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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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Speculum Cupido

Summary: You’ve been Dr. Strange’s apprentice for some time now and you wanted to prove your best friend wrong. It goes awry and both of you find yourselves in a ‘dark mirror’ universe where the Captain, the Asset, the Kraken, and the Fallen Angel want to make both of you theirs.

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Female Reader x Dark!Ransom, minor Dark!Bucky x OFC x Dark!Sam

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 3,072

Warning: Dub/Non-Con Smut, Oral (m & f receiving), Daddy Kink, MMF Threesome, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Non-Con Drugging, Breeding Kink, and Artistic License w/Biology

A/N: This is my gift to @labella420 for @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @chrissquares , and @amythedvdhoarder’s Happy Hoelentine’s Day Challenge. Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Shout out to @saiyanprincessswanie for letting me borrow an idea of hers for this fic. Thanks to @the-soulofdevil for the beta.

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Another Valentine’s Day, another day for the world to mock me being single.

You were having enough of a ‘meh’ week as it is. Dr. Strange had to return to Kamar-Taj for an in-person meeting and Wong was who knows where. They had instructed you to work on your portal and transfiguration spells while they were away which was fair since you’ve been lacking in that department.

It’s just that you longed for some excitement.

Luckily you wouldn’t be spending Valentine’s completely alone; Isabeau, your best friend, was coming over due to as she put it, ‘no one cares about a day where all one gets is somewhat good sex’.

Fast Forward two hours and you’re getting your room ready for Galentine’s Day Movie Night. You had decked out your room with homemade baked goods, drinks, best friend movies, all the good shit.

“I have wonderful news!” Isabeau burst in with gusto yet again.

You shot her a bemused smile, “What is it this time?”

“I have a new crush! It’s Eric from IT!”

“Are you sure this won’t end up like last time?” you queried in reference to the time when Isabeau’s crush turned out to be a complete asshole.

“Oh hush! This won’t be like that at all,” Isabeau retorted, “Now how about you? Have you had any luck with a hot sorcerer?”

“If only I’d be so lucky,” you muttered as Isabeau started on the Toffee Crunch Cookies you made.

A few minutes later, Isabeau’s eyes narrowed and her full lips curved upward in a mischievous smirk.

She had one of her ideas again.

“Hey, why don’t you try an ambiance spell. They’re harmless and you always feel better afterward.”

You didn’t like casting them due to something always going awry, but you relented once Isabeau broke out her puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright, I give,” you submitted, “I’ll try a simple floating star spell. Let me find the book.”

Both of you went to the library for the book but it was nowhere to be found. All of the ambiance and illusion books were blank.

“Is this a sorcerer thing? I’m not seeing any words or illustrations,” puzzled Isabeau as you went through book after book in the library only to find them blank.

“No. Maybe we should just go back to my room,” you suggested as you made your way to the exit.

“Wait! There’s one book left. You could try that one.” Isabeau pointed to the last book on the shelf. It was a little worn like many of the books that resided in the library, but the inscriptions seemed odd; like it wasn’t supposed to be there.

Yet it was the only book that had anything in it.

“Fine,” you relented as you took the book back to your room.

The spells in the book weren’t anything out of the ordinary, but one spell seemed to stand out to both of you.

“Speculum Mundus?” Isabeau wondered.

“It means Mirror World in Latin.”

“Oh,” her eyes got a mischievous glint to them again, “I bet you can’t cast the spell.”

“Not this again.”

“Oh come on,” Isabeau goaded, “It’s a simple mirror world spell. You’ve done it before. What’s the worse that can happen?”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you gonna chicken out again?”

“No! Just give me a minute,” you mumbled as your hands got into the starting position and recited the incantation.

The room changed instantly.

It was filled with prism-like structures and kaleidoscope imagery giving the space a surreal ambiance.

It wasn’t unlike the last time you went into the Quantum Realm with Dr. Strange and Wong, and yet the hair on the back of your neck stood straight, and a chill shot through your spine.

You heard a gasp and turned around to see Isabeau with her protruding eyes opened wide and her mouth gaping. Following her line of sight, you saw four of the hottest men you’ve ever seen.

Though something was amiss.

For one thing, there were two Steve Rogers; one with a beard and one clean-shaven. Bucky Barnes’ arm was silver and not dark gray with gold highlights. All of them were in black uniforms with sections of vermillion and/or maroon. Clean-shaven Steve had a black tactical suit with a vermillion Kraken on his chest. Bearded Steve had a skull with tentacles on it. Sam had three vermillion stripes and one maroon stripe across his chest and shoulders with a falcon’s head in red surrounded by a black circle between his pecs.

But the thing that set off all your alarms was the fact that Bucky’s outfit was a dead ringer of his Winter Soldier days.

Instinctively, you grabbed Isabeau’s hand and made a mad dash for the hallway. You needed to get some distance so you could ground yourself.

You tried breaking the spell but to no avail. Not only did the spell not break, but your hands also burned at each attempt.

“We won’t lose you again!” one of the Steves yelled as you and Isabeau turned a corner.

“Come here, mici prințese!” another voice, probably Bucky’s shouted as the two of you made your way into a closet.

“I think we’re okay for now,” you breathed telepathically as the four Adonises crept past your hiding place.

“What’s the plan now?” Isabeau asked fearfully as her heartbeat started to rise in terror.

“I don’t know but-” you were cut off by a strike to the back of your head and your vision rapidly fading to black.

Muffled voices and the beeping of medical equipment brought you from the void.

“Nothing is wrong….they’re…good, sir.”

“Be sure that they are. We can’t leave anything up to chance.”

Groggily, you open your eyes to find yourself in a sleek hospital room lightly chained to a bed. Several other people were monitoring your vitals. One of them is Dr. Bruce Banner, or what seems to be Dr. Banner.

Bruce turned to see you looking around with a slightly confused expression, “Ah, you’re awake,” he turned to one of his aides, “Contact the Captain and Lieutenant. Tell them to come to get their bride.”

You blinked. Bride?

“Where is Isabeau, my friend?” you inquired as one of the aides brought you some water.

Bruce scowled, “Don’t think about her. You might be able to see her if the Captain and/or Lieutenant wills it.” he remarked while eyeing you up and down in a condescending almost lecherous manner, “Hmm, looks great for breeding,” Bruce noted as he fondled and prodded your curves.

You’ve always been proud of how you looked, but at that moment you wanted to shrink in the corner after giving this Bruce a roundhouse kick to the groin.

You were about to tell Dark!Bruce to fuck off when Tony Stark, fuck it, Dark!Tony entered the room. This Tony looked a lot more sinister with his silver, gray, light, and steel navy blue armor. His face and hair were mostly uncovered with his facial expression positively predatory.

“Cap’s one lucky bastard. He gets a sexy bunny along with Lieutenant Smart Ass.”

Recalling how some megalomaniacs liked shows of submissiveness, you lowered your head and asked where you were.

Whether it be out of pity, spite, or malice, Tony answered your question, “You’re in another earth, another universe.”

You nearly swiveled to look outside the window. NYC’s skyline was radically different. There were fewer buildings and HYDRA insignias everywhere.

“HYDRA took over this world.” You deadpanned. FUUUUCK!

“Sexy and smart.” Tony praised sardonically.

It didn’t take time for HYDRA to regroup after WWII. Zola and his associates were able to convince Howard Stark to give them the Tesseract with the promise of great renown, riches, and no longer being bound by the laws of weaker men. They were able to create a superweapon with the help of Dr. Whitney Frost and have been ruling the planet ever since.

It could be worse. HYDRA knew they had to offer the people comforts in exchange for their obedience. They eradicated all diseases, created a good standard of living, and ended all petty conflicts under the new world order.

Though Tony didn’t feel the need to tell you. You’ll figure it out on your own.

The doors opened to reveal Steve Rogers and his younger, clean-shaven counterpart in all their masculine glory.

“Good, you’re here.” Bruce welcomed smirking at your silent pleas.

Both soldiers walked over and inspected you.

“Hello, kitten. Name’s Ransom.” The clean-shaven soldier drawled as he moaned from your scent, “Nice set of lips you’ve got there.”

“We’ll definitely have some fun with her,” Steve noted as licked his lips ogling your curves.

You had to use all of your restraint not to spit in their faces.

“We’ll take her.” Ransom decided while Steve nodded.

Several of the aides breathed a sigh of relief as Steve broke the chains on your bed like they were nothing.

“Don’t have too much fun now!” Tony called as Steve picked you up bridal style.

“Who am I kidding? they’ll breed her like a Catholic rabbit!”

“Um, where are you taking me?” you queried, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You will address us as ‘Sir’ in public unless instructed otherwise. Is that understood?” It took all that Steve had not to push against the wall and pound your pussy with his cock he was so enraged.

No, he needed to wait. No one was to see what’s theirs.

Ransom, for his part, chuckled and shook his head, “Best not to anger this one, kitten. He hasn’t been in the best of moods.”

You gasped once the doors to their living quarters opened.

The place was huge!

It had a modern yet retro design; it should’ve been confusing, but it worked. Grand windows showcased the skyline with a balcony in the middle with a huge kitchen next to what looked to be a restaurant-style fridge and a huge living room with a TV and a fireplace.

Yet there seemed to be something missing.

“Place needs a woman’s touch,” Ransom commented sending a smirk your way.

“I’ll see you in the guest quarters Ransom” Steve deadpanned as he led you down a hall.

The bedroom was enormous yet sparse like they didn’t know what to do with it.

You were about to say something when Steve dropped you onto the incredibly soft mattress. His eyes darkened with lust and you knew what he wanted. You couldn’t think of a way out of this, not with the magic inhibitors Bruce placed on your wrists.

Maybe you could give escape one last try; you just had to wait for the right opening.

Steve smirked upon seeing you removing your clothes. He liked that you knew your place, his pretty little princess.

You could only gasp when Steve removed his uniform top. He had an incredibly defined musculature: broad shoulders, beefy biceps, chiseled pecs and abs, and a seriously drool-worthy Adonis Belt. The light shining behind him made his body appear even more glorious.

Steve looked like an ancient god brought to modern times.

With a predatory smirk, Steve slowly crawled to you loving the smell of your arousal. “Let me lay out a few rules, sweetheart. You will make our meals, clean our rooms, bear our children, and be our good little whore. You must earn the right to wear a bra; panties are out of the question.”

Each rule was emphasized by a kiss or a love bite to your jaw, neck, collarbone, and shoulders.

Finally, you are to address us as Sir in public and Daddy in private. Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you muttered with your eyes downcast.

Steve lifted your chin up with his forefinger, “That’s a good girl,” and brought you in for a kiss on the lips.

The kiss was demanding yet soft. You were surprised he was capable of such gentleness.

Steve was about to push his tongue into his mouth when Ransom strolled into the room.

“Does she know the drill?”

Steve broke the kiss with a smirk,” Just finished explaining it.”

Ransom shot you a sardonic smirk, “You got the rules, kitten? Good. Now if you misbehave, I’m gonna send you to the dungeons for a few days.”

Steve started up again, “But...if you’re good-”

“A good little wifey,” Ransom interjected caressing your right cheek and leaning in for a kiss.

This kiss started off soft then intensified (really know how to lure a girl) into one filled with passion and dominance. Ransom forced his tongue into and moaned at your taste. A few seconds later he was pushing what felt like a small tablet past your tongue forcing you to swallow.

“Did you do it yet?”

“Cool it, grandpa! I did, don’t you worry. She’s gonna feel it. Aren’t ya, kitten.”

You started to feel strange. Your body temperature skyrocketed, your mind was in a deep haze, your thighs were clenching on overtime you were so turned on. You needed relief and fast.

“Please Daddies!” you begged as you tried your best not to touch yourself.

“See grandpa? She’s ready.” Ransom purred as he grabbed your thighs and placed them over his shoulders. He planted a few kisses near your entrance and groaned at the smell of your arousal.

It only took one long, slow lick to your slit to turn you into a moaning mess. You couldn’t believe the pleasure you were feeling. It was like a bolt of lightning shot through you.

Ransom groaned at the taste of your juices. Not even Stark’s overpriced chefs could compare. “Fuck, she tastes divine,” he groaned and dove in for more. Ransom attacked your folds and swollen clit with insane intensity and precision alternating between his tongue and fingers.

You were on cloud nine. Each motion took you further to the precipice of an orgasm. Ransom kept bringing you back from the edge only thrust you back into his level of tumultuous.

Steve got in on the action by covering your moans with a kiss of all-consuming passion and started playing with your breasts.

“Fuck, these tits are amazing! Can’t wait until these are filled with milk” Steve purred as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and the other between his big and forefingers.

After twenty minutes of teasing, Ransom finally let you come. A volcanic eruption of ecstasy erupted from your core and Ransom lapped up all of your juices.

“Rogers, you’re in for a treat!” Ransom exclaimed as he hopped off the edge of the mattress.

“I get her pussy first since you got to eat her out,” Steve uttered as grinned at your blissed-out state.

With a tsk, both of them got you into position with Steve’s thick, muscular thighs on either side of your hips and Ransom standing in front of you taking off his pants.

He was huge! His cock was long, thick, and veiny. It wobbled against his masterfully sculpted abs with each step he took. You wondered how that was going to fit in your mouth. Turns out Steve’s was no smaller if his tip being coated with your slick is any indication.

“This won’t hurt, kitten. You were made for us.” Ransom cooed.

You didn’t know how right he was.

Steve made his move by pushing into you inch by delicious inch and moaned at the sensation. “Fuck, she fits like a dream.”

“Don’t take forever, grandpa.” Ransom chided.

“Shut up, ya punk!” Steve retorted as he began thrusting into you loving the way your pussy clenched around him like a vice’s grip.

“Open wide, kitten,” Ransom started to push his throbbing cock into your mouth.

It took a bit of time and effort to loosen your jaw enough for him to fully enter you. He started fucking your mouth before you were ready. You tried not to gag he was so rough.

What happened to the man from earlier?

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Ransom breathed as he was approaching his climax.

Steve came with a primal roar that reverberated throughout the room after making you come two more times.

“Swallow it, kitten” Ransom ordered.

Funny thing is, you didn’t need the order. You delighted in the salty, tangy, and slightly sweet flavor.

Two minutes after you swallowed all of Ransom’s spent, both men decided it was time to move. Ransom got onto the mattress and pulled you on top of him with his tip nudging your entrance. Steve got behind you and placed kisses along the juncture between your neck and shoulders while positioning himself at your ass.

“Please...please don’t do this!” you pleaded, the pill’s effect slipping for the tiniest of moments.

Steve grabbed your neck with just enough force to pause, not hurt.” Best be a good girl now, sweetheart,” he warned.

Ransom slid in first, “Holy fucking shit!” he moaned, “Sam owes me $40.

“That depends on how well their bride is taking to them,” Steve pointed out.

“Eh, we’ll say ours is better.”

Ransom moaned again once he bottomed out and grabbed the globes of your blessed backside. He couldn’t wait to grab and smack it around in their quarters.

Steve moved slowly causing both of your breathing to hitch, his from pleasure and yours from slight pain.

With a grin and smirk, they started moving in tandem. Your body almost couldn’t take the immense pleasure you were feeling.

“I could get used to this,” Ransom remarked.

“Well, we have the week,” Steve breathed past your ear.

Both kept at it until they came in you twice. You nearly passed out after your twelfth orgasm.

“Rest kitten,” Ransom purred as you finally gave in to your exhaustion.

“The bride took to our seed,” Steve reported to Director Pierce.

“Good. We found their parents along with the rest of the resistance.” Pierce imparted.

Steve scowled at the information.

You and your friend, Isabeau, were the only ones to survive the Eve Project. HYDRA wanted to genetically groom compatible brides for their top soldiers. You were promised to Steve and Ransom and your friend to Bucky and Sam. Both of you were whisked away to another Earth by the resistance and your treacherous parents.

Now you were back where you belong.

“When do we leave?” Ransom growled.

“Once Strange and Wanda crack the protection spell. In the meantime, enjoy your bride.” Pierce turned to leave, but stopped before turning off the screen,” I want to see some little ones soon.”

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samwrights · 4 years

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Clueless

Raise your hand if you’re personally victimized by this ask 🙋🏻‍♀️ ngl this prompt gave me trouble probably because its my life story?? I have no idea when people are flirting with me?! Like my (now) husband just went up and kissed me and I was like wait you like me? 💀 also, kiss your friends. Just now rn. Cause ya know. COVID.

Iwaizumi;

To me, Iwaizumi doesn’t flirt like a normal person.

He strikes me as the person that “flirts” with blunt statements and very obvious, possessive touching and then wonders why you don’t recognize that he’s flirting.

So of course, it doesn’t make sense to you that he’s flirting.

But for you, it was a total norm to give him and the other third years good luck kisses before a game.

Apparently, the way his hands grip your waist when you do it isn’t obvious enough.

You may or may not have yelled “that’s my baby” once or twice when one of them goes up to serve. On the regular.

Outside of volleyball, Iwa totally let’s you sit in his lap during free period and lunch because he wants that contact

And yet, you’re too busy complimenting the other third years to even notice Iwa is getting pissed.

“Oiks, my beautiful sunshine” was his least favorite.

“Makki, are you gonna challenge Iwa to another arm wrestling match? You know I love seeing you flex” was another one he really hated.

It’s actually the reason Makki’s never won. Iwa goes extra hard to make sure you notice his arms which honestly how tf can you not.

“Dude, next time we’re doing this when [name]’s not here.” Hanamaki groans as he’s awarded with his 167th loss.

“Hey, why’s it matter if I’m here? I wanna watch!”

“Cause he wants to impress you, [name]~ Iwa’s so in love with you—“ that earned Oikawa a head butt to the face 💀

But wait what? Since when?

“Y’know, I’m not even sure why I like you at this point.” The now embarrassed Iwaizumi points out, covering the flush of his cheeks in his hands as he buries his face.

Akaashi;

Oh this poor, sweet boy.

He thought he was so obvious with the way he’d walk you to and from classes

Akaashi always gave you a tight hug that he felt lingered just a tad too long when the two of you parted ways.

Not that you ever minded—dude is a great hugger.

But so are you, and everyone loves your hugs.

Especially Bokuto.

Mostly because your “hugs” are actually you jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

Bokuto calls you his little koala, and it pisses Akaashi off.

So the setter tries to become a little more bold—longer hugs, hand holding, walking you home.

He’ll throw in a decent number of compliments, like how pretty you look today because he notices when you’ve done your hair differently or if you decided to part it to the other side.

Akaashi gets bold bold, cause he’s real fckn tired of Bokuto snagging all your attention bc you’re his goddamn koala.

He’s currently walking you home, hand in hand while you talk about your school day, and before parting, Akaashi gives you brief little peck on the cheek.

But when he doesn’t get a reaction out of you, he’s starts panicking.

“Uh, I’m sorry, did I overstep my boundaries?”

“No, no! I just didn’t think you liked me like that!”

Please say sike rn

Kuroo;

Oh boy.

Literally everyone already thought you were dating with how blunt Kuroo was.

He’s not one to shy away from PDA in the slightest, so you can imagine him going for all the kisses and tickles.

And, you being you, never stop to think that he’s being serious. You platonically kiss him and Kenma all the time!

Though Kenma isn’t a big fan of it.

Ya know who is? Yaku, Yamamoto, and Lev.

So fuck it, platonic, playful kisses for everyone.

And while we’re at it, sit in their laps too cause that’s just how you roll.

Oddly enough, Kuroo doesn’t get jealous because they all know that you are his.

That and this was so typically you that if you stopped doing any of the acts above, something was wrong and the world was ending.

Though, none of them would ever attempt to flirt back because Kuroo would probably kill him.

He may not be jealous, but he is very territorial.

So you come to watch them at nationals because ofc, you love these boys with your whole ass heart.

Before you head off to the spectators section with Lev’s sister and the cheer team, Kuroo stops you and pulls you in for a quick kiss before shrugging off his warmup jacket.

“Here baby, it’s cold in here. You can wear my jacket.”

“Kuroo, it’s not even chilly, why—“

“Maybe I just want my girlfriend to wear my jacket, duh. “

“Wait what”

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bubbled-clouds · 3 years

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hi!!! currently at someones house with a six and four year old so time is very Not available for the asks for all my peeps who live far away and are asleep rn :)) todays themee iss what i like about you all or something that interests me or smthg nice you did for me or whatever just nice feelings :) (to my local frends youll get yours tomorrow morning as usual dw i haven’t forgotten you lovelies!!)

nia!! @herebutnotpresent

hihi!!! do i even need to say it?? YOUR ART!!!! so beautiful! i love it *sosososososo* much!!! annnd i love how you always just have a gif theyre 10/01(especially the emergency gifs i loved them💛💛) ily nia and take care!!!!

bam!!! @lion-hearts136 (ik your user!!)

HELLO bam reminds me of ka-bam but your vibes are Quite the opposite of an explosion! your vibes are like a big pink teddy bear 10/10 !! i Love how much time you put into the discord even tho we’re All just dumbasses(affectionate except for me we hate that bitch skdbd) but yeah!!! ily and take care <3

madam!!! @madam-fuck-yeah

HELLO!!! i love how easygoing you are!!! and communicating with me??? woah. thats so cool!!! i and right now thinking ‘i will text madam after i finish all of these’ so if i end up Not doing that i promise its not bc i hate you its bc i Got Distracted sdbdk apologies! ily and take care 💛💛💛

lyosha!! @lyoshaland

my favorite orange eyed yoshi 🥰🥰🥰 i Love literally everything??? about you??? youre sucha. nice person to talk with your brain’s so wack and that mixed with my brain is just a Lot of fun mwah ilysm lyosha im giving you internet hugs!! i love howw kind you are and just !!!! talking to you (also you add the best things in my pinterest board tysm 💛💛💛💛)

nana! @nanaccused

hi nanaaa!!!! my waif 🥰🥰 my tiny tol waif!!!!!! ilysm youre so amazing i love how easy you are to vibe with (does this basically mean i just love who you are as a person?? maybe??? idk how this works man) but yeah!!!! keep being you and keep texting me dkdbsj hahaha i love you???? so much???? just!!!!! ahhh youre so nice to me!!!! like you say the sweetest things and im left shellshocked just like- you said that to me?? i hope you slept well and!! i hope today is better for you and that school goes well 💛💛💛

ei!!! @the-what

(i just realized how all of these are paragraphs skdhdk i didnt even Realize hahaha) EI!!!!! *smooch* youre too kind to me!! i think i currently have six? songs (only three more >:)) anyways!!! Obviously i love your art so i think i shall Focus on smthg else! i Love how kind you are you rlly be like ‘fuck you dumb bitch’ but actually just be like ‘skdhdj im so sorry for making you feel guilty,,,’ dvsks i just get a Whiplash (soeaking of that your music taste?? amazes me??? i love it sm just how diverse you are for a pasty white bitch!!!) (strike through is really fun skdbdk) anyways i think even thought that was like (1) thing i said its enough cuz this is getting Long skbdjs apologies! i love you ei and take careee 💚💚💚💚💚💚 (yikes this was Long tm anyways-)

hella!!!! @hella1975 (you get the whole rainbow!)

ugh this bitch 🙄 jkjk ily dont worry 💛💛 what do i cherish most about you? so many things!!! your writing, how involved you are with the fandom!!! and just how?? easy you are to talk to????? please the first time when i got in the discord and saw people texting you i was like ‘theyre??? casually texting The author of taob???? w h a t ????’ (little did ik youre just a lil shit skdbjs that i love ofc youre so beautiful mwah) hahaha i was So intimidated by you (am i still intimidated? i honestly have no idea thats some deep thinking shit) but!!! now ik youre literally just vibing *insert froge emote here* thats literally you just add a british accent and there you have it anyways!!! (have i been too mean? i hope not ily hella please dont think i actually hate you bc i promise i dont 💛) MWAH ily hella and take care!! (maybe the last few are longer bc my brain works more since im home now idk apologies for all the reading im putting you through 💔💔)

EDITING BC TUMBLR NEVER CARRIED THROUGH MY STRIKETHROUGHS THE ADUACITY

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gayathreya · 3 years

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leftist suriya characters appreciation post

since soorarai pottru, been thinking more about all the explicit leftist characters suriya has played in his career. and i actually mean explicit - characters that are supported by the narrative framing and structure and not just my own headcanons and stuff or a throwaway generic goody-shoe typical hero line. i have been itching to talk about this cos it’s obviously in my field of interests

suriya has played 4 openly various brands of leftist now, and that’s pretty cool! i love that none of them are cookie cutter personalities of each other, they all have their own select trait. this post is a toast to them;

michael vasanth (ayutha ezhuthu, 2004)

vimalan (maattraan, 2012)

iniyan (thaanaa serndha koottam, 2018)

maara (soorarai pottru, 2020)

[small write up on each character with pics behind the cut]

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1. michael vasanth (ayutha ezhuthu, 2004)

so michael was his first, said to be inspired by an actual university popular marxist student leader, george reddy. michael is very obviously somewhere along these lines - he himself is within the film known as the leftist student leader on campus with a huge following, much to the chagrin of his professors who want to stamp that out of him. he’s openly engaged in campus politics as well as politics outside, and he’s most definitely no weak willed liberal because he has no problems with violence or direct action, which he organises. he organises villagers to stand against others on their own feet, never once preaches about lying down and taking it easy or playing polite. which was nice to see lol i hate liberals who have morals about property damage but in ayutha ezhuthu, michael clearly doesn’t give a fuck. he and his group break things and smash cars and lorries on their way and threaten physical violence on their opponents too which is the way it should be because to him human lives are worth more than any property or vehicular damage. he never shies away from that. hell yes to violence and structural damage!

probably the most definite trait of michael compared to other suriya leftist characters is that michael still believes in the establishment and electoral politics, which u don’t particularly see his other leftist ones talk about. but here, michael works within the system, and trusts it to bring change if u put in the effort into that. though, it’s not as frustrating as it sounds cos michael’s work is not geared towards other liberals, but in villages and rural districts where he goes to spread word, and makes them choose their own leadership to represent. it’s way more marxist aligned and ~rise of the proletariat~ here instead cos he bypasses liberal bougie nonsense and never once is his voice used for that, but used towards and for the working class directly to both take up arms and resist violently themselves + hold ranks for themselves and choose their own leaders to influence their local politics/protect their environment.

michael is fundamentally very marxist, with a dose of direct action plus violent resistance if need be, and supports organised proletariat uprising within an established political system playing towards electoral politics

(of course, a point to note in why this isn’t as frustrating as it sounds as mentioned above is cos this film was released in 2004. would michael still believe in the establishment and electoral politics now? things in 2020 are very different with all of us more aware of things around us and globally, it’s definitely a debate to be held. i doubt he will, since he’s not a pacifist or liberal. he’d say fuck electoral politics, all my homies hate electoral politics)

2. vimalan (maattraan, 2012)

second very openly communist character he played. prob gone a bit forgotten for others since he does die halfway through the film (which itself isn’t a favourite of anyone either, fans or neutrals) rip but can’t go by without mentioning cos i remember liking this character a lot and i teared up in the cinema first watch when he died. i was mad they killed the suriya i loved instead of the other one whom i found annoying lmao

vimal supports workers’ strikes and unions against bosses, even when that boss is their own shitty father. this automatically makes him stand out instantly considering he is sympathetic to the working class despite at the cost of his father’s annoyance with him. he’s also the first character suriya plays who’s explicitly anti-capitalist with line(s) about it, since michael had no canon lines regarding capitalism from what i recall. vimal outright does.

the leftist imagery tied to vimal the most is che, which is a nice touch. his room has at least one poster of him, and his phone’s wallpaper is also him. u can also see bhagat singh and ho chi minh books on his shelf. so.. safe to claim where vimal’s political ideologies are. it’s both tied in pictures and him siding with workers for their rights against corporations, since he obviously likes revolutionaries. vimalan was a class traitor and a supporter of the working class poor bb tragically gone too soon. ilu u didn’t deserve your terrible fate, sweet commie good boi :(

3. iniyan (thaanaa serndha koottam, 2018)

iniyannnnnn i love him and i think it’s a suriya char with one of the best character arcs in his whole career. mostly cos he had a very distinct ‘’yes i want to work for the government and change things from within’’ phase which gets squashed over the course of the film. we see him start off obviously in a very blatantly communist neighbourhood in a song that is also very specifically anti-establishment/politicians with a lot of hard resistance vibes. the entirety of sodakku is a very good introduction to him and what he stands for - in general the film promises upon wealth disparity, useless bougie politicians, and the rest of us being crushed under them.

what happens to him at the end of the movie is FANTASTIC because he no longer gels with what he wanted at the start of the movie. iniyan’s key leftist trait to me is that he’s the most anarchist of suriya characters, varying from other leftist suriya characters. he refuses to work with government powers and authorities, he looks down on their entire establishment and institutions (he does not at the start of the film, which is vital cos again, he wanted to work alongside them at first), and depends more on the good will of individual people over job titles, while clearly engaging in mutual aid and distributing wealth. these are very distinct anarchist ideals. i’d still peg him as anarcho-communist but would say he leans more towards anarchy and progressing on mutual aid over official state resources or state people for any kind of positive change since his faith in them has pretty much diminished by the climax. he does not give a shit about politicians, cops, or any kind of authorities at all, leaving them in the dust to raise his black flag and do his own anarchist hot shit.

iniyan is a good example of an anarchist arc for me in tamil cinema in simple commercial terms without heading too deep into actual words and phrases in a big hero movie, cos it’s also very easy to explain to anyone the shift in his ideas and his eroding faith in institutions with power. good for him!

4. maara (soorarai pottru, 2020)

this should be fresh in everyone’s memory, but yes, a character who is obviously in your face about it since he has an actual line - ‘’you’re a socialite, i’m a socialist’’ which caused all of us with good taste to whoop and cheer. plus he was very sexy in this whole scene, so what a bonus. it’s the most explicit thing said by him in the film, but there are also other little things peppered into his speech and background imagery showing u the kind of person maara is.

he gets married to bommi in a self-respect wedding ceremony. no priests or any kind of traditional hindu iyers/chants involved. u see it clearly with a periyar pic hanging behind him explaining who he is. he wears black a lot in the film, which fits him being a periyarist so i’d label him as such and consider it his standout trait from other leftist characters suriya has played previously because this is the only character with explicit periyar symbolism (i kid u not i saw multiple sanghis being very angry suriya dressed in black in this movie and were harassing him on twitter constantly since sp released. die mad, uglies). obviously, this also fuses well with the little things we see of him implying he’s ~lower caste~ like his in-laws being embarrassed about him on behalf of their own caste, and paresh sanitising his hands after shaking hands with maara on the plane, which is not subtle at all and trademark casteist behaviour about touching someone ‘’lesser’’ than you and u view them as ‘’dirty’’ or beneath you. as well as maara’s remark about breaking the class and caste barrier during his radio interview. being a periyarist fits seamlessly.

there’s also a bts vid of suriya on his bike where you can see an ambedkar pic pasted onto the side. i can’t remember any scene in the film where u can see his bike from this angle but it doesn’t matter, cos u can definitely tell the kind of person maara is and how he was envisioned as a character - an explicit socialist and periyarist, with a natural fondness for ambedkar too since ofc they overlap as many do irl as well. it is very in tune with his background in the film and i liked seeing the tiny aspects of these things seeded within the movie throughout from beginning to end. it’s explicit in a way that isn’t jarring or artificial, and a nice layer to him and feel endeared to since maara is a great character. u support him all the way with him being unquestionable in his stance and ideology. the sexiest leftist suriya character, if i say so myself, ahem.

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5. ngk (ngk, 2019)

bonus: THIS IS IT. THE BIGGEST SIKE. THE BIGGEST WHIPLASH. THE BIGGEST BASTARD.

it’s here cos damn, when they released that first look, i completely lost my shit cos that poster was sooo heavily che inspired and very, very obviously marxist. cue me thinking that holy shit suriya is openly playing some kind of marxist guerilla revolutionary in ngk and he’s gonna be some brand of violent radical leftist i’m gonna fall in love with. the beret, the raised fists, the red.. i was ready to be head over heels for this guy.

except of course, none of this was true, cos once the film released, u know that poster was only meant to signify how his village looked up to him before he sold them all out. it’s literally just a mural on the wall where a kid stares up at him in a larger extended poster. he COULD have been that character, but ngk’s character arc was a negative character arc and his moral downfall from the start to the end of the film, sacrificing all he stood for to arrive at his end point which was just dragging his village and all the youngsters who believed in him to the pits before jumping party to the winning group and abandoning all of them after manipulating them to act in his favour to gain sympathy. not to mention, also selling out to corporate tools to harness their power and influence in order to rise to the top himself, something he very openly states at the beginning of the film to his mum and wife that working like that is no way to live. he has a full reverse by this point, compared to how ngk was introduced to us as an audience with that first look of him.

the marxist poster was a complete 180 to how ngk falls on the spectrum at the end, but it was a great ride nevertheless and at least one thing was still true - i still fell in love with him cos he was such an asshole bastard but still so hot i had to give in. biiiicchh. i love u, non-leftist regressive jerk. u may have pulled the biggest sike on me, but.. my heart is yours, slut <3

*****

ok that’s really it and all i wanted to say so hopefully at least a few people read this lmafooo. i do think these characters and time have sort of seeped into suriya over the years as evident by his shifting left in the last couple of years, and openly also saying he has had a lot of perspective changes on things around him. he has been noted in recent interviews saying stuff like how he’s in favour of a cashless society, talking about a whole new level of poverty class being created during this pandemic. his written articles/statements/agaram related speeches takes jibes at india’s education system being brahministic/casteist in nature and how it creates barriers for the lowest strata of society while also being very sensitive about student suicides, showing understanding of it as a systematic failure and not an individual one, courts not functioning for justice, not demonising protests as it’s the only act left for the voiceless, etc. it’s nice. i wouldn’t go as far as to call him a leftist until he proves that to me (suriya is still very much in that liberal zone of appreciating the police and military institutions so i will never consider him one of us until he sheds these allegiances and rethinks his stance on them in society), but i’d say he’s definitely the furthest left of all prominent actors in tamil cinema as no one else really has said or written the things that he has, for which i’m very proud of him.

so keep up the good work and hot shit comments and ballsy articles, suriya, i look forward to u shifting further left and pissing off everyone from right wing patriotic assholes, to centrist bootlickers, and even cowardly liberal pacifists. i believe in u and i hope he crosses that steep liberal curve soon since we were all there at some point as well.

that’s all goodbye i love suriya thanks for reading

#hooo lads finally wrote this like i wanted to! target audience? spare target audience??#suriya #tamil cinema #kollywood #mix #mine*#commentary #politics

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1derspark · 3 years

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Tagged by: many thanks to the wondrous @heisallandheismore for tagging me 💕💕

Name(s): My name is Diana or D feel free to call me either :) On tumblr and ao3 my username is 1derspark, I technically have a fandom twitter too but twitter is a hellhole alkfdjalkfdj

Fandom(s): welllll shit I won’t list everything I like cause that’s just crazy but right now my biggest fandom is The Old Guard which I’ve actually written fic for. Other big ones i love are Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Witcher, Marvel, Star Wars and Trek, and Black Sails some of which i hope to write for soon. Recently I’ve been dragged in Hannibal (which I do not regret my god) and Spartacus (sadly this fandom seems long dormant though 😞 )

Where you post: everything I post is on ao3 in its entirety! I’ve posted some prompts on here before and some snippets but you can catch all my stuff on the good ol’ archive.

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): The Language of Love (2234 kudos) by FARRR is my most popular and it baffles me to this day. It’s a 5 +1 fic with some JoeNicky language cuteness over the centuries. I posted it very early on in the TOG fandom days maybe a day or two after the movie dropped on Netflix? I think that’s why it might be so popular because it’s a decently long one-shot and I posted it when everyone was feral for JoeNicky content. It’s not my favorite thing I’ve written but it does hold a special place in my heart for getting me back into fic writing :)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos): the twilight of your eyes (476 kudos) this one wins by default as my ONLY multi-chapter fic I’ve posted 😂 My dear Pacific Rim AU that just POUREDDD out of my brain, honestly writing it was a blur but I had such a great time with it. Pacific Rim AU’s are the best, and every fandom needs one especially TOG and Joenicky.

Favorite story you’ve written so far: okay so I’m very partial to this one because I am a classical music whore and I just want Nicky to be a music person so bad but...

violin concerto for two (417 kudos) I LOVE THIS ONE. Basically Joe and Nicky get up to some musical shenanigans in 1700s era Cremona which involves Vivaldi and stealing Stradivari violins adkfjlakjflj it sounds better than I’m describing but I just loved writing this.

Fic you were nervous to post: hmmm this is a good question, the one I was most nervous about was probably “The Language of Love” because it had been literal YEARS since I’d written fanfic and posted it. But also the “twilight of your eyes” maybe? Cause it was a WIP and I wanted people to like where I was going with it.

How do you choose your titles?: lololol I make them. Usually derived from some poetic thematic bullshit from the fic in question, or its from a line that I wrote. Honestly, picking titles are the worst part I should just start stealing lines from poems or something😂

Do you outline?: I didn’t used to at ALL. But as I’ve written more and gotten into longer things I kind of have to? At least for big multichapter things or works over 7k I’d guess. (Ofc this doesn’t mean I stick to them, cause I don’t. Most of the time.)

Complete: I have 12 completely finished fics up on ao3! 11 of which are for The Old Guard and one little Zukka dibble for ATLA. Everything else in my google drive is nottttt finished.

In-Progress: Jesus christ, at least six or seven things that I’m actively working on. One of which is my big bang that’s taking up most of my time, but I have some other things on the backburner too ;)

Coming soon/not yet started: pftttt if ya’ll saw my ideas folder in my drive you would scream at how much shit is there. ofc not all of them will come to fruition but there’s stuff in there for me to work with when the need strikes me!

Prompts?: Ah! So I have done a total of three prompts so far, and they’re posted up on ao3 as well on here under #d’s fics (i think). I like doing them! It’s interesting to hear what people want to see, and how I can manifest them. Sadly I’m not taking prompts right now cause I’m SWAMPED with other fandom stuff but when they’re back open I will let everyone know :)

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: oh god if my big bang fic ends up the way I have it envisioned in my head I will CRY. I’m like 3/4 of the way through and it’s still in its rough draft stage but @heroicheartbeat is helping me out when I want to scream about it cause she is a god amongst men. Alsoooo I have a Book of Nile fic in the works that I’m LOVING and a Stony one that I hope goes well but I’m nervous about. I’ve never posted a fic for the Marvel fandom adlfjalkfjdafd

well thank you to all who read this lololol, much love to you💕

Tagging: @silvermadi @eufry @liliaeth and anyone else who wants to take this up :)

#about d #d's fics #about me

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h1kari · 4 years

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May I have a haikyuu!! personal ship thing please if they’re still open?

I'm 5'4, she/her w long cherry hair & copper roots, blue-green eyes like algae in a bay + snow skin!

My aesthetic is:

overflowing emotions, appreciated nostalgia, star-gazing, late-night conversations, messy hair, slightly smudged make-up, a fast beating heart, secret confessions, too-loud music, rainy days, getting lost in thought, absentminded singing, smiling at a stranger, total honesty, pinkie promises, holding hands, reminiscent stories, conversations about the future, uncertain smiles, inside jokes, caffeine addiction, books filled with small doodles, unfinished writing, accidental flirting, smirks from across the room, sarcastic, needs a lot of naps, apologises for everything!

If it helps you decide, my personality according to science and the stars is:

MBTI: INFP

Enneagram: 4w5

Enneagram Tri-type: 946

Temperament: Melancholic

Enneagram Subtype: SO/SX

Sun Sign: Leo

Moon Sign: Taurus

Ascending Sign: Scorpio

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Dark Triad: Machiavellianism

DISC: DSIC

Life Path: 6

(Sorry this is so much! Thank you for your time lovely!! ❤️)

Alright this one took me a while (was between this one, kuroo and suga) but i’ve made up my mind after some visualizing and i ship you withh 🥁🥁🥁 yamaguchi! Let’s get to it, shall we?

Okay, first of all, i feel like yams would be into you the moment he sees you, and i mean- who wouldn’t? You’re just so beautiful and badass looking! It’s like you’re out of a fantasy book! But you know yamaguchi, he’s shy around pretty girls, at least at first. He, of course, does his best in approaching you, but it usually ends up with him looking down at his feet, stuttering a bit, cheeks flushed and holding a volleyball just so he can have something to do with his hands. You’re amused, you’re pretty friendly and appreciate the fact that he approached you, so you strike up a conversation, smiling and encouraging him to talk. As time goes on, you guys have developed a habit of chatting whenever you’re on your breaks or when you see each other in the hallway. There’s something different tho, now the conversations are longer and longer, more energetic and comfortable, now tadashi seems more loosen up and confident (thanks to his team’s encouraging pep talks) and now, you wait for each other to walk home together, it’s mostly you waiting for him outside the gym. The first time you randomly decided to do that (cuz why not?) he was suprised but touched, tsukishima saw what was going on a mile away and told yams to go on, that he wanted to stay with the shrimp and king to practice (it pained him to, why the hell did those two have to stay out of everyone else???). And so you walked home together, more and more, developing into a new habit, though sometimes tsuki walked with you cuz he couldn’t take being w the freak duo any longer

One day during spring break, you guys decide to hang out (this was pretty normal to you two by now), however it was 2am and you decided to call him to hang at a playground nearby, he instantly accepted. You guys sat under the shitty street-light, gazing up at the stars, lightly swinging on swingsets. You both were bursting with happiness. It was a simple activity but the fact that you were there, together, made everything feel just right, yknow? It felt like time stopped. You feel something warm on your hand, look to your side, and see yamaguchi still staring up, but with a nervous, flushed look on his face. As he confesses to you, an innocent, sweet and simple explanation of his feelings, you forward yourself on your swingset and give him a peck on the cheek, “Me too”

Alright! Couple shenanigans!! You’d thing yams would be an all uwu innocent cutie right? You’d be slightly correct, he is adorable (i mean look at him!!) but this dude’s also a little shit, he’s sarcastic and he loves teasing the shit out of you. I mean- he is tsukishima kei’s best friend, his saltiness and sharp tongue is bound to stick to yams. So, this leads to some pretty amusing bickering and teasing. He’s way more confident around you now, and it shows (we love growth). Although all this is true, he is pretty unexperienced when it comes to relationships, he’s always looking at you a bit unsurely when he’s about to kiss you or touch you in any way, as if asking for permission with his eyes, though he usually asks vocally, shyly. You both are always looking out for each other “hey remember to take a sweater with you, it’s cold out” “did you eat? Let’s go, i’ll take you somewhere” “here have mine” “pinky promise that you’ll be safe?” “you gotta be more careful!” You’re like an old married couple but with the excitement of a young one.

NOW onto DATE IDEAS!! So ofc you’re gonna have late night picnics, with neverending talks about anything and everything, cuddles, stargazing and laughter. ALSO KARAOKE DATES these always ends up with you both singing disney duets while laughing your asses off, slightly tipsy, your hearts beating in overwhelming emotion. You have some black mail videos of yams singing “make a man out of you” (what a bop btw) in a fake deep voice while acting out the scenes. Sometimes you also go to your local library to either read or write, he’s seen your writings and absolutely loves them, encouraging you to continue them or post them somewhere. Also, idk if it counts as a date but for me it does 😌 NAP DATES, he knows that you need your fair amount of naps, and because he lowkey missed but didn’t want to make a fuss and ruin your ✨beauty sleep✨he decided to join you. He was a bit hesitant at first, looking to the side and nervously asking “...could i-...join you? If you want?” “Get in here” you both cuddle and fall asleep in seconds. He swears you’re like his safe space. A home he never wants to leave :,)

Thank you so much for your submission! I hope you liked it ^^ have an awesome daynight, bye bye lovely☺️💞💘 (btw i loved how you wrote your aesthetic thingy)

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honeypiehotchner · 4 years

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Beautiful Stranger (Chris Evans x OFC) -- part four

It’s Panic Mode for our poor Eva. Chapters are longer from here on out! Apologies for the short beginning ones; I had to set everything up and trust me, writing it was killing me too.

Warnings: Lots of language and some panicked thoughts

“Fuck. FUCK. Fuck, okay, shit.”

My fingers fumble with my keycard for a second before I shove my door open, flying inside my apartment and slamming the door behind me. I immediately flick the lock and deadbolt, my chest heaving.

Fuck.

I can’t think of anything else and before I know it, I’m calling Camile.

When she picks up, she’s almost laughing, “I just saw you two seconds ago--”

“I met him.”

Camile goes dead silent. And then it hits. “What?”

“My soulmate, Camile, I just fucking met him. Fuck!”

“Hey, hey, slow down, where? And when?”

“Just now! And in the elevator. Fuck! All this time-- All this goddamn time I thought I was safe here in this building, and then he fucking is on the elevator with me? What’s going on?”

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to calm down--”

“That’s not exactly what I need to hear right now.”

“Well, tough. Breathe. Calm down,” she snaps. She never snaps at me. “Listen. I know it feels like the end of the world, but it isn’t But, you’re also tipsy. You could just be paranoid.”

“I don’t think so,” I tell her quietly, the emotion of it all slowly beginning to hit me. “I’d know his laugh anywhere.”

His. It’s a him. My soulmate is a him. All this time I’ve been using their because I had no idea who it could be. I’ve always thought guys and girls were equally gorgeous, so I really had no clue who it could be. Back when I really wanted to meet them, I knew I would’ve been happy if it was a girl. Or a guy.

But it’s a guy. He. Him. His.

I’ve got a bit of a goofy smile on my face as I sink down onto my couch.

“I know you would, that’s part of it, babe,” Camile says gently. “But you are tipsy. Wait until the morning to think about this.”

“Okay,” I breathe deeply. “Okay. That’s a good idea.”

“Okay. Now go lay down. Please.”

“I will. Sorry for freaking out on you.”

“It’s okay,” she chuckles. “It happens.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey Bluebird?”

I close my eyes. “Yeah?”

“You finally met him.”

I’m surprised at how little that sentence scares me. It’s probably the wine.

+++

I don’t make it to my bed. I wake up at around seven in the morning, still on the couch, so I decide to drag myself to my room.

I change into a big t-shirt and lazily take off my makeup before crawling into my bed. The sun begins to peek through the clouds when I close my eyes and drift off again.

+++

I wake a few hours later feeling much more refreshed, but also disoriented. Because someone is knocking a little too loudly on my door.

With a groan, I throw on some sweatpants and head to the door, looking through the peephole to see who it is. It’s a man...but that’s about all I’ve got.

I debate even opening the door, but I’m too tired to debate, so I solve the problem quickly by opening the door.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m so sorry...did I wake you up?”

I narrow my eyes. “Who are you?”

“Uh...okay,” he sighs. “Were you on the elevator last night?”

I’m a little more awake now. “Yeah…”

“And did you… I’m sorry, this is weird, I’m probably completely overstepping here, but you kind of looked in a hurry -- panicked, I guess, when you got off and this just...felt like the right door to come to.”

I raise an eyebrow. “It felt like the right door?”

“Yeah…anyway, never mind me. Uh, I’m Chris, by the way. I’m sorry, I should’ve led with that. I live two floors up. 603.”

Now I know where he lives. Cool?

“Sorry,” he chuckles a little, barely a breath of a laugh before he backs away, and that’s the moment it hits me.

My eyes widen again, but he’s already backing away, and waving, heading to the elevator. Fuck. Fucking fuck.

I close my door slowly, my eyes still wide.

It felt like the right door. Of course it did. It felt that way because he’s my soulmate. That’s him.

His appearance finally strikes me and I take a step back.

That’s him?

Damn, okay. Chris. Chris is hot. Chris is really hot.

My stomach drops again and I run to my phone, already tapping Camile’s number. It takes a few rings before she picks up.

“Hello?”

“Chris,” I blurt. “His name is Chris.”

I hear some rustling, which is probably her sitting up. “You met him?”

“He came to my door,” I blurt again, crawling back into my bed. “He just...said he remembered seeing me run off the elevator last night and wanted to ask if I was okay. And this door just felt right. It felt right.”

“Well,” she chuckles. “Soulmates do feel a weird pull toward each other like that.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“He’s so hot, Camile.”

She laughs loudly then, and it makes me wonder if Jack is startled by it, wondering what could be making Camile laugh this hard. Oh, Jack. If only he knew.

“I bet you’re regretting hiding yourself away now, huh?”

“Not really,” I reply truthfully. “But it’s a him. And he’s seemingly sweet, so far. And cute.”

“Of course he’s cute,” she says. “So, what happened? Where is he?”

“He said he lives in 603.”

“Ooh, two floors up.”

“Shut up.”

“Why isn’t he with you?”

“Well,” I chuckle, suddenly stopping myself because Chris probably heard that. I’m going to be so much more conscious of my laughter now. “He woke me up, so I was a little out of it and he kinda left before I could say anything.”

“Eva!” Camile yells. “Go to him!”

“I can’t!” I yell back. “What am I supposed to do? Knock on his door and say, ‘Oh, by the way, I’m your soulmate.’”

“That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do!”

“You’re crazy!” I fire back. “I can’t do that.”

“Well, you can’t avoid him anymore,” she says firmly. “I won’t let you. And I don’t know that he will either.”

“I don’t want to,” I admit, each word scaring me more and more. “What am I doing?”

“You’re finally meeting your soulmate after waiting far too long,” she replies. “It’s about damn time this happened for you. You deserve this.”

“What if he hates me?”

“He came to check on you all because he saw you run off the elevator. And he doesn’t even know that you’re his soulmate. You’re just some random girl to him right now, and yet he still wanted to check on you. Let that sink in.”

“It’s too early for this,” I groan. “I wasn’t expecting to deal with this today. Or any day.”

“Well, now you’ve got to. And I’m going to hang up, because you need to get dressed and go knock on -- what was it? Chris’s door. Okay?”

“Wait--”

“You need to do it and you know it. You’ve got this.”

“Do I?”

“Quit it,” she snaps again, but lighter this time. “You’ve got it, okay?”

“Fine, but if this goes south, you’re coming over today.”

“It won’t,” she tells me. “But deal.”

Okay. Time to essentially meet my demise.

+++

Bad move, man, Chris tells himself.

Dodger, Chris’s dog, greets him at the door when he returns to his apartment. The small puppy brings a smile to the man’s face despite feeling like a giant idiot at the current moment.

Seriously? Chris chastises himself. Checking on some random girl all because she ran off the elevator looking mildly panicked last night? She looked terrified, having some random ass dude knock on her door.

Chris cusses under his breath, venturing into the kitchen with Dodger following at his heels.

He can’t leave the building-- Well, he shouldn’t leave the building, not if he doesn’t want to be mobbed by cameras and have headlines written about him tomorrow speculating if he’s on his way to meet his soulmate when the reality is that he’s on his way to get dog food.

That’s happened.

Chris hates seeing those headlines. They had died down after he refused to talk about his soulmate in interviews anymore. He never did before anyway, but all it took was one small slip-up like the other night. One single utterance of the word “soulmate” with Chris Evans in the general vicinity and suddenly everyone is listening.

He scoffs to himself, pouring a glass of water. The least he can do is go work out. He is off for a few days, but wallowing around his apartment won’t do him any good.

Dodger stands up on Chris’s leg, wanting attention, so Chris kneels down, bringing the puppy into his chest. He’ll work out later -- after he wrestles with his best friend.

#Chris Evans #chris evans x original female character #chris evans x ofc #chris evans soulmate #soulmates #soulmate au #soulmate story #panic mode #panicked thoughts #lots of language #i promise these two will actually be together in the next part #I PROMISE #trust me it's killing me too

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sidehowriting · 5 years

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Hurting Hearts

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A/N: Special broadcast today! Back to back episodes of Shit-No-One-Asked-For and Me-Neglecting-Other-Things-I-Should-Be-Writing. What a treat!

I have no idea how to do a small, concise author’s note about how/why I wrote this so I’m just gonna leave it. I now have a Stranger Things fic. This is the world we live in. Takes place after graduation. Also @teddybeardoctorr said I should post it.

Also, I actually am working on the few requests that I have I am just slow with no self control.

Italics are inner thoughts

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x OFC Stacy (established relationship)

Summary: Billy has more in common with Stacy than he thought.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Swears, lil smut (fingering), angst, abuse, mentions of drugs and alcohol, fluff

Things were going on longer than he thought they would. But that was fine. He just wanted her to stop being so fucking uptight, get her head out of her goddamn ass, and just admit that she didn’t hate him. That maybe, she wanted him.

When things were going good, way better than he expected, he stuck around. Sure, she didn’t want to sex, shy little virgin, but she was open to other things. And when she was relaxed and not trying to impress anyone, she was actually fun to be around.

He never cared for dates. Never knew what to talk about for hours. But she was good at it. She was smart enough to keep the conversation going for longer than he ever thought he could stand. Taking her out stopped feeling like a chore, a means to an end, and something he looked forward to.

Of course, after the dates were just as fun as well.

She led him by the hand, her skin always so soft, through the mess of her house. He never judged her for it, though. It wasn’t her doing.

Once upstairs, she pushed open her bedroom door and flicked on the lights. The contrast to her room, her sanctuary, and the rest of the house never failed to shock him. Her room and her bathroom were always neat as a pin. Not one thing out of place.

Closing the door, she practically threw herself onto him. Lips locked, he held her close, keeping her steady. She seemed more eager tonight. Maybe she’d want to go all the way? If not, he still made plans to see Maria Hill afterwards. He didn’t feel the need to tell Stacy this, though. She knew they weren’t exclusive. He had every right to hook up with whoever he wanted to. But, still, he didn’t want to say anything.

He had her pinned on her bed minutes later. She moaned and arched and pleaded every time he touched her, and god did, he love hearing her.

She wiggled her hips when his fingers ran up her legs and under her skirt. Twisting his fingers around her panties he pulled them down and off, making a mental note to take them with him before he leaves.

All he had to do was tap her thighs and they fell open for him, making him smirk. He leaned over her, lips kissing the shell of her ear before he spoke. “You’re so eager today, princess. What gives?”

“I just…” She tried wiggling down closer to where his hand was placed on her thigh. “I want you.”

“To do what?”

“Right now? To touch me.”

“How can I say no to that?” He obliged, moving his hand up and easily finding her clit. Jesus, she was so wet his fingers easily slid around her little bud.

“Fuck! Billy!” She threw her head back against her pillows, fingers gripping her bed sheet.

He loved it when she yelled his name. Drove him wild. “Say my name again, sweetheart.”

As she opened her mouth to comply, he slipped a finger into her. Her back arched as he curled it, he knew how to work her over good now. His name barely recognizable as it tumbled from her lips as a gasp.

Sliding another finger in, he held her eyes as he thrusted them in and out. He liked watching her face. Dark eyes clouding over in pleasure, unable to focus. Pink flushing her skin, highlighting all her freckles. She had gotten better at keeping the eye contact too. He could get her to do anything with a few sweet words and praises.

She was trembling and biting her lip. He knew she was getting close. “You wanna cum on my fingers, princess?”

She nodded wordlessly, legs twitching.

He didn’t get to tell her what she had to do to cum. A loud, banging interrupted them and a scream. “STACY!”

She bolted up at hearing her name being called. “STACY!”

Pushing Billy off her, she scrambled to make herself more decent. “Shit! Fuck! Shit!”

“STACY!”

Opening the door, she called over to him. “Stay here, okay? I’ll only be gone a minute.” With a frazzled and apologetic smile, she left her room. Part of him thought he could just sneak out the window and leave before she came back. But he couldn’t do that to her. She was too special.

From her room he could hear muffled voices. Stacy’s was easy to make out. He assumed the other belonged to her mom. He had never met her but who else would show up banging? Stacy said her mom would lose her keys all the time. Maybe that was it.

The voices were getting louder and he could make out the intensity of them. Something he was very familiar with from his own home. He knew he should stay put like he was told, but the pull to find out what exactly was happening was too much. Quietly, he left Stacy’s room and crept down the small hallway.

He knew the third stair from the top creaked no matter how you stepped on it so he didn’t go down that far. Just far enough to see the rest of the living room and quickly dive away if need be.

Stacy’s mother’s voice rang clear as day from the kitchen, hidden from his view. Her words slurring together. “You’re so fucking useless!” Something shattered right after. A glass? A plate?

“I’m sorry.” That was Stacy’s plea. “I didn’t… I just thought you would like it.”

“You ruined what I had!” Another something fell to the floor.

“I just wanted to help!”

A glass was thrown from the kitchen, whizzing right past Billy’s line of sight before falling to the ground and smashing. “You haven’t done anything helpful since your birth!”

“What!?” The shrill in Stacy’s voice worried him. He knew what happened when he talked back to Neil. “I’m the only one working to keep a roof over our heads while you just get drunk and high all fucking day!”

There was a beat of silence before he heard the unmistakable sound of skin striking skin. “Fucking bitch,” her mom spat. “Useless fucking bitch.”

Moving footsteps had him darting back to Stacy’s room for cover. He wasn’t sure if he should pretend he hadn’t heard the altercation. He knew family fighting was intimate and not for others to see but hearing such harsh words thrown at Stacy… And getting hit… He didn’t know if he could keep quiet about that.

The creaking stair told him she'd be there in just a moment. He had to make his decision quickly. She kept her head low as she reentered the bedroom, and he settled on not saying anything. That is, until he got a glimpse of her face.

There was a cut under her eye. It wasn’t big but it was red and starting to bleed. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, moving to her side as quickly as he could. He tried to take her chin in his hands but she moved away.

“It’s okay.” He could barely hear her words. “I’ll be okay.”

“Baby, look at me.” His voice was gentle but commanding. She obeyed like usual, still putty in his hands. The drop of blood had swelled and was starting to fall down her poor cheek. “C’mon.” He stroked her uninjured one. “Let’s clean that.”

She nodded and let him lead her to her bathroom. She sat on the toilet, hands folded in her lap while he got a washcloth. Warm soap and water always did it. That’s how he’d clean his gashes from Neil.

Pressing the cloth to her face, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t look up at him either. She kept her gaze trained on her hands. “I didn’t want you to see this.”

“You don’t have to explain.”

“She’s not always like this, either. Usually.”

With the blood wiped away, her cheek just looked red and tender. Placing the cloth in the sink, he held out his hand to help her up. She accepted, placing her small hand in his larger one. “You don’t have to defend her. She’s a bitch.”

She went into her bedroom and sat on the bed. “She’s not! She’s not… she just… It’s not her.”

Billy knew her mom drank and did drugs. Stacy had mentioned it to him early on though he could have figured it out on his own. Everyone in Hawkins knows what goes on on her street. But seeing the ramifications of it was different than just hearing it in passing.

He sat down next to her on the bed. “What got her all upset tonight?”

“A couple days ago she was… I don’t even know what she was on. Meth? Cocaine? Whatever. She wanted to bake or something. She made this huge mess in the kitchen and she was all riled up and then just left the house. I didn’t touch it for awhile, thinking she’d come back soon and when she didn’t I cleaned it up. I guess I wasn’t supposed to do that.”

He felt sadness and rage and maybe empathy. Something as stupid as doing the dishes made her mom curse her out and hit her. Part of him wanted to go down and let her mother know what a fucking bitch she was, but that wasn’t his place.

Standing up, Billy pulled his tank top over his head. Stacy watched him curiously and unsure. “I was late picking Max up.” He turned around and from her gasp he knew she saw it. “Neil laid into me and I fell on some empty beer bottles. They broke.” It was hard for him to see the cut on his back, but he could still feel it when he bent or turned certain ways. He knew it was big and it was taking a long time to heal.

This isn’t the first time there’s been a physical mark on him from Neil that he had to explain away. I got into a fight or Max left her fucking skateboard laying around were his go to lies. Most of the girls he fooled around with didn’t question it. Stacy didn’t either, but she always had this look in her eyes like she didn’t quite believe him. Never once did she push him to talk about it, though. Now he knew why.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was so soft and delicate. He felt it in his core. “You don’t deserve it.”

“Neither do you,” he said, uncomfortable with her sympathy. “I can see why you’re putting in so many hours at the library.”

Twisting her fingers, she bit her lip before looking up at him. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.”

“All the college’s I got accepted to offered to give me money to pay for it. I’ve just been saying I can’t afford to go.” Her eyes started to tear up. He had seen girls cry before. Shit, he had made girls cry before, but this was different. Seeing Stacy cry made him want to move mountains for her. Made him want to destroy whatever it was that caused those tears. And he hated it.

Leaving his shirt off, he took his seat next to her again. Reaching out, he took her hand in his. “Why’s that?” He asked.

“I’m scared,” she croaked. “I’m scared I’ll leave and I’ll come back and everything will be gone. She already lost the car, I’m scared she’ll lose the house and we’ll have nothing. Or I’ll come home and I’ll find her…”

The moment she started to really cry, he pulled her to him. He didn’t even know he was doing it until she was on his lap, clinging to him. Her wet tears were pressed against his toned chest and he knew he should be annoyed but he wasn’t. Her sobs were too heartbreaking.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmured into her hair. Her body fit so well against him and she was always so warm. Comforting her just felt right.

“Do you ever wonder,” she said between her sniffles, “when they stopped loving you?”

“I’m not sure they ever did.” His throat was suddenly dry but fuck he was not going to cry. “I’m not sure I’m worth it.”

She perked her head up instantly, eyes still red and watery. “Don’t say that.” She reached up to touch his cheek and he didn’t want to lean into her touch but he did. Her skin was just so damn soft. “You are worth it.”

His laugh was forced and painful and she could tell. Her eyes were full of concern. “Thanks, sweetheart, but I promise you, I’m not.” I’m a worthless piece of shit he fought so hard not to add. Words he’d heard so many times from Neil he started to believe them.

Her face scrunched up as she shook her head wildly. “Billy,” she said once she had stopped. Her small hand still on his cheek, stroking. “I promise you are.” She bit her lip again and he started to panic. “I lo-” He cut her off with a kiss, not wanting to hear her words.

No, she couldn’t love him. He was violent and reckless and didn’t care about anyone but himself. She was everything he wasn’t. She was good and kind and maybe an uptight bitch sometimes but that’s what drew him in.

No, she couldn’t love him because if she did then he would have to confront the feelings, real feelings he had for her. He wasn’t ready to think about how much he loved her company. How much she made him laugh and smile and forget about the real world. How much he needed her.

Slowly he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. “Don’t say it.”

“Okay,” she said softly and kissed him again, long and slow and fuck her for just putting her feelings into the kiss. She didn’t need to say with words when she could translate through touch.

Billy hated how she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her chest against his. She was trembling in his embrace as she kissed him. He held her hips to keep her close.

The kiss lasted a while and when she finally pulled back, she was panting. Her lips were plump, and her eyes hooded as she gazed at him. God, he just wanted to kiss her again and again. Instead, he gently pushed her off and back onto her bed. “I should go.” He rose, having a hard time looking at her.

She nodded. “Okay,” she said meekly. Jesus, he hated that tone, knowing he caused it. But staying was now dangerous and he was already experiencing too many emotions he didn’t know how to handle. He wanted to punch something. Break it. But not around her. No, that was something she didn’t need to see.

He could let it out with Maria, though. She liked it rough. A couple hard smacks on her ass would be nice. Maybe she’d let him choke her a bit. And just thinking about slamming his cock into her over and over. Yanking her hair and saying filthy things. That would calm him down. Take the edge off.

Grabbing his shirt from the ground, he tossed it over his shoulder. No need to put it on now when it would just come off again soon.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go out the front door,” Stacy said, watching him. “The window would be better.”

“Right. Okay.” He couldn’t bear to look at her face as he strode over. They weren’t really dating. They weren’t exclusive. Yet, he felt this gnawing on the inside that what he was going to do was a terrible idea and would crush Stacy.

The window opened easily but he took his time throwing his leg over. Half way out she called back to him. “Billy! Wait!” Of course he stopped instantly and she rushed over. Her eyes were glossy again. “Could you stay the night? Please?”

“Yeah.” He came back into the room. “I can.”

The elated look on her face was worth it all. She threw her arms around him again, face squished against him. He couldn’t stop the euphoric feeling that flooded him. He made her happy.

It was late and therefore it was decided that going to bed would be best. She offered him her shower and he accepted. He didn’t have clean clothes but that was okay. He slept naked anyways. But, maybe, he’d at least wear his boxers tonight.

He was laying on her bed as she took her turn in the shower, ruffling through the magazines she had laying on her bedside table. A cigarette was hanging from his lips as he skimmed articles. Almost all of them were about sex. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying reading them. These girls were just as filthy as the boys.

His cigarette was out when she emerged from the adjoining bathroom. His face crinkled into a smile when he saw her. “Is that my shirt?”

Shyly she nodded, pulling at the hem of it. “Remember when you spilled your coke on me?” He did. The lid wasn’t on properly and when he offered it to her it popped off. The whole front of her shirt was soaked in dark, sticky liquid. He had a spare shirt in his car for this reason or that. Something for an emergency. “I never gave it back.”

He laughed, unaware that she had kept it. “Well, princess, you do look fuckin’ hot in it. I guess you can keep it.”

She giggled and crawled onto the bed. “Gee, thanks.” On instinct, he opened his arm for her, and she snuggled in close. “Are you reading my Cosmo?”

“I am,” he said. “There’s a lot of shit about fuckin’ in here.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I bought them.”

He adjusted so they could both comfortably read the magazine. “Looks like we have some positions to try out later. Think you’re up for it, sweetheart?”

“With you? I do.” So tenderly she kissed his cheek and he was filled again with all the emotions he was trying so hard to not deal with.

Clearing his throat, he closed the magazine and placed it on her bedside table. “Let’s go to sleep, huh?”

She agreed and turned off the light, snuggling up next to him when she came back to bed. She was just so soft and smelled so good. He wanted nothing more than to just hold her.

She fell asleep first. She wasn't used to being out as late as he was. He laid there for awhile, holding her. Looking at her. Her hair always reminded him of the color of a sunrise after being out all night. It was a great color on her.

And the mark her mother left looked better. He could still see the cut against her creamy skin, but it wasn’t bleeding or red anymore. Just a faint little line that would heal without a scar.

Fuck, those feelings were starting to come back the longer he looked at her. For a moment he thought about how easy it would be to sneak out. He could still meet Maria like he said he would. His jeans were folded in a neat pile, easy to get to. His shoes were right at the foot of the bed. He could dress and be out the window in a few moments. She’d never know he left.

Until she woke up to a cold, empty bed. No, he couldn’t hurt her like that. She was much more important. Maria would no doubt be upset about being stood up but what could she do? Call him a jackass, a fuck, tell everyone what a terrible person he is? That’s nothing people don’t already say.

Instead he got comfortable in her bed that definitely wasn’t made for two people. But that was fine. He’d just have to pull her close then. He closed his eyes and tried to relax but those goddamn feelings wouldn’t leave him be.

Jesus fucking christ fine, I love her.

#billy hargrove #soft!billy #billy hargrove smut #billy smut #billy x reader #billy hargrove x reader

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hunnywrites · 5 years

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Chapter One: What Goes Bump in the Night

Summary: The town of Hawkins has been turned upside down with the news that Will Byers has suddenly gone missing. Teddi Larsson and Billy Hargrove are gonna get to the bottom of things. Season one AU.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: I just really wanted to write a fic where Billy and Teddi have lived in Hawkins their whole lives and take on Demogorgons because they take their babysitting duties too seriously. Teddi is gonna be the token horror movie character that’s always saying “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” and Billy is gonna hate every minute of it. Greg Larsson and Neil Hargrove are gonna be mentioned but those assholes are gonna be taking a backseat this time around because let’s face it: we all hate them. So I hope y’all enjoy!

Sunday nights in Hawkins were usually quiet, but this one in particular was a little too quiet for Teddi’s tastes. It was almost hard for her to believe that only a half hour ago there had been three fifth graders arguing with Keith at the prize counter. “We’re tired of the shitty finger traps, Keith!” one of them had nearly spat up at him.

“Not my fault that your little baby fingers are too small for the trap to do the trapping. No prize refunds.” that of course ended with a cherry slurpee getting thrown at Keith’s ‘75 Hyundai Pony and Teddi secretly trading out the finger traps for three lightup yo-yos.

Now they had closed up shop for the night, and Keith had headed home to give his car a hose off. Usually Teddi didn’t mind closing out the Palace Arcade. Ever since Keith had promoted her to assistant manager about a month ago, Teddi would stay behind about an hour after all of the kids had gone home and clean up for the next day. It was an excuse to stay away from home a little bit longer, and an extra five bucks in her pocket.

But for some reason tonight she was filled with dread, and it seemed like she couldn’t sweep the floors fast enough. Maybe it was because she watched too many horror movies. This cold November night felt like it was straight out one of those slasher movies she loved so much. “Yeah, like Leatherface is roaming around Hawkins looking for teens to kill,” she muttered to herself. The idea was silly. Imagining some killer hiding behind one of the games waiting until her back was turned so he could strike when she least expected it.

Still, Teddi couldn’t help but throw a quick glance over her shoulder and out the front windows and into the empty parking lot. Just to make sure. Her van sat alone under one of the street lamps waiting for her, but other than that there wasn’t a single person or car in sight. It was almost like everyone had just vanished and she was the only person left in town. Teddi shook her shoulders to try and get rid of the goosebumps that were forming on her arms and tried to hum along to the music she had playing over the radio.

The feeling had nearly gone away. She was crouched down, singing along to the Romantics and sweeping the pile of dirt, dust and other miscellaneous things that seemed to fall off all the kids that came in for the day when the radio cut out. The voices sounded garbled at first, like the signal had been lost suddenly, before the music turned into total static. The lights overhead whired and flashed, and the screens of the game consoles popped and crackled before they all went black. Suddenly the only thing she could hear was how heavily she was breathing.

“What the fuck?” Teddi jolted upright, gripping onto the broom and ready to use it as a makeshift weapon. But before masked killer could come running out with a knife, or before Teddi could even fully comprehend what was even happening, the radio’s signal cleared, the lights came back on and the arcade came right back to life. Teddi blinked. Maybe the rest of the cleaning could wait until tomorrow. Keith wouldn’t care. He might just tease her a little for being such a scaredy cat. Which was rich coming from him, but she could handle it. Teddi didn’t bother to pretend to be calm. She rushed around the prize counter, stashing the broom and dustpan aside and grabbed for her keys so she could open unlock the break room door. There was a knock at the front door. Teddi screamed.

She whirled around, her hand on her chest to try and steady her heart, and glared at the front door. Billy Hargrove was on the other side, grinning wildly. Teddi and Billy had been best friends since they met in swim class at the Hawkins public pool when they were six. They were the best swimmers in the class and Billy thought Teddi was cool because she was the only kid in class aside from himself that wasn’t afraid to jump off the high diving board. After that they were pretty much attached at the hip.

Billy had been Teddi’s first...everything. Her first kiss. The first guy she had sex with. Her first love. They had hit puberty and the pair basically used each other a trial run for everything and anything. “What, I’m gonna humiliate myself in front of Cheryl Burns because I’m shit at kissing? I don’t care if I humiliate myself in front of you.” Billy had said before they’d shared their first kiss. Romantic, right? Now Teddi was trapped in this friends with benefits sort of situation with a guy she was way, way too afraid to confess her real feelings to.

Teddi rolled her eyes at Billy. She stomped over, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “A little jumpy are we?” he asked with a laugh before strolling inside. Teddi locked the door behind him and glared at her friend. Billy shoved his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket and leaned up against Dragon’s Lair. He watched her with an amused expression. “What are you so freaked out about, Larsson?”

Teddi ignored the question and walked past him, heading once again for the break room. Billy followed after her. “What are you doing here?” she asked. She unlocked the door and Billy held it open for her while she grabbed her bag out of her locker.

“I came to give you a ride home.” he shrugged.

Teddi shot him a look. “Uh huh. That’s sweet, but I drove myself,” she said, pointing outside to her van. Billy’s Camaro was parked next to it. She couldn’t believe that she had been so freaked out by the power going out that she hadn’t heard the engine when he pulled in. She eyed the Camaro and noticed that it was empty. “Where’s Max?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Off with her dork friends playing their dork games,” he said with a short laugh. “She rode her bike over to the Wheeler’s.” usually Max and her friends spent Sundays over at Mike Wheeler’s playing Dungeons and Dragons. Teddi babysat for the Wheelers pretty often and usually found herself playing through a campaign with them. It was why they all preferred her to babysit over Billy. And she never let him forget that.

“Did you notice anything weird on your way here?” she tried to sound as casual as possible. But of course Billy could see right through it. He fell into step beside her, the pair making their way through the arcade as Teddi shut everything off for the night. Teddi felt the goosebumps returning once they were out in the parking lot. She told herself it was just the cold air.

Billy smirked over at her, swinging his keys around his finger. “You gettin’ paranoid on me again, Teddi Bear?” he asked. He blamed her wild imagination for all of the times she’d get like this. She read so many of those fantasy books, watched too many movies with monsters, and read too many comics. Her brain was always coming up with the wildest and worst scenarios.

Teddi let out a soft huff. “I just have a bad feeling.”

Billy raised an eyebrow. “Heebie jeebies or the willies?” Teddi opened her mouth to scold him for teasing her, but he held his hands up to stop her. “Alright, alright. I’m done. Look, how ‘bout I give you a ride home and we can come pick up your van tomorrow after school?” Teddi barely even thought it over. She hurried over to the passengers side of the Camaro and slid inside as soon as Billy unlocked it. Billy almost made a joke about how quickly she buckled her seatbelt and locked her own door, but decided against it.

They took off down the street in a comfortable silence. Well, it was for Billy. Teddi couldn’t seem to sit still. Her leg was bouncing wildly and her fingers were drumming against her bare legs. Billy reached over and placed a hand on her knee. “Hey, he said lowly. “You okay?” Teddi didn’t answer right away. Billy rolled down her window a little in hopes that the fresh air might help.

“I don’t know.,” she finally said with a loud, tired sigh. “I freaked myself out is all. I kept thinking about serial killers and then the power went out…” she laughed a little and shook her head. “It sounds really stupid when I say it out loud. I’ll be fine.” she waved his concern away. Billy didn’t move his hand. As the Camaro blurred past the woods, the kids called it Mirkwood, Teddi heard a horrible screech coming from deep inside the forest. It didn’t sound human. It didn’t sound like anything Teddi had ever heard before. Horror movies included. The goosebumps were back.

Teddi looked over at Billy to confirm she hadn’t been imagining things. Billy shifted uncomfortably. “...It’s probably just an animal. Maybe a coyote got a deer or something.” but he quickly rolled the window up and flicked on the radio. They didn’t hear the sound again. Billy soon pulled into Teddi’s driveway and she let out a sigh of relief. The lights inside were off. Her parents cars were both in the driveway. Thank god for small favors, Teddi thought.

She realized they’d been sitting there for awhile and she hadn’t moved yet. She unbuckled her seatbelt and smiled weakly over at Billy. She felt embarrassed about being so freaked out. “...Thanks for the ride.” she said finally.

Billy smirked over at her, and she knew he was holding in some dirty comment. “No problem...you know, if you want I can always come in with you. Make sure there aren’t any monsters in your room…” The way he was looking at her, casually stretched out in the driver’s seat with that dangerous glint in his eyes almost made Teddi want to take him up on his offer. She could probably use the company, and fooling around with Billy for a few hours wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Instead she scrunched up her nose and shook her head. “It’s a school night, perv.” she teased.

Billy groaned and sunk in his seat. “Fiiine. I’ll see you tomorrow, Good Girl.” he sighed. Teddi was grateful it was dark and that he couldn’t see how flushed her cheeks probably were. She mumbled a goodnight and quickly went inside. Once the door was shut behind her she heard the rumble of the Camaro’s engine as Billy pulled out of the driveway.

Teddi crept downstairs to her room. Her parents had turned the basement into a bedroom for her when they’d moved in over ten years ago. The house had four bedrooms total, but her mother had claimed two of them to be turned into a giant closet/dressing room and her father had claimed the third for an upstairs study. She had been more than fine with it. It was an excuse to stay away from them and she had her own bathroom. Plus, eventually she would learn that it made sneaking out a little too easy.

She made quick work of taking off her makeup and changing into her pajamas. It was a little childish, but when she flicked her bathroom light off she rushed across the room and dove into bed like she had when she was little. Like if she didn’t hurry and get into bed some monster would crawl out from under the bed and grab her ankles. Teddi pulled the blankets up to her neck and immediately regretted turning Billy down. She thought of that horrible screech she heard in the woods. Her mind started trying to imagine what sort of creature that the sound belonged to.

Teddi groaned. If she kept this up she would never get any sleep. “It’s just a coyote,” Teddi told herself, repeating Billy’s words. “You’re freaking out over nothing.” and of course she was. This was Hawkins, Indiana she was talking about. There wasn’t anything going bump in the night. No monsters. She thought of her father who was sound asleep upstairs and Neil Hargrove. Well, maybe that wasn’t true.

Eventually she fell asleep peacefully, dreaming of her father and Neil trapped out in the woods with whatever creature had made that horrible noise.

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“Wittle Stevie boy is in woooooove,” Carol taunted as she and Tommy H practically cackled. They’d been at this for the entirety of lunch. Steve had already ditched them once that morning to go meet Nancy in the girl’s bathroom and the two hyenas wouldn’t let it go. Steve, Teddi and Billy were all annoyed. They’d gotten a good laugh at first. They always did whenever they’d rag on each other. But Tommy and Carol definitely didn’t know when to quit. “Steve and Nancy, sittin’ in a tree!”

Billy rolled his eyes, blowing out a cloud of smoke before handing his cigarette over to Teddi. They were both leaned up against the side of the Camaro as they tried their best to ignore the peanut gallery.

“Come on, Steve. We’re all friends here. You can tell us. What the hell do you see in that prude? ‘Cause you can’t tell me she’s putting out.” Tommy said, throwing his arm around Carol’s shoulders.

Billy can’t help but chuckle at that, smirking over at Steve. “Oh, I can probably think of a reason he’s so interested.” Teddi let out a scoff, handing the smoke back over to Billy. Steve’s lips twitched into a grin and he rolled his eyes playfully at his best friend.

Teddi hated the way they talked about Nancy. She didn’t really know which was worse; when they talked shit about her behind her back, or when they teased and tormented her to her face. She guessed it was a good thing that Nancy never let it get to her no matter what they came up with. Ignoring Tommy and Carol was definitely the best way to deal with them. Teddi and Nancy weren’t really friends per say. She knew her through school and from babysitting Mike. But she was always nice to Teddi. And she liked to think if the roles were reversed Nancy would stick up for her.

“Leave him alone guys,” Teddi said, pretending to sound stern. “Maybe Steve just wants to date someone nice for once.” she offered.

“Thank you, Teddi. She’s very nice.” Steve smiled, his mind clearly drifting to thoughts of Nancy. Teddi thought it was sweet. She briefly wondered if Billy ever looked that way when he spoke about her. Not likely, she thought with a sigh.

Carol let out a loud snort and she and Tommy fell back into a fit of laughter. “Nice?” she asked. “Steve doesn’t like nice. He likes easy. And Nancy wheeler is the complete opposite of easy.” it was to the point where Steve wasn’t able to find the humor in the situation anymore. It wasn’t often that Teddi saw Steve truly annoyed, but she did notice that Tommy and Carol were usually the reason for it happening.

“Maybe he’s looking for a challenge this time,” Tommy offered. “Maybe he’s getting bored, eh, Steve?” he snickered.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Tommy. I’ll see you guys later.” Teddi offered an apologetic smile while Billy lifted his hand in a short wave.

“Gotta go find Nancy?” Tommy asked. Carol started making kissing noises. “See ya later, Lover Boy! Give her a kiss for me!” he called after Steve. Steve threw a middle finger over his shoulder, the pair only laughing louder.

Teddi felt like she had a headache coming on. She almost wished she could find some sort of excuse to get Billy away from them and enjoy what was left of their lunch in peace. Tommy and Carol were joking around with each other now, so thankfully it was easier for her to tune them out. She let out a slow breath of smoke as she surveyed the parking lot around them. She could see the middle school from where she was. She and Billy usually waited there for Max after school whenever she needed a ride home.

There were two cop cars parked out in the front of the school. A patrol car and Chief Hopper’s Blazer. That paranoid feeling from the night before was back. She nudged Billy’s side with her elbow and nodded over to the other school. “Cops.” was all she said.

Billy didn’t say anything. But she could see the flash of worry in his eyes. Tommy quickly broke the silence. “Whoa! What do ya think happened?” he and Carol moved closer to the fence that separated the two parking lots.

It couldn’t have been anything too bad. There hadn’t been any news travelling the halls at school. Nothing on the morning announcements. Maybe some kids just got into a fight or something and the cops were there to scare them straight.

“You know, Johnathan Byers wasn’t here today,” Tommy said with a nearly evil looking grin. “Maybe he finally snapped and offed his whole family. Hop’s here to break the news to the principle.” Teddi felt a chill up her spine at the way Tommy and Carol laughed at the suggestion.

Teddi knew that there wasn’t a chance of that happening. Johnathan was a good guy. Just quiet. Still, this whole thing was starting to make the goosebumps come back.

“Tommy, will you shut the fuck up?” Billy asked in a tired tone. “Do you gotta be so fuckin’ morbid all of the time?” he glared over at his friend. Tommy only grinned and shrugged. Teddi stepped on what was left of the cigarette and excused herself. She didn’t give Billy time to say anything or follow after her. It was like that for the rest of the day. Teddi hid within herself and wondered why the cops were over at the middle school. And why Johnathan was absent.

When it was time for Billy to give her a ride back to the arcade, he decided to try and ease her worries. “Hey, Max. We saw Hopper was over at your school. What happened? Henderson finally take my suggestion and kick those little assholes in the balls?”

Max had been uncharacteristically quiet since getting into the Camaro. It definitely didn’t make Billy feel any better. She shifted around in the backseat, her eyes trained down at her shoes. Teddi frowned and turned to face her. “Max? Is everything okay?”

“...Will didn’t come home last night. His mom said he never made it back from Mike’s. They can’t find him anywhere.” an almost sickening silence filled the car. Teddi felt her stomach drop. She thought she might get sick. She turned back in her seat, staring hard down at the dashboard.

Billy’s eyes flickered between the two girls. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. He almost wanted to blame Tommy for making that stupid joke at lunch. Like somehow it was his fault that Teddi and Max were so upset. “...It’s only been a few hours,” he finally said. “Maybe...maybe he tried to take a short cut and he got lost. They’ll find him. No problem.” he didn’t really believe that. That sort of thing never happened except for maybe in those stupid lifetime movies that Susan liked to watch. He felt a wave of nausea roll over him as he imagined what might have happened to the Byers kid.

The girls were silent for the rest of the ride to the arcade. Billy noticed that Max was trying to hide the fact that she was crying. He didn’t say anything. Teddi face had nearly turned white. She was just staring straight out at the road. She barely blinked. He knew that on some level she had probably found a way to blame herself. That bad feeling she had last night had been a sign and she had ignored it. Like somehow she was supposed to just know that Will Byers had been in trouble. Just like the night before, Billy reached over and placed his hand on her knee. She didn’t move.

When they made it to the Palace Arcade’s parking lot, Teddi wordlessly got out of the Camaro. “I’ll be back, Max,” Billy muttered, following Teddi over to the driver’s side of her van. “Hey, hey. Are you okay?” he took her by the elbow and turned her to face him. “You’re freaking me out, Larsson.”

Teddi looked up at Billy’s nervous expression. She smiled a little. “Are you saying you’re worried about me, Billy?”

Billy let out a relieved breath through his nose and grinned down at her. “...If I say yes does that mean you’ll let me come over tonight?” he wasn’t very good at this. Talking. Comforting. More often than not he just ended up hitting on her and hoping for the best.

Teddi was quiet for a moment, and Billy was almost worried that he had upset her. “...Come over at ten. My parents will be asleep by then. Just park down the street so they don’t see your car, okay?” Billy nodded.

He watched Teddi drive off before getting back in the Camaro. Max crawled into the front seat and roughly rubbed at her eyes with the sleeves of her hoodie. Billy didn’t look directly at her. He drummed his fingers nervously against the steering wheel. “...You wanna get ice cream or something?”

Max nodded, smiling a little. “Ice cream sounds good.”

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spn-meanttobe · 5 years

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Spn Meant To Be Masterlist - 2009

Here is the roundup of the very first challenge. Please keep in mind, this challenge was ten years ago. Every effort has been made to find current/existing links, but some authors have packed up their work and not allowed it to be shared. Those entries are here to be preserved for posterity, but the download link and title will have a strike-through. Without further ado, this way to the happy endings!

RPS

Title: Better than Cherry Pie Author: mina_rox Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Accountant Keeley Davis has been hired to find out who's been bilking money from the well-respected Bingham Bros. investment firm. To do so, Keeley will have to don a disguise and work closely with tastier-than-homemade-cherry-pie controller Dane Weiss! As Keeley tramps herself up as Dane's personal assistant "Cherry Smith," her calculations start paying off big dividends—like when she serves up a hot plate of Dane à la mode. But as things start to really sizzle, Keeley wonders whether she can keep her eyes on the bottom line…when all she can think of is keeping Dane in her bed? Link to Fic: Better than Cherry Pie

Title: Small Moments Author: hunters_retreat Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Ten year anniversary celebrations weren't something to miss, so Jensen agreed to going to his friend Chris and Steve's week long get away. Only he hadn't expect his partner to go along and demand they leave two days into it. Still, he didn't have to put up with it much longer because they both knew it was over. That was, until they got trapped in a cabin all by themselves and come face to face with themselves, their failing relationship, and the truth they've both refused to see. Link to Fic: Small Moments

Title: I Can Almost See a Skyline Author: poor_choices Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Jared/Jensen, past Jensen/Misha Summary: Jensen Ackles is the number one surgeon at the most prestigious plastic surgery practice in LA. After a number of threats, his bosses decide to hire him a bodyguard, one Jared Padalecki, who sweeps in and turns his life completely upside down. Link to Fic: I Can Almost See a Skyline

Title: Sometimes It's Hard to Keep On Running Author: matalinolukaret Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Warnings: Sex, language Summary: Jensen's running from a past he doesn't want to face. Jared's moving on in his life, doing what he can for his daughter. What happens when Jensen stops running away from what he wants, and turns toward his future? Link to Fic: Sometimes It's Hard to Keep on Running

Title: My New Life is Waiting Author: neros_violin Rating: Adult Pairing: Jensen/Jared Warnings: Past character death Summary: Jared and his daughter Hannah are used to depending only on each other. Their life at the cabin on the lake isn't exciting, but it's safe. Until the night Hannah goes outside, drawn by the soft sounds of a guitar. While Jared is drawn to the music, the guitar player is too close for comfort. But something in music inexorably attracts Jared and his little girl, and they finally reach out to their new neighbor. Jensen seems like the perfect guy, and he is the perfect guy. But like Jared, he has secrets to keep and reasons not to trust. Can they move beyond their pasts to make a life together, away from the isolated shores of the lake? Link to Fic: My New Life is Waiting

Title: Laughing Down Lonely Canyon Author: calamitycrow Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Jared’s entire life centers around the rodeo, until an injury sidelines him for the rest of the season. And then to complicate things more, he gets guardianship of four-year Cody. Meanwhile, world-weary businessman Jensen heads to his Montana ranch to escape the pressure of his life for a couple of weeks. What he’s not expecting is a bout with pneumonia or falling for his foreman’s little brother. Link to Fic: Laughing Down Lonely Canyons

Title: Pom Poms and Circumstance Author: agt_bush Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Jared/Jensen, brief Jensen/Tom Summary: Jared Padalecki and Chad Michael Murray ditch their friends so they can spend the summer surrounded by beautiful girls at cheer camp. The plan works perfectly until Jared realizes he is falling for the gorgeous, and very male head cheerleader, Jensen. Loosely based on Fired Up. Link to Fic: Pom Poms and Circumstance

Title: What Would Rick Do? Author: gottalovev Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen, minor OMC/OFC and OMC/OMC Warnings: Sex, language Summary: Jared works as a research assistant for Liberty Production but writes sexy columns, The Ten-Minute Seduction about playboy Rick St-Clair, to help pay the bills. When he meets his porn-muse-slash-fantasy-man for real, the gorgeous Jensen Ackles, Jared is almost too nervous to function until he pretends to be his main character. They hit it off, but can they make it work if everything is based on a lie? Link to Fic: What Would Rick Do?

Title: Chisel Me Down Until I'm Clean Author: orphan_project Rating: Hard R Pairing: Jensen/Jared, implied Jared/Chad, implied Jared/OMC, brief Misha/Jared & Zac Efron/Jared, Jensen/Jeff Warnings: Blow jobs, drug use, gender change, swearing Summary: Jared and Jennifer have been friends for years. All though high school and into adult hood. Yet Jennifer has been going on secret doctor trips since they graduated. Jennifer is gone for a month with her most recent, and when Jared returns to work on the day she's suppose to be back, there's a new man sitting there where she should be. What if there is no one beside you when your soul embarks. What if you simply never knew they were there until this moment in time? Link to Fic: Chisel Me Down Until I'm Clean

Title: Ripped Apart Author: my_sam_dean Rating: R Pairing: Jared/OFC Warnings: Character death Summary: Jared and Jewel are a happy family with three children until a tornado tears through town. Separated by grief, can they repair their broken home? Link to Fic: Ripped Apart

Title: Another Start Author: joans23 Rating: soft R Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: This was supposed to be their happily ever after, but life turned out a little differently than they planned. Despite how painful it is, Jared decides to try and reclaim his life and Jensen ... well, Jensen just wants Jared back. Link to Fic: Another Start

Title: Too Far to Care Author: goddamnbatman & karabou Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Warnings: House fire Summary: Jensen was eighteen years old when his family home burned to the ground, taking all but his baby sister with it. Now grown, with a man's responsibilities and a chip on his shoulder a mile wide, he's faced with the last thing he ever expected - a growing attraction to the son of the man responsible for it all. Link to Fic: Too Far to Care

Title: Nip/Tuck Author: i_o_r_h_a_e_l Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Jared/OMC Summary: After an accident that had left his face scarred and killed his boyfriend, Jared never went out or left his mansion. Nor did he intend to have his disfigurement fixed. Until one day he found a plastic surgeon that reminded him a lot of his late boyfriend, and decided that Jensen should come over, without realizing danger looming over their lives. Link to Fic: Nip/Tuck

Title: The Slow and Steady Rush Author: cookiemonsta Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Warnings: Sexin' and cussin'. You know, the usual. Summary: Jensen spends his days on the family ranch, bitter and lonely after his stint in the air force. When the friendly stranger Jared arrives as the new ranch hand, can Jensen learn to move past his brooding nature and let Jared in? And more importantly, what secret is Jared hiding that could ruin Jensen's family forever? Link to Fic: The Slow and Steady Rush

Title: Tell Me You Love Me Author: juice817 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Jared has loved his brother Jeff's best friend Jensen for as long as he can remember, but when Jensen turns him down on his 23rd birthday, Jared flees to Corfu in an attempt to get laid and get on with his life - as far away from Jensen as he can get. But Jensen seems to have other ideas... Link to Fic: Tell Me You Love Me

Title: Cherish Author: breea1 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Tom/Mike, Steve/Chris Summary: Many years before six boys had sworn they would always be together, despite differing backgrounds and outside pressures, but one summer something happened to change that. Jared, Tom and Steve had eventually left Cherish, Texas to follow their dreams - but not their hearts - and Jensen, Mike and Chris had settled in to make what lives they could for themselves in a town that didn't want them but that they couldn't leave. Now the past is rearing its ugly head and three men are coming home to find answers that had been denied them and to claim the men that they'd never stopped believing belonged with them. Cherish's most beloved sons have been out in the wide world for a long time and they've got a few tricks up their sleeves - and no intention of taking no for any answer this time. Jensen, Mike and Chris - and Cherish - aren't going to know what's hit them! Link to Fic: Cherish

Title: Awaiting on You Author: saklani2 & myficjournal Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Shy, awkward Jensen Ackles attends his sister’s debut party and is saved from the unwanted advances of Lady Jessica Alba by the dashing Jared Padalecki. He is grateful, especially when Jared makes an effort to befriend him and bring him out of his shell. Little does he suspect that Jared has an agenda of his own. Link to Fic: Awaiting on You

Title: Save me, I will rescue you Author: trinipedia Rating: R Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Who said you only get one shot at true love? Link to Fic: Save me, I will rescue you

Title: Never Will Run Smooth Author: kelleigh Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: When he was six, JR Ackles met Jared Anderson—his best friend and future husband. Twenty years later, Jensen meets Jay Padalecki. Link to Fic: Never Will Run Smooth

Title: You Can't Quantify Love Author: hildigunnur Rating: Hard R Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Jared Padalecki has started a new life as a Ph.D. student, hoping it will help him forget how Jensen Ackles broke his heart. It seems to be working until Jensen shows up where Jared least expects it. Link to Fic: You Can't Quantify Love

Title: Sunshine and Raindrops Author: the_milky_way Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Jensen is sort of oblivious, Jared a good guy and Mike is just too greedy. Link to Fic: Sunshine and Raindrops

Title: If You'll Say You're Mine, I'll Say I'm Yours Author: zams Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: At a charity auction, Jensen Ackles wins a date with Jared Padalecki, the head nurse at the county hospital, the winning bid a birthday present from his closest friends. Jensen is shy, but Jared’s dimpled smile and earnest eyes charm him effortlessly, and a simple date leads to more than either expected. Link to Fic: If You'll Say You're Mine, I'll Say I'm Yours

Title: You Can Help Yourself, But Don't Take Too Much Author: withdiamonds Rating: R Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Coming to the rescue of handsome nurse Jared Padalecki when someone tried to murder him wasn't the encounter Dr. Jensen Ackles had in mind when he first set eyes on him. Given that he recognized Jared's attackers, coupled with the chilling death threats, he knew the attack wasn't random. Although Jensen was an expert at covering up his tragic past, clues proved Jared's attack was connected to Jensen's former life. But as much as he wanted the sexy brunet in his bed, Jensen didn't want to admit he was connected in any way to who or what was endangering Jared's life. Will either of them live long enough to pursue their new romance? Link to Fic: You Can Help Yourself, But Don't Take Too Much

Title: Love and Other Sports Injuries Author: bonspiel Rating: R Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: After a childhood spent moving all over the US and Canada, living with his uncle Jeff, a professional hockey player and then coach, Jensen Ackles tries to avoid hockey whenever possible. Too bad that his hot one night stand turns out not only to be a hockey player, but one coached by his uncle. Jensen came to Kansas City to give a little family moral support, but now he's stuck in the middle of a team going bankrupt, with a defenseman determined to woo him, and worst of all, he doesn't miss his previous staid, hockey-free existence one bit. Link to Fic: Love and Other Sports Injuries

Title: In the Eye of the Beholder Author: surevesta Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Jensen/Danneel, Jared/Sandy Summary: Excerpts from the baby book of Felicity Jaide Ackles. He gained a daughter and lost a wife. He gained a daughter and found a family. Link to Fic: In the Eye of the Beholder

Title: Where the Heart Is Author: cjmarlowe Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Chicago cop Jensen Ackles returns to his Oklahoma hometown after the death of his father, with his young son in tow and a chip on his shoulder about all things love. But his work isn't so easily left behind, and love isn't so easily dismissed when Jared Padalecki comes back into his life. Link to Fic: Where the Heart Is

Title: Lost and Found Author: apreludetoanend Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: Jared and Jensen were best friends until an argument tore them apart. When they find each other again, years later, will they become more? Link to Fic: Lost and Found

Title: Silver Star Author: topaz119 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jensen/Jeffrey Dean Morgan Summary: As a Texas Ranger, Hayes Keller was used to tough assignments. But protecting Taylor Landis after a recent attack and keeping his professional distance was the most challenging job Hayes had ever faced. Every instinct told him not to let her get under his skin, but sticking by her side--all day and through the hot summer night--was pushing him to the limit. Link to Fic: Silver Star

Title: Just Over the Horizon Author: starless_riot Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Summary: In order to pay back a favor, Jared Padalecki agrees to spy on rival attorney Jensen Ackles--who suddenly decides to take an international vacation one week before the biggest trial of his career. Jared didn't count on even liking the guy, much less falling into lust with him. When Jared's lies and deceit finally come to light, will Jensen give him a second chance or is their budding romance headed for failure from the start? Link to Fic: Just Over the Horizon

Supernatural

Title: Alone, Baby, There Ain't No Peace of Mind Author: dreamlittleyo Rating: R Pairing: Sam/Dean Summary: Sam is touched that his sisters have arranged a holiday for him, and he looks forward to some time alone in an isolated cabin on Lake Superior. His only neighbor for miles is the taciturn, if incredibly attractive, Dean Johnson. Sam can't help but be intrigued by this solitary man… and with his warm personality and culinaryy talents, Sam is determined to pick away at the iron padlock around his heart. Link to Fic: Alone, Baby, There Ain't No Peace of Mind

Title: Two Men, One Face Author: rule_number_7 Rating: PG Pairing: Dean/Jimmy with mentions of Dean/Castiel Summary: Dean is called to Pontiac, Illinois for a hunt and is reunited with Jimmy for the first time since driving him home after Castiel's return to heaven after the war. Despite his efforts to get in and out of town as quickly as possible with as little contact with Jimmy as he can manage, Dean doesn’t seem to be able to avoid the other man. Link to Fic: Two Men, One Face

Title: The Dare Author: winged_dreams Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Sam/Dean Warnings: Vaguely AU for S1 Summary: Dean’s on a job that takes him to Palo Alto. He’s lonely and the girl at the bar wants to help. Link to Fic: The Dare

Title: Your Comment is Awaiting Moderation Author: latentfunction Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/OCs Summary: Going by the dates on the blog, Sam hadn't even waited a month after the fall-out from Ruby before finding something else to keep secret. Link to Fic: Your Comment is Awaiting Moderation

Title: Set Me As a Seal Author: dessert_first Rating: PG Pairing: Dean/Castiel Summary: Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death… (Song of Solomon) Link to Fic: Set Me As a Seal

#spn meant to be #masterlist #2009

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nothingelsematterswrites · 5 years

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Hello, I love your stories, this is my first time asking :) Maybe John/Brian with sub!Brian in the Hot Space era. John showing Brian who’s boss and why he won’t put up with Brian trying to change his songs. (All consensual ofc) Maybe Bri was just acting bratty to get John a little worked up and show his dom side?

John stops himself outside Brian’s door.

One of their first rules had been never to act in anger, and right now, John can feel it still simmering in his veins, steaming between his ears. Normally, he’s very good at partitioning, at leaving their arguments in the studio, but Brian had seemed set on being a particular asshole today, and it had driven John almost beyond the point of reason.

When Freddie and Roger are the ones taking away his liquor, he supposes he must be unusually cross.

It was just so infuriating. John knew that even though his songwriting isn’t as good as Freddie’s, or Roger’s, or even Brian’s, he still writes good songs. After all, it’s his song that’s still running out of record stores across America. Why Brian always has such a problem with his lyrics, he has no idea. And the bloody guitar solos!

John takes a deep breath.

No, he’s not here because he’s angry. He’s here because there was something in Brian’s expression as John stormed out of the studio; something pleading, needy. John’s here because he’d be an irresponsible dom if he ignored a look like that.

He takes another deep breath, and uses his key to unlock the door.

Usually, when their visits are arranged, Brian will be waiting, kneeling by the bed, usually already wearing his favourite collar and leash, sometimes with an assortment of toys spread out for John to choose from. But after the way the day has gone, John really isn’t surprised that Brian is not in that position tonight; he appears to be in the bathroom.

John takes another breath, and when he starts crossing the room, he’s surprised to find himself perfectly calm.

Brian is standing in front of the mirror, combing out his damp curls. It’s an arduous process, one that John knows if interrupted will leave Brian with a crazy mess the next day.

“Hello, Brian.”

He sees the shiver that runs down Brian’s spine at the tone of his voice, but, impressively, Brian puts the comb down with excellent control.

His eyes flick up in the mirror, meet John’s, and immediately drop.

“Hello.”

“You had quite a day today, Brian.”

John can see Brian contemplate resisting for a moment. He presses home his advantage. He knows it’s not good for Brian when he resists.

“Very busy, weren’t you? Making a lot of suggestions.”

And then Brian’s head drops very slightly, and all the tension goes out of his shoulders.

“Yes, sir.”

John smiles. All his anger has completely evaporated. “Come here, Brian.”

“Yes, sir.” Brian turns and walks towards John, his head bowed, looking up at John through his eyelashes, and John can’t help but kiss him, swallowing the sigh that escapes Brian and running his hands over Brian’s shoulders.

“Why don’t you go and get ready?” he says softly. “Then we can talk.”

John waits in the bathroom, setting out the super-soft towels they keep specially for these nights, turning on the towel-warmer, getting out the lotion and, after some thought, the bath salts. He waits ten minutes, giving Brian his space, and then heads out.

If Brian is sitting on the bed, it will be a non-verbal signal that he feels he cannot handle the extremes of their dynamic tonight. If he is in his usual position, well, John has some thoughts.

He’s quite pleased to find Brian kneeling by the bed. He’s wearing the choke-collar, lead already attached, and completely naked, his hands clasped behind his back.

John seats himself on the edge of the bed, next to Brian, and reaches out, stroking the curls gently.

“You made me very angry today, Brian. Of course I don’t expect the same behaviour in the studio as I do in here, but today, you disrespected not only my authority as your dom, but my very position in the band and myself as a person. I don’t tinker with your songs. I don’t mind friendly suggestions, but I won’t tolerate you trying to re-write my songs.”

Brian’s head dips lower. “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

“An apology isn’t going to quite cut it tonight, I’m afraid.” John’s fingers tighten thoughtfully in Brian’s hair. “I think some further punishment is required.”

“Yes, sir,” Brian’s voice is almost a sigh of relief, which catches John’s attention; he decides not to address it right now.

“I think perhaps twenty strokes with the whip,” John says, as though pondering his decisions. “And then…well, it will depend on how good you are for me. Can you do that, Bri?”

“Yes, sir.”

“All right. I want you on your knees, hands on the headboard.”

Brian obeys, scrambling onto the bed and into position. John leans over to snap the cuffs into place and hears the way Brian’s breathing is already slightly ragged. He can’t help placing a kiss to Brian’s shoulder as he adjusts the collar so that it sits comfortably in the new position.

John quickly clips the longer leash into place and crosses to their whip drawer. He chooses carefully; a short whip made of soft kangaroo leather that Brian had bought him as a gift on their last trip to Australia. He knows Brian likes this one, and it marks him up rather beautifully.

After a moment’s thought, he grabs the lube and something else from their play drawer, and moves into position at the end of the bed. He takes his time settling himself, slipping off his shoes, taking off his belt, and unbuttoning his shirt a little until he feels relaxed. He lifts the whip in his hand.

John then turns his thoughts inwards, and harshly questions himself. Am I really calm enough to do this properly?

Satisfied with his answer - the fury he’d felt in the studio seems to have entirely dissipated now, leaving only a burning disappointment and annoyance - he raises the whip and strikes.

Brian gasps slightly as the whip comes down across his backside, but he dutifully says, “One.”

“Colour, Bri?”

“Green, sir. Thankyou, sir.”

“Good boy.”

John falls into almost a trance-like state as he continues, the rhythm of the whip consistent and regular, every fibre of his being intent on the connection between himself and Brian and the dynamic between them. Brian’s voice cracks slightly when they reach twelve, but before John can even ask, Brian immediately adds “Green, sir,” and John continues, occasionally tugging at the leash in his free hand to pull the collar tighter against Brian’s throat.

“Twenty.”

John sets the whip down. Brian’s ass, thighs and back are now beautifully decorated with red stripes, and he’s flushed and panting, his hard cock hanging heavy between his legs.

“Gorgeous. Good boy, you’re so good for me. Colour, love?”

“Green, sir,” Brian manages to say, his voice breaking.

“Good boy. You’ve been so good.” John kicks his jeans off and quickly tosses his shirt on the pile at his feet; as soon as he’s naked he crawls onto the bed behind Brian, and runs a hand over his back, feeling the shivers that chase themselves all over his skin.

“Tell me why that happened, Brian.”

“Because I disrespected you,” Brian says quietly. “Because I keep trying to change your songs and today I tried to change everything and disrespected your position in the band.”

“Good boy. I think your punishment will only last a little longer, you’ve been taking it so well.”

And then John slips the cock ring onto Brian and the guitarist whines, his back flexing. John waits it out, his fingers rubbing circles on Brian’s ribs, and after a few moments the older man is settled back in position, his breathing slightly ragged, and John takes a moment to smother his lower back in kisses.

“So beautiful, so good for me…just a little bit longer, that’s a good boy. Going to give you my fingers now, I know you like those, does that sound nice?”

“Yes, sir. Thankyou sir!”

John takes his time fingering Brian, knowing the older man loves the feeling, making sure to stroke insistently over his prostate, pulling back on the leash until Brian is nearly sobbing in pleasure. His voice is so ruined that John can’t help but check in again as he prepares himself.

“Colour, love?”

“G-green, sir, please…”

John rewards him by sliding inside, and Brian moans, long and loud and drawn-out, the most beautiful sound to John’s ears.

John fucks Brian hard and rough, knowing it’s exactly what they both need right now. They’re already both so worked up that it doesn’t take long for John to feel the tightness in his spine that signals his orgasm, and he leans over to kiss Brian’s shoulderblade and whisper in his ear.

“I’m not gonna touch you when I take this off. Do you think you can come untouched?”

Brian is almost beyond words at this point, but somehow forces out a “yes, sir, please sir, please, please…”

John reaches around and flicks the cock ring off, his free hand digging into one of the welts.

Almost immediately, Brian howls and comes so hard his whole body sags, clamping down like a vice and making John see stars. He hears himself chanting Brian’s name like a prayer as he spills inside him, dragging breathy little moans from his lover at the aftershocks.

John can’t move for a moment, but with release obtained Brian’s body is shaking, barely able to hold him up any longer. Carefully, he withdraws, hurrying to scoot up the bed and undo the handcuffs. As soon as they’re off Brian collapses, his eyelashes fluttering, John’s gentle push only just stopping him from falling into where his come has stained the top sheet.

John quickly crosses back to the bathroom, grabbing the towels, warm wet washcloths, and the lotion, and hurries back. Brian is lying right where John left him, so he sets to work quickly, cleaning him up and wiping away all traces of sweat and come and lube. His long fingers smooth the lotion into the welts, careful not to miss a spot, the cream soothing and making sure nothing got infected at the same time, though John was careful not to break skin. Then he rubs Brian down with the hot towels on his aching muscles, feeling Brian arch up under the warmth, something akin to a purr leaving his throat.

John rips off the soiled sheet, tosses it in a corner, and returns to the bed, before carefully unbuckling the collar from Brian’s throat and placing it carefully on the bedside table. Then, satisfied that Brian is properly looked after, he slides into bed beside him and wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him close to his body.

Brian shifts, his limbs tangling with John’s, curling into him, and together they just breathe.

“I love you,” Brian whispers. They’re always his first coherent words, but they never fail to make John’s heart do a backflip, even if it cracks slightly at his next words. “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do, my silly spaceman,” John tries to keep his tone light as he presses kisses to Brian’s hair. “And I love you, so much.”

The quiet after this stretches so long that John starts to think Brian’s fallen asleep. They still need to talk about today, and John normally isn’t over-keen on going to sleep with an unresolved argument, but at the same time, he’s even less keen on spoiling their much-needed cuddle time.

“I’m sorry.” It’s barely a thread of sound, but it sounds so sad that John’s heart nearly breaks.

“I’m sorry, too,” John murmurs back. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

Brian nods sleepily, and a smile curves his lips, before his eyelashes flutter shut again, dragging John with him.

#answering asks #my headcanons #breaky #dom/sub #sub!brian #Whoops it got long

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owomenz · 5 years

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Can we get more juice on that emaziska angst au?

*cracks my knuckles* I call this the Bad Fran AU and I talked a lot about it with @nellietrelawney and I’m probably not remembering things right ;; (and adding new ideas because of it)It’s angsty and their relationship is unhealthy but they get better in the end because I’m pussy and can’t commit to things staying bad.

This is gonna be A Lot cause I’m just gonna vomit the entirety of what I got.

SO BASICALLY Franziska didn’t learn a damn thing and ends up acting a lot like her father except she kind of drops the whole focusing so much on her perfect record and more trying to justify her actions as the greater good. A lot like how Miles was. I’m thinking learning that her father murdered a man just because he lost a case gave her a seething hatred for any potential criminal. And she’ll do anything to get the guilty verdict. (Except. Kill someone obviously.) But she still really holds on to everything Manfred taught her.

So like. Same Franziska, different motive, a lot more cold and harsh. Ema is the same Ema nothing changed. Except that she’s very in love with Franziska and their relationship is. Not good! They’re kind of dating but not really because Franziska has so many walls built up and won’t open up to anyone and she won’t even admit to Ema how she really feels about her. Franziska does love her and shows her she cares in her own way but that’s kind of the whole problem too. Because Franziska’s way of showing she does truly care is when Ema gets hurt going after a suspect and in the hospital for a little bit and Franziska sends her flowers but they don’t say who they’re from but Ema Knows because they’re her favourite and she never really told anyone else that. Franziska denies it, and leaves Ema feeling really confused because it’s things like that where Ema knows she cares but she won’t just be truthful with her and it hurts. So it’s like what the fuck is it then just be straight with her.Something Manfred taught Franziska is that love and having connections with people is just a weakness and she just. Doesn’t allow herself that. Ever.Another part of why she acts like this is she doesn’t want to hurt Ema either (I mean great job, you are) but she acknowledges she’s not a very great person to be in a relationship with or at least that’s what she believes. Ema thinks different, she knows Franziska can do better, can be better, as a person and a lover.(I don’t mean to say that Ema thinks she can “fix” Franziska. It’s more like she loves her and knows she’s not a bad person and just wants to see her be her best self and not just what her shitty dad wanted her to be)

They have arguments any time Ema attempts to get Franziska to open up just a little bit. Ema just wants some sort of affirmation, Franziska doesn’t know How and doesn’t want to let Ema Too Close. It’s bad.At one point Franziska fucks off to Germany, half because she’s needed as a prosecutor and half because she’s running away from her issues. This isn’t the first time she’s done this, but this time she just doesn’t speak to Ema. Ema pretty much fed up with allowing Franziska to keep doing this to her, and setting herself up for heartbreak every time Franziska comes back to her because she just can’t say no to her. She tries to move on. (All That Matters is a good song that describes them and also, I know you sent this message because of my last picture based on Your Type , they’re like the Big Two I associate with this AU )She does kind of move on but any relationship she has only last a few days to weeks. Not that long. At one moment in an act of depression and maybe drunkenness she tries calling Franziska and ofc. Franziska doesn’t answer but she leaves a voicemail saying how much she misses her and Franziska almost calls her back because shit she misses her too but. She doesn’t. It’s better that way she thinks. But it’s..... Heart wrenching hearing Ema like that.

Franziska goes back to LA for work again, doesn’t tell Ema she’s even back but she just. Impulsively shows up to her apartment. She doesn’t even know why or what she’ll even say she just wants to see her. Ema is completely shocked seeing her at her door and even a little? Mad? Like what the hell are you doing here I thought you left. And Ema has someone over who is honestly just a hook up but Franziska is like. Ah. Sorry I should have never come here.Like ofc Ema wouldn’t always be there if she kept acting the way she has. And she leaves and Ema runs after her and asking what the hell she even came here for why didn’t she call her, all that stuff. Franziska says it’s not important and that it’s rude to run off with a guest over.

One part of the AU, near the end, is when Ema and Franziska are working a case together, Franziska becomes desperate and starts doing some bad shit like forge evidence.And Ema is sharp so that doesn't fly by her. She notices right away something's not adding up especially because she was a part of the investigation. She doesn't suspect it was Franziska at first but Ema does her own investigating and it leads her to Franziska and she's really torn up about that and of course confronts her.Which leads them into an argument.Ema telling Franziska she's exactly like her father and that strikes a nerve. Makes her take a step back to really think what the hell she's doing.Like she thought what she was doing was justice and not the same as her father just wanting to maintain a perfect record.I thought of Ema telling someone what Franziska did at first but now I'm thinking what if she kept quiet about it hoping that Franziska chooses to do the right thing. I think maybe forging evidence is something Ema is sensitive about because. The whole thing with Lana. Someone else close to her going down a dark path and uughh Ema aint having it. But like if that backfires and Franziska DOES use the forged evidence then she’s feel so terrible because she knew about it and did nothing to stop it. She’d be just as responsible.Ema's like watching her in court to see if she'll do the right thing and she doesn't use the forged evidence and it's justbig sigh of relief.

Then after all That, Franziska really makes an effort to be better, because Ema was right, right about everything. It’s slow and messy and she still has trouble opening up to Ema. Ema is hesitant but can tell she’s trying. She’s not going to tolerate that shit again but she’s patient with Franziska and she knows this is hard for her to unlearn all that bullshit her father put her through.So basically what I’m saying is Franziska redemption it just took her A LOT longer to do and ended up falling pretty bad before doing the right thing and being a decent person.

#emaziska #shiny.txt #me: I can't write fics #also me: writes a bunch of bullshit like this for an AU #if only I could put it into words better I'd totally write more fics #Anonymous

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Title: Death Comes to Visit Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: The Night Manager Pairing/character: Jonathan Pine/Female Assassin Rating: FRM Summary: “What are you doing here?” Notes: I confess, I went through easily four different versions of this piece before writing it this way. You can read the assassin as yourself or an OFC if you like, just know Death is not her name nor is she meant to be Death literally, LOL!! It’s kinda long, has some violence, lots of smut, and is a bit dub-con (though not likely how you think) so it gets a “Read More”.

“What are you doing here?” Pine moves slow, cautiously. He’s run across Her before, fleeting brushes, just enough to know the danger. To know a visit was akin to meeting Death.

“Curiosity?” Death offers with a smile and shrug, looking around. “I think I’ve killed someone in here before...maybe it was a floor up, these rooms all start to look alike.” Smile spreads to grin, laugh. He scowls; she laughs all the more. “I’m sorry...your face!”

His hand knocks her windpipe, her head knocks the door. “Why are you in my room?” He demands.

“You worried?” One leg slips between two, body arches into his. “Don’t worry...” Her look, body, softens. “You’re not the target.”

There’s a gentle shake, like he’s vibrating against her, causing Death to sigh in a rush of pleasure. He could snap her neck, but he’s still afraid. “Who is?”

“Now what sort of professional would I be if I told you that?” She pouts playfully. “A very bad one.” His hand relaxes a touch and, finally, there’s enough room to counter and knock his hand away.

Pine comes back with a gun, she jams her foot down on his instep causing him to curse and lose balance. Death shoves hard; he and the weapon go flying in opposite directions. Before he can recover she pounces, legs on either side of his, knife over carotid.

“Hands.” Pelvis grinds down, hand presses blade in, until his hands show. “Above.”

Hands go above his head, though eyes remain blazing. Death is not a creature to show weakness to. Weakness is boring, weakness pathetic. Strength is respected. A willingness to fight, but knowledge enough to know when to placate, is delightful.

On strength alone he can take her, but once started it won’t end until one of them is dead...and in Death’s experience and mad determination his win is not guaranteed.

"Be nice or I’ll change my mind.” She truly does not wish to kill Pine, he fascinates too much. Soldier to hotelier to spy able to take down a man like Richard Roeper? That was impressive. That was...hot. “Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

She can almost believe him; if she ever believed anyone, she’d believe him now. Blade steady she leans down, lets his breath heat her lips, inhales his scent. Man and the ocean; it’s a nice combination. Only when Death catches a hand moving does she reassert with a press of the knife.

“Shhh...” It’s the sound of a man trying to sooth the beast, to gain its trust so it won’t tear him apart. Perhaps, if he can placate, he’ll get information or, at least, peace. Fingers spread - no weapon, no harm - caress the side of a porcelain face, cheek...brush across cherry lips.

It’s not intentional, but Death will always pounce on an opportunity. Lips part, teeth delicately pinch flesh before she pulls two digits into her mouth. He’s too unsure to pull back so merely watches, stunned. Tongue swirls, flicks and presses against fingertips. Death watches his eyes widen more as pupils dilate.

Unbidden, between clenched teeth, the moan escapes. It’s raw, rumbles his whole chest, vibrates against the woman’s thighs. Pine shifts in attempt to hide, distract, the sudden blood rush to his groin. He tries not to think how hard she sucks, the greediness with which her mouth goes down over his flesh, and how amazing that tongue would feel teasing the tip of his cock. He tries not to notice that Death beautiful.

The jab of his erection is unmistakable and she rolls hips to encourage. Pine’s eyes close, his moan grows louder...she copies the sound over his fingers. Pulls off with a wet suck, takes a third finger before starting again. Hips rock, ride, as his hard-on swells.

He arches, his other hand fights the urge to reach out and she releases the one she’s doting on. With a reminder press of the knife she leans body, mouth, lips, against his. Death kisses hard; demands not just a reply, but a submission. He’s not in charge, she is.

But she allows his hand to find her ass. To grip, pull towards him, against him, as she shifts his cock-bulge to hit her clit. Her tongue finds his, parries and thrusts, as growling moans counter hers. Death doesn’t wear undergarments, she leaks right onto his designer suit, juices soaking through until he can feel the wetness against his cock.

Trousers and boxers stick, give near delirious levels of friction, as she rides like he’s already inside of her. The blade is finally set aside - though still in reach - as Death takes fingers once coated in her spit and slips them inside of her. Pine’s eyes roll back; she’s wet, warm, and oh so tight.

Death’s lips curl into a smile, she turns attention and teeth to his neck. He grunts when she draws blood, groans as she laps it up. Fingers pump, curl, inside of her as Pine’s heart pounds against her marking mouth. She moves faster, curling her entire body up over him as hand grips her ass hard enough she’ll be marked. Death starts to let out high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

He’ll have to button up his shirt later and even that won’t be enough; he’ll need a story to tell. Not right now though, right now his mind’s blank as his cock twitches against the woman riding his fingers. She shakes against him as hard as he shakes against her. His other hand comes around, finds her clit, and shivers against it almost brutally.

“FUCK!!!” One hand on his chest, nails digging in, and the other going for the knife, she explodes. With every muscle curled, ready to strike, cunt clamps on his fingers as screams and juices flood out. Death forces herself against him, rides out the orgasm with grinds that trigger his own.

Pine arches into her, curses come through gritted teeth, as his release coats the inside of his trousers nearly as much as hers does the outside. His eyes flutter close, he works to catch his breath, before he feels the weight of Death leave him. His eyes reopen to see her, white sundress now clinging-damp to reveal sex and thighs.

She puts finger to her lips, walks backwards to the door, and slips out with blade in hand.

Later that evening Pine gets the call. His target - head of a terrorist syndicate - has been found dead in his penthouse of the same hotel. When he arrives Pine sees Death’s blade buried deep in the center of the man’s head. He lifts the small note off the body:

Sorry Baby, He knew anyway. X X X

When asked if he knows what it means Jonathan breathes in the lingering scent of her and smiles in gratitude. “I’ve no idea.” He lies.

I initially had this in 2nd person as Jonathan with Reader, but it never felt quite right so switched it to 3rd with a vaguer Reader/OFC line. Mostly I just wanted to play with the idea of a dub-con where it’s the guy doing the questionable/ reluctant consenting. Also, to be clear, “Death” totally saved Pine’s ass; his target had discovered who he really was. (PS: This all started with an idea from @creedslove that, sadly, I can no longer find the link for thanks to Tumblr lol!!)

(Gif found from Google!)

Tagging Who Might Care/Asked to be tagged in ALL the Tom fics: @welcome-to-fangirl-hell, @chibiyanai, @world-of-multi-imagines @lokilvrr @rizzo87 @tarithenurse ...If I forgot anyone, I’m sorry, I really need to make a tags masterlist or something, lol!

#Jonathan Pine #The Night Manager #smutty smut #violence #dubcon #assassins #come and play with me #give me the darkness #smexy violence #fanfiction #not my gifs #my writing

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lassieposting · 6 years

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I’m in a ridiculously sappy mood so: the “oh no he’s hot”, the “am I crushing??”, and “I’m in love” moment for val and skul individually

alkdfhldskfhladskfhlkd bless u moonie this was exactly the kind of cute i needed today

this post is three pages in word but contains no capital letters and minimal punctuation rip

VAL

oh no he’s hot:

“I know you are not about to strike my partner” is a big one. like a lot of the time, val basically wants skulduggery to butt out, she can handle herself and she doesn’t need any guy standing up for her. however! angry alpha skul is Hot and she does also kinda need his support at that point so

also: when she sees him in his war gear. leather. thigh holster. big badass sword. like. val would be dtf wartime general skul, hands down

(also like. in any resurrection!au, time travel!au or whatever where skuldug has a body, bedhead!skuldug gives val life)

am i crushing?

i mean i feel like val has had a lowkey crush on skulduggery since like, age 13, and she’s always been aware of it, and she’s embarrassed about it, and she refuses to admit it to anyone, but

she starts actually accepting it after davina marr calls her out. like, actually having someone bring it up to her in conversation - and tbh, the fact that marr didn’t like. mock her for it or tell her how disgusting it is to crush on skuldug - kind of pushes her to confront her own feelings.

and like tbh because she’s so young at this point her biggest concern isn’t that he wouldn’t feel the same, bc she doesn’t expect him to. she knows at that age that skul is Unavailable & it takes fuckin years for her to actually think of him as like. a dude that she could possibly have. but it terrifies her that he wouldn’t take her seriously. like. someone telling skuldug about her crush and then having him burst out laughing at her or give her the patronising “it happens to us all” talk would mortify her. Nobody Can Ever Know

aaaaand then ofc he’s back and completely insane and she has like six months or whatever of looking after him to deal with and anything else kind of gets pushed out of her mind bc he needs her very badly right now and like. she’s so glad to have him back. even if he’s nuts, she doesn’t care. & his wellbeing is very much a priority for her and her teenage feelings are very much not, so she just sort of leaves it be

i’m in love

so like. the obvious one is when she thinks he’s about to die and they’re standing in front of the accelerator and she blurts out that she loves him, but tbh i feel like she’s more concerned with realising she’s about to lose him than with ~the sudden realisation of her feelings~ so like

i’m really fond of the idea that while she’s in meek ridge she like, occasionally gets very lonely and tries out one night stands and makes some very bad decisions on tinder and like. bc she’s a detective, over the five years she realises that a) her one-night stands seem to fit a pattern (tall, charming, attractive voice) and b) she doesn’t really get anything out of them? because they’re just…poor substitutes for skulduggery. and like. the sex is one thing but afterwards if they want to cuddle or talk or whatever she gets really avoidant and like. kicks them out. because it’s really hitting her now that she’s got her rocks off that they’re not skulduggery, skulduggery is like four thousand miles away and she’s all on her own and maybe he won’t even be talking to her when she comes back - if she comes back - because she abandoned him and like

idk man i just feel like her Feelings™ hit her really hard at that point and she ends up eating her weight in pop tarts while listening to all his old voicemail messages

and then get jazzy on it happens once she’s realised this

SKUL

oh no she’s hot

when he sees val in her requiem ball dress that he bought. she just like. he doesn’t need to breathe but she takes his non-existent breath away. like skuldug has seen val in her standard ‘work clothes’ and he’s also seen her in ratty sweats and a dublin football jersey bc she does sleep over at his by this point, even if she’s on the couch, but like. the last time he saw her in a nice dress she was what, 13? and pouting, bc she didn’t want to be there, and she didn’t want to be wearing a dress, and she was mad at him

so like all of a sudden here she is and she’s very much a Young Woman and she looks all elegant and shit and hes just

like the tongue he doesn’t have stops working it’s not pretty

and by the time she actually gets to him bc girls take ages to walk anywhere in high heels he’s sorted himself out enough to be all smooth with the “you’re always beautiful”

also. vile has a massive one of these the first time he gets to fight darquesse, bc vile is a fuckin sadomasochist of epic proportions and dq trying to literally kill him is Hot, apparently, and it becomes considerably more difficult for skulduggery to like. dodge his feelings after that. because vile is not subtle. at all. and after that every time someone mentions darquesse/val vile-in-the-back-of-skulduggerys-head gets all ~excited~ and skul has to try and hush him so he can focus and like. vile knows you lyin skulduggery why you always lyin

am i crushing??

honestly i feel like the first time he asks himself this is when he’s ass-deep in ball gowns at the most expensive store google could recommend to him, trying to find something for her to wear to the requiem ball. like? he knows her well enough at this point to work out a) what would suit her and b) what she would like, without ever having seen her in a super posh dress before but girl clothes are hard

and like. at some point in the middle of umm-ing and aah-ing over whether val would prefer a sweetheart neckline or a round one, he does kind of pause and go wait, am i…?

because this is the kind of thing he’s always done for the special lady in his life. he shows affection by spending ridiculous amounts of money - he remembers feeling just as out of his depth in a 1700s dress shop looking for something for his wife as he does now, shopping for valkyrie. (although at least things were done by measurements back then…what on earth is a ‘size 12′?)

but then the woman who’s been bringing him dresses for the past twenty minutes helpfully tells him the exorbitant price tag of the one he’s holding and points out that the young lady in question will also need shoes and (potentially) appropriate underwear and his wallet and his brain are both screaming but he wants val to feel like the prettiest girl in the room at the ball and he forgets all about it tbh bc he’s Stressed

it comes up again a year later while he’s getting his house done up for val, and this time, he takes it seriously. it’s costing him an inordinate amount of money, and he’s doing it purely so that he can spend more time with her. so that she can sleep in her own bed at his house, and make her own meals in the kitchen if she wants to, and not have to go home when she needs to shower. so that he can keep her with him when she’s hurt, where he knows she’s safe. so that he’s got like. the noise and clutter and all that nonsense that she brings into his home. he wants her to have a home with him.

and like. skul’s old. he’s been here before, he knows he’s got The Feelings. like he’s mad, bc he promised himself No More Feelings, but, eh. that is a lost battle.

and he’s been gently flirting with her since the requiem ball, but he’s doing his best to ignore that

i’m in love

when he goes to pick her up from america. he’s had five years of being…not quite right. and like, he knows it’s because val isn’t there with him, he knows he misses her, he knows he wishes she’d come home, but he doesn’t realise quite how badly he’s been doing until he’s on her front porch looking at her and she’s looking at him and everything just. falls right back into place. like he’s home now.

it’s the same feeling he used to get when he’d come home from the front and his wife’s face would just light up at the sight of him even though he hadn’t bathed properly in days or longer and he looked horrific

like she literally is his home at this point, he’d probably have done better if he’d gone to america with her rather than be without her for that long

(basically, everyone else knew skulduggery was in love before skulduggery did.)

#mooncactus #valdug #like seriously don't read this if yall dont like valdug bc its SMUSHY]#and i have FEELINGS #I AM HAVING AN E M O T I O N #sp headcanons #skulduggery pleasant

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undiscovereduniverse · 6 years

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tagged by @annevbonny, @medusinestories @jamesbarlow @jaune-clair THANK YOU ALL <3 <3

rules: post the last sentence you wrote, and tag as many people as there are words in that sentence. I’m gonna ignore this because I haven’t written anything in months and I have no idea what my last sentence was!! Instead, I'll spoil another part of the fic that I will never finish, a post season 4 silverflinthamilton happy ever after in which the major plot point is silver telling flint about his past (I already spoiled my story for silver’s past a while ago, you can find it here: X ).

This time, I’ll spoil my favourite part of this fic: Thomas has a hard time accepting Miranda’s death, so to cope with his thoughts and feelings he writes her letters.

A little bit of context first:

Some years after the end of the war, Flint and Silver stumble upon each other by chance. Silver latches onto Flint - he doesn’t have anywhere to go or anything left to lose, after all - and follows him back to Flint’s and Thomas’ house. Silver stays with them - I don’t know if James or Thomas invites him or if Silver just decides not to leave. Thomas is curious about Silver, and his past with James. James mostly ignores Silver, is cold and distant to him.

Life hasn’t been easy for Thomas and James since they left the plantation. Their relationship is fragile, both their characters are changed and damaged. They live in a small house in a remote place, surrounded by trees, and James is happy there but Thomas desperately wants to return to society, to move closer to town and feel like he is at the center of the world again. Thomas writes to Miranda:

My dearest love,

Every day I miss you more than the day before, and I feel your absence especially now, with what is going on in this house. We have been working so hard to achieve some sort of peace between the two of us, James and I, but ever since he came back with that man… Everything feels off-balance.

He steals, he lies, he thieves. He is completely devoid of morals or ideals. He is utterly selfish. I do not trust him – how could I, after everything he did to James?

You would have liked him, I am convinced. You would have known how to handle him. I am trying the best I can, but the years have eroded any sense of patience I ever had, and I find it all too easy to lash out at him, to make harsh and bitter comments about what he did to James. Do not be mistaken – do not think I am bullying him. I assure you that Mr Silver is not soft, and he strikes back at me with equal vigour.

It does not seem like he will be leaving any time soon, so I will tolerate him, for James. I have hope for us, that we will find a new balance between the two of us, no matter how long it will take. I love him so dearly, even after so long, even after all the years we forcibly spent apart. His return to me is a gift from the Gods that I will cherish, and will not easily let go.

As I am writing this, I can imagine clearly how you would laugh at me, your soft-hearted, hard-headed husband, making things more difficult for himself than they need be. Oh, how I wish you were here to tell me.

Yours, as always,

Thomas.

Thomas has a job in town, at a newspaper or something like that, while James stays at the house and works in their garden most of the time. Silver has been living with them for a while now, and has started to tell James parts of his past. James is wary at first, but slowly relaxes around Silver.

Dear Miranda,

A man who feels confident of himself, who appreciates what he has, will not long for things he cannot possess. Jealousy is a weakness, and I am a weak man – more so than I have ever known myself to be. I am embarrassed to admit it, but I recognise it and it is true. I am jealous of Mr Silver. The way he and James interact… They move so naturally together, even in their arguments and banter. They click, they fit, while everything between James and me has been difficult and painful. We are still locating each other’s sores, find ourselves pushing too hard in places where it hurts, without meaning harm.

He knows James in ways that I never will. He has seen James in ways that I never will. He understands James in ways that I never will.

And yet, I cannot bring myself to hate him. He makes it so difficult when it should be so easy. A couple of days ago, I came home and tried to pull off my scarf but it had somehow formed a knot that I could not untangle and things at the paper had not been running smoothly as they should that day and this was the drop that made the bucket overflow. I pulled and pulled and pulled at the scarf which of course only made the knot tighter – you should have seen me: pure frustration and rage, all pointed at an inanimate object. I would have surely strangled myself and suffocated if not for Mr Silver. He saw my struggle – and feeling his eyes on me only made things worse – but he came up to me and put his hands over my fumbling fingers, and he looked at me with those deep blue eyes, that strangely kind and gentle face… It was so unexpected. He could have laughed at me, teased me for being such a fool. Everything became too much and to my embarrassment I started crying. I felt so helpless and I couldn’t even take my anger out on Mr Silver because he was being uncharacteristically nice to me. I could not be so mean.

I stood there, sobbing, while he told me a story about his family, something about how his mother used to be inconsolable while his sister was the easiest thing to cheer up and make forget her sorrows, a story of which I cannot remember the point right now but it does not matter because it was obviously something he made up for whatever purpose – to soften me, to knead me, I do not know.

I do not know how much longer I can take this.

A lot of things happen between this letter and the last - Silver being completely open about his past to Flint, Silver and Flint finally finding out that they love each other and giving in to their feelings, Thomas giving Silver’s beard a trim after which they share a careful first kiss between them, and eventual OT3 happiness.

My dearest Miranda,

There was a time when I could make sense of the world, or at least I thought I could. Everything has changed. I do not see much sense anymore, in the things that fate puts on our path, in the things people do to each other, in the things I feel.

This realisation had me lost and adrift for a while, but I am slowly learning to appreciate that this strange world of ours can bring forth the strangest of coincidences, the most unexpected moments of luck. Of happiness.

I was unhappy in this house, living so far away from society, but I understood how much James needed this, the sense of peace and simplicity that this place brought him, so I stayed here with him until I could not bear it anymore. You know how he is – so eager to please the ones he loves. The moment he learnt of my unhappiness in this place, he promptly decided that we would move, no matter his own feelings. I felt guilty, and relieved, and then even more guilty. I do not know where we will eventually come to live, but for now it does not matter, because we are leaving this place to travel to the Continent, per John’s request. Yes, John, of all people, seems to have brought up the solution to our housing problem for now. Apparently, he spent parts of his youth in places in the Dutch Republic and England, and he wishes to go back to these places. James has decided to go with him, and I am definitely not staying behind, so here we are – packing our bags for a grand voyage across the ocean.

I still miss you so very much. I still feel like you could walk through the door any moment, in a brightly-coloured dress and with a warm smile on your face. With each day that goes by, your loss becomes a little more bearable. Perhaps the thought that helps is that James and I are happy, and that this makes you happy too, wherever you may be.

And, well. I am starting to believe that John could have an indispensable part in our happiness. He still annoys me as much as the first day I met him, but I see how much James loves him and… Miranda, please do not tell anyone but I might be starting to love him too.

I do not know when I will be able to write to you again. Until then, I am sending you lots of love and an infinite number of kisses,

Thomas.

I know it’s dumb because I wrote all of this myself but every time I read Thomas’ letters I start crying sldkfjdsklsdlkf

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