#I guess that possiblity is still on the table- but better save it for another day!

[gumycandyyy]

Hey there! Your writing is OUTSTANDING! I was wondering if you could write a Winter King x fem!reader fic where the reader rescues him along with the scouts but ends up badly injured? And tee hee WK pampers her and takes care of her THE BRAIN ROT IS REAL

୨♡ "Ｔｉｓ Ｂｕｔ Ａ Ｓｃｒａｔｃｈ" ♡୧

Type: Oneshot

Fem reader (I was originally gonna make her an ice creature, but she works better as... not an ice creature.) Someone please rq a male reader, I wanna write a male reader wahhhh

Request: Yes! Still open, but it'll take a while to write, as I have other requests.

No use of y/n

hurt/comfort (literally)

Summary: Winter King got kidnapped. Again. And you get hurt while saving him. Fluff ensues.

Word Count: 1278

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"Ice Scouts? A little help?"

You looked up, hearing Winter King. You were training with the scouts, just having a gay old time sword fighting and skating. However, It appeared Candy Queen had made some giant type candy monster, and used it to snatch Winter right out of his throne room and carry him to the Candy Kingdom.

Great.

"Oh, you too..!"

Winter yelled just as he left earshot, obviously referring to you. You were the captain of the royal guard, and Winter's best friend. The ice scouts sheathed their swords, ready to leave immediately. They spoke to you in unison.

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

"Miss Captain! You must accompany us to save our King!"

You nodded, sheathing your sword. You guessed that Winter would be held at the top of the Candy tower/mountain thing, as always. You left swiftly, along with the scouts.

"Ice scouts! You take care of any candy monsters, I'll take care of the Queen!"

They nodded, ready to follow your every order. You eventually made it to the Candy kingdom, and climbed the mountain. You made it to the top, ducking and weaving around the monsters to get to Winter as soon as possible.

Kicking down the door, you saw Candy Queen playing her keyboard, as always. Winter was in his cage, scratching another tally mark in his 'times kidnapped' wall. His crown was on a small table just out of reach of the cage. Candy Queen looked at you and deadpanned.

"Aww, not again! C'mon, ya can't give me one afternoon alone with him? I'd take good care of him!!"

Candy bumped her pointer fingers together, trying to win your favor. It was honestly pitiful. She tried so hard, but still. She was a creep.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously! I mean- You wouldn't miss him! I wouldn't scratch him up too bad! Well, unless..."

You looked over to Winter, who looked quite uncomfortable at the current topic, a strained smile on his 'save me from this maniac' face. You sighed, putting your hands at your sides.

"Fine."

Candy's eyes sparkled.

"You- you mean it?"

She bounced up and down on her heels, ready to give you a hug. No thanks. Winter looked shocked, and ready to pass away.

"Yeah, yeah- OF COURSE I DON'T MEAN IT."

You brought out your sword, flipping it around, and knocking the wind out of Candy with the hilt. She coughed, and you grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. You brought her over to a window, kicking it open and dangling her out of it.

"Come on, come on! Let's talk about this! Maybe we could share him? I get weekdays, you get weekends? Please?"

You deadpanned, ready to tell her off. Though her expression suddenly turned devious, and you heard something from behind you.

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

"Miss Captain! Watch out!"

You turned around sharply, pulling out your sword. You let go of Candy, but she was able to grab onto the windowsill and pull herself back inside.

A banana (At least you think it's a banana) guard roared in your face, and lunged at you. It seems the ice scouts missed this one. It clawed at your stomach, tearing the flesh and causing you to cry out in pain. The ice scouts broke open the cage, and gave Winter King his crown.

The next thing you knew, the banana guard was frozen in a block of ice, hovering right above you. It seems the blast also knocked Candy out. You cursed, getting out from underneath the guard. You were about to run to Winter, checking to see if he was okay, but you collapsed, clutching your stomach- which was bleeding profusely. Winter caught you before you hit the floor, and wrapped his arms around you.

"Are you o-"

Winter gasped, seeing your bloody midriff.

He almost started to panic, and ordered the ice scouts to go to the winter palace to prepare anything you might need. He started to pick you up in his arms, but you held your hand out to stop him.

"Winter, I can handle it. I'm captain of the royal guard for a reason-!"

You seethed, feeling air hit your open wound. You started to stand up, using Winter as an anchor. You stood up straight, breathing heavily. You started to walk on your own, however, you collapsed yet again, and fell into unconsciousness.

This is what you get for acting like you're invincible.

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You woke up, breathing in cold air. You didn't need to open your eyes to know you were back in the Winter Kingdom. You felt something gripping your hand, and you were no longer in pain. Well.. Excruciating pain, at least. You fluttered open your eyes, trying to get used to the bright blue light of the palace.

"Y- You're awake! I.."

You looked over to Winter King, who was sitting at your bedside, holding your hand. He looked disheveled and tired. He took his hands away to adjust his glasses, and cleared his throat.

"N- Now that I know you're... Okay.. I-"

He seemed unusually somber, which was way out of character, especially for him.

"How long was I out?"

"..."

"Winter. How long was I out."

"..."

"Four days."

Woah. You left your King unprotected, for four days. And judging by the dull throb where your wound was healing, it would be much longer than that. You sat up sharply, then felt a stabbing pain. You seethed and rested your hand on your midriff.

"I'm so sorry Winter, ah- My king. I can't believe I've left you unprotected for that lo-" "Shut up."

"Pardon?"

"I said, shut up."

Winter's expression was pained, and he seemed to be very conflicted with his emotions.

"You think I care about that? Why would I care about not being protected when I could have lost you!?"

He had stood up. His voice was raised and shaky. He looked as if he was about to start sobbing. He then looked just as surprised at his emotional outburst as you were.

"I.."

"I don't know what came over me, that.. What just happened, it.." "It shouldn't be possible..."

"Pardon me?"

Winter brushed his strange behavior off, and sat back down. He took your hand in his, and spoke in a calm manner.

"I apologize. What I meant, is I could care less about myself right now. I was worried you would die, haha!"

There it was. His strange optimism, though.. It felt kind of good to see him so emotional. It just went to show how much he really cared about you. You took your hand back, and moved it up to cup his face, his soft hair ticking the skin on your hand.

"Thank you."

Winter's cheeks turned pink, a nice contrast to his normal pale blue. He laughed softly, turning his face slightly away from you.

"It's what anyone would do."

He smiled sweetly at you, turning his face back to you. He stood up, bending over you to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Your face flushed, and you looked away nervously. You laughed together in a wonderful kind of oddity, before Winter stood up fully.

"Well, I suppose I should get back to ruling my Winter Wonder World, shouldn't I? If you need anything, ask me. I want to be the one to take care of you."

You nodded in response, and watched Winter gracefully glide towards the door. You snuggled up in the sheets and blankets you were surrounded by, and before Winter left, you asked him a question.

"Wait, what room am I in?"

"Oh, mine."

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Oh man, I loved this one. Here's your complimentary WK art ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

[02chois]

11. JUST A FRIEND

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

summary: friends— that's all what you guys are, yet why does he brush your hair so fondly? why does he holds your hand as you walk home? And you don't even like each other that much. wait, fuck, maybe you do? does he though? you have to find out someway or another.

note: yeonjun's pov so get ready for some angst 🥲

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"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Yeonjun's lips curl into a grin, extending his index finger to poke your cheek.

You blink once, twice and turn to glance at him, he was leaning against your kitchen counter and had his arms crossed over his chest. You mirror his grin, almost forgetting how contagious his smiles tend to be.

"A lot," you pour the seasoning packet one by one, then stirring the water that was almost at a boiling point. "It's been a rough week for me. But to be frank, this has been the roughest week I've gone through."

Yeonjun tilts his head, his once beaming expression shifts into a deep frown. His thick brows curved and it almost made you laugh at how expressive they can be.

"There's just so much going on lately. I didn't expect it to turn out that way, I guess the universe is playing games with me." You watch Yeonjun pour the dried seasoning onto the pot, moving slightly to give him some space to reach the stove. "You don't mind if I talk about it?"

He shakes his head, "I don't mind at all."

You nod and carefully put the noodles in the pot and Yeonjun follows suit, helping you with the remaining. "It's about Taehyun. He's been acting strange and recently I saw him with his ex," you pause to take a look at him, "I don't know but I felt a painful ache in my chest that time."

Yeonjun scoffs, "Typically the people who stayed friends with their exes still have lingering feelings."

"You're not making this any better, jjunie."

His already pouty lips form into a pout, his gaze avoiding yours at any given time. He looks like a puppy and your frown has turned into a small smile. You couldn't stay mad at him, he's too adorable for his own good.

"You should ask him. It might possibly be a misunderstanding." Yeonjun adds, his gaze trails down to the pot of ramen. He reaches for the chopsticks near you to stir the cooking noodles. "It's better than second guessing everything he does."

"I guess you're right." You turned off the stove and grabbed the pot holders. "Can you arrange the bowls and utensils for me? I'll come back quickly and help you once I put this on the table."

Yeonjun gave you a nod as you walked out of the kitchen, and once you were nowhere to be seen he began to search for the bowls.

The chances are low and it hasn't changed since then. He knew that he didn't have any chance, yet a part of him hoped that perhaps even an ounce of you liked him. It was difficult to try and get your attention when you only had eyes for him. It was laughable— his actions, now that he looks back at them, was truly ridiculous.

He knew. Oh, but he knew, it's wiser to let you go, even if it means pain. But why does he want to be called yours even just for a minute? He wants to know what it feels like to be the man you love. It wasn't wrong to long for someone— and maybe, just maybe, he'd get to hold your hand in another universe.

"Yeonjun? Did you find them?" You quietly walk into the kitchen, although your effort was in vain as he was still startled by your voice.

"Uh, yeah, I got them here. I'll fetch the utensils." He shouldn't have turned because the moment his gaze landed on you, he was back to square one.

You quickly went over the kitchen counters and carefully picked up the small bowls. You crane your neck to look at him, "hurry before they hog all the ramen!"

"But if ever I'll save some for you."

He lowered his gaze, looking at the metal chopsticks and spoons he has on both of his hands. How can he not love you when you're like that?

While you're the love of his life, he will always be just a friend to you.

"I'm right behind you, don't worry." He turns to face you, smiling softly as he follows. He hopes that you won't notice the difference.

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[class1akids]

Can I please know your thoughts on ch 406?

Spoilers under the cut:

Update on battlefields:

what is shown and what isn't shown is equally interesting. Takoba Arena is confirmed to be Gashly, and it looks like his quirk is to make a flood of scary babies or Chucky dolls? Only Ojirou is shown + Ryukyu who I was sure would be here. I hope we'll get a close-up, as it looks super-creepy. Sero is still nowhere to be seen though, even though we know he'll have a moment

Hagakure still seems to be visible. I wonder if Aoyama glitched her quirk for good or if she'll figure it out how to turn it on / off.

Gunga is not shown at all - I'm guessing because maybe some things are happening as we speak (notably Toga being saved).

Aizawa and Kurogiri reminder confirms that they will be back in play and if Warp Gate is back, others could be coming through.

Fight:

I didn't think Bakugou's revival would be 80% comic relief tbh, so I'm still recalibrating my brain. But I appreciate how goofy he looks trying to gain control over his quirk upgrade. 🤣 I generally appreciate if someone doesn't get something 100% on first try.

It's also confirmed that pre-upgrade Bakugou doesn't have the power of Endeavor or Dark Shadow - something for the power-scalers to play with. I expect he's gonna get past it though once he figures out how to get his sweat into one focus point?

AFO going again with the "I'm not gonna fight back" and "I'm gonna be a moron because he pisses me off" - ngl is getting really tiring and makes for a worse fight (especially knowing how Bakugou doesn't appreciate opponents not giving their all). I mean, at the moment it's more like a goofy weird game of tag rather than a fight. It feels like the AFO's regressing due to Rewind and Bakugou kind of returning to his child self - so it does have a schoolyard fight energy. I hope once Bakugou does his big boom, we can finally move on from AFO.

Deku activating his last gear shift for the third time is exactly like the PLF war, where he was constantly on his last 100% smash. These just don't do anything for me anymore as there is hardly any follow through. It's also a weird choice to have him activate it but not show what happens (considering how speedy it is) unless he activated it on Bakugou again? Not sure...

I think Deku will eventually go down due to abusing Gear Shift, but the question is how much of the fight with Shigaraki before will be shown. Once Deku is down from the blow-back, things will get desperate - Shigaraki is stronger than prime AFO, so it will take some effort to hold him back unless it's some self-destruct again - so I expect Aizawa and some reinforcements show up to hold back Shigaraki or counter Decay (sounds like a cool way to show off Ochako's awakening) while Deku is catching his breath

Shigaraki I guess is just chilling and not gonna do anything until it's his "scene". It's a bit lame that they have a 1000 quirks between them yet just make faces at each other. I feel like it would work better to see them in dynamic poses, etc.

The purpose of Bakugou being the 2nd's lookalike seems to be an excuse to make AFO even more moronic and have some flashbacks. I'm really curious how Yoichi died so I hope we get more on that.

I guess with Bakugou's parents shown, maybe the "ancestor"-theory is on the table too. Possibly Mitsuki will reveal she's from the Kudou clan? (This theory imho is not very impactful. It's about as important as the reveal that Rei and Geten are both Himuras. It's like a "cool - ok, then" kind of revelation).

Bakugou announcing himself as Kacchan looks like an obvious set-up for another joke about his hero name - where the whole world will know him as Kacchan rather than GEMGD, and Deku will also think it's his hero name.

That's it. It's a set-up chapter. It sets up some gigantic explosion from Bakugou. It sets up once again why AFO is not gonna do anything remotely intelligent. It sets up Deku going down. It sets up another hero name joke. Maybe it sets up more vestige history (I hope the punchline is at least something emotional in the end).

[maiuowrites]

There's a rumor spreading...

A rumor to which will endanger my life.

Not just mine, but those who work below me, as well...

I'm not fond of lies spreading, but I have my ways of dealing with misjift cowards trying to derail the trust I worked hard into this annoying existence I was brought into.

The rumor is that I have been having a relationship with my Second Commander...

Whoever brought that up will be found and brought to my own hands of Justice. They better HoPe I don't find them... For my works are legendary in this world.

Ribba the Rabbit; Though affectionately called that by family, makes me somewhat regretful I allowed her to join the stats of these beings I command.

Oddly an aloof and dimwitted female rabbit monsters with the mindset of a toddler on the best of days; Always smiling and laughing where she can, constantly getting my Soldiers riled up and playing along with her games... Ribba has even gotten my brother into her antics, but that isn't as shocking with my brothers records.

However, besides the obvious downfalls of her personality, there are some good qualities to her.. The only few saving graces to being in this pandemonium world of ours.

Ribba's speed and hindsight of not needing to see where she strikes an enemy; Able to deal either deathly wounds or just an ounce of their life; Has gained her the nickname "Brisk Lapin".

Having another pair of hands to do that is a feature; Something not many of the others can do. Otherwise, I wouldn't have her in my quadrants to begin with...

Another is how she can keep the HoPe of the others alive. Her ability to be almost carefree and flowing with many creatures down here have easily broken up many fights. She says she doesn't have patience's, just plenty of experience when her toddler siblings would fight... Her tactics are that of a Mother, but it works. Annoyingly so.

But there is something odd with my Second Commander... I have noticed her ears will twitch first to others when they speak to her; But I suspect it's a power stance which I can admire.

Noticed the things others wouldn't with her paws; how she will tap certain items like tables with items on them and slightly hover her fingers until she reached the desired item in question. Or how she fumbles and makes it look like she's a clumsy rabbit...

Whether it's to have others guess her techniques and wonder how she got into my army's ranks or there is actually something wrong with her is still a secret I will be finding out on a later date.

For now; How could I possibly have any connection to a creature who is so opposite to myself in ways of personality? She doesn't even strike fear into others. She doesn't growl, doesn't yell, and takes those who yell at her rather than standing up for herself...

... But I saw that if it's for those under her; She stands up and shows a different side to that-... Disgustingly sweet side.

They have written in terms of how she strikes fear into those who have harmed her section. Issuing in some deaths, which from the aspects of the situation; Were unavoidable.

Perhaps-... The Judge wasn't wrong when they assigned her to being the new Second Commander.

...

Why would I care though?

She's just a rabbit monster; The shortest breed there is, as well. Normally used in the Parlor of Muffet's as prostitute's, somehow missed the memo & joined the ranks...

Perhaps that is why such a rumor is spreading...

...

It's a good thing I just found the deceitful imbecile, brave enough to run their mouth with me right behind him.

Time to show them not to mess with the Black Executioner.

[defectivefanboy]

(the one who asked for the oral hcs,,) AFAB male reader please !! hence why i didn't specify fems.

Thank you for responding! I realized afterwards (and from a commenter) that AFAB doesn't always mean fem reader, but my little itty bitty pea brain couldn't register anything else in the moment, Sorry 'bout that.

It may seem a bit OOC or something Crimson might not even do ,, but can we get some cunnilingus hcs with Crimson x AFAB s/o???

Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???

C/W: Cunnilingus, Possessive Crimson, slight voyerism?? (sorry al), mentions of overstimulation, Degrading

Notes: this took a bit longer to write, and I low-key feel like it's dry. Im still a bit shy with smut and NSFW, other then that I hope you enjoy

Cunnilingus with Crimson...

never thought I would ever write that...

I'm just surprised as he is on how you two got here.

Let's state the facts he'll NEVER be on his knees, opting to have you placed upon the closest desk, table, shit even a tall wall. Anything he can find.

Other than the fact he's an old man and probably has bad knees. He's still believes he's took good for that.

He'll save that for his darling. You do look better down there anyway. <3

Continuing on....

He started off the day as a man hungry for power, guess he never met you.

It's like he's a starved man when he sets you upon the table, head tucked between your legs.

That high class and expensive front he puts on for show is stripped down to a sloppy mess.

His face is covered in your cum as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

I don't know who's pleasure he's doing it for anymore, yours or his

He will say it for yours as he forces another orgasm out of you, wiping his cheek on your thigh with a sly smirk,

"Tsk, look at the mess you made. Now who do you think is gonna have to clean this up? You need to be taught a lesson, brat..."

"taught a lesson" he says as he drives right back down between your legs, his tongue happily taking its place inside you once again.

And if you grab his horns to pull him closer, better not have anything planned for the rest of the day... or two.

You're just telling him to indulge himself in you, and who is he to say no.

Especially when the roll of your hips on his face contradicts the pleads for him to take a break or slow down.

Sorry, my love that's simply not possible.

Not when he just started jerking himself off as he licks you clean after another orgasm.

Oh he definitely keeps your underwear.

He’s a major pervert. Im sorry, but sir why do you know where to get an abundance of dildos? And who just INSTALLED WITHOUT QUESTION??

So remember to keep in mind every time he slips them off you. They will just end up in his pocket...

and if he doesn’t have pockets well, he’ll just hand them to Alessio, his right hand man/body guard.

“No need to worry about him, doll. He’s just here to make sure no can interrupt us.~ Isn’t that that right, Alessio.”

The shark would keep his eyes on the door, even the mob bosses right hand man wasn’t allowed to sneak a peak.

Last time that happened Crim almost lost a right hand man.

Crimson’s a greedy man, but if you were to ask either Al or you, he was a glutton.

and it seems the two became the perfect mix when it came to his darling.

All he needed you to do is to sit there and look pretty for him. You'll behave for him, right?

His only issue is he make it a priority to ruin you the minute you walk into his line of sight.

After all this mob work he deserves to have some down time, yeah?

Better not have worn anything that cost too much, he's not patient enough to have you to let you slip out of what your wearing.

He rather just rip what ever covers your body off instead.

You did get all dressed up for him didn’t you? He should be allowed to unwrap his gift in anyway he sees fit.

all you have to do is spread your legs for him, just for a little bit won't you? You don’t even have to get him off… at least not right now <3

Though, he’s not keen on asking twice and he’ll definitely not gonna beg.

If you tease him enough, a growl will rumble from his the back of throat as his gold tooth makes itself known.

But when he finally gets you, the grip on your thighs leave an angry bruise in its wake.

Two of his fingers slipping into your plush walls, while he gets lost in thought sucking on his favorite bundle of nerves.

And while this is all happening he'll stare up at you with a degrading look.

"Is that really all it takes for you to submit to me? A few fingers in you and you finally shut up for once. What a spoiled brat you are."

[an-evergreen-rose]

When Worlds Collide Part 4

Kate Bishop x Female Spiderwoman reader (basically has Miles powers; invisibility, electric webs)

Summary: You meet the bass player. jk. :))

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: It's a bit shit and a bit short but here ya go.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FIVE

Kate let you borrow some more of her clothes again, a pair of black jeans, some converse that were actually Yelena’s that she had left here a while back, but they were the only ones that fit you, and a simple black tank top. Kate liked the way your arms were on show, loving the simple definition your muscles had, a slight pout made its way onto her lips when you put on another one of her hoodies. One reason was that she didn't get to see your arms anymore, and the other was because you looked so darn cute. And when she saw how you had to roll up her jeans at the bottom so they wouldn’t drag along the floor she couldn’t help but bit her lip to try and suppress a smile.

Clint had arranged for Happy to come and pick up two up and Kate talk his ear off so much on the way to the compound that he actually put up the divider between the front and back portions of the car. You couldn’t help but laugh at the man's frustrations.

“So rude,” Kate muttered, looking out the window, seeing the compound in her view. She looked over to her right, seeing your leg bounce with anticipation as Happy pulled up outside. “Hey,” Kate spoke softly, resting her hand on your leg, stopping your nervous actions, “It’s gonna be okay.”

You looked at the archer’s hand on your leg, then at her blue eyes, “Promise?”

Kate felt her heart almost burst. You looked at her like your life depended on her. Like she was the only one who could save you if anything went wrong. She loved that look on you. 

“I promise.”

Kate lead you through the building, taking the elevator up to the 4th floor, and down very confusing corridors before she opened a door labelled 405. Once inside you saw a large table with about ten seats around it, three of them were taken. One belonged to a red-haired woman, she sat up straight and confident in her chair, dressed in all black training gear you imagined - being an avenger and all. You guessed that it was Natasha, Kate had tried to explain the avengers to you last night over the pizza so now it was up to you to try and remember as much as possible. Next to her was a man with a very large tattoo covering his whole arm. Clint. Kate talked a lot about him, considering he was ‘the hawkeye’ that got Kate into archery in the first place. Then, on the opposite side of the table was a man dressed in a rather expensive-looking suit and funky beard. Tony Stark. What also gave it away was him wearing sunglasses inside, Kate had told you only Tony could pull that off

[these bitches still alive :)]

“So,” Tony started, standing up from his seat and walking up to you and Kate, “You’re the new spider-kid.” He lowered his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose taking a better look. Definitely does not make you feel 10 times more nervous.

“Yup.” Smooth Y/N, real fucking smooth.

“Care to explain how you -now, what did Kate say again,” Clint said, looking down to a piece of paper with some scrawny-looking handwritten notes on it. “Fell from the sky out of a weird portal thing?”

Tony had taken his seat again, his sunglasses flung carelessly on the hard wooden table. You furrowed your brows slightly at the question. “No clue, one second I was swinging, the next I’m in the fucking bins with a bow and arrow pointed at my head.” 

Kate let out a small chuckle, remembering the weird events from last night. Jeeze, how had she only met you last night and was already this infatuated with you? “I thought you guys may have some more answers,” the raven-haired girl quipped, “It's not every day another spiderman falls from the sky.”

“Not a man,” You spoke quietly, but loud enough to gain a small smirk from the redhead in front of you.

“Definitely not a man,” Kate corrected herself, a small blush on her cheeks remembering last night when she first looked at you on the rooftops.

“How do we know you have these abilities?” Tony asked sceptically, clearly a little bit defensive over his spiderman. Natasha and Clint also looked at you expectantly, waiting for some proof.

With a roll of your eyes, you quickly raised your wrist, webbing Tony's sunglasses, bringing them towards you. You couldn't help the small smirk on your face at their shocked expression when you put the frames on your face.

“How do I look?” You asked Kate who also couldn’t help the smile on her face. She knew you’d be good.

“Hot.”

You felt your face heat up at the comment.

“Can I keep these?” You asked the bearded man, pointing to the metal frames on your face. You tried your best to not laugh at his defeated face.

“Finders keepers, right?” Natasha said. You were starting to like her.

“Anyone can make web shooters, kid,” Tony argued, “I’m gonna need a bit more convincing.”

“What, do you want me to crawl around on the ceiling?”

“It would help your case,” He smirked, hoping to amuse himself. But you couldn’t let him win just yet.

“Can anyone do this?” You asked rhetorically, before turning yourself invisible.

Natasha looked toward Clint, her eyebrows raised with interest, “Well damn.”

“I told you she was good,” Kate said excitedly to Clint as you reappeared. He actually did show some interest in you now. She slung her arm around your shoulders, looking proudly at you, “My girl is gonna knock the other spiderman out of the park.”

My girl. Holy shit, if you thought you were blushing before you would hate to see your face right now.

“Now that, I’ve got to see,” The older archer said, a small smile resting on his face at the thought.

“Alright, kid. I’m convinced.” 

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Chapter Ten: Picnic Table

Vampire/Kas!Eddie Munson x afab!Reader

summary: It’s been eight months since Vecna had won, leaving the group in despair with the aftermath. But you seem to be having it the worst with the hauntings of your boyfriend keeping you awake at night. But are the visions of Eddie only a dream, or is Vecna slowly showing that he is once again ready to finish what he’d started?based off these fanmade trailers (x) & (x)

warnings: death, blood, violence, gore, murder + other Stranger Things related themes.

words: 1.7k+ // The Ascension of Kas Masterlist // stranger things masterlist

"What do you mean she's gone?" Joyce's voice came through the walkie in a high-pitched tone of worry.

The wind ripped through the Upside Down moving the dead leaves to dance through the darkened sky. Red colored and bled back into the sky and filled with rumbles of thunder.

Steve passed back and forth with anger making each step heavier than the last. Robin and Nancy watched with worry in their eyes and Jonathan used the walkie to get in contact with his mother and Dustin. No one knew what to do as they watched Eddie take you away from them. Jonathan had to hold Steve back from running after you.

"We need to come up with a plan," He explained.

"Exactly that," Jonathan answered his mother. "She drew his attention like it was planned, but he brought back up. The goddamn bats that Dustin spoke of from last time."

"Demobats?" Dustin's voice came through the walkie.

"I guess. That's not the important part right now! What's important is that Y/N is gone and Eddie's got her...meaning Vecna probably has her." Jonathan spoke, voice rising along with his panic and worry.

"He looked demonic," Robin spoke, taking the device from Jonathan's grasp. "Full-on vampire enough to give me nightmares for weeks."

"We're going to go and look for her," Steve spoke moving closer to where the others stood. "I'm not gonna sit here and wait while she's with him and he's doing god knows what."

"Do you think that's wise?" Jonathan spoke, his brows pulled tight with his question. "We don't know what we're up against."

"But we do. It's Vecna...we treat Eddie like we did Vecna. Y/N said it herself the places he'd most likely be are the trailer park or Creel House. So we check their first before spanning and searching the Upside Down for other possible places."

Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan looked at one another with hesitant and worried glances before looking to Steve again. From the walkie, everyone could hear Joyce calling out.

"It might be our only shot...would still be a distraction while El takes care of Vecna," Nancy spoke up.

"Guys, seriously, come on." Joyce paged back.

"Let's do it...let's save her," Robin nodded her head, even with her voice shaky with nerves.

Jonathan sighed before taking the walkie back from Robin. "Mom, I'm gonna have to call you right back."

~.~

Your eyes watched and followed as Eddie, Vecna, paced along the forest floor in front of you. Your body still vibrated with pain as you lay against the fallen tree. With each breath you took, your lungs burned with a fire that felt like you were suffocating from smoke. Tears stopped falling from your cheeks but they left behind stained trails against your cheeks.

"You think you and your group of misfits are so clever, but it's like you didn't learn from the first time" Vecna spoke through Eddie "He thinks I don't know of your little meeting...thinking I wouldn't figure it out? I'm always there..."

Your stomach twisted as you listened to his words. "W-Why? Why are you doing this? Why Eddie?"

The last question caused him to laugh with dark wickedness. "What better than to use your hero as the villain to implement my plan? He could easily tear you to shreds...that was an opportunity I couldn't miss."

Your hands slowly moved along the dead leaves and dirt beneath you before your hand grasped tightly around a large shard. The rough edges of the rock hard against your skin. Vecna moved back to you and loomed over your body.

"And how I would love to do nothing less than start with you,"

His lips curled back with a sneer, his fangs gleaming in the glowing light. The darkness returned to his eyes causing the dark shadows beneath his eyes. You whimpered back for a moment before and pressed your back harder into the log behind you. But just as Eddie loomed down far enough, you reached up, slicing his face with the rock in your hand. He moved back with a scream as blood began to move down his cheek like tears. You moved quickly from beneath him, ignoring the pain ripping through your body, as you pushed yourself up from the floor.

Your feet slipped against the forest floor till you were able to finally stand. You bit deeply into your lower lip to hold back to screams of pain From behind you, you could hear Eddie's screams of pain soon followed by the echo shrieking of the demobats. As you maneuvered your way through the forest, it wasn't long till you realized where you were. As you broke through the forest line, a whimper of pain passed through your cracked lips. You wrapped one of your arms around your waist as you stumbled across the decrepit parking lot. The black veins and cracked asphalt below your feet as you stumbled.

The loud call of the demobats caused you to turn around and watch as they filled the sky. Seeing them only caused you to run faster toward the building. You pushed hard on the double doors of the high school and slammed them closed behind you.

~.~

Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan walked through the broken-down version of Forest Hills Trailer Park. Each of them were on high alert as they searched for any sign of either you, Eddie, or Vecna. But everything looked the same with a single sign of life.

"She's not here or at the Creel House. Where else could he have taken her?" Nancy asked, using the flashlight to sweep across the ground and help her search.

"Where else could we possibly look?" Robin spoke "Does anyone have ideas? Maybe a favorite place Eddie would take her?"

Everyone slowly began to shake their heads, except Steve.

"I know one place," He took a deep breath, "Might be a stretch but there is a small clearing behind the high school. Picnic table back there, no one really goes back there. But Dustin would talk about how Eddie and Y/N would go back there all the time. I had to go and find her there a couple times after...everything..."

"The high school is nearly ten miles from here," Jonathan spoke, "It'll take us forever to get there."

"It's our only shot," Nancy spoke, "Let's go. We might not have much time left."

~.~

Vecna let out a soft maniacal laugh as his hand tightened around your throat once again. He pressed you down tightly against the top of the broken-down picnic table that sat at the back of Hawkins High.

It didn't take long for him to find you with the demobats surrounding the school. Your body was so broken down - there wasn't much fight left in you to run. You tried, running to hide in the safety of the dense forest. But steps after escaping out of the double doors of the high school Vecna had captured you.

"Eddie, please...please...I know you're in there...I know you're stronger than this..." You struggled against his hold, your nails dragging against his skin and digging in deeply. Large tears fell down your cheeks as strangled sobs slipped passed your lips. "...Please..."

"How sweet will it be...having him feed from the one he loves most," Vecna spoke with a gleam sparkling in his eyes that brought an icy feeling through your veins.

Vecna moved Eddie's grip from your neck to fist the hair at the nape of your neck. He gripped your head back causing your neck to arch slightly, a scream of pain sounding from you. Your hands fought against his chest, beating against him, but it was no use as you fought against his chest. Before you know it, his movements were fast in the blink of an eye, and his fangs sank into your skin.

A scream to rip through your throat before it's muffled quickly by his hand. His grip is crushing as he feeds, holding you tightly against his firm body. You stare up to the sky and slowly watch as it becomes fuzzy and everything around you sounds farther and farther away. It was like staring down the small opening of a tunnel and watching as it grew smaller and smaller.

The grip on your mouth slowly loosened but no longer was you able to scream out, instead only letting out small whimpers and cries. It was a weird feeling for you to feel your life slowly slipping away from you. Feeling your blood trickle down your throat as you heard him hungrily feeding from you. As seconds passed your body grew limper. Lifeless.

Vecna knew what he was doing the moment he pulled away and gave control back to Eddie.

It took a moment for Eddie to realize what was happening. The weak and faded sound of your heartbeat pulls him back to the forefront of his consciousness.

The moment he pulled back and saw you lying beneath him, Eddie stumbled back in shock. It was like for a moment his brain wasn't allowing him to believe what was happening in front of him.

Your unconscious body lay there before him, skin paler than usual, and blood spread across the worn-down wood and staining your neck and clothing.

"Baby..." Eddie spoke, his voice broken as he moved back to pull you into his arms. A broken sound slipped when he felt you sag into his hold,

"Baby...baby...please, open your eyes. open your eyes for me." Eddie cries the bitter taste of your blood against his lips with tears running down his cheeks.

His hands reached up shakily and caressed your face, his voice growing more desperate as he begged you to wake.

When the other finally reached the clearing they stumbled upon the scene. Eddie held you tightly in his grasp as he cried into your neck. Blood smeared across his face, hands, and chest with the same smeared across your neck.

"I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." Eddie cried as he held your body in his arms.

"What did you do!?" Steve screamed, standing there bewildered as he stared down at Eddie.

Eddie's head popped up, tears streaming down his face, completely distraught. Eddie couldn't help but tighten his hold on you.

"H-He made me....he...he made me...I-I couldn't stop it." Eddie tried to explain.

Robin cupped a hand over her mouth and could feel the tears quickly filling her eyes. Jonathan wrapped an arm around Nancy as she buried her face into his chest.

"I-Is she...did..." Jonathan couldn't bring himself to ask the question, afraid of the answer that would come from Eddie.

The chapter is on the shorter side but I think with everything happening that makes up for it? Very angsty - I would say sorry...but I'm not. We have about 3 parts (ish) left! Please leave your thoughts/theories and comments I would love to read them. Thank you for all the support!

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[sadnesslaughs]

Every time you die, you receive points based on your actions while living that you can spend on your next life or save. Your past lives have been saving points for a very long time.

(A response to a writing prompt)

God didn’t expect a knock at his door this evening, especially since a meeting with God costed a mortal one hundred thousand life points. He stroked his wiry beard hairs, grooming the white beard before letting the stranger in. Even if he was God, those omnipotent powers of his didn’t fully extend into the realm of heaven. Sure, he could see and control everything on Earth, but Heaven had its own rules, allowing the angels and citizens a sense of privacy. After all, nothing bad can ever happen in heaven, so God doesn’t need to have eyes everywhere.

He expected to be greeted by an angel. Perhaps a new angel that hadn’t fully learned how to book a meeting with God through their calendar system. Instead, he was greeted by a human, one with greasy black hair and a slack posture. The man looking perpetually tired, still carrying the weight of his Earthly struggles on his shoulders. A weight that would soon be lifted by the comforts of heaven.

“Ah, my child. How nice of you to visit! You must be a devoted believer to use that many life points on me. It’s rare to find anyone that’s saved up that many points. Most use them as soon as they become available.”

“Guess I’m smarter than most.” Alex scanned the room, surprised to find that God’s office looked like a mix of a typical business conference room and a dentist’s office. The pristine wooden table surrounded by a sterile white wall, with only a single window that let in the blinding white angelic light of the clouds outside. “I’m not even really a believer. Well, I believe you exist, would be weird if I didn’t. I mean, in the sense that I don’t believe in the rules you set for humanity.”

God watched Alex groan as he settled into the office chair, body cracking as it pushed against the stiff back of the office chair. After letting the man get comfortable, God spoke. “I’m sorry you don’t agree with my rules. If you wish to propose any changes, you can always ask an angel. They will happily put forward any proposed changes to me. Or, you can tell me about them now. I’m not a tyrant. I will listen to constructive criticism.”

The man smirked. “Yes, because we’ve seen so many changes over the last thousand years.” Alex teased, hanging an arm over the chair’s back. “Don’t be sorry about it. I’ll do a much better job when I’m a God.”

“When you’re a God? How do you intend to do that?”

“With my points. If a person cashes in ten million points, you will make them a god. That’s what it says on the rewards system you implemented. I wish to cash in my ten million points.” Alex saw God freeze, thinking over what the human before him was saying. Quickly, he pulled out a book from a drawer in his desk. The book fluttered open as soon as it hit the desk, landing on Alex’s name.

“Over eleven million points… How did you save that many? It’s not possible to do such a thing. Humans are greedy by nature. How did you resist the other temptations? You could have been a king, politician, or a celebrity. Why do you want to be a god? Surely one of your other lives would have given into temptation.” He slammed the book shut, scowling at him.

“You would think so, but no. I can’t speak for my past lives, but I assume they all shared the same thought process that I did. When they died and saw that massive number, they realized how meaningless the other prizes were. Why settle for the obvious prizes, when you can become a god? What’s another hundred lives in the grand scheme of things? So, ready to make me a god?” Alex rocked back on his chair, only growing in confidence as the God looked more bewildered.

“It’s not an actual prize that people are meant to take. It’s a novelty, something that’s so outlandish that people think it’s unachievable. No one else has ever done this. No mortal can consistently resist the temptations. One of your past lives was meant to give in and waste the points.”

“Guess I’m built different. Which is why I’ll make an excellent god.” The man stood up, walking beside God, leaning over the back of his chair. “We both know you can’t go back on your word, especially since these rewards were written in stone,” the man said, emphasizing the advantage he had in this situation.

“I hope you understand how hard it is to be a god. Directing mortal lives isn’t for the feint of heart. You will see horrors that you can’t imagine. You will have knowledge that will make you wish you couldn’t think. That is the curse of the divine.” God stated, tilting his head up to look at Alex, giving him a look of pity.

Alex pretended to mull over the words before rubbing the bald spot on God’s head. “Can’t be any worse than the curse of mortality. Before you make me a god, there is one last thing I want to cash in.”

“And what’s that?”

“One million points, cut god’s beard.” Alex slid a pair of scissors from his pocket, pulling God’s face forward with a harsh tug. “I’ll be quick.” Dragging the scissors through the beard, he left droplets of white hair all over the table, coating it in the fluff. “You’ve been beaten. I’ll make a world better than you ever could. You’ll become nothing.” After cutting the last hair, he sat himself on the edge of the table. “Now, my ten million points to become a god.”

God stared at the loose hairs, collecting a few of them in his palm. “You wish to become a god? Than a god you shall become.” He said, clenching his fist.

Alex felt a scorching pain through his body. His skin melting down, leaving only muscle. Even with the pain, he couldn’t scream, only falling forward onto his face. The skin quickly repairing itself, getting a red tint to its color. Finally, he could scream, holding his head as horns pushed through his skull.

“A god of the underworld suits you nicely. You can rule those who think they are above my rules and order. No god will ever be above me, for that is a sin.”

Alex pushed through the pain, staring up at the elderly man with a defiant grin. “I’ll be back for you. One day, you’ll regret not granting me my wish. I hope on that day you remember that things could have gone differently if you let me rule my own world.”

“I’m giving you a world to rule. Enjoy godhood.” With that, God cast Alex down into the underworld, giving him authority and power over the lost souls who weren’t worthy of being reborn. These people left to wander the darkness endlessly, with Alex now stumbling with them, still trying to figure out how to control his new powers.

[ronearoundblindly]

The Dignity of His Choice (17)

Identity, Part Two (see previous or series)

Summary: Tony, Pepper, Nat, and Bucky brief you and Steve on the group that caused this mess.

Warnings for coarse language and description of an evil plot (including kidnapping and torture, threats to women and children), not graphic. Quite a lot of arguing (and Tony's shit).

Before we get started though, I'd just like to apologize for this part taking so freaking long to come out. Never intended for there to be a three-week hiatus in the midst of healing the angst, so thank you to those hanging in there. I appreciate it! And now for FIC--

You take it back. Maybe you don’t want to know because it’s bleak even when Tony tries to sell it as good news. Well, not good news, but a win. Actually, Tony seems twitchy while he rattles off details of the raid. The pictures on his projector look like a modern, dystopian Inquisition facility—all the equipment and room to keep a person clinically alive but little else. More terrifying still is how few people needed to be on the premises to run the damn thing. 

Four victims were saved from active holding. Another seven kidnappings were planned. No ransoms. No one wants money for them…for you; they want control of someone else, someone powerful, and thus, influence over thousands of people. Possibly more.

“You were one of the seven, mind you, but your file was marked ‘declined.’”

“That’s one way to put it,” you mutter.

“And then of the other six…” Tony drops two tiny objects onto the cluttered coffee table. “Recognize those?”

You and Steve pick up one each.

“The tracker thing from my necklace?”

“Yeah, want to guess where I found the second?”

Steve looks back up at Tony, silent.

“Star-Spangler,” he turns to you.

“I don’t know…”

“No, in Star-Spangler.” Tony purses his lips while his chest goes completely rigid. “Inside the pony keychain from Morgan’s book bag. They were tracking my daughter—“ his glare bores into the top of Steve’s lowered head “—could have taken her at any time, and I wouldn’t have known a damn thing about—“

Pepper touches Tony’s tense arm. “Luckily, Tony has been very involved, very close to Morgan since…you…since Steve,” she ends in a whisper, a weak smile. 

“If you had told me, I could have protected my kid—“

Natasha cuts him off this time. “Hold up. We had it under control. We made sure there were no movements to get at—“

“Don’t think I don’t see that you lied to me again,” Tony snaps at Bucky.

That’s not fair, and you know it. “Back off, Tony,” you snap. “He only did what Steve asked him to.”

“Whose side are you on?”

“She’s right,” Nat mutters.

“Yeah.” She can’t get off that easy though. “No one expects Barnes to say no to Steve, but you--“ your finger juts out toward Nat “—should have known better. How could you not tell Tony? He could have helped. This shit wouldn’t have lasted three GODDAMN months—“

Steve jumps up just as Natasha opens her mouth and steps forward.

“This is why she’s my favorite,” Tony whispers to Pepper who tries to help Steve wrangle you two.

Bucky lounges silently in the rocker, eyes wide.

“Enough,” Steve bellows. “It’s my fault. It was my choice.”

“Shut it, martyr,” Tony spits. “You’re not special. You’re selfish. We did this to each other. We all kept her in the dark. We all thought we could handle this on our own. We all thought our way was best—except, frankly, my way would have—“

“Tony,” you and Pep warn simultaneously.

He puts his hands up, huffing, and glares at Steve again. Eventually, Tony lowers his hands as slowly as Steve lowers himself back onto the couch.

Natasha’s eyes scan everyone while she crosses her arms over her chest. “So…next steps. Now that the Keepers are scattered—“

Your head whips up with Steve’s.

“We weren’t gonna,” Tony whines, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes, uh, the organization loosely called themselves…Keepers.”

“Fuck off,” you groan.

Steve growls. “What she said.”

Tony’s brows raise high. “I wholeheartedly agree. See, we’re on the same side. Look at us. Fuckin’ team-ing again.” His smug expression is not reciprocated, so he turns to Pep. “Honey, we’re so adult right now, it’s crazy, like he didn’t put our kid at risk—”

“We aren’t calling them Kee—that, are we?” Bucky sits up and scoots to the edge of the rocker’s seat.

“Right, all in favor of never repeating that one unless absolutely necessary,” Tony asks, clearing his throat.

The entire room choruses ‘yes.’

“Great. I think I can keep that out of the press.”

The glares are sharp and biting.

“Ok… I—I see what I did wrong there. That’s on me.”

Natasha yanks the tablet from Tony’s lax hand and continues his projected presentation. “If—and that’s an actual if because this may have been a centralized facility, but the operation is extensive—so if we got enough of them to scare the rest off and abandon the cause, then we won’t be hearing about the…the—“ she stalls.

Tony’s still pondering away. “They aren’t technically Ten Rings or Hydra or any of those. This thing runs like the shadiest business I’ve…ever seen…”

“I’m voting for ‘the Assholes,’” you offer with a hand raised.

Bucky points at you in agreement, a proud, thin frown tugging at his lips.

“Seconded,” Pepper, of all people, gets out before Tony. Her husband is stunned.

“I have never been third in my life.“

“Either way,” Steve pipes in, “what about Costa?”

“The Faceless Terror?” Tony’s brows raise excitedly.

Bucky snorts while you roll your eyes hard.

“Costa,” Steve says again firmly. “How was he able to go undetected for so long? He’s been here years, and he referenced being part of this organization for at least that long.”

“Ramone, or I guess we could say ‘the Fisherman,’ was—“ Nat jumps in “—and this is a technical term—so fucking average that he would tick exactly none of the boxes for candidates who could do this…or might do this… considering he did.”

Irritation visibly flares in Steve. He’s taken most of this in stride because it justifies his original fear, but Costa made it too personal. He got too close. “How is that possible?”

Nat remains calm and matter-of-fact. “He missed days. He didn’t make some promotions. He didn’t try to befriend us directly. He didn’t stand out, but he wasn’t a recluse—“

“One hot day and I’d have known,” Bucky grumbles, rubbing at his upper arm.

“My god, he killed three of his own cohorts,” Nat argues, “and Tony gave him a prize.”

Stark’s not happy about being called out. “They—the Assholes, I mean—they had programs. Programs that look a hell of a lot like Zola’s algorithm. It stands to reason if Hydra could use it to predict people’s behavior, they could calculate behavior to avoid suspicion.”

Just for fun, because he’s said over ten serious words in a row, Tony adds, “she’s up to two baddies now.” His attention lands on you as he exclaims, “wha'd’ya think of ‘Double Trouble?’”

“No,” Steve grumbles.

“What about Slapstick?”

You scoff. “I think I’m not due another nickname for at least a year.”

“Sad,” Tony frowns dramatically. “Missed opportunity.”

Why is it so easy to just fall into old habits with these people? It should be difficult, shouldn’t it? You were an alienated widow for the last quarter of this year, and you were never part of the team before this one conversation if this even counts.

Everyone in this room looked out for you though, the ones who knew, the ones who didn’t know, the ones who didn’t have to. They have been your team for a while, it seems, even if compartmentalized. All except Steve, that is, but he’s back now. Life can resume.

“Now for something a little more pleasant,” Pepper starts, her tone a smooth pressure on buzzing nerves. “We are ready to bring you back from the dead. Legally.”

Steve looks up to her beneath his shaggy hair, propping his jaw in one tense and giant hand.

“None of the paperwork has been officially filed, but it’s complete for when it’s time to announce you’re back.”

Pep smiles even though Steve doesn’t. Nat and Bucky eye each other across the coffee table. You’re very relieved you refused any army benefits.

Tony barely looks up before rambling, “and then symbolically, Wilson returns the shield, you shake some hands—“

“No.”

You grew too comfortable in all that banter, and Steve’s response blind-sides you like a punch to the gut. What did he say? The rest of the room is silent in confusion.

Bucky starts slowly. “Tony just means that Cap—“

“I know what he means,” Steve barks, not looking away from Tony. “I’m not taking it back. Sam is Captain America now.”

A bomb may as well have gone off in your apartment. Everyone except you is on their feet and yelling. You’re…well, you’re just…What?!?!

Finally, it’s Tony’s voice that rings loudest. “Then who are you supposed to be?”

You can’t seem to feel your legs, and your eyes won’t move from the coffee table. Between the two tiny black trackers, reflected on the glass surface, you see your husband hang his head.

He runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “Steve. I’m Steve, and I think it’s time to give it up, to pass on the mantle. Simple since he’s already been doing this for months.”

You’re frozen, completely numb, mind blank. It won’t process. You’re blinking. All autonomic function persists in your body, but that’s it. The ringing comes back to your ears, this time in a low, swimming bass. They keep fighting, but the words are garbled, gestures thrown your way without explanation.

Your head tilts slowly to the door as your mouth falls open.

“Can we do this another time?”

You said the words but don’t remember thinking them. You’re having trouble thinking of why you might have said them, but the group snips at each other while everyone leaves, Steve kept safe well away from the view of the hall. As you shut the door, your back turns to the wall and slides down, legs crumbling beneath you on the floor.

He’s there in an instant.

“Keeps,” Steve whispers, and it wakes you as if from a dream.

“Yeah?”

He looks at you expectantly, brow knotted in concern, but he doesn’t say anything else. Steve watches you breathe heavily.

You thought you were doing so well. Plot to kidnap you? Fine. Children threatened? Awful but happens. Disastrous nickname choice? Weird it wasn’t Tony’s pick. Traitor in your midst? Apparently, nothing new. But Steve? Steve Rogers giving up the mantle of Captain America? The man who put it to writing that he would not give that up even as he professed his love for you? You cannot wrap your head around it, so you try to think back. Maybe you missed something in all that information.

“Is it always like that?”

Steve props himself up on the wall beside you. “More or less,” he grunts. “That was…a lot, and I wish it had a better—“

“You can’t quit.” Your voice may be small but stops him all the same.

After a long, loud exhale, he wraps his hand over yours, not breaking the death grip you have on your knee. “If it gives me a real life with you, it’s worth it.”

“You won’t be happy.” Your vision blurs with escalating tears. “You—you’ll get bored and bitter and resent me.”

“Honey, I could never—“

“I’m serious, Steve. You can’t do nothing.”

He pries your hand free to bring it to his lips. “I won’t do nothing, love. I just won’t be Cap anymore.”

The view of those two photographs at the funeral presents in your mind: two different people, Cap and Steve. All you wanted was Steve back, and you got him. He’s telling you that Captain America can remain well and truly dead, and that should be fine because he wasn’t yours.

Steve Rogers is yours. He’s yours and right beside you, warm and brooding, stoic and naïve as ever. He’s real and he’s really home. Real enough to squeeze his hand in recognition. Real enough to rest your head on his shoulder. Real enough to pinch his side playfully.

“If the last few days taught us anything, it’s that you need a job, Sketch.”

“Artist then?” He kisses your hand again after jolting away. “Hey now,” he exclaims at your huffed laugh.

“I mean that you love to fight for the little guy, and you love to help people. You’re a strategist. I know you love art, but you know that wouldn’t be enough, not when I work here, too.” You never thought you’d have a conversation to convince Steve Rogers to stay with his family. “You know you can’t give them up,” you finish, weaving your fingers through his and letting them fall between your legs.

“I would for you,” he mumbles before planting a kiss on the crown of your head, his beard mussing strands of hair.

“That’s not what I want. I’ll get used to it—to all that—“ you wave behind you to the door “—I promise I will if you promise not to quit. That’s the kind of choice that got us into this mess.”

Stupid Steve Rogers, bless him. Because this is just that: a big, life-altering, knee-jerk reaction that he hasn’t thought all the way through. To his credit, the world—or his world, rather—used to be more black and white. It was easier to be Captain Morals when good and evil were differentiated by genocide. Perhaps it will become easier to deal in subtleties when he’s not dressed in a flag, too, but you know one thing for certain.

Steve Rogers is a hero. He can’t just disappear. He tried that, and you never let him go. He’s too important. You love him too much. The world isn’t ready to say goodbye, this year or any other, so you hold his hand, press closer in, and get ready to bring him back into the light.

“Ok, love,” he whispers again. “Whatever you want.”

[Next Part]

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[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

5: It Has Begun...

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You want to say that you and Napstablook became friends fast, but the unfortunate truth is that you haven’t seen him in the last six days since you’ve been in the Ruins. Toriel mentioned that she rarely sees that monster in the Ruins, so it’s likely he lives somewhere else in the Underground.

Fucking bummer, man.

So, unfortunately, you couldn’t have a cool bond with the shy ghost. But! There was a certain monster type that you unironically vibed with pretty well.

Yeah, that’s right.

Migosp.

It is THE unlikely friendship of the century. You can’t describe how fucking wacky this shit is, all he be doing is just DANCING his little butt off! You ran into him by accident a few days ago when going on a grocery trip with Toriel (you always forget the Ruins/ Underground is a LOT bigger than what’s accessible in the game), and Toriel was ready to throw hands in your honor.

But Migosp?

He just danced it off.

Literally.

As a joke, you hit that yoinky sploinky to join him as a show of good faith. But what you didn’t know was that it was practically an invitation for Migosp to declare you as the best dance partner in the history of Forever. He practically followed you and Toriel to the store, just dancing without a care in the world and pointing at you to take your turn at hitting the gritty.

Is the Author using enough Gen Z words yet? Probably not.

While Migosp wasn’t the greatest companion (“What? I don’t feel like talking. I just wanna dance!”), he liked you enough that he stuck around whenever you saw him. You doubt he’d protect you if there was a threat, but he was there for sure.

Froggit was another monster type that you love so much. They just wanted pets and compliments for most of the time. Some of them would even solve the puzzles for you and Toriel whenever they see you come by to save you time. You remember that they are pretty intimidated by Toriel, so it is possible that they’re only nice to you because of her. But you want to think that you’re likable enough for them to want to befriend you naturally.

Now the Loox monsters…

They were just… kind of there. You try not to stare at them, but they are a lot scarier in person than in-game (go figure).

All of the monsters are bigger in person than you thought. You suppose it’s because they are monsters that they will naturally be bigger than a human such as yourself. A monster like Loox, for example, is 4’5 (137cm) tall.

THAT SHIT IS TERRIFYING!!

Still, the Loox monsters are on good enough terms with you. They avoid you in fear of being picked on, but then get happy to talk to you when they realize that you won’t bully them. Vegatoids fell into the same category if you’re honest. As long as you ate your greens, they had no qualms about leaving you alone.

Moldsmal encourages you to let out your inner hoe-bag, no surprise there. There is that very fine line though since you’re supposed to be a “kid,” but hey! Maybe all sexy wiggles don’t have to be inherently sexual! Slowly but surely, you can revamp the sexy wiggle to be a sexy wiggle rated E for Everyone.

As for the Whimsun…

They avoided you like the fucking plague. You guessed it was to be expected; they could barely handle Frisk and they were just a little fella.

All in all, your first week in the Ruins? Pretty swell! It’s… It’s boring at times, sure, but it's better than possibly dying.

Today marks the second week (You think…?), and as you’re making your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast, you notice a note on the table left by Toriel, as well as an old phone.

“My dear child,

I will be gone for a couple of hours. In the meantime, please stay within the house, will you not? I cannot bear the thought of you being hurt and me not being there in time to protect you.

Just in case, I will leave you with this cellphone. If you need me for anything, don’t be afraid to give me a call.

Be good, alright?”

A small squeeze in your chest makes you furrow your brows. You don’t really know what that is about, so you just ignore it. You suppose there’s nothing else to do about it; you need to stay in for today until the goat mom gets back. You pick up the phone and turn it in your hand to inspect it. It looks like an old Blackberry phone, but there isn’t a symbol to indicate its brand.

Turing it on, there isn’t much on here other than a calling and texting feature, and the only contact available is Toriel’s.

You sigh quietly and set it back down on the table.

Well…

You glance over to the bookshelf Toriel keeps neat and tidy by the fireplace. You guess you can start reading to pass the time. If you get bored, you can just read the other books in Toriel’s room, too.

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Toriel closes the door behind herself, carrying a few paper bags in her arms. She had been gone longer than she anticipated, it was already lunchtime, and lost track of time. She first went to visit her mysterious friend from the other side of the Ruins. She had forgotten to visit him a few days prior since she had been so caught up in your arrival.

She didn’t feel right to reveal your identity just yet. Not because Toriel doesn’t trust this mystery man, but more out of respect for your privacy. You’re still human, and you might not appreciate her going to tell anyone that information unless you’re comfortable with it.

After all, from what you’ve been telling her, you will be staying in the Underground for a while. You expressed a few times that you don’t desire to go home, nor are you in a rush to leave the Ruins. As it stands right now, you seem content with living with Toriel for as long as she’ll allow it.

And Toriel is VERY happy to have you stay with her.

It’s been so long since someone had visited her and wanted to stay with her, that your presence is warming and healing a very lonely part of her. Every person who has fallen down into the Underground was always so eager to go back to the surface. But you? You seem to understand better than the other humans that if you leave, you’ll die. Perhaps that’s the main reason why you are staying in the Ruins, but whatever the reason is, you’re choosing to spend this time with Toriel.

Of course, she also appreciates her mysterious friend and his company. But there’s only so much a voice and funny jokes can do to keep her company, especially when she gets that underlying feeling that… He only stays around because maybe he feels like he has to at this point.

Before you, Toriel was content with accepting that. That her loneliness had gotten too much to bear, that she would accept any companionship even if it felt like “it has to happen.”

But you’re here now. You don’t make her feel that way. Yes, you’re only staying in the Ruins because you don’t want to die, but you’re not only hanging out with her because you have to, or because you’re obligated to. The small city that lies further into the Ruins has a few inns that you could easily reside in with the help of Toriel.

But no.

Every day, you greet her happily with a good morning. Every day, you ask her if she has any plans for the day. Even on the days when Toriel wants to do nothing at all, you’re happy to sit in silence with her, reading a book or just babbling about your life adventures as the monster happily listens.

Toriel loves your company. Yes, you might be an adult woman, but she will still answer you fondly as: “My child.”

Just like now.

“Ah, I am deeply sorry that I am running later than usual. I had gotten a bit–preoccupied,” Toriel calls out into the home, “But if it makes up for it, I bought a few kits so we can pick up new hobbies. Doesn’t that sound like fun, my child?”

…

But nobody answered.

“[Y/n]?”

Toriel carefully drops the bags and speedwalks to the lounge first, anxiety building in her chest–

It dissipates immediately as she smiles in relief. Your punk-ass is asleep at the dining table, hunched over with your face mushed onto an open book. It looks like you got halfway before passing out. There is a plate of pancakes on the table as well, set where Toriel usually takes her own seat whenever you two have meals together.

Seems like you were waiting for her to have breakfast together.

Her soul clenches in both fondness and slight sadness.

As much as Toriel adores your company, even she is not blind to the other, untouched issue. You are still human. You cannot withstand long periods of time doing nothing and be completely content with it. You are clearly the type who needs something new to do if the stories of your life on the surface were anything to go by.

Toriel carefully pulls your chair back and pulls you out to carry you (perks of being one of the stronger monsters in the Underground, it wouldn’t matter how much you weighed, she could still carry you) to the room you’re staying in. The bed is a little too small for you, as it was made for a child. But the other room under renovation is more of a storage room at this point, so it would be much of a hassle to clean it out at this point.

Maybe you will appreciate the new activities Toriel had bought for you two to share.

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Six months.

It’s been six months since the last Reset.

Six months since Frisk had Reset the timeline from the very beginning and just… left. There hasn’t been any sign that they’ll return, no sign that this is all just some sick joke. Frisk had done a full Reset to the “beginning” and left all the monsters in the Underground for the past six months.

There had never been a gap this long in between Resets, and it was giving Sans the strongest paranoia. He’s slowly coming to terms that maybe Frisk had finally gotten bored of them, or maybe they’re showing him some Mercy and this is their weird way of doing it.

But…

But why set them all back Underground? Why couldn’t Frisk just leave them on the surface? They didn’t even make it to the Judgement Hall last time when the Reset had been so abrupt. Was the anomaly becoming unsatisfied from experiencing the same thing over and over? Sans isn’t sure what the anomaly is, but it stopped after Frisk had left.

He had almost been worried that Frisk was back again when Toriel didn’t show up a few days ago to one of their regular meet-ups. It threw him off that Toriel seemed a little… eager to cut the conversation short to go somewhere else today. He jokingly asked if there was someone else she was looking forward to talking to, but she didn’t give any leeway if that were the case.

Maybe… Maybe it’s just been too long since he’s been able to… live. After all these years of constant timeline Resetting left and right. Strong friendships become less worth investing in, and certain types of affection fade into platonic feelings when the magic of those feelings dies off. As much as it annoys him, the Resets have done a lot of damage to him that would make any angsty teen cringe.

Maybe now, he’s in the clear. Maybe now, Sans can be bothered to try and enjoy things once again.

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You grin widely at the boss monster, “You sure you wanna spend New Year’s Eve here, Toriel? I didn’t think this kinda place was your scene!”

“This kinda place” is a small, reclusive bar in the small city in the Ruins. It’s only been nine days since you fell into the Ruins, and while Christmas wasn’t exactly a great day to celebrate for you guys (neither of you knew each other enough to even want to celebrate it), you and Toriel bonded with each other enough at this point to spend New Year's Eve together. Thankful that you’re of legal age, Toriel suggested that you two go out drinking to get shit-faced (your words, not hers).

“I don’t ever… I haven’t been able to celebrate with anyone in a long time. I know there isn’t much to do at home, so I figured it’d be more fun for the both of us to have fun here,” Toriel looks up at the large timer counting down that had been put up specifically for this day. “Are you not enjoying this?”

“Oh, are you kidding me? I haven’t been able to get shit-faced since I started my last semester!” You grin, leaning against her, “Let’s drink so much, that we immensely regret it tomorrow!”

Toriel laughs and holds up her drink, “To our health!”

You do the same, clinking your glass against hers: “To my favorite liver!!”

“What’s a liver!!”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just drink!! WOO!!”

“WOO!!”

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A/N: I know that the Anomaly is "the player in canon, but not 'round here, partner. Not 'round here

[moraygrotto]

ok i would usually append this to the post i made publishing this ask from a while ago, but the tumblr app is being very unkind to me so i'm gonna try making a new one =_=

anyway mini fic!!! based on anon's stellar idea above

~💜~

Deuce slumped back in the leather booth, letting out a long "Hnnnnnnf~" of a sigh. He was bigger than Epel, and hence should have been better off, but it was visible how much he had eaten. His belly was pudged further out beneath his T-shirt than it was when the pair arrived at the diner, and Epel could hear each of his shallow breaths. Charming as he never failed to be, Deuce also got sleepy when he ate well.

Epel leaned his elbows on the table, looking upon the remains of their shared feast. Crumpled, oil-stained paper sat atop skeletal french fry trays. A depleted puddle of ketchup was congealing atop his plate, which was otherwise empty save for crumbs. A clean-scraped soup bowl sat at the summit of a stack of dishes, and clear cups stood majestically all around: four were drained of soda, and two were emptied of all the milkshake they had once contained.

Epel, into whom about half the spread had vanished, felt ready to burst in the best possible way. "We cleaned that lunch right up, huh, Deuce?"

Deuce blinked slowly. "Totally," he said. "We were both hungry, I guess."

Epel swirled a straw around in the melting ice of his soda glass. "Helps to have someone you don't mind eatin' around, too. Like, really eatin'; you know?"

When Epel looked back up, Deuce was blushing. "I know," he replied, and as he gave a little chuckle, his mouth popped open, and a euphonic little burp burst out of him. "Oh my god," he said, immediately looking around. At this time of day, they were alone in the diner, and their waitress was in the kitchen. Deuce's stomach gurgled in the aftermath.

Finally, his eyes fell upon Epel. "I am so sorry," he said faintly, not an ounce of his prior sleepiness about him.

A flicker of competitiveness rose up within Epel, the dire need to teach him a lesson for thinking of him that way, like someone who wasn't gross as anyone else. He just as quickly quashed the feeling. Deuce looked so sheepish; Epel couldn't be mad.

Instead, he swallowed, straightened up, and gave his chest a thump.

Like a monster smashing free from a cage, a loud and rough belch thundered up out of Epel. As it echoed off the chrome-lined ceiling, he rubbed his chest, sighed, and smiled at Deuce. "Still sorry?"

Deuce's eyes were wide, and he sat stock-still. "Have I... never heard you burp before, Epel?"

"Mmgrp—Guess not," Epel said through the low gurgling of an afterburp.

"I don't know what to say," said Deuce.

"You don't have to say anything. I know I'm pretty good. Here—" He took a dry slurp at the dregs of his soda, feeling the air from the straw mingle with the cool drops of liquid down his throat. With one press to his full tummy, another burp spilled out of him, this one brassy, long, and powerful. Afterwards, his mouth tasted like his meal— part of that burp had come from deep inside him.

Grinning, Epel let out a contented breath. "Maybe if I keep goin', I'll have room for dessert~"

Deuce's eyes were darting around, but he was still blushing hotly. "Epel, we are technically in public..."

Epel took another slurp. "Yeah? So?"

"I mean..."

"Gurp—Why's the public so important, anyway? It feels good, and it ain't hurtin' anybody. I'm gonna keep burping all I want until somebody tells me to stop." He raised a playful eyebrow. "Are you tellin' me to stop, Deuce?"

"No!" Deuce blurted at once. "Honestly, I think that'd be a crime," he said more quietly. "Your burps are amazing."

Little conquest complete, Epel relaxed, leaned over, jabbed his straw into the melted ice of Deuce's soda glass, and slurped it dry in one suck. The liquid added pressure to his already packed belly, which drew his attention to a bubble of air he could feel gathering deep within him.

He squeezed his stomach muscles, shifted in his chair, and drew the burp up in one strident expulsion of air. He let his eyes fall shut as it burst out of him, rumbling through all his belly, chest, and throat like a massage.

As his stomach settled, he felt light, freed from a tight pressure he had barely noticed was bloating him up. He gave his belly a slap of contentment, then ran a hand through his bangs as he looked up at Deuce. "'Scuse me," he said.

Deuce had conceded to rub at his own tummy with one hand. "Can— Can I ask how you burp like that?" he stuttered.

Epel raised his eyebrows. "Same way you do, I reckon."

"I mean, so huge—"

"Heh, thank you." Epel wiped his mouth with a napkin, which somehow managed to jar another burp from him. "I know you mean that 'cause I'm so little, but I'll take it as a compliment."

Deuce took his fork, and squished a sesame seed from Epel's plate between the cleft of two tines, "Would you take offense if I said your burps were cute?" he said softly.

"No, but only 'cause it's you sayin' it." Epel gave his belly a probing squish. Despite having eaten so much, the pies du jour in their glass case were looking delicious. While Deuce still looked like he wanted to curl up somewhere and digest for a while, Epel wasn't sure he could abandon the desire for something sweet now that it had crossed his mind.

"Say, Deuce," he said, and picked at a corner of his paper placemat. "You don't have any room needs clearin' out in your belly, do you?"

[abbatoirablaze]

Racing Stripes, Chapter 27

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  angst towards the end, mentions of fighting, mentions of self-harm due to violence.

“Fancy seeing you here!”

Sugar couldn’t help but giggle at the driver, knowing that despite how he’d almost managed to nab a podium, he was still going to be tough on himself and sit in the garage, staring at his car, wondering what he could have possibly done any differently.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” he said slowly, suddenly feeling bad that he’d chosen her, and informed her that she could go back to the hotel as he’d had things that he ‘needed to do,’ before coming back with her, “i-I was going to be right behind you!  I-I just wanted a few moments to-”

“Lando,” she sighed lovingly as she made her way towards the driver in the midst of cutting him off.  He gave her a knowing look, both of them being saved from the continuation of his little lie.  Both of them knowing that had she not found him, he’d have sat in the garage until everything was packed up in the early morning hours, “you and I both know that there is no way you were going to show up before I fell asleep if I’d just gone back to your room!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle this time, knowing that she was all too right, “I would have tried…”

“No, you wouldn’t have!” she said with a shake of her head.

He nodded, “yeah…I guess you’re right…but I just wanted to come down here and think about the GP…I could have done better.  I should have done better!”

“Why are you so hard on yourself, Lando?” she asked softly, “why are you thinking about what you might have been able to do differently?  Why not just let yourself enjoy the moment?”

“Because I’ve worked too hard to just settle, Sugar,” he admitted from pursed lips, “you know me.  When have I ever just settled for anything?  I’ve always pushed forward for what I want…pushed towards every goal I’ve ever had…”

“Yeah…” she agreed softly, “it’s one of the many reasons I love you…your passion…your determination…it’s invigorating…but sometimes you need to learn you don’t need to be so hard on yourself.”

“If I hadn’t been, then I wouldn’t have got you!” he pointed out softly.

“You have me there,” she replied, walking until she was beside him.  She jumped up onto one of the tables and sat beside him before resting her head on his shoulder.  He reached out as she did, and they laced their fingers together, “but then again, you’ve always had me in some way or another, even when you were interning…”

Lando looked bashfully away from his girlfriend. 

But he didn’t need to look at her to feel her adjust her grip and re-lace their fingers.  For a moment he was comforted, until another thought raced into his mind.

“I’m scared about our future!” he admitted after a moment of silence in the garage.

“I am too, Lando…”

His eyes shot to hers as she lifted her head from his shoulder, “What?”

She nodded, “next season you’ll be off doing your own thing…and I’ll be doing mine.  I’ll be modeling, and you’ll be racing all across the globe.  Who’s to say you won’t find comfort with another motorsports girl…or some other worldly woman doesn’t catch your eye?”

“Impossible…I only have eyes for you,” he told her softly, “Do you think we won’t work out?”

“I hope we do…but you know me, Lando…I don’t ever get too comfortable…”

“We just have to be open, right?” he asked, “Make sure we don’t have a lapse in communication…I mean, it might be difficult at first, but-“

“We have the break to start figuring it out, Lando…” she reminded him, “I don’t want you getting too far ahead of yourself.  For as much as I’m making plans that I’ll never need, you overthink just as much.”

“Hey you know me,” he reminded her, “Two things I’m great at are overthinking and getting ahead of myself.”

“No, two things you are great at are being amazingly sweet, and forever passionate about what you really love!” she smiled, offering him the smallest of consolations within a few sweet words, “it’s one of the many reasons I love you….”

“It still boggles my mind that you love me…”

“Well get used to it, Norris, because there’s not a single way I would ever not be in love with you!”

“Yeah…” he smiled, “you say that now, but wait until I’m old and losing my hair.”

“Impossible!” she smiled, “you’re keeping those curly tresses forever!”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged playfully, “Stress can really get at a guy…Pierre was telling me that his hair is starting to thin out!”

“Enough teasing…Now come on…let’s go back to the hotel and get some fluids in you and shower!” she said sweetly as she jumped down from the table, “you’ve run yourself ragged this weekend and you need to relax.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“What’s going on, Checo?”

“It’s nothing, Christian, I jus-“

“Well obviously it’s something,” their principal growled, “you just DNFed at eighteenth.  There was nothing wrong with the car originally and you ran it into the ground.  I’m going to need some answers out of you!”

“I don’t want to talk about it…”

“Checo?”

“Checo, I’m not forcing the kids to come on.”

“I just want to speak to them,” he all but pled as he held his phone close to himself.  Staring through the other side of the screen was his soon to be ex-wife with a discontented look on her face.  She had her hair tied up, and she was in her comfy clothes as she argued with the Mexican driver, “they are my children too and you can’t just keep them from me!”

“I’m not keeping them from you, Sergio,” she spat, “They don’t want to talk to you!”

“Well I want them to talk to me!” he argued, “It’s bad enough that I can’t be there and-“  

“You’re right!  You’re not here!” she growled at him, “maybe if you were here, you could walk down the hall and go to their bedrooms and talk to them, but you’re not.  And they’ve made it perfectly clear to me that they don’t want to talk to you over a phone!  They don’t want that sort of relationship with their father where they only see him on a screen!”

“They’re five and three,” he hissed, “they don’t know what they want!”

“It’s my job as their mother to protect them and look out for their best interests, Sergio!  And this is part of it,” she spat once more, “especially when their father isn’t home to do it!”

“I can’t be home!” he reminded her, his rage building inside of himself, “how the hell do you think the bills get paid, huh?  How do you think you don’t have to work?  Because week in and week out I do this!  This is how the kids stay clothed and fed.  This is the reason you have a roof over your head and money in your wallet.  I don’t ask for much!  I just want to talk to the kids on the pho-“

“NO!”

“Wh-what?”

“No,” she replied once more, her one syllable answer echoing in his mind, “I said no.  I’m not going to let you talk to the kids, because they do not want to talk to you!”

“My race starts in fifteen minutes,” he angrily replied, “just let me talk to them!”

“Goodbye, Checo!” she replied.

“Checo!”

The Mexican driver sat in his spot in the middle of the floor of the gym.  Broken glass and assorted equipment were scattered throughout the gym. 

But she was there amongst it all.  Her stockings ripped because of the glass digging into her flesh, but she didn’t care.  All she cared about was the driver who was so upset that he destroyed the whole gym in a hotel.

“Sergio…talk to me!” she begged him, “you’re scaring me, Sergio…please.  Just talk to me!”  

“The kids…” he answered simply as he sniffled to himself, “my wife-ex…she won’t let me talk to them.”

“Oh Checo,” she sighed, one hand reaching up to stroke his cheek, “I-I’m so sorry.”

“They’re my world, Bebe,” he whispered, feeling broken inside while he explained what had been going on with him, “and for weeks the calls have been getting sparse.  The kids are always doing something or not available.  She’ll spend a few minutes on the phone, and we argue…I just-how am I supposed to be here and there at the same time.”

“You can’t…”

“And that’s what is causing me to be absent in their lives,” he frowned, “I don’t know what to do, Bebe.  I can’t be there if I’m here, and I can’t be here if I’m there.”

“Well, the season ends soon…”

“Even then,” he frowned, “I’m just going to be going to an empty apartment.  The kids aren’t there.  The visitations will be few and far between…there’s nothing I can do.  And before you know it the next season will start and it’ll happen all over again!”

“Either way, it’s not a problem we can solve right now and in the middle of a broken up gym!” she reminded him, “it’s about the little steps, right?”

“I know…”

“Well how about we start by getting you up to your room?” she asked softly.  She reached down and grabbed his hands, showing him the backs of his knuckles, “how about you let me clean you up and we get you in the shower?”

“I just want to be alone…”

“Sergio,” she whimpered, shaking her head, “just because you feel alone doesn’t mean you have to walk the path alone…”

“I don’t deserve anyone to walk anywhere with me…” he huffed, “I can’t be a good husband or be there for my kids…can’t finish the race…I’m not doing any good anywhere.”

“Hey ,stop that,” he begged, dropping his hands, only to lift his chin with them, “you are an amazing, loving, passionate man, Sergio…I know that you’re going through a hell of a situation right now, but you’ll make it out on the other side…and do you know why?”

“Why?” he asked as one of her hands drifted away from his face and down to his chest.  He felt his breathing go shallow as she gazed deep into his eyes.

“Because of this,” she replied, touching just over where his heart was, “I’ve never met a man so devoted as you.  Whether it’s to your kids, or to your job…you’ll find a way, Sergio…”

Chapter 28

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16

[storiesofsvu]

A Redemption Earned Ch 2

Becca nearly surprised herself when she actually showed up at Firefly the following week. The restaurant was what she would call casual chic, by the look of their social media she had expected a lot fancier. It was inside of a converted high rise, from the outside it was nothing fancy, but the interior had been redone and you could tell there was a certain standard adhered to. She checked in at the host stand and had to wait a minute until they figured out where she was going, and she was escorted to the rooftop patio where the private party was being held.

She let out a soft sigh, her eyes scanning the patio for her mother, pausing to swipe a signature cocktail from a server on her way through the crowd. Heather had been right, while it was a business oriented event, there was a decent amount of casual wear around the place, but she was still glad she’d opted for a sundress, dark jean jacket thrown overtop since it wasn’t quite warm enough yet, she felt more comfortable, and like she was putting the accurate version of herself out there.

Finally, she found Heather standing at a high top table near the railing of the patio, it appeared she was wrapping up a conversation with someone around Becca’s age, a business card handed over before a handshake was exchanged and the boy wandered off. It left her the opportunity to approach, managing to sneak in before someone else walked up, avoiding any awkward introductions.

“Hey.” She greeted with a small sigh, fidgeting with the sleeve of her jacket for a moment while Heather’s head turned in her direction.

“Becca!” She swiftly placed her drink down and there was an awkward moment where they both stepped closer to one another, unsure of what the appropriate greeting was at this point. A shift between nearly going in for a hug, faking out to maybe going for a handshake and landing on Becca giving a little wave and a smile while Heather’s hand softly squeezed at her shoulder, “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Thanks. Uh… me too… not really what I expected, but… it’s better than having to be little miss perfect around grey haired stuck up politicians.”

“You’re telling me.” Heather mused over the rim of her glass and Becca let out a small chuckle, opting to distract herself with her own drink before returning her gaze to her mom, who frowned for a moment as she took in her expression, “hey…” she started softly, “you know you didn’t need to come today. Did your dad not want you to, you two get into it or something?”

“What?” She glanced up, her brow furrowed.

“You look upset…”

“I guess just… nervous?” she shrugged, “I was never as good at putting on a face as you were.”

“Are you sure? Your eyes are glassy like you were crying earlier.”

“Oh.” Becca let out a snort of a laugh, “uh, in the sake of blank slates, I guess complete honesty is probably a good idea?” Heather nodded, “that’d be the joint I smoked before coming to help calm the jitters.”

“Weed?” Heather raised a brow and Becca held back an eye roll.

“Can you save the lecture?”

“I wasn’t going to.” She held up a hand in submission, “as long as it’s only weed, and you didn’t drive yourself.”

“God no!” She let out a small laugh, “Dad dropped me off.”

“How is you father?”

“Good.” Becca crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the high top table, rocking up on her toes, “he’s cut the hours in the OR, spends much more time on his research and checking in at the facility. He wants to make personal connections with as many patients as possible, remind them that there’s people out there who give a shit about them. Even if their family or friends abandoned them over the addiction, that someone out there’s always going to have your back. You should stop by sometime, check it out, I think you’d be really proud.”

“I wouldn’t want to step on any toes.”

“He was the one who invited you to join us last week.” She shrugged, glancing up at her, “and he was very encouraging that I come today. Said he’s got good word that you’ve put in a lot of work and are making the right changes.”

“Well, my therapist did come on his recommendation.”

“Isn’t there some kind of confidentiality thing?”

“There are always ways to talk about the unspoken.”

“So you didn’t make your therapist sign an NDA?” Becca smirked up at her, the familiar gleam back in her eyes as she teased, and Heather playfully rolled her eyes.

“Unless it’s needed for work, those days are behind me.”

“Good.” She murmured over another sip of her drink, letting out a breath as she glanced around the terrace, “so…what is this thing? I thought you said it was work related? But the vibe I’m getting is some kinda sugar meet up…”

“What?” Heather laughed.

“I’m just sayin, there are plenty of kids my age and younger who look middle ish class, and a bunch of people your age and older who look rather well off.”

“It is a work thing.” She insisted, “it’s a luncheon they do every couple of years for law students, pre-law and those who are thinking about going into the legal world. They invite a bunch of alum from the schools and the industry from various types of practice to talk with the kids so they can get a better grasp on what they’re getting into and what they might want to specialize in. I figured something more social with more distractions would be a good idea.” She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink, “and, as you said, there’s a handful of people around your age. Who knows who you could meet?”

“Mom…” Becca rolled her eyes, “I’ll accept that on a friends only basis.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Sarah. I think you’d like her.”

“A girl from work?”

“No, school.”

“Oh. You’ve been together a while then?”

“A little over a year.” Becca rocked up on her toes again, nearly swinging from the table, “I went back for my masters. On track to graduate with honors.”

“I’m not surprised.” Heather smiled over at the girl, “congratulations. I would say I would love to meet her but I’m sure she’s heard a lot of bad things.”

“No, actually… I just said I didn’t really talk to you anymore, you lived outta state and the divorce was messy. Never really got into it. But I’m sure she would still take some warming up to the idea anyhow.”

As Heather began to reply, the conversation was interrupted by a couple of prospective graduates and Becca slunk a little bit into the background as she watched her mom slip back into professional mode. While the crowd mingled around a bit, Becca hit up the buffet, grabbing plates filled with appetizers and small bites, refilling her drink at the bar before returning back to the table with Heather. She engaged in some small talk with a handful of the conversations, exchanging numbers with one of them, and accepting a drink from another an hour later when hers was empty. The plates stayed relatively bottomless of food while they picked over them, and eventually they were left alone at their table again.

Becca sunk back some of her drink, surveying her mother for a moment, not only was today a different style of even than she had expected, but she also hadn’t missed how Heather had swapped to soda water after one drink. While she was still put together and looked the right part, she was more relaxed, open to happily talk to strangers and actually giving support to the up and comers. She began to wonder just how much there was that she didn’t know about her mom, especially the good stories and what she’d been up to over the past six years.

“What?” Heather mused with a grin, raising a brow in Becca’s direction. She hadn’t expected today to go as smoothly as it had, it was honestly a surprise that Becca even showed up. So whatever was now on the girl’s mind certainly piqued her interest.

“Can I ask you something? Though… I get if this isn’t exactly the right setting to do so, so feel free to say no… or to say later…”

“What is it?”

“Was… is? Dad the only guy you’ve ever been with?” Becca blamed the three drinks on her suddenly brazen question, but was also genuinely curious, this type of question was the starting point to understanding why Heather had done everything she had.

“I…” Heather let out a hefty breath, glancing down at her glass of sparkling water before taking a sip.

“I’m not gonna tattle if you order another drink to get through this.”

“I’m allowed to drink.” Heather laughed, “I just figured keeping a clear head would be a good idea today, but I can’t say I expected you to ask that.”

Becca smiled, waving down a roaming server to grab a couple off cocktails off their tray, picking up a few other snacks from another’s to replenish their plates. She patiently waited for her mom to take a couple sips before she glanced down into the glass, sighing lightly as she answered the question.

“Yes.” Heather shook the hair out of her face as she looked back up, “we were high school sweethearts. We were in love, our families loved us together. There were jokes and teasing of when the wedding was before we’d even graduated. You have to remember, this was in the time where it was drilled into your brain as a young woman that you finish school, settle down with a nice boy, have a couple kids, get a dog and set up shop with a white picket fence. The only adjustment being that our parents understood how important careers were for both of us.” She sipped at her drink, “and I really did love him. I know how incredible he was to me… I’m still not sure if it just faded over time, or if we just weren’t on the same page.”

“And you’re sure it’s not just a gay thing?” Becca asked bluntly and Heather’s eyes widened, “I’m just saying…. If he’s the only guy you were ever with that means any affairs were with women. Or was it that women are easier to control?”

“I… I’m not sure.” Heather leant against the table as she pondered the thought, “I will say that the romantic love was still there with your dad, even up until the end.”

“If your next thought has anything to do with you and dad’s sex life, I do not need to know.” She warned and the other woman laughed.

“No, no. And I have thought about it--the sexuality thing--it’s still something I’m trying to figure out, things for me are a lot different from your generation.”

“What’d’you mean? Aside from like…being accepted in society?”

“Well for starters things were black and white for me. It was one gender or the other, there was no middle ground, bisexuality was a hush hush subject you didn’t talk about. Now there are so many different identities, somedays I struggle to keep up with it all. When I started to realize that maybe my marriage wasn’t what I really wanted, it felt wrong to break up my family, and I was worried about my career.”

“Okay I get the family thing, but your career? I mean… Jackie’s been proudly out the entire time and she’s literally sitting in the White House as we speak.”  Heather let out a huff of a laugh, her gaze dropping to the plate in front of her before slowing returning to Becca’s.

“There are a number of differences between myself and Jackie…” she started, and quickly held up a hand as Becca’s mouth fell open, “and before you start with the sassy remarks… let me finish?”

“Okay, okay.”

“Prior to Tasha, Jackie was never married. She’d had a couple of public and substantial relationships, but was more of the perpetually single, married to the job type. I knew my kind of divorce in the public eye would cause a scandal no matter what. And… it’s worthwhile to remind you that while I know you think Jackie and I are part of the same generation, we’re not. We’re close enough, but there were a lot of different standards we were held to, she has very supportive parents.”

“You’re saying gramma wouldn’t have been okay with you liking women?”

“We are talking about my mother, right?” Heather laughed, “you’ve met the woman.”

“She had your back after all the affairs leaked…” Becca suggested, “she knew everything the public knew and was still there for you after Jordan…” She let herself trail off, the subject was still touchy for everyone, but she knew it must be even touchier for Heather, who let out a low breath, sucking back her drink as she did her best to keep those emotions at bay.

“If by ‘had my back’ you mean bark at housekeepers to keep the food incoming and remodel the backyard in the days I couldn’t even get out of bed… scolding me for doing so. She was so insistent on getting the property back into shape she couldn’t even bother to see what I wanted or needed. Two days after the funeral Maria knocked on my door saying I should go downstairs to check on mother, I was so deep into a bottle of scotch I couldn’t be bothered, I barely even remember her doing it. Turns out mom hadn’t just been nitpicking my house staff, she’d hired her own disposal crew and cleared out the entire guest house.”

“Wait… what?!” Becca shot up from leaning against the table, her eyes wide.

“Yeah.” Heather nodded, her shoulders drooping the slightest bit, “her reasoning was that if I had nothing to remind me of Jordan, it would be as if he was never there to begin with. That I could move on. Everything he had out there was gone. Forever.”

“Okay, I know she’s family and all, but she’s a fucking cunt.” She lowered her voice on the last few words considering their location, though the crowd had lowered in the past bit. “Did she not even think that maybe anyone else had shit out there?”

“I don’t think she cared. We got into a huge fight over it, and I kicked her out, told her to go back home where she wasn’t fucking up anyone else’s life but her own. Thank God she didn’t manage to clear out the main house, I got to keep a couple of things.”

“Jesus…”

“I mean… what’s the saying? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree?”

“Are you seriously saying that if I had a kid who died you’d focus on renovating the house over taking care of me?” Becca raised a brow,

“Six years ago? Probably. Which is something I regret immensely. Now? Absolutely not. Not a day goes by that I am thankful that your father, Maria, your stubbornness,” a pause for brief laughter, “whatever it was made you break the cycle of toxicity. If you had turned out to be a little mini me, I would have failed you as a mother even more than I already have.”

There was a brief pause at the table, the spring breeze warmly blowing across them as Heather’s words sunk in. Becca’s hand slowly slid across the table, squeezing at her mom’s arm, the two of them exchanging warm smiles.

“Guess I’m glad I’m a little bitch then.” She teased with a grin and Heather let out a huff, “have you talked to gramma since?”

“No. And I don’t want to. I knew that day that I wanted nothing to do with her anymore. A few days later I finally saw Doctor Todd and for the first time in ages, things started to make sense.”

“Where were you?” Becca asked, a reasonable question for a mother forced away by her family.

“French Alps.” She replied over a sip of her drink, “for the first year. I was still stubborn headed and thought that was enough time spent doing nothing, lounging around while every second day was a zoom therapy meeting. Sometimes every day.”

“But you came back? Nat saw you, said you mentioned a firm or something in the city?”

“Yes.” Heather sighed, “I thought I could handle it, I mean, how hard could returning to life be? But after a month or so… Dr Todd pointed out that I was starting to slip already. It was too hard to stay away from politics when I was in D.C, and everything was made worse by watching Tasha and Jackie in the White House. Not that they don’t deserve everything they have but being this close to all of it made me politically hungry again. So, we decided that I needed to move forward somewhere else, give myself more of a break, even if it meant being further away from potentially reconciling with you and your father.”

“Please tell me you were nowhere near gramma.”

“Of course not! I was only in Baltimore. Far enough to be disassociated, but close enough if anything happened, I’d be back in a flash.”

“Are you back for good now?” Becca asked cautiously, and for once, not because she wanted her mother out of her life.

“I think so. At our session last week, we talked about how where we belonged was where we felt most at home, where we had the most ties. And if I can at least attempt to repair the roots I have with you and your dad, then I might have the support system to help me keep moving in the right direction, and able to stay where I feel right.” Heather felt herself let out a breath of relief, having said so much of what she needed to, thankful they hadn’t been interrupted while having this part of their conversation.

“Good.” Becca said confidently, grabbing her attention, “because despite everything it kinda has been weird without you. I know Dad’s got your back, aside from the whole affair thing, he always has, he wants to see you succeed and get better. And so do I. It’s still gonna take me a while to like… fully trust you again, if I ever will, but…I can tell you’ve been working on yourself. And all I want is to see you get better.”

“Really?” Heather glanced up, a very hopeful look on her face and Becca smiled.

“Yeah, duh. I know a lot of shit went down, but you’re my mom… we’re family. And family deserves a chance to prove themselves loyal. But… know you’re only getting one. This isn’t an unlimited affair.”

“Trust me...I know.”

“Good.” Becca’s phone suddenly vibrated on the table top, “oh shit.”

“Who’s your get out of jail free card?” Heather chuckled, raising a brow and Becca returned with a confused glance.

“What?”

“Who’s the person you had call after a specific amount of time in case you wanted out?”

“No one!” Becca laughed heartily, “it’s just dad saying he happens to be in the neighborhood in case I want a ride home.”

“Well, I can’t be one to restrict.” Heather stepped away from the table, “thank you for coming today.”

“Hey…” Becca smiled, slipping her jacket back on, “last time I heard, Dunbar’s didn’t let someone leave without walking them out?”

Heather laughed softly, this time her hand coming up to sweep away a piece of loose hair from Becca’s cheek, thankful when the younger girl accepted it. It only took a few minutes for them to head downstairs and back into the sunlight as Rob’s SUV pulled up.

“I’ll see ya.” Becca gave a little awkward wave, moving toward the car before she suddenly stopped in her tracks, glancing back at her mom before bounding back. “Thank you.” She murmured as she wrapped her arms around Heather. Who was so surprised it took a moment, glancing to the car and then to the top of Becca’s head before she wrapped her daughter in her embrace, leaving a soft kiss on her hair.

“I love you.” Heather nearly whispered, her arms squeezing ever so lightly before Becca slipped out of them. Glancing up with a warm yet tight smile she nodded gently,

“I know.” She turned back to the car, “I’ll text you when I’m home safe.”

“Thank you.”

Heather watched as Becca hurried down to the street, hopping into the car with ease, and gave Rob a friendly wave in return before he peeled off. She let out a soft sigh of relief, today had gone far better than she could have expected, now she could only hope that every day would continue on in this direction.

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[bradleybonkbradshaw]

OH MY GOD HEY BESTIE!!!!! If you’re still taking smut prompts 100 with hangster??👀👀👀👀

Love ya!!💕💕

JJ! Sorry this took a little longer, it played games with me toward the end but here it is! Hopefully a worthy payback for the one you wrote.

This is my attempt at not babygirlifyling Jake and babygirlifying Bradley instead 😌 apologies if there are any mistakes.

I hope you enjoy<3

Warnings: bottom bradley (I guess), pet names (one use of princess) anal fingering, anal sex.

Jake wakes too hot, sticky almost, with sweat, weight pressed against his back and pinning him to the bed. His legs are tangled with anothers; it’s been so long, he’d almost forgotten where he was, ready to jump up to scarper out of the room, maybe land a black eye before he did but he soon settled, realising he didn’t need to.

He’s home. With Bradley. They’re okay.

God, does that feel good.

They made up in spectacular fashion, which wasn’t exactly unheard of for them, they have a pretty good track record of doing things spectacularly. Whether it’s saving one another's lives, or getting together and coming out as a couple to their friends, or splitting up… What can he say? They’re just spectacular in every way.

He feels Bradley wake up. The gradual change in his breathing pattern from deep and even to short and more consciously controlled, the slight shift in his body and the way his fingers tighten around the parts of Jake they’d been resting on, The steadily growing, eager erection pressing into his hip and backside–

A bristly kiss to his shoulder blade proves him right.

"Don't make me think about it then," Bradley hums, hoarse.

“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?” He makes it sound, as much as possible, like he’s whining, but actually, he’s smiling into the pillow, turning his head into it to hide it.

"You're already thinking about it, sweetheart." Jake reaches behind to squeeze at the bare cock at his back.

Bradley breathes a couple of uneven breaths, drops more kisses across Jakes skin and in the hairline on the back of his neck, the sounds filling the room.

"I missed it - missed you," a hand snakes around Jakes front, providing the same treatment afforded to him, "missed this," he squeezes again for good measure, another kiss.

Jake disentangles himself, turns around and shoves at Bradleys shoulder until he's lay on his back, Jake between his legs, knees pulled up so they're bracketing Jakes hips, heels planted into the mattress.

Jake kisses him, soft, slow, morning breath be damned.

"Missed you too, sweetheart" he mumbles between kisses, lifting himself up on one arm at the side of Bradleys head, shuffling forward on his knees to allow his other arm underneath himself; down between Bradleys legs, behind his balls and up to press a finger over his hole.

Bradley hisses into his mouth, drags his bottom lip into his mouth as Jakes finger makes small circles.

"Sore?" Jake asks, with his lip back, nose dragging across Bradleys neck while he leaves kisses.

"Mm– a little, not enough."

Jake lets his hips rock down and Bradleys skin muffles his moan.

"Baby–" he breathes, "--you will be the death of me."

"I better be." Bradley quips, trying to push his hips back into Jakes hand.

"Fuuuuck—" chorused between them as Jakes finger slips in, just to the base of his nail.

Bradley rocks on to it almost instinctively.

Jake pulls back, a quick kiss dropped to Bradleys lips when he whines, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube left out on the bedside table the previous night. His finger is back pushing at the ring of muscle within a few seconds, still leaning over Bradley to take the sounds right out of his mouth.

Its relatively easy, Bradley pliant and relaxed from sleep and the night before, he works the first finger in, in a minute, dragging it in and out of him, knuckle dragging across his walls forcing a groan out of him.

He feels Bradley tremble - flutter - when he slips in a second finger all at once. He forgets how to kiss momentarily, Jake left to leave soft bites along his jawline until Bradley starts to respond again, only to begin fucking him in earnest. Jake picks himself up, sitting back on his heels, jams a hand in the ditch of Bradleys left knee and pushes it up until its almost flat to his chest, almost up on his shoulder. The heel of his hand slaps at Bradleys skin obscenely as his pace picks up, Bradley keening and trying to rock his hips up with the little leverage he has.

"One more?" Jake grins down at him; not slowing down, his fingers brushing over Bradleys prostate sporadically, fully expecting the response he gets.

Bradleys open mouth moves as if to speak but there's nothing but rough breaths and a strained cry come out. He's blinking rapidly in an effort to stop himself closing his eyes, tears starting to gather at the waterline, fingers fisting in the sheets below. Eventually, he manages to shake his head, a frantic thing.

Jake leans back over to drop a kiss on Bradleys bottom lip, fingers squeezing into the meat of Bradleys leg.

"I got you, baby."

He sits back again, eases his fingers out and goes straight back for more lube, wrapping the free hand around himself, stroking just enough to prepare. He notches himself at Bradleys opening, delights in the way Bradleys pleads with his eyes, completely wordless.

Jake pushes forward; a slick, methodical grind into Bradleys core until he bottoms out. He gives them both a moment to catch their breath, still, Bradley clenching around him.

Times slows to a sluggish crawl, as though they're the only ones in the world in that moment, Jake slides himself up Bradleys torso, shoving the breath out of him as he goes, sinking in deep enough to make Bradleys eyes roll back in his head in time for Jake to lick into his mouth.

"That better, princess?" Jakes voice is barely controlled, barely containing how quickly he's falling apart.

"Jake–" it's a cracked whisper, but it's there.

"I know, darlin'," Jake croons.

With his weight on his knees and the hand under Bradleys knee, he frees his other hand, brings it between them to Bradleys cock, fingers circling around it. He lets his thumb explore the tip, gather up pre-come, spread it around and down, give a few firm tugs from root to tip and repeat, all the while watching Bradley lose his mind. His hips moving of their own accord, undecided on which pleasure he wants more; whether to fuck up in to Jakes hand or rock down onto his cock.

Jake starts to rock his hips, steady and slow, a startling opposite to the show he put on the night before, barely pulling out, just a filthy grind that punches tiny, broken nh sounds from Bradley. His cock is caught, almost forgotten between their abdomens, twitching and leaving glistening trails across their skin. Jake can't help but notice the way Bradley shudders every time Jake manages to rub up against it.

Jake decides to take the option away, gets back to his knees and lets Bradleys legs fall to the mattress, both of his bent knees dropping to the sides spreading himself out. Jake grins, tightens his grip on his cock just enough, his other hand on Bradleys hip and stays still, much to Bradleys chagrin.

It's amazing how quickly he finds his voice – Bradley starts to beg.

"If you want it so badly, baby, you'll have to take it–" Jake cocks his head a little, "I treated you so sweet last night, where's my sugar?"

Jake sees Bradleys knees rise, feels the bed dip as his heels dig in and yet it still comes as enough of a surprise when Bradleys hips lift and drop, that Jake almost shouts, curling in on himself just a little, until Bradley does it again–

–and again and again–

"That's it, make yourself come, just like that--"

Jake sees the strain start to hit Bradley hard, the flush creeping in all directions over his skin, his abs flex and jump from the way he doesn't allow his hips to touch the bed fully, his thighs and calves tremble visibly and instead of the raspy keens and high whines that Jake gets when he's fucking Bradley; the effort has him grunting, the sounds seemingly coming from down in his chest.

His eyes are jammed shut, a knot of skin between his brows, mouth open, panting, and Jake watches in awe as his body pulls tighter, his cock starts to twitch in Jakes hand and he's coming in long trembling pulses across his own stomach and down over Jakes fingers.

Jake doesn't wait, he picks that moment to chase his own peak, shifting enough for the angle to change, wrapping one arm around each of Bradleys thighs. He's not rocking anymore, he's pulling out and slamming back in, his hips meeting the skin of Bradleys ass noisily as he does.

Bradley is louder than he has been the entire time, wide eyed and cursing like a sailor, urging Jake on - to come inside him.

Jake does. Letting himself sink down into Bradleys chest, and breathe noisily, damp heat rising back up.

Bradleys fingers are threading through his hair when he lifts his head back up.

"Shower?"

Please send more but i'll write more anyway

[jmrothwell]

✨🌈 👩‍💻 (if three is too many feel free to choose two!)

Hey Ash!! Thanks for the ask!!

(Snippet Ask Game)

✨ share a snippet featuring night time

From somewhere in the future of Even Though it Hurts (it doesn't really feature night time as of yet)

The silence fell heavy around them; Reggie refused to let it settle. “Julie wouldn’t do that.” “No.” Willie said, though his voice was as strained as the expression on his face. “But Caleb would.” “He can’t make her do that, though.” Reggie said leaning heavier on the stump they’d been using as a table. No one met his gaze as he looked over all his friends.  “I could.” Luke’s voice could barely be heard over the crackling of the fire. Tentatively he glanced up before second guessing himself and looking to his feet again, clutching his arm tight. “If-if I really wanted to, I could make any of you do anything I wanted.” “And no one knows what Caleb’s inclination is.” Alex muttered under his breath. “He’s had enough time and resources, he could have easily trained in more than one.” Willie says. Reggie’s heart sunk further in his chest, managing to break more than he thought was possible, at this rate he’d soon be no more than an empty husk. Flynn’s decisive voice, ringing loud and firm above everything else, was his only saving grace.  “Then we better go get her.”

🌈 share two lines that show the before/after of any growth a character made

Decided to not go with a WIP for this one (probably didn't need to stick with WIPs in the first place but it is what I chose). Also cheating because it's definitley more than two lines.

From: Every Turn a Surprise

Dawning looks of realization, tinged with hints of pity took over Flynn, Carrie, and Willie’s faces. Reggie followed their quick side glances to Julie, who quickly excused herself and practically sprinted away. Reggie was on his feet following her before he even realized it.

His focus was fully on Julie and the song now. It was just as amazing being able to sing with her. He bounced a little on his toes, he didn’t just get to hear her. He was going to sing with this beautiful angel! He could hardly keep still as they approached the first round of call and response in the song. 

👩‍💻 share a snippet that you worked on for a long time or struggled with

Another non-WIP one

From: A Line Without a Hook:

But it don’t mean I love you any less     Just ‘cuz no one else can see  <– Even you’re blind to (- how to fit??) The way my longing heart aches    Knowing you and I were never meant to be

[imthefailedartist]

Rambling Thoughts. Spoilers.

Wow it looks like a real movie.

There is proper lighting and cinematography. Wow.

I hate how he's walking through this field.

Amira Vann is a performer.

Should've killed her grandaddy.

Too much narration.

These letters a little too detailed. Show don't tell.

I'm gon be honest, Tyler is the last person on earth who should tackling race.

I know Buster don't think Willie Earl is his child. Sir your colorism and self hatred can't be that severe that you think Bayou is half white. Sir! Open your eyes. He called him HALF BREED! Bruh. Delusional men are pure comedy.

I like that he calls her Lil Anne

Bayou is not it. I just don't think he's worth all the drama. He is boring. He doesn't even write songs. For a movie called A Jazzmans Blues Bayou has no interest in music. He doesn't write songs/music or play an instrument. Paper Airplanes isn't even written by him. He doesn't even really take singing seriously its just something he does.

Ooh he on that stuff.

Bucket better watch who she put her hands on. We know your truth and the only ones who gone help you.

Bayou has no stage presence. I'm not braving the Chicago winters to see a ni**a standing still. Willie Earl on the other hand, stage presence but I hate him so I never want to see him win.

"We don't allow coloreds to sit at our table". Sir that is the kitchen table! That is for the servants to sit and prep it is not the dining room table.

Soon as her momma said that lie Leanne should've blew up their spot. "Okay mama. Okay. Well guess what, we are negroes."

They stopped the car cut it off slammed doors, threw up, swap stories get back in cut the car back on and not once does Willie Earl wake up. Don't do drugs kids.

They never call it heroin. Why? It can't possibly change the rating to call it by name over showing the needle in his arm.

Ira do know he talking to a black man in the Jim Crow Era South?

Ira telling Bayou his survival story to tell him to survive so you can help others.

Me: Ira save that story for someone else. Bayou ain't got that dog in him.

Citsy is great. She needs more story.

This needs a good editing. It needed another script edit. Its much too long and the timeline gets a little jumbled. After Leanne comes back. I have no idea how much time has passed we needed more time with them at 16 & 17. This is where their performances shine. Also we needed them sneaking around more after she returns to see that it wasn't just puppy love taken too seriously.

This heffa bes better hope that baby don't come out chocolate.

Everything happens to Bayou. He is never in charge of his own story. He is very hard to root for. And the one time he makes his own choice it's the dumbest decision ever.

The Debbie Allen did the choreography for this movie and we never get to see it shine.

What is the audience of the Royale? Why are these white folks coming to see what seems like an all or majority Black Revue?

Only nine months have passed since he left?

Did she come to Hattie Mae for comfort and familiarity or because she was scared that baby was gon come out dark.

You can't take your aunty some money to make sure she is able to live and feed herself? Ni**a kill yourself.

How you the headliner but your brother, high out of his mind has more stage presence than you?

Bayou joins the military but it has no effect on his character. It doesn't make him braver or stronger or more sensitive. He just joins and immediately gets out.

Ira wasn't on heroin? Then what the hell was wrong with him? Heat stroke?

I think he's getting darker. She says about a baby the color of alabaster.

Baby the color of fresh fallen snow in Alaska, freshly painted apartment walls, unseasoned mashed potatoes, the color of the crowd at a Train concert

His momma: is he getting darker?

Ira saw him perform and thought he was the star compared to Willie Earl? Absolutely not. Now if it was that he had that sweet, innocent charm that would stretch across to white markets I could believe it but it wasn't so it's unbelievable.

Look I'm all for resilience in the face of adversity but as Tyler Perry himself once said. If you can't get peace where you are, MOVE. Hattie pack your shit and go.

How you mad cause you let heroin get in the way of you auditioning?

Being a woman is dangerous business. This man would rather kill her than just admit she couldn't stand The South. Imagine if he found out she was Black? He'd of killed her and the baby. Imagine if that baby came out brown. They'd have burned the city down.

Her mom's crazy for bringing them back to the South. That's the one place where black folks are in abundance. Passing is easiest when you isolate. That's what's missing from this story. The husband and sheriff are never suspicious.

This movie is too long to cut that out. We should've seen more of her life with her husband and bonding with Citsy.

So she's a quarter or a half? What is her mama?

Bayou is a fool. Not a fool, a damn fool. Why the hell would you go back to Georgia?

Willie Earl ain't shit.

Yeah, Bayou is not worth all this. Neither is Leanne.

There should've been more cuts to the eighties.

See you gotta be careful who you have ya kids around. How you 50-75% percent Negro and racist.

Tyler really put effort into this movie. The sets fell and look real.

Someone said Leanne aged like a yt woman and said that was her punishment? Y'all!!! I laughed.

Did Hattie give him the letters because he's her grand baby and she's tired of his racist bullshit or because she was serious about the investigation?

I did not need the nurse pointing out who he was.

The credit version of Paper Airplanes is really beautiful.