#//really hot blonde lady started hitting on you?? especially if its never happened before

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

The Bet (Bakugou x reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x female reader Word count: 2,653 Warnings: 18+, orgasm denial, over stimulation Notes: An excellent idea I had one day. I was originally going to send this idea in an ask to @lady-bakuhoe (especially since the idea came from something she said once), but I never got around to it and then realized I could write it for Bakugou’s birthday bash. I hope this is good, this is my second 18+ fic and the first one to actually have vaginal penetration, so I hope I did it justice.

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"Bakugou's hot, but he's probably terrible at sex," you said to a friend once.

You were in your workshop. And your friend was free and decided to come around. She was an old classmate from U.A.’s support course. You rarely saw each other since graduating. But whenever you did see her, it was always an enjoyable experience. So it was decided that you would catch up while you were working.

The conversation somehow led to the point where she started pondering how the pro heroes could do the deed. Of course, she mainly mentioned the popular ones. Which led her to mention Bakugou.

"What was that!?" Bakugou came barreling into the room. A vein bulging from his forehead.

Perhaps it would have been best if you remembered that you were finishing up a project for Bakugou. And that he was in the next room waiting for it to be done. You didn’t know him well the first two years in U.A., but the last year you were given the task of inventing something for him. Ever since then, you had taken more jobs for him and became friends of a sort.

It was too late to take your words back now, and you just had to roll with it. Plus, it was the truth.

"I said you'd be terrible at sex."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you could be! How do you know? Last I checked, you still had your v-card."

"Does he really?" Your friend asked, her emotions a combination of shock and amusement.

"Yeah." You laughed.

"Shut up! I'd be the best at it, and you know it!"

"No, I bet you wouldn’t."

"I bet would!"

"Prove it!"

"Fine! Let's settle this right now!"

His words catch you off guard, but you aren't losing to him. "O-okay! As long as you're paying for the hotel room."

You and Bakugou left the room. You looking up a good place on your phone. And your friend sat there, wide eyed, with her mouth gaping.

It went how you expected.

You asked for a room, after having Bakugou’s promise that he'd pay you back. You texted him the room number so he could sneak in from the back without being noticed. Lord knew the media internet would go crazy if they saw pro-hero Dynamite enter a hotel room with some girl. Especially if anyone happened to notice condoms in his pocket. You also made sure to text your friend later and make her promise not to tell anyone.

He was very clearly inexperienced. Jackhammering into you, not even pay attention to your clit. Eventually he did remember that you had to please the other person to be good at sex. But his attempts were clumsy.

You had to remind him to stay quiet several times when his growls got too loud. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, he came and struggled to hide his exhaustion. It ended there.

"See, you're terrible at it. Not even close to cumming." You told him. And with that, you left to go get your vibrator.

It was a while until you saw him again. You were called into another city for work, and was just getting back. And it just so happened that you were back when it was Bakugou’s birthday.

Kirishima and a few other classmates from his U.A. days arranged a party at his place, one you were doubtful that Bakugou had agreed to. You were invited, which surprised you, but you accepted. You did your best to converse, but it was difficult when you didn’t know most of them particularly well. You mostly hung around Bakugou.

As evening bled into night, people slowly began leaving. You hadn’t left yet because you, quite frankly, had nothing better to do. Though, you thought it would be nice if you could catch up with Bakugou alone.

The conversation was fairly mundane. Work, news. At least both of your workplaces were fairly interesting. He had the usual angry bite to his voice, but you expected it of him at this point. You were asking him about how the improvement you finished for him was working out, when he had a faraway look in his eyes. His cheeks had turned a red color. You asked him what he was thinking about.

"We still haven't settled our bet!" He said.

"What?"

"Our bet! You said I was bad at sex!"

"This again? I thought we settled it. And, as I said, you were bad at it."

"No! That was just a fluke! We're gonna do it again!"

You let out a sigh. "Nothing's going to change. We already did it once and know the answer."

"You're just saying that because you're afraid you're going to lose." He pointed at you.

That was it.

"No," you glared, "I'm not."

"Then what's stopping you!?"

"Nothing!" You stood up. "Where’s the bedroom?"

With a smirk, he pointed with his thumb.

How did you get yourself into this? Well, you said you didn’t have anything better to do.

You confidently strode over to the bed. Throwing the bottom half of your clothes off, you got onto the mattress and waited. He wasted no time in undoing his belt with a quick jingle, and climbed over you. You felt the bed dip under your combined weight as he ran a finger against your folds.

He pushed one finger into your hole. Last time he had just tried to shove his length in, which is why his new behavior confused you. Though you didn’t dwell on it. Your tight walls clamped down on his finger as he added a second one. You hissed at the stretch. He shoved them in and out of you, knuckles deep. His fingers brushed against your sensitive spot. You bit your lip in an attempt to not buck into his fingers.

"Everything alright?"

The words alone would have made you believe he was genuinely concerned. But you saw his face, his smirk. His words dripped with sarcasm.

"Yeah, of course. Just waiting for you to actually be good at this," you retorted.

Your comment didn’t seem to have any effect on his ego. He twisted his digits around, until they brushed against a spot that almost made you lose your composure.

You hoped he didn't notice, but he must have, because he applied more pressure to it. The sheets bunched up in your hands as you grasped at anything to stop the moan that threatened to escape from your throat.

Your breaths became labored and inconsistent. To your embarrassment, you could hear the wet slide of his finger that came out only to hit the spot once more. A pressure built up inside of you, begging to be released the more intense it became.

A long whine escaped from you, still heard even with your mouth closed. Your thoughts blurred. You were close. You tried to resist at first, but was slowly surrendering.

Almost as soon as you had come to accept it, it stopped. Your heart rate quickened as if facing a fatal misfortune.

"What? You weren’t going to cum if I'm bad at sex, right? Or do you want to be wrong?"

No. Your pride was on the line and you weren’t losing.

He got on top of you. You sunk further into the mattress with his arms caging you in. You could smell yourself on his fingers. He tugged down his pants and boxers, finally releasing his cock from its confines.

You pursed your lips at seeing how large it was. You didn’t think you'd see it again after the first time. The blond ripped a condom out of the crinkling plastic and put it on.

He ran the tip along your slit. It pushed against your clit. You grasped the covers and bit your lip to conceal a whine. Collecting your arousal. This was different from last time. He just stuck it in.

He was taking so long to just stick it in! Your hole clenched around nothing in anticipation. It was almost like he was being slow on purpose. Making you desperate for him after you challenged him.

You must have accidentally shown some of your frustration on your face. He leaned in with a smirk. His breath fanning your warm face as his tip pushed even harder against your sensitive bud. You let out a gasp.

"What's wrong, princess?" He said mockingly. Enjoying your pain. God, you wished you could punch him.

"Nothing, just wonder when y--" he suddenly pushed into you, not even letting you finish.

Your mouth gaped open and eyes widened, feeling him invade your pussy. His smirk grew and he repositioned himself. His mouth was at your neck. You could feel his sharp breaths on you.

"You can't handle my cock when I haven't even moved yet?" His growls vibrated against your skin. "Need me to stay still even longer?"

You couldn't let him win. You were never going to give him that satisfaction. "No," you lied.

You regretted it immediately. His length started pistoning in and out of you. So fast you almost lost yourself.

His hips slightly adjusted their thrusts. Confusion began to show on your face until it twisted back into shocked pleasure when he hit that perfect spot. You couldn’t stop a moan from tumbling out of your mouth. That little ba-

"Ah-hh!" He kept hitting it at an unforgiving pace.

“Heh. You’re enjoying it this much already?”

“No--” you were cut off by a moan escaping your throat. “God, right there.”

You could feel him grin as he began biting your neck. Licking, and teasing where you were most sensitive. All the while, he moved a hand down to your neglected clit. He rubbed circular motions into it. A small moan tumbled out of you.

You could feel it, a heat intensifying again. A lot faster after being edged the first time. It was coming. You were going to cum. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but you were so close.

He must have been able to tell. Because he slowed. Oh, he slowed to a painful pace. Your eyes went wide in panic.

"What are you doing?! Why did you--?" One quick thrust interrupted you before slowing again. You were hating this new habit of his.

"Nothing. Just not letting you cum until you beg for it. So beg."

You shook your head. You were dripping. Your primal instincts screaming at you. But you had enough wits about you to not sacrifice your dignity.

He shrugged, the slightest bit of irritation in his face. "Suit yourself."

He continued at the same, slow, painful pace. You withheld a whine of quickly losing the promise of a release. Gradually he began going faster. Consistent, quick claps filled the room once more. You twisted the soft sheets in your hand. Trying to hide how quickly the pressure was built up again.

He was making an absolute mess out of your pussy and of you.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to get fucked real good.” His pace was relentless. Words couldn’t even form in your head from the overstimulation.

Almost there. Almost- then any sort of stimulation stopped again.

You felt like crying. No, you were crying. Desperate to meet your end. Your attempts to be subtle while helpless grinding on his cock was pathetic. And you knew it.

He let you fall from your high, only to build you back up again. Your body writhing, feeling every cell in your body overheating.

"What's wrong? Need me to make you feel good? Need me to finish you off? That's right! You need me right now. Me and my cock."

Your mind was too clouded to even create a witty response. He wasn't this good last time! What happened?

Your eyes went wide at this realization. "How are you--?"

"I did my research."

"I thought Midoriya was the only one who would- ah-h!"

"Don't," he gave an extra hard thrust, hitting your cervix, "say his name. I should be," he pounded into you at every word like a punctuation, "the only person you can even think of right now."

You frantically nodded, completely forgetting about the competition you had made this out to be.

A strong arm wrapped around you, holding you against him. He grinned while staring at your face, contorting in pleasure.

You let out a long whine, combined with a sob. "Please," you said, forgetting everything. Screw your dignity and pride. You couldn’t take this anymore.

"Please what?" He teased, savoring the victory on his tongue.

"Please," you mindlessly babbled. Tears rolled down your face as your resolve shattered, "please let me cum. Please. Please. Please."

"Well, all you had to do was ask." He hit the perfect spot in you. Over and over again, while rolling your clit between his fingers.

Almost instantly, it all returned and you felt yourself gushing all over him. Relief and euphoria flooding through you. He kept thrusting into you during your orgasm, making your brain spark and sputter.

As you started to come down from your high, was when he came undone. He grunted and gave one shove to the hilt, creating a large wet slap.

He slumped over somewhat, having lost his rigid energy from before. He pulled out of you. Your own liquid running out and making your skin sensitive to the air. Your breaths were still deep. You tried to pull yourself together as quickly as you could and started to sit up.

"No way, sister." He pushed you back down by your shoulders. He threw the used condom to the side and put a new one on in a fluid motion. He was already hard again… "We're not done yet."

He pushed calculated thrusts into your sopping pussy. Continuing at a pace only a hero could so short after cummimg. His strong hands clamped down on your hip, letting him roll into you more easily. Constant pressure to your g-spot made your eyelids flutter.

It built up and snapped all over again. You moaned out gibberish deliriously. Waves of pleasure washing over you becoming harder to stand.

He showed no sign of stopping. Angling himself to ram into that spot mercilessly. He adjusts his hand to allow his thumb access to your clit. He lifted up your shirt and bra and leaned down to lick and nibble at your breasts. You tried to pull away, the overstimulation being too much, but he held you down.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Body heating up so much you thought you would catch fire. He shoved you over the edge once again. And again. Reminding you of a computer stalling, only to perform the action you wanted far too many times.

His face was twisted in a determined concentration before it finally relaxed in a groan. Finally he came again. He let out a long sigh before letting himself fall on the bed next to you, sweat glistening on his toned body.

You both lay there. Recovering your energy, trying not to give into exhaustion demands to fall asleep. Apparently it took more out of him than he let on. You tried to ignore how wet you felt.

You breathed heavily. Trying to catch your breath. "That was… better."

"Better? Do you know how many times you came?"

"Yeah. But, just," you took a deep breath every word, "not sure. I would have to try again, to really know. It could have been a fluke." You were too tired to even acknowledge your pathetic argument.

"There’s no way it could have been a fluke!"

"It was the last time, according to you. Why can't it be one again." Trying to remember you schedule was getting easier as you came down, but was still hard. "I'm busy tomorrow. Next week?"

"Three days from now."

"Deal."

But you would only have to wait for two.

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the sum beamed down not so harshly as the cool spring breeze blew around the beautiful park peacefully. children running around the playground set and some teenagers that you recognize from school socializing with one another, some making out on the benches but hey, you weren’t judging.

you sat down on the grass, up against a big tree- under the shade with all of your homework and folders spreadout, making sure to place your backpack on top so it won’t fly away. you had your hair up and in a ponytail so the locks wouldn’t get stuck onto your shiny lipgloss that covered your lips because it literally irked your soul when it happens.

you took a moment to give yourself a quick break, taking a sip of your chilled water, the cold liquid feeling amazing going down your throat. you looked over to see your bestfriend making small talk with her ultimate school girl crush, bucky. now everyone knows that the bucky barnes is a extreme ladies man. with one move or look he’ll have a girl swooning on their knees in no time... i mean who blames them? he’s hot as fuck, his long chestnut hair so beautifully laying right where he shoulder connects, and that little stubble? gosh...

now even though bucky is extremely attractive, he wasn’t really your type. yes, bucky is very well known in your school and a jock on top of that but he is just a all time gentleman. when you first came to stark high, you instantly thought he’ll be a dick— just like all of the jocks but... he’s the complete opposite. he always helped you when you dropped your books or being the clumsy shit you are, he even catches you when you're close to falling right on the ground. bucky was just a sweetheart but once again.. a ladies man. you just wanted the best of the best for your bestfriend but she knows what’s she’s getting into and that was completely fine with you.

you had stopped doing your homework when you felt and saw that the sun had disappear.

a tall (6’3 to be exact) very built, dirty blonde haired boy is standing right in front of you. you looked up to his face and went stone.

the boy apologized, holding a white sheet of paper in his calloused hand as he looked at you, “i’m so sorry but uhm, your paper flew away and i grabbed it for you... i hope that was fine” you heard him nervously speak.

you went to open your mouth it but quickly shutting it, then opening it again after you came up with words. “no that’s fine! thank you so much for doing that, i didn’t even see it. i am literally going to be dead if i don’t get all of this done” you chuckled, taking the paper from his hand gently as he held it out to you.

the boy did a quick look over at your work and smiled. “you’re in biology? i’m in the same hour as you, i did this already- i can help you if you want” he beams, a hopeful glint in his bright blue irises that you swore that sparkled.

you sent him a soft smile with a nod that eased his noticeably nerves, he took a seat on the blanket you had on the grass right next you. as he sat you turned your head to really look at him and wow... his face is literally something else, just beauty is all you could see when you look at him. but the confusion was evident in your face because he said he has the same biology hour as you and you’ll never in your life forget a face like his.

“what’s your name?” you ask him, his head snapped to yours answering your question.

“steve, steve rogers. what’s yours?” he asked back.

“y/n, y/n y/l/n.... how come i don’t see you around school? cause i’m pretty sure i’ll never or anyone would ever forget a face like yours” you unintentionally flirted, a cheeky grin spreading your across your lips a bit when you saw a pink-reddish hue paint his cheeks and the top of his ears. making him so much prettier than he already was.

“well um, i’m usually one of the quiet ones you know? i don’t really have any feelings about school whatsoever, i just go in do what i need to do and just walk right back out. never really socialize all that much with someone from school until now... with you- well bucky too but he isn’t the subject” steve explained, his full pink lips going between his pearly teeth, nibbling.

“i can so understand that, school can be a lot especially with of bunch of fucking people thinking their better than everyone... you know bucky?” you quipped after a moment, the both of you just sitting there against the tree peaceful and content just getting to know one another.

“yeah, he’s a childhood friend. knew that jerk all my life” steve held a nostalgic smile, slips of memories hitting him in one swift second. you looked up at him before tilting your head in question, “do you have any friends besides bucky?”

his eyes met yours, shaking his head with a hum. “nope, just bucky. it has always been like that” his tone held a bit of sadness as he spoke, but it also held conformation like he was cool and okay with it being that way.

“well, mr. rogers, you have just made a new friend” you playfully smirked, nudging his broad shoulder as steve met your eyes once more with a wide toothy grin, his anxious state instantly fading “well, miss. y/l/n, since your my friend how about we go and do some friend activities? that new carnival just opened up and i heard their funnel cakes are to die for” and he likes carnivals?? and he wants to take you?? funnel cakes? no, steve rogers is the one to die for.

“i’d love to go! that sounds so awesome- wait right now?” you interrupt your previous sentence, seeing steve putting all of your stuff back into the folders.

“yes”

“no, wait i don’t have any cash!”

“it’s on me, if that wasn’t obvious enough”

“okay you certified smartass what part of ‘im literally going to be dead if i don’t get this done’ did you not understand!” you pointed towards your work that steve was putting away.

“shhh” steve laughed loudly as he shushed you, putting your folders in your open backpack neatly, zipping up the bag before slinging it over his shoulder; walking backwards as he spoke to you, “who says no to funnel cakes? aliens” steve deadpanned with his arms out

“that makes no sense- hey wait up!” you shouted with a laugh when he took off towards the parking lot. you followed quickly behind him, steve slowed down and stopped at a motorcycle that you just prayed wasn’t his. you came to his side with wide eyes, “steve. i am not riding on a bike”

“oh come on, why not... scared?” he chuckled when he felt a light punch at his arm.

“i’m not scared” you defended, arms folding in front of your chest. he raise a brow, lifting the seat part of the bike; pulling out a helmet. “so what’s the problem?” steve teased, earning himself a eye roll.

“hey, if you don’t want to go it’s okay i promise, i just want you to be comfortable” his voiced turning from its teasing tone to a comforting one. you smiled at this before slowly taking the helmet out of his hands. “let’s go”

steve returned the smile before starting the engine, “just hold on to me and relax. you’ll be fine, i positivity promise, i’m good at this” steve informed, a soft beam on his face when he felt your arms wrapping around him.

“if you say so”

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[aurora-the-kunoichi]

The Forgotten - Chapter Five Punishment

Here is the fifth Installment

Full story here

Warning: Blood, gore, mild torture, mild smut

 Aurora utilized those precious few moments she still had with Leo, running her hands over his face, arms and torso drinking in as much of him as possible, before they came for him. He looked so peaceful lying there, eyes closed, taking even unhurried breaths. Like so many times before when she’d wake before them memorizing every scar and scrute as they dreamed peacefully, another life time, so far away.

 Leaning forward she took her final taste of his lips as the door opened to her room.

Aurora ordered Leonardo’s unconscious body returned to the location they had apprehended him. He couldn’t stay in the base, no matter how bad she wanted to keep him close. Though if and when Donnie returned, the genius would want access to his brothers. But she needed him out of there before he escaped and gave away their location to Bishop’s troops. Her first priority was to the people here, if their safe haven was compromised everything would be lost.

 As they hoisted Leonardo onto the cart, Casey stepped in front of Aurora insisting the kunoichi didn’t accompany them. Her first reaction was to object but after a few moments she reluctantly agreed. At this moment she was too emotional, she could change her mind and go get him. So, she added not to be informed of the drop site.

 She watched them prep him for transport; sound canceling headphones were put over his ears set to an annoying brand of music and his eyes covered with dark fabric. Before the hood was pulled over his green crown Aurora bent down cupping his cheeks to gather his warmth in her palms.

 “You have an hour to get him there and get clear before the pressure points wear off. It usually takes a few hours on a human, but the mutagen helps him recover faster, his muscles don’t hold the pressure as long. Don’t stop; don’t engage any hostiles, especially his brothers if you encounter them. Get in and get out.”

 They left with the leader a few minutes later and with a huff Aurora sat down on the edge of her bed. Her hands ran back into the messy sheets finding them still a little damp from their tryst. She suddenly had an insatiable need to smell him again. Crawling onto the mattress her face ran over the sheets taking in his scent that still lingered there. She had touched them all except for Michelangelo today. But she knew when Leo returned home and the youngest found he was the last to leave his scent on her Mikey would rectify that rather quickly.

 Wrapping the blankets still thick with Leonardo’s scent around her, Aurora closed her eyes and found slumber quick to take its hold. Leo’s face flush with pleasure was the last thing she thought of before she fell asleep.

 She slept for several uninterrupted hours cocooned in their memories and smell. It wasn’t until a soft tapping at her door that finally woke her from sleep. Her voice groggy and sleep laden allowed entrance into her room.

 The heavy door opened slowly and April came into focus as her eyes adjusted to the hallway light from the doorway. In her hand was a plate and the wondrous smell of bacon filled the large space.

 “Rise and shine sugar tits. Casey scored some bacon on his way home last night; I thought you’d enjoy some.”

 “That big beautiful idiot, it’s about time he made himself useful.” Sitting up in her bed Aurora’s hands rose above her head to stretch out the sore muscles in her body. “God I think it’s been a year since I’ve had some.” Accepting the plate Aurora bit down on a still hot slab of pork. The salty goodness burst with flavor coating her tongue delightfully and Aurora’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Fuck, that’s delicious and you made it crispy just the way I like it. You do care….”

 “Most days……”

 “Bitch…” Aurora laughed slipping the rest of the piece in her mouth. “How long have I been out?”

 “Ten hours, but you needed it. If it wasn’t for this pipin hot pig and a lead to follow I’d order you to stay in bed a few more. But alas duty calls, I need that fine ass up, showered and in the war room in 30 minutes.” April leaned down to Aurora and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

 “Ok mother.”

 “Don’t sass me little lady. You’re lucky I don’t ground you after last night’s debacle.”

 “You would have done the same.”

 “Touché, I’m just glad no one was killed. He could have easily cleaned house last night. I think if you weren’t here last night it would have been a completely different outcome.”

 “I agree, sadly.”

 April stopped at the door and turned back around to face her friend; her face held the seriousness of the situation but as their eyes met April’s lips curled just a little with mischief. “For…..reasons…..how was it?”

 “Heartbreakingly good.”

 “I’m glad but I’m sorry at the same time.”

 “Thanks.”

 The hot spray of the shower was usually a relief to Aurora, the warmth seeping into her tired muscles and washing away her daily tasks. But the thought of washing away the evidence of Leonardo’s visit was excruciating. What had transpired was dangerous, he had nearly killed her the last time they met, but she could see it in his eyes. He was a desperate man and she gambled with her life, it was stupid but she needed it as much as Leo did….maybe more. That piece he shared was just a taste of what she had been missing all these years. People would think it selfish and maybe it was but what miserable existence they had. All that they had given up, no promise of life with each mission, a little happiness was due every once in a while, no matter how short lived it was. For all she knew she would never see them again.

 Finished with her shower Aurora pulled on fresh clothes and headed out to the war room anxious to hear about the new lead that was found.

  The warmth of her was gone, but as he came to the scent remained strong and evident on his flesh. Taking a deep breath Leo tried to sooth the swimming headache throbbing in his skull. She really did know how to adjust the pressure points on their bodies taking in account of the shells on their backs. Curiouser and curiouser, each time they had an encounter with that woman……Aurora, things seemed to become more confusing yet more clear. If that was possible, someone was lying that he was certain but was his master or the woman who was driving him and his brothers insane? But right now he had bigger problems.

 He had woken up where he had laid his trap. A carefully planned scheme he had worked on for months down the drain because of that woman. That infuriatingly beautiful woman, she really did have some sort of hold on him. Maybe there was truth her to lies, she said something was in him? What did she mean by that?

 Stumbling to his feet Leo began his trek back to main headquarters and Leonardo was not looking forward to reporting his failure to Bishop. The man did not take failure well; his tolerance was paper thin but Leonardo rarely came back with bad news so there was hope…..perhaps. The rebel base was supposed to be overrun with his brothers and Bishop’s men by now. If he hadn’t been weak and sought out the blonde, his mission would have been successful. Her name even if not spoken out loud had a profound effect on the leader. Leo’s heart tightened and his insides spun with an unknown feeling. A feeling that took control of him as he searched for the vexing woman’s room in their base and claimed her in her ridiculously large bed. It could easy fit him and his brothers along with her……like it was meant for them all.

 A sudden vision of Raphael, Mike, and him with another turtle wrapped around Aurora sent his head spinning and his chest constricting in unimaginable pain. It intensified as he focused on the fourth mutant turtle he had never seen before but somehow looked familiar. Purple was wrapped around his skull and he was taller than them all, for some reason he knew he was a genius. Brother? Another heart stopping shot of pain surged through his chest and Leo toppled onto his knees clutching at his harness as he struggled to breath.

 What was that, a memory? Why did it hurt so much? Holding his labored breathing Leo closed his eyes and cleared his mind until the pain passed allowing him to stand and resume his return to base.

 The moment he entered into their home base both Raphael and Michelangelo were on him.

 “Where the fuck have you been? You were supposed to call us hours ago!”

 Leonardo ignored his hothead brothers’ questions pushing past him to make his way towards their shared quarters. He was not in the mood, but Leo should have known Raphael was not one to be ignored. His brother’s large mitt encircled his arm and yanked him to a halt.

 “Fuck you if you think you’re gonna pull the silent leader bullshit today. Despite your failure to inform us of the rebels base Mike and I were fuckin worried.” Raphael whipped his older brother around to look into his eyes. He wanted a fuckin explanation. “You were supposed to get ‘caught’ and taken to their base to escape then tell us where ya were so we could overtake them………” Raphael’s nostrils flared, and his line of questions halted abruptly. The grip on his brother’s arm intensified as his eyes dilated with realization.

 Leo winced at the increasing pressure and tensed further feeling his youngest brother get closer scenting the air as well.

 “Ya bro, what kept you?”

 Raphael leaned in close almost pressing his beak to his brother’s plastron and took in a long pull of air. Then something unexpected happened, his hothead brother pulled away with is mouth open wide in a toothy grin and started to cackle. It was a deep sound that started in the depths of his chest.  “You botched the mission for a piece of blondie?!”  The barreling laughter began to rise. “This is fuckin rich! Mr. Self-control couldn’t keep it in his pants to finish the mission.”

 Mikey hit Raph in the shoulder trying to pull him away from Leo, “Shut up Raph. If Bishop hears that he’ll….”

 Refusing to give Raph the satisfaction of acknowledging his weakness for the woman Leo ripping his arm free and pushed past him but stopped in his tracks nearly running into his master.

 Bishop though smaller than the three brothers stood with such confidence the mutants stepped back falling into line on instinct. The dark shades that sat upon his nose was adjusted and his suit jacket opened with a flick of his thumb and forefinger. “Is this true Leonardo? Did you fail in your mission over the blonde commander?”

 The usually stoic leader’s head fell unable to look Bishop in the eye. “Master, I went to her chambers to subdue her. She is a formidable fighter, but I have a weakness for the woman that I cannot comprehend. I am drawn to her and she welcomes it. I lost myself in her and she took full advantage rendering me unconscious. I will not fail you again Master.”  

 A heavy sigh came from the man as he took his sunglasses from this nose ridge to clean them. “I am disappointed in you Leonardo. You, out of your brothers are the most disciplined and to let a mere woman take you from your mission makes me question your loyalty to me. Was I wrong to give you the highest command in my army?”

 “No Bishop, you were not. I….”

 Bishop cut him off moving past the leader to his younger brothers. “You see Leonardo, when you are the leader; you hold the lives of your men in your hands. The responsibility of the mission, of your success rests on those large shoulders of yours.” Bishop moved around Michelangelo to Raphael. “You see, I chose you. Because I knew you could handle the pressure, but I am aware you are still human….so to speak. You are not without your flaws, but you see, there has to be consequences to your actions.”

 Leonardo did not like the way Bishop was circling his brothers eyeing them like they were prey, “Yes, I am fully prepared to receive my punishment Master.”

 “And receive you shall.” Bishop’s hand reached for the top of Raphael’s shoulder and pulled. “On your knees Raphael. You and your brother are going to help me show your leader what happens when he disappoints me.”

 Honeyed eyes met blue, weary of what was happening, but Raphael swallowed the rising lump in his throat obeying his superior sinking slowly to his knees. “Master Bishop, Leo isn’t the only one distracted by her. Mike and I…..” The man’s hand squeezed painfully into the muscle of his shoulder making the brute wince.

 “Quiet Raphael, know your place.” His hands moved to his glasses and pulled them free of his face and folded them carefully placing them into his jacket pocket. “Your team is small, so the effects of your decisions affect them more, but you ultimately suffer the most.” Bishop leaned down wrapping his long fingers around the hilt of Raphael’s long blade strapped to his side. Slowly he removed the blade from its sheath and rested the business end against the scales of his red banded brother’s arm.

 Leo’s brother instincts kicked in and moved forward to protect his brother. He wanted to reach for his katanas, Bishop was their Master, their commander, their savoir but right now he was threatening the only two people he loved on this miserable planet.

 “Unless you wish for their punishment to be far worse, I suggest you stay where you are Leonardo. And if your brothers do not wish for this to happen to you, I hope they do the same. You need to be taught a lesson Leo; no deed goes unpunished.”

 Movement halted but his senses were still on high alert. Leo’s hands clenched into tight fists and his eyes locked with Raph as his green scales gave way to the sharp metal of his own blade. The tip sunk into the dense tissue and began its decent down the deltoid drawing a steady river of crimson in its wake. “Please, not my brothers, I’ll take this, it’s for me and my failings not theirs. They weren’t even there!” Leo voice had risen in pitch watching Raphael groan in agony but stayed where he was told.

 “That would be too easy, you are self-sacrificing Leonardo so taking this pain, this punishment would not heed the lesson. But if you witnessed your loved ones suffer this, it would be engrained in your memory a constant reminder not to fail me again.”

 “I’m fine fearless, I can take it.” Raphael tried his best not to make a sound while the blade began to carve through the thick muscle of his bicep. His nostrils flared trying to regulate his breathing. Something he was taught..by….not Bishop…..but by who? His mind began to scream at him adding to the excruciating pain radiating through his arm. Raph closed his eyes taking in heavy uneven breaths and a hoard of rats swarmed his vision.

 Bishop paid no attention to Raphael keeping his sight solely on the panicking leader. “You did this, you did this to him. You three are beasts, unworthy of love. You actually think that woman truly cares for you….FOR ANY OF YOU! She is a kunoichi, a deceitful vile whore trying to wear you down, gain your trust so she can find me to kill me.” The blade pulled from Raphael’s flesh with a sickening sound and Bishop thrust the tip into the exposed side of Raphael’s body between his plastron and shell. Almost instantly he began to drag the blade down opening up a large weeping gash in Raphael’s’ side.

 This time Raphael gasped in pain letting out a breathless growl, “F..uh….uck.”

 “You are nothing without me, I am all you have. If it wasn’t for me you would have been put down in the labs I found you in! I spared your lives, ME! I gave you purpose!  The rebels only want information from you nothing more. You are freaks; monsters and they will kill you the first chance they get.”

 Gritting his teeth watching his brother in pain Leo kept the fact the rebels had done no such thing. The only thing they threatened was to take him to R&D and remove what was ‘inside of him’. None of them had looked scared or even disgusted by his appearance.

 Blood was now pooling at the brute’s feet slipping down his green flesh like a waterfall.

 “That’s enough!” Leo couldn’t take it anymore. The look on Raph’s face was cutting into his soul squeezing his heart to the point of him unable to pull in a full breath.  

Bishop’s eyes darkened at the challenge put after a few never ending moments he pulled the knife free turning to Michelangelo to continue his ‘lesson’.

 Not to be outdone by Raph, Mikey held his ground ready to take his part in all of this. Planting his feet the youngest stood tall but soon found the solid walls of his brothers in front of him an impenetrable force keeping Bishop and his punishment far from their little brother.

 Leo growled at Bishop holding the bloody knife that was just inside his brother’s side a few moments ago. “I said that is enough. You’re point was well taken.”

 It took their master a few agonizing moments to come up with a decision whether to punish them further or concede. He took a fresh cloth from his breast pocket and wiped the crimson from the knife and held it back out to its owner for retrieval. “Very well, but next time Michelangelo will get it much worse than Raphael did…..much worse. I tire of these games the resistance plays. I want this over with. I want that base found and those three commanders caught and executed. They have caused us too much trouble. They need to be made an example.” Bishop watched Leo’s eyes darken with defiance further but remained where he was. “Do we have a problem with those orders Leonardo?”

 Raphael and Michelangelo watched their brothers hands tense at his sides and his back straighten. “No.” Leo ground out darkly. “I will personally make sure those orders are carried out.”

 “Good, I will not tolerate failure again.” And with that Bishop left leaving the three brothers alone.

 After the hallway was clear Raphael finally stumbled into Leonardo’s arms. Mikey quickly came up to the other side of his brother helping Leo brace his immense weight. “Fuck Leo, I hope it was worth it.”

 Leo adjusted his brothers’ weight and pressed his palm into the weeping gash doing his best to slow the flow. “It was…enlightening, and don’t throw stones Raphael. You know full well if you were given the chance you would have took part in her body without hesitation. Now let’s get out of the hallway and to our quarters. We need to tend to your wounds.”

 Without any word of protest all three made their way to their shared room. When they had been brought to this facility after Bishop and his men had freed them from a secret lab doing tests on animals, they were each offered up their own rooms. Something deep inside them found the thought unpleasant and asked to be housed together. They had even moved their beds together finding comfort in each other’s warmth. Like they had been sleeping close years prior.

 Carefully they set Raphael down on a chair in their living quarters and Mikey began to address his wounds. Leo brought over their med kit and pulled out the tools Mike would need and left to fetch something to flush the gash with to clean and disinfect it.

 Returning to his brother’s Leo handed Mikey the supplies and assisted with keeping Raph’s steady for treatment.  

 Raphael finally broke the silence eyeing Leo suspiciously. “You really gonna kill her?”

  The war room was empty except for Casey who was sitting on the edge of large table in the middle of the room. His booted feet swung slightly as the dark haired man cleaned out from beneath his nails still unaware of her presence.

 “April would be fuckin pissed if she saw you doing that in here.”

 Casey yelped dropping the small knife from his fingers to grab his shuttering chest. “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna give me a heart attack! I need to get a bell on you!”

 Aurora giggled hearing him whisper ‘fuckin ninja’s’ under his breath as he slipped from his perch to grab his lost blade. She moved into the room and took his spot crossing one leg over the other. “Then I wouldn’t be effective now would I?”Her fingers reached down to her knee high boots and straightened the seam to lean back to watch her friend. “She said you had something for me, and by the lack of backup I can assume it’s not for everyone’s ears.”  

 Flipping his knife closed Casey shoved it back into his pocket. He turned away from Aurora, took a few steps to the white board and stopped. She watched his shoulders lift with a few deep breaths and he turned around with a very sheepish grin plastered on his face.

 “I did somethin’ stupid..”

 “This isn’t something new Case, I love ya kid but you’re as unpredictable and careless as Raph. That’s why you two were best fuckin pals. Why don’t you tell me what you did and we’ll go from there?”

 Casey moved quick until he was just in front her and his palms were on her knees squeezing with enthusiasm. His eyes were now ablaze with excitement and he licked his lips. “I followed him….well to a certain extent.”

 There was only one person he could have followed, but the moron wouldn’t have been that stupid? Right? April would have skinned him alive. “Who did you follow?” her voice was a whisper hoping she was wrong but her intuition knew better.

 “Leo, I followed him for about a half an hour, hoping I could at least get a general direction of Bishop’s base.”

 “Casey!”

 His hands came up resting on her shoulders, “Wait, wait, …hear me out. He was still groggy when he woke up, stumbling, holding his head. So I figured I’d watch him as he went. I know him; known him for half my life so I know when he’s out of sorts and when he’s not. I followed him until he wasn’t walking funny and he quit holding his left shoulder. When I noticed he was more aware of his surroundings I backed off. At least I had a direction, we needed something Aurora, I took the opportunity. We need to find that base.”

 Aurora pushed him away and jumped from the table. She began to pace, “You idiot….I….I know what you did was for the cause and I appreciate it. But Casey he’s the best, you were so fucking lucky he didn’t know you were following him. He could have captured you, tortured you.”

 “Hey, I ain’t weak, I’d never give up the base…..ever.”

 “I know Case, but the end result would still be your death.” Aurora turned back to face Casey and he looked a little hurt. “I’m sorry, I know you were doing what was needed. I just……I just don’t know what I’d do if I lost you….April…..” she could feel the tears brim and settle into the corner of her eyes. “You two are the… last….my family.”

 “I know I know, April was pissed too but I had too. This was too good of an opportunity to let it pass by. It’s been nearly 10 years of this god damn war and we’re losing and I know you know this. Each day we lose more and more people to Bishop’s hold. So any edge, anything at all was worth the risk.”

 Wiping a stray tear free Aurora let out a long sigh and gathered Casey into an embrace.

 Then a new voice broke them from their moment, “He’s an idiot but…he did good.”

 Both Aurora and Casey looked up to see April standing in the door way.

 “He spent all night trying to narrow it down. He thinks he might know where they are. But we need to make sure before we go in. Casey is good but inconspicuous he is not. We need someone to go in and confirm the location. Someone quiet, someone who can slip in and slip out without being noticed. Avoid detection, which means recon only, you hear me?”  

 Aurora slapped her hands over Casey’s cheeks and pressed them together, “Where should this ninja go for said mission?” she pressed closer giving Casey fish lips which he worked playfully.

 “Rockefeller State Park Reserve.”

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The evening air had cooled enough to ease the uncomfortable thickness in the air; if it wasn’t for the task at hand it might have been a good night to watch the stars. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky leaving the stars glittering like diamonds.

 Aurora had ditched her bike a mile before she had entered the reserve and continued on foot. Keeping mostly to the trees she moved soundlessly searching the acreage for any sign that Bishop’s base was close.

 They had never thought to search state parks, thinking the madman would find it too difficult to build his compound in the middle of nowhere. But he was a stubborn man and if anyone could make it work Bishop would find away if it kept him hidden from prying eyes of his enemies.

 It took hours to search, but what a peaceful evening it was. The frogs and bugs were creating a wonderful symphony that echoed throughout the forest floor. Even a few lightening bugs were out flashing across the long grass trying to find a mate.

 As she moved through the forest it began to get thicker, the foliage getting denser and then something caught her eye. The moonlight caught the refection of something and Aurora moved back into the shadows pulling out her binoculars.

 Zooming in she saw something that didn’t belong in a park reserve, a motion sensor.

 “Now we’re onto something….” Climbing higher she disappeared into the foliage concealing her presence further and moved forward her senses now on high alert. As she got closer more sensors popped up with the addition of cameras. Soon men with guns began to come into play and that’s when Aurora knew she was on the right track.

 “Good boy Casey, good boy.”

 Then she saw it, a large compound hidden in the park surrounded by a large fence littered with armed men swarming the grounds. “Oh goodie.” She mused watching a guard cross below her unawares of the danger looming above them. “Fresh meat.”

 With no sound made Aurora dropped down on her prey finding luck was on her side catching a female guard and rendered her neutralized. She stripped the woman of her clothes and ID badge and quickly hoisted the woman into the tree to conceal her work. Pulling on her clothes assuming her identity Aurora pulled the brimmed cap down and made her way to her next task.

 The shadows concealed her perfectly as she scaled the fence with ease. She waited for the flood lights to move past before she dropped down into the inner grounds of the base. A passing truck served as a shield bringing to a side door and with her stolen ID badge she was allowed entrance.

 Keeping her head down she disappeared into the crowd following them into what looked like a mess hall. There were many tables filled to the brim with brain washed New Yorkers. All oblivious to their predicament following orders of a man they once fought against. She needed to keep moving, she needed to make sure this was the place, she needed a visual, she needed to see Bishop, or one of them. They would be in the same facility as Bishop; he would want to keep them close.  

 Moving away from the loud space Aurora made her way down another hall searching for her target, keeping an eye out for those god damn sun glasses and that well tailored suit, pompous asshole. Soldiers, doctors, and what looked like civilian men and woman littered the halls. Waves and waves of people came, this was a busy place, very important no doubt.

She needed to be quick though, the longer she was there the more chances there was to be seen, exposed, and even captured.  Then green, large striking green and orange came from the distance. The youngest came striding down the hall, an unpleasant frown plastered over his face, jackpot, she had found it.

 As the crowd parted for the determined terrapin like the red sea Aurora’ saw his massive mitts covered in blood. Whose blood was that? He looked very upset and stressed. Her happy ray of sunshine looked so angry and she fucking hated it. Wanted to run up to him and kiss him, make him smile she even had to refrain from calling out to him. It hurt to hold it in, hold in his name. It turned bitter on her tongue and it swirled around the remaining saliva on her palette to wash the anger from her mouth.

 Then she watched his stride hesitate. He slowed and his nostrils flared as he neared her position. His dull blue eyes widened, brightened, his current mood momentarily forgotten he began to search the crowd frantically.

 Jesus fucking Christ those god damn mutant noses, he had smelt her! A flawless entry and she was compromised by their over achieving mutant senses.

 “God damnit.”

 She had to think quickly, she needed to disappear before he followed that god damn nose like a fucking blood hound.

 As luck would have it a man wearing an ungodly amount of cologne walked up next to her. She reacted quickly and shimmied up to him batting her violet eyes and smiled.

 “Helloo.” Her hand reached for his chest adjusting his name tag so she could read it. “Mattson…I’m new here and you look like a man who knows where things are.” Her hands ran over his chest to his shoulders keeping her proximity close to keep him interested.  “Would you be willing to show me where the mess hall is. I’m starving.” Her hands ran down his arms trying to get as much of the reeking scent of his over compensation all over her hands. Anything to mask her natural scent, to throw Mikey off her trail.

 The man looked Aurora over and his smiled widened enjoying the intimate contact. “Sure thing sweetie, I can show you whatever you want.” His arm snaked around her low back and he pulled her closer.

 As she pulled him away from Mikey’s last know location, down a different corridor both of them were grabbed.

 “I heard this one needed a tour, I’d be more than happy to show you around blondie. I can get you into far more places than he can.” Mikey was leaning down practically lapping at her ear. Fuck, fuck, fuck…..

 “Oh I’m sure he can show me around, it’s ok I don’t wanna bother you, you look important.”

 “Oh no, no bother at all and I insist. I’ll take it from here Mattson.”

 The man looked terrified as he pried himself away from the two and high tailed it down the hall leaving Aurora in Mikey’s clutches.

 “Not smart.” Mikey growled nuzzling into the back of her hair while pushing her towards a door.

 She didn’t struggle; Michelangelo wasn’t drawing attention to her to out her presence  so she didn’t either. His beak was pressed into her hair taking in deep breaths, his grip was secure but not too tight, she would easily be able to break free but something told her to follow his lead.

 Allowing him to usher then into what looked like an unused office, she turned when Mike pushed her into the room and quickly locked the door behind them.  

 There he stood, full height; the shortest of his three brothers but Mikey still had an impressive stature. Just as bulky as Raphael but not as tall. The dullness in his eyes was gone, vibrant baby blue hues swirled in his irises as he took her in, up and down. He gawked hungrily, mouth open in a wicked smile.

 “M-mike.” She whined suddenly finding it difficult to breath. That fucking look was devouring her whole. “Say something…do something.”

 He moved quicker then she had remembered him able and found herself pressed up against the wall with a brutal shove. The back of her head clacked with the dry wall pushing a huff from between her lips which was quickly silenced by his mouth. Mikey slanted his lips over hers plunging his board tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth still hung open from shock.

 The thought was to fight back, to push him away but that god damn mouth of his, that tongue swept away any and all resistance that remained in her head. God he was good and tasted even better, pure bliss.

 He must have felt her melt into him because the deep rumble that emanated from his chest vibrated into her chest as his reached down to grab hand fulls of her ass. Her hands moved around his thick shoulders grasping wildly at his bald dome, more, More, MORE!

 Mikey’s mouth separated from hers with a wet pop and descended down her throat nipping and sucking at the flesh growling and groaning like a wild beast.

 “Mikey….” Her words breathless as his hands cupped her backside squeezed at the plump flesh in his palms spreading her cheeks.

 “Again.” He mewled against her throat cooling the saliva spread across her flesh.

 She obliged willingly giving him his full name, “Michelangelo.”

 “Unngghh fuck yesssss…..” He lunged forward and his teeth sunk into her neck as he began to grind his titanium hard cock along her clothed core.

 “God Mike I miss you.”

 “Do you?” his breathing was labored as he tried to keep his cool but was failing miserably. He rocked his hips again mesmerized by the friction.

 “Every day, since he took you and your brothers from me.”

 One hand relinquished its hold from her ass and his finger drug along her hip lining the top of her pants before slipping below. He smiled against her throat finding no underwear beneath. It gave him better access as his thick digit parted the swollen folds sinking into the accommodating heat it sought.

 “Did you enjoy Leo last night?” he husked sinking his finger deep hooking it to gain a gasp from his prey.

 Aurora arched into his hand clawing at his shoulders as he hit the section of nerves at the top of her snapping cunt. “Mikey!”

 Mikey pressed the spot again leaning into her ear as his voice dropped an octave. “Did you?”

 “Yesss, I did. It had been so long, it hurt a little. I miss taking you too Mike, Raph too. I miss your tongue, your laugh, your cooking….arghhh…ahh…..fuck!” true to form Michelangelo was the best with his hands. The talented little shit always knew how to bring her to a shuttering climax the quickest compared to his brothers and just with his fingers. And today was no exception; she could feel it rushing through her blood, lighting up her central nervous system setting her ablaze with need.

 He worked that finger inside her swirling the pad of his finger over and over making sweet grunting moans in her ear. His sounds always got her going, bringing her closer to her peak quicker.

 “Can you cum for me?”

 Just then his thumb gathered the moister from her core and circled with the right amount pressure against the soft pearl at the hood of her sex and Aurora gave way. If it wasn’t for his hold on her Aurora would have collapsed as she toppled over into her climax. Her body clenched around his finger gaining a groan from the youngest.

  “That’s it, cum for me. Good girl.”  

  She began to shake as he helped prolong her climax repeating the stimulating motion rocking his finger in and out of her. Then he pulled her ear lobe into his mouth and sucked gently as he slowed his motions allowing her to finally come down.

  As the last of her climax subsided Michelangelo pulled his drenched fingers from her body and brought them to his mouth. Keeping eye contact the terrapin slipped them into his mouth and sucked them clean. His eyes closed as he savored the taste swirling his tongue to get the last trace of her essence. “Even better than I had imagined.” Slowly he moved forward brushing his lips against the shell of her ear and whispered. “I have a birthmark.” 

  A test, but she knew what he was talking about, so intuitive, smart. She tried to calm her breathing, Mikey was intense when he wanted. “Your left ass cheek, I always told you it looked like a slice of watermelon. I always enjoyed chewing on it when you laid on your stomach after a shower. That ass makes the perfect set of bongo drums. ”

  He stopped moving and pulled back, his eyes were wide with surprise and Mikey let out a long breath.  “I want to remember, I really do. But you need to get going though; he can’t know you’ve been here. Please hurry, he’s ordered Leo to kill you.”  @imthegreenfairy88 @tmntspidergirl​ @ravn-87​ @alonia143​ @blossom-skies​  

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Emily in Paris or why I stopped caring about the protagonist and I started rooting for the French. Episode 1.

Let’s be clear. I was planning to root for the French anyway. They are in the neighbouring country, I quite like them and I was prepared to confront and make fun about all the stereotypes in this series. Because this was exactly what I expected. Funny, lighthearted and totally braindead (wink wink) escapism in an instagrammed to the top Paris which has the same resemblance with the real one than Vincent Minelli’s... But without Gene Kelly. So what did I think of the first episode?

Meet Emily Cooper from Chicago. She’s young, she is dynamic, she struggles to be liked by everyone and at the beginning of the series. She is a marketing executive about to be promoted or so she thinks.

... Because her boss Madeline (played by Kate Walsh) is going to Paris in order to take work with Savoir, a luxury firm the company (sorry I forgot its name) has just adquired. Madeline is overjoyed because working for a year in Paris is one of her dreams and because French men like mature women, as probed by the fact that their young and hot (sic, but this blog agrees) president married his high school teacher. We’ll never know which plans Madeline had for Frenchmen, whether they are young or hot or not. The case is after two minutes in the series she vomits, which means she’s pregnant and she can’t go anywhere because it’s an truth universally aknowledged that pregnant women can’t go on with their plans.

It’s in the next scene when we meet Emily’s boyfriend, Doug, and when we learn she’s going to Paris in Madeline’s place, in spite of being unprepared and not knowing the language. At this point one wonders how it’s possible that no one else in the company can replace Madeline. All of them are monolingual? Our plucky heroine is not discouraged by the litle fact of knowing virtually nothing about the country in which she’s going to live during the next twelve months. She and Doug - the moment you see the scene you know it wont’ go well - agree on a long distance relationship.

And after a very well done transition, we have crossed the ocean. Yes, this is well done, and I say it unironically. Episodes are short, your show is called Emily in Paris, so, what’s better than having your main lady already in the French capital in less than five minutes. The series goes to the point in this aspect and it’s a good thing to spare us of unnecesary scenes.

So Emily arrives to her apartment with pretty views, confused about in which floor she’s supposed to live (running gag ahead) and already hit on by a French guy on a suit that looks like the love child of Gabriel Attal and Albert Rivera (check it, seriously). I couldn’t take him seriously not only because of that but also because he said that Emily’s appartment was a chambre de bonne. Not by any means. Look, I’ve never lived in Paris but I know that apartment is huge when compared with a real chambre de bonne.

Off to know her working place, Emily has this HUGE smile pasted on her face. I don’t know if this supposed to make her charming and likeable. For me - it’s true than I have this European perspective - she looks a mix between an anxious puppy and a psychopath. I would be scared and would avoid her at all costs. The cultural clash is about to happen.

Yeah, I would look at her too, Julien a.k.a. token black character. You have probably heard about the lack of diversity in this series, I won’t abound in that, others have worded it better. It also an established fact that French people smokes at their workplace, even if in the European Union we have these things called smoking bans that won’t allow it.

And enter Sylvie, Emily’s Parisian boss and supposed main antagonist, à la Devil wears Prada. What to say about Sylvie other than I adore her? Her clothes, her style, her sarcasm. As any rational being would do, Sylvie is pretty dismayed to learn that Emily does not have the slightest idea of French and its already wanting to impose her American perspective and her alleged knowledge of social media. The problem is I don’t know if her posts on Instagram really deserve that much attention. Clash ensues with the rest of her new coworkers. C’est la cata! they comment. I quite agree.

Our fish-out-of-water takes an evening afterwork stroll (this Paris is like one square kilometer and public transport is something you mention but never appears) and calls her boyfriend to state the entire city looks like Ratatouille, which legitimately made me laugh. I am not sure if this reference means that Emily’s filmic culture is that limited or if it’s her boyfriend the one who only knows a movie which takes place in Paris and that’s one is Ratatouille. We know that Emily at least has seen Moulin Rouge and that makes two so probably is Doug’s fault.

Back at home, and since she has forgotten how to count, Emily attempts to open the wrong door. Immediately a wild Frenchman appears; it’s Gabriel, played by Lucas Bravo probably one of these young hot men Madeline would target. He takes the intrusion reasonably well. Especially when it’s discovered that Emily only knows his region, Normandy, from Saving Private Ryan. That makes three films, so definitely I think Doug is the problem here as far as filmic culture goes.

Next day Emily picks a yellow outfit and goes to work, purchasing a pain au chocolat in her way to work. I confess I was underwhelmed when discovered that there wouldn’t be any joke about the Great Civil War that has been going on in France since its earliest days: the partidaries of pain au chocolat vs. the ones of chocolatine. A ferocious, merciless conflict unknown by most nations. A lost opportunity not making this woman someone from the South who bravely defies Parisian conventions calling it chocolatine. I’m team pain au chocolat btw. Naturally when she discovers the wonderful world of flavours she makes another Instagram post. She’s earning more and more followers, Heavens know why.

However, she has a Big Problem with Doing Research. Example given, she doesn’t know her schedule - a problem which could have been solved with reading numbers - and arrives two hours early to her workplace.

Once there she discovers she can’t sit with the cool kids. No one wants to lunch with her, so she decides to miserably sit by herself at the park, where we met her best new friend. Her name’s Mindy, she’s from Shangai and she’s working as au pair, while teaching Mandarin to the two blond children she’s looking after. We’ll later discover more about her. She instantly detects the American in Emily and offers her help to this awkward but at the same time arrogant newcomer.

Meanwhile at Savoir, Emily has earned a sobriquet. La Plouc, which is adopted by Sylvie and most of her coworkers even if Luc seems more or less reluctant to say it. La Plouc means the hick, as she instantly discovers thanks to an online translator. It’s really not a good day for our heroine, and she cames back home - remember that thing about this Paris being one square kilometer? - walking. Co-worker and someone who  for some resason reminds me to the posh-y version of Philippe Poutou - check it - Luc passes by as she sits lonely by herself and apologizes for calling her la Plouc earlier. He also claims she’s arrogant for coming to Paris without speaking or even understanding French - which is true - and tells her people is probably scared as her new, modern ideas. Which makes no sense at all and it’s probably a white lie.

Meanwhile and for some reason her totally inocuous posts in Instagram makes her earn more and more followers. During the night, her oblivious to timezones boyfriend call her and they have - or attempt to have - a totally awkward and unsexy session of cybersex. At the end Emily is so frustrated that she tries to use her electric vibrator which leads to the short-circuit of the entire building. Fortunately before she has the oportunity of getting closer to the device in question. And that’s how Episode 1 ends.

What did I think? It’s fun and pretty to look at. Even prettier to rant about. As long as your brain remains carefully shut off in the meantime and you don’t take it that seriously you are going to enjoy it I guess. At least it’s my case.

Still frustrated for not covering the Great Civil War tho.

[densi-mber]

Crush

A/N: This takes places in the semi-near future. For today’s prompt: Kensi or Deeks as a teacher. This fic represents what happens when my mind runs wild with an idea.

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“Hey, can I call you back in about an hour and a half?” Deeks asked as he jogged down a flight of stairs to the third floor. “I have office hours starting in a few minutes.”

“Sure. Good luck with the gremlins,” Kensi answered. He rolled his eyes, nodding to a passing professor.

“Kens, they’re in they’re 20’s. You have to stop calling my students things like gremlins and children.”

He walked into the small office where he spent his time when he wasn’t teaching Contract Law to thirty or so L1 students. He dropped his bag by the desk, and slipped his jacket off, rolling his sleeves up a few times so he wouldn’t end up getting ink or chalk on the fabric. His dry cleaning bills had definitely increased since he started wearing dress shirts and ties again.

A little less than a year before, when he’d be aimlessly looking for a job, one of his former classmates had suggested teaching until he found something more permanent. Deeks had balked at the idea initially, but eventually given when it became clear that he needed to work and his other options were unavailable.

He’d never anticipated how much he would enjoy it. Now he taught three classes throughout the week at Loyola Law school as an adjunct professor. It was strangely satisfying to have a hand in teaching the next batch of lawyers.

“All I’m saying is that they look a lot younger that I did at that age.” Deeks snorted at Kensi’s completely inaccurate observation as he wrote a few notes on the blackboard that took up most of the back wall.

“You were just a baby when I met you,” he teased.

“Yet you still married me,” Kensi pointed out.

“Ooh, touché.” He heard a noise behind him and glanced over his shoulder. “Oops, gotta go. See you at dinner.” Deeks hung up, turning around completely to face one of his students, Mallory Baten.

She was lingering in the doorway and if Deeks didn’t know better, he would have thought she was hesitating. But that didn’t align with the young woman he knew. Mallory was one of the most outspoken and confident students in the class. She also had a biting sense of humor that Deeks found hilarious.

“Hey Mallory, what can I do for you?” he asked, gesturing for her to take a seat. Again she hesitated a little before pulling up one of the metal chairs situated opposite his desk.

“I had a few questions about Monday’s lecture, Mr. Deeks,” she said, pulling out a thick, color coded binder. The sight of it always reminded him of his own college experience and made him slightly nauseous. He did not miss the stress of studying and exams.

Deeks dragged his chair over with his foot and sat down with his forearms braced against the back, waiting for her to continue.

Brushing her light blond hair back from her neck, Mallory flipped to a page from the last class notes. Deeks instantly recognized her small, neat handwriting covering the majority of the paper.

“So, I was rereading the section on unjust enrichment and I wondered if you could clarify the concept. The text book had some examples, but I thought it was a little lacking,” she said, pointing to her notes.

Deeks tilted his head, quickly scanned her notes and nodded. It was a fairly simple concept, but Mallory tended to be exceedingly thorough. She was one of five or six students who regularly attended his office hours.

“Ok, so unjust enrichment essentially says that if I provide you with a service or product, I deserve compensation. Even if you end a contract early or have an issue with how I provided the service, you still need to provide compensation for those services or produces you received,” he explained.

“Even if the services or products weren’t satisfactory?” she asked, writing something in the corner of the page.

“Well, that would fall under a different part of contract law and would be considered a breach of contract. Assuming there was a legitimate contract to begin with. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, it does, Mr. Deeks.”

“Awesome, I’ll see you on Wednesday,” Deeks said, grabbing a stack of homework assignments that needed grading from the end of his desk while Mallory packed up her binder.

“Actually, I have one more question,” Mallory said. He glanced up, mildly surprised to find her standing over her desk. “Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?”

Deeks froze, sure he’d heard her wrong.

“Do I-what are you asking me?”

“I’m asking you to go out to dinner. On a date.” Her cheeks were a little flushed, but her gaze didn’t waver.

“You know, I’m married, right?” he asked a little desperately. He saw Mallory’s eyes flick to his ring and then back to his face, and she nodded.

“I know.”

“And I’m your teacher.”

“You’re also really hot,” she said bluntly and he felt his cheeks fill with heat. “Plus you’re funny, caring, and my god, your muscles are incredible. Sometimes I come to office hours just to watch the you move.”

Mallory seemed past the point of embarrassment, but he wished a hole would open up in the floor. Or he could throw himself out a window. Unfortunately, his office didn’t have one so he’d have to actually face this. It didn’t help that Mallory was now openly checking him out.

Suppressing a groan, he turned in a half circle, pinching the bridge of his nose as tried to figure out what to say. The continuing ed classes he’d taken hadn’t prepared him for this possibility at all.

“Mart-Mr. Deeks, are you ok?” He almost laughed at the question.

He turned back around to face Mallory again, balancing a on hand on his hip. She looked a little more uncertain again and was watching him avidly.

“Well, this is, uh, wow.” He cleared his throat noisily and tried again. “While this is incredibly, um, flattering, I think we both know that nothing is going to happen between us. For a multitude of reasons,” he said as gently as he could.

“We could still just go out for dinner,” she suggested hopefully. “As friends.”

“No, we can’t,” Deeks said firmly. “Now we should go talk to the dean about getting you transferred to another class section for the remainder of the semester.”

***

“Hey baby,” Kensi greeted him at home later that day, punctuating it with a kiss. “How was work?”

“An unmitigated disaster,” he sighed. He dropped his bag by the door, and flopped onto the couch. Kensi sat next to him and grabbed his hand with a look of concern.

“What happened? Everything seemed fine when I talked to you earlier today.” Deeks groaned, silently reliving the last few hours.

“One of my students hit on me today.” If he’d expected Kensi to react with outrage, he was about to be disappointed. She visibly relaxed beside him, smacking his arm with the back of her hand.

“Why didn’t you lead with that? You had me really worried,” she said, shaking her head at his apparent lack of consideration.

“The fact that a 23 year old asked me out to dinner doesn’t bother you at all?” Deeks asked. Kensi shrugged.

“I figured it was only a matter of time.” Deeks gave her a look and she rolled her eyes at him. “For someone who claims to be a reformed lady’s man, you are ridiculously oblivious when someone is flirting with you. Half the women in your class have a crush on you.”

“No they don’t.” Kensi actually laughed at his protest, patting his arm with false sympathy.

“Uh, yeah they do, babe. Every time I’ve visited you at work, there are no less than three students staring at you at any time. Sometimes even a couple teachers,” she said, clearly enjoying this more than she had any right to.

“Ugh, now I’m going to be thinking about these kids checking me out during class,” he groaned. “This sucks.”

“You’re not even a little bit flattered?” she asked with mild surprised. He shrugged. Maybe he would have been at one time, but now it just seemed weird and a little creepy.

“I might be if I wasn’t old enough to be their father.” Kensi squinted at him and he clarified, “If I had them really young.”

“I’m sure they don’t think of you in a fatherly way.” Deeks made a face at that and gave a full-body shudder.

“Well, thanks for that horrible thought,” he said dryly. “And here I just thought they all loved my teaching.”

“Well, I’m sure they appreciate that too.” Kensi smirked at him as he pouted, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s all your own fault, you know.”

“How is this my fault? I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“You can’t walk around all day in tight shirts and pants with your sleeves rolled up and not expect to get noticed,” she said, leaning in and gliding her nose across his jaw. She inhaled deeply. “You look good enough to eat.” As she spoke, her hand drifted up his bare forearm to cup his bicep. It was a fairly innocent touch, but he still felt a shiver work its way up his spine.

“Is that an offer?” he asked, thoughts of Mallory quickly leaving his mind. Kensi walked her fingers up his arm and across his chest, pausing at his collar. She fiddled with the button on his collar and then slowly tugged his tie free.

“It’s a promise,” she said, the husky note in her voice incredibly sexy. Deeks settled his hands on her hips as she rose up on her knees and straddled his thighs. Smiling down at him, she brushed her hair back, the glossy strands dancing around her shoulder, and slipped the top button free on his shirt. Then she looked up, her expression playful, and added, “For later.”

“That’s cruel,” he complained. “Especially when I’ve had such a terrible day. It was mortifying.”

“So how much did you freak out when she asked you out?” she asked slyly.

“I handled it with all the finesse and professionalism that you would expect from a former criminal defendant, detective, and federal liaison,” Deeks said with mock solemnity and Kensi raised an eyebrow at him.

“Really?” Her voice was filled with disbelief.

“Yeah, no, I kept hoping a freak tornado or earthquake would come along and put me out of my misery.”

“So, I don’t have to worry about you running off with any promising young law students?” Deeks rolled his eyes at Kensi’s question. He thought she was mostly joking, but just in case, he cupped her jaw between his palms, cradling the back of her head and firmly kissed her. She made a noise of surprise in the back of her throat that quickly turned to satisfaction.

“Never. They’ll just have to find another incredibly attractive, middle aged teacher to chase after.” He kissed her again. When they pulled back, Kensi was smirking at him as she fiddled with his collar.

“You’re an idiot, but I love you anyway,” she said, pulling him back down to her.

***

A/N: I know nothing about law, other than what I googled.

[rafecameron]

The Island Home Pt 3 (JJ Maybank x reader)

Summary: You go to your best friends second home on an island outside of outer banks with her new boyfriend and his group of friends. Unlucky for you a storm rolls over the island which leaves you terrified, luckily a cute boy is there to make you feel safe and calm.

A/N: Okay so this is the last part of this little story (cause I stupidly named it and they can’t stay at the home forever lmao sorry I suck) But I will definitely be writing more little stories! I’m open to requests so send any in you have! Also let me know if you ever want to be tagged in anything!

Length: 1.6K

Part 1 Part 2

You wake up the next morning to a soft tapping at your room door, the sun already shining through the thin curtains and landing across your face. You squint your eyes as you roll away from it, “Yes?” You call out to the persistent taps at your door.

The door slowly opens and a blonde head pops into your room from behind it, “Breakfast is ready, sleeping beauty.” he laughs, swinging the door fully open now to reveal his whole body, he crosses his arms and leans against the door frame with a small smirk on his lips.

You groan and push the covers down to your thighs as you sit up and stretch before swinging your legs off the side if the bed, “Okay, I’m up.” you say, rubbing your hands over your eyes, “You gonna stand there and watch all do?” You ask with a laugh.

JJ shrugs, “If you let me.” He grins.

You shake your head and shoo him away with your hand, a playful smile on your face, “No chance, I have to change, go away.” You laugh.

JJ sighs, pretending to be annoyed before turning to go back downstairs, “I will eat your food too if you’re not quick!” He calls back.

You slide off the bed and quickly change into a pale pink summer dress and run a brush through your hair, pulling all over one shoulder as you head out of the room, feeling your stomach groan in complaint at being empty.

Everyone else was downstairs already sat at the table, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep in.” you apologise as you take the empty seat between Sarah and JJ, smiling sheepishly at everyone.

“It’s fine, we were just up early.” Sarah smiles.

“And some of us were rudely awakened by loud talking from others.” JJ shot an evil look over at Sarah and John B who both just laughed at him.

After breakfast you all quickly packed your bags and stored them on the boat, ready to go home later in the day. You were sad to be leaving, almost feeling like the moment you were back on your island that everything would change and go back to normal.You didn’t want that, you enjoyed being closer to everyone, especially JJ and couldn’t imagine your days without the group around now, you only hoped they felt the same.

“Hey, you coming?” Kie shouted over to you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You nodded and climbed off of the couch on the patio outside, hurrying over to her linking arms as you walked down the path towards the beach.

“So,” Kie begins, turning to look at you with a smile, “I think you have someone smitten.” She grins.

“Huh?” you pretend to not know what she’s talking about but she just raises her eyebrow at you knowingly, “Okay,” you sigh, “Do you really think so? I think he’s just being nice, he flirts with you.” you point out with a shrug.

Kie rolls her eyes, “Yes he flirts with me but we’re best friends! We’ve always done that, with you its different. I’ve never seen JJ look at someone like that.”

You blush and turn your head away from her, trying to hide the grin forming on your face, “Don’t be silly! Maybe it’s just a little summer crush.” You laugh.

Kie shrugs her shoulders, “Maybe, but I don’t think so. And by the look on your face I can see you feel the same way.” She teases.

“Please don’t say anything.” You suddenly turn serious, “I don’t want to ruin things. I like being part of this group and I don’t want anything awkward to happen with me and JJ to ruin it all.”

Kie gives you a soft smile and places her hand over your arm, “I won’t say anything, and don’t worry, we all love you being part of this group, we’d never let anything little ruin that.”

You smiled at her thankfully as you reached the beach where the rest of the group were stationed, the boys were piling rocks up in a line on the beach and you and Kie gave them curious looks as you sat down next to Sarah on the sand.

“They want to play volleyball.” Sarah explained, “I told them we don’t have a net but they said we can just imagine one.” 

“Boys against girls!” JJ grins, throwing the ball up into the air and catching it again, “Ready to get beat?”

“You wish!” Kie jumps up and runs at him, fighting with him to get the ball as they both laugh together.

You stand up, reaching your hand out to Sarah to pull her up, “You ready to win?” You grin at her as she nods competitively.

The game involved lots of falling over, lots of laughter and lots of cheating due to their being no net, everyone claiming ‘that totally would not of hit net!’ even though it definitely would have. By the time all of you were hot and worn out the guys had won, though you and the girls were adamant if they hadn’t cheated so much it definitely would have been a draw.

“Don’t be sore losers ladies.” JJ grins, popping open a beer can and taking a long sip, “Not everyone can be champions, some people are just born with it.”

“Some people are just born with one brain cell.” Kie rolls her eyes and nudging him, sending him a couple steps to the side as he wasn’t expecting it, “We totally won that, you guys are just cheaters and if that’s what helps you sleep at night then what do I care.”

JJ raises his eyebrows before laughing, “sounds like a sore loser to me, Kie.”

Kie plops herself down in front of you and hands you a beer, ignoring JJ’s taunts until he got too bored to carry on and came to sit beside you.

“I’m not talking about you, Y/N. I just like winding them up.” He nodded to Sarah and Kie.

“If you wind them up then you wind me up too JJ.” You huff, pretending to be annoyed at him as you turned more to face Sarah and take a sip of your beer.

“Hey,” JJ places a hand on your shoulder, “You’re not really annoyed at me, are you?” He asks, furrowing his brows, Sarah and Kie raise an eyebrow at you but you keep up the act.

“I am actually. I don’t like being taunted and neither do Kie and Sarah, I think it’s quite rude actually and you should apologise for hurting our feelings.” You state.

JJ’s mouth falls open a little as he looks between all three girls, “Really?” He asks, concern starting to echo in his voice, “I…I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry I was just-“ He frowns as all three of you start cracking up and you turn to push him on the shoulder.

“Can’t believe you fell for it and apologised!” You tease.

JJ stares at you with his mouth slightly open before he finally pulls himself together, “Oh you’re paying for that!” He throws his can into the sand and grabs you round the waist causing you to let out a squeal.

“JJ, no!” You shout as he drags you up into his arms and begins to carry you to the sea, “JJ! Put me down!”

“Are you gonna say sorry?” JJ asks doing his best at imitating your voice.

“Never!” You shout, trying to kick your way out of his strong arms but to no avail, there was no way you were escaping unless JJ wanted you to.

Once he was in the water up to his thighs he dropped down and dunked you in it, you squealed at the sudden coldness surrounding your body.”

“Oh my god!” You finally pull out of his arms and stand up, gently pushing at his chest in annoyance.

“It’s freezing in here!” you complain to which JJ just grins at you.

“You deserved it! making me feel all bad for teasing you! Now I’m just gonna do it more.” He declares as he stands up in front of you, his chest level with your eyes.

“You shouldn’t have been gloating so much!” You huff crossing your arms over your chest.

“Lets just say we were both in the wrong and leave it at that?” He asks, reaching his hands out and placing them on your elbows.

You look up into his blue eyes, a small smile coming to your lips at the feel of his hands on your skin, you nod your head, “Okay, that sounds good.” you agree.

JJ pulls you forward so your chest is against his and slowly wraps your arms around your waist, ignoring the sound of John B whistling at the two of you which caused your cheeks to heat up.

“Can I be honest with you?” JJ asks quietly.

“I hope you.” You laugh softly, resting your hands on his chest.

“Before this weekend I kind of thought you were just another one of Sarah’s kook friends.” He admits, making you frown a little, “But I was wrong…And I don’t usually admit that!” He chuckles softly, “I think you’re really amazing Y/N.”

You find yourself grinning from ear to ear as you wrap your arms around him and pull him even closer, “I think you’re pretty amazing too.” You respond shyly.

JJ grins, placing a hand beneath your chin and lifting it up for you to look at him, he leans down, placing his lips softly against yours sending shivers all over your body. The kiss was soft, sweet and short, leaving you wanting more.

“Promise this doesn’t end here?” You ask hopefully, staring up at him with big eyes.

JJ nods, “I promise.” He replies softly, leaning down to give you another kiss. You smile against his lips, ignoring the cheers coming from the beach and wrapping your arms around his neck refusing to let him go.

You would have to thank Sarah later for forcing you to come causing the most amazing thing to happen to you, JJ.

@k-k0129 @drewsephsmiles @clary0210 @sspidermanss

[sunnieskies02]

Corrupted Faith

OneShot; Demon Bakugou x F!Reader

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, non(dub)con, teasing biting etc

Word Count :4.1k

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“ Sister (y/n)!” A small group of kids run towards you happily and wrap their arms around your legs. “ We missed you so much! Are you feeling any better?” You stop wiping the altar and place your hand on top of the little boy's head and squat. “Yes little Theodore. Im doing amazing!” He smiles back at you and in response you pinch his cheeks and pull them turning his face red.

He giggles and runs off with the other children. *What did I do to deserve such an angel like Theodore* Becoming a nun was one of the many things that made your previously glum life exciting. Taking care of the orphaned children, baking for them and giving them a loving environment where they can grow. It made your heart warm, especially since you did this work alongside your best friend Brother Eijirou. You and him have been friends ever since you met each other at the training, and you two have been known as an inseparable pair.

Apart from caring for the children, you have another job at the church. Exorcisms. For an unknown reason, since your birth you’ve been able to see spirits and demons. When you were younger, once these spirits caught on to the fact that you could see them they started to pester you. Making you trip and fall, lifting up your skirt, pulling your hair; it never ended. And because of these pestering spirts, you decided to become a nun, a person of the church who has the power to rid of these spirits.

So for 5 years of your life, you learned how to be a respectful nun, and an exorcist at the same time. The work was grueling, but you were happy with the outcome because it was worth it in the end, you wanted nothing more than to free people from these spirits that cause nothing but trouble. You were a powerful exorcist, a strong one who could do away with and spirits with one simple verse. And with this amount of power you possessed, it was sooner than later that Lucifer’s followers would start to surface.

But none had come. You were surprised, you thought yourself so much as a badass that not a single demon came. Weeks prior after days of exorcising spirits, you thought one of them would surface. You were tense and on guard the entire time just in case one of Morning Star’s followers came up but… they never came. So you were left with one or two things to consider, 1) being that, you aren’t so much of a threat that you thought you were or 2) that they were planning to send someone ridiculously strong. Either one of those thoughts made you lax, * Any spirit that they send my way. They’d be gone in a flash.*

You wake up early on a Sunday morning at 4:30am to get started on breakfast for the orphans. As you grab your caddie and walk down to the bathroom you hear a low creak down the hall. You know that the church is old and that it is still settling as the years go one so you continue inside. You twist the knob for the shower and let it heat up, and as you do so you start to strip down. While you are naked in the bathroom, you turn to make sure that the water is hot and you step inside. You sigh under the scalding heat, hit your back and run through your hair. You stay in the shower for a few minutes, lather up in lavender soap and rinse it off.

Moments later you step out of the shower and continue your morning routine. Now it was 6:00 and you were making your way to the orphanage when you saw him. A tall ash-blonde male with wings as dark as tar and eyes as red as blood covered in tattoos and scribes. You gasp and he darts you a look, without hesitation you relax and try not to make it noticeable that you can see him as bright as day. As you walk past him, you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, you take a deep breath in and a deep breath out and open the doors to wake the children.

You were shaken to your core and the image of the demon never left your head. You had not noticed Brother Eijirou walk to your side while you were washing the plates after breakfast , “Hey, y/n you there.” You jump back and look at him, to laugh and punch him in the shoulder and say “Don’t scare me like that Kirishima. You nearly knocked my socks off with that.”

“Well I had to, all the kids said that you’ve been acting strange and out of it. What happened.” You parted your lips to speak but closed them. You could tell that he was concerned because when you look back at him, he showed his puppy dog eyes. ‘Jesus, why does he have to be so cute.’ You roll your eyes and tell him “I-i saw a demon this morning Kiri. And he looked...strong. Really strong.” He rubbed your back and said “Well I’m pretty sure that he was scared by a hot mama like you! And you shouldn’t be scared of anything as long as you have me around right?” Look at him and blow some of the suds at him, “You’re right. As long as you're by my side there should be no--”

You sentence was interrupted by the children’s screams “ SISTER Y/N! BROTHER EIJIROU! Somethings wrong with Theo, he’s acting weird and Brother Midoriya has been trying to help him but its not looking good.” Then an eruption of tears and wails came from the children, you looked at Eijirou, nodded and he headed off. You had to stay behind and calm all of the children down, once you pushed them back into their rooms and told the eldest to keep them in check you ran back outside and froze.

You see Eijirou and Midoriya, covered in dried blood and burn scars. They were really trying to go against Theodore without truly hurting him and that wasn’t all. Your heart tore to pieces when you looked up at Theo floating high into the sky casting down spells and rites around him, he wasn’t the sweet doe-eyed theo from the day before. Theo was covered in caked blood that wasn’t his own and fixtures were swirling all around him. He was simply possessed, but by what? When you got a closer look at him you saw the same eyes again, “Well well well, it's the nun I've been looking for.” Theodore floated down to your eye level and grabbed at your throat, his grip was tight and felt your trachea start to close. With the strength that was left within your body you speak a rite but Theo’s grip got even tighter.

He pulled you to your knees and asked “You saw me this morning right?” You kept your lips shut and spat in his face, he snapped his face back after catching the spit on his cheek, you saw Theo’s body fall to the floor but you still made eye contact with the monster presented before you. He pulled you closer to his face, wiped the spit from his cheeks and licked it. He smirked and said “For a nun who looks so much like a slut under their robes. You taste pretty good.” You gag at his words and he lets you go, you fall to the floor and gasp for air. While you're on your hands and knees, your head is yanked up by your veils and he says “Remember this name, Bakugou Katsuki. This’ll be the name that you will become a slave too.” You smirk and say “You can go straight to hell, Bakugou Katsu--” Your words were cut short by the demon's lips crashing onto yours, his lips were hot and he forcefully pushed his tongue into your mouth exploring every inch of it.

You let out a small moan as his lips parted from yours and your eyes were welcomed to a part of lidded ones. With saliva still connecting your tongues he smiled at you and threw your head back into ground beneath you then vanished, you laid on the ground ashamed that you couldn’t take him down. Out of the blue you were scooped up by Kirishima and he smiled at you, ‘That smile made everything feel amazing.’ You looked at him and smiled, you always got a good kick out of him when he got flustered. Izuku, followed behind the two of you holding Theodore.

Theodore was conditioned with a high fever after the possession and you hated yourself for letting it get out of hand. ‘Why didn’t I handle him when I first saw him?’You rubbed your hands over your face as you sat next to his bedside, you grabbed his hand and rubbed it. You cursed at yourself and felt the hot tears roll down the side of your face, ‘You weren’t strong enough, idiot. You were scared and someone got hurt because you hesitated.’“Yea, shitty woman! That brat got hurt because you bitched out. »

Your head snapped furiously at the door frame and the same demon from earlier was at the door looking down at you. You huffed out a breath and asked “What do you want you heathen? Why go so far to hurt a child than to take me on.” He chuckled and flew close to your face and sneered “Just to make you shrink. You thought you were hot shit from hearing your thoughts, so I decided to take you down a few pegs.” He stopped hovering and placed his feet on the floor and got close to your ear and whispered “And make you work for me instead of this man you claim as your god.” You rolled your eyes, to try and make sure that Theodore was sound asleep to make sure you focused back on him. When you looked back in front of you, he smiled slyly, still looking at you. You emitted a low growl from your throat that then turned into a breathy gasp, you looked down and saw that his hand was under your robes.

You let go of Theodore’s hand to try to move Katsuki’s from your lady parts but when you tried to you felt his calloused finger rub against your clit. A shock ran through your body as he pressed against it, you started to take deep breaths to get focused on removing his hand but the more effort you put into removing his hand the more shapes he drew around your clit. “Your really sensitive you slut. You’re letting a demon assault you while you watch over a bed ridden child. How uncouth of you.” You winced as you felt his finger start to rub between your lower lips while still abusing your throbbing clit. Katsuki released a feral growl as he moved your panties to the side and rubbed his fingers along your lips covering his digits in your slick.

You breathed out hastily as he moved his fingers from under your robes and presented them to you.“Look at what your dripping cunt did to my fingers you whore. Open your mouth.” You clenched your jaw tightly, but to no avail, his hand went under your chin and forced your mouth open, as he shoved his digits in. Without thinking, your tongue rolled around his fingers and you bobbed your head back and forth, with lidded eyes you looked back at his vermillion ones. He moved his digits out of your mouth and pushed them into your pussy. Your head hit the wall as he pushed his fingers deeper into your wet folds. You had to move one of your hands away from his pistoning wrist to cover your mouth, you felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.

You looked over at Theodore who was sound asleep with a high fever and you cursed yourself “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry Theo.” “You are sorry. A sorry slut for allowing a demon to thrust into your clenching hole.” Your eyes snapped back to his and before you could return his harsh words you felt the coil in your stomach tighten up as he curled his fingers into your sponge spot. You let out a silent moan, and allowed your eyes roll into the back of your head in pleasure, you felt so awful about the situation. But it felt so good.

As a nun, you aren’t allowed to have sexuaal relations with anyone, so you are touch deprived ( sexually). That’s why you and Kirishima would try to keep your hands to yourselves because at a point in time you two were all over each other. Exchanging kisses, rubs,holding hands, anything that wouldn’t make you feel alone. But this was different.

The heat that surrounded your body was scorching. Your entire body felt as if it was set aflame by Katsuki’s unrelenting movements into your pussy. Then his smell made it even worse, he smelled like burnt caramel, and the spice it reminded you of your life at home. You wanted to give in, you wanted to give up all that you worked hard for to become a nun. But there were kids here, like Theodore, who needed your help and needed a motherly figure to guide their lives in the right direction.

“S-stop you spawn of satan. I-I’m not mmphf~” You came. The coil that grew hot in your stomach was released all onto his hand. You grabbed onto your robes, working to catch your breath and you looked up at him to see him sneering down at you. “Wow. Look at what you did to my fingers ‘nun’” He held his fingers to your face and spread his fingers out showing how you cum made his fingers sticky a mess. He moved his hand back towards his mouth and licked it, and once he finished licking it he stepped towards you. Your throat was grabbed, you were brought to your knees and you looked up. “I’ve never met anyone who tasted so delicious~” He nibbled at your cheek and licked from your jawline to your ear.

He put you down and said headed towards the window, “Breaking you and converting you will be fun, princess. But until next time.” Then he vanished, you looked to see that Theodore was still asleep, you kissed him on the forehead and prayed for him.

o0o

Sometime after Theodore's possession, you started to see more and more of Katsuki. And when you did or didn’t acknowledge his presence he would make sure to play with your slick folds. You hated yourself for the fact that you would already be dripping without him even being there. It made you upset that you aren’t strong enough to fight him off because when he would see you his hands would go straight to your lower lips.

If you were in the middle of a lesson, he’d be toying with your behind, giving it little smacks with his explosive power making you wince. If you were at the altar handing out or helping with communion, how would kneel down under your robe and eat you out furiously. You’d try to stay quiet or keep a straight face but that was no help whatsoever. The more you wanted to hide your moans and faces more the more he wished to bring it out.

You’ve had enough of his tricks and schemes. For months on end after you met him, he would invade your dreams, your work and your bathtimes. You couldn’t get a break, and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you were slowly wanting him to come. The more he came to you, the less you resented his advances, you felt your morals fall little by little the more he came to you. You started to realize the more time you spent with him, the more unholy you started to act, lying, cheating the whole nine-yards. So you decided to confess.

You know that your friend Midoriya would be up and normally does confessions at nine in the morning. So when you saw him walking into the booth you sat right in the opposing booth. You both sat in a lingering silence until he spoke, “Good morning Sister (y/n). I hope your morning does you well.”

“It does, Brother Izuku. I hope your morning has been swell as well,” you responded.

“What has you so troubled Sister (y/n)?” he asked. You play with your thumbs and bite your bottom lip. “Well, there is a demon that has been following me and--” Your words stop while you see Katsuki walk through the curtain of the confessional smirk and kneeling. You feel his warm hands slide under youryour robe and reach further up your thigh. You swatted his hand and continued to speak. « He has been making me perform out of character. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen communion or how my face would randomly become flushed.”

You look down at Katsuki and see him pulling you panties down and biting into your inner thighs. You bite down on your finger and whimper as you see his face get closer to your heat. In the moment you totally forgot what Midoriya was saying but snapped back into the confession when he called your name. “Y/n? Y/n?” “Yes Izuku. I-I’m here.”

“Well, why haven’t you got rid of his spirit then? Your very strong exorcist, what has been holding you back?” ‘Why haven’t you!’ It dawned on you that you haven’t tried to expel him. So as you started to open your mouth to speak the rite your lower lips were welcomed with a very thick and wet tongue.” You gasp and look to see Bakugou eating you furiously, his tongue would flick against your clit making you whine is pleasure. Catching your lewd noises, Bakugou stuck out his long, slick covered tongue and thrusted it inside of your folds. Your breath hitches as you felt your walls stretch to the size of his tongue.

Remember that you were confessing, you answer Izuku with a breathless response. “I-I don’t kn-now why? I guess it didn’t cross m-my minnnndd~” At the end of you staggered sentence, Bakugou continues to lift up your robes and reveal your throbbing, wet folds. He gets close to your ear and whispers “Make sure you answer him. Or I won’t let you cum.”

You looked at him and saw that he was hiking you leg up to the side of your face with your cunt dripping onto the floor of the booth. Bakugou shuffles behind you and relaxed his heated cock from his trousers. His cock was thick and tamed with the tip swollen red, pre-cum leaking at the tip. He slowly started to thrust his cock against your folds making you wince. As his cock rubbed against your pulsating clit, Izuku spoke and said “Well if you need help riding of him, I’ll always be here!” He sounded so cheerful, ‘He shouldn’t have to hear this.’ “Let him hear. He’s thought about fucking you. Getting between your thighs and making you moan his name.” You hissed at him trying to resist his thrust up against your

clit you mocked him by saying “Izuku would never be so foul. He’s one of thé purest people I know.”

You felt him smirk near your ear and he said “Well the people and god you believe in are liars behind closed doors. And I’m willing to open you eyes as long as you...submit to me.” You scoffed at his words but suddenly felt the tip of his pulsing cock enter you. You’ve never felt so full. A breathily moan escaped you lips but you hurried to cover your mouth. Izuku called out to you and said “You okay Y/n? Are you sick.” You lied through your teeth, “Ye-yes Izuku. I-I um, I’m fineEEE!” Bakugous thrust deepened into you to the hilt, you scratched his sweat covered chest as he made more thrust into your folds.

It was a feeling of euphoria, but so shame full. You were a Nun, a dignified woman of the church and you were sitting legs wide open with a demon's cock deep within you. “Your Pusey is so fitting for my cock.” A low groan came From Katsuki’s mouth as he moved his hand to the mounds that were trapped within a bra. He ripped it off of your chest and fondled them. You moan lowly as Izuku still was offering his aid in eradicating the demon. Bakugo's hands were warm, and the calloused tips of his fingers pinched your nipples till they became perky. This was so wrong.

His thrust were deep and fast. Every stroke of his cock allowed the vein under his shaft brush against your spongy spot. HE moaned in your ear the faster he got, you cried to him “ N-no, please stop (a/n: Imma virgin…. Aaaaah).” Bakugou licked your cheek and whispered in your ear “Your mouth isn’t honest at all, but your thoughts and your body are.” You whined aty how he was telling the truth. You liked this feeling, he was your first and he was stretching your pussy so gracefully.

“ IN addition to that Y/n, I think you should finally tell Kirishima how you felt about him. Because I know you’ve told me before that you’re into him, but feared rejection. Apart from the demon I could help you with that too. “ Midoriya’s words rang in your head, Eijirou’s name bounced through your brain as you suddenly remembered the fact that you loved Kirishima. His smile. His laugh. His smell, everything about Kirishima you adored and wanted to save yourself for him. Remembering your hidden love for Kirishima rose your spirits to try to get off of Bakugou was viciously shot down by him grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his cock. You moaned and Izuku asked “ Are you sick y/n? Do you need me to help you back to your chamber?”

“If you don’t answer him princess, you won’t be coming at all.” “N-no! Im fine just a little h-hot under my robes is all.” Izuku sighed, “Well that's good. You and Kirishima would make a beautiful couple with the cutests of babies.” The thought of having children with Eijirou was a pipe dream that you wanted so badly. Going home to his smiling puppy face was what you wanted. Katsuki’s thrust became more harsh, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other was, and could only be heard by you and Katsuki. Because Izuku heard it, who knows what he would’ve done, but you slowly felt a heat pool in your stomach. It was on fire, hot and heavy, your head leaned into the crook of the neck and panted like a hungry, thirsty dog.

Katsuki continued his thrust and as he continued to abuse your pulsating clit what matches the pace of your heart beat. Bakugou bared his fangs and with one final, deep, shapr thrust his teeth sank into supple skin, with small beads of blood pricking the new wounds, a silence whimper escaped your lips and you still felt thick ropes of his cum spill into your womb. He unsheathed himself from your clenching pussy after being filled to the brim, and gave you a tender kis on the temple.

You were outr of breath, panting, quivering and ashamed. You, a powerful nun was lowered to the standards of a mere slut with a cock as fat as your forearm. You felt the hot tears slide down your face and Katsuki looked down at you and pointed to a marking on your right shoulder. It was a capital letter of a tattooed B.K and as he walked out of the booth he said “Sooner than later princess, you will submit to me and become my little slave. And you won’t even see it coming,” he walked back and cupped your face in his hands and continued. “With every thought of me, you sweet pussy will become slick and hot. And you'll need me to fix it for you.” He smirked and disappeared into thin air.

This was going to be one helluva job being a nun with a demon like that.

@lady-bakuhoe @monst @itsmangoose @denkithot @smittenkitten143

[jasonrae117]

This is my first post on Tumblr. I have an ongoing story on fanfiction but I felt like trying something new. I was heavily inspired by @flyingkiki because timrae is too good of a pairing and there needs to be more stories. This is my contribution. I will be using songs throughout since its a band au but only this first chapter will have the whole song typed out. Furthermore all songs in this story exist in our world but for sake of my storytelling some will be "written" as originals by the character while others still belong to their respective artist which I will note.

For part one:

1.Dear Society- Madison Beer (As is)

2. Ribs - Lorde (As is)

3. Like That - Bea Miller and Aurora (Intended as band original)

4. COPYCAT - Billie Eilish (intended as band original)

Bad Idea, Good Intentions 

Part 1

Tim wondered why he found himself at a club on this Saturday night. Him and his friends had just graduated with their bachelor's degree in their respective fields and they convinced him to celebrate with them at this club.

By 'friends' he meant primarily his best friend Connor. The other two guys were more of Connor's friends than his but Tim knew them well enough to consider them his too. However, Connor had called him the day before and practically begged Tim to come. Apparently there was this new band that he knew the drummer and this was their highest profile gig yet and Connor wanted to support his friend by bringing whoever he could. Tim reluctantly agreed, feeling like he should get out more and spend time with his friends outside of college.

Tim already felt like this was a bad idea when he walked into a packed club with flashing lights, a fully stocked bar, and a large stage. 

"Tim! You made it!" Connor walked over to him and gave him a one armed hug as the other was occupied holding a half empty pint of beer. 

Tim smiled at his long time best friend. "Of course buddy, I keep my promises."

Connor dragged him over to the bar where their other friends Garfield and Garth were sitting. Both greeted him with cheers and hugs.

"Dude, this place is fucking great! So many hot girls!"

"Good God Gar, can you keep it in your pants for one freaking night?" Garth shoved the blond playfully and took a sip of his drink.

"What can I say, the ladies love me. I just wish your stupid band played something easier to dance to." Gar crossed his arms and glared at the stage where the four person band was performing.

"This is your friend's band?" Tim directed at Connor.

"Yeah, this is Nevermore! Wally West is the drummer. Jinx is on bass, Argent is keyboard, and Raven is the lead singer and guitarist." He pointed to each of the members.

"What the hell kind of names are those. That Raven girl already has a creepy vibe and she chooses a name like that? What's with the Edgar Allan Poe obsession?" Garfield looked bewildered and shook his head.

"I'm shocked you even know who that is. But dude, it's just their stage names."

Tim looked back to Connor wanting to know more about the band that made him come here. "What are their real names?"

"I don't know." Connor shrugged.

"Are they single?" Garth had asked grinning.

"I don't know about the other two, but don't even try with Jinx, that's Wally's girl." 

The guys entered a discussion about Connor's and Wally's friendship and what his stage name was. Tim heard it was something like Kid Flash but he wasn't paying too much attention. He was focused on the band onstage. 

The song sounded familiar but Tim wasn't big on music. Each member seemed to have their unique style and color but they all worked well together. Wally was wearing yellows, Jinx wore black and hot pink striped knee high socks with a short leather skirt and black mesh top. Her hair was dyed entirely bubble gum pink and wrapped up in two space buns. Argent had black hair with red highlights running through it and an all black outfit with a studded leather jacket. The lead singer, Raven, really caught his eye. She has a short purple bob that fell to just below her chin. 

Her outfit is what really had his mind stopping. She had on a black long sleeved ribbed shirt with a large keyhole neckline, showing off the tops of her full breasts, which was tucked into royal blue shorts that seemed to be barely long enough to even be classified as shorts with frayed edges. Her legs were encased in black fishnet stocking ending in a chunky heeled combat boot. Tim liked to think of himself as a gentleman that Alfred would be proud of but...the woman was hot. She had an hourglass figure but probably the best set of legs and ass he's ever seen. She was almost unreal how incredible she looked. 

The banter of his friends regained his attention as the band switched to another song. 

"Hey fellas, let's go hit the floor, this song is much better!" Garth and Connor finished their drinks and placed them on the bar agreeing to Garfield's request. They looked to Tim when he didn't move. 

"You guys go ahead, I'll be there in a second. I haven't even gotten a single drink in."

Connor threw an arm around him. "That's what happens when you arrive late." He ruffled his hair a bit. "Alright man, we'll try to find a spot close to the stage. See you there." 

With that his friends mingled within the crowd. Tim turned to the bar and ordered a bourbon on the rocks, he wasn't great in heavily social settings like this so he needed to calm his mind a bit. As he waited, his focus returned to the band.

They were actually really good. While he was slightly confused since their music was slower than he expected, the songs themselves were great. The lead singer had a lower voice of an alto but in the next song they started, it was clear she had a wider range. It was smooth when it needed to be but raspy and gritty, adding to the unique sound. The other girls added to the dynamic with their higher notes and he found he really liked it. 

The slow beat of their next song reverberated around the bar, drawing everyone in, particularly Tim. He moved from his spot at the countertop to one of the metal standing tables that was currently unoccupied. It stood to the mid-right of the stage with a small gathering of dancing patrons between him and the stage. He gently placed his hand that held the almost empty glass of bourbon on the surface of the table as he leaned into it. 

The lead singer Raven, he recalled from Gar's description earlier, slowly grasped the microphone. One delicate hand curled around the mic while the other laid gently in the supporting pole. Her almost raspy voice fluttered through the speakers.

 

Don't be cautious, don't be kind

You committed, I'm your crime

The low octave sounded almost sensual and her hand slid down the pole in time with the held note.

Push my button anytime

You got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger's mine

Her left hand formed into the shape of a gun and as she 'pulled the trigger' she collapsed her hand save for her single index finger that she spun slowly in a circle. Tim grinned at the small gesture representing being wrapped around one's finger and he couldn't pull his eyes away from how delicate and smooth her hands were. Even from the distance he sat she looked flawless.

Silver dollar, golden flame

Dirty water, poison rain

Perfect murder, take your aim

I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name

Raven removed the microphone from the stand with her left hand and held onto the pole with the other as she slid down to a squat. On the beat she pulsed up and down to the next lyrics.

By the way, you've been uninvited

'Cause all you say are all the same things I did

Tim swallowed, eyes having never left her body he watched as the muscles in her legs contract and saw how her amazing ass peeked out slightly more from her bottoms. The routine had certainly taken a turn to a sexual nature and he couldn't help being turned on by the attractive lead singer. Her voice seemed to just purr in his ear. She rose to her feet again as she began the chorus.

Copycat trying to cop my manner

Watch your back when you can't watch mine

Copycat trying to cop my glamour

Why so sad, bunny, you can't have mine?

Did she just make eye contact with him? Holy shit, she definitely did. And was that a smirk? Was he drooling? Tim wiped at his mouth to confirm that he did not embarrass himself. He shook his head a bit to rid himself of the ridiculous idea that she could pick him out in the growing crowd. Many more patrons, especially the male ones, drew in closer and he found that he only had a small space around his table left. No way she looked directly at him. 

Call me calloused, call me cold

You're italic, I'm in bold

She sauntered to the right side of the stage before flipping around and doing a body roll on "italic" followed by a deeper and more exaggerated one on "bold" where she popped her ass out more. There was a cheer from almost all the guys in the building and a flurry of whistles. 

Call me cocky, watch your tone

You better love me, 'cause you're just a clone

Was Time seeing right? He could have sworn she winked at him as she strutted to his side of the stage. He knew he wasn't imagining things when she deliberately pointed at him accusingly while swaying her hips. Damn it was hot in here. He knocked the rest of his drink back hoping to steady his thrumming heart.

The chorus repeated with her returning to center stage and moving the stand off to the side. She dropped to the floor and threw her legs over the side where some of the guys tried to touch her before a bouncer pushed them back. As she finished the chorus she swung her legs back onstage but pivoted so she was parallel to the edge. One leg straightened while the upstage leg was bent.

I would hate to see you go

Hate to be the one that told you so

You just crossed the line

You've run out of time

Raven brought her upper body down flat with such ease and no doubt incredible core control. She gracefully placed an arm above her head as it turned to look out at the audience all keeping in time with the now soft melody of the song.

 so sorry, now you know

Sorry I'm the one that told you so

On the extended note she curled back up and hugged her knees briefly before sitting up and resting her ass on her heels. Tim was not only impressed with her fluidity and the hot choreography, but the range she held in her vocals. He was starting to think this wasn't such a bad idea after all. 

Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, sorry

Raven bowed her head and sang softly into the mic looking like she was praying for their forgiveness. The music silenced for a beat before she snapped her head up with a devious glint in her eyes, a small curl to the side of her lips, and a quirked brow.

Sike

She got up to her knees and swayed back nearly to the former sitting position before thrusting forward again on each beat.

By the way, you've been uninvited

'Cause all you say are all the same things I did...

...you can't have mine?

She had risen to her feet again through a combination of swaying hips and body rolls. She retrieved the mic stand again and returned the mic to its post before the last lyric and ended the song in the same pose she started with.

At the song's last note the crowd erupted in applause, whistling, and to Tim's displeasure, sexual comments from some of the more rowdy and drunk guys. The band bowed and waved before thanking the owner and the audience and retreated off stage. 

His earlier worry about the band playing songs inappropriate to the occasion was thrown out the window because all parts of him thoroughly enjoyed their last song. He wouldn't dare say that to anyone but damn him if it wasn't true. That lead singer was just so gorgeous and had such a unique and fantastic voice, this must be every guy's fantasy. It was his now but who was he kidding, she must have a boyfriend. Wait...but didn't she wink at him? No, it was all an act. God he needed another drink. 

Tim made his way back to the bar and ordered another bourbon on the rocks. He paid his tab and leaned on the bar, replaying the movements of Raven's body. He felt a little shameful for not watching the other bandmates as the whole song was performed well, but she was too captivating. Probably why she was the lead singer.

 A pat on the shoulder interrupted him from his non-stop overthinking and he turned to see the smiling faces of the friends he came here with. The friends he had completely forgotten about until now. 

"Dude where the hell did you go? We had a great spot just left of center stage! There were a ton of hot girls dancing with us!" Gar waved his arms around almost smacking Garth and Connor. The two just shaking their heads and laughing.

"Not to mention a great view of the performance." Connor nudged Tim and an almost wistful look came across his eyes. Tim swallowed hard again.

"And what a performance that was. Shit that lead singer has a great body." Garth swung his arm around Gar's shoulder.

"And voice." Tim coughed and immediately took another sip of his drink realizing that it didn't help.

Garfield chuckled. "Who was listening to the music when she worked that ass like that. She probably got ninety percent of the guys in here hard by the first chorus."

"And you said she was creepy." Connor poked Gar in his chest. 

He held his hands up defensively. "Hey, that was before I knew she could get down like that! I mean her name is the bird of death, a bad omen. The other girls' names are kinda hot."

"Raven is just her stage name." Tim interjected. He didn't know why he felt like defending her, he quite literally didn't know her at all and this was typical Garfield behavior.

"Woah chill Tim. Got the hots for the lead singer? Wouldn't be the only one. Do you think she's single?" Garth lightly pushed his shoulder and took a seat next to him at the bar, flagging the bartender down. The other two looked at Connor who seemed to have the most information on the girl.

He head flicked back and forth between the two men staring at him before he understood their eager silence. "Look, I don't actually know that much about her. I just know about the fake names and mostly about Jinx. Wally doesn't really talk about the other two and I don't ask." 

Garfield groaned. "Why the hell not? Your friend is the drummer for a hot girl band and you don't ask about their relationship status, or what their real names are?"

"No I don't because that's weird and I'm sure he's told me their names, I just don't remember right now. Not like you'd have a shot with them."  The three men laughed at Garfield's expense and he crossed his arms and pouted.

"I don't see a line of girls wanting to dance with you Kent." 

"It doesn't bother me all that much Logan. Plus, I came here to support my friend not hook up with some random chick."

"Ugh you guys are all lame. I'm heading back out there. This band is playing music more my speed." Gar grounded out and spun on his heel, disappearing into the sea of bodies. 

"Good job Con, you made him all grumpy. Now I gotta calm him down." Garth grabbed his beer and followed his friend.

Tim was now reminded of why he was hesitant to come tonight. He wasn't the best of friends with Garth and Garfield and he came solely because of the desperate plea of Connor. He looked over to the stage and saw the main band playing their hearts out, music blaring over the speakers in an uptempo beat. Although it was more along the lines of typical club music, he found he preferred the darker melodies of Nevermore. 

"Yo buddy! Where'd that big brain of yours disappear to?" Connor waved his hand in front of his face dizzying him for a second. Tim reached and snatched Connor's arm to stop him and dropped it once his motion stilled.

"Sorry, I was just trying to remember something. How are you doing? Enjoying yourself?" 

"Yeah it's great. Awesome way to celebrate getting our degrees. I wish I had someone a little more special with me though, better company than those two numbskulls. How'd they graduate anyhow?" Connor took the seat the Garth vacated and spun facing the bar.

"Well, shockingly, Garth is actually pretty smart and Gar just copies off him when he can. He certainly didn't graduate magna cum laude." The two shared a laugh, lightening the mood once more. "You'll get that someone soon. Why don't you go back out there and see if she's there?"

"I feel like my soulmate isn't dancing in a club right now. I wouldn't be if my good friend wasn't playing for a big audience tonight."

"Fair enough. His band was really good. Do they play often?"

"At smaller venues yeah. I'm sure they'll be playing more here though, if any of the guys have anything to say about it." Connor smiled as if replaying a fond memory. "What do you think about Raven and Argent?"

"They're cool, great voices and Argent is amazing on the keyboard. How she keeps track of all the sounds is beyond me."

Connor let out a lighthearted chuckle. "I meant as attractive women, not their talents. Dork."

"Oh, yeah they're attractive."

"Wow, you're just not into this dude talk are you?" Connor swiveled to face him.

"I'm sorry, what am I supposed to say? I'm not going to sit here and objectify them." Tim looked seriously into his glass. It wasn't his intention to ruin the fun but he wasn't a fan of talking about his romantic interests, it felt too personal even though Connor was his best friend. 

"Sorry Tim. I didn't mean to offend you, just dumb guy stuff. I guess I've been hanging out with Gar squared too much." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Damn Tim really had a way with being a downer.

"Nah, it's all good. I think I'm just constantly in my head too much. Gotta be professional all the time and all that jazz." 

"Yeah man, well I'm gonna check on those idiots. Try to relax and have fun." Connor stood up and began to move before Tim stopped him.

"For what it's worth, I think Raven is the hottest. Her voice is positively sinful." Tim smirked at him and Connor's eyes widened as if Tim had spilt some highly classified secret. 

"There you go man! Hey maybe I can see if Wally can hook us up with a meet and greet." He winked and came back toward Tim to clap him on the shoulder. He started walking backwards toward the mass of people dancing to the music while pointing at Tim and sending him a knowing wink again. Tim just shook his head and laughed. 

[packsbeforesnacks]

Zip Zap Zop || Blanche & Winn

TIMING: Friday, October 11th, 2019, Midday LOCATION: UMWC PARTIES: @harlowhaunted​ & @packsbeforesnacks​ SUMMARY: Winn makes his first friend (?) in White Crest. Oh God, Blanche has AirPods in. She can’t hear us! WARNINGS: None.

“—don’t think you can ignore me young lady! Blanche! I am speaking to you!” Blanche guessed that ignoring the ghost of her great-grandmother was probably some cardinal sin or something, but she was going on and on about things that just didn’t matter. Like her class load for the semester or how she was still an accounting major or how the boots she was wearing wasn’t appropriate for October (for some reason). Blanche was not going to get caught speaking to a ghost today. Everyone already thought she talked to herself, and she wasn’t really in the mood to pull an excuse out of her ass. She just wanted to go to class, take her test, and go home so she could nap before going to the night shift at Mooseventures. She was unwinding her headphones as she sped-walked through campus. “Blanche! Don’t you dare!” Oh, she dared. She shoved her earbuds in her ear and immediately blasted the first song she could find on her Spotify. Looked like Billie Ellish was what she was going with. Of course, she could still see Granny, and had to sidestep her a few times to ignore the unpleasant bone-chilling sensation she would get if she walked through a ghost. Sure, it looked a little ridiculous, like she was constantly trying to walk on something very specific, but she didn’t give a shit because she was just focused on four things. Class, test, home, nap. Class, test, home, nap. Class, test, home, nap. Class, test, home, nap.

Fridays had always been Winn’s favorite part of the school week, especially once he’d gotten to college. Drinking on Thursday nights with his packmates and waking up with nothing to do other than plan a party or a prowl had been a highlight of his years as an upperclassmen. Graduate school, Winn was finding, had a much more regular rhythm to it. He could manage to get his schedule to end early enough — there was no chance of him going furry in the middle of an Abnormal Psych lecture — but he and his attention span were doomed to fight through Friday classes. That struggle was all the worse this close to a Full Moon, when the wolf wanted nothing more than to tear Professor Rafferty limb from limb for no reason other than Rafferty looking like a snack — and not the sexy kind. But sweet freedom was in his clutches now, as he jogged towards the parking lot. Winn was getting some strange looks from undergrads for his mid-October clothing choices. Most of them had retreated into at least a loose jacket, some into sweaters. Winn had enough body heat running through him from his other half, thanks, and would wear a tanktop until the moment the odd looks turned into thinly-veiled suspicion. Winn had somewhat of a reputation, back home anyway, for his allergy to covering his arms or legs. He’d only recently switched into tanks and jean shorts, evolving from the crop tops and athletic shorts that were often still too hot for him in Virginia summers. Maine was cooler, sure, but not by that much. Winn stopped to stretch his calf out on the edge of a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. But as he leaned down, he noticed two things in rapid succession: first, that a blonde girl had just wandered past him and into the crosswalk and, second, that a university bus was coming fast down the street. Shit.

That was the thing about university buses. Did they care about speed limits? No. Did they care about students? No. In fact, more often than not, students could be seen hauling ass after one that had just closed its doors on them. Blanche had been there once or twice before she just gave up. Her car was easier, or even her bike when her car decided it was too good to work. Blanche was determined to ignore Granny and just stay listening to her music in peace. Except, as she sidestepped a guy (who had to be cold from how he was dressed. Then again, she shouldn't judge him, the bitter cold hadn't sunk into Maine yet. But, as Game of Thrones was fond of saying, winter was coming), Blanche had managed to wander right out into the middle of the road when it wasn’t her turn to walk. This hadn't been the first time something like this had happened. Usually it was for the same reason: trying to get the hell away from ghosts. She was lucky she hadn’t been hit yet. Blanche, though, had never walked in front of a bus. Granny’s screech of warning caused her phone to go on the fritz, and just as she looked up to start yelling, she saw the bus. Not only was there not enough time to move anyway, she was rooted to the spot. Frozen, like a deer in the headlights. At least I won't have to take my test or go to work, her mind cruelly supplied. “Oh fu—”

This was why he had to let the wolf out more often, actually! The proximity to the full moon was causing him to be sloppy and adventurous. Normally, he could work off the excess energy in the woods, but he’d been so, so busy. So, when Winn saw a person in danger, he leapt to action. Later, he would say he knew it must’ve looked strange, from the outside, when he bent the rest of the way down and ran at the girl on all fours, but, as he’d argue, he was already so close to the ground and he was faster on his hands and feet — his paws — than he’d ever be on two legs. In the time it would take him to bend back up and bolt into the street, the girl would lose precious time. ‘Course, he wasn’t much thinking about this at the time, his brain mostly concerned with blaring “DANGER” since he was, pretty much, a dog running into traffic and the wolf howling “GO, GO, GO!” in the back of his mind. Unlike when he was in his wolf form, though, a hit from a bus could do a lot of damage to his objectively nice bod. Fortunately for him and the girl both, the bus was fast, but Winn was faster — thank goodness for speed limits and relatively self-aware drivers. He grabbed the girl, tucking her smaller form under one of his arms, and shoved his body through the crosswalk. They landed with a thud on the edge of the sidewalk, a bit bruised but alive. Nothing in his life could be so easy, though. Winn sprang to his feet, too fast and without letting go of the girl under his arm... and almost immediately, Winn and the girl were tumbling together through, somehow, a window. Now, how’d that get there?

Blanche was pretty sure she blacked out sometime between Granny going absolutely batshit and the fuckboy running into her at a million miles an hour. She came back just as her and the fuckboy hit the curb. Ouch. Well, she wasn’t dead, so that had to be the bright side here. Except, she still didn’t really know what was happening. Granny was still losing her fucking mind. That was the problem with seeing and hearing ghosts that no one else could. Too frequently, they kept talking to her, and it was too hard to focus on the people who were among the living. It was overwhelming. Blanche coughed slightly, a tad winded, before they were moving again. Fuckboy — she should stop calling him that, he just saved her life — hadn’t released his hold on her, and to be honest, she was kind of holding on for dear life. The window was a surprise, because, really, why the hell was there a fucking window in the middle of campus. There wasn’t even a building attached to it. They tumbled and landed on the ground again, and this time Blanche hurriedly let go before any other harm could come to them. Well, maybe harm was a little strong, because for going through a window, she was feeling pretty alright. Blanche carefully scrambled to her knees to see a crowd of shocked students wearing all black staring at them, and realized almost instantly that they just dove straight through the theatre majors’ set piece. Blanche, a little dazed from the adrenaline, looked at Fuckboy. “Your shirt’s broken—” Blanche said, eyes wide as she started to stand. Bad move, bad move, super duper bad move. Her head connected what felt like concrete and she dropped like a sack of potatoes back to the ground.

There was nothing like flying through a window to bring some real perspective on things. For one, that Winn should maybe wear sturdier tanks to class. The one he’d had on was shredded — just, completely torn to bits. A piece of fabric hung from one of his nipple rings and, while Winn had very little shame, it was pretty embarrassing. It looked more like the world’s worst party streamer or, eesh, tassels? Tacky. He ignored the wolf-whistles (ha) from a few of the folks whose window Winn had just busted as the blonde scrambled away from him. Her clothes were fine, though they looked frankly suffocating. He heard her say something as he pulled himself up off of the ground, but his senses were finally coming back into their typical resting place and, well, he was admittedly distracted. With dim shock covering his heightened perception just enough, he didn’t notice the girl picking herself up off the ground until she connected with his head. Winn barely felt it, though from the way that the girl dropped back to the ground, he supposed she had to feel it. Huh. Guess what his ma had always said about him having a hard head was true. He crouched back down, ignoring the fairly indignant rumbling from the people dressed in black surrounding him and the girl. He looked at the glass surrounding them, finally realizing that the “window” had been something more fake. Winn had busted through actual glass before and, well, his shirt wouldn’t have been the only victim if they’d tumbled through real glass. That was a mark in his favor, but, well. The girl was definitely going to hate him. He’d shoved her through a window! Dumbass. Dumb wolf, dumb man. Dumb wolfman. Sighing, he reached out his hand, “Uh, sorry… about that. Are you okay? I was trying to get you out of the way, but think I might’ve done more harm than good…”

Maybe if she just laid there, they would leave her there to perish due to the forces of nature. Now, she had a headache, but all things considered, at least she hadn’t been squashed by a bus. Blanche opened an eye, before letting out a low groan as the Fuckboy said something to her. He looked ridiculous. How the hell did that happen to his shirt, there had to be, like, physics against that. “I’m okay,” she said, reaching out to grab his hand and pull herself up. This time, she was carefully avoiding smashing heads with anyone else, much less concrete head over here. “I wasn’t paying attention. I’d rather go through a thing of stage glass than get hit by a bus, honestly, so thanks for that.” She rubbed her head, before fully examining the contents around her and the disgruntled theatre majors. “Um,” Blanche lowered her voice to a whisper, wincing slightly. “I don’t think they’re too happy about the window, though…”

Winn whistled lowly at the destruction. “Yeah, uh, sorry folks. We didn’t mean to break your window. Honest. Just, er, an unfortunate accident. I’m Winn, by the way.” He wasn’t sure whether he was saying that to them, or to the girl he’d tackled near halfway across campus. Was it a bad idea to let them know his name? He could run away, but then Shorty would be straddled with the clean-up, or retribution, or whatever theatre majors could actually do. Method act at him? Winn hadn’t been a bully or anything in high school (he didn’t hang with bullies either, so he didn’t know how to shove people in lockers), but he was sure he could rumble with a few (honestly, kinda scrawny) undergrads dressed in black. As he was contemplating this, a put-upon looking older woman ran a hand down her face, bags under her eyes. She sighed deeply, but before she could say anything, Winn interrupted: “We could, I don’t know, do something for y’all? Quip bro quo, or whatever? We, um…” He licked his lips, panicking, and looked to the girl standing next to him. One hand raised and covering his lips moving, he stage-whispered (ha), “Do you have any ideas?”

This could not be happening. Blanche looked warily between Winn and the angry theatre majors. How was this her fault, exactly? She was considering just backing up and running away, and leaving Mr. Nipple Tassel to deal with it himself. As if Granny could sense what she was thinking, she hissed in her ear: “You were the idiot that walked in front of a bus. Take responsibility for your actions!” Sure. Okay. But did Winn, as she learned his name was, have to jump through a window while still holding on to her? Blanche’s gaze snapped from the tired woman who could only be the drama director when Winn offered up a Quip Bro Quo. Oh god, he was an idiot. And then he turned to her and asked if she had any bright ideas. “Uh—” Oh. She sure didn’t. Blanche grimaced, and looked between everyone. “Um. Well. Hi. I’m Blanche.” Well, that was stupid, now they knew her name. Fuck. The woman was giving her a withering stare. “We could… offer labor?” Blanche said, weakly. She glanced up at Winn. “I don’t know, paint sets? Or something?”

The woman was still glaring at the both of them. “Or something,” she confirmed.

[jj-lynn21]

Snow in Hollywood Chapter 3

@tephi101​ @sweet-teekorbs​ warnings:  flirting,  hot tub scene, teasing brothers, intimacy interruptions, naked Skarsgards, angst, makeover madness

Chapter 3

The day moves along into the evening and Bill makes cheeseburgers and French fries for dinner. Soon it is time to put the little ones to bed. Kolbjorn fell asleep at the dinner table after eating his French fries but it takes 4 stories to convince Ossian to go to sleep. You help clean up the dishes from dinner. Valter has gone off to meet up with his girlfriend.

Bill says, “You want to chill in the hot tub?”

You say, “well um…”

Bill said, “A tank top and panties is fine if you are uncomfortable. I know its more of a big thing in the States to be naked in front of people and if it would make you more comfortable, I’ll wear shorts.”

You say, “Yeah we do have our hang-ups.” You giggle saying, “I can just take this skirt off and I’m ready to go in the tub.”

Bill says, “Cool, I have boxers on so I can take everything off but them for you Princess.”

The way he looks at you while he says that makes you blush. Then you both head out to the pool and hot tub. You take off your skirt and throw it over a lounge chair. Then you watch him get undressed admiring his slim body in the light of the half moon and few lights around the pool. He helps you into the hot tub. The water is hot but not to hot. Steam rolls off it. Bill gets into the hot tub and relaxes with his head back. You move over closer to him laying back on his arm, so he pulls you a little closer. He looks at you.

Bill says, “I think you are going to have a fun day tomorrow.”

You say, “Yeah.”

You seem frozen looking at each other for a moment before he leans in. You close your eyes as you hold your breath a little.

Alex says, “Hey little brother.”

Bill says, “Fuck.”

Gustaf says, “Its been a long day. We will join you two.”

They take off all their cloths and jump in the hot tub. Your eyes are wide.

Alex says, “So, how was your day Princess. My brother hasn’t been being all creepy has he.”

Beat red you say, “No, he hasn’t. He is taking me to a Ball this weekend.”

Gustaf says, “I’m not sure that is a good idea. You keep a watch out for any one out of the ordinary.”

Alex and Bill look at him and in unison say, ‘How can you tell if anyone is out of the ordinary in Hollywood?”

Grumbling Gustaf says, “Just be careful with her Bill. If anything, ever happened to her our Dad would kill us.”

Alex says, “Maybe we should all go to that Ball.”

Bill says, “And maybe not.”

You laugh a little.

Alex says, “I’d be happy to take you to find a dress tomorrow Princess.”

Bill says, “I made her an appointment with Fairy Godmother tomorrow. Then an afternoon at the spa. I was hoping one of you had the time off tomorrow and Friday to watch the little ones.”

Alex says, “Sure thing little brother.”

You get out of the hot tub and Bill quickly follows to wrap a towel around you. He rest his hands on you your shoulders.

You say, “I should get some sleep for tomorrow. I must be there at four in the morning. What time do we have to leave, Bill?”

Bill said, “Three thirty should be fine even if we hit traffic. Its right at the bottom of the hill.”

You head inside.

Bill says, “I’m heading to bed to. You guys have fun.”

Alex says, “Not the same bed. Give the girl some space.”

You can still hear them and blush badly.

Bill says, “Shut up asshole, of course not.”

Teasing a little more as Bill walks into the house Gustaf says, “Hope we didn’t interrupt. Oh, Hell I know we did and I’m fine with that.”

Alex and Gustaf laugh hysterically. Bill catches up to you. He throws you his t-shirt for you to put on to be warm. He leans on the door.

Bill says, “Sorry about them. They can be idiots sometimes.”

As you scoot passed him with his shirt and get clean under garments you say, “Yeah, I know guys can be like that.”

You go into the bathroom with your things. He stands at the closed door.

Bill says, “Good night Princess. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He walks towards his room with his head down as you come out in his t-shirt. It’s a perfect night shirt on you.

You say, “Good night Bill. I’ll see you in the morning.”

A small smile crosses his face as he goes into his room and shuts the door. You go to your room. Snuggling into the extra-large t-shirt you fall asleep.

In just under six hours you hear Bill’s softly trying to wake you.

Bill says, “Princess its time to wake up. We have a half hour before we have to leave.”

You jump up hearing you have such little time. A guy can easily get ready in half an hour but you have to shower and figure out what to wear and do your make-up and…. Bill sees you rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Bill says, “All you need is a shower and throw on some pants and a shirt. We won’t be late I promise.”

You grab yellow shorts and a royal blue button up sweater and run into the bathroom to shower. You brush your hair out and put it in a ponytail since that is the quickest thing you can do. You are out in the livingroom within twenty-five minutes. You put on a baseball cap you see on the table but hide your face. You don’t wear much make-up, but you like to hide the imperfections you think you have.

As you head to the door you say, “Don’t look at me.”

Chuckling as he grabs his keys Bill says, “Ok, but you will always look beautiful to me. You probably look your best without any make-up at all.”

You need coffee and you’re angry he didn’t wake you sooner. He opens the car door for you to get inside. You have your arms crossed. You snap at Bill when he gets in the car.

You say, “Look at me. I’m hideous and I want coffee. I never go anywhere in the morning without make-up and especially without first having coffee.”

Bill says, “I got it Princess. What kind of coffee would you like? Do you want some food also?”

Bill is on his phone as he calmly tries to get you everything you want.

You say, “Carmel latte and a chocolate chip croissant.”

Bill says, “No problem. Your make-up and hair will be the first thing they do this morning. “

He starts the car driving to the appointment.

You say, “Oh, I guess that’s cool.”

You take a deep breath to calm down. You know he is just doing his best. He did set up this whole day for you. When you go into the shop you are both greeted with coffee. Bill is taken one way for a last fitting of his suit and you are taken the other direction. Everyone fawns over you as one lady twists your hair up out of the way and puts some basic make-up on you. You feel much better after that.

You get measured when they stand you on a small stage. Then a myriad of dresses are brought into the room in every color and style imaginable.

A shorter guy with bleach blond hair enters the room with a clip board in hand.

He says, “You look beautiful Princess. You will be easy to fit. I will find you the perfect dress for tomorrow night. Just call me your Fairy Godmother. Now what are some of your favorite colors?”

You say, “I like to wear red, blue and yellow mostly, but I’m open to whatever you think will look best.”

He says, “Absolutely no yellow. The critics will crush you for that color and it does nothing for Billy. We are here to make you look fabulous to complement his completely dopey sexy man thang. He is yummy, isn’t he.”

You blush as you say, “Yes, I guess he is um yummy.”

He says, “Your so shy. I love it. Oh, I know he’s going to want to eat you up when we are done. Of course, he won’t see this creation until tomorrow night but boy are we going to blow his mind.”

You giggle as you watch your Fairy Godmother go through the dresses on every rack throwing a bunch on the floor as his helpers come to grab them to take them to the back. They are obviously the no pile. He finally turns to you.

He says, “I think we can work with one of these. You ready to play twenty-seven dresses but with more like fifty?”

You say, “Bring it on. I love trying on cloths.”

He says, “That’s good because we are going to be here awhile.” He snaps his fingers and says, “Bring her a Evian or do you like Fuji water better Princess?”

You say, “Either one is fine.”

He says, “With that meekness someone is going to bring you tap water.”

You say, “Fuji water is what I want while I try on all these dresses.”

He says, “That’s the way to do it girl. Now I have mostly short dresses for you. We can also make them shorter to fit your frame. I think you will look best in ruby red but also I have some blue to see if they bring out those gorgeous eyes more.”

His assistants help you try on each dress. He looks at you from all directs. they pin things when they are told. You turn around when you are told. Sometimes a breast pops out. Sometimes the dress just isn’t comfortable and you say so. Your Fairy Godmother keeps shaking his head no, even though there have already been a few you really like. Its way more work than you expected, and you ask for another fuji water. They bring it to you quickly.  Eventually he raises his hands.

He says, “Stop, I think we found it. The perfect dress. I knew red was your color. How do you like it?”

You say, “I love it. Its comfortable to wear. And I love how the skirt twirls up a bit when I spin. “

He says, “now for shoes Princess. How high of heel can you walk in without falling. Your man is very tall. We don’t want it to look like he is dating a little girl and you easily look like a teenager.”

Giggling you say, “I can wear six-inch wedge heels but I’m not comfortable with stilettos.”

He says, “Oh, sweetheart he didn’t hire you to go with him so we are definitely staying away from anything that would insinuate you are a girl for hire. Give me a minute. I will go find you the perfect wedge heels to go with that amazing dress. We only need to shorten it up three inches, so it is exactly six inches above your knees.”

His associates start pinning the bottom of the dress while he goes to the back for your shoes. You drink your water as you try to stand as still as possible. You rather not be pricked by a stray pin. He comes back with three pairs of wedge heels. One is red glitter that match the dress perfectly. The other is silver glittery that matches the material of the dress. The third is shiny but not glittery. They are red with a royal blue flower that has a little yellow in the center. He holds those up first.

He said, “I thought you might love these. A dash of yellow and blue to match your eyes is fine I say. To Hell with the vultures.”

You say, “I love them!”

He says, “Good the rest of these are a bit gaudy anyway. Sit, sit so I can put them on you and see your strut.”

You sit down and he puts them on you. The strap fits perfectly on your ankle. They don’t feel to big or to small. They feel and look perfect. You get up. After walking a few steps you spin.”

He screams with delight as he says,” You will truly be the Princess of this Ball. You just need one more thing from me.”

He opens a few drawers and shovels things round before he pulls out a lace mask. He put it on you.

He says, “Look in the mirror Princess.”

You look in the mirror and grin.

He says, “You don’t remove this all night and it will drive him crazy until you do. Now, I am sorry, but I must fix that dress overnight, so I need it back. I will go check on your love while my assistants help you get yourself back into that cute shorts outfit you were wearing when you came in today. I don’t care what the fashion police say, yellow looks fabulous on you.”

He leaves the room. His assistants help you get out of the mask, shoes and dress and put them all together on a hanger with a bag attached and mark it with the name “Snow Princess”. You are way happier than when you got there. You walk out and Bill is standing there rubbing his neck, picking invisible lint off his shirt and rubbing his hands together. He sees you are happy and smiles. You run over to him and he picks you up and swings you around before putting you down,

Chuckling Bill says, “So, it went well.”

You say, “It was amazing. I tried on about fifty dresses.”

Escorting you out to the car Bill says, “But you found one you liked.”

You say, “I found a dress you will love.”

He says, “I wasn’t planning on wearing a dress but cool.”

You laugh as you get in the car. He goes around and gets in to drive.

Bill says, “A trip to the spa is next.”

Without telling him detail about what you will be wearing you go on and on about your experience. He just smiles. He pulls up to the doors of the spa and a valet is there to park the car. Bill gets out, hands the valet his keys and goes around to open your door. He kisses the top of your hand as he helps you out and you swear you see a flash of light like a camera go off before he rushes you inside.

Bill says, “Sorry about the pictures. Sometime the paparazzi figure out where I am going and just take my picture. They might have just got your hand. I shielded you enough so no one will see your face. I know we can’t let your Stepmother figure out you are here.”

You say, “Yes, that would be bad.”

Bill says, “We will leave through the secret exit when we are done. I don’t what to take any chances with you.”

The two of you walk in and several attendants come over to greet you. You are taken to two separate rooms again. They have you strip and just put on a white rob. Then you meet up with Bill again in a room with two tables. The low-lit room has some light piano music playing and smells like jasmine and vanilla. Bill unwraps his rob and lays on the table. You do the same on the other table.

Yawning Bill says, “They will let us rest here for a while before our message so if you are tired go ahead and nap.”

You say, “Ok, I could use a little nap.”

You both drift off for about an hour before you feel warm oil on your back. You keep your eyes shut as you get a soft gentle message over your whole body.

Your masseuse leans down when he whispers, “when you are ready, I can take you to the other room for a facial and mani-pedi.”

You open your eyes as you lift your head and look over to Bill. He seems passed out. Steaming rocks are laying all over the back of his body. Just a towel barely covers his ass. You get up slowly and your masseuse helps you put your robe back on and tie it in the front. When you sit in the chair for your facial another person offers you a bottled water before he gets started. You take a few sips and then he lays you back and message your face. He rubs some thick gritty lotion on your face and puts a warm towel over it.

He says, “This just needs to set a few minutes Princess. Can you breathe?”

You nod yes. The music is relaxing so time seems to pass quickly or maybe you dozed off again. After he rinses your face, he puts some light make up on you. When you look in the mirror your face looks brighter than it ever has been. Another person comes over to you.

She says, “Hi Princess. I will be doing your mani-pedi. We can do your pedicure first so you can have some lunch. We can get you anything you would like.”

You glance around for Bill as you follow her over to the pedicure station. You see him relaxing as he gets a facial. It makes you feel better when you see him close by.

You say, “I’ll take a Pink drink and a Tomato and Mozzarella sandwich from Starbucks please.”

She nods and gives your order to an assistant who runs out the door. As your feet are soaking, she is back with your lunch. By that time Bill is sitting next you and the assistant runs to get his lunch.

You say, “Did you have a nice nap Bill.”

Chuckling he says, “Yeah, how about you?”

You say, “Yeah, this is very nice.”

Bill says, “Yeah, it’s cool to come here before I go to an event or if I just feel stressed.”

He reaches over to hold your hand. Your meal sits on a small table beside you, so you take a few sips and eat slowly. Then its time for your manicure. You slowly let go of Bill’s hand as you are led away from him again.  You explain to them what your shoes look like so your nails will match. You don’t want them to long but a little over lay with red color and blue flowers with yellow middles would be great. They do just that without making it look to gaudy. You watch Bill get a manicure with clear polish. He patiently waits for you when he is done. When you are done you head back home.

In the car Bill says, “Your nails look great. I can’t wait to see the dress that goes with them.”

You say, “I can’t wait to show you the dress that goes with them.”

You walk to the door hand in hand looking at each other smiling. He takes both of your hands as you stand at the door.

You say, “Thank you for all we did today.”

Bill says, “Your welcome Princess. I’d do anything to see that pretty smile on your face.”

This just makes you smile bigger. He pulls you in closer. You wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his eyes. He leans down. You close your eyes really wanting to kiss him at this moment. Its about as perfect as it can be. Alex opens the door.

Alex say, “They made it home. I made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner.”

Even though you didn’t even kiss him you rush in a little embarrassed you were caught in an intimate moment. You head to the restroom to wash up.

Under his breath Bill says, “Fuck you Alex.”

Gustaf says, “We have to protect the Princess’ virtue.”

Sam says. “I think someone could use some alone time in their room before they get to backed up. You know that’s not medically safe.”

All the guys are laughing when you come out of the bathroom. Even the kids are laughing even though they have no idea what they are laughing about. Bill has a dopey pouty look on his face. You put your hand on his back and he jumps.

You say, “You alright?”

Gustaf says, “Oh, he’s just a little blue.”

They all laugh again.

You say, “Ok, boys enough for now. Let’s have a nice dinner.”

Alex, Sam, Gustaf and Valter say, “Yes, Princess.”

The kids follow suit and say, “Yes, Princess.”

Bill goes to wash up before dinner. You sit down.

Gustaf says, “We should start without him. It might take him awhile.”

You give him a stern look.

Gustaf says, “Sorry Princess.”

But everyone starts to eat including you. Eventually Bill comes out to join the family feasting. Everyone is to busy eating to say anything else. You excuse yourself when you are done. Exhausted from your day you just want to get some sleep, so you are ready for whatever this ball has in store for you. You know you will eventually get time alone with Bill tomorrow to get that first you hope of many kisses and more. 

[izupie]

‘Beep Beep Beep’ - Chapter 6 - Strengths (and weaknesses)

Heeyyyy, I’m still alive! Sorry for the long wait on this chapter, Jan and Feb were not kind writing months for me;;; 

I’m enjoying finally getting to scenes I’ve had in my head from the outset of this fic~ And cameos! Cameos everywhere! Can you get them all??

Thanks for sticking with me on this, and for all of the comments and kudos you kind and generous people have given me ! I am so so grateful for all the wonderful support.

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[Izupie’s AO3]

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> Izuku is faced with his worst nightmare as a paramedic - the patient is someone he cares about.

Izuku dashed into his kitchen, tugged down the hem of his shirt and gulped down the remainder of last night’s cup of water, shuddering a little at the familiar stale taste. His alarm had woken him up, but he’d been so tired that he’d switched it off instead of snoozing it and then fallen back to sleep before he’d made it out of bed. He was only twenty minutes behind schedule, but his morning routine relied on him fitting as much in as he could with the time he had. He’d just have to jog to the gym a little faster.

He shook his head and groaned as he tied the laces up on his boots, fumbled with the knot in his haste, and had to start again.  He really shouldn’t have stayed up so late texting with Ochako… But just the memory of their exchanges brought a smile to his face as he swept out of his apartment and locked the door behind him. He had been so nervous about putting his number under her door – determined to do it even though he’d missed the opportunity when they were face to face – and then spent the next few hours trying not to constantly glance at his phone. He’d assumed that maybe she was too embarrassed about what her friend had said and didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Or she’d been offended by how fast he’d taken off from her apartment.

The girl with pink hair, that had introduced herself as Mina, let slip that Ochako thought he was a ‘good person’, and that had made him so happy in a way he didn’t fully understand. He had been told he was a good person many times by his patients, but it had never produced that kind of reaction from him before. She said that she’d never seen Ochako ‘like that over a boy before’, and that had made his heart leap in his chest in a feeling he could only describe as hopeful? Excited? Did she… like him? ‘You can’t trust a cute smile’ Mina also said, but were those her words (paraphrasing maybe?), or was that something Ochako had told her? Did she think he had a cute smile?

He tried not to let his mind wander back to last night, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He had a bad habit of letting thoughts bounce around his head too much, so he’d been unable to sleep, even after he’d stopped texting Ochako with his promise of going to bed. His mind had been buzzing with the strange turn of events over the last couple of days.  

In the corridor Izuku considered taking the lift down to the bottom floor, but he could take the stairs just as fast; he could go down them two at a time, even with his fairly short legs.

By the time he shoved open the building’s front doors into the frozen air he was already hot from his jog down the stairs, so the chill hit him with force and made him shiver; he was only wearing a thin jacket, but he knew his fast jog would warm him up quickly. Izuku took a deep breath in and out, watched it swirl away, then set off.

He went over the messages he’d sent her last night in his mind while he jogged, even though he didn’t really want to – he was worried that he had come across too forward. It was always difficult to read tone through texts, so he’d tried hard to keep it light and playful, even though he was agonising over the phrasing of each message before he sent it.

Izuku spent a lot of his free time blogging about the movies he watched, participating in forum discussions, and even writing his own fanfiction, but typing messages to the girl who lived upstairs had made him so nervous that he’d been wiping sweaty hands on his sleeping shorts between texts.

The effect she had on him was so strange, he couldn’t explain it. He could calm people down when they’d been in accident, he could bandage bleeding wounds, pop a joint back into its socket, chat to lonely old people, make a worried child smile, but he blushed and stuttered around her like he’d never spoken to a girl before in his life. Which, admittedly, he’d not spoken to many girls. But even then, he could speak to them without feeling highly conscious of not only everything he did, but hyper aware of everything she did too. The way her hair bobbed when she made motions with her head was so cute, her animated hand movements while she spoke made him smile and her cheeks (that were always pink anyway) would bloom even brighter sometimes when they spoke. She had such pretty, kind, big brown eyes. When she looked at him, he just felt good somehow, like she was seeing him in a way nobody else ever had…

Izuku ran a hand through his messy hair, his heartbeat racing not just from the jog.

Maybe I… Maybe I do want to be more than just friends with her…? Maybe ‘friends’ just won’t be enough for me…

He blinked as he realised it.

The warm feelings and the butterflies in his stomach when he spent time with her, especially when they had their almost-a-date last night was because… Oh.

No wonder he’d impulsively asked her to spend more time with him.

At least the best thing about texting was that he couldn’t stutter. But it was easy to send something and regret it – which is why he also couldn’t stop thinking about that ridiculous text kiss he’d sent her.

Izuku could feel heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks as he remembered his horror at seeing the text send with a kiss. He hadn’t meant to type it, but he’d been sleepy and happy and it just kind of happened. As soon as he’d tapped the send button, he’d immediately noticed his mistake. He threw his phone away from him and shoved his pillow over his head, burying himself under his bed quilt as if he could escape what he’d done. But it was too late.

When his phone buzzed again he’d spent a few minutes putting off the inevitable, until he couldn’t take it anymore and rummaged on the floor for wherever he’d flung it. She’d replied with a kiss back.

Izuku smiled widely into the fresh early morning air, nodding his head politely at a passing dog walker who shuffled along, bundled up in a thick winter coat.

He was keeping up a good pace, so it wouldn’t take him long to get to the gym at the rate he was going – he’d be able to make up the time he lost soon. Izuku stopped at the side of a road, jogging on the spot to stay warm, as a few delivery vans sped past. There were many businesses and stores in the city that relied on the early deliveries they provided, but they usually just interrupted the momentum on his jogs. He checked his watch again and waited until there was a big enough gap to cross, leaping over the pool of ice that always formed in the gutters of the roads. There was something beautiful about all the ice and frost that glittered and shined before the sun rose, but he’d been to so many accident scenes where someone had slipped on ice that he knew first-hand how dangerous that winter beauty could be.

He only needed to go around the corner, cross the road, and he’d be there. He’d made great ti-

Izuku slowed slightly as he rounded the corner and saw an ambulance across the road ahead of him. The crouched forms of two paramedics were easily identifiable by their bright green coats, though he couldn’t tell who they were from so far away. A lady in a purple tracksuit stood off to one side, clutching a fluffy dog to her chest.

His eyebrows pulled together sharply, and he pushed forwards with speed.

As he approached the scene he recognised the two paramedics crouching over the patient on the floor; Shino’s perfectly sculptured burgundy bob and Ryuko’s bright blonde ponytail gave them away.

His boots thumped on the concrete as he got closer which must have alerted them to his swift approach, because Shino spoke over her shoulder in a voice full of authority, “Sorry, but can you please keep the area clear, this is an accident scene.”

Ryuko looked up sharply. “Sir, you’re going to have to- oh! Izuku!” Her blue eyes widened.

Izuku nodded. “What’s happened?”

Shino gave him a glance, but her attention remained focused on the patient, who was still hidden from Izuku’s line of sight. “We’re still assessing, but looks like head trauma. Can you hear me?” she added, raising her volume. “We need to immobilise your neck so that your spine stays still, okay?”

The patient didn’t reply.

Izuku knew he should stay a respectful distance away, so that he didn’t get in their way while they worked, especially since he didn’t have his uniform on, but he was physically unable to stop himself from moving forwards and seeing if there was something that he could do.  

“Can I hel- …… Oh… no… It can’t be-” he croaked.

Ryuko narrowed her eyes at him but continued to help Shino with the equipment they would need, both working with care and speed.

Izuku’s whole body ran cold.

No.

No no no.

It felt like the ground had opened beneath his feet, leaving his stomach and heart flipping over as he plunged down and down and down. He had never frozen at an accident scene before, but it felt like every limb had locked in place. His throat seemed to constrict, and he took in a deep sharp breath, feeling like his chest was too tight.

“Ochako,” he whispered hoarsely

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[katelides]

One Shot 23

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Guest: I don’t I always have a liking with high school Bechloe au or ahtlete and cheerleader au... sooo Can you do one with Beca as a basketball or football captain and Chloe as a cheerleader.. they’re a couple.. And then new guy come into the team and took interest to Chloe.. Jealous Beca with angst Bechloe just no break up..  Thanks.. I’m sorry of its a lot and English is not my first language

One Shot 23

[From] Beca See you at practice, I need to set up the gym xx

[From] Chloe I’ll be there in 20, did you eat anything? xx

[From] Beca Forgot, can you grab a banana from my locker? :D xx

[From] Chloe Way ahead of you Becs, see you later! xx

[From] Beca You’re the best babe! xx

“Texting Beca, again?” Chloe looks up from her phone with a grin. “Oh shut it Aubrey, you and Stacie are worse.”

“What are we worse at?” Chloe jumps up when Stacie sneaks up on her. “Dude, I told you to stop doing that.” Aubrey and Stacie burst out in laughter. “You have been spending way too much time with Beca.” Stacie teases the redhead. “Alright if you two keep this up I’ll make you run extra laps.” Chloe threatens in a very joking way. “Oh shoot…” Chloe tries to hide her head in her locker. “What’s wrong?” Aubrey asks a bit concerned at her best friend’s behavior.

Chloe sighs. “It’s that new guy… Chicago? He keeps hitting on me, and he won’t take a hint.” Aubrey and Stacie turn around and see the tall guy walking towards them. “Well, he’s on his way here so square up cap.” Chloe grunts and pulls her head out of her locker. “Hello ladies, Chloe I’ve been looking for you. Do you have a moment?” The girls had to admit, Chicago is hot but they can see that Chloe is uncomfortable.

“Hey Chloe, you ready for practice?” The redhead has no idea where he came from but is extremely relieved when he wraps his arms around her waist and places a quick kiss on her cheek. “Hi Jesse, we were just on our way. Do you want to walk us there?” She asks sweetly, gauging Chicago’s reaction. “Sorry, I need to talk to the new recruit before practice. But I’ll see you there.” Chloe shrugs and motions the other girls to follow her towards the gym. “Later Jesse.” Stacie finishes of with a wink before linking her arm with Aubrey’s.

Chicago follows the girls with his eyes until they disappear around the corner. “I’m going to give you a fair warning since you’re the new kid.” Chicago turns around to face Jesse. “Chloe is in a very committed relationship so stay away from her, you don’t want to get in the way of them.” The newbie nods his head slowly. That won’t stop me though… a girl’s taste changes quickly. He thinks to himself. “I’m just having some fun dude, no need to get possessive over your girl.” Jesse scoffs. “You wish she was my girl.” Jesse walks away without a second glance. “Don’t be late for practice.”

-,-,-,-,-

Chloe is going over the new cheerleading routine with the girls when Chicago turns up and watches them closely. “With a cheerleading squad like this there’s no way our team can’t win.” He comments after a while. “True, Chloe’s routines are the best.” One of the girls comments making their redhead captain glare at her. “Amanda, I’m only as good as my team.” She practically hisses at the blonde who just grins back. “Oh come on Chlo, you’re amazing, don’t try to hide it.”

What Chicago doesn’t know is that Beca has been watching the exchange carefully. She’s not the jealous type, especially with Chloe. She trusts the cheerleading captain blindly but she doesn’t trust the new guy. “Are you even listening?” Coach Simmens asks her. “Sorry coach, I got distracted.” He looks back and sees Chloe talking to her team and a new player. “We can discuss this later, when Jesse’s here.” Beca’s face lights up and with a light ‘thank you coach’ she runs off towards the bleachers.

“Hi girls!” She always addresses the girls, they were the ones that helped Beca tell Chloe how she felt about her. A round of ‘hey’ and ‘Beca!’ comes from the group. “Hey Becs, not that I’m complaining but doesn’t practice start like… now?” Chloe asks with a bright smile. “It should but captain Swanson isn’t here yet.” Beca gives Chloe a side hug but leaves her arm around the redhead’s shoulders. “You’re the new guy, Jesse told me about you. Number one player in your old school?”

“Yeah, transferred because of my dad’s job.” Beca hums in response. “Are you settling in alright?” The tall guy nods. “Yes, a lot of cool people to talk too.” He says with a wink directed at Chloe. “I think Jesse’s here.” Chloe says trying to ease the evident tension before something goes wrong. “Yeah… Everyone to the middle circle! We lost enough time!” Beca shouts going into captain mode. “Easy there midget, are you the captain’s secretary or something?” Chicago laughs not noticing the expressions on everyone’s faces. Not just the cheerleading team but also both male and female basketball teams.

Beca narrows her eyes taking a deep breath. Jesse somehow managed to make his way to the two players knowing that someone would have to save Chicago if he doesn’t shut it. “Ok, Jesse, can you huddle everyone up? Since you’re the captain and I’m just a secretary.” The way she said it was too calm yet the look in her eyes told Jesse to play along if he wanted to survive the year. “Ok, everyone middle circle. Now!” He watches everyone scramble around and Beca runs to the circle followed by Chicago. “What is she up too?” Aubrey asks with a concerned expression clouding her face. “I don’t know but I have a feeling this is not going to end well.” Jesse answers sharing an even more concerned look with Chloe.

Coach Simmens had seen the exchange and normally he would tell someone off for such behavior. But seeing how everyone pretended that nothing happened he let it go out of curiosity. He wants to see how this ends. He would find out during the net practice, leaving the two captains to it. He trusts them so he lets them do the training sessions alone.

-,-,-,-,-

Practice was going smoothly or at least so it seemed for Chicago. He didn’t notice that Jesse would always go to Beca and talk to her before doing an exercise, he didn’t notice the way everyone looked at Beca when something would go wrong. What he did notice was the way Chloe would intently watch the practice not taking her eyes of the grumpy, tiny brunette. This would tick him of more often than not and he takes out his frustrations on the ‘secretary’. He calls her names when no one’s paying attention fouling her just to mess her up.

This was one of those moments and Beca has had enough. “What the hell is your problem Walp.” The gym falls silent excepts for the tall guy’s snickers. “Don’t hate the game if you can’t play.” Some ‘ooohs’ and gasps can be heard. “You think you’re better than me?” Beca challenges with a smirk. “I know I’m better than you.” Chicago answers confidently. Beca narrows her eyes and her smirk grows even bigger. “Ok, prove it.”

“Beca…” Jesse stops abruptly when he sees the amused look on Beca’s face. “Challenge accepted.” Chicago holds out his hand for Beca to take when she does he pulls her closer. “In the end she’ll choose me, when I win and you bite the dust.” He whispers before pulling away to grab a ball. “Dude are you sure? He’s like twice your size. He was the best player in his old school.”  Jesse is extremely worried about his best friend. “He might have been the best there but I’m the best here.” Without a second glance Beca makes her way to the bleachers to grab her water.

Chloe watches the situation and doesn’t hesitate to run towards Beca when she reaches her bag. “Becs, please don’t do this. I don’t want to see you hurt.” Beca scoffs. “Well, I don’t want some airhead thinking he can get away flirting with my girlfriend, saying he will ‘win’ you like some kind of prize.” Beca is too angry to actually look at Chloe because she knows that if she does her puppy eyes will stop her. Beca lets out a long sigh. “I love you Chloe and I only want the best for you – but right now I’m going to defend your honor to that moron.”

Chloe doesn’t get a chance to react  to the first ‘I love you’ ever and watches Beca walk away with a confident strut. “You hit one amazing jackpot Chlo.” The redhead turn around with a jolt. “FYI we heard everything and if that dickhead tries anything we’ll get him.” Stacie and Aubrey look out over the field both with worried expressions. “I looked up both Beca’s and Chicago’s charts from over the years and statistically Beca has a slightly higher chance to win but Chicago is twice Beca’s size so we’ll have to see how this plays out.” Chloe takes in a short breath while Stacie hits Aubrey on her arm.

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“Alright, standard rules apply. First one to score 5 hoops wins.” Jesse is named the referee since the coach never really stays for the entire practice. The rest makes their way up to the bleachers. Some shoot Chloe a thumbs up, others flash her a sad smile and some even whisper sorry and Chloe decides to ignore all of it. She’s way too nervous about what’s going to happen.

The game is really intense. The score has been tight from the start, Beca being in the lead at the moment with 4 and Chicago 3. Chicago swoops in stealing the ball runs back to the 3 point line going in for a new attack. Beca tries to block him, he sticks out his elbow hitting Beca straight in the chest not caring if she’s hurt or not. He charges forward, performs a perfect lay-up and scores another point. “You’re going down hobbit.” The giant turns around and for the first time notices Beca on the floor clutching her wrist.

“Beca!” Chloe doesn’t hesitate to run up the field towards her girlfriend. “Becs, are you ok?” Jesse, Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey are all kneeled beside the short captain. A grunt escapes her which only worries the friends more. “You did that on purpose you cheating bastard.” Beca hisses while trying to get up. “You got no proof, this only shows that you’re a sore loser and I’m the better player.” Beca narrows her eyes in anger. “We’re not done, I don’t give up. What example would I give to the team as captain.” The last word bounces of the walls making Chicago flinch slightly.

“I-I thought Jesse was the captain.” The newbie looks at said person with an insecure smile. “Nope, I’m her co-captain but I am the captain of the male team. But since we always train together and she’s our best player we crowned her head-captain.” Jesse explains with a shrug. “Enough japing, let’s play.” Beca reaches to grab the ball when Chloe stops her. “Becs you’re hurt, you shouldn’t be doing this.” Letting out a sigh the brunette shrugs off Chloe’s hand from her shoulder. “I’ll be fine, go back to the bleachers.”

Chicago is trying to get past Beca but every attempt he tries gets blocked. She knows each move he’s going to make and it’s getting frustrated. The narrow stares she’s shooting him are really getting to him so he loses focus and loses the ball. Beca switches places with him and shoots forward she does some stutter steps to confuse Chicago and it works. She fakes going to the left and as if he anticipated it her goes to the right so Beca has an open field to still go left. She makes a run for it, shoots with her right – less dominant – hand and…

The ball swooshes in and the pure silence erupts into loud cheers. The teams make their way down, all following Chloe who jumps into the brunette’s arms, showering her with kisses. Jesse and Luke lift her up on their shoulder but quickly put her back down when she threatens double cardio for tomorrow. She turns to face the defeated Chicago. “Good game, you are good but you have much more to learn. Are you up for that?” Beca holds out her right hand – again because anyone has yet to notice the swelling on her left – which Chicago hesitantly accepts. “Oh and FYI, back off. Chloe’s my girlfriend.”

The redhead had followed the interaction and pulled her girlfriend into a hard kiss, eliciting loud woos from the other cheerleaders and basketball players. Beca lets her head rest on Chloe’s forehead closing her eyes, deep in thought. She pulls her into a tight hug, making sure her mouth is aligned with the redhead’s ear. “I meant what I said, you know.” Chloe pulls away slightly with a bright smile on her face and tears in her eyes. “I-I love you too Becs.” Picking the slightly taller girl up for a whirl she gets pulled apart mere seconds later. “What do you think you’re doing Mitchell… look at your hand.”

Everyone heard what Aubrey said and made a circle to check their captain’s hand. “It’s just a light swelling, it’ll pass.” Beca tries to laugh it off but fails. She gets pulled and pushed out of the gym by Aubrey, Chloe and Stacie, straight into the nurse’s office. “I knew that fall looked way more painful than you let on. You could have ruined your wrist Mitchell, this could have ended you basketball career.” Beca lets out a grunt. “I know, no need to rub it in.” This only earns her angry glares from her friends and girlfriend.

“Hello girls, how can I help you.” The older school nurse walks in with a soft smile. “Hi misses Maturo could I get some ice for my wrist?” Beca asks with a cheeky grin. “Of course dear. You know the drill though. No basketball for a week.” Beca drops her head in embarrassment. “Uhm Becs?” The brunette ignores her girlfriend while waiting for the nurse to come back with the ice. “Here you go sweetie. If the swelling doesn’t go down go take a scan.” She nods and gets up from the chair. “I will, thank you very much.” With a small wave she strolls out of the room trying to ignore her friend’s stares.

“Beca Mitchell don’t you dare walk away, explain yourself.” Chloe runs in front of her stopping her. “How many times has this happened before?” Beca rolls her eyes. “Maybe 3? Or 4 times? Before you start shouting at me… I – am – fine. I was then, and I am now.” Chloe shakes her head. “I’m not going to shout at you but what goes beyond me is why you didn’t tell me.”

“Because I don’t want you to worry and secondly we weren’t dating yet at the time.” Chloe throws her head back. “Fine but from now on I’ll make sure you listen to all the orders given.” With a soft smile the basketball captain nods. “But now I really want to do this.” Chloe wraps her arms around Beca’s neck pulling her into a deep kiss. Stacie and Aubrey take that as their queue to leave and to drill their friend later. “Do you know how hot you look when you’re jealous and protective?” Chloe purrs. “I do not.”

“Now you know and also I love you. By the way I doubt I’ll get tired of saying that.” With a giggle Chloe pecks Beca on her lips again. “I love you too.”

“We should go back they’re waiting for their captain.”

“Let’s go babe.” Chloe links her arms with Beca’s and they slowly make their way back to the gym. No matter what happens these two would always be there for each other.

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C o r r u p t

Chapter 2

A/N: this takes place in the first episode of season 5 of SoA. Chapter 3 will be set in episode 1 and 2. I’ll be taking some liberties when it comes to the time-line, I hope I don’t make a mess out of this lol. The lyrics are from Dark Nights - Dorothy

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“don't send me no angel, this city's too cold

cause I need a man with a black heart of gold

don't give me no lover, if he ain't got the stones

cause I need a man who will fight for his own.”

The sun was setting by the time I passed the Charming welcome sign. It hadn’t been hard spotting Charming in a map. Making my way there wasn’t hard either. It was an hour and a half drive through the I-580 according to Google Maps but I made it in a little less than an hour on my bike.

I would have left first thing in the morning if I wasn’t so damn tired. Those corpses Jimmy left for me took forever to clean up. Pieces of brain scattered everywhere -- I even found some on a far back wall -- and I had to make sure there was no evidence left behind.

I had taken an extremely long and necessary shower once I got to my loft, at almost 7am. I crashed on my bed totally naked afterwards, almost 9 in the morning then, still partially wet from my shower.

My whole body was sore from dismembering and carrying body parts and it took me forever to find a comfortable position in bed and finally sleep. I woke up at 4pm still feeling like shit. I tossed and turned all throughout my sleep and I hardly felt rested. This time, I blamed the nightmares on too much wine and on Taco Bell’s fat filled food -- but I knew better. I pushed it to the back of mind though. I could wallow in guilt later. Meeting my real father was more important than rethinking my sins.

Still, the guilt spoke louder and I found myself praying Our Father as I took the turn to leave I-580 and enter Charming town. I would have held the cross on my necklace if my hands weren’t on the clutch. My faith helped me constantly with my line of work and I always calmed down a little when I prayed. It would be good if I could find a church in Charming. I didn’t need to confess. Sunday mass was enough for me.

This time, however, I got a tad too distracted with my praying. I lost my grip on the bike for a second and I swayed on the street, earning several warning honks from cars. The honks startled me and I brusquely tried to straighten the motorcycle. A van had been trying to pass me on the right and when I swerved back into my lane it hit my side, sending me and the bike sliding against the road.

I landed on my side with my bike pinning me down. It took me a second to register the pain and start cursing. My left leg, the one under the bike, burned like a motherfucker and my left shoulder took most of the impact for my body. The car behind me hit the brakes, putting me face to face with its front bumper. There was big sticker on it that read ‘Jesus is my car insurance’. I doubted Jesus would cover the wreck if the guy had ran me over.

It was so ridiculous and ironic that I started laughing. God really had my back. I removed my helmet and threw it to the side still laughing.

“God fucking dammit,” I muttered to myself as I chuckled.

I looked down, trying to see the damage and wondering how much strength I would need to lift my Harley. As I tried to sit up so I could wiggle out from beneath the bike, I noticed three men jumping from their own Harleys and running my way. Bikers always helped it each other when it came to road troubles. Drivers rarely gave a shit, like the van driver who just took off after I went down.

“Hey hey, hold on,” called the first man ahead. He removed his helmet, revealing a mass of blonde hair.

I stopped moving so he and the other two men could lift my motorcycle.

“One, two, three,” the blonde guy counted and they pulled it up. I breathed out in relief once its weight was off me. The man with a big belly — made of beer and fried food, I supposed — kicked the footrest down so my bike could be propped up.

The third guy strode to me, offering me his gloved hand. I couldn’t see much of his face because the setting sun was right behind him, making him a silhouette. I grabbed my helmet with one hand before letting him pull me up to my feet.

I cursed under my breath once I was up. Pain flashed from my knee to my thigh and I stumbled. The man that pulled me up put his arm around me so I wouldn’t fall and I swung my arm around his shoulders so I could rest my weight on him.

“Ye okay, lass?” He asked. I looked curiously at him, trying to put a face to the Scottish accent, but the sun was in my eyes.

“Can’t say for sure,” I replied. I twisted my body a little so I could have a look at my leg. There was a mixture of red, black and grey and it took me a second to realise it was blood, asphalt and the colour of my jeans. It wasn’t gushing blood but it looked ugly. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, had worse before.”

“What happened?” Asked the blonde.

“I got distracted, it was my fault,” I explained. “Is she alright?” I pointed at my bike.

The fat guy checked it out from behind his blue sunglasses. “Yeah, she’s good. You took most of the fall. There’s a few scratches but we can fix it for you.”

Before I could say anything, the driver from the Crown Vic, the one with Jesus insurance, honked loudly at us. Fair enough, we were standing in the middle of the road but I had had an accident and I was hurt. I leaned past my Scottish saviour so I could give the driver my middle finger. The driver honked again and there was a collective raising of middle fingers from all of us this time and a loud “fuck off” from the fat guy.

“C’mon, let’s free up the road for that shithead,” the blonde said, nodding at the Scotsman and helping the other guy steer my Harley to a close lay-by.

I half limped, half hopped my way there with the aid of the man at my side. He was a few of inches taller than me, three or four inches I would guess, and he had to lean down a bit so I could rest my weight on him. I stole a glance at him -- actually, several glances, especially when I realised he was pretty good looking.

“Sit down,” he told me as he unhooked my arm from around him. I did as he said and sat down on my bike, hanging my helmet on the clutch and immediately looking up at him. He removed his sunglasses and met my eyes. I assumed my brain got overflowed with endorphins because I stopped feeling pain. Yeah, he was that hot. Mind numbingly and pain numbingly hot.

I noticed how hot the blonde guy was when he jumped off his bike but he was far too pretty for my taste. I liked my men ruggedly handsome, older and -- well from now on -- Scottish.

I stared at him and he stared right back. He had scars across his cheeks, I noticed -- hard to miss actually, and somehow it made him look sexier. It added to the whole dangerous and mysterious vibe he put out. He had a kutte on over a brown button-up shirt and I could read the patches if I squinted enough. Sons of Anarchy, Sgt. At Arms, Redwood Original. I stopped staring for a second so I could have a quick look at the other two men. All of them wore kuttes and the blonde one had a President patch. Rescued by a motorcycle club. Neat.

I turned my gaze back to the Scotsman. He tilted his head, his dark eyes meeting mine as a lopsided smile played on his lips. He was watching me with interest. In fact, I’d say he was checking me out. Good. I wasn’t being discreet about it -- when was I ever discreet with my flirting? Never, that’s when. I was laying on the ground a minute ago and here I was, lusting after my rescuer. And oh, there was a lot to lust after according to his tight jeans. I tried not to stare too hard at his crotch but it was difficult, especially because I was sat and he was right in front of me.

I managed to unglue my eyes from his junk and meet his eyes with a smirk. The blonde man cleared his throat. He was trying to hide his smile but he wasn’t being very good at it.

“Sorry. You said you guys can fix my bike for me?” I asked, trying to brush off the flirting.

“Yeah, there’s only a few scratches. We can paint it over at T-M but it’ll ruin the original paint job,” the guy with the blue glasses stepped forward as he spoke. He had long greying hair and a beard.

“T-M?”

“Teller-Morrow Automotive, our auto-shop,” the Scot supplied.

I felt all blood leave my face.

Of fucking course. I came to Charming looking for my real dad, knowing his name, where he worked and that he was criminal. And now I was face to face with bikers, probably criminals, who owned the place my father worked in. I knew I was bound to meet some uncomfortable truths about my dad but actually realising how close to it I was, scared me. Not only that, but I was flirting with some guy who could very well be my dad. He looked old enough.

Jesus. What if he was my dad? That would be extremely weird. But he couldn’t be my dad. My mother said I looked like him and I had nothing in common with the Scotsman.

I had to just get on with it and ask.

“You happen to know an Alexander Trager then?”

At first they stared at me, their eyebrows twitching as if they expected me to say more. When I didn’t, all three of them shifted on their feet while exchanging looks. None of them reacted to the name as someone would if they heard their own name, which calmed me a little.

“What’s yer name?” The Scotsman crossed his arms over his chest, all traces of his flirting gone.

“Giulia,” I said. He cocked his right eyebrow in response, prompting me to say more. “Giulia Lucchese.” He looked at the other two and they shook their heads. “Look, I get that you don’t know me but I just wanna talk to Trager.”

“Why?” the blonde asked, his baby blue eyes piercing mine.

It wasn’t hard to tell they were suspicious of me. I would be too if some stranger came around my town asking for a friend of mine.

I took a deep breath before opening my mouth.

“Because he’s my father.”

Blondie and Scot raised their eyebrows and Blue Sunglasses let out a chuckle. Life would be a bit easier right now if I at least knew their names. It’d be nice to be on first name basis if they were gonna judge me.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Blondie said, running a hand over his face. “Unbelievable.”

“It’s not that hard to believe, Jax,” Blue Sunglasses scoffed. “It was bound to happen. The way Tig fucks around... I knew some lost kid was gonna pop up someday,” he shook his head to the sides, laughing. His eyes analysed me and he stopped laughing as if he just realised something. “You said Lucchese?” I nodded. “Ain’t that fucking great?” he looked up at the sky as if he was cursing God.

“What?” I asked along with Scot and Blondie (or Jax).

“Lucchese, as in Bianca Lucchese,” my eyebrows shot up upon hearing my mom’s name. “Remember her, Chibs?” Blue Sunglasses stopped so he could look at Scot. Chibs was his name? I doubted it, probably a nickname.

“Shit. Aye, I remember her. But now she’s… Fuck. Tig sure chooses them well.” He smoothed his greying hair back with both hands, looking frustrated.

“What?!” Jax shouted, his blonde eyebrows furrowed. Apparently he wasn’t a fan of being kept out of the loop. I was right with him in this one.

“Ye were a kid, Jackie boy. Ye don’t remember her. Bianca, yer mum,” he eyed me for a second, “was drivin’ on 580 when her car broke down and she called T-M fer a tow. Tig and Bobby went to pick her up…” he stopped and looked at Blue Sunglasses, who I deduced was Bobby.

“Bianca was real pretty. Italian accent. Tig was onto her the moment she spoke,” Bobby explained, rolling his eyes. I leaned forward, my injured leg long forgotten, eager to hear the details of how my mother and father met. I knew nothing, I’d take any information those bikers had to give me. “We fixed her car but she stayed in Charming for a month because of Tig. Bianca broke things up because Tig was divorcing Colleen and then she left to Oakland. Pregnant apparently,” he pointed at me. “Since Giulia is here now.”

“So? What’s the problem?” Jax asked.

“Bianca’s married to Jimmy Cacuzza now. Which makes her,” Bobby pointed one fat finger at me again, “Jimmy’s stepdaughter and italian mob.”

“No I’m not,” I replied instantly. Took me a second to realise they knew Jimmy Cacuzza. More than that, they knew he was mafia. The name meant something to them and right now it meant trouble. At best they had a good relationship with Jimmy and my, well, existing put them at odds. “Yes, I’m his stepdaughter but I have nothing to do with the mob.” Okay, I was sorta lying. “Look,” I stood up, ignoring the flash of pain that coursed through my leg, “until yesterday I didn’t know who my father was. I came here to get to know him, I don’t want to cause any problems. You guys clearly have, uh, a relationship with Jimmy and I don’t wanna get caught in between that. It’s not my fault who my mom fucked or who she got married to,” I shrugged. “I just wanna meet my real dad and if he doesn’t want to talk to me, that’s fine. I’ll just go back to Oakland if that happens. But I’m not leaving until I get to at least see him.”

For a moment we all stared at each other. The sun had finished setting, leaving the California sky in a purplish shade. With the sun gone, the wind started picking up and the blood on my leg became cold as it dried. Headlights from cars passing on the I-580 were the the only source of light.

Finally, Jax nodded.

“Fine but you only get to talk to him after we’re sure you’re his daughter.”

“I’ll take a DNA test if you want me to,” I replied, sitting down again. I could have leaped in joy but my leg stopped me from doing that and I was not doing that in front of badass bikers. “I want to be sure, too.”

“Yeah, yeah. Until then, you’re not leaving our sight,” I was sure he was using his threatening voice, yet it had little effect on me. I just stared back. “Can you ride?” He looked from my leg to my bike.

“I’m good for riding but I should probably get this looked at later,” I said.

“My old lady is a doctor, she can check it out for you,” he walked to his bike, a Dyna Super Glide, and picked up his helmet. “You follow us out,” he commanded. No shit he was President, the man ordered people around like it was nothing. He could’ve said it nicely and I would follow them out anyway.

I was getting up to swing my leg over my Iron 883 when Chibs stepped forward, grazing my shoulder lightly with his hand.

“Yer leg’s still bleedin’. Ye have anythin’ to tie around it?” He frowned as he looked at the wound.

I could have drooled at this point. Not only was he hot, he was also caring. He was actually concerned about my leg. Yeah, he was making me horny with only that and that was a good skill to have.

“I have an old shirt in my saddlebag, you can use that,” I managed to say, pointing at the studded saddlebag attached to my motorcycle.

He bent down so he could open the saddlebag and retrieve my old over-sized Ozzy Osbourne shirt. I usually slept with it but apparently I wasn’t using it tonight, since it was going to be covered in blood. He united the two sleeves before squatting down in front of me. He wrapped it around my leg, staring dead straight into my eyes with his eyebrows arched. I bit my lip to stifle my smile as I watched him.

“Not how I imagined you going down on me,” I quipped. His hands stopped for a moment as he looked up at me, a grin appearing on his face. Bobby and Jax laughed as they mounted their bikes and then Chibs chuckled too. He finished tying my shirt and made sure the knot was secured.

“No need for a DNA test, Jax,” Bobby told him but he was looking at me. “After that one, she’s definitely Tig’s kid.”

Jax nodded, chuckling as he started his bike and soon his and Bobby’s laugh were drowned out by the Harleys’ powerful engines. I meant to ask what he meant by that -- was my dad a horndog like I was? -- but Chibs still had my attention.

He offered me my helmet after getting back on his feet and then leaned forward and gave me a wink paired with a smile. On top of everything else, he had dimples. To say my panties were soaked would be an understatement.

“Try to keep up with us, love,” he told me before turning his back on me and heading towards his own bike. His kutte had a nice design on the back with a reaper and an AK-47.

I tilted my head, my eyes fixed on his ass as he strode. Nice junk and a nice ass. He alone was reason enough for me stick around awhile. But I came to Charming with a purpose and that was to find my dad -- not a lover. I wouldn’t complain if it happened, though.

[iwillavengethat-beep]

Well, that wasn’t scripted (Chris Evans/Steve Rodgers)

A/N:Chris Evans smut 

summary: As a makeup artist you have become comfortable with celebraties working with them everyday but what happens when you have to actually work with them in their own field, under lights,camera and action. 

Warnings: female!reader x Chris: Quite Smutty, fingering, stimulation, teasing, swearing , tinsy bit of daddy kink and I don’t know what else 

Disclosure: I do not own marvel or any of their characters

Y/N : your name 

During scene Chris changes into Steve but hopefully will make sense as you read  Hope you enjoyxx 

Y/N’s POV:

Now lets get facts straight. I’m like any normal person on the planet. I survived through high school and college. But now, now I am a make up industry on large films such as spiderman, the x-men and hold up the avengers.. did I fucking stutter the avengers most recently the film Infinity War. It’s in this time that I have met the legendary Chris Evans, the beautiful man, that laughs everytime I powder his nose because it tickles…how cute.Anyway being up close and personal with the cast everyday I have managed to become quite close friends with all of them , especially the blonde and blue eyed devil. Anyway today is Chris evans big scene as Captain America is heart broken after seeing his love interest Sharon Carter cheat on him with a random agent. He feels wrong done by and when a flirty gorgeous woman throws herself at him , he doesn’t think twice about taking her to the tower to have his way with her. Lets say im jealous with whoever is playing this role , I’d swop places in a heart beat, literally. As I am setting up the make up for Chris Evans , simple yet a bit has to be added, for the lights. As I am crouching down to get the brushes , the door to the room opens and slams shut with big heavy steps and the person sits down with a huff. Chris seems to be in a happy mood. Sarcasm it’s beautiful. “So grumpy whats got a bee in your bonnet today” i say while turning to face , a shirtless hunk of Chris , okay y/n not the time to druel , smirk. “Y/n i don’t have time for this …” he says while  pressing the heel of his hands and rubbing his eyes. “ okay Chris tell me whats wrong ?” I say while putting my hands on his shoulders to get him to look up. He looks up at me with those crystal blue eyes , dammit. “Its just .. the girl who Captain America was supposed to sleep with , she backed out , so now we don’t have a girl and its gonna set us so back, and its just the whole cast is so tired..aghhh.” he says and hangs his head low. “Well if I could act I would do it but then the movie might go to shit.” I say with a nervous giggle before realising what I just said when he gives me the biggest grin. “ really oh my gosh that would help so much I’ll be right back I need to suggest it.” And runs out of the make up room , oh fuck what have i got myself into .  Okay so an hour later and I have hair done , make up done and the skimpiest dress I’ve ever worn , yeah you got it right kids , I’m the replacement , which means I’m doing a sex scene with the guy I’ve been obssessed over. How am I gonna even survive this , I’m so shook. I walk on to set where I have to flirt with ‘Steve Rodgers’ , and I’m the bar lady where Steve tries to drown his sorrows even though he can’t.  Chris walks up to me eyeing me up and down , well maybe this dress was a good idea. “Hey y/n , you look great by the way and thank you so much for doing this.” “ its no problem Chris it’s just will I be good enough I mean I’m not an actress I’m just a make up artist. ” I say looking at the ground , pouting. Chris gently lifts up my chin looking into my eyes ,“ hey you’ll be perfect just remember its only me , just playfully flirt like we usually do and we’ll be fine , and for the sex scene just follow my lead and we will do well okay beautiful.” Oh my gosh sex and beautiful in the same sentence don’t do that to me Chris, dammit. “Okay I’ll try my best.” I say with hopefully a convincing smile. “Okay its time to shoot , you got this and we haven’t told the rest of the cast that you are replacing the interest as we want them to be actually shocked at the end of the scene.” The scene : “Oh captain, what has gotten America’s favourite soldier so blue” I say behind the bar with a pout. “ don’t really want to talk about it doll” Steve says with a shrug. “ okay handsome, just know you can talk to me everyone knows a bar lady is actually the best person to talk to.” I say with a wink. “ its..its just you fall for this girl and its like she walks on water and gets you and the next moment she is getting fucked on her desk by some no name agent like what the hell.” Steve says frustrated.

“Language soldier” I say with a smirk. “ dont even get me started on that doll.” He says with a small smile. “ okay you want me to be straight with you this girl was stupid to let you go , your a gentleman , strong, fucking hot and probably great in bed , I would of never given that up.” I say staring at him and licking my lips. Steves eyes widen a bit shocked at this girls forwardness but soon recovers and smirks. “So what time do you get off ” I act shocked but then smirk back “ in 20 minutes , may I ask why you would like to know.” I say leaning forward letting my clevege be on display. His eyes dart there quickly before looking up at me ,“ I was thinking of buying you a drink and maybe a dance.” I flutter my eyelashes ,“ such a gentleman as always, and sure i could do with a drink.” Supposedly 4 drinks in , and my characrer Sierra and Steve are on the dance floor . Its supposed to be provocative with the audience surprised to see captain america so raunchy not that I’m complaining grinding back into Chris’s body is never a complaint , I’m soaking now and by what I can feel Chris is also a bit excited. My character turns to face Steve and I wrap my hands around his neck pushing our bodiesvtogether grinding onto him. “ Sierra. .” Steve moans losing himself yet his hands are on my hips not moving, gripping tightly.  “Yes captain …” i say looking up at him through my lashes and biting my lip . “ I dont really know what…” “ shhhh ..” my character says putting my finger on his lips .“ Put your hands where it feels right.” I say placing his hands on my ass and Chris lets out a soft growl which isn’t scripted holy shit. Soon my character grows some strength and I pull Steve nearer our lips close yet not touching , holy shit I’m going to kiss Chris and this feels really real. Soon Chris closes the distance and we are kissing tounges, lip biting and everything and I’m trying my best not to let out a moan, gosh dammit is Chris talented in everything he does , soon my back is pushed up against the wall and Chris kisses down my neck , and taps my thighs indicating me to jump , as my legs wrap around Chris’s waist I can feel his not so little friend , is this even acting anymore. I then remember I have a line so I say it in a breathy tone , “ captian shouldn’t we go somewhere a bit less public.” And moan out loud as he nips my neck , that wasn’t scripted. “ sure baby girl lets go.” And Chris carries me to where a stationary car is parked to look like we are going to the tower as Chris sets me down to climb inside but thankfully there is more raunchyness in the car .Chris pulls me into his lap , Istart to grind on him which causes him to release moans which seem a bit to real to be acting , soon he says his next line which is just before we get to the bedroom for the sex scene, oh shit .“Sierra baby if you dont stop now im going to cum in my pants .” Chris gives me a pointed look to say that this isn’t just about the acting. This scene then jumps to the sex scene in Steves bedroom , Chris and I walk onto the set quickly and I jump and wrap my legs around his waist before we resume the sex scene. Chris throws me onto the bed before stripping his shirt off , and being this up and close with  a shirtless Chris i could of came right there .he then proceeds to take his pants off leaving him in tight white boxers , holy shit he is rock hard but he has to be for this scene anyway , he then removes my dress in one move realising that I don’t have a bra on and sucks in a breath ,“ baby you look so beautiful right now ” i look at Chris wide eyed as that wasnt scripted but it seems that the director is happy with it. “Please fuck me captain , please.” At this time we go under the covers and the next part is supposed to be all pretend but it seems that Chris has better plans , Chris’s hand sneaks into my panties and as I am about to pretend gasp , i let out a real one when Chris’s finger enters me ,“oh baby girl your so wet for me ” scripted although well he’s not wrong. “Captain please ..” I say whimpering as he adds two fingers into my entrance. He starts to move quicker inside me and I let out real moans when it should be fake and as i am about to hit my high Chris pulls out his fingers and puts it into his mouth tasting me as scripted and says “so sweet.” And I am flushed , but I carry on the scene to not let anyone know whats actually happening , “captain please fuck me ..” I say in a whiny and desperate voice and not much is really acting,  Chris then starts grinding on to me and his thigh is against my clit giving me friction that causes me to tilt on the edge and then he whispers in my ear only for me to hear ,“ come for me baby ” and this pushes me over and causes me to moan that puts a porn star to shame. The director calls cut and congradulates me on my ’ acting’ and states that i need to wear just captain America’s shirt over my underwear for the next scene. When he turns away i look over at Chris who is smirking at me ,“ we will talk about this later ” i say and slip his shirt on walking to the next scene , i pretend to be looking for something to eat and as I am reaching for the cereal the rest of the team walks in and I can hear gasps as they did not know I was going to play the scene, Natasha says ,“ so captain did get lucky last night , I thought I heard right ” at this I drop the the cereal box and turn suddenly to see all the avengers ,“ oh um hello , im Sierra and I, I’m not trespassing I came home with um … steve and we uhh… and … this is really awkward , I just really wanted some cerial.“  I say with an awkward smile , then Bucky says "with those legs your welcome anytime doll face ” and looks me up and down. “ and with that ass ,” Pietro says and at that Chris walks in(as scripted ) and looks at my state weirdly before looking in the direction I’m looking at and sees the team , “ahhh right , guys this is Sierra , we met last night and we hung out and yeah.” He says scratching his head blushing before wrapping his arm  around my waist. “ I call bullshit you had sex ” tony says running out the room as steve chases them and wanda states “men” END OF SCENE Everyone starts to cheer and congratulates on my acting and sebastian comes up to me and kisses me on the cheek , “ Y/n you did amazing and I wasn’t lying about those legs"  and then Scarlett joins in ” yes girl , why have you been hiding this from us.“ ” well its just ..“ by this time Chris interrupts us ” sorry guys Y/n and I have to catch up on something so we are going to hang out in my trailer , okay bye “ tugging on my hand while running to his trailer before pushing me inside locking the door , ” is everything okay Chris “ I say looking at his heaving chest .” Yeah sure besides the fact you are driving me insane” “ what do you mean ?” I say confused . “Oh come on y/n , during that scene i just wanted to properly take you on that bed but I opted in just fingering you but now I’m just hungry for more and I always get what I want ” Chris says pushing me against the wall in his trailer. I smirk up at him and drag his shirt off my body ,“ well then daddy , why don’t you take what you want ?”

[biavenger]

Let It Rain;

Summary: Bucky Barnes always tried his best to be in control, especially as he adjusts to life free of Hydra. On missions, he comes across almost as bossy as the Captain, only out of love. But this was one thing he couldn’t control, couldn’t plan for.

A/N: Warning for major character death!!!! Also, bonus points if you get the musical reference. Let me know if you have any requests. I hope all you love bugs are having good weeks xx 

“We have an emergency,” Steve burst into the Tower’s living room, causing a chorus of groans in response to his announcement that their day off would be interrupted by an unforeseen incident. Sam, who was taking a nap on the couch, was shaken away by Natasha as Steve got ready to debrief the team. “There’s a hostage situation in the Czech Republic that’s rumored to be coordinated by Hydra. We need to get over there, get in, and solve the issue with as few civilian casualties as possible.”

Everyone nodded, not paying much attention to Steve’s voice as they dispersed quickly to their respective rooms to prepare for the day’s work. Y/N grumbled to herself as she shrugged off a plush onesie and replaced it with her stealth suit. The thick, protective leather material clung to her skin almost uncomfortably, clinging to every curve of her form. This allowed Y/N to remain agile while fighting her opponents, but it didn’t change the fact that it was hot, sweaty, and often uncomfortable to wear. Not to mention, it didn’t provide much protection from potential wounds, not that anyone could hit Y/N in the first place.

“C’mon, you’re not going to meet the Queen,” Steve banged rudely on her door, “Let’s get it moving!” It was pretty routine for Y/N to be the last one climbing on board the Quinjet, yet the rest of the team was surprised each time by her near tardiness.

Finishing off by slicking her hair back into a bun, she deemed herself mission-ready. 

“You look like a founding father when you wear your hair like that,” Sam teased Y/N as she situated herself next to him on the Quinjet, which took off almost as soon as her butt hit the seat. 

“Ha-ha, so funny,” Y/N tried to sound irritated as she responded, but a smile crept on her face anyway. She regarded Sam as one of her closest friends in the Tower; they were both fairly new to the team, and were often sparring together in the gym at odd hours of the morning to keep up with the more experienced members. They confided in each other a lot; Sam revealed to her his chronic nightmares, the fears that plagued him at night. She told him about her crush on Bucky, and how she feared being too inadequate for anyone to love.

This fear of hers was often affirmed by the way Bucky flirted around with everyone-but her. After acclimating to the dynamics of the Avenger’s team and the modern era, his old personality began to shine through the gruff exterior he had developed since the 40s; ladies fell for it, including Y/N. Sam took every chance he got to goad her, making her regret any instance she had opened up to him about her feelings.

Everyone sat in silence pretty much the rest of the ride, silently brooding to themselves about the lack of time off the team got. Y/N didn’t mind, though. She liked being able to help people who couldn’t help themselves.

Her eyes flickered over each member of the team, observing their moods. Natasha was as stony-faced as ever, gazing out the window and mentally preparing for what was ahead. Tony and Bruce were up in the cockpit, with Bruce behind the wheel; Tony decided it was the best way to let him stay involved without anyone getting Hulk-smashed. Steve was reading over mission notes again and again to himself, determined to minimize any chance of error. Every time he lost somebody- Bucky in the 40s, Pietro in Sokovia- this pre-mission ritual got more and more intense. 

Sam and Y/N sat side by side, not saying much. In fact, Y/N noted that Sam appeared to have dozed off. There was a slight rumbling noise coming from him which could only be his snoring (something she noted to make fun of him for later).

Finally, her gaze rested on Bucky, and lingered there longer than it had for any of the other teammates. His eyes were shut so tightly that his forehead wrinkled, and she knew he wasn’t asleep. On longer Quinjet rides, Bucky tended to get nervous, and had to work twice as hard to remember that he was James Buchanan Barnes, a kid from Brooklyn who loved his best friend, Steve Rogers, and a kid who just wants to be a good person again.

Y/N shrugged Sam off of her shoulder, which he had adjusted to use as a pillow, as she walked across the aisle to take the seat next to Bucky. His eyes didn’t open at the movement, but the way his fingers twitched in response to the noise let her know that he was aware of her presence next to him.

Before, she would ask him if he was okay, prodding him to open his eyes and talk to her about it. Now, though, she learned it was best to just sit next to him in the silence, being a pillar of support without interfering in his coping process.

The jet finally landed with a shuddering jerk, and everyone began to shuffle around as they prepared to make their exit and approach the mission site. Sam still hadn’t woken up, so Y/N took it upon herself to give him a wet-willy to prompt him awake (which got a slight chuckle from Bucky, at least). 

Steve exited first, followed by Tony, Natasha, and Sam. Bruce was supposed to stay unless absolutely needed. Y/N waited for Bucky to exit before her, when he reached into his pocket, pulling out a picture of a beautiful woman with long, blonde ringlets and large blue eyes.

Y/N recognized the woman in the picture as the last girl Bucky had gone out on a date with. She remembered how her heart ached as she helped Bucky pick a tie that matched the rest of his outfit, and assured him that of course, this girl would love him. What girl wouldn’t?

Apparently, Y/N was very, very right.

Y/N shook off the horrible feeling that crept over her as the moment ended with Bucky tucking the picture carefully back into the breast pocket of his stealth suit, stepping off the Quinjet and onto the rough, coarse gravel.

One thing Y/N never got used to when it came to fighting was the absolute chaos of it. She was easily distracted, trying to be everywhere at once. The main reason she was recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D in the first place was her ability to teleport over any distance, which came in handy when one member of the team was being overwhelmed. 

Currently, the fighting was in the Avenger’s favor. Tony was blasting bad guys out of the way as Steve and Natasha rushed towards the building where the hostages were supposedly held. Sam was currently trying to get a visual on the inside, although most of the windows were blacked out, anyway. Y/N and Bucky were helping to provide cover for everyone as Hydra reinforcements flooded the area. 

“Maybe there are no hostages,” one of the boys said over the comm system, although Y/N was too distracted to decipher who, “Maybe this was just an ambush.”

Y/N silently agreed as exponentially more Hydra soldiers descended upon her and Bucky, although Bucky was taking the brunt of the fighting. Usually, the enemy didn’t label Y/N as much of a threat, which was good for her. She was the only member of the team not to have been shot or stabbed so far (Natasha was winning with four in each category). 

No one could have seen it coming.

Y/N was frantically teleporting back and forth from place to place, trying to help out where she could. The fighting was getting thick, but Natasha and Steve needed more time to find a safe way into the building. No one had confirmed if there were even really hostages yet, but the Avengers all agreed to treat the situation like there was.

However, in terms of injuries, this was probably their best mission yet. Usually by this point, at least one or two members would be down with some kind of injury that took them out of the fighting. Wanda was their last casualty, and was restricted to the tower for two weeks after being shot in the foot. 

All of Steve’s planning was paying off; every foreseen complication was addressed and handled adequately with no negative consequences on the team.

But again, no one could have seen it coming. And its the things that no one prepares for that come back in the end.

Bucky was struggling under the brunt of the fighting, and so was Y/N. She kept her eye on him, though, in case he needed her assistance. At any moment, she was ready to teleport and save the day.

He was handling one Hydra soldier and about to finish him off when another crept up behind, about to stab a knife through the thin gap that Bucky’s armor didn’t quite cover.

Y/N caught it too late. Usually, she would be able to teleport in time and kick the guy’s ass. This time, she only had a moment to teleport in between the knife and Bucky. It struck her right between her ribs.

Bucky’s adrenaline was high as he finished both men off. He didn’t quite process what had happened, even as he looked down at her, seeing the blood pool and the knife that was still jabbed into Y/N’s body.

He kneeled beside her, gently readjusting her so that her body was cradled in his arms. Y/N’s hands reached up to pull out the knife that was uncomfortably in the way, but Bucky grabbed her hands to stop her. 

“Don’t, you might cause more damage,” Bucky ordered gruffly, although he knew no amount of damage could make things worse. Y/N was dying, and they both knew it.

“Is everything okay?” Steve questioned over the comm, “Nat and I have secured the building- there are no hostages, we’re clear to search the perimeter.” 

“Fine-” Y/N tried to choke out, although it didn’t come through clearly on the comm at first, “Everything’s fine out here. We’ll be that way in a minute.” Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but quickly closed it. He understood that she didn’t want the entire team fretting over her. 

It had begun to drizzle over them, causing Bucky to start to try and shelter Y/N’s fragile body with his own. This, he thought, is the last good thing he can do for her. 

“Don’t, Buck,” Y/N assured him, “The rain can’t hurt me now. You’re here- that’s all I need to know.” The way she was looking at him with loving, trusting eyes made him want to tear his own heart out. He knew how much Y/N loved him, he just never felt the same way. But now, watching her body shudder and tremble as it processed what happened to it, he wish he could have. 

Blood had already begun to pool in her mouth as her punctured lungs gave out, and the rest of her organs followed suit. Tears flowed down Bucky’s face and dripped onto hers, leaving clean trails where dirt used to be. Bucky hoped Y/N couldn’t tell the difference between his anguish and the rain; he needed to be strong for her, in these moments.

Leaning forward, he kissed the space between her eyebrows gently. Her entire body relaxed in his arms as she did so, and he forced himself to choke back a scream as he realized Y/N was really gone.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked, landing near them, “Steve asked me to check on what was taking you two so long and- oh my god.” Sam cut himself off mid-sentence as he finally grasped the scene before him. 

He rushed forward, kneeling next to her body and brushing the hair that had fallen out of her bun off of her face- he knew how much Y/N hated having hair in her eyes while she was working.

The rain started coming down harder, washing away the evidence of what had happened there, and concealing the tears of the two men you loved the most.

[jackfollmanwriter-blog]

Dead Children’s Society

Everyone knew everyone else’s story, yet we still kept meeting each and every Wednesday night at 7:45 in the multi-purpose room in the River Road United Methodist church so each one of us could re-live the tragic horror which had touched our lives.

For instance, I knew Natalie Basket was just about to go into the wrinkle of her son Jackson’s murder where she blamed herself for allowing him to stay at his grandma’s house even though she knew the grandma lived in a neighborhood with a number of child molesters. No matter how many times I heard Natalie explain her regret, shoulder her blame and sob her eyes out about that detail, I still never silently retracted my blame.

Some of us deserved to be in the Justice For The Murdered Children of Southern Missouri group, and some of us didn’t. I was one of those who didn’t.

Josh left me on a blazing hot day in the summer of 1994, two days before his ninth birthday and 342 days after my twenty-sixth birthday. Little Josh disappeared from our little town of Forsyth on his way home from karate class. The local paper said the town would never be the same.

I felt I held up my end of that bargain, but have to say the town let me down. The place is still the same little, sleepy, half horse of a town it was when my neighbor Louise Fox thought she was supposed to pick up Josh from karate class at 6:30 instead of 5:30 and Josh grew impatient and decided to walk home down the highway.

The only thing they ever found of Josh was that little orange belt from his karate uniform he wore so proudly. They never found his body. They never found a single blonde hair from his soft little head. Worse yet, they never found a single legitimate suspect other than eventually me after they had hollowly questioned every single man over the age of 25 in the town who owned a van.

I still think about Sheriff Andersen sitting in my kitchen, drinking my coffee and asking me veiled questions about what may have happened to Josh. Thankfully the guy who went hunting with my dad every year was so meek, he never flat out asked me if I had anything to do with Josh’s disappearance, because if he did, I may have actually murdered the whole town.

Instead of harming anyone in Forsyth, I just kept doing a piss poor job of driving the school bus Monday thru Friday. I think they just kept letting me drive the thing for fear of causing me to actually snap if they fired me and out of guilt for never finding who took Josh.

Other than driving that bus and coming home, coping with countless hours of television and Orange Crush mixed with vodka, the only thing I ever did, was hit the road for an hour each way to make it to Branson to attend my weekly Justice For The Murdered Children of Southern Missouri meeting. Sometimes I wondered if it was the only thing that kept me alive.

I had started to grow worried about the group in recent years though. It had been 22 years and the group which once peaked at 19 ladies in 1999, had dwindled to just seven women sitting in that multi-purpose room and it had been a couple years since anyone new had joined.

So, I felt a tingle of excitement and drank the Orange Crush and vodka I snuck in each week in a Burger King cup with a little more fervor when I saw a young woman (couldn’t have been much older than 25) with a stack of golden hair sit down in one of our plastic chairs. That tingle turned into a slow burn when I watched her dunk one of those little airplane bottles of Jack Daniels into her traveler mug when everyone but me and her got up to attack the tray of knock off brand cookies someone brought for the intermission.

I hadn’t even gotten the new woman’s name yet. Our group conducted our usual clockwise rotation of talking about what we wanted to talk about this week and our new friend was sitting at about 10 p.m. Because of that, it would be awhile before we heard from her, especially since Tanya Chare told the lengthy story about the time she talked to Nancy Grace, but got edited out of the show because she used the “C” word a couple of times.

I wasted no time, the rest of the ladies in the group would gulp down their watered-down Maxwell’s House and Western Family cookies in less than 10 minutes and they would have to jump right back into the monotony of their weekly sorrow right away. I walked across the room and stuck a hand out to the woman who was sucking back on her traveller mug.

“Hi, I’m Holly Barrow. Are you new to the group?” Thought I’d introduce myself.”

I was nervous. I prayed the new woman wouldn’t sense the vodka sweat on my palms.

“Oh hi, I’m Krista Hansen, and yes, this is my first time to the group. I just moved from Kansas and saw the group listed in the paper up in Springfield, so I thought it would come down.  I’m glad I did. Everyone seems so nice.”

I almost laughed out loud at Krista’s innocence of thinking everyone in the group was really nice. Just give it a few weeks. Regardless, I really liked her vibe. She seemed like the kind of person who could serve as a sounding board for my frustrations with the group and the stupid shit people post on Facebook. I needed that.

“You got a flight tonight?” I said coyly and shot a look at the purse where I saw Krista tuck her little bottle of Jack Daniels just a minute ago.

“What?” Krista answered back with a big, oblivious smile.

“You drink,” I said and flashed a wide smile.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” Krista responded with a blush and a giggle. “I had no idea what you mean by what you said about a flight.”

“Oh,” I spoke softly. “Those little bottles of booze are called airplane bottles or shots because I think you usually buy them at an airport, or they are what you can actually take on an airplane.”

Krista blushed some more.

“I’ve never been on an airplane,” Krista answered bashfully.

My eyes lit up.

“Neither have I,” I blurted out.

“Did we just become best friends,” Krista blurted back.

I jokingly just laughed and nodded on the outside, but on the inside, all I could think was, yes, yes we did.

We eventually got to Krista’s story after we heard a few ladies (myself included) retell the fucked-up tales of woe we justifiably let dominate our lives.

That familiar drunken sweat returned to my palms when Krista stood up to dive into her story.

“Hi, my name is Krista Hansen, I’m from Springfield, Missouri, but I only just moved there a few weeks ago from Wichita, Kansas. It has been really, really good for me to hear all of your stories about going through the same thing I went through six years ago. There are not groups like this anywhere in Kansas as far as I know, so I’m so glad I found y’all here. I don’t know if you saw it in the news. It was a bit of a story over in Kansas City, but don’t how far it made it, but my son, Christian Hansen was murdered six years ago and they never found the killer. Never really found a suspect, other than me, I guess. At least that’s all they could come up with, but I was cleared, and it all went away.”

I felt my heart swoon for this woman. She was so much like me.

“Christian was on his paper route early in the morning when he disappeared and was never found again. They never found his body, just the outfit he was wearing and some DNA on a knife they found by a river.”

Krista started to break down. I could see her jaw wobble from across the circle.

“I’ve spent the last six years basically sitting in my house, crying every night about Christian. Just thinking about what happened to him, recreating it in my head, over and over again, until I almost want to kill myself.”

Krista broke down for a few seconds, sobbed into her drink which only I knew was spiked.

“And I just wanted to share my story and meet some other women, and men, potentially, like me,” Krista barely got her last statement out before sobbing some more and taking a big swig of her drink.

The group responded a flurry of sobs from around the whole circle, myself included.

*

I anticipated the group engulfing Krista as soon as the meeting was over, so I picked off the last of the cheap cookies and waited out in front of the church with the plan to smoke cigarettes until Krista came out. I was fully aware that my strategy was like that of some kind of 50s greaser punk looking to get sweet with a young coed, but I didn’t care. I wanted to talk to Krista one-on-one and didn’t want to risk her slipping away.

I couldn’t have killed my smoke faster when I saw Krista walk out of the front doors of the church. There could have been a baby at my feet and I still would have let that burning ash fall right down on its bonnet.

“Krista,” I blurted out her name before we even came face-to-face.

Krista jumped back in fright as soon as she heard my voice. I grabbed my heart and apologized. I put an arm around her and walked with her towards the parking lot.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just wanted to touch base with you before we both went home. I just think we have so much in common.”

“It’s okay and I couldn’t agree more,” Krista responded and stopped at the driver’s side door of a filthy Ford Focus.

I watched Krista unlock her car and take her cell phone out of her clutch.

“Let’s exchange numbers,” Krista suggested and my heart fluttered.

The exchanging of numbers went smoothly and within less than a minute, I was standing in the parking lot watching the taillights of Krista’s Ford pull out onto the road.

After catching my breath, I turned around to hustle back to my car parked on the other side of the church, but didn’t make it far.

I tumbled down to the hard asphalt, having tripped on something that had been resting just behind my feet. It was Krista’s black clutch.

*

“Hi Krista, it’s Holly. Already, I know...but, I found your clutch in the parking lot outside your car. You must have dropped it when we traded numbers. Anyway. I will wait here for about twenty minutes, but then I gotta hit the road back down to Forsyth. Maybe we can meet up for coffee or a drink or something tomorrow if we can’t connect tonight. Alright. Bye.”

*

I was shocked I didn’t hear from Krista during my entire drive home. It was all I could think about as I wound the near hour on the highway and fought back the urge to snag her wallet out of her clutch and do some investigating.

I battled that urge until I got home, but once I was placed back into the half-buzzed monotony of my little house on the edge of town, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I dove into Krista’s clutch, splayed out her wallet and started to dissect its contents. I’m not proud, but at least I’m honest.

The first thing which jumped out at me was the name and picture on Krista’s Oklahoma state driver’s license. Her first name was exact, but her last name was listed as Gunderson and her picture looked much different than what she looked like in the flesh back at the church. In her driver’s license photo, she had one of those god awful haircuts where everything is long except one buzzed side and her hair was a deep red, almost maroon.

This was all excusable. It was very possibly Krista had been married and divorced a time or two and every lady is entitled to a new look. I added the Oklahoma license into that category as well. Krista had only talked about being from Kansas and recently moving to Missouri, but maybe there was something in her past she didn’t want to talk about. The amount of times I thought about completely changing my life and taking my cousin Desi’s offers to join her as a truck stop stripper down in Arkansas haunted me in my sleep. Who was I to judge?

I am no angel. The suspicions sparked by the inconsistencies in on Krista’s license were enough to send me to my laptop to do a little Googling about her, and her story of her murdered son, Christian.

My temperature and heart rate started to rise when “Christian Hansen murder,” “Christian Hansen Kansas murder,” “Christian Gunderson murder,” “Christian Gunderson Kansas murder,” and pretty much every other combination of search I tried came up with nothing. Anything in general for Krista Hansen and Krista Gunderson and a murder and a child murder in Kansas City produced absolutely nothing.

My initial thought was Krista was a fraud. Someone who for some reasons decides pretending to have a child who was murdered was a good thing for them to do. She wouldn’t be the first. Our group had already been infiltrated by a couple of them. It was so common we actually came up with the name “widiots” for them. We didn’t like them, but they were pretty much harmless and went always away as soon as we called them out on it.

I dove further into my research of Krista. I found a Facebook profile for a Krista Gunderson in Tulsa, Oklahoma, but it was private and her only visible picture was of a cat. Fuck, I hated those ultra-private on Facebook people. Just don’t have a profile at all if you don’t want anyone to stalk you online. I tried everything I could to see if I could find a picture, or more info on that Krista Gunderson profile - stalking everyone with the last name Gunderson on her friend’s list. Stalking the seven people who liked her profile picture, but it was all for not.I was out of options.

Then my phone rang and jarred me back into the non-digital world and sent me at least an inch off of my computer chair seat.

I checked my phone. It was Krista calling.

“Hello.”

“Hi, is this Holly?”

“Yes, Krista?”

“Sorry, I just got your message. I can’t believe I dropped my clutch. Thank you so much for finding it. I guess I got lucky. But anyway, do you think I could come by and pick it up tonight?

I stumbled on my own tongue. Krista wouldn’t make it down to my place from Springfield until at least 2 a.m.

“I uh, yeah,” I agreed without thinking about it any more.

*

I regretted giving Krista my address while I sat there and sipped on my fifth Orange Crush and vodka of the long night.

It was nearing 2:30 a.m. and Krista had yet to arrive. I texted and called her in the last hour and had yet to receive an answer back. She was driving though, I guess.

Making matters worse, a heavy rain had begun to fall in the last hour and the hard pitter patter of the precipitation on my thin roof dulled every sound around me. Krista could have slipped in the house through the back door which would no longer lock, scoop up her clutch and leave again without me even noticing.  

I sat in my little living room, staring out the window at my gravel driveway waiting for that red Ford Focus to pull up. All I could think about was seeing headlights soon. I was buzzed, tired with a brain fried from thinking about trauma for hours. I should have been more scared, but I think my mind was so worn down and exhausted, it was pushing the fear back and pulling up my desire for sleep. I plunked a Five Hour Energy shot into my drink and chugged it down.

I quickly felt that sick, syrupy kick of an energy shot kick in, but it started to fade almost as soon as it came. My eyelids went back to being heavy and started to slowly open and close while I stared out at my wet yard, bathed in the pale light of my flood lighting.

One more futile flutter of the eyelids and it was all over. My eyes remained shut and my body went limp in my rolling computer chair in the living room with my body facing my front yard. Between the long day of travel, the half a handle of vodka I downed, and the stress in my head, my body finally tapped out and I fell helplessly into sleep.

*

The entire world was dark when I woke. I shook my head, rubbed my eyes and scanned my surroundings, tried to absorb as much of what I saw, as soon as I possibly could.

No clock in sight and no cell phone in reach, I had no idea what time it was. All I knew was at some point in my sleep cycle, the floor light in the front yard had shut off and whatever lights I had in the house had as well.

Had the power went out?

I reached over and tried the lamp next to my chair. It flicked on and bathed the room in soft light. The power wasn’t out, but I definitely had lights on when I fell asleep. How did they all turn off then?

I made my way to my feet and stumbled around, trying to find my bearings and figure out what happened. I found my first clue when I retrieved my cell phone.

There were three texts from Krista waiting for me on my phone.

Be there in five minutes.

I’m here. Sorry it’s late.

Hey, didn’t want to wake you, but found my clutch and wallet and went home. Thanks. See you next week. Krista.

So Krista had came in through my unlocked front door, retrieved her stuff without waking me up and left again in the middle of the night? Seemed impossible, but there was no other explanation which could have made sense.

None of that felt good, but I guessed if there was anything sinister about Krista, she could have executed it while I was passed out, so I also thought I didn’t have too much to worry about. I could retreat back to my bedroom in peace, join my cat Ranger in my bed and sleep away the night in hopes that I wouldn’t have a raging hangover the next time I woke up.

*

That hangover I feared more even more than a crazed woman who may have been pretending to have a murdered child came on hard as soon as I woke up just before lunch time and launched back into my research of Krista.

Facebook had proved fruitless, but Google would not let me down. Well, to rephrase that, Myspace shockingly did not let me down. After a Google search of “Krista Gunderson,” I was able to find a Myspace.com link a few pages into the search results which pulled up the ancient bones of a bedazzled Myspace profile for Krista which clearly hadn’t been updated since 2008 and listed her location as in Oklahoma.

Most of the 200 or so pictures attached to her profile were useless. Just low-quality snapshots of her at bars with friends. I almost gave up scanning through all of them, but was glad I didn’t, because the very last picture in the gallery took my breath away.

Captioned with the phrase “I love my baby,” the photo was of a slightly-younger Krista sitting on a dock on a lake with her arms around a teenage boy with sandy blonde hair and a smile I couldn’t mistake. It had to be a coincidence, but the boy looked exactly how I imagined Josh would look had he not been taken from me.

Just looking at the picture of someone who looked so much like him, brought tears to my eyes and I had to pause my investigation.

My suspicions about Krista helped me work through the pain. I hadn’t been able to find a single thing about a dead son in Krista’s online footprint (and nothing about what she put out there made her seem like some kind of broken woman with a chunk missing from her heart). To put it crudely, she looked just like any kind of piece of shit woman you might find hanging out in the bar in Missouri, Oklahoma or Kansas these days.

I wasn’t going to waste any more time on Krista. In less than 24 hours, she had went from my celebrity crush/obsession to deepest, darkest fear and now back to an afterthought. So what if she was faking a murdered son? It didn’t really affect me and I’m sure she would get sick of it or get outed by someone else in the group sooner rather than later. It wasn’t my job to go after her.

*

I gnashed my teeth for the 12 minutes I had before the group meeting started, waiting to see Krista walk through that door. But she never came.The meeting started, we all told our stories, nibbled on our cheap cookies and sipped on our watery coffee then headed back on our separate ways.

My cell phone burned a hole in my pocket all the way back to Forsyth. Why had Krista no-showed? Should I call her? Text her? Did she somehow find out that I was cyber stalking her? Had I “Liked”  something of her’s on Facebook? My mind was a troubled ocean of doubt and fear.

I had finally settled on leaving the Krista situation alone unless it forced itself on me when I pulled  into my driveway and finished chewing on the last of the fingernails I had left. The rest of my night was going to consist of checking the thick stack of mail I pulled out of my mailbox for the first time in two weeks, cueing up Netflix and hoping I could find a decent show to binge on until I fell asleep with Ranger by my side.

The stack of mail was mostly just junk and past due bills. I chucked all of it into the trash can except for a blank manilla envelope about the size of a sheet of paper. I pulled the thing open and came face to face with a handwritten note scrawled in black ink.

It’s time again…

Well that was comforting. Even in my moment of deepest terror, I couldn’t help but be cynical with myself. Getting the horrible morbid people who used to torment me for fun after Josh disappeared to get active again was just what I didn’t need in my life. I thought about the loaded pistol in the nightstand for the briefest of moments. No, this was just another horribly mean prank and that’s what these awful people wanted. For me to get so depressed from their torture that I decided to join Josh.

I wouldn’t give in. I tore it up and threw it away. Fuck those assholes.

*

The days went. The weeks went on. The meetings each Wednesday night went on with my stiff Orange Crush and vodkas, but Krista never showed up again or texted or called me.

The temptation to call or text Krista boiled for the first few weeks, but it slowly began to fade and my day-to-day life started to go back to about as normal as it could be.

Then I started to get the messages.

They were voicemails left on my phone in the middle of the night, when my phone is always turned off. I periodically would make up to new messages on my phone. At first, they started as just muffled voices I couldn’t understand or windy sounds, but they eventually started to turn into clear messages I could make out, and could no longer ignore.

The first one I could properly hear was a conversation between myself and what sounded like a counselor or social worker I never remembered happening. A vague conversation with the tone from the counselor seeming to suggest I did something wrong, but wouldn’t admit to it, listening to the little snapshot of the back-and-forth raised the goosebumps on my arms.

I figured it must have been some counseling I had to do after Josh disappeared and I had forgotten about it or blocked it out of my mind. Either way though, it still didn’t explain why it was being left as a voicemail on my phone in the middle of the night.

It also didn’t explain why the voicemails started coming in every night.

At first they were just continuations of that vague conversation with the counselor and I thought it must have been the counselor doing it, or someone who found her tapes. Those thoughts would not last. After a few days, the voicemails turned much darker, much more-detailed and much more personal the first night. I finally gave in and decided I would leave my phone on when I went to sleep.

*

It took me a few moments for the ringing next to my head to rustle me from my slumber then reached over and snatched up my phone on about the third ring.

“Hello?” I couldn’t have sounded any groggier.

No voice picked up on the other end of the line. All I heard was the click sound a tape deck makes before it starts to play and then a voice that took my breath away. It was Josh. Talking to me through the shitty speakers of flip phone.

“I don’t know,” were the first words I heard Josh speak.

The voice was clearly Josh. The exact voice I remembered from around when he disappeared. Not the giggly toddler voice he had before he turned five and headed to Kindergarten or some kind of maturation I imagined would have happened had he lived to 16, but that exact, childish voice he had around eight and nine years-old.

“I don’t remember,” Josh’s sweet voice went on in the recording. “I try not to remember. I just remember the red bottle and then I remember it would happen. That’s it.”

My still-waking and still-buzzed brain tried to filter the words that were coming out of little Josh’s mouth, but still couldn’t make sense of them.

“I tried it once. She mixes it with the orange fizzy pop I like, but it tasted bad, so I didn’t again.”

Josh was talking about my drinking. The red bottle referring to my usual fifth of Smirnoff,the orange fizzy pop, the Orange Crush soda I had relied on as a mixer for damn near 30 years.

“That’s when it would happen,” Josh’s voice starting to quiver with sobs which drew my attention away from my pondering.

“What happened?” An unknown female voice popped up onto the tape and asked Josh a question.

There was a long pause from Josh.

“She would hurt me,” Josh’s squeaky, little voice barely got the words out.

The tape cut out. The call dropped.

*

I didn’t sleep a wink the rest of the night. Or the next night. I went on a 48-hour drinking and smoking bender in the comfortable confines of my living room. Ignored the calls from work when they came in and picked up the calls which came from the unknown number with recordings of Josh talking with a counselor.

“So she hit you?” Every word hurt when it came out of that smug counselor’s mouth.

I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle the shit out of that little mousy fucking counselor. The last three messages had been her talking Josh into the idea that I abused him. Something that I swear never happened. I was pretty deep into the bottle back then, but that’s just because I was still numbing myself from Josh’s dad leaving me and my parents dying in their 50s.

There was a long silence on the line.

“You’re shaking your head yes, Josh,” that asshole counselor’s voice kicked up again.

I tossed the phone across the room.

It wasn’t true. I knew it wasn’t true. It didn’t matter what those tapes said. It wasn’t true. You have to believe me. I know it in my own heart.

That was the last of the phone calls. I patiently waited by my phone with the cracked screen waiting for more calls. I checked every five seconds for a new voicemail whenever I left my phone or fell asleep for a few moments. I didn’t leave the house for a week. Started to just eat pancakes without butter and without syrup for every meal because it was the only food I had left.

After about a week of doing that, I realized I should have been checking the mail more often. I only remembered because my mail man knocked on my door one afternoon to tell me he couldn’t fit anything else in the box because it was already stuffed full and handed me another unmarked manila envelope.

“Couldn’t fit this in. You should check you mail ma’am.”

I started opening the envelope before the mail man could even scurry away from the frightening sight I’m sure I was.

A pile of photos fell at my feet once I ripped open the envelope.

I bent down and picked up the first photo I could get my hands on and saw Josh staring back at me, shirtless, in a poorly-lit room with his torso covered in purple and puke yellow bruises. I wanted to puke, but flipped through the rest of the pictures. They were all the same - Josh - just in his underwear displaying signs of abuse. I actually put the photos down on my kitchen counter and walked away before I got through all of them.

A retreat to my bedroom and a shutting off of the lights and official shutting out of the real world was my last move. I pulled my ratty comforter over my head and let the booze still rushing through my blood drift me off to sleep in the middle of a sunny day.

*

I’m not sure how long I was out, but it was pitch black all around when I finally woke. The clock in the corner of the room told me 3 a.m. and the icy chill which filled every empty space of my bedroom told me I never turned the heat on. I looked over to my nightstand and saw a little frost on the glass of ice water which had been sitting there for weeks collecting dust.

The room spun for a moment before I collected my head and turned my senses on full blast for the first time in a long time. I must have actually slept off a little bit of the booze and the world was suddenly a cold, harsh and painful place which made my head feel like it was stuck in a vice.

I allowed a few seconds to pass to try and take everything in and about three seconds into my “warming up phase,” I heard footsteps from just outside of my bedroom door.

I flashed my eyes over to the door, open just a little crack and saw a shadow cut through the little sliver of light the crack let in. My arm ripped over to that nightstand where I knew my gun rested and knocked that neglected glass cup of water onto the hardwood floor where it shattered.

A good, hard blink reset my senses and allowed the world to re-focus in front of me. I started at  that little crack again and saw nothing. Stayed silent with my hand resting next to the gun inside the painted wood of my nightstand and heard nothing. All was silent. There was nothing in the house as far as my human body could tell. I was just going crazy and I was just incredibly hung over. That was my biggest concern at the moment.

My human body did what it could to help with the situation by pulling my hand away from the nightstand and to my mouth where it tried to stop a heaping load of liquid barf from erupting from my lips. I felt the vomit stream out from my hands and all over my torso before the power of the hangover took me over again, I laid back onto my bed and fell asleep.

*

The world was just coming to life the next time I woke. I could feel a hint of warmth trickle through the little open slats in the blinds of my bedroom which faced the backyard. A few more hours sober, I felt a little more control over my body, but could still feel the powerful stranglehold of an aching headache and bubbling stomach torturing my body. It was going to be very hard to get out of bed.

That little bit of light from the rising sun helped me roll over in bed, in the direction which led to the bathroom. I was pretty sure I hadn’t gone to the bathroom in almost 24 hours and it felt like the entire lower half of my torso was going to explode.

I went to throw that lower torso half over the edge of the bed, but stopped myself. I remembered I broke the glass of the cup on the floor right next to my bed in the night and the shattered glass was still spread across the hardwood floor.

Stopped on the edge of the bed, I peered down at the glass and gulped down a hearty chunk of vomit because of what I immediately noticed. Trickling away from the thick pile of shredded glass was a trail of blood which pitter pattered on the floor until it disappeared out the doorway which led into the hall.

I wasn’t a forensic expert, but based on the wetness of the blood spatter, the blood appeared to be rather fresh. Couldn’t have been more than an hour or so old. Had I stumbled up out of bed in the night and stepped on the glass? I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my feet. Not a scratch. No.

My still-fogged brain began to panic. Someone was in the house this time. Someone was probably in the house in the night when I convinced myself they weren’t last time.

I scrambled for my phone which rested on the pillow next to my head with just two percent battery power. Shit. I hadn’t charged the thing in days, but I would probably still have enough juice to call the cops.

But there was a voicemail waiting on the home screen of my phone. I looked at the little message indicator for a few seconds and watched my phone’s power slip down to just one percent. I had to listen to it. I could flick out of it and then call 911 if it was worthless.

I put the phone to my ear and let the voicemail play.

I could tell the voice in the message belonged to Krista before she even spoke. Picked up her essence in the frantic inhale which opened up the message.

“Holly. You need to know this is not what I meant to happen. I had no idea. I had no idea what he wanted to do. I figured he wanted to find you just to know what you were doing. I never thought…”

Krista’s frantic voice paused.

“But when he found out what you were doing. Seeking sympathy for what you did, he couldn’t take it. He had to go to you. I tried to stop him, but I couldn’t. Maybe because I don’t really feel sorry for you. You are probably going to get what you deserve.”

Krista’s voice started to calm and speak more slowly and more clearly.

“You’re probably wondering what this all is and I’m sure it is a shock, but something is really wrong with Holly. You can’t remember what happened day-to-day because you pickled your piece of shit brain starting back 25 years ago, but you are not a good person. Josh wasn’t murdered. He ran away. He snuck off in the middle of the day and rode his bike until he ended up Oklahoma, far away from you, and became a foster child. A foster child I eventually took in and made my son. Josh ran away because you abused him. You can keep trying to deny it, but those tapes you heard, those photos he sent, they tell the real story. Why do you think the cops only questioned you? They figured you murdered Josh, but they could just never find proof. Why do you think no one in that town can look you in the eye.”

Krista began to break up again on the phone, her mouth full of spit. I imagined tears running down her cheeks.

“I don’t know what he is going to do to you, but I can’t say you don’t deserve and I don’t think anyone is going to judge either of us when they find out what you did to him and why you made  him run away.”

The voicemail ended or the phone ran out of battery, I wasn’t really sure. Either way I put the phone down and noticed something step into my field of vision out of the corner of my eye.

I turned my head to the door to my room and started to cry. Standing right there in the doorway was the adult version of my Josh. Clad in dirty jeans, a faded-blue sweatshirt and a sloppy blonde beard with a head of long shaggy hair, he looked at me across the room with dark eyes.

“I’m sorry Josh,” the words barely dribbled out of my quivering lips. “Please, please, understand that I have been sick. Been sick for a really long time.”

“I know,” Josh said so softly I could barely hear.

Josh’s voice was so much deeper, scratchier, but I could still remember it. I could still picture that innocent little nine-year-old with the slight hint of a lisp.

“Please, please, don’t hurt me,” I started to please. “I’m already hurt too much. You got me back for whatever they convinced you I did to you. Please.”

Josh shook his head.  

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Thank you. Thank you.”

My thanks started to dissolve when I saw Josh take a zip tie out of jean pocket.

“No, no,” I started to plead again as Josh walked towards me.

I vomited before Josh got to me, the puke muffling the word “no,” which was the only thing I could repeat.

I was helpless, Josh had that zip tie on my wrists as I kicked around the bed.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t worry,” Josh whispered into my ear before he lifted me up off the bed. “I’m just going to do to you what you forced me to do because I couldn’t take it anymore.”

I screamed as Josh lifted my hangover-ravaged body up off of the bed.

*

Crammed in the trunk of Josh’s truck for what seemed like hours. I feared I was running out of oxygen, but honestly I felt that could have just been more of the withdrawal. Either way, my entire body was a mess as I laid in the dark with my eyes closed, trying not to throw up for the third time in the day.

I started to breath normally for the first time in a long time when I felt the car come to a stop. I let out a full on gasp when the lid of the trunk opened up and stung me with the light of the frozen day. I took in a few cold heaves of air before my eyes fully adjusted to take in Josh towering over me in the sharp sunlight.

“Please just let me go,” I screamed up at Josh.

Josh ignored my demand. He grabbed me around the waist and drug me out of the trunk.

I fell hard on the ground and looked up at the blue sky which was garnished with the dead tips of a forest of tall trees which were fighting off the frost of the winter with the help of a low, beaming sun. I took in the winter beauty for a minute to try and collect myself until Josh stepped into my field of vision and towered over me.

“This road is where I ended up in the middle of the night when I finally worked up the courage to run away.”

I looked around me on the ground level where I laid. It appeared to be a desolate back road in the country which went from nowhere and led to nowhere.

“It’s also where I eventually found a way to my real home,” Josh went on as he cut off my zip ties.

“Please,” I called out as Josh walked away and back to the car.

Josh stopped just inside the driver’s side door of his beat-up Civic.

“I hope you can do the same.”

Josh just tipped the cap of his stained-black baseball cap and ducked back into his car. The tires of his Civic spit gravel in my face when he roared away into the setting sun.

I eventually made my way to my feet and started to stagger in the direction Josh’s car drove off in  hopes of eventually finding someone who could help me. Still dressed in just the nightgown Josh grabbed me in with the darkness bringing on the full brunt of a Missouri, or maybe Oklahoma winter? I didn’t know how long I could make it.

Turns out  the  answer to that question was all night. I  walked on that little gravel road until the sun started to come back up and my eyes set upon a bleak, little town with a gas station and a mini-mart across the street, neither of which were open yet.

It took another good chunk of time before a couple of trucks rolled by and their Oklahoma license plates finally signified to me at least what state I was in. I tried to wave one down for help, but my arm was too tired to even lift up off of my shivering hip.

Right when I was on the verge of death, someone finally stopped in a decrepit little hatch back and picked me up. They took me to the emergency room where I have been recovering for the past day. I guess I beat Josh’s challenge, but I don’t know if that really even matters and I don’t know if I can even go back to our little town and face my life now that Josh’s confrontation and my moments of sobriety have forced me to finally face the truth.

Maybe I will keep following in little Josh’s footsteps, stay here in Oklahoma and make a life for myself. It seemed to work out just fine for him, I guess.

Originally published by Thought Catalog on www.ThoughtCatalog.com.