#oh look he's getting handcuffed to the chair.. yeah...

[philiponmycracker]

Random shots of drop-dead gorgeous Mr Hulce, from Slam Dance (dir. Wayne Wang, 1987)

[kinkyniragi]

Cillian’s Duchess

Pairing: Cillian Murphy Thomas Shelby x Reader

Genre: Smut 18+

Word count: 2,6k

Summary: Your husband Cillian has been filming a steamy Peaky Blinders scene with the infamous Russian Duchess. You try to play it cool, but the flicker of jealousy is unmistakable. So you ask a few questions. Dig a little deeper. And before he knows it, Cillian finds himself swept into your version of the script — written just for the two of you…

CN: CNC roleplay, gun play, handcuffing, oral (male receiving), orgasm denial, fingering, toying, rough sex. Please note that this is all just fantasy. Things that happen in my stories should always be consensual. Take care.

Author’s note: Feel free to leave comments and share my story if you enjoy it—I truly appreciate every bit of motivation to keep writing. Even though I'm not a native speaker, I'll do my best 😉

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Friday evening.

You hear the door click shut and the rustle of keys on the console. Before you even turn your head, you call out, “Didn’t expect you back this early.” In fact, you were eagerly looking forward to the weekend with your husband Cillian. Two days off from the exhausting filming of the new Peaky Blinders season—just the two of you.

Cillian’s voice drifts in, warm and low. “Didn’t expect my wife to look this comfortable without me,” he says, grinning as he steps into view, finding you on your familiar curled-up spot on the sofa.

He looks tired but electric, that post-shoot buzz still clinging to him. He shrugs off his jacket, sets it over the back of a chair, and heads straight for the sideboard. You hear the soft clink of glass as he pours two whiskeys—his first real one of the day, no doubt, after hours of sipping colored water on set. He hands you a glass without a word and sinks down beside you on the sofa, his thigh brushing against yours.

Even in sweats and a plain black T-shirt, he carries the aura of Tommy Shelby. No doubt that it’s the hair—sharp and era-perfect, still smelling faintly of the care products they use in the studio—and some tiny details like the way he holds his glass, like it’s a prop, an extension of the role. He’s ditched the tailored suit, of course. He hates being clocked by fans on the street and usually hides the telltale haircut with a beanie. But tonight, in the safe shadow of your living room, he's halfway between man and character and you wonder what use it could be for you that evening after you haven't seen— touched each other for what feels like an eternity.

You take a sip of your drink, ice clinking gently. “Good shoot?” you ask.

Cillian leans back with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. Your attention inevitably remains on this striking part of his role. His role, which you find as hot as it is dreadful.

 “Yeah. Scene with the Russian Duchess today.”

“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow. “The one who strangles you?”

“Mhm.” He smirks into his glass. “You know, standard foreplay.”

You snort, revealing that the comment lands sharper than you’d like to admit. “Huh. Sounds like you had a great time,” you try to casually distract from it.

His eyes flick to you, amused. “Jealous?”

You scoff. “Of some fictional czarina? Please.”

Still, something stirs in your stomach. The thought of him, hands touching someone else’s body—even in character—makes your gut tighten. You force a breezy tone. “Tell me more.”

He gives you a sly look. “Duchess, not Czarina. You already know the important parts. And I did sign an NDA, remember?”

You stare at him, a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look in your eyes.

Cillian just ignores your expression.

“Gonna shower.” He stands, stretching, and heads for the bathroom.

Then, with a grin, he adds, “If my wife should be curious enough to snoop around in the script in the meantime, that wouldn't be my fault, of course.”

You watch him disappear down the hall, biting back a smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing—throwing out just enough breadcrumbs to get a rise out of you.

You hear the water start, the rhythmic creak of pipes. The bathroom door stays cracked open. An invitation.

But he has to wait. First, you have to fulfill your role as the curious wife. With trembling hands, you flip through the tattered pages of notes. Your ears grow warm — from excitement... and something else. A flicker of jealousy you refused to admit. And it's growing bigger.

Eventually, you slip into the bedroom, peel off your clothes, and tiptoe down the hall. Through the steamed-up glass of the shower, you see him lathering his hair. You step into view.

He doesn’t startle. He simply opens the door and grins, eyes gleaming.

“Good to be back, love,” he murmurs, dragging you into the heat.

He cups your face with sudsy hands and kisses you, slow and deep. His hips press against yours, firm and demanding, and there’s a tightness in his grip that’s just a little too rough, too possessive. Tommy’s still there—just beneath the surface.

After the shower, while he towels off, you pad back into the hall and head straight for his suitcase. Inside, carefully folded, is the Peaky Blinders suit—should’ve stayed at the studio, but he always brings it home.

Method acting.

Obsession.

If he takes his work that seriously, he can damn well walk you through the details of the scene...and beyond.

You toss the suit to him in the living room.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asks hypocritically, as if he didn't already know that.

“Put it on,” you reply, already disappearing into the bedroom. “You’ll see.”

As you walk, casually, you throw over your shoulder, “What was the Duchess wearing?”

There’s a pause before his voice follows you. “A long, black dress with provocative lingerie underneath, oh, and suspenders. Over it, an elegant coat.”

You don’t comment—just change quickly into something that might fit the occasion and help yourself to the box of props that he keeps as naturally as he brings things from the set for his rehearsals. Then you return to the living room.

He’s dressed. Fully in character. The charcoal vest, the starched collar, the unmistakable silhouette of a man used to being feared. It’s unnerving how fast Cillian becomes him. You cross your arms, studying him with a growing arousal. He sits down at his desk.

You raise an eyebrow with a smirk. “Just don’t light a cigarette now.” As much as you love Cillian as Tommy, you hate that he's a chain smoker.

He doesn’t laugh.

He’s already too far gone in the character to bother. You can see in his eyes that he loves it.

And that he loves what's coming next.

So, it’s your turn. He looks at you with curious eyes, deadly serious. You clear your throat and turn into the mad Duchess.

You stride past him, stilettos clicking on the floor, a velvet clutch in one hand. From it, you produce a prop pistol — a replica, but it looks real enough under the low light. You purposefully toss it onto  the desk in front of him.

He watches you and doesn't seem impressed in the slightest.

“You’re hard to reach these days, Mr. Shelby.”

He sits there, motionless, hands folded on his lap, watching you. “Didn’t realize I’d made myself available.”

You sit down in front of him. “I’m here for an answer.”

“To what question exactly?”

You lean in closer. “I’ve been told alliances with you are dangerous things. I wonder if that’s true,” you whisper, gently stroking the pistol as if it were a pet.

He turns his head slightly, his ice-blue eyes cool and calculating. “That’s not even a question.”

You pause. Then your smile returns — small, deliberate, unsettling.

“Fine.” Your voice is softer now, but laced with something darker. You are now fully immersed in the role now.

“What if the real danger... is me?”

Before he can answer, you grab the pistol in one smooth motion and aim it at his chest.

He doesn’t flinch.

Of course he doesn’t. He knows the script. He is Tommy Shelby.

His eyes drop to the weapon, then back to you.

“Well, at least this is a real question…but tell me one thing, sweetheart, is that supposed to scare me?”

You rise slowly, stepping behind him, keeping the gun trained on him as your other hand moves to your clutch.

He hears the metallic click before he sees the cuffs.

You snap one closed around his wrist. He doesn’t resist.

The second follows.

“Tell me, Duchess,” he murmurs, voice low, “What game are we playing tonight?”

You lean down, your breath warm against his ear.

“One where the rules change... every time you think you’ve learned them.”

You circle back around to face him. His arms are still behind the chair, cuffed, his breath slower now—but steady. Controlled. Like he’s weighing every move he could make, and deciding not to.

You don’t break eye contact as you reach for his belt.

He doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t speak. Just watches with that unreadable glint that’s somewhere between challenge and surrender. You wonder, briefly, if he’s still acting—or if it’s just you he’s reacting to now.

The metallic clink as you unbuckle him echoes in the low light.

You lower yourself between his thighs, your fingers deft and deliberate, and when your mouth finds him—slow, sure, claiming—his entire body draws taut. One sharp inhale. Then stillness.

You must inevitably remember how he said the crew had trouble keeping straight faces.

You don’t. And you start to love your role as Duchess.

So, you take your time, dragging it out, keeping him just at the edge.

And just when you feel the tension beginning to crest—when his breath turns ragged and you know he's seconds from unraveling—you stop.

Pull back.

Rise.

His chest lifts and falls with the effort of restraint, his jaw clenched tight. His eyes are locked on you now, sharp and hungry.

But he says nothing.

You both know the scene ends here in the script. But you’re not done playing.

You wonder if Tommy Shelby would’ve overpowered the Duchess as revenge. You’re curious to find out if Cillian will.

“So…” you say slowly, tilting your head. “How would you have liked the scene to end?”

Cillian lifts his eyes to meet yours — that unmistakable Tommy Shelby stare. “With you begging me to stop,” he says quietly. “And not meaning a single word of it.”

There’s a challenge in his tone, in the way he watches your face for the flicker of a reaction. You don’t disappoint. A slow, teasing smile spreads across your lips — of course you want to keep playing.

Before you can respond, he moves.

With no warning, he twists his wrists, and the handcuffs spring open with a soft click. You blink in surprise.

“Film cuffs,” he murmurs with a smirk. “Little lever. Always good for a dramatic exit.”

You barely have time to register the words before he’s on his feet, reaching for you.

He lifts you effortlessly, arms locked beneath your thighs, and carries you through the house. The pace is slow, deliberate — and filled with tension. Like he’s letting you feel every second of what’s coming. Like he’s making sure you know you don’t get to walk away from him like that.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulse racing, breath shallow.

He stops in the bedroom. Presses you back against the wall, body pinning yours in place. His mouth brushes your ear, voice rough and low: “You wanted the real Tommy. Now you’ll learn how he punishes unfinished business.” With every word, he grinds his hardness unerringly against your stomach, letting you feel just how serious he is about letting you take responsibility.

He kisses you — a tender, hungry mix of Cillian and Tommy — and it melts you from the inside out.

“You know,” he murmurs against your lips, voice rough with meaning, “if the Duchess is the one Tommy can’t trust…” His hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, moving with slow certainty until his fingers find the heat between your thighs. “…then she shouldn’t be surprised,” he finishes, sliding two fingers deep into you, “when he claims what’s hidden in her treasury.”

You feel something hard pushing into you — but in the next moment, it's only the rhythmic motion of his fingers that holds you captive, making your breath hitch.

A soft moan escapes you — helpless, needy — as his tongue finds yours again, this time with a reckless hunger. His fingers move with practiced rhythm, pushing you closer to the edge.

And then suddenly, as quickly as he came into you, he’s gone. He pulls back without warning, leaving you aching, empty, breathless.

Tommy fucking Shelby knows how to get revenge.

He takes a step away, eyes locked on yours, deliberately denying you the touch you crave.

Then he lifts something small and black into the air, slick with your juices.

A sleek, obsidian egg — unmistakably intimate, obviously taken from the toy box both of you use from time to time.

“What…?” you start — but he cuts you off, voice smooth and mocking.

For a second, you catch that wicked little smile. Pure Cillian. What a delicate requisite, you think.

“So you were telling the truth after all. That’s where you Russians hide your jewels.”

He inspects the glistening object like a priceless find. “A beautiful sapphire,” he muses. “Must be several carats at least.”

His eyes flick to yours again, amused and merciless.

“But since it’s standing in the way of me plans…” He casually slips the ‘gemstone’ into his pocket. “…I trust you won’t mind me takin´ it.”

He leans in, his voice low against your neck.

“Can’t really trust anyone these days, eh?”

He stays close as he murmurs instructions — quiet, dirty, commanding. “Get off your dress. Slowly. I want to watch.”

You obey, pulse wild. His eyes don’t leave you, not for a second. He stands still, hands in his pockets, as if weighing what you’re worth now that he’s taken what you tried to hide.

When you’re down to nothing but lace and tension, his mouth curves — not quite a smile. More like satisfaction. Or hunger.

“Beautiful,” he mutters. “Even without the jewels.”

He steps forward at last. No more waiting. No more teasing. His hands are rough and sure as they grip your hips and turn you to the bed. You feel the heat of him against you — demanding, undeniable — as he lowers you down.

You gasp as he enters you without hesitation. There’s nothing gentle in it — only heat, only claiming. Like he's not just taking you, but marking you.

"Seems like that treasury of yours still had more to offer,” he growls into your ear, thrusting deeper, harder. “Locked it up so tight — and still, here I am. Too bad, eh?”

You whimper, arching into him, unable to hold anything back. “Maybe I wanted you to find it.”

His hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back so your eyes meet. There’s fire in his — raw, dark, unmistakably Tommy.

“Say what exactly you want,” he demands.

You breathe the words like confession. “Fuck me stupid, Tommy, I need it so badly…”

His lips crash into yours, and then there are no more questions, no more games — only skin against skin, bodies locked, breath stolen. Every movement is a reminder: this is the cost of mistrust. Of temptation. Of daring to play with a man like him.

And you pay it gladly.

Your climax hits like a wave, pulling him over the edge with you — a tangle of breath and heat and release. For a long moment, there’s only silence, except for the shared rhythm of your ragged breathing.

Then his weight eases against you, his chest rising and falling against you. The tension melts from his body, and the last trace of Tommy slips away with it.

You turn your head slightly, still catching your breath.

He’s quiet. Still. Barely holding himself up.

You smile with satisfaction.

“Welcome back, Cill.”

He lets out a soft laugh, burying his face in the curve of your neck. “Bloody hell. If that’s how Tommy handles unfinished business… remind me to never leave a script lying around again.”

You both laugh — the sound warm, shared, real.

And for the first time that night, it's not the game, not the roles, not the lines. Just the two of you. Entwined in something far deeper.

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[oppopotamus]

Handcuffs

nanami kento x bottom male reader

Warning: NSFW, face-fucking, handcuffs, anal sex, choking, praise, use of pet names like sir (Nanami receiving), baby, doll (You receiving), not proof-read soz

Nanami walked through the front door to your house after such a long tiring day at work.

"Nami! I'm in here." He heard you call you, he dropped his stuff on the ground, loosened his tie, and started heading up the stairs to your bedroom.

He opened the door to see you standing there all too happy with too huge of a smile on your face.

"I have a surprise for you!" You said happily as you rocked back and forth on your feet whilst hiding your hands behind your back since you were obviously hiding something from him.

Nanami sighs, "And what exactly is it that you're hiding behind your back?" Nanami unties his tie and drapes it over the chair in the room, taking off his blazer and doing the same.

"You have to close your eyes first!" You say, Nanami just sighs once again.

"Very well," Nanami closes his eyes and waits for you to say something or do something.

"You promise me that your eyes are closed?" You ask and Nanami nods, "I promise, (Name)."

"Okay good, now hold out your hands in front of you." Nanami hesitates but does as you say when suddenly he feels something cold and slightly heavy being placed into his hands.

He slowly opens his eyes to see what you gave him and,

"Are these handcuffs, (Name)...?"

You nod aggressively in response. Nanami's face turns hot but his blush is invisible.

"Sooo... What do you think?" You ask. Nanami finally pulls himself together and holds the handcuffs in one hand, moving his hand up and down as though he was testing how heavy they were.

"Hm." Nanami huffs.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" You cross your arms and get embarrassed at the fact that Nanami must not like your 'present'.

"Are these real handcuffs?" Nanami questions. "Oh yeah! I stole them off of a police officer!" You giggle behind your hand as Nanami looks at you in disbelief.

Nanami sighs and shakes his head. "Very well then, put your hands behind your back if that's what you want so badly."

"Yes sir." You blush and do as he says, turning around and letting him put the handcuffs on your wrists.

Nanami then walks around in front of you grabbing a fist full of your hair and gently pushing you down. You understand what he's trying to do and slowly get down on your knees, carefully as to not fall onto your knees and hurt them since you don't have your hands to brace you.

"Such a pretty doll, aren't you baby?" Nanami says down to you. You nod in response, your face heating up as he caresses your hair and traces the back of his fingers down your cheek and jaw.

You shiver as he touches you so gently. He's always so gentle at first until it starts to get heated and he starts throwing you around as if you were a toy.

Nanami stands there, simply admiring you for a second until he gestures to the bed.

"Lie down, on your back. With your head off the bed." Nanami orders you and without hesitation you scramble up and attempt to lie yourself on the bed the way he commanded.

It's a little tricky at first and you feel embarrassed as he just continues to stare at you in your struggle.

Though, eventually you manage to do it and Nanami walks over to you, standing with his crotch right near your face.

You want to reach out but you can't since Nanami has his hand on your throat keeping you in place, not choking you but just placed there as sort of a warning. Plus your hands are handcuffed behind your back.

Nanami brings his hand back to his pants and un-does his belt, then his pant buttons and finally his zipper before pulling them down.

You can see the tent in his boxers, he's rock hard, I mean so are you but you're much more focused on just having Nanami's cock in your mouth.

Nanami finally takes off his boxers and his cock springs out.

It's hard and leaking over your face.

You want to reach out and lick it but you can't since Nanami's hand is back on your throat. Keeping your head in place.

Nanami reaches his free hand down to move his cock so it presses against your lips.

Slowly you open your mouth as he presses in. Nanami hisses at the heat of your mouth, hips shaking slightly until he steadies himself out and starts moving steadily.

He doesn't push his entire length on which makes you whine and attempt to move your hands around to force his cock down your throat more but alas, your hands are still handcuffed.

Nanami slowly moves both of his hands to your throat and squeezes it, so gently that you almost don't even feel it. But it's still enough to make you squirm.

Nanami's hands stay glued to your throat, squeezing it tightly every now and again which makes your thighs quiver.

"Alright baby, I'm gonna put it in deeper now." Nanami says, you can't respond since your hands are tied and Nanami's dick is halfway down your throat.

Ever so slowly Nanami eases his dick down your throat until it hits the back of your throat. You attempt to not choke but it doesn't work as the second he starts moving you gag around his cock.

He pulls all the way back out, a long line of spit and drool connecting his cock to your lips.

Spit trails down your face and you can't wipe it off so it just sticks to your face, making a mess.

"You okay, doll?" Nanami asks. You nod aggressively and whine just wanting his dick back down your throat.

"Use your words." Nanami commands. "Please sir.." You utter out.

Nanami listens and brings his cock back to your face and slams his cock down your throat, fucking your face aggressively as you whine and choke.

Nanami grunts every time you tighten your lips around his cock when he pulls back, only to thrust deeply in again.

You whine and attempt to pull your hands out, wanting nothing more than to stroke your own length. It's painfully hard and you can't take it anymore.

You move your hands back and forth attempting to break the handcuffs off to no avail. They're real handcuffs so you eventually just give up.

Nanami taking the hint pulls off of your face. Mountains of spit and drool ride down your face and all over Nanami's cock.

Nanami looks down at your pants to see your excruciatingly painful erection and feels some pity on you.

He grabs you and turns you around so now your ass is at the end of the bed rather than your face.

You feel slightly light headed after having your head hanging for so long. You dizzly look at Nanami, waiting for him to do something.

Nanami smirks and pulls your pants down, letting your own cock spring free.

You hiss at the feeling of the cold air hitting your embarrassingly hard cock. Nanami leans down, squeezing it before letting go and leans over to the bedside table.

He pulls out a bottle of lube that's nearly completely empty, you really need to replace that soon.

He pours a generous amount onto his fingers and brings them to your hole, gently pressing into it, stretching you out so you're prepped enough to take him.

You writhe around at the feeling of his fingers stretching you, no matter how many times he does this it always hurts at first.

But Nanami is always so gentle at the start, he treats you with such gentle care that it makes your heart flutter.

No matter how many times you both do this it always gives you butterflies in your stomach and makes you smile.

You truly love this man and how caring he is to you, no matter how embarrassing it is he always takes such good care of you.

Finally, Nanami deems you prepped enough and maneuvers his cock to your hole and gently presses in.

You both simultaneously moan and the stretch and when he's completely sheathed inside of you, you both simply stay there for a moment, breathing heavily together and just stay at peace for the moment.

You completely understand each other in these moments and feel as though you are one.

It's once Nanami starts moving again you forget all about that and only focus on three things. One, you think about Nanami. Two, you think about getting Nanami to cum and three, you think about your own pleasure.

Nanami moves slowly at first but eventually speeds up. You both moan when he gets faster and Nanami moves one hand to your throat and the other to rest behind your head.

Nanami chokes you just enough so that you can still breathe but gives you that slight light-headedness that you love so much.

He speeds up, getting faster and faster as he squeezes your neck tighter and tighter.

You choke and look up at him with tears in your eyes as he stares straight back with such intensity that you feel like you might cum on the spot.

You don't, but you're close.

"N-Nami.. I'm gonna.." You mumble off, not even being able to finish your sentence before you're leaking white from your cock and all over your stomach.

"Fuck.." Nanami lets out before he's cumming hard, painting your walls.

You both just stay there for a moment until Nanami leans down, giving you a kiss.

You both stay until your breaths come back and your orgasms have worn off.

Nanami flips you over and grabs the handcuffs.

"(Name), where are the keys to the handcuffs?" Nanami asks and suddenly it hits you. "Uhh..." You say in response and Nanami just sighs.

"I'll go get the pliers." Nanami says, placing a kiss on your temple before leaving to get the tools to chop the handcuffs off of your wrists.

You lay on your stomach and sigh happily, feeling peace for the time being.

Ah, how you love that man.

[knivestothroats]

ITWS Trans Buck AU snipit - Fletcher gives Buck his T shots

I figure this would happen very early on, so I had it pick up in chapter 2 after Buck wakes back up after passing out getting his leg sewn up. CW: Needles/injections, captivity whump

Buck passed out at some point during the procedure.  He woke up in a bed, unsure of where he was. Even as the memories came back to him as he drifted into consciousness, he was still lost. It was a sparsely furnished room, with just the bed, a dresser, a chair, and a small table that didn’t look like it was originally meant to be a nightstand. There was a window in the wall behind him, but the curtains were drawn. He was wearing an unfamiliar pair of sweatpants. 

Buck’s head ached. His leg ached. His whole body ached. He tried to gently shuffle into a sitting position, but as he moved he felt the unyielding tug of metal against his ankle.

His injured leg was handcuffed to the bed.

The door opened. Fletcher poked their head in.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” they said, walking all the way into the room. They were carrying a tray, which they set down on the dresser. Fletcher opened one of the drawers and retrieved a pillow. “Can you sit up?”

Buck, watching Fletcher warily, pushed himself slowly into a sitting position, and Fletcher put the pillow behind him. They retrieved the tray and set it on Buck’s lap before pulling the chair over to the side of the bed and sitting down.

Buck examined the contents of the tray. A water bottle, a small bottle of orange juice, a banana, a sleeve of crackers, a pudding cup, and a spoon. Buck looked up at Fletcher wordlessly.

“Well, eat up, champ,” Fletcher said, leaning forward to rest their forearms on their legs. A beat of silence where neither said anything. Then, “How’re you feeling?”

Buck opened his mouth and let out a croak. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I feel like shit. Everything hurts.”

“Well, that’s to be expected,” Fletcher nodded. “You sustained a pretty serious injury.”

“Which you made worse,” Buck said.

“Hey, I – well, yeah. I did make you walk on it,” Fletcher admitted. “But you did great! And then I made it better.”

“You should have taken me to a hospital,” Buck said.

Fletcher just laughed and said, “Seriously, you should eat something. Drink some water.”

Buck examined the seal of the water bottle to make sure it was still intact before cracking it open and taking a long drink. He paused a moment, and then asked, “Why do you have me chained to the bed?”

“Well, you really shouldn’t be walking on that leg for a while,” Fletcher said.

Buck stared at them in disbelief. Fetcher’s face cracked into a smile, and they shrugged, but said nothing.

“So, what, are you just… holding me here?” Buck struggled to say the words out loud.

“Yeah,” Fletcher answered casually.

“Why? What… why?”

“You’re a great teaching tool,” Fletcher said before standing up. “And I believe you can take it.”

“Take what?” Buck asked, voice soaked in fear.

Fletcher began walking to the door, saying only, “Eat something.”

“What – what is this place?” Buck called after them. “What is going on here?”

Fletcher stopped in the doorway, hand on the knob ready to pull it closed behind them. They turned back.

“Well, Buck,” they said, “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” 

Before they could shut the door, Buck blurted out, “Wait, wait, wait!”

Fletcher waited.

“I have - medications. That I need,” Buck said.

“Okay. What are they?”

“Um…” Buck shifted uncomfortably. “It’s personal.”

“If you don’t tell me, you’re not going to get them,” Fletcher said bluntly. “I’m not gonna judge you if you have a rash on your junk or some shit.”

Buck cringed. “No, it’s not like that. It’s… testosterone.”

“What kind?” Fletcher asked, unphased.

“Like…” Buck gestured vaguely. “For hormone replacement-”

“Yeah, I fucking got that part,” Fletcher cut him off. “Shots or gel?”

“Uh… uh, shots,” Buck answered. 

“Great,” Fletcher said. “Easier to get ahold of. When was your last shot?”

“Friday.”

Fletcher nodded. “I’ll get it for you. Anything else?”

“Um…” Buck considered inventing some complex medical issue that would be inconvenient for Fletcher to deal with, but he wasn’t able to think. And anyway, that didn’t necessarily mean that Fletcher would let him leave. Alive. “No, just that.”

“Cool.” Fletcher gave a final nod and closed the door behind them.

When Fletcher came to Buck’s room the following Friday, they held up their hand, letting Buck see a vial and a syringe.

“You wanna do shots?” they said with a grin.

Buck’s eyes widened. “You actually… you actually got me my T?”

Fletcher scoffed. “Of course. What dose are you on?”

“0.6, uh, milligrams… or whatever.”

Fletcher pulled the chair over to Buck’s bedside with their foot as they carefully watched the measurements on the syringe fill up. They slipped the vial into their pocket and flicked the air bubbles out.

“Where do you usually take it?” they asked.

“Oh, uh…” Buck considered what area of his body he wanted to expose to Fletcher. His stomach felt incredibly vulnerable - literally rolling over and showing his belly. But he didn’t want to pull his pants down to do his thigh either. It was hard enough getting them on and off without agitating his wound. He wouldn’t have to pull them all the way down to do his rear, but he didn’t really want to be showing his ass either. Unless - would it come off as a “fuck you” to Fletcher? Probably not. They still got to stab it.

“Stomach, I guess,” Buck murmured. He kneaded the fabric of his shirt in his hands before lifting it up enough to give Fletcher access. 

Buck turned his head away as Fletcher leaned in. He flinched when the alcohol wipe touched his skin, and he could swear he heard a tiny snicker from Fletcher.

“How long you been on T?” Fletcher asked conversationally.

“Uh, ‘bout a year and a half,” Buck said.

“Oh, for real?” Fletcher sounded surprised. “You’re looking great, man. Took to it really quickly.”

Buck was taken off guard by the compliment. He looked back at Fletcher to search their features for any sign of sarcasm or scorn. Their face was neutral, focused on Buck’s skin, pinching it slightly before sticking the needle straight in.

Buck hissed a breath through his teeth. Part of him wanted to turn away again, but the rest of him wanted to watch Fletcher and make sure they were doing what they were supposed to. 

Fletcher’s eyes met his briefly before returning to their work. Buck tried to stay still as they slowly depressed the plunger.

“Haven’t gotten used to it yet?” Fletcher asked.

“It sucks every time,” Buck gritted out. “I wanted to get the gel but insurance wouldn’t cover it.”

“Why the fuck did you tell me shots then?” 

Fletcher pulled out the empty syringe, capping the needle. They rubbed their thumb over the drop of blood that formed on Buck’s skin.

“Uh… I don’t know,” Buck said. He lowered his shirt and laid both hands over the sore injection site. “You just asked what I was taking, I wasn’t really… thinking.” He paused, studying Fletcher for a moment. “Does that mean you could get me the gel?”

“Mm,” Fletcher hummed in thought. They stared at Buck an uncomfortably long time, but that was a low bar. “Maybe. Shots are easier to get - like, they’re still a controlled substance, but they’re also super common, and more likely to be black marketed, so to speak. Plus, I get to stab you a little bit, which makes it fun for me.”

They rose and pushed the chair back against the far wall.

“I could do it myself,” Buck pointed out.

“Ha!” Fletcher laughed as they headed for the door. “Same time next week.”

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 20: girlboss and malewife

TWITTER, IRL!

“hi, my stars!” you said after you started the stream. you enjoyed streaming. you liked live interacting with your fans and how it was void of any editing.

“how are you guys?” you asked, looking at the chat.

rorymp4: better now that youre streaming

“aw, im flattered.”

xogopissgirl: UR SO PRETTY

“so are you, beautiful!”

slvtforconnie: GOOD WBY

“i’m great, thanks!”

flowergrrl: girl stop w the ‘special guest’ we know its eren 😒

you bit your lip to hide your smile, before jokingly rolling your eyes. “can y’all at least pretend to not know who it is?”

slvtforconnie: IS IT CONNIE???

peterparkersgf: dumb bitch she would not call connie a special guest

stupidvbtch: ITS EREN ISNT IT????

“as you all know, i have a special guest today. a lot of you already know who it is.” you rolled your eyes. “introducing the one and only, photography guy!”

eren let out an airy chuckle and sighed. “oh god, do not call me that. but, hello everybody. i was forced to be here.”

“yeah, he’s actually my hostage. you can’t see it, but his arms are handcuffed to the chair so he can’t leave.”

eren mouthed “help me.” to the camera, making you laugh.

“anyways. today we’re gonna play roblox, because this man has never played before. can you believe that?”

cartisimp77: who the fuck has never played roblox before

“literally what i said.”

“okay, chat what should we play first?”

sailormoonz: PLAY DA HOOD

user50: YES PLAY DA HOOD

“they’re saying da hood. you wanna play?”

“i have no idea what that is but yes.”

rorymp4: bro erens gonna get his ass killed

you laughed, putting your hand up to cover your smile.

eren looked over at you with suspicion. “what are they saying? why are you laughing?”

you pointed to the screen that was filled with the live comments from your viewers, making him look over.

user101: stop he’s so hot

slvtforconnie: might have to change my username bc omg..

peterparkersgf: YN GIRL U WON

user03: i want him to **** me until i *** all over his ****

“i want him to.. blank.. me until i ..blank.. all over his ..blank..” eren read out, his eyes slowly widening.

“wow, um. i will not be doing that, unfortunately , but um. i’m flattered?” he looked over at you.

“why are they all just like you?”

🫧

you were now both in a da hood server, immediately being greeted with the sounds of gunshots.

“i thought this was a kids game. what’s going on?”

he walked around and found people fighting and shooting.

“what the fuck is happening?” he shouted.

“eren, where the fuck are you?”

“i don’t know! there’s a literal brawl going on, what the fuck?” he tried to run away, before someone hit him with a knife.

“im being assaulted, y/n where are you?”

you looked at his screen before laughing at the sight. “i’m coming, calm down.”

“how do i defend myself? i don’t want to die,”

“press e!”

he stomped the person and attempted to run away.

“don’t worry, daddy’s home.” you said, as you took out one of your guns and shot at the player. after killing the person, you picked up eren and ran.

“why are you carrying me?” he laughed.

munkin4life: #breakinggendernorms

milesmoralesgffr: girlboss and malewife

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- stream chapter!

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Megamind Au @fanofstuff02

I'll post the full thing on Ao3 when it's done. For now you get the beginning of their vacation!!

Also I'm not including everything, that would take forever lol

Contact Warning: Swearing, Sexual Themes, and Kidnapping.

It was Thursday, like clock work the supervillain The Devil had kidnapped local news reporter Adam Kadmon to hold hostage for his evil plans.

Where he would fight the hero, The General so he could take over the city.

Only problem was said hero was late. Six hours late.

Lucifer paced his lab, this was ridiculous and rude. "Where the fuck is he?"

Adam, tied to his chair blew his bangs out of his face. "What's the date today?" He asked, summer time was prime time for vacations and being friends with the city hero he knew he had one planned.

Lucifer stopped to look at him with an inquisitive stare. "The 29th why?"

Adam sucked air between his teeth, shit of all the times. "Oh yeah, he's not coming he's on vacation."

Lucifer blinked. "What why?"

"Stress? He puts up with your ass all the time man deserves a break. Honestly I should take one too." Adam sassed.

"So he's not coming?" Well this was a fucking waste of a Thursday.

"Probably not."

Lucifer smirked, an idea forming in his mind. Maybe not a waste after all. "So that means I get to keep you til he gets back."

Adam felt dread fill him. "No, it means I get to go the fuck home."

Lucifer leaned in closer to Adam's face. "Sorry, you’ll have to wait for your dumb boyfriend to return for that."

Adam glared, you make one off handed comment about someone being your boyfriend, which The General was not he only said that to piss The Devil off, and his Thursdays are forever ruined. "I should’ve went with him."

Lucifer raised a brow, ignoring the jealousy bubbling inside him. "Would he even take you?"

"Oh he would." Adam figited in his seat, it was well past uncomfotable at this point. "This is bullshit you can't just keep me here."

Lucifer merely shrugged. "Sure I can, that's the point of being kidnapped."

Adam tilted his head back beyond annoyed. "Ugh..... This is highly unfair. You realize you have to feed me right?"

"Lucky for you Charlie is a great cook."

Adam groaned. "Oh lucky me."

Charlie skipped over happily her hands clasped together. "I can make ribs for you Adam! And-"

"How am I going to sleep?" Adam interrupted, it just occurred to him that he had no where to sleep.

Lucifer gave him a small smirk. "In the chair?"

Adam balked at the idea, he's already been here for hours! Now he had to fucking sleep there? "The chair?! Are you fucking serious?"

"Yup! You're a prisoner, you're not on vacation." Lucifer walked away, feeling victorious.

Adam mumbled under his breath. "Asshole."

-

Two in the morning rolled around, Lucifer got up to use the bathroom when the light from the lab caught his attention. He sighed. "I should probably check on him."

Adam fell asleep in the chair, his head to the side and was even drooling slightly.

He looks so cute. Lucifer thought, he couldn't deny the attraction he had for the news reporter. Lucifer sighed. "Fucker."

He scooped Adam up and carried him to his room. They didn't have a guest room because, well, they never have guests.

He tucked Adam into his bed, handcuffed him to the bed just in case and went to the other side of the bed to sleep.

Adam woke up the next morning, he groaned as the lights hit his eyes. He’s more awake once he realizes he’s in an actual bed instead of the chair. And the bed he’s sleeping also contains that short fucker.

What the- Am I..... No I'm handcuffed fuck!! Both hands no less ...... He doesn't look that bad when he's asleep. Less annoying, Adam thought as he looked at The Devil's sleeping form.

Adam groaned again and tried his best to roll over to keep the light out. It didn't work it hurt his wrists too much so he turned back.

Lucifer mumbled still half asleep. "Quit moving."

Adam actually jumped cause he thought he was asleep.

Lucifer opened an eye to see Adam with his normally well groomed hair messed up, dried drool on his chin and face, eyes still sleepy. Even just waking up he's fucking cute, that's not fair! "Go back to sleep."

And for once Adam did as he was told, too tired to fight it. Plus the bed was comfy.

Lucifer hugged him when the reporter drifted off to sleep. He didn’t have anything to say when he woke up again.

Luckily for The Devil he woke up before Adam. And he straight up and out of bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Adam woke up alone. He tried to break free but those chains were too strong so he gave up. He thought of calling out for the two villains but decided not to. They would probably ignore him anyway.

Adam was waiting in the bed he didn't know how long, let his mind wonder. God why did The General had to go on a week vacation. Being stuck with these freaks for hours is bad enough.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

Adam blinked. "Uh.. Come in?"

Charlie stepped in she was still in her pajamas, hair messed up from sleep she smiled sleepily at Adam. "Good morning Adam!" She greeted cheerily, god even first thing in the morning she's upbeat.

"Eh. Good morning."

"Dad says breakfast is ready and I have to bring you to the table." Charlie came over and uncuffed Adam from the bed only to cuff him to a chair.

"Oh goodie." Adam deadpanned, Charlie carried him to the table, and cuffed him to the table making it easier for him to eat. "Pancakes?"

"Yes! I made them myself." Lucifer boasted as he handed his daughter her plate.

Adam took a bite and was surprised by how delicious they were. "These are..... Surprisingly good."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "Why surprising?"

"You always make her cook i just thought you couldn't." Unlike me, Adam thought, he couldn't cook very well he mostly ordered takeout. "Also, what the hell am I supposed to do all day? I still have to wo-"

Lucifer cut him off. "No you don’t. You’re free for two weeks."

Adam raised a brow. "And how exactly you know that?"

Lucifer lifts an eyebrow of his own, answer enough.

Adam slumped. "Fine. I am."

Charlie jumped up all excited. "Oh Adam we're going to have so much fun!"

Adam rolled his eyes. "Oh I'm so sure."

Lucifer shook his head as he drank his coffee. *First thing in the morning and you're already sassy. Come along."

They handcuffed him to a chair with wheels so they didn't have to keep carrying him. Charlie turned on the tv to some random reality show.

Adam stared blankly. "This is boring."

"I can kind of agree." Charlie agreed from her spot on the floor.

"I mean, let me tell you what is going to happen. She’s going to learn her husband cheated on her and she will try to kill him and the woman but instead she’ll die herself and find some assassin's to kill the other woman in Hell, but she’ll end up in Hell too and then they’ll start to fuck eachother." Adam ranted and the room fell silent.

Lucifer turned to look at him. "The hell are you watching in your free time?"

Adam looked at him, didn't he know good tv when it was on? "What? Hell Bound is a good yet predictable show."

"Sounds stupid."

"Well it has 19 seasons so someone loves it."

Charlie picked up the remote and changed the channel. "What about the news?"

Adam's fellow reporter friend Peter was on in Adams place, they were declaring Adam a missing person and to call if they had any information on where he might be. "Right here Peter." Adam said in a monotone voice.

Charlie looked at him. "I don't think he can hear you."

Adam sighed, dear lord. "Yeah I know."

He clicked his tongue. A small smirk came to his face when he remembered something from the last time he was kidnapped. "Hey Charlie?"

"Yes?"

"Do you still have the monopoly?" Adam asked in a cheeky tone, he could kick anyones ass at that game.

Lucifer felt his eye twitch, he knew where this was going. "No."

"Are you sure, dad? I thought-"

"It got ruined."

Adam snorted. "Wow, you had a fit and destroyed monopoly. What about Janga?"

Charlie lit up at the prospect of a game day. "I'll go look!" She ran off down the hall.

Lucifer glared at Adam. "I did not throw a fit." 

"Oh like how you're on the verge now? Sure....... Baby."

The supervillain could feel his blood boiling but wouldn't give Adam the satisfaction. "LOOK-" He took a deep calming breath. "Well, jokes on you, I’m an expert on Jenga."

Adam didn't look that amused or believed him one bit, this guy lost at everything he did in life and games were no exception. "Whatever you say."

Charlie came running back in with the Janga game grinning from ear to ear. "Here!"

-

Adam fumed with rage, how the fuck was he losing!?. "You can’t take that one!" He seethed.

Lucifer smirked, not the least bit sorry. "I can! What, ‘ruined your plans’?" He was a master at Janga never to be beaten.

"No!" It actually did and Adam was pissed about it, he knew he likely had two moves left before it fell over and he lost.

Lucifer just looked at him smuggly, pretending to pick his nails. "So take one."

"Give me a fucking minute!" Adam pulled a piece, the tower wiggled but did not fall over. "Phew." In his next turn however, Adam bumped the table and it fell over. "NO!"

Lucifer jumped for joy at his easy win.  "HAHA! VICTORY IS MINE!"

Adam pouted and looked away. "Whatever, Janga is stupid. And that's the only time you'll ever say that anyway."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Oh ho is that so?"

"Yes it is!"

Lucifer plucked off some imaginary lint from his vest. "Loser cleans the mess."

Adam scowled as he started cleaning up, being kidnapped and forced to do manual labor, what could be fucking worse? "I fucking hate you."

Lucifer ignored him, he said that so much it was starting to lose it's bite. "You know we do have two other games. If you two wanna play."

Charlie smiled and rasied her hand. "I do!"

Adam shrugged, not like he had much of a choice. "Sure, what else is entertaining here."

The Devil cracked his knuckles. "Twister and Uno."

Adam thought for a moment. "Let’s-"

"And since I’m the winner, I get to choose. Twister." 

"Fucker." At least they had to uncuff him for that one. Though, after a while and the position Adam got himself he should have stayed in his chair.

Charlie was calling out the colors and moves. "Right foot green Adam!"

Adam sighed. "Fine." He moved his leg, it was now under Lucifer, Adam tried to ignore the suggestive pose this put him in but it was very difficult.

"Right hand yellow dad!"

Lucifer placed his hand by Adams head, he smiled as he looked down at the news reporter that was now under him. "Hello.~"

"Damn you."

This.... Shouldn't be this hot. Lucifer thought, not that he cared. 

Adams mind was racing. Why. Just why. Oh dear god he's between my legs!

"Left hand red Adam!"

Lucifer’s hand was on the nearest red and there was no way he was placing his hand on the villains. "Uhh…" Adam tried to place it on a different red, but realized he can’t and just put it as far as possible. Unfortunately he lost balance because of this and fell down.

Lucifer laughed at his loss."HAHA! HOW DOES LOSING TWICE FEEL?!"

Charlie wasn't amused. "Can we play Uno now?"

"Sure! Adam?"

Adam glared up at him. "You’re going down on that one."

-

Adam placed his winning card down. "SUCK IT MOTHERFUCKER! HAHA!"

Lucifer frowned. "Can you stand one minute without swearing? Geez."

"No, it's called a sentence enhancer. Besides, you want to hear me not swear? Watch me on the fucking news."

Charlie set her cards down, this was the last of the games they had in the evil lair. "We're running out of games to play. Oh we could just talk!"

Adam wrinkled his nose. "Why, we have nothing in common?"

Charlie smiled politely. "It passes the time! So, Adam how's your day going?"

Adam looked at her, was she serious? "....... You're joking right?"

Lucifer leaned back in his chair. "Go on answer the question."

With as much sarcasm as Adam could muster. "Oh I'm just having the time of my fucking life."

Lucifer glared, eyes flashing. "Can you stop that for a minute?" Why did he have to swear so much?

Adam sighed. "Fine, honesty? I didn’t hate this day but I didn’t like it either. My favorite moments were when you lose."

"Which was once!"

"One good moment."

"See! Fun! Oh I'll go make lunch!" Charlie got up and left to make the trio lunch.

Adam looked at the supervillain. "Are you seriously gonna keep me here for two weeks?" He didn't want to spend two weeks in this shit hole.

"Yeah why not. Have your own vacation." That hero asshole went on vacation why couldn't they?

"Umm, no. My idea of a vacation involves a sandy beach, not a smelly lab." All Adam could smell was the scent of oil and metal. It almost sickened him.

Lucifer scoffed at him. "It's not smelly!" He sniffed the air and winced, he pulled out the air freshener and sprayed some. "Maybe a little."

"Glad you agree."

"Anyway. Who said I can’t take you to a beach?" Lucifer tried to will away the picture in his mind of Adam in a swim suit the moment he said that.

"Oh and society will be perfectly fine with this? Bitch please." Adam wasn't in the mood to be toyed with.

Lucifer pulled out his phone and started looking for places to go where they could have a lot of privacy. "We just have to find somewhere calm!"

"Oh I would be so fucking glad to go with the two of you then."

"So sassy. Oh look I found one!" This place was perfect, two cabins, one for Charlie and one for them. Adam was still their captive so he couldn't be trusted to have his own and well, Lucifer kinda wanted to share with him so they would have to spend more time together.

Adam was surprised, they were really going on vacation? "Wait really?"

Lucifer stood up. "Yup! Charlie pack your things we're going to the beach in Italy!"

Charlie squealed with joy. "Oh goodie!"

Adam couldn't believe what was happening, he was getting a free trip to Italy from the guy who kidnapped him. Should I be.. Happy about this or.. God who am I kidding. I-

"Are you okay?" Lucifers voice broke him from his thoughts.

Adam blinked owlishly at him. "Huh? Oh yeah."

Lucifer stood there a little awkwardly shifting on his feet, hands in the pockets of his dress pants. "Do I uh.. Need to get your stuff or anything?"

"I- What?"

"You know… If you want… I can."

Was he serious..? Whatever.

Adam shifted in his seat absentmindedly, this would be interesting. "Well… I do want my guitar and it’s stuff, my DVD’s and other stuff. Should I make a-"

"No no, we can go together and you can pick them." Lucifer uncuffed him and took Adam by the arm leading him down to where the car was.

Adam didn't fight him, there was no point. "Are you-"

Lucifer placed him in the front seat. "I’ll be there so it’s fine."

-

"So this is where you live?" Lucifer had been in Adams place before, not that the brunette knew that little bit of information, so he played dumb.

Adam grabbed a travel bag. "Yup. It's all I need being just me." Okay clothes, tooth brush, I don't know if I'll go swimming but I'll bring swim trunks, and my guitar. He played a message on his answering machine, it was his sister Emily: Hi Addie it's me! Please call me when you get this message so I know you're okay I'm worried about you.

Lucifer laughed. "Pffft, Addie?" How cute.

Adam's face was warm, damn it Em! "Shut up! Only my sister can call me that."

"Okay time to go. Addie.~"

"Fuck off."

-

They loaded up their air craft and when they got there after hours of flying, it was a private beach house with white sand and a view of the ocean. There are only one bed for Adam and Lucifer to share.

Lucifer placed a ankle monitor on Adam so he didn't get any ideas about leaving. Not that he would, he was in a foreign country illegally where he didn't know the language, and had no other way home. "Why is there one be-!" Adam exclaimed, bad enough he was fucking kidnapped now he had to spend two weeks sharing a bed with the guy that did it!?

"That was all they had." Lucifer lied, he totally could have gotten a two bedroom cabin.

"But-!"

Lucifer, smirked knowing he won this. "Go sleep on the couch if you want. I don’t care."

Adam looked away, he didn't want to sleep on the fucking couch when there was a perfectly good bed right there. "Oh fuck me."

I mean if you want me to. Lucifers mind supplied, trying and failing to not check out Adam as he had his back turned.

Adam crawled into the bed, too tired to argue with this asshole. "Just stay to your side of the bed."

Lucifer got in on the other side. "If that's what Addie wants.~"

Adam stuffed his face in the pillow. "Ugh, will you stop?" He said voice muffled.

"Nope! Say, why does she call you Addie?" He was having way too much fun with that nickname.

Adam lifted his head and glared. "If I tell you will you stop?"

"Maybe."

Adam sighed. "........ She calls me Addie because she couldn't say Adam when she was little. And she still does to this day." God why did that feel so embarrassing?

Lucifer blinked, wasn't his sister a full grown woman now? "…She can’t say Ada-?"

"Of course she can dumbass. She just kept the nickname." Adam growled.

"Oh right. Sorry." Well now Lucifer just felt dumb.

Adam turned over. "Whatever. Good night."

Lucifer smiled at him. "Good niight~" When he was sure that Adam was asleep, his breathing even and a small snore leaving his mouth, Lucifer hugged Adam from behind and kissed his head.

Lucifer woke up first, the sun shining in. Some time in the night they found their way to each other and were holding onto one another, Adams head tucked under Lucifer's chin.

Adam sighed softly and snuggled closer to Lucifer's chest. The smell of his shampoo faintly could still be smelt. Vanilla and cinnamon.

Lucifer was very aware of the situation in his pants. This is a bad time to have morning wood. I need to get to the shower, either to take a cold one or......

He slowly got free and replaced himself with a pillow. Adam held it tight smiling in his sleep.

Cute....

Lucifer takes a shower, not a cold one. He got himself off to the thought of the hot brunette in his bed, how good it would feel to have him under him, make him needy with pleasure that only Lucifer could provide. "Ahh, fuck.~" Adam drove him crazy in more ways than one and Lucifer was going to make it his mission to have him one day.

When he came back into the room, Adam was still asleep holding the pillow. Smiling softly Adam mumbled something in his sleep and kissed the pillow.

THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ME-?!....... Wow was he really jealous of a pillow?

Lucifer tried to clear his mind and went to make them a small breakfast.

Adam woke up some time later, still sleepy, hair messy, came to the kitchen yawning. "Good Morning…"

Lucifer turned to him with a bright smile. "Morning sleepy head. Have a good sleep?"

Adam yawned again, stretching as he sat down at the table. "Yeeeah. You?"

"Oh yeah, bacon and eggs?"

"Sure." Adam rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Lucifer placed down their food. "Have any dreams?" He asked.

Adam's face turned red. Oh boy.  "I-I-I don't remember." 

Don't remember or won't tell?

[scaryscarecrows]

Clancy wakes up with a splitting headache.

He’s got no clue what happened. He went to bed like normal, got up for a glass of water and a piss around one-thirty, and that’s the last thing he remembers.

Maybe he fainted? He’s never done that before, but he saw somethin’ about long-term head injury things, and the Bat has definitely walloped him good a couple of times.

“He’s conscious,” a voice says from right behind him. There’s a beat, and then big fingers flick the side of his head.

“Ow!”

“See?”

Kidnapped. Christ, why? He doesn’t know shit! He’s only been workin’ with Riddler for like, three weeks, since Sionis got his head blown off. Riddler’s not the sharin’ type, either.

He’s handcuffed to a chair in a warehouse, because this is Gotham and that’s protocol, but he doesn’t recognize the guys he can see. They look like the little army figurines he played with as a kid, but red, and with face masks and goggles that look more like something out of a cheap sci-fi show. No faction he knows.

“What the hell? I don’t know shit about shit!”

“Clancy Morrison, thirty-three, no kids, girlfriend dumped you six months ago, professional henchman, because that’s a thing here,” the man in front of him rattles off in a bored tone, voice echoing a little behind his mask. “Currently working for Riddler, previously worked for Black Mask.”

“You hiring or somethin’? ‘Cause this is a crappy job interview.”

There’s a small smattering of laughter. Clancy gives his cuffs an experimental tug. Absolutely nothing happens.

“Look, man. I had to roll my ass outta bed, take a connecting flight–a connecting flight, do you have any idea how much those suck these days?--to get back here and deal with the mess your old boss caused.” The man leans over, resting gloved hands on the arms of the chair. “But I’m still the nicer person you could talk to tonight. So here’s the thing. You tell me where your old cronies got hired or hid, whichever, and you get to walk away with maybe, like, a broken finger or something. Nothing too bad.”

This is Sionis’s fault? The bastard’s dead and he’s still causing problems? God!

Should’ve stuck with Two-Face, I should’ve just sucked it up and worn that ugly-ass Halloween mask…

Wait.

Sionis got his stupid face busted because he fucked with the Hood. A bunch’a people had kinda…appeared…aw, shit.

“This isn’t about the Hood, is it? Thought he died.”

He regrets this immediately, but the man in front of him just laughs.

“Just tell me where your friends are.”

Clancy’s a lotta things, but a snitch he ain’t.

“Fuck you.”

He regrets that immediately, too: a hand grabs the cuffs and he’s flipped over, slammed into the cement floor hard enough to shatter the chair and whack his head, and then he’s staring up at Death.

For a dead man, Hood looks plenty alive. He looks a lot better than the last time Clancy saw him, unfortunately.

“I’m a tough bastard to kill,” Hood tells him, voice bright with glee. “As you may have noticed.”

“Yeah, you oughta get a new name,” somebody new calls. “The Cockroach.”

“The Silverfish,” somebody else says. Hood sighs.

“No.”

“Oh-oh-oh, Cocaine Bear!”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Just sayin’.”

“No.” He fixes his boot on Clancy’s chest and leans down. There’s a creak. Clancy suddenly has a lot more trouble breathing. “You should’ve taken the offer. He’s a little more kindhearted than I am.”

“Look, I don’t know where all of ‘em–”

“I’m sure you’ll remember.” Hood’s head swivels towards Clancy’s left elbow. “Didn’t heal right, did it? After it broke last year?”

“I-I-I–”

“Shame.”

CRACK!

“Oh God!” Pain. Painpainpain. “Motherfucker!”

Hood gives the now-broken elbow an experimental poke. Clancy howls as bolts of agony race up and down his arm.

“Fuck you!”

“Please don’t.” There’s a snick and the tip of a knife presses gently against the corner of his eye. “Ready to talk to me?”

[hinge]

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[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (24)

part 24 of ?? | 672 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

By the time Eddie wakes up, it’s not a private room anymore. He looks blearily over to his right, sees Steve lying still and quiet in a hospital bed of his own, and immediately tries to sit up. Wake up, I don’t like this.

24.

By the time Eddie wakes up, it’s not a private room anymore. He looks blearily over to his right, sees Steve lying still and quiet in a hospital bed of his own, and immediately tries to sit up. 

Wake up, I don’t like this. 

“Oh motherfucker,” Eddie groans at the immediate wildfire the motion starts through his core. He feels like he’s being split open down the middle. 

“Easy son, easy—” By the time Wayne’s intercepting hands reach him, Eddie is already falling back the inch or so he’d managed to rise with a pained whine. It’s jarring to see Wayne in a hospital setting again, but, well. Tables are pretty damn well turned now. And while the man looks stressed and worried, that's nothing to the gray, haggard ghost of himself that he'd been while sick.

It takes Eddie several minutes, a button that sends painkiller straight through his veins like a cold bath from the inside out, and a pitiful mouthful of ice chips to compose himself again.

“Steve,” he wheezes finally. “What happened?”

Wayne snorts. “Dumbassery.”

Eddie manages a weak smile. “Be more specific?”

“Looked like he got chewed on by the same thing that spit you out, only he didn’t get it looked at. Took the time to save your life first, though.” Taking the cup of ice chips away for later, Wayne sits back in his uncomfortable visitor's chair with a sigh. “The hell’d you get yourself mixed up in this time, Ed? First I come in here to find the Harrington boy watchin’ over you and you’re handcuffed to the bed. Then he keels over, and half an hour later Jim Hopper comes back from the dead to uncuff you and say the government’s covering all the medical bills.”

And the drugs might play a role here, but Eddie tells him. There’s no ‘you’re not gonna believe me,’ not with Wayne. 

He tells him everything. Chrissy, holding a broken bottle to Steve’s neck, the Upside Down and its monsters, everything. Even the blackmail part. Even though it takes him several tries over at least a whole day because he keeps drifting in and out, quality drugs and sheer exhaustion dragging him down into much needed rest.

When he’s done, Wayne regards him with a measured look—and in this case, the measuring cup is heaped full with are you fucking kidding me.

Eddie braces himself. (Mentally, anyway. Physically, he can't do shit.) The being gay, the dealing drugs, the murder charges—none of that did it, which is good, but he’s not entirely sure that Wayne won’t finally kick him to the curb for taking some poor guy’s wallet for a ride. Especially the guy who just saved his life, and who his uncle seems to have taken a liking to because of it.

“Son,” Wayne says, blunt as ever, “as soon as that boy is conscious again, you need to talk to him. You need to apologize.” There’s a long pause, and this is it, this is the part where Eddie is expecting to hear that next he should pack his bags— “And then tell him thank you.”

Another long pause. 

“Is that all?” Eddie asks weakly, because he has to be sure.

Wayne nods. “That’s plenty. Want a pen and paper to plan it out like one’a your game campaigns?”

On some level, Eddie recognizes that his uncle is making fun of him. On another . . . yeah, he actually kind of does, just to scribble out the jumble of thoughts in his head, not only about Steve but about everything. On every possible level, his eyes well up.

The sleep he’d gotten since almost dying was, perversely, the best he’d had in months. Since before Wayne had gotten sick, all the way through to the end of the worst Spring Break in the history of the world.Eddie chokes out a laugh as the first tears begin to fall, a comforting old hand finding its way to his shoulder as he has a long, long overdue breakdown.

[lamuradex]

40K In 42 Days Update: Week Three

@the-wip-project

So, Week Three. We're about half way now. I've even made myself a little spreadsheet to keep track of everything at this point.

Anyway...

Wordcount Last Week: 17,995 Words - 44.9875%

Wordcount Today: 25,771 Words - 64.4275%

So I'm still moving along. The end of this book is also somewhat on the horizon, so I wonder which will come first. The end of this challenge or the end of the book. I've been adding in new chapters I didn't initially plan, but they've all been fun new ideas to explore so far.

So, yeah. Keeping it going. Good luck to everyone else out there doing this. You can make the goal. I believe in you.

And, as usual, here's a sample of what I've been writing. This time Gideon and Madeline have been captured and wake up in a basement. Enjoy!

Gideon woke up slowly.

The world gradually began to reassert itself.

Cold. A damp smell. A very sore neck. A headache like he couldn’t believe.

And finally, as his eyes geared up, memory rejoined the party. Unfortunately the sense to wake up first was the one that told him there was metal around his wrists. Handcuffs. They been kidnapped or at the least captured.

Gideon looked around. He was in a chair, his hands cuffed behind his back through the chair’s slats. Maddy was nearby, similarly bound, but still unconscious. And there was a third person in the room.

“Well, look who’s awake,” the leader of their attackers bragged. At least Gideon thought it was him. He now had a big red nose wrapped in bandages.

“I hit you that hard, did I?” Gideon said, his wit apparently waking up before his survival instincts.

“And you’ll pay for it,” the man sneered, Gideon silently deciding to start calling him Rudolph. “But we’ve got the diamonds, we’ve got both of you, and we’ve got all the time in the world.”

“To work out what to do with us? Your boss not answering?”

Rudolph glowered. “You’re lucky we don’t want you dead, buddy.”

“Funny that. I don’t feel lucky.” Gideon took a good jolt at wrenching himself free. All he did was lift the chair a couple inches.

“Now you two’ll wait here. And then… Well,” he said with a sinister edge.

“You’ll either murder us or give us to your boss,” Gideon rolled his eyes. “You’re not coy, and you’re not clever.”

Rudolph glowered in a more confused way. The gaze hardened. “Then again, maybe the boss won’t mind what we do to you two. Especially her.” He reached out to stroke Maddy’s cheek.

“You touch her and I’ll beat you to death with this chair. I’ll even still be sitting in it, I swear to god, you’ll be a bloody stain on the floor!” Gideon spat with such cold vitriol that Rudolph actually paused. His hand hesitated before retreating.

“It doesn’t matter. And you at least deserve to have her to talk to while you’re down here.” He walked away briefly, picked up a bucket, and threw the whole pail of freezing water over her.

“God!” Maddy gasped awake.

“Enjoy the time you’ve got left,” Rudolph smiled and then headed up and out of what was apparently a basement.

“Where… Where am I? Gideon?” Maddy called out.

“Behind you,” he said calmly.

“Where are we? What’s going on?”

“Where? I don’t know. But we’ve been kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped?!” Maddy’s voice quavered. “What are they going to do to us?”

“Calm down, Maddy. Take a breath. We’ll get out of this.”

“And how do you know? How often have you been kidnapped?”

“Twice,” Gideon said flatly. “I’ve been kidnapped twice.”

“What?”

“Look, it’s fine. We’ll get out. Just need to work out how.”

“We’re handcuffed, Gideon. Oh god, these people want us dead,” Maddy began to panic.

“They do not want us dead. They specifically have not killed us.”

“But what do they want with us? What are they going to do? Who are they?”

“I don’t know,” Gideon said, doing his best to calm her. “They’ve got a boss, that’s all I know.”

“But what do they want? They’re thieves, sure, but what are they going to do with us? They could be organ harvesters for all we know,” Maddy stressed, already spiralling. “And even if they’re not, they might still kill us just to stop us talking. Or just leave us here to rot. Or something else terrible! And what did we do to piss them off?”

“It is feeling very personal, isn’t it?” Gideon considered.

“They could be killers, they could be rapists, they could be… they could be…” She struggled. Then she stopped, her gathering tears forgotten. “They… could be absolute idiots,” she realised, trying to peer over her own shoulder.

She was handcuffed to the chair just like Gideon, a cuff around each wrist. Both of them. With a furrowed brow and bit of shuffling, she slipped off her prosthetic arm, which clattered to the floor, handcuff around its wrist. Maddy stretched her stump and stood. She was still handcuffed to the chair, technically, her prosthetic trapped on the other side of it, but it was a start.

“These idiots didn’t even notice my arm when they brought us down here? They know absolutely nothing about me, do they?” she said.

“Does seem to be the case,” Gideon agreed. “But they still targeted you at the gym for whatever reason?”

Maddy shook her head. “Who knows,” she sighed, then crouched and grabbed her prosthetic. She pinned it in one armpit and began to pull at the fingers. “I hate doing this. It always takes ages to get it to look right again.”

With it pinned and pulling at the fingertips, she pulled the fake skin sleeve off the arm, squeezed the skin through the cuff, and then twisted the hand off at its joint. Once separated, she let the cuff drop, fed the chain though the chair and stood liberated… albeit with a pair of closed cuffs hanging off her wrist.

She reassembled her arm and forced the fake skin over it again, tucking it back in at the end. She slotted it back on her limb and adjusted the wrist a bit.

“I should get these guys to pay for a new one, the bastards,” she swore.

“Before that, could you get me out?” Gideon prompted.

[danielhicks0808]

warning! 18+ writing, including : licking, sucking, handcuffing

What am I going to play today? Robert thought. It had been a couple days since he did SOMETHING with Luca. He hated to admit it, but Miqie was driving him mad. He wanted to be pressed on and conquered and sucked. God! Even thinking that made Robert red on the ears, and maybe a little angry at himself. But maybe it was that wanting that made him in love with a man. He'd been BOSS for over half of his life--No matter as commander, husband or father, or simply just being the one older. Robert never had a chance to cry on someone's shoulders. HE was the shoulders. Now, he could be Bobby.

He sat on the office chair, stroking his white hair. "How can I suprise Miqie?" whispered Robert. Of course, it didn't mean he was lazy at work. The suspect of the last case was cuffed, and-- Wait! "Handcuffs!" Why didn't he get the idea earlier!? Anyways, handcuffs......

Luca wasn't in a good mood, but he didn't want to let it show. He just saw Street sniggering at a picture that showed young Hicks without his top, and with muscles and all that. He hated to admit it, but he was jealous. That was HIS Bobby, not some model for everyone to watch. And the way Robert reacted when he caught Street right in action? He was so......calm. Luca wanted to see through the eyes of Commander Hicks, but with a gun on hand, Hicks had to be Hicks.

"Hey." The door of the locker room opened. It was Deacon. "You ok, Luca?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Luca quickly shook out of his thoughts. "Why?" He WAS kind of afraid that the relationship between him and Robert being discovered. Luca wasn't uneasy to expose the fact that he was dating a man much older than he was, but that the man was his commander? No way. Especially someone so trusted and respectful as Robert Hicks. He would never forgive himself if Bobby was laughed at or worse, disgusted because of him.

"Nothing, just feeling you're a bit out of shape...... Old daddy's imagination, I guess." Deacon chuckled. "Oh, speaking of this," he suddenly looked concerned, "I swear there's something going on with Hicks."

"I have the same feeling." Hondo cut in, a towel still hanging on his right shoulder. "I know he always have this poker face on, but seems like he's worried about something, hard." he brushed on his bold head and said, "I'll go and check on him later. Hope he's fine."

"I'll go. I'm leaving soon, anyway." Luca said casually as two pairs of eyes shot on him, and swung his pack on.

What is Bobby going through? Luca paced in front of the office door. There had been thousands of times for him to be at the spot. Knocking or plunging through. To have a report, a word, or for thrilling but forbidden stuff because they were seeing each other. But none of that had he felt so worried for the man inside.

Luca raised his fist and knocked. "Can I come in, Bobb--Commander?" He remembered the first time he knew Bobby was also into him. He was concerned about him then, but it turned out fine--better than fine, actually. Perhaps this time would turn up as good.

"Come in." He even sounds cheerful, thought Luca. He relaxed a little, and turned the door knob.

A few minutes ago, on the other side of the door, Robert was busy. It'd been years since he felt excited about handcuffs. "Well, I mean, this is practically a different level." he said to himself.

Scanning his desk, Robert caught eyes on the "Men of the Year" calender of 1979. It was still on September, where Street flipped it. He stared into the eyes of himself in the picture, young and fit. He stayed fit, but young? He made the left edge of his lips tilt a little, looking like a smile. But the eyes told another story as Robert gazed out, far away and thinking grey.

He was startled when knocking broke the silence, and stood up, grabbing the handcuffs as Luca spoke. Forget about I'm OLD or whatever bullshit! I've got a boyfriend. Robert tiptoed to the door quickly, trying very much to hold a grin. "Come in." he said, waiting.

"What! Bobby? What are…what do you think you're doing!" Luca gasped as he was greeted by a big hug, or technically, a hard press on the wall. He struggled as he heard metal clanging and yelled, "Fuck, Bobby. LET GO!" He stumbled as the strength on him vanished completely. When he managed to lean against the wall, Luca spotted a glint of light reflected from the handcuffs. Confused, he looked up to meet Robert's eyes, and was stunned to find them in tears.

Before he could say or do anything, Robert spoke, "I'm sorry……I'm…I'm sorry. I just thought we could…play, but……" He tried to blink of the tears, but a drop rolled down instead. He wiped it off, still stammering, "I, I didn't know, you don't like it." Then, a pair of arms wrapped around him. Bobby buried his face in the T-shirt and breathed deeply. "I'm sorry." His voice was muffled, like a whimper.

"It's ok. It really is." said Luca, smoothing Robert's back. "I was just…spooked out. That's all. But the idea's great! Come on, do you wanna do it? or do you want me to do the job?" He pretended to talk to a walkie-talkie, "Suspect Bobby Hicks arrested for heart stealing."

Laughter spilled out, and Robert asked, "What's the punishment?" Hands already reaching out, hoping.

Handcuffs clicked. Luca guided him to the chair. Before sitting, he started on his belt, then pants, finally brief. It was always white. Hicks was a steady person--Same clothes, same tie, same brief. He liked it. Luca kissed the place where the tip should be, and pryed his fingers into the fabric. It was huge. Despite how many times he saw it, Luca couldn't help being in awe. Robert sat, and Luca licked the sensitive part beneath his cock. It became small sucks while whining leaked out with liquid.

When Bobby was almost solid, Luca began to focus on the cock itself. He was licking as Robert suddenly said, panting, "There...there are footsteps......outside."

Luca pricked his ears up, in time to pick up Hondo's voice, "Commander, can I have a word?" Good timing, he thought. "Call him off, Bobby." After that, he gave a big suck.

Robert gasped and leaned forward. Normally, he would grasp on Miqie's shoulder, but cuffed on, he couldn't. Instead, Bobby couldn't help but to fix Miqie with pleading eyes.

"Let, let him in. Maybe he has something…important." Robert straightened his voice. The commander inside his brain was trying to get out.

"But you're still CUFFED and--" Luca stared at his face in disbelief, but the eyes staring back were serious. Business mode. Luca started to stand up, still in dismay and very unsatisfied. He couldn't believe his work was cut for this.

"Commander?" Hondo called again, concern stired in.

Robert shoved on Luca's head, which was rude enough and he'd never done it before. However, this was emergency time. "Get under the desk!" he ordered, "And pull my chair close."

"What--" Luca started, but soon interrupted. "I said GET UNDER THE DESK!" Robert hissed.

"Come in, Hondo." Robert said, when they both were in position.

Hondo stepped in. What's going on? he wondered. He studied theman sitting a feet or two in front. Hicks seemed normal. Just a little...alerted or…...nervous? Hondo wanted to take a closer look, but Hicks already spoke, "What brings you here?"

"I'm worried about you." Hondo admitted, "The case is closed, but you didn't seemed to be relieved. Luca said he'd check on you, but I still couldn't let it down. Are you ok, sir?"

To his suprise, Hicks chuckled, "I'm fine, Hon--" When Hondo realized it, Hicks was choking. He coughed so hard that his face was red.

"Are you ok?" Hondo took a step, frowning. But Hicks suddenly shouted, "No, no, no!" Hondo stopped quickly as Hicks said,"I mean, yes! And Luca DID come over. I appreciate you both, but I'm ok. If I'm tougher than usual, that would be......personal stuff." he took a breathe and contunued, "If that's all, you can leave. Don't worry."

"Actually," Hondo hesitated, then said, "I wanna talk to you about Luca."

Beneath the table, Luca was far from fine. He was half-disapointed, half-angry. He stucked his dull look on the cock hanging an inch or two in front, and swallowed. I want him, Luca's desire illuminated clearly in all of a sudden. He put his palms on Bobby's knees. Then held the cock in his mouth, rinsed, and gave it a deep throat swallow. He heard Bobby whined above, but used a fit of coughing to cover it. Victory washed over Luca as he pulled away, then began licking the tip that had gone red.

He was positive that Robert wouldn't dare to kick him, in case he made noise. Then, Luca caught a few words, "If I'm tougher than usual, that would be......personal stuff." At the same time, Bobby nudged him with his left knee, gently. While also clasping his hands, like he was trying to hold something. Luca immediately grabbed on without thinking what he was doing or why. Warmth flooded in. He started to think about things he didn't really put his mind on before--While most people separate personal life from work, Robert accepted him as boyfriend. Why'd he do that? It must be tough for him to switch between two characters but facing the same person, Luca thought. And to stand that Luca may be called out and never come back? Even worse. Then it struck Luca that it'd been for some time not driving Black Betty. Was Robert behind this? Luca was combing through it all, when he caught his name.

"What about him?" asked Robert. His whole back was damp from sweat. I don't think I can survive through this, Robert thought, I'm going to have a heart attack.

The fingertips of both Hondo's hands touched, finger to finger. Like he always did when talking about something he really cares about. "Are you benching Luca?" said Hondo, "He wasn't with us in the last case, and the one before that. I don't see why he shouldn't be, in any way. I understand you may have your own reasons, Commander, but rumors are flying around about you and...... Well, those are some things none of us can control."

Damn! No less than five times a day did Robert question himself, why did he offer to mix up his relationship with business. Deep down, he knew he had the answer--S.W.A.T. was his life. This wasn't something any old lady or man could understand, not even his doctor. Only someone on his team would let him reveal how much presure he carried. Of course, Luca's kindness was a point. But things got out of hand. Robert was scared. Indeed, he benched Luca, but not because of Luca's problems, it was himself.

"You're right." Robert searched for surpriseness in Hondo's eyes. He was just listening. "There's, no reason for me, to bench Luca. I'll make sure he's treated properly in the future. Hondo, you have my word. Now, go home. That's an order."

Hondo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to protest. Instead, he said, "Copy that, Commander." And left.

Luca crawled out and stood face to face with Robert. He, still cuffed on and hanging his cock. "I'm sorry I benched you." Robert said, with a sigh. "I'm sorry I sucked you." Luca replyed. Robert tried to speak, but Luca kept on going, "And I'm sorry that I didn't care for you more. How hard it must have been for you to--" He didn't finish because Robert kissed him, real and hard.

"It IS tough sometimes, and sometimes I can't bare it, but......I'm happy to have you."

"I love you, too." Luca murmured. He eyed the handcuffs and said, eyes glinting, "Now, ready to play?"

[marilostfieldblog]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins with someone in front of a door, the phone in their front shirt pocket. They take a deep breath and open the door, inside the room looks like your standard living room, desks off to the side as a man with blonde hair, gray eyes, and a stained white dress shirt. He's sitting on an old looking wooden chair with cushions. Something around each of his limbs glints in the light. His head is turned to the door, he’s facing away.]

?: Woah… Last time I was here I didn't really get to look in here… This is cool!

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Yeah, yeah. You can look all you fucking want after you get me out of this fucking chair.

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

[Cassius yanks his arm up, something clanks, he stares at Mari, adding to his point.]

M: Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? What's the magic word?

[Mari laughs.]

C: I’m going to fucking strangle you.

M: I survived robots stabbing me with fuckin' spikes dude. Besides, don't you have spider legs in your back?

C: I tried, but they got fucking disabled somehow. Nicholas is one crafty son of a bitch. I hope he learned his fucking lesson.

M: I do have… one thing to say before I get you out.

[Mari walks closer to Cassius leaning up to his ear, The camera is blocked by his dress shirt.]

M: [Whispering.] 7 days you son of a bitch, 7 days before I run for the hills.

C: Good, I won’t have to fucking talk to you ever again. Good riddance.

M: Oh I know you hate talking to me… But I could just leave you here. I mean if everyone's asleep, I could probably trash this place and leave, no?

[Mari continues laughing.]

C: You see one guy handcuffed to a chair and suddenly you become a goddamn Disney villain. Jesus Christ.

M: Not that I just think it's really funny.

C: Well, fun’s over, Mari. I swear to god if you don’t uncuff me from this damn chair you will not be making it out of this room alive.

M: How. Dumbass, you’re the one chained to the chair.

C: I’ll figure it out.

M: Say please and I will.

C: You are the worst. I hope you die.

M: Same here. Say please.

[Cassius frowns. Glaring at Mari.]

C: Can you please get me out of this chair.

M: Yeah sure! You got a paperclip?

C: Why the fuck would I have a paperclip.

M: Do you… Keep any paperclips?

C: Yeah! But not with me!

M: Where the fuck are the paperclips then!

C: I don’t know! Go check a filing cabinet or something!

M: Dude… Aren't you the fuckin' department head?

C: That doesn’t mean I know where every fucking paperclip is!

[Mari turns around and begins opening filing cabinets, checking each one before eventually seeing a file.]

M: Hey dude… What's this?

[Mari turns back around and faces Cassius.]

[Cassius cranes his head to see what Mari has, his eyebrows crease inwards.]

C: None of your concern.

M: Dude. I'm taking a lucky guess and saying this stupid phone is recording this, because it always does. So either you tell me or I'll let the phone tell me. Make a choice dude cuz I ain't got all day.

C: I highly doubt that your phone would record this. But sure. Fine. That’s a file on the person Ophelia took to the Bahamas a few days ago. What of it? Why are you so interested in it?

M: Because I recognize the name. That's why.

[Mari flips the file in their direction, the file has a photo of Ness at the top, with her full name beside it. The file is full of photos of their search history, with notes beside it such as ‘Possibly unrelated. Keep monitoring.’ And ‘Keep note of this.’ The most notable searches include ‘Showfall Media missing persons’ and ‘How much is therapy’. The notes on those are fairly straightforward, but further down the searches ‘How to rip out a human heart’ and ‘How to best kill people named Eden’ are lined with notes that are taking jabs at the person. Such as just a simple ‘Oops!’ In red… ink…?]

M: … This is someone you're wanting to kill?

C: No. That’s someone we have a file on, due to concerning activity regarding Showfall. What’s it to you, anyway?

M: She's familiar… And what do you mean 'Concerning activity'?

C: Mari, our whole job as PR is to keep Showfall’s public image positive. If someone starts looking into any of this, and word gets out… I’m out of a job, that’s for sure.

M: So you might kill her? That's your whole thing right? Killing people?

C: It’s not. And frankly I’m offended that you’d think so. I do so much more than just murder.

M: She… Fought a PR member?

[The camera zooms in on mentions of a fight between Ness and Eden, injury reports include 'Eden bit Ness' right ring finger off' and 'Eden was stabbed in the abdomen with a spear and got an almost broken nose.']

C: Mari, this seems like something you can look at once I’m out of this fucking chair, no?

M: No.

C: Mari. Seriously.

M: Ugh, fine.

[The camera zooms out and Mari turns back around to continue looking, eventually finding a paperclip.]

M: Finally!

[Mari stuffs the file in their pocket before grabbing the paperclip and walking back over to Cassius.]

M: Stay still, dipshit.

[Mari bends the paperclip and begins lockpicking each pair of handcuffs, the first takes 3 minutes before Mari speaks again.]

M: Fuckin' hell, sorry that took so long.

[Cassius shakes his arm, a red circle on his wrist where the cuff was.]

C: It’s fine. Just keep unlocking these. I don’t think I’ve properly stood up in over 12 hours.

[Mari begins uncuffing the other hand, taking two minutes before they sigh. And move to the left leg, Taking 4 minutes.]

M: I'm not used to uncuffing legs… Then again I… Can't remember anyway… Huh.

C: One more, dude.

[Mari finally gets to the final cuff, taking almost a minute before it unlocks.]

M: There!

[Cassius stands up, slightly shakily. Using his arms as support on the chair. He takes a few steps back from Mari. A neutral expression on his face.]

C: Thanks.

M: No problem. Just one thing.

[Before Cassius can speak Mari punches him in the face, he falls to the floor with a thud.]

M: That’s! For chloroforming me the other day asshole!

C: You motherfucker! I could’ve killed you, but I decided against it, that was the only other option I had!

M: You could have had me reprogrammed?

C: You’re taking care of a kid.

M: Did… I COULDN’T HAVE TAKEN CARE OF THEM IF YOU KILLED ME?

C: Why the fuck do you think I decided not to, you bitch!

M: Ha! So you do care about the kid! Anyway!

[Mari holds out a hand in front of Cassius.]

C: There’s a difference between me caring about there being a kid, and caring about the kid themselves. Why are you holding your hand out.

M: My mom taught me good sportsmanship… I think… I swear she did at least. So I'm gonna help you up.

[Cassius hesitantly grabs Mari’s hand. And stands up. Glaring at them.]

M: I want to make one thing clear, I still hate you as a person for what you've done… But I can still respect you not killing me for the sake of that kid, It proves there's someone behind what showfall made you.

C: You don’t even know how wrong you are, Mari.

[Mari puts their phone down on a table, in a way both them and Cassius are in view. Mari has on a bloody t-shirt as well; their hair seems to be more muddled red by the day. They put both their hands out to the side before speaking.]

M: If I'm so wrong, then kill me.

C: …

M: I'm right here. If I'm wrong. Kill me, Cassius

C: No.

M: Why not? You said I was wrong right?

C: … You wanted a knife, right?

[Mari begins laughing once again. This time more of a somber chuckle.]

C: Taking that as a yes. Follow me, I’ll get you one.

M: I don't need a big one dude, just a little one.

C: I know, I need you to pick one out. Come on, I want you out of here as soon as fucking possible.

M: Dude… Ugh fine.

[Mari grabs their phone, and puts it back in their shirt pocket. following Cassius.]

[He opens the door to a room, the inside looks dark, it is very difficult to see inside.]

C: After you.

M: Ok.

[Mari slowly walks in.]

[The door closes, and Cassius lights a match.]

C: The downside of having only candles as your main light source is that it takes forever to get them all lit. Anyway, the knives are over there somewhere.

[He waves his arm around in a random general direction.]

M: Ok.

[Mari walks around looking for the knives Cassius mentioned.]

M: I can't fuckin' see anything dude!

C: Take one of the fucking candles then, asshole! Here!

[Cassius takes a candle that has already been lit and holds it out to Mari.]

M: No need to be an ass about it!

[Mari takes one of the candles and begins looking, eventually finding the wall of knives and grabbing one.]

M: Like I said. Just need a small one, I'm not the one using it.

C: Just take one that seems like it’d work.

M: I already did.

[Mari flips the knife in her hand, showing it to Cassius.]

C: Good choice, pocket knives are pretty good. If that’s the one you want, you can leave now.

M: Yeah. If uh… You need me for any non murder activities. You know where to find me.

C: Alright. If you say one thing about any of this to anyone, I will rip your heart out like I did to Marina.

M: Dude. I gave you the chance like… 5 minutes ago. Anyway at most I'll tell this to Sparrow and that's it.

C: Fine. Leave.

[Mari walks out the door, before pulling the phone out and noticing the light.]

M: OH SHIT UM IF ANYONE SEES THIS YOU DIDN'T SEE IT ON MY BLOG! END TRANSCRIPT.

[Transcript end.]

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Penelope confronts Layla

(Penelope and Sick Boyfriend were driving to Parodies town prison to confront a certain person)

Sick BF: Welp, here we are

Penelope: hmm…

Sick BF: Now are you sure you wanna do this?

Penelope: Yes, I want to get this over with

Sick BF: Do you need me to come with you for protection?

Penelope: Yes…

Sick BF: Alright, let’s go

Inside the prison…

Sick BF: Uh excuse me?

Troll Carol: Huh? Oh hey welcome to Parodies town maximum security prison, how can I help you two?

Penelope: uhhh, *gulp* we’re here to see Immate 41267 also known as Layla Miller

Troll Carol: Huh? Layla Miller, you mean the one who is charged with Kidnapping, Rape in the second degree, domestic abuse, attempted murder and assault and is sentenced to 25 years?

Penelope: Yes, I just want to confront her that’s all

Troll Carol: *sigh* Alright then follow me you two

Sick Boyfriend and Penelope followed Troll Carol to the interrogation room, Penelope was nervous that she has to confront her ex girlfriend

Troll Carol: Ok, wait here while me and the bailiff bring her

(Troll Carol went out to get Layla from her cell)

Penelope: (shivering)

Sick BF: Penny, are you fine doing this alone because if you want, I can wait outside

Penelope: N-No it’s fine, you can stay, I’m scared she might do something to me when the guards are not there

Sick BF: Ok but just know, If Layla tries anything to you, Her sentence to life in prison is not the only thing she’s going to face (eyes glowing red)

Penelope: T-Thanks Sick Boyfriend, I really appreciate it😊

(The door opened and Layla showed up, covering in chains, handcuffed, wearing an orange jumpsuit, Penelope got scared a little bit when she saw Layla)

Troll Carol: Alright, You guys have 20 minutes to talk, me and the other guards will be on the other side watching, if anything goes wrong, ring the red button and we will show up, As for you Layla, don’t try anything because remember you are doing 25 to life so don’t make things worse for you to get into death row, GOT IT!!!😡

Layla: Yeah, Yeah I got it Officer 😒

Troll Carol: Ok, and don’t worry you two, I cuffed Layla to a chair so she won’t try anything, Anyways I’ll be outside

(Troll Carol left the room, the place had gotten quiet)

Layla: Well, Well, Well, Isn’t this a surprise~ My ex-girlfriend has finally come to see, How’s your day been?

Penelope: Cut the crap Layla, you know why I’m here

Layla: Huh, Getting to the point I see~

*Layla looked at Sick Boyfriend and gave him an angry look*

Layla: Why is he here? Isn't he the reason my brother is dead?

Sick BF: Hello to you too, Layla...

Layla: You know, I still hate you for killing my brother, he's dead because of you

Sick BF: Hey, Don't blame me, You and your brother kidnapped Drugfriend and my friend Penelope, and if I hadn't used my fire power to burn him to ashes, he would've stabbed Drugfriend and killed him!!!

Layla: Whatever, It doesn't change the fact that you killed him, I still have his ashes

Penelope: Guys enough! Layla, The reason why I came here is to confront you and to ask you questions

Layla: Ok shoot~

Penelope: Why did you abuse me and rape me?

Layla: Heh…Why not~

Penelope: This is serious 😡

Layla: Well to be honest, I love having power over you, you like a rag doll that can get easily broken.

Sick BF: (angrily tone): She’s not your damn punching bag😡

Penelope: Sick Boyfriend, let me handle this.

Sick BF:…

Penelope: Listen Layla, what you did to me was disgusting and unacceptable, did you have any idea of how much you put me through?! I had to go through therapy because of you, I had nightmares about you and everytime I look at myself in the mirror with just my undergarments, I can still see the scars and bruises you left in my body, outside and inside

Layla: *rolls her eyes* Geez, You act like what I did is a bad thing. You’re being over dramatic

Penelope: I’m over dramatic?! You literally force yourself inside me without consent and every time I make a mistake or things don’t go your way, you put your hands on me!!!😡🤬

Layla: Heh, what can I say, you’re easy prey and What I do to prey is okay with me. Besides you liked it didn’t you?

Penelope: *scoffs* No I didn’t, I never gave you consent to put yourself inside me or for you to treat me like I’m your Barbie doll

Sick BF:…You’re Sick…

Layla: Whatever, and besides it’s better than what I did to your mom.

Penelope stopped when she heard Layla saying her mother out of her mouth.

Penelope: What does my mother have to do with this?!

Layla: Oh Penny, I guess you didn’t know the truth about what really happened to your mother huh? Well you know how she died from an unknown illness, and the doctors say that she wasn’t gonna recover?

Penelope: Yeah, that’s what my dad told me, why?

Layla: Well she was recovering, but the reason she died was because someone purposely pulled the plug on her life support for her to die.

Penelope: 😨

Sick BF: You don’t mean…

Layla: Yep. It was me, I was the one who pulled the plug off your mother’s life support so I could get rid of her so you could have me forever. I disguised myself as one of the nurses to sneak into your mother’s room and pulled the plug.

Sick BF: You monster!!!

Layla: Hey, I did it for my relationship, She was in the way of me and Penny

Penelope was speechless of what she just heard. Tears were dropping down on her face feeling with sadness and anger.

Penelope: So let me get this straight, you killed my mother just so you could have me all to yourself because my mother didn’t like you dating me…which gives you the right to kill her?!😡

Layla: Uh yeah, she’s didn’t like the fact of me dating you so I had no choice but to kill her, she was against us being together because I was 18 and you were 15 which was illegal.

Penelope; And you don’t regret it?

Layla: Not one bit.

Sick BF: Oh.my.god, you are really sick….

Layla: I know~

Sick BF: Penny? Are you okay?

*Penelope couldn’t say anything, she then got out of her chair and clutched her fits, she was filled with anger*

Sick BF: Penny?

Layla: What? Cat got your tongue or something?

Penelope:….you…*eyes turned firey red* you no good, disgusting, narcissistic, abusive, manipulative, fucking PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!🤬😡😡🤬😡😡

Penelope charged at Layla and tackled her to the ground, she started punching Layla in the face really hard and kept beating her with her big hand. Blood was coming out of Layla’s nose and she was spitting blood. Sick Boyfriend wanted to stop Penelope but she was filled with anger and sadness so he decided not to do anything.

Penelope: HOW COULD YOU, HOW F*CKING COULD YOU DO THIS, YOU KILLED MY MOM, SHE WAS GONNA RECOVER FROM HER ILLNESS AND YOU DECIDED TO JUST KILL HER!

Layla: *cough cough* What the hell is your pro-

Penelope: SHUT THE F*CK UP! I’M GONNA TALK AND YOUR GONNA LISTEN TO ME! DO YOU HAVE IDEA OF WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH, I HAD TO DEAL WITH HAVING NO MOTHER FOR 12 YEARS, MY DAD HAD TO BE A SINGE PARENT BECAUSE OF YOU! I WAS ALWAYS GETTING PICKED ON BY OTHER GIRLS AT ELEMENTARY SCHOOL FOR NOT HAVING A MOTHER AND FOR MY LOOKS, YOU JUST HAD TO KILL HER DIDNT YOU, ALL BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME!!!

Layla: W-Well I-

Penelope: IM NOT FINISHED, AND THE WORST OF ALL IS THAT YOU HAVE BEEN ABUSING ME AND SEXUALLY ASSAULTING ME FOR YOUR SELFISH DESIRES AND NOT ONLY HAVE YOU DONE THAT, BUT YOU ALSO KIDNAPPED ME AND MY FRIEND DRUGFRIEND WITH YOUR STUPID PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A BROTHER!!!

Layla: H-Hey don’t talk about my brother you-

Penelope: DIDNT I TELL YOU TO SHUT THE F**K UP!!!*punched Layla’s jaw with her big hand*

Layla: *coughs* Y-You broke my jaw…

Penelope: I don’t care~ Does that sound familiar?

Sick BF: 0_O *mind* Damn, I didn’t think Penny had all that anger hidden inside of her…

Penelope: NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS RIGHT?! HUH?!😡

Layla: P-Pen-Pen…

Penelope: SHUT UP!!!!*punches Layla in the stomach*

Layla: Oof….awwoooow…

Penelope: You know what *pulls out a knife from her pocket*

Layla: W-Woah Penny, W-What are you doing with that?!😰

Sick BF: *mind* wait don’t tell me she’s gonna…

Penelope: I SHOULD’VE DONE THIS A LONG TIME AGO WHEN I HAD TO PUT UP WITH YOU!!!

Layla: W-Wait Penelope, L-Let’s talk about this, Y-You wouldn’t wanna use that on me are y-you?

Penelope: Oh yes I am, what I’m gonna do to you is gonna be even worse compared what you did to me!!!

Sick BF: (mind) Oh god, this is going too far, I need to stop her!

Sick Boyfriend then ran up to Penelope and grabbed her before she could stab Layla.

Sick BF: PENELOPE STOP, CALM DOWN!!!

Penelope: Grrr SICK BOYFRIEND, WHAT ARE YOU DOING LET ME GO!!!!

Sick BF: THAT’S ENOUGH PENELOPE, I THINK SHE HAD ENOUGH!

Penelope: NO! LET ME KILL HER, LET ME KILL HER, LET ME KILL HER! IF I KILL HER, THEN SHE BE GONE AND I’LL BE FREE FROM HER, SO LET ME KILL HER!!!!

Sick Boyfriend is trying his hardest to not let Penelope go to attack Layla with a knife

Sick BF: PLEASE DONT DO THIS, YOU KNOW BETTER THAN HER, IF YOU DID KILL HER THEN YOUR NO BETTER THAN HER

Penelope then stopped and looked her hand and then at Layla. She realized what she had done and tears were dropping down her face. She dropped the knife and looked down on her floor.

Penelope: W-What am I doing…Oh god…I’m turning into her…I’m…I’m…*tears up*

Sick BF: *sigh* Oh penny…, come here *hugs Penny*

Penelope: I…I..(burst into tears)

Sick BF: Shhh there there, it’s okay, let it all out

Penelope kept crying as she hugged Sick Boyfriend. Sick Boyfriend couldn’t believe how much sadness and despair that Penelope had hidden inside her mind.

Sick Boyfriend then looked at Layla with a cold look on his face.

Sick BF: Now you see what you done to her, you broken my best friend by abusing her and raping her, don’t you see that you have damaged her enough?!😡

Layla:…

Sick Boyfriend looked at Penelope, it looked like she passed out from crying so much.

Sick BF: (mind) Oh she feel asleep, I better take her home.

Sick Boyfriend picked her up and head straight to the door but then he stopped and turned to Layla.

Sick BF: You wanna know something? You’re lucky I stopped her from killing you, I would’ve let her do it but I couldn’t because I know Penny is not that type of person to do that. But if it was me, hehehe (eyes turned black and pupils turned glowing red) I would’ve killed you myself just like I did with your brother!

Sick Boyfriend then back and then exit the interrogation room Leaving Layla traumatized and shocked at the same time with her face all bruised up.

How do you like the story? Anyone wanna draw some of the scenes based on the story?

[oiladgivememoney99]

Newscapepro Rewrite: Those Damn Tomatoes

Cory stumbled out of a helicopter, the same that he had been put in after being rescued by Biggie and leaving UnLondon.

“Ugh, so glad we aren’t gonna be going there every again,” Cory groaned as he held his head.

“Don’t celebrate yet, Cory; that was only the first part of our mission,” Triana announced. “We’re leaving for UnLondon again in a couple days,”

“Yeah, we still gotta get the Serpent’s Hand outta there,” Nikole added. “And-”

“Cory!” Nikole and Cory’s groaned as they heard Dr. Patience’s voice from behind them; they slowly turned around to see the old man and his bushy, grey beard. “And Nikole, it’s been days since you’ve come to your latest lesson,”

“I was on an important mission!” Cory whined.

“Do I really gotta keep chaperoning you two?”

Dr. Patience cleared his throat in frustration. “First of all, you’re an observer slash security guard, and second of all, a mission is no excuse to miss your education!”

Cory groaned again, rolling his eye. “Ugh… fine, what are we looking at today Doc?”

Dr. Patience smiled as he cleared his throat. “Something that could threaten both of our very lives!”

Patience led the Alcoholic and the Private to a relatively dark room, a man dressed in overalls and a plaid shirt sat on one side of a table, while O’Connor leaned against the other.

“Oh, you three are here…,” The Detective said, near completely emotionless.

“Oh hi O’Connor!” Cory beamed, Nikole also half heartedly waved at the woman they had met once. “Wait why is O’Connor here?”

“We are here to observe her interrogation over SCP-504,” Dr. Patience hmmph’d proudly.

Cory turned his head. “What does that do?”

“Well Cory, what do skeletons tile their roofs with?”

“Dr. Patience, I’m very busy here-”

“Shin-gles, haha I get- OW!”

Cory was pelted straight in the chest by the box of tomatoes sat next to the interrogatee, Nikole chuckled lightly as the tomato hit him in the chest.

O’Connor sighed, today was gonna be a long day. “Mr. Smith was it? How did you gain access to these tomatoes?”

“I was just buyin’ my regular tomato seeds from the general store, and when I was waterin’ them they suddenly flew towards a nearby comedy club,”

Nikole chuckled to herself before making a megaphone with her hands around her mouth. “’Water’ you doin’ havin’ shit like this on your far- FUCK!”

The tomato hit her directly in the knee, O’Connor noticed the farmer’s eye twitch as the pun was told.

“You didn’t like that joke, did you?”

Smith sighed. “Of course not, it’s a stupid, lazy attempt at humour,”

“Hey! I’m sure the Sergeant put a ton of effort into that joke!” Dr. Patience smirked as he defended and gave a look to Nikole.

“Yeah, I put a ‘Skele-ton’ into it, AH GOD,” One of them flew towards her knees again, Nikole doubled over in pain. “Why do I keep doing this to myself?”

“Just stop!” The farmer shouted, attempting to throw his hand up even though it was handcuffed to the table. “God, why can’t people just tell good jokes?”

“I really don’t know,” O’Connor said. “Why don’t you tell us who gave you those seeds?” The tomato hit the Detective directly in the head, knocking her off of her chair. She quickly got up to see the look of absolute rage on the Farmer’s face as Cory quietly cheered her on.

“Y’know what? Fine! I was going to grow these seeds and mail them to every damn comedy club in America!” He shouted. “I had plans to get these all the way to SNL! I was gonna save comedy!”

“By sending a bunch of tomatoes… that will almost certainly be found out and removed the minute they break the sound barrier again,” O’Connor raised an eyebrow.

“They can do that?” Cory looked spooked, closing his mouth as much as he could.

“The plan had some flaws, I’ll admit,” The farmer was breathing heavily. “The guy who sold me the seeds never told me about how powerful they were,”

O’Connor leaned her body further towards the man, letting him get a full view of her tired eyes. “Who was he?”

He cleared his throat. “He only gave me a codename, Cal,”

Nikole felt a shiver go up her spine as he said that, O’Connor looked at her for a moment before staring the man right in the eyes.

“I think that’s all for today; we’ll have an extraction team come pick you up,” The detective left the room, taking the other three people with her.

“I think that went well,” Nikole said as she limped out of the room. “Minus my kneecaps being shattered n’ all,”

“Oh, they’re fine,” Cory waved his hand.

“Cory, those tomatoes have an average speed of 200 miles per hour, she most certainly is not fine!” Dr. Patience chastised the now pouting 23 year old man.

“Working kneecaps or not, you three were actually quite useful in there,” O’Connor thanked, her frowny facial expression still completely unchanged. “So thanks,”

“That interrogation was very impressive of you,” Dr. Patience congratulated, causing O’Connor for a millisecond before going back to slouching. “Using our punniness to get the answer out of him,”

Banging, followed by a juicy splat could be heard on the other side of the interrogation room.

“Thanks doctor,”

“Yeah, imagine how crappy life would be for us funny guys if these tomatoes were just floating around,” Cory’s eye widened in fear.

“Bar trivia would be ruined if it still went on! That was the only time I like working here,” Nikole raised her arms in anger.

“Everything you say during bar trivia is either stupid or racist,” Patience deadpanned.

“Eh, those suits just don’t get it,”

[uniquepayne315]

THE WILL (PART 6)

Officer Jackson arrived back at the precinct beaming from ear to ear. Yes, ladies and gentlemen you heard correctly this officer and his crew of five might I add have just arrested the Wrangler and his piece of shit brother. Now where the hell are O'Brian and Mercer so I can rub it in their faces he asked a passing officer. You have not heard she responded? Heard what asked Jackson? Silence filled the precinct and before Jackson could say another word he got called into the Captain's office. Hey Captain, what's up Jackson asked? Have a seat Jackson I have some terrible news. Sitting down in a chair in front of Captain's James desk, Jackson waited with anticipation as he closed the door. Captain before you start, I know that this case is originally Mercer's and O'Brian's, but I will not stand by and watch you give them all the credit for this. Me and my guys brought in the Wrangler ourselves. I mean yes it was because of their lead but my paperwork is clear about who was in the field getting those assholes. Stop, just stop Captain James interrupted. Mercer and O'Brian were following a lead earlier at Stein Hospital when an explosion happened and, we have lost all contact with them. What are you saying Cap Jackson asked visibly upset? I am saying that as of now we pray that our guys are okay out there. I will be down at the hospital finding out more if anyone needs me. Can I begin questioning these scum bags to see if they can give us anything. Yes, Captain James replied, but just remember this case just got a whole lot worse, keep your cool Jackson. That is an order! Captain James grabbed his jacket and headed for the precinct doors.

Breathing heavy Officer Jackson made his way to interrogation room one where Jacob was being held. Swinging open the door and letting it slam hard behind him Officer Jackson demanded that everyone clear the room. The two officers that sat across from Jacob made it clear that they were not finished their questioning. Get out now! Jackson yelled holding back tears. Annoyed the two officers left Officer Jackson alone with Jacob. Jacob Lynch, 32 years of age, 6 foot, 290 lbs., and no real past Jackson stated. That's what your file says anyway. But why don't you tell me yourself Mr. Lynch, tell me why you like hanging out around Junction Station on Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's? Jacob Lynch sat at the long cold metal table handcuffed and sweaty with nothing to say. Hello? Did you not hear me asked Officer Jackson. Tell me what you were doing three days a week for two years straight down at Junction Station asshole. You killed my brother whispered Jacob. What did you say! Yelled Jackson. I said I'm not saying shit because you killed my brother now get me my fucking lawyer yelled Jacob. Your brother who Shawn? Asked Jackson laughing. I didn't kill him, but he will wish he was dead once the system is through with him. Oh, and as for your lawyer well let's just say he's missing. The only option you have right now is to answer my questions and try to get a deal for yourself. Looking up at Officer Jackson for the first time Jacob laughed loudly and began to rock back and forth. Losing patience Officer Jackson grabbed the back of Jacob's sweaty neck and slammed his head hard against the metal table. Two officers rushed to Jacob's aid as two more officers dragged Officer Jackson out of the interrogation room. Laughing loudly Jacob began to sing white roses, white roses, you will get your white roses as the door slammed shut. Get the fuck off of me I wasn't done with his ass yet yelled Jackson as Officers Green and Smith let him go. Look Smith said pointing at Jackson we all want these guys behind bars but if you pull another stunt like that we might as well give them keys to go home now. You have to learn to control your anger, or this will just be another let go case on your file. Yeah, let me handle that Jackson said as he stormed off in the direction of his desk. Smith followed pissed. Jackson, listen he started you are our brother and if you burn, we all burn so let's just do this right and get these guys for O'Brian and Mercer. Distracted by the dozen of white roses on his desk Officer Jackson asked Smith who put them there. I don't know Smith answered I was too busy pulling you off Lynch in there. Is this some kind of joke Officer Jackson asked loudly as he threw the roses to the floor with a loud thud. Standing around in wonder Officer Green walked over and said they were delivered this morning while Jackson and his crew were arresting the Wrangler and his brother. Ticking emerged from the roses that were on the floor. And without much time to move Jackson yelled out run before an explosion erupted throughout the precinct.

Brian here. I have just arrived at Stein Hospital where an explosion took place about thirty minutes ago. Now because of safety precautions police are asking us to remain here a block away from the scene. But if you look closely, it looks as if the explosion sent a huge vibration through the parking lot and into the hospitals first floor windows. There is no word yet on what caused this explosion, but the police are on the scene. We will keep you updated as more information becomes available. This is a tragedy, and we send our thoughts and prayers to all those involved. Roads are blocked traveling north and west so expect heavy traffic during your evening commute. Back to you Janice...... 

[throne-anguis]

There is something hilarious about the idea of Temenos and Crick being the go-to guys to just drop off Moonshade Order Members at.

Like at first it was just Kazan and then Ori and oh okay I guess every single Moonshade Order who didn’t die is now in the apartment. It’s so awkward and this is a two person apartment and the original residents are dating and low-key the mood keeps on getting ruined by surprisingly Ori.

It 100% doesn’t help with Temenos looking sketchy as hell to his bosses but it is hilarious and leads to funny scenarios.

(Oboro: Hey Temenos so bad news, your non-official bosses tried to come in so I went and pulled the fire alarm in the building and microwaved the instant noodles without water so that something is actually on fire. Don’t worry, I framed your landlord on the arson, he’s an asshole and low-key I think he may be slightly homophobic so run his name through the Metaverse later.

Temenos: I’m sorry what?

Ori: Hey Temenos I turned on the sprinklers so there is no longer any fire.

Temenos: WHAT!?

Ori: I also threw out your wooden duck. Ducks shouldn’t cost $300. Me, Oboro, Tanzy, and Trousseau all think so and then I went and asked Ritsu who isn’t even apart of the Order but it was a good idea to kidnap him too but he thinks right.

Temenos: NO! NO DO NOT THROW OUT THAT DUCK! ARE ALL OF YOU OUT AND NOT IN THE BURNING BUILDING!?

Ritsu: Hi Temenos, it’s Ritsu. I managed to get them out through the fire escape but Trousseau may have went and punched your landlord in the face. We stopped the fire don’t worry and before you asked yes I went and put all your papers into Ziplock Bags. Trousseau won’t spill Purple Soda on them. I saved your duck and Ka- Oboro just went and got all of us out of handcuffs. Also Ori is right your duck fucking sucks.

Temenos: What!? When can he do that? And stop talking about Quackers!

Ritsu: Ugh Temenos, Quackers? Really? And Oboro knew how to do that since me and Hikari were 14! He got bored and handcuffed himself to Rai Mei during that time to see what happened and he had to get himself out after all of us found out that her exam date was today and not tomorrow and that the key was swallowed by Mikka’s Chicken.

Temenos: Oh my god he could have gotten out at any time-

Ritsu: Yeah whatever I’m taking Crick’s car by the way and I’m driving.

Oboro: Wait you’re driving RITSU NO I BANNED YOU FROM DRIVING AFTER I-)

This is absolutely chaotic and it shouldn't be any other way. The Moonshade Order members are slowly becoming an awful annoying family to poor Temenos and Crick who just want to be gay in peace. Crick is too mean to say no and Temenos (although tired) welcomes the chaos despite his actions.

When they're left alone Oboro becomes the parent here lmao. He's already taken care of Ori alone he has enough bad experience.

Ritsu has got to tell them all dumb stories about Hikari to make him look bad (while in fact they are all stupid reasons because Hikari has pretty much never done anything wrong in his life). That dumbass has been childhood friends with Hikari though so he's seen young Mugen too.

(Ritsu: Did I tell you guys about the time Hikari beat his brother in Smash he threw a chair at him and raged for like 3 hours. He didn't win once.

Ori: Skill issue.)

I can't remember Ori's canon age and I think she's supposed to be 17 or 18(?) but I always interpret her as a mentally ill 14 year old. She has to be besties with Trousseau and definitely made him drink the grimace shake.

Crick has to build a fortress around Quackers after the incident to save Temenos.

[mykneeshurt]

Hi 👋

So ive had this thought after reading your works, task 141 + könig and anyone else rlly; reaction to y/n just casually taking ppl down like black widow. IE: thighs around head flipping them, casually breaking free while being interrogated, etc.

And y/n is so "whatever" or "you never asked" kinda situation where they don't see the big deal,maybe it leads to them sparring and y/n taking them down (them being on the shorter/average size (5'5) ).

I feel like it'd be absolutely hilarious for some reason

Bahaha I love this, they wouldn’t know what to do 😭😭😭 girl boss for sure

Price 🥃

The first time the Captain saw you break free from your bonds he was beyond gobsmacked. He stared at you wide eyed and chuckled to himself.

You were tied to a chair, mid interrogation, hands behind your back. Your ankles were taped to the legs of the chair. Price was waiting outside to rescue you but as he found you didn’t need rescuing.

The blood from your arm trickled into the tape which held your wrists. The tape became less tacky allowing yourself to wriggle free. Throwing your hands to the floor you whipped your legs behind you, colliding the chair with your captors back. Shattering it, and him.

Pulling off the tape you fixed your hair and flounced out of the room, ‘oh hi Captain!’ You smiled sweetly, ‘shall we?’ You gestured to the way out.

Soap 🧼

Soap first saw your skills during a hostage drill on base. They’d handcuffed you to a pipe on the ceiling, and told you to await your rescue.

Helpless little woman, waiting to be rescued by the tough men. Like fuck you thought. Gaz was assigned as your captor for the exercise, he stood with his back to you. Facing the door, preparing for your rescuers.

Sighing you moaned slightly, Gaz came over to make sure you were ok. Offering your most angelic smile you whipped your legs up to his neck. Your strong thighs applying just enough pressure to make him pass out.

Pulling the pipe off the ceiling you jumped down, undid your cuffs and sat on a chair. Waiting for them. When Soap burst through the door he was gobsmacked. Mouth open. ‘Took your time’ you laughed looking at your watch before walking out the door.

He knew from that moment he HAD to ask you on a date.

Ghost 💀

Ghost took you on the sparring mat, only for a bit of fun. You were 5’3 and he was 6’4. A huge contrast. But you used it to your advantage, scurrying around him and nipping at his ankles like a terrier.

He was getting fed up. Impatient. How did you keep getting one up on him? Eventually to got the Lieutenant on his ass. In front of 141. His eyes widened in the mask as he puffed thick air from his lungs. ‘I didn’t know you could do that!?’

Holding out a hand to him you helped him up. ‘You never asked’ you shrugged, throwing a sickly smile at him. He was blushing under the mask.

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz has never forgotten the memory of seeing you wrap your self around a guys neck, and break it. In half. Effortlessly.

‘Ummm what the fuck was that?’ He was beyond shocked. He’d never seen you move like that before. You re-adjusted your hair and waved him off like it was nothing.

‘No. Seriously. How did you know how to do that?’ He scratched the back of his head. Bewildered. ‘I’m in the SAS Gaz, I need to be good at something. Remember when I choked you out during the drill?’ You winked.

He pulled at his collar ‘yeah don’t remind me.’

König 👑

The big man himself. You were all having a friendly competition of who could jump the highest. Of course our 6’10 mountain won. But that was before you.

Whistling to grab the boys attention you sprinted and damn near scaled König, jumping off his shoulder planting the sticker mikes above his.

His blue eyes were wide, perplexed. ‘You little spider monkey!’ He laughed. He scratched his head, he hardly even felt you climb his back.

You climbed up his back again and planted a cheeky peck on his cheek. ‘I like climbing mountains’ you said poking your tongue out.