#im smashing my nearest table

[noritaro]

James Somerton when i fucking get you

[meiyvsdesire]

II. His Vessel

Reader's POV:

“You what?!”

I couldnt help but yell at the top of my lungs as I stood up from my seat hitting the table with my bare hands after hearing my parents good news.

“This is whats best for the family.”

I scoffed at my mother’s calm comment and looked at my father in disbelief.

“You must be insane to think I’d agree to this.”

I shook my head as I say so. My parents looked at each other for a moment before father raised his head to look at me.

“The agreement has already been settled.”

My mouth gaped open in surprise.

“How…fucking dare you!”

I yelled at my father’s face and because of my language it made my mother stand up from her seat and slap me across the face.

“You are not to speak ill to your father! He is only doing whats best for the family to survive!”

My fists bawled up in anger as I whipped my head to face her.

“Your selling me…to a family of syndicates to survive!”

Father stood up smashing his own fist at the table.

“We are not selling you! We are trying to give you a good life!”

“And you think being married to a family of criminal is gonna give me a good life?!”

He held his tongue for a moment obvious to see that he didnt think this through but wanted to save his own pride and began yelling again.

“Do not question my decision! I did this for you and the family!”

I scoffed hearing that I was part of his decision but tears suddenly started forming in my eyes feeling the lie in in his words that I was ever included in his thoughts.

“No…you did this for the family. You did this for yourself. You never thought about me and how I would feel.” my mouth started to quiver that I could only mumble. “Im always the last person you would think about yet Im your eldest.” a tear strolled down on the left side of my face, the feeling of breaking down in front of them disgust me. Crying is something I always viewed as weak. I didnt want them to see me weak.

I ran out of that room and out the door of the house. No matter how loud they called out to me I never turned back and just kept running until I felt my full emotion kicking in. I started to bawl at the street but I knew dad would send his men to come after me so I hid at the nearest alleyway I could find.

It wasnt long until I heard a bunch of footsteps running around the streets as well. I just knew it was his men judging by their mumbles of splitting up.

I was hiding beside this large dumpster with my hand on my mouth and silently cried the pain in my heart. I never knew my parents could do this to me. I get that the business was dropping but instead of changing the system they chose to give me away instead.

“That’s crazy dude.”

I called Suguru to come pick me up at the dumpster earlier and told him about my parents plan for me. Whats weird is he doesnt seem surprised at all, his reaction seemed so fake.

“Did you know?”

I asked directly and watched him lift the can of beer in his hand. I kept looking at him suspicously and he couldnt help but spit the drink back into the can as he chuckled.

“You fucking knew!? How the fuck did you know?”

I pushed him roughly on the shoulder and he quickly sat back up.

“They…” he stifled a laugh just thinking about it. “I dont know if I should say this but it was hilarious.”

“Fucking tell me already.”

I pushed him again and began hitting him on the shoulder.

“Alright, alright! They sent me a messager which was really scary by the way because guess who they sent me? It was fucking Nanami, crazy right?”

My eyebrows furrowed at his story. Nanami is the head of fathers security, behind this man’s calm and collected aura is a merciless manbeater. His only purpose after being hired is to protect me and got promoted to be the head of security after saving the family from home intruders.

“They thought we had some sort of relationship and of course I cleared everything out with Nanami.”

Suguru took a sip of his beer while I nodded beside him. I could understand why my parents would think that way because Suguru was the only person I could call a close friend. I met him during college, found him smoking a cigar at the campus roofttop where I would always be resting during breaks. I hated the smell of cigar so whenever his up I’d be the one to go down and he just suddenly starts talking to me. His family runs a nightclub busines and his pretty carefree about what he does with his privilage in the club. But behind all that is a chill guy willing to talk deeply about everything in life.

The watch on my wrist started ringing and I looked at the time to see that it was Midnight already. I stood up dusting off the dirt and grass that could have latched on my pants.

“We should head back down, I gotta get some sleep.”

“You busy tomorrow?”

He asked throwing the can of beer on the edge of the hill and I immidietly smacked him at the back of his head.

“Dont ever fucking to that. You might hurt a person or worst, an animal.”

Suguru didnt mind being smacked since I always hit him whenever he’d do something terrible in my eyes.

“First, you didnt want me to smoke near you and now you dont want me littering. Youre so harsh.”

I chuckled while putting on the helmet he bought with him.

“I didnt choose this friendship and you know that.”

“Yeah yeah, atleast be greatful. I approched your little loner ass.” He said putting on his helmet and I hit his helemt hard enough to turn. “Ow! Fuck you.” He raised both of his middle fingers towards my direction.

I chuckled and fixed it by rolling the front back to his face.

“I am though, I really am thankful to be friends so thank you so much for picking me up tonight.”

I smiled genuinely making Suguru scoffed as he turned to his bike and sat on the front keying the engine.

“Whatever. Are you gonna crash at my place?”

I shook my head and opened maps on my phone to show him where he’ll be dropping me off.

“They might think your getting me pregnant so I’ll be staying at this hotel for the night or maybe a week? Depends on my healing.”

Suguru took a look at the route and pressed his fingers to zoom on the hotel.

“You sure you’ll be alright alone? Midnight thoughts are scary things.”

I nodded and held unto his offered arm that helped me get up the bike and sat behind him.

“I’ll be fine, it isnt the most scary thing I fought.”

He chuckle lowly pushing the shades of his helmet down. I pulled mine down as well and wrapped my hands around his waist. Suguru isnt a reckless driver but he likes doing it fast especially down this hill.

“Hold on to me tightly.”

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credits to the original artist

(part iii)

[kuni-is-daddy]

Gojo satoru x F!+m! reader

MINORS DNI---. ❌🤠

Female reader special! <-- Working out with gojo ;)

Gojo x F! sorcerer reader <;--

HEADCANNONS OF HIM EATING YOU OUT AND SLOPPY TOPPY

FEMALE READER. (Use of mommy)

Gojo will eat you out like ITS SURVIVALL. Pushing you over the nearest table or counter and holding your hands while he eats you out.

Gojo loves when you sit on his face after a stressful day of being annoyed by the 'higher ups' he loves looking forward to you smashing his face in between your thighs.

"D-Dont fuhkin stop baby. Cum on my face mommy. Wanna swallow that cum down my throat~ please give it to me~"

Gojo who would rub his thumb against your clit while shoving his tongue inside of you. Reaching spots you never knew existed

"Toru~ oh fuck toru. I-..Im gonna cum. Ah~ you make me feel so good daddy."

"yeah? You like that. Oooh shit~ you like how I rub on your clit?"

Gojo who BEGS you too keep riding his face even if he taps or grabs on your ass hard because it's so FUCKING hot to him.

"baby. Baby please come back. It's fine I'll be okay just plzz sit on my face again~" tsk tsk him making puppy eyes wouldn't work on you this time.

Gojo who asks you to absolutely ruin his hair. He tryna have his hair FUCKED UP. A pretty boy like him getting devoured in your pussy.

Grab his hair and jerk on it roughly when you feel like his tongue isn't deep enough inside of you. Ride his face like your holding on for dear life. Gojo wants you to completely cover his face with your cum.

Gojo wants you to have the hottest orgasm in your life. To the point where he cums so FUCKING hard through his pants.

While you make out gojo would shift his hands down your pants. "Mmm this pussy wet f' me already?" Then shove his fingers inside of you. He'd finger you against the wall while mimicking your moans against your ear.

Gojo loves to shove his fingers inside of you, rushing back and forth as if it's his cock then sticking his tongue out waiting for your delicious cum. The way he'd breathe heavy like you as he waited for you to reach a orgasm that would send you shivers.

M! READER. .(zaddy😩😩)

Gojo was tired of being asked for arranged marriages and relationships with girls. 'sorry, I'm gay yK that right. 100% gay' boop. Hangs up phone. Why bullshit around with people he doesn't even like? He wanted you.

Gojo who has you wake up to him sucking your cock. "T-toru..hah...mmh..what r you doing.."

Mmm I figured this would be the perfect way to wake you up baby. I still want you from last night, why'd you tease me like that :((

You and gojo we're at a party and he sure did make a entrance coming their in his ICONIC BLACK SHIRT (OH LAWD😭😭😩)

His muscles were FLEXED like crazy and you were NOT having all those girls stare at that sexy built man of yours.

You pushed him into a bathroom stall and pulled down his pants and fingered him

"F-FUCK Mmm~ daddy doesn't like seeing his little slut all worked up for him?" He was so fucking horny. He didn't care if you fucked him and everyone was lined up outside the bathroom. God he loved your cock inside of him

During missions he'd make quick haste with the special grade curses and pounce on you while undressing himself

When gojo gives you head he sometimes forgets his eyes are covered "Toru~ wanna see your eyes baby.. can I take it off?"

"mmph..mhm..you can do whatever ya' want to me daddy~"

While fucking him youd take the cloth covering his eyes and shove it inside his mouth. Have him crying and screaming through it while you fuck him doggy style

Gojo who sucks your dick in a hot spring. The hot water constantly splashing against his face as he bobbed his head up and down while jerking off with the other hand.

Gojo who secretly wants you to fuck him in his domain. The bliss of knowing everything and being at the center of the universe in utter peace. Being able to yell out for you so FUCKING loud till he loses his voice because no one could hear.

Pov: you said his domain gave you a headache and never went back in again :(( he begs shoko to find a way to let him change his 'nauseous domain'

[bluecookies02]

ALSO -- and im sorry I'm asking so much-- I've heard that Mirio is a huge flirt; Can I request something where his s/o turns the tables by flirting and teasing him all day? Thank you much🥺💞

Mirio x flirty!Reader-NSFW

I was just gonna do this lil thing to switch up my horny blog...but I made it a bit NSFW again🤦‍♀️

Yes he's aged up y'all can go and sleep peacefully.

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Mirio is definitely a bit cocky...He knows he basically shines energy and happines and he also knows how much people get flustered by it.

He generally loves seeing people smile and blush because it makes his day all that much better.

But once he likes someone, he's flirty, he's cheeky and a bit pervy even.

You can't convince me he doesn't try lame pick up lines like "Nice thighs, can I use them as a nacklece" or maybe even "Do you want to do math? Let's add a bed, subtract your clothes, divide your legs and multiply!"

If you happen to be confident enough and challenge his flirting he'll step it up...because now...its a competition.

You're not shy to get into his face or whisper filthy stuff in his ear, just waiting for him to break and finally make a real move.

So he will wait for a perfect moment, knowing full well how much time you take to think of new ways to push his buttons.

You're one word away from making a slightly inappropriate remark about his abs and his lips are smashed against yours and he's pushing you on the nearest classroom table as he deepens the kiss.

The whole class had it coming so they cheer in relief, thinking that the tension will finally disappear and give the poor classroom a break.

Yet to their misery it never truly stops, the only difference being that both of you now have more personal and dirty remarks that you pass around secretly.

"Were you born on a farm? Cause you sure know how to raise cock" he'd whisper into your locks when you're doing warm ups for your training.

"Sorry babe I think you've mistaken me for a thanksgiving turkey last night...it's alright happens to everyone" you'd smirk, sitting next to Tamaki and winking at your boyfriend.

He knows Tamaki didn't do it but he's still jealous and a tad bit angry at you...well not angry just a bit pent up.

Ultimately he often breaks first, the urge to kiss you and/or fuck you always overpowering his attempts at giving back your daring remarks.

One of his favorite pick up lines to use once you start dating (these will definitely be mentioned while you're innocently holding hands or cuddling):

Fuck me if I’m wrong, I’m guessing your name is (insert wrong name)?

You know what? I found a condom in my wallet that has your name on it.

I missplaced my teddy bear, can I sleep with you instead?

Your pants look great on you, do you mind if I test the zipper?

Don’t worry about the size, I played tetris as a kid. I know how to make it fit.

What do you say I get between your legs and eat my way to your heart?

Hey, you don’t need to find a chair as long as I have a face.

So believe me when I tell you, you'll have to try real hard to up his game...but once you do, you're guaranteed to have you insides misplaced.

[interstellar-changkyun]

sensitive (fluff): monsta x (ot7)

basically you get flustered/embarrassed/blush easily from simple physical affection

++ changkyun’s is totally not based on my real life experience 🤥🤥

shownu | son hyunwoo

you tag along to dance practices as much you can because you love seeing him dance

so when practice is over hyunwoo walks over to you sitting cross legged against the wall and sticks his face in front of yours

your eyes go wide and you blink rapidly in shock, leaning your head back and bumping against the wall, your cheeks are red already, “cute” he says before kissing your forehead and leaving you a blushing mess, as the members start to tease and laugh at your reaction

wonho | shin hoseok

you arrive on set for a music video and hoseok is filming his shirtless scene, wearing a jacket just to stay warm in between takes

he sees you and calls out for you, “y/n babe over here.” you’re already blushing as you see his abs on full display and the members giggle as you reach them

he pulls you in for a hug and your hands can’t help but touch his bare torso, you’re basically a tomato at this point

you whine as he squeezes your cheeks and he can’t help but find it adorable how flustered you are

minhyuk

he’s affectionate asf and you’re not used to it yet, especially in front of the members

the first time he kissed you in front of them you practically melted into a puddle

you were making lunch for them and as you set down the food and sat next to him he kissed you on the lips and thanked you for the food your eyes went super wide in shock after kissing him back and remembering where you were

changkyun fake gagged and the others where like ayyyeee stop showing off, you just silently screamed and hid your face in his neck

he loves to tease you now and make you blush in front of them because of that instance, you get ur revenge in other ways ;))

kihyun

this gif is just hot and i wanted to see it again

kihyun, despite what others may think, loves PDA not like kissing and being extra but just small things like holding hands, feeding each other, and hugging

and this is the first time you’ve been in a relationship so you’re not used to it or know how to act

when you go out to eat he loves feeding you and you basically have to hide your face in embarrassment every time, but he loves it

one time you had sauce on your cheek and he wiped it for you and licked his finger and you impulsively smacked his shoulder and he couldn’t stop laughing

“alright alright i’ll tone down the cheese” he teased and kissed your cheek which made you blush even more

hyungwon

he has times when he’s super affectionate and you can’t handle it

he’s tol boy so when he randomly comes up behind you and backhugs you turn into a mess, basically keyboard smashing in real life, and he holds on for dear life, resting his head on your shoulder

you smooch his cheek and then keep saying shit like, “i think i’m gonna have a heart attack from softness” or “why are you doing this to me chae hyungwon?” he giggles and cuddles you even more

he loves your cute reactions to when he kisses or hugs you out of the blue

jooheon

super affectionate ALL the time

he loves kissing you whenever he can and when you least expect it, but then he also expects daily kisses and cuddles

once you were at the boys’ dressing room before a show and you usually give him a kiss on each dimple for good luck but the members were there so you were shy about doing it

no way in hell was jooheon going on stage without those kisses

“y/n where are my lucky kisses?” the members laughed at jooheon’s serious tone and you hid your face in embarrassment before you leaned up to poke where his dimples should be, before kissing each one

he laughed at your adorableness before hugging you and you whispered, “good luck” to him as he left to perform

I.M | im changkyun

changkyun was your first boyfriend

you were still getting used to him being randomly affectionate and your body reacted in strange ways

you went to his studio to visit him while he worked with food and when you came in he spun around with a huge smile on his face, “y/n you’re here!” you smiled back and placed the takeout on the nearest table

there weren’t any chairs for you to sit on so changkyun very cooly patted his lap and you already started to blush

as you sat he wrapped his arms around your waist and you turned to look at him, he was so close and you were already blushing

“are you shaking?” changkyun whispered and oh god you were shaking, how embarrassing you very coyly replied, “maybe”

“are you nervous? uncomfortable?” he’s still whispering, his voice super deep, not really helping your body in calming down

“no just...” you scrunched your nose in anger at yourself and changkyun just giggled before kissing your nose, “you’re adorable”

[captainsolare]

Happy early birthday and one year anniversary Sol! I’m so excited for you and I like the idea for this event. I hope it’s okay if I send a request 😊

Im going to pick Zora fluff this time, and can you roll 2 times for AU, 4 times for dialogue prompt, and 2 times for the trope? Thanks 💖

A/N: Thanks Cindy! I hope you enjoy this! Camp Counselor Zora was interesting to write :)

Zora Fluff + Camp Counselor AU! + why do we keep running into each other? + "You might catch cold if you're not careful."

The assembly tent was uncomfortably humid as you waited with your group for the camp director to make his appearance, various conversations buzzed around you creating a low hum in the air. Your eyes scanned the room, sizing up the counselors you’d be working with for the next 6 weeks. There were several scattered around, mostly boys, but there were a few girls as well.

Your eyes landed on a flash of red in the corner of the structure and as you squinted, the shape of a man came into focus. You don’t know how you didn’t notice him before, with his bright red hair and borderline ridiculous outfit; how anyone could stand this heat with all that leather on let alone deal with children while wearing it was beyond you.

“Excuse me Counselor Y/N,” a small voice near your feet captured your attention. You smiled, looking down at the girl in front of you, “What’s up?” The girl exhaled loudly, “How much longer do we have to wait?” Frowning you glanced at your watch, and then at the stage at the front of the room, “I’m not sure, hopefully not long. How about we play a game with our group?”

You led your group through a series of camp songs until there was a tap on the microphone, sending painful feedback through the speakers.

“Uh, sorry about that, I’m not good with all this techy stuff.”

Your shoulders instantly relaxed, Camp Director Yami was finally here.

“Hello, campers!” His voice boomed over the speakers, “Welcome to Camp Black Bull. Who’s ready for a good time?” The counselors and children whooped and hollered but it seemed not enough for Yami, who cupped a hand behind his ear.

“I said, who’s ready to have a good time?”

You cupped your hands around your mouth to yell louder, the sounds around you reverberated through you, and you felt excitement rush through you, this was going to be a good week. Yami laid out all of the ground rules, the campers should listen to their counselors, and if they had a problem, find the nearest counselor to sort it out. After a few more camp songs, Yami made the announcement that you all were due back here after lunch for more group activities.

Yami left and you glanced at your clipboard to get the day’s agenda, you wouldn’t be going to archery until 10:30 and it was only 10 now, which left you 30 minutes to fill with camp songs and games. You left the tent with your kids in tow to find the perfect spot to sit and go over the agenda for the day until it was time for archery. You spotted an area through the trees, it would be perfect for what you had planned, but you had no sooner stepped into the clearing when at the same time a group led by the boy with red hair you’d seen earlier also stepped in from the opposite side.

You frowned, “I’m sorry but I think we were here first.” The boy raised an eyebrow, “No I don’t think so, I’m pretty sure we ended up here at the same time. But there’s not enough space for both groups here.” You ran your tongue over your teeth, feeling your annoyance grow already just from the cocky look on his face, his nametag read ‘Zora.’. “Fine, we’ll settle this with a game of rock paper scissors.” You said, tucking your clipboard between your knees.

“Best of 3?” He asked. You nodded and he dropped his clipboard on the ground near his feet. You faced each other, tension palpable in the air.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You had rock and he had scissors, but you grew too cocky from your early win. It ended in a defeat, he beat you with rock and paper. You begrudgingly shook his hand to show good sportsmanship and he smiled, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth. “Good game, see you around Y/N.”

You led your campers to a nearby picnic table and you sat, going over the agenda of the day. “Alright, we have Archery in about 10 minutes, and then we’ll go to lunch, then it’s back to the assembly tent for some games, and then we have canoeing this afternoon.”

10 minutes passed quickly and you made your way to the archery field, brightening when you saw that your friend Vanessa’s group had archery the same time yours did. “Hey you!” You waved. She perked up when she saw you, a smile lighting up her face. “Hey friends, this is my friend Miss Vanessa!”

“Hi Vanessa!” Your kids said, waving to her. The archery instructor, a man named Klaus, soon captured the group’s attention and took over. As he explained what the kids would be doing, you realized how thirsty you were. Sadly your water bottle was empty so you tapped Vanessa, asking her to keep an eye on your campers while you went to the water station.

You started filling up your bottle, not wanting to leave Vanessa with 20 campers for too long, and you heard the crunching of leaves. You rose and saw Zora standing there, water bottle in hand. “Hello again.” He said, fingers raising in a quick wave. “Hello to you too.”

Archery passed relatively uneventfully, except for some of the kids deciding that finding bugs and giving them to you was infinitely more interesting than watching their friends shoot arrows. Vanessa and yourself led the kids to lunch after you both explained that bugs were not presents.

You made sure your kids were settled in line before you grabbed a tray. The way the lunchroom was set up, you would need two counselors per table, but Vanessa had already been commandeered by Grey tugging on her arm. She flashed you an apologetic look but you waved her off, heading for a table near the back of the room. You set your tray down at the same time as Zora, who sat on the opposite end of the table. It was hard not to feel like he was following you, you knew he wasn’t, and that it was just a coincidence, but it was maddening the way you kept running into each other.

Your groups seemingly didn’t have the same schedule, but you still saw him everywhere. Why do we keep running into each other? During the after-lunch assembly, you took a moment to pull Vanessa off to the side. “What do you know about Zora?” You asked, eyes flicking over him from across the room. Vanessa shrugged, “Not a lot, he’s kind of cagey and keeps to himself. Why?” You frowned, watching as he led his kids through a group activity. “No reason.” Vanessa got a thoughtful look on her face and then started to giggle.

“Oh I see, you think he’s cute don’t you?”

“What?” You protested, face suddenly very hot, “I do not!”

Vanessa’s smile grew wider as she watched you panic, “Okay, whatever you say.”

The lake lapped at your feet as you helped your campers into their life jackets. Noelle, the instructor in charge of canoeing cleared her throat, “Now, it’s important that you keep these on, the lake isn’t very deep but drowning is still a dangerous possibility and we need to be safe so we can have fun okay? Now get into pairs since there will need to be 2 campers per canoe.” A familiar head of red hair jogged up, campers in tow.

“Sorry I’m late Noelle, several of my kids took a while to change.”

Noelle waved him off, “Whatever Zora, just get them ready, Y/N’s group is already about to head out on the water.”

After you loaded your kids into their respective canoes and helped them push off, you paced on the dock, unsure of what to do except for supervising. Zora cleared his throat, holding up two life jackets. “Want to share a canoe?” You bit your lip, considering his request, your eyes flicked to Noelle and she nodded, stating that she could handle any water emergencies. “Sure.” You took the life jacket from him gingerly. You set your backpack by the lifeguard stand and put the lifejacket on so it sat snug around you. Zora was taller than you, so you’d need to be in the front.

You sat in the canoe and Zora pushed off, rocking the boat as he jumped into it. You paddled along quietly, save for saying hello to a few of your campers. A few of the girls giggled and began singing, “Y/N and Zora sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g.” You yelled out a protest, cheeks warming at the thought; you’d known this man for exactly a day and your campers were already trying to get you together. You tried to push the thoughts out of your mind, there was no way you liked him, no matter what Vanessa said.

Suddenly a giant piece of what looked like driftwood smashed into the boat, sending you rocking. “Where did that come from?” You asked, turning over your shoulder to look at Zora.

“No idea,” He shrugged, “This is a lake so there shouldn’t be a current here.”

The boat was bumped a second time, this time from underneath and you were sent into the air. You yelled in surprise as you saw what had capsized your boat, it was a giant dolphin! You landed in the water with a splash, the cold water making you gasp. You swam to the dock and were pulled out by a pair of strong arms. Zora ran to a nearby supply shed and emerged with two fluffy towels; as you sat shivering on the dock he gently wrapped one of them around your shoulders.

“Th-thank you.” You stuttered through your chattering teeth. As you glanced at him you noticed his shirt was off, for such a slender guy he was muscular and you couldn’t help but stare. He noticed you staring and chuckled, “Wanna take a photo? It’ll last longer.”

You sputtered at his words, cheeks heating up enough to make you forget how cold you were. At your panicked expression, he chuckled once more, wrapping his towel around his shoulders, “I’m just joking.”

You didn’t have time to respond because Noelle jogged up with a concerned look on her face, “Hey you two, are you alright?” You both nodded, “What about the children?”

Noelle nodded, “All present and accounted for. I’ll take care of them, why don’t you change? You might catch cold if you’re not careful.”

You and Zora headed for the staff cabin, shoes squeaking uncomfortably on the dirt. After taking a quick but blessedly warm shower, you emerged out of one of the bathrooms with fresh clothes on. Zora emerged from the other bathroom a few moments later.

“Who knew there was a dolphin in there?” He said with a laugh, toweling off his hair. You smiled, “I know right? Maybe we should go talk to Yami about it.”

His mouth twitched, “Something tells me he already knows.” You made the short trek back to the lake and found Yami being chewed out by Noelle.

“Someone could have gotten hurt, Yami! What were you thinking, putting a freshwater dolphin in here?”

Yami rubbed the back of his head, “It’s my pet! I needed a place to put it.”

You escorted your kids back to the assembly tent and took a quick breather outside. Zora joined you with a quick wave, “Crazy day huh?”

You nodded with a slight chuckle, “I can see it now, headlines in the newspaper, ‘2 camp counselors launched into air by pet dolphin.’

You both laughed before settling back into comfortable silence once more.

Zora cleared his throat, “Say, Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you want to… Maybe grab a bite this weekend, my treat?”

You blinked at his words, but decided that it couldn’t hurt, after all, maybe having a near-death experience together had brought you closer.

“Sure, why not?”

And so began a beautiful friendship, and perhaps more.

[tsarisfanfiction]

Night Out

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Gordon, Scott

#fluffember day 18 - ‘touch’ - and something a little different, mostly because @janetm74 decided to call me out about whacking ‘unsuspecting characters’ with a chair of ‘pain and suffering’ and @gumnut-logic mentioned literally hitting them with a chair...  I promise this is mostly fluff still!  That Teen rating (Teen for a fluff fic?  Tsari what are you doing?) is for language and alcohol, because we have two former military boys in a London pub.

Gordon learnt two things that night: Scott was an affectionate drunk, and sometimes people throw bar stools for no good reason.

Gordon couldn’t recall the last time he’d gone out with Scott – just Scott – for a reason that wasn’t mission related.  He’d hit the town with Alan (not that alcohol was allowed on those occasions, what with the kid being underage and all that) a few times, and Virgil on more than a few post-mission de-stressors, but Scott was always too busy for frivolous things like having fun.

No more.  It had taken some convincing, a lot of wheedling, and the strong-arm combination of Grandma and Virgil, but a blissful forty-eight hours’ downtime was being spent in England, just because they could.  The gracious offer of being chauffeured around by Parker – made by her Ladyship, to the man’s apparent disgruntlement – just made the choice all the easier.  And what better way to unwind than a nice, rowdy night in the pub?

Karaoke, free-flowing alcohol, and Scott’s communicator firmly confiscated in the Creighton-Ward manor to ensure he didn’t slip back into work habits meant that he was having the time of his life, and Scott seemed to be enjoying himself, too. At least, if the gaggle of girls he’d acquired, flirting with him and being flirted with in kind, was anything to go by, his big brother was definitely enjoying himself for once.

Unwilling to spend the entire night as the wingman, and definitely not interested in finding out if Scott managed to go further than just exchanging some smooth words, Gordon had found himself over by the pool table.  He’d spent enough time in pubs – even if he’d been underage for most of it and Scott (probably) didn’t know that – to be able to find entertainment with a group of strangers, so separating from his brother wasn’t much of an issue.

He was good at pool, too.  Good enough to quickly work his way through the ranks until he was the champion everyone else paid to play, and all in all he was having a really good time of it. The drinks were good, the company was fantastic, and best of all, he was having a blast.  Maybe later he’d drag Scott away from the girls for a game – show the Londoners exactly how good the Tracys were (and hope Scott was inebriated enough not to beat him, because Scott played a mean game sober).

At least, that was the plan.  The world liked to mess with plans.

It started with raised voices.  Nothing unusual in a pub, especially now it was entering late evening and the alcohol had been flowing for a while.  Gordon thought nothing of it, and continued to roast his latest challenger at pool, beaming when the black ball found the pocket.  Well-meant congratulations passed between the two of them – they had manners, after all – and Gordon cast around for his next opponent.

Then the tingle ran up his spine, and immediately on its heels came a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey, bro,” the guy – Dennis, Gordon had trounced him two games earlier to much laughter and another pint – started.  “Didn’t you come in with that guy?”

There was only one that guy he’d come in with, and combined with his squid sense kicking in, Gordon had a sinking feeling as he turned to look at where he’d left Scott.

Just in time to see a bar stool smash into his head.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just Gordon’s default reaction to seeing someone smash a bar stool over his brother’s head, but his vision went red.  The pool cue dropped, but he paid no attention to where it landed, already surging forwards towards where his brother had crumpled to the floor.

Someone was laughing, someone else was screaming, but Gordon had eyes for only two things: his unmoving brother, and the guy still holding the bar stool aloft.

“Hey!” he roared, elbowing gawkers out of the way and slamming into the guy hard enough to make him loose his grip on the stool.  It fell to the floor with a crash, thankfully missing Scott, followed by the man himself. Gordon kept his feet, feeling the buzz of alcohol mixing with adrenaline, and placed himself firmly between the aggressor and his brother.

Everyone else backed off; in his periphery Gordon could tell that the three of them – him, Scott and the stool-wielding asshole – were loosely ringed in by the other patrons of the pub, all looking on with varying emotions ranging from astonishment, fear, and bloodlust.

“You with ‘im?” Stool-Bastard spat, pulling himself to his feet with a glower that was supposed to be intimidating.  Gordon hadn’t served in WASP to be cowed by a drunkard in a London pub.

“You attack him for a reason?” he shot back, hearing shuffling noises from directly behind him. Good, that sounded like Scott was conscious.  The pleasant fuzz of alcohol was gone, leaving him as sharply aware as it was possible to be after however many drinks he’d had, and he tallied everything up as the guy snarled, swaying on the spot but not attacking.  Not yet.

Tabs were all paid up; no need to worry about any unpaid drinks.  No sign of the bouncers, but that could change any moment and a barfight was not high on Gordon’s list of reasons to get arrested (yes, he had one. No, his brothers didn’t know about it). The nearest exit was… there, by the group of girls Scott had been with.

If Scott was conscious, as he suspected, it wouldn’t take much to get out of there.  He just needed to not be attacked the moment he turned his back.

“’E was ‘itting on my girl,” the man snarled.  Gordon had many things to say to that, including the fact that Scott – even drunk – had morals and that if the guy didn’t trust his girlfriend around other guys then maybe he should be looking for problems a little closer to home.  He said none of them.

He didn’t have to. The girls surged forward, arguing the point for him – good for them, and did he need to take note of their names to hand over to Lady P? – and he took the chance to crouch down and assess Scott’s condition.

His brother had managed to drag himself up onto his elbows, one hand holding his head, and there was a scowl on his face.  Blue eyes were dilated and a little unfocused, although how much of that was the alcohol as opposed to the knock, Gordon wasn’t entirely certain.

“You good to stand up?” he asked, gently touching where Scott was holding his head.  The dazed blue eyes blinked at him for a second, and his brother grimaced but tried to move.  Gordon caught him when he swayed, wedging himself under one arm and dragging Scott’s arm around his neck for support, wrapping a firm arm of his own around his brother’s waist.

Dennis from pool came over, clearly offering help, but Gordon waved him off with a smile that was probably more strained than he’d planned.

“I got him,” he said. “If you want to help, make sure that bastard doesn’t get another hit in.”  He didn’t want trouble – this was supposed to be a relaxing downtime, dammit all – he just wanted to get Scott somewhere safe so he could check him over properly.  Luckily, the man got the message and moved to stand so that he was blocking Stool-Bastard’s view of them, leaving Gordon to haul his brother out the door.

No-one else stopped him, and with a few stumbles – Scott was heavy, okay? – he got them over to a nearby bench, which Scott sank onto bonelessly.  Gordon shot a quick message to Parker to come get them – fun night out was over – before turning his attention to Scott.

“You with me?” he asked, keeping an arm around his shoulders and peering at the shock of brown hair resting on his shoulder.  “Scott?”

“M’fcker,” his brother slurred, sounding vaguely annoyed.  He didn’t move, though, seemingly content to remain slumped against Gordon’s side and trust him to hold him up.  It was just un-Scott-like enough for him to be a little worried, but he had also been drinking and he wasn’t entirely sure how much Scott had had. Nor had he actually ever seen Scott drunk before – at least, not without the buffer of Virgil and/or John to handle him. He vaguely recalled something about him being an affectionate drunk, though, so with any luck that was all that was.

Still, he ran his free hand through gelled hair, gently probing for signs of injury.  Scott hissed when he reached the back of his head, where he’d seen the blow land, and Gordon explored the area lightly with his fingers.  It didn’t seem like it was a bad knock – certainly not as bad as it could have been, and he was starting to realise it had actually only been a glancing blow rather than the square hit he’d initially thought – but it could definitely do with some ice and painkillers, and he was pretty certain there was a minor concussion in there, too.

No amount of alcohol explained Scott’s suddenly quiet and slightly lethargic attitude, when Gordon knew he’d been laughing and flirting right before the attack.  Virgil was going to be so pleased.

“Hey,” he tried again, poking his cheek when he didn’t get an instant response.  “Talk to me, Scott.  What happened back there?”

Scott groaned at him and buried his face further into his neck in an additional show of drunk and concussed.  “D’nno,” he muttered.  Gordon felt more than heard the words.  “M’fcker came’p ‘hind me ‘nd yelled sommat ‘bouta girl.  D’nno what.  Then th’bast’d hit me.”

A very small part of Gordon was amused at the filterless language.  He knew Scott knew how to cuss – he’d Served, the same as he had – but Big Brother also had a very strong grip on his language around family. To hear what was no doubt a throwback to the Air Force days was quietly satisfying.  However, most of Gordon was a combination of furious and worried, in approximately equal measures.  Maybe a little more worried than furious, but there was a large part of him that really wanted to show the guy why you never messed with a Tracy.

Fortunately for his PR, Scott needed him here, not embroiled in a fight or spending the night in a lockup, so he swallowed down the rage and pulled his brother a little bit closer.

“Anything hurt except your head?” he asked, brushing his fingers through his hair again.  Scott shook his head then groaned.

“’m fine,” he claimed, still not lifting his head from where it was buried in Gordon’s neck.  “St’p fussin’.”

“I’ll stop fussing once we’re back at the manor and your head’s been looked at properly,” Gordon countered, to another groan.  “How much did you drink?”

“Was’nly weak sh’t,” Scott told him.  “Few p’ntsa cid’r.”  Enough to get buzzed but not enough to get blindly drunk, then.

A breeze blew past them, reminding Gordon that London was in England and therefore cold.  Scott shivered just a bit – not enough to be noticed if he wasn’t plastered against Gordon’s side – and he tightened his grip again.  Neither of them were dressed for the night air, not with the original plan being for them to remain inside the pub until Parker arrived, and the thin jacket Gordon did have on wouldn’t fit his brother, even if he could peel him off long enough to shuck it.

“Not the best end to an evening,” he mused instead, rubbing at the denim jacket Scott had on in a vain attempt to give him a little more warmth.

“C’n say thattag’n,” Scott agreed, burrowing into his side even more.  Gordon assumed he was trying to leech body heat.  “S’posed t’be fun.”

“Well we’ve got all of tomorrow to lounge around the manor,” Gordon reminded him, spying a flash of pink approaching at speed.  “You know that’ll be fun.”

“W’th this h’ngov’r?” Scott complained.  Gordon winced – he had a point.

“It’ll be fine,” he promised, letting go of his brother with one hand to flag Parker down. “Water and painkillers and you’ll be good as new.”  Depending on the severity of the concussion, that might be stretching it a bit. Scott was definitely going to be off duty for more than another day, though.

FAB1 pulled to a stop next to them and Parker jumped out, eyes sharp and alert as he took in their condition.

“Trouble, sirs?”

“Someone took a swing at Scott with a bar stool,” Gordon admitted, prodding his brother.  Parker’s eyes narrowed and he suspected Stool-Bastard might find his own brand of trouble later, once Parker was convinced they were safe.  The man seemed to have a soft spot for Scott – hell knew he didn’t have one for Gordon, despite his best efforts to the contrary.  “C’mon, Scott.  Let’s get you in the car.”  His brother groaned but at least made a token effort to stand up, freeing Gordon long enough for him to get to his own feet and haul Scott up.  Parker slid around to Scott’s other side without waiting to be asked, and between them they helped him stagger into the back seat, where he promptly slumped again.  Gordon slid in beside him and was immediately reclaimed as a pillow, which he resisted long enough to make sure they were both strapped in before allowing Scott to bury his head in his neck again.

“’Ow ‘is ‘e?” Parker asked as he slipped back into the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb. Gordon caught sight of him looking at them in the rear view mirror and offered a tight grin.

“Minor concussion,” he answered, running his hand through Scott’s hair again, to a quiet noise that could have been either complaint or contentment.  “He also drunk enough to get buzzed, so I’m not entirely sure how much of this-” he shrugged at the big brother draped against him “-is that.”

“Hmm.”  Parker sounded unconvinced, but did at least return his attention to the road.

Gordon glanced down at his brother and poked him lightly.

“You’d better not be falling asleep on me, Scott,” he warned.

“’M n’t,” came the muffled response.  “W’k m’up wh’n we g’t therr.”

“Scott, no,” Gordon scolded, shrugging his shoulder and forcibly peeling his brother off of him. “You’re concussed.  Don’t sleep.”

The baleful glare he got was pretty pathetic, on the Scott scale, but his brother huffed in defeat.

“F’n,” he grumbled. Gordon caught his head when he attempted to bury it in his neck – again – and guided it to rest normally on his shoulder.

“We’ll have a proper look at the manor,” he promised.  “Then you can rest.”

Scott huffed, but didn’t close his eyes again.  He did, however, wrap an arm around Gordon in a tight grip, which he returned in kind.

“Are you always this cuddly when you’re drunk?” he asked.  The grumble he got wasn’t a coherent answer, but the way Scott purposefully looked away was.  Gordon laughed.  “That explains why you don’t go out drinking with us much.  Do any of the others know this?”

“Shuddup,” Scott grumped. It was a shame he was also concussed, otherwise the blackmail would have been glorious.

Aw, who was he kidding. As soon as Scott came out the other side clear, it was totally acceptable blackmail.  For now, though, he was content to hold onto his brother while Parker drove them back to the manor, more than a little relieved it hadn’t been worse.

So much for a relaxing night out with his brother.

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Things on TUA that made me snort into my coffee:

“You know I’m good at this.” “I know you give me AGITA—“

“Where have you been?” “The future. It’s sh*t by the way.” “CALLED IT”

Luther looking the bowling alley manager directly in the eye and then chucking a bowling ball over his shoulder—AND GETTING A STRIKE LIKE FOUR LANES AWAY from

“Hiya, Five. How you doing?” “I MUST HAVE UTTER SILENCE TO COMPLETE THIS TASK”

Klaus’s cover story skills ranging from A) Oscar-worthy impromptu method acting to the point of inflicting literal injuries on himself, to B) picking a bagel out the garbage and stuffing it into his mouth

“I’m taking the car.” “Do you even know how to drive?”

“I feel like we should stop him, but I also just wanna see what happens.”

“Assuming it’s okay with your two dads.” + The look on Klaus’s face + “if I was gonna date a man, you’d be the last man I would date” “you’d be lucky to get me”

“I WOULD RATHER CHEW OFF MY OWN FOOT”

“If you throw another one of the g*DD*MN KNIVES AT ME, IM PRESSING CHARGES” insinuating that Diego has almost killed this man like 12 times in the past

Five opening his closet and realizing he was gonna be stuck in kiddie shorts and knee-high socks for the rest of the season

“What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.” “DONT MAKE ME PUT YOU IN TIME-OUT”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” “Italian for dinner?”

The entire scene in which Hazel and Cha-Cha burn down the lab whilst high as kites

“Peace on Earth? That’s so sweet!” *SMASHES GLOBE INTO FACE*

Five’s many facial expressions during Klaus’s epic improv scene

Little Klaus literally rolling a joint at the dinner table and no one trying to stop him????

*beat* “Nice dress.” “Ooh... danke :)”

Little Diego carving into the arm of his chair like a mad-child

“I want my family to survive!” *looks at the insanity around her* “all of them?” “YES ALL OF THEM”

“Looks like it’s frozen waffles again” *Ben looks like he wants to die again*

*klaus dies* *folk music*

*vanya is lost* *mom is dead* *pogo is dead* *diego is in tears* *klaus is panicking* *allison is still mute* *the academy is literally collapsed and it’s ruins burning* “gUyS thE aPOcOLypSE iS sTiLL oN”

Moon: *explodes* Me: of course

Baby Vanya seeing Mom walk toward her with her head on backwards like “I FRICKED UP I FRICKED UP”

Five, slurring drunkenly: iM THE fOUr fRIKIN’ hORSEMEN

“I am sorry.... that yOU........ have deprived some villaGE of thEIR IDIOT”

*flight of valkeryrie plays in the distance*

“WHEEEEEEEEEEEE”

“I’m here to help stop the apocalypse.” “.......before I answer that—“

Diego resorting to biting Hazel’s ear like a rabid toddler

Five blinking onto the coffee table in the middle of the apocalypse conversation, prompting screams from every single person in the room, then rolling off it, grabbing the nearest coffee, and chugging it like there’s no tomorrow (is that a bad figure of speech in this instance)

Klaus, after literally being waterboarded: I needed that

“WHAT HAPPENED THE FIRST TIME, LUTHER?” “YEAH, WHAT ARE YOU NOT TELLING US?” “Uh........... um.............” hides behind coffee, refusing to make eye contact “.......... ʷᵉ ᵈᶦᵉᵈ”

Five channeling his deeply buried inner obnoxious middle schooler “hEY A**HOLES”

The running gag of Luther being 1) too big to fit in doors and cars, and 2) a furry

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The Zone

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader 

Warnings: Mentions of violence, bruising, allusions to corrupt government, drug use, underage drinking, knives, mentions of neo-nazis, bad eating and sleeping habits, a mention of sex, mentions of death and the dead. 

Word Count: 3.7k

Songs: Changes- Charles Bradley, 4 Morant- Doja Cat, Prey-  The Neighborhood, Stay Together- Noah Cyrus, Without me- Eminem, Colors- Halsey, Where’s My Juul??-Full Tac, Pork Soda-Glass Animals, Everyday- A$AP Rocky, Facts- Kanye West,  Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?, Immortal- J.Cole, High Enough- K,Flay, Drugs- UPSAHL.

A/N: This is pretty short but it’s also the fasest I’ve released a chapter after the other was released.

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I smashed the keypad multiple times with the handle of a knife before the metal finally fell. I pulled all the wires out before hearing the words ‘System Malfunction’. 

If I hadn’t disarmed the alarm system already. I’d probably be worried right about now. I manually slid open the cell door. 

That’s when she glanced up at me.

“Took you look enough,” She smirked. 

“I could’ve gotten you out sooner if you didn’t get your ass locked up in solitary,” I tossed her the Black Cat suit. 

“You know I still don’t know your name or what you look like,” She stated pulling the suit up “and I don’t think that's fair seeing as you know those things about me,” She cooed. 

I pulled my mask over my face “It’s Y/N. Happy now?” 

“Wow I always knew your voice sounded attractive, matches the face,” 

“Okay, we can kiss my ass later but now we have about 2 minutes to get out before the guards come and get us,” 

Leaving the building the same way I came in through the vent. You’d think they’d have better security. I was thankful they didn’t when we finally reached the car. 

“Who’s car is this?” Felicia asked hopping in the passenger seat. 

“Dunno,” I said, putting the car in the drive. 

“Hold on tight,” I warned before ramming into the fence at full speed successfully knocking it down. 

I was definitely not holding my breath that whole time. And I definitely was not doubting myself. Okay maybe I was, a little.

“I’m surprised that actually worked, none of this was planned at all,” I laughed in relief.

She laughed along with me 

“Plans are for the ‘good guys’, if you’re smart enough you don’t need plans,” 

“If that’s not the truth,” I replied turning onto a deserted road “You owe me again, I’m not counting, but I believe the score’s 3:1,” 

She was right, you never need a plan. Second moral to the story is that even “villains” never work alone. I know I always talk that “every man for themselves” mess but everyone needs a support team. And for people who supposedly have no morals they haven’t betrayed me yet. 

There are the bad guys and then there are the bad guys. The heroes didn’t seem to care which you were, they just wanted you locked up or dead and to get all the glory for it. I think it’s time one of us gets the glory.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, pulling myself out of my thoughts. 

“Sorry,” Olivia muttered, “You need to be still,” She said, dabbing a cloth on my leg. 

“Well it’s hard to be still when your leg is burning,” 

I was expecting some jab or joke like normal but it was silent. She looked up at me and I could see the tears forming in her eyes. 

“Y/N…” Her eyes drifted over my bruised and cut up body, her voice breaking. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, I promise I’m fine,” 

“How am I supposed to believe that when you won’t tell me anything?”

“I don’t tell you anything cause then you’d worry,” 

“Well I’m already worried!” 

The next day of school was very ordinary. Well as ordinary as it got when you were a kid who was wanted in multiple cities. My body wasn’t as sore as it was the day before, the bruises were clearing up, but honestly these new weapons were no joke. I’d seen them burn straight through buildings and a ferry now. Anyways like I was saying before today was ordinary, nothing exciting unfortunately. 

Rich kids in Queens take homecoming a little too seriously. For the most part, I’m not complaining penthouse parties were fun. Rich white kids love their molly. 

Harry Osborn was one of those rich kids. If we’re being honest I feel like he does coke on occasion. I don’t think he actually liked homecoming all that much seeing as he’s pretty new to our school. I just think he likes being able to brag about his parties and get wasted at parties. 

One of those parties would be the one I was getting ready for right now. 

Olivia walked into the bathroom and stood in the doorway. This bathroom was very modern as well as the whole house. Like an art gallery.

“Hey kitten,” I said since she wasn’t going to say anything. 

“Hey,” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I asked.

“You know how I feel about Harry’s parties,” 

That I did, her dad and Harry’s dad seemed to have some sort of beef. That I didn’t care enough to get into. But Olivia's family took it pretty seriously. I guess I could say Felicia and Olivia’s family. It’s still weird to see them as siblings. It’s not surprising, just weird. Just a weird family of kleptomaniacs. 

This isn’t something I say often but I looked really hot. Like really fucking hot. I had even winged eyeliner. A nice black tube top. A pastel pink tennis skirt. I had black thong type thing on, you could see the thin straps resting on my waist from above the skirt. It wasn’t like I was trying to get fucked or anything because I was not planning on being the slightest bit of sober. 

I also had thigh high socks on but only because they could conceal a knife and I’d been on high alert lately. Just because I wasn’t going to be sober didn’t mean I couldn’t protect myself. It's a sort of muscle memory when it comes to knives, at least with me 

If I wore this anywhere near the kids at my old school they’d probably call me a wannabe white girl, but those kids aren’t there and they have no part of my life anymore. 

I just wanted to get so fucked up that I couldn’t think at all. 

I couldn’t help but think. That’s all I could do lately. My brain wouldn’t slow down to let me breathe for even one second. I just wanted to breathe and go to bed. I still can’t sleep. At least now I have a valid reason. I don’t like talking about it because it’s not a big deal or anything, but today is the anniversary of-. It’s the day Rose died. No use sugarcoating it. It passes every year, no use being in my feels about it. Couldn’t help it though, every year I’d get sad about it for about 5 minutes until I did so many drugs that I couldn’t blink. 

As soon I stepped into the house. I was hit with the buzz I hadn’t felt in a while. I missed it too. It wasn’t like Liz’s “party” her thing could’ve been fun but the whole headache, Vulture thing and lack of drugs made it suck. 

Anyways who cares about that. I’d been at this school long enough to know who had molly. I’d either have to flirt with them or pay which I was down for either. 

See I knew the chewlery gem rod I had attached to a necklace would come in handy one of these days. Now I wouldn’t bite my mouth. 

Only problem is I could still think.  Which wasn’t good. There was some sort of jungle juice on the table but I just went straight for a bottle of beer sitting on the counter, because I was shaking too much to pour anything. 

Beer has to be the nastiest form of alcohol out there. It looks like pee, tastes like pee, it’s like they didn’t bother trying to mask the taste of yeast in it. 

My body was vibrating in a good way as I started talking to people. By the time I’d made small talk with the third person around me. I’d finished the beer and I went back to the kitchen to fill a cup with some form of alcohol and soda I wasn’t picky. Harry must’ve had the same idea. 

“Hey,” He said. 

“Hey, where’s your groupie,” I said referring to the blonde that’d I seen around him earlier. 

“You mean Gwen?” He said, bringing a solo cup to his lips. 

“Probably,” I moved over grabbing the orange soda next to me. 

“Why’re you wondering, jealous?” He asked being his signature flirtatious self. There was this one time that we… you know. But we were both drunk so it doesn’t count. 

“You wish I was jealous,” I rolled my eyes “We both know you're the one obsessed with me,” I laughed. 

“Yep, dream about you every night,” He joked back. 

I took a sip from my drink squinting as it slightly burned my throat. 

“I’m sure you do,” I headed out of the kitchen. 

I could feel my brain slowing down as I started to calm. That was until Facts by Kanye came on. Then suddenly it felt like my blood was boiling in my veins and I couldn’t breathe and not in the good way. I made my way to the nearest bathroom and hoped no one was making out in there. 

I opened the door and the coast was clear. 

I splashed water on my face. When I looked in the mirror my pupils were dilated and my face was flush. Normally my skin tone masked the effects of blushing but not this time.

 I wasn’t drunk. Maybe I was but I wasn’t enough. I was still laying on the bathroom floor because it was cold and felt good in contrast against my hot skin. I was going through my phone and landed on Peter’s number. I texted him because I was bored and I can text whoever I want. 

you: helo 

About thirty seconds later he responded, guess he was already on his phone. 

P 😜🤚: Hey 

you: do yuo like pengwings

pengns 

fck 

penguns 

penguins 

He read the messages and responded rather quickly 

P 😜🤚: ? 

You okay? 

you: yesh im fine d you like penfuins 

P 😜🤚: Are you drunk 

you: no im nt drunk i m jst hPpy 

P 😜🤚: yeah sure, where are you. 

Before I could think, I clicked the option to send location. Even if I did think it wouldn’t have done much help. None of my thoughts were coherent. I was actually happy, like really really happy. 

I was still laying on the ground when I felt the floor vibrate with the knock at the door. 

“Who is it?” I asked. 

“Peter,” The voice called out

“Come in!” I said in a sing-songy voice. 

He opened the door slowly and looked around before looking down at me. 

“Hiii,” 

“Hey, what are you doing on the floor,” 

I shrugged after slowly pushing off the floor so I wouldn’t lose balance.

“How’d you get here?” Since I know he couldn’t drive. 

“I got an Uber,” 

“That’s adorable,” 

“What’s adorable,” 

“You, you spent money on a ride just to come see me,” I pointed out, voice cracking halfway through the sentence as tears started to well in my eyes. 

 “Wait don’t cry, I’m sorry, did I do something? If I did sorry for whatever it was-” 

“No you didn’t do anything, it’s just me,” I moved a hand off the counter I was holding onto for balance before wiping my face. I don’t cry, at least not willingly and definitely not in front of anyone else.

“Well I was going to…” He fiddled with his hands before continuing “I was going to ask if you needed a ride because I didn’t know if you drove here or not and you’re clearly drunk-“

“I’m not drunk!” I said. “I don’t drink how could I be drunk,” 

“Okay, but like I was saying do you need a ride?” 

I was going to say I didn’t want to leave yet but it’s not like I was doing anything but being pathetic and hanging out in the bathroom. 

“Fine, yeah” 

Peter opened his mouth like he was about to say something but a knock on the door interrupted. I immediately opened the door and grabbed Peter’s wrist running, for no reason except I felt like it. I bumped into a couple doorways 

By the time we’d made it out by the pool Peter was hunched over trying to catch his breath. 

I started running toward the water and I could hear a faint 

“Y/N don't!” As I was running but it was too late seeing as I was already in the water. I laughed as I broke the surface as I floated on my back. 

Peter came over to the edge of the water and squatted down. 

“Y/N” 

“And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free!” I sang splashing around in the pool. 

“Y/N” 

“We're still the kids we used to be,” 

“Y/N!” Peter yelled, snapping my attention back to him. 

“Hmm?” I asked. 

“You need to get out the pool,” 

“I don’t wanna,” I whined. 

“Yeah I know but don’t you wanna go home?” He asked. 

The last place I’d ever want to go is “home” 

“No, get in the pool,” 

“Y/N,” He said sternly. 

“Pleaseee,” 

“Get out the pool it’s cold you’re gonna get sick,”

“Fine…” I made my way begrudgingly to the steps of the pool. 

Peter gave me the hoodie he was wearing so I was able to take my skirt and socks off. I put the knife I had in the hoodie pocket. 

The last thing I remember is getting in some car. 

Oh shit 

I woke up in a room that I did not recognize. I swear to God if I got kidnapped again. I sat up quickly and hit my head on something. It was dark but there was a nightlight. Thank God if we’re being honest I’m scared of the dark. Long story I don’t wanna get into it.

I was definitely hungover, headache prominent. It only worsened when I stepped out the room and the light from the TV hit my eyes. I glanced over to Peter laying on the couch. 

Oh yeah I forgot about that. 

“Hey…” I whispered. He shifted a bit “You awake?” 

He sat up and looked at me rubbing his eyes before bombarding me with questions. 

“Did you- Are you okay? Does your head hurt? Do you need painkillers? Sorry that I brought you here and didn’t ask. That's really creepy but you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you because you seemed tired. Again sorry it’s just I didn’t really even know where you lived and I was-“

“Oh my God, shut up!” I interrupted. 

He looked stunned, blinking a few times. 

“Sorry,” I held my hand to my forehead in exasperation. “Sorry, it’s just you- you were making my head hurt.” 

“Oh I’m sorry,”

“No, I promise it’s not you, if it’s okay with you can I go back to sleep? I don’t really feel like going home right now,” 

“Yes of course you can!” He sat up and pushed the blanket off of him before standing. “Wait I’ll be right back,” He said. I nodded before hesitantly sitting down on the couch. 

He came back rather quickly with a glass of water and some painkillers. I mumbled a quick thank you before taking them. 

I yawned, surprised that I was able to actually feel tired. Normally it took at least a few hours before I could sleep if I even got the chance. 

“You can take the bed,” Peter informed. 

“I just wanna stay right here,” I said lazily. 

He tried to scoot over but I already had my arms wrapped around him so I squeezed him tighter. I looked up and his face was tinted red, smiling before I drifted off. 

I felt light hit my face and I heard the squeak of a door. I sat up and slowly unwrapped my arms from around Peter. Walking over towards May. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know if it was okay for me to stay here I should’ve called and asked,”

“No, no it’s perfectly fine,” 

“Okay…”

“He talks about you all the time you know,”

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Thanks for not killing me for being in your house,” I joked. “But I should probably get home anyway,” 

I didn’t go home. Mostly because I don’t have an actual home. I didn’t go to any of the almost 13 places I’ve stayed at, at some point either. I went to some shitty hotel. I had enough money to stay for about a week. Which was great I could stay for all of homecoming week then I’d have to find somewhere else to stay before I got more money at least. 

The last step for this day was go to Olivia’s house and get my stuff back. I made my way into the house through the back door, and sure enough she was sitting on the couch like parents in movies when they catch you sneaking out.

She eyed the bag in my hand.

“So you’re leaving?”

“I-“ I didn’t get the chance to speak.

“And you weren’t going to tell me, oh okay,” 

“Olivia…” 

“Where are you gonna stay?”

“I’m going back to my grandma's house,” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, again I’m sorry that I tried to leave without telling you I just-“

“Didn’t want to be interrogated?” 

“Yeah…”

”It’s okay, I get it, come give me a hug,”

I moved giving her a hug and she mumbled 

“You smell like booze,” 

As soon as I got back to the hotel I turned on the movie Frozen. Which I knew was a bad idea because the movie always made me cry. 

I ended up crying myself to sleep and by the time I woke up I was late for school. I slept for 18 hours straight.  

If I was going to be late might as well have had a reason. So, I got smoothies. 

“I love smoothies a lot, but banana is so so strong. Which like makes it pointless to put anything else in it. People should stop saying strawberry and banana smoothie because in reality it’s a BANANA and strawberry smoothie,” I took another sip of my smoothie.

“Damn bitch, you’re saying a lot and fast what’d they put in that smoothie,” Bri said examining the cup before turning to me again “And can I have some?” I laughed before lighty shoving her shoulder. 

“Noo! Continue talking you were my reference for my excitement portrait,” MJ said flipping her sketchbook towards me “I’ve missed my one and only chance to see you happy,” 

“Now I know you’re not talking, I don’t think anyone has seen you smile ever,”

I slid down the bench of the lunch table 

“Whatcha watching Phineas?” I asked Peter. He quickly swiped out the app. “Was it porn?”

“No! Wha- What?” 

I patted his shoulder “Relax dude, I was just messing with you,” 

That was the last I’d spoken to any of my friends. In all actuality that was the last time I’d spoken to anyone besides the hotel staff. I hadn’t been to school since...what’s today? Wednesday. Well then I hadn’t been to school since 3 days ago. Which also means I haven’t eaten since a week ago? 

Okay I know how bad that sounds but it’s not like I’ve been eating nothing. I just haven’t been hungry lately, I have had snacks though like goldfish and chips. I’ve just been too lazy to cook and don’t have the funds to cook. I’ve also been too lazy to fake a smile or whatever so I just haven’t been going to school. 

However what I have been and haven’t been eating is the issue of concern here. It’s that alien shit from the Avengers a few years ago is so much deeper than anyone could have ever thought. I’d been in research mode for a while now. I call it the zone, anything you say to me will go unheard, I mean business when I’m in the zone. If I want something to happen it will. 

“Okay so, I’ll start with the government flash drive. So the aliens that attacked a while back in 2012 were called Chitauri. So Loki had control of them and was using them as an army. Loki being Thor’s brother and the God of mischief,” I clarified. 

''And Loki was attacking because he wanted to be king but his brother was king instead. I mean I think, I don’t really get that part. So there was this thing called the tesseract and it’s supposedly like super powerful. This branch of government called Shield doesn’t want Loki to have this so they keep, then the invasion ensues. This tesseract however is some space stone and Loki used it to bring in the aliens. It’s some sort of infinity stone whatever that means. Howard Stark found the stone in the ocean, because a Stark is always gonna be the one to fuck the world up when they think they’re helping. Then he and someone else founded Project Pegasus-” 

“What’s project Pegasus?”

“I don’t really know but I know it stands for potential energy group alternate sources,”

“Oh, so it’s Shield that’s over this… Tesseract?”

“Exactly!” I clapped and the papers with all the information I printed from the flash drive rustled underneath me. 

“What are you going on about?” Carmen asked. “Like what’s the bigger picture?” 

“That’s the thing! I don’t know, this is like so covered up and coded that I can’t figure it out with information that I have,” I turned towards her “But I will, and that’s where your help comes in,”

“Y/N, when’s the last time you slept?” She tilted her head like those dogs in Minecraft when you have food. 

“Last night,” I waved her off. 

I looked down at the information I was able to find out about Kingpin since he was mentioned in the video my mom made for me. Apparently she worked for him for a while. So did Felicia but all she’d ever tell me was “He was an ass he did give me a gift I’m grateful for though,”. He had affiliations with everyone. 

From what Black Widow released out unto the world he had connections with a Neo Nazi group called HYDRA which brainwashed people from what’ve heard. 

Before I’d just wanted to take down the Vulture out of pettiness if we’re being honest, but now. Oh now? I knew I’d have to. 

Another paper I’d printed from Kingpin’s affiliations caught my eye. 

“Hey Carmen,”

“Hm?”

“Ever been to Vegas?” 

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First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Hey @applesfallingfromblondehair, thanks for the tag love!! likewise i dont usually do this but this feels interesting so lets see if my ass has improved over the last few stories lmfkjgjk

also this will prob be a mix of xmcu fic + kingsman fic bc i think i have a more or less equal number of fics written for both

1.

The first time Charles meets Lucifer Morningstar, actual devil from hell, ruler of the underworld, fallen son of the lord above and god knows what else, it had been after Erik had been sentenced to life imprisonment in the highest security cell in the Pentagon. 

- this is from a professor and a devil walk into a bar, which is kinda a crossover rarepair fic that rose out of me and mutuals on twitter discussing tom ellis and james mcavoy being roommates and kinda... devolved from there. i am proud of this one lmfnjgkj

2.

“Are you okay, Professor?” Hank asks quietly.

Charles blinks. He supposes it’s a valid question. He’s been in a bit of a funk the past few days- scratch that actually, the past few years. He’s just lost so much- his father, and then his mother’s love, and then Raven and Erik and Sean and countless others. Building a school, gaining students he loved to teach and nurture hadn’t helped him in the slightest, and he’s as lost as he ever was, wandering the halls of a drafty mansion alone, feeling like he’s been stranded at sea even whilst surrounded by people.

- from in the belly of the beast, which again came out of me wondering what would have happened if fox had gone w their original plan and charles had been that last horseman instead of erik. this story will prob gain a sequel... sometime in the near future when im not too bogged down by current wips

3. 

The Xavier family hall of the deceased- because of course they’re weird enough to have a cemetery- is full of rows upon rows of holograms. Charles is four and gets bored of his father crying over his mother’s hologram, so he toddles over to the other rows. Unfamiliar names, all of them- Charles is young, and he doesn’t understand death. He doesn’t even know who his mother is, who’d died at childbirth and left him with a father still at a loss when it came to bringing up a kid.

- from tequila on a spaceship, the sequel to a fic that still has some people angry at me i think. this fic never did gain as much traction as the first one but im still proud of it esp since it discusses certain themes of reincarnation that ive always wanted to see explored for myself in reincarnation aus (and i only ever saw it in danveresque’s reincarnation au)

4.

There are cork boards covering every inch of the wall. Red strings, photographs, conspiracy threads, everything. Raven takes it in, swallowing, noticing the picture in the middle.

It’s one of Charles, when he’d been in university. His final year- he'd just been done presenting his year- end project, his fringe a tumbled mess and a bright smile on his lips. Erik had taken the picture, Charles scurrying to his side once he’d been done and demanding to look at the image, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. He looks like how Raven had always imagined him to be.

“He wouldn’t want this,” she finally says, turning to look at Erik.

- from tequila on a beach, the first fic to the fic above. this fic is v special to me because i actually wrote this on a spiral after having a very tough visit with one of my parents in the hospital after a surgery for organ removal to prevent the onset of cancer. its simpler than my other fics yet i think more powerful because of what happens. also i think the first time i killed charles off lol (spoiler alert). also idk if ppl were aware of this but this is called tequila on a beach precisely bc charles and erik were tipsy from tequila at a frat party and then went to a beach. its the way they first met (and will continue to meet for all their next lives)

5. 

Erik doesn’t know how it all started. Maybe it was when his insane sergeant had started rambling about imaginary cities, treasures of gold and cursed incantations. Maybe it was when trickles of rumours had started pouring down about the higher ups wanting to investigate unfound territory, disregard the Egyptian government’s feelings on the matter, and put a previously unfound myth on the map for all the world to see. Or maybe, Erik thinks, it was when archaeologist Klaus Schmidt put a bullet through his mother’s head and he ended up going to America armed with dual citizenship and the sole intent of wanting to drive a coin directly between Schmidt’s eyes, joining a division of the American military focused solely on guarding archaeological digs- more importantly, in Egypt, where Schmidt’s interest had shifted.

- from courting the end of the world, another one i’m just insanely proud of! this is the first time i’ve ever attempted a multichapter movie au and it actually managed to work pretty well, i at least haven’t run out of inspiration for it yet lmfjgjg. also erik as himbo rick connell... very rent free in my head

6. 

The day after they murder Shaw and leave his house of horrors, Erik crosses the Canadian border with Charles across his back. Charles had started getting tired while they’d been walking, stumbling and nearly tripping until Erik had forced him to get on his back, ignoring Charles’ protests.

The blood’s seeping out steadily from Charles’ nose, staining his shirt and soaking it through. It’s been leaking on and off, and the effects are already obvious in the dark circles beneath Charles’ eyes. Any more, and Erik knows they’ll have to find him a doctor. He hopes the nearest town in Canada has one that would be willing to treat them.

- from a world built for two. i actually dk where the inspiration for this came from, i think i was once again on a depressive spiral and wanted to break my comfort characters into pieces and put them together again. this also deals with codependency and unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result of trauma which i showed as sweet in the fic but i would def not recommend in real life. pls if u relate to either charles or erik in this go see a therapist

7. 

The call comes in the afternoon, an hour before Charles is supposed to teach his Intro to Genetics class. Frowning, Charles abandons the game of Candy Crush he’d admittedly been playing rather badly and picks it up. “Charles sp-”

“We need you, Prof,” Kitty says desperately into the phone. “He’s been in a temper all morning, and then Alex’s reports missed out a whole subsection, so he’s fired the entire marketing team! Please, Professor, you have to come immediately!”

- from and we can be pirates. i wrote this in like 4 seconds for my friend who wanted professor charles and ceo erik and actually did not expect this to gain the attention it did... its always the fics u write in like 4 seconds lmfjggj. a sequel for this Is coming too probably at some point in the very far future

8. 

Charles Xavier can admit as he sits across from Essex, hands cuffed to the desk, that in hindsight, this had perhaps not been one of his better ideas.

He refuses to admit it as he controls Erik’s mind, preventing him from lashing out and making him close his eyes to the nightmare unfolding in front of him. He refuses to admit it as he gets shoved into the back of a black pickup truck, and the butt of a gun is smashed across his forehead hard enough to knock him out cold for a few hours. He refuses to admit it when he wakes up what appears to be hours later in a cold interrogation room, hands cuffed to the table in front of him, with a suppression collar rendering his mind dark and almost achingly silent.

- from from the land of gods (bring me home). i’ve been struggling w this fic a lot (it didnt come as easily to me as the first one did) but its getting there. also i put charles through hell in this rip sorry mister xavier

9.

In the aftermath, both of them stand at the border of the mansion. The air feels frigid, slicing into Raven’s lungs like a thousand paper cuts. “Charles, please,” she begs, heart in her throat and voice hoarse. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He wouldn’t want you to do this. It’s not too late, you can come back.”

Charles gazes back, a brick wall. He hasn’t even cleaned up, still in that damnable yellow and blue suit with blood drying in the corners of his mouth, the bridge of his nose. There’s nothing in his eyes- blank, almost see through. He looks as if he’s a mere shade, a ghost lounging about where he once was. Raven knows better.

“I will raze the world to the ground,” he finally says, his voice free of any inflection, “and when I’m done, no one will be left standing. Not you, and certainly not me.”

- from where all the poets went to die, a dark fic based on what would have happened if moira had killed erik with the bullets. its the first time ive written dark charles and it was v fun if im being honest

10. 

Charles is a light sleeper. It’s a trait that stays with him- all the way from his father and the tests to taking care of his mother to Cain Marko and his fists to Cuba and then now, the dust of Washington settling over him and making the waking world lie an inch beyond his eyelids. It therefore stands to reason that the second the windowsill creaks he’s up in a shot, hoisting himself up and lashing out with his telepathy instantly.

That’s not a trait that had stayed with him. That’s a newly formed trait, bitter and bold, carved into existence by Cuba by his students disappearing one by one in Vietnam by the letters that announce Sean’s death in black unfriendly print by-

The tendrils of his telepathy forged cold and distant meet a barrier and recoil, stunned. He focuses his eyes and then widens them, staring at Erik who stares back, hidden beneath that infernal muddied magenta helmet of his. They stare at each other for a moment before Erik clears his throat.

- from in the valley of kings (you will come home). my first ever cherik fic! im actually also proud of this one even if i ended it horribly and half my mutuals refuse to read it bc of how it ended LMFJGJGJ. i cant believe this was supposed to be a funny and cute kid fic and then i turned it into an angst ridden mess. also leo is actually an oc whose adult version is fancasted as charlie rowe by me and another mutual on twitter and im v proud that readers are willing to die for the baby

11. 

Mike has to google it, finding a crafts shop nestled into the corner of the street right smack in the middle of Louisiana, past a long and winding dirt road and the crumbling farmhouses relics of a time long past. The air is hot, humid, sticking to the back of his neck like an unwieldy parasite as he pushes the door of the shop open to the sound of the bell tinkling above.

He finds the origami paper quickly enough and has a momentary breakdown about what Bill’s favourite colour even is- he had never thought to ask him. Twenty seven years of following every single footstep of his like a dedicated, most definitely creepy stalker, three months of more than a few states traversed with Bill’s laughter now echoing in his ears like a shadow that trails after him, and this is what stumps him. It takes ten minutes, but he finally settles on light green.

- my first and last entry into the IT fandom bc i love these two but to be very fair there isn’t much content out there for him (and twitter content actually intimidates me lmfjgjjg) a thousand paper cranes never got much traction either but i suspect its bc i was horrible at promoting it. also i very much love this fic even if it never did that well bc ive always wanted to write a fic like this after watching the movie in cinemas in 2019

12.

ok nsfw i guess 

Mornings start like this- Eggsy snuffling into David’s neck, attempting to work his way back up to wakefulness as David sleeps the sleep of the dead, the streams of morning sunlight gradually lightening up the room. It’s a while before he gets the energy to sit up, pushing an eager V off the bed- V for Vendetta, a kitten named after one of David’s favourite movies that they’d adopted about a month after moving in together- before stumbling to the loo. He’s already in the shower when David comes in, naked as the day he’s born with his arms entwining themselves around Eggsy’s waist as he murmurs a sleep-soft, “Good morning, love,” as he presses a kiss into the two-days-old hickey on Eggsy’s shoulder. His breath smells of toothpaste, the minty fresh kind he insists on buying from Target no matter how much Eggsy insists that the other brand is much better. Without fail, Eggsy always has a split second thought of thinking that he must truly be in heaven because no way can this be his reality, every single day, before sinking to his knees and allowing David’s cock to hit the back of his throat.

- from that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. i genuinely wish i had an opinion for this but i don’t remember writing this its been way too long

13. 

The first time Eggsy sees her is in Trafalgar Square.

Trafalgar Square is uncomfortably packed on any normal day, but on New Year’s it is quite the hothouse. Sweating armpits and hot bodies plastered against each other, the twinkling lights overhead providing a flash of blue and green and yellow and red, screaming children and giggling teenagers shoving their way through- it’s a recipe for disaster. Eggsy doesn’t know how he ends up there. It happens sometimes- one second he blinks, sequestered in the comfort of his living room, and the next he’s somewhere else, as if he’s been teleported. “Life goes past you,” Tilde had said once, “and you don’t even notice.” Tilde would be right.

- this is a roxy and eggsy friendship centric fic that i abandoned bc i lost my ardor for this world about the same time i got into xmen lmfjgjg. all the king’s horses also had some great fancasts in it with dev patel fancasted too... rip ig

14. 

once again, nsfw

Eggsy, truth be told, doesn’t actually like having sex in bathrooms. First of all, bathrooms generally have an unsanitary air about them. Besides that, the granite of the sinks always feel cold against his hips, there is the ever present fear of being walked in on and unlike what people might say, he actually really isn’t that much of an exhibitionist- and truth be told, he’s never liked the look of himself in the mirror mid coitus.

For David Budd, however, he suspects he might be up for anything.

- from do you ever dream of me. im actually proud of this fic and this series, i never usually write straight up porn or friends w benefits and i think it worked well in here. once again didnt get much traction but that was very of the norm for my kingsman fics lmfjgj

15.

It is on his fifth meeting with the therapist on site that she brings the issue up. The elephant in the room- or the bomb , David thinks morbidly. If asked, he can’t remember specifics about that day now. All he remembers is this- the burn of Julia’s picture in his wallet against his thigh, the Botticelli painting on the far wall and Miss Paulson’s face, severe and unsmiling.

“When you couldn’t reach Julia,” she says, after he finishes describing the feeling of running to Julia, the panic searing his chest as he’d prayed for his legs to work faster so he could do something, anything to reach her hand. “How did that make you feel?”

- from your haunted social scene. i genuinely... do not remember anything about this either helpfkjgjg,,, this has 55 comments tho which. Nice

16.

David brings her home on- in a move far too cliche for it to be reality- a stormy night. It’s in fact storming so hard the windowpanes shudder like leaves in the wind, droplets crashing against the glass in a cacophony so loud Eggsy more than once considers turning the radio all the way up to drown it out. He’d gone scrounging for David’s sweatshirts instead of his own halfway through, wincing intermittently at the flashes of thunder. At a particularly loud one JB had jumped up, squeaked in a very undoglike manner and skidded across the floor to cower beneath the sofa, only coming out when coaxed by Eggsy to do so. Officer Oatmeal had watched the proceedings from her regal place by the armchair, dozy eyed and blinking heavily.

- from a cat named lavender. from what i remember this was also my first try at bringing up trans eggsy

17.

He first appears at the black prince on a cold Monday evening, eyes like Frank Sinatra and lips arresting anyone’s gaze if they weren’t careful enough. He stood out too, clad in a respectable bomber jacket and boots that clicked against the tile rhythmically and loudly, a sort of organised, measured cacophony.

“Go and serve him,” Andrew said, fat and disinterested, seated behind the counter and idly flicking through bills, less than ten percent of which he pays Eggsy. “I’m busy.”

- from trust is left in lovers after all. i never continued this which is sad bc this did get a lot of attention... it was just v hard to keep the story going

18.

It usually rains cats and dogs in London but for some reason, the rain is heavier than usual today. The droplets splatter against the windows in a constant buzzing rhythm, the sound meshing together in a melody not altogether pleasant to the ears. It’s half past five and yet the light has to be kept on because that’s how dark the sky has gotten- thunder rolls like a loud crack, abrupt and deafening, causing Daisy to jump in her seat.

“Just a thunderstorm, flower,” Eggsy says. They’re seated at the dinner table, Eggsy going over her homework while David sits opposite them, hunched over his laptop as he attempts to finish a post mission report. Eggsy is half convinced he gave up ten minutes ago- he’s got his earbuds in and he hasn’t really typed anything in a while, eyes focused on the screen. His eyebrows are scrunched up in a glare that’s too adorable for his own good- and for Eggsy’s.

- from could feel like kryptonite. a lot of my kingsman fics are actually so much happier than my cherik ones... i should prob look into that rip

19.

“When you’re done lazing around you can come in, you dozy dog,” he tells Officer Oatmeal, who butts her nose into his knee. She’s the only one not on a diet in the house, Eggsy deeming her far too healthy and skinny to need one anyway. In fact, she’s under strict instructions by Eggsy to fatten up instead.

Once the animals are done feeding- Eggsy sporting a suspicious scratch on his left forearm- they settle down to eat their scrambled eggs and toast. David’s taken a large gulp of his scalding coffee when Eggsy says, all of a sudden, “So, I have a school reunion.”

- from gonna set this dance alight. don’t remember much about this either tbh

20. (the last one FINALLY)

It isn’t a big event or explosion that makes David realise he wants to see his father’s ring sitting pretty on Eggsy’s index finger. No teary confessions in the rain like in the rom coms Eggsy loves to rent out and sniffle his way through, or a fight that makes David see sense. In the end, it’s breakfast that cinches the deal for him.

The day had started out normally enough. David wakes up at eight like clockwork, the soft downy hair at the base of Eggsy’s neck tickling his nose with his arm locked tight around his waist. He’d yawned, exhausted- mostly because they’d stayed up very late into the night making good use of the bed- before standing up and shucking his shirt off to head for the shower. Eggsy had shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and the sight had been too endearing to resist so he’d bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and smiling when Eggsy groaned out loud.

- from lover boy rules. i actually started a lot of my kingsman fics in the same way which is rather awful of me. im glad thats changed with my xmen fics lmfjgjk. also this has 15 comments???? i dont even get that much attention with my xmcu fics these days... which is arguably a more active fandom... Hello

anyway that’s the end of it needless to say i do not know 10 other authors so im just gonna tag whoever i know rn: @hellfre , @queerneto, @ikeracity, @drinkingstars, @zebraljb

[akindofmagictoo]

manuscript search tag game

thank you @diphthongsfordays ❤️ 

my words are storm, pulse, identity, secret 

storm (Hurricane) 

Tempest bellowed, so loudly Theo could hear it from where he was, “Stow the sails!” 

He stood up and headed closer to investigate. Aella came running back towards the mast and almost slammed headlong into him. He reached out a hand to help her, but she’d already steadied herself. Her expression was as serious as he’d ever seen it. “Get below. Storm coming. Worst I’ve ever seen.” 

“And you’re what, nineteen?” Victoire interrupted from nearby. 

“Ma’s still worried, Vic,” said Aella, and Victoire fell silent, looking concerned. Aella added, “Get the second shift girls below, take Theo with you. And Addie, who was here a second ago… Never mind. If Sequoia’s down there, send her up to help me.” 

Theo gladly followed Victoire. He guessed he’d prefer to be there than on deck. 

pulse (Dragonsong) (in which Henry is a precious bean) 

It was dark and cold when Henry woke her. But long years of training died hard, and she forced herself up and out of her bedroll without complaining. 

She must have shivered as she buckled her sword belt around her waist, because Henry’s next words to her were, “Cold, isn’t it?” 

Before she could protest, he shrugged out of his coat and slung it around her shoulders. It was very warm, and two differing impulses warred inside her for a moment. “I can get my own,” she said eventually. Her breath misted white in the cold air. 

“But you already have mine.” He smiled. “And I’m off to my bed, which will be nice and warm.” 

identity 

secret 

instead: bonus pulse (Hurricane) (because this pirate book wouldn’t be complete without a bar fight, and “dealing with sexual harassers” is an excellently on brand reason to start a bar fight) 

“I’m fine,” Elizabeth said. “But that bastard better lay off that serving-girl soon.” Her hand dropped to the ladle at her belt, an uncharacteristically murderous look on her normally peaceful features. 

Aella turned to look in that direction her friend was looking. The bottle Elizabeth had been drinking from was empty. Aella snatched it up and flung it at the bastard in question. It hit him squarely in the chest. Unfortunately, he was still up, and now advancing on their table. Aella grinned innocently. “Oops.” 

The crack of Elizabeth’s ladle against the man’s skull was a sweet, sweet sound. 

Another man—likely a crewman of the pirate now lying at Elizabeth’s feet—yelled a complaint, the words indistinguishable between the background noise and the alcohol, and started towards them. The nearest Hurricane women shot to their feet in an instant, Aella among them. She was closest, but this man had a knife and she didn’t. This could be a problem. Weapons were… discouraged in the Chipped Bottle, since pirates and alcohol was a bad enough combination without adding weapons into the mix. But, in classic pirate style, many disregarded the rule. It all depended on your definition of weapon, anyway. Using Elizabeth’s vacated chair for extra height, Aella smashed her bottle over the other pirate’s head. Ale dripped from her hand. There was no blood mixed in, though. She examined the remains of the bottle wistfully. Waste of a good drink, really. 

Elizabeth, now standing protectively by the serving-girl, mouthed, are you alright? 

Aella nodded and sized up the jagged neck of the bottle for use as a weapon. Adrenaline thrilled through her, her pulse racing. Was anyone headed her way? 

A little way across the room, Tempest shoved someone, sending him sprawling over the bench behind him. She grinned with satisfaction. Aella grinned too. 

I will leave this one as an open tag! I will pass on secret, identity and add tune, earth 

[fanficsrusz]

Bedroom Window - John Wick Smut

A/n : so this is based of a situation that happened to me yesterday 😭😭 i wish i could make this shit up but my neighbour saw me get undressed because i left my curtains open and yhh it was the most embarrassing thing ever. @xo-dragonette-xo and @mikaneonox suggested i should turn this into a fic so i did 😂😂😭😭

Sighing, y/n slammed the door to her apartment shut. Her day at work had been long and frustrating. Her manager had kept nagging her to complete her work faster, her colleague smashed her favourite cup and she had dropped her laptop causing it to smash to pieces. 

She wanted nothing more than to change into comfy clothes and ingest an unhealthy amount of ice cream in an inhuman amount of time. 

She shuffled into her bedroom, throwing her heels of along the way. 

"Rebecca" the girl called out to her roommate. When no reply came she assumed she was out. As she approached her bedroom door, she noticed a note stuck to the handle. 

"y/n, i've gone out for the day. I won't be back to late. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Love you". Y/n laughed to herself and sighed "at least I can watch my shows alone" she smiled to herself happy at the fact that she would be able to relax in the silence of the flat by herself. 

Once in the bedroom, she threw her bag onto the bed as she turned the light on. Pulling out her phone she pressed shuffle on her playlist and let her worries wash away as she sang along to the lyrics, moving about the room as she sorted herself out. 

She  removed the hair band from her ponytail and ran her fingers through her hair, releasing the pressure it had on her head. 

Once happy with her hair, she began to remove the pencil skirt she was wearing. Pushing it to the floor she sighed as she felt like she could finally relax without the tight material around her waist. 

She picked it up from the ground and moved to hang it up on a coat hanger before beginning to remove her blouse. 

She stood in her lacy black underwear as she hung it up with the other clothes in her wardrobe. 

She moved over to her dressing table and began to take off her jewellery, placing them in the trinket box where they belong. 

"good evening y/n"

Y/n stilled her movements as she heard a voice call out to her. It was a man's voice, smooth like honey and warm like a hot apple pie, yet she could hear that whoever spoke had a smirk on their face. 

At first she thought she imagined it, knowing that she was alone in the house but then she heard him chuckle, confirming that she did in fact hear someone call out to her. 

Slowly she turned to the direction that the voice came from. 

Letting out a yelp, y/n grabbed a pillow from her bed in an attempt to cover herself as she looked out of her bedroom window. 

The curtains and window were wide open, revealing her to the world but more importantly, revealing her to her handsome neighbour known as John Wick. 

He stood in a white button up shirt as he leaned onto the windowsill, staring at the girl who stood only in her underwear with his dark brown eyes that seemed to be able to stare right into her soul.

 His hair was slicked back and he looked memorising. If under any other circumstances, y/n would have swooned at how good he looked but instead she just wanted to die. 

She never really had a chance to talk to him properly, just barely having time to say a quick good morning when she passed him in the street or having a quick conversation when she bumped into him at the local store. 

Y/n stepped out of view of the man and to the side of the window. She heard him chuckle to himself and her cheeks burned red from embarrassment . 

"John, im so sorry. I- um- i dont - oh god. I'm so sorry." she peeked around the corner as she looked at the man as he laughed. 

She couldn't deny the fact that he was attractive, especially the way he stood at that moment. 

His muscles prominent in the tight shirt he wore. 

" its ok. Y/n. it should be me apologising, besides i quite enjoyed what I saw if im honest. I think any man would enjoy watching a beautiful girl get undressed" the words made y/n blush deeper and she opened her mouth to say a smart remark back but nothing came. For once in her life, she was speechless. 

John laughed deeply as he watched the girl shuffle awkwardly. 

" if you want, I can return the favour?" he joked as he began to unbutton the top button of his own shirt and y/n quickly covered her eyes. 

"no it's quite ok. I think im just going to go die of embarrassment if you don't mind. Goodnight John". 

Y/n rushed to close the curtains, not giving John the chance to answer. 

She held her hand to her chest as she tried to control her breathing. 

"Why do you hate me God" she sighed and began to make her way to the bathroom to shower. She double checked the curtains were shut before she stepped into the shower, not wanting to give any one else a private show.

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Sitting on the sofa, y/n lazily flicked through the various programs on netflix, not being able to settle on something. Finally she decided to just listen to some music instead. 

She picked up her phone as she flicked through social media. 

For some reason, she couldn't quite concentrate on what she was looking at as her mind kept wandering back to the events of what happened earlier. 

She squeezed her legs tight together as she felt herself become wet just thinking of the look on John's face as he watched her. She shook her head as she threw the thoughts out of her head. 

"get it together y/n" she whispered to herself as she went back to scrolling through Instagram. 

The doorbell rang, causing y/n to jump out of her seat. She looked up at the clock and was confused as to who it could be. She wasn't expecting anyone and it was too late for any packages to be delivered. 

Slowly she made her way over to the door, the oversized shirt she wore fell to her knees as she stood on her tiptoes to look out of the spyhole. 

Her stomach twisted as she saw who was at the door. 

"just a minute" she called out as she stumbled to the nearest mirror, quickly fixing her hair. 

She flung the door open, revealing john as he leaned against the door frame. "john. What can I do for you?". She tried to play it cool as John looked down at her, taking in her outfit before he stood straight, extending a bottle of wine that he held in his hand. 

"as an apology for…the little show i wasnt suppose to see" john laughed as y/n blushed looking down. 

She stepped aside, allowing john to enter. 

He looked around at the flat and smiled. "you have beautiful taste in decor y/n" he looked around the flat and y/n thanked him as she walked into the living room. 

John followed closely behind her, watching as she made her way over to a cabinet, pulling out two wine glasses from it. 

John poured the drinks and handed one to y/n who quickly downed it in one. 

"did you enjoy the show then?" she said bravely as she twirled the glass in hand, the alcohol in her system now making it easier for her to speak. John sat down on the sofa as y/n stood in the middle of the room. He looked at her with dark eyes before smirking.

" I didn't really get to see that much. Maybe you should do another dance for me" john sat back in his seat as he opened his legs wide, his bulge now evident as a tent formed in his pants. 

Y/n bit down on her bottom lip as she contemplated on the idea. 

She had remembered something her roommate had told her: "you never take any risks". And that's all she needed for her to make up her mind. 

She walked over to the dimmer switch on the wall and dimmed the lights enough for him to still see every detail but dark enough to set the mood. 

She could feel john's eyes on her every move and so made sure to sway her hips more than usual as she made her way back to the centre of the room. 

The music she was listening to in the background continued to play and she closed her eyes, letting the soft beats take control of her body. 

Her hands gripped onto the hem of her shirt as she began to sway her hips in time to the music. 

Johns eyes were glued to how the girls body danced to the beat. 

She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, she was so glad she had decided on wearing good underwear that night. She made sure she stuck out her chest as she moved the material off her body and through it at john. 

He sat forward, catching the shirt and beckoned her closer with a single finger. 

Y/n approached carefully as she smirked at the man. Once she was close enough she leaned forward placing her hands onto his knees. 

"do you do this for all your neighbours?" his voice was low as he asked the simple question. 

Y/n dropped to her knees and rested her head onto his jeans clad thighs. Looking up at him with doe eyes she thought for a moment before dragging her fingers up his leg, stopping just before she got to his crotch. 

"only the ones who deserve it". Johns cock became painful in his pants, the material becoming to restrictive for his liking. Y/n noticed how he squirmed and so moved to pull his jeans down. She 'accidentally' grazed against his crotch as she removed the jeans. John let out a hiss as he threw his head back. "you're playing with fire little one" he warned her and y/n took that as her own personal challenge. 

Y/n threw his pants and underwear to the floor, watching as his cock sprang free, hitting his stomach as it stood tall. She admired how veins danced across the skin and she licked her own lips. 

She looked up at johns eyes that bore deep into hers and she slowly moved up to his face. 

John let out a moan as she passed his cock and moved towards his face. 

She placed a hand onto his face, feeling the stubble under her palm she couldn't help but anticipate the feeling of it rubbing against her thighs. 

She leaned in slowly before she kissed him, her soft lips tasted like wine and complemented johns rough lips. 

He reached a hand up and brought it to her hair as be gripped it tightly. Y/n moaned at the movement and moved her hand down to his cock. 

She gripped the base of if slowly and john let out a moan. Y/n moved her hand from the base to the tip, feeling him twitch under her hand. She memorised every vein that she came across before she reached the top. 

Once there, she flicked across the slit as pre cum leaked from it. He pulled away from the kiss, earning himself a small moan of disappointment from y/n. He leaned his forehead against hers as he breathed heavily. 

"so you like to tease people huh" he breathed out as he reached behind her, unclasping her bra, letting it drop as it revealed her perky breasts. Her nipples were hard with arousal and John placed a kiss on her neck, making sure to bite down so he would leave a mark. 

It was now y/n turn to let out a moan as she stretched her neck back giving him more space. She grabbed onto his shoulders to stop herself falling back. 

John kissed his way down to her chest where he took a nipple into his mouth. His tongue dancing around the sensitive lump. His other hand moving to grab the other tit harshly. Y/n pushed her chest further into his face as she rocked her hips against his cock. The material of her panties rubbed against his throbbing cock causing john to moan against the nipple in his mouth. 

"John please. I want you inside me" she begged and john pulled away as he looked at her face, small beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. 

John picked her up by her hips, making y/n laugh and he flipped her around so she laid on sofa. 

"I think I should take my turn in teasing you first. Show you what it's like to get only half a show". He crouched between his legs and Y/n watched as john rubbed his large hand up to her heat, rubbing his thumb over the clothed area. He slowly pulled the panties down to reveal the glistening liquid that seeped from her. 

"we haven't even done anything and you're already this wet?". 

Y/n hid her face in her hands as John placed his large hands on her thighs, spreading her wide for him to see. Y/n shuddered as she felt his hot breath on her heat, letting herself relax in his touch. 

Y/n watched as John leaned down and pressed kisses to the inside of her thigh.

John kept eye contact with her as he made his way up, stopping just inches from where she wanted him to touch. He admired how beautiful her pussy was, pink and luscious, ready for him to explore. 

John stuck out his tongue and gave one long lick up her slit.

Y/n threw her head back at the sudden sensation, pushing her hands into his hair to keep him there and a small moan escaping her lips. 

John smirked at her reaction and spread her with his fingers. He used her own wetness as a lubricant as be pushed two fingers inside her. 

She was tight around him and he smirked as he began to pump slowly in and out of her. 

Y/n moaned quietly as she closed her eyes and John began to draw circles around her clit with his tongue and y/n tightened her grip on Johns hair. She felt as his stubble rubbed against her thighs and She arched her back, bringing her knees up higher as she felt a knot begin to form in the pit of her stomach as she edged closer to her release.

"oh God John, ple- ah please don't stop" she begged him. John felt her walls tighten around his fingers and he suddenly pulled away. 

Y/n let her arms fall to her side at the lack of contact and her chest heaved from her heavy breathing. 

"why did you stop" she asked pouting through breaths and John just laughed as he crawled over her.

"pay back for teasing me for that little show of yours earlier." he reached his hand down as he lined his erect cock up with her hole and pushed the tip in slowly. 

John closed his eyes tightly as he took in how good she felt around him. Y/n voice hitched in her throat as she gripped onto his shoulders, digger her nails into his skin deeply. 

"besides, I want you to cum from my cock y/n not my fingers" he moaned out. 

He began to push himself fully into y/ns cunt. He had never felt someone so tight around his cock and if he wasn't careful he would cum from just that alone. 

John watched as y/n scrunched up her face at the burning sensation that she felt in her pussy. She was being stretched more than she had ever been before. She bit her lip as she tried to suppress the urge to scream her lungs out. She could feel him deep inside her and she let out a moan of ecstasy. 

John stopped briefly once his whole cock stretched her out, waiting for her to finally adjust to his size. 

Y/n opened her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer so she could capture his lips in a kiss. "fuck me John. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone else before". 

John didn't need to be told twice and so he pulled out of her before slamming straight back in. Her walls were tight around him and the pair moaned in unison. 

He slammed in and out repeatedly, y/ns mouth falling open as she began to feel the beginning stages of her release approach. John watched at y/n's tits bounced in time to his thrusts and he reached to grab one, playing with the sensitive nipple. 

"ahhh faster please" y/n begged and John moved to grip onto her hips, complying with the girls demand. He pushed her hips down in the mattress to stop y/n from bucking them up. Johns hair clung to his forehead as sweat began to drip down his face. He felt as y/ns walls began to tighten around him once again, stopping him from moving in her as fast as he wanted down. He knew she was close just as he was. He reached down between her legs and flicked her sensitive clit and watched as y/n fell apart. Loud moans erupting from her pretty lips as the pleasure took over her body. She no longer cared if the neighbours heard her, all she wanted to do was scream to her heart's desire. 

"cum for me y/n" John whispered into her ear and that's all she needed as her climax hit. "ah fuck John" she moaned out. Johns dick twitched inside her as his own release hit. His thrusts quicken as he milked the last of his cum out of himself. The sticky substance coated y/ns walls and mixed with her own cum. 

Johns thrusts slowed as they both rode out their climaxes, their moans quieting down and being replaced with quick breaths as they both tried to control their breathing. 

John pulled out of y/n and fell next to her on the sofa. 

He turned to look at the y/n's face which was turning red and y/n turned to look at him. They stared at each other momentarily before they both erupted into fits of laughter. 

"I should have left my curtains open a long time ago if i knew that would have happened" John grabbed her hand, enlacing their fingers together and brought it to his lips as he placed a kiss to the back of her hand before letting it  fall onto his stomach as he laughed. "if im honest, you've left it open a few times and I've just watched but I finally had the courage to tell you this time" John laughed as the girl sat up suddenly a small grin on her face.

"so you're telling me you've been getting free shows for god knows how long? You owe me big time" she moved to straddle him, leaning down to kiss him,

Their lips moving in unison. 

"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N". Y/ns eyes widened as she recognised the voice of her roommate Rebecca. She turned quickly to confirm her fears and there she stood, a smirk on her face. Y/n scrambled to grab a blanket and covered herself as she jumped of John who hid behind y/n. 

"i dont care if you have sex in the living room y/n but jesus christ i could hear you down the hall, i think the whole road could hear you" Rebecca walked off to her room muttering something about cleaning up any mess, leaving y/n and John to just laugh at the situation they were in.

The end

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A/n: Apart from the smut this is actually what happened to me. My roommate also once walked in on me with a guy so thats also fun. Ok hope you enjoyed it.

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[snickletastic]

A Fake Mustache {Jason Todd x Reader + Dick Grayson}

warnings~ minor sexual assault, creepy older men, cursing, alcohol

summary~ dick and reader must go on an undercover mission to retrieve information for bruce, but come across a few dilemmas along the way

a/n~ hey guys! ive been getting some pretty crappy writers block recently, and i ended up writing two versions of this story, but ultimately decided this was the winner. im not quite sure if this idea had been done before, so im sorry if it bears any accidental similarities to anybody elses work. i really enjoyed writing this one, so i hope you guys like it :)

Jason tugged at the hem of your dress inadvertently, tuned out of the conversation you and Dick were having. The tug made you stop mid-sentence and turn to look at your boyfriend. His hair was scruffy, his jacket collar crooked. He looked like a disheveled 12 year old, despite being the giant he is.

“What’s up?” You questioned him.

“..Huh? Oh, nothing...” Jason muttered before leaning closer into your ear so Dick wouldn’t overhear, “Can we go soon?”

You gently rolled your eyes at his request, “Sure, Jay. Let me finish talking to your brother first.”

Jason groaned, turned, and walked to the nearest seat to wait for you to finish talking. Dick side-eyed his younger brother and continued the conversation, “So this mission will only take one night, but it’ll be a few hours.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Yup,” Dick nodded, “Iceberg Lounge, 9 p.m.”

“Works for me, I’ll see you then,” You began to walk away.

“Wait!” You turned around, “Wear something nice,” Dick said cheekily, earning a loud scoff from Jason, who didn’t appreciate the comment.

You gave Dick an awkward thumbs up and took Jason’s arm, leaving the manor before Jason got too unruly. While walking out to the car, Jason dragged behind you.

“Will you pick up the pace?” You whined.

Jason stopped in his tracks, “I don’t want you going on this mission with him.”

“Why not? It’s perfectly safe, there won’t be any fighting involved. It’s just an undercover mission,” you shrugged.

He crossed his arms, “I should be the one you go undercover with. Not him.”

“I love you, but you know he’s a bit more charismatic with the bad guys...you just speak with your fists.”

“Yeah well,” Jason awkwardly tramped past you, “It works.” he murmured.

You checked the time on your phone, 8:58. Dick still wasn’t there, and you were standing outside of the lounge in the freezing cold. The music was blasting so loudly that you could feel the vibrations on the sidewalk. The line of shady individuals was beginning to get longer as the peak party hours crept up. A loud engine echoed from blocks away, making you shutter. Loud cars are so obnoxious. It seemingly only got more and more boisterous before you realized it was driving towards the club. A bright red Corvette pulled up along the curb, and the window rolled down revealing non other than Dick himself.

“I thought I told you to wear something nice,” he sneered. You choked at the bluntness of his comment, about to defend your dark purple cocktail dress. “Relax, y/n, I’m just screwing with ya. You look beautiful,” he winked and revved the engine, making the crowd outside of the club stare at both of you.

“You’re drawing too much attention! I thought this was meant to be a low-profile mission,” you complained.

Dick raised an eyebrow, “How isn’t this low-profile?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Is this Bruce’s car?”

Dick scratched his head, “....Yeah...um...don’t tell him I borrowed it for the night....please?”

“Only if you stop being so flashy with it,” you crossed your arms.

Dick got out of the car and tossed his keys to the valet. The crowd was still looking at him, and the women were especially captivated by his presence. You cringed at all of the eyes set on you, but Dick bathed in the attention. He wrapped his arm around your waist and led you to the door, giving the bouncer a wad of cash in order to skip the line. When the club doors opened, the music deafened your ears.

Dick continued to steer you through the crowds, shoving through creepy men who stared at you and shimmying past rowdy women who were throwing themselves at him. Finally, the two of you stopped before a red rope and a booth filled with older men in suits smoking cigars. Your mouth gently dropped at the sight, it looked like it belonged in a movie scene. There were two young women squeezed in between the group of men, whispering into their ears despite being more than half their ages. You shivered at the sight and squeezed Dick’s hand unwittingly. He quickly turned his head towards you, scanning your face for danger. You just scrunched your face and mouthed, “sorry.”

A large man interrupted your silent exchange, “Who are you?”

“I am John Booth, this is my, er- partner,” he looked around the area, then motioned a hand towards you, “Beth...Macanudo.”

The bouncer raised his eyebrow and scoffed, “Beth Macanudo?”

You half smiled and bounced upwards on your heels, “That’s me!”

The bouncer looked at the both of you brazenly, seemingly in disbelief that you belonged behind the rope. Before he turned you away, a voice piped up from behind him, “Let them in.” The bouncer didn’t testify, immediately unhooking the rope to allow you in.

You avoided eye contact with the large group of criminals, looking at the floor as you moved into the booth. Dick sat on the outside, unwittingly pushing you close to a creepy old man who was eyeing you up and down while licking his lips. You felt nauseous, but decided to stay quiet to avoid blowing cover. 

Dick scanned the table, then let out an audible groan. You looked up to see no one other than Jason on the other side of the booth- wearing a fake mustache. You immediately covered your face with your hands, shaking your head at the situation you’ve now been put in. He had a blonde woman awkwardly squeezed between him and a crime lord, but he was clearly ignoring her; staring at you. His poker face convinced you to play along with the scheme.

Dick cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes at his brother, clearly angry that he didn’t trust the two of you enough to do the mission alone. It bothered you, too, but you should have expected nothing less from Jason; who once slashed a mans tires and smashed his car windows for catcalling you while you both walked past him. His jealousy could get reckless, but his protective side could borderline loony. Now, he sat with 7 playing cards in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other, staring the both of you down.

“What are your names?” He stayed in character.

“John Booth,” Dick slyly wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “This is my girlfriend, Beth Macanudo.”

Jason let out a laugh, “Macanudo? Like the cigar?” He lifted the box sitting in front of him, “Which just so happens to be the exact brand we’re smoking? Brilliant.”

Some of the crime lords laughed, some looked suspicious, examining the pair sitting at the end of the booth with ridiculous names. “What are you getting at?” Dick squinted. 

“Oh, nothing,” Jason leaned back into his seat, “Listen, fellas, I know these two. They’re legitimate.” He assured the group, who seemed to mellow out at the verification. 

Dick stiffly took his arm from your shoulder as Jason’s glare become harsher. Was Jason really ridiculous enough to blow the cover? You considered it for a moment, then decided he wouldn’t put you in danger like that. You twiddled your thumbs on the table, trying not to look at Jason, displaying resentment towards him for being such a child. In the middle of your thoughts, you felt a pair of hands clutch yours. “What are you so nervous for sweetheart?” The old man to the right of you licked his chapped lips again.

“Er-um, nothing. Just...tired, is all,” you uncomfortably murmured, trying not to draw attention from the meeting. 

“If you’re tired, we could head back to my room upstairs,” the old man inched closer to you, his breath hitting you face. It smelled like booze and smoke, making you choke up. Jason immediately noticed the man's hand on yours, and you trying to pull away. He felt his temper rising as Dick was oblivious to the interaction next to him, rambling on about drug trades. He shifted uneasily, trying his best not to lose character. 

He tried to catch the attention of Dick with eye contact and small nods towards you, but he clearly wasn’t catching on. That is, until you yanked your hands away from the man so hard that your elbow hit Dick in the arm. 

“What’s going on?” Dick questioned the man grabbing at you. 

Jason bounced his leg, trying to keep himself quiet.

“She just wants a little love, is all!” The creep grinned and reached for your thigh.

You backed further into Dick and pushed the man away.

Jason rubbed his temples watching the scene play out, trying to stay calm.

Dick didn’t want to blow your covers, but he couldn’t sit there as you writhed towards him trying to get away from a pervert. “Don’t touch her,” Dick pushed his arms away from you, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Who the fuck d’ya think you are? If I wanna fuck your bitch then that’s what I’ll do, understand?”

A gun cocked and the three of you stopped quarreling, turning your heads towards Jason who was now standing up with a pistol aimed at the creep. “One more word and I’ll fucking kill you.”

The criminal gulped, “Don’t be so brash, son. It’s just a whor-”

Jason leaned across the table and pushed his gun towards the mans temple, “Remove your hands. Now.”

The old man let go of you and leaned back into his seat, avoiding the gun.

Jason motioned his head towards the exit for both of you to leave, and he finished speaking to the group before joining you guys.

“That...was...um, eventful,” Dick rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“Did we even get the information we needed? Was that a waste of time?” You questioned the two men.

“Trust me, princess, we got all the information we will need to take those men down.” Jason put his hand on the small of your back as you exited the club, passing the security guard. “We just need to get it back to Bruce.”

Dick nodded, “Alright...I’ll go get the valet to get me the car.”

Jason blinked, “Valet? Dick, there’s no valet here.”

“Yeah there is. I gave him the keys to the Corvette,” Dick assured Jason.

“Trust me, man, I frequent this place for the criminals. There’s no valet.”

“Shit!” Dick shouted exasperatedly, “Bruce is gonna kill me.”

“I didn’t bring a car, I came here on a bus...best not to leave tracks,” Jason scratched his head, “Call an Uber?”

Dick was still agitated at the loss of the hundred-thousand dollar car, but took his phone out and dialed a number, walking to a quieter place to speak.

“So, you didn’t trust us, huh?” You crossed your arms at your boyfriend.

“What? No. I mean, yeah. I trusted you guys; it’s the criminals in there that I don’t trust,” He pointed a thumb towards the club, “I know these assholes too well to let you come here without me.”

You couldn’t argue with him, knowing he meant the best in his own way. “Well, the mustache is a new addition. You grow that overnight?” You chuckled.

Jason brushed his mustache like a villain, “All it takes is some willpower and good genes,” He joked before taking it off, then sticking it on your arm.

“Ugh! Ew!” You peeled it off of your arm and examined it, “How did they fall for this? It looks like a small hamster!”

Jason laughed at your comment before becoming suddenly serious, “Oh...um, by the way,” He leaned closely into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver, “Don’t tell Dick that there actually is a valet here.”

You laughed and slapped his arm before Dick came back, bewildered. “I reported it to the department. Apparently it’s the funniest joke when a cops Corvette gets stolen from right under his nose, as if it doesn’t happen on a daily basis.”

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[bbrandy2002]

Wacky Drabble #18: The Turkey Drop

This is part of @emceesynonymroll weekly wacky drabbles.

Prompt: What if I dont see it

Im a day late on this one, wasn't sure if I even wanted to post it, but, here we are.

A/N: I can't take credit for the idea of this as it comes from an old show and I'm just recreating one of the Thanksgiving episodes from it, sort of.

Summary: The gang gathers together in Ramsford to celebrate Thanksgiving with the Beaumonts. Let's just say, all hell is gonna break loose.

Warning: Turkeys may be harmed but I'm choosing to defy reality and believe they are all okay. If you don't feel you can, this is the heads up not to read 🦃

I put a "read more" in every story, sometimes they work and sometimes they don't. Crossing my fingers.

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Riley has always respected the customs and traditions that have been carried down throughout Cordonian history. Being the American- born, Queen of Cordonia, she opted to celebrate this holiday during her first year of marriage, in private- just she, Liam, and their close friends. She didn't want the Cordonian people to ever feel that she was trying to "Americanize" their great country. Liam, however, loved the idea of having one day out of the year for reflection and giving thanks, as this was something even Cordonian's would appreciate.

It was during their second year of marital bliss, the King presented this idea to the Royal Council, where it was passed almost unanimously. Madeleine was the only dissenting vote, having nothing to be thankful for.

It was decided the third Thursday of every November would be designated, Thanksgiving, in Cordonia.

What you are about to read is the real and true account of how the Duchy of Ramsford chose to kick off thier first official Thanksgiving.

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The weather was chillier than normal that day for the typically warmer climate of the Mediterranean country. Ramsford citizens bundled in light coats, braving the elements, in anticipation of the first Thanksgiving festival hosted by their Duke and Duchess. As festival goers wafted through the rows of vendors who were preparing enticing delicacies synonymous of their homeland, purchasing turkey related memorabilia, and partaking in games often seen at these event, they eagerly awaited the appearance of their very popular royals.

Maxwell had insisted he be the one in charge of putting this shindig together, planning every single detail, even down to the location of each port a potty. Bertrand was all too happy to oblige, having no free time with a toddler and a brand new baby. The only request made- absolutely, under no circumstances, were those 'blasted, overly feathered, menaces' of his, to be in attendance. Well, of course not, Maxwell had another kind of bird in mind, ones that were more in the spirit of Thanksgiving, and he would make sure each family in Ramsford had one of their own.

Drake walked morosely behind Liam and Riley, who were busy greeting their adoring citizens with Bertrand and Savannah. He wasn't in a festive mood since being dumped a few days ago. It wasn't that he was in a serious relationship yet with the sexually oppressed American from Illinois, but, who she left him for....Neville.

"Ohhh Walker!"

Drake cringed at the unbearable voice calling out to him and he had no use for entertaining her today. He clutched the whiskey flask, a former fiancee had given him, preparing to drown out the incessant mockery that was sure to follow.

"So...", Olivia eyed him with a devilish grin and her signature raised brow "...enjoying the single life again?", she taunted.

He huffed, "at least I had an "again", what's your excuse?"

She cackled, "Touche". Her eyes roamed the surroundings as they continued to stroll along, her mood shifting with curiousity "where the hell is Maxwell, he's usually at every one of these goddamn things making a fool of himself".

Bertrand turned to the Duchess, having finished with the receiving line of guests, clearing his throat, "My brother is off preparing a surprise that will be the delight of all of Ramsford today".

Savannah looked at Bertrand adoringly, "That's right Bertie, we are giving away a free turkey to enjoy with their families this holiday season".

"That's very generous and kind of you both, I'm sure your people will be very grateful, especially those less fortunate", Liam nodded, clasping Bertrand approvingly on the shoulder.

Drake shook his head, "I still can't believe Maxwell put this whole thing on himself, I don't trust it", sipping the last remnants of his drink.

"Drake, don't be a hater. Besides, Maxwell has proved himself to be more than responsible and mature of late", Savannah defended.

"What if I don't see it?"

The group continued to enjoy the festivities and fanfare as the sun finally broke through the thickened clouds, shining a ray of warmth below. A group text message from Maxwell came through as each of them checked their phones simultaneously, telling them to look up.

Bertrand, Savannah, Liam, Riley, Drake and Olivia, each shielded their eyes from the bright sun as they looked toward the sky eagerly. The faint sound of a helicopter getting louder as it approached closer to their location. A crowd began to gather around them as Bertrand smiled on proudly.

Riley pointed up excitedly, "Look! It has a banner on the back of the helicopter".

"Happy...Thanksgiving...from the Beaumonts", Liam read aloud as the banner became clearer. Savannah and Bertrand acknowledged the ohh's and aww's of the crowd, who were enchanted by the extravagant display taking place 2000 feet above them.

"What the hell just came out it?", Drake squinted to get a better look, as a small object appeared to have fallen from the large chopper.

"I don't know, maybe its a skydiver...", Riley answered as she looked on in anticipation.

Olivia furrowed her brows, "I don't see a parachute yet... wait!...there's another one and a third".

"Those can't be skydivers...I just can't quite make out what they are though", a bewildered Liam replied before his eyes widened with realization,"OH MY GOD...THEY'RE TURKEYS!!"

The crowd began to scatter in panic as live turkeys came crashing down around them, most of them landing on the soft tarps vendors had set up. Brown and white feathers intermingling through the air as stunned turkeys flapped wildly in anger. Patrons pushing and shoving one another in desperate search for safety, running for their lives.

A stunned Bertrand, scrambled to calm the masses to no avail. Savannah cried out loudly, "Oh my god, the humanity!", after ducking under a table, pulling Bertrand down with her.

Bastien made every attempt to shield Liam and Riley, who clung protectively to one another, while dodging and weaving through crowds of fearful people, stray feathers and irate falling turkey's. They stopped only briefly as they passed a padre, recieved their last rites and hauled ass to a picnic shelter. As the helicopter circled the grounds to launch a second wave of birds, Liam hurridly scrambled to reach Maxwell to cease the unintended assault.

Drake took off running with Olivia hot on his heels. He banged relentlessly on the door of the nearest porta-a-potty where an older gentleman allowed a frantic Drake and Olivia to hide. Due to being unable to hold three grown people, Drake stood in the doorway, having just enough room to shield his head. Olivia peeked over his broad shoulders as the last of the fowl fell on a tent across from them. They stood in astonishment momentarily, unsure if it was safe to exit while screams and the jumbling shrill of turkeys reverberate off their metal enclosure.

The older gentleman with them, finally spoke out when something strange caught his eye, "what are they doing?", gesturing at the 15 or so gathered birds in front of them.

Drake scratched his head in thought, "I think the little bastards are...organizing"

"I've seen this before", Olivia replied surely, "they're strategizing... its basic battle tactics...they're planning a counter attack".

Drake motioned to the formation of incoming turkeys, questioningly, "You've seen this before?"

Olivia patted her clothing down and began pulling knifes from various hidden holsters underneath, a determined look sketched across her face. "People...birds...whats the difference, they're both full of shit. I'm a Nevrakis, damn it...I will not be turkied to death by these...disgusting chicken wanna be's...you with me or not, Walker?". She holds up a knife that barely misses his face as he stumbles backwards off the edge to avoid it.

Drake swipes the blade from her steady hand, his dark brown eyes filled with savagery, "Let's end these fuckers!".

2 hours later...Ramsford Memorial Hospital

"Drake, can you hear me?", a concerned Liam stood at the bedside of his lifelong friend, when Drake's eyes began to flutter open.

"Liam...wh...where am I?"

"You're in the hospital buddy, you've got a nasty concussion and a broken nose, but, the doctors had a head CT ordered and it didn't show any serious trauma or permanent damage...you will, however, have to stay here overnight for observation".

Drake glanced around the room, grimacing at the shooting pain from his throbbing, bandaged nose and the seering pressure behind his eyes. The overhead lights making his already blurry vision so much worse. He attempted to speak, but, his voice was hoarse and dry. Liam reached for a cup of water that sat on his bed tray and assisted him in drinking.

Drake licked his lips, "what happened? The last thing I remember was grabbing the knife from her", he nodded at Olivia, who was standing in amusement at the end of his bed, "why the hell am I'm so jacked up?".

Liam looked to Olivia, he, himself not entirely sure of the exact circumstamces for Drake's injuries, hoping she could shed light on the situation.

Olivia moved around the bed to stand next to Liam, an uncontained smiled slipping across her pale face, "It was a giant Turkey...smashed right into your face", she clapped her hands together loudly, "Smack!". A light chuckle escaped her as both men glared back with astonished expressions.

Several seconds of silence commenced as that information began to process.

"What?", Drake snapped.

Olivia explained that Maxwell must have had one turkey left because another one came barrelling out of no where, dropping like a stealth bomber, and crashing right into his face. Never one to mince words, she took the opportunity to let him know that his face looks better now that most of it is covered in bandages.

Liam took in a deep breath, "I'm going to take my leave now that I can see you are well. I told Bertrand I would attend the press conference with him...apparently, Maxwell thought turkey's could fly".

Drake rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself, "Responsible and mature, huh?", he looked back to Liam with a grateful smirk, "thanks Liam for being here".

Liam clapped Drake's arm, "No problem", he turned to Olivia as he made his way for the door, "you coming?".

"Yeah", Olivia grabbed her coat and clutch that were laying across one of the hospital chairs and followed Liam to the door. She hesitated before fully exiting, turning sharply on her stiletto heels. "You did...well out there today soldier".

"I got clobbered in the face by a fucking bird, Liv!", he shouted back, grabbing his nose in pain as his head jostled from his over-exaggerated retort.

"Even so...", she trailed, as a long pause followed, the silence nearly becoming awkward. A small hint of compassion crept through her strong features and Drake instantly recognized the change in her demeanor.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Walker".

"Happy Thanksgiving...Liv".

[unendeligtid]

88/6or 13 please💖

and 20 years later, here it is! i’m so sorry dfgch im so behind on my asks y’all please know that i see every ask that i get sent and i have a bunch planned! thank youuuuu <3

i’ve already done 6, which you can find here!

content warning for excessive alcohol use. this prompt is based off of this video, which is a Top Tier meme if i do say so myself

13. “Don’t you dare.”

Jonas has seen his best friend in varying degrees of absolutely wasted.

To be fair, Matteo has definitely seen him completely smashed, but Jonas can normally handle his liquor pretty well.

Matteo, on the other hand, becomes an absolute menace when he’s drunk. He basically acts like a ragdoll, throwing all of his weight onto the nearest shoulder that he can find. He doesn’t even get particularly sleepy, either; it’s like he forgets how to use his own body.

Ever since Matteo started dating David, however, it’s been different. 

David seems to handle his alcohol pretty well, and so he normally manages to put up with whatever drunken-Matteo shenanigans come his way fairly well. Jonas doesn’t get how the poor guy can do it, whether it be allowing Matteo to slump on him for the entire night until they both fall asleep, or giving Matteo a piggyback ride all the way home. 

It’s like they’re a match made in heaven.

Now, however, Jonas sort of wants to shoot them both.

David’s drunk, and not in a pleasantly buzzed and happy kind of way. No, the dude is smashed. He’s stumbling around, laughing loudly whenever Matteo trips, and whining in protest whenever Matteo makes fun of him for tripping. It’s honestly kind of cute, and if it were just Jonas and David, Jonas reckons they’d be fine. 

The problem is Matteo.

He’s actually just refused to stand up anymore, claiming that he’s too tired, but refusing to walk home to actually get to his bed. Jonas swears to god, Matteo owes him some weed after the shit that he’s been pulling tonight.

He’s carrying Matteo, his arms hooked under his knees to keep him from falling down. Matteo’s clutching onto Jonas’ neck desperately, all the while trying to drag them down to the pavement.

“I wanna sleep,” Matteo whines, his words so slurred that Jonas barely understands him. In fact, the only reason Jonas understands him in the first place is because Matteo has been telling him this repeatedly for the past five minutes.

“Yeah, I know buddy,” Jonas grunts, stopping for a second to shift around Matteo’s weight in his arms. “I’m trying to get you home.”

“No, I wanna sleep on the fucking curb,” Matteo yells brattily, trying again to lower himself to the ground from Jonas’ arms. “Let me-”

“Don’t you dare!” Jonas argues, feeling his arms shake under the weight of his best friend. “David, please tell your boyfriend that he cannot sleep in the curb.”

“Hm,” David slurs from his spot next to him, looking up from where he’d been intensely focussed on his shoes dragging on the pavement. 

“David!” Jonas snaps, and the boy looks up at him with a smile on his face. His gaze trails down to Matteo and softens. 

“Look at him,” David cooes, reaching out to clumsily brush his fingers across Matteo’s cheek. “He’s so sweet.”

Sweet isn’t exactly the word that Jonas would use to describe his best friend, but he shakes that thought out of his head. “Digga, I can’t let you two sleep on the curb,” he argues again, trying his best to keep David engaged in the conversation. 

“Sleeping sounds nice,” David gasps, as if he’s had a sudden realisation that he is, in fact, capable of falling asleep. “We should sleep, babe.”

“On the curb,” Matteo agrees sleepily, his voice quiet. 

“Why are you two like this?” Jonas asks, not expecting an answer. “Okay, you two can have all the sleep in the world once we get to the WG, okay? Matteo’s bed is much more comfortable than the ground.”

“Ohh,” David says, his eyes widening comically in realisation. “I like Matteo’s bed, it smells really nice.”

Jonas snorts and rolls his eyes. In his arms, Matteo has begun to doze off. David looks down at his boyfriend and seems to have the same idea, because he slumps against Jonas’ shoulder. 

“Ooh,” David murmurs into his shoulder, his voice muffled. “You’re comfy. No homo, though.”

“Alright, buddy,” Jonas sighs, rolling his eyes fondly. “Let’s get you two home.”

In the end they manage to get home intact, although Jonas reckons his arms will be sore for the next few days. He makes sure that both boys are safe and sound in Matteo’s bed, before turning around to look for a piece of paper on Matteo’s desk. 

He manages to find a crumpled up drawing of David’s in the corner. When he opens it, he realises that it’s a drawing of Matteo, sound asleep. It appears to be a dud, though, given how much of a perfectionist David is with his art.

Still, though, it’s incredibly endearing. 

He finds another paper, a receipt or something, and scrawls a note on the back with his messy handwriting. 

He leaves the note on the bedside table, and looks at the boys once more. Somehow, they’re even more tangled up than before. Matteo’s nose is almost completely smushed into David’s neck, and David’s left arm is bent up in such a weird angle that it’s probably going to be numb when he wakes up.

Jonas chuckles to himself as he leaves Matteo’s room, heading down the stairs, and makes his own way home.

Those boys, he swears to God.

Hey lovebirds, 

You owe me so much for getting your drunken asses home last night. You’re both menaces.

Love, 

Jonas

[okay-j-hannah]

Broken to Whole

Supernatural : Prompt

Sibling!Winchester

Setting: During mid to end Season 3 (Dean has his contract set for Hell)

Word Count: 2263

Warnings: There’s quite a bit of blood and some moments of terror, but it turns to funny and fluffy bits with the Winchesters right quick

Request: “1 with sibling!winchester reader? ok so what im thinking (which you can totally say no to) is that the reader and her brothers (sam and dean) are in a new town fighting a new threat and this threat gets to the reader which lands her in the hospital. her brothers are going insane waiting in the hospital or like a week until one day they’re watching over her and she wakes up?” - @aliciasayshi

Prompt: 

“How long have you guys been standing around my bed like a bunch of creepers?”

A/N: After receiving an almost fatal blow, the Winchesters race you to the hospital where they fight with you and your immense fear of anything medical

Part Two: Take a Break

(Y/N) was panting ridiculously through gritted teeth, attempting to conceal her cries of agony as blood continued to slip from her cut onto the table she laid on. 

“(Y/N)? Oh my God, stay right there!” Dean said, running to her. He grabbed the nearest supply of towels and cloths and started piling them on her stomach and she yelled out, “Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. Hang on." 

Dean undid her restraints and instructed her to hold the towels in place while he helped Sam, who was on a table beside her in his own straps. (Y/N) applied pressure regardless of the shockwaves it was sending throughout her body. 

Sam went to tie the now unconscious monster down as Dean went back to (Y/N) and slowly removed the cloth to get a look at the damage, "Son of a bitch. That’s deep, (Y/N/N). We’ll have to go to the hospital." 

She grimaced, and tears started to pour down her face, "I really don’t like the hospital, Dean." 

He winced along with her, sympathy pain flowing his features, "You’re going to need stitches. And I bet nothing is sterile in here, you could get an infection or some other crap." 

(Y/N) continued to cry as Dean pushed against her cut, "Dean, I really, really don’t like the hospital. Please! Just stitch it yourself.”

He shook his head and looked towards his brother, who came over with the same pained expression on his face. 

”(Y/N), we need to get you help, now. You’re bleeding out everywhere. We don’t have the proper equipment and besides - that cut is deeper than any regular stitches can fix,“ Sam stated. 

And as the painful exhaustion started to blur the edges of her vision, Dean scooped her up, regardless of the blood getting onto him, and they quickly got out of the house and into the car. 

Despite her protests, she was put in the impala, crying and squealing with the pain. She tried her best to handle it with grace, but by the time Sam started driving, the bumps of the road enraged her wound. 

She clutched at Dean’s hand as he held her close, hushing her along the way. And all she could remember was physically praying that she’d pass out. 

And thankfully she did. 

~~~

When she finally came to she was in a light blue hospital gown, laying in a white hospital bed, covered in clear hospital tubes, and smelling like a bleached, disinfected hospital patient. 

And she was not happy about it at all; her heart monitor starting to raise as her blood pumped faster.

Next to her, sitting in a chair, was Sam. His head was on the edge of the bed and his hand was inches from hers. Dean was up and pacing the room, back and forth, right in front of her bed. 

"Now that I’ve received medical attention, can I please leave this hell hole?" 

Sam jumped up and scooted his chair in closer and Dean fumbled in his mid-turn and somehow managed to make it to the bed without falling. 

"How do you feel?” Sam questioned. 

“Are you in pain at all?” Dean added. 

“How long have you guys been standing around my bed like a bunch of creepers?” (Y/N) tried to sit up more, but failed miserably, wincing, “I’m fine. Can we leave, please?”

The brothers looked at each other and then back at her with contorted eyebrows and serious expressions. 

“You were hurt bad, (Y/N/N),” Sam muttered. “They had to take you to the surgical room to stitch you up." 

Dean made his way to her other side and rested a hand on the elevated part of her bed, "You probably would have bled to death if we hadn’t gotten you here." 

"And I’m thankful for all the modern medicine and blah, blah, blah. Seriously though, when can I leave?”

“It’s just a hospital, (Y/N/N). Why do you hate it so much? You seem fine whenever we do cases,” Sam asked. 

She took a deep breath, “Bad memories, alright? I don’t like being the patient in this situation. Visiting a hospital is fine. Staying in one? Count me out.” She attempted to swing her legs out of the bed and Dean held her down by the shoulders. 

“Not today, sweetheart. You need to heal. You’re not going anywhere." 

She gave each of them a moment of weakness gaze, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. Her heart rate was still raised, and her blood pressure and breathing had elevated. 

"I’m sorry, (Y/N). But this is your best option,” Sam muttered. 

She begrudgingly moved her gaze to her toes sticking up from the blanket and her eyes began to sting. She twiddled with her fingers again and bit the inside of her cheek. Finally, one of the monitors began to beep as an alarm and a nurse came running in. 

“I’m sorry, boys, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re causing her distress." 

At that thought (Y/N)’s vitals seemed to skyrocket even higher if that was possible. She moved her tear-filled eyes to the nurse and pleaded. 

"No, no, please don’t take them away from me.”

Sam got up from his seat and went over to whisper to the nurse, “She’s just a little afraid of hospitals. Us being here is what’s actually keeping her somewhat grounded." 

The nurse gave (Y/N) an up and down look and then back at Sam, "I see. Well, if those numbers keep rising then I’m going to have to sedate her. She needs to be relaxed for her to properly heal…" 

"We understand. If we could stay here it would really help her, honest." 

Dean went down and clasped one of (Y/N)’s shaking hands, trying to steady it. He eventually had to put both his hands around her one and she felt comfort in the pressure. She squeezed back and stared at the ceiling as her pulse started to lower. 

The nurse gave a slow nod and threw her hands in the air, "Whatever works for you. I’ve got cases that I need to file, if you would excuse me."  

Once they were alone again Sam came to (Y/N)’s other side and took her right hand in his, "Don’t worry, (Y/N/N). We’re not going anywhere. We’ve got time.” He looked at Dean when he said that, but (Y/N) didn’t notice. 

It took her almost the entire day to get her heart rate to a normal range, all the while holding onto Sam and Dean. They took turns watching over her as the other went to get food or take a small break. She complied to all that the doctors required her to do: shots, medicines, check-ups. As long as one of the brothers were there to hold her hand. 

It wasn’t until the last part of the second day that she was actually able to have a normal conversation with the two of them. 

“You know, for a hunter, you’re a bit of a softy,” Dean mumbled, his faced smashed into the bed as he sat there waiting for something to do. 

She actually responded this time, “Don’t give me that crap. Everyone’s scared of something." 

"Dean’s scared of planes,” Sam interjected from his laptop. 

Dean raised his head and glared at him, almost with a smolder on his tired features, “Yeah, well, Sammy’s afraid of clowns." 

"Really?” (Y/N) said. “Planes and clowns and you think you’re some big tough hunters?" 

Sam lifted his eyes from his work, "You’re scared of hospitals and we’re in and out of them weekly." 

There was a silence for a while as (Y/N) closed her eyes and Dean stared at Sam, flitting his head towards the resting girl. Sam got the message to egg her on. 

"Is there anything else you’re scared of?" 

"Like I said, everyone is scared of something."  

Dean gave a puzzled look, "So it’s only hospitals?" 

"And things associated with them. Needles, surgical equipment, hand sanitizer, rubbing alcohol, stethoscopes… you name it." 

Sam laughed, "That’s a lot, (Y/N/N)." 

"Oh, and haunted houses,” she was on a roll now, her eyes still closed. “Can’t stand them. You know when I was fifteen I tried to go into one and I freaked and blacked out in the line." 

"In the line?” Dean asked, finally starting to sit up. 

“Yep. And I screamed and cried the entire time. The only reason I was able to move through it was because my friends dragged me." 

Not wanting to spoil the nice time they were suddenly having, the brothers pressed on with the topic.

"What is it about haunted houses that you don’t like?” Sam asked, shutting his laptop. “They’re supposed to be fun.”

“Fun? Don’t be ridiculous. What is so great about those freak filled horror fests? I just don’t like being scared, that’s all." 

Sam chuckled and scooted his chair closer to her bed, "But a haunted house is basically like all the places we go for hunts. Why do you enjoy one but despise the other?”

“Yeah, these real-life monsters come at you all the time and you never look scared when that’s happening,” Dean mentioned.

She finally opened her eyes and found them both gazing at her fondly. This was new, full and undivided attention. 

“Why do you guys want to know?”

“Curiosity,” Dean said. “Just wanting to get to know you more." 

“We haven’t seen you in years, (Y/N),” Sam shared a look towards his brother, “We just want to be close again.”

She thought about it for a minute. They wanted to get to know her. 

"I don’t like the dark either.”

“Yeah, Bobby was saying something about that to us earlier,” Sam said, remembering when they had called him to update about (Y/N)’s condition. “You don’t like to sleep. Is the dark part of that?”

(Y/N) moved her eyes to her sterile blanket, “Partly, I guess. I don’t like the dreams that I have." 

Both the boys leaned in, their silence begging for more. And she sensed that. 

"Nightmares, more like. Just a reminder of when I was younger." 

Sam caught a glance with his brother before cautiously moving forward, “Can we ask what your nightmares are about?”

(Y/N) pulled out her hands from under the blanket and played with her fingertips. She ignored the question for a long time before Sam took one of her twitching hands into his and said, "You know you can trust us, (Y/N/N). What is it going to take for you to believe us?”

She thought about her angels, her demons, her nightmares, her childhood. It was all so much information that she had kept to herself for so long. 

Running off to live with Bobby was the best decision she’d ever made, even if it took her from her brothers for over fifteen years. She wasn’t sure the boys were ready to hear all of that. Or if she was ready to tell it all. 

With a deep breath she pulled away her hand from Sam’s grasp and stretched, “I’m starved. Anyone up for burgers?" 

Sam sat back and gave an exasperated sigh, showing the defeat across his face. They had gotten so close, and (Y/N) knew it. She was letting them in too far. 

"Not so fast, kid. You’re not getting away that easily,” Dean said as he leaned back on two of the chairs legs. “You’ve been wiggling your way out of every question we ask. Now we don’t want to drill you or demand answers, but don’t you think we deserve to know something?” He let his chair fall onto all fours, “We’ve been waiting here." 

He was right. They’d been patient with her. She was the one being stubborn and afraid. 

"I just don’t want to push you away,” she whispered. “What if you don’t like the truth?”

Sam held a short smile, “(Y/N), we aren’t just going to up and leave. I don’t know what crazy thing happened to you, but the inevitable in this situation does not involve Dean and I leaving you. We’re here to stay." 

Dean nodded in agreement, "We’ve all got demons, (Y/N).”

“Who’s Lilith?”

Both the brothers were taken aback. 

“How do you know about Lilith?” Sam asked. 

She had to think quick, “Uh… Bobby mentioned her. I know she’s some kind of demon." 

Dean smirked, "She’s the bitch that’s holding my contract. And the one who’s after Sam." 

(Y/N) frowned slightly, "I guess I don’t know as much about you two as I thought." 

"She’s one of the original demons directly from Lucifer,” Sam explained. “She sees me as a threat because I… uh - well, I used to have psychic powers." 

That gave her something to be startled about, "Psychic powers? Wait… what?”

Dean laughed, “Yellow eyes. He’s a demon that had a plan that involved burning people alive and bleeding demon blood into the mouths of babies. It gave them… powers." 

"Yellow eyes? You mean Azazel? Bobby talked about him too… he’s the demon that you two were tracking for the past few years. The one that killed..." 

The brothers nodded, and Sam muttered, "Until Dean killed him. And my powers stopped." 

She twiddled her fingers, "He’s the one that killed mom." There was a silence that confirmed that for her, "But if your powers are gone why is Lilith so threatened by you?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Something about how I was chosen by Azazel to be his successor. I was the only one left standing out of the psychic children. But yellow eyes was stopped before he could get me to do anything else." 

(Y/N) smiled, "Sounds like you guys have been through a lot." 

Dean rubbed his hands together and laughed, "You got that right." 

~~~

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