#which; as you can imagine; is a little confusing for ezra! but it's okay he doesn't need answers this is fine he hAS NO FEELINGS
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So This Was A Little More Angsty Than I Recalled...
We’re probably both going to be bruised black and blue by the time this is over, Ezra thinks, blocking a hard swing and throwing it right back. The sun was setting when they started, and it’s nearly dark now.
Sabine’s eyes glow too gold for comfort in the dusky night. Just like he has every day for the last month, he bites his tongue and holds back his questions.
Hera and Zeb won’t tell him about whatever happened to Sabine on Malachor, Kanan and Okadiah are as lost as Ezra is, and if Ahsoka knows anything, she’s not telling. When Ezra brought it up to Mom and Dad, they just told him to be there for Sabine.
He’s been trying.
Sabine has not been cooperating.
So after a month of being there with no success, Ezra gave up and decided that it was time for some non-optional friendship bonding time, but even his best efforts at finding a so-bad-it’s-good holofilm like they used to watch together, even after making some really good movie snacks, all for her, she sulked and complained the whole time, being so—so—infuriating that before he knew it, they were yelling in each others’ faces about tropes.
Ezra stopped yelling, stopped the film, took her by the arm, dragged her outside into the Atollon landscape, and said that they were going to beat the crap out of each other.
(For Mandalorians, sparring is training, recreation, and even courtship. He figured… maybe it would work as therapy, too?)
He doesn’t feel bad about throwing the first punch, because she hit back twice as hard. Ezra thinks his lip is split from a hard hit to the front of his helmet, and Sabine’s knuckles are scraped raw and bloody. They circle each other, slower now than when they started. Her hair has blown out of her braid and sticks to her face in the heat.
It’s a little bit pretty, but now definitely isn’t the right time to think about that.
Sabine rolls one shoulder—he thinks it’s where he landed a decent punch.
“Had enough, tin can?” she demands, but the tension has started to drain from her body and she sounds a little closer to playful than he thought she could ever be again.
“Not if you’ve still got that attitude, wizard girl.”
“You’re gonna regret that,” Sabine warns. She settles into a stance, rocking a little, coiled like a spring.
“Probably,” Ezra agrees.
She draws a breath, and Ezra must have blinked or something, because in the space of an instant, she’s flown at him. He can barely see her in the dark and even the night vision in his helmet doesn’t help.
But he has a split second of advantage. In pure chance, she overextends, and he slams into her, sending them both tumbling through the Atollon dust.
She’s up on her feet again right away—or at least she would be, but Ezra snags her wrist, and drags her back down, flipping over so she’s neatly pinned beneath him.
All he needs is a knife to hold to her throat and it would be a near-perfect replica of the scene in the holofilm that started their stupid fight in the first place.
Sabine doesn’t say anything. She just lies on her back in the dust, looking up at him with the eyes that always seemed to see through his mask, but now they don’t look like they’re seeing anything. He hopes she’s processing her emotions and not disassociating.
Ezra is about to move off of her when something catches his eye, and he brushes some of her hair away from her face. It clings—not with sweat, but with blood. There’s a cut on her cheek.
“Did I hurt you?” he breathes, not sure what he’s even saying, and he draws away.
Flying up, her hand seizes his wrist, gripping painfully tight, even as her sharpening gaze fixes right where his eyes would be.
Ezra swallows dryly. The look she gives him is making him feel a thousand things that he doesn’t really want to sort out, now or ever.
“Sabine?” he asks. “What…”
He trails off. Her thumb slides to the little space between his glove and his sleeve, pulling the cloth back. Never looking away from his face, she pulls his arm up and softly kisses the pulse of his wrist.
“You’re dangerous, Ezra,” she smiles, breath on his skin.
Then, like the Spectre she is, Sabine is gone.
#ezra and sabine: this is a perfectly normal way to handle our traumas and requited but unacknowledged feelings for each other!#yeah so Sabine still has trauma but it's DIFFERENT trauma so she's slightly better at admitting she has feelings#ezra on the other hand...#'don't be ridiculous i have no feelings whatsoever for sabine. sure i would die for her. that doesn't mean anything.'#(he's secretly afraid that his adoptive buire are still alive and will be not-mad-just-disappointed that he's crushing on a jedi)#but sabine isn't entirely emotionally healthy either and due to her Specific Trauma she tends to swing back and forth#between shutting down/completely ignoring him and basically saying to his face#that the only reason she hasn't pinned him to the wall ripped his helmet off and kissed him senseless is that she respects his creed#which; as you can imagine; is a little confusing for ezra! but it's okay he doesn't need answers this is fine he hAS NO FEELINGS#and okadiah (the only Emotionally Competent person on the Ghost) is watching them like#'i'm no therapist but if i may offer some advice—'#FUN FACT I FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHO TO SWAP ZEB WITH#so he's a jedi and Fulcrum! and Ahsoka was a royal guard to the queen of Shili!#and chopper died instead of okadiah BUT he's a droid so they installed his memory in the Ghost and now he lives in the ceiling#until they can find him a new droid body#twin blades and beskar au#lifeswap au#sabezra
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I deduced that my followers enjoy the ramblings of loquacious bibliophiles, so I've decided to share my live-tweeted Kenobi III reactions here instead of my personal blog. Spoiler warning should be obvious.
I'm still very focused on how Reva / Moses' character will be treated and am happy to see Vader respecting Reva in Vader's way.
"How does the Force work" "not like that" feels like a reference to Ep. 7 "That's not how the Force works!" - Han
Obi-Wan describing it as turning on the light is a beautiful visual and honestly reminds me to meditate more often.
I also keep recalling portions of text from Clone Wars: Wild Space and would like to again recommend that literature.
I don't mind the voiceovers from previous films but if it continues much longer I will feel it's a bit... indulgent
Mapuzo hasn't been mentioned before which I conclude from its limited Wookiepedia chronicling - edit - it was apparently mentioned in a game.
Obi's hallucination of ROTS Ani reminds me of Ezra's visions of Maul. How sweet for Leia to ground Obi - it echoes of the "sins of the father" question that haunts ROTJ.
Reva is the smartest and most awesome Inquisitor. Why is everyone still sleeping on that. Oh yeah, because the Empire is inherently corrupt and doesn't actually value talent. Just loyalty.
"Father, aren't you going to say hello?"
Ewan: DOES NOT SAY HELLO THERE
Obi sitting in his same spot on a transport in his same robes doing his same arm pose... he "cannot help what he is."
SOMETIMES WHEN I LOOK AT LUMA I SEE HER MOTHERS FACE
NO NO NO NO I CANT CRY ALREADY THEY CANT DO THIS ITS OUTRAGOUS ITS UNFAIR
Ahhhh Leia's wondering about her parents - first of all, she's SO STRONG with the Force - second of all, what wonderful foreshadowing for the Star Wars: Bloodlines novel.
Leia and Obi-Wan can already communicate with each other through glances. I like how she is confident that he is trustworthy even though she still knows he's not being completely honest with her. An interesting distinction, to be sure.
A friend pointed out last night that they did a great job not spoiling her role here. The trailer made it look like it would be all about Luke and thus far it is NOT and I am NOT complaining. MORE LEIA
20:02 I need a gif of Tech saying "Oh good, a probe droid."
Action hero Obi-Wan has entered the chat!!! The dramatic head raise. Deadeye shot. SO Uncivilised.
The way she runs toward him in her little green Endor-foreshadowing jacket like a human Grogu to Mando
Knowing Aurebesh is such a problem because now I have to pause this all the kriffing time...
Leia introducing herself to the droid and introducing her droid to the droid because droids ARE life forms and obviously her parents would because blah blah blah you already know.
"You're not the first Jedi to come through here" EXCUSE ME MA'AM IM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT
Jedi Order symbol scratched onto the wall Leia and Lola are looking at. Cant really make out the Aurebesh name because its so scratchy... wait, wait, I've got a signal coming in... LR_E. Best I've got. Was really hoping for a major easter egg like "Ashla."
Oh kriff there's actually a ton of names... I don't have time for this, someone else on the internet can do it
I SPOKE TOO SOON!!! QUINLAN KRIFFING VOS YES YES YES PLEASE GET MY GUY BACK INTO LIVE ACTION!!!!
This droid's lower limbs look like clone armor from the back..
Oh no, I was right... again. You know that shot from the trailer that we thought was an armored clone's butt? Yeah it was the loader droid from the safehouse 😦 Damn I am so disappointed right now.
Shit I didn't think we'd see Vader so soon. Can you imagine how CONFUSING it would be for Obi? Like wtf IS THAT
Ooh I did not miss how Reva was startled by Vader's callousness toward the civvies.
Echoing in my head: Vader's "I sense a presence... once I haven't felt since...." from Ep IV
When Jedi say "I'll be right behind you" they literally NEVER MEAN THAT. See: Kanan Jarrus, etc.
Okay very interested to see how they're going to manage the transition between Ep 3 and Ep 4 lightsaber duel style.
I recall on Mustafar that Obi-Wan KNEW Anakin was his equal, so he utilized Anakin's hubris against him by manipulating him to make stupid decisions, coaxing him onto dangerous platforms, even - I know - the high ground. And I'm seeing that here too, he's looking around his environment for an advantage, whereas Vader is just stalking him down.
Oh no, Obi-Wan released some fog for Vader to walk through. Anakin just haaaaaaaates that 😉
"I am what you made me" ugh, I mean, I expected that, but that's pathetic. Own your mistakes, Anakin. You're angry with yourself.
Damn that was brutal, not like it was unexpected but good gracious I could not watch the fire scene. Tala is great but their escape was too easy. Droid is great. Reva supremacy. The end. Can't wait for next week. QUINLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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wait wwhat i dont have any real ones bc lesbanse but what about fake male celeb crushes Like. Random men you chose to pretend to think of as hot for seeming straight purposds 😭😭
I think i chose:
francisco lachowski (i find him so hideous with his beard.... and I remember being grossed oht when i went to look at shirtless pictures of him as part of the act. Literally liks "yess... im suuuch a man liking girl. Not at all a lesbian..EW YCUCK! put your SHIRT bback on!!!" Im actually so confused thinking back to it. Why did i do these things)
I forgot my reason for picking him but it mightv been from searching "most attractive man. male models."
Dylan o brien because Cindy Kimberly was obsessed with him and i was obsessed with her for a short period of time (not even as much as a crush though shes very beautiful but bc i wanted to look like her because... face dysmorphia) i always thought dylan was so hilariously stupid looking but i was liek "heyy we should watch teen wolf for the totaly sexyyy dylan o brien.. 😏" to my best friend at the time
Ezra miller (I KNOW) because my friend was obsessed with ezra miller, i made my phone background him while finding him so ugly, because my friend was like hes sooo cute lets watch every movie of his. This was before the... all of it. But still deranged 😭😭 id watch edits of him from the movie where hes a school shooter and just look like 😶 🤨 while the comments are saying how hot he is!!
And finally like 3 yrs ago, "Wilbur Soot" the mcyt guy.... yeah. Guess why? Bcc a friend was obsessed wwith him 😭😭😭😭
Consistently being a little liar, woohoo🎉
okay so like. i can see why women might find him attractive. i feel completely neutral about his appearance which i guess is a good sign? i dont know… but he looks symmetrical so good for him. also when googling him a shirtless pic popped up and i had the same reaction as u 😭truly idk what the appeal is when it comes to men’s bodies. theyre lacking boobies which looks wrong and shaped weird…
absolutely horrendous. basically all his featured combined together are wrong. he reminds me of a monkey a little idk why.
i had to google “ezra miller hot” just to find a semi-decent picture of him… and still what came up was meh at best. he looks like a semi-decent looking eastern european-ish man. his nose looks wrong and his eyes are very far apart but i imagine women with his exact features would be beautiful. also his jaw is like that one guy on tiktok
and the last guy…
hes okay… i guess… but i saw pics of him not smiling and he looks very ugly in them. he looks alright when hes smiling. i hate his vibe tho…. hes suspicious
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Hi, I have a request 🤗
Colin Zabel and reader like she’s suspect of a crime but they have a night together before and They are shocked when found each other again.
She’s younger than him, I don’t know if you already watched Pretty Little Liars but if you did. It’s like when Aria meet Ezra
❤️

Suspect (Colin x Reader)
a/n: i watched pll ageees ago and can’t really remember anything about it so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. also, once again, I have no clue about any judicial processes or anything like that so lets just use our imagination and pretend that this is accurate.
wordcount: 1.7k
warnings: slight mention of anxiety
Your stomach had long since been reduced to a tight knot of deep-rooted nerves, your skin tight dress doing nothing to quell the almost nauseating apprehension that had your mouth completely dry and your fingers trembling. You swallowed in a vain attempt to rehydrate your mouth as your taxi pulled up in front of the newly opened restaurant in the main quarter of town. Checking your phone, you swiped onto Colin’s name, checking for the fifth time that hour that you had the right place and time. You paid, stalling slightly by wishing the driver a pleasant night before stepping into the cool air, the street lamps bright overhead. The warmth of the restaurant was welcome on your bare legs as you stepped through the front door, the smile of the waiting on staff situated by the small front desk even warmer as they asked if you had a reservation. You nodded, clearing your throat and giving Colin’s name, unsure as to whether he was already here or not. He was, and your nerves were dulled just a fraction as he spotted you being lead to the table, his smile the warmest of them all as he stood and brought you into a tight embrace.
He pulled out your chair for you, coaxing a small smile to your face, before maneuvering around the table and falling into his own seat across from you.
You glanced at him, a furry of butterflies replacing the sickening nerves that had graced your stomach mere moments before, the undeniable attractiveness of his kind features a pleasant surprise; for your first time meeting, you were unsure how true to reality the pictures on his tinder profile would be and here he was, proving that your initial attraction to his pictures was more than justified.
“Hi.” He said simply, his eyes alight with excitement as he beheld you in slight disbelief; he had honestly not expected you to show, and your presence was both relieving and enthralling as he took in your face, half shadowed in the dim light of the quiet corner of the restaurant you had been allocated.
“Hi.” You responded, offering him a warm smile before introducing yourself, delving into the conversation to combat the awkwardness that threatened to stunt your meeting. Colin indulged in your conversation too, the small space between you warming, the flowing exchange being interrupted only when a waitress came to ask for your food and drink orders.
The service was quick, and soon you were completely at ease in Colin’s presence, the two of you musing about the high quality of the food and stealing sips of each others wine.
“So, you said that you did detective work?” You questioned when your previous topic of conversation ran dry.
“Yeah,” he began, taking a deep drink of his wine before indulging in your question. “I have a big case starting tomorrow, I’m a little nervous.” He admitted with a vulnerable smile. “Why?” You question, cocking your head slightly and taking a bite of your food. He paused, a mouthful of food poised on his fork as he carefully considered your question.
“Well, we only have one suspect. And I usually specialise in homicide or missing person cases. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this but it’s a very complex, on running fraud case.” You paused, swallowing your food and flicking you eyes down at you partly cleared plate, your earlier nerves returning with twice as much vigour.
“Oh right.” You nodded, your confidence and tone wavering. He regarded you with interest at your sudden evident change in demeanor, his tongue working within the confines of his closed mouth to clear the food from his teeth.
You cleared your throat, attempting to shift the change in mood and topic of conversation with it. Colin’s brow creased gently as you kept your gaze averted from his, bringing another mouthful of food up to your lips as he surveyed you.
He allowed you to change the conversation, the two of you relaxing as the previous amiable exchange returned, the two of you clearing your plates and finishing off your shared bottle of wine, talking and laughing softly together.
Your mood fell once more when your plates were cleared, your shoulders curving inwards; you knew what had to happen next. After what Colin had just revealed to you, and the actions to which you had stooped to in the past year, you knew what you had to do when he offered you a lopsided smile, his accompanying words painfully tempting: “I’m not ready to leave yet. Dessert?”
You exhaled slowly, your smile turning sad. Reaching into your clutch, Colin’s dark eyes fell dull as you pulled out a twenty dollar bill, chucking it on the table and thanking him before standing to leave.
“Wait!” Colin exclaimed, a slight pleading tone entering his voice. He lurched to his feet, reaching out and taking hold of your wrist. You turned, the dejected look on his face cracking your heart in two. “I’m sorry,” he blurted, “I didn’t realise that you weren’t having a good time.”
“No.” You said hurriedly, your head shaking fervently. “No. Colin, I’ve had an amazing night.” You admitted, Colin’s eyes flashing with hope. The next words were horribly painful to form, your eyes having to drop to the floor in order to let the words out. “I just don’t see this working.” You admitted to his feet, pulling your wrist gently from his grasp. “Thank you. I’m sorry.” The words were whispered, your eyes flicking to his as you offered him a parting smile before turning, forcing the tears that formed in your eyes to remain hidden as you pulled out your phone to book a taxi back home.
Colin watched you go, utterly confused as his eyes remained trained on your back until you disappeared out the front door, his arm falling to hang limp at his side.
For the second time that week, your stomach was infested with nerves, your chest tight and leg bouncing in the empty waiting room, your carefully crafted alibi swirling around and around in your head. Your fingers shook as you ran them over your face, every muscle in your body tightening to the point of pain when you heard a door open and close down the hallway, the sound echoing through the quiet of the empty corridor to your ears. Exhaling deeply, you fortified your mind, reminding yourself what was about to happen and how you were going to deal with it.
“Y/n?” Your head jerked up in the direction of the voice. The kindly receptionist that had directed you to the waiting room twenty minutes earlier offered you an easy smile, beckoning you. “He’s ready for you now.” You nodded, swallowing and wincing when the dry walls of your throat rubbed together. You stood and took the directions the reception provided you with to the door at the bottom of the short hallway to the right, installing feigned confidence in your steps and trying to shake the anxious anticipation racking your body.
You knocked on the door before pushing it open and stepping inside, your gaze dropping to the small table at the centre of the room, a neat stack of papers sitting before a painfully familiar man.
The two of you froze in unison, the dread swirling in your gut only worsening as Colin’s mouth formed a thin line, his elbows braced on the edge of the table and his hands clasped together beneath his chin. Your mouth parted with the icy surprise that doused the entirety of your being.
“Come in.” He motioned to the seat opposite him, his tone tense and his eyes weary as they tracked your journey from the door to the chair he indicated to with a nod of his head.
You perched on the chair, averting your gaze to instead stare at the hands you had clasped together in your lap.
“It all made sense when I read your file this morning.” Was all he said, not allowing any indication to how he felt about having to question you enter his tone, blocking out the memory of how you had left him at the restaurant with no warning and becoming completely professional.
“I just have a few questions for you to answer and then you can leave.” At your silence, your eyes transfixed on your lap, he continued: “But based on the amount of evidence we have gathered against you, I don’t think that this will be our last meeting. And not in the way that I had hoped.”
Remaining utterly silent, you nodded shallowly in acknowledgement of his tensely spoken words.
“Do you submit to this questioning, yes or no?” He continued on a lengthy sigh. You rose your chin to look at him, muttering a reluctant “yes” and glancing back down at the clean surface of the table before you as you awaited his first question.
Your alibi was weak and Colin had torn through it in a matter of minutes, an utterly irritable demeanour settling over him as the questioning commenced, your responses becoming weaker and weaker until you finally gave in, asking Colin to repeat his previous questions and offering him the truthful answers.
By the end of your questioning, you sat low in your chair, your eyes settling on anything but the man sat before you, feeling completely and utterly dejected as the sound of Colin’s pen scribbling on various thin sheets of paper filled the small room.
You forced your humiliated, guilt-fuelled tears to remain hidden within your tear ducts, your teeth clamping down hard on your lower lip when it threatened to quiver of its own accord.
“Okay.” Colin sighed after several minutes of uncomfortable silence and meeting your teary eyes, his own gaze weary. “I need you to come with me for processing and then we’ll take it from there.” You didn’t bother asking what he meant but stood when he pushed himself to his feet and trailed him out of the door, not even able to watch Colin’s back as he lead you down the corridor, bracing yourself for whatever was to come next.
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im back!! well not totally back, but i have a treat for you ;)
idk if you are comfortable with sex tapes, if youre not you can ignore this
it's about nev with the hot popular person who everybody wants :)
okay so, the reader and neville are dating in secret, but the reader wants neville to tell people that theyre dating, and as neville expected, no one believed him
neville is sad and the reader wants to cheer him up, so, why not have sex with him right? it's the best way to cheer someone up
but the reader wants to spice things up with the idea of recording a sex tape
nev is like "sure! why not?" cause he LOVES that kind of thing
they record the sex tape, they watch it, and they watch it again, and again, and they love it, and they do it again...
a few days later the tape was """""accidentaly""""" leaked
and everyone watch it, and they are SO FUCKING SURPRISED due to the fact that not only neville is dating the hottest person in school, but also cause in the tape, he is fucking them into oblivion, and people never thought about neville being a dom and rough during sex, actualy people didnt even imagined that neville had sex SHDISKDJJS
now sweet neville is happy and can hug and kiss his fit s/o in the hallway with confidence cause now, everybody knows he has a hot s/o and a massive dick
thank u for your atention <3
idk if this has anything to do with exhibition, but if it does, hope you liked it cause i know you have a kink for that
~🌻
PRONOUNS: SHE/HER
erkkr 🌻 anon, you remembered one of my kinks? pls that's so cute ily <3 also I didn't know which pronouns you wanted so if you want I can probably go back and change it if these aren't to your liking!
"I know you're upset Nev, but this was your idea in the first place darling." (Y/n) said, straddling the boy as they stroked his cheek. She placed a peck on his lips, pulling away to look into his hazel eyes.
"I-I know but I didn't think that would include me having to watch blokes flirt with you and be able to do nothing about it!" He huffed out, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist. (Y/n) stood up in front of him, a flirty look present on her face.
"Well," she started as she began to unbutton her shirt, dropping then thin white material to reveal her bra, "There is something you can do about it." his face flushed as he motioned her over, pulling her panties down before stuffing them in his back pocket. Gripping her waist with one hand, he used his other to flip up her skirt, revealing her slick covered folds.
"Yeah? What would that be pretty girl, having me mark you up? Leave bites and bruises all over this pretty little body of yours?" The boy ran his thick digits along her messy cunt, chuckling as she whimpered, nodding and urging him to go further. "Use your words, bunny."
"P-please touch me Nev. Want you to mark me and make me yours.." she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head as his thick fingers curved inside of her, letting out a sigh as he began to pump them in and out. The girl climbed into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder as he began to speed up his pace, tips brushing against the spongy surface of her cervix. Her eyes landed on her phone across the room, still positioned on the tripod from a photoshoot she had of herself earlier. "W-wait, I wanna try something...."
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(Y/n) was completely confused. Ever since she had made her way from her room this morning, eyes followed her every move. That wasn't the uncommon part, no that happened quite a bit. The uncommon part was the unusual whispers that came with them. She felt relieved when her friends approached her, same treatment as they usually gave her.
"Ya know (Y/n), I should've known you'd go for someone like Longbottom. I mean I never saw the appeal but after seeing that little tape of yours, I can see why!" Sasha giggled, nudging her friend along with Sophie on the girl's other side. (Y/n) felt herself grow dizzy.
"T-tape?!" she squeaked, watching as Sophie pulled her phone out, handing it over to the girl. (Y/n) watched herself on the screen with wide eyes.
Tossled hair, puffy lips, and thick mascara tears running down her face, she watched as Neville lifted her up flush against his chest, tightening the grip he had around it. He smirked into the camera, pulling out of her as he rubbed his monster of a cock along her folds, light reflecting off the piercing in the tip. His dick was a sight, long and thick, inches upon inches covered with a mix of their juices.
(Y/n) let out a series of whimpers, crying and whining from the loss of him inside of her, causing him to turn her head to look at him some. He pecked her lips before turning her messy face to look at the camera. He looked down at her, eyes filled with lust and admiration.
"Tell the camera who's you are, pet or daddy's not putting it back in." He stated, continuing to rub and slap his cock along her folds. She whimpered, blabbering something incoherent which caused him to cackle. "Oh come on, puppy, daddy knows you can do better than that."
"Y-yours Nev! Daddy's whore." she cried out, letting out a series of yesses as he slid back into her at full force. "G-good, feels so good! Neville's good girl, all yours." he released his firm grip on her face, patting it gently as he tightened his hand around her throat more, continuing to fuck her as he admired his work in the reflection of the phone screen.
"I-I've seen enough! Here, take it back." she shrieked, handing the phone back to her friend trying to ignore the heat in her cheek and the pooling in her panties (which she was lucky Neville hadn't taken already). "Let's go, I've gotta find him!"
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Neville had been enjoying the attention he had been receiving all day. How could he not? All those poor, jealous, lovesick boys envious of him? Some of the most well known boys in the castle, begging him for even a word of what his baby's cunt feels like. He'd never tell them though, he had so snarkly replied to each one of them with something along the lines of 'you've got a hand, I'm sure you can use your imagination'. However one thing was obvious: he'd never miss the opportunity to brag about it to the boys.
"I just, I'm in shock! You're fucking (L/n)?!" Ron exclaimed, standing up from the ratty couch as he ran his fingers through his hair. Neville chuckled, smirking some as he examined his friends' jealous expressions.
"Well I'm not just fucking her, she's my bird." he shrugged, as if it wasn't the most shocking thing they'd heard in a while.
"Yeah, yeah that's nice. Not to be rude but," Harry cleared his throat as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "You have sex? Was she your first time?"
"(Y/n)? God no. I was hers however." he turned his attention back to his phone screen, which everyone's eyes was currently on. Since most, if not all the castle had seen it, what was the problem with watching it with the boys?
"I'm not surprised Neville has sex, he's my boy!" Seamus exclaimed, patting the boy in question's back way too hard. "I'm more so surprised that he's a beast of a man, like look at that!"
Neville spit in the girl's mouth, hooking his fingers on the inside of her mouth. He used his leverage on it to hold her up, stretching her mouth back as he continued to pound her. (Y/n) let out multiple screams and moans, tears continuing to poor down her face.
"God she's so pretty like that." Neville sighed, leaning back as he looked at the ceiling. However, something caught his attention out the corner of his eye. He smiled as a familiar set of beautiful (s/c) legs made their way over to him. Seamus quickly turned off the screen, all of them freezing up as the girl and her posse stopped in front of them.
"Wow, I-"
"You're, you're..."
"I-I..."
"Hi petal, you alright?" He asked, hovering above the girl as he stroked her cheek. She nodded some before pouting.
"Yeah, I would be better if half the school hadn't seen my tits before the time I even woke up! How'd you manage to leak it anyways?" she whispered, hiding her face in his chest to avoid the horny gazes of his friends.
"To be fair, I thought I hit your name not all contacts!" he lied, causing her to look up. She looked at his ears before gasping looking back up at him again as she punched his shoulder.
"Neville Longbottom, you leaked it on purpose?! Don't even lie again, your ears always get red when you lie!" she huffed out, turning away from him. "I wouldn't have had a problem with releasing it if you had just asked. I will admit though, it is kinda nice not having to hide and sneak around anymore."
"I'm still not over the fact that he has a piercing.....and thigh tattoo!" Dean finally spoke up, catching everyone's attention. It grew silent for a bit before they all began to laugh.
"Well there's a lot you don't know about me."
"I think it's better that way after this. I don't know how much more Neville I wanna get to know."
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Prickle: Ezra x F! Reader
A/n: Okay, so don’t know what the hell this is. I was trying to go to sleep a few days ago and this just kind of popped in there, the idea of Ez giving the reader a weird nickname. I swear I have a more serious, put together fic in the works, but this demanded my attention first. I meant this to be short, but I suck at keeping things short.
warnings: language, angst, mild violence, lil bit of fluff, no beta
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He calls you Artichoke. Since hiring you on, Ezra has thrown a string of nicknames at you, mostly botanical or avian, some referencing things you have never heard of, and this is the one that stuck. Cee is Little Bird most of the time, until she indulges in teen-age surliness and then she's Channel Rat. You are Artichoke. Which would be fine, except you don't have the foggiest idea of what an artichoke is. Nothing about the word triggers anything in your brain.
You are not so well-travelled as Ezra and Cee. You grew up on Falnost, a dusty little fly speck of a moon, only colonized because it orbits a gas giant with lush rings, perfect for ice-mining operations. Falnost has one port city that caters to people who come downworld on leave. The rest is cattle and corn. Nothing to do but pull rocks out of the ground, dig irrigation ditches and spread the sandy dirt with live bacteria concentrates in hopes of convincing the ground to grow something. Not a place for fancy words or much beyond a standard technical education. You scrimped and saved and bought your passage off-world as soon as you could, and you've been drifting ever since. Puggart Bench was the closest you've been to civilization, and even that seemed overwhelming and a bit weird. You suspect artichoke is something from the inner worlds, but you have no idea what it could be. What if it's something bad, or nasty like a channel rat? What if Ezra's been making fun of you, calling you this name?
It started two drops ago on Sammana. You were there to harvest lattice corals. Sammana once had a deep liquid ocean, but now all that was left were vast, glittering salt-flats. It was hot on Sammana. The air, while not toxic, stank like sun-dried shit. The corals themselves were fragile and you had to dig through the salt-pan with hand tools to get to them. By the end of the first day, your hands were raw and sobbing from a hundred salt-burnt cuts. You were hired on as muscle, but Ezra's been teaching you the trade as well. Many hands make light work, he said, and dimpled at his own joke, being down one hand himself.
The dig did not go well. The corals you were finding were few and of mediocre quality at best. Enough to keep you fueled and flying, but little else. There was less than a cycle before you had to catch the slingback and even Ezra's mood was dark.
"I'm callin it," he said, after a small and brittle coral crumbled in his hand. "We got enough to get us onto the next job. Fueled and flying, right?"
"Fueled and flying," you echoed back, grabbing the railgun and taking point. Camp was some ways and the sun overhead felt like a physical weight grinding down on you. The railgun was heavy, sweat ran into your eyes and pooled under your body armor. So much miserable effort for so little reward. Today's pull was a pittance, a little extra fuel, a little extra data bandwidth and that's all. You swiped the sweat from your eyes for the hundredth time today. You were over it. Camp resolved itself out of the heat-glitter rising up from the salt crusted ground, the drop pod sitting in a crater of shattered salt, the tent next to it, hooked up to the pod's RTG by a thick braided cable. The tent's flaps were open. Someone was moving inside.
"Oh, hell no!" You pelted towards camp, railgun raised, the figure paused, and then continued rifling through the tent. He had your trophy case at his feet, what little you've been able to collect over the last cycles and this bastard meant to take all of it.
"Hands in the air motherfucker!" The thief dropped his haul and raised his hands. "The fuck out of the tent, right fucking now!" You felt Ezra and Cee behind you, heard their hard breaths.
"I didn't mean nothin," he says, "I thought this camp was abandoned--" And something snapped in you. Never in your life had you been this angry.
"Bullshit you did! Abandoned with the pod still hot?" You primed the railgun, and aimed through the scope right between this dumbass's eyes, and then you felt Ezra's hand on your arm. He spoke low and close to your ear.
"Ease up on the rails, there, Artichoke, ain't no need for bloodshed yet." And for as angry as you were, you did as he asked, relaxed your stance some. Ezra walked toward the kid, no mercenary, this, just some dumb local.
"My friend here wants to shoot you," Ezra said, "And she is well within her rights to do so. We have toiled long to get what little we could out of this bitter ground."
"I'm sorry!" said the would-be thief, "I didn't mean nothin--"
"What you meant or didn't mean is not the issue here," said Ezra, "What you do next is going to determine whether you walk away or I tell my over-eager associate here to indulge her violent nature. Here's what is going to happen. My partner, Cee, knows every stitch of equipment we own. You will dump your pack for her, turn out your pockets and give back everything that's ours. One aggressive move and Artichoke here will kill you. Rely on it. You do what I say and you get to walk away with your life. Clear?"
"Clear," he said. He dumped his pack as instructed and Cee picked through the contents, reclaiming several items.
"We're good,"said Cee, and gave the thief a shove, "Get out of here." He turned and started running, you fired a few shots that crackled into the salt-pan at his heels.
Later, as you broke camp, you and Ezra got into the first real argument you'd had. So far you've managed to keep things professional, but the anger was still there, hot and pulsing behind your eyes.
"You should have let me shoot him,"
"It doesn't always have to come down to shooting," said Ezra, "Things turned out right in the end. We kept our harvest and that foolish boy gets to keep on breathing."
"He was trying to steal our whole harvest," your voice rose, "Gods be damned, Ezra, you know what that means. You of all people--"
"He was a kid," Ezra's eyes were wide and dark, "Not much older than our Cee. Would you have that kind of blood on your hands?" There was no good answer. Ezra had all the words, you struggled with them. There was no way to speak back. Ezra sensed something shift in you, something in the slump of your shoulders. He laid his hand on your upper arm, gave a brief squeeze.
"It's alright, Artichoke, We're all safe. It's alright."
Since that crazy day on Sammana, you've been Artichoke, and you don't know what to make of it. You can't ask Ezra directly. Ezra has ten different words for everything. You don't always understand him. You don't know if he's doing it on purpose, but sometimes he makes you feel stupid. You can imagine his self-satisfied smile as he explains the why of your nickname. You're not about to ask him. So you decide to ask Cee.
It's morning and you hand Cee a dented metal cup with fake coffee in it. Ezra shoots you a look and you shoot him one right back. You shouldn't give her coffee, he'd said, it'll stunt her growth, to which you'd said, Kevva's sakes, she was processing Jhata Balu at twelve. I think she can handle a cup of coffee. Ezra is a morning person, one of the things about him that infuriates you. You and Cee have barely joined the land of the living and he's up and about and doing maintenance on his suit. One handed, he struggles, but you've learned not to offer help. You did once and the look he gave you made you want to strap your body armor a little tighter. So you just tune out the string of muttered curses coming from the other end of the tent. You've learned to tell when Ezra is talking to himself.
"Hey, Cee?"
"Mmmh?"
"What's an artichoke?" You pitch your voice low, but there's heat prickling in your neck. Cee sips her coffee and smiles, a slow, one sided grin, like she's been expecting the question.
"It's a Terran plant," she says, and pulls her battered notebook and pen from under her pillow, furrows her brow as she sketches. She turns the notebook so you can see. "It looks kind of like this." And now you are even more confused, presenting with what looks like a scaly ball on a thick stem. What this has to do with you, you can't even guess.
"Why does he call me that?" You ask, and Cee just stares over her coffee cup like she's staring into the black hole at the center of the galaxy, "Cee! Why does he call me that?" Cee smirks and jerks her head up. And the fact of the relative silence hits you, Ezra's muttered string of curses is done and you hear him chuckle close and behind. You bow your head, heat rushing to your face.
"If you wanted to know the reason for your moniker you could have just asked," says Ezra, you're not looking at him, but you can practically hear him smirk. He's gone and done it again, set a snare of words, and you've bumbled into it. You clench your hands and jaw and turn to face him, best to absorb whatever little humiliation he has planned for you so you can get back to your coffee.
"Fine," you say, and it comes out angrier than intended. It is too early in the morning for this. "Why do you call me Artichoke?" His brows furrow briefly and his smirk softens into a warmer smile, the kind that crinkles his eyes at the corners. He squeezes your upper arm, like on Sammana, but there's no body armor between you.
"I call you Artichoke because I believe that, like an artichoke, you conceal beneath your prickly exterior a tender, delectable heart." He drops you a wink and then jams his helmet on and out the tent flaps into the sticky heat of day.
"Good one, Ez," Cee calls to his retreating back and the purr of the zippers pulled back up, "Real subtle."
"What. The. Utter fuck?" You mutter into your cup of shit fake coffee. You shake your head. You and Cee suck down your coffee in silence for a beat.
"You know he likes you, right?" Says Cee.
"Well, I should hope so," you say, "We're crew." Cee is giving you a look of pity and condescention that somehow only teenagers can manage. Oh.
"Oh. Oh no! No no no no no!" The realization comes pouring out of you and Cee giggles. "Nope! Not in a million years! Hard no!" But part of you thinks this is wrong even as you say it. Part of you likes the idea of being Ezra's artichoke, his tough and prickly thing with soft insides. Part of you wonders what would happen if you let him in beneath your spiky outer layers, just a little.
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Begin Again ~ Chapter 3
Summary: Walter Marshall is a dedicated homicide detective doing his best to balance his work life with being a single father to a teenage girl. Fiona Sparks is a woman doing her best to take care of everyone and everything around her, except for herself. Neither has had the best luck with relationships, but once they meet, they’re willing to give it another shot, this time with each other. (It’s basically just romantic fluff)
Pairing: Marshall and OFC.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions of death, cancer.
A/N - This is a sequel to ‘All I’ve Ever Known’. I started writing this because I needed an escape for some personal stuff going on and my coping mechanism included giving Marshall all the love that man needed, and imagining him being the softest boyfriend to me, then passing those details on to Fiona (my OFC).
I also made a Spotify playlist for this story, if anyone is interested - Begin Again Playlist
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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
Hectic was the only word to describe the next morning. From the moment I stepped foot into Darcy’s office at Waverly, we were going non-stop. We had a massive delivery that had to be ready by eleven o’clock and even though we’d done as much prep work as we could the day before, it was still a huge undertaking for a single morning. Our saving grace was that the company was sending someone to pick it up for them instead of having it delivered, which meant we could work right until pickup time. And that’s exactly what we did.
We had all the orders boxed up and ready to go, and Nick and I waited in the front room of the store for the pickup guy. Nick’s sole purpose for being there was to make up for his mistake from the day before: his punishment was to help with the loading.
I was double-checking the order (just for my own sake) when I heard the bell above the door alert me to someone coming in. I turned, mentally preparing myself for social interaction, knowing that I had to greet the customer with a smile. But as I took in the man walking towards me, I felt like puking.
“Fiona? Is that you?” Ezra, my ex-boyfriend, was smiling and walking towards me.
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I steeled myself and asked, “Are you here for the Mead-Holmes order?”
“Come on, Fi, don’t play like this,” he said, stopping far too close to me.
“Don’t call me that,” I said. “And what order are you here for?”
He put his hand on my arm. “Fi, I swear I didn’t know you worked here. I promise. Or I wouldn’t have come,” he said. “But maybe it’s a good thing.”
I took his hand off me, removing it completely. “Don’t touch me. Don’t call me Fi. Just tell me what order you’re here to get,” I said, keeping my voice as calm as I could manage.
He scoffed. “Wow. I really thought you’d be an adult about it whenever we finally ran into each other, but I was wrong.”
Nick stepped up. “Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt but I’m here to help load the Mead-Holmes order, so if you’re here to pick that up, you can go ahead and sign off on it and show me where you’re at and I’ll get these loaded for you.”
Ezra kept his eyes on me while Nick was talking and then a moment longer once he finished. Finally, he looked at Nick and let out a breath. “Yeah, that’s my order,” he said. “Where do I sign for it?”
Nick moved behind me, taking the clipboard with the order form from the counter, then handed it to Ezra. He scribbled out something that was meant to be a signature, but I was sure that a brain dead parrot would have had more legible handwriting. Nick had his hand out, ready to take the clipboard back, but instead, Ezra thrust it at me. I took it, trying not to give him the satisfaction of letting him see a reaction on my face.
“Thank you. A copy of the receipt is attached to the order and will be e-mailed back to your company. We appreciate your business,” I said. “Now, if you would show Nick to your vehicle, he would be more than willing to help you load your order.”
He took a set of keys from his pocket, aimed over his shoulder, and pressed a button. The van parked right outside the door beeped and the lights flashed temporarily as he unlocked it. “You can load them in the back,” Ezra said to Nick, not bothering to even look at him.
“Have a good day,” I said flatly, then turned to leave. I didn’t even take a step before he put his hand back on my arm again. My entire body tensed up. “Ezra, let me go.”
“You’re really just going to walk off without talking to me?”
“I did talk to you, but there’s nothing left to say except let me go.”
He removed his hand, then circled around so he was in front of me. “I’m here on business and you’re supposed to be representing your company. Being rude to me isn’t a great way to treat customers.”
I placed the clipboard on the counter and crossed my arms, trying to keep them out of his reach, then took a side step, allowing Nick access to the boxes stacked beside me. “I’m not being rude.”
He smiled condescendingly at me. “Look, I know that we ended on some...rough terms, but I hoped that when we finally saw each other, we could recognize it was for the best.”
“It was for the best,” I agreed.
“See? That’s my girl.”
My jaw clenched as my hands balled into fists. “I’m not your girl. I’m not your anything,” I said. “The reason I think breaking up was for the best is because I didn’t want to waste any more of my time with someone so shallow, and cold, and selfish as you. And the moment you finally revealed that part of yourself to me, the moment you showed me exactly who you are, I was done.” I shook my head. “The one good thing about you being as heartless as you were, was that I never spent a single second worrying about what I did wrong, or how I could have fixed things between us. I never cried myself to sleep at night missing you. Most people who have toxic partners don’t get a clean cut at the end of a relationship like I did. But that day at South York, when you broke up with me all of ten seconds after I’d told you that Dad had been in a wreck, you cauterized that line between us. So yeah; it was for the best.”
Nick made a low whistling sound right before leaving the store, the bell overhead echoing him.
“You know, it’s a little irritating that you always bring up this crap about ending things after your dad’s accident, but would you have preferred me to wait until after you knew that he was dead? Would that have made it easier? No,” he said. “I did you a favor. It was like a Band-Aid. I pulled it off quickly and got it over with. But you don’t see it like that, do you?”
“I’m not sure if you understand the definition of ‘quick’ but talking about it for the full twenty-minute drive to the hospital, where you basically kicked me out on the sidewalk, isn’t it,” I said.
“Do you hear yourself, Fi? You’re happy that I broke up with you, but oh, I should have held your hand and walked you into the hospital? Why so your mommy could yell at me then, too? Even you have to admit that was embarrassing, having Ava yell at me for you.”
My fists tightened, my fingernails biting into my skin. I’d never been so tempted to smack anyone my whole life. “I didn’t have her do anything. She was plenty mad enough to do it on her own. It was her husband who had just died when you dumped all of my stuff on her front lawn because seeing it was ‘too painful’ for you.”
“Well, rumor has it, it’s your house again now.” He took a step closer to me. “That you got fired and had to move back in with her.” He smirked. “Is that what happened, Fi? I wouldn’t marry you so you had to move back in with your mommy so someone would take care of you?”
The bell over the door rang again. I was expecting Nick to come over for more boxes and give me a way to escape, but he didn’t.
“Stop calling me Fi!” I snapped. “You don’t get to call me that anymore. Now I suggest you take your order and leave.”
He frowned at me mockingly. “Aw, am I making you mad? You’re so cute when you’re mad. You finally do that red hair justice,” he said. “You know, if you’d shown this much passion when we were together, I might have actually considered marrying you.”
“Thank goodness I dodged that bullet then.”
The humor left his face. “Whoever gets you next, they better like broken things.”
I looked him in the eye. “Do you honestly think you were strong enough to break me, Ezra?” I asked. “The only thing you could break were promises.”
He sneered at me, then let his eyes drift behind me. I was sure that he was looking at Nick, wondering how much of his true personality he was going to let a stranger see, but then I felt a wall of heat behind me. I turned my head and saw Walter. Comfort flooded my body the moment he was at my side.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, looking down at me.
I nodded. “He was just leaving.”
Ezra took a step back. His mouth was in a thin, tight line as he looked Marshall up and down. “Are you the owner?” he asked. “Because I’m here for an order and your employee here -” He crossed his arms and nodded his head at me. “- she needs to work on her customer service skills.”
“I’m not the owner. But I’m fairly sure she told you to leave.”
Ezra looked confused. I watched in his eyes as he tried to work out what was going on. “If you’re not the owner, then our conversation has nothing to do with you. You have no reason to intervene.”
“I’m here for Fiona. And how you’re talking to her, it isn’t acceptable. She’s asked you to leave, so if you’re here for an order, I suggest you take it and go,” Marshall said. He spoke slowly and deliberately, but each word was laced with anger.
Ezra smiled. “Are you serious? You’re with her?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Good luck to you. You’ll never be able to please her.”
“From what I understand, you never really tried,” Marshall said.
“Is that what she told you?” Ezra looked at me again. “You’re always the victim, aren’t you? You poor little bird,” he said mockingly. “Maybe one day you’ll grow up and see the truth.”
“You know, this immature gas-lighting bull crap that you and Demi both pull, it’s getting old,” I said.
He smirked. “Speaking of Demi, the next time you see her, tell her that I found her earrings. They were in my couch.”
I knew what he was trying to do and I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of succeeding.
“So you had the audacity to dump my belongings on a dead man’s lawn, but you don’t have the guts to return some earrings that she allegedly left at your place?” I asked. “But I’m the immature one. Sure.”
He was angry that I hadn’t taken the bait. He pushed his hair back from his face aggressively and stepped back from me. “I hope your boss realizes that you just lost a big client,” he said, then started walking away.
“Did we? Because I’m pretty sure that the company is called Mead-Holmes, not Mead-Holmes and Williams,” I said, turning and calling after him. “And I’ve never heard of a partner or CEO fetching lunch for his company. It seems to me that you’re just an errand boy.”
He stopped dead in his tracks, then slowly turned back around. He opened his mouth but didn’t get a chance to speak.
“Don’t say another word. Just turn around and keep walking,” Walter said, putting himself slightly in front of me. “Or I can escort you out. It’s your decision.”
Ezra looked from Marshall to me and I could see him trying to decide if he was going to back down and listen or try to get the last word in. Eventually, he made the smart choice for once and left, shoving past Nick, who was returning to the store, then climbed into his van, slamming the door hard enough to make his windshield wipers jump.
Marshall turned to me, blocking my view of Ezra. His face was softer, his eyes holding worry. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
I let out a breath. It was shaky. My whole body was tense. “No, actually. I’m angry. I can’t believe he had the nerve to come in here and act like that.”
“What do you need me to do for you?”
I blinked. It was a simple question, but it wasn’t one I was used to hearing. It felt like it took me a long time to unwrap it in my mind. Finally, I shook my head. “I don’t know,” I admitted.
“You should take a break,” Nick said. He was loading another portion of the order onto his cart. “I’ll tell Aunt Darcy what happened as soon as I’m done. She’ll understand.”
I chewed my lip for a moment, mulling it over before finally relenting. “Okay. Thank you,” I said to Nick. Then to Marshall, “Would you come with me?”
He nodded. “Where do you want to go?”
I led him through the store and out the back door, into the employee parking lot. The moment we stepped outside, the cold air hit me. I gasped. I hadn’t thought to get my coat from Darcy’s office. Walter noticed.
“It’s cold,” he said, taking off his coat. “Put this on.”
I shivered but shook my head. “No, I can’t take it from you.”
“Yes, you can.” He placed it over my shoulders and held it on me until I finally put my arms through the sleeves, then he pulled it closed in the front. It swallowed me whole. He smiled at me. “Perfect fit.”
I smiled back. “It’s pretty cozy. Thank you,” I said. “But I feel bad that you don’t have one now.”
“I guess I’ll just have to stay close to you for warmth,” he joked. He slid his hands inside the coat and placed them on my hips. Instinctively, my arms went around his neck. We looked like we were dancing, even though we were standing still. His smile grew. “Just like this.” He kissed the top of my head before pressing his forehead to mine. “Do you want to talk about what happened or do you want to forget it?”
I let out a breath. “I don’t - I don’t know.” I let my fingers wander into the hair at the nape of his neck, gently playing with his curls. “That was my ex. I haven’t seen him in two years. Part of me...a big part of me, just wants to forget about him, erase him from my memory and never think about him again,” I said. “But another part of me wants to go yank him out of his van and throw him to the ground and stomp his stupid teeth in. And I hate it because he’s the only person who makes me feel that way.”
“Do you want me to talk to him? The gun and badge tend to make people listen to me.”
I smiled but shook my head. “No. I just want you to stay right here with me,” I said. “Please.”
He didn’t say anything, he only nodded, moving my head slightly with his as he did. Then I closed my eyes as I tried to breathe calmly and let go of the anger that Ezra had stirred up in me. With every passing second, Marshall took over and pushed out any lingering pieces of Ezra. The heat of his hands melted away all remembrances of Ezra’s cold, clammy touch that always had an ulterior motive. The scent of him, clean and full of coffee, chased away the smell of expensive cologne that had always been applied too liberally. His presence was comforting and enveloping, not demanding and suffocating. It was like I’d been trapped in a burning building, inhaling smoke, and Walter was my first breath of fresh air and my lungs were screaming for him.
I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me. I blinked and it suddenly hit me that there must have been a reason for him being there and I’d been so caught up in myself that I hadn’t even thought to ask. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“I’m...I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I doubt you came here for all of this.”
His hands tightened, pulling me closer. “I came here for you.”
“What did you need me to do?”
He smiled, just the corner of his mouth turned up. “Nothing.” I must have looked confused because he laughed softly. “I just wanted to see you,” he said. “I thought I might be able to take you for coffee?”
I felt my heart swell. My fingers pushed further into his hair, sinking to his scalp. Lightly I scratched my nails against it. He closed his eyes and sighed. “How did I get so lucky to meet you?”
His eyes stayed closed as he leaned back into my touch. “I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one.”
“Mom, I’m home,” I called out as I walked through the door that evening. “I picked up dinner, too.”
“Already in the kitchen,” Mom called back.
I kicked off my shoes by the door, then went to the kitchen. Mom was at the table, papers spread everywhere in front of her as she wrote on a legal pad. One set of reading glasses sat perched on her nose, while another hung around her neck on a chain.
“So...what’cha doin’?” I asked slowly, standing in the doorway.
She looked up at me and over the rim of her glasses. “Last night, June mentioned that since I was sick on her’s, mine, and Aunt Rose’s birthday, it would be fun for the three of us to go away for the weekend and celebrate. So -” She indicated to the layers of paper in front of her. “I’m planning the trip.”
“A trip to where?” I asked. “What kind of weekend getaways call for this type of planning?”
She shook her head. “No, see, I looked up a few places, printed off a list of all their attractions, restaurants, hotels, what have you, and now I’m making a list of each with pros-cons and prices for them all, then we can decide from there.” She waved her hand dismissively over the papers. “This is all getting condensed. I’m not giving them an entire booklet.”
“So, when Dad said that you were a teacher’s pet, this is the kind of thing he was talking about. Right?”
“I wasn’t a teacher’s pet; I just like being thorough. There’s nothing wrong with that.” She stood and started clearing the table. “Those are pretty,” she said, nodding to the vase of flowers in my hand. “Where did they come from?”
“Marshall gave them to me.”
“He sent you flowers at work? That was sweet.”
“Actually, he didn’t send them. He took me out to coffee and bought them for me afterward,” I said, carrying the vase and takeout bag to the counter and setting them down.
“He saw you last night, and you have a date planned for Saturday, but he asked you out for coffee today?” she asked.
I turned to look at her and leaned back against the counter. I couldn’t help my smile. “He said he just wanted to see me.”
“I think this one might be a keeper, Fi.”
I laughed. “I think so, too,” I said. “Today was very nearly a dumpster fire and he extinguished it.”
She looked concerned. “What do you mean? What went wrong?”
“So, the big order we had today? Ezra was the one who picked it up.”
She paused her cleaning. “What?”
“Yeah. I was there to get the driver to sign off on the order, so I had to talk to him. I was hoping - a little naively, I guess - that we could just keep it simple and professional, but unfortunately that didn’t happen,” I said. “I tried walking away and he followed me, essentially saying that everything that had happened between us was my fault. He said that it was pathetic that you yelled at him after we broke up, making it sound like I’d had you do it for me. And then insinuated that he and Demi were having an affair, or they’re currently sleeping together now. I’m not sure. He was trying to upset me, but I don’t know if it was the truth or not. I didn’t fall for it and ask.”
“Well, if Demi is dumb enough to get involved with him after everything she saw him put you through, then she deserves what she gets,” she said. “And if he thought it was pathetic that I yelled at him, what did he think about throwing your stuff out on our lawn two hours after your father died? Is that not beyond pathetic?”
I shook my head. “I genuinely think he’s too narcissistic to even consider himself at fault. He said he got it over with quick for me.”
She rolled her eyes. “How kind of him,” she deadpanned.
“Then Marshall came in -”
Her eyes widened. “He came in while Ezra was there?” she asked, interrupting me. I nodded. “What did he do?”
“He told Ezra that how he was talking to me was unacceptable and that he needed to leave. Then he took me outside so that I could calm down, and once Ezra left, Darcy let me have an early break and he took me out for coffee and bought me flowers to cheer me up.”
“Oh, Bird. He really is a keeper, isn’t he?”
I put my hand over my chest and felt my heart speed up thinking about him holding me in the parking lot, telling me that he was the lucky one. I let out a sigh and nodded. “Yeah. He really is, Mom.”
That night Walter called me like he said he would. I’d always been rather bad at phone calls and even he had admitted that anything outside of work calls was out of his comfort zone, but for the three and a half hours that we talked, it didn’t seem that way. I lay in bed and talked to him like he was right there. Like we’d known each other forever. We only hung up because I started drifting off. He joked that he was boring me, but I tried to assure him that it was far from that. His voice was calming and soothing and every bit as warm as he was. Sleepily I told him that he was like sitting in front of the fireplace on a rainy day with a cup of tea. He laughed but said as long as he got to sit at the fireplace beside me, he didn’t mind the comparison.
I slept better that night than I had in months.
#Henry Cavill#Henry Cavill fan fiction#Walter Marshall#Walter Marshall fan fiction#Walter Marshall/OFC#Night Hunter fan fiction#Night Hunter#Nomis#Nomis fan fiction#Henry Cavill fanfiction#Henry Cavill fanfic#Detective Walter Marshall#Begin Again
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I'm high too lol
High sex with any if the Pedro boys?
Yeeeeeee
Okay first of all high sex is honestly one of my favorite things ever. It might have a lot to do with the THC attacking the anxiety, but honestly.... just the most amazing thing. ANYHOO under a cut because tw: drugs and sex (and rock and roll? maybe)
Frankie: Okay so we know the movie says Frankie has a coke problem or something but we're ignoring her (as usual; canon? we don't know her.)
Imagine Frankie using to help cope (which is believable and makes more sense then coke for trauma imo) and seeing his goofy little smiles and giggles as he sinks into that comfy place where the hurt doesn't reach. Anyway as passionate and intense as he can be sober, I can just imagine him being just as passionate but less calculated. He'd still absolutely get you off, but he's just following instinct. It's more scattered and a little messier, and so yummy
I really love to imagine Marcus M as the kind of person who will do it on an occasion. He's not a habitual user, but on weekends where his mom takes Missy and he's just trying to relax and forget the world's problems...
So you find his stash one day (and honestly you're probably confused at first because "did I put a stash in here?") and he confesses, really guiltily and maybe almost defensive, and you're just like "oh we are so having an adults only weekend ASAP" - and with him being just that little bit out of it, he totally bends the shit out of the bedframe, and the lamp is a bit crooked, and the car alarm is going off... because it moved two feet?!
EZRA you know that man uses. All poetic, he's pretty much a beatnik XD but at the same time, I almost can't imagine high sex with Ezra.... Idk I think he'd either fall asleep or be too distracted. Like yeah, you might start having sex and then he just can't stop flourishing about your beauty and stuff like that and suddenly he has to paint you...
Marcus Pike... look, he was a bassist. I love to imagine this bad boy before he decided to go into law enforcement. Maybe he was an art major first, and then took a criminology class or something, but he started way more artsy and he'd happily toke up at parties. He gets real desperate when he's high, whiny and barely able to thrust into you as mush as just grinding deeper as much as he can.
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Soudam Week Day 4 - Free Day!
So for the free day of Soudam week I’ve updated my Soudam playlist and I’ve done a little write up of why I think they suit these songs!
Playlist can be found here!
and under the cut you’ll find my reasoning for each song!
Atomic - Blondie - I just love this whole songs vibe for them!! It gives me the feeling of a sort of despair romance? As the song has quite a dark feel to it but it has romantic lyrics. I really think if this ship had a sound it would be this song!
Birdhouse in Your Soul - They Might Be Giants - This is a sweet song for them, I feel it is from Soudas perspective as they have a slowly blooming friendship that will turn to more going on, sort of them learning to depend on one and other.
Sensitive Guy - McBusted - This is the most Souda in a relationship song ever… just listen to the lyrics lol poor guy is sensitive and in love ok leave him alone…
Drawing Board - George Ezra - Okay this is for more of the hate/love vibes they can give off!! The song is quite mean but also very funny if you listen to the lyrics, again another one for despair times.
You Make My Dreams Come True - Hall & Oats - I really like to imagine them dancing in the living room of their house together like the dorks they are to this one, for older more domestic Soudam who are still as in love as they were the first time they went on a date.
Fill My Little World - The Feeling - This is a very sweet song, again from Soudas perspective trying to get Gundam to open up a bit. Or you could see it the other way around, having Gundam trying to will Souda away from the trust issues he has.
I Want You - Savage Garden - This song to me is realizing you have feelings for someone that you had never considered having romantic feelings for - the chorus “I want you, I don't know if I need you. But I'd die to find out.” Souda… and Gundam,,, in their separate rooms lying awake having the same thoughts…. Not knowing the other feels the same….. My heart…
Genghis Khan - Miike Snow - This could be both of them having jealous thoughts regarding Sonia, in that, Souda thinks Gundam likes her and is obviously jealous of that, but likewise Gundam thinks that Souda loves Sonia (despite his reasons being fickle) and he is jealous as well. IF ONLY THEY WOULD LEARN TO COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER WOULDN'T THAT BE HELPFUL.
Just Can't Get Enough - Depeche Mode - More of them as a happy couple, this song just gives me such sweet vibes for them, bless!!
Only The Horses - Scissor Sisters - This I just imagine them having their first date or like moment alone together? And just getting completely lost in the realisation that wow… I am in love with this asshole who I hate- yes I hate a lot… but also love.
Arms Tonite - Mother Mother! - Look, no Dangan playlist is complete without a Mother Mother song LOL - this one fits them best for me! Again it has despair vibes which I like a lot, at its core though they are love sick.
Invisible Touch - Genesis - Initially I put this in because of Gundam acting like his skin is poisonous but then I low key really like it as a ship song for them!!
What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club - That whole thing of “you don't want to be alone” i see this as Souda being a bit more forward with his feelings and trying to get Gundam to open his eyes and reciprocate his feelings!!
Peach Scone - Hobo Johnson - look me in the eye and TELL me this isn't Souda trying to confess and getting awkward and tripping over his words and resigning himself to the fact that he has missed his chance.
She's My Collar - Gorillaz - hahaha… Collar… despair soudam,,,, just let that sink in ok thank you :)
Hate Your Guts - McBusted - Another hate/love song!! I just love that about their relationship that they go through a lot of growth to realize that they are very alike and a good match for one and other - They bicker like crazy but the love is there always!
True Love - P!nk - I feel like this song is overused as hell for any ship that has a bickering hate/love relationship but thats bc.. It's perfect for this dynamic!
Love Bites (So Do I) - Halestorm - Please listen to this and think about full on Despair! Soudam - thank you :) I love angst aha
Hatef--k - The Bravery - Oh? You want more Despair! Soudam… well please consider thinking of them and listening to this okay great thank you :))
Electric Twist - A Fine Frenzy - This has been a Soudam song for me for as long as I have been in to this ship! (since the 2nd game came out in Japan basically LOL I was on the translations asap) to me this is very much them working their feelings out for each other, both frustrated and confused but ultimately in love.
Lose It - SWMRS - Winding down the playlist to a slow finish - to me this is a song for them being annoyed because they can't get their minds off of one and other and just wanting to spend all their time together.
Okay that's my Soudam playlist and some small thoughts on the songs and why I put them in there!! Thank you so much for taking the time to listen to this playlist or for reading what I have written here! <3 Have a nice day/night!!
#soudam#soudam week 2020#soudamweek2020#souda kazuichi#gundham x kazuichi#kazuichi souda#gundham tanaka#gundham
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Important Negotiation (Ezra x Reader)
This is my second fic about Ezra. I’m still not very confident about writing him, but I just had to return to this character one more time (at least) because the stories in my head want to be told no matter how silly they are :DD Ezra’s speech is still a huge challenge when English is not your native language, but I tried REALLY hard. Apologize for any possible mistakes, and once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated!
Summary: What happens if two touch-starved idiots harvesters accidentally meet in the shower after a hard working day, and one of them is Ezra?.. Apparently you're in a pretty awkward situation, which requires a serious negotiation...
Warnings: Uh... I can identify this fic’s genre as “soft porn without plot” I guess :’D Although it only contains heavy petting not the actual sex, I think it turned out quite sensual?..
Words: 3 176; gif by me (plz credit if using)
Tags: @biobiopsy, @rzrcrst (I’m not nearly as good as you, but I’d be happy if you took a look... as an expert, you know :D)
The corridor is dimly lit and quiet as you walk to the bathroom. It’s your usual habit to go there after the rest of the crew is already in their quarters preparing to sleep. Since it’s basically the only place you could get some privacy, you don’t want to be in a rush because there’s someone else waiting to use the shower. You prefer taking your time after a hard working day.
The contract you’re currently engaged on is quite profitable, the crew is nice too; all of them are experienced harvesters you could learn a lot from, so you consider yourself lucky. Yes, the work is exhausting, but you believe it’s worth it. The only thing that gets on your nerves sometimes is that your employer is really strict, obsessed with the rules. Each day is precisely scheduled: what time you get up, eat and work, the curfew hour... Relationships with the crew are also strictly regulated. No inappropriate actions or contacts allowed; it’s called work ethics - your employer points. You all are here to do the job, not to make friends or have affairs. Maybe it’s for the best, but sometimes you feel like you’re suffocating. So this time of the day, when you quietly sneak out of the room you share with another female member of the crew, and head to the shower is like a breath of fresh air. This time only belongs to you.
You sigh deeply as you strip of your tank top and sweatpants and get under the warm streams of water. Today was really exhausting, but thankfully there’s only one week left until the end of this contract. One week and your crew will leave the Green with solid sums of money in your pockets and you will finally be able to have proper rest. And for now you need something to ease your body and mind.
Sliding your hand down your lower belly, you close your eyes and the image of a man appears in your head. Sometimes you think you should be embarrassed because recently you often catch yourself on fantasizing about one particular man… Who is your fellow crew member.
You cannot tell exactly when it started. Was it after the first time you were assigned to work in pair, or a bit later? Perhaps after the first time he called you “little one” - a moniker he gave you as the youngest member of the crew. You’re also not sure why you find this man so attractive. Maybe it’s his deep brown eyes, or his lips that look so soft… Or his ridiculously messy dark hair with a small blond streak in it… Or is it his fancy manner of speech and the sound of his voice? Anyway, you were attracted to him and you couldn’t deny it.
Sometimes you have a feeling that the attraction is mutual. There’s something in the way he talks to you, something in his smile and occasional touches… But even if it’s so, you’re not here for romance. Rules are rules. So all you could do is touching yourself in the shower, imagining how his touch and his kiss would feel on your bare skin - the only luxury you could afford.
Throwing your head back a little, you sigh with delight, and let his name silently fall from your lips:
- Ezra.
You’re so lost in your fantasy that at first you don’t even register someone else’s presence in the room. Suddenly the sound of a man clearing his throat practically makes you jump. Quickly you step out of the water stream and grab a towel from the hanger nearby to cover your nakedness. The next second you realize who’s standing in front of you.
It’s him. Ezra. In flesh-and-blood.
You blink stupidly, struggling to identify if it’s really happening or you’re experiencing some weird sort of hallucination caused by exhaustion or whatever it is in the atmosphere of this goddamn planet.
- Calm down, little one, - the man says in a quiet, soothing tone. - I apologize... Kevva knows I had absolutely no intention to startle you like that.
- Wh… What are you doing here?.. - You manage to mumble.
- Same as you, I believe, - he shrugs. - I intended to take a shower, and since the door wasn’t locked, meeting you here was the last thing I expected to happen.
Only now you notice that he’s standing in front of you wearing nothing except a big towel wrapped around his hips and a pair of rubber slippers.
- Did I… Did I forget to lock the door?.. - You blurt out, asking rather yourself than him.
- Apparently so. Or… Allow me make an assumption… It could be something that you wanted to happen subconsciously, without realizing it to the full extent.
- What do you mean? - You frown at his words. - And why are you still standing here? An adequate person would already have apologized and left.
- I might not be adequate enough but I’m not ignorant either, - Ezra says, mischievous sparkles playing in his eyes. - Pardon my boldness, but I suppose I know exactly what kind of an action was interrupted by my unannounced appearance.
Instantly you feel the blush creeping up on your cheeks. Of course he saw you pleasuring yourself. You don’t even know how long has he been around. You want to sink under the ground. Why wouldn’t he just leave? Does he find joy in torturing you like that? You want to hit him in the face, and normally you would do exactly this, but for some reason now you’re just frozen in place.
- But I assure you, - Ezra continues in the same soothing tone. - It’s a completely natural thing. We’re human; we need each other. Physically too, among other things. You think I don’t know why you’re doing it in the shower? I’m familiar to this, girl. For sure we can satisfy ourselves without any difficulties, but warm water just makes it easier to pretend you’re in someone’s arms. I myself experience this firsthand. Let’s face it, little one. It’s been a while and we both are starving for a simple skin-to-skin contact. So… If you will indulge me, I’d be more than happy to propose my assistance. And being a gentleman, I’m not inquiring any sorts of favors from your part, believe me. It’s just a suggestion from one solitary person seeking for some warmth to another.
- Okay, I’m confused right now... What kind of assistance are you talking about? - You ask, narrowing your eyes. Actually you can’t believe your ears - did he just suggested to help you getting off? Seriously?
- I think I made myself clear enough, didn’t I? - Ezra cocks his head examining your baffled expression.
- Yeah, okay... But what makes you think that I can say yes to this?
The corners of his mouth twitch into a smug smirk.
- Forgive me, little bird... Of course I cannot asseverate that, perhaps my eyes and ears are just playing tricks on me, but... I might have noticed you uttering something very similar to my name.
- What...
Now your face is not just blushing. It’s burning. You didn’t think it’s possible to make you even more embarrassed than you already are, but he just did it. You’re lost for words. It clearly makes no sense to deny the obvious now that you were caught in the act...
- There's nothing to be ashamed of, little one, - Ezra says quietly with a sudden tenderness in his voice. - For what it's worth, it's only chemistry... After all, let's just endorse the reality that I would already have left, or you would have slapped me in the face if only we weren't attracted to each other since day one. You're not the first day in the business and I'm convinced you're pretty much capable to push back against me or any other intruder. And yet, I'm still here.
You think about his words for a couple of seconds. He's right, you have to admit. You sensed some sort of vibes between the two of you since the beginning. So if you both have sympathy for each other - what are you losing? In fact, only a few minutes ago, weren’t you busy imagining how his lips would feel against your skin?..
- And dare I say, - he adds as if he read your mind. - If it wasn’t for the sake of annoying work ethics we’re bound to follow, I’d probably be more precise in my intentions since the very start.
He makes an expectant pause here, cunning brown eyes scanning your face, waiting for a response.
- So, birdie... what do you think?
- I think you talk too much.
You didn’t intend to sound this bold, but Ezra chuckles contently.
- The answer is positive, I assume?
- Correct, - you reply, unintentionally copying his strange manner of speech, something you noticed not the first time you did while talking to him.
This conversation is so weird... As if it’s some kind of... Negotiation? You’re still feeling awkward, but Ezra’s smile is warm and reassuring as he makes a step closer.
- Than let’s reject the useless pudency, shall we?
His hand reaches yours; fingertips brushing against your knuckles, making you release the grip on the towel you’re covering yourself with. Your heart is beating way too fast. You have no idea why you’re so flustered, as if it’s your first time… You imagined this so many times it’s hard to believe now it’s happening for real. Inhaling sharply you close your eyes and let the towel slip down to your feet. When you open your eyes again, you find him silently admiring you with lustful eyes.
- Aren’t you the finest creature, little one, - he proclaims.
- Your turn, - you try to sound confident, but your voice betrays you, trembling a little. Ezra smirks at this.
- Your word is my command.
His towel falls on the floor as well and you can hardly take your eyes off him - he’s so beautiful to you, all of him. Tanned olive skin, scars on his upper body, a trail of dark hair beneath his belly button... You’re not sure what to do next, but he’s suddenly gentle as he takes your hand and leads you closer to warm water still pouring from the showerhead. He positions himself behind you and you shiver when his lips are finally against your skin. He places soft kisses along your shoulderblade, then gently brushes your hair aside to kiss the nape of your neck. You bite back a moan when he reaches the spot right behind your earlobe. He’s so impossibly close you can feel his hot breath as he whispers:
- So what do you want me to do, little one?
- Touch me.
- With the utmost pleasure.
His hand immediately skims up the curve of your thigh, and your skin breaks out with goosebumps at the contact when he cups your breast. You gasp and he hums in approval, caressing your soft flesh before giving your hardened nipple a light pinch. You’re about to scream when his free hand palms your mound. You’re craving for more, but Ezra is unhurried, dragging his fingers along your slit to spread the wetness between your folds slowly, as if you have all the time in the world… And then your body jerks when he strokes the very tip of your throbbing clit with his finger. He teases you like that a bit more before finally adding so much needed pressure. Your knees go weak at the intensity of the sensation. You can’t even explain why it feels this good. He doesn’t really do anything you couldn’t do yourself, but his fingers just feel differently, both rough and deliciously tender if such a combination is even possible, and the way he’s holding you tightly against his frame and nuzzles into your shoulder just makes the whole act even more intimate.
- F-faster, - you plead in a shaky voice, feeling the tight knot in the pit of your belly is about to burst.
A whimper, a bit louder than you wish it to be escapes your parted lips when you feel his warm tongue on the side of your neck. Immediately, Ezra's hand covers your mouth and you’re internally crying in frustration as he slows down his movements.
- Shhh, be quiet, little one, - he hushes and his hoarse whisper against your ear gives you chills. - As much as I appreciate your grateful response, that'll be a shame to get fired only a week before the contract ends, right?
You nod in agreement, humming into his palm as he keeps going, increasing pace and pressure again until your body finally surrenders. Digging your nails into his hip in search for some support to keep balance you shudder, coming hard on his fingers. You’re trembling in his embrace, overwhelmed by this blissful sensation: warm, pulsating and so incredibly sweet, sweeter than all honey in the world. The pleasure runs through you in swift waves, and when the last tremors of your climax subside, you feel like melting into a puddle against his firm chest.
- You alright, little one? - Ezra asks. His arms are still around you, fingers drawing circles on your belly absentmindedly. It tickles a bit, but you don’t mind.
- Mhm… - You make lazily. - Uh...thank you…
- The pleasure is mine, - he smirks, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
His warm body feels like home. All you wish for right now is to stay like this forever, never losing the physical contact.
There’s something else you wish for though.
He’s undoubtedly hard against your backside, and you can’t fight the sudden urge to touch him. The man lets out a ragged breath as you reach behind you and let your fingers trail down his lower belly. Now it’s his turn to shiver in response to your gentle caress.
- Little one, - he sounds a bit raspier than usual. - I meant it when I said I’m not requiring favors...
- What if it’s not really a favor, - your palm wraps around his length, giving him a light squeeze and earning a quiet grunt from him. His cock is warm and thick, and feels amazing in your hand. - What if I just want to touch you too?..
- Therefore, I dare not protest, - you sense a hint of relief in his voice and smirk under your breath. He definitely needs it even more than you, and frankly speaking, you think he deserves it.
Ezra’s hips jerk a bit as your thumb makes contact with the tip of his cock, brushing against it softly. Encouraged by his reaction, you give him a couple of firmer strokes causing him thrust into your hand.
- Kevva, that feels good, - he mumbles, and suddenly you desperately want to see his face. You need it. So you turn around.
He opens his dark brown eyes to meet your gaze. The look is so intense it gives you shivers, and without any second thoughts and useless doubts, you press your lips to his.
He responds immediately, kissing you back feverishly, like a starving man, humming against your mouth, and you have to suppress a moan again at the delightful sensation when your tongues touch. Ezra’s hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. His plump lips are almost as soft and nice as you imagined, only better, because they are real. You keep working on him, stroking him up and down in a steady pace, and you break the kiss only to taste the skin on the crook of his neck, hot and salty under your tongue. Your fingers run along his pecs and collarbones and you wish you didn’t have to keep quiet because you really enjoy his grunts and ragged gasps. There's something very satisfying in realization that you make him feel this way.
You increase the pace as the thrusts of his hips become more erratic and he tightens the grip on your hair. You kiss him again and he hisses into your mouth and bites on your lower lip almost painfully, but it’s a good kind of pain. You feel him throbbing and swelling, and a couple more movements of your hand finally bring him over the edge, his warm load spilling on the floor and your lower belly.
- Damn, birdie, - Ezra breathes out, relaxing against the tiles and pulling you closer to his chest. - I fully realize that current circumstances are far from being perfectly romantic, but still I must confess here and now - I’m pretty much into you, y/n.
You’re surprised to hear your name from him. You’re not sure, but it’s probably the first time you hear him saying it. For some reason it feels important. Despite the circumstances, it gives his confession even more value.
- I’m pretty much into you as well, Ezra, - you smile. - Even though you’re by far the biggest weirdo I’ve ever met.
- Why is that, if I may be so bold as to ask?
- Well, you know... That massive speech you delivered to convince me... Wasn’t it easier to just come over and like... kiss me maybe? - You shrug.
- That might be. But I wasn’t certain I’d not end up with a black eye or a bloody nose in this case... Simply due to your dexterous self-preservation instincts, - he chuckles and you scoff into his chest.
- Yeah, this is actually very likely of me. Who can blame me though?
- Wasn’t even trying. It’s the world we live in, little one. You have to be tough and cautious; otherwise your chance to survive is quite slim... And you see, I, on my part, am being cautious too...
- You’re really good at negotiating, I must say...
You both laugh quietly, as Ezra wraps his arms around your frame and lets his fingers run through your damp hair. You stay like that for a little while, simply enjoying the intimacy of the moment and the warmth of each other’s bodies.
- I have to make a point, - Ezra goes after the pause. - That normally I possess much higher levels of stamina. It’s just the months of touch starvation took their toll... We’re only human as it was stated in previous conversations...
- Right... - You smirk, tilting your head to look him in the eye. - I might give you a chance to prove it than... Once we’re done with this goddamn contract, of course.
- Sounds like a tempting offer, birdie, - Ezra grins before leaning in to steal another kiss. - I’m ready to negotiate.
- This is gonna be a long week… - You murmur softly, kissing him back.
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Thank you for reading!
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The boys’ reactions to seeing that you still sleep with your baby blanket/stuffed animal.
this made me about scream last night it’s so SOFT and Good. Here’s how I imagine this stuff going down
Din is out doing his bounty hunting thing, and you’ve stayed behind on the ship to watch after the kid. Normally you’d go with him, but this one was going to be a little too long and dangerous. When this happens, you no longer have a bed partner and it gets kind of lonely, especially once the kid’s down for a nap. So, you pull out the little stuffed doll you’ve had since you were a child. It reminds you of home, of your family, and it makes you feel warm and safe. You’re absolutely passed out in bed, sound asleep, when Din comes back early. You wake up to the noise in the ship, just barely, assuming it’s the kid doing... whatever it is he does. But you recognize Din standing over you in bed, and you’re glad to see him, but you then remember you have this doll with you, and you’re... a little embarrassed. You try to hide it, but he gently takes it from you and looks it over. “My mom gave it to me when I was a toddler,” you explain, hoping that that connection will make him understand. He hands it back to you, and wordlessly goes over to a cabinet you know he keeps his clothes and other odds and ends in. He reaches in, under a bunch of other things, and pulls out a different small, vaguely humanoid, probably homemade stuffed doll that looks like its been through hell and back. He just says, “I understand completely.”
Ezra is looking for something in his pack while you’re both getting ready to turn in for the night. You’re out harvesting somewhere, and you just met. You don’t really even think about it as you reach in your pack for your comfort item--a small, well-loved, somewhat discolored blanket. It’s the same blanket you were sent home with your parents in. He asks if you’re still cold, and you give him a somewhat confused “What? No.” and he responds with “Well, I just assumed it would be prudent to inquire considering you did just procure another blanket from your equipment.” And you make a noise of realization, then shake your head. You tell him what it is, and he thinks its quite charming. “I have no such mementos myself, but I am known for being sentimental, so I completely understand.”
You’re not entirely sure how Javier missed that small detail about you. Granted most of the time you were the one going over to his apartment, and you didn’t want to travel around too much with your cherished childhood teddy bear. But, now, you’re sick at home, and he told you he’d be over to bring you some cold medicine and some other essentials. You’re in bed, miserable, watching whatever shitty TV you can get, under way more blankets than necessary, stuffed bear tucked under your arm. Javi lets himself in with the key you gave him, and comes back to your room with the cold medicine and a few new boxes of tissues. He sets them on your bedside table and sits on the edge of your bed, his sympathetic smile turning into an amused smirk. “What the hell is that?” he asks, reaching for the toy which you snatch out of the way and hold out of his reach. “Fuck off, Peña,” you groan, not in the mood to defend yourself. “You’re a fucking adult, and you sleep with a teddy bear?” he asks, still reaching for it. “I will cough on you. Don’t tell me you don’t have some kind of trinket from home you find comforting, asshole,” you say, turning your head so you do not, in fact, cough on him. He stops reaching for it, and holds his hands up in in surrender. “Okay, okay, fair enough. Can’t wait to hear what Murphy says about this.” You cough on him.
Whiskey notices the well-loved stuffed dog on your bed the first time he comes over to your place. “Well, ain’t that adorable,” is really all he says, picking it up and investigating it. You sheepishly tell him you’ve had it since you were little, before you could even remember, and he smiles, and puts it back down. “I have a box in my closet with the blanket and hat they sent me home in with my parents,” he says, going on a tangent about that. He inevitably stays the night, but the next day you go to bed and your stuffed dog is nowhere to be found. Where it should be, there’s a note. “He’ll be back in a few days, keep an eye on the mail. ~Jack.” So you do, a little ticked he took it from you without permission, but you about cry when it does come back and you realize he sent it to get restored; it looks brand new, re-stuffed, clean, holes fixed, the missing eye replaced. He definitely gets it.
After all of those cute stories I feel like Max Phillips would be like “oh yeah cool” and just not really bring it up sdfkjghskdfgjkfhgslht
#tori answers questions#lannister-slings-and-arrows#hcs#my fic#star wars#the mandalorian#din#ezra#prospect#narcos#whiskey#max phillips#bloodsucking bastards#pedro pascal
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I pronounce it as Yin hhahahah but also um 👉🏼👈🏼 are u going to share your poly fic with the class
i feel inordinately validated w getting an anon ask (also sorry this took so long wow i’m a hoe)
alright see anon i have a love for poly reader fics there’s a whole oberyn x reader x ellaria thing i want to talk about too asjdhgfsjhdgf
@pettyprocrastination and @concussed-to-pieces really beat the shit out of me with their writing. in a really good way like i adore their poly content. also @wickedlyemma is simultaneously the best and the worst because her tua fics are what got me in this hellhole to begin with mwah
but the one i mentioned on the post you’re talkin about is a diego x fem!reader x lila fic for the umbrella academy. man it lives in my mind rent FREE. holy fuck. ok listen right just humour me for a sec.
this is about 1k lmao it really got away from me
not really what you’d call Good Writing but it’s a blurb that’s vaguely coherent please enjoy
(spoilers for s2)
s2 is where the gang finally find out they’re not the only ones w abilities, right? like they don’t know about the whole ‘43′ but they have an inkling. so: an au where lila STAYS, and after all that shit w the commission, the family gets back to the present and the next hyperfixation is to try and find these other super-powered people. (none of that sparrow academy shit alright - ben’s still hangin around - let me have my self-indulgent au where these kids catch a fuckin break)
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It’s been a few months. The family takes in Lila as one of their own, but it’s stilted. Like a puzzle piece forced into the wrong space, made to mesh and fit in an image it doesn’t belong to. Everyone’s got their own shit to deal with after the time jump and very little time to make the effort to trust her. Five doesn’t even bother, and Luther’s inclined to agree with him. But that’s okay. They’re like her, in that they’re not normal. They’re all so laughably not normal. It’s so funny she cries.
But she has Diego. Which is all Lila really cares about at the end of the day. They’re working through things. Things she put him through. Things he needs to let go. Things they need to talk about. Little by little, they make it work. No more secrets, not with each other. They love each other too much for all that pain, all over again.
But that’s family politics and emotional healing aight back to the romance. Listen ok maybe Five does his freaky investigation shit, maybe he digs up whatever records he can find of unnatural births on October 1st, 1989. Maybe he finds one of these unnatural kids and tracks em down to a flower store downtown - closer than any of them could’ve imagined, practically in the Hargreeves’ backyard. The owner is kind, pleasant. Boring, in Five’s words. You don’t seem anything out of the ordinary.
But even with a modest little greenhouse out back, you’re still in the middle of the city. With smoke, fumes, pollution. How are the leaves that healthy? How are the flowers that vibrant? How is it, that in your shop, no plant ever really seems to die? The flourishing life your shop fosters is beautiful, but uncanny.
And yeah, sick of being treated like a knife in the back waiting to happen, maybe Lila volunteers for recon. To get away for a while. Some part of her is desperate for a mark, itching to get back to what she’s good at. Especially since the last one went... awry.
Since they won’t trust her to go it solo, Diego gets dragged along as a handler supervisor. Perhaps because he’s the only one they think she won’t harm. Idiots. She’d never, not her boy. Not after the Kennedy clusterfuck. So Diego goes along, and to her surprise he’s actually looking forward to it. He knows the urge to stick to a lead like your life depends on it. He’s been that person before. God, he still is.
A honeymoon, she croons in his ear, and he snorts. His hand sliding into hers brings a grin to her lips and a warmth to her cheeks.
Out of all of them, Lila’s the least recognisable. She’s learnt how to blend in, how to appear innocuous. How not to appear at all. So she slides into the florist’s with ease, just another customer. And maybe the little gardener is cute. You smile at Lila like she couldn’t do anything wrong. You see her as a person, rather than a ticking time bomb. Your face falls meekly as Lila tells you she’s buying flowers for her boyfriend. You look so pretty when you’re flustered, scarcely breathing as Lila traces the smear of soil on your cheek, tucks that errant lock behind your ear. Oh, if only you knew.
Debriefing takes longer and longer as the days go on. Lila tells Diego with giddy excitement how you hum while watering the succulents, smile at the blooming buds like you’re proud of them. How you listen to Lila like she’s the only thing that matters and how your laugh sounds like the first break of spring. And Diego might take some convincing, but he can’t help but feel somewhat enamoured with the gardener. The idea of you, at least.
Falling for your mark. It’s so cliché.
Even so, Lila gets to know you. So does Diego, living vicariously through surreptitious surveillance and Lila’s own love-struck recounts.
Maybe they break protocol a little. Lila takes you out for coffee, learns your order. Learns that the care you attend to your plants with is applied to just about everything in your life. Including her. Maybe Diego begins to join you, discovering that all the hiding and sneaking around was pointless because the name ‘Diego’ doesn’t mean anything sinister to you. ‘Hargreeves’, though, they don’t mention. Not right now. You’re kind, not stupid, and if you do have the abilities they suspect, then any mention of the mythic family will send you running for the hills.
While Lila’s in the bathroom, Diego throws a light jab. Just to test the waters. Maybe you counter with something quick and cutting, raising a brow. And oh, how his heart flutters once he finds out you have thorns. Diego falls quicker than he realises, your sweet half-smile taking hold of his heart just like Lila’s sharp grin did, way back in ‘63. He decides, then and there, that Five doesn’t need to know about this. None of the others do.
Maybe they break protocol a lot, and show up at the flower shop one day, asking you to sit down. No more secrets, they remember. Not between them, and now, not with you. They tell you a story of cruel parents, superpowers and lonely children. Of death and rage and destruction. Of the apocalypse, which never happened yet apparently did, and how you died, a speck amongst billions. Of falling down a rabbit hole to the 60′s, and falling all the way back again. They tell you who they are, who they think you are, and why they showed up in the first place.
Five definitely doesn’t need to know about this.
It’s... a lot. You need time to process, and they understand. They don’t like it, but Diego’s not Sir Reginald and Lila’s not the Handler. So they leave you be, thinking that’s that. Their florist, yet another mistake made by The Umbrella Academy, left in the dust. You feel confused and betrayed and heartbroken for a long while. Radio silence.
Until things get better.
You show up at their apartment one evening, weeks later, holding a potted un-sprouted bulb, panting at the doorstep like you ran all the way there. They let you in without a word. You set the flowerpot on the table and god, you talk more than they’ve ever heard from you in one sitting. It’s rambling, not all that eloquent. But they understand what you’re saying, eyes softening at your misguided panic.
And then — shyly, as if they could ever deny you anything — you ask if they want to see. (It takes Diego’s elbow in her side to get Lila’s mind out of the gutter.) You dip your fingers into the soil, frowning gently in concentration. There’s a familiar pins-and-needles sensation in your fingertips, flowing through your nerves and into the moist earth. Absently, you worry if it’ll even work. These two have a tendency to throw you off guard.
But lo and behold, the dormant bulb unfurls before their eyes in a matter of seconds, springing forth a fresh green shoot, and a moment later, a starburst of golden petals.
A daffodil, bobbing lightly on their coffee table.
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ugh yeah lmao this got long but that’s the fic idea, anon. thanks for askin :)
and NO the super-powered kids aren’t related - in my mind the hargreeves’ were adopted/raised together and are therefore siblings and THAT’S why they shouldn’t date each other - but diego, lila and reader have no familial connection. at all. i’m not here for any pseudo-incest shit in this fic pls and thank u.
aha look at me writing blurbs for tua fics when i have a wholeass! paz fic! published! and u n f i n i s h e d ! alsdhfgalshdfg now i want to do more someone come scream at me about ezra and oberyn and ellaria and paz and boba and din and any other character under the sun
listen y’all i have a lot of IDEAS for various fics and i also have Zero self control - please ask me about them!!!! fuck it man ask me about anything odds are i’ll fuckin write it!!!!!! i am a desperate hoe!!!! i have no self-respect!!!!
#please come talk to me!!! about fics or fandom or anything!!!#don't be shy i'm just super talkative and v non-threatening#yeah#i wanna come up w a cute placeholder name for reader#greenie? some flower name?#who knows#also uh#daffodils signify new beginnings#and awareness#and forgiveness#👀#look at me relearning flower meanings n shit for fics i feel Knowledgable#i am a Scholar#ask#anon#anon ask#i'm tagging for clout don't look at me#i too am ashamed#the umbrella academy#tua#diego hargreeves#number two#lila pitts#diego x reader x lila#diego hargreeves x reader x lila pitts#diego x reader#diego hargreeves x reader#lila x reader#lila pitts x reader#poly
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A Saltier analysis of the Art of Star Wars Rebels (Part 2)
So…..after my initial post you can find here more issues with the book where pointed out to me/I just sat looking through it noticing even more issues so….consider this a part two to my original post going over even more issues I have with the Art of Star Wars Rebels. Obviously there will be salt so if you enjoyed the book a lot and don’t want that view tainted please don’t click on below the cut. Also beware major spoilers for Rebels.
So first off we’re going to kick off with talking about some items that were very strangely missing from the book. Now full disclosure @findswoman really was the one who noticed this issue but it seriously deserves mention and I am stunned I missed it but, why are Loth cats and Loth Bats not ever mentioned in the book?
Loth Cats are a near constant presence within the series, they play some minor roles even in destroying a droid and helping distract guards. Loth bats similarly inspire the gliders that the kids use to rescue Hera! Said gliders make it into the book
Why aren’t the loth bats, the inspiration for said gliders, even in the book as well?
Another potentially controversial criticism I have is for the cover for the deluxe edition itself.
Some people may love it which is fair but personally I am not as fond of it as I am of the original cover. I get that they were trying to get a feel of the holocron in the cover but it just doesn’t vibe with me at all and I feel like they could have done something more special for the deluxe cover.
Speaking of holocrons, they do not get a proper showcase within the art book. Here is the page where it is mentioned and notice how it talks about the map, not the holocron itself.
Hell, you barely see it in the image in the book! Why? The holocrons are a big deal in the show, why are they not getting showcased when items that only make an appearance in one episode do? Even if other media showed off the holocrons, this is the art of Star Wars Rebels, if it was important to the show, it deserved a place in the book. Instead they waste space on things that were not important or even really shown in the show. Like Tatooine gets two full pages in the book:
Some of those images almost look like shots from Episode 4 which brings back the question of what the heck is this doing here? (Which I found myself asking way too much when looking through this book). Again this book should be a celebration of Rebels, not all of Star Wars. Those pages could have been used to show off key elements from the show that for unknown reasons got cut from the book.
There is just a lot of what feels like filler or wasted space in the book, for example Rex, Obi-wan, Vader, Yoda, Bo-Katan and Palpatine get two pages devoted to their characters while other main characters from the show get only one page or only half a page like in Choppers case. Zeb, Kallus, and Hera also all do not get their alternate season designs shown off in the book while Kanan, Sabine and Ezra do. Hell Rex even got an extra half a page to show off designs that never made it into the show and seemingly only exists to push Filoni’s headcanon that Rex was there with Han Solo.
Why are the main characters not allowed to be the unashamed stars of this book? Why did the editors feel the need to waste space with characters who are not the stars and have their spot to shine in other media? Original characters for this show should get full and multiple pages for their characters, not characters who have appeared in other media and probably appear in other art books.
If other side characters like Tristen and Usra Wren or Ketsun where getting these full or two pages I wouldn’t be quiet as annoyed because they are all original characters for the show, but those characters only got half a page while again, characters from other media like Saw and Mon Motha got a full page. I will say this until I am blue in the face but the original characters created specifically for Rebels should have been the true stars of this book, instead they are getting gypped and the short end of the stick while other characters the team thinks is more popular are given the spotlight. (I am not showing the pictures because, as is, this post is getting ridiculously long but I will happily share them in a reblog if anyone wants to see this).
They even included characters who never appeared in the show in the book
This is the very definition of wasted space. This page could have been used for undercover Chopper designs or season 3 or 4 of Hera and Zeb designs or one of the many many things that never made an appearance in the book that by all accounts should have been like Kanan’s lightsaber or Zeb’s bo-rifle. Instead we get stuff of Director Krennic.
Even things that had their fair share of content, still managed to miss the mark in some cases.
The Ghost in total has about six pages devoted to it which even includes concept art for it that was never used which is not a problem at all. In fact I love that! This is what I bought the book for, to see concepts and art for things that were at some point going to be in the show but were cut for one reason or another. The book would have benefited if it contained way more concept art for things like this like for example what Filoni imagined Lasan to look like or other concept designs for Zeb or hell talk about Kallus’s early days when he was originally a Chiss. Interesting stuff like that which wasn’t explored in the show but still exciting and interesting.
My big issue with the Ghost sections (yes sections) is that instead of putting everything related to the Ghost together for some reason the pages are split into two different sections within the book.
(Don’t ask my why they decided to throw concept art of the millennium falcon to go with that little tidbit instead of more concept art for the Ghost, just know this is on my shitlist too)
These are pages 48 through 51 of the book. The next time the Ghost appears is way later near the end of the book
Pages 150 and 151! Some of the split concepts for things can be explained by the fact that the book is split into several sections: Beginning, middle, and end of the show. However this does not give a satisfactory explanation as to why the Ghost’s concept art is split across two sections and not even evenly! Why not put all of the information for the Ghost all together in one section so if someone was looking for something specifically for reference or something they don’t have to look through the whole book to find it because the info is all over the place? Directly following the later pages is the Phantom II so maybe the logic was they didn’t want to just toss the Phantom in without any other context? Which….doesn’t work cuz the Ghost honestly feels thrown in for no real reason. The Phantom II being separated from the Ghost and The Phantom would have been fine because the Phantom does come in later so it being in the section devoted to later parts of the series would have been fine.
Of course, I can’t really say there is a section for the Phantom, that one image you saw back on page 50? That is the only reference the original Phantom ,something that was in the show for two seasons, get’s. One image and maybe a second but it feels more like an image of the back of the Ghost and not one of the Phantom. Meanwhile the Phantom II get’s two pages entirely to itself. Why the difference? Both ships were in the series for two seasons, why not some images of the inside of the Phantom or more shots from different angles? Why does only the Phantom II get these?
I really cannot fathom why they skimped out on one ship and gave two pages to another when both had equal importance.
Now I mentioned before that the layout of the book may have influenced the decision to split the pages talking about the Ghost, but personally I am not a fan of the layout of the book. It makes things confusing and doesn’t flow well. Here is the table of contents:
At a glance this seems fine and a nice nod to the series having four seasons, but notice there are no sub categories like textbooks that have key concepts in the chapter and what page they start on. So if you wanted to focus on character models? You would still have to spend a lot of time flipping through the sections to find what you were looking for. Personally I would have rather the book be divided by content: Characters, props, and environments. That way all things that are alike would all be group together instead of broken up into four sections across the book. Of course other art books could be laid out like this and people may like this method. This particular point is a bit more nitpicky and me being a person who was far more interested in character concept art then anything else.
I briefly touched upon this in my part one analysis of the book, but this issue rears its ugly head again in the issue of things not getting good labeling leaving the reader having to read the mini paragraphs or searching the book to figure out what it is or what is going on.
Want to know where this is?
Or this?
Or even this?
Me too, too bad the book can’t be bothered to tell you anything about these. When I was searching for anything to tell me what these images among many others in the book where, I noticed this
Which for a bit I couldn’t figure out what it was, notes accidentally left in? Some obscure reference to what it was supposed to be? Looking at other pages I noticed repeat notes that looked the same so I was starting to get even more confused until when looking through the cover pages, I finally spotted this:
Which okay fine they shorthanded the artists names in the credits right be the art….but then I noticed that not every piece of art in this book has any sort of credit along with the fact that quite a few have no label for what it's supposed to be. And while one could argue that those places are iconic enough to be recognized I have to disagree. Not everyone knows or follows all Star Wars Media that is a fan of the show. Not everyone has a great memory of the episodes within rebels or places that most would think are familiar. There is no reason to not put in a small label next to the artist credit so fans know what it is supposed to be. I could guess or try to look it up but I shouldn’t have to, the book should tell me what it is!
Even worse is the inconsistency on if an artist gets credit for the art they made. Like this one here:
No credit or anything, we have no clue who created this piece or why there is nothing here to indicate who did, and that is not fair to the person who created this piece. (I checked the next page as well even and there was nothing)
Also yes that image above the artist’s credit is another concept art from episode 4 which was slapped on there for who knows why. Again this should have been more art from Rebels. This is not, nor should it be, the art of Star Wars. It is the art of Star Wars Rebels. No concept art from other media has any business being in this book.
So many aspects of this book feel rushed or slapped together with no real rhyme or reason even though it was delayed in its release and then released early! Why? It just doesn’t make any sense and isn’t fair to the fans of this show who adored it and wanted to get this book to learn more about the show that for many fans, including myself, got me into Star Wars. We deserve more respect than this.
This book truly feels like a quick cash grab, not the thank you to the fans of the show it should have been.
Again I cannot stress this enough, if you like the book that is fine. But you cannot blow off and ignore the voices of people who are not satisfied with this book and expected so much more from it then it gave us.
#SWR#the art of star Wars Rebels#Star Wars Rebels#Salt#part two#SWR salt#let's see if the pictures get all screwed up again
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Imagine you’re Olivia’s daughter, and you get caught in a school shooting TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SCHOOL SHOOTING (SOMEWHAT GRAPHIC), AND RAPE
It was a day like any other, or at least it was supposed to be. You woke up with your mother at six in the morning, got showered, got dressed in your uniform, packed your dance bag, ate a rushed lunch, and your mom drove you to school. You kissed your moms cheek quickly before hopping out of the car, and racing into the school.
Olivia went her way to the precinct.
Everything was normal, until around twelve in the afternoon.
You were in fourth period, Math. The teacher was out, and you had a substitute which meant the class was pretty much partying the entire time. You had music on blast. You and your two best friends, Dina and Ezra, were dancing along to the song. Dina had her phone on recording you three on a livestream on Twitter.
Everything was pretty much normal. The only thing out of the ordinary was the gun shots you heard in the distance.
“What the fuck was that?” Dina’s voice wavered.
The teacher began shouting. “Turn off the lights, and hide behind the wall.”
Ezra turned the lights off, another student shut off the music, and the class huddled up against the wall. The screams and the gunshots progressively got closer. Everyone was absolutely horrified. Your classroom was at the end of the hall, and when you heard footsteps approaching, you felt a dark sense of impending doom come over you.
The door opened, the light from the hallway pooling over the floor. The kid with the AK-47 entered the room, and flipped on the light. He looked at the group in the room, and started shooting. First, the teacher, then a couple of classmates.
That was, until you jumped in front of the gun, and you noticed who was behind the trigger.
Peter McCane. A ninth grader in your dance class outside of school stood in front of you, his pale face splattered with the blood of your fellow students. Tears pooled down his cheeks. “Y/N…”
“Peter, what are you doing?” You asked softly.
He lowered his gun a bit, gulping. “I had to. I had to.”
***
The precinct was relatively slow today. Everyone was sitting around doing paperwork from their previous case. That was until Captain Cragen ran into the precinct from his office.
“Liv.” He looked at her, his eyes full of worry.
She looked up, eyebrows knit in confusion. “Captain…what’s wrong?”
“There’s a shooting.” He stated. “A school shooting.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay…what’s that got to do with SVU?”
“It’s Y/N’s school.” He stated, flipping the television on.
Fox News was showing a live video feed. Olivia turned toward the screen, and sure enough, Y/N Benson was in the crooked frame standing next to the shooter.
***
“Peter, come on. Tell me why you had to.”
He started sobbing, kicking the door shut but kept a tight grip on the gun. “Ricky Cummings.” He screamed, looking behind you. “Fucking beloved Ricky Cummings.”
Your thumping heart beat so fast against your chest you thought it was going to explode, but you kept calm outwardly. You looked behind yourself, and a terrified Ricky was backed against the wall, tears pooling down his cheeks. “Is it okay if I stand, Peter?”
He nodded. “Whatever.”
So you did, shoving your hands into your skirt pockets. “What did Ricky do?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t fucking matter, Y/N!”
“Well.” You inhaled deeply. “Clearly it does to you. So tell me, Peter. Tell me what happened.”
He sniffled, rubbing his eyes with his forearm. All of a sudden, he looked like the child he was. “Stormy Marks asked me to prom. She’s a senior…I’m just a nerdy freshman. I thought…I thought she liked me. That night, I went to her house to pick her up. We took prom pictures…my mom was so happy for me. It was supposed to be the greatest night of my life.”
You nodded sympathetically. “Okay. Go on, Pete.”
“When we got to the dance…I was so excited. All her friends were treating me really well. Stormy asked if I wanted to go with her to the supplies closet…”
“And everyone knows that’s where hookups go down during prom.” You sighed.
“Yeah.” He muttered. “When we got there, Stormy shoved me in and locked the door. When I turned around, Ricky was there. He laughed, told me I was an idiot if I really thought Stormy wanted to go out with me. That I was just a submissive little cunt that needed some pity…that he’d show me what a submissive cunt I was.”
You knew exactly where this was going. You took a slow breath.
“He ripped off my pants, and raped me.” He screamed. “He fucking raped me, Y/N, and I couldn’t do anything about it! For weeks everyone laughed at me, everyone mocked me, called me a pussy. They didn’t care. They didn’t care, they didn’t care, they didn’t care! But they’re going to care. They’re going to fucking care!”
***
At this point, SWAT was on the premises, a plethora of ambulances, the fire department. The entire SVU squad sat outside of the school, watching the feed on their phones.
“She’s keeping him talking.” Nick said to Olivia. “Y/N is a smart girl, Liv. She’s going to be okay.”
“I should be in there!” She shouted. “I should be in there protecting my baby!”
“Look, Liv.” Amanda nudged her shoulder. “She’s just like you. She’s protecting her friends, and she’s going to get out safely. Okay?”
***
“So…you wanted revenge.” You stood slowly, walking toward him. “You wanted them to feel pain just like you did.”
“I shot everyone…everyone.”
“Who is dead, Pete?”
“Most of the 12th grade classes. There were some stragglers…” He responded. “They evacuated 9th, 10th, and 11th…”
You took a deep breath. “Peter, I get it. I understand your pa-“
“You don’t understand a god damn thing!” He screamed, pointing the gun at your head.
Your hands flew up. “Peter. Listen, okay? Can you listen to me?”
His eyes glowed with anger now, his hands shaking on the trigger.
You exhaled slowly. “When I was in ninth grade I was raped too. By a senior, who I was dating for awhile. When I said I didn’t want to have sex with him, he raped me, and he broke up with me. Then, he told all of his friends, and they mocked me until the day they graduated. I never told anyone either, Peter. I was scared. I was so scared of the humiliation, I was scared he’d hurt me again. I was so, so scared. I wanted nothing more than to make them pay, but…”
Peter’s face softened again. “But what?”
“Peter, this isn’t the way. This wasn’t the way.”
“I want him to pay for what he did to me!” Peter screamed something fierce, his entire face red. He pushed passed you, and walked over to the terrified teen that huddled against the wall.
“P-Please.” Ricky pleaded. “Please d-don’t shoot.”
“I asked you to stop too.” Peter growled. “You just kept going.”
You touched the boys shoulder, squeezing tightly. “Peter. Listen to me. Killing him isn’t going to do anything, you know that?”
“Of course it will! He can never hurt anyone again!” Peter spun on his heels, the gun against your abdomen.
“So, what? You kill him, and that’s it? He doesn’t suffer? He doesn’t think about his choices, day in and day out, in a prison where he will be raped day in and day out?” You asked softly. “And you? You rot in a prison cell too?”
“No, because I’ll be dead.” He spat. “As soon as this fucker dies, just like Stormy, I will kill myself.”
You shook your head. “Peter. Listen to me, okay? Ricky can pay for what he did to you. He can pay, justly, and rightly, but you have to do this the right way. I never got to. I was never brave enough. But you can’t kill him. You can’t kill anyone else. Not even yourself.”
Peter began wretching, and vomited all over the floor. Then, he began sobbing again. “After all of this…I never even got that dance…never got a dance with a beautiful girl.” He sat on a chair to the desk beside him, gun still clutched in his hands.
“Pete. Here are your choices.” You said softly, sitting on the table of the desk. “You kill everyone in this room, and then you die, and no one pays for anything, and you cause everyone else pain and anguish…or you drop your weapon, I can give you one last dance, and we can walk out of here together. Alive.”
“They won’t let me out of here alive.” Peter shook his head. “I’m a school shooter…they wouldn’t…”
“I’ll sit right in front of you, Pete. My mom? She’s a detective. She’s probably out there right now.” You smiled at the thought of your mother, who was probably terrified out of her mind. “She won’t let anyone shoot me. I’ll be your body guard. I’ll be your bullet proof vest. I promise, you’ll get out of here alive. Just let everyone go…let everyone leave.”
Peter sniffled, and looked over to Ricky. “W-What about him?”
“Let me call my mom.” You said softly. “He will be arrested as soon as he hits the grass of the front lawn. Okay? Is it okay if my mom comes up here and takes him away?”
“No…not your mom.” He shook his head. “Someone who works with her, fine, but…not your mom.”
“Okay.” You said, very disappointed but trying to hide it. “Fine. Her partner, Nick. He’ll come in.”
“F-Fine.” Peter mumbled. “But no games!”
You slid your phone out of your pocket and into your shaking hands. You clicked on Nick’s contact. It hardly rang before he answered.
“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, clearly panicked.
“I’m okay. There are three dead, but everyone else is safe and unharmed. Peter says he’s going to let everyone go now, except for me. You have to come up here and take them out, okay?”
“Okay, sweetie…okay. You’re doing amazing, Y/N, you’re doing incredible.”
“Nick?”
“Yes, baby?”
“There’s a student here. Ricky Cummings. You’re going to arrest him for the rape of Peter McCane.”
“Y/N…”
“Nick.”
“Okay. Okay.”
You hung up, and slid your phone back into your pocket.
Only moments later, and Nick entered the room. You sent him a tearful smile.
“Okay kids. Come on, run, get out.” Nick said, and the students started piling out.
Dina, unnoticed, rested her phone against the wall so the livestream could continue.
Everyone ran out, except for Ricky, who had pissed himself.
“Ricky Cummings.” Nick grabbed his forearm, and hoisted him up. “You are under arrest for the rape of Peter McCane…” He continued to mirandize him as they exited the classroom.
Peter began to sob mercilessly, dropping the gun beside him. You brought the small boy into your arms, holding him against yourself.
“Okay, okay.” You cooed. “He’s gone. He’s gone, Pete.”
“I’m sorry.” He sobbed into your chest. “I’m so sorry..they’re all dead because of me…b-because of me…”
“Shhh.” You shushed. “Come on, Pete. Let me give you that dance.”
You stood, and helped him onto his feet. You took out her phone, and went to Spotify, playing “Baby It’s Cold Outside”
“I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice”
Peter let out his hand for you, and you took it. He wrapped his shaking arms around your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck. You could smell the blood on him, and you began silently crying.
***
The dance felt like it had gone on for hours, but the song ended. He sniffled, pulling away from you. “Thank you…Y/N. I’m ready to go now.”
You grabbed his hand, crying as well. “Come on, Pete. Let’s go.”
You lead him down the bloodied halls, almost tripping over the dead students and teachers that cluttered the floor. Down the stairs, the front doors. You pushed open the double doors, and Peter stayed up against your back.
“It’s okay!” You shouted. “He’s unarmed!”
One of the swat men ran over to the two, and grabbed you, running away with you toward the SVU squad.
Another SWAT guy grabbed Peter roughly, and cuffed him.
The man dropped you in front of your mother, who brought you into a bear hug that had the two of you on the ground weeping.
“Oh, my baby. My sweet, sweet baby.” Olivia sobbed into your neck. “Oh my sweet girl.”
“I’m okay, mommy.” You weeped. “I’m okay.”
Olivia sat on the grass, holding you in her lap tightly. You was too big for this, but Olivia couldn’t help but be brought back to when you were just a little girl. So small, always wanting to be curled around your mommy.
“Liv.” Amanda knelt down to the two of you. “We have to get her to the hospital.”
Olivia looked up, sniffling.
“I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me.” You stated.
“We still have to go.” Amanda said sadly.
You nodded, going to get up. Olivia held on tighter.
“Mommy.” You smiled softly. “I’m okay. I’m safe. We’ve gotta go…I’m not leaving.”
The older woman nodded. The two of you sat up, Olivia’s hand never leaving yours.
***
After the long, horrible day you’d had, you went back to your apartment. The squad was there, all too worried for the Bensons to be anywhere else.
You had taken a very, very long shower. You dressed in black leggings, and an oversized hoodie. You walked out of the bathroom, and everyone stared at you with pity.
You burst into sobs, hot tears running down your cheeks.
Nick leapt forward, grabbing you in his arms, hoisting you up into his grasp. You wrapped your legs around his waist, crying loudly into his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” You wept. “I’m so, so, so, sorry.”
“For what, my love?” Olivia asked, rubbing your back gently.
“I didn’t tell you about my assault.” You sniffled. “I didn’t tell you, and you had to find out during a tragedy like that!”
“It wasn’t your fault.” Amanda spoke. “You had to do it. You had to talk him down, get to his level. You got out of there alive.”
“I should’ve said something earlier.” You cried desperately. “I was so scared you’d hate me, mommy.”
Nick let you down to your feet. Olivia grabbed you, leading you to the couch, where she placed you in her lap once more that day. She wrapped you up tightly in her arms. “I could never hate you, lovey. You’re my miracle. The best thing to ever happen to me, understand?”
You nodded.
“It’s okay. You’re safe. No one can ever hurt you again, do you understand me? I love you so much.”
“We all love you.” Captain Cragen spoke.
“We’re your family, baby doll.” Amanda squeezed your leg. “You’re safe, and loved.”
You nodded. “I love you guys too…”
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(Ezra and Fern belong to the wonderful and amazingly talented @wildfaewhump! Thank you for letting me borrow them!)
Ezra hadn't planned for the day to go this way. He and Fern were going for a walk, they'd planned the route together and everything, trying to get them to be more comfortable in the open air. He was so proud of them for wearing a tank top! Wearing something outside of long sleeves after they had gotten heat stroke a few weeks ago.
Of course they had to turn the corner and end up in the middle of a protesting mob.
Fern hovers nervously at his side, watching more and more people pour out of the building. "E, Ez, Ezra, can, can we leave?"
"Yeah, let's get outta here. We can go the long way to the park." Ezra flashes a grin and turns around, gaping at the mass exodus from the building behind them. "Fuck." He gathers himself, looks behind him at Fern. "All right, hold onto me, okay? Let's try and get out of their way." Fern's hand on his shirt prompts him to start moving through the crowd of people, hopefully before it gets thick enough to trap Fern.
But in a crowd this big, that doesn't happen. He watches in slow motion as someone wielding a picket sign shoulders Fern out of the way, and the faint pressure on his shoulder vanishes. "Shit, shit shit shit!" He turns and scans the crowd for the touch telepath, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees a flash of red hair.
"There you are!" He takes Fern's hand, which he normally would never do without asking, but they need to get out of here before Fern gets overwhelmed and surrounded by angry people.
With a reassuring squeeze, he pulls Fern behind him as he forces his way through the hoard. He nearly has to drag them, it feels like the crowd is pulling them in. It's too loud to say anything that they would hear, but he wants to continuously apologize for every moment they're stuck here, bumping into people and reading every loud, angry protester.
Stupid. He checked that there were no events in the park today. He didn't check for events on the way there.
Finally, they make it out of the crowd, but Ezra doesn't stop until they make it to a side street, to a bench where Fern can sit down. Only then does he release their hand. "Made it! Are you okay?"
A red-haired, green-eyed, Fern-sized girl, confused, scared, shaking, looks up at him, pulling her arms close to her chest. "What, what do you want?" She stammers out, stepping away from him.
Oh, shit.
It takes a moment for him to realize what he's done. Ezra leans his forehead into his hands. "Shit."
Fern's still in that crowd somewhere, and he's basically just kidnapped this girl, and today is not going the way he planned it.
The girl is still backing away, but they’re in a small side street, which would be perfect for Fern to catch their breath after reading so many people. Not so perfect for an accidental kidnapping. She can’t leave without going past him.
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for scaring you like that, you look a lot like my friend and I was trying to get them away from the crowds. I’ll bring you back, promise. Were you with anyone?” He crouches a little so that he’s at eye level, a little less intimidating.
A small nod. “My friend Elana.” She looks so nervous, it tugs at his heartstrings.
“Elana, okay. Well, let’s go find her, hmm?” Ezra offers a smile, but his head is spinning. He has to fix what he’s done, but he has to find Fern. He can just imagine that tank top morphing from Fern's expression of confidence to an enabler of fear and overstimulation. “Maybe we can find my friend while we’re at it. My name is Ezra.”
"I- I'm Jewel." Her voice is almost as small as she is.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl." Ezra watches with a grin as that brings color to her cheeks. “Whoever picked out that name sure chose the right one for you, you’re precious.”
Her face turns as red as her hair. “Thank you,” she stammers out.
Ezra starts walking, glancing behind her to make sure she’s still there. He’d offer to hold her hand to make sure she doesn’t get lost, but the reason she is lost is because of him. As they draw nearer to the protest and start hearing the shouts again, Jewel suddenly stops following.
He comes to a halt. “Jewel? You okay, hon?”
She hesitates, then shakes her head, rubbing her arms nervously, and hunching her shoulders in a way that's so similar to Fern. "They're so angry..."
Ezra looks over at her, pauses. "You're a Path?"
The way her eyes flick downwards is answer enough. She curls forward a little more, riddled with an all-too-familiar tension.
"Hey." Ezra crouches in front of her. "Watch this." He scans the area and focuses on a nearby garden. With a look, he floats a soft blue peony from the expanse of flowers to his hand, and he gently tucks it behind her ear. "I'm a Path too."
She watches the flower with wide eyes, flinching a little at the soft touch. Her gaze settles on his face, and he smiles a little.
"My friend is a Path, too, and they look like you. And they're stuck in that big crowd back there." Ezra jerks his head back the way they came, watching the realization spread across her face. "I'm worried about them. Can you help me find them?" He offers his hand. “If you want to check if I’m genuine.”
She looks up at him nervously before she reaches out and tentatively brushes the pads of her fingers across the back of his knuckles. Whatever she feels, it seems to make her relax a little.
"Are you an empath?" They're so angry. The barest of nods confirms his hunch. “Any chance you can find your friend? I'm sure she's worried about you."
"I- I'll- I'll try." He watches her carefully as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
For a moment, he thinks it’s working, but then the angry shouts of the protesters swell, and Jewel starts shaking. “Oh, hey, hey-” He hurries forward just in time to catch her before she hits the ground. he moves his arms so he’s holding her through the cloth of her shirt, she doesn’t need to overextend herself.
He kneels, rubbing her shoulder gently over her shirt in the way that always comforts Fern. "Hey, Jewel, hey, don't strain yourself, okay? The old-fashioned way works just as well. What does Elana look like?"
“Um-” It takes a minute for Jewel to recover. “She’s tall, really tall, and she has, um, blue hair-”
“Blue hair, huh? Like these?” Ezra waggles his similarly-hued eyebrows at her until she starts giggling. “Come on, let’s find some hair to match.”
This time, when he offers his hand, she takes it without hesitation.
#not whump#fluff#kinda?#big shout out to Vic for letting me borrow Ezra and Fern!#empathy#overwhelmed#meet cute#jewel#elana#pathsquad#my characters#someone else's characters#for vic#my writing#comf#accidental whump#ezra#fern
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I Think I Need To Sit Down...
A/N: Hey guys! My second fanfic on here, so please leave feedback. I have been pondering over a Barry Allen fanfic idea for a while, trying to perfect it. I may do more than one part on this if anyone likes it. Just a heads up, I’m using the Justice league version of Barry Allen; so in other words...the lovely Ezra Miller. The goofy and amazing man with a perfect jawline ;) Hope you enjoy!
Warning: Violence, and it’s pretty long...like most of my work :)
Pairing: Barry Allen (the Flash) x Reader
Summary: The reader has met Barry quite a few times, as their fathers are both in the same jail, and constantly go to visit theirs. The reader’s father isn’t innocent like Barry’s, but he surely loves his daughter. So when some people feel he has neglected them of what they deserve, they are sent to kidnap her...but Barry catches wind, and has to figure out how to protect his friend, the same friend he has grown to have a pretty big crush on since the beginning.
You turn the corner into the visiting room for the second time this week. The room has a strange aura in it, not exacting surprising for a jail...but it makes your nose scrunch. You see your father enter the room, taking his seat on the other side of the glass, picking up a phone. You know you have little time, and your father looks very tired so you quickly pick up the cold blue phone and place it to your ear. “Y/N, you promised that you wouldn’t come back for a little while. I wanted you to get some time out of this hell hole. It’s bad enough that I’m stuck in here, but you get the choice.” You father says in a quiet yet still reprimanding voice. You sigh, pushing your hair behind your ear.
“Dad, I can’t just stop seeing you. I’m not Mom.” You say shaking your head. Why would he even think that? That’s not you at all to just stop coming, but his eyes sag slightly after hearing your comment. As your brain starts racing, you hear somebody sit in the place next to you. You look over to see Barry. This wasn’t a surprise, you had seen him almost once a week lately for a while.
“I just don’t want anything happening to you. There are people in this jail that don’t like me...they know your name, and it won’t take that much to find our address. I am just nervous for you and your mother, whether she visits me or not.” Your father says and you look up, slight alarm showing on your features. Since when is he stressing about this?
“Is someone threatening you dad?” You ask knowing he would never casually stress over these things, but now that he is in jail, he is basically a sitting duck and can’t hide behind his confidence. He can’t protect you all at anymore.
“N-no, don’t worry. I just don’t like you showing your face to the wrong crowd. Not everyone visiting is here to see their parents who are cursed with misfortune, some are here to set things up, or get lists and other things to continue a business.” He explains, and you agree it is possible he is not wanting all of his business to the world. You spend another few minutes speaking about the events in your life that he would be interested in knowing, before heading out and signing out of the jail.
“Y/N, hi.” You hear and turn around, a small and friendly smile growing onto your face. Barry. He looked just as energetic as ever, which is the exact opposite from how you feel right now; exhausted.
“Barry, how are you doing?” You ask and he shrugs. It’s one of those smiles that says that things are going good but he does not want to overshare.
“I’m good. Started at my new job. I just had to come tell my dad how it went, considering it will hopefully get my foot in the door to get him out.” He says with a small grin. “And you?” His feet shuffled on the floor as he talked; restless as always. He always has to be moving, like his mind was running a million miles an hour.
“That’s amazing. Congratulations. I’m decent. Same old, same old.” You say and shove your hands in your pockets. You’ve seen Barry a little bit lately. You saw him at the coffee shop the other day and then again at the grocery store. He’s always bright and cheerful, and you wouldn’t ever imagine for him to have the backstory he has. It inspires you to be more positive. You and Barry say your farewells and awkwardly part ways like normal, but today he seemed like he was edging the conversation more than usual.
You had spent the rest of your day as normal, picking up some things your mother had forgotten for dinner at the store, and heading home slowly. Car rides have become your private place. Your mother is all over the place after your father going into jail and hasn’t changed since, and you have nowhere else to really get away. But as you pull into your driveway, your mother isn’t home, but another car was parked in her place. A big black SUV. You bite your lip, as your stomach was confused. Did she get a loner car? She had never told you about any car troubles, but then again...she doesn’t tell you a lot anymore.
You exit the car and bring the groceries inside, setting them on the kitchen island. “Mom? Did you get a loner car?” You practically scream through the house. The oven was on, meaning she was home, right? You hear footsteps into the kitchen and turn around to see...not your mother? You hand goes back to your keys, knowing if they wanted you, you wouldn’t be able to go around them to get to the knives. You place the keys in between your fingers, in case you need to throw a punch, it will hurt a lot more. “Who-?”
“Y/N, right? We’ve been waiting for a while, coming here straight from the jail. So rude to leave your guests waiting...” The extra long and smooth tone in the taller man’s voice made you shiver a little. You go to open your mouth but he holds up a finger to his lips. “No, no sweetheart. I do not want to talk to you, I want to talk to your father’s acquaintances. They will not contact me, so I have decided to pay you a visit. Fighting me will only result in you getting hurt, ever heard the saying: never bring a knife to a gunfight? Those keys are less useful than a knife.” The man says taking a very hefty looking pistol out of his pocket and aiming it right at you. Your heart flipped at the action. You knew your father dealt with some crappy people, but this was nuts! You gulp as he lets out a raspy chuckle. He lowers the gun and takes a step closer, but everything swirls as you feel hands on your waist. You feel...wind? You open your eyes and see things the way you see things when you’re going fast in a car and everything seems to fly by you.
“Y/N please don’t struggle, I am struggling as it is, dodging bullets.” You hear from a very familiar voice and you furrow your eyebrows. Not possible. Dodging bullets? The only way that’s possible is if the male had a silencer on his gun, but that would not surprise you. How were you going so fast? Where is your mother? Are you on a weird acid trip? Did somebody drug you?
“Barry?” Was all you could get out before you came to a quick halt. You were in...a room? You feel the hands leave you and the lights turn on to reveal computer monitors and TVs, as well as a suit. A metal suit? What is this, Iron Man? “Where....? How did you know where I live? How did you know those people were...? What is this place? How did you get me here so fast, without getting shot? What’s going on?” You finish, as Barry waits patiently for you to feel satisfied with the amount of questions you were throwing at him. He takes a moment, concentration showing on his face before he spoke.
“We are at my place, I know where you live because everyone knows where you live after your dad...I heard your father talk to you about people not liking him, so I asked my father and he told me that your father had been getting into fights with other guys in jail like him: big reputations, except they have little morals. Lastly, I got you here because I’m fast.” He states simply and you scoff.
“You think?” You say taking in all the information. Fast? More like inhuman. “How are you so...? Oh my god! My mom! They have my mom!” You realize and he puts out a hand, meaning to stop your train of thoughts as you start to pace.
“No they don’t. I called my friend. He said he would make sure your mother is safe and sound for the night. You may know him...his name is Batman.” Barry says confidently and you pause, turning to look at him. Was he serious? Did they drug him too? You burst out laughing. The goofy look on his face falters at your reaction.
“You’re kidding.” You say in between laughing. Your coping mechanism for getting all this crazy information, as well as getting a gun aimed at you, and finding out your (sorta) friend has special powers is now laughing uncontrollably. Barry was clearly uncomfortable with this reaction, as he crosses his arms and shakes his head solemnly.
“No. I’m not. I also know Superman. He raced me once. I won.” Barry says and you hold your head. Barry Allen, your friend you met at the jail, can run faster than the greatest superhero on earth, is friends with Batman...and just saved your life.
“I think I need to sit down.” You say, starting to rock on your feet. You’re afraid if you don’t, you may pass out, as your head is starting to pound, and you feel light on your feet. He pulls one of the chairs out for you quickly and sits you down, which didn’t help your dizziness.
“I understand this is a lot, and I’m sorry. But you have to believe everything I am saying. It’s all true. And you may need to stay with me for a little while, until me and Bru-Batman get this all figured out. Okay?” Barry says and you look up into his soft brown eyes. You kind of stare at him dumbfoundedly, taking in his appearance close up before nodding. His jaw was very strong, and his hair was definitely messed up from the wind. This was too much...You felt like you were going to throw up from all this craziness, as your stomach flipped a hundred times over.
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