#uncaged answers

[cewyll]

@eritvita​ said:

“do you trust me?” from eritvita!

dancing prompts. ( accepting )

HER SMILE IS BRIGHT AND QUICK, little heels clicking on the ground with each nervous shift of her weight. mr. dewitt did tell her to avoid trusting to strangers, but, well –– this one has a kind face and a gentle voice. and there is music playing, after all. freedom is song enough to her feet.

❝ i – i suppose i’ve no reason not to. come on! dance with me, then! ❞ 

[sheetsonfire]

The Red Strokes

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: angst, romance, fluff

Word Count: 4611

Summary: Wires are crossed and assumptions are made, can the reader and Jay resolve what has been left unsaid?

A/N: I'm finally posting again, hooray! This is part of @resanoona's #resa.3kfiestabingo! I'm using this fic to fill the "Fight That Ends In A Kiss" square!

-

Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green

But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen

Oh, the red strokes

Passions uncaged

Thundering moments of tenderness rage

Oh, the red strokes

Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)

Burning the night like the dawn

-

The Red Strokes by Garth Brooks

-

You sit in the passenger seat of Kevin’s car on the way back to the 21st, your mind is a whir of clouded thoughts that morph from one thing to the next until you ultimately settle back on that one thing that sticks into you like the mother of all thorns.

“Hey, Y/N?” Kevin approaches gently, he and Kim had debated about it that very morning whether he should say anything at all, but given how you and Jay were bickering at the scene today, he felt it necessary to at least try and help somehow.

“Yeah, Kev?” You ask almost robotically, still transfixed to the outside world blurring at the same speed as those thoughts in your mind, your chest ached something fierce.

“You can tell me to mind my business, and I want you to know I appreciate you and respect you, but…” Kevin pauses, clicking his teeth as he hesitates to finish.

You owed Kevin this much, he was your partner now and it was important to not shut out the one person you so intrinsically relied on from day to day. The irony of that code of conduct was not lost on you, given how you and Jay treated each other at the moment. “It’s okay, Kev, you can ask whatever’s on your mind.” You sigh, smiling sadly, waiting for the words you knew might come next.

Kevin takes a breath, calculating his words carefully, “I get not challenging Voight on the change of partner, he’s got his rules and his own decisions to make. I just don’t get what’s happening to you and Halstead, right now. This isn’t you, and it sure ain’t him, you two seem to be arguing over sharing the air that you breathe”

There’s a beat of silence, and you swallow. You can tell Kevin seems to be worried he’s overstepped, but you hold out a hand with a small shake of your head. 

“You’re not wrong, Kev.” You say quietly as if uttering the words would destroy the wall you'd built to keep thoughts of Jay out.

“Did you ever ask him what was on his mind?” Your partner’s tone is soft, it’s not laced with accusation, only a simple reminder of things you had ignored in cowardice and fear. 

“I-... He never asked me either, Kev. He didn’t even fight it, he welcomed it, couldn’t wait to call her ‘partner’, and show her the great land of the 21st District like he was some royal prince who had found better blood to share the kingdom with.” 

The lack of an answer from Kevin only makes your words feel as petulant as they had sounded and felt coming out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Kevin. I know, you’re right. I didn’t ask him, and he didn’t ask me. We let it go, we let each other go and now I don’t how to change that. I get so angry when I see them together. She’s an amazing detective and she’s been nothing but good to me, and yet…I can't seem to shake it. What if they’re good together, and not just at work? I’m not making a fool of myself like that, man.”

Kevin hums in thought, “I can’t prove 100% there ain’t nothing going on, Y/N. But I’ve known Jay for a while now, just like you have, and I think he’s trying real hard to not push it with you. He’s not letting go, I think he’s trying to hold on to whatever’s left and let you do what you need to do. And you can slap me for saying it, but it can’t keep on like this, Y/N, or you’re gonna lose all of it.”

The words linger in the car, and your eyes sting with the beginnings of unshed tears. Atwater wasn’t wrong on anything. You had been so busy focusing on what Jay was or wasn’t doing, that you hadn’t done anything to help this situation either.

You needed to fix it, and fast.

-

[Flashback Dream] 

When Hailey Upton gets assigned to Intelligence it’s immediately easy to see why she had been handpicked by Voight. Her quick thinking, unrelenting energy and knack for being unphased by what others thought of her made for good police work. Hank had clearly thought so too, given that at the end of that first week he decided she should join Jay as the only other detective in the unit and be his partner. Instead of you.

Voight tells you and Jay in his office one morning, and more hurtful than the news itself is Jay’s lack of reaction. In fact, he seems all too happy to nod and say, “Of course, Sarge, she’ll fit right in.” This leaves you with no choice but to nod and say “Of course, Sarge.” too, even if you actually wanted to say “What the fuck, Hank?” and “What the fuck, Jay?”

Throughout the day you wait for Jay to tug you aside in the break room, or in a corridor, or strike up a conversation in the basement as you gear up for a scene, but he never does. He never tells you that he hates the decision, he never tells you that he would miss you, that he wants you. 

Of course, you could have chosen to tell him first, but that felt like an unthinkable option. The vulnerability of such a situation didn’t seem possible, so when Jay’s first move still doesn’t come you tell yourself to keep your mouth shut.

She’s better than you, that’s what you decide. Your first instinct is to turn your frustration and hurt inward, you make yourself respect Voight’s decision and tell yourself that it’s what you deserve. To lose Jay is your own doing, you weren’t good enough to be Detective Halstead’s partner, whether that be personal or professional.

“It’s good to have you on board, Upton. Welcome to Intelligence.” Jay was as ever the professional, shaking Hailey’s hand as he spoke. You watched from behind your computer as he smiled at her. There was some sort of recognition or connection there as if they’d met before.

You were about to return to work, choosing to force yourself to get over the juvenile feelings of jealousy and resentment, focusing on the notes in front of you. However, from across the way, you hear those fateful words that send you right back into a spin.

“Come on, partner, let me show you the locker room.” The words flow with ease as he gestures for Hailey to go first, not even glancing at you as he walks away.

Hank seems to sense your gaze, focusing on you for a moment with eyes that are knowing, that feel somehow judging and reproachful, they seem to say “This is exactly why he’s got a new partner.” without saying anything at all. 

The air leaves you a little and the sting of embarrassment knocks you for six. You were an idiot for thinking Jay really liked being your partner, and you were a bigger idiot for thinking that there was something between you and him that would somehow survive Hank’s law of no relationships. Ironic considering you and Jay seemed to be the furthest away from a relationship than you’d ever been.

You swallow the last bitter and cold drops of your coffee, losing yourself in the brightness of your screen and the dancing profiles in front of you.

Heartbreak was not on your agenda for today, no matter how much your chest hurt.

[End of Flashback Dream]

You wake up from the memories with a sharp intake of breath, the hurt in your chest proves to be in the waking world as your anxiety thuds out a wild rhythm with your heart. You're unable to stop replaying the day it had all started to turn sour.

-

Things felt particularly scary this morning, after your talk with Kevin in the car, you had decided to extend the olive branch to Jay. You felt a good portion of the responsibility for the current predicament, in the moments of clarity and hindsight you could see Jay was simply following orders and respecting the decision that had been made.

It was you that had let the jealousy consume you, it was you that had turned every action into a slight on you. 

You could have just asked Jay what he thought or felt, then you would have had an answer to react to. Instead, you had let him think the worst, and he had let you run rampant with your indignation.

Today was going to be different, you were going to make sure of it.

-

Walking up the stairs to the bullpen you had coffees and pastries for everyone, spotting that you were on time but still the last to appear. 

You give everyone a smile as you set down the goods, responding to the “Good morning”s and the “Hey”s you received. 

You meet Jay and Hailey’s eyes, offering them the same genuine greeting, complimenting Hailey on her hoodie which really did look cosy. 

You could at least commend yourself on the fact that you had never taken any of this out on her, in fact, you both got on really well. She had only the misfortune of walking into whatever was going on between you and her new partner.

“Jay, can I borrow you for a moment?” You ask as disarmingly as you can, finally striking up the courage to really look at him for more than a few seconds, mustering a smile that wasn’t so totally laced with fear or sadness.

Jay swallows, nodding, “Uh yeah, of course, Y/N. Let me just-”

It’s your miserable luck as Voight comes out of his office holding files with a look of immediacy on his face.

“We’ve got a case, and the wheels are already rolling on this one, robbery-homicide wants our help. It’s going to be undercover, got us some rich white folks getting ripped and killed in the process. Jay and Hailey will do the UC.”

All of your personal thoughts are swept by the tide of work from the minute Hank slaps the first few victim profiles on the whiteboard, along with suspects and locations.

-

The case is in full swing for most of the week, you make sure to be a partner Kevin likes having and one that he deserves. He had always been good to you ever since you were put in the unit, but especially now he had been there for you and that wasn’t something you let yourself forget. He could have easily chewed you out a few times here and there but he hadn’t, only extending you patience and understanding instead.

The real speedbump test of your sanity comes when Jay is finally put undercover with Hailey on the third day of the investigation. They were supposed to pose as a couple trying to rent a highly-priced apartment. They would meet with the realtor who was in cahoots with the suspected gang and would scope out potential locations for a robbery. 

The idea was that new residents were naive enough to share secure and private information with their realtor, exchanging details about their routines and their valuables that they wouldn’t otherwise share. That information would then be passed on, and the new residents would become the next targets on the hit list.

Of course, being a couple meant Jay and Hailey were going to be doing and saying couple-y things, and that had been particularly daunting for you after weeks of concealed pining and missing your partner's proximity.

You listened on the wire with Adam and Kim in the van with you, on the monitor you could see Jay and Hailey holding hands around the tour of the apartment, discussing excitedly where they were going to put valuable pieces of art, sculptures and historical artefacts in the office space. 

They would exchange doting looks and the occasional kiss, each gesture only serving to drive pressure into your forehead between your eyes. It was surely giving you a migraine.

Still, you stayed the course, you supported your team when they needed it, and you did everything you needed to put the job first. The rest of the day was spent trailing the realtor around and following their digital footprint until eventually, you realise you had caught them on a greedy day.

Jay and Hailey’s appointment with the realtor had been an information-gathering exercise, that rip wouldn’t happen for the next few days, you had expected the investigation to carry on until the week’s end, but it turned out that the gang were in a daring mood. 

Keen to try a previously planned rip on a different home that same afternoon, the gang’s activity had Intelligence moving fast to the next location. 

You held onto Kevin’s shoulder as you followed him down the corridor on the ground floor of a three-floor mansion that had just been renovated. The air still smelled of paint and plaster as you shuffled in the now-darkening rooms toward the back of the property where the gang’s commotion could be heard.

Your team moved in unison and unspoken communication as you, Kevin, Adam and Kim flanked either side of the property.

Jay, Hailey and Hank had moved to the back of the property, and each small team had officers from robbery-homicide with them.

It’s over almost as quickly as it starts, the open plan nature of the property and the countless windows and doors made it easy to see inside and attack from the most ideal points.

The masked figures guarding the family drop like flies as officers pick them off one-by-one. You and Kim move fast toward the twin girls in the family, untying their bonds whilst Kevin and Adam get the parents. 

Behind you is the commotion of Hank, Jay and Hailey’s team taking care of the other gang members who appear from upstairs on the property. 

You clutch the child in your care to you, shielding them from any wayward bullets or unseen assailants until a chorus of “Clears” is yelled out by each of the leading officers.

The smell of gunsmoke is strong, you and Kim wrap the girls in your jackets until ambos can arrive to check them out, carefully leading them to their parents who sob in relief when they see their children are okay.

You turn to Kim to check she’s all good, then you scan the room to catch the eyes of the rest of your team, glad to see that everyone was fine. 

The eyes that you catch last are the green ones that make your body hot and cold, your heart constricts as it remembers the deed it’s yet to do. 

Then, Hailey is in view and she’s slinging an arm over Jay’s shoulder, clearly and rightly satisfied with the results of the bust. 

The eye contact between you and Jay is broken as soon as it’s even made, you watch as Jay wraps his arm around her waist, laughing at something she says.

You don’t waste any more time on the feelings that were fighting their way back to the forefront of your mind. Instead, you turn back to the others to discuss the cleanup and the procedure that follows a bust.

Unaware that those green eyes had returned to watching you as you head out to direct forensics inside.

-

It’s late in the evening when you finally have a cocktail in hand, sat next to Kim as the bustle of the bar surrounds you and your team.

Everyone from Intelligence, except for Hank, was letting the pressure of the week’s work decompress with a few rounds at Molly’s. So it wasn’t even like you were the third wheel with Jay and Hailey. Yet somehow after that moment between them back at the scene, your sour mood had returned with full force.

Once you’d changed back into civilian clothes at the District, you were back to driving yourself crazy with your own petty thoughts, wishing like hell you could just let it all go. 

You had yet to even see the evidence of a relationship between them that wasn’t professional, friendly or strictly undercover related. Beyond a good rapport, sincere eye contact and the occasional hug or playful punch, there was literally nothing else to report. All things of those things you and Jay had shared at one time or another, but those small things, rightly or wrongly, had become something big to you. 

You found it hard to keep that forced laughter going, found it hard to even look at Jay for longer than a few seconds. You’d caught the way his face dropped each time you made eye contact, the way he’d take a long swig of his beer to swallow down whatever was on his mind. His apparent indifference was maddening.

Everything Hailey and Jay said or did somehow affronted you, and the more you tried to get a handle on your emotions the worse it somehow felt. Kim had sensed your distracted and irritated mood, doing her resolute best to turn your attention to her, Kevin and Adam - it had little effect.

“Hey, do you need an escape route?” Kim whispered, a gentle hand on the small of your back.

This would have been the moment to call it quits and head home for some much-needed sleep; but your nerves were frayed beyond the point of salvation, frozen in your seat and doomed to stew in your own jealousy, confusion and anger. 

Shaking your head at Kim with a weak smile, holding onto the tattered shreds of appearing sociable and engaged, you take another sip of your cocktail. You focus on the tangy burn of the alcohol as you hear Hailey laugh at something Jay had said.

Adam gives Kim a look, and she worries her lip between her teeth. She couldn’t see how this would end well either, but you were nothing if not stubborn.

When it came down to it, this was all about your shaken confidence and your lack of ability to make the first move. You had tried so hard to protect yourself from your feelings towards Jay that now you were staring at a possible reality that you’d driven him away altogether. 

You knew deep down that Jay had never pulled away, he was only keeping a respectful distance to honour the steps away from him you had taken - Kevin had been totally right about that, you were sure. You had wanted Jay to try harder, which wasn’t fair, and you hated yourself for it.

“-and that’s when Y/N said…well, Y/N, you tell them, you can do the story justice.” 

Several seconds pass when your brain offers the information that someone had been talking to you. That someone is Adam. You snap your head up from your staring at the watermarks on the table, seeing that your friends were waiting for your input with expectant, somewhat waning happy faces.

“Uh, ha, yeah. So-... actually guys, I’m sorry, I need some fresh air. Be right back, you all get a round on me.” You stand, feeling the alcohol in your legs, still mostly sober but weighed down by everything else.

You’re haphazardly fishing cash out from your pocket, passing it to Kim with a nod as you wander hurriedly towards the front door of Molly’s, the panic and upset bubbling to the surface. You don’t look back at the confused expressions or the worried murmurs between the group and some of the other patrons who knew you.

-

As soon as you’re outside you feel the embarrassment wash over you like pins and needles, the pit in your stomach feels like it could devour you from the inside out. You’re feeling childish, you’re feeling wronged, you’re feeling stupid, and you’re feeling the fire in so many directions you’re not sure where it’s going to land first.

Unfortunately for Jay, he chooses that exact moment of your conflict to try and catch up with you outside.

“Y/N? What’s going on, come on, talk to me we can’t keep doing this-” 

You know it isn’t his fault and not even close to the accuracy of the situation, but your mouth doesn’t get the memo and the venom passes your lips before you can stop it.

“Talk to you, Jay? Don’t even say that to me! You don’t look at me, talk to me, or acknowledge me for weeks, and now I’m supposed to talk to you? Did you suddenly get bored of playing house with Hailey? Am I going to be the next best option, huh? I don’t think so! I’m not stupid and I’m not something you can pick and choose when the mood takes you. So just go back inside and leave me be!”

The words linger in the cold air between you and Jay. You watch his eyes harden, and his jaw becomes terse in that you’ve seen many times before. In an instant you know you’ve struck a nerve, and Jay doesn’t seem to be feeling in the mood for coddling you and your sensitivities. 

As if to confirm your thoughts he scoffs, looking away for a moment before turning back to you, fire in those green eyes that makes your heart thud nervously for what was about to be dished back to you. He steps forward, pointing an accusing finger that might as well have been a knife stuck into you.

“You’ve got guts, you know that? I didn’t split us up, Y/N, that wasn’t our fault but you let it be mine! I tried hard to be patient, to be understanding, I didn’t want to be someone else’s partner either. But you know what? This isn’t fucking high school, we’re adults, and you let it become something bigger than it had to be. I wasn’t the one who pulled away, Y/N, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stand here and be told that I don’t give a fuck about you when it couldn’t be further from the truth!” 

You stand in silence, nostrils flaring as you flounder for a fight, flight or forgive response. 

Lips pressed together, looking away as you kick at the loose stones on the sidewalk. “Well, that’s great to know, great to know that I could have been something to you this whole time, and now it’s tough shit because somebody else beat me to it.”

Jay scrubs a hand over his face, moving in one stride to tilt your chin and make you look at him, the hurt still laced with anger in his tone. “I never said I was with Hailey, and that’s because I’ve never been with Hailey! What do you want me to do, Y/N? What’s it gonna take to make you see? Why the hell do you think Voight split us in the first place, or did you forget how he treats partners who get too close? Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t fight him on it because it was the truth?”

He studies you and you study back, both of you are panting from the yelling and the adrenaline surging between you. You could see that he really was upset about everything you’d put him through, and you could feel the frustration with yourself bubbling over, you had put him through hell and for what? Your wounded pride had shown itself to be quite the problem.

When you don’t speak, Jay’s nostrils flare in dismay, shaking his head, “Say something, Y/N, I can’t-”

You’re done with talking, you’re done with dancing around it all, simply grasping Jay tightly by the collar of his jacket as you tug him those last few inches until your lips are pressed desperately to his, feeling him moan with what can only be described as a growl in his throat as he kisses back, hands gripping your waist roughly as he puts all of his energy into you.

The air outside is biting, but the heat of Jay so close to you is enough to make you forget. Your clutching fingers eventually relax to rest on his shoulders and neck, pulling back to look at him with wild and worried eyes.

You wait for the anger to remain, or for him to declare it “Too little too late”, but he doesn’t. Giving you the courage to speak as you see a smile start to grace his lips, “I’m sorry, Jay. I’m so sorry for everything.” 

Your thumb strokes the nape of his neck as you wait for a reaction, Jay’s hands are holding you securely, virtually pressed chest to chest in the middle of the sidewalk with the world still spinning around you. Illuminated by the streetlights and the glow of Molly’s as he studies your face.

He leans in, kissing you softer now, peppered kisses to your jaw and to your cheeks, “I appreciate you’re sorry, and I’m sorry too…but, Y/N, I don’t need you to be sorry anymore-” 

There’s a slight pause that makes your heart drop, maybe he was going to reject your apology and tell you that it wasn’t going to work. What if-

Jay’s quick to fill the pause and stop your anxiety dead in its tracks. “-I just need you to be mine, if that’s what you still want too.”

Your breath is caught, and your legs are jelly with the nerves and realisation that this was actually finally happening.

The sound of a door behind you is followed by Kim’s voice, “Are you guys good?” She tests, noticing quite smugly that you’re clutching at each other. 

“We’re good, Kim. Go away now, love you.” You holler, still looking at Jay in awe.

You hear Kim’s laugh and the sound of the door opening again, “Going away, love you too!” Hearing the door clunk shut as if it put you back in the safe bubble with Jay again.

“So?” Jay asks softly, waiting with bated breath. 

You swallow, nodding eagerly and unashamed of that eagerness. “I want to be yours, please. If that’s what you still want.” 

Jay chuckles, “It is, it really is.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, letting you fold into his embrace as you hold him tight, nestling your cheek against his chest. 

“Mhm, this is nice.” You remark, shivering in Jay’s arms. Jay snorts, “It is, but how about we do it in the warmth of my apartment? Or yours?” 

You hum in thought, “Yours sounds good, you still owe me a drink and takeout from our missed hangout last week.”

Jay’s eyebrows go up in a silent point being made, the reason you hadn’t met up was that you were busy sulking.

“Yeah yeah, I know, it’s my fault… But I'm still sad we missed it, your couch is bigger than mine. Takeout’s on me this time, might be some dessert in it for you.” You tease, letting that innuendo sit.

Jay nods with a grin, “Sounds like a good deal. Come on, let’s go home.” 

You reach for one of Jay’s hands, another silent squeeze of apology.

He holds your hand tight as you both cross the road to get to his truck, you had hitched a ride with Kevin and didn't have your car anyway.

You make a mental note to text the others later to apologise for bailing early and taking Jay with you. 

You were sure they wouldn’t mind, instead being thankful that the war was over between you, in favour of you both being annoyingly in love and mercifully quiet instead.

Fin. 

A/N: Whew, I hope the ending wasn't too lame! Here's to hopefully writing more stories to see the year out!

tags: @resanoona - @elius-learns-to-write - @dumb-fawkin-bitch - @enchantedblackrose

[cielcreations]

Avian Instincts - Preening [Fwhip]

Fwhip landed in Tumble Town with ease. He walked around first, looking everywhere for the sheriff. He hummed, looking around the town.

"This empire is slowly coming together!" Fwhip said to himself, continuing to look around, "SOLIDARITY!" He called, "HELLLLLLO?! SHERIFFFFF?!" He sighed, looking in every building before peaking into the train tunnel.

He walked down it, still calling out for the dirty blonde, not able to find him. He eventually got to the other side and, still with no luck, he had no choice but to knock on Solidarity's door. He waited, calling out for the dirty blonde, standing outside for a few minutes. However, when Solidarity didn't answer the door, he knocked again, grabbing the doorknob and turning it.

Unlocked? Fwhip thought as he opened the door, "Solidarity?" He called.

The downstairs was empty, so the goblin walked upstairs and down the hall, hearing sniffles coming from a bedroom.

"Solidarity?" Fwhip opened the door, gasping, "S-Sheriff! What happened, what's wrong?!"

The dirty blonde was wrapped in multiple blankets, tears streaming down his face, eyes red and puffy. The goblin ran over and sat in front of him, gently rubbing his shoulder.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong? How can I help?"

Solidarity's eyes were blown out and he let out a pained chirp.

Fwhip was confused, why was he chirping? "Sheriff, let me help you! I can help!" He smiled, "I'm your deputy, remember?"

Solidarity perked up before hesitating. He removed one hand from his blanket cocoon, trilling. Fwhip, not knowing what else to do, put his hand in the dirty blonde's. Solidarity blinked before he let out a happy chirp, his own claws gently poking at the goblin's. Fwhip sat back as Solidarity uncaged himself from his blanket cocoon, shaking the blankets off of him and onto the floor. Fwhip gasped and blushed slightly at Solidarity being shirtless, golden yellow wings on his back.

"...Pretty..."

Solidarity laid down, stretching out his wings as far as they would go. Fwhip's goblin instincts immediately wanted to take and hold the gold, but he refrained, especially since Solidarity was already in pain. Staring at his wings, he could see dirt, sand, dust, and grime in his feathers as well as a ton of pin feathers and feathers were out of place.

"...Want me to preen them?" Fwhip guessed.

Solidarity nodded, smiling brightly, chirping happily. Fwhip knew what he wanted! He even knew the term! He couldn't help but chirp a bit more, wings flapping excitedly.

Fwhip laughed, "O-Okay, okay, I'll help! Calm down!"

Solidarity laid down on the bed, resting.

Fwhip smiled and started off by straightening all his feathers before gently removing the loose ones. He then used his claws, grabbing the feathers from the top and gently removing the dust as he pulled down, making sure not to pluck. Once he finished getting out any and all dirt, dust, sand, or whatever else was in his wings, he then pinched at the pin feathers. He gently scratched at the flaky sheath around the new feathers, removing it.

With every passing second, Solidarity's happy chirps and trills were turning into soft cheeps and moans. Fwhip blushed at that but reminded himself that this felt amazing to them. Fwhip continued to preen his feathers, finishing one wing.

"F-Fwhiiiip..." Solidarity moaned softly as he started on the dirty blonde's second wing.

Fwhip blushed, smiling, "Y-You okay?"

"C-Claws..." 

"Am I hurting you?"

"N-No, no, no... F-Feels s-so gooood..."

Fwhip chuckled, nodding, "Good, I don't want to hurt you!"

"T-Talons help..."

"Tal- oh, you mean my claws, right?"

Solidarity just hummed. Fwhip continued to work on his wings. After a few more minutes, he had completely finished and sat back. The dirty blonde stretched out, cracking his neck and back. He then flapped his wings, letting out happy trills.

"So, I did it right?" Fwhip smiled.

The dirty blonde nodded, "Yeah, yeah, you-" The sheriff then went stiff, "...Wait..."

"What? Is there-"

Solidarity quickly grabbed his blankets, folding his wings in as he covered himself, paling as he stared at Fwhip, "...You..."

"D-Did I do something wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"N-No, b-but you... you saw."

"I saw...? Well, yeah, to help preen, I had-"

"I-I don't want anyone to see them!" Solidarity whined, burying himself under the blankets, "J-Joel saw them on accident too! I don't want a-anyone else to know!"

Fwhip was genuinely confused, "Why not? They're so pretty-"

"S-Stop lying!" Solidarity yelled, "T-They're not pretty! They shouldn't even be there! I don't want them!"

"...Solidarity... How long have you felt like this?"

He was met with silence.

"If you don't want to talk about it, fine. I won't push. And I won't tell anyone. But you can't keep this bottled up forever." He rubbed Solidarity's back, careful of his wings, "Sometimes it's okay to ask for help. And no one will judge you for your wings. I promise."

Solidarity was silent for a moment, "...I'll think about it... T-Thank you... for preening. I-I couldn't reach certain spots and it was driving me mad."

"No problem!" Fwhip chuckled, "If you ever need more help, just let me know."

Solidarity smiled softly at the offer, not that Fwhip could see, "I will..."

[violettduchess]

I don't know if your requests are open but I adore your kiss fics! I'm wondering if you could maybe do a kiss fic for Sariel Noir?

A/N: Here you go anon!

Sidenote: Kiss requests are always open. If you aren't sure which ones I have already done, there is a masterlist which you can check out right here

Sariel x Reader

Word Count: 545

You wouldn’t expect such tenderness from a man known as a devil. You might expect a kiss that bruises, that presses a whimper from your throat the way a flower-press crushes petals. You might expect the grip of his hands to be punishing, fingers digging into your softness like a trowel into soft earth. You might expect his goal to be pushing you to your limit, to dance you to the very precipice of what you can take, dip you backwards over the edge as dizziness swims through your body. The devil, after all, is heartless, relentless, and flirts with cruelty.

But you know better.

You know the side of him that, if it is a devil, it is of the fallen angel kind. He looks up from the papers piled on his desk as soon as he hears the door open, violet eyes suddenly luminous, their amethyst color shining like sunshine through a butterfly’s wing behind the lenses of his glasses. You approach him and he rises, the tide in its eternal, loving servitude to the moon. No words are needed between you as he opens his arms and you step into them, closing your eyes as the world tilts and he settles back into his office chair, you pulled along and held close to him. His embrace is as much strength, the bulwark of protection from the world’s dangers as it is the gentle, protective curve of a hawk’s wing over its young. He reaches up to free your flushed cheeks of a few wandering strands of hair, his hands cool against your skin. You smile and his breath is visibly caught in his chest, his expression that of a man who wants to resist the allure of looking at the sun directly….and not being able to help himself. You shift within the circle of his arms and stretch upwards until your lips touch his.

His mouth is immediately responsive, the softness of your kiss mirrored in the answering press of his lips. You do not move, sinking into the feeling of his lips on yours, the gentle hum of electricity passing between you, words of devotion and affection unspoken yet palatable. He shifts, tilting his head and catches your lip between his, holding you there a moment. Both of you are still, locked in a sweet embrace, two people in a timeless echo of all the lovers that have ever come before you. You are endless and undying, the moment between breaths, the space between heartbeats, a single drop of eternity shared between you and him. And then your lips move, the moment breaks, and stillness becomes propulsion. 

Your kisses grow less gentle as lips part, teeth and tongues uncaged. Where there was tenderness and peace, there is now hunger and want. Satisfaction and discontent are two sides of the same blade: each kiss both quenches and amplifies the fire burning low in your bodies. He tastes so good, he feels so good, what more could you want.

The answer is easy: You want more and more and more.

You have one last, coherent thought as his teeth drag red lines down the soft skin of your neck, as your fingers slide under his tunic, searching for skin: There is nothing as satisfying as giving the Devil his due.

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[the-wild-candy]

PAC - How will your future spouse realise that they are in love with you?

This pac also includes a small letter from your future spouse + a channeled song.

Some piles have NSFW messages (just a little). Don't interact if it makes you uncomfortable.

How to pick a pile - Which pile piques your curiosity the most? Choose the letter you would want to read first if it was in front of you. (Use intuition)

This is for entertainment purposes only. Take what resonates, leave what doesn't.

Pile 1

"If I were to touch a rose each and every day just to bleed by its thorns, then I would. I would, for you. God, you've such mesmerizing eyes. They drive me crazy".

Your person used to focus on the negative things in life. Maybe they didn't talk much or appeared 'cold' to many people. They realised that they are in love with you when all of that changed for the better.

You're their sunshine. You will bring them a lot of happiness, warmth and joy. Your person also thinks that you're very hot. But it took them a while to get to this conclusion since they are someone who keeps their shit to themselves.

Your person will reflect upon their own thoughts. They'll know that answers lie deep within them. They will use logic to comprehend their feelings (idek how that's possible).

They might even think of asking you out/proposing you but irl your person will be very nervous but they won't show it at all. They will know that you're the one they love when they start feeling more positive because you will bring them that radiant and vibrant energy.

𝟶:𝟶𝟶 ──◍───── 𝟷:𝟹𝟶

Pile 2

"You make me fantasize about all those unknown things in life. You see that little bird in the sky? So free. So happy. 'Uncaged'. That's how you make me feel. Like you're my freedom".

Your person will think that all of this was fated. It was meant to happen. They might see dreams about you which will leave them confused.

I got the lovers for you :"3 your person will eventually realise that they are in love with you. They might kinda ignore their work because they'll be so drowned in their own thoughts and emotions.

One thing might worry them here and its whether you feel the same about them or not. They might end up taking some rash decisions in general because they wouldn't know anything about your feelings and therefore, things will move a little slowly.

Your person is big on stability and savings. They might follow a conservative approach here. Once they are sure about your feelings they'll be very assertive and bold. They'll be clear with their words. They might even express more. They'll tell you what they wanna do to you. Possibly, they'll tell you way too much.

𝟶:𝟶𝟶 ──◍───── 2:𝟹𝟶

Pile 3

TW - a little NSFW

"I go a little insane. You make me go insane. Do you have any idea what you do to me? I need somebody, I need you".

I heard - Thirsty and wild. Raw. Sexually frustrated. Beastly.

After a huge argument. Your person will realise that they love you when they'll realise that they are on the brink of losing you. Your person can be an extrovert but at that very moment/phase of their life, they'll talk less and will appear more like an introvert.

It will be chaotic. They might have been very attracted to you physically but they didn't realise how far they went with attraction.

Their love is extreme. Not only you, but they themselves would need a time out to process what they are thinking. It will be like an imperfect balance.

They might talk to their mother/some motherly figure in their life about you :"3 and that person will help them analyze how they really feel. Your person will actually come to their senses by then and literally put you on a pedestal. You will be critical of them at first but it will go well.

Your person likes it rough and they love your tits/chest area.

𝟶:𝟶𝟶 ──◍───── 3:𝟹𝟶

Credit to @anon for this pac idea and all those who actually wrote these letters + pinterest <3

© the-wild-candy

[kinnspocketporsche]

Vegas: Beloved (un)caged things

Where did you get that?

The first line we get from Vegas in episode 12 is so strange. Why would he ask this? He knows Pete is stuck here; Vegas is the one holding him. And why is Vegas in such a good mood?

Maybe he thinks for a second that Pete escaped again, and chose to come back, chose to return. An Ep 11 slow shot of the rest of the safe house shows books at the foreground; there’s some plausibility here.

The good mood continues after Pete’s dismissal of the question until Vegas notices his hedgehog is sick.

Until he remembers that life doesn’t prevail in cages for long. He takes the hedgehog out of its cage, cradles it gently. He doesn’t go to get help until he speaks with Pete.

There's no one.

He tells Pete there’s no one around to help. He tells Pete that there are no guards. And then he abruptly leaves, deciding to get help for his hedgehog even though doing so means leaving the safe house, leaving his own cage, and Vegas leaves a key behind for Pete. It's not a mistake.

This time, escape is not a test, it is a gift. An actual release.

Not because Vegas wants Pete to leave, but because he thinks it’s inevitable.

Everything that I love left me.

Vegas sees two options: keep Pete and lose him, or lose Pete and keep him living.

Who, until now, has chosen Vegas? His father? His hedgehog? Not even Macau. 

Macau is no different.

He’s grieving the death of his hedgehog; he’s grieving the tragedy of himself, an unlovable being; he’s grieving the cages that he has to make in order to receive the love that he needs. The moment of hope from earlier has been abandoned. Vegas gives up, gives in to the inevitable, and he doesn’t think he’s giving Pete a choice. He’s telling him to leave.

I'm not asking you.

And when Pete goes to him in the grass, Vegas is not surprised to see Pete out; he is confused about why he hasn’t left. At this point - maybe he thinks Pete will still leave, that the hedgehog funeral is a detour. Vegas walks back to the safe house without directing Pete in any way.

Why didn’t you run away?

He doesn’t ask why until they’re back in the safe house, back in Vegas’s cage, together. And Pete’s answer - “I don’t even know” - it’s not quite satisfying for Vegas. It means Pete might still leave, this might not be what Pete really wants. It sends Vegas into the sad story of his hedgehogs, it pushes Vegas to tell Pete why he should’ve left, why he should leave. He wants Pete to understand the risks - not to protect Pete, to protect himself from Pete leaving later.

Pete is not really understanding; Vegas is confusing, not intentionally, but this is how people are when they spiral. They don’t make sense.

Pete's not getting it until...

A guy like you, it’s no fun if you don’t give in.

Vegas chooses what he wants and cages it for love, lets it die for love. Would anyone choose that for himself?

Knowing this: Pete chose to love Vegas, uncaged.

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As always, my inbox and DMs are very much open for more discussion! :) I have more to say about Episode 12 VegasPete but this is what I could make sense of for now.

Related Posts

VegasPete Analysis

VegasPete Communication + Double Meanings Post (Ep 11 Analysis)

Pete's Escape as a Final Test (Ep 11 Analysis)

Ep 12 Analysis

Vegas and his fear of love

Korn’s Betta Fish

Also, I finally made a Master Post with all this and more :)

[denial-permanente]

Regarding Tom’s erections, what I was asking was whether he was allowed an erection while uncaged. But your answer says that’s not allowed. Thanks for the response. And yes, I’m planning to suggest a faux cock and have ordered a vivskin, based on your experience.

It's not that it's not allowed. I just do not unlock him for anything other than medical or travel reasons. He just does not have any opportunities to have uncaged erections. 🤷‍♀️

[skaldish]

Hello, How are you? I hope you are ok!

If you don't mind to answer... How did yu get to know your troll-spirit friend? And uh.. how do you befriend with them... or other spirits..? I'm curious

I'm doing well, thanks! And uuh...it was an accident. He showed up because I was writing a story that used him as a character (which was all inspired by a quote of his, now that I think about it).

Here's what I wrote in another ask:

My toll-spirit friend is actually the result of me wishing to write a story based in Norwegian folklore but not wanting to accidentally summon spirits from it. Because I had no idea Norway's "pop culture" and "folklore" blurred to the degree it does, I figured nothing metaphysical would come of using the troll king Dovregubben from Peer Gynt as a character for the story. Not only was I absurdly wrong, but he orchestrated my tour of Norway just to prove he was nothing to sneeze at...and also to give me the critical information I needed to write the story I was writing. The whole thing frazzles me greatly but here we are.

He first showed up years ago back when I started the story, because he's apparently an autonomous spirit outside of his source material, and decided he liked me enough to stick around. But I wasn't aware of that at the time since my clairsenses weren't as strong. I took a break from the story for a while, eventually picking it up again after moving a few time. But here's the thing: I keep my personal space warded, so I didn't actually feel his presence again until the day I chose to write out in the living room—outside my wards. And he popped in.

It was...kind of a lot to take in. I write and draw the same way we sing loudly to ourselves when we think we're alone; it comes straight from the heart, no filter. So discovering someone was listening and finding me an absolute delight because of it...

Well, I'm still working through that embarrassment.

Anyway, this is how it was with half of my spirit friendships: The spirit/deity caught me bumbling around their sphere of things, chewing on ideas with my emotions uncaged, and decided I was great and wanted to be friends.

I catch onto spirits quickly these days due to stronger clairsenses, but both Loki and Dovregubben got to play "yes-and" with me for a long while before I realized they were more than just characters.

My other spirit/deity friendships are the result of your average "we saw each other one-off a few times and then started actively hanging out and now we're friends." I don't really intentionally form friendships. They just happen when they happen.

[mrs--edge]

That don't impress me much

When I got involved in these Tumblrs that my husband started, nothing had preperared me for the constant flood of pictures of caged and uncaged dicks. Almost all the men who send them say stupid things like "So you think cage fits properly" or "what kind of cage would you put me in" or "It's not really a dick pic because it's in a cage" or "it's not really a dick pic because my cage is covered by these sheer panties."

Today, after deleting and blocking the 3rd dick pic, I realized that most of them seem to come from sissies. At least, I'm assuming they are sissies because their blog background colors are pink, they have panties, pink cages, or are wearing stockings. I'm sure this means something, although I don't know what. But listen. Nobody is as enamored of your dick, caged or not, as you are.

My husband convinced me to comment on some of his memes, and to answer a few questions. I've had some fun doing that, and have met a few interesting people, sndnhave even run into a few women who seem to be like me. But getting daily pictures, and I mean, literally in the introduction message, is making me want to go back to my safe Instagram and look at pictures of cakes and kittens.

Please stop and think before you send those pictures to me or anybody.

[buckysdolls]

Billy Hargrove’s Redemption Pt 3

New Billy Hargrove x OC fanfiction

posted: 13/03/22

Thanks for reading, please <3, comment and share!

Blurb: Nicole is in her final year at Hawkins High, surronded by her best friends and their siblings she encounters the strange secrets of Hawkins. Having fought a demagorgan (a ferocious, ugly, slimy dog like beast) alongside them she’s looking forward to a quiter year. That was until the Californian, bad boy, type of a man a girl can’t resist Billy Hargrove arrived. He thought Hawkins was a dump, overly protective of his step-sister Max and usurping Steve as King of Hawkins High Billy was unstoppable. Until he noticed his neighbour Nicole. Nicole tried hard not to fall for his charms but it isnt as easy as you’d think… because he was changing with every moment her saw or spoke to Nicole. Billy beleived he was finally done with playing the field and was in love.  This tells the story of Billy and Nicole, fighting togehter the secrets that hid in Hawkins, fighting each other and fighting for love.

Trigger Warnings- Swearing/ Drinking/ Physical and Emotional Abuse/ mentions of smut or smut (18+ NSF you young ones, you are responisble for your own reading!)

Billy sniffed and wiped at his nose, looking down at his hand he saw the blood from where his father’s ring had cut his skin from when he hit him. Meeting his father’s eyes and tears brimming in his, he managed to hold them back as his father grabbed his collar.

“What did I teach you huh?” Billy’s father leaned into his ear whispeirng furiously to intimidate him. The only person who could ever make Billy quiver and tremble with fear was his dad. After years of taking beatings after his mother left, Billy had accoustmed to it but it still made him frightened, his father was an uncaged Lion, and Billy was his prey. There was a reason why Billy stayed at home... a reason why he continued to take the beatings and emotinal abuse... he rather it was him than Max. He didn’t want her to go what he went through at her age... is that why Billy was so mean to her? Did he resent her? Yes, she had the childhood he always wanted. But more than anything he wanted to protect her, it didn’t excuse his behaviour towards Max but at least he knew what he was doing even if no one else did.

“Respect and responsibility.”

“Respect and responsibility what?” His father snapped at him

“Sir” Billy repsonded firmly.

Billy father forcefully pushed him as he released his grip. The doorbell ringing cut the tension and stare down between the two of them.

“I’d clean yourself up before you head out to your party.” His father instructed before exiting Billy’s room to answer the door. As his father slammed the door shut. Billy grabbed one of his trophies and threw it a cross the room in a fit of rage watching it bounce off the wall then landing on the floor into two. Letting his tears finally fall, he slid down the wall he had been pressed up against, his head settling on his knees that curled up to his chest. 

“Oh! Mr Hargrove, is Billy in?” Nicole’s wrapped her denim jacket over her slightly revealing chest and followed it up with a wide sweet smile. She wore a plain little black dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair in her signiture hairstyle, bouncy curls, half up, half down and a black scrunchie to match instead of her usual colourful ones. She was known to be one of the most beautiful girls in the school even though she wasnt popular but tonight she really felt beautiful and wanted to make an impression on Billy. She decided to pay Billy a visit just to double check he was still going to the party and to tease him a little.

“Miss Taylor. You look wonderful, unfortunately Billy isn’t available at the moment.”

“Okay, erm do you know if he’s still planning to go to a party tonight?” 

“Are you his date for the evening Miss Taylor?”

Nicole chcukled “No, I’m not. I just wanted to make sure he was still going cuase he invited me and some friends.” Mr Hargrove grinned at her grabbing the door ready to close it.

“I’m sure he will be” He began to close the door, feeling his abruptness Nicole turned her back making her way down the conrete steps that led to the front door.

“Oh and Miss Taylor?”

“Mr Hargrove?” Nicole replied instantly turning on her heels to face him.

“Don’t settle for him... he’s not worth it?” 

“Excuse me?” His words shocked Nicole and she was puzzled as to why he would talk that way about his own son. Moving a piece of her hair behind her ear feeling uneasey and nervous towards Mr Hargrove, Billy made his way down the staircase to hear the end of the conversation, silently waiting on the last couple of steps.

“My son, Billy. He’s not worth it” Nicole was shocked by his statement and felt sympathy for Billy.

“Goodnight Mr Hargrove” she awkardly replied with a forced smile and turned away, waking down the garden path back to her house next door. She pondered how wierd Mr Hargrove really was, he seemed so complimentary at first but then stern as soon as she mentioned Billy’s name.

 Turning from the door, Mr Hargrove came face to face with Billy, toe to toe, both sharing looks of disgust towards each other.

“You got soemthing to say Billy?” 

“No Sir” Though Billy was taller than his father, his father had no issue standing on his his tip toes to meet Billy and assert dominance.

“She’s pretty.” Mr Hargrove smirked through his moustache and raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t” Billy spat looking directly into his father eyes.

“Pretty like your filthy mother was. Too pretty for a waste of space like you. Cute little smile, curvy waist, she’s in a little black dress. Doe eyes.” Mr Hargrove whispered as Billy looked down at his feet, his hand rubbing over his mouth and chin trying to keep his hand from balling into a fist.

Billy couldn’t muster up a response, the tinnest smug smile thinned his lips, he didn’t know what was worse his father insuting his mother or the way he was speaking about Nicole. However, any type of disrespect would result in a fight and Billy wasn’t prepared, not again. He simply looked back up to his father’s eyes.

“She’s pretty amazing...” Billy replied, shoulder barging his father as he passed him and grabbing the door on his way out, slamming it.

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“You know I'm only here for your sake Nicole. Any other party sure...but Tommy's?" Steve grumbled as he and Nicole tried to walk through a sea of their classmates at the party. Feeling slightly confident, and maybe it was because of the little bit of vodka she had at Steve's before leaving, she took Steve's hand, clutching it to lead him, dragging them both through the masses of high schoolers. They gave the occasional smile to certain people they knew and Steve would try and stop to chat to a girl but Nicole would yank his hand so he kept up with her. Eventually her grip had loosened on Steve's as the gaps to squeeze through got smaller. She took a quick glance behind her to locate Steve. She noticed he was stopping to speak to a girl, she grinned, knowing Steve was probably turning on his charm. Heading for outside, Nicole was concerned that she'd arrived late and that Billy might have thought she forgot. Taking a left to reach the sliding glass doors to the back yard Nicole froze, Steve had managed to catch up and bumped straight into Nicole as he wasnt looking where he was going.

"Why did you stop?" Steve shouted leaning over into Nicole's ear due to the loud volume of music and students screaming.

Nancy was sitting on the floor, slouching against a cupboard, drink spilt over her dress and her head rocking back and fourth slowly.

"Well shit!" Steve said before they both rushed over to Nancy. Though her vision was blurry, Nancy could make out Steve and Nicole were the people kneeling in front of her. Smiling at her friends Nancy began cupping Nicole's cheeks.

"You're so beautiful Nicole! You know that right. Any man is lucky to have you!" Nancy babbled like a baby trying to speak their first words. Nicole and Steve shared a wide eyed look as if to say Nancy was indeed absolutely fucked.

"Where's Jonathan?" Nicole asked Nancy, Nicole had taken Nancy's head in her hands to steady her movement.

"Gone"

"Vanished"

"Poof!" Nancy popped the p and imitated an explosion motion with her fingers.

"What do you mean poof?" Nicole copied Nancy's actions.

"He didn't come" Nancy pouted.

"He had to stay at home to look after Will"

Nicole's heart instantly sank... Jonathan staying at home to be with Will was never a good sign...it was usually followed by a demagorgan.

"So... you came alone?" Steve questioned, motioning to Nicole to help him pick Nancy up and steady her on her feet. They each took an arm and slung it over their shoulders, helping Nancy through the crowd and out the front door. Steve grabbed a cell phone and made a frantic call to the Byers house.

Coming down from chugging a keg, Nicole caught Billy's eyes. The rush of the keg and people cheering for him made him sprint into action and chase after her who he noticed had Steve and Nancy attached to her. Hot on their tales he stood by the front door, silently watching as they sat Nancy down to throw up on the driveway. He watched Nicole nurse Nancy as she held her hair and gently rubbed circles on Nancy's back to soothe her. He loved how caring Nicole was, he respcted how much of a good friend she was to people.

Nancy chocked out that she was sorry and was so embarrassed to be in this state but Nicole sssh'd her telling her not to worry or panic. Another thing he admired about Nicole, her kindness... just like his mom, she would do anything for the people around her... even if they were throwing up by her feet.

"No no, stay with Will, we'll get her home!" Steve called out and hung up the phone, he walked back over to Nicole and Nancy and that's when Billy decided to chime in. He wasnt drunk...a few drink yes, but he felt safe enough to be able to drive.

"I could drive her home?" Nicole and Steve turned to find Billy watching them as he offered a ride.

"Jesus fucking Christ of course, Billy Hargrove, always around to offer your services. How awfully kind of you" Steve muttered under his breath. Nicole looked back to the driveway noticing Billy's baby, his blue Camaro parked up. Billy approached them standing next to Nicole. His hand loosley snaked around Nicole’s waist his hand stopping at her lower back, trying to be respectful. Nicole didn’t feel uncomfortable but she could see the displeasure on Steve’s face. Billy wanted to get in her good books and if he could help her out with Nancy, be a knight in shinning armour he was more than willing to do so.

"I can only take two, but at least she'll get home alright..." Nicole looked up to Billy and smiled up at him whilst Steve continued to look on in disgust and huffing.

"We should probably walk then, the fresh air will do her good" Steve decalred, motioning for Nicole to help him get Nancy up.

"I can roll the windows down, she'll get some air" Billy reassured them as he stroked Nicole’s back in comfort. Nicole shivered at his touch as if little electrons were lighting fireworks off her body. She slyly moved closer to Billy, so his grip became firm, his hand tighlty secured onto her, he slowly got lower till he cupped her bum then returned his hand to sit on her waist. 

"Steve, stay here. I'll come back after I've seen Nancy off. Make sure she's okay" Steve without arguing sighed, the three of them helped pick Nancy up and walk her over to Billy's car, putting her in the back seat.

"I'm going to head to Jonathan's, see what's going on there" Steve and Nicole shared a look of concern knowing the current Byers situation which Billy had no clue about. Nicole nodded and gave Steve a kiss on is cheek cuasing Billy to socff before sitting in the front of Billy's car. Looking over her shoulder she made sure Nancy was strapped in and the window was down for fresh air. Revving his noisy and clunky engine Billy pulled away from the drive and followed Nicole's direction to the Wheeler household.

"Just here on the right" Nicole pointed out informing Billy they were coming up to the Wheelers. When Billy had parked up they both tended to Nancy, bringing her up to the front door. Nicole grabbed the knocker and rapidly knocked. 

“Nicole?” Mrs Wheelers gaze instantly fell upon her daughter who lenaed into Nicole.

“Nancy? What happend?” Mrs Wheeler said with concern as she widened the door to invite them in. Walking staright to the living room and setting her down on the sofa, Nicole explained to Mrs Wheeler how Nancy attended the party alone as Jonathan stayed home to look after Will.

“Thank you both so much” 

“No problem Mrs Wheeler.” Billy flashed his pearly whites, Nicole instantly rolled her eyes knowing Karen was falling for his charm, she felt her heart ache a bit as she realised how Billy would be wiling to flirt with anyone.

“I didn’t catch your name” She placed her hands on her hips and bit her lip as she contiunted to gawk at Billy.

“Billy Hargove. A pleasure to meet you Mrs Wheeler” Billy kissed her hand, before turning to Nicole and placing his arm over her shoulder, bringing her into him. Nicole fakely smiled as she was sqished into Billy’s side.

“Please call me Karen. Once again Nicole, thank you for bringing her home. Give Joyce my love, I hope Will is okay”

“We will do” Nicole sweetly reponded pushing herself out of Billy’s grip and walked back to the door. They made their way back to Billy’s Camaro turning back to the door both giving Mrs Wheeler one last smile and wave before taking their seats.

“She was nice” Billy turned to face Nicole.

“I bet you thought she was nice” Nicole snapped, rolling down the window to get air and look out into the darkeness. Billy didn’t reply as he knew she was annoyed but he couldn’t help but notice how the cool breeze blew up Nicole’s dress as it danced in the wind. When her dress settled it woud sit higher up her thigh than it should, Nicole didn’t alter it though, but did she notice out of the corner of her eyes Billy occasioanly stealing glances at her thighs. Taking a chance, Billy rested one hand tenderly onto Nicole’s inner thigh whist the other hand maintained contact with his wheel, occasioannly tapping his fingers to the music as it boombed out of his radio. Nicole’s breath hitched in shock as his cold skin reacted to hers. The pads of his fingertips softly carresed her inner thigh, up and down. She looked over at Billy who continued to look out at the road. Heat rose to her cheeks and closing her eyes she accepted his touch and let her head fall back to lean against the head rest, holding back her whimpers and heavy breathing she bit her lip. Billy stole a quick glance at her, he was smirking as he could see Nicole enjoying his touch. Looking down to his hand on her thigh he moved it up further, his fingers massaging her thigh, switching between a tight and hard squeeze to a kind and soothing tickle. He felt the fabric of her panties, that’s when he knew he’d reached as far as he could go. Nicole felt her own heart beating, it was rapid like a cheeter’s when it runs after its prey. Her mouth watered as she fully enjoyed Billy’s company, overcome with lust and want, like Billy was her own prey. She demanded as she took a deep breath

“Pull the car over!” 

Billy instanty pressed on the break causing a sudden stop, they simultaneously looked at each other, Billy’s smirk was gone, he was serious, wide eyed and conveying a pleading look to Nicole. She was hypnotised by his diamond blue eyes and plump lips as she looked at him he gave her thigh a small squeeze.

[majestyeverlasting]

Hi!! Could you write for Bucky prompts 4 and 26??

♡ Hi, Anon!! I love this prompt pairing so much! Thank you for requesting this, and for waiting on me to get around to it! In this one, Bucky and the reader visit a park in Brooklyn that stirs up some nostalgic memories. But what he doesn't know is that, later that night, he'll learn that he's going to be a father. There's some pretty fall imagery and lots of sweet moments. I hope you like it! (Note: this isn’t canon regarding Bucky’s true age)

♡ Prompt 4: "Remember we used to come here when we were kids?"

♡ Prompt 26: “I’m not reading this thing wrong, am I? You’re really pregnant?”

All I Ever Wanted

There was a crispness to the evening air as the beginnings of fall settled within Brooklyn. The trees of Prospect Park, once green, were slowly transitioning into rich shades of orange and red. As you and Bucky walked along one of the pathways, leaves crunching beneath your shoes, there was an absence of car engines and horns—it was peaceful. All there was to be heard was chirping birds, the soft chatter of other park-goers, and the occasional whir of a cyclist’s wheels whenever one passed by.

Upon reaching a wooden bridge, the gentle sound of flowing water emerged as well. Beneath it, was a slender waterfall that fed into a small pond with dead leaves floating on the surface. Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you admired it from over the railing. Somehow the whole day, including that moment itself, had managed to feel like a dream.

The two of you hadn’t been to Prospect Park in what felt like forever. Life had a way of sweeping you up in winds of responsibility that kept you from enjoying moments of stillness. But those winds had since drifted elsewhere, leaving the two of you with the freedom to simply be. Venturing out into nature and away from the noise had been Bucky’s suggestion earlier that morning. There was no place like the outdoors that was capable of soothing the soul.

“Look, doll,” he said eventually. Your eyes followed where his free hand pointed.

On one of the big rocks peeking out of the water below, a yellow butterfly had perched itself on a rock. “Yeah, I see it. It’s so pretty.” You smiled when he gave you a gentle squeeze.

“You know what butterflies symbolize?” You met his gaze, willing for him to continue. “Life and new beginnings,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

For a fraction of a second, you froze. You’d managed to keep yourself collected for the entirety of the day, but hearing those words quickened your heartbeat. Enough so that you became all the more reminded of what he didn’t know—not yet.

That morning, as he spoke to you through the bathroom door about going to Prospect Park, you’d been staring at a positive pregnancy test. You barely had enough breath to agree to the outing. And when he’d asked if you were okay, you told him you were fine, but left out the fact that your lives would be changing forever in the months to come.

The two lines on the stick explained weeks worth of your body trying to communicate to you. It explained that deep sense of knowing that refused to go away. To say that you wanted to merely tell Bucky would’ve been the largest understatement of your lifetime. With all the emotions that stirred within you, you wanted to scream, cry, and jump at the same time.

A voice within you encouraged you to make the moment you told Bucky really special and intimate. Especially considering every turn that his life had taken over the years. So you vowed to wait until the two of you arrived home from your evening at the park.

“Life and new beginnings,” you repeated. You were already aware that such was associated with butterflies, but hearing him say it in that moment carried a certain magnitude. “I love the sound of that.”

Later, after walking further, you found yourselves nestled on one of the benches overlooking the lake. The water sparkled in the warm light of the sun as it prepared to set. A couple men stood peppered along the bank fishing. Children giggled as they chased after each other. Paired with the fall trees and colors all around, it was nothing short of a beautiful scene.

You let your head rest on Bucky’s shoulder, and took his real hand in yours to play with his fingers. There was a time, years ago, when the two of you would play along that same lake—throughout the whole park, actually.

You were the first to speak after a while, “Remember we used to come here when we were kids?” You straightened up from his shoulder to look at him.

“Of course I do,” he said, a smile starting on his face. “Especially during the summer. We’d always try to find open fire hydrants to play in after we left. And if we were lucky, our mom’s would let us get ice cream or shaved ice,” he recounted, chuckling. “Those were the days.”

You shook your head. “I know. Now look at us.” About to have a child of our own, you thought.

“Yup. Time flies when you’re having fun,” he said, casting out a brief look around at the serenic evening. Then he focused back on you, his tone shifting, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...” you tried not to answer too fast. “Why?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes a bit and gave a shrug. “I don’t know, I can just tell that something’s on your mind—ever since this morning,” he noted. “But you have yet to tell me what that something is, pretty girl.”

It took everything not to tell him right then and there, as you sat under a blue and orange sky in the park you knew like the back of your hand.

You offered him half a smile. “I’m that easy to read?”

He lifted a shoulder. “Not necessarily. I’ve been reading you for a long time so it’s easy.” You allowed yourself to chuckle when he playfully quirked his brows. “So am I gonna have to work really hard to coax it out of you?”

You shook your head earnestly. “I promise I'll tell you when we get home… I have something to show you.”

On your way out of the park, there was a mama duck waddling under a tree with her ducklings trailing behind her.

It wasn’t until after you and Bucky made it back to your apartment, and had changed into something comfortable, that you told him you were ready. He sat on the edge of the bed as you went to retrieve the small gift box holding the pregnancy test. It was a miracle that you had had enough supplies left over from birthdays and holidays to be able to make it look as presentable as it did.

You extended it to him from a couple feet away. So much anticipation had built within you that you felt light, and as though you were buzzing.

Bucky accepted the box, and looked up at you. There was a sparkle in his blue eyes. “Why are you standing a mile away from me? C’mere.” You inched closer, and laughed when he pulled you to stand more so between his spread legs.

As he began to undo the white ribbon on the box, your lower lip was secured between your teeth. It seemed as though he was moving entirely too slow and fast at the same time.

As soon as he popped the lid off to reveal the pregnancy test sitting on top of little strips of crinkled, beige paper strips, your heartbeat sped up. Bucky’s attention lingered on the test. When he finally looked up, his gaze attested to the influx of thoughts that had been sparked into motion within his mind.

“I’m not reading this thing wrong, am I?” He briefly looked back down to stick again. Two lines. “You’re really pregnant?”

A smile broke across your face. With the news out, it felt as though you were uncaging a group of birds that had been longing for freedom for way too long. Before you could say anything else, Bucky set the box aside and stood to press his lips to yours. You stumbled back at the intentness in which he gripped your waist. It was a kiss that you felt every part of him through; his love, his passion, his warmth. And an intoxicating mix of joy and expectation.

He pulled away just enough to speak. “We’re gonna be parents?” His breath fanned over your lips. Then he leaned back in to kiss you once more, a soft peck. “You’re carrying our child?”

Bucky’s hands slipped under your shirt, and the feeling of palms against your skin was pleasant in the best way. One was cooler than the other, but they were both gentle and reverent.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I found out this morning.”

He scratched gently at your stomach, sending a shiver through you. “You managed to keep it to yourself the whole day. That’s what was on your mind?” He kissed you again.

“You have no idea how bad I wanted to tell you. No idea.” You brought your hands up to his cheeks, the budding stubble scratchy against your palms. “But I wanted to wait until we came back from Prospect.”

Bucky released a breath after a few beats of silence. “I don’t even know what to say,” he said, voice low. “This is so crazy—a good crazy.”

“I know. I’m happy and terrified at the same time,” you admitted. “I’ve never felt this way in my entire life, but it feels….”

“Good,” he finished.

A laugh escaped you. “Yeah.”

Seconds later, he was getting down onto his knees to be level with your stomach. It wasn’t until he lifted your shirt to press a kiss to your stomach that the reality of the moment set in. For the first time since learning about your pregnancy, tears slipped down your cheeks.

Bucky heard you sniffle, and stood back up to take your hands in his. “This is all I ever wanted, you know that, doll?” A few tears had come to the waterline of his eyes. “A beautiful wife, a family. This is all something I thought I’d never have.”

You sniffled again, nodding. “You deserve everything,” you murmured.

“I have my everything right in front of me.”

Without waiting another moment, you wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed him tighter than you had in a while. Parents. The two of you were going to be parents.

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[cewyll]

@rcppled​ said:

How many guys did they send looking for you? ( saul )

the last of us II. ( accepting )

❝ enough to know that i was right. they – they think i’m some sort of monster, a specimen to be observed, experimented on. all the while, they pretend to deify me as this... “lamb of columbia,” when i don’t even know what that means. ❞

FREEDOM WASN’T SUPPOSED to be this complicated. elizabeth curls up on a bench while booker scrounges in the bins nearby – she’s stopped scolding him, for all the good it does – and speaks to her shadow like a madwoman. if only they understood what a kind presence it harbors. ❝ i just ... want to get to paris. a-and then we can just be shut of all this, like mr. dewitt says. ❞

[captain-kinda-trash]

Hello love! I hope I’m one of your first asks!!! 😍

Can I order up a new love/confessing feelings with a side of fluff, a la Bayverse Donatello please?! 💜

Sure thing lovely!! Hope you enjoy!!

Truck Repairs (Bayverse! Donatello x Fem! Reader)

"Torque wrench please."

"Got it."

The slap of cool metal against scales resounded from underneath the Turtle Truck (a name Y/N commonly used, much to her companion's distaste), as Donnie was handed yet another tool from the plastic box next to his feet.

"Thank you." He huffed out. The cranking of gears, clinking of iron echoed out from the truck.

"Sure thing, Don," The girl said, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the turtle's legs, "How much longer do you think this should take?" Her eyes stole an extensive glance at those toned, long, delicious-looking limbs. Wait. What? That didn't come from her mind again, did it?

Of course, it did. When did it not? Donatello sighed, voice floating out from below the massive machine, and then the wheels of his skateboard rolled against the cement as he uses his feet to pull his body from underneath.

"Uh, I'm not sure. The damage inflicted on the lower regions of the compression body is pretty tremendous. It could take up a few days, weeks even, if not strategically maneuvered-" he pushed the goggles from his eyes to settle comfortably on the top of his head, revealing the glittering hue of those beautiful amber eyes, "But it seems to be going well at the moment."

His mouth cutely curled up into a smile, one that never failed to release a cocoon of uncaged butterflies in Y/N's stomach.

She grinned back, and then shyly turned to study the soles of her shoes, evidently more interesting than looking at his uncannily handsome face.

"That's good to hear. Maybe we should take a break soon. You've been working like crazy since you got back from patrol."

His smile very subtly faded at this suggestion, though he made sure that his friend didn't catch it. Donnie enjoyed this company that she provided working with him on the truck's repairs, much more than he was willing to admit. Though, yes, he could use a nice break, maybe grab a snack or glass of water, the mutant knew surely that nothing fueled his cravings like her sweet presence (incomparably rich to the taste of his beloved pop tarts).

And if the same wasn't in her book about him, then by gods...

I mean sure, he's a mutant. Gross right?

Wrong. So, so very wrong.

"Y-yeah I guess we could take a little break." He responded, then let out a sort of struggled grunt as his body lifted to sit upwards and rest his shell on the side of the garbage truck.

Y/N's eyes wandered once more at the marvelous rolling and extending of his muscles as he did so, draping a single sturdy arm across one knee and using the other to adjust his glasses. She gulped. Her gaze shamelessly traveled to the seemingly endless length of his legs, until she caught the quick movement of his head in her peripheral.

She immediately averted her stare, back down to the laces of her converse, trying to subside the heat crawling quickly over her neck.

"T-tell you what, why don't I go grab you a snack, and you stay here and see if there's anything else we can do." Y/N pushed herself up from the ground and before Donnie could respond, she had already scampered out of the workshop to avoid any further humiliation.

"O-okay!" He called after her, though the likeliness of hearing him was probably far gone since she was already in the kitchen by then.

Y/N grasped the bridge of her nose between her for dinner and thumb, letting out an exasperated sigh as the tap water still poured, pattering against the metal sink.

'He totally caught me staring,' she thought. Though her self-control was usually tempered, easily under restraint, it melted into a helpless puddle when Donatello's presence was made known around her. Hell, even passing up the open doorway of his lab as he worked was a strain, and Y/N found herself peeking in curiously as his eyes fixated carefully, passionately over a project as he worked.

It took every willful ounce in her body not to just snatch the tails of his violet bandana and yank him in for a savory kiss every time he was a few feet away from her.

Her brain, exhausted from such thoughts, tried to focus on her footfalls, the wrinkle of pop-tart wrappers, the clinking of ice against glass cups, a cool contrast against Y/N's warm arms.

She halted directly outside of the workshop, inhaled, exhaled, and then rounded the corner to see-

Nobody? Weird. Perhaps Donnie had gone to his lab to grab more tools or just put them away since the aforementioned bucket of appliances had gone missing right along with their possessor.

"Huh. Weird." Y/N thought aloud, and then after looking over her shoulder and out of the doorway, she decided that she might check out the inside of the truck. After all, it had been some time since she'd seen it and was rarely able to because of the lack of missions she joined in on.

She set the two cups of water and foil packages gently on a nearby bench, before making her way towards the rear entrance. Y/N's hands settled on the large iron handle wrapping their small extent around it and then pulled down with all of her strength.

Man, the brothers made it look so easy, and by the time the lever reached its lowest point with a loud click, she had managed to work up a bit of a sweat.

The door, a huge garage-like lift system on the back end of the truck, began to lift, creaking and groaning as it did so. Y/N smiled, eyes glancing down carefully as her feet made contact with each rising step into the truck.

However, her plan had been spoiled, if you could even call it that. Because, just as she was entering the vehicle, it seemed Donatello would be exciting. As Y/N looked up from the final footstep, and Donnie from his tech pad, their noses and mouths bumped, and all was still. Both of their bright eyes were wide with shock and unbearable mortification at the sensation of petal-soft skin against cool scales, lips awkwardly resting upon one another.

They both pulled away as fast as they had come together, though Y/N had been so caught up in her humiliation, that she forgot about the staircase behind her and lost footing. An abrupt shout escaped her lips, helplessly flailing her arms in the air to grab onto something and a strong pair of arms had quickly caught her.

When the girl hesitantly opened an eye to analyze her seemingly unfortunate position, all she was met with, was the shine of Donnie's lustrous eyes, glinting in the bright lights of the workshop. Both were heaving breaths, adrenaline rushing from the swiftness of this occurrence.

"Thanks..." Y/N managed to squeak, trying to calm the furious blush and racing tempo of her heart at the touch of Donatello's strong arms still wrapped around her, "I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes..."

At her remark, Donnie's expression seemed to relax, and he let out a little giggle of amusement. Y/N smiled softly, and then placed the tip of her finger on the bridge of his snout, accompanied with a small 'boop!' That made him laugh even more and then a snort, something he didn't seem to proud of.

"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" She asked, rather abruptly, and the blunt question caught the turtle off guard. She wanted to smack herself across the face at the spilling of her internal conflicts but figured that doing so would cause her further embarrassment. Instead, Y/N was stuck trying to interpret Donatello's dumbstruck expression.

"E-erm, uh no. No, I don't think you've told me that..." Stupid, stupid stupid! What a response! Donnie's mind quipped, Could have at least said thank you... "Y/N..."

"Yeah, Don?"

His answer was completely wordless, just boring endlessly into her sparkling eyes. Though his next move seemed to be a more suited response.

Before he could stop himself, Donnie closed the short distance between and capturing her mouth in a short kiss, tightening the strong grasp of his forearms around her waist and back.

Y/N blinked once. Twice. And nothing shifted, though seemed completely unreal, like one of the hallucinations that she'd conjured in her mind before.

But this was just so... Real. He pulled away before Y/N could fully process what was going on, leaving her mouth to chase after his momentarily.

"You're really... U-um, Y/N I think you're beautiful. And I have this strangely romantic fascination with you..." Donnie trailed off, realizing how utterly stupid he must sound, however, the girl held tightly in his arms found it extraordinarily romantic.

Her fingers danced around the back of his neck snatched the tails of his silk bandana, and then pulled him in again, this time for a lingering address on the lips, tilting her head just slightly to deepen it. Donnie let out a short squeak of surprise, that faded into a satisfied chirp, bellowing from his throat.

They broke away, heaving puffs of air, and idiot-like grins spread across their faces.

"I really like you too Donnie."

"I'm glad," he breathed, just inches away from her face, "cause now we can work together and you don't have to hide staring at my legs."

Y/N flushed immensely before swatting his chest repeatedly, trying to hide her smile at his amused laughter.

"Donatello I will take away your pop tart privileges!"

fin💜

[scribblestatic]

For a long time, the hedgehog is alone.

Not completely. There are little creatures that become curious of...what are they, actually? A her? A them? A him? Hmmm...

Him...sounds good.

Her does too, but something about her—

Pain pain lonely someone talk to me

...hurts.

The little creatures become curious of him, and he becomes curious of them in turn. He jogs around the island as he pleases, eats the fruits he finds, and sips water from the frequent rain.

But for some reason, the thought of swimming...

Agony

Loneliness

Testing testing

Locked away sick sick sick

The viruses crawl under your skin

The last time you were submerged

Nothing good comes from knowing water

He avoids it if he can.

Bathing is fine. Generally. Just scoop up the water, no need to submerge into it. So he stays clean.

Drinking is fine, too. No need to get into the water to drink. It's okay.

And he lives like this for a few years, his small, round body facing the world with little animal friends.

He helps them when they need it.

A tree fell over? He's not strong enough to pick it up yet, but if he spins real fast, he can cut through it.

Someone stuck on a ledge? He can vibrate his muscles enough that he becomes really fast. He can do it a lot better in his legs than his arms, so he becomes a fast runner. Simply run up the wall and catch the critter. All is well.

He experiments with his speed, running quickly around the island several times.

He likes the wind a lot. It brushes through his spines and he feels free. Open.

Uncaged.

He feels good. Freedom is good.

He thinks...yes...

Everyone should have freedom.

As he spends his time on the island, the ocean temporarily recedes. A path of land branches out, and he sees there's a way to explore.

Interested in this, he bids farewell to the little island, and he runs across the land bridge, hopping on rocks, glaciers, anything to keep from falling into the water.

He reaches other islands, ones that are much closer to each other with more land for him to explore.

Interested, he starts looking around.

It's around this time that he discovers...

Others.

There are more creatures that are not critters.

They are like him.

"Oh dear," one says, in a language he somehow understands, "Who let you run around without gloves? Without shoes? Poor thing, where are your parents?"

He's aware of what a parent is, but is unsure if he has those. He opens his mouth to try saying that, but for some reason, his voice doesn't come out. Like it's stuck. Like speaking would hurt.

You tried so hard to speak back then.

No one listened.

That won't change now.

His mouth shuts, and he simply shakes his head. The Other looks distressed by his answer.

"Oh dear... Oh poor dear. Come now, let me get you something."

The Other shows him to a town with more Others.

He learns they're called Mobians. That he is a Mobian.

Hedgehog, his mind supplies without him asking.

The Mobian woman, a dog? She buys him a little pair of shoes and gloves. She also takes him to buy a snack. To do so, she takes him to a market.

It's full of other Mobians, all of them wearing gloves and shoes, some of them wearing other clothes. Some have supplies from a place called "the Mainland", while others sell "local" things.

One Mobian is selling food from the Mainland has meat. It's in a strange cylindrical-like shape, but it smells really good. He hasn't had meat in a long time before.

The kind woman buys him the meat. The man puts something called ketchup on it, and he hands him the meat on a stick.

He takes it and, after blowing on it like the woman says, he takes a bite.

His eyes blow wide, and his tail starts wagging furiously.

It's divine.

The woman takes him to a place called a shelter, where he can stay and sleep. She can't keep him with her, but she hopes he does well and she was happy to meet him.

He's happy to have met her, too. And he trusts her, so he goes into the shelter.

But the shelter feels...cramped. Wrong.

Not because it's not comfortable, but bring in a building...in a room.

He leaves in the middle of the night, sleeping out in the forest instead. Napping in a tree ends up being a much better place for him after all.

[submission4]

The Case of the Uncool Ghouls Part 6

“HHHHNNNGGGG!!!” the Mad Hatter uttered in a growling moan and leapt at the two ghost hunters. Daphne and Velma, fleeing, turned this way and that, down ever darkening corridors, but the terrifying ghoul kept pace with them. Finally the cackling horror brought the girls to bay. Backed up against a wall they hugged each other desperately for comfort, looking for all the world not like the fearless creature capturers of Mystery Inc, but tearful damsels in distress, praying for rescue from Fred, Scooby,even Shaggy…. “Hgggn…” moaned the Hatter again and a cruel grin spread across his fiendish features as clawed hands were raised and he crept closer and closer to the young women, leering menacingly. Suddenly, adjusting her spectacles, Velma spoke. “Don’t crack your latex, Mr Ugly.” she said clearly. “”UNH?” came the confused ghost’s reply.

A whooshing sound was suddenly heard from above. The Mad Hatter turned his baleful eyes from his victims to look up. A large cage, constructed from broken pieces of furniture and held together by electric cable and purple pantyhose, came sweeping down. “Nooooo….!!!” came the ghoulish voice in a howl of anguish as the cage clanged neatly around the spectral figure, trapping him. The Hatter seized the bars and growled frantically, shaking the remarkably strong structure to no avail. His red eyes gazed at Velma and Daphne who no longer looked in the slightest scared. “Mr Hatter,” opined Velma, magnifying glass raised like a weapon, “you’re caught!”

Soon the Hatter’s outraged “WHAARGH!”s faded to something a little more familiar. “Aw let me outta here, girls,” came a nasal New York accent, “I was only playin’!” A grinning Velma strode forward put her hand through the cage and seized the Hatter’s head. She pulled, and a rubber mask came away to reveal… “Jack Jones, the gas station attendant!” exclaimed Daphne. Velma frowned. “The helpful young man who warned us not to come here!” she observed. The unmasked Jack looked crestfallen. “Let’s get you out of this cage and then you have sone questions to answer, Mr Jones,” said Velma seriously. Daphne smiled. “As soon as you uncage this creep, I’ll tie him up.” she laughed. “Luckily I always bring lots of spare pairs of my tights on jobs!” The former Mad Hatter gazed at the long legged auburn haired beauty sullenly.

Sources: iStock; Pinterest; Maze Studio and York in a Box

[rolotouto]

Black Knights Rolo’s lines as you get more Dearness levels: 1) I just wanted to protect Brother... And yet, I... 2) If it’s for Brother’s sake, I will do anything. Even if it’s the Geass that Brother left behind. 3) There is only one person in the world who can give orders to me. Only the orders of that person who is the connection between me and Brother. 4) I had never doubted the mandates I was given. Is it such an odd thing to feel happy when fighting? 5) All I have to do is make sure Uncage Protocol succeeds. ... After that? I haven’t thought of anything after that. 6) You are fighting for this world’s tomorrow out of your own volition... Not because it’s someone’s order, but for everyone’s sake. 7) And I’m part of that “everyone”...? So you too are telling me to live... 8) Once I finish protecting the only connection between Brother and me that’s left, will it be okay for me to live in the world that has become peaceful...? 9) You are strange... You ask nothing of me, but you are trying to give me a place to stay. I have the feeling that you are similar to somebody.  --- Again, the voice is Rolo’s, but the lines themselves... Because, alright, if Rolo asks himself “What should I do now? What did Brother want from me in the end?" then “I have to protect Nunnally and Shirley; and also, according to Shirley, he wanted me to live on as well” is indeed the right answer I guess, but to reach said answer Rolo would first need to be able to not mentally collapse. We know he is probably pretty used to putting his emotions aside in order to allow for missions to succeed, but if that’s what he’s doing here, then he’s reverting to being unable to honor his own feelings. Like he’s living for someone else’s sake, rather than because he wants to live. And there’s no way that the same Rolo who at this point of the story depended on Lelouch being there for him so much that he would MURDER PEOPLE LELOUCH LOVED could suddenly lose Lelouch and realize ‘Wait, maybe I can be happy without Niisan after all’ before choosing to take his own life (which we've seen he doesn’t hesitate to do in Turn 19). And I said “lose Lelouch” because I think that alone would have left Rolo unable to envision himself having a “place to belong” in the world anymore, but when you change “lose Lelouch” to “kill Lelouch with his own hands” then that’s a whole new level of absolutely unbearable existence. My two cents.