#:} and he can be a little messy so the ruthlessness... well ;) yeah that's not COMPLETELY inaccurate

[sinsolucion]

MBTI SUMMARY.

ENTJ  /  THE COMMANDER.

strengths: ● efficient ● energetic ● self-confident ● strong-willed ● charismatic & inspiring ● strategic weaknesses: ● stubborn & dominant ● intolerant ● impatient ● arrogant ● poor emotional handling ● cold and ruthless

commanders are natural-born leaders. people with this personality type embody the gifts of charisma and confidence, and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. however, commanders are also characterized by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they’ve set for themselves.

if there’s anything commanders love, it’s a good challenge, big or small, and they firmly believe that given enough time and resources, they can achieve any goal. this quality makes people with the commander personality type brilliant entrepreneurs, and their ability to think strategically and hold a long-term focus while executing each step of their plans with determination and precision makes them powerful business leaders. this determination is often a self-fulfilling prophecy, as commanders push their goals through with sheer willpower where others might give up and move on, and their extraverted nature means they are likely to push everyone else right along with them, achieving spectacular results in the process.

at the negotiating table, be it in a corporate environment or buying a car, commanders are dominant, relentless, and unforgiving. this isn’t because they are coldhearted or vicious per se – it’s more that commander personalities genuinely enjoy the challenge, the battle of wits, the repartee that comes from this environment, and if the other side can’t keep up, that’s no reason for commanders to fold on their own core tenet of ultimate victory. if there’s anyone commanders respect, it’s someone who is able to stand up to them intellectually, who is able to act with a precision and quality equal to their own. commanders are true powerhouses, and they cultivate an image of being larger than life – and often enough they are. 

tagged: @bloodxhound ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ 

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Bruises and bitemarks say, takes one to bring the pain

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You belong to him and he wants everyone to see it

Warnings: Smut, marking kink, possessive!JJ

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

A/N: I was thinking about putting some smutty drabbles/shortstories together for JJ x Reader and here we go.

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“I can’t even believe you went to him! That dude is a psychopath, nothing more!”

JJ was fuming and you really didn’t understand why he was so worked up.

Rafe had been threatening the Pogues once again and you were so fed up with his behavior at this point. The two of you had been childhood friends, back when he was still a normal child, so you had hoped that he might listen to you.

He didn’t. Instead he had tried to make good use of the time you had been there with him, flirting with you, trying to win you over, fully aware that you and JJ were a thing.

Rafe hated JJ and ever since he had known that you dated the Pogue, he had tried even more to break you two apart.

“Calm down, JJ. Nothing happened,” you said almost annoyed as you tried to get past him to the Chateau. You had agreed to meet up here later with the rest of the Pogues but for now, it was just the two of you.

“You say that now! What if he would have touched you? Kidnapped you? Killed you? You know what kind of guy he is!” The anger was written on his face and for a moment you wondered if you should take his concern more seriously. Rafe was dangerous indeed, unpredictable but would he really go that far and kill you only because you didn’t want anything from him?

“Babe, it’s fine,” you say and take JJ’s face in your hands. His cheeks were hot, his hair was messy from running his hand through there too many times.

His jaw clenched and you felt it against your skin but his breathing also calmed down a little.

“I don’t want you near him,” he told you and there was possessiveness in his voice, something you didn’t hear very often because everyone knew you were his and he was yours. Sometimes a tourist tried to flirt with you at a beach party but JJ would quickly make sure that they knew where you belonged.

You clenched your legs together a little at the tone of his voice and smiled sweetly at him. His eyes darkened and he grabbed your hips, lifting you up. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you toward the Chateau. 

Thankfully the others wouldn’t arrive for at least another hour.

“You’re mine,” he almost growled into your ear when he fell down on the couch with you, his hands stopping his own fall so he wouldn’t crush you in the process.

“Am I?” you asked with a teasing tone and he gritted his teeth before sinking them into the crook of your neck.

You yelped briefly at the pain shooting through your skin before his tongue started to swirl on the mark he just left, gently sucking it.

“I’m going to mark you all over. You are mine. All mine.” He sounded almost desperate and feral when he spoke those words next to your ear before moving to the other side of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin there too.

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing him closer to you, your hips bucking against the bulge that had formed in his pants.

JJ just smirked against your neck and thrusted his hips down, pinning yours against the cushions under you.

“Stay still,” he mumbled before running a hand over your stomach, slipping it under your shirt to push it upward.

Next he bit your stomach. One, two, three times, all over the place. Leaving little bite marks. It was painful but arousing at the same time. 

You really didn’t know what to do with your hands. Sometimes they were wrapped around him, sometimes in his hair but every time he shifted it became slightly awkward.

He picked up on this and took both of your wrist in one hand each to pin them over your head.

“Leave them there, you look beautiful like that,” he said and gave you a quick grin before he pushed your shirt up further, revealing your bra which he moved down carelessly until your tits were spilling out above.

He took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently. You yelped in pain and looked down at him in surprise but he just grinned at you when he let go of your nipple only to blow cold air on it a moment later.

A shiver ran down your spine and he moved to the other breast to do the same there. Wetness was pooling between your legs now and a whine left your throat.

“Hm? Anything you want?” That bastard knew exactly what you wanted and the grin on his face gave him away.

You huffed in anger and when you opened your mouth to reply, he bit down hard on the top skin of your right breast, causing you to take in a deep breath instead of saying a word. He sucked the spot, harder than the spots on your neck and you gritted your teeth.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said when he let go of the sensitive skin and moved over to repeat the whole process on the other breast. This time you were prepared for the pain to come and when you looked down your body you saw the marks that he covered you in.

“But I’m not done marking my property yet,” he hummed against your skin and you let out a frustrated sigh. 

He was always good at getting you worked up and right now, you really wanted him before the others came over.

JJ opened your pants and you lifted your hips so he could pull your shorts and panties down, leaving them at your ankles.

“Hm, so wet for me.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your wet center which made you moan. You tried to buck your hips upward, closer to the face he was already pulling back but there was no chance. 

You pouted and watched how he kissed down your inner thighs. Open mouthed kisses, sucking in between and sometimes he bit down hard, leaving a lot of marks on your inner thighs.

It was almost too much, the pain of his bites and the arousal pooling between your legs, dripping down on the cushions below you. You were sure that if he touched your clit only for a few seconds, you would come apart. 

“You really like this, huh?” he asked when he watched the wetness between your legs become more and more.

“Of course I do, you idiot. Can you please fuck me now?” You literally begged him and there was a glint in his eyes that couldn’t hide that he loved it when you did this.

“Why should I?” He licked his bottom lip and looked in your eyes, then between your legs and back up again.

“I want you to mark me on the inside too,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster up and it seemed to do the trick.

It only took him a couple of seconds to completely remove his pants and boxershorts, meanwhile you had kicked away the clothes still around your ankles.

His dick moved inside of you with one, smooth stroke, your wetness coating it enough to be able to do this without any pain or stretching beforehand.

When he was between you, your legs wrapped around him and you hissed in pain when the bite marks on your inner thighs came in contact with his skin. They were more sensitive than you had thought. You almost came from just the feeling of him inside of you but you held back, wanting to wait so you could release together.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” he murmured as he thrusted into you, hands between your face, his whole body just towering over you.

He leaned down to kiss you but couldn’t stop himself from biting your bottom lip, pulling on it a little while he kept a ruthless pace up.

Suddenly a noise you both knew very well came up and he stopped for a moment, both your heads going toward the window near the entrance.

The Twinkie had just pulled around, there was no mistake. That old car would make the same stupid noises for the time it would run.

“Shit,” you said and groaned in frustration but then you felt how JJ started moving again.

“What the-?” you were about to complain but his deep thrusts became so intense that you had to swallow any words you were about to say. Instead you had to bite down on your arm to keep yourself from moaning so loud.

“I’m not going to stop now. I’ll mark you from inside, just like you wanted to.” That stupid grin on his face was so big and he was so proud of himself and god, you hated and loved him at the same time.

Muffled voices reached your ears and JJ only sped up more, causing you to moan around the skin of your arm that you were biting so hard you weren’t even sure if you were about to draw blood.

With one last, deep and hard thrust JJ came inside of you and you felt how he was painting your inside with his cum. He growled as he came, louder than expected and you prayed that the people outside didn’t hear it. You weren’t sure who was there, only John B, maybe Sarah too, maybe they had picked up the whole crew. 

As his hot semen was spurting inside of you, you finally let go too, coming with him together. You loved it when the two of you came together and you had trained hard so you would be able to hold back whenever it was needed.

He pulled out of you quickly and grabbed his clothes, putting them on quickly.

“Lovely,” he said when he looked between your legs, watching how his cum dripped out of you. “I wouldn’t let it run out though. They’re almost here and you won’t have enough time to get cleaned up or clean the cushions.”

The blonde boy laughed when he saw your blushed face and you reached over to pull your panties on quickly.

You could clearly hear John B and Sarah approaching now.

JJ walked towards the door and waved at them. “Hey guys!” he called over to them and they greeted him back.

You weren’t sure if you ever got dressed this quickly, running a hand through your hair to make it look less messy.

Without thinking you simply turned the cushion around, hoping no one would notice. It would dry soon enough.

“The two of you are here early,” John B commented as he and Sarah walked inside and JJ just smirked at you behind their backs.

“Yeah, I got off work earlier and JJ lives here anyway,” you said with a nonchalant shrug while you felt JJ’s cum dripping out of you, coating your panties in wetness.

Sarah gave you a look and you groaned while blushing. John B might be oblivious to the amount of times you and JJ had sex at his place but Sarah clearly almost always knew.

When your best friend saw your reaction she just grinned at you and picked the chair to sit on purpose.

[theepisceswriter]

Taking you to Pound town AOT edition (Jean, Reiner, Zeke, Erwin)

Synopsis: Hehe, how some of the men of AOT get when they get into that zone during sex.

TW: be prepared to read some manhandling babes, GN!reader, mature things obviously, dirty talk, 18+, MINOR DNI!

JEAN

Doggystyle with Jean is literally heaven on earth. This man knows how to position himself and hold you down in a way that has you feeling every single inch of him sliding in and out with each thrust and he’s ruthless with it too. Has you pent down on the bed with his body weight and places his hand on the small of your back to steady himself and force your back into more of an arch. And you try to run away from the dick because it’s too much and hitting that spot just a little too good? He’s grabbing your hips and pushing you right back down on to him if he has to. “Aht aht, where are you going? Move your hand I know you can take this dick. You’ve done it plenty of times before, baby.” Ugh, he’s such a menace. And as if pounding into you brutally from behind with no mercy for your poor g-spot wasn’t enough, he stands up on the mattress and puts one hand on the wall and starts to go in as he nears his orgasm. Both of you are dripping with sweat at this point and when you turn around you expect to see Jean close to passing out from exhaustion but it’s the complete opposite; his eyebrows are furrowed with concentration and sweat is beginning to form on his forehead as he focuses on your pleasure, trying to get you just as close to your orgasm as he is right now.

REINER

Reiner’s favorite position is with you on top so he can watch those titties bounce or let them smack him in his face. It’s also hot as hell to him to watch your hips rut up against him desperately as you try to match the roughness of his thrusts when he’s in control. It’s so hilarious to him to see how even with his dick inside of you, you can’t please yourself the way that he can, so he finally takes pity on you and moves you two to a position where you’re both on your side. “All you have to do is lay there, love. Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you.” And he does exactly that! At first he’d start off at a slow sensual pace to get you adjusted to him and his length, because we all know he’s packing, and eventually he’d get hungry for more and move your leg over his hips and that’s when you know that he’s about to go to work. His hips begin rutting up against yours at a pace that has his balls slapping against your most sensitive parts with each thrust and at one point the two of you move from the middle of it close to the edge because his thrusts are just that powerful enough to move the body weight of the two of you. Despite the fact that he’s literally talking into your shit like a jackhammer from behind, he’s whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear. “You’re taking my cock so well. It was meant just for you and you only, it’s all yours.” “You make me feel so good. No one else has ever made me feel as good as you before. No one even comes close.” And don’t even get me started on the neck kisses that this man is giving you; lips suctioning the sweet spot in the crevice of your neck and soothing over his bite marks with his warm tongue.

ZEKE

Like Reiner, Zeke likes you on top too but to give you that false sense of you being in control. He might let you have a minute or two of you controlling the pace to let you think that you’re in charge but out of nowhere he’ll grab hold of your hips and just start pounding into you from behind. I’m not talking about no regular degular thrusting, but some fast pounding that has everything on your body jiggling and makes the sound of your skin slapping against his sound like thunder. And I just know he’d make fun of you for the way you were riding him earlier. “Is that how you ride a dick? C’mon I know you can do better than that. It’s all yours so ride it like it is. Or do I have to show you how?” You can’t even speak because he’s giving it to you that good, you’re a moaning incoherent mess on top of him and, like the menace of society he is, he makes fun of you and degrades you so bad from below. “Awww, you gonna cum for me huh? Look at you, so fucked out and dick drunk that you can’t even talk.” And just to add to him already demolishing you he drops a hand between your legs and starts rubbing/stroking you until your thighs are clenching around his hand and your thighs are drenched with arousal. Best believe he’s going to overstimulate you to the point where having another orgasm is damn near painful and your legs convulse with each fondle and thrust he sends up into you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you got a rash on your thighs from all that friction and you most definitely have bruises on your hips from where his hands were.

ERWIN

HEADBOARD GRABBER! HEADBOARD GRABBER! When Erwin put them hands on the headboard in front of him just know that he’s about to go to WORK. You two don’t even have to start off in missionary, if he feels that you’re getting close to your orgasm he’ll flip you two over so that he’s on top and uses the headboard behind you two to sturdy himself while he goes at it. And when I say go at it I mean it. He’s like a completely different Erwin; neat hair messy all over his hair, feral grunts and groans leaving his mouth, sweat dripping from his chiseled body, and thrusting at a force that’s guaranteed to make you sore tomorrow. His knuckles are ghostly white as he grips the headboard and he’s most definitely going to either break it or crack it to the point where you need a whole new headboard. The neighbors hate you two because the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall before he grabbed on it was already annoying, but now he’s practically slamming it against the wall and leaving the whole room shaking and bed creaking as he brings you to the best orgasms of your life. Yes orgasms, plural, because at that speed there’s no way you’re having anything less than two orgasms. As soon as the tsunami of your first orgasm washes over you, you immediately feel the build up of a second one in your stomach and luckily he finishes soon after you finish your second orgasm. He’s so into it that anything that isn’t a moan hardly leaves his lips but every now and then he’ll slip in phrases to coax you into your orgasm like, “Yeah, that’s it just like that, baby. Cum all over my cock for me.” This man is dangerous when he gets into that zone. There’s no way you’re walking the next day.

[dr3amofagame]

I really love when people write about c!wilbur manipulating c!dream so I was wondering if you could write on about the smp realizing that c!wilbur manipulated c!dream into being a lap dog for him but a hell lot of trouble for then and if you could add c!wilbur taking advantage of the fact that dream is a god during a fight that would make my day. Hope you have a great day.thank you. Love your work.

ooh yeah - c!wilbur is back and GGG-ing as good as ever, , which Really makes you think abt what it’s gonna be like when he interacts with c!dream again. this ended up being a little more c!sapnap centric than i intended, hope that’s alright haha. (and thank you so much for the kind words!) 

tw: implied abuse, torture, drowning, dismemberment, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, emotional distress, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!sapnap critical? not really?, dark portrayal of c!wilbur (typical MAD duo shenanigans)

Sapnap isn’t expecting to find anyone when he storms out in the middle of the night - he’s tense, they all are after the fiasco at the prison, but really his thoughts are filled with Karl once again going inexplicably radio silent for days on end and Quackity ignoring all of his questions with a simple “i’m busy” that he’d failed to follow up even twelve hours later, so Dream and Wilbur and whatever the hell happened that left Pandora’s Vault - obsidian, indestructible, tall and dark and proud - half-crumbled and sunken into the sea are just about the last things on his mind.  

Even so, he’s not an idiot, so he had enough foresight to pack a few potions and gather his armor and weapons before stepping into the summer night - it’s cool under the moonlight, a soft breeze cutting through the otherwise stifling weight of the humid air, and the comfortable night is enough to make his anger die down, just a little. Kinoko Kingdom glows soft and warm from the lanterns Foolish had scattered all over the place, thick with the earthy smell of fungus and flowers, and he takes a deep breath before walking to the city outskirts to hopefully clear his mind.

He’s no stranger to late-night walks; his temper had always been fiery, even as a child, and he’d figured out pretty early on that the easiest way to deal with it was to walk or run until his brain was too tired to think anymore. Walking at night also meant he could take out some of his frustration on mobs as well as the satisfaction of setting a random patch of forest on fire without worrying about burning down someone else’s property, and once he got good enough with a sword and shield to come and go relatively unscathed, Bad had stopped his worrying enough to let him do whatever as long as he came back in time in the morning. Sapnap frowns as he hacks at a random branch in his way with an axe, watching as it falls in a spray of leaves and crashes to the ground; he hasn’t seen Bad in a while, not since he became obsessed with the whole Egg thing. Quackity had mentioned some cryptic things, and Karl was adamant that they avoid the Egg as much as possible, but he probably should’ve at least visited, or something. Bad always knew what to say when it came to messy things like this.

Though - Sapnap laughs wryly - it’d never been this bad, before. Karl distant and absent, Q somehow even more so with a new glint to his gaze that sent a shiver down his spine. George, usually asleep, never around, expression perpetually foggy like he doesn’t know where he was. Dream- evil, insane, awful, somehow so familiar it hurt and too much of a stranger to recognize. He wonders when it all got this bad. He wonders what it says about himself, that he didn’t notice until it was far too late.

“Fancy seeing you out here.”

Sapnap whirls around, sword drawn; the figure staring back at him doesn’t even flinch. His eyes narrow at the sight, stance widening, shoulders tense.

“Wilbur?” He keeps his voice wary, guarded, trying his best to keep surprise from coloring his tone. Wilbur grins at him, tight-lipped, the planes of his face faintly lit by the moon shining over them, facial features only barely visible in the dim light. Without really meaning to, Sapnap cranes his head to look around at the surrounding forest, but nothing moves or makes itself known outside of the figure still staring at him, smirking. “What- what are you doing here?”

And where’s Dream?

Because Sapnap might not know much about what went down at the prison and what Dream’s plans are and the whole mess that he’d been so desperate to put behind him and utterly failed at doing so, but what he does know is that the two of them - Dream and Wilbur, Wilbur and Dream - had been all but inseparable, strangely attached to each other in a way that spelled out nothing but trouble for the rest of them. The rest of the server had been compiling sightings of the two in the hopes of being able to stop whatever it was that they had planned, but Sapnap knows his former friend, brother, and even if he doesn’t know Wilbur, his reputation more than precedes him: the two of them are smart, not to mention paranoid as fuck, and the rest of them have a better shot shooting targets in the dark than figuring out whatever the hell was going on in their heads with the two of them working together. Either way, he knows that they’d never been sighted apart - it was always Wilbur standing on a hill with Dream sitting next to him, or Dream hacking through mobs as Wilbur followed, or the two of them stepping into a fortress and leaving minutes after - until now.

“Could ask the same of you,” Wilbur laughs, just a shade to the left of friendly, and the moonlight scatters through the leaves and glints off his glasses. “Don’t be so tense, man! I’m just going on a walk, thought I’d enjoy the night. Didn’t see anything like this in Limbo, you know.”

Sapnap winces at the reminder, that Wilbur is here and alive in defiance of law and reason and the universe itself, but Wilbur barrels on, seeming unaware of his unease.

“Anyway - how are you doing, man? Haven’t seen you around in a while.” He leans back, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, stance loose, relaxed. “I’d ask Dream, but he’s been in prison for a bit, you know? Most of what he knows is pretty - ah, outdated, not that I tell him that.”

“What are you planning?” Sapnap snaps, grip tightening around the handle of his sword. “You and Dream. What do you want?”

“Who’s to say we want anything?” Wilbur seems to grin wider, and the expression on his face is unsettling, makes something cold slither up his spine. He shakes his head to rid himself of the feeling, half-wishing it was brighter so he could better see the other’s eyes.

“I mean-” he stutters. Because Dream always wants, he almost says, bitter and angry, that all-too-familar swell of betrayal rising in his chest at Dream, forever insatiated, forever wanting, forever looking for more more more. Because if he were to escape, and if he were to want nothing, then what did that mean for the rest of them? Because if he didn’t want, if he wasn’t left wanting, then did Sapnap ever mean anything at all? The thoughts stick to his skull like tar, words clinging to the roof of his mouth as it goes dry. Wilbur seems to stare at him, unimpressed, and he feels his face go hot.

“He’s not- he’s dangerous, you know,” Sapnap says instead of answering, because untangling the awful, knotted feelings that make up his remaining ties with Dream, half-frayed and neglected and forgotten, is more work than he can handle and more emotions than he has the energy to bear. It doesn’t matter, in the end, because Dream is still dangerous; he knows that, resolutely, and maybe it’s lucky, that he found Wilbur without Dream whispering plans and manipulations and meaningless words by his side. It’ll give him a chance to warn Wilbur, bring him back to their side instead of risking his life (again) in the company of his friend-turned-tyrant. Dream is dangerous, whether he wants or not, because Dream is Dream and he’s been in too many manhunts to face him with anything less than one hundred percent confidence. “You don’t want to be with him, Wilbur. He’s hurt- so many people.”

Wilbur’s expression doesn’t change, seeming as indifferent to the words as ever; if anything, he looks a little amused. “Really,” he hums, almost to himself. “Dangerous, you say?”

“He’s Dream,” Sapnap insists, because it’s the truth, and it’s the simplicity of it, really. It’s Dream, and Dream is dangerous whether he’s on your side or not, forever ruthless and unheeding as long as he gets what he wants. He’d been in Wilbur’s place, once, convinced that Dream’s strategies and planning and infallible logic had meant they had no way of losing. He knows better, now. “You’ve fought him before! He doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t care about anything.”

And if the words are a little more bitter than they should be when he says that, who but he is going to notice?

Wilbur’s eyes stay on his, completely silent, expression unreadable. The quiet gets awkward quickly, Wilbur’s expression seeming unchanging, nothing but the faint rustling of the leaves around them to break the stillness of the air, and Sapnap feels his gut roll uncomfortably as he looks off to the ground, waiting for Wilbur to react in some way, any way. It’s hard, he knows, to realize that someone you thought was on your side had been using you the entire time, he’s been there before and he gets it, but- it’s still strange, how still Wilbur has become. How he still hasn’t reacted - is his expression going to change?

And suddenly, starting quiet and then swelling in volume, Wilbur begins to laugh.

“Goodness,” Wilbur drawls through his chuckles, voice low and dark and sending chills down his back. “I thought he was exaggerating, man - you really do hate him, don’t you?”

“What- what’s so funny?”

Wilbur smiles, teeth flashing white as the faint light from the moon bounces off of them, “I have to give you my thanks, truly. I’d thought that Quackity did the most of it, or Sam, but you- I really couldn’t have guessed.”

Sapnap’s head is spinning. Wilbur’s expression is positively gleeful, eyes dancing, smile wide and brilliant, bouncing from one name to another with little explanation to how any of them tie together. Sam? Quackity? Nothing is making sense. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh Sapnap,” Wilbur croons. “You really don’t know, do you?”

He twists his hand in a flippant gesture, eyes directed into the forest surrounding them.

“Let’s just say that his, ah- stay, in Pandora, wasn’t exactly what I’d call a five-star experience. But you know that, don’t you?” Wilbur directs a flat smile his way, and Sapnap swallows, throat dry. Briefly, images flash behind his eyes - walls, dripping with crying obsidian, the lava’s heat hard to bear at his back, even for him, mining fatigue pulling at his limbs and making them heavy. How startlingly bare the cell had been, even through the haze of his anger, Dream, slumped in a corner of the cell, barely moving, barely even breathing as it seemed sometimes, sunken-in cheeks and sagging shoulders speaking of nothing but a bone-deep exhaustion. “Apparently, being psychologically and physically tortured for months on end has an interesting effect on the human psyche. Even more so when, say, your best friend comes once in the entire time to tell you that he’ll kill you if you ever try to escape.”

“How-” he trips on his own words, lungs seizing, “how do you know that?”

“He tells me things. A lot of things, really. Did you know it takes one and a half regen potions to reattach an arm after it’s been cut off? It takes three and a half for a leg, he thinks, but the blood loss made it rather hard to remember.” Wilbur steps forward. “Did you know that scars created by healing potions tend to be much thicker and more prominent than those made by regens? Or that he can hold his breath for a little more than two minutes before passing out?” Wilbur smirks, jagged, threatening. “Did you know that I can tell him just about everything, and he’ll believe me because there’s no one else to tell him otherwise?”

“Wh- what?”

“I’ll be sure to tell him what you said; I’m sure he’ll love to hear how his brother is doing.” Wilbur waves. “And when you see Quackity, be sure to give him my thanks, will you?”

“Wilbur, what- come back-”

And with a flash of purple particles, Wilbur disappears, leaving Sapnap alone in the middle of the forest. Stasis chamber. His heart pounds in his ears, breathing all-too-loud, and he stares desperately at the empty space where Wilbur had stood like it’ll bring him back again.

Fuck, he swipes his hand across his face, startled when it comes back wet. What does he do now?

[daiyus]

your knuckles bruise deep but his are built like brass. // a self para

Featuring: Alexei Volkov. Mentions: Nikolai, Raymond, Mike. Timestamp: May 14th, dinner time.

“I heard you wanted to talk.” Alexei’s voice cuts through the room as Daiyu blinks awake, sitting up with the reflexes of someone who has never expected to sleep long. He’s brought light into the room, a soft blue-ish glow that enlightens her father’s features. He’s close, close enough to touch, but sitting at exact distance where she’d need to reach a little too far to get to him properly. Where he can anticipate a move of violence and knock her down. Where he can look down on her, he on his chair, she on the ground. Daiyu stares at the red lines on his face, from where she’d scratched him days ago. There’s a smile on his lips. “So here I am.” She is glad for the wall against her back, keeping her from scrambling backwards. I am not afraid, she tells herself, and so she is not. Not yet, anyway. “You sure took your time,” she snips in return, crossing her legs and sitting upright. She wishes to offer a picture of pure strength, but her shoulders hunch, and her hair hangs in messy strands along her face.  He offers no answer to the sass, just a cup of water and some food pushed her way on a tray by his boot. “I need you to keep your strength up.” It’s a command. It’s not said out of care for his daughter and her lost appetite, because if he had cared she would not have been here for days. But it sounds caring, is cloaked in something almost fatherly. Daiyu grabs the water and makes herself take a slow sip, refuses to touch the food now that her father is here. Focus.

She’s not very good at the mental chess, to be honest. She has always felt quite stupid, under her father’s scrutinising gaze. There are qualities she holds that her father could never get close to making his own, but this? This is not her area. But she’ll try. “Yeah, yeah, I wanted to talk. Quite a while ago, but like I said, you took your time.” He’d let her simmer, rot, decay, in this room where her brother had started to appear amidst the confusion of complete solitude. She wants to pull up her legs and wrap her arms around them, make herself smaller. In stead she places the cup down on the floor.  I am not afraid. She is. “So, talk.” Another demand. Daiyu clears her throat. “I want out of here.” Here meaning this room. Maybe the entire QZ, too. She does not add a please, moves on from her request to avoid showing her desperation. “And I’m not gonna apologise what I did to Mike, ‘cause you’re not gonna apologise for killing Ray, so.”  “Why’d you do it?”  She picks at a pea. “If anyone had to be punished for what happened, it should have been Mike. He’s the dick that broke the rules. And what the fuck does killing Ray accomplish? He’s — he was well-loved, respected, liked, something so many of us had in common. Not only did you have him killed, but morale, too.”  Alexei Volkov does not concern himself with the opinions of those below him, though. He kills the things that are loved. And yet, he smiles, smiles at the vicious, ruthless leadership his daughter has shown. She’ll get there. “Raymond was out of line. You were out of line. You should count yourself lucky that you’re here.” Here, rather than six feet under like her siblings. Alexei doesn’t have to say it for her to know: any other enforcer would have met a more definitive fate than her. How lucky indeed.  I think he’s gonna kill me, one of these days, she had murmured against Nik’s chest. Daiyu’s gaze averts, not quite submissive but something like it all the same. She wants to crawl back. She wants to lunge forward. She looks at the door, as if considering her chances, and then back at Alexei. There’s still a smile on his lips, because she remains where she sits. She’s never searched his approval. It’s a disquieting thing, to be faced with a semblance of it: it’s is like a scythe at her neck. Like a loss of all she wants to be. “Next time you want to show initiative in punishing one of our men,” he says. Our men, as if they work side by side. Initiative, as if this was her attempting to step it up as a leader and not just her rageful nature snapping. “Discuss it with me first.” Jaws clench. Daiyu picks at her food. “Fine.” A concession, a lie. What she had done hadn’t been calculated, even if she could explain it away with a certain logic now. She didn’t want to be calculated, not when it came to things like this. She didn’t want to punish at all, didn’t want to be punished either. But she concedes, because she needs to get out of here. “Can I leave?”  A pause, a beat. Her father looks down on her, reaches over to her restless hand, takes it and studies the bruised knuckles as if they’re little beauties. None of his other children had ever taken to the violence like Daiyu had and there’s some kind of admiration, here. “Not yet, дочь. Let it sink in. I need you back, soon, but I need you to understand why this can’t happen again.” He drops her hand, takes his torch, gets up. “And now that we’ve come to an agreement, I’m sure you’ll get there.” Daiyu feels small and not just because her father towers over her now that he’s standing up. He’s demeaning, condescending, and she feels her breath get caught in her throat. “No, I got it, I got it, I can just get back to it, I’ll even fucking say sorry to Mike —” “We don’t apologise for things we don’t regret.” We, Volkovs. We, tyrants. She balls her fist, that bruised, murderous thing and scrambles up, still cranes her neck to meet his eye, “I understand, okay? There’s no need for any more of this, it’s sunken in. Okay? Please, I’ll show you that —” Once again, she’s interrupted, a hand raised to silence her. Flat, without a threat of violence, and yet enough, “You know I don’t like desperate people.” Daiyu’s mouth shuts, if only because she’s afraid of vitriol falling out. And so, he leaves. Taking the torch, the chair, the hope for an exit. Daiyu hurries after him, but he’s quick enough and in stead of reaching him, she meets a closed door that she throws herself against, knuckles split open once again as she pounds and shouts.

[join-the-joywrite]

and I don't want to (but I love you)

@jatp-week Day 6: favourite trope

Not me doing a self-indulgent and stupidly long enemies to lovers au :>

Julie Molina didn't have enemies in her life. She had competitors, sure. Everyone did. But Sunset Curve took the whole cake. She didn't have enemies but Luke Patterson came dangerously close.

Luke Patterson, on the other hand, fully considered Julie Molina his number one enemy. He had zero qualms about saying that to her face and behind her back. He knew his band was the best but Julie had a real knack for knocking his ego down a bit and he hated her for it. Maybe he wouldn't get so riled up if she was nice about it or if not nice, she was less nasty and more stern. Honestly, it seemed like she took pleasure in criticizing Sunset Curve.

The rivalry between them extended to their bands and friend circles. Well, for the most part, anyway. Julie and Luke let Willie and Alex get away with their little forbidden lovers thing because they both thought the pair was cute together. It was pretty much the only thing they agreed on. Ever.

Willie only ever talked about Alex, not the band and Alex made sure to steer clear of mentioning Julie whenever he talked about Willie. The arrangement worked for all sides.

Julie and Luke's rivalry extended far beyond their music. It crept into their classes and had them fighting for the top spot. The teachers were thrilled. It meant Luke put in as much effort as he possibly could into every assignment or test. Even if it was out of pure spite, it was working.

And then, oh dear, and then there was a group project. Obviously, they split to opposite ends of the room with their friends to choose pairs (except Willie and Alex, who were shoved together and assured it was perfect) but apparently, it was important to learn how to work with people you dislike because in the workplace you might be forced to work with people you dislike -- or something like that.

Julie and Luke had never let their rivalry coerce them into doing stupid things -- except the one time where Carrie was convinced Luke could hold his breath longer and Julie almost drowned in the school pool to prove Carrie wrong -- but the moment they were paired up, Julie and Luke both wanted nothing more than to break several school rules, vandalism being the top one and starting violent fights being the second. It was unclear if they wanted to fight each other or their teacher.

Matters were made worse when their friends got to pair off together on their own terms while they were stuck with each other. The only thing keeping them from completely refusing to do any work was that they both were still competing for the highest scores.

Their friends had never been more entertained and the two opposing groups bonded over watching the two most stubborn people they knew suffer out a school project together. The clear awkwardness between them was hilarious and it was a pleasant thing to see them sitting at the same table and not trying to verbally murder each other. Bobby turned out to be the funniest person in the whole group. He had a meme-y caption for every moment they caught of Julie and Luke sitting near enough to have a normal conversation and the others loved it. He also seemed to be able to relate all the memes to the pair and was strangely good at photoshop, which earned him the Groupchat King title. (Julie and Luke were completely unaware of this groupchat excluding only them -- which, for the others' safety, was for the best.) Flynn's favourite was a photo of Julie with a feral look on her face, miming strangling a smug Luke. Me & 2020 was Bobby's winning caption. She wasn't sure which was which and that made it even better, in her opinion.

As the weeks passed, Julie and Luke's rivalry mellowed. As far as they said, it was still going strong but their actions told another story. There were playful nudges in the hallway, now. Teasing death glares across a classroom. Locked gazes and stifled giggles at inside jokes -- the fact that they even had those was surprising enough. They willingly shared a lunch table for the sole purpose of interrupting a mini date between Willie and Alex but most of it was spent in their own world anyway. Their mockery of each other had become gentler and more harmless teasing than anything.

And then one Tuesday, Luke didn't show up at school.

Of course, Luke's band knew exactly what was up, but they -- with support from Julie's friends -- decided it would be fun to play dumb and send Julie to Luke's house, just to check up on him, you know, despite the fact that the group project was long over and she really had no need to meddle further into Luke's life. The mere fact that Julie forgot she still had class and was seriously ready to leave immediately said a lot.

"I can promise you that it's really not as bad as it looks," Luke said from under several pillows, a puffy duvet and maybe three stuffed animals, "but there's no band practice today and I'm not coming to school tomorrow either so can one of you flick Julie's forehead for me? It's tradition."

"Band practice, huh?" Julie said, dropping her bag on the floor with a soft thud. "And here I thought you just had nothing more interesting going on in your life than disrupting mine."

Luke sat up fast enough that his head spun, his vision swam and two pillows fell off the bed. "Who told you where I live?"

"You did, dork. Here, I brought your homework and my dad's trying something out in the kitchen. He misread balf the recipe so it's the blandest thing I've ever tasted but if you're sick, it'll be good for you."

Luke responded to the bit that made sense. "I don't want bland food," he said, scrunching up his nose as Julie set a small stack of papers on the desk in the corner and walked up to him with a covered bowl.

"As if you'd know the difference. Your mom said you can't taste anything anyway."

"You talked to my mom?" Luke asked, looking mortified.

"Yeah, duh. What, did you think I climbed through your bedroom window? I don't care that much for you."

"Aww, I knew you cared for me."

Julie didn't respond to it. "So this is supposed to be a vegetable stew," she said, tapping the plastic wrap over the bowl, "but like I said, mistakes were made."

"Well, what is it then?" Luke asked, leaning over to peer at the bowl.

"I'd call it . . . semi-flavoured water with surprise veggies."

"Joy."

"I know, right? Anyway, I'll leave you to your . . . pillow fort? Cute stuffies. I have the same penguin."

Luke glanced at the penguin that was still secured in his arm. "Don't you dare tell your friends. Especially not Flynn. She's ruthless."

"She is not. But fine, only because you're sick. I'll be back for my bowl tomorrow and it better be empty."

Luke watched Julie leave with a look of amazement. As soon as he heard his front door close, footsteps pattered through the hallway, leading up to his mother sticking her head in his room. "I like her."

"I'm going back to sleep," Luke said, diving back into the safety of all his pillows, wondering if it was the fever or Julie that set his cheeks blazing.

Probably the fever.

"Good afternoon, dork. Reggie says you said you liked the semi-flavoured water and my dad felt very appreciated by that so he's made some actual stew for you to try. It's beef stew this time so please don't get surprised. Did you do yesterday's homework? You should, because I brought today's. How do you feel?"

Luke, who had been staring at Julie with his mouth slightly open in a perfect picture of surprise, blinked when he realised she'd stopped speaking. "Don't you knock?!"

"Your mom said you were asleep and I could just leave everything here for you but you were awake so. . ." Julie trailed off, shrugging.

"You . . . you are so strange."

Julie shrugged as she set the homework down on the desk and walked up to the nightstand to put the covered bowl down in Luke's reach. "You need to come back to school. I feel bad bullying your friends."

"I'm sure they'll be glad to hear that," Luke said sarcastically. He paused for a second. "Yeah, I did the homework. Most of it. My mom said it'll help to get out of bed and do something. I tried to play the guitar but she was adamant I didn't do that something."

Julie nodded and walked back to Luke's desk. She rifled through the mess and picked up all the homework. "I'll finish this essay for you," she said almost absently, searching among the pages. "Please tell me you did your science homework. I got a lot of that wrong and no one wants to give me the answers because apparently, I should learn my work."

"Uh . . . yeah. Um, yeah, I did the science. Wh-- what do you mean 'do the essay' for me?"

Julie looked up as she gathered everything into a pile of messy and uneven papers. "It's on the African American civil rights movement. It's factual and ninety percent of the class will have the same essay anyway so--"

"No. No, I mean . . . why?"

"Oh. Uh . . . why not?"

Luke didn't have a response, so he fell silent.

"Well, that's all of yesterday's homework. Get some rest and then make sure you eat. I can't have my favourite punching bag get too weak to take a hit."

As Julie turned and left his room, Luke felt the sudden urge to scream, so instead, he slammed his burning face into his favourite penguin. Yes, she had called him a punching bag, but she'd also called him her favourite.

"Music class just isn't the same without booing you. Also, Alex said you managed to keep the beef stew down yesterday so my dad thought you could try something a little heavier. This is an experimental chicken and fried rice . . . thing. I do not reccomend eating unless you're sure you're okay enough for a full meal. That said, I brought more beef stew in case you're not up for the chicken and rice."

"You can't just walk in unannounced!" Luke cried as Julie set down the two bowls on the nightstand.

"I can, actually," Julie said, flashing a set of keys at Luke.

Luke's jaw dropped when he recognized the keychains. "Hey, those are mine!"

"Wow, so observant. Your mom gave it to me before I left yesterday because your dad is at work and she needed to go out today and with you holed up in here, there wouldn't be anyone to open for me."

Luke frowned. "Oh, yeah, she said something like that but I was half-asleep."

Julie was pleasantly surprised to find Luke's homework neatly gathered at the corner of the desk. It didn't escape her how Luke seemed to glow with pride when she commented on it. She had to fight a smile as she dropped Luke's homework into her bag.

"Get some rest, dork. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call someone from Sunset Swerve. I'll be busy."

"It's Sunset CURVE and you know it."

"Really? I never noticed."

Luke pouted. "Tuxedo Sam says you're being very mean right now. I'm sick and I deserve care."

"Well, you can tell your stupid penguin that Skipper will beat his ass."

"You named your penguin after the penguins from Madagascar?"

"You call yours Tuxedo Sam."

"Yeah, okay, that's fair."

Julie rolled her eyes and turned to leave. "Take a nap, Moody McSleeveless."

Luke glanced at the penguin laying nearby as he heard Julie lock up the house again. "Don't look at me like that, she's mean all the time."

"I BROUGHT CAKE!"

Luke scrambled up, launching Tuxedo Sam off the bed. "Who died?"

"No one died," Julie said, picking up the penguin as she walked up to Luke's bed. "It's Friday and since you're doing a little better, I thought you could do with a small treat. Tuxedo Sam agrees."

"Give me back my penguin," Luke said, reaching both arms out to Julie.

"Did you do yesterday's homework?"

"Yes."

"Did you really eat both bowls of food yesterday?"

"Yes."

"And keep it down?"

"Yes, ma'am, now can I please have my penguin back?"

Julie passed Luke the stuffed animal. "You're adorable," she blurted, turning away immediately to hide her own stunned look. She cleared her throat as she headed to the desk to grab Luke's homework. "So, that group project? We got a ninety-five."

That distracted Luke easily enough. "What happened to the other five?!"

"We're very bad at teamwork," Julie said, glancing back at Luke over her shoulder to see him relax against the pillows.

"Ah. That . . . makes sense."

Julie nodded. "Mhm."

The silence that blanketed the room wasn't as awkward as it should have been.

"I have to go. Most of the teachers said it would be okay to get your homework on Monday, but Mr Hughes is on my tail about your chemistry paper. My dad is making cupcakes tonight for some reason and I told Willie he could have some, so I'll send extra with him to give to Alex to give to you, but enjoy that crappy store cake for now. I left proper lunch with your mom for when you feel like it."

It didn't register that the only reason Mr Hughes would be harassing Julie about Luke's homework was if Julie herself had taken responsibility for Luke. Well, it did register, but by then, Julie was long gone and the only response Luke could muster was a muffled scream into poor Tuxedo Sam.

"Oh, ew, gross. Luke, it smells like the middle school locker room in here. What were you doing?"

Luke had never looked more sheepish in his life as he pointed to the canister on his nightstand -- right next to his alarm clock. "My phone went off about an hour ago and I thought it was the alarm so I did the smart thing and slammed it down but I missed. Obviously."

Holding her nose, Julie dropped everything she was carrying on Luke's table and tore the curtains open, pushing the windows as far as they could go. She stood there for a moment, relishing in the fresh air. "I'll come back inside when I can breathe," Julie said, halfway out the window.

Luke wanted to melt into his pillows. A week later and he was only feeling slightly better. The pros of it was that Julie visited every day with something tasty and a level of snark that only amused him. The cons of it was that Julie visited every day and left him flustered and red in the face.

He firmly believed that Julie only came by every day because she had homework to drop off, but today was Saturday. There was no more homework to drop off.

And she could have just backtracked right out the door again but instead, she headed for the windows on the other side of his room. Why?

Because she's taking care of you, dork.

Luke couldn't help but think that the logical voice in his head sounded suspiciously like Julie.

"Hey, my parents have some stupid couple's yoga thing on Saturdays. Did you break in?"

Julie pulled the windows halfway closed and stepped back into the room. "No, I still have your keys. Your dad tried to give me the spare key to the front door but your mom said it'll be fine if I kept yours until you're back on your feet."

"Wow. She really trusts you, huh?"

Julie shrugged. "I'm a very trustworthy person."

"No, you're not. I saw you lose a pen that you stuck behind your ear and then you proceeded to lose three more by tucking them behind your other ear and in your pockets. You then tried to steal mine."

"I was fourteen," Julie said defensively.

"It happened last week!"

"I felt fourteen."

Luke gave Julie a deadpan look.

"Cute pyjamas."

"I know, right? Bobby got us matching ones when we were like fifteen for band bonding. I mean, I grew out of the pants but the shirt still fits."

Julie scoffed as she stared at the dark haired cartoon smiling at her from the pink shirt. "Looks really good on you, Skip."

"Hey, I like being Skipper. She's Barbie's most intelligent sister."

"Oh, yeah?" Luke didn't even notice that Julie had made herself comfortable at the foot of his bed. "And if you're Skipper, who are the others?"

"Bobby is Chelsea, 'cause he's the youngest of us, Alex is Barbie, 'cause his summer jobs have been everywhere, and Reg is Stacie, 'cause she's Bobby's favourite and Bobby's favourite bandmate is Reg."

Julie's head tilted slightly. "You sound drunk."

"The bottle said one teaspoon of cough syrup but I didn't read and I took two tablespoons. It's okay, though. Mom panicked and called the doctor and he says the cough syrup he gave me is for kids and I'm just really, really, really intolerant. Which you should remember for me because I plan to be super famous with the band and there are gonna be a lot of after parties and I don't wanna get drunk five minutes in. I think the cough syrup is kicking in."

"Luke Patterson, you are unbelievable."

"I know, right?" He attempted a winning smile, but it came off as plain childlike.

Julie chastised herself for finding him adorable. They were mortal enemies and she had to remember that. Then what are you doing in his room on a Saturday, after explicitly telling the rest of his band to stay away?

Julie found it unnerving how much the voice in her head sounded like a teasing Luke.

"You're like, really annoying."

Julie frowned. "I -- I'm sorry?"

"You should be." Luke was sitting cross-legged now, fiddling with the ears of a stuffed bunny. "It's really messing with my head."

Julie decided she liked tipsy Luke -- even if it was just cough syrup. "How so?"

"No, it's nothing."

"You can tell me, Luke. I promised not to tell anyone about your stuffed animals and I kept it, right?"

"Yeah, but this time the secret about you. You're not allowed to know."

Curiosity more than anything made Julie lean forward slightly. "It'll be our secret."

"Okay, but you have to promise not to talk about it."

Julie nodded quickly. Luke tugged at the bunny's ears for a moment.

"You're like . . . really pretty."

Julie couldn't help the soft laugh that bubbled out of her. Adorable, she thought.

"Like, a lot of pretty. You're pretty on the inside, too."

"On the inside?"

"Yeah. On the inside. You know, your heart."

"M-my heart?"

Luke nodded at his stuffed rabbit. "Yeah. You have a really pretty heart. It beats like a drum. Making music. Like you."

Julie's mouth hung open, surprise silencing her.

"You have the prettiest music in you. I can hear it like -- like a song that gets stuck in my head all day. It's really annoying but it's so pretty. It smells like flowers and it looks like butterflies."

At this point, Julie didn't think she'd be able to speak, even if she knew what to say. Luke was talking to the stuffed animal, frowning as he struggled to voice his thoughts understandably.

"Sometimes it's just so loud and I wanna cover my ears and run away but it just gets louder and louder and then you come over and you're saying something mean but the music is there and it's not so loud anymore but I still can't hear anything else. Your heart sounds like a ballad."

Julie was frozen to her seat at the edge of the bed. Part of her wondered if it was Luke talking or the fever. Part of her desperately hoped it was Luke.

"Julie, you are music."

It was a simple sentence. Anyone could have said it. It could mean a lot or it could mean nothing at all. If anyone else had said it to her, she would have taken it as the highest form of a compliment. But that wasn't what Luke was saying.

Everyone knew that Luke spoke best through lyrics and chords. His books and desks were covered in etched notes and scribbled words. Luke lived and breathed music. It was everything to him. Without it, Luke didn't know who he was.

And he compared it to Julie.

Julie stared at the text on her phone. She bit her lower lip, unsure of what to say in response.

Mom said you visited yesterday. I was dazed for most of it. I didn't say anything stupid or incriminating, right? Not that anything could be more incriminating than the three stuffed animals on my bed.

Ten minutes after that, another had come through. Jules, are you ignoring me? Did I do something?

Then another five minutes later. This is still Julie Molina's number, right?

Julie quickly typed out something before she chickened out again and tossed her phone to the foot of her bed once it was sent.

Hey. Got busy in the kitchen with dad. No, you're good. See you at school tomorrow?

Julie scrambled for her phone to send one last word.

A few streets away, Luke stared at the word 'dork'. He was sure he had said something. He vaguely remembered yapping on about music to Julie -- duh, what else did they share? -- and then suddenly, she wasn't there anymore. He wondered if he'd fallen asleep talking and Julie had left then or if he really had said something to make her leave.

Yeah, he wrote back, see you at school.

Luke cornered Julie as soon as he caught sight of her in the school hallway. "You've been ignoring me and I don't like that."

Julie squeaked. "I most definitely am not ignoring you."

"Julie, you're pretty much the only person in this school that doesn't keep their phone on mute or vibrate. I know you heard my texts yesterday."

"So what if I am?" Julie asked, folding her arms. "We're not friends, so why should you care if I reply to your texts or not? In fact, why were you even messaging me in the first place?"

While Luke fumbled for a response, Julie slipped past him and continued on her way to class.

"Oh, that is just rude!" Luke yelled after Julie.

She ignored him all through any classes they shared and when lunch rolled around, she made sure to sit with Carrie and Flynn at a small table. Luke had never looked more offended in his life as he joined Reggie in sitting with Alex and Willie.

"What did you do on Saturday?" Alex asked, leaning forward to whisper. "Julie was fine when she told us we don't need to come by at all."

"Julie told you not to come over?" Luke asked, ripping his gaze from Julie to Alex and then Reggie, who shook his head.

"Bro, she actually called Alex and told him that we don't need to come see you because she was going to."

"Yeah, I remember her being there but I was drugged up on cough syrup."

"Weak," Alex whispered loudly, grinning when he made Willie laugh.

"Maybe you said something?" Willie suggested.

"Yeah, probably! But she's not talking to me. She's not even insulting me, which I would very much prefer over this apathy."

"You know where she lives," Reggie said dismissively. "Maybe you should pay her a visit."

Luke glanced across the cafeteria to see Julie quickly whip her head down to stare at her fold. "Yeah. Maybe."

Julie was tired and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. Her plans were thrown way off the rails when she walked into her room and found Luke petering around the shelves beside her bed.

"What are you doing here?"

Luke drew his hand back sharply. "Cute box. What's in it?"

"None of your business," Julie snapped, hurriedly closing her bedroom door. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you but you were ignoring me and--"

"You could've just yelled at me from outside," Julie hissed. "I would have come down to shut you up! You can't be in here. Get out of my room."

"No. Not until you tell me why you've been avoiding me since Saturday. Jules, what--"

"Fine! Go and wait for me in the garage. I'll come talk to you in there."

Luke hesitated, unsure if Julie was serious.

When she heard footsteps getting closer, Julie grabbed Luke by the neckline of his shirt and dragged him to the window. "Get out," she whispered hurriedly, "I'll come down to the garage, I promise."

Thankfully, by the time her father arrived, Luke was gone.

"Who were you talking to, mija?"

"Luke," Julie said with a smile. She pointed at the phone. "He liked the cupcakes I sent with Willie."

"Oh, that's great. You didn't take something yesterday and today? Is he feeling better?"

"Much," Julie said, nodding, "in fact, we have some talking to do, so I'm gonna meet him in the garage in a few minutes."

"So late?"

Julie absolutely could not lie to her dad. But she could do half truths. "It's a long overdue discussion."

"School work?"

Julie shrugged. "Music."

"Ah. The garage makes sense. Well, do you wanna take some food down? Midnight snack?"

"Thanks, dad," Julie said with a smile, "you're the best."

"Oh, your dad is the best!" Luke cried as soon as he saw Julie walk in with a plate of cookies.

"These are experimental, too. They're some kind of oatmeal and choc mint blend. They taste good, in my opinion."

"Everything your dad makes tastes good," Luke said, grabbing three cookies. "My mom's starting to get jealous of how much I love your dad's cooking."

Juli smiled and set the plate down on the coffee table. Was there any point beating around the bush? Sugarcoating things?

"You told me I was music."

Luke paused, one and a half cookies gone. "What?"

Julie kept her gaze trained on the tassels of the carpet. "You told me I'm annoying . . . because I'm pretty. Because I have a pretty heart. You said it beats like a drum and I have the prettiest music in me that gets stuck in your head. It --"

"Smells like spring and looks like butterflies. . ." Luke looked positively mortified.

Julie, refusing to look up, did not notice. "You said . . . you said my heart sounds like a ballad and then -- and then you told me I am music."

Had he really said all that aloud? Well, no wonder Julie was avoiding him like the plague.

Julie tensed up when she could see Luke's feet step in front of her. Almost every part of her screamed that this was wrong. They shouldn't be so close without bickering and fighting. But deeper within, beyond the confines of logic and sense, Luke's voice told her that this was the furthest thing from wrong.

"I said all that? Aloud?"

Julie nodded.

"You know what music is to me."

Julie nodded again.

"Jules," Luke said gently. "Julie, look at me."

Julie refused to, so Luke gingerly tucked his finger under her chin and lifted her head, waiting until her gaze fell on him before speaking.

"You know what music is to me," he said again, prompting another nod from Julie. "Then you know what you mean to me."

Julie blinked a few times and shook her head. "No. No, that's just the fever talking. You -- you didn't really mean all of that."

"If you really believe that, why are you avoiding me?"

"I . . . I don't know."

Luke dropped his hand to take hold of Julie's. He glanced at her, waiting for her to pull away. When she didn't, he interlocked his fingers with hers. "I meant every word. Okay, maybe not literally, but you know what I mean."

Julie shook her head. "We're not even friends, Luke."

"Hm, well, who said I wanted to be your friend?"

Julie wanted to hate Luke. She wanted to loathe the sight of him. She didn't want to like him, let alone love him.

And yet, she did.

So before the overthinker in her could stop her, Julie leaned up on tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. Luke beamed at her like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Not the response I was expecting, but definitely one I'm enjoying."

"Don't make me regret it."

"Yes, ma'am. Now, what are my chances of getting two more? And one for the road? Within the next five seconds becaus my mom doesn't know I snuck out and she think I'm still sick."

"Dork," Julie said fondly, shaking her head.

"I'm serious!"

"You can have two."

"Three."

"Two."

"Four."

"One."

"Two will do," Luke said, letting go of Julie's hands to wrap his arms around her. He gave her a small squeeze. "Plus a hug."

"Dork," Julie said again. But he was her dork and he was her favourite.

Before anyone comes for me about the cough syrup thing, I'm drawing from experience. I mean I never confessed my undying love for anyone but I did blurt out some weird shit. Also, THAT WAS LONG AND IF YOU SURVIVED THE ENTIRE THING, CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU

Mara's masterlist

[katierosefun]

well, even though literally no one asked, am i going to do a whole analysis on how the red album is also lowkey about tcw? sure. sh, let me indulge 12/13 year old me.

state of grace:

our wonderful opening track. the lyrics “just twin fire signs / four blue eyes”—from this line alone, i think a lot about anakin and ahsoka and obi-wan, just because what color are their eyes? blue. check and mate.

but on a more serious level: “and i never saw you coming / and i’ll never be the same” speaks to how each of these characters’ lives were interrupted by the presence of the other. obi-wan certainly didn’t expect anakin to come into his life, and i doubted anakin ever expected ahsoka to come into his life.

“love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right” and “these are the hands of fate / you’re my Achilles heel” speaks to how this whole theme of love and how both raw and burning and ruthless love can shine in this specific universe. specifically anakin’s kind of love. additionally, the idea of Achilles heel...i’ve already discussed the parallels between Achilles and anakin and don’t feel like rehashing, but it’s def. worth noting.

“this is the golden age of something good and right and real”...golden age. the war was messy and terrible and shouldn’t have ever happened, but also, i think for that brief moment, disaster lineage was at least together.

red

look me in the eye and lie to me about how this song doesn’t sum up the exhilarating rush that must have been being around someone like anakin skywalker.

“losing him was blue like i’ve ever known / missing him was dark grey all alone / forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met / but loving him was red”: this entire refrain is about that kind of ruthless, very fiery-seeing-red-everywhere kind of sensation that comes with love. (or, as the song alludes, a kind of dangerous love.)

and if we’re talking about dangerous kind of love—“fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer / regretting him was like wishing you never found out love could be that strong”...thinking thoughts about how there must have been all these times for the people around anakin to clash heads. bro. what even is that.

“remembering him comes in flashbacks, in echoes / told myself it’s time now, gotta let go”. ha ha. you ever think about the people who live after order 66 and wonder what the hell happened to the person they loved. ha.

treacherous

alright, time to put on the anidala hat. this song is supposed to be all about loving someone and constantly feeling like you’re sliding down a slippery slope. a treacherous path—a reckless path—and yet, and yet, “i like it”.

the whole concept of these two being put in a whirlwind romance matches perfectly with these lyrics: “i can’t decide if it’s a choice / getting swept away / i hear the sound of my own voice / asking you to stay”. this mess of a relationship that probably shouldn’t have happened, but it happened, and now the only choice for these two is to hold on...bro.

i knew you were trouble.

ohhhh god, do i need to explain how this is an anidala song or—

“i was in your sights / you got me alone / you found me”,,,the fact that anakin skywalker really looked at padmé amidala after ten years and automatically went “i love her”. a part of me will always sigh and want to pat anakin’s head that please, please, please control yourself, but what am i supposed to do anyways—

but also, the way this song also addresses all the dangerous things that come with a love that probably shouldn’t have started / shouldn’t have been born with so many secrets. the damning / basically self-loathing lyrics like “the joke is on me” and “shame on me now” is honestly kind of sad, and while i don’t think padmé ever regretted loving anakin (and i’ve covered this so many times, but i think anakin and padmé genuinely loved each other), there was def. a sense of constant danger and fear that one day, all the secrets will come tumbling out / something’s going to happen. and all that ultimately bubbles over in revenge of the sith, right when padmé looks at anakin and just doesn’t see him anymore.

all too well

tbh, this song deserves a whole long post on its own, but i’ll try to be concise. i genuinely think this could be about any of the tcw characters / tcw pairings, but because it’s my post and my obsession, i’ll discuss the disaster lineage. there’s something so quietly sad about the line “but you still got [my scarf] in your drawer, even now” and how that speaks to how obi-wan has anakin’s lightsaber / how anakin has ahsoka’s lightsaber both as himself and as ahsoka after ahsoka left the order / after order 66. the fact that you still have a piece of someone you love(d), long after they’re gone...

the fact that this song is so full of memories and longing and aching and grief over a loved relationship. thinking about the lyrics “you tell me about your past, thinking your future was me” is especially sad because while i don’t think anakin was ever completely open about his childhood / past, i like to think he must have told some stories to obi-wan and padmé and ahsoka about happier moments—and you have to wonder what kind of future anakin saw for himself with his loved ones.

“maybe this thing was a masterpiece until you tore it all up” speaks to how for a rare, rare moment, we see anakin skywalker as the hero we’re all supposed to like—and we see how it all crumbles apart so fast.

“but you keep my old scarf from that very first week / because it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me” hits especially hard when you think about how vader still has ahsoka’s lightsabers, or the fact that everything goes “back to when i loved you so / back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known”...thinking. a lot about anakin and how the love he felt / received from his friends were real, realer than anything that palpacreep could ever give him. it was all real, and now they’re all memories.

22

okay, this is just a fun song so i can’t really apply it anywhere, but i like to think there must have been a birthday somewhere along the line / some kind of happy event where there’s some chaotic tcw fam shenanigans. ditching the whole scene and “end[ing] up dreaming instead of sleeping”...i like to think they must have had some kind of happy moment like that.

i almost do

this song honestly reminds me the most of anakin and ahsoka. do you ever think that ahsoka might have wanted to reach out to anakin at some point? how “it takes everything in me not to call you”—how she might wish that she could talk to him again but every time she doesn’t, she almost does. (and ha. this makes their S7 reunion even more painful.)

the whole “i bet you think i either moved on or hate you” and “i bet it never ever occurred to you that i can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye” speaks mostly to that very same reunion. the fact that ahsoka and anakin leave so many things unsaid—the fact that ahsoka restrains herself, cites that reason for the fact that they’ll just catch up another time...when that another time never happens.

we are never ever getting back together

hahaa, i can’t quite laugh about this but also i can because i kinda made a crack edit of disaster lineage + this song over the summer, and it really is just a joke but also...lol vader + ahsoka + obi-wan, but more specifically ahsoka and vader in their reunion in rebels lol. they’re never getting back together, geddit? they “used to think [they] were forever” and “[sigh] he calls me up again and is like i still love you and like,,,this is exhausting, you know?” yeah, me too sis. 🙄

stay stay stay

okay, okay, okay, maybe going a little bit into crack-y happy tcw feelings, but all i’m saying is that i love the image of these dorks staying for each other, you know? the whole “you took the time to memorize me” and “all those times that you didn’t leave / it’s been occurring to me i’d like to hang out with you for my whole life” and “no one else is gonna love me when i get mad” makes me kinda soft but also sad knowing that one of the tragedies of tcw fam is that no one really stays.

the last time

highkey the whole clovis arc in season 6. but anyways, especially the lines about “this is the last time i’m asking you this / put my name at the top of your list” speaks a lot to me about this hunger (yeah, this is @ anakin) to be someone’s first choice. it’s about the anger and jealousy and dull pain of knowing that everyone else’s priorities are elsewhere (and that’s not their fault, but you still feel like it is).

but if we’re thinking about the clovis arc especially, i think a whole lot about anakin + padmé, as well as anakin and obi-wan, esp. in these lyrics: “you wear your best apology / but i was there to watch you leave” and “all those times i let you in / just for you to go again”. we know anakin and padmé were...going through it in this arc, but specially anakin and obi-wan’s conversation—the one where obi-wan’s trying to reach anakin? we see obi-wan briefly open up (ie. about satine!) and anakin quickly shuts it down, and when obi-wan leaves, we see the pain on both of their faces because this wasn’t how the conversation was supposed to go.

but also, if we’re circling back to anakin and padmé’s relationship in this arc especially: the really, really painful lyrics about “this is the last time you tell me i’ve got it wrong” and “this is the last time i say it’s been you all along” and “this is the last time i let you in my door” and “this is the last time / i won’t hurt you anymore”...this arc truly explores just how deep the hurt can run when you have a secret relationship. how quickly love can blur into possession and jealousy and anger, and we see that in how anakin and padmé just...both crumble apart, especially in that one bit when padmé basically says she doesn’t want to see anakin for a little while. like. idk. it’s just sad, because this arc really showed just all the issues and problems within a relationship built on lies.

holy ground

oh god, what a fun song. but anyways, just to kick things off: “and darling, it was good / never looking down / and right there where we stood / was holy ground” speaks to a relationship that was good, even if it was wild and brief. which. disaster lineage.

the whole “i guess we fall apart in the usual way / and the story’s got dust on every page” and “i see your face in every crowd” vibe too—these idiots miss each other, and they probably see each other where they’re not supposed to. there was nothing unusual about their falling apart, of course, but something about this song compels me to think about how even in the grief and pain that ultimately drags ahsoka and obi-wan down especially, i think they still are fond of their happier memories with anakin.

also, “tonight i’m gonna dance for all we’ve been through” and “but i don’t wanna dance if i’m not dancing you” makes me a little sad because i think a lot about the fall of the empire and how the whole galaxy is out celebrating, but there’s a certain togruta woman who can’t completely celebrate because now she knows that. her whole family. really is gone.

sad beautiful tragic

this whole song is so tragic, but. anyways. more tragic disaster lineage vibes. the words “words, how little they mean / when you’re a little too late” makes me want to scream because i think a lot about how in rebels, ahsoka tells vader that she won’t leave him—not this time—and obi-wan crying that he loved anakin—the real tragedy here is that these were all words that anakin should have known deep down, but he didn’t, and they all felt late. their timing is terrible.

and “in dreams, i meet you in warm conversation” screams to me this one passage about how obi-wan dreams about anakin, although those dreams are anything but warm. but the idea of how obi-wan still dreams and how “time is taking its sweet time erasing you”—because in the kenobi novel especially, obi-wan explicitly struggles...a lot with anakin’s loss. he definitely gets...sad and tries to remember how the hell it all happened. he keeps pulling out anakin’s lightsaber and just. forcibly puts it away because he knows looking at it would cause just more grief and oh yikes.

the lucky one

ngl i forgot how fuckign good this song is,,,bro. anyways, i think this def. speaks to the og prequel trilogy trio especially, because i think they were all seriously going through with the whole...reputation thing. thinking mostly about how anakin, padmé, and obi-wan are all supposed to be these heroic / cool / beautiful figures who everyone’s supposed to look up to when in reality, they were all struggling with something. also lol the fact that obi-wan and anakin were both propped up as war propaganda figures in-universe because of palpacreep def. speaks to that whole “they’ll tell you now you’re the lucky one”.

and “they tell you that you’re lucky / but you’re so confused because you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used” and “you wonder if you’ll make it out alive” hurts the most, i think, just because how they apply to all those in prequel trilogy. anakin, obi-wan, and padmé—not to mention all the other jedi and the clones, oh god, the clones—were all fighting a war that ultimately didn’t matter, and they were all fighting a war that didn’t leave them as heroes. it just left them as pawns.

but i think if there’s any hope—any hope at all in this song, i think it’s in the last lyrics: “and they still tell the legend of how you disappeared / how you took the money and your dignity and got the hell out” reminds me the most of probably ahsoka and rex, or the people who survived the mess that was the clone wars. granted, rex didn’t exactly have the choice that ahsoka had, because she was the one who really made the big decision to look around herself and say “nope, i can’t be a part of this order”. she got the hell out.

everything has changed

hear me out, but i just think this makes for a cute anakin and ahsoka song, esp. their very cute beginnings. just like. as soon as they meet each other, both of them are ultimately changed. the fact that ahsoka has been noted to be the key to understanding who anakin is—the fact that it’s ahsoka’s relationship / interactions with anakin that ultimately makes him a better person because they’re siblings, your honor—yeah. very much the cute “all i know is we said hello”...the lyrics going on about “i just wanna know you better” and “your eyes look like coming home” makes me soft because. i think that while yes, they had their own rocky beginning, the difference between anakin and ahsoka’s relationship vs. anakin and obi-wan’s (rip i love anakin and obi-wan and i genuinely believe that obi-wan was the best teacher for anakin, and i think their bond is incredibly special, but.......boys please communicate better) is that i think anakin makes a really explicit effort to make sure ahsoka knows that like. he wants her around.

idk—i’m not saying obi-wan didn’t want anakin around! but i think one of the greatest tragedies of their relationship is that anakin always seemed to just. not click with obi-wan’s own demonstrations of love / i want you to be here messages. (the gambit duology goes a little more into this—only in those books, anakin and obi-wan actually talk a little about their feelings! which is nice!) but anyways, point being: anakin and ahsoka really looked at each other and were like “oh yeah. you’re my idiot now.” and i think that’s really cool of them.

starlight

oh god, this is kind of an anidala song but i also am tempted to say obitine song just because of that one line about “pretending to be a duchess and a prince” because,,,lol duchess geddit? and overall just think it’s really cute because. summer love!!!

but also, i do see this as an anidala song because “he was trying to skip rocks on the ocean, saying to me / don’t you dream impossible things?” because i see anakin as most certainly that dreamy-eyed boy who looks at padmé and is just. like that. (and we see a whole ton of that, esp. in aotc and how padmé initially is like “this is a terrible idea” and eventually winds up falling in love anyways, as one does.)

begin again

this song is odd because it doesn’t really give me overwhelming star wars feelings, but it does remind me a little bit of how ahsoka must have felt getting with the rebels crew. because i think ahsoka must have “watched it begin again” when she noted kanan and ezra’s interactions with each other, and i feel like when she’s with ezra, she sees a lot of the young padawan she used to be, and i think there must have been a point where she recognizes that “what’s past is past”. she’s watching everything begin again.

the moment i knew

this is another one of those songs that makes me sad about anidala because it seems like they’re always getting interrupted? the idea of being told that someone’s going to show but it might not happen because life (ie. war! there’s a war!),,,and still not being able to be really that sad about it in public makes me sad. just. i’m reminded of this one moment in tcw where anakin has to leave early because of something and just. the lyrics “what do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show”—like, of course, we see anakin sneaking off, but i def. think in that one tcw episode, we get a glimpse of. how lonely life might be if you’re just. waiting for someone to come home, only to realize that they might not show.

come back...be here

ha....hahahahaa weirdly both anakin and ahsoka and obitine feelings? give me a second.

okay, so as for anakin and ahsoka first: “i can’t help but wish you took me with you” hits hard just because of the time anakin tells ahsoka that he knows what it feels like to want to leave the order. just. oh god.

and then there’s this bit of “this is when the feeling sinks in / i don’t wanna miss you like this” hits hard, esp. considering the whole utapau arc where anakin accidentally slips in ahsoka’s name. he misses her, and i don’t think he really wanted to show that—but it sinks in so hard and fast for him, and it hurts so much oh god

also, the “right when i was just about to fall”: i know that in this context, fall is supposed to mean falling in love, but. the fact that anakin is literally about to fall like,,,a few days after his reunion with ahsoka. i cry now!

as for obitine: ahahahaha. pain, esp. considering how they probably separated after their year on the run? thinking about how that goodbye must have been like—mostly thinking about how there’s so much history between the two. how strange it is that they “didn’t know each other at all”, and how they might have had “the feeling they could know so much without knowing anything at all”, and now i think about how both of them could have “stumbled through the long goodbye”. i think a lot about those years of separation and how satine confesses how she had been in love with obi-wan for a long time—and how that in itself...wondering how or when satine knew for certain that she had fallen in love with the young jedi who came to her aid. thinking about how her “falling in love in the cruelest way” is how that whole falling in love—and realizing just how in love she was—is so cruel, because like. you know. when you’ve been in love / are loving someone for like...ten years....that’s kinda intense ngl

girl at home

lol this song doesn’t really fit with anything star wars related because i don’t think anyone in tcw would actually cheat on their loved ones? still 100000/10 a bop of a song though, and i still think it’s one of swift’s more mature songs, 10000/10 recommend.

[breadoffoxy]

Breaking Point

Summary: Jimin and Taehyung fulfill their promise of breaking your chair. Don’t worry, they’ll buy you a new one.

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Threesome, FMM, unsafe sex, chair sex, be smart and don’t break furniture via sex, oral sex, language, dirty talk, vaginal sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism, fingering, Jimin has his tattoo

Word Count: 3,086

A/N: Got a hot steamy vmin sandwich for you @bangtanloverboys​ and @tipsydipsydo​, hope it feeds yall well. It’s crazy to me that people are excited for this so I hope it meets yall’s expectations.

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"Umph." You grunt as you are unceremoniously pushed into your uncomfortable desk chair.

The desk chair was a standard cheap leather one you picked up on clearance back at a store's go back to school sale. It is meant to be a cheap college student's go to, making it perfect for your budget. It also had everything you required in a desk chair: a tall back, arm rests, and wheels.  

Jimin and Taehyung stand above you, examining your naked form. They are debating on how to destroy you and the chair in two completely different ways.  

Suddenly, Jimin snaps his fingers and exclaims. "I got it."  

Jimin turns towards Taehyung and leans into him so his chest presses into his friend’s side. Jimin’s hands come up to wrap around Tae’s waist almost lazily. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as he whispers something in Taehyung’s ear. There is a glint in his eyes that screams of dirty promises. You know it is trouble as soon as you see Tae's grin grow wolfish. You watch Taehyung move around your chair, planning to keep your eyes on him.

"You know, the bed is literally right there." You point across the room to your bed nestled in a corner, but something catches you completely off guard.  

The movement of black cloth attracts your gaze and you are met with Jimin removing his shirt. Your eyes roam his torso hungrily, the black Nevermind tattoo contrasting with his skin, and Jimin preens under your gaze.

"Like what you see, y/n?" Jimin asks with a tilt of his head. His hands move down his body, slowly and teasingly.  

Before you can see any other revealed skin, you are suddenly spun around with the chair. You yelp, gripping the arm rests as Taehyung wheels you a little forward.  

"Oh, I know I do." Taehyung purrs as you now come face to face with your floor length mirror that is leaning up against the wall.  

The person in front of you is one you barely recognize. You are a disheveled mess, practically drooling at the sight of your hot friend shirtless. Your hair is tousled and unkempt, perky chest bobbing with each breath, erect nipples protruding painfully, and a darkening stain on the chair between your legs that shows how you still desire more. You cross your legs, hoping to hide yourself, but large hands on your thighs stop you.

"No need to be shy Princess." Taehyung insists as he walks to one side of you.

Gingerly, Taehyung slips a hand under one of your knees and kneads into the soft flesh of your calf. He lifts your leg and stretches it up and over the adjacent arm rest. He walks back around to the other side of the chair and does the same thing for your other leg. You are now completely exposed, glistening core reflecting back at you from the mirror.

You try to turn your head, but Taehyung, who has walked back behind you now, uses one hand to grab your chin and direct your gaze back to the mirror. His other hand travels down your collar bone, to greedily grope at your breast. You feel arousal build up at each squeeze and pull, and at the sight of your juices leaking out of your center.

"Look at how needy you are." Taehyung's lips brush over your ears as he whispers to you. "What else do you desire, Princess?"  

The hand holding your chin leaves, and your gaze is enraptured at seeing it slide between your legs. Long fingers trace around your pussy, kindering a fluttering arousal, but avoiding where you desire most. The memory of those fingers fucking into you has your hips bucking up. In retaliation, he cups your center with his large hand, pushing you back and not allowing you to move your hips. His other hand pinches and twists at your sensitive nipple.

"Nnngh Tae..." you whine pitifully.  

"I thought you were told to use your words, hmmm?" Taehyung hums into your ear, sounding way too pleased with himself.  

"Tae please- nnnngh" It's hard for you to talk when Taehyung starts rubbing your cunt with the palm of his hand and rolling your nipple under his thumb. "I want t-to see your fingers- nnngh ahhh fuck, I want to see them fuck me."

You both groan at the feeling and the sight displayed in the mirror of three of Taehyung's fingers easily slipping into your wet pussy. They slide in and out of you at a slow pace, a squelching sound filling the air at each movement. A different need fills you once Jimin steps into view. His eyes meet yours in the mirror as he gives his girthy cock a few pumps.  

All of a sudden, Taehyung's hands leave your body and the chair is turned swiftly 90 degrees. The sudden movement disorients you, but you are quickly aware of the chiseled abs and hard dick straining in front of you.

"May I?" You ask, voice soft and quiet.

Jimin gulps at your pleading look. "Of course, Princess."

Your fingers are instantly on Jimin's muscular body, trailing up his thick thighs, tracing along his abs, and then sliding a hand over his hot, thick cock.

"Shit." Jimin grunts as you copy his pumping motions from earlier. His hands find purchase on your hips and drags your ass towards the end of the chair.  

With your vagina now in dick range, you line up Jimin's cock with your entrance, ready to plunge it into you. However, a large hand wraps around your form from behind to rest over your own to guide your movements instead. You watch as Taehyung moves your hand, thus Jimin's dick to slide teasingly up and down your folds. Jimin and you hiss from the action, and his hips stutter forward as he feels your wet heat against his cock. Jimin has enough teasing when his dick is rubbed against your clit, making you mewl.

"Fuck, Taehyung, I need to be inside y/n so bad." Jimin moans. His desperation, along with your own, sends a gush of arousal to wet his dick.

"Fuck." Taehyung mirrors.  

His hand pulls yours away from Jimin's cock to rest it upon your breast that was not occupied by his talented hand. He encourages you to follow his movements, which you quickly pick up on. He repeats the same with your other hand, you now fondling yourself hungrily. Looping his arms under yours he curves his back away from the chair. One of his legs props up behind one of the wheeled legs, ready to brace the incoming wreckage.

"You ready, y/n?" Jimin asks, now lining up his cock with your entrance once again.

"Yes, Jimin I need you so bad. I'm so fucking horny." You cry desperately.

"Don't worry, we can help with that." Jimin smiles down at you, his angelic expression contrasting the sinful scene.

"He's got quite the magical dick too, you know." Taehyung confirms.

You don't have much time to ponder about the meaning behind those words until the proclaimed magical dick thrusts into your greedy, little hole. Jimin's hips swivel into yours before he nearly slides out, before slamming into you again. The pace is quick and ruthless, and with the angle you are at you can't do too much besides take all he is giving you.

"Ohhhhh, Jimin, yes!" You howl.  

The movements of your hands become messy as your groping turns wilder. Your breasts are bouncing heavily with each thrust making them nearly jump out of your desperate grip. Head falling to the side, you suddenly remember the mirror. Your gaze shoots to it and you clench tightly around Jimin as you watch his profile fuck you. His muscles are straining and shining with sweat as he focuses on pounding into you. The look you see Taehyung giving the two of you makes the pressure in your center increase.

Looking up at Taehyung, his blown-out eyes stare into your own. His tongue traces his lips as he watches the pleasure writhe across your face.

"Mmmnngh ooooh yes, feel so good." you whine, voice high and needy.  

The chair underneath you is rocking heavily as well. Taehyung supporting your upper body with his arms and stabilizing the wheels with his foot seems to do very little for the old chair. A loud snap cuts through the sounds of Jimin's balls smacking your ass, and your lusty moans turns into a surprised yelp as you fall backwards. The arms around you tighten and keeps you from falling on your ass and hurting your back. However, it doesn't stop the bottom of the chair from rolling forward and smacking Jimin's legs hard, and the back slamming into Taehyung.

"Oomph." Taehyung is winded from the fall but is somehow able to keep a hold of you.  

With your weak legs and stretched out position, it was hard for you to move on your own. Jimin quickly rights himself from his stumble and helps you get your legs off the rolled-out bottom half of the chair. He swoops you into his arms, allowing Taehyung to finally stagger back, making the back of the chair crash to the floor.  

"You ok?" Jimin's voice is filled with concern as he looks you over worriedly.  

"Yeah, you and Tae saved me." You eye his bruise with a wince. "What about you?"

"Ah, this?" Jimin looks down at his leg, shaking it for good measure, before smiling at you reassuringly. "This is nothing." He looks over his shoulder towards his partner in crime. "Tae?"

"I'll be fine." Taehyung huff out, a hand poking at his chest experimentally with a wince.

"This was such an awful idea." You stomp over to Taehyung and lift up his shirt.

"Woah, there. If you wanted my shirt off all you had to do was ask." Taehyung winks at you.

He lifts his shirt up carefully the rest of the way before shucking it off, revealing his toned torso. He isn't as built as Jimin, but his muscles twitch appreciatively as your hands carefully ghost over his skin. He winces again as your fingers trace around the bruise blossoming on his chest.

"Shit, we should take you to the doctor." You say worriedly.

Taehyung grabs your hand in his and squeezes it reassuringly. "I'm fine y/n." He looks over your shoulder to look Jimin straight in the eye. "Honest."

Jimin clenches his jaw, huffing as he makes steps closer to you two. The worry radiates off of him in waves. "I am so sorry, this is-"

Taehyung lifts a finger to Jimin's lips, silencing him. "Seriously, I'm fine you don't - owwww stop that." Taehyung squeaks as Jimin prods harshly at the bruise.

"Do not shush me." Jimin grunts, smacking Taehyung's hand away from his face, his worry making him angry. He continues to prod at Taehyung's chest and gauges Taehyung's reactions.

"You're right, it just feels like a bruise." Jimin sighs with relief. "I'm getting you some fucking ice though."  

Sighing, Taehyung sits on the broken chair as Jimin storms off to grab some ice. The concern in your eyes makes him frown. "Aww, come on y/n. How many times do I need to say it?" He whines, motioning you over.  

You follow his command and find yourself kneeling in front of him.  

"I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you." He grumbles. His fingers trailing a path down the curve of your breast.

"And you have." You respond reassuringly.  

Your hands trail up his thighs to give a gentle squeeze, and that is when you notice the boner hiding in his pants. He simply shrugs at the raised eyebrow you give him.  

"Maybe I can return the favor?" You question with a tilt of your head.  

Taehyung swallows heavily and nods. This only makes you shake your head.

"I thought we were supposed to use our words TaeTae?" You repeat salaciously.

"That's right Princess." Taehyung's eyes turn dark at your challenge. "I want you to suck on my cock. Make me cum in your mouth just as I made you cum in mine." He smirks at the sight of you rubbing your wet thighs together. "Think you can do that for me y/n?"

You nearly growl as you pull at his pants. He laughs as he stands up to help you rip them off of him. Free of any clothes now he sits back down on the broken chair and plants his feet firmly on the ground so it doesn't wheel around.  

Scooting between his legs, you place your hands on his thighs to spread them out a little more. You stare at his dick completely mesmerized. It was a nice cock, beautifully long and fat.

You lick your lips in anticipation. Excitement filled you but also a tiny bit of worry. You weren't sure if you could get that monster all the way down your tight throat. Hell, it would probably even rip your pussy apart.

As if sensing your hesitation, large hands come to run through your tresses, to grip the back of your head reassuringly. “Don’t worry y/n.” Taehyung’s hands pull your face closer to his cock. “Just open up, and I’ll guide you through it.”

A whine escapes you as you do what he says. You stick your tongue out, ready to take him whole.

“Fuck, you are so good for me princess.” Taehyung hums, slowly sliding his cock on your tongue and into your wanting mouth. He uses the grip he has on your head to slowly bob you up and down his length.  

The tip of his dick hits the back of your throat, making you gag around his thick cock. With him busy guiding your head, you move a hand in-between your legs. You never did come earlier, and your pussy is still clenching with want.

A growl escapes Taehyung as you look up at him with wide, teary eyes. The site of your mouth choking on his dick, and your hand rubbing vigorously at your clit has Taehyung increasing the pace. Drool escapes your stuffed mouth along with your hungry moans. Your sounds mix in beautifully with the deep grunts escaping Taehyung’s parted mouth.

“Well, you two waste no time.” Jimin huffs, stepping up behind Taehyung. Taehyung and you were so occupied, you didn’t even notice when he entered the room. Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung’s chest and holds the towel wrapped ice pack to the bruised skin.

“Ahh, her mouth is so good, Jimin.” Taehyung moans, his hands tightening around your head.

Putting one of his hands on Taehyung’s chin, Jimin leans over Taehyung and tilts his friend’s head up to kiss him on the mouth, slowly and passionately. Tugging at his upper lip in the upside-down kiss, Jimin pulls away to ask, “How’s my mouth, hmm?”

“Mmngh, love it.” Taehyung moans against Jimin’s lips. He gives him a quick peck before adding, “but y/n’s is on my cock- nnnng.” He trails off with a moan as you suck, hallowing out your cheeks. “So I may just- ahhhh fuck, maybe a little biased right now.”

Jimin looks down at Taehyung’s cock thrusting into you and hums appreciatevely. “And you’re doing such a good job stuffing her. I guess I need to finish off the job I started too.” He finishes with a short kiss.  

Taehyung holds a hand to the icepack on his chest, allowing Jimin to trail away and out of your line of vision. You whine in appreciation as you feel something hard and familiar slide against your cunt. Your core clenches, trying to take him in once again. It doesn’t take long until your wish is granted when Jimin’s cock spears into you. The vibrations from your wanton moans send vibrations along Taehyung’s cock, making him quiver inside of you.

Blearily through teary eyes, you see from the corner of your vision the reflection from the mirror. The sight of you spit roasted between your two best friends has you gushing and clenching around Jimin, who is kneeled behind you. Your hips thrust back into his, the site and rhythm bringing close to your edge.

The mewls coming from you are loud and unending despite Taehyung’s cock as you feel the pressure building up inside your core once again. Being left hanging earlier makes feel the oncoming of your orgasm so much quicker. You’ve never felt this good, this full, or this hungry for cock ever before. It only takes a few more snaps from Jimin’s powerful hips and you are screaming around Taehyung’s cock and creaming Jimin’s.

Your orgasm causes a chain reaction. The tightening of your pussy around his cock and the gushing, hot release coating him makes Jimin moan as he shoots his own release into you. The sight of both Jimin’s and your’s quivering, orgasmic bodies sends Taehyung over the edge as well. He fulfills his promise from earlier and comes into your mouth. His hot seed trails down your throat and you dutifully milk him dry and swallow like the good girl you are.

With a pop, you slide your mouth off Taehyung’s dick, a string of saliva stretched thing between you two. When Jimin pulls out of you, you collapse on the ground with a moan, and your tattooed friend nearly falls on top of you. You snuggle into his open arms with a satisfied smile on your lips. A warm body lies behind you, and Taehyung wraps his arms around the two of you, effectively putting you in a very cuddly, sexy sandwich on the ground.

“You two-“ You start, until Jimin interrupts you with quick kisses, “better- buy me- mmmh Jimin- a nice chair.”

“We’ll take care of it.” Jimin mumbles against your lips.

You feel a needy hand snake up your body to lovingly fondle your sensitive breasts.

“Hey, y/n, do you think it’s time for a new bed too?” Taehyung asks before tugging on your lobe playfully with his teeth.

“Taehyung, no.” You try to say firmly but the thoughts of them fucking you into your bed until it breaks has your thighs rubbing together again. Giggling, you slap his arm playfully.

The three of you stay on the ground for a while, basking in the post orgasmic glow. Eventually you all get up to stretch your limbs and clean up. They treat you like a princess during the process, making your heart wonder what comes next.

[tickle-bugs]

Rumor Has It

Summary: In the process of rediscovering her powers, Allison gets a tad carried away. Thankfully, her siblings are there to keep her in check.

Okay this is so self-indulgent but I’ve been wanting to write a fic about Allison’s powers for forever and I never got around to it. Don’t think too hard about the timeline on this one, I was going to end it with the dinner and then I realized I didn’t want to. Also, Lila is here because I love her. 

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 AHEAD!!

Allison could confidently say she was the most patient of the Hargreeves siblings. With the boys, there was no contest—they were all volatile loose cannons with something to prove—and even Ben had fallen prey to the excess testosterone. Years of following Klaus around had brought back out Ben’s snarky side, which he had all-but-smothered in his younger years. A wise person would argue Vanya was patient, and their argument would have merit, but Vanya wasn’t so much patient as she was used to being forcibly subdued. She was kind and sweet, but she would never wait for anything again. She simply acted now. Allison could appreciate the sentiment, but that wasn’t how she operated—no matter how badly she wanted to. 

She was always the moderator—the only one who could reign in six other unruly supers without losing a limb. So, when Reginald invited the seven of them to dinner, she had to call upon every ounce of her patience to keep from strangling one or all of them. 

“I still say we kill him.” Diego stabbed a mango in the fruit bowl and pulled it towards himself. He started carefully peeling the skin, leaving the shavings in a little pile next to his plate. 

“That solves nothing.” Allison sighed.

“It saves the president. I’d call that solving something.” Diego didn’t look up at her, but the aggressive way he sliced a huge chunk of skin off of the mango almost felt personal. 

“I agree with Diego. I think it’d be fun.” Lila pulled Diego’s arm towards her so she could take a bite of the mango. He glared at her and she tweaked his nose, taking another large bite just to piss him off. 

“See?” Diego gestured at Lila.

“No one is killing Dad. Let’s hear what he has to say, then we can figure out a plan.” Allison folded her hands on the table, relieved when everyone else seemed to be in agreement.  Klaus handed her a tiki cup and she took a grateful sip. It’d been a while since she’d had a good piña colada.

“Why? This whole thing could be over so quickly!” 

“Yes, it could, but it won’t be.” She gave him one of her patented fake smiles, taking a pointed sip of her colada. 

“Why? Because you’re in charge? Because you’ve got this under control?” Diego scoffed. He offered Lila a piece of his mango before she could steal another bite. 

“Oh boy, here we go.” Luther muttered.

“Do you want a drink? No? Well, I do. I’m gonna go get a drink.” Klaus stood and stumbled over to the bar, taking his second margarita of the night with him. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” She crossed her arms.

“What authority do you really have, Allison?”

“I would say her powers are a pretty good authority. Plus, Allison’s a good leader.” Vanya piped up, smiling softly at her. Allison gave her hand a quick squeeze.

“Team Zero has no leaders. That’s the whole point.” 

“Kinda hard to be Team Zero when you still want to be number one.” Five took an apple from the fruit bowl and took an innocent bite. Diego pushed his chair out, knife in hand, twirling it between his fingers.

“Diego, sit down! Now.” Allison didn’t stand. She wouldn’t sink to his level. Or, rise, rather.

“Make me.” Diego fixed Allison with a withering stare, but it paled in comparison to the one she gave him. In fact, she relished in the way he shivered when he met her eyes. Good. He should remember his place.

“Diego-” Luther tried, but one glare shut him down.

“Shut up. Allison, you want me to sit and behave? Make me.”

“Come on. Don’t do this,” Vanya whispered, trying to grab Diego’s knife hand. He simply flicked the knife behind his back and into his other hand. For a moment, it looked like Vanya’s pleading eyes would work, but Five chuckled and sealed the deal.

“Dinner and a show! Predictable as always.” Five folded his hands beneath his chin and stole a generous sip of Vanya’s cocktail.

“Shut up, twerp!” Diego pointed at him with the knife.

“Or else what? You’ll stab me?” Five was grinning now, goading Diego on purpose. 

“Five!” Allison growled, and he rolled his eyes, falling quiet. At least he knew not to test her.

“Keep talking. Let’s find out.” Diego flipped the knife once, then twice, and each time it stayed in the air just a little too long. 

“I’ve got ten bucks on Diego,” Lila said, kicking her feet up on the table. She took the liberty of finishing his mango for him, peeling away little bits of skin with her messy nails.

“Guys, stop it!” Vanya latched onto Diego’s arm, trying to force him down into his seat. He pulled away and she ended up jabbing his side. He flinched and glared at her, but did not budge. Allison’s lips quirked into a momentary smile.

“Allison,” Vanya said quietly, gesturing at the brewing fight. Allison rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. 

“Okay! Just remember you asked for this!” Allison smirked, and the room suddenly felt a bit colder. She could feel everyone’s attention on her, but she had Diego’s eyes, and that was all she needed.

“I heard a rumor that you started tickling yourself.” Allison’s voice echoed through the room, the sound waves capturing her brother. Just before his eyes turned white, she could see the look of minute panic, that look of ‘oh shit’ that he always made before being put in his place. Allison smiled, curled her tongue against her teeth, and dropped the winning blow.

“Coochie coo, Diego.” She couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out on the end of her sentence. Diego’s hands raised towards his body as if they didn’t belong to him, fingers wiggling in that way that had always ruined him as a kid—slow, methodical, and teasing. Both hands dug into his sides, just below his ribs, and he yelped, quickly consumed by his own high-pitched laughter. The sight was strange—90% of Diego was squirming up a storm trying to escape himself, but his arms and hands kept him pinned exactly where Allison wanted him.

“How does that work?” Lila laughed, unable to hide her snickers when Diego squealed. She fluttered her fingers over his neck and was delighted to find that he couldn’t fight back—what with his hands being so busy, and all.

“Her power shuts off the sense of self-awareness in the brain, I think. You can’t tickle yourself normally because the laughter is a panic response. Your brain knows it’s you, so you can’t make yourself laugh, unless you’re ridiculously ticklish, or something. Allison’s power is making Diego’s brain think his hands aren’t his, even though he knows they are. It’s really interesting, actually.” Vanya beamed, unable to resist poking him in the ribs a few times. He threw his head back in his chair and somehow found it in himself to giggle louder when his rumored hands found a home underneath his arms, drawing unbearable shapes and driving him up the wall. Everyone, excluding Diego, turned to stare at Vanya.

“What? I like science.” She shrugged.

“It is...creative, I’ll say.” Five crossed his arms, then uncrossed them, as if he didn’t trust his own hands.

“Yeah, I haven’t heard him laugh like that since we were kids. He still sounds like a kettle.” Klaus chuckled.

“Shut up, Klaus!” Diego squeaked out, tossing his head side to side. He puffed his cheeks out, trying to rein in his laughter, but it only lasted until his left hand hit that spot just above his top rib that made him fully cackle.

“Aww, this is cute.” Lila ruffled his hair, knowing full well she wouldn’t have gotten away with it had Diego not been testing the range of his vocal chords. Lila shot Allison a look she couldn’t quite read—something akin to a thoughtful expression, as if she was taking a mental note—and smiled. 

“Diego? I think your legs could use some attention.” Allison watched with delight as Diego’s hands dove for his thighs. One hand started squeezing while the other wiggled up and down, and the rate at which he plummeted into desperate belly laughter was almost alarming. He twisted off of the chair and onto the floor, eyes screwed shut.

“Allison, stohop!” Diego squealed, absolutely hysterical. Jesus Christ, no one had ever been this ruthless with him before. Her powers were hitting spots he didn’t even know he had, and each fresh discovery sent him into a wave of overwhelming, giggly panic. Every time he tried to take command of his hands, something blocked him, like the wires in his brain weren’t quite connected. 

“Nope! Not until you apologize for being an asshole. And agree to be nice.” 

“I can’t—noho!” He arched his back and drummed his heels on the floor. Watching his own hands wreak havoc on his worst spot set off all kinds of butterflies in his stomach. His hands kept digging in infuriating patterns, completely overwhelming his nervous system with tickly sparks. 

“Sure you can! It’s very easy.” Allison winked at him and he growled, but it dissolved very quickly into giggles.

“You’re all a bunch of children,” Five sighed.

“Five, why don’t you join him?” Allison asked sweetly, stirring her drink with the straw. Five’s look of confusion melted into a brief flicker of white eyes, and soon his cackles mingled with Diego’s rich laughter. He hit the floor much quicker than his brother, but that might’ve had something to do with his borrowed hands flying straight for his knees. Five squealed and kicked his legs, rolling around on the ground as he tried and failed to escape.

Watching Five and Diego writhe, so tangled in their laughter that they couldn’t threaten her if they wanted to, her heart skipped a few beats. Sure, the power was going to her head a bit, but it’s not like her brothers didn’t have it coming.  She was doing a public service. Speaking of public service, Diego was starting to turn an interesting color.

“If I let you go, are you going to be nice tonight? I will embarrass you in front of dad, I don’t even care.”

“Y-Yes! Lemme goho!” 

“Fine.” She waved a hand and Diego went limp. He lifted his hands to his face to muffle the last few giggles trickling from his lips. With some difficulty, he pulled himself to his feet, stumbling back into his chair with an arm wrapped around his torso. Sparing Diego brought a softness in Allison, and she smiled at Five.

“You can let your knees go. I always liked your giggles more anyway.” He disappeared in a flash of blue and reappeared behind her, arms outstretched and ready to strangle, but Allison sighed. He was so...predictable. A creature of unfortunate habit.

“I heard a rumor that you tickled your ribs silly.” 

“Noho!” He hit the ground in seconds, tripping over his own feet as he went. 

“Really?” She turned and arched a brow at him. 

“I hate yohou!”

“You’re lucky I didn’t mention your hands.” She scoffed, then flinched when Five shrieked. One of his hands started going to town on the other, scratching so gently that Allison almost couldn’t believe how loud he was. He squirmed so violently that she was sure he’d’ve punched her if she’d been close enough.

“Oopsie.” She grimaced, biting her lip. 

“Allison, hey.” Vanya smiled, obviously amused, but tilted her head towards the elevator. The up arrow was glowing red and, yeah, it was probably, regrettably, time to stop. 

“You can stop, Five,” She murmured, and he wheezed, scrubbing his palms against his jacket to erase sensation. The feeling of the fibers sliding against his palms sent him into another flurry of giggles as he clenched his fists.

Some cruel, playful itch at the back of Allison’s mind had been thoroughly scratched—so much so that when Diego still took a jab at her for not using her powers, she made him punch himself instead of embarrassing him.

She liked using her powers. The force with which they held her was sometimes scary, but for harmless instances like this? It was what she had been missing growing up. Everyone else got to mess around with their powers, but she was never really allowed to. Being the responsible and patient one meant being the buzzkill in her siblings’ eyes, and buzzkills didn’t often get roped into the intense, multi-floor, super-tickle-fights that had dominated what few happy memories that the Hargreeves had as children.

She started slow with reintroducing her powers, not wanting to overwhelm or scare anyone. She was still trying to get past the look on Patrick’s face when he’d caught her rumouring Claire. Allison knew her siblings would never look at her like that—in fact, they were the only people who ever wanted her to use her powers. She started with simple things: convincing Five to get some rest after refusing to sleep, ending an argument between Luther and Diego that was quickly spiraling out of control—even on Klaus, who would not stop fighting with Ben during the night. That last one wasn’t truly necessary, but the walls were thin and their rooms shared an unfortunate border.

“What color are you thinking?” Klaus dumped his armful of nail polish bottles onto her bed, just barely catching a few before they clattered to the floor. 

“Yellow?” She gingerly picked one from the pile. 

“I love it.” He beamed and took a seat in front of her, unscrewing the cap. The brightness and warmth of the polish made her smile. It was the color of her favorite dress from the decade they’d left behind—the dress that Raymond had always loved. Klaus took her foot and laid it on his leg, sticking his tongue out to concentrate.

Someone softly cleared their throat and the two of them looked up to see Vanya hovering in the doorway. Allison smiled and waved her in, and she plopped on the ground next to Klaus. Vanya leaned over to watch Klaus work.

“You like the color?” Allison asked. Things between them were still fragile. 

“It’s lovely. Sissy’s favorite, actually.” Vanya smiled softly, fiddling with her shirt sleeves a bit, and Allison knew things were okay, for the time being. 

Three pairs of stomping footsteps echoed down the hall and Allison looked up, catching her brothers lingering in the doorway, though seemingly not on purpose. Luther and Five had cornered a brooding Diego who looked like he was a few seconds away from impaling one or both of them. 

“Diego, quit being such a grouch.” Luther shoved his shoulder lightly.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Diego grumbled, arms crossed.

C’mon man, it’s been days. No one likes when you sulk around. Just lighten up a little.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Diego held a knife up to Luther’s throat.

“Five, a little help here?”

“Oh, I don’t care.” Five stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled.

“Diego. Dude.” Luther shook Diego’s shoulder again and he growled, grabbing Luther’s meaty hand and wrenching it backwards.

“I heard a rumor that Luther and Five tickled you until you admit defeat,” Allison piped up, giggling at the look of absolute betrayal on Diego’s face. Five cackled of his own volition, happy as a clam to have a reason to torment his brother.

“Allison, no!” He bolted, Five and Luther hot on his heels.

“Have fun!” She called after them.

“That was mean.” Klaus chided, wiggling his fingers over her sole. She squeaked and tried to pull away, but his grip was tight on her ankle.

“Klaus! I’m gonna mess up the polish!” She whined around a giggle, hiding her face in her hands.

“No you won’t. Just stay still.” Klaus chuckled, continuing to apply the polish with one hand. With the other, he kept scratching gently 

“Yeah, Allison, just stay still.” Vanya took hold of Allison’s ankle and fluttered along her arch, taking note of which spots made her curl in on herself and paying them extra attention. 

It was then that Allison decided they were no longer exempt from her wrath. Everyone was fair game now. Though, maybe she could show them a little mercy, since they definitely could be a lot meaner.

They only stopped once they made her squeal—Klaus scratched his nail repeatedly over her big toe until she nearly fell on the floor—and even after, they wouldn't stop teasing her about the noise she’d made. She filed away her large-scale revenge plan and settled for tickling them both once Klaus had finished her nails. 

There was a lesson in quitting while you’re ahead, but, pinned to the couch and screaming, Allison was starting to think it had gone over her head.

It had started with Lila throwing a movie night—her way of apologizing for, well, everything without having to say the words. Lila had set up a sort of nest situation with pillows and blankets, allowing the siblings to choose their seats freely. Allison and Vanya snuggled on one end of the couch while Luther claimed the other, and the rest of them piled on one another in front of the couch. Lila laid with her head in Diego’s lap, and Klaus and Five were cozy next to them. They hadn’t existed this way in years. It would’ve been nice, had the tension not been so thick.

All of them were almost afraid to relax, as if they’d all simultaneously remembered how long it’d been since they’d properly been together as a family. Five looked like he would explode if anyone touched him, Diego was far too occupied with his box of Thin Mints, and Klaus’s knee was shaking far too much not to be distracting to everyone present. 

A smile tugged at her lips. If any situation called for an intervention, it was this one. Possibly even more than her previous abuses of power. 

“They need to lighten up, don’t you think?” Allison murmured, stealing a pretzel from the bag Vanya was holding.

“They are a bit..tense.” Vanya chuckled. Allison took the pretzels and set them safely aside before gesturing for her to lean close.

“I heard a rumor that you started messing with Klaus,” Allison whispered, munching on another pretzel. Vanya fixed her with a ‘really?’ face and she shrugged in apology. Vanya started nudging Klaus with her foot, waiting just long enough between gentle shoves that it was annoying. After about the eighth time, Klaus whirled around and grabbed Vanya’s ankle, skittering his fingers up her leg.

“Vanya!” He gasped in mock offense, spidering his nails in random circles. Vanya simply slid down the couch cushion like a pile of jello, the fight already drained from her body. Allison had been hoping for a more explosive reaction, but this would do as a start. She leaned forward and put a hand on Diego’s shoulder. 

“I heard a rumor that you started a proper tickle fight.” She finished the command with a quick flutter at the back of his neck. Diego snatched her hand and yanked her forwards, using the change in momentum to grab her foot and go to town. She snorted and shoved at the back of his head, anything to get him to let go.

“Not with me! Nevermind, I heard a rumor you stole Five’s marshmallows.” She shoved him off of her and grinned when he immediately lunged for them. In that moment, Five was indistinguishable from a feral racoon as he dove for the treats. Lila managed to roll out of the way just before she was crushed.

“Give them back!” He screeched, reaching for the bag just out of his grip. Diego took advantage of his long arms and stretched as far away as possible.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Diego dropped a marshmallow into his mouth, making direct eye contact as he chewed and swallowed. Five trembled with rage.

“You’re dead.” He pounced onto Diego who yelped before dissolving into frantic giggles, arms flailing about as he tried to dislodge Five. He squirmed right into Klaus, who took hold of his legs and dug in wherever he could reach. Vanya made a game of poking Diego’s stomach as many times as possible while dodging his hands. She could see the moment where her rumor dissolved, the four of them effortlessly carrying on the playfulness without aid.

Allison snuck a glance at Luther. He was still crushed into his corner of the couch, looking unbelievably uncomfortable but at least amused at the struggle going on beneath him. He deserved to smile as much as them.

“I heard a rumor-”

“That you were wildly ticklish, all over,” Lila said from behind her, and holy shit, when did she get there? Lila poked her side and a bright giggle bubbled out from her lips before she could stop it. Dread and anticipation tangled in her stomach. She’d never been that sensitive there before.

Uh oh.

“Lila, we can talk about this.” Allison raised her hands in surrender as Lila vaulted over the couch, straddling her before she could escape.

“That’s the problem, Allison. You’re still talking, not laughing.” Lila kneaded her thumbs into the sides of Allison’s stomach and she squealed, trying her damndest to grab the offending hands. 

This was uncharted territory for her. She was used to teasy hands grabbing her neck or for roughhousing to turn into a mad grab for her feet. She knew exactly what it would feel like every time. This was technically the same, but radically different. Her body just didn’t know what to do. It was like being tickled for the first time ever, before her body knew what was going on. Every single part of her was sending up flares of tickly panic as she squirmed underneath Lila.

When someone—Klaus, judging by the cold shock of a few rings—grabbed hold of her feet, it dawned on her how what she’d put Diego through might’ve been a little mean.

“Lehet goho!” 

“Hey, Allison? I think your legs could use some attention,” Diego said in an annoying mockery of her voice, but she was far too indisposed to reprimand him for it.

“I-” She started to plead, but verbal communication flew out the window entirely when Vanya started tickling lightly under her chin and down the column of her throat. It was so gentle and clearly loving, but the contrast between Vanya and the fiends going to town on the rest of her body only doubled her desperation to get away.

Diego hooked his fingers behind Allison’s knee and she nearly launched Lila across the room with how hard she thrashed. Her nervous system whited out for a minute as she squealed louder, doing everything she could to wrench her feet from Klaus’s grasp so she could kick Diego in the face.

“No! Stohop!” Great, she was snorting now. 

“Uh-oh! Bad spot?” Klaus drawled, scribbling over her feet. Lila wormed her fingers into the crevices of Allison’s ribs, making sure to pinch and prod every so often, just to draw out little squeaks and hiccups. Diego found a spot on the side of her thigh where if he wiggled his fingers, Allison’s giggles would turn wheezy, and he was having far too much fun with it.

“Ihit tihickles!”

“Does it? Are you sure?” Lila vibrated a claw into Allison’s stomach and she threw her head back into the couch with a loud cackle. That was definitely new. Vanya giggled somewhere above her, dragging her fingers over the shells of her ears.

“Yes, oh my god-” She clamped her elbows to her sides when Lila tried to sneak her hands under her arms. Her brain sent out about fifty warning signals, essentially begging her not to let this happen, and while she had no clue where the knowledge had come from, she wasn’t about to question it.

“Alright, I’m sorry!” She tried to curl around Lila’s hands but that only made things worse.

“Damn straight.” Diego scoffed, (surprisingly) the first to let her go. After a few other quick pokes, the others released her, watching as she heaved in sweet oxygen. Every inch of her body was fizzling as she came down from her laughter. She covered her face, hiding her recovery, until two very mean hands darted into her exposed armpits. Allison bucked up hard, loud and bright laughter overcoming her as she thrashed on the couch. A few seconds felt like hours, and when Lila finally did stop, Allison wheezed before mustering the energy to glare.

“Lila!”

“Sorry! I just wanted to see what would happen.” She smiled, sheepish, but not at all apologetic.

“I hope I didn’t ruin movie night,” Allison murmured, looking up and around at her siblings. 

“Au contraire! I think you made movie night. Everyone, grab your snacks. I want to see this kid fuck up some robbers.” Klaus started the movie without waiting for the others, earning groans of annoyance and panicked scrambling as everyone tried to find their seats. Lila stayed on the couch, pulling Allison’s legs across her lap, while Vanya adjusted so Allison’s head would be more comfy. Klaus laid across Diego’s back and Five propped his legs on top of them, popping marshmallows in his mouth like popcorn. 

A success, if ever there was one.

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I am the Alpha Now Part 9

Bakugo X Reader   

Words: 2677

Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically

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You woke up the next day with a dull ache in your ears. It reminded you of when you would get swimmers ear as a child. It was more disorienting than it was painful, and you just prayed you weren’t getting an ear infection. Or worse yet, maybe it was some weird side effect of that would be robber’s blindness quirk. Day one blind, day two deaf. Who knows...

You woke up before your alarm and started to get ready. Even the sound of your feet dragging across the carpeted floor seemed dull. You took a deep breath in an attempt to get your ears to pop, the they would on an airplane, but nothing. Maybe you were just getting sick... great...

“Are you okay? You look like a zombie?”

You patted Mercy’s head half-heartedly, “I’m fine… my ears are just stuffed up. Might be catching a cold or something. No big deal.”

He tilted his furry head at you like he didn’t believe you but didn’t press it.

Despite the fact you had woken up early you really hadn’t done much to get ready. The ache in your ear was distracting. You managed to get your uniform on and put your hair in a messy bun. You realized Bakugo was probably in the kitchen by now making coffee, so you put Mercy’s collar on and headed down the hall.

You saw his spiky blonde hair and you could smell the coffee, but you only just barely make out the sound of him… humming? What’s got him in such a good mood.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his back. “Do we have to go to class today?”

He poured your coffee into a to go cup with one hand and reached around to smack your ass with other. “We already missed yesterday. We can’t fall behind.”

You let go so he could turn around to look at you, “Are you okay?... You look….”

You rolled your eyes, “I Know! I think I’m getting sick or something, my ears are all stuffy…”

He put his hand on your forehead, “Well you don’t have a fever… so it looks like you’re going. You can pout all you want, but you can’t risk getting kicked out for skipping.”

You knew he was right. You were sent here for an attitude adjustment, you needed to be on your best behavior. This was you last year of school before graduation. You just had to make it that long.

You sipped on your coffee as Bakugo practically dragged you to class. He did seem a little perkier today. But maybe it just seemed that way because you were so grumpy. Even Mercy kept his mouth shut the whole way there. He could feel your irritation bubbling up and he didn’t want to be the thing that set you off. He had seen you blow up enough times to know how ruthless you can be, and he wasn’t in the mood to be the target of your rage. So instead he walked next to Bakugo, tail wagging.

People gasped and stared as you and Bakugo approached class hand in hand. Mineta pointed as he sprinted towards you two. “WHAT?! NO FAIR! How long have you guys been a thing? Why would someone as nice as y/n pick someone as mean as you Baku..”

“Would you just shut the fuck up. Your voice is so high pitched it’s giving me a fucking headache! It’s none of your business!”

Bakugo’s eyes widened in surprise at the hostility in your voice. Then immediately narrowed as you let go of his hand in order to rub your temples.

He grabbed your elbow and dragged you towards your desk, “What the hell was that?”

You closed your eyes and sank into your seat, “What? It’s not like you weren’t thinking it… You going to lecture me now on manors?”

Usually he would be itching to fight back with you, but one look at you told him there was something bigger going on. “I don’t know what your problem is today… but whatever it is… just don’t shut me out.” He leaned over and put his hands on your desk, “You wanna fight fine. I’ll be your fucking punching bag at training, but other than that just fucking talk to me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, “My ears hurt. I have a headache. I know how loud you usually are, so either you’re whispering, which let’s be honest, I don’t think you are capable of, or I’m practically deaf because I could barely hear that…. There you happy?”

He nodded, “Yeah. At least now I know why you’re so cranky…” He pointed towards your coffee, “Just keep drinking. The hot liquid and the process of swallowing might help a little.”

Denki took his seat beside you and wagged his eyebrows, “OH! What are we swallowing?”

Before you could even say anything Bakugo had shoved him out of his chair, “You’re not sitting there today. Go sit somewhere else.”

Bakugo took his normal seat behind you and would periodically tap your foot with his during class like he was checking in with you. At one point though he tapped you a little harder than normal. Soe might say he actually kicked you. “Ow! What?”

Mercy was the one answered, “He’s trying to let you know that Aizawa asked you a question…”

Your eyes shot up and met Aizawa’s who was obviously waiting for an answer, “I’m sorry… can you repeat the question?”

Aizawa’s shoulders slumped as he realized you hadn’t been paying attention. He repeated himself but you didn’t hear anything… His voice was already so monotone and quiet. It was practically impossible for you to hear him. Your face heated up as you realized you would have to ask him to say it a third time. “I’m so sorry, can you just say that one more time?”

At this point you can see everyone in the classroom turned to stare at you. You jumped as Bakugo’s hand landed on your shoulder, “He asked you to go up to the board and finish the problem…”

You stood up and wiped your sweaty palms on your skirt. A ringing started in your ear and it just got louder the closer you got to the bored. Your head started to feel dizzy. You got to the bored and with a shaky hand you picked up the chalk. You could feel all those eyes burning a hole into your back. Wondering what the hell was wrong with the weird American. The chalk turned to dust in your hands as you crushed it between your fingers in a fit of anxiety.

You could hear a few snickers behind you, which meant that it was pretty loud if you could hear it. Without even looking at your classmates, you turned and sprinted out into the hallway. You made it outside and took deep breaths of the cool air. You sunk to the floor and pressed your hands to your ears as the ringing got louder.

“What’s wrong?”

At least Mercy’s words were clear. “There’s this awful ringing in my ears and I just want it to stop!”

Mercy put his head in your lap with a soft whimper.

Someone sat down next to you, and you had to assume it was Bakugo.

“Hey… I know it may be hard right now, but I need you to try and take some deep breaths. Try and clear your mind. I think you’re having an anxiety attack. So just try and focus on me okay.” His hand squeezed yours and slowly the ringing subsided.

You cleared your throat, “Um… thank you… for that.”

He rubbed your back, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you come today. You said you didn’t feel good, and I didn’t listen. A fucking building fell on you two days ago. Yesterday you were stabbed and blinded… We’ve been dating for like 24 hour and I’m already the worst boyfriend ever…”

You squeezed his hand, “There’s no way you could have known it was going to be this bad. I’ve had colds and ear infections before. They’ve never felt like this.”

You felt him tense up, “What if it’s me? What if all the sparring… all the explosions. What if I fucked up your hearing?”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, “Nah… That’s a physical injury. I would heal from that. Illness is different. I can’t heal myself from being sick. It takes too much energy and usually makes it worse.” You sat up and looked at him, “You didn’t do this to me. I promise.” He nodded but he didn’t look convinced.

You stood up on wobbly legs, “Tell Aizawa I’m going back to the dorms to try and sleep whatever this is off.”

He took your hand, “He’ll figure it out. Let’s go. I’ll make you some soup.”

True to his word, he made you chicken noodle soup per your request and was now sitting at your desk reading a textbook while you watched tv. For once you were happy he had forced you to turn the subtitles on.

There was still some awkwardness lingering between the two of you. You kept catching him looking at you weird. You felt like he had something he wanted to say, but you would wait until he figured out what that was.

You periodically had to turn the volume on the tv up because you’re hearing was getting worse by the minute. Eventually you sat up and hurled the remote across the room, “Fuck this!” The ringing had returned now and was gradually getting louder. “Ah! This sucks! I Just want it to stop!”

The pain was definitely worse now and a panic started to grow in your chest. Bakugo was now in front of you shouting but nothing was getting through. You couldn’t hear him.

Your panic was only rivaled by your anger. You were mad that you couldn’t fix this. You were mad at feeling so helpless. But that anger felt like it belonged to someone else… Mercy?

“Mercy!!!”

“I’m here. What do you need?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I just need it to stop! I need it to STOP!”

Your eyes glowed blue and you put all of your alpha authority into your voice. You stayed like that for almost ten minutes. Your eyes lighting up the room, your breathing heavy. And then all the sudden it was like something popped in your ears.

As your eyes dimmed back to normal, the ringing in your ears died as well. In fact… It went away completely.

You looked next to you and saw Bakugo, who was now staring at your lap…frozen.

“Bakugo?”

His head whipped up, eyes burning into yours. “Say that again?”

“What? Your name? Bakugo..”

A single tear slid down his cheek. Oh shit did you break him?

“I can… I can hear you. Like I can actually hear you.”

His voice was so much softer than it usually was.

You scooted forward and took his head in your hands, “What are you talking about? Can you usually not?”

He pressed his forehead against yours. “The reason I panicked earlier is because… Well I can’t exactly hear that well. You know from all of the explosions… I have pretty bad tinnitus. It’s why I’m so loud… and angry all the time. I can’t fucking hear half of the time… I thought I did the same thing to you..”

You ran your fingers through his hair, “Okay and now?”

“I can hear. Your eyes started glowing and when you said stop. It was like I had taken off a pair of headphones. Slowly everything got clearer…” Another tear slid down his cheek, “Did you… did you do something? Did you fix me?”

You sat there wide eyed. You didn’t know what to say… You intentionally done anything…

“I think I can feel him… I think he’s starting to join our pack. Earlier he felt helpless, now he feels something close to admiration, love maybe.”

“Mercy what are you talking about?”

“Come on.. I know you’ve felt it to. He’s in the early stages of a bond. It’s probably why we communicate so well. He can feel me. He just doesn’t realize it yet. Maybe if I yell at him really loud he’ll hear me… HEY BAKUGO!”

Bakugo leaned away from you to see why you had tensed up. “What’s going on?”

You played with the ends of your hair, “Well… Mercy seems to think that you might be… you know joining our pack…”

It was his turn for his eyes to widen, “Uhhh what?” He shook his head, “What does that even mean?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ve only ever done it once, and it was with a dog so… but I guess it does make sense. The first thing we learned was how to communicate our emotions. The empathy link. Then it went beyond that to feeling other things like pain. Like I said I could heal my ears if it was physical… I guess the bond was trying to tell me I was being a bad alpha… that one of my pack members was hurt. So it pushed me until I fixed it… even if I have no idea how I did it.”

He stood up and started pacing. “What… the fuck… so what’s next? Am I going to turn into a dog? Oh shit! Will you be able to boss me around now?”

You giggled at how uncomfortable that made him, “Well first of all I have no idea. Like I said this has never happened with another human before!”

“Okay so what happened with Mercy?”

“Well after the emotions, and the physical stuff, we then learned to be able to feel each other’s presence and location. It’s grown to a few miles now. Then we learned to talk telepathically which you know. We’ve been trying to get the hang of using each other’s senses, but we hadn’t really done it effectively until yesterday.”

He stopped pacing, “Well that’s not creepy at all… but at least I get to talk to Mercy.”

“Woah, it was just a theory. We don’t know that you are for sure joining the pack.”

Mercy barked, “Yes we do.”

Bakugo threw his hands up, “Well how else would you explain what just happened?! I haven’t been able to hear well since before I developed my quirk!”

Your heart softened a little bit. “Babe… what I experienced today.. Was that how you feel everyday?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Yes… No.. I don’t know. Not all the time. It comes and goes.”

No wonder he was always so cranky. You couldn’t handle it for a couple hours and he’s had to endure it for years.

“Well I guess there’s one way we can test it out.” You pulled him to sit next to you on the bed. “My eyes glow when I’m shifting or when I’m feeling an intense emotion.”

You started kissing his jaw, “Okay I think I know where this is going. But I feel like there is an easier way.”

You pulled back to look at him, “Are you seriously turning down sex right now?”

He rolled his eyes, “Forgive me if I take a few minutes to absorb the news that I’m joining some weird telepathic wolf pack thing.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. You put your hand on his upper thigh and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I love it when you’re soft with me. In fact…I think I love you.”

A shiver went down his spine and when you looked at him eyes did have a faint tint of blue to them. “Hah! There it is! I saw it!”

He swallowed, “So uh.., you only said that then to…”

You kissed his lips before he could finish, “No I meant them. Now let see if we can really make those eyes glow.”

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[there-must-be-a-lock]

Three (Bad Ideas) - Part 2/3

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki (pre-J2 x reader)

Word Count: ~3470

Warnings: It’s not super explicit, it doesn’t get much farther than some groping and grinding on-camera, but there’s some decidedly adult content here. 

A/N: The second part of the prequel to Everything. The first part is right over here. All my gratitude to @fangirlxwritesx67​ for the reading and encouragement, as always, and also for the J2 spamming esp. possessive!Jensen. 

“What, like, hot alien threesome?” Jensen laughs. 

“All those different species, with like. Droids. And fuckin’... Wookiees and shit.” Jared tries to make a Wookiee noise but he’s giggling too hard to get it out. In his defense, it’s two in the morning and he’s very drunk. 

“Hutt porn?”

“Hentai with actual tentacles! I mean, come on, you could scroll through category menus for hours.” 

Jensen snorts and shakes his head. “I always thought the green chick was hot.” 

“The twi’lek! Fuck yeah.” 

“You are such a dork,” Jensen laughs. He goes to elbow Jared, but Jared dodges, stumbles, and almost walks into a streetlamp. 

“Dude,” he splutters. “Dude, fuck, can you imagine… holy shit! If somebody liked to be choked, and -” 

“Hate to break it to you, but that barely counts as kinky in this universe,” Jensen says, with a wicked grin. 

Jared’s brain stores that away with a neon sign saying we are going to think about this later! but manages not to short out completely. 

“No, no, you know how Darth Vader -“ Jared stops in the middle of the sidewalk, mimicking the Force-choking gesture, trying to imitate a stern Vader-y expression and failing miserably. He clutches his stomach, wheezing with laughter. 

“Such a dork,” Jensen repeats, trying to hold back his laughter. “Get your ass moving, I’m fuckin’ freezing.” 

Jared falls back into step. “Your fault you’re already dressed for Austin.” 

“Vancouver in April might as well be Hoth,” Jensen says, and Jared cracks up all over again. 

“Who’s the dork now? I’m rubbing off on you!” he crows, and immediately adds, “That’s what she said.” 

Jensen huffs, mock-exasperated, but he sneaks a sideways look at Jared, grinning. 

One second they’re walking side by side, and the next, Jensen’s grabbing him, hand tight on Jared’s wrist as he crowds right into Jared’s space. Jared steps back instinctively, almost stumbles, but Jensen just follows, walking him backward with this wild-eyed intensity on his face. 

Jared’s back hits a cold brick wall. Jensen’s mouth is hot and desperate when it collides with his. 

The kiss is clumsy and messy and perfect, and it’s like Jared’s brain gets stuck in a loop: what, what, what, because they’re kissing, and he’s paralyzed by the shock for a long frozen moment while his stomach lurches and his heart pounds and his head spins. Then Jensen’s teeth catch on his lip, stinging in a way that sends electricity skittering along his synapses, jolting him back into the moment like a fucking AED. 

Jensen’s kissing him like he wants to devour him, sucking and biting like he could eat Jared alive, and Jared’s stomach flips with every ruthless drag of his teeth, every deep lush lick, every new brush of those pillowy lips. Jared pulls him in close and kisses him back with everything he’s got. 

Jensen slides both hands into Jared’s hair, strong fingers twining through the strands and tugging sharply just as his leg shoves up between Jared’s, and Jared lets out this ragged, needy moan, the most ridiculously slutty noise that’s ever escaped his lips. He should be embarrassed by how fucking desperate he sounds, but Jensen’s hips jerk forward, grinding up against him as he hisses out an answering curse. If Jared wasn’t being shoved up against the wall he’d probably fall the fuck down with the way his knees turn to jelly. 

Jensen pulls away. Before Jared’s brain can catch up with his body, he’s swaying forward in an attempt to follow his mouth. 

“Yeah?” Jensen growls. His voice is even deeper than usual, a barely-there rumble, and Jared shivers. 

Jared doesn’t know what the fucking question is, but he manages, “Yes.” 

There’s one more searing kiss, teeth and blistering heat, and then Jensen’s grabbing his wrist and tugging him away from the wall and down the quiet sidewalk. Jared feels like his muscles aren’t quite working right, floppy and uncoordinated as he staggers after Jensen. 

He can still feel the residual heat of Jensen’s body all down his front, and the Vancouver night feels even colder in the wake of all that fiery pressure. His lips are bruised and puffy. His skin is jumping with… god, he doesn’t even know what to call it: disbelief, lust, wonder, need, shock, too fucking much all at once, more than Jared can take. 

He sneaks a quick look at Jensen, and Jensen’s staring right back at him, eyes smoldering as he looks up through his lashes. He flicks his tongue out over his red, swollen lower lip and shoots Jared a little half-smile, and Jared has to stop again to reel Jensen in and kiss that smile until Jensen’s gasping against his mouth. 

“Bed,” Jensen says roughly. “I need to get you in a bed right fucking now.” 

“Yeah. Okay. Bed.” 

“You sure about this?” Jensen asks. He’s staring at Jared’s mouth again. 

Jared’s not sure what to say to that. Instead of admitting that no, he’s not sure about anything, and in fact he’s scared out of his damn mind, and this is probably a bad idea, he just ducks his head to kiss Jensen again.   

*

Jared’s spent so many hours reliving the feel of Jensen’s mouth against his, Jensen’s skin under his hands, Jensen’s low moan and shuddery sigh… there’s a million and one fragments of visceral gut-punch memory embedded in his nerve endings from the night Jared got drugged. 

He’s gotten better at pushing them away. At first it was every time, every time he got too close, every time he smelled Jensen; a feverish flash of sensation would hit him hard and fast. Now the memories mostly come out at night, when he’s alone. They’re still almost too intense to bear. 

It’s surreal, the way those memories pale in comparison to the real thing. 

Jensen’s on top of him, hips twisting, and they’re both hard in their jeans; they haven’t managed to stop touching long enough to get their clothes off, and the drag of too-rough denim-on-denim friction is driving Jared insane. The little growl in the back of Jensen’s throat is the same. The incredible mix of grace and aggression in the way he moves is the same. The way he makes Jared feel is the same: this all-consuming need through his body, fierce and dizzying, like he’s about to vibrate out of his skin. 

He blamed it on the drugs, the electricity and mind-melting heat of the first time. He convinced himself that it was partly in his head, that it was the chemicals: the perfection of it, the way they slotted together like they were made for each other, the way every goddamn touch felt like a revelation. 

He was wrong on all counts. He feels drugged all over again. 

Jensen sits back on his heels abruptly, tugging his shirt over his head. Jared can barely take his eyes off the freckles and the muscles and the fucking hipbones long enough to deal with his own shirt, but it’s worth it when he pulls Jensen down again and feels all that smooth bare skin on his. 

Jared rakes his nails down Jensen’s shoulder blades and then flattens his hands on Jensen’s back to squeeze him closer, arching up, rolling his hips. Jensen pulls back just long enough to inhale, quick and sharp. 

“Sure about this?” Jared asks breathlessly. He’s not sure what he’ll do if Jensen says no, but he feels like he should ask. 

Jensen doesn’t answer. He ducks right back down, sinking his teeth into the spot under Jared’s ear that makes him whine and twitch. 

Jensen’s hand curls around the other side of his neck, thumb fitting right under the line of his jaw and forcing his head back, exposing his throat and leaving him at the mercy of Jensen’s mouth. Jensen’s tongue swirls over the skin he just bit, soothing the sting with a soft tickling lick, before nibbling the same spot again, gentler this time. Jared already feels strung-tight and shaky. 

He can feel how hard Jensen is, stiff heat straining against the front of his jeans, but Jensen’s taking his time. His fingers press harder, holding Jared down, holding him in place, and the pressure of his hand is doing devastating, crazy-making things to Jared’s insides. He nips and sucks and works sensitive patches of skin between his teeth until Jared’s twisting and gasping under him. 

Jared bucks up, frustrated, and grits out, “Please.” 

The way Jensen groans, low and helpless, might be the hottest thing Jared’s ever heard. He grinds down again, so fucking good Jared’s eyes roll back in his head, and then he finally pulls away, fingers sliding up from Jared’s neck to grip his hair instead. 

Jared blinks up at him. Even after all these years, he can’t believe it, sometimes; Jensen’s too beautiful to be real. He’s even more beautiful now, hair sticking up, lips swollen, looking down at Jared with his pupils blown and his cheeks flushed, something like surprise in his eyes. Jared’s too stunned to even wonder what his own face must look like. 

“Tell me what you want,” Jensen whispers. His voice is a barely-there rasp, steely and dark, and it makes Jared want to get on his knees, spread his legs, beg for anything and everything Jensen might choose to do to him. 

“You,” he manages. It’s always been the truth. 

*

Jared makes it less than forty-eight hours before he snaps. He’s in the car before he can think about it, driving the familiar roads to Jensen’s house on autopilot. 

He almost turns right around when he pulls into the driveway. The reality of what he’s doing sets in, and it’s so huge and overwhelming that there’s this rushing in his ears and this wheezing in his lungs and everything else fades away for a moment. He parks and leans forward, crossing his arms on the steering wheel and resting his forehead on them. He tries to breathe. 

Gonna see if I can catch an earlier flight. Just need to think.

Sorry.  

He woke up alone two days ago, and he’s read the note so many times since that it’s like those three sentences are just on a constant loop in the back of his head. He’s not sure he can face Jensen right now; hearing the words in person might just kill him. It was bad enough the first time. 

Don’t worry about it. What are brothers for? 

But at least that time there was an excuse. Jared could write off all his neediness, all his desperation, on drug-induced temporary insanity. 

Jensen must’ve just figured there was nothing wrong with a casual fuck. They were drunk, they were horny, they’d done it before, might as well. But then he’d seen the way Jared looked at him, and he must have finally realized. He panicked; that’s the only explanation Jared can think of. 

Jared knows himself. He knows that everything he feels shows in his expression, clear as fucking day, and if he didn’t have so much practice hiding that particular emotion, Jensen probably would’ve noticed a long time ago. Jared let his guard down that night, drunk, in the heat of the moment. Jensen must’ve seen it plastered all over his face. 

Thing is, though, Jared couldn’t live without his best friend. Doesn’t matter that he’s in love with Jensen. Doesn’t matter how he feels. The simple fact is, even if it’s never anything more than friendship, Jared needs Jensen in his life. If he screwed that up because of his stupid inconvenient feelings, if he really did scare Jensen away this time… well, he can’t think about that. That train of thought leads to cold sweats and sheer panic. 

Jared sits up. He grips the steering wheel, white-knuckled, then releases it, stretching out his fingers as he sighs. He looks guiltily at his hands. He stopped biting his fingernails a long time ago, but right now his nails are gnawed to the quick and his cuticles are edged with scabs. 

It’s eating him up inside. He feels raw and achy and shredded, and he needs to just bite the bullet and hear the words so that he can apologize. He has a whole speech planned out. Then maybe they can just go have a beer or something and it’ll all go back to normal. It has to go back to normal. 

Fuck. 

He grabs his phone and texts before he can think too hard about it: Can we talk? 

Jared sits up and looks at himself in the rearview mirror quickly. His eyes, sunken in bruised purple-blue rings, are puffy and red-rimmed. His hair is a greasy fucking mess, tangled where it peeks out from under his beanie. He looks like absolute shit. Doesn’t matter; Jensen’s seen him at his worst, and his looks aren’t really the point right now. 

His phone buzzes and Jared’s stomach lurches. 

Yes. I’ll come over. 

Jared almost chokes on his borderline-hysterical giggle. He gets out of the car, texting as he walks to the front door. 

Um okay but I’m maybe in your driveway?

He steels himself with a deep breath. The door swings open before he can knock. 

Unlike Jared, Jensen doesn’t usually wear his emotions on his face. It took time and trust before Jared could read the little nuances of his expressions, and he knew, even then, that it was just as much Jensen letting him in as Jared figuring him out. 

Now, though, Jensen might as well be a fucking billboard. He looks terrified and desperate and hopeful, and there’s something tender and familiar shining in his eyes. He looks just like Jared feels. 

Jared had a whole fucking speech planned, and he can’t remember a single word of it. He blinks, paralyzed, before taking one hesitant step forward. 

They both move at once, abrupt and clumsy, crashing into each other so hard it knocks the air from Jared’s lungs, and if he thought Jensen kissed him hungrily before, he’s starving now, teeth clashing and tongue plunging in deep, with this deep, gorgeous whine in the back of his throat when Jared just parts his lips and lets him take what he needs. 

Neither of them bother asking this time. They’re sure. 

*

It’s a bad idea and Jared knows it, even as he hauls Jensen in by the belt loops, but this is the longest he’s gone without kissing Jensen since they got together. He’s pretty sure he’s going to lose his goddamn mind before they make it to the last panel of the day. They’re near the green room in a relatively secluded little nook of the hallway, so at least there’s no danger of fans spotting them, but someone from the cast or Creation staff could walk by. It’s a stupid risk. 

They still haven’t told anybody. They want to try to keep it from the press, at first, for the sake of privacy, and there’s going to be a shitstorm of epic proportions when the fans find out, but they don’t have any illusions about being able to hide it from anybody involved in the show. Still, they wanted to at least tell the important people on their own terms, Singer and Speight and the ones whose opinions actually matter, before it gets out. They’d be assholes to let their friends hear it third-hand through the production gossip grapevine. 

But he’s not thinking about any of that. He’s not thinking at all, really. It’s the first time in over a week that Jared’s had to hold back, to be careful about how and when and where he touches Jensen, and it’s driving him a little bit crazy. 

Jensen’s feeling the same way, if the way he returns the kiss is any indication. He makes a rough, eager sound in the back of his throat and tucks his fingers into Jared’s back pockets, squeezing his ass and rocking up against him, before sliding his hands under the hem of Jared’s shirt to splay over his lower back and pull him closer. Jared runs his hands up Jensen’s arms, gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex under his fingers. 

They break apart just an inch, enough to breathe, both of them panting, noses still brushing. Jared knows they should stop before they get caught, but he can’t bring himself to put any real space between their bodies. 

“Can’t fuckin’ wait to have you to myself again,” Jensen growls, and he pushes up on his tiptoes, lips right against Jared’s ear as he whispers, “Gonna bend you over the desk and make you watch in the mirror. Should see how pretty you look when I get my fingers in you.” 

Jared lets out a frustrated grunt, cock twitching as Jensen nips his earlobe. 

“You’re killing me,” he mutters. 

Jensen kisses him again, gentler this time, but it makes Jared shiver with the strain of holding back. 

Blame Jensen and his mouth for the way Jared’s so lost he doesn’t hear the door handle right across the hallway. He’s not sure what Jensen’s excuse is. 

He practically bites through Jensen’s lip with surprise when he hears the quick little gasp. Jensen stumbles back hurriedly, wiping his mouth, eyes huge in a way that would look comical if Jared didn’t feel icy all over with panic. 

“Oh thank fuck,” he breathes, when he sees who it is. He’s so relieved that it takes him a second to process the expression on her face; she’s bright red, looking down at her feet, flushing and avoiding eye contact instead of giving them shit about it like he would’ve expected. 

“Sorry,” she squeaks. “I’ll just… yeah. Give you some privacy.” 

She’s already bolting when Jared finds his voice again. 

“Wait,” he manages, and she grimaces as she turns to face them again. 

“We haven’t told anyone,” Jensen says. 

“Secret’s safe with me,” she says, with a too-bright smile, before she’s whirling around and rushing down the hall. 

Jared stares after her, puzzled, and more than a little disappointed. 

“What was that about?” he wonders out loud. “If it was anyone else I’d assume homophobic freakout, but…” 

“You really can’t figure out why she might not want to see you kissing someone?” Jensen asks sharply. His lips are swollen, red and shiny and distracting as hell. 

Jared’s heart is still pounding with the leftover adrenaline. He shakes his head, feeling slow and stupid. 

Jensen sighs. “Never mind.” 

“I should talk to her,” Jared says unhappily. “I… I missed her. I didn’t think -” 

Something that looks like hurt flashes through Jensen’s eyes. “We gotta get to the next panel. I’m sure you’ll see her tonight.” 

“Right. You’re right. Okay.” Jared runs his fingers through his hair and tucks it behind his ears. He feels fidgety and strange. 

Jensen grabs him, lightning-fast, and captures his mouth in one last kiss.

“Mine,” he whispers. 

“Yours,” Jared agrees softly. 

*

After the panel, Jared finds her right behind the stage, sitting cross-legged in the corner and rolling a water bottle between her palms, deep in thought. When he drops to the floor and sits next to her, nudging her with one elbow, she smiles at him warmly. There’s no trace of the awkwardness from earlier. The knot of anxiety in Jared’s chest loosens slightly. 

“When?” is all she says. 

“Hooked up again the night we wrapped, pulled our heads out of our asses two days later,” Jared says, grinning down at his lap. “You okay?” 

“Just surprised me, that’s all,” she says, studiously avoiding eye contact again. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be weird about it. Just felt bad interrupting.” 

“Missed you,” Jared says, honestly, and tilts over to rest his cheek on top of her head. She twists around and gives him a sideways hug, squeezing hard, and Jared feels a weight lifting from his shoulders. 

“Missed you too,” she whispers. “Happy for you.” 

*

She’s so soft under his hands. She melts into him and the kiss stretches like taffy, slow and sweet. He runs his hands up and down her sides, feeling how warm she is, and slides his palms down to cup her ass. 

“This is a bad idea,” she whispers, and then Jensen’s staring back at him, eyes flashing, furious. 

Jared wakes up, wrapped around Jensen under the thick hotel comforter, rock-hard and panting. Guilt twists in his stomach. He feels feverish with it, hot and cold all over. 

Jared lets out a shaky sigh, hips rocking forward ever so slightly; he can’t help himself. Jensen stirs and hums contentedly, squirming back against him. 

Jensen’s all he’s wanted for so fucking long. There’s something wrong with him, thinking about someone else when he has this. 

“Good dream?” Jensen whispers, his voice gravelly with sleep. 

“Yeah.”  

“What was it about?”

“You,” Jared lies. 

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Leverage: The 12 Steps Job

It‘s been a while since I‘ve done one of these, but I‘m rewatching Leverage yet again (SHOW, I MISSED YOU) and here are plenty of things I love about ‚The 12 Step Job‘: I love…

… The montage of Hurley in the car and how he walks into his office. Man, that is one NEAT character introduction because when you first watch this, of course he could pass as an absolute jerk and the baddie of the week – despite the client‘s description of him as enthusiastic and sweet. But at the same time this is just how he is later on in this ep and when he returns in The Boys‘ Night Out Job: An absolute slob and a complete mess but also very congenial (how much he knows about all his co-workers? Sweet) and with his heart in the right place.

… Nate being a complete dick and so fucking in denial about his alcohol problem here. I haven‘t watched season one in a while and it‘s so interesting how his and Sophie‘s relationship is so different here (the biggest shift of course being between s2 and s3 where Nate decides to take a vacation in prison and Sophie runs the crew in the meantime – this changes things forever). But it‘s so cool how Gina‘s acting walks the thin line between being the one who is absolutely in the right here and being just that bit annoying that allows Nate to justify implying that she‘s overly dramatic

… Eliot‘s hair is ON FIRE in that episode, wow and that blue shirt *chef‘s kiss*

… how the team works together in figuring out where Hurley might be. Yes, it‘s season one and Nate is very much calling the shots – and he is the one narrowing it down here – but Eliot and Hardison specifically absolutely pitch in.

… Sophie‘s and Eliot‘s little eyeroll at Hardison‘s dropping strip club knowledge

… ‘if Billy was a drunken sex fiend’ – hahaha, Parker, spot on as always – and Eliot‘s and Hardison‘s responding expressions. Come on, boys, don‘t deny it, you‘re in love with her already.

… that look on Nate‘s face when he figures out how to find Hurley. His whole expression changes, his gaze focusses, he leans forward and that drunken haze is gone for the moment

… how Eliot and Hardison constantly share the same frame <3

… Eliot‘s little DELIGHTED smile. Okay, his and Hardison‘s delight in strip joints doesn‘t quite fit later seasons, so we all can just agree that Hardison asking for change for 100 in singles is just because they really want to tip generously for the chicken wings there or something :)

… Eliot‘s and Hardison‘s synchronized walk off

… ‘Don‘t get mad, Eliot, I may have spilled slushie in your car’ and his badly acted expression of contrition hahaha, no one is buying that, Hardison

… Eliot and Hardison being extremely sexy in sitting in Eliot’s car (and as so often, look at the perfect way that shot is lit! Hardison’s and Eliot’s faces both fricking glow)

… very smartly dressed random thugs

… the messy way the fight scene is shot – close ups and very wobbly camera moves, and how you can still tell how efficiently Eliot fights and how… well not all that efficiently Hardison is. And yes, again, it’s season one, so Hardison grabs the gun and shoots it, too, instead of just sitting back and chilling while he watches Eliot beat people up (which is way better than the strip joint idea anyway)

… Eliot being annoyed with Hardison

… ‘Is he sleeping?’ LOL, yes, Sophie, that’s why Hurley is using the air bag as a pillow

… Nate looking progressively more like the absolute mess he is as the episode progresses

… - how confusing is it that Sterling’s Theme is used and Sterling isn’t immediately around the next corner? That is SO cool because yes, he shows up later, or rather: withdrawal!Nate hallucinates him; and so his theme music this early in the episode is almost like foreshadowing

… everyone in group therapy apparently understanding Sam perfectly well aside from Nate

… Parker having to read from the cheat sheet she wrote onto her lower arm to get her three-sentence-character-intro right

… Hurley’s massive list of addiction, with the climax of “Tacos”

… “Uh-huh” - and Sophie and Nate having another fight while everyone else in the group is already tired of it. Especially Parker, if one were to judge by her VERY subtle expressions.

… Parker aggressively chewing on the meds the doctor gave her. I absolutely LOVE the way she constantly gives other people this uncensored WTF-look in season one

… Eliot being smart in the parking lot. I have so much love and respect for how that’s played here again – Eliot is the one who has to have 360 vision, it’s his job to anticipate problems in all forms and sizes

… Hardison’s bricks-on-the-seat plan. That’s so great because he might be the smartest guy Eliot knows TM, but he is fucking afraid here and panicking and that’s not conducive to coming up with super clever plans, is it?

… Hardison and Eliot working together while bitching at one another - “Yes, there are a lot of wires! It’s a Com-Pu-Ter!!”

… Hardison’s brain rebooting as he figures out that it’s a computer bomb and the system needs to be re-booted

… Eliot trusting Hardison’s knowledge, and Christian’s acting here – knowing Hardison is right, being low key annoyed by it, being just a bit unsettled (that lip quiver!) “Run that sack of bricks by me again...” - “Are you ready?” - “NO!”  and his trembling hand - he is so good at rapidly changing expressions and tones

… “I’m gonna go and freshen up a little bit. Maybe cry a little”

… Hardison thinking on his feet and that sweet Jamaican accent – Eliot thinking that is sexy, and backing him up with a bomb

… and again, Kane’s acting – that beat and that look before he says “Sure” when Hardison asks whether he’d have saved him as well

… Nate’s withdrawal. So well done. Over all, the show is SO good at showing that alcoholism is a sickness and a serious problem, even if (especially if!) Nate doesn’t acknowledge it

… HARDISON AND ELIOT’S DATE AT THE RECEPTION DESK. - So, while in the scene before, Hardison takes the lead in acting their way out of the situation, here it’s Eliot by shamelessly flirting with the receptionist. And Hardison’s FACE throughout this. Like, bro, do we have time for this? DO WE? - And then “I’m with him”. And Eliot trying so hard not to burst into laughter, especially when Hardison is doing that thing he is famous for which is shamelessly over-acting just to piss Eliot off. - The ringing of the reception bell and “Bring yo ass”. And none of that even being mentioned in the next scene. - So much quality content in this episode.

… Sophie taking over for Nate when Nate very obviously can’t, and her tone of voice changing to what we’ll get to know from season three Sophie

… Parker coming up with a believable story and selling it. Up to the point where her make believe parents found gold under their trailer…

… Nate’s withdrawal getting worse, Tim’s acting is brilliant here.

… Sophie talking differently to Nate than before. Yes, she still seems to focus on Nate and how Nate is being a dick to them and particularly her, but her voice is different and she uses the real emotion between her and Nate’s exchange to get what they need from Hurley; the list of people he wronged. Brilliant little twist here, because of course Sophie is focused on the con and on helping their client, especially now that Nate is threatening to lose his focus entirely

… that Genesis? Veeeeery subtle product placement, Leverage hahaha

… “I checked your notes - he seems like a deeply troubled man” - Thank you, doctor, yeah. Nate IS a deeply troubled man. And again: Nate’s withdrawal getting much worse, and the con threatening to get out of hand. I said it before, and I’ll say it again: It’s really great how they used this episode to focus so much on Nate’s alcoholism. It’s something so important not only for later seasons but also for the upcoming s1 finale, and we’ve watched enough episodes at this point that we understand WHY this happened to him. And this episode doesn’t offer an easy fix, nor do the following seasons. “Just give me something to do” is what Nate says here, and Sophie has to decide whether or not this is really the right thing to do

… “He is an addict, he knows how to manipulate people, my father was an addict, my grandfather was an addict, I know how these people operate” - yes, Nate, we know who you’re talking about. And so does Sophie

… Sterling as the one Nate hallucinates. Because Sterling knows him, because they used to be friends, because Sterling is as ruthless as Nate is (well, nearly), because Nate is still projecting and in denial that he is in fact talking about himself. So what does he do? He imagines his former friend who is now on the other side, chasing him. - I’m not too big a fan of Sterling in later seasons but this is such a STELLAR use of his character, and Mark’s acting is brilliant here, and so is, of course, Tim’s.

… “Knocking on heaven’s door” - ouch

… Nate’s aggression towards Hurley, first in a physical form and that is scary but also less dangerous because it’s unfocused; and then when his mind has something to focus on, that sharp sharp focus – fuck, he’s one scary dude indeed, it’s rather disconcerting that one is looking at Hurley for emotional reassurance in this scene…

… Parker’s strange walk because of her meds and the return on her focus when her thief-self kicks back in

… “If you’re doing it to help someone, doesn’t that make it okay?” Good question, Hurley. Your answer, Nate?

… Nate shoving Hurley in the hallway rather than explaining what’s going on. Funny, and sliiiightly sloppy, Mr Ford

...Tacos :)

… Eliot and Hardison sharing the same level of annoyance and then acceptance. So in tune in this episode, these two

… re-using that bomb. Everyone does their part in sustainability and careful usage of resources ;)

… the thugs thinking the bomb thing was done by the Jamaicans, aka Hardison and Eliot

… Eliot’s and Hardison’s reservations in the flashback. “Uh---why?” from Hardison and Eliot’s emphatic headshake

… the cash in the tire. Very practical choice, Hurley

… HURLEY JUST WANTS A HUG

… Hardison going the extra mile with Hurley’s new identity by getting him a gym membership

… Parker’s brilliant drawing!!!

… Parker smelling the Sharpie

… Parker running, PARKER HUGGING ELIOT AND HARDISON!!!! OT3!!!

… and that song, that is a variation of “What shall we do with the drunken sailor”, right?

Seriously, this is such a dark episode for Leverage standards because of that focus on Nate’s addiction, and yet, it’s counterbalanced by so much Hardison/Eliot fun and competence porn, by Sophie’s strength and by the fact that the villain of the week has a redemption arc. I love this show so much and this mix shows why again; such a delicate balance, so beautifully handled

[r0ttenlustt]

In The Bathroom [NSFW]

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Daddy!Wanda, strapon, she packs

Wanda adds an extra member to your lunch date with Tony and Pepper.

“Wanda! Are you almost ready?” you yell out from the kitchen. Wanda’s been getting ready for more than 40 minutes and you start to get a little impatient because you’re hungry and you need to eat now.

“Yea just one minute” she yells back from the bedroom. Wanda stands there fully clothed, she wears a tight grey t-shirt that’s tucked into black jeans, but she’s holding her strapon in one hand, wondering if she should wear this under her underwear today. She smirks at the thought so she slides her jeans and underwear down so she can harness the cock around her legs. She tucks it in and buckles her jeans back on. She looks in the mirror and there’s a slight bulge between her legs. Satisfied, she steps out the bedroom and walks over to you in the kitchen.

“Ready”

“Finally!” you dramatically exhale and turn around to face Wanda. You don’t notice the extra appendage and Wanda smiles innocently at you.

“Let’s go, Tony and Pepper are already waiting” you grab her hand and pull her towards the door. You have no clue about Wanda’s antics and she’s excited to see your reaction when you do realize she’s packing.

It takes you both 20 minutes to arrive at the restaurant, Tony and Pepper already seated at the table.

“Sorry we’re a little late guys” you apologize and Pepper waves her hands dismissively.

“Don’t worry, you’re fine” she smiles to both of you as you place yourself in front of her, Wanda sits in front of Tony who throws a napkin at her, giggling like a child.

A smile tugs on Wanda’s lips and she grabs the napkin and throws it back. “We waited here for hours, what took you so long? practicing witch craft?” he says jokingly. You roll your eyes and Wanda chuckles “Yea, wanna be our next sacrifice?” she jokes back.

The four of you conversate, food nestling in all of your stomachs and you catch up on life updates. Tony is in the middle of telling a story of an exposition he presented when you leaned into Wanda. Your forearm resting against her thigh.

You move slightly which causes you to brush against the bludge that sits on Wanda’s middle. You tense, the realization of Wanda packing causes waves of arousal to pool between your legs.

Wanda notices but doesn’t take her eyes off of Tony as he speaks. She smirks slightly but does nothing, she just sits there, ignoring your awareness.

You decide to be brave and move your hand to grab at her bulge. No one will notice what you’re doing since your hand is under the table. You start rubbing which causes pressure onto Wanda’s clit.

She intakes a harsh breath at the sensation and grips the back of your chair hard enough to turn her knuckles white. You nod and smile at Tony’s words but you hardly pay attention, your focal point on Wanda.

You put down more pressure which causes a jolt of satisfaction on her clit and Wanda’s hips buck slightly. She coughs to hide the moan that attempted to come out of her mouth. Pepper notices Wanda’s strange behavior, “You okay there Wanda?” she ask concerned, the mother instincts jumping out. All the attention is on her and you look at her, pure innocence on your facial expression.

“Y-Yea i’m fine just feeling a little under the weather” she grits out, forcing a smile. They both thankfully believe her and you stop your movement on the strap, deciding that if she wanted something she’ll just have to take it.

The conversations keeps flowing but Wanda’s know incredibly wet and she knows you are to. She gently swipes her finger, small red energy swirls around it and she pushes it inside your mind.

Your mind starts flooding with images of Wanda pounding into you, everyone in the restaurant watching as she takes you from behind.

You squeeze your thighs together but Wanda forces them still with her magic. You bite your lip to stop the moan that almost slips out and she smirks at her accomplishment of teasing you.

Tony and Pepper are notified that they have to go, work stuff, and they say there goodbyes and you watch them leave. You wip your head to look at Wanda and she wears the biggest smirk, you can’t lie that her cockiness turns you on.

“What the hell Wanda” you harshly whisper so no one else will hear.

“What? something bothering you, princess?” she questions, her tone modest but yet she wears the same smug expression.

You scoff opening your mouth to argue but Wanda leans in before you can say anything. Her breath hot in your ear and it causes goosebumps to form down your neck, she nibbles on your lobe which forces a small whimper from you and you quickly forget what you were about to say. “Watch your words, little girl, don’t want to make me even more frustrated than I am” she warns. The dominating tone of her voice mixed with the chance of someone spying in causes your panties to cling to your soaked cunt.

“Wanda” you breathed out, your eyes flutter close as she trails delicate kisses along your neck

“Mmm” she hums. She bites down on your skin, not hard enough to hurt but it still makes you gasp.

She grabs your wrist and trails your hand back on her bulge. “Cmon, go ahead and rub Daddy” you start groping her again and she growls in your ear when you put down pressure.

“God how I’d love to take you right here, bend you over this table and completely ravish you in front of everyone” she purrs in your ear and you whimper at her words. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I want you to show everyone that I belong to you, show everyone the desperate slut I am for you and only you, Daddy”

A gruttle moan escapes Wanda’s mouth and she abruptly stands up. She grabs your wrist and drags you to the restroom.

It’s a single bathroom and you thank the gods for it.

Once you are both in she slams you against the door immediately returning to her attack on your neck. You reach to grasp at her hair and tug at the soft orange locks which earns you a faint growl. Wanda’s hands move to your bottom and she squeezes both cheeks, pulling you closer into her body.

She flips you over so that your stomach and face are pushed into the wall, your hands planted next to your head.

She pushes herself deeper into you, her bulge strains against your ass and you moan, arching into her.

“You and this fucking skirt, such a tease”. She lifts your skirt up and you gasp when she swiftly brings her hand down.

“Me? You’re the one who’s teasing” you state and Wanda just presses you deeper into the wall if that’s even possible.

She runs her hand down your ass and rubs at your clothed heat. “F-Fuck Wanda” you moan, spreading your legs so she has more access.

She pushes your panties to the side and runs her finger through your folds. “Mmm, so nice and wet for me” she whispers. You try to move your hips back for more friction but Wanda’s hand clutches your waist, keeping you still. She tsks at your neediness and removes her finger.

“Please, Please Daddy I need you to fuck me” you whine out, hoping she’ll give in.

“I don’t know, I like having you all wet and needy, maybe I should just keep you like this for the rest of the day”

You merely groan, the thought of being left like this makes you frustrated.

“No, please, i’ll be a good girl just please, I need you in me Daddy, please” you beg.

“Yeah? you’ll be good?” she goes to unbuckle her jeans and you nod rapidly.

She tugs her jeans down, as well as her briefs, to reach her thighs. You feel the fake cock slap against her right ass cheek and you mewl in desperatation.

Wanda once again pushes your panties to the side with one hand and the other goes to grip the base of the cock. She runs the tip against your entrance before she pushes in to you. A long moan escapes your mouth as she bottoms out, she stays still for a while before she reaches your hands and forces them to cross behind your back. She than takes her other hand and firmly clutches a handful of your hair and tugs so that your head reaches back, your tits press into the wall and your nipples hard against your bra.

Wanda starts to move her hips at a gradual pace. Your ear is next to her mouth and you can hear each breath and grunt she makes.

Her thrusts become more vigorous, the sound of skin slapping together bounces off the walls and you try to keep quite but Wanda’s hitting your g-spot so heavenly you can’t help but make pornographic moans.

“That’s it, you’re taking my cock so good, pretty girl” she grunts. You can hear the wetness of your own cunt and the sound drives Wanda insane. She starts pounding into you harder, your moans encouraging her.

Her hand leaves your hair and goes to to slip inside your panties. She rubs your clit and you almost close your thighs from the added sensation but the warning of a growl from the redhead behind you stops you.

A sudden knock reaches your ears and you both cease your actions, you look back at Wanda who’s eyes shine a crimson red for a split second as she reads whoever is outside the door. You give her a worried look, afraid that someone might had heard you.

“I-It’s occupied” your voice cracks as Wanda moves inside you.

“Sorry” the person responds and you release a sigh of relief, a loud moan follows as Wanda gives a rushed thrust.

“Shhh, you gotta keep quite, naughty girl, we could have gotten caught”

Wanda’s hand wraps itself around your mouth. If this isn’t heaven then you don’t know what is.

“You would have loved getting caught, someone walking in on me ruining you, you think they could hear how messy your cunt is?”

She’s rutting and her words come out in a thick sokovian accent.

Your moans are muffled and your eyes roll back to your head as she gets in a ruthless pace. It doesn’t take long before you feel the familiar ball of heat expanding in your belly. Your legs shake and your back starts to strain at the angle.

“You gonna cum, slut?” Wanda ask, her hand tightening around your mouth as your moans become louder.

You moan in agreement and Wanda doesn’t stop her pace. “Go ahead pretty girl, cum on my cock”

You don’t need more before you wither and your juices spill on Wanda’s cock. You clench around her, she slows her pace as you come undone.

Your body pulsates as you calm down. Wanda releases her hands that hold your hands together and instead wraps them around your body. She lets her head fall onto your shoulder.

You both stay there for a minute before she goes to slip out of you. You turn around to face her and you pull her into a passionate, tired kiss. She’s holding onto your hips deepening the kiss. You break away and look down at the glistening cock.

“You made such a mess, princess” Wanda chuckles as she to stares down to.

You hum and drop to your knees, looking up at Wanda as she stares at your every movement. You take the cock into your mouth, slurping it clean before it pops out of your mouth. “There, nice and clean” you smirk up at Wanda, licking your lips of any residue.

She huffs and glides her thumb across your lips. “You look so pretty on your knees” she mindlessly observes.

You feel another wave of arousal pool in between your legs at the admiration in her eyes.

“Cmon” she delicately tugs you up. She tucks her strap back in and you pull your skirt down, moving to the mirror to make yourself look presentable.

Once you’re both done you go to leave and when you walk out there’s a lady waiting right outside the door. You duck down and Wanda just smiles apologetically at her. She grabs your hand you both walk out the restaurant and make it to your car. You get in the passenger seat and sigh as you stretch your back to crack some release.

Wanda smirks and places her hand on your thigh as she starts driving. “Just wait till we get home, baby, you won’t be able to walk or move for awhile”

[revasserium]

crave.

bakugou.   nsfw 

it’s always the oppressive heat of summer, when the air condenses into something heavy enough to weigh on the shoulders, when todoroki suddenly becomes even more popular than he already was because everyone wants to ask if he can cool it down, just a little. it’s always at times like these when bakugou starts to think he’s losing his mind to all this mindless heat, because there’s something so different to the heat of battle, or working out -- and this specific brand of burning feels a lot more like dying than growing up. 

you come to him like a breath of cold air on a brilliant winter morning, the ones that make people pause in their footsteps, lifting their faces to the sky to breathe out just to watch their breaths take solid shape as it ghosts towards the sky. 

you’re in class b, but one thing led to another you’d been transferred. 

“it’s hot, isn’t it?” 

he raises an eyebrow, wonders if girls have a thing for stating the complete obvious, but it’s too hot for him to bite back. so instead, he settles for, “hm.” 

you laugh, the sound tinkling against his skin, making him shiver even though it’s motherfucking satan degrees and he wonders if this isn’t just his mind finally losing it’s tenuous grip on reality in its attempt to keep him from overheating too much. 

“you’re deku’s friend, right?” 

he scoffs, because what the fuck did that nerd think he was doing, going around calling them friends, even though kirishima calls him out on it every time he tries to deny it. even though that damn nerd is the closest thing he’s ever had to a friend before coming here. even though sometimes, when he feels like screaming or crying or both, he finds himself wishing he were still young enough to charge down the street to deku’s house, pound on his door and demand that they go play heroes just so he could have somewhere to let out his energy. 

“yeah,” he says instead, because fine, they’re... friends. 

you smile, kick your legs over the side of the dorm’s front porch, leaning back on your arms as you stare at the sky. 

“wanna go see if we can sneak into the pool?” 

he looks at you then, because what? it’s such a dumb idea that he might laugh, but he finds himself nodding before he can stop himself, and holy shit is this what mineta is always going on about when he talks about hormones and the dumb shit it makes people do? 

you let out a gleeful laugh and pop to your feet, much too fast for his liking, but bakugou was never one to be outdone, so he follows suit. 

when you pull off your top and kick off your bottoms and dive into the water, bakugou blinks and tries to remember what it feels like to breathe, because he’s pretty sure he’s forgotten how to do it. and it’s not till you surface again, splashing him with a bright grin that he remembers, like a kick to the gut, and he’s choking before he’s even in the water. 

“remember when we first came here?” he grins, backing you into the side of the pool with a wicked grin on his face. 

“it was also the asscrack of summer, and stupid fucking hot.” 

you let out a soft groan, head tipping back as he leans down to trail his lips along your throat, fingers settling along the plush of your hips to pull you closer. 

“you just took off all your clothes and dove in, fucking tease.” his tongue makes quick work of your cohesive thoughts, till you’re nothing but coiled tension and panting breaths. 

“th-that was three years ago --” 

he growls deep in his chest, rucking your hips against his in the water, teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck and shoulders, making you moan. 

“what of it? so i like to hold grudges sometimes.” 

“i just -- i just thought you -- you looked like you could use a swim.” 

he grins savagely against your skin as he tugs aside the material of your bathing suit, pressing two fingers into you without so much as a warning, reveling in the way you arch up against him, your voice echoing along the walls of the poolhouse. 

even here, the air is stagnant, bloated with the summer heat, weighed down with humidity. but at least in the water, there’s some reprieve to be had yet -- still, bakugou wonders what the point is when the feeling of you clenching around him makes his skin boil hot enough to feel like burning from the inside out. he decides that it’s your fault, and plunges his fingers in and out of you fast enough for you to scream. 

“so fuckin’ hot,” he murmurs, though you’re sure he’s no longer talking about the weather, the way he pulls your legs around his waist, rutting his very obvious erection against your inner thigh. your fingers fist in his hair, and you don’t miss the way his hips twitch; you’d learned a lot about each other in three years, and he’s not the only one with a vindictive streak. 

you jerk his head back and meet his mouth with your own, your teeth clanking as you lick into his mouth, grinning as he moans low in the back of his throat, tugging his fingers from you to fumble with his swim trunks. it’s messy and needy and unrefined, the way he shoves the waistband of his shorts out of the way, hands settling back at your waist to pull you down over him. 

you let out a loud keen as he pushes into you, the sudden intrusion rough, his length and girth never failing to stretch you till you’re sure you’d break. he bites your tongue, sucks it into his mouth as he starts fucking into you proper, paying no mind to the fact that your hips are rutting back against the cold, hard wall of the pool, or that anyone could walk in and see you -- 

“fuckin’ -- shit --” 

he pants as he pulls away, fingers curling around your throat to hold you still; your vision blurs as he continues to pound into you, the sound of the water splashing nothing if not incriminating to anyone who might pass by. 

“ka-katsuki -- !” 

“that’s right -- you’re mine --” 

you whine, squeezing down around him if only to urge him deeper, faster, harder -- and as if he could read your thoughts, he complies, both hands reclaiming their position on either side of your hips, holding you still so he can fuck into you the way he likes. vaguely, you thank the gods that he decided to do this in the shallow end because you’re not sure what would happen if his feet couldn’t touch the ground. 

“so -- damn -- hot --” 

he reaches up to tug at one of your nipples, kneading it roughly between his fingers as he slams into you once, twice -- pushing you over the edge without any warning at all, fucking you through your orgasm till you’re raw and sensitive, breathless and tugging at his arm. his smile is wide and a little wild as he takes your hand, laces your fingers in an uncharacteristically gentle gesture, even as he shows no signs of slowing -- on the contrary, picking up speed as he chases his own release with a ruthless, singleminded intensity. 

“ -- fuck!” 

his hips stutter against yours, and you feel yourself twitch around him as he spills into you his head falling forward onto your shoulder, his entire body uncoiling with the dissipating tension. 

his breath is hot against your collarbone, and you squirm beneath him, reaching down to flick water at his cheeks with a tired little smile. 

“wanna head back to the dorms?” 

he groans, pulling back with a huff, “it’s too hot to move.” 

“we’re literally submerged in water.” 

he glares, “yeah, well i’m still fucking sweating.” 

“and who’s fault is that?” 

“yours,” he snaps, letting go of both your legs at the same time, watching with an amused smirk as you fumble in the water, dipping beneath the surface before coming back up again with a glare. 

“you’re the one who wanted to fuck in the pool.” 

“yeah, cause it would’ve been way too hot in the dorms.” 

“we have this thing called ac?” 

“tch. whatever.” 

you roll your eyes with a grin, “you just wanted to fuck in the pool.” 

he drags himself out of the water with a slight glare back at you, tugging awkwardly at his swim trunks. 

“you started it.” 

you follow behind him, also adjusting your bathing suit as you step out of the water. 

“right, i started it three years ago, when we first met and i asked if you wanted to go swimming cause you looked like you were about to die of a heatstroke.” 

he grins, “so long as you know.” 

you throw your towel at him, but he catches it midair and lunges for you, wrapping it around you tight enough to restrict your movements. like this, he hoises you over his shoulder, ignoring your various squawks of protest, laughing as he carries you back to the dorms. 

“katsuki! where the fuck are we going?!” 

“back to my room.” 

“what? why? i need to go change!” 

“nah, you won’t need clothes for what i’ve got planned.” 

you flush, trying to scowl at him from your very awkward position over his shoulder. it doesn’t quite work out as you planned. 

“i thought you said it was too hot to fuck in the dorms!” 

he smirks, smacking a hand down over your ass. 

“we have ac, remember?” 

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The Sound and the Fury Re-listen

Well, I've reached episode 7 in my Wolf 359 re-listen, which means it's time for:

The Sound and the Fury

In which Hera and Minkowski are fighting, Eiffel gets caught in the middle, and Hilbert just wants them all to submit to the biologically superior will of the Blessed Eternal.

Straight up, I should probably admit that I forgot about this episode, or rather I didn't link the episode title to the episode's events until I was listening to it. And then I was like "oh, yeah, this is that episode" all the way through. For whatever reason, I thought, in particular, that the plant monster didn't come back until Season 2, with The Paranoia Game. That said, I love the plant monster to a possibly unreasonable degree, so its return here was more than welcome, and the rest of the episode was also fun!

We open in the middle of an argument - and for once, it's not Eiffel's fault. In fact, Eiffel isn't even involved, except insofar as he's trapped in the middle between Hera and Minkowski, and is forced to be the voice of reason as the two of them have it out. 

And look, that is always going to be a funny set-up. Hera and Minkowski are both incredibly stubborn personalities, and not at all shy about asserting their opinions, so there's definitely potential for a comically drawn-out, petty argument there. And casting Eiffel as the reasonable, level-headed peacekeeper, in contrast to the two of them, is perfect. It's in character - Eiffel always has been the most pacifist crew member - but it's also a role he's just totally unsuited to, because faced with the combined stubbornness of Hera and Minkowski, he's outmatched, and he knows it.

In an effort not to get involved, then, Eiffel briefly runs through the week's schedule, in a section that isn't really linked to the rest of the episode, but is full of little oddities that remind us just how weird the Hephaestus is. They have a compulsory chess tournament that Hilbert always wins. They have movie night, but only a VHS of Home Alone 2. "On Friday we'll have mustard." It's so weird, and I love it.

We're interrupted, at this point, by Hilbert, who sounds very strange, even for him. And naturally, Eiffel ignores it completely at first, focussed as he is on the unfolding Hera-Minkowski conflict. I've said it before, but I'll say it again, for such a pop culture-savvy guy, Eiffel falls into literally every horror movie cliché. He's so oblivious!

For the rest of us, it's obvious that something's wrong, and our suspicions are confirmed when we learn over the course of his conversation with Eiffel that Hilbert went looking for the plant monster, which now seems to be mind-controlling him, to the point where he's convinced that it's "the most evolutionarily competitive lifeform on this station, the most deserving of life."

And okay, I love the plant monster, but that's very alarming, and is made even more so by the fact that it's something that Hilbert might conceivably have said anyway? I mean, it's cold and Darwinistic and smacks of eugenics, yes, but it also has a callous ruthlessness to it that's totally Hilbert's style, as well as that trademark lack of concern for human life. It's like the plant monster just exaggerated what was already there, turned the mad scientist dial up to eleven. In other words, it made Hilbert even more Hilbert-y.

Luckily, Eiffel realises soon enough that something's wrong, and goes to warn Minkowski. Minkowski, being a mature, rational individual, immediately drops her argument with Hera and goes to - oh, wait, no, she does basically the opposite of that, ignoring Eiffel in favour of continuing her argument with Hera. Great. Good job, Commander.

It's at this point, of course, that we finally learn exactly what Minkowski and Hera are arguing about. And is it petty. Turns out, Minkowski wants Hera to submit reports on the various systems she runs around the station in case there's an emergency, but also just because Minkowski wants to know what's going on behind the scenes. We don't get to hear Hera's side of things just yet, but already, we can see the irony in Minkowski's arguments. Sure, she wants to be better appraised of everything going on onboard the Hephaestus in case of an emergency - but her stubbornness here means she's missing the emergency that's unfolding right under her nose!

Eiffel's attempts to make her see sense don't really help either, at this juncture. Instead, they just get him dragged into Minkowski and Hera's argument. Which I'm sure is that last thing he wants, because those two play dirty. First Minkowski pressures him into saying, to Hera's face, that he doesn't think AIs should be trusted. And then Hera, angry, plays Eiffel's words from earlier back to Minkowski, twisting what he said around so that both parties are angry at him. As a result, Eiffel ends up walking an impossibly thin line, trying to appease both of his friends, while keeping himself out of their argument as best he can and while getting increasingly frustrated with the both of them. It's a painfully awkward situation, and I genuinely feel sorry for him.

That said, the argument that then plays out is fascinating to me, because I think it shines a really interesting light on the power dynamics onboard the Hephaestus, putting the focus on Hera and Minkowski's relationship in a way that we haven't really seen before. Up until now, after all, they seem to have worked in tandem pretty well, with Minkowski giving orders and Hera carrying them out. Here, for the first time, we see a tension between them, stemming from the fact that Minkowski, as the commanding officer, nominally has the most power onboard the Hephaestus, while Hera, as the ship's AI, probably actually has the most power, between her vast sensory array, her huge databanks, and her literally running the entire Hephaestus. Yes, Minkowski is technically in charge, purely by virtue of her being a human. But Hera, on a day-to-day basis, is actually more crucial to their ongoing mission - even though, as an AI, she doesn't get to hold an official ranking position.

That's possibly why Hera takes Eiffel's well-meaning dismissal ("It's just her programming") so personally. It's a reminder of her different, subordinate status, and it reeks of a double standard - she's right that nobody would think to blame a human's erratic behaviours on their biology. That would be patronising, right? As much as Eiffel means well, writing Hera's reactions off as mere programming strips her of her agency - something that comes up again and again in her character arc. How much is Hera responsible for her actions, if she can also be programmed to act a certain way? In what ways has she been "made" a certain way, against her will? And how can she best deal with that while still retaining a sense of agency and control over her life and identity?  They're big, complicated questions, and we're only really scratching the surface here, but I do think it's a solid foundation for later developments. At the very least, we get the impression that Hera doesn't like to be reduced to her programming - and rightly so, I suspect. To some extent, at least, she is more than just the code that she is made of, just like humans are more than the sum of their biology. And that's a good thing to be establishing now, buried in the middle of a relatively low-stakes argument, before the more plotty stuff kicks off later on in the show.

And of course, it also bleeds into Hera and Minkowski's argument, which really picks up steam at this point, after an impassioned but ultimately futile speech from Eiffel about how it's a stupid fight to begin with and how making him pick sides is dumb and unfair. Hera, ignoring this, accuses Minkowski of feeling threatened by the big, powerful AI. That, for Hera, is why Minkowski is micromanaging her. It's because she's a typical human, insecure about an AI having more power than her.

Hera's point is almost immediately complicated by Minkowski, who rightly points out that the issue, for her, isn't that Hera's an AI. It's that Hera' unreliable. She keeps breaking down and glitching, and so the crew keep experiencing emergencies that could maybe be avoided if Hera would just give Minkowski the reports she wants. We've seen Hera break down as recently as last episode, and so this does kind of ring true, even if the way that Minkowski brings up Hera' vocal glitching feels like a bit of a low blow.

Both of them, then, have a point, and I think it's also worth noting that it's also, as Minkowski points out to Eiffel, a question of protocol. Whether Hera likes it or not, Minkowski is, technically, her commanding officer, and should be able to just give her commands and demand reports from her. Refusing to do so undermines Minkowski's authority. That said, Hera didn't exactly have a choice when it came to joining whatever weird sort-of military thing Goddard has going on. She never signed up for the whole "commanding officer" thing, so why should she obey Minkowski? Because she's programmed to?

It's messy, grey situation, with no clear answers, and it's worth noting that the argument doesn't really get resolved. Neither Minkowski nor Hera back down at any point. Instead, a combination of Eiffel calling them out for being childish and Hilbert attempting a coup snaps them out of it, reminding them that they have bigger problems right now. There is a time and a place for the discussion they were having. But that time is not now, and so they decide, without really discussing it, to set aside their grievances. It's not that their respective opinions aren't valid. But keeping each other (and the rest of the crew) safe comes first, and so they bond over being annoyed at Eiffel, and they set off to save Hilbert. It's sweet, in a way, and I like how quickly they both just get on with it. And Eiffel's dejected resignation at the end is the cherry on top. Bless him.

And so we get to the end of an episode that, while it's reliably funny, also gives us an outline of the main points in an argument that we probably should have seen coming. It's yet another example of how stress and tension can easily build up in the contained, isolated atmosphere of the Hephaestus - only this time, we don't get Eiffel cracking and hoarding toothpaste, we get Hera and Minkowski cracking and unleashing the titular sound and fury. The points raised get us thinking, in particular, about Hera's status, as an AI, but also just as a member of the Hephaestus' crew. Eiffel, meanwhile, is forced into a responsible, mediating role that he is neither comfortable in nor particularly good at. And at the end of the day, we're reassured that Minkowski and Hera do, at least, have their priorities straight. Arguing over reports is fine and dandy, but it's not worth getting killed over.

And of course, perhaps most excitingly, the plant monster returns. Surrender your flesh, and feed your new master :)

 Miscellaneous thoughts:

It doesn't escape my attention that this is the second title that's a Shakespeare reference. Keeping it classy there, Doug

"Umm... that's all it says for Friday."

The schedule bit is basically the Night Vale Community Calendar segment, but in space

Hilbert's voice in this is sooo weird and dull and creepy ugh

I know the science of it isn't really the focus here, and I'm 100% down with that, but also how does a plant mind control people?!? I want to know!

"Our operating system is a tin-headed, insubordinate, feckless fool!"

"Sit your Swiss ass down, and take a side, Doug."

Aww, Eiffel just sounds so confused and stressed-out by the whole situation :(

And finally we get the obvious Little Shop of Horrors plant monster joke :)

I didn't go into much detail about Eiffel in this, but his speech where he finally gets them to shut up and work together again is also great and I love it jsyk

"Shut up, Plant-Hilbert." Bwahahahaha.

[fanofnightz]

Booze (Part 5)

Nikki Sixx x Reader

Summary: You are the lead singer of the opening act of Mötley Crüe and your band has been touring with them for about two months now. After a show, you have an argument with your mum and find yourself drinking with Nikki on the roof of your hotel which leads to you telling him about your demons. As you wake up on the next day, you ask Nikki to keep quiet about what has happened, regretting that you have told him so much about yourself. After the next show, you start to flirt with Vince to forget about Nikki, but the bass player gets jealous and you end up making out with him and heading to his hotel room, where you experience a hot night. After it, Nikki asks you to stay, but you get scared and leave while he is still asleep. The next day, you desperately try to avoid Nikki. That evening, he follows you while you leave from a party to get new booze and confronts you with his true feelings about you. You turn him down, knowing that a realationship wouldn't be good for both of you. Nikki understands, but wants you to at least be with him for the night, so you end up in his bed again.

Words: about 7900

Warnings: coursing, angst, drinking, drug use, fluff, mentions of smut

Note: Oh wow, I've never laughed AND cried while writing a chapter but I guess there's always a first time. Anyway, enjoy this part of Booze, it's a rollercoaster of emotions.

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The following week, there wasn't a night that you didn't spend with Nikki, tangled up in the sheets of his bed. During the days, you avoided each other as much as possible, but after the shows, when the adrenalin had kicked in and both of you were drunk and a little high, the tension just got too much. You ended up making out in empty rooms and hidden corners, wary of the fact that nobody was allowed to see you like that.

After that, you headed to Nikki's room and Nikki made love to you in the sweetest ways possible. He held you closer than you ever knew someone was able to hold you and kissed you as if it was the last time because he never knew if he would get to kiss you like this ever again. He took his time while his hands carassed your body and remembered ever inch of it. While you were with him, there always was this special sparkle in his eyes, making you feel like you were the only woman he wanted to be with.

He loved you in such a tender way that you sometimes allowed yourself to get lost in his touch. And in these few moments, you forgot about all the problems and the issues and you were able to imagine a world in which Nikki and you were nothing more than two people who fell in love. Two people who actually had a future together.

After that, when both of you had given each other everything you were able to give, you always left Nikki's room immediately. He never asked you to stay and he never said a word about the feelings he had towards you and you were thankful that he did so. You already felt bad enough for torturing him like this and you didn't have the power to turn him down again.

You knew that it would've been better for both of you if you didn't hook up every night. And you knew that it got worse with every day that passed. But you were way too selfish to let Nikki go completely and maybe he was too.

Even if you didn't really want to admit it - you needed Nikki and his love. You needed him close to you and you needed everything he wanted to give to you. But everytime this realisation hit you, you pushed it as far away from you as possible. You didn't want to accept that you slowly fell for the black haired bass player.

On one of your rare free days, you were sitting in a tiny recording studio in Cleveland, messing with the guitar in your lap and thinking of the night before instead of putting all of your attention towards the song you were working on. The song you had written just a few hours before Nikki had told you that you were more to him than just a hook-up.

Nikki had loved you for four hours straight, but most of the time, he had just held you in his arms, playing with your hair and placing gentle kisses on your cheek, your neck and your shoulder. As you had left, the early sunlight had already made it's way through the thick white curtains and on your way back to your hotel room, you had almost bumped into Vince, who had been on the way to his room as way. He had just looked at you with tired eyes and messy hair, the smell of sex still on his body and he had smirked at you with a knowing sparkle in his eyes. You still were grateful that he hadn't made a big deal out of it.

Brian started to play a loud drum solo and you got pulled back into reality. You hated yourself for the fact that you were so zoned out lately. This song was so important to you and now you didn't manage to work on it properly because the main thing on your mind was Nikki fucking Sixx.

It was almost a little silly: with the new song, the tour, the problems with your mother and the article that had followed (and that some asshole had asked you about at least ten times in an interview that you had done three days ago) you had enough stuff to be worried about. Still, Nikki and your complicaded relationship was the only thing that kept you up at night and that distracted you from your work.

Of course, the others had recognized it too. They had recognized that you were deep in your thoughts a lot lately and that you left way too early when you were partying (thank god, they hadn't recognized that Nikki always left at the same time as you did) but they probably thought that the issues with your mother and the fact that everyone knew about it now were the only reason for you to be like this.

"What if we speed up the bridge a little so you can make the next verse a little longer?", Dan asked you and sat down next to you on an old gray couch.

You stopped playing the guitar and looked at him, trying to understand what he just had said. It took you a few seconds, but then it clicked and you nodded in agreement. "Yeah, sounds good."

Dan furrowed his brows a little and took a sip out of the bottle of Jack Daniels that stood on a table in front of you. "You're so zoned out lately.", he said, still looking at you as if he was trying to figure something out, "It's like half of you isn't really here. As if you want to be somewhere else."

"I'm fine, don't worry.", you answered a little too fast and started to play the melody of the new song on your guitar again.

"I've got this weird feeling that it isn't just the article about you and your mum. It's something else.", Dan continued talking as if he hadn't heard what you had said.

You stopped playing and started to tense up a little. "I said I'm fine.", you hissed and it sounded a lot more rude than you had wanted it to be. "Don't worry."

"You know that you can talk to us, right?", Dan now asked with a soft voice and you took a deep breath and smiled a fake smile at him.

"I know.", you nodded, "I trust you." And that wasn't even a lie. You trusted your bandmates more than anyone else. But there were things you weren't able to talk about and Nikki was one of these things.

It seemed like Dan wanted to say something, but you started talking again before he was able to open his mouth. "I think we're almost finished with the instumental part.", you said, changing the subject, "If everything goes well, then we can record the vocal part on our next free day."

Luckily, your next free day was in four days already. You hated recording a new song when you were on tour and having to take a break from it for several days because your tight schedule didn't allow lots of days off.

Dan just nodded and stood up again to leave you alone with your guitar and your thoughts. Of course, they immediately went back to Nikki. How long would you be able to play this ruthless game until both of you broke apart because of it?

-

It was late in the evening as you got back to your hotel. You and the boys had managed to get in the same taxi, so all of you arrived in the hotel lobby together.

You were in a good mood, the recording of the instrumental part of the new song was finished and it sounded awesome. Still, you were tired from working in the studio for about ten hours straight.

You wanted nothing more than taking a shower and going to bed and the boys were planning on doing the same thing, but then the receptionist called you as the four of you walked by his desk.

"I've got a message for White Riot from Tommy Lee of Mötley Crüe.", the blond man in the black uniform informed you and handed Brian a messily folded piece of paper. The name of your band was skribbled on top of it in big letters.

Brian folded it apart and his eyes skimmed over it for a few seconds. Then a huge smile appeared on his face.

"It's mud wrestle night at the Diamond Men's!", he called out and suddenly, all tiredness disappeared out of the eyes of your bandmates. "The other's are there already and they're waiting for us! The first round of drinks is on them!"

It was crazy how alive the boys were all of a sudden. The question if they would be going to the club wasn't needed at all. You just rolled your eyes in amusement and smiled.

"You're coming with us, right?", Chris turned to you, running a hand through his long hair. Just two weeks ago, this question would've been silly. You would've been the first one to enter the club, ready for drinking and partying until the next morning. But now, after the last few days in which you had been so weirdly different, your bandmates didn't know what they had to expect from you.

"Of course!", you answered, not only because you didn't want them to be worried about you, but also because you really wanted to go. The fact that Nikki was there was one of the main reasons, but you didn't want to think much about that.

Even though you had wanted to do it just a minute ago, showering and going to bed wasn't even an option now. To prove that you still were the same person you had always been, you turned around and went back to the big door that you had walked through before. Your fast steps were to be heard in the whole lobby because of your heavy boots on the wooden floor.

"C'mon then, boys!", you shouted with a look back on your bandmates, "I want to get my free drink as fast as possible!"

Before you looked away, you spotted the smile that had appeared on the lips of all of them. They were more than just a little relieved that you seemed to be your well-known, party-loving self again. You realized that the last one and a half weeks must've been hard for your bandmates because they had been in a constant worry about you. So you decided to be like your normal self tonight, even if you didn't feel like it at all.

Tonight, you would push away every thought of Nikki and your mum and everything else and you would party until the sun came up again. With a little help of some booze and coke, you thought, this can't be impossible.

-

The big neon sign in front of the club was shining in a bright pink as you got out of the cab. It blinded you a little, so you narrowed your eyes, but the big smile on your lips didn't fade away. Tonight: mud wrestling, you read on a tinier sign that was right underneath the big sign.

Your bandmates got out of the cab as well and Brian gave a few dollar bills to the driver, who seemed to be really annoyed. Of course he was - it wasn't easy to drive your band around.

After you took a few fast steps, you reached the entrace door to the strip club that was painted black with the white silouettes of some girls on it.

Then you pushed the door open and stepped inside the big smoky room. The light was dimmed and coloured in a dark pink, coming from lots of little headlight that were placed all over the ceiling. All over the room, there were tables with long tablecloths on them and you immediately figured that some of the men on the tables didn't have the cloths covering their laps because they had spilled their drinks. In between the tables, there were little round platforms with poles in the middle of them, each of them with a girl dancing on it. In the back of the room (usually, there was a big stage) were three flat pools, each of them filled with mud in wich two girls were fighting and trying to steal the bra of their rival.

On a big table, right in the front of the pools, you spotted Mötley Crüe. They clearly were drunk and on drugs - their laughters and dirty jokes were to be heard all over the room, even though loud music was coming from big speakers in each corner of the room. At the moment, Hot For Teacher by Van Halen was playing.

You and your bandmates started walking up to the other band and you tried to ignore the dirty looks the men that were sitting on the tables that you walked by were shooting in your direction. By now, you had gotten used to it. No matter what strip club you entered, you always had some eyes on you because of the fact that you were one of the few women in the club that weren't dancing.

As you and the boys got closer to the long table Mötley Crüe was sitting on, Tommy recognized you and a big smile appeared on his lips. "Guys!", he shouted, his voice already rhaspy from all the alcohol that had passed his lips, "Look who finally joins us!"

The other members of Mötley Crüe turned their heads now as well and you greeted all of them with a wide smile, trying to ignore that Nikki looked at you in a far more intense way than his bandmates. "Hi boys", you winked and sat down on one of the four chairs on the table that still were free, "I've heard that my first drink is on you."

Tommy, who was sitting next to you, laughed and put his arm up to wave a waitress over. A brunette girl that was wearing shorts that just covered half of her butt and a pink bra came over to the table and Tommy smiled at her while checking her out.

"Could you please bring us another round of Whisky? For eight people, this time.", he ordered your drinks and licked his lips while she nodded and left to get the liquor.

Brian, who had sat down in front of you, had a smutty grin on his lips and his eyes were glued to the girls that were fighting in the muddy pool. "Damn, I love this club!", he mumbled, "These girls are hotter than hell!"

Mick, who was sitting next to him and in front of Tommy, rolled his eyes and took a sip of his Whisky. Nobody really noticed, but you saw him pulling a face as he moved his arm to put down the bottle again. In the last few days, the pain in his back had gotten even worse. He must had seen that you were a little concerned about him because now, he looked at you with a warning glare.

You looked away really quick and your eyes met Nikki's, who was sitting next to the guitarist. A soft smile formed on his lips and you smiled back but looked down on the table after a second. Then you turned to Tommy.

"When did you get here?", you asked and tried to ignore that his lap was covered by the tablecloth. If you would've moved your foot just a little, you could've kicked the girl that was sucking him off at the moment. But you didn't do it because first, it was rude, second, she just wanted to make some money and third, you liked Tommy and wanted him to have fun.

"About an hour ago.", the drummer replied, "We wanted to wait for you at the hotel but then we left because we didn't know when you would come back."

"Yeah.", you nodded, "we've been in the studio for about ten hours before we finally got back to the hotel."

"How is it going?", Tommy asked and you were impressed by the way he managed to keep a conversation going even though some chick was sucking his dick at the same time.

"Really good!", you smiled, "We're finished with the instrumental part and next time, we'll record my vocals."

"Hey, maybe you could do a song with Vince one day!", Tommy suggested and turned to his right to talk to Vince, who's eyes were glued to the strippers in front of him. One of them had managed to take her rivals bra off. "Vinnie! What do you think? A song featuring you and Y/N?"

Vince slowly turned around to you and Tommy and emptied his drink. "The fans would love it.", he nodded and smiled at you.

"But don't get handsy when you're in the recording booth together!", Tommy laughed and winked. Immediately, you saw Nikki turning his head and shooting death stares at Tommy and Vince.

"Don't worry.", Vince shook his head, "I won't touch her." While talking, he had turned to face Nikki and by the way Nikki looked at Vince now, you recognized that Nikki had realized that Vince knew that something was going on between the bassist and you. Then Nikki gave Vince a light nod that no one but Vince and you seemed to see.

The waitress came back with your drinks and Tommy shoved a few bills in her pocket. She wanted to leave but you stopped her and with a gentle smile, you gave her another bill. She smiled at you, told you a honest Thank You and left. Before White Riot had taken off, you had been a waitress in several restaurants and clubs as well, so you knew how hard this job was. And it was even harder in a strip club, where most men didn't keep their hands to themselves. You had managed to serve drink in a stip club for a week, then it had gotten too much and you had quitted the job. You had a lot of respect for the girls who managed to do this job for months and years.

You grabbed your drink and held it up. "Cheers!", you said loudly and took a few big sips. The Whisky made its way down your throat and left a warm and burning feeling in your body. "Now the party can start!", you laughed.

And it did. In the next few hours, you drowned every kind of liquor that got in your way. Not because you were sad or angry - just because you really started to have fun after some time (and after your first line of cocaine). You laughed and joked along with the boys, slowly finding your way back to the woman you had been before your mother had visited you in New York.

By the time the clock hit 2, you were so drunk that everything was turning, but not drunk enough to lose control over yourself. You were sitting on a chair near the mud pools, heavily breathing and practically glowing because until a minute ago, you had danced on top of the table, along with Tommy, Vince, Chris and Brian. Dan had excused himself around one o'clock and had left with one of the waitresses. Mick and Nikki were still there too, but they hadn't danced with you. Mick because of his back and Nikki because... well, you didn't know why but while you had danced on the table, Nikki had sat next to Mick and had glared at you as if he had wanted to rip your clothes off right there on the spot.

Talking about Nikki - a stripper made her way up to him at the moment, smiling at him seductively. You couldn't help but feeling the urge to push her away from him.

But it seemed like you didn't even need to do that because after a minute of her approaching him, he shook his head violently and she turned around and left. Then Nikki turned his head to look in your direction and you quickly looked away.

After a few seconds, you dared to look back at him and let out a sigh of relief as you saw that he wasn't looking at you anymore. But Mick was, in fact, looking at you.

Your heart started to beat faster as the guitarist got up from his chair and walked up to you. He knows!, you thought in panic and for a moment, you played with the thought of just running away. But you stayed right where you were and just shyly smiled at Mick as he sat down next to you.

"Ok listen up", he sighed, "I don't know what is going on between you and Nikki but you have to end it now."

"I don't know what you're talking about.", you tried to lie but Mick didn't believe you and gave you his best Are-you-serious-face.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N.", he said and you bit your lips, "Maybe these other idiots don't see it but I do see it really well! How long did you think nobody would notice the way you act around each other? Or the fact that you always leave at the same time?"

"I don't know.", you mumbled, "I don't know what to do! I already tried to stop it!"

"I don't want to know what you did and what happened. It's not my business. But I do know that Nikki is really zoned out lately. Usually, I don't care about stuff like this, but now it affects our work! Last night on stage, he either missed his parts or played the wrong stuff!", Mick told you and all the bad feeling that you had managed to surpress during the last few hours came back to you.

"I've recognized it too.", you admitted, "I'm trying to fix it but it's... complicated."

"There's nothing complicated about it when you look at it from another perspective.", Mick shook his head, "You either end it completely and stop getting his hopes up or you finally get over whatever it is that keeps you from being his girlfriend and finally confess your undying love to him or whatsoever."

You sighed and nodded. You knew that you had to end it. But a big part of you didn't want to and it scared the shit out of you.

Mick nodded too and got up again to walk back to his seat next to Nikki, who had watched you talking to Mick from afar.

You emptied the beer in your hand and closed your eyes for a moment. You needed something to make you forget about what Mick had said and you needed it as soon as possible.

A few minutes later, you watched two strippers leave the pool that was the closest to you. Two new girl would come out of the dressing rooms in five to ten minutes, until then, the muddy pool was empty. And as you sat there and looked at it, an idea crept into your mind and a devilish smile appeared on your lips.

"Boys!", you shouted and stood up from your chair, running a hand through your hair that was wet from sweat. The others, who just had snorted some lines of coke, all looked at you, waiting for what you were up to next. They had recognized that sound in your voice that was only there when you had gotten an idea that was rather dumb or crazy or the best idea ever. Sometimes, it was all three.

"The pool is empty.", you told them and pointed at said pool. It needed nothing more than these few words and the sparkle in your eyes. All of them understood what you wanted to do.

Brian was the first one to get up from his chair, a boyish grin on his lips. Tommy followed shortly after. Then Chris, Vince and Nikki stood up too. Only Mick stayed where he was and in that moment, you hated his disease more than anything else.

As if someone had given you a sign, all of you started to run to the pool in the exact same second, jumping into the mud while you were fully clothed in boots, leather pants and t-shirts or tank tops. The only exception was Tommy. He had kind of lost his shirt within the last hour.

You laughed and tried to put Chris in a headlock, but he was way taller and stronger than you, so he just picked you up from the ground and threw you into the mud. Next you knew was that Tommy kept pushing you down while Brian covered your whole body with mud until there wasn't a spot on you that wasn't dirty.

You laughed and squealed all the way through and finally managed to free yourself. Then you jumped on Brian's back and he fell into the mud face first. Meanwhile, Tommy and Chris had started to wrestle with Vince and Nikki. While Chris and Nikki were just a little dirty, Tommy and Vince were as muddy as you were.

You and Brian stood up again and with one look at Chris and Nikki, you knew what to do. You looked at each other and nodded, then you jumped forward. Brian started to pin Chris to the ground and you straight up jumped onto Nikki so he lost balance and fell over.

Giggling, the two of you landed in the mud next to each other and you grabbed a handful of it and threw it right onto his face. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his mouth closed too while his body was shaking from laughters. Then he whiped the mud off of his face and got on his knees so he was looking down on you.

"Oh no, no, no, no!", you laughed as he grinned like the devil himself and you wanted to get up and hide behind Tommy, who was throwing mud onto Vince at the moment, but before you were even able to move, Nikki had grabbed as much mud as he was able to. Then he threw all of it onto your face. You tried to whipe it off, but he just kept throwing new mud onto you.

"Vince!", you gasped in between laughters, "Help me!" The blond singer was the closest to you, so he seemed to be the first one to be able to help you.

"Nah, I think you're fine.", Vince just replied with a cheeky smile, then he turned around to fight Brian, who had tried to sneak up to him to throw him into the mud.

"Fuck you!", you shouted at him and squealed as new mud fell onto your face. "Nikki! Stop it!"

You heard his rough laugh and kicked your legs up in the air while you laughed as well and tried to cover your face with your arms.

The bass player finally stopped and you carefully opened up your eyes. Nikki still looked down on you, a cheeky sparkle in his blue green eyes and a wide smile on his lips. You smiled back and for a moment, you felt so much different feelings towards Nikki that it was almost too much for you to handle.

"You're an asshole, Sixx.", you smiled and stood up, pushing your muddy hair back, "I hope you know that."

"I know it damn well, Hot Stuff.", Nikki winked at you and stood up too, "But you're an asshole as well so I think we're good."

You playfully slapped his upper arm. Then you turned around and watched Vince, Tommy and Brian trying to push Chris into the mud.

"I think we should help them.", you laughed and Nikki nodded.

"You want to help three people who are fighting against one poor guitarist.", he shook his head and laughed, "I think your much more of an asshole than I am."

"Shut up, Sixx.", you rolled your eyes and smiled at him. Then you took two fast steps forward and tried to help the others to finally push Chris into the mud.

Your guitarist fought against all of you with everything he had, but as Nikki joined, he finally gave up and fell into the mud. You laughed as everyone fell over as well and landed on Chris' back, who gasped a little as he had to carry the weight of five people all of a sudden.

"What the fuck?", a loud voice from ouside the pool suddenly shouted and all of you looked up and saw two strippers in white bikinis who looked at you in confusion. One of the security guards of the club was right next to them.

"You guys better leave our mud pool and our club as fast as possible or I'll get my friends over here too and we'll throw you out of here within seconds!", he said with a firm voice that didn't accept any talk-backs.

Still giggling, all of you stood up and got out of the pool. You must've looked really weird: six drunk grown up people on drugs that were covered in mud from head to toe, giggling like little school girls.

Followed by the security guard, you left the club, catching lots of weird looks on the way out. Mick came out of the club a minute later. He hadn't wanted to be seen with you in there.

"I'm way too old for this shit.", he grumbled and tried to ignore all of you.

You didn't even try to wave a cab over that would bring you back to your hotel. Instead, you decided to walk, which was kind of uncomfortable with your clothes being all muddy and wet and cold. You were certain that you would have to throw all of them away after you had gotten to the hotel because you would never be able to get all of the mud out of them. Damn, you thought, that was one of my favourite Aerosmith-shirts!

Now, without all of the drugs, booze and loud music, your thoughts took over your mind again and you remembered what Mick had said. He was right: you had to end it. Just thinking about it made you want to cry. And thinking about the fact that it made you cry made you want to throw up.

You were walking next to Tommy, who was talking about a dream he had had, but you weren't listening at all. Tommy knew that, but he just continued talking and smiling like the actual sunshine he was. His teeth looked really white compared to the dark mud on his face.

Then you walked past a lamp post with some signs with street names on it and you stopped walking and stared at the signs. Steal one, steal one, steal one!, the alcohol in your brain whispered and you couldn't help but listen to it.

"Tommy!", you called the dark haired drummer and he stopped walking and looked back at you, "I really want this sign!" You pointed at the sign that had the name French Street on it.

"Okay.", Tommy shrugged his shoulders and walked up to you. You gave him a wide smile.

"Get on my shoulders.", he demanded and got on his knees. You did it immediately, holding onto his long hair and giggling as he stood up and almost fell over.

He slowly walked up to the lamp post and you smiled happily as you realized that you were on the perfect height to grab the sign. You started to try and shake the sign and pulled it violently in your direction. It wasn't that hard to get it a little looser.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?", Vince, who had came up to you, asked and you stopped what you were doing and looked down on him. Then you giggled again.

"You're tiny.", you laughed and he raised his brows.

"I'm taller than you, Y/N.", he said and you violently shook your head and giggled again.

"No", you answered, "at the moment, you're not."

Tommy started to laugh and you held on tight to his hair because you were scared that you would fall down if his shoulders shook too much.

"Can you please tell me what you are doing?", Vince sighed reminding you of the sign you still wanted to steal.

"We're stealing this sign.",you answered his question and continued pulling at the sign.

"Why are you stealing this sign?", the blond singer now asked and you looked at him again.

"Because it says French Street!", you explained, "I've never been to France, Vinnie! Maybe this is the closest I'll ever get to that country! I need this sign!"

In that moment, your explanation totally made sense to you. And Vince seemed to get it now, too.

"Nikki!", he shouted and Nikki, who had been walking with Mick, Chris and Brian just a few meters away, came over to you. The others followed.

"Nikki, you have to help me!", Vince said as Nikki stood next to him, "We need to get Y/N to France! I have to get on your shoulders!"

While taking, Vince pointed at the sign and you looked down on both of them, nodding enthusiastically.

Nikki took one look at you and at the sign, then he nodded and got on his knees so Vince was able to get on his shoulders. Chris and Brian watched, laughing and cracking jokes, while Mick just shook his head and seemed to be completely done with the world.

Nikki stood up again and now you were able to look Vince in the face. "You're an angel, Vinnie!", you smiled and he rolled his eyes. Then he grabbed the sign and started to shake it. You did the same.

It took a while, but after lots of shaking and pulling and swearing, the two of you finally held the sign in your hands.

Smiling, you gave Vince a high-five and hugged him, what wasn't that easy considering the fact that you still were on Nikki's and Tommy's shoulders.

"Thank you so much, Vinnie!", you mumbled into his shoulder while hugging him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, lovebirds!", Tommy shouted from underneath you, "Stop cuddling and finally get off of us!"

You laughed and leaned back again, the sign in your hand. You looked at it proudly.

Vince got off of Nikki's shoulders first, then you gave him the sign to hold and Tommy knelt down so it was easier for you to get off of his shoulders as well. Vince gave the sign back to you and you looked at the boys, overwhelmed by the fact that they had helped you immediately.

"Look!", you called out and held up the sign, "It's beautiful and I'll keep it forever!"

You heard Brian and Chris laughing behind you and turned around with a warning look on your face. But with all the (now almost dry) mud on your face and in your hair, they didn't take you serious at all and just continued laughing.

You rolled your eyes and spinned back to the boys of Mötley Crüe. You had moved a little too fast, because now, everything around you was turning a little.

"Whatever.", you shrugged your shoulders, "I owe you something for helping me."

You first kissed Tommy's cheek and then Nikki's. It took you a few seconds until you realized what you had done and why Nikki looked so surprised. This had been the first time that you had shown some affection towards him while other people were around to see it.

Suddenly really shy, you bit your lips and looked down on the ground, then you turned away as fast as possible, hoping that no one had seen what had happened between the lines.

In your head, you started to course yourself. You wanted to stop being this close to Nikki. You had to. And still, you fooled around with him in the mud pool and showed way too much affection towards him. Again, you brought his hopes up, knowing that you would have to turn him down. And you just did it because you were too selfish to let him go. You were a terrible person.

You held on tight to the sign in your hand as you realized that the other were looking at you. Putting on a wide fake smile, you looked up from the ground and continued to play the role of the woman you usually were.

"I don't know what you guys are up to, but I really want to take a shower now", you winked and started to walk down the street again, "Who wants to join?"

Then you turned around again and while turning, you added: "I won't do it with you, Blondie." As you looked at Vince, you saw him slowly lowering his hand.

Both of you laughed but then he got serious really quick. "Did you just call me Blondie?", he asked and there was a dangerous sparkle in his eyes. But with all the mud on his face and clothes and in his hair, it was really hard to be afraid of him.

"Yes, Blondie.", you nodded and laughed , "I did."

"Usually, I would've killed you by now.", Vince muttered, "But you're pretty and I like you so I won't do it."

You laughed again, then you tuned away to continue walking back to the hotel, craving for a shower to wash off all the mud on your body and all the thoughts about the fact that you had to end your complicated relationship with Nikki.

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Back in your hotel room, you peeled yourself out of your muddy clothes and threw them into the trash can without thinking twice, pushing away the thought of your beloved Aerosmith shirt.

It was four in the morning and you just wanted to go to bed, but you forced youself to take a shower first. You wouldn't get to sleep anyway - there were loud moans coming from the room next to you. Fuck you, Dan, you thought and rolled your eyes as they got louder. 

But even if the moans wouldn't be there - you knew that you wouldn't sleep this night. The thought of having to turn Nikki down completely made you feel wide awake, even though your body was more than just a little exhausted.

You remembered the way Nikki had looked at you as you had arrived on your hotel floor. He had expected you to knock on his door after you had finished showering. By now, he didn't know that you wouldn't sleep with him tonight. That you wouldn't sleep with him ever again.

Thinking of him, waiting for you to show up, made you want to cry, but you bit your lips and surpressed the tears.

It took a long time until you had managed to get all of the mud off of your body and out of your hair, but then you finally stepped out of the shower, ready to go to bed.

You rubbed your body dry with a towel and put your wet hair up in a messy bun because you were way to tired to blow-dry it. Then you wanted to put on some comfortable panties and an old oversized t-shirt to sleep in, but you froze in your movements as you reached out to grab the pieces of clothing.

I can't just not go, you thought, It's cruel to let him wait for me the whole night. If I want to end this, then I should do it now instead of trying to avoid it.

Ignoring the big lump in your throat, you put on some old faded blue jeans and a black Led Zeppelin hoodie and headed to the door of your hotel room.

As you stepped out into the hallway, you first looked left and right to make sure that no one was around to see you walking over to Nikki's door. A part of you almost wanted someone to be there, so you were able to get back in your room again without having to speak to Nikki, but the hallway was empty, so you took a few slow steps towards Nikki's room.

Time went by way too fast and suddenly, you found yourself standing in front of his door, slowly raising your fist to knock. Praying that he hadn't heard you, you waited for him to open the door.

Then you suddenly realized that you didn't even know what to say to Nikki. Your head was completely empty. You played with the thought of running back to your hotel room to grab a piece of paper and write down some things to say, but then Nikki opened the door and it was too late.

A wide smile appeared on his lips as he saw that it was you - but it faded away as he recognized the look on your face. He stepped aside so you were able to get in and you took a deep breath before you walked past him.

You walked over to the big window on the other side of the room and stared out at the city, unable to look at the black haired bassist.

"We need to talk, Nikki.", you managed to say after a full minute of silence, "We have to stop this."

He didn't say a word, so you turned around to look at him. He was standing in the middle of the room, looking at you with so much sadness in his eyes that you felt the tears coming up. You had to blink a few times to prevent them from falling down.

"We've let this happen for way too long now.", you tried to explain with a shaking voice, "It's slowly killing both of us and now it's affecting our work! We can't go on like this!"

Nikki took a step in your direction and his arm moved a little as if he wanted to pull you into a hug, but then he realized that you wouldn't let him do it if he tried, so he just looked at you, his eyes telling you all the things he wanted to do.

"And what do you want to do now?", he asked with a shaking voice as well, "Do you just want to forget about everything that has happened and act like we're nothing more than friends?"

No, you wanted to scream, I want to keep on loving you in between the sheets forever and ever because I can't let go either.

But instead, you just nodded and shrugged your shoulders, whiping off your sweaty hands on your jeans. "Yes.", you almost whispered, "Maybe we should do that."

"You can't be serious.", Nikki called out and now, there was a hard tone in his voice. And you understood it. You really did.

"We can't do this forever, Nikki.", you said quietly and the despair in your voice stopped Nikki from getting angry. The only things you saw in his eyes now were sadness and hopelessness.

"If you wouldn't want this", he mumbled and took another step towards you, "you wouldn't leave with me every night."

"This is not about what I want!", you raised your voice a little to distract Nikki from the tear that had made it's way down your cheek, "This is about the fact that this shit is destroying both of us in the worse way possible! And about the fact that it's tortue for you, just because I can't think of being in a relationship without having to panic! But I've been way too selfish to let you go and I have to end that now!"

Realizing that this had been the first time that you had told somebody about the things you felt when you thought about being in a relationship, you couldn't stop the sob that came out of your mouth. You wrapped your arms around yourself and turned away from Nikki, ashamed by the fact that you weren't able to keep control over your feelings.

Then you felt his strong arms, hugging you from behind as he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek before resting his head on your shoulder. The fact that he still was this nice, even though you had told him that you wanted to break things off, made you sob even more. Feeling nothing but embarassment that you were acting like this, you tried to push him away, but he held you even closer.

"This is not your fault.", Nikki mumbled in your ear after you had calmed down a bit, "I can't let you go either. And feeling lonely and craving for love and affection isn't selfish."

You freed yourself from his embrace to look him in the face, immediately missing the warmth of his body. You had to swallow hard as you saw the tears glittering in his eyes.

"But it's selfish that I'm hurting you like this, just to get what I need!", you told him and you had to try really hard not to sob again.

"Your not hurting me, Y/N.", Nikki shook his head, "And this is not all your fault. Both of us are to blame."

You took a deep breath and whiped away the tears on your cheeks. "I doesn't matter anyway.", you said, slowly walking around Nikki so he wasn't standing in between you and the door anymore, "We have to stop."

"I can't do anything that will make you stay, right?", he asked and you nodded, trying to ignore the bad feeling inside your stomach.

You spotted a tear rolling down Nikki's face and you had to keep yourself from walking up to him and kissing it away.

Instead, you turned around and slowly walked to the door, opening it with shaking hands and stepping out into the hallway.

You wanted to close the door behind you, but then you heard Nikki's shaking voice again. "I love you, Y/N!", he called after you and for a second, you froze in your movements while your heart broke apart. Not because of him, but because of you. You had broken your heart all by yourself. Then you closed the door.

While walking back to your room, you were in something like a daze, not realizing anything at all. Nikki's last words were the only thing on your mind.

But as you had reached your hotel room and closed the door behind you, everything came over you again. The pain hit you all at once and you broke down on the floor crying.

"I love you too.", you sobbed, knowing that you would never be able to say these words out loud in front of Nikki. And now, it was too late anyway.

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