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strawhbrrries · 11 months

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Ride, Cowgirl.

pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: neither of you can keep last night off your mind, needing more Frank finds comfort in your room.

warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!, mention of a divorced dad?, fingering, sex!!, praise kink asf, oral (f receiving), soft frank, reader calls him frankie accidentally, frank making noise in bed, riding like a cowgirl!!, bearded frank <3, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread

word count: 3514 words

author’s note: I’m in love with darlin’ and frank, they are simply the lomls currently. anyway, the end gives the perfect set up for a third part if it is desired!! In the meantime, it’s 1;30 am for me and I need sleep!! please enjoy <3

read the first part cowgirl ! and the next part cowboy hats !

Boyfriend by COIN played on the speaker your dad, conveniently, left outside as you laid on one of the pool loungers. Thoughts of Frank consuming your mind, thoughts of his hands and his voice and the way he smelled and how he looked pain that he couldn’t fuck you in the backseat of his truck. Your fingers finding themselves rubbing the side of your neck, the very spot Frank had found comfort.

“So how did last night go?” Tiff asked, hanging over the side of the pool to look at you. Your heart raced, did she find out? How would she? Did you accidentally call her when you were panting his name like it was the only word you knew? The way you froze as she asked a simple question, immediately made her suspicious of you.

“Huh?” You asked, in hopes of getting her to elaborate just a bit so you could come up with the lie of your life. Or maybe, you should confide in her. She is your girl for life, it’s not like she’s gonna judge you for doing it. If anything, she’d praise you and beg for details.

“After I left? How did the rest of the night go? Your dad doesn’t have the most interesting friends on the planet. All they talk about is work and their lack of wives.” She rolled her eyes, laying her head on her hands and kicking her legs in the water.

“Actually…” You smiled, bringing your knees up to your chest to hide behind them as the blush spread across your body.

“Oh. My. God. Hold on!” She rushed to climb out of the pool, dripping water all over you as she sat on the opposite end of the lounger. If gossiping was a team sport, the two of you would have ten gold medals, if anyone asked you weren’t necessarily talking shit but simply saying how you felt about people.

“So, after you left, Frank and I went to the gas station and I asked if he had been with anyone younger. I don’t know what got into me, Tiff! He just looked so…godly. I wanted to jump his bones the second I came downstairs from changing.” You covered your face with your hands and groaned, the blush was probably becoming permanent at this point. You were going to be bright red for the rest of your life.

“Your dad’s best friend?! Holy shit dude. C’mon spill!” She laughed, prying the hands off your face and sitting expectantly. You were beyond grateful for the fact she wasn’t judging you and was actually interested. Maybe that was a bad thing, you didn’t care.

“Anyway, he said ‘Not yet’ and I was in shock or something! So, I reached over and kinda did a weird caress thing to his beard. I was flyin’ by the seat of my swimsuit, I’ve never been with a man who has any sort of facial hair. But he kissed me, and I mean like Really kissed me.i’ve never been kissed like that before, Tiff. Mind blowing.” Unbeknownst to you, the very man you were speaking about had walked out the back door and could hear the whole conversation. His chest swelled with pride, in some fucked up way he was glad no one had ever kissed you like that. It meant there was a lot more he could do way better than any of the other people you’d been with, and he’d be damned if he didn’t ruin you for any other man out there.

“Your dad is about to come out here, suggest you find somethin’ else to talk ‘bout.” He hollered at the two of you, your head whipping around so fast it was a miracle you didn’t give yourself whiplash, chuckling at the way your eyes widened when you realized he had heard you talking about him. “Quit speakin’ so damn loud anyway, sure the whole neighborhood heard.”

Frank didn’t truly mean what he said, he would love to listen to you retell the story of your escapades, what he didn’t want was your father to hear and put two and two together. He didn’t need to get into some shitty mess with the one constant in his life, he owed more to your dad than he cared to admit and ruining that friendship would send Frank to an early grave. That in no way meant he regretted what he did last night, and everything else he planned to do. He simply wanted to go about all this in a way that wouldn’t cost him his friendship but still gives him his girl, gives him you. He prayed for the first time last night, and he really truly prayed, for a situation where it all works out and he’s not back to square one. With nobody. Again.

“Thanks for the warning, Mr. Castle.” Tiff shouted back, a smug smile playing on her face, giving him a small wave. She nudged your shoulders, giggling at the whole situation. All you wanted to do was shrink and disappear, you couldn’t be more embarrassed. You felt small and helpless, your best friend thought it was hilarious. God if you can hear me, please kill me.

You spent the whole morning thinking about him and the consequence of what you did, how would your next interaction go? Would it be weird? Would he pretend it never happened, that he wasn’t dying to have you right then and there. Yet, here you were no true interaction but you were the one cowering away from it. You were the one trying to pretend like it didn’t happen, when truthfully you wanted to shout it from the rooftops and let everyone know who had given you the best orgasm of your life.

“I’m going to shrink to the size of ant and drown myself in the fuckin’ pool, Tiff. I swear to god.” You slouched as far down in the lounger as you could, squeezing your eyes closed in some desperate attempt to make it all disappear. “Of course he would be here right now.”

“Ants don’t have lungs, they can’t technically drown. Besides, it’s not like he came out here and murdered you, all he did was tell you to be quieter. He also made no indication or mention of last night, so stop lettin’ that pretty head of yours go wild.” Tiff rubbed her hand soothing up and down your arm, she knew better than anyone the way your mind would take someone breathing at you and interpret it as they hate you and want you dead. That’s why she worked so well with you, the sane and grounded to your wild and anxious.

“I don’t think it would matter even if he did, the principle of it all is what’s causing my worries. Do you think worry dolls are still a thing? I could most definitely use one right now.” A groan once again left your mouth, your eyes opening and searching for the older man who was carrying planks of wood across your backyard. Your father walked out of the house, giving you and Tiff a wave before hollering at Frank about whatever they were building.

The whispers and giggles coming from the two of you were intriguing Frank, he wanted to know exactly what you were telling her and what you were intentionally leaving out. He wanted to know if you were even talking about him, or if she was telling you the real reason that I just left abruptly last night. Because he knew, he wouldn’t say anything to you about it unless you brought it up first, but he knew. The work in front of him was becoming increasingly less interesting, he was so close to telling your dad to throw in the towel and call it a day. He didn’t even know what he was building anymore, he truthfully didn’t care but your dad did. That was enough for him to keep going.

“Those two have been out all day, shockin’ they’re not burnt or nothin’.” Your dad commented, planting his shovel in the ground and leaning against it. He smiled your way, not that you noticed as you were preoccupied with Tiff. You were his pride and joy, his baby. He’d murder anyone for you, it was a part of the reason you never brought anyone home.

“‘M not shocked. Last summer, I’m not sure either one of em spent any more than twenty minutes inside. Make sure she- they wear sunscreen, don’t need em getting skin cancer.” Frank was quick to correct himself, not that your dad would’ve found anything wrong with his original statement but he was covering all his bases. Not that he didn’t care for the other girl, Tiff was her name? He didn’t need to know her name, not when he knew yours.

“I’ll make sure to pick some up from the store the next time we make it to the grocery, I know my girl wears some. Not sure ‘bout her friend.” His girl. The words made Frank irrationally angry, you were his daughter but the thought of someone else staking claim over you drove him mad. One night with you and he was acting, and thinking, like you were his wife. Wife. No.

Frank had met your father when you were nineteen, hadn’t met you until you were twenty. It wasn’t like he was truly doing anything wrong but he was going to fight a never ending mental battle about you. Going through every hoop to tell himself neither of you was doing anything wrong, that you weren’t going to be in trouble for your actions. That it was, simply, okay.

The sun was setting, the breeze taking over and raising the hair on your skin. You truly had been outside all day, with sunscreen reapplied every hour or so, you were bound to find a few sunburnt spots in your shower. You exchanged goodbyes with Tiff and made your way to your room to start the nightly routine you had adopted since being home, switching the bluetooth from the speaker outside to the one inside your room. You opened the window, your music slowly starting to dance with the breeze, when a soft knock on your door grabbed your attention.

“Hey cowgirl.” Frank whispered, just barely loud enough to be heard over your music, making his way into your room and studying it. Committing all the bits and pieces of it to his memory.

“I’m so sorry about earlier, if you don’t want me to tell Tiff anymore I won’t. I just, I tell her everything and I needed to tell someone.” Your cheeks slowly started turning pink, Frank thought you were cute like that.

“Don’t apologize, darlin’. I didn’t care, just warnin’ ya ‘bout your dad is all.” He walked closer to you, his height very apparent, your head the perfect height for his chest. He brought a finger up to your cheek, dragging it down before tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I appreciate it, I know how much he means to you.” No you didn’t. He knew you knew a small bit not enough to truly understand what the two of you meant to him. He would be forever indebted to your father if it meant keeping you, if it meant holding you and kissing you. Consuming himself with you.

“So pretty.” He truly whispered, admiring every inch of your face, leaning down to kiss you. Your heart stopped, he didn’t regret it? He thought you were pretty?

You decided to stop fucking thinking for once and enjoy it, leaning up to meet him halfway in the kiss. Threading your fingers through his hair, much like he did with yours in his truck. One his hands held the side of your face while the other tucked itself into the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms, rubbing at the indentation it left from being worn all day.

“Ready to ride, cowgirl?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss enough to nip at your jaw as he waited for an answer. He wouldn’t be mad if you said no, he would be patient and wait until you were, but he went home and fucked his hand like a horny teenage boy at the thought of you on top of him.

A whimper is all you managed to respond with, your mind momentarily thinking about your dad but was interrupted by the softness of your mattress touching your back.

“Goddamn swimsuits, prancing around in practically nothing.” He remarked, still standing as he eyed your body. His finger snapped the strap of your bottoms, smirking at the sound before he dragged them down your legs.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked softly, making him burst into laughter.

“For what?” He responded, controlling his laughter at the fact you would ask that right now.

“So I can wear one that color the next time you’re over.” You smiled, looking up at him. Somehow he looked even prettier from this angle, if that was possible.

“Uh, probably red.” He gave a bit of thought before responding, curious to know if you would actually be wearing a bikini the next time you saw him. At your house, anyway.

He stashed the bikini bottoms in his back pocket, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles and getting down on his knees. Frank thanked all the heavens and the stars for the meal he was about to eat right before licking a stripe through your folds and sucking on your clit. The stimulation instinctively caused your thighs to close, causing him to force them back open and lay one arm across a leg with his hand splayed across your stomach.

He moaned.

Frank moaned, was he enjoying this as much as you were? Were there any downsides or faults to this man?

He moved his mouth closer to your clit, paying almost all his attention to it as he inserted his middle finger slowly. A wanton moan making its way to his ears, he thought everything about you was pretty. If he wasn’t rock hard when he took your bottoms off, he definitely was now. The stretch in his jeans was not entirely comfortable, it truthfully wouldn’t be able to accommodate much more.

“Frank, Frankie, please..”

Did you just- did he imagine that? He’d never had anyone call him that before, but it sounded so damn good coming from your lips.

“What, pretty girl? Use your words for me. Tell Frankie what you need.”

“‘M so close, please need more.” You whined, to him it even sounded a bit like you were going to cry. He’s bet his life savings you were a pretty crier, a pretty anything. He just wanted to look at you. Always.

All he wanted to do was pull out his phone and record the pleas and the moans coming from you, to listen to later if you were ever ripped from him and he didn’t get to experience this, experience you, ever again. If it weren’t for your fucking music. He was thankful for it, blocking your sounds from anyone in the house. He added his ring finger into the mix, relishing in the sound you made. You were his drug, he truly was addicted. He needed his next fix before this one was over.

Moments after he sped up his fingers and added more pressure to your clit, your orgasm ripped through you. Body shaking, eyes rolling back. This was better than the one he gave you last night. You’d never be able to touch yourself ever again, not the way he did. You didn’t think anyone could ever compare now that Frank had touched you.

By the time you came to, he had discarded his clothes and was on top of you. He pulled you into a kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and groaning into your mouth when you let him in. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth while his fingers explored every inch of your body.

“I don’t have a condom.” He confessed.

“Don’t care, on the pill. Frankie please, I need you inside of me right now. Need your cock, frankie..please.” The sound of you begging for him had his ego going through the roof, the fact that anyone could want or need him this bad was mind blowing.

He rubbed his cock through your folds, kissing you a bit more before he pushed the tip in. Your mouth opening in a gasp. You knew he was big, you saw the imprint in the truck yesterday. But this was different, the stretch hurt in a delicious way that you needed more of. He waited a moment before pushing in a bit more, toying with your clit and peppering your face with kisses to distract you.

He bottomed out, you had never felt so full in your life. You swore he was in your stomach, taking rearranging your guts to a new level. He stayed still, letting you get used to his size. He didn’t want to hurt you, too much.

“Frankie move.”

Your wish was his command. His thrusts started slowly, building up in speed as he went. It was at this point, you realized Frank Castle was not quiet in bed. He wasn’t necessarily loud either, but he was groaning in your ear. The grunts and the groans were spurring you on, your moans and whimpers were doing the same for it. It was a cycle, and if either of you had your way it would never end.

“Sound so damn pretty. Makin’ all these noises for me, huh? My pretty girl, my girl.” He put all his weight on his forearms, lifting himself enough to look you in the eyes, his hair falling out of place and onto your face. He was gorgeous, especially like this. Raw. Vulnerable. Just for you.

“Your girl, yours.” You babbled, too busy reeling in the feeling of his cock driving in and out of you. How his bare skin feels on yours. His voice praising you. Calling you pretty.

“That’s right, such a good girl.” His praises continued, some of them too muffled for you to hear as he sucked on your collarbone. Or your neck. Any exposed skin he could get in his mouth.

Without pulling out, he flipped the two of you over so you were on top. Riding him. Cowgirl.

“C’mon cowgirl, ride me. You can do it baby.” He lifted your hips up and placed them back down to get you started, placing your hands on his chest for you. He slipped one of your boobs out of the top, you were still wearing, and put your nipple in his mouth. Rolling the bud between his teeth, enjoying the new sounds he managed to get.

You placed your weight on your hands, positioning your legs right, and lifted back up. He was somehow even deeper than before, it was almost overwhelming. His pelvic bone was hitting your clit just right every time you came down, accompanied by his groans, you were a goner. You fell into his chest as you felt your second orgasm start to rip through you, your words slurred as you told him to use you. You were his to use.

Frank had been close since he put you on top, his self control had been wearing a bit thin. He fucked you through your orgasm, pistioning up inside you like his life depended on it.

“Where do you want it, c’mon baby where?” He grunted, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold his release off. It was getting increasingly harder when your cunt was gripping him like that.

“Inside.” Is all you muttered out, half aware of your choice. You’d deal with it later.

Not a moment later he painted your inside white, cummimg with a low and long groan. Relaxing his head completely against your pillows, taking deep breaths. You crumpled against his chest, just resting for a moment as he was still inside you. This was the most relaxed you’d been in ages, at some point you drifted off to sleep.

You were awoken by the feeling of Frank cleaning you up and putting a blanket on top of you, obviously you knew he couldn’t stay. It still hurt. It hurt your heart, your soul, your everything.

“Gotta go, pretty girl. I put my number in your phone. We’ll talk later.” His last sentence meant more than just texting you, you both knew it. At some point, lines had to be drawn or you had to fess up to your dad. But for now you’d live in delusion, in a world where you were in an established relationship and no one thought anything of it. He placed a kiss on your forehead, finished getting dressed and got up to leave. Stopping at the door he turned around to give you one last glance, you had already fallen back asleep. His cowgirl.

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arc-misadventures · 9 months

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The Shortstack Nuisance

Yang: Hey lover boy how’s it…? Uhh…? Who’s the girl?

Blake: And, why is she rubbing against you like a cat? I’m a cat, I should be the one nuzzling you!

Jaune was currently sitting at the lunch table trying to enjoyhis meal while a multi-coloured girl, with pink, white, and brown hair clung to his arm nuzzling him.

Jaune: This? Oh this is, Neo.

Yang: Who is she exactly?

Blake: And, who said you can touch your majesty like that?!

Jaune: Oh well… I caught her after she tried to steal one of my precious.

Yang: She tried to kidnap, Pyrrha?!

Jaune: What?! No! She tried to steal one of my gems!

Yang: Oh… That makes more sense… But, why is she here, I thought you threatened to eviscerate anyone who took your gems?

Blake: And, why is she trying to imprint her scent on you?!

Jaune: Haa… Best start this from the beginning…

~~~

Neo smirk deviously to herself, she had just made the steal of the century; For she just managed to snag the, Dragon Eye’ the world largest fine cut sapphire ever found. And, all from right under his nose. This was going to make her rich, and probably help her, and Roman get away from that psycho, Cinder, and whatever crazy plan she was concocting.

Everything was looking up for, Neo.

Speaking of looking up. Neo just barely managed to dodge a vicious strike that sent dirt flying, creating a smokescreen that hid her attacker from sight.

She elegantly sidestepped her attacker’s swipe, and as the dust cleared her eyes widened in shock, and she saw the hunched over form of the, Dragon King glaring furiously at her. His teeth bare, showing his long fangs as he breathed fire through his clenched jaw. His talons were on full display as he tore up the ground beneath him.

She barely had time to dodge a vicious swing of, Jaune’s claws as he tried to gut her. She knew this boy was a rather kind, and gentle soul who rarely got angry, genuinely angry. But this, this was blind rage fuelled by absolute desire for blood. Her blood.

Neo had just realized how terrible of a mistake she made. She had stepped upon the dragons tail, and the dragon wanted her severed head.

Reason was gone in the eyes of one, Jaune Luna Arc, the desire for carnage, and bloodshed was all consuming, Neo barely had time to dodge as another furious swipe tore up the tree she was standing next to, gouging up deep grooves into the tree.

As, Neo jumped back,l she used her semblance to create several duplicates of herself to distract him, and hopefully allowing her a chance to escape. Instead all she saw was the monster that appears when a good man goes to war.

One of, Neo’s clones stabbed out at, Jaune dodged to the side of her thust, grabbed her sword arm by her writs, and pulled her in, biting her neck, and completely ‘killing’ her clone in seconds.

Neo’s eyes widened in horror as her clones did not have her aura, and if one landed a killing blow upon them would destroy her duplicates. But, to see how effortlessly he chose to ‘kill’ her sent shivers down her spine. It was like the thought never entered his mind, he was going to kill her, and it wasn’t going to be a pleasant death.

His blood thirsty eyes narrowed in on her second clone, and he swiped at her. ‘Neo’ managed to get her parasol up in time to block his talons. She didn’t expected how easy it would be for his talons to pierce the reinforced fabric of her clone. He ripped it aside, pulling it in, and with his other claw he gouged her throat out, killing her instantly.

Her other clone quickly went on the attack, but something was different this time. Instead of going on a bloody offensive, Jaune gave her one look, then he bathed her in fire, incinerating her close into a mist of burning glass dust that still burned upon the ground.

Neo’s eyes widened even further for she had heard of his ability to breath fire, but she didn’t know how powerful it was. She would die a painful death as that had so much as touched her. But, before she could process the extents of his fire any further, he was upon her.

Neo was a skilled assassin, but assassins are not know for their endurance. They’re job was to get in, kill their mark, and get out before anyone was the wiser. But, considering he found her within minutes of swiping his sapphire, she doubted she could escape from him. Least she be in an urn.

His moves were highly telegraphed, how couldn’t they be? His talons hands lashing out at her easily could give her, anyone skilled enough enough time to dodge his attacks, but the shear force, and ferocity behind his swings sent her reeling back in fear of the amount of damage he would cause upon her.

She wouldn’t have to worry about it for long, Jaune was surprisingly faster than she had rightfully expected, a quick thrust with his talon hands clipped her shoulder, she could feel a sizeable chunk of her aura being chipped away. She darted back, and pulled out her parasols hidden blade, and went on the offensive.

She managed to score multiple hits that he simply shrugged off as if she had pelted him with foam darts. She thrusted her blade towards his head when she saw he was seemingly preparing to bathe her in fire, it stopped him from breathing that deadly fire of his, but something unexpected happened.

Jaune quickly move his head to the side, and caught her blade in his mouth, and shattered the blade between his fangs. Neo, could only look at the broken remains of her precious sword in her hands, that few seconds she spent looking at his broken blade was all it took for her to lose.

Neo’s mind was quickly dragged away from her musing, literally, as Jaune’s hand wrapped around her throat, picked her up in the air, and then viciously slamming her into the ground, shattering her aura upon impact.

Neo stared up in fear as, Jaune leaned over her, she saw his mouth widen as his fangs came snapping down. Neo instinctively moved her head to the side to evade his fangs, only to feel heat above her face. She peaked with one eye to see his clenched teeth before her, ejecting fire from the sides of his mouth. He raised his head, and stared down at her before his free hand reached down between her cleavage causing her to blush furiously as he pulled out the, ‘Dragon eye’ from between them.

She could see the satisfied smirk upon his lips that appeared across his face as he inspected his property. But, just as fast as that pleased smile of his appeared across his face it faded away as that bloody thirsty rage relcaimed it place upon his face.

Jaune: This is MINE! You will not take what is MINE! If you DARE take one of precious’s again, I will leaved your charred remains on a pike in front of, Beacon for all to see what will happen to those who dare take what’s MINE. UNDERSTOOD?!

Neo’s head viciously nodded as fear coursed through her body as the sweet boy she pegged, Jaune for was swiftly, and effortlessly replaced with a blood crazed maniac willing to go to extreme lengths to obtain what he wanted.

Jaune: Good… If you have any thieving friends, do tell them that the same fate awaits them if they dare take what’s mine. Well, farewell then, it hasn’t been a pleasure…

Just as, Jaune was about to leave he felt, Neo’s hands on his wrist keeping him there. Jaune looked at her perplexed as she stared up at him, wanting to ask him something.

Jaune: What is it…?

Since, Neo was mute she made a sign appear with written text appear before, Jaune for him to read.

Neo: “You’ve already pinned me down…”

Neo: “How about you knock me up~?”

Jaune’s rage fled him as he look down at her with an utter perplexed expression etched across his face.

Jaune: Excuse me, whaaaaaaaaaaaaa…?

~~~

Jaune: So yeah… That happened…

Yang: You threatened to kill her… and, then she asked you to knock her up… The hell?!

Jaune: I expect she has a kink for being manhandled; short sized, and all that.

Neo: “Hell yeah I do~!”

Blake: And, the other part?

Jaune: I refuse to acknowledge that.

Blake: Okay. But, will you do that to me?

Jaune: So since then she’s been clinging to me like a bad rash. I just can’t get ride of her no matter how hard I try to…

Yang: Oh… Is there anything we can do to help you?

Blake: We will do whatever it is you command your majesty.

Jaune: You can get her to stop doing that.

Yang: We tried… I think she gets off to it…

Jaune: I’m worried about that too. Well, Neo’s a mute so she can’t cause me too much trouble, hopefully.

Juniper: Oh, Jauney~!

Jaune: Haa… and, why must I dare to dream…?

Juniper: You met, Neo right?

Before the group stood, Juniper Arc, Jaune’s mother, a Neo standing besides her.

Yang: Wait, what? I-Is she your twin.

Jaune: Semblance; leave it at that. Yes, I know, Neo the real one is currently clinging onto me right now. What about it?

Juniper: Well, we’ve come agreement…

Jaune: Oh no.

Juniper: She will become one of your mistresses, and give me loads of beautiful grandchildren, when you’re ready for children that is.

Jaune gave his mother than, Neo a blank stare as he processed this new information.

Jaune: I’m upset you went to my mother about this, but at least you’re not demanding I give you kids right now on the spot like everyone else… So… yay…

Velvet: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT HUSSY THAT’S ON THE, DRAGON KING?!

Faunas Student: Get her!

Jaune: Oh gods… not again…

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severeaesthetic · 1 year

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Riddle Rosehearts falls under a sleeping curse

Reader is the prefect

Ace Trappola has been nothing but a pain in your side since you wound up in Twisted Wonderland. From having to chase him when you first met and all the times he tormented your poor, little, tuna deprived cat. So when he showed up to Ramshackle at midnight with a nervous Deuce you knew something was going to go horribly wrong.

“Sup prefect” Ace said walking into the ramshackle lounge “Me and Juice here have a brilliant plan to spice up the unbirthday tomorrow.”

“You mean today?” You sigh walking over to the old, dusty couch. “Because it is currently 3:25 in the morning.”

“Whatever, look at what I found in Sam’s shop” he pulls a pink, round bottle from his jacket pocket. “We sneak in and pour a little into the tart that Trey is baking and boom! Riddle turns into a hedgehog for the afternoon.” He had a smug smirk on his face as he looked between you and Deuce.

“I’m gonna stop you right there. First of all, I’m not Rook so I don’t speak French. So who is this we you’re talking about? Second of all I’m not getting involved in any pranks involving Riddle and the unbirthdays” the tone in your voice should have been enough for him to get the hint. Ace is not the sharpest tool in the shed.

“Yeah I wouldn’t want my crush to be a hedgehog either. Even if it’s just for a day” Deuce said absentmindedly and the whole room went quiet. Even the ghosts were speechless. A tapping noise was heard followed by the stairs creaking.

“Henchman! Did I hear Deuce right?!” Grim screeched out hopping up on your lap staring at you.

“You like Riddle?!” Ace screamed almost dropping the potion bottle.

“I’m sorry” Deuce leans over and whispering in your ear as Ace and Grim start throwing a fit.

“I’m not dealing with this right now” yawning, you stand up from the couch and walk to the stairs. “If any of you say a word to Riddle, I will make sure to serve a punishment far worse than the collars.”

Grim forgets about his little hissy fit with Ace and ushers Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb out of the door while chanting about bed time.

The morning came all too quickly, and the dread that Ace snitched to Riddle weighed heavily on your shoulders. Fortunately or unfortunately for you, Crowley had booked your Saturday with errands that a student should not have to deal with, so attending the unbirthday was not going to happen. It normally wouldn’t be a big deal, but Riddle had sent you a letter personally inviting you. The look on his face broke your heart, a mix of disappointment and irritation aimed towards the sad little bird man was evident. Crowley better count his days was the only thought on your mind the entire day while completing each task he gave to you.

Time really flies when you’re cleaning windows in the headmage’s office. The ringtone Cater set for himself made you jump and almost spill the cleaning supplies. Seeing as Cater hardly ever calls anyone, the phone didn’t ring for very long before you heard a panicked Cater jumbling his words with the loud chaos of the other Heartslabyul students. Either Ace went through with his prank or the animals escaped. Whatever it was, it needed fixing immediately. Bolting out of Crowley’s office, you made your way as fast as possible to the mirror room.

When you finally reach Heartslabyul, all the chaos has disbanded. It’s eerily quiet when you make it to the rose garden because nobody is there. Taking a quick look around you see all the animals are put up on their cages. Ace went through with it. Dreading the scene that has taken place you begrudgingly make your way inside to the lounge, only for your arm to practically be yanked out of it’s socket by a very jittery Deuce who could not get out a single sentence as he pulled you to Riddle’s bedroom.

“Prefect! Thank the seven you’re here! One minute we are enjoying the unbirthday and then the next minute Riddle is passed out in the garden!” Cater quickly runs over and grabs your shoulders shaking you as he talks.

Trey, being the calm, older brother figure he is, walks over and pries Cater’s hands away before explaining what he thought caused it. “I must have added an extra ingredient in there because Riddle took one bite and passed out” He said setting Cater down at Riddle’s desk. The whole time though, a certain red headed card soldier was just standing quietly minding his own business.

“Ace, give me the bottle” your voice caused him to flinch slightly.

“What bottle are they talking about Ace?” Trey walk over and stands in front of him.

“Ace put a potion in the tart when you weren’t looking hoping to turn Riddle into a hedgehog for a day!” Deuce confessed rather loudly.

Letting out a sigh, Trey pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright, Deuce, Ace, and Cater are with me while we try to find a cure. You are in charge of making sure nothing else goes wrong” Trey points to you before grabbing Ace by the collar and walking out followed by Deuce and Cater. Cater pops his head back in the door.

“Hey prefect, now would be a good time to give the house warden a big ol kiss” Cater winks before running off to catch up with the others.

Being alone with Riddle is nerve wracking, regardless of the state he’s in. Walking over you sit on the edge of his bed and look at him resting peacefully. He looks relaxed for a change, not worrying about rules or his duties as a dorm leader. As calm as he is, he needs to be woken up. You gently run your hand across his forehead moving his hair from his face then begin to trace his other features. “It’s a shame I can’t be close to you like this when you’re awake. You just make me so nervous. I like you a lot. It’s so obvious even Deuce noticed. Cater found out some how, and he probably told Trey, I think he’s pretending not to know for my sake” a small chuckle falls from your mouth.

“I won’t be able to do this when you’re awake, so you’ll have to forgive me” you mumble before leaning down and placing a kiss on his forehead. For a few seconds nothing happens, then you turn your attention to your phone reading a text from Cater saying they are on the way back when a hand places itself on your phone and takes it from your grasp.

“It’s quite rude to be on your phone when in the company of others” Riddle says sitting up in his bed leaning against the headboard. Your gaze remains frozen on your lap for too long apparently, because his hand finds it’s way under your chin pulling your attention to him. “It’s also not appropriate to kiss someone who doesn’t agree to it” a slight smirk is plastered on his face.

A deep blush spreads across your cheeks as you try to stammer out a response. “M’sorry” comes out meekly and Riddle barely even registers it.

“Prefect, do you know what you did?” He asks. A shake of your head has him scooting closer to you. “There was a story I was told when I was younger about a princess being put under a sleeping curse, and true love’s kiss being the only way to break the spell. Do you get it now?” Another shake of your head and he sees the glazed over, love stricken look in your eye he just sighs softly smiling fondly at how beautiful you look. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep being this calm around you so why don’t I just show you” he whispers before connecting your lips in a sweet, innocent kiss.

After pulling away for air you both lean away from each other blushing like crazy. Riddle’s face is as red as his hair. “I get it now” you say smiling like an idiot.

“It’s about time” Trey says leaning on the door frame smirking at the both of you. While Cater is taking pictures, Deuce is stopping Ace from fake gagging and being obnoxious.

“Time to go collect my money!” Grim pops up on to Deuce’s shoulder out of nowhere.

Needless to say, your ship name was trending on magicam thanks to Cater’s post gushing about how happy he was for his dorm leader.

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Moment of Weakness-twelve

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: this one's kind of ehh, hoping to get to the real drama soon.

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The rain pelted against the glass window, the moonlight spilling over my bed as I slept soundly, the sounds from the current storm easing me into the dark slumber. My phone was perched on the table next to my bed, no new messages or phone calls from the one person I had spent the night texting. 3 texts in total I had sent Bucky, with no response.

Please tell me that you’re going easy on Parker.

Remember he's a kid.

Happy Birthday, Bucky. I hope you got to do something fun.

After spending all night waiting to hear from him, I decided to stop feeling so pathetic and get some sleep.

Four loud, persistent knocks echoed on my front door which roused me from sleep and I groaned while rolling out of bed.

Three more knocks.

“I’m coming!” I grumbled as I reached the door.

As it was fully opened, a gasp fell from my lips at the sight in front of me.

“What the fuck, Bucky?!”

He leaned against the door frame with his hands deep in his pockets, water from the rainstorm falling off the ends of his hair onto his suit jacket that was now soaked. But that wasn’t what I cursed at; it was the blood pouring from an open wound on his cheek.

“I was told that there was a present for me to open here,” he smiled cheekily at me.

I turned away from him briefly to look at the clock on the wall behind me.

12:32 A.M.

“It’s not your birthday anymore,” I informed with my hands on my hips.

Bucky stood straighter with a hiss of pain. “Can I come in please?”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek before stepping to the side, allowing him to step inside.

“What happened tonight?” I asked.

Bucky sighed. “Parker grew some balls and thought that it would be a good idea to get the jump on me.”

I cupped his chin to get a better look at the wound on his cheek and sucked in a breath.

“Well, it looks pretty deep, but I don’t think you’ll need stitches. What did he hit you with?”

Our fingers linked and we walked down the hall towards my bathroom where I instructed Bucky to sit on the edge of the bathtub while I rummaged around for the first aid kit.

“A fucking wrench. He found it on the tool bench in the basement of the office.”

I stifled a laugh.

“It’s not funny,” Bucky muttered.

“A little bit,” I shrugged before standing between his legs, bringing his chin up towards me.

Even with the lowlight from my bathroom, his eyes were so bright and I found myself swimming in them, they were as blue as the ocean or the day sky.

“Sorry.”

Bucky looked at me with confusion but yelled out a few curses when I pressed the cotton ball soaked with peroxide on his wound, his vibranium fingers digging into the bare skin of my thigh.

“Oh, stop being a baby,” I chastised him.

“It fucking hurt,” Bucky insisted.

This time I couldn’t hold back the laugh that fell from my lips and continued to clean his wound and the dried blood from his face. Silence fell between us, Bucky watching me with his intense eyes and his hands sliding up and down my legs, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin.

“What happened to Peter?” I forced myself to ask.

“He finally learned his lesson and won’t be dealing on other’s streets anymore.”

The coldness behind Bucky’s voice caused me to shiver with worry and he noticed.

“I didn’t kill him,” he reassured me.

“Good,” I nodded while throwing out the bloody rag. “All finished.”

I went to step away from him but Bucky wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. His cheek pressed into my stomach and with a soft sigh, I ran my fingers through his hair.

Bucky hummed in content, his eyes fluttering shut.

“How was the rest of your birthday?” I asked.

“Natahsa ended up going out with friends,” Bucky said.

I couldn’t help but feel angry. It was her husband's birthday and she chose to go out with friends instead of doing something with him?

“That’s kind of shitty,” I said.

Bucky looked up at me. “I was the one who told her to go out with them. There was something else important I had to do.”

Vibranium fingers sneaked up underneath my night shirt and began tracing over the skin on my back and I realized he was talking about me.

“Can I ask you something?” I traced a finger alongside his jaw.

He nodded so I continued. “Why are you with her if you don’t love her?”

Bucky stiffened in my grasp.

“Whenever she's around, I’ve noticed that you never tell her you love her,” I observed.

“It’s complicated,” he hesitated.

My lips pulled in a hard line and I nodded while detaching myself from him, getting the feeling that he didn’t want to answer my question with the truth.

“Y/N,” Bucky stood to his feet. “I want to tell you but I’m afraid of what you’ll think.”

I motioned between us. “I don’t think I have the right to judge someone on their actions when I’m literally your mistress.”

With the both of us now standing, my bathroom that I thought was large suddenly felt small as Bucky stepped closer to me.

“It was an arranged marriage. Our fathers knew each other growing up and they promised us to each other,” Bucky stated.

“Oh,” was all I could say.

I was unsure on what to say exactly. Their entire marriage wasn’t built on love but an arrangement. Why would he still be with her?

“Why are you still with her then?” I wondered.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “I may not love her, but I still care for her. It’s hard for me to actually love someone, if I’m telling the truth.”

My heart dropped out of my ass at his revelation. If it’s hard for him to love anyone, then what was the point of this? Was there even a future for us?

I mentally smacked myself at those thoughts.

You’re the fucking mistress, Y/N. There is no future for the two of you.

“Doll,” Bucky noticed my demeanor change and lifted my chin with a finger. “I’m trying to be honest with you. Please don’t be upset.”

My bottom lip trembled as I let out a shaky breath, blinking away the fresh tears that pooled in the corner of my eyes.

“I understand. But you know what, I’m actually really tired. Can you lock the door on your way out?”

I avoided his gaze so Bucky wouldn’t see the tear that spilled over my cheek, the saltiness falling on my tongue.

He let out a broken sigh. “I was hoping to stay for a bit.”

I shook my head, still keeping my eyes trained on my bare feet. “I don’t want to have sex tonight, Bucky. I’m not in the mood.”

This time he palmed my cheek and I softened into his touch, finally gazing up at him.

“I don’t care about that,” he shook his head. “All I want to do is lay with you for a while, that’s all.”

Bucky’s eyes were my kryptonite, how large they were as he silently begged to stay. I let out a quiet breath and finally nodded while linking our hands together to bring him into my room.

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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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HEY, ISN'T THIS EASY | D.S.

pairing: damon salvatore x best friend!fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

summary: when your prom date cancels on you, your best friend is more than happy to take his place

You weren’t sure how long you’d been hiding out in your little solace, quite satisfied with never leaving the confines of your bedroom until the dreaded day had passed, hopefully the week would pass with it until you had no reason to think of anything but finals- but your best friend had other plans, plans to which you were none the wiser but the less than silent way he moved about your house was hinting at something you should’ve seen coming all along.

“Yoohoo,” Damon sang as he threaded into your bedroom, being sure to brush his fingers over the drawers of your dresser as he approached you. “A little birdy told me that you were refusing to leave your room,” he explained lightly, scanning the bed to identify where you were under the sea of blankets and duvets before carefully sitting down next to you.

“Go away, Damon,” you mumbled, words barely audible as you pushed your face further into your pillow, the last thing you wanted was to face another man after the day you’d had- he knew this, of course, but it meant almost nothing to him, he was insistent on cleaning this mess even if it was not his, for once.

“That’s not on the cards, I’m afraid,” he tutted and was uncharacteristically gentle as he moved the duvet to reveal your face, smiling softly as he folded his legs over each other. “Want to tell me how much you hate him?” he suggested, and you offered a mere shake of your head in reply. “Want me to eat him?” that earned him a small scoff, your smile evident in the sound as you turned to see him, you didn’t truly mind that he was seeing you in your current state, which was one worthy of scaring off whichever replacement you could find, but despite your words you were actually quite happy that Damon was with you, he had a frustrating way of making you feel better even when you didn’t want to, but you were never planning on letting him know that.

“Men suck,” you noted, scrunching your nose when he brushed the hair from your face. “You make us feel all special and then you bail on us for prom,” you explained with a pout so prominent that it pulled at all your features, Damon humming softly in understanding.

Now, he hardly considered himself a sentimental man, but you were hurting and however silly the reason might seem in the grand scheme of things, he did consider it an almost personal challenge to take that pain away and if the cause was so simple then the solution was just as simple. And though he’d never dare admit it loud, he was never quite fond of the fella in the first place, not for even a second did he think he was worth even a minute of your time, even less so your tears.

“Well, you know, one of the many perks of being my best friend is that I’m always ready for a party,” he paused, smirking as you lifted your head. “I also look amazing in a suit,” he shrugged, watching with a familiar tilted brow as you realized what he meant, nearly jumping from your hiding place at the thought of it.

“Damon, are you saying you’ll be my date?” your voice was soft still, understanding that though he’d do just about anything for you, this wasn’t exactly his idea of the perfect way to spend his Friday night.

“Sure am,” he couldn’t deny the satisfaction of seeing you smile so purely, so freely, hardly understanding how something so little could make you so happy, but it did, and it filled him with an unfamiliar sense of pride that he was the reason behind it. “But,” he paused, feigning seriousness as you sat up. “You have to take a shower first, smelly pants,” you left your bed with an excited squeal, making it halfway to the bathroom before running back towards him.

“You’re the best,” you giggled, squeezing him tightly in a hug, too excited to notice the way he breathed you in lightly, kissing the side of your head as you pulled away. “Love you,” you noted with a scrunch of your nose, a million things to be done still running through your head as you skipped to the bathroom.

“Love you too,” he sighed, grabbing onto one of the stuffed bears he’d brought you over the years before falling back onto your bed, the poor man had no idea what he was signing up for, but he couldn’t truly bring himself to care just yet, as long as it made you happy, he’d sign up for just about anything.

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digitalfootprinthider · 4 months

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Best friends, right?

Levi Ackerman x reader (not really that romantic but the intent was there lmao)

+ no pronouns for reader

after fighting side by side with Levi for so long you finally develop a small connection

i literally never wrote anything before thisss nfhjsckladc I more than appreciate if you read this and give me your thoughts :) and sorry for spelling errors- English is not my first language

An expedition always came with massive losses. This one was no exception, but personal deaths were always horrifying. I was, along with every squad captain no stranger to those ether. Seeing someone losing their entire team is horrible. The survivors guilt, the what ifs and the spiraling.

But as a captain i know its our responsibility to be strong and caring towards our squad- or what’s remained of them. they all died. I want to convince myself that they died fast and didn’t feel that much pain, or they died for a good course, but right now they all feel like lies. Telling their families is always the hardest thing i have to do.

‘Stop. You can do this hysteria later,’ I mumble to myself as i force my head away from my dead cadet and slap myself to take control of it again. We’re still in the middle of this mission, and a few dead friends should never stop me from completing my task.

we are in the outer space of wall Maria trying to manage the make best of the situation, if that's even possible right now. titans-or a human, the hole doesn't look like a titan has done it- crushed the walls so now the other ones are getting in. The view is disturbing to say the least. Dead all around, the ones there is no way saving are screaming with all that's left in them and who knows how many are still in there- I have to remind myself again to shut these out, i can worry about it later, for now there is only one thing to do-

kill as many of these assholes as possible. I jump from the rooftop into the endless titans, leaving my cadet’s body. I slash a titans nape with one fast blow and move onto my next victim. I see a cadet struggling to deal with an abnormal so i join in. At least i can save them.

‘Where is the rest of your team? You shouldn't be alone.’ I ask her after swiftly handling the situation. In the back of my mind I'm hoping that the answer wouldn’t be death, just in case i put on a poker face.

‘umm thanks for the help’ She said visibly distressed. Judging by that reaction it was her first expedition, poor girl getting her first real experience with this is not gonna do her much good. I try to give her a reassuring look but that's not my forte.

‘I just saw them over there’ she points with her head but its shaking so much its hard to get anything out of it. ’Ill go join them. Again thanks for the help.’ She swings away. I do the same.

after that, my body is on auto mode. Swing, neck, swing legs, wing neck, repeat. There was no strength left in me and i just wanted to stop for a minute but if i would i knew couldn't get up again. So much of that color code Hange made was in the air one can hardly see through it but it’s not stopping anyone. We all know how much is depending on us clearing out the space while the other can flee.

Suddenly i hear a loud noise. I finish with my current victim and go up to the walls to inspect. It was the signal that meant the fight was over. I desperately wanted to find the my te-it will take some time to really realize they are no more. My knees buckle but i keep myself standing. If don't sit down soon my body will collapse.

Next to the wall was a quickly build station we did on all expeditions. I just sat down on a bench in front of one of the main huts next to a cadet with their face in their hands. As i look around i see people eather crying, hugging each other and barley moving a muscle from still being in shock. The adrenalin was wearing off and they just realizing the losses, the same happening to me.

Some liquid is dripping down into my eyes from my head. Its weird because Titan blood should’ve went away by now, and i didn't have any head injuries. That is when it hit me. It was their blood. my squad is dead. Again. Every close friend i have- had, is getting ripped to shreds in the walls while i sit on a little bench. I take a closer look at the man next to me and realize its captain Ackerman. We probably look the same now: bruised, uniforms tainted by blood that's not ours, and ripped in a few places and hints of dirt and colors from the flares.

We literally never talked, but became cadets then captain around the same. For a few years we even shared a squad. We were in the same room most of our carrier. We are both closed off so we never got deeper than talking during meetings. I must’ve been staring at him for a while, because he looks up from his hands into my eyes waiting me to say something. When we lock eyes it hits me. From our year of cadets we were the last ones standing. From our old squad everyone died long ago. His family, that nice girl and boy i cant even remember the name of are dead. So is my old best friend whom we joined to the corps together. Its seems a different world remembering back to it, with one constant.

Ackerman. He was always there. everyone else coudn't live up to the standards of this life but we did. he did, he was always there with me and i cant even recall the names of his dead family. I don't think we even called each other by our first names yet, but it feels like a decade since we first started as cadets.

Seeing my face deep in thought and bloody he stated that i wont be talking anytime soon, so he went back to his hands, but a spoke up in the last second.

‘I guess you’re my best friend now.’ He quickly looked back to me and than around for whom I was speaking to, but when he realized it was him he looked at me weirdly, like I had three heads. ‘By default. Sometimes i forget we even know each other but now your the one i know the most about, and that's not really a compliment.’We both frowned ‘That came out wrong. I didn't mean it to sound bitchy.’

For a few seconds we just stared at each other blankly but i think he realized what i was saying and I saw two thing in his eyes. Pity, not for me but for my cadets. I liked that. And recognition.

‘You’re YN.’ His voice was weak. He probably lost most of his voice giving orders for his team. I don't have to worry about that for a while. ‘If its any consolation i saw two of your squad going down. It was not your fault. You fought well.’ He tilted his head up towards the still dirty sky, resting his head on the tent behind him and took a deep breath. Even looking like a corpse he was still beautiful. As that thought came up my mind my brows knitted- Its an objective observation, not a love confession. Not like i know more than two things about this man anyways.

‘As for the friend part, my pool of best friends candidates just got significantly smaller so you’re in luck.’ He looked into my eyes, but still kept his head upwards. ’If you’re interested you could join in to missions while you short things out. I’ll keep you busy.’ With that he closed his eyes once again. I considered the conversation over. I mimicked his movement and tried to tidy up my mind and maybe even rest a little.

I hope at least it was a fun read ")

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wrenreid · 11 months

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Off Limits

mostly nsfw story | haven’t checked for typos

Part Twenty-Four

It’s been 7 days, 9 hours, and 12 minutes. This case has kept me away from her for a little over a week now.

I find that every day that passes within our little relationship, I grow more fond of her. No - fond isn’t the word I would use. I like her more, my feelings grow, I fall for her deeper and deeper. I don’t know how to describe it, every word combination seems silly.

All I know is that our connection has strengthened, deepened with time, and I find her crossing my mind when I hear certain words or see certain things. For example, the candle on JJ’s desk the other day reminded me of Jade. She loves candles, has at least 16 of them in her family’s apartment.

It’s only been 7 days, but I miss her. I miss her voice, the smell of her hair and how its sweet scent wafts to my nose when she lays her head on my shoulder, her laugh, especially the one she tries to hide that sounds like animal giving birth. Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Of course, I miss kissing and touching her, feeling her soft skin beneath my finger tips. Most importantly, I just miss being around her, talking to her. I have no idea what this feeling is because I haven’t felt it with anyone. It’s new, slightly terrifying territory.

Not only am I longing the company of my… I haven’t ask her to be my girlfriend. I want to. What if she doesn’t want that? I force my train of thought to go back on its tracks. I’m also exhausted from this case. The hotel bed and the fact that due to occupancy I’ve had to hear Morgan snore 5 feet away from me every night have caused me to barely get any sleep since we got here.

The case is tricky, time consuming. We’ve finally got a lead, but we have to plan the details of this arrest precisely so no body else gets hurt.

I’ve been really productive this week. With Dad and Spencer gone, both of them only being able to really talk to me at night, I’ve had plenty of time to get things done during the day.

Of course, it’s been a little tricky with my little brother pestering me most hours of the day, but I’ve been able to occupy him with cartoons, coloring books, snacks, naps, and action figures.

I’ve gotten all of my work done for this week and the next. Finals are coming up so we are getting into review topics. I cleaned around the apartment the other day since my father never has time to, doing the dishes, laundry, helping Jack pick up his room, and organizing the kitchen. I’ve also gone to the park with Jack and caught up on binge watching my current hyperfixation tv show, which yes, I consider that productivity.

I miss Spencer. I know it’s only been a week, but It’s weird not seeing him for this long. Especially since he’s been so busy and hasn’t been able to text me more than 3 short messages a day: “Good morning!” “Have a good day.” and “Almost done for the day. Can we call later?”

Things between us have definitely changed. I’m not entirely sure what it is, but I’ve noticed our dynamic alter a bit. Not in a bad way either. I think we’re on a deeper level of connection.

Anyway, I hope they come home soon. I miss my dad too, and not just because I want him to take my sometimes pain in the ass of a brother off my hands.

“Hey kiddos,” my dad says with a cheesy grin as he walks through the apartment door. He looks tired, but relieved to be home.

“Daddy!” Jack abandons his toy card and jumps into his arms before he can even set down his go bag.

As the two of them embrace, I stand up to give him a hug as well. “How was the case?”

“Not too bad, just long and elaborate. A few of us got a little banged up though,” Dad tells me, releasing his arm from around me and setting Jack onto his feet.

My mind immediately wonders if Spencer’s okay. I know my dad would’ve said something if someone was seriously injured, but I can’t help my anxiety.

I check the time on my phone. “Let me cook dinner tonight,” I offer, my gaze meeting the dark circles under my father’s brown eyes.

He smiles and nods. “I’d love that.”

After talking a little while longer, I head to the kitchen to get dinner started. In between making sure things don’t burn, I text Spencer, reading his updates on the week.

“Can I come over later?”

I ask.

“Please do.”

I smile down at his words and get back to cooking. After dinner, Dad and I talk while we clean up the kitchen.

“I’m heading to bed early tonight. As soon as Jack’s down, it’s lights out for me.”

I chuckle softly, my eyes showing the sympathy I have for my father’s lack of sleep or relaxation for the past 8 days.

“God, I missed you,” Spencer says as his arms wrap around my waste. He barely let me get through his apartment door before pulling me into him. He smells like soap and vanilla woods, and his hair is still damp from the shower.

I rest my head on his chest, arms around the back of his neck as I let him hold me for however long he wishes. “I missed you too, Spencer.”

He lets me go after a good half minute, smiling down at me with his adorable grin, his dimples on full display. I smile right back up at him in adoration until I notice some bruising on his jaw and cheek bone.

“What happened?” I hold his face, brushing my thumb against his darkened skin gently.

“A little altercation with the unsub. Even Morgan has a black eye right now,” Spencer says matter of factly.

“You’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” he nods. “You should see the other guy.”

I laugh softly before grabbing his hand and leading him to his couch. We sit down together, my head on his shoulder and his hand on my thigh.

I kiss his shoulder through his shirt, and I can see the corners of his lips perk up. Spencer removes his hand from my thigh and uses it to lift my chin up so he can kiss me. My lips return the gesture immediately.

We give each other a couple of sweet pecks and a few longer kisses before settling back into our cuddling positions and turning on the tv. It’s nice to just be here next to him.

As if he can tell what I’m thinking, he kisses the top of my head, scootching in closet even though it’s not quite possible.

Bar on east 4th tonight. The whole team is coming. I’m expecting you to be there, pretty boy.

I roll my eyes at the text that pops up on my phone screen. I’m not exactly in the gathering mood, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go. We haven’t been able to all get together outside of work in at least a year. I suppose I’ll stop by for an hour or so.

At 8, I get ready to leave for the bar. Jade’s voice telling me not to wear work attire to casual outings rings in my head, so I opt for a more relaxed white button up (no tie), dark fitted jeans, and my pair of purple converse I don’t wear often enough.

I arrive early, of course, but my coworkers, no, friends enter the bar soon enough, some coming in pairs and some alone. We all gather at a table until there’s not enough chairs. Morgan and Emily take a seat at the bar, already ordering drinks.

As time moves on, my peers are fueled with alcohol, some more than others. Hotch drinks his scotch very sophisticatedly. It’s a little intimidating at times that he never actually seems to drop his professionalism.

JJ orders a basket of fries for the table which Morgan takes a few every time he passes by on his way from the dance floor to the bar and vise versa. He and Penelope seem to be having the time of their life dancing, having no care in the world. Emily takes JJ’s hand as we’re in conversation, dragging her to the floor to dance with her. This leaves me, Rossi, and Hotch at the table, sipping drinks - I ordered a vodka soda about thirty minutes ago, and I’m only 2/3 of the way done with it.

The three of us make conversation, talking about whatever. I like the way Hotch smiles when I correct Rossi on a slight mistake he made when we were discussing something. It’s like he’s proud. Which that admiration I feel quickly turns to guilt because I’m going behind his back and seeing his daughter.

Around 10, we’re all seated at the table, talking and laughing at each other. I’m the most sober, and the drunkest of the bunch are amusing me.

Somehow, the conversation topic turns to sexual situations and who has the most game.

“Spencer could have game if he didn’t spill so many random facts,” JJ says then shoots me a loving I’m sorry but it’s true look.

“Hmm I don’t know about that,” Morgan says with a devious grin. “He’s too awkward for game. Maybe if he had like three drinks in him and relaxed a bit. Maybe.”

I can feel my face beating red. I hate being the subject of discussion, especially when it’s a topic like this.

“Have you ever actually been with a girl?” Morgan asks, genuinely curious. “Or guy, I don’t judge.”

I shoot him a glare. There’s no way I’m talking about this right now. “Shut up.”

“So no?” Emily teases.

A few more words are said, and laughs are shared. Laughs at me. Well, they may think they’re laughing with me, but I am no longer amused. Even Hotch is laughing a little.

Something in me lights up, and I rise from my seat. “You guys are unbearable when you’re drunk.”

I leave, despite the protests. But I’m not leaving because they hurt my feelings. I’m going to Jade.

Fuck it if she’s off limits.

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geralt-of-baevia · 29 days

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Call It What You Want: Chapter Four

pairing: nooutbreak!joel x f!ofc (Violet Fletcher)

rating: explicit, MDNI 18+

word count: 1.7k

summary: Seeking solace from a painful breakup, Violet relocates to a tranquil town, purchasing a neglected house to renovate. In her new neighborhood, she befriends Harlow, who introduces her to Joel, a gruff and seasoned contractor with a heart of gold. Despite Joel's initial grumpiness, Violet finds herself drawn to his expertise and hidden kindness.

As Violet immerses herself in home renovations alongside Joel, their dynamic begins to shift, with Joel unexpectedly opening himself up to the possibility of love. Their budding relationship faces challenges as shadows from their pasts emerge, testing their newfound connection.

warnings/tags: fluuuuuuuff. we're getting close! what a nice slow burn it is, huh? bahahaha

a/n: okay so i know that this chapter is a small tiny baby, but I promise we're getting there! this maybe could have been at the end of chapter three, but oh well :P next chapter gets juicy. also, would anyone like to be added to a tag list? let me know!

When I woke up the next morning, I panicked a little. I couldn’t remember right away where I was, or whose bed I was in. In the comforting warmth of the bed, I sat and tried to remember where I was. Suddenly it dawned on me, I was at Joel’s. My heart started racing in my chest. I didn’t remember much of the evening before. After they gave me pain meds at the hospital, everything was a blur of images.

I got up slowly, cradling my arm with my hand until I was able to put my sling back on. The aching pain was starting to creep back and I could tell it was probably time for food and a pain pill. To my right was a black dresser, and without a second thought I went over and started opening the drawers, trying to find a new shirt to wear. The one I was currently wearing reeked of hospital. I’m sure the bedsheets did, too.

Carefully I slipped back off my sling, changed my shirt and slipped it back on. I tried to be patient with myself as a simple task like this took me longer than normal. I also changed out of my shorts, finding a pair of boxer shorts to wear. If he had an issue with me wearing his clothes, he’d have to deal with it. I also realized I wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear. A fact I was trying to not think about and put to the back of my brain.

I balled up my clothes that I had been wearing and tucked them under my good arm before venturing down the sairs. About half way down I was struck by the scent of breakfast. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until then.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw Joel sitting on a couch watching something on TV, only being able to see the back of his head. To my left was the kitchen, food still warm in their pans; two empty plates on the counter. My eyes scanned the room, taking in as much as I could.

Joel’s place was very nice. Like, surprisingly nice. All of the walls were a robin’s egg green. Both the trim and the A frame ceiling were the same honey toned wood. Decorations were minimal, which is exactly what I expected from someone like him.

“Good morning,” I said a little too loudly. Joel jumped at my voice, turning around in his seat. His face lit up.

“Good morning, Violet,” he said, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Hungry and sore,” I said. I watched his eyes look me up and down, noticing that I was wearing his clothes. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. My clothes just smelled like the hospital and I was over it.”

“It’s fine, I never wear those anyhow,” he replied. I furrowed my brow, wondering if he meant just this pair or underwear in general. He got up and made his way over to me, holding out his hand to me. “I’ll take those and wash them for you. Then let’s eat.”

Joel started a load of laundry and then plated us up breakfast: eggs, sausage and toast. He took our plates to the living room area, setting them down on the coffee table.

“I hope this is enough. I would have gotten more had I known I was going to have company over,” he told me. “Come sit, make yourself comfortable and I’ll get us some coffee.”

I sat down on the black leather couch, my skin instantly sticking. I reached out and grabbed the toast off of my plate and put it in my slinged hand. With my good hand I then began to tear off the crust. I may be 30, but that didn’t mean I have to eat the worst part of bread. I tossed the useless crust back to my plate and began munching on my toast.

I looked up as Joel came with two cups of steaming coffee. He set them down on the table next to our plates.

“And lets not forget these,” he said, pulling a orange bottle of pills out of the breast pocket of his shirt. He placed them down with a rattle.

“Thank you Joel, for everything.”

He smiled. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! We’ve known each other for like a week. And now in the last 24 hours you’ve saved my life, become my emergency contact, confirmed that we’re friends and then I slept in your bed,” I said before taking another bite of toast. Through a chew I added, “Which I don’t remember getting into if I’m being completely honest.”

“What do you remember to?” he asked.

“I was conscious until they gave me pain meds. After that it was cloudy. I kinda remember getting in your truck, but that’s it. Everything after that is a blank.”

He took a drink from his cup and set it back down. “Well, you fell asleep in the truck on the way back. Then we got here I carried you upstairs and put you to bed and I came down here and slept on the couch. That’s it.”

“I didn’t say anything embarrassing, did I? The last time I had pain meds like that for my appendix I said a lot of things I wish I wouldn’t have,” I said. He chuckled through a bite of food.

“Okay, okay. I’ll admit: you did tell me I was handsome,” he confessed, blushing a little under the scruff on his cheeks.

My cheeks followed suit, burning hot with embarrassment.

“And then after I laid down I had to google what a ‘silver fox’ was,” he said, causing me to almost choke on my coffee.

“I’m sorry, a what?” I asked. I prayed I hadn’t called him that.

“You told me I was handsome and that I was a silver fox,” he said, “so you really meant it yesterday when you said you didn’t mind I was as old as I am, huh?”

My whole body was vibrating at this point.

“Violet? Are you okay?”

I turned to look at Joel, concern on his face.

“No- no I’m fine. I just need to have a talk with drugged me. She needs to realize I’m trying to play the long game,” I replied, my heart being rapidly in my chest. Joel reached over and put a comforting hand on my knee.

“I can assure you, we will still play the long game,” he said reassuringly. I met his gaze and smirked.

“It’s just that I- I just got out of a really intense relationship and I-”

“Violet, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything,” he said with a warm smile, giving my knee a squeeze, “We’re going to see a lot of each other this summer so we will have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

“That’s true.”

“And honestly, it’s been a long time since I felt something - anything like this, for someone. So this is like starting over brand new.”

“You mean an old dog can learn new tricks?” I jeered. He narrowed his eyes at me, a reluctant smirk creeping up on his lips.

“Yes, you could say somethin’ like that.”

We ate the rest of our breakfasts in comfortable silence. Joel put on some spaghetti Western as something to fill the silence. It was nice to have a foundation for whatever it was between us. It was something that was no pressure. I could do that.

After I was finished eating Joel picked up the pill bottle and got one out for me. I held out my palm and he placed it in the center. Even just his his fingertips brushing my skin sent electricity through me.

I took my pill and chugged the rest of my coffee with it. Joel cleared the coffee table and took our breakfast things to the kitchen. I would have offered to help, but clearly I wasn’t able to. I stared blankly at the TV as the water ran and he cleaned the dishes. Slowly I could feel the pain in my shoulder going away, and sleep starting to creep over me again.

It dawned on me that I had no idea what time it was, how long I had slept last night or even where my phone was. But honestly, part of me didn’t care. I was just in pain and wanted to sleep. When Joel came back over to the living room area, I look up at him through hooded eyes.

“That pill hittin' you?” he asked, a cheeky smile on his lips.

I nodded lazily. “Yes, now can I go back to sleep?”

“Do you want to sleep here again, or would you prefer me to take you home?”

I beamed at his offer. “How chivalrous of you. But no, I’d rather just sleep here and go home later if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine by me, let's get you upstairs.”

“Please, before I say something embarrassing again.”

I giggled to myself before trying to stand up, only for my knees to buckle underneath me. Thankfully Joel was close enough to catch me.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Here, let me help,” he mumbled out. I couldn’t help but close my eyes again as he moved me so that he could pick me up, cradling me in his arms.

“I’m too heavy,” I murmured. I felt his chest rise and fall as he chuckled.

“No you’re not Violet. This is how I got you up last night. It’s a breeze,” he assured me.

“It’s just because you’re really strong and muscley.”

He chuckled harder.

“Okay Vi, I think that’s enough talking for right now.” I nodded, nuzzling my face into his warm, comforting chest.

Soon enough I felt myself being laid on the bed, blankets being put over my frame. I peeked my eyes open and stopped his hand before he was able to pull it away from the comforter.

“Thank you Joel,” I practically whispered.

“You’re very welcome,” he said, brushing my hair out of my face. I felt his lips press against my forehead, his mustache and scruff tickling my skin. “Now get some sleep.”

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 23

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst. Mentions of sex/smut. Manipulation, implied cheating.

“St-Steve…I need your help in he-“

“I can’t help, Cami…” Steve said quickly as he grabbed his go-bag, “Peggy just called and said that she-“

“Peggy!” Cami growled, stomping into the main hall where Steve was already halfway to the door, “What does Peggy really need from you Steve? I need help with the girls. They-“

“Cami…Peggy needs help getting acclimated!” he growled back in response, “you can handle the girls. They are fine! You are fine! Peggy is having a hard time!”

“So you’re leaving me?” she asked angrily, “taking your go bag and disappearing until Peggy is fine?”

“Cami-“

“You know, I think it’s pretty wild that all of a sudden she’s known for having these mind-blowing panic attacks where you have to be there for her at all times of the day,” Cami groaned, “I thought you said she was a decorated soldier for the Brits. Hmm? Thought she was capable of fitting in anywhere and always adapting!”

“Cami, adapting in wartime in the 40’s is way different than jumping forward over a hundred years!”

“So, you’re just going to leave, then?”

Steve’s jaw twitched for a moment before he dropped his go bag at the coat rack by the entryway.

“What would you have me do, Cami?”

Cami’s angry attitude immediately faded, and she stepped towards her husband. Steve stood stock-still and watched her walk up to him and immediately wrap her arms around his middle. Steve watched her for a moment before reacting. He could feel the sadness around him like a humid day.

“I miss my husband,” she all but whimpered against him. Steve sighed as he felt her heart beating against his chest, “I need you Steve…me and the girls…we-we need you here with us…at least some of the time.”

And his heart ached as she looked up at him, her eyes tearfully looking into his own. Gently, he reached down and stroked away her tears with his thumbs, before pressing his lips softly to hers.

They worked slowly with one another, calculating the other’s next move, while working perfectly in sync.

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you, Steve…”

He sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the pain in her own eyes. He dropped his go bag beside him and wrapped his arms low on her waist, “how about you go make some lunch for the girls, and I’ll get them set up? Then after we get them down for a nap, we spend a little mommy daddy time together, where I show you exactly how much you mean to me, and why you and the girls will always come first.”

“I-I like the sound of that,” she admitted softly with a nod. Steve smiled and pressed another gentle kiss to her lips before patting her ass and letting her out of reach, “I-I’ll go make lunch…”

“Okay, bunny. I’ll go get the girls in line.”

Steve sighed softly to himself as he wrapped his arm around his wife. Cami moaned softly from his chest, while her core fluttered around his cock. Steve’s eyes closed as he focused on her breathing and how he heard her heart thrashing in her chest.

“You know…days like this…I live for it…” he admitted softly as he looked down at his docile wife. She gave him a loving look, and he brushed the hair off her face, “I love it.”

“You live for this?”

“Not the arguing…but this,” he answered, gesturing to how they were currently, “us…together…me deep inside of you, stretching that pretty little-“

“Steve…” Cami giggled with a smile. Steve’s smile got wider as he lifted the hand from his chest and kissed her palm.

“Are you sure I can’t coax you into having another little super soldier toddling around?”

Cami giggled as she patted her husband’s pec, “maybe a boy this time?”

“I mean…if we’re going for it…I see no harm in the extra practice,” Steve teased playfully, “you know…but that would mean I would have to take off this condom you made me put on.”

“Steve…”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, rubbing Cami’s back, “you want to wait at least another year, so we don’t have three kids in diapers.”

“And I love you so much for agreeing with me. I can barely keep up with the twins.”

“If we don’t have another set of twins…I get to try right after that third one’s out of the oven.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed softly as she placed a series of kisses along his chest, “I swear. You truly are insatiable, Mr. Rogers.”

“Oh, only for you, Mrs. Rogers!”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, you know it,” he smiled. Cami leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, before sitting up, “where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

“The girls should be up from their naps soon,” she said quickly, “thinking maybe we grab a shower together before that? Get some more…practice in?”

“Nothing sounds better than that, bunny!” Steve purred.

He reached forward and playfully slapped his wife’s ass as she got up and ran towards the bathroom. Meanwhile as he sat up, he noticed his phone had a number of alerts on it.

He frowned when he saw who they were from.

With a much heavier sigh, he bit his bottom lip and looked between the bathroom and his phone.

‘You were supposed to be here.’

‘Where are you, Steve?’

‘I need to feel you right now.’

His stomach felt like it was in knots as he stood from the bed and started towards the dresser. Throwing on a pair of briefs and sweatpants, he pocketed his phone, before throwing on a beater. Cami came back into the bedroom as he was putting on his boots.

“W-what’s wrong?” she asked quickly, “Steve, where are you going?”

“Emergency,” he lied, as he stood from his spot. He gave her a firm kiss before turning towards the door, “I have to go, now. It’s an urgent mission, Cami!”

“Is everything okay? Why do you have to-“

“Cami…I don’t have time to talk!” he said quickly as he pushed himself from the bedroom and towards the entrance, “tell the girls I love them!’

“Wait, Ste-“

“Bye Cameron!”

“Where is my wife?”

“Steve…so pleasant to see you too!”

“God damn it, Melissa, where the hell is my wife?” Steve spat, “I know that she’s here! Her and the girls. They have to be!”

“You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up at my house, punk!”

“James…”

Bucky’s jaw twitched as he glared at his best friend over Mel’s shoulder. She turned back towards Bucky and put a hand on his chest, “we told Cami that we wouldn’t intervene…James…we promi-”

“Then fucking get out of my way,” Steve growled, ready to push his way into the house, “I want to talk to Cameron!”

“I didn’t say that I was going to let you barge into my house, Steven Grant Rogers!” Mel spat, quickly turning around to poke the super soldier in the chest. Steve, taken back by her attitude change with him took a step back, and she used that to her advantage, “you’ve taken advantage of my daughter for far too long, Steve. James and I promised that we wouldn’t become even more involved than when James beat the shit out of you, but I will not let you into my house.”

Steve’s jaw twitched. His nostrils flared as he looked down at the much smaller woman, “you think you scare me, Missy? Think I’m afraid of some slutty, aging whore?”

“I think you’re the limp dick asshole of a son-in-law who just cheated on my daughter,” Mel growled, “and super soldier or not, you better back the fuck up, because I have no problem with going to jail over finding some way to cause serious bodily harm to you, Steve!”

Steve sneered at Mel, before taking a step back, “you don’t know what you’re getting involved in, Mel. You’re sticking your nose into a business where it has no place in! AS ALWAYS!”

“She’s my daughter, you prick!” Mel spat, “so I suggest you get off of my fucking property. Because so help me god, if you wake up my newborn, I won’t stop James from kicking your ass yet again.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Steve growled as he looked at Andy, “she wouldn’t fucking do that to me. I’m the father of the girls. She ca-“

“Steve, I’m just telling you what she’s had drafted,” Andy said with a frown, “I’m not saying that you have to sign them.”

“Damn right I’m not going to sign them,” Steve hissed as he glared at the papers sitting in front of him, “she wants full custody of Jamie and Stephanie…she-“

“If I’m being honest, it’s not a bad deal,” Andy shrugged as he cut his friend off, “she doesn’t want spousal or child support. She’s willing to let you have full access to the kids by remaining in the tower. She just wants entire custody of them. And with you still actively going on miss-“

“I don’t give a damn about my bitch of a soon to be ex-wife wants, Andy…it’s about the principle. She can’t demand custody of the girls. We’re getting a divorce, but what I want is important too! What if I wanted full custody?”

“Steve, I’m going to level with you,” Andy muttered, “within the family courts, the judge usually sides with the mother.”

“Yeah…well the father isn’t usually Captain America, now is he?”

“Most men demanding full custody and no support don’t usually cheat on their wives either,” Andy corrected with a frown, “and don’t even say that she can’t prove it. We all know that Peggy is already pregnant. That in itself is proof enough. No judge would look at you and agree, no matter how much you’ve done for the country!”

“Andy…you don’t get it…”

“No, Steve…I don’t…because if my spouse ever cheated on me…I’d be doing much more than just asking for full custody!” Andy replied swiftly, “I mean, seriously, Steve. What the actual hell were you thinking with Peggy? She’s a fantasy…an illusion. You and Cami-“

“I don’t want to talk about this with you,” Steve muttered, shaking his head at his friend, “thanks for explaining this…but I’m not going to sign. And you can let Cami know that.”

“Alright, Steve…just remember. Divorce and family hearings are never pretty. And once word gets around that it was you that broke up the marriage…it’s less likely that you’ll get everything you want out of it.”

“Don’t make me find a new lawyer, Barber.”

“Maybe you should, Rogers!”

Chapter 24

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.:Down the Rabbit Hole:.

Chapter 31: Down the Rabbit Hole

Hey guys!

Time to keep following Cole on this rigmarole of a rabbit chase and see what happens next now that he's in the big top that gives Tri-Point its name!

Without further ado, let's jump in!

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“Alright, you damned rabbit. This game’s gone on long enough!!”

I rip random shit out from their places as I search high and low for this antlered thorn in my side, not really caring what it is or who it might belong to. I don’t know what it’s trying to get at, but it’s only going to make things so much worse for it when I get my hands on it. “How do I see myself?” What kind of mind games is it trying to play; Especially with asking that while I was literally looking in a damn mirror? The answer is literally staring me in the face! I’m me! Always have been.

That damn question though… It circles in my head more than I’d like, fucking vultures riding a rising current of hot air. While yes, it is true that I haven’t physically changed much, but I have. God I hate to admit it, but so much has changed that I’m not even sure who I am anymore. Everything that made me the man I was is gone, torn asunder and ashes in the wind. Zeke’s been dead for what… Two, three years? Trish has been gone longer still. Empire City is crater, courtesy of John. Wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been deemed the US’s own Chernobyl or something.

Any ties I had to that old life is just… Gone. Save for whatever tiny scraps I managed to salvage… The life I had planned for, the life I wanted, will never come to be.

It’s not helped by the fact that I’ve been nothing more than either some kind of errand boy or a puppet on fucking strings ever since I was popped out of my mother. Any choice I made was either deemed incorrect, wrong or the choice was outright taken away! At this point, I’ve stopped trying.

Now I’m starting to understand the question and my answer is: “Does it fucking matter?”

My rampage in the big top continues on, leaving debris of knocked over furniture, confetti and dust in my wake when I think I see a plume of purple in my periphery. I turn my head to look, but see nothing, probably just glitter or some shit like that. However, I do spot another flash, another mirror. What a fucking coincidence.

I try to ignore it and focus on my task of finding that damn rabbit, but every time I see glimpses of my reflection, my curiosity grows… I eventually just say “fuck it” and walk over.

I make note of the mirror now that I’m actually looking at it. It’s one of those full, stand-up mirrors you find in those old as fuck mansions that are definitely not haunted. I know those ghost stories and while those kinds of things were more Zeke’s wheelhouse, with the “Killer Clown” vibes this place has going on? I’m not taking any chances… Especially with a circus full of Conduits.

I walk to the mirror, making sure I’m far enough away that should some fucking “Ringu” or “Grudge” thing be hiding in the mirror tries to grab me or some shit like that I can jump back out of reach, but close enough to see my full body in the reflective glass.

Damn… There’s a lot more change than I thought now that I look at myself fully.

My skin actually looks half-way healthy, slightly tanned from being cooked in the sun and bringing out the freckles that I had as a kid. The only hint of the pale, sickly grey that I’m used to seeing all over my body is focused on the scar that tracked across my chest like spider lightning through the clouds. First time in a long time I get to see that painful reminder.

I look at my clothes and it hammers home just how much I’ve changed, it’s honestly strange. I can see bits and pieces of someone new, yet it’s still my face, still my scars… I can almost feel my mind starting to struggle a bit. Trying to decide who this person in the mirror is even though I know it’s still me.

As I’m having a slight identity crisis, I hear something whisper in my ear. “How do you think others see you?”

A Punch Blast rips from my hands as I whirl around with a start, sending a popcorn machine and some heavy props flying in its wake. I scan the area, ready to fry the bastard that’s been toying with me ever since I stepped into this madhouse. I growl loudly as my frustration grows, seeing nothing.

“Hey, fuzzy lil’ fucker!” I shout out, my accent starting to slip more than I’d like. “Stop fuckin’ aroun’ with me and face me!”

All I get is crickets as I sweep the area, looking for hide or hair of the pain in my ass, but of fucking course, the rabbit is nowhere to be seen. I am getting so sick and tired of all of these games.

If I was a less stubborn man, I would have given up at this point and head back to the hospital to take a long-ass nap. Sadly, I am not a less stubborn man and I want that bunny made into a pair of leather gloves for all the grief it’s put me through.

What I didn’t know is that I’m in for one hell of a shock myself when I turn around and face the mirror again.

Staring back at me isn’t myself… It doesn’t even look human, it looks closer to a living storm, not a shred of humanity to be seen in its crimson eyes. It almost frightened me. Yet…. Somehow I knew that it’s still me.

It’s twisted and monstrous, even more so than how I am in my Beast form… Or is that not my Beast form and what I’m looking at is supposed to be what it’s actually supposed to look like? I remember John’s whole shtick was being a giant magma golem of a monster and I could never figure out how to get that.

I growl and shake my head before dismissing the reflection and walking away, remembering the question and guessing that’s what the mirror was showing; how others saw me.That I couldn’t give less of a rat’s ass about. Not surprising in the least that people saw me less as an actual person and more of a monster or a force of nature, something soulless and without care. It’s honestly nothing new to me.

I’ve been a reject of society ever since I knew what that was. Always casted aside: mocked, shunned and scapegoated in some way, shape or form. So how is this any different? Always a fuck-up, so fucking what? It’s a non-issue at this point. They can think however they want, as long as those dumb shits stay the hell out of my way, then there will be no issues.

My search for Bugs Bunny’s horned cousin continues when I think I see something else furry, a fluffy looking tabby cat sitting on a chest. Not what I’m looking for, but okay.

Though as I look at it, I can’t tell if it’s the color of my lightning or what, but I swear this cat was an odd color… Almost blending in with the hue my sparks bathed the area in, but it was definitely an unnatural color for a cat, pink? Purple? I couldn’t tell, nor did I care.

I try to get close so I can get a better look at the feline, but as I did, the cat turns to purple smoke and flits away. Are you fucking kidding me?!? First a white rabbit who can teleport, now a purple-y cat that can turn to smoke, what’s next? Am I gonna stumble across a giant ass caterpillar smoking from a hookah or something?!? I watch the wisp dart around, the sight feeling familiar for some odd reason.

I don’t have much time to ponder that before it dashes off, prompting me to go after it.

“Maybe this fucker will lead me its little bunny friend.” I think to myself before following it through the big top and find it went through a door. I narrow my eyes in suspicion, this reeks of a trap, yet something keeps telling me to push forward. Is it my curiosity? My stubbornness? Or is it me thinking that I’ve made it this far in, might as well how deep this goes?

Doesn’t matter which it is as I follow the smoke inside.

Through the door, I am damn near blinded by the amount of light my dark-adjusted eyes were subjected to, forcing me to cover them until they had readjusted. I remove my hands and my jaw falls open at the sight I see.

That cat lead me into a fucking mirror maze.

“What’s with all the goddamn mirrors?!” I growl out loud as I look around, seeing myself at damn near every conceivable angle. The scowl on my face deepens the more I see my reflections, I already don’t like seeing myself, let alone being stuck in a room that’s nothing but myself. It infuriates me to no end. It’s almost dizzying and disorienting with everything reflecting everything else. I start to step back, I’m getting in over my head. I need to get out so I can regroup and…

A voice stops my thoughts dead in its tracks as an all too familiar voice hisses in my ear, full of venom and cruelty.

“Do you want to see who you really are?”

The door behind me slams shut with a deafening “BANG” as I try to get out. There was nothing to grab hold of and no way to force it open, it’s flushed with the wall. I’m stuck in here and that damned voice laughs at my struggle and plight. I fire off an Alpha Blast to blow the door open, but it bounces off the reflection and damn near hits me in the process. I can feel my heart start to race as the fact sinks in more and more. I’m trapped in this damned maze.

I slowly turn around, knowing what I have to do, but what I see behind me… My eyes widen as I can feel the color drain from my face, my blood runs cold as I face what is my worst fear made manifest.

“No…”

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #Poor Cole #Things are a bit topsy turvy #It's only going to get worse.#:)#Let's see how far he falls.

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A/N: Yay okay FINALLY I'm back to normal updates. Honestly, just a big hug to our moots who decided to take an interest in this- we love writing this so much and other people getting interested in it just makes me so happy. This chapter is written by me ;). My cowriter is the lovely Nyota (@labaguetteisdabest). You can find the masterlist here

Warning(s): Cursing, technical self harm, poor explanations of how Kaeda's Reya works, blood, gore, dismembered koalas, passing out, burning.

Pairing(s): Kaepex

Huff...huff...huff...

Damnit. I thought I was making some good progress, but as I made the final stretch, sunlight peeked through the clusters of trees in front of me – but behind it was the next infuriating obstacle the gods had decided I so desperately needed.

As I finally enter the light, the wide expanse of a river is in my way of moving forward.

The Thappu River is probably one of the most famous rivers in all of Dodomi – the water boiling, but frozen platforms of pure ice so cold that it floated on the river’s surface with no intention of melting.

The whole river itself defied the laws of science – but the collision of varying temperatures shrouded the whole border in steam, separating the two nations. And now I had to cross it. The extreme heat of the water would most definitely melt my flesh off if I even touched a droplet of it – so that wasn’t an option.

Damnit.

Maybe if I pool my strength together and channel my Reya through my feet, I could freeze the water underneath me as I walk.

But if it doesn’t work... Wait. I have a freaking ice Reya - I’m an idiot.

I could jump onto one of the ice platforms and control the ice molecules to drift across the river. Usually though – around the summertime – my Reya’s full potential gets stunted by the heat- infuriatingly so- meaning I’d have to drain a little bit of my life energy to even gain control of a few molecules of ice to make it across.

Better than dying.

Taking a deep breath, I spotted the nearest ice platform, thankfully big enough to bear my weight. Here goes nothing. Crouching down, I get a running start before propelling myself off the grass, landing on the platform with a thud – the momentum causing the water to splash up onto my skin.

Damnit!

Furiously rubbing at the spots where the water made contact, my eyes threaten to water in pain, scalding droplets of river water feeling like pure magma.

But I had to keep moving. With some difficulty, I manage to stretch my hands, flexing my fingers, as I draw power from my core, from my life source, already feeling it being drained as the ice platform starts moving across the river, water churning, and my heat beating. It was exhausting, and the pace was painstakingly slow, my lungs burning as if I was running out of breath, desperately trying to gulp in fresh air but I had to keep going.

Halfway there... Damnit.

My head starts to spin slightly as black spots start dancing across my vision. My thoughts begin to lose some clarity – but I know if I rest soon, my life energy will replenish.

Must...get to...Princess Apex...

Come on- only 4 feet left...

My mind in a haze, I’m jolted back to reality at the sound of the ice platform bumping the edge of the other side of the river. Too tired to do anything, I stumble onto the soft grass, and fall asleep.

***

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

My head spins as I sit up far too quickly for my brain to process, but I don’t care. The sky is an inky black, stars twinkling above. How long was I asleep for?!

Thankfully, my life energy feels replenished, along with newfound adrenaline coursing through my veins. Standing up, I look back at the ice platform I had used to get over – not too far from where I left it – meaning I’ve only been asleep for a few hours – if I had slept longer then the platform would’ve been further, the river’s current taking the ice with it.

Right now, I was in Fujimura, home of the Pyracents. This was going to be interesting. An ice princess in a fire kingdom.

As I step closer to the new forest that led to Asraxvale, I regretted my decision to pursue Apex instead of Cari. Speaking of Apex...was she safe? She better be. If she didn’t, then this trip would be for nothing. And I did not drain my own life energy for nothing.

As much as I hate to admit it though, she’s strong. And I know she can fend for herself, as irritating as it is. But as my mind continues to wander, I picture the princess of Fujimura lifeless on the ground, flesh and muscles torn to pieces just as my driver was. The few bites of the apple I ate earlier threaten to resurface and I painfully swallow down the bile that rises in my throat. I can’t think like that.

Entering the thicker and humid forest ahead of me, the sounds of animals and wildlife start to pick up nearby.

Damnit.

I can’t take shelter again; I’ve already wasted too much time. I need to be quiet. In the corner of my eye, I see an animal carcass, rotting with dried blood everywhere. I wanted to throw up again, but at this point, I’d gotten used to it. Didn’t make it any less gross though.

This virus...could it affect espyns too? It would explain why the main trading route was barren. But the thought of that was terrifying... My mother, my friends, shit even Dyor would’ve all been infected by now.

The gravity of the situation finally registers in my mind as harsh reality fully hitting me, like a slap in the face. At first, I thought everyone was dead, but if all the espyns on Dodomi are just like that leopard... I feel sick again.

I don’t want to do this. Damnit Damnit Damnit.

“Shit...” I mumble out loud, believing that thinking out loud would reprieve any of the thoughts racing through my head.

Note to self: It didn’t. But like I had told myself just a day ago, I had to do this. For me, for my mother, and for my people.

I look back at the animal. It seemed to be a koala, if I could even call it that anymore. It looked more like a disfigured rat. Countless creatures hunt by smell... but out of all the animals I’ve seen on the way here, infected animals never attack other animals, despite species... So that means this koala (I decided to name it Mabel – weird coping mechanism be quiet) was attacked by an espyn. Were there any Espyns in the forest right now? Gods I hope not.

But if I could make the animals around me think I wasn’t an espyn, my chances of survival would increase a lot more.

Kneeling at Mabel’s side, I brush my fingers through her fur, her blood coating my fingers. There was no possible way to ensure this would work, but if any animal smelled me, they would hopefully assume I was a carcass and move on. Given that Mabel wasn’t devoured entirely, these animals most likely only feed on the currently living. Did they feed off life energy? The thought of that was almost enough to for my apple to make a reappearance. Looking at the crimson that stained my fingertips, I reach up to my face, coating the skin underneath my eyes, just like war paint.

I’m not dying today.

#kaeda leona cynet #adrienne “apex” pyracent #star crossed haters #kaepex #kaeda x apex #my writing #creative writing #writers block #writer #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity

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Mine to lose Part 5: "Daryl and Leah"

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Daryl Dixon x Leah

Genre: Angst, fluff

Summary: A love triangle story inspired by Taylor Swift's songs betty, august, and cardigan

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Will try to knock out the last parts soon so I can focus on my December fics. If you'd like to be on the taglist please reply or message me :)

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On days like this, it was easy to imagine they were an old-world couple. A day off from work, perhaps, or a long weekend spent at the beach. With hot sun on her face and water rushing over her feet, Leah was smiling.

On the shore was the lone woodsman she called her second half. Daryl sat watching her, a small smile on his face as she waved to him. While she’d been quick to take her shoes off and step into the river, he’d elected to remain on land. He was an observer, a shadow. She didn’t mind; she was used to it. Still, though, she wanted to know what was going through his mind.

“You know you’re not getting any younger. Come on in, it won’t kill you!”

Daryl scoffed, shaking his head in amusement. “Nah. I’m good here.”

Leah smiled in spite of herself. He was a stubborn man, through and through. She knelt down to dip her hands in the water, watching it ripple beneath her touch. It was especially clear today, sheens of sparkling light reflecting off its surface. She was mesmerized by it.

From his position on shore, Daryl was mesmerized by his own view. He watched Leah lift herself from the water, eyes still observing the current. She swayed with it, allowing it to move her inch by inch. Her blonde hair glistened in the sunlight, rivaling the rainbow reflection on the water. A beautiful day with a beautiful woman, all right in front of him. After all the blood and pain and misery he’d gone through, this couldn’t be more gratifying. Every day deserved to be like this one. He closed his eyes and breathed, really breathed, soaking in as much of it as he could. When would he have this next? When did he have it before?

As if a bolt of lightning had struck down and transported him back in time, the dirt beneath his fingers turned to sand, the steady current of the river becoming crashes of waves. When he opened his eyes, the woman in front of him was no longer Leah. He sucked in a breath. He knew where he was, and who he was with. He was in Oceanside, six years ago, with you.

Just as vividly as he remembered, you turned to face him with a huge smile on your face. “Daryl!” you called, “Get over here!”

He laughed. He couldn’t help it. You were so excited, so bright in your joy. It was overwhelming, the sight of you, surrounded by a beautiful environment, looking at him. How could he not laugh when the universe was obviously playing a joke on him?

“Honey,” you tried again, and God, he thought, what a perfect word: honey. Silky smooth, gold and shimmering, addictingly sweet. Honey was your voice. Honey was your outstretched hand. Honey was your smile. And he was honey too, when you decided he was.

Then you were pushing through waves to get closer to him, lifting your feet to avoid the strong current. It was a battle you fought easily, knowing where it would lead you. To the man on shore, watching you, waiting for you. Daryl would’ve waited for you forever. He didn’t have to, because you were stepping onto the hot sand, walking to him.

You stopped when you were standing over him, a raised eyebrow and an extended hand painting him a clear picture. He engaged you in a stare-off for a minute, the two of you always a match in your stubbornness, but he knew he would fold the moment you stepped forward. He took your hand.

He teasingly dragged his feet behind you, hiding a smirk when you glared at him. When you got in the water he jumped at the feeling of cold waves lapping at his ankles. You laughed at him, but still held his hand to lead him further. He got used to the water by the time it was up to his waist, a little higher on you. You grinned up at him, light bouncing off the ocean’s surface and onto your face. He was too captivated to notice you lowering a hand into the water and lifting it quickly enough to splash him.

Sea water hit his face and hair, effectively dampening it and sticking it to his skin. He huffed at you, formulating a sinister idea, but you were too busy giggling to notice. Before you could get away, he had you in his arms, grabbing you by the waist and dunking you into the water. You came up shrieking, playfully swatting his arms and splashing him again. He retaliated with splashes of his own, the both of you soon soaked all the way through and gasping for air through your laughter.

When you’d calmed down, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you to him. You sighed and leaned against him, burrowing your head into his chest. Even with the current rolling against his legs, Daryl had never felt so stable. That day didn’t feel like a rare “good day.” It felt like forever.

“Daryl? Hey, you still with me?”

He shook his head, eyes opening for real this time to his real view. Leah had gotten much closer, kneeling right in front of him. She placed a hand on his knee, studying his glazed-over look.

“You okay?” she asked, hesitation creeping into her voice. She wasn’t a fool, after all. She knew he’d been somewhere else.

As expected, he nodded. He always nodded. And like always, she nodded with him.

“I’m ready to go if you are.”

He nodded again, leaning back to stand. She stood too, following his lead. His back turned to her, she pictured it bare under the burning sun, what it would look like if he’d joined her in the water and gotten it wet. What it would look like to write her name on it, not as a symbol of ownership, but of reassurance. Something to remind her he was here, he was hers. Something to remind him of it, too.

When the sound of the current grew distant, Daryl looked back. He smelled the salt of the ocean, heard the waves crashing and your laughter echoing in his ears. A beautiful memory of a beautiful day. But only that: a memory. Proof that forever hadn’t been forever.

He glanced back at Leah, who smiled that pretty smile, and felt unsettled. What he once thought was forever had ended, but this? Here? This wasn’t forever either. And suddenly it all came crashing down.

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#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd #the walking dead #norman reedus #mine to lose series

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lostvi21 · 4 months

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Tips for writing

I already had another story which I never got to post, since I kept rewriting it into eternity. After forcing myself to take a break from it, I think I finally figured out a way to keep consistently writing a story. So, I thought maybe this post might stumble across a reader who struggles with similar things as I did and I could provide a possible solution without them needing to go through a year and over 10 different versions of a first chapter ending in a failed project. (and admitting that I needed to stop was what hurt the most since I really love the idea I had and maybe I might even try to restart that story, but that's a topic for another post in maybe 2 to 3 years.)

Also Disclaimer: This is only my opinion on the matter and what I figured to be helpful. In the end, it's up to you how you want to write your story and to decide what works for you. I'm just sharing my experiences.

I had a couple of problems which mixed up together until I needed to give up.

First off, I lacked structure. With my first bigger story, I had an idea, a beginning and I knew some major plot points that needed to happen. But what I never knew was when or how the story ended. I just wanted to tell an endless story or figure out an ending on the way. That didn't work for me.

With my current story (which you can check out here, if you're interested) I researched a couple of ways how to structure a story properly. (It was just for fun honestly, but so helpful in the end) I already had, like before a vague idea, and some plot points I wanted to happen. What I did: See if my story would fit into any of these structures and what would happen at which point until the end. And then I found a structure that fit my story (almost) perfectly. After that, I wrote down the plot in bullet points creating my outline for the story.

(Note: Of course, you can take any story structure you find and bend it a little. For example, I decided to go for a three act-structure and decided to skip the introduction part, since I wanted to plunge the reader into the story without heavily explaining what was going on. They would figure it out on the way … )

This means I knew what happened at which moment. And most importantly, I had an ending. Now I had to face my next challenge, fighting my constant urge to rewrite everything. After proceeding with my used-to-way of just writing what comes to my head, I quickly figured out that this wouldn't work. It didn't work earlier and it didn't work now. So, I needed to figure out what was wrong with my approach.

For that, there are multiple options to do so. Either you can ask others for their opinion of what is wrong with your text or try proofreading yourself. I recorded how I read my texts and heard afterwards to the footage while I was reading along (and yes, it sucks hearing your own voice on record, but if you imagine it's another person, it's not that painful anymore, after a while)

Then I had another important realization. I still had no structure in my chapters. The story was now well structured and I knew what I wanted to write the chapter about, but my thoughts were jumping from one thought to another and then back again. To solve this problem, I came up with an approach that still works for me.

Before writing the chapter, I think about what I want to happen in this chapter. For example, in my current story, I needed to introduce the two main characters and they needed to meet. I also wanted to hide some hints on backstory and needed to write about the event that starts the entire story. With that in mind, I just start loosely writing down what comes to my mind. It doesn't matter if it's good or not, since I'm going to rewrite it later on. Once I come to a point, where I completed all of my goals for that chapter, I take what I wrote down and structure the plot into bullet points. Then I take these and write a second version along with the bullet points. This makes sure that my thoughts are structured in the end and that I have a clear storyline to follow.

After that, the last step is proofreading. As already said before, you can ask others to give you feedback or record yourself. Maybe use a grammar program to fix obvious mistakes you've overseen (helps a lot. especially if you're writing in a language that you don't use everyday) In this stage I mostly find some sentences that are hard to read / speak or just some wordings that repeat or don't quite sound right. So I go ahead, mark them and fix them.

And after that, I was by now always satisfied with what I wrote. This method might be a little overkill but it works for me and the most important thing you need to keep in mind: If you'd like to write something, it's supposed to be fun. No matter the way you do it. The process of creating an own story and slowly watching it come alive, that's the feeling that makes me happy and why I keep writing.

Hope you had fun reading and maybe I was able to give you one or another idea on how to write a story. If you want more tips, you can send me an ask or just comment on this post.

#writers on tumblr #writing #writing advice

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 9 months

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This idea hit me like a ton of bricks, so of course I had to write it.

From my au where Lucian and a vampire!Peter live together and have a cat named Catmilla.

Warning: mentions of silver-related injuries, Peter has pierced ears and nothing in canon can change my mind

On with the fic!

Peter frowned as he dug about in the little box where he kept all his piercings, both fake and real. He wanted to wear this one pair he had that were snakes with little red gems dangling from them, but he couldn’t find both of them. Well, he had one of them, and it had been left exactly where he placed it this morning before his shower. But the second one, which had been right next to it, was missing.

Had he put it back in the box after he dumped it out to find the piercings in the first place?

Hmm, no, he knew he had left them both out. Had Catmilla knocked it off? No, she hasn’t moved from her cat bed by the window, too comfy with the Vegas sunlight to bother getting up any time soon.

He looked all over and around his personal vanity, not finding the damn thing. With a huff, Peter moved out of the room as he worked to put the lone piercing in. “Hey babe,” He called out to Lucian, wherever he was in the flat, “you got a sec?”

“Yes, I’m just in the weapons hall.” Lucian called back and Peter found him removing one of the swords from the wall, wearing gloves. Ah, right, he was planning on cleaning and sharping some of them today.

Peter noticed his boyfriend has his hair pulled back, always a good look for him, but he also noticed something else.

Something familiar dangling from Lucian’s left ear.

“There it is!” Peter exclaimed, making Lucian jump, nearly dropping the sword.

“W-what?” Lucian blinked, turning to look at him.

“My earring! You had it! I spent forever trying to find the match and you had it the whole- wait a fuckin’ minute! You have pierced ears!?”

Lucian set the sword side before turning completely to face him. “Ah, well, just the one, actually. But yes, I have a pierced ear.”

“B-but I’ve never seen you wear anythin’ before? And don’t you heal quickly from injuries? How can your ear still have a hole in it for a piercing?”

Lucian removed his gloves, then he removed the piercing. He approached Peter and let him look at the small hole. It looked rather like the silver scars Lucian- oh. “You pierced your ear with silver?”

“Actually, Sonja did.” Lucian said, sounding a bit embarrassed. “She thought it would be a good look on me, having my ear pierced. One night, she took a silver needle to do it, and let me tell you, it was one of the most painful experiences I’ve ever had with silver.”

“Probably hurts like a paper cut, tiny but oh so evil and painful.” Peter commented, taking his earring back when Lucian handed it to him. “That’s cool and all, but how come I’ve never seen you wear anything before?”

“I just don’t think about it, and any I had are long gone after 2003. Sorry for wearing yours, I noticed it and thought, hm, it’s been a while. I didn’t know you were planning on wearing it.”

“Eh, it’s fine.” Peter said as he put it in his other ear. “’sides, it doesn’t match you. I’m sure I’ve got something more your style. Maybe a small ring? Oh! I’ve got a variety of those, and in different colors and textures! Or maybe one of my moon ones? I’ve even got a few with bats! Let me go get the box!”

He ran off, his mind currently occupied with the thought of how hot it was that his fashion-backwards boyfriend can wear a piercing.

The earrings Peter is wearing are real and I have them.

Every Michael Sheen character I write for should have his left ear pierced. I know my Aziraphale’s always do! Why not Lucian?

#lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles

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str4ng3rdanger · 1 year

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Caboose's Labyrinth: Version 1

yeah basically obsessed with both how caboose flips out in s17e6 and how we dont see his room in the labyrinth and how underutilized that was so like it has chuckerboose like it always will with me unless i have a specific vision of some kind cool p.s. it is like mostly angst with the minimal concept of comfort eat up babes idk [ Caboose / S17 / Fic under the cut. ]

Everything felt blurry for a moment, and as Caboose blinked, he realized he was standing in front of his best friend.

He was standing in front of Church. “Church! Oh, Church, is—is, is it really you? Oh my goodness, I—you—you can help me! We are currently trying to fix all the clocks by making the time-lines back into time-circles—” Caboose was cut off as he’d been approaching his beloved Church.

“Mmmm, no. I’m…not…Church, actually.” That voice was Genkins’. Caboose immediately stopped in his tracks, even taking a step back. “No, I just really, really, like wearing his body. I think I’ll keep it!”

“Wh—what? You—you can’t do that. You—”

“Why not?”

“You—I already—I told you why! You—you—you were supposed to put his body down! You—”

“I’ve decided against it. It really is a flattering color of blue!”

“Put it down.”

“Roomy armor!”

“Put it down.”

“No, I don’t think I will. I like it. I think I’ll even leave with it!”

“You can’t do that—”

“Stop me, then.” Not-Church began to walk away, and Caboose, filled with rage, yelled and jumped at him. Instead of making contact, and pummeling Genkins from his best friend’s unaware body yet again, Caboose phased through the form of Not-Church. It suddenly gained the glow of Alpha, which caused a weird fuzzy feeling in Caboose’s mind—the odd desire to need them back in his head. He always felt the missing presence of A.I. in his brain, ever since the first time his mind was invaded.

“Wh…wh…what…what…wh–what is going—”

“Can’t do it, can you?”

“What—”

“Just like how you couldn’t save Church?” Caboose felt a pang in his chest and a sudden hollowness in his mind—all his rushing thoughts had stopped for a split second and it made it hurt all the more painfully when the rivulet of thoughts next flooded back. Caboose gripped the sides of his helmet as if in pain, and Not-Church began to laugh.

“Don’t—don’t laugh—” why was he being mocked for missing his best friend, and not wanting his best friend to be disrespected? Church is dead, and his body shouldn’t be tampered with, it wasn’t right! “Put—put it down—”

“Do you know how difficult it is to keep this body? After all, he fights back. It hurts him!” What..? Caboose didn’t want to hear this. He gripped the sides of his helmet harder, shaking as he threw it off. He was quick to grip some locks of his fluffy, blond hair. “I think it’s more fun that way, though.”

“You’re hurting him..? On purpose..?” Caboose stammered, sniffling. He was beginning to sob, even if it didn’t come through in his tone as much as it was showing on his face. “When I said to put Church’s body down?! I just want you to give me back Church! I want you to give him back, and leave him alone!”

Normally, when he was sad, he was the one tormenting himself—when he wasn’t alone, anyway. Tucker would always be able to empathize with Caboose if he was around. Why couldn’t he be here now, with Caboose, riled up as well? He’d know how to fix this, probably—help Church. Why couldn’t Caboose ever handle things on his own, though? Everyone else seemed to figure it out…the same everyone else that would mock him for being stupid. It couldn’t have been Church. Church is dead.

“It’s hilarious how riled up you are over this! I wonder what Church would think of this, though…what do you think?”

“He…he would be mad…he’d been really mad…” Everything flashed for a moment, and Caboose looked up from the palms of his hands, where he had kept his eyes buried. It hurt to look at Not-Church, though he realized as Not-Church spoke that it was the actual Church.

“What the fuck, Caboose? You seriously let some random weirdo possess me? You’re supposed to be strong, or something. Isn’t that your trade-off for being so goddamn braindead—”

“Church?” Caboose said goodbye once, and he didn’t know if he could muster it up again. “Church, is it really—but—but—but…you died?”

“There you go, not making sense again. Christ. I’m standing right here—I’m still pissed, by the way!” Caboose took a shaky step forward to try and hug Church, who recoiled back in a disgusted manner. “What are you doing?!”

“I—I just missed you, is all…I…I…”

“I don’t care—it sounds like you hit your head again.” Caboose tried to step closer again and felt that his knees trembled too much to do so. Instead, being on the verge of tears, he brought his arms to his chest and began to cry freely. Church sneered. “Jesus, what’s wrong with you? At least normally you don’t cry like this.”

“Shut the fuck up,” a new voice said. Caboose looked up—he knew that voice anywhere. It was Tucker, facing Church. “We don’t talk to Caboose like that. We talked about that, if you remember.”

“Seriously? You’re trying to lay into me about being a little rude to Caboose?”

“Yeah, I am.” There was a silence that followed, Tucker hesitant to tear his gaze from Church as he turned around to face Caboose. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I don’t know what’s going on…I thought that, uh, Church was acting weird because the demon was in his body, but he’s being mean—like—uhm—like back at Blood Gulch, but, but, he means it—” Caboose tried to wipe off his face and Tucker’s brow narrowed. He found something admirable about Caboose’s instinctually way of detecting if someone’s feelings were genuine or not—it’s how he ended up being stuck with Church for so long in the past.

“It isn’t real,” Tucker told Caboose, “that’s not Church.”

“I know.” This surprised Tucker, and left him wondering why Caboose humored this in the first place if he already knew what was wrong. “Church is dead. You told me that—the Alpha has been gone for a very long time, and Epsilon…not as long, but we know he is gone, too. Church is gone…but…I thought…maybe—maybe—maybe I could get another Church, like, uhm, how I got Epsilon after the Alpha?”

“I…don’t think it works like that, man.” Tucker embraced Caboose in a hug, to which he found himself being squeezed by the other blue soldier after Caboose realized what Tucker was doing. The made-up world around them began to fade, and so did the Tucker he was hugging. Furiously, Caboose took his helmet back up off the ground and fastened it back onto his head—he headed off from his room and to the next in the labyrinth.

He would find Tucker and remind him of just how much he loved him.

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