#if youre gonna kill a guy. your brother is like the classic place to start

[necromycologist]

your brother is basically a classic person to kill

[ozimagines]

Hi, this might be a weird one so I understand if you don't want to do it. But if you were willing a "dating would include" between Ryan O'Reilly and Nikolai Stanislofsky would be interesting? Maybe they have to work together and then decide to stay together for reasons?? I just thought that they might make an interesting enemies to lovers couple, but thats just me... Anyways regardless of your decision, thank you for everything that you have already written and I wish you happiness and success for the future. Thank you

Yoooooooo how did I not think of it I love the enemies to lovers trope. It’s a classic for a reason! And Oz has so many enemies!😂 gonna play with that in the future. They had some sexual chemistry between them, especially during that shower scene. But as we all know Ryan’s “not a fag”🙄🤣

Also of course! I’m definitely gonna write whatever people send because I like a challenge but this request was juicy😘🤌 Thanks for being patient with me. I don’t write requests in order, I just wait until I have a good idea for it. This one isn’t finished, but it’s the first part to a steamy love story. Much obliged for the request.

(For anyone wondering, the life update is that I’m stable on meds rn so I’m writing a little more. Haven’t actually attempted since thanksgiving. That’s a big deal for me.)

Ryan O’Reily dating Nikolai Stanislavsky would include…

Détente. That was the word.

He wasn’t quite a friend. He wasn’t quite an enemy. He was this other third thing O’Reily couldn’t quite place.

O’Reily prided himself for being good at reading people… but this Russian fuck. He couldn’t get a read on the guy.

The false charm. Had to be fake, right? That sense that he’s more groomed than others. That sense of entitlement to respect. Rubbed O’Reily the wrong way.

“You’re staring again.” Cyril pointed out, still watching Miss Sally.

“Just trying to read that Russian fuck.”

“You said a bad word. And he’s in the shower.”

“Shut up, Cyril.” Ryan said, running out of excuses for himself. Cyril just smiled and continued watching.

He knew his brother better than Ryan thought.

Ryan made his ways to the shower to talk to Nikolai. The two had reached an understanding. Détente.

But there was something about the Russian that fogged Ryan’s radar. Made it impossible for him to know what the other man was thinking. An enemy who knows you better than than you know him was bad news, and even though they called their truce, Ryan considered Nikolai and enemy who hadn’t tried to kill him yet.

He stripped off his shirt as soon as he entered, eyeing Stanislavsky, who had his back turned to the man.

“Niko!”

Nikolai turned his head and grimaced. The Irishman was never there for something good.

“Greetings, O’Reily.”

‘Greetings’ the fuck did he think they were? Buckingham palace?

“So I had an idea about our cellphone-“

“MY cellphone.”

O’Reily grimaced, and Nikolai just smirked. He loved irking this man.

“We could rent it out-“

“No.”

“No, I’m saying-“

“No.”

O’Reily rolled his eyes. Stupid shit. They could make a fortune.

His eyes grazed over the Russian’s face. Nikolai had just cleaned up his beard. He took a great pride in his grooming.

Looked good, if he was honest with himself, which he never was.

“Anything else, O’Reily?” He asked with a roll of his R’s. O’Reily shook his head but kept his sly smile.

“Not much else. Can’t force money on some people.” He started to wash himself, and caught the other man staring a little too long. “Something on your mind, Stan the Man?”

He fucking hated the nicknames O’Reily came up with, but he knew that was half the reason O’Reily came up with them.

“No.” He snapped.

“Well then, Nicky my boy, it seems we’re at an impasse. A diplomatic stalemate.”

“Détente.” Nikolai finished.

“Yeah, right.” Ryan laughed, running his fingers through his wet hair.

He always looked forward to their battle of wits.

If Cyril were a little bolder, he’d mention that not many Oz diplomacies were reached when both men had their dicks out, but as it stood, he was not so he did not.

Stanislavsky left first, wrapping a thick towel around his waist, and squeaking out with his shower shoes. Man had a thing about what he considered ‘dirty’.

Before count that night, Ryan had asked to use the phone to make a call out. Stanislavsky obliged, if only to keep Ryan indebted to him.

“Get it in Oz, I’ll worry about getting it through the mail room. Yeah. I know. Look, I don’t care… no, just get it in. You fuckin’ owe me.”

Stanislavsky watched from the bunk, pretending to read the paper. He hid his smirk behind the fold.

The Irishman was cute when he was angry

When Ryan hung up, Nikolai kept his eyes on the paper, but called out; “all is well, O’Reily?”

“Well as it can be.” He spoke back, trying not to reveal more cards than he needed to. He handed the phone back.

“Glad we’ve reached an understanding.”

“Yeah yeah.” Ryan said, turning to the door to get Cyril and go. Cyril was leaning against the inside of the door.

“Cyril, all is well with you?”

“Yes, Mr. Nikolai.” Cyril chirped cheerfully. He got up to show Nikolai something.

“Aunt Brenda sent me some new socks. They have little capes on the back like Superman.” He moved his feel really fast so Stanislavsky could see them. He smiled, genuinely. He liked Cyril. Most everyone did.

“They probably make you extra fast.” Nikolai remarked, sending a side eye towards Ryan, who split a small smile.

He liked when people were good with his brother.

Cyril nodded big and sort of ran in a circle so Nikolai could see, and so the man acted doubly impressed.

“C’mon, Cyril, it’s time for Miss Sally.”

“Can Mr. Nikolai come?”

“We’re in prison, Cyril; anywhere we can go, he can go.” Ryan quipped, patting his brother on the back.

“I’ll be right down, Cyril.”

“Okay!” He ran to the door and opened it, before turning around, “I don’t think you’re a fuck.”

With that, he left.

Nikolai quirked a brow and looked towards O’Reily.

“Verbiage of yours?”

“Paraphrase.”

Nikolai gave him a ‘how stupid do I look’ look

“Or a direct quote, either or.”

Stanislavsky chuckled and put down his paper, tying his shoes and going to watch Miss Sally with Cyril. Cyril was probably the only guy in the whole joint who didn’t whack off to the big breasted blonde, including Nikolai himself.

“It’s fine.” He guided O’Reily out of his pod so he could go hide the phone. “For what it’s worth, my opinion is also you are a, how did Cyril put it… a fuck.” He winked and made a ‘get on with it’ movement with his hands.

Ryan couldn’t stop a laugh this time.

If he was gonna get a sworn enemy, he was glad it was one he had such good banter with.

He joined Cyril a full ten minutes before Nikolai, and Ryan had a long talk with him about telling other people what they spoke about in private.

“But Ryan, it’s not private. We’re in prison, anywhere we can go, they can go.”

Ryan rolled his eyes and dropped his head in his hands. He’d have to be very specific on his phrasing in the future.

“All that aside, Cyril, we can’t trust that Russian f- that Russian.” He put his arm around his brother’s neck and leaned in. “The sooner we find where he keeps that phone, the sooner we can get rid of him.”

“Get rid of him?”

“That’s right, Cyril.”

“But-“

“But what?”

“Won’t you miss watching him shower?”

Ryan’s face went red, and he went to deny deny deny but Nikolai had finally come downstairs, still holding that fucking newspaper.

“What’s the lesson today, Cyril?”

He gave his brother a knowing look and then turned back to the television:

“Always tell the truth.”

Ryan’s face flushed and he tried a little too hard not to look in Stanislavsky’s direction.

In the middle of their watching, as an effort to convince the world that the great Ryan O’Reily was straight as a ruler, he declared suddenly:

“Nooter’s a fag.”

Stanislavsky chuckled but didn’t say anything, just watching the rise and fall of Miss Sally’s breasts as she skipped rope.

Augustus questioned his credentials and O’Reily made his argument about body contact. Stanislavsky rolled his eyes, and Keller popped off some remark about puppets and fellatio.

Cyril ignored all of them, being the most mature at the moment.

That evening, before Count, Ryan got the brilliant idea that the cellphone might be hid somewhere else during the night. Stanislavsky spent a lot of time in the library, so Ryan checked there first. He’d tried not to look suspicious but he couldn’t help the dissatisfied “fuck” he let out upon his failure.

O’Reily was heading back to Em City, cursing the Russian in his mind when the very clear image of Nikolai was standing before him, on his cellphone, talking in Russian to some non descript person on the other line. When he was finished, he tucked the phone back in the newspaper.

O’Reily “ahhhh”ed under his breath but the Russian man must have had radar hearing, because his head whipped around and caught O’Reily standing at the end of the hallway.

O’Reily hid his disappointment and pretended that he was one up.

“Best place is in plain sight, right Nicky boy?”

Stanislavsky cursed under his breath:

“Хуй с горы…” (idiom; an uninvited nuisance or “dick from the mountain”)

“I’ll take it that’s your version of calling me a ‘fuck’.”

“In so many words.” Nikolai answered coolly.

He also tried to look like he still had a leg up, but his heart was pounding.

“You gonna share the phone now, Niko?”

“Still mine, O’Reily.”

They stared at each other for a minute. There were no hacks around. Stanislavsky knew that without their arms and forces, they were somewhat evenly matched, physically. This could go either way.

O’Reily knew what he was thinking.

“You gonna give me the phone, Stan the Man, or are you gonna make me take it?”

“Your move, O’Reily.”

O’Reily was never a fan of a fair fight, so he turned to the side and said;

“It’s cool, officer.”

When Stanislavsky looked, Ryan made his move.

He took Nikolai by surprise and body slammed him into the wall. He was off balance and Ryan made a grab for the phone.

Nikolai tossed it and the newspaper away from them both, knowing he had to beat O’Reily before he could do anything with the phone.

Ryan turned his head to make sure the phone didn’t break and Nikolai kneed him in the thigh, pushing his head down and licking him to the ground. Ryan grabbed Stanislavsky’s belt and took them both down, rolling on top of Nikolai, so that his belly was to the other man’s back.

Nikolai panicked as O’Reily grabbed his arms to hold them behind his back, effectively immobilizing him. Stanislavsky thought of one last Hail Mary before conceding to save his own life.

“Fucking… faggot.” He heaved, O’Reily pushing his face into the ground.

Ryan reacted immediately, pulling his body off of the man and sliding across the floor as if just saying the word made it true. Nikolai took the moment and sat up, now both on their knees on the ground.

“I’m no fucking fag!”

“It’s a lot of body contact, right?” The Russian quoted spitefully. Ryan went red in embarrassment and anger.

“Fuck you, comrade.”

They stared at each other, not knowing which one should make the move towards the phone, when Ryan stood up indignantly.

“Take your fucking phone. You gotta find a new hiding place now… if I don’t tell someone first.”

He stalked away, furious at being called a homo, even if something about lying on top of Nikolai felt a little good. Just felt good to touch anyone after all these years. Right?

Right?

Nikolai counted his blessings and stood, having less than 24 hours to come up with a plan to either kill Ryan or placate him.

The race was on.

Ryan appeared back in his and Cyril’s cell, furious and slamming things around. Cyril cowered a little.

“What is it, Ryan?”

“Fucking Russian scum fuck prick cocksucker Asshole.”

“Bad words, Ryan, those make Jesus cry.”

“Grow the fuck up, Cyril.” Ryan said, before feeling really shitty at the comment. “Sorry, Cyril.”

“Did Mr. Nicolai say something mean?”

“No, Cyril, he- how did you know it had something to do with Stanislavsky?”

“You like him.”

He stared at Cyril, livid.

“I’m not a fucking fag, Cyril.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means… fuck off, Cyril, he’s not my friend.”

“I didn’t say ‘friend’.”

He glared at Cyril, who backed down, smiling to himself on the bottom bunk.

Ryan grimaced but didn’t say anything. He didn’t trust himself not to be unnecessarily mean to Cyril at the moment.

Stanislavsky went to sleep on his own bunk, scratching at his head and wondering how he was gonna figure this shit out.

The thing he couldn’t place, what brought him the most upset, was that Ryan had reacted that way to being called gay. It’s not like he came from the most liberated culture on earth, but a part of him did recoil when the thought of them together made Ryan revolt.

He had an idea as to how to placate the Irishman.

The next day, Nikolai sat down next to Ryan at lunch.

Cyril smiled but said nothing.

“Three people. Of my choosing.”

“What?”

“Three people we can charge for the cellphone. I get to choose the people.”

“Five.”

“O’Reily-���

“Nah, Nicky Boy, you and I both know I had you on the ropes yesterday. I’m all for calling a truce, but you best make it worth my while.”

Nikolai was silent, then nodded solemnly.

“Five people.”

“We choose ‘em together-“

“But it has to be unanimous.” He finished, relishing the look of disappointment on O’Reily’s face.

“Fine. I want Keller.”

“No. He’ll tell Beecher. I want Rebadow.”

“No. He’ll tell Busmalis. Poet?”

“Sure. Augustus?”

“Good for me. Seroy?

“Agreed. Penders?”

“Uh huh. Alvarez?”

“Deal. Seems we have our five, O’Reily.”

Ryan shook his hand.

“Seems we do. Ten for a text and twenty for a call?”

“Fine by me.” Nikolai started in on his meal, sure now that O’Reily had enough of a reason to keep him around.

“We’re gonna make a fortune.” Ryan mused.

“You capitalists.” Nikolai scolded, “You always get so greedy.”

“At least we don’t have to eat borsch while we do it.”

“What’s borsch?” Cyril asked innocently. Nikolai told him what it was.

The renting of the cellphone went over fairly well and the duo made a small fortune in just a few weeks. They were counting it in Ryan’s pod, divvying it up.

Cyril just bounced his ball against the wall.

“Fifty/Fifty hardly seems fair for the use of my phone.”

“And yet the only reason we’re making money is because of me.” Ryan answered back, cheerfully pocketing his share. “Buy that girlfriend of yours something pretty.” He teased, and Nikolai bristled.

“She is no longer my concern.”

Ryan paused.

“You two split?”

Stanislavsky nodded, not looking up.

“Ryan broke up with his wife.” Cyril said absentmindedly, still bouncing his ball.

Stanislavsky did turn to Ryan now.

“I’m sorry to hear that, O’Reily.”

“Yeah, right.” The Irishman shot back, mentally scolding Cyril.

Wangler knocked on the door to the pod, and Ryan got up and grabbed his bag of tits to make a deal. He told Cyril it would only be a minute, Stanislavsky’s eyes trailing after him.

“Can you-“

“I’ll watch Cyril.” He agreed, and with that Ryan went to make his deal.

“You wanna bounce the ball with me?”

“Sure, Cyril.”

After a moment of playing around, Cyril asked a question.

“Do boys like like boys?”

Stanislavsky faltered but knew Cyril probably didn’t mean anything by it.

“Some do.”

“Do you like like Ryan?”

“I…” he stutter stepped, not expecting something that direct from Cyril.

“I won’t tell.” He added, still bouncing his ball.

“Ryan is my ally.” He answered lamely.

“Is that like Ryan and Shannon?”

“Not really.”

“Oh.” Cyril thought a moment. “I think Ryan likes you the way he liked Shannon. He took showers with her too.”

“We’re in Oz, Cyril, everyone showers together.”

“But you and Ryan shower together a lot.”

“Cyril,” Nikolai started to explain. “boys can like boys, but Ryan and I are not like them. We don’t want to hold hands or kiss or f… have intercourse.”

“Okay.” Was all Cyril said, then adding; “too bad. I think Ryan thinks you’re pretty.”

Nikolai blushed.

It wasn’t like he’d never thought about it before. You get lonely in prison, feelings are bound to arise.

He’d had a few pointed fantasies about that day in the hallway that worked their way into his self pleasure, but he always shook them off before they got too deep. Ryan was objectively good looking, and he was lonely. That was all. Right?

Right?

Ryan entered and Nikolai blushed even more, looking away and grabbing his paper, quickly.

He didn’t even regard Ryan as he rushed out.

Ryan looked at Cyril quickly.

“What did you say to him?”

Cyril thought.

“I think Mr. Nikolai likes likes you.”

Now it was Ryan’s turn to blush, his pale skin turning fiery red.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Cyril.”

“I like Mr. Nikolai. He’s nice. If you two get married, I want to be there.”

Ryan smacked his brother lightly in the back of the head. All he could think to do, really.

“Shut up, Cyril.”

Cyril smiled. He liked Mr. Nikolai, and he had the feeling Ryan did too.

He wasn’t a genius but he had eyes, after all.

The next day, surprisingly, Ryan met Nikolai in the showers.

“Hey, Nikolai.”

“What, O’Reily, no nicknames?”

“Look, about what my brother said yesterday… he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about. He’s been watching Beecher and Keller for too long.

Nikolai avoided eye contact but responded;

“I didn’t give it another thought.”

But that was a lie. He’d dreamed of O’Reily all that night, and fantasized into the morning about his lips over Nikolai’s neck and chest, their bodies radiating with each other’s warmth.

“I’m no fag, okay?”

“You’ve made that painfully clear.”

A moment of silence.

“Are you…?”

“No.” Stanislavsky answered quickly. Another moment of silence passed.

“My girlfriend… how do you call it… ex girlfriend… we used to bathe together.” Stanislavsky mused. “Not like this, but actual baths. Salts and oils in the water. She liked to throw Hibiscus, Rose, or Calendula in too. Candles and incense. Wine and music. Я скучаю по этому…”

(I miss that.)

“My wife and I used to shower together. None of that fancy shit, just the two of us, naked and often fucking.”

Nikolai chuckled.

“Now we shower with each other.”

He realized what he said after he’d said it and went to deny, but Ryan answered first.

“Yeah… not exactly the old days, huh?”

“Not at all.”

They stared at each other for a second, and silently took the other in until the door opened and Poet stepped in.

Ryan hurried his way out, much to Stanislavsky’s chagrin.

He was plagued with dreams that night to taking a bath again, except with Ryan’s hands over him instead of his girlfriend’s. Both of them holding the other close and kissing over their necks and shoulders.

Only thing he didn’t know is that Ryan did too, moaning something in his sleep that would have been intelligible to anyone but Cyril, who heard it and grinned.

“Nick… Nicky…”

(To be continued.)

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

let's do a reversal! pick 8-10 asks that didn’t have Delta in them and tell me what I’d be like if he was. i’d kinda prefer adopted twin!Delta, but do whatever!

Let's go with some recent asks, and with the Twin!Delta (basically an AU where another Classic Sans and Papyrus adopts Disbelief Papyrus as Papyrus's twin brother if you're new here)!

Skeleton had to go under anesthesia. When he wakes up, completely shoot, he asks to the guy next to him who he is and what's he's doing in his room. That's his brother lol. Skeleton is shocked to learn he has a brother. Reaction?

Delta is quite confused since... Uh... He can see himself right in front of him. He's not gonna lie, he's starting to freak out, wondering how it's possible he can see himself in front of him if he's himself. He's he even himself? Wait, how does he knows if he is himself or not? And who is he to start with? His brain freezes from that point and he chooses to fall back asleep to restart his brain lol. When he wakes up, both Sans and Papyrus are very concerned despite the doctor telling to them it's normal he's like this. Having an identity crisis after an anesthesia is a very Papyrus way to deal with the situation, that's all.

The Undertale characters are having a family dinner with their S/O's family. S/O's grandma starts to flirt with them, but not really seriously. They're charming them playfully. They are just charmed by their partner and want to know more. How do they react?

He's so anxious. Delta is not very comfortable to start with, but now your Grandma is stressing him out and he's calling you for help. Since you told him to get over it and didn't help him, he found another solution and begged Papyrus to switch place with him because he's more comfortable with weird social interactions. He forgot to precise to his twin that your grandma is about to flirt with him, but oh well. It's not that important. Papyrus comes homes with five itchy pullovers and refuses to talk to Delta all night long.

Hi, how do the Skelly's like to dance?

Delta is a shy dancer at first, but if you're cheering him on, he might get more comfortable as the party goes on. He really wants to have fun, but he's not too comfortable doing it in public. However, when Papyrus is with him, it always end bad as poor Delta always gets convinced to drink with Undyne and him, and then somehow it's always happening the craziest thing during the parties, like that time Undyne decided that if she had two hands, it's to dance with the both of them at the same time and she made them spin until neither of them could hold on their legs anymore, just begging her to let go.

Can I get how UT, US, Uf, sans would react to their s/o having a best friend who doesn't like monsters. How would they act when they are around or when the s/o isn't looking?

Delta really doesn't like your friend and will repeatedly show his discomfort to you so you understand it. He has trouble with people disliking him just for being a monster, it reminds him too much of what happened Underground. He tries to ignore them as much as he can, but he can't say nothing when your friend antagonizes him as soon as you're gone. Delta is going to tell eyes in eyes to cut your bullshit and leave him alone or he'll sue you for monster racism. He prefers to leave after that and goes home, upset.

So, their s/o was chilling inside their hom, and some random stalker break into the house and ries to kill them for dating a monster, but s/o kill the human before in self-defense. What would happen if the skellies came home and saw the mess, the dead stalker's body and a panicked s/o not knowing what to do?

Delta freezes when he sees the body. He's badly triggered. He can't stand the view of the blood, or the corpse, and he's really not feeling well. He's still glad his S/O is fine, but... He never thought he would have to deal with this in another world. He doesn't want to deal with that. He calls Sans to take care of this, and just gets out of the house with his S/O. He's going to have nightmares for months after that, and he's wearing his brother's jacket again. He needs comfort, but neither S/O or his adopted brothers can't really understand what he went through, so he isolates himself.

What would the reaction of the main skelebros be to being unusually quiet?

Sans didn't notice Papyrus is unwell, but Delta noticed. He's not sure what to do since... Well, even if he's technically adopted, he still struggles to show how he cares, scared to be rejected. But he knows way too well that when Papyrus goes silent, it means something is really wrong. He'd been there. And Delta feels sick leaving him like this. During his stay Underground, loneliness is what bothered him the most, even with Sans. So... He slowly approaches Papyrus and asks him what's wrong. Papyrus is shocked he noticed, but, eh. Maybe they can try to be better at showing things together?

Which skellies are most likely to let their S/O sleep on top of them and which skellies are most likely to sleep on top of their S/O?

He needs to feel his S/O is there so he gives them the hug of death lol, just squeezing them in his arms like some big teddy bear to make sure they're not going to disappear during the night. He might sometimes call you Sans in his sleep which can be quite heartbreaking though.

A random guy kidnapped skeleton to escape the police and handcuffed themselves to him. Now they're running through the city, trying to escape. Who complies? Who is not?

Delta is freaking out. He doesn't like to be too close to humans with a level of violence and be forced to stay by their side even more. So, uh, as soon as no one is around, Delta summons a huge bone and knocks them out, hitting them right behind the head. He apologizes once they're on the ground, and uses his puzzle skills to unhandcuff himself. He then handcuffs the guy to a fence and calls the police to get them.

Someone tied a dog to a tree in front of skeleton's house, and now it's raining a ton. What do skeletons do?

That's a long time he has lost faith in humanity, so he's not too surprised some guys would just leave their dog under the rain. He gets nervous as he realizes that's some hours now and the dog is still here. Delta runs under the rain to pick up the poor dog and brings him home to safety. He brings the dog to the vet the next day to see if he has a chip. He's disgusted to discover the dog has one, but that his owner is refusing to take the dog back, even asking the vet to put it to sleep. Delta adopts the dog. He can't bear this. He hopes his ex-owner will cross paths one day to show them how happy the dog is now.

Undertale characters slip on ice and break their butts/tail bone.

The two grandmas in the house in front of his are talking about how Delta is always polite and nice to everyone and how he's a model for the young ones in the street. Suddenly, they hear Delta screams and starts cursing the whole world in pain, trying to sit down but actually falling back on the ice. The grandmas are in shock. Delta is not innocent, what the hell. They're going to need muffins to forget.

[nolan-chance-fortnite]

CLASSIC LITERATURE: ASKS

// I'm not gonna pretend someone sent me anon asks. I simply saw it and thought it was interesting so I'm doing it because I can lol. Since I'm my own public I decided to answer the ones I find interesting/relevant/I understand. In character because I want to //

A Christmas Carol: Has your muse ever rejected or pushed away the well-intentioned invitations of another? Why? The road to hell is paved  with good intentions!! Plenty of times, people claim they want to mend things and leave the past behind, and that's cool. But, well, they say it's well-intentioned, but sometimes you simply can feel it is not. Like that time Price invited me to have a drink, talk about working together again... I don't hold any grudges but I am not putting myself at risk. Fuck that guy. 

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn: Has your muse ever felt torn between what their society / culture expects from them and their moral values? What did they decide to do about it?   - All the time! Haha! Y'know, you're always expected to be a good man, a functional part of society. Of course, when I started my criminal life I had a lot of... Conflict, with authority and within myself. Part of me insisted it was wrong because stealing is bad, no matter if it's a penny or a car, or that's what my mom said. After being scolded over and over and over... I ended up choosing what I was good at. 

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland: Has your muse ever experienced something unexplainably bizarre? What was it? Did they ever tell anybody about it? Asides of that damned curse... Yeah... The apple dream. I was with Hayseed and he... Since we're talking about literature, you know the story, right? A Christmas Carol! Kinda like that! Three ghosts... Or lovers,in this case, came to me to freaking roast me! Haha! Still wondering what kind of dream that was... The weirdest part wasn't the dream itself, but... When I woke up, I found an apple in my room? And I had no apples around. I swear it just materialized. Thinking about that scares me to this day...   Actually, everything has been bizarre since I started doing big jobs for the IO. 

Anne of Green Gables: Does your muse have a good imagination? What do they tend to daydream about? I daydream about being rich, like, nasty rich. Like King Midas! Just imagine, having a yacht, a mansion or two, ten dozens of luxury cars and no worries! That's my dream... And I'll make it true someday!  OK, I went a bit off the tracks... Yeah, I'm creative when it comes to solving problems! But I don't tend to daydream often. I’m pretty… grounded

The Brothers Karamazov: Does your muse hold any religious beliefs? Why do they hold these beliefs? Have they ever faced a trial or hardship wherein these beliefs were tested? Ah, no no. That's not... After what I've seen in my travel across several realities... I don't think there's a God or something similar. Just.... Strange forces trying to kill everybody

The Catcher in the Rye: Has your muse ever misjudged someone? Did they ever realize they had done so? What did they do to make amends? You'll never believe me but, Mae? Love that girl. She had to prove me wrong when she came to me claiming to be a skilled hacker. I laughed at her at first, there was no way that purple haired kid could be such a thing. "Go play with your freaking Nintendoes", I told her... I vividly remember the fire in her eyes, she was so mad despite the cute pouting she was making, quite hilarious. Then she left.  Next thing I knew she had all my information, and I mean EVERYTHING. She took control of my phone, my computer, the security system of my place, even the freaking sound system of my TV. And she didn't even know where I lived before that!! Had to hire her on the spot, not just because she had compromised my identity and data, but because she was a very skilled hacker indeed, the best I've known. 

Crime and Punishment: Has your muse ever committed a serious crime? Have they ever done something they regret to this day? What was it? Why did they do it? ME?! SILLY LITTLE ME COMMITTING A CRIME?! I COULD NEVER!! HAHA!!  Back to the other questions... Yeah. I regret working for Jones that second time... Worst mistake of my life, I would not steal that medallion again. If I had the Chance™ to go back and choose again, I'd definitely choose being killed on the spot. Shoot Slone, SHOOT. 

Dracula: What is your muse’s opinion on the morbid and the macabre? Do they feel a fascination / connection to these things, or an aversion? Tell us why. Aversion is the right word, especially when it comes to death and stuff like that. I know you know I love risk, I love danger! You don't think much about it when you're doing your thing, but... Once you have to confront reality is... Not as fun as it seems. I'm used to living on the edge, but I'm not gonna lie, I don't enjoy blood and gross stuff. Makes me feel dizzy, makes me realize that guy splattered under the bricks, or turned into a strainer could be me. Ugh, don't want to think about that.  Monsters? Spooky! No thanks! 

Frankenstein: Has your muse ever allowed their ambition to lead them down the wrong path? What happened? My ambition is my drive, wherever I go, it leads me to the right path.... Except for that one time I thought "Hey, sure thing I can grab one bag more". Because money? It's never enough! Haha!  In my defense, I was a newbie in the business! Police came, everyone had to run, and I did it empty handed. Ambition made me lose what I had secured already.  But, generally speaking... I'm where I am thanks to my ambition. I don't think the one I'm taking is the wrong path, at all. 

The Great Gatsby: Would you say your muse is a greedy or materialistic person? Why or why not? Tell us about a life experience they’ve faced that shaped this attitude. Growing up freaking broke definitely does something to your brain, definitely. Mom said having  each other, food and a roof over our heads was more than enough, but I know we didn't even have that. She worked hard to barely get by, pay the rent of a shitty apartment we called home. I grew tired, I swore I'd never live that way anymore. Nobody was gonna humiliate me for being broke. Ever.  

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Has your muse ever faced any kind of discrimination or oppression for an aspect of themselves that they cannot change? How has this experience shaped their attitude toward that aspect of themselves? Have they ever perpetuated any kind of discrimination or oppression against others, whether unintentionally or deliberately?  Not precisely discrimination but people has always looked down at me. Nobody has ever thought I'm capable or anything. That's ok, I don't mind. I've shown everyone I'm more than capable of doing whatever I want. 

Jane Eyre: Has your muse ever experienced rejection, abuse, or abandonment at the hands of a loved one? How did they cope with the betrayal? No, all my partners have been angels with me. Some with bigger wings, some with smaller wings. I'm the one who has been a little ungrateful motherfucking bitch.  My parents... I'll talk about that later on. 

The Little Prince: Describe your muse’s childhood. What did their home look like? What were their parents like? How have they changed as a person in the intervening years? I lived in a small apartment with my mom. She clearly had a better life before I was born. Full of fun, rock and whatever she wanted to do. My dad... A nasty hippie that did not much but "spread love" around the world, or, the neighborhood. BOOM! Nolan was born out of a short-lived romance. I guess it was nothing but a good lay because they never really matched together? He was a dreamer, she dreamed with anarchy and rebellion and all that but not anymore after you have to take care of silly little me!.  As far as I remember dad never lived with us, he used to go home to see me, to take me to school when I was little, but I think he never actually helped mom with daily expenses and such. He was never involved.  I feel I've talked about this before but, anyway. I wish he had been more present, but I guess enjoying a peaceful life does not include your partner and your kid. Still, those are things I wasn't fully aware about until I grew older. My dad was more like a... Grown up friend rather than an actual dad. He didn't do what other dads do, like... Dunno, house repairs or, he didn't have a car cause that was "hurting the environment" or some hippie shit like that. He was quite of an... Useless man. My mom would always take care of me as much as she could. I was her Special Sonny Boy™, not like she had other option, I was her only kid! As stated earlier, she worked hard for me, to feed me and afford the tiny apartment we lived in. There was no luxury, we had the bare minimum to live. Still, she tried her best to give me a somewhat decent life... Didn't work tho. I was left alone for long times during the day while she was working. I had to learn how to, at least, reheat my food while she wasn't there since I was little, so I've always been kind of... Self sufficient, in a way. I'd make my own sandwiches, haha! That was the cool part, triple cheese and no lettuce, awesome!  When she had a free day or something she would take me to the park! And she'd buy me a neapolitan ice cream! Tasty! (my favorite flavor to this day!)  School... OK, I was never good at school. Actually, I dropped out of high school! But it doesn't matter, I learned a lot more and more important stuff in the streets.  Money money money, it's always about money, right? Had to work since I was like 14, maybe? Nothing relevant, helping to mow the lawn for some coins, run errands... not until I started working at Durrr Burger! I started cleaning, then I was a cook, then in the cash register... Then went back to being a cook cause God forbid someone takes a cut of the profit! Eh, I'm drifting a bit right?  How have they changed? Honestly? I don't know. I haven't seen them since long ago. My dad… *shrugs* And, once I went full into my new criminal life I realized I didn't want to give mom more trouble, so... I left. Hope she's doing well. 

Lord of the Rings: Would your muse prefer to literally live on forever, or achieve immortality through the stories their loved ones share after they have gone? What sort of stories do you think your muse’s loved ones would tell about them? Through stories, absolutely! Who wants to live forever? Haha!  I'd love to be remembered for my feats! I want everyone to know the story of the Slap vault heist, or how everyone thought I was doing something illegal and crazy by raising loot llamas but how that actually helped to save those little fellas from extinction (have you seen a loot llama lately? No? Well, I'm on the right side of the story then!). I'd like to be the one and only, heist mastermind Nolan Chance, throughout eternity! 

Moby Dick: Has your muse ever desired revenge? Has your muse ever taken a quest for vengeance too far? How did it turn out in the end? Moby what?— Revenge... Uh... Y'know, I let those things slide. Why waste my time and energy I'm revenge? Things fall for their own weight, destiny puts everything in their respective place! Like Price, fuck that guy. Look at him! Where is he? He's nothing but a Mr Nobody. And where am I? I'm at the top, I'm the best criminal out there. Did I have to take revenge? Nah. Destiny showed him who was right. 

North and South: Does your muse have somewhere they call “home” that isn’t the house they physically live in? Where is it, and why do they regard it as such? Why do they not view their literal home in the same way as this special location? Yes I have a home... Can't go back to it, I know I'm not welcome there. The hotel is such a beautiful place, I have so many... Great memories there. I wish I could... Go there, be happy.  It's hard finding a place to call home when everything is changing so freaking much! One day you're comfy at your "home" and next time freaking Midas kicks you out cause that little pussy boy can pay more. Then you have a "home", humble but quiet, all you wanted. And the next day you have a freaking pickle factory right behind!  My special location is special because of the memories, not because of how luxurious it was. It's all about the people, the experiences, the.. Feeling, feeling you were part of something in there... Something I haven't been able to found

One Hundred Years of Solitude: Has your muse ever experienced isolation from others, whether physically or emotionally? Why were they subjected to this? Did they inflict the seclusion upon themselves, or did external circumstances force it upon them? How has it affected them? Every day since I was little! Hasn't affected me tho. See, a guy like me has to be especially careful with the people I keep around. Not everyone is trustworthy, I have to stay away from potential problems, troublesome guys... So I'm used to being alone, and it's better this way.  And I'm aware most people think the same about me. I can't be trusted, I don't deserve their energy. Doesn't matter, it's mutual. I prefer to stay by myself, I don't have to worry for "hurting" some stupid crybaby feelings, I don't have to give explanations about anything, I don't have deal with anyone else's problems. It's all Me Time™, baby!  ... Sure thing you sometimes wish you had a friend, someone who cares about you, but, y'know what people say, it's cold at the top of the mountain. Doesn't matter, nobody said success would be easy. 

The Scarlet Letter:  Has your muse struggled to shape their identity apart from harmful societal labels? Did they ever choose to “go with the flow” and conform to these labels, or did they fight back?  I'm a stupid thief, everybody and their mothers know that. People struggle to see me as something more than that. That's ok, more convenient for me. They don't know what I'm capable of. Keeping a low profile is important in this business. 

The Secret Garden: Does your muse enjoy the outdoors? Do they experience a connection or fascination with nature? You bet I do! I love jogging, feeling the fresh air in my face, the smell of grass! I also love the beach, the sea, the sun, beautiful! You know what I say, the world is full of The little things that make this life special! Nature gives us so much without asking anything in return!  Yeah a nice house is amazing but, have you had a moment of peace resting under a tree with no worries? Man, that's life! 

Sense and Sensibility: Does your muse tend to be a more practical or a more fanciful person? Why? Has this trait ever landed them in trouble, or saved them from it? I won't get into much detail, but, being practical has saved my ass plenty of times! 

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: Has your muse ever been forced to conceal or suppress a part of themselves because society would not accept it? Have they ever had the freedom to be their true self? What would they do if they knew they would face no consequences or judgment for their actions? I'm... OK this sounds stupid but I'm always suppressing part of who I am. There's no room for the small guy in this world, you have to stand out, to make yourself respected. I’m a sensitive guy! You can’t be that nowadays! I like… things, I like… people. I don’t need to be judged by that. I love what I love, the rest can sticl their opinions up in their asses

Treasure Island: Has your muse ever been on an adventure? Where did they go? What lessons did they learn from the experience? What sorts of people did they encounter? Plenty of adventures, yessir!! OK, I'll pick one... Yada yada yada, time skip. Aniyah (an ex) and I went on an adventure... OK not an amazing adventure... OK it was an amazing adventure, for me, at least! We were together when I started my new life, she didn't know I was a thief. After my first big hit, I got a car! Wasn't the best, but it was new and it was MINE!! As soon as I got the keys I went to her place and told her "baby, let's go for a ride!!". She asked me "to where?" and I told her "Wherever you want to go, baby!". We drove off with no destination, the night surprised us on the beach and we decided to stay for a bit longer. After all, we had the car to sleep in if we wanted, or to go back at any time. That night we stared at the starry sky while laying on the sand for a loooong time, talking, kissing, laughing. We did sleep in the car that night, ready to go back home the next day...  But that didn't happen.  We kept going on a very improvised road trip that lasted almost a month, convenient for me cause I had to lay low for some time. We got lost on the road, drove around the island, stopped wherever we wanted, ate whatever we wanted, did whatever we wanted. We were free, truly free.  Despite having the trunk loaded with money, the best part was being with her, knowing she was having a great time, enjoying having her by my side… Also the cheap things we ate during all that time, the landscape, the sunsets, the fresh breeze of the trees... Y'know, the little things... something I always diminished because all I pursued was wealth. Thinking about that makes me wonder if that’s how true happiness feels like.

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[devotedwrites]

He liked her. The demeanor alone when she stepped into the kitchen, and started to put in her two cents about the restaurant. James he possessed the technical work, he could put everything in order to make this kitchen appear, and run as if it was a Michelin star restaurant. He couldn’t connect, couldn’t change the chemistry of kitchen’s attitude, and it was becoming more evident to himself that taking over his brother restaurant-his legacy was causing doubtful thoughts to plague his mind.

Twenty minutes purely was dedicated to observing. His methods weren’t anything near the experiences of high class fine dining restaurants that he endured. Especially at Le Bernardin, the three Michelin star French cuisine restaurant in Midtown. Le Bernardin was the restaurant that chefs would kill to even step foot into the pristine kitchen. James wasn’t hovering over her every choice, and verbally abusing the crap out of her like he had experienced. Rather he stepped back, gave space to let a sort of comfortability form in the environment to allow her-and well him to see the full ability of her craft. He appreciated the meticulous nature she exhibited, clearly had culinary training with the techniques he observed, and the ability to maintain a clean work space.

No words had uttered from his lips during those twenty minutes, just a silent appreciation, as you could only imagine how refreshing it was for him to have of chef of her caliber in his kitchen. He stepped forward as he watched her finish up with a pride in her work. As she spoke, his full attention been directed onto her, his eyes steadfast onto her, and fully absorbed into her explanations of the choices she made to elevate the sandwich. Seemed more like a secret talent, but he could pick up on the nerves. The pause between her words, and collecting herself was all he needed to see it. How he could nitpick it so quickly was because that use to be him. “The previous owner Mikey-“ he turned his direction to the sandwich sitting on the station, taking it in presentation wise. “The guy whole shtick starting this place was to focus on those bold classic flavors.” He reached over to the corner of the station where a black knife sheath sat, and with a swift movement unraveled it. A knife set of the Kikuchi cutlery brand one of the most expensive set ups not one you’d ever imagine in a rinky dinky restaurant like The Beef. “I know it’s a staple, but-“ he made a vertical cut straight down the middle splitting the sandwich into two halves.

Grabbing onto one half of the sandwich he brought it up to his mouth, and took a bite of it before setting it back down. “This.” He snapped his fingers, and pointed down to the sandwich she crafted excellently. “This is what I wanna give people. Keep those staples that everyone knows, and loves; but I elevate the way you did chef.” His compliments were completely genuine as he spoke with a passion for this subject. “It’s a perfect balance Chef.” Flashing her a quick smile, before dropping back to the neutral expression. “Some advice. You gotta trust learn to trust your instincts. The nerves never go away, but you got somethin goin on here Chef. You got the potential here.” Pointing his finger into the counter as a soft thud came from the station as he did. “Just gotta remind yourself that when those nerves start winning, you know?”

His eyebrows furrowed more, and more as he continued to speak giving her his two cents. Wanting to make his point across that he genuinely could see the potential, and wanted her to know it. Even though a part of him had convinced himself, that she more than likely thought he was some line cook bum.

“James Valdez. I’m the new owner of The Beef.” Feeling it was about time he introduced himself. He was gonna go with his gut on this one, and take this a sigh from the universe throwing him a bone after the whole shit with Mikey. “How well Verse are you in the brigade de cuisine?” Flavor profile he knew just from the sandwich she was match, but last part of his checklist was if knew the technical aspects to maximize kitchen proficiency.

“How’d you change things up if you were chef de cuisine?” The curiosity getting the best of him. Which more often than not it usually did for James. He already had his own thoughts, and actions in place to start maximizing efficiency within the staff, and he was curious to hear if she’d have a similar thought process to his own. Of course if she chose to even answer his questions. Mean you’re invited into the kitchen of one of your favorite local spots, by some random ass guy, to make a sandwich which he knew very well she wasn’t serious about actually making to begin with. Now? Now he’s asking questions as if it been some job interview. There would be absolutely no shock if she booked it out that door within a blink of an eye.

Plot: Based off the show ‘The Bear’. James is a award winning chef despite his young age. After his brother untimely self inflicted death, he leaves his run down, inner city staple of a restaurant too James. In which James gives up the straight path to becoming a world class chef, and takes over the restaurant his brother left him. Where he’s now looking for a Sou chef to help him turn the place around.

Muse: James Valdez. (26, heterosexual, gives charismatic line cook energy, but hot headed when things aren’t going his way. With a sprinkle of that family Trauma.)

Connections: Sou Chef applicant, close friend, ex girlfriend (if you wanna go crazy, and make something work), Customer, really anything you want. Romantic only F. Open to platonic.

@indiestarter

James Valdez, you’d see him on Top 100 newest chefs articles, and was really beginning to make a name for himself. That was before his brother unfortunate death, and left James a shit hole of a restaurant in his name. Where James dropped the fast track of becoming a world renown chef, and took over the restaurant that ate money more than it has ever made.

The stress that came taking over this dump, and trying to find Sou Chef that actually wanted to change this place around with him for well barely any money in return. Was reasonably a disaster.

Stepping out the back down, shoving the door back a bit harder than he had intended as he stepped into the alley after trying to get the staff to clean the kitchen. He let out a heavy sigh, running his calloused hands down his face, before he patted down in his jeans pocket, and pulling out a pack of cigarettes along with his trusty green lighter. One he was superstitious about ever letting anyone touch or use. Flickering the gear about once or twice. Before lighting it up, and taking a drag off of it. The exhale almost sounded like a sigh of relief, feeling it burn the back of his throat.

His dark brown eyes wandered through the alley, before they narrowed making out a figure that he couldn’t make out from the blinding sun.

“Hey!” His voice raised with his New York accent prominent. “Restaurant is closed for the day.” He’d been taking this one day at time. As today was about having the kitchen to standards, and getting it cleaned. Plus ‘interviews’ for a Sou Chef if he could ever find one for this dump. “it’ll be open tomorrow.” The last part was muttered as the cigarette was between his lips once again.

[babyyweebbitch]

Price and his two children

price is a father confirmed by me

content warning : female reader ,

you, John and Kyle all had a few weeks off, those days were spent by going out places and you and Kyle staying up late playing games or watching movies. John has adopted you when you were 16, he found you after your father killed your mother, brothers and himself and ever since you guys have been together. you joined the military with him not too long after and you three have been inseparable (besides on missions)

you are also pretty silent… you don’t talk to anyone but John, Kyle, alex and farah. you’re usually sticking by one of them on missions, mainly John because yaknow — he saved you.

one morning John woke up did his usual routine of making tea, breakfast and sitting outside for an ungodly amount of time smoking a cigar and either reading the paper, watching news on his phone or a crossword puzzle (i have a headcannon that he acts way older than he actually is)

he realised he hasn’t seen you or kyle at all since he woke up so he decided to go check and see if you two were still alive. he got up and went to Kyles room first, nothing so he went to yours and he was met by you and Kyle passed out on the floor with game controls by your heads, the tv still on and cups of beverages. he sighed to himself since he knew you both were up playing games again

“these two…” he said to himself — he did the classic take his phone out and take pictures of this moment “at least they aren’t dead — at least they aren’t dead….” he whispered to himself before he closed the door as quietly as he could before going to go back to whatever he was doing before.

after a few hours of john doing whatever it is he does in the morning you and Kyle finally got up and went to the living room like usual. john was watching television when you sat next to him and kyle went to get some tea.

“finally you two are awake — what time did you go to sleep last night?” he asked, giving you a few back pats and then a hair ruffle

“uhhh….” you said

“about five…. in the morning —“

“five in the morning?! really?”

“we didn’t realize it until it was five….”

john shook his head and you poked him on the cheek, forehead and nose over and over again until he grabbed your hand and stopped you from poking again.

“we have to go back to work in two days so i hope you fix your sleep schedules”

“we will…. well, i will — i don’t know about Kyle”

“we don’t even have one. we sleep whenever we aren’t in fear of dying. which is rarely”

“i was never able to sleep before i met you guys so i’ll be fine”

john chuckled before he got up, you fell on the couch full face plant on the couch and you looked at him all offended. john laughed at this and helped you up

“sorry”

“i’m gonna go to the shop, i wanna get a new chair because someone” glaring at kyle “broke my old one”

“you pushed me, asshole!”

“there was a bed RIGHT next to the chair, you could have changed your direction!”

“the bed was 10 feet from the chair”

“LEAP!”

“okay okay — i’ll go with you, kyle you’re gonna pay though”

“why?!”

“he who breaks the chair, pays” you said, holding your head high and speaking in a viking accent. you walked over to him and hip bumped him. kyle jokingly punched you, you then got him in a headlock and then the mini wrestling match in the kitchen started.

“guys! you’re gonna break something”

you got up and you went to hide behind the counter. you knew you had won this fight and you also knew kyle didn’t like losing so he got up and started chasing you around the living room.

john who was getting more tea watched this and it made him feel like you both were his kids… even though you’re not blood related. part of him wish’s that you guyes where never in the military so life could be like this all the time — you were actually happy for the first time in a long time. john just stood and watched you both play around and then he went to his room to get ready

“okay! okay! i’m sorry!” you yelled and laughed, Kyle let you go and you stared rolling away. kyle sat down and caught his breath “that you’re a bitch!” you immediately got back up and ran to your room and kyle chased you but you had shut your door in time

“okay! fine, you win this time”

“pussy!”

kyle laughed and went to get ready to go out with you and John. after you all were ready you and Kyle sat in the living room. you were texting Soap while he was out on a mission. John came out his room and he went to grab the keys from the kitchen

“you two ready?”

“i am, dunno about him” you pointed to Kyle who was sleeping, you grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at him pretty fast and hard too. the noise it made when it hit sounded like a bullet. kyle jumped up and rubbed his face before seeing you with the biggest smile on your face

“good throw but damn…”

“i learn from the best”

“thank you!”

“i was talking about alex”

“WOW!”

“ouch, okay i see how it is”

the three of you laughed before heading out to go to the shop, you got your chair and a few groceries for the house. once you guys out out the store and were walking back you were holding a new bags while Kyle was holding your chair in his shoulder

“why did you have to get the most expensive chair!” kyle grunted as he walked beside you

“so you won’t break it this time”

“fuck you”

“love you too”

again…. John wish’s every day could be like this — you and Gaz have made his life a bit brighter since you all met — he wouldn’t trade it for the world

[saiilorstars]

Ch.31:  The Final Race

Pairing: Barry Allen x OFC

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Cold rain hit hard against the umbrellas of the group. It made the grass in the cemetery mushy to walk through, made Henry's coffin just a bit damp too. The group huddled around the coffin and listened to biblical words in hopes of easing their hearts.

"...and comfort us today with the word of your promise as we return our brother to the earth, and leave us with the hope that, one day, we'll meet again."

Barry cleared his throat and forced his gaze to land on his father's coffin. All eyes were on him, waiting to say something right about Henry. "Um...my father's…" But the words failed him. His mind was racing but at the same time there were no clear thoughts, there was nothing he could say. "I can't do this right now."

Belén wrapped her arm around his and assured him it was fine. It was completely understandable. She would know. One year ago she stood in his place, burying her father (who was also murdered by a crazy speedster).

Joe took the lead and said the final words for Barry. "Henry Allen. Henry suffered two great losses in his life. He lost his wife, Nora, and he lost Barry. He suffered guilt, embarrassment, ridicule, shame, and everything that comes with being blamed for a crime he didn't commit. Henry Allen was proof that love can get you through the darkest of days, and that love will keep him alive in all of our hearts."

Barry left the umbrella to Belén as he went around to take a rose. He placed it over his father's coffin and sucked in a shaky breath. "I promise you I'm gonna take from him what he took from you."

The others exchanged worried glances from his words, but for the time being they would let him grieve.

~ 0 ~

Even though there was no desire to eat, Iris made sure to spread around a decent meal on her dining table. She gave Belén a cautious look when the ombre-blonde set down a stack of empty glasses. Belén quietly sighed and followed Iris' gaze to Barry, who had been staring out the window for the last fifteen minutes.

"I can't talk to him…" Belén confided in her friend, shamefully too. She tried countless times to get a word in but each time Barry would shut her down. He wasn't in the mood and though it was understandable it didn't make Belén feel any better knowing she wasn't able to help him.

Iris rubbed Belén's back comfortingly. Belén shook her head and gently pushed Iris' hand from her. "I'm not the one who needs comforting."

"Alright," Barry started coming back to them. "Guys, Zoom's still out there. We need to come up with a plan."

Cisco had a finger against his temple, obviously out of fresh ideas. "The man can crack open breaches to Earth-2. I mean, if he can do that, what else can he do that we don't know about?"

"Well, those breaches he opened have to be limited," Caitlin sat beside him at the table. "I mean, why else have a personal siphoner?"

"What if that was just a ruse for distraction?" Nina offered another suggestion. "Use a familiar face to keep us away from the real plan."

"A damn good distraction if you asked me," Shivhan muttered.

"And what would that real plan be exactly?" Veronica looked between the team for the answer.

"Right after he killed his time remnant, he told me I was 'almost ready'." Barry reviewed the last fight he had with Zoom and felt the burning fury of losing it.

"Almost ready for what?" asked Joe.

"I don't know."

"Yep. Classic psychopath. Why can't they ever just say what they want to do?" Cisco dropped a hand to the table and drummed his fingers against it. "We also have to figure out why I keep vibing Earth-2 being ripped to shreds. Seriously. It's like I'm watching "Transformers" in 4-D, but, like, ten times more realistic and with much better acting."

"Maybe it's your powers developing," Belén suggested with a light smile that lasted very little. "If that's the future then we need to stop Zoom before it actually happens."

Barry had been listening and paying attention as best as possible but ultimately decided it was just too much. "I'm gonna get some air, all right?" He made a hasty leave for the front door.

Belén went after him, telling the others to not interrupt them. She had to get him to talk to her one way or another. She tried doing the same thing last year, keeping everything bottled in hadn't been the best of her ideas. She couldn't let Barry fall into the same path.

Barry was sitting on the front porch when she finally stepped out. She was cautious as she approached him but at least this time she would hear his voice saying something besides 'I need to be alone'. "When I was in the Speed Force, I felt like I'd finally come to grips with her death, with not saving her when I went back. And then the moment where I'm finally at the place I can move on, my father's taken from me. How am I ever supposed to find peace with that?"

With a sigh, Belén took a seat beside him. "I get how you feel. We had a conversation like this a long time ago, remember?" She scooted closer to him and reached for his hand. "Accepting your parents' death is going to take time. But the key thing you have to do is to try to move on. Not fast, not on a schedule, but just...accepting and moving on."

"I just miss him so much already," Barry leaned his head on her shoulder. He was well aware of his recent distancing from her and now that he felt her warmth, he felt like he could stick to her for the rest of the night and yet...there was still a part of him screaming that he needed to put some distance, not for him but for her. She'd been so kind to him these past days and he couldn't put himself together even for her. He was curt and he was distant. That wasn't a relationship and much less something she deserved.

"I'm so sorry, Barry," Belén whispered to him in the midst of his grim thoughts.

In their moment of silence, a blue glow zipped down the street and without any hesitation Barry chased it. Belén could've screamed for him to stop but there would be no point. He was going no matter what.

And in the end of that chase, Barry came to a solitary intersection where Hunter waited.

"Bad time, Flash? Thought I'd give you some time to mourn," he had the audacity to say.

Barry gritted his teeth together and barely kept his feet in place. "This ends now."

"Not yet," Hunter countered, wagging his finger. "There's always more to take, Barry."

"You're gonna stay away from them," Barry warned.

"Well, that's completely up to you."

"What?"

"When we first met, I told you that Zoom needed to be the best. You just didn't realize I was talking about myself."

Barry thought it completely ridiculous what he was hearing. "Is that what this is about?"

"A race, Barry, between you and me... to see who's the fastest. You win: this is over, and you get to be the hero."

"I'm not racing you."

Hunter made a shrug. "Then your father won't be the only person you love that I'll take from you. Think about it, Flash. All I want to know is who's the fastest man alive on either world. I'll be waiting."

He left the choice with Barry and disappeared.

~ 0 ~

"So...Zoom wants to race you?" Cisco wanted to make sure what he heard had been correct.

Barry found it hard to look at his friends without showing all the anger bubbling inside him. "He's obsessed with being the best."

"You know, that actually makes sense in a weird, twisted way," Belén swayed her head. "I mean, he's technically the fastest speedster in his world so naturally he'd want to come over here to our world and challenge the fastest speedster here...you."

"But that can't be everything he wants," Joe said, refusing to believe that it would all come down to this challenge. All the murders and pain that man caused was all to come to...a race?

Harry had already taken initiative and began doing some research. "It isn't. This Magnetar that's being developed by Mercury Labs…" He pulled up a schematic of the device for the others to see. "Turns out, it can act as a pulsar."

"What the hell is a pulsar?" Shivhan stared at the screen in confusion.

"It's a power amplifier with a highly magnetized, dense rotating core that can be easily weaponized."

"Well, that's not dangerous at all," Iris said.

"That's what happens to Earth-2," Cisco realized soon after. "What happens in my vibes is because of this machine."

"No, hold on, that thing is powerful enough to destroy a planet?" Veronica made a gesture for them to slow down. They had gone from talking about a simple race to...the destruction of the entire planet.

"A lot more than just a planet, if it has the right power source," Harry confirmed.

"Like what?"

"Like me," Barry said, still coming to terms with it. "That's why he wants to race. He wants to siphon the energy I create when I run."

"He wants to siphon the energy off both of you," Harry told him.

Caitlin thought for a second and remembered some important words of Hunter's during her awful time with him. "When Jay captured me, he said that he used to measure his success by counting the number of victims he had, but now he was gonna measure it by counting the number of Earths he conquered instead."

"He doesn't want to just destroy Earth-2; he wants to take out every other planet in the multiverse," Belén shuddered a breath at the thought. They'd gone from a race to the destruction of their planet and then the end of the universes.

"And how many of those are there again?" Nina looked scared to even glance at Harry for the answer.

"Infinite."

"Ah."

"If he can create a breach to Earth-2 all on his own...he can get to all of 'em," Joe said.

"One pulse to destroy them all."

Barry decided there and then. "I guess I don't have a choice. I have to race him. And I have to win."

~ 0 ~

A short time later - after Barry had gotten back in his suit and told the others he would be practicing in the pipeline - Caitlin had called Belén into a sideroom. Even though there was no one left inside the cortex, Caitlin didn't want to take a chance.

"What's up Caitlin?" Belén crossed her arms and watched as Caitlin sat down on the single desk.

Caitlin didn't say anything as she picked up a silver metallic device blinking red. She stared at it for a short minute before holding it out to Belén.

Belén's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What...is it?"

"Cisco helped me create the physical device and I combined my work with Barry's for the actual components. I-I think…" Caitlin took in a small breath, "...I think we finished it."

It took only a minute for Belén to realize what Caitlin held. "That's...the cure for Datura?"

A small smile slipped through Caitlin's lips. "It's not technically a 'cure'—" she made air quotation marks, "—but more like a conduit."

"A what-a-what now?" Belén took the device into her hands. She noticed there were needle-like parts sticking out at the bottom and the top, both encased with protective plastic.

"The way it's meant to work is for both of those—"Caitlin tapped the casing of the needles, "—to extract yours and Datura's DNA and sort of…" Belén was sure Caitlin was having trouble explaining in simple terms and felt for the woman. She always did need things simplified. "It meshes them together, rearranging them into the right sequence needed for Datura's body to become stable again. It'll hopefully get rid of those awful personas in her head."

"That sounded scientifically correct," Belén smiled. "So I inject this into the bitch and then it's over?"

Caitlin wasn't one for cursing so she went on like it never happened. "That's the idea."

"Great, except for one problem: she's surprisingly very good at hide-and-seek," Belén put the device on the desk.

"Well, yes...but we're even better at seeking," Caitlin turned to the computer and typed pretty fast. "Since Datura and Zoom are technically the last Earth-2 metas outside of the pipeline, it's a lot easier to find them."

"Eugh, definitely don't wanna find Zoom that fast," Belén mumbled.

"But if we use Harry's cellular deadzone trick, we can find both of them," Caitlin finished typing and gestured to the screen that had a blinking dot.

Belén leaned forwards and scanned the screen. "Bitch is really me," she mumbled with just a hint of a smile. "She's at the community theater."

"Was she a dancer before like you?" Caitlin truly wondered.

"Who knows," shrugged Belén as she straightened up. "But I guess we're going to find out." She grabbed the device and walked out of the room.

Caitlin came after her but both women were greeted with the grim faces of their friends. "What happened?" Caitlin asked them.

"We, uh...we may have done a thing…" Iris spoke slowly and nervously, her eyes constantly flickering to the others.

"What kind of thing?" Belén raised an eyebrow. She saw her mother standing very straight and confident. It was usually the face she did when she 'made a decision'. "Mom? What did you do?" Veronica opened her mouth several times, apparently finding it harder to speak than she anticipated. "Mom? What did you do?"

"It wasn't her, Belén," Shivhan said quietly, her eyes drifting over to the others but more specifically at Harry. "I'm pretty sure it was a unanimous decision."

"We made the decision," Harry sharply clarified.

"What decision?" Belén insisted, growing frustrated by the second. Silence irritated her the most.

"We put Barry in the pipeline," Harry said, showing not as much conflict as the others.

Both Belén and Caitlin blinked in surprise.

"Hold on...what?" Belén asked again. Caitlin decided to find out on her own and headed for the main desk. "Why would you do that!?" Belén exclaimed.

"Because he's going to get himself killed," Harry continued answering for the others. "We made the decision—"

"We did not make any decision!" Belén snapped. She glanced at Caitlin and saw the security camera showing Barry indeed inside a pipeline pod. "Oh my God," Belén frowned and headed for the pipeline.

"Belén!" Veronica shouted and immediately followed. The others quickly did the same. "Belén!"

Belén ignored the calls of her friends all the way into the pipeline. She smacked away Harry's hand when he tried to pull her hand from the pipeline control.

"You can't open it!" Harry warned her.

"Frikin watch me!" she shouted in his face and indeed opened the pipeline, bringing in Barry's pod.

"Belén, stop!" this time it was Iris who brought Belén back.

"Iris! Why—"

"Just...just let us talk to him, okay?" Iris had a significant expression sitting on her face. "Just listen to him...and then...and then see for yourself."

Belén thought she was crazy, but feeling the outnumbering pressure got to her. She turned around to face Barry who was coming out of the tranquilizer they'd injected into him.

On wobbly feet, Barry got up and planted his palms on the wall of the pod. "What are you doing? Why did you put me in here?"

"Because you're too angry right now," Joe began and Belén did the watching like Iris instructed. "You can't race him like that. Without a plan, you're... You'll lose."

Barry began the anger fuse in a second. "Keeping me in here is gonna get everyone killed. I'm the only one that can stop him; you know that."

"You race Zoom on his terms, you'll lose," Harry said slow and steady for Barry to understand.

Barry slammed a hand against the wall, startling Belén. "This is not your decision to make!"

"It is this time," Joe corrected him. "We all made it together."

Offence scratched at Barry's surface. He took in the guilty faces of his friends. "All of you?" he especially lingered on Belén.

"Barry, I…"

"She and Caitlin weren't there," Veronica beat her daughter to it.

"Bro, I went back and forth. I was, like, a good 60/40 at first…" Cisco wanted to explain but Harry cut him of.

"Ramon!"

"Yeah, yeah, we all made the decision," Cisco mumbled.

"Come on!" Barry exclaimed. He was riled up and slamming the walls of his prison. Belén watched him carefully as promised. "This is ridiculous!"

"Belén," Harry's sharp voice startled the woman in question. He had one hand hovering over the pipeline's control. "What's your call?"

"I…" Belén bit her lip nervously, feeling her heart rapidly beating with the decision resting on her. "I…" she sighed and put herself together, "Close it down."

"Belén!" Barry seemed stunned. "Don't do this!" he shouted.

"I'm sorry…" Belén hated hearing his screams as the pipeline was forced to shut.

He was completely out of it, delirious with anger...and that was a one way ticket to death. It was probably what Zoom was counting on. Barry's grief and endless anger combined together made for the perfect opponent. She couldn't let that happen.

~ 0 ~

"I can't believe I just did that," Belén was the first to speak after they returned to the cortex. It was heart-wrenching to see Barry in that position and much more to hear his screams.

"Believe me, it was for the best," Nina assured her. "I have seen my share fair of patients' families go down a similar road of rage and it never ends well."

"I have never seen him that angry before…" Belén trailed off and a small chuckle escaped through her lips, "Except for when he fought the Reverse Flash. Seems like we're always in these situations."

"Well this was just the easy part, ladies and gentlemen," Harry strode out of the side room with two large briefcases that he set on the table. "Now, using our plan to take down Zoom without Barry, that's gonna be the hard part, but it's gonna be a lot easier once we know where he is, Ramon!"

Cisco felt the sharp jab of that statement from the computers. "Chill, man! I'm working on it!"

"Well work harder!"

Cisco was proud to say he had found the location. "Got it. He's at the industrial park on Leawood. Give me that!" he high-fived with Jesse.

"What the hell is even the plan here?" Belén asked, shooting the group suspicious looks. "Since you were all so kind enough not to tell me and Caitlin beforehand?"

"It would be nice to know," Caitlin agreed quietly.

"The plan is Caitlin will distract Jay so that we—" Harry motioned to himself and Cisco, "—can hit him with the boot."

"You want to use Caitlin?" Belén stopped them right there, exasperated on behalf of Caitlin. "Are you out of your minds!?"

"It's the only logical way—"

"Don't you say that to me when I am standing right here," Belén warned him.

"Belén it's okay," Caitlin suddenly spoke up after dwelling on it for a minute in silence. It gave her a terrible feeling in hwe stomach but there was a fiercer determination to stop Zoom once and for all.

"What? Caitlin—"

"Honest, Belén," Caitlin patted her friend's arm. "Jay may be a monster, but there's a human inside of him somewhere. I've gotten to that part of him before. I know I can do it again. I want to stop him, Harry, for good."

"Alright, thanks," Harry gave her a nod. "So then after Caitlin does her distraction, Cisco's gonna open the breach, and we're gonna put him through it. I'll disarm the Magnetar."

"And what, pray tell, am I gonna do?" Belén wasn't liking this plan since it was basically pushing her aside.

"You are going to be on watch duty," Harry had an answer for her ready to go.

"Because she might be there," Veronica said. "I am not taking any chances again. Shivhan is going to be looking after you like a hawk."

Belén gasped indignantly at the idea and even shot a glare at Shivhan who'd been quiet all this time. "Seriously?"

"Sorry," she shrugged. "But she has a gun." Belén rolled her eyes.

"I'll be fine," Caitlin reassured Belén in the end. "We'll all be okay."

"One more thing," Joe stepped forwards. "We need to agree. We all made this decision together, so if anything goes wrong, we stick with it."

Everyone gave their re-confirming nods.

"Let's load up," Harry moved.

~ 0 ~

Harry, Joe and Cisco each took respective hideouts in the industrial park before 'Caitlin' was meant to call in Zoom. The women, ironically, were set in the STAR Labs van.

"I should be out there," Belén muttered for the fifth time to her mother. "I'm not five years old."

"Then quit whining like one," Veronica swiftly retorted, furthering her daughter's irritation.

"Okay…" Iris cleared her throat. "Are you guys ready?" she called in to the others through the comms.

"We got you," Harry dutifully responded.

"Caitlin?" Nina glanced at the brunette expectantly. She, much like Belén, wasn't exactly on board with the precise details of the plan. Her wound didn't allow her to get back in the meta field yet so she was on "watch duty" just like Belén.

"Yes," Caitlin was more than determined to finish this once and for all.

"Then all hands on board," Shivhan declared.

~ 0 ~

"Jay?" Caitlin called out to the meta. "Jay!"

Her voice drew him in within the second. He sped to stand across her in the open area of the park. "How did you find me?"

"Doctor McGee said the Magnetar was stolen from her labs. I knew that it had to be you, so I tracked you here," Caitlin played the part well. "I tracked you here, Jay. No one else knows." She paused for a second and contemplated her next words. "Datura let me go…"

"I know," Hunter said bitterly. "Woman knows how to hide. But that won't last long."

"But I'm here," Caitlin gestured to herself. "She let me go and I returned. I came back to you." She discreetly took several steps towards him and watched as he did the same. "You were right. There is a dark side of me. I'm...I'm more like Killer Frost than I thought...and I really didn't want to accept that. I tried to lock the darkness inside of me. But you knew that that was already a part of me now. And you're the only one who did. And now, I'm ready to accept who I really am." By this time, she had successfully drew Hunter close to her. "I am so sorry it took me this long to realize," Caitlin finished. "I want to be the one that only you know. Please, Jay. Let me try."

"I knew you would see the light, Caitlin," Hunter sighed. "But it's too late." Without hesitation, he struck a hand through her chest and came to the realization she was only a hologram.

Caitlin had never left the van.

There was a locking noise in the air and the next thing Hunter knew was his restraint to a metal dampener around his neck. Cisco, from above, shot a breech energy close to him and waited for Joe to finish it all. When Harry saw there was no finale, he took matters into his own hands and shot at Hunter with his own gun. It missed only slightly since Hunter was still stumbling with the metal dampener around his neck.

"Tranq him! Tranq him!" Harry shouted at Joe.

"Gun is jammed!" came the response. Joe grabbed the tranquilizers and made a run for Hunter. He jabbed the tranquilizers into both sides of Hunter's shoulder blades and stumbled back.

Harry came into the area again and shot at Hunter. The blow made Hunter fall into the breech, but it also caused for an easy snatch of Joe. Both men were gone within the second.

~ 0 ~

Iris intently watched Cisco vibe for her father's location and half knew the answer when Cisco sighed and pulled off his vibing goggles. Yet, she dared to believe. "Did you see my Dad?"

"No, the vibe keeps changing. It's like my brain is channel surfing or something," Cisco dejectedly found a seat nearby.

"They must be on the move," Caitlin theorized. "That's why the vibe's in flux. Keep trying."

Harry and Jesse came into the cortex wearing almost identical grim faces.

"Did you turn off the Magnetar?" asked Nina, though she knew the answer already.

"No, there's no messing with that thing. Whatever he did to it...we try and touch it, we try and move it…" Harry shook his head.

"This planet's done for," Belén said, extremely struggling to keep herself together.

"Belén, you should cal—"

"Mom, please, for the love of God, don't finish that," Belén warned her. She didn't want to hear how she should 'calm down'. There was absolutely no way to calm down. She had decided to go along with their plans and leave Barry in the pipeline because it was the best thing for him. But now he was still in the pipeline and Joe was gone. "We made the wrong decision and now Joe's out there. What the hell were we thinking?" She rubbed her forehead.

"Iris," Wally came into the room and almost immediately sensed the dense atmosphere. "What's...what's wrong?"

Belén released a loud breath, making no attempt to hide her mood. "We screwed up, that's what."

"Belén," Veronica spoke her daughter's name through gritted teeth.

"Okay, what's going on?" Wally demanded to know.

"We tried to stop Zoom by pushing him through the breach, but... he took Joe with him," Caitlin was the one to explain.

"Well, where's Barry? Did he go after him?" Wally asked but then noticed that the speedster in question wasn't there.

"He's not with us because we decided to put him in a cell," Belén felt terrible as she spoke the words. She was the worst girlfriend in the world, she was sure of it.

Wally wasn't sure if he was hearing right but once he got a better look at everyone's faces in the room, he decided that he actually heard right. "Wait, you... you tried to stop Zoom alone? Well, we have to get him back!"

Iris reached out for her brother's arm before he got going. "Wally, before Zoom took Dad, we all agreed that if we got him off this Earth, we would close the breaches for good, and we would never open them again, under any circumstances."

"Why...why would you do that?" Wally made frantic hand gestures in the air. "No! No way, that's not gonna happen!"

"He made us all agree to it," Iris said, doing her best to withhold her emotions.

"Well guess what? I didn't agree to that!" Wally snapped. "I already lost my mom. If Dad... I…" he trailed off, deeming things to be too much for him, and he stormed off.

"He's not wrong," Belén sighed. "We screwed up, and badly."

"We agreed to it—"

"Iris quit reciting that! We know you want to go and save him just as much as we want to," Belén surprisingly held her voice down for Iris' sake. "We all do!"

"But that's not what we agreed on," Harry meant no argument, just a simple reminder.

"And if it had been Jesse again?" Belén countered with. She saw the immediate glance to Jesse and sighed. "Or what if it had been Caitlin? Iris? Let's all be honest here, the promise we made was always going to be voided if something like this happened. Who were we trying to kid?"

Silence filled the room with mixtures of guilt. The only sound came from a blinking alert from one of the computers. Being closest to it, Jesse checked on it.

"Uh, hey, guys, Barry's not—" she got cut off by Barry himself who had sped in with Wally, "...in his cell anymore…"

Iris' irritation returned with her brother's disobedience. "Wally!"

"What?" the younger sibling turned to her. "I wasn't just gonna stand here and let this happen."

Barry had learned exactly what had happened from Wally and was rightfully angry. "You let him take Joe? What the hell were you thinking?"

"Allen, there was nothing we could do," Harry said with a repeated sigh.

Barry felt like a broken record repeating the solution. "You could've let me race him!"

"You're not racing Zoom!"

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna tranq me again?"

"Don't tempt me!"

"Look, I know you guys made a pact to keep Zoom on Earth-2, but you did that without me and Wally. All right? You don't get to do that!"

"And you don't get to go die being reckless," snapped Belén and dared him to come back. "You are not okay, Barry—"

"My dad was just killed in front of me!"

"I know! We all do!" Belén upheld her loudness. She hated yelling at him, especially in moments like these but if she kept talking at a normal volume then she would never get through to him. "We've all lost someone to people who didn't deserve to play God. But you going out there, all angry and emotional won't help anyone."

"Look, Barry—" Caitlin took a crack at it, "—I know how cold and angry and distant that can make you. But when this happened to me, you were the one who kept me in check. You told me to stop and take a breath, and that's all we're telling you to do now."

Barry took in some air and spoke much calmer, abet still laced with frustration. "I'm telling you I'm good!"

Harry scoffed. "Really? You're good? Because it seems to me you want to do more than stop Zoom. It seems to me you want revenge. If that's why you're doing this, Allen, you will lose."

"Please, Barry," Belén begged in a whisper.

Barry mildly reconsidered after getting her look. "Look, you guys. I... you may not think I can do this. You may think I'm too angry. But we're running out of time! I have to beat him, and I'm going to, whether I have your help or not. So which one is it?"

Well, there wasn't much to think about after that.

Cisco vibed Barry to Zoom's old cave on Earth 2 to accept his racing challenge. The group at least had some relief to know Zoom would be bringing Joe back with him to their Earth. Now all they had to do is figure out a way to beat him.

Belén and Caitlin, however, were a little more focused on their side mission. Eventually, even Shivhan had drifted to their corner. Belén was already in her suit, holding the curing device tightly in her hands, and was talking to them about their situation when Barry approached them.

"What are you two doing?" he eyed them suspiciously.

Belén turned out and waved the device at him. "Caitlin did it."

Barry's eyes widened at the sight of the device. "Cait, you did it!?"

Caitlin sheepishly nodded. "With all our combined efforts, yes."

"I was thinking I'm going to do this myself," Belén informed and quickly added on when she saw Barry opening his mouth to argue, "It's the only way. Look, it's obvious I can't fight Zoom because of speed differences and you can't fight Datura because of, well, her face. We have to split up if we really want to win."

Barry wanted to argue that she was wrong...but she really wasn't. It had been his weakness from the very beginning against Datura. He couldn't bring himself to physically hurt her, and it was obvious words weren't going to get through her. Not to mention, Datura was definitely counting on her advantage and would beat him to a pulp if he gave her the chance. "You're right."

"Yes, I am."

"But... please...be careful." Because as much as they hated to admit it, Barry also knew that Datura held an advantage against Belén. Belén had said it from the very beginning; they were evenly matched.

"She'll be fine because she's definitely not going alone," Shivhan declared just as Caitlin moved to stand beside her.

Belén shot both of them a wide-eyed look. "What?"

"Belén, we want to come with you," said Caitlin.

"Cait…" Belén had severe doubts of this new addition to the plan, but both women were ready to make their cases.

"You came to me for some back up all these months ago," Shivhan reminded her. "And you were right because if you hadn't, I would still be trying to hide from Datura. I told you that I would help you wipe that smugness off her face and that's what I'm going to do today."

"It turned into my fight a while ago when Jay took me to Earth 2," Caitlin admitted. "We had conversations when we were back on this Earth. Cisco mentioned it before that maybe it was like an echo of our friendship coming out. Datura made some choices with me that...might be more from her human side. If I can tap into that and help you in any way that I can, Belén, I will."

Belén looked between the two women, searching for any trace of doubt in their eyes. She really didn't want either of them to come with her — she wanted to keep them out of harm's way — but she got the feeling that no matter what argument she made, they would outmatch her. "I am so very lucky to have you guys as friends."

"Yeah you are," Shivhan smirked, making them laugh.

"Dr. Snow, pack a weapon for yourself," Belén started. "I don't want you completely unarmed in case Datura gets any funny ideas."

"On it," Caitlin said and started off for their stash of weaponry.

"I'll...help her pick out something gnarly," Shivhan decided after getting the feeling she would be a third wheel in a couple of moments.

Belén watched them disappear and perhaps would've kept herself in that way if she didn't feel Barry placing a hand on her shoulder. They had yet to talk about the pipeline earlier.

"Bells, you have to be careful," Barry said.

She turned slowly to meet his gaze. "I will if you will," she countered with.

"I will...do my best," Barry promised. For now, that was all either of them could promise to each other.

"Barry, I'm sorry for locking you in the pipeline - well not that I had originally been in on it because Caitlin and I were still here actually. But, you know, I'm sorry for later deciding to lock you in. I was scared for you and us—"

Barry knew that if he let her, she would talk until her face turned blue. Her college nickname 'Motor-mouth-Belén' still made him laugh every now and then when it was brought up. He wished he could go back to those moments instead of what they had now: pure trouble. He cupped her face, stopping her in the middle of a phenomenal apology with a sound kiss on the lips.

Belén would take any opportunity like this whenever she could. Her hands snaked their way up to his face and stayed there because it was the closest she could have him in that moment. "Is that code for forgiveness?" she asked afterwards in a whisper. "Because I'm really sorry."

"I get why you did it," Barry told her, reassuring her that he wasn't upset with her. "I just hate that you needed to do it. It feels like these past few days, you've had to do deal with a lot because of me and I...I can't seem to get myself together, you know? I'm too hurt to do right by you."

"So?" she said, surprising him that she was that aware. "Your father just died, Barry. You can't pull yourself together right now. You have to mourn, you have to let time pass before you can ever claim some normality. I know that and I'm here for all of it — I'll be here for every stage of it."

"But you don't deserve that," Barry let his head hang with guilt. He felt it in the pit of his stomach that it would be a long time before he could ever be someone good for her again. She didn't deserve that at all.

"Stop thinking you know what I deserve," Belén said gently. "I know what I deserve, alright? Let me be here for whatever you need...just like you were there for me when my father died." He ultimately nodded but Belén felt like he still hadn't completely grasped her point. In fact, she felt like she was missing something and it scared her. For that, she wrapped her arms around him for a very tight hug. Suddenly, it wasn't all about the fighting they would be doing soon...something was telling her to hold onto him before he disappeared. That was scary.

~ 0 ~

Everyone except Belén, Shivhan and Caitlin had returned to Zoom's hideout. Cisco was the first one to spot the magnetar in all its grandness right across them. It was lighting up in glows of white and yellow, giving it a similar appearance to a ferris wheel. But this was no ferris wheel.

"I tell you, Jay might be crazy-pants, but he can pick a venue," Cisco sucked a breath in after finally managing to tear his gaze from the magnetar.

Zoom sped in from behind, with Joe tight by the arm. "Brought the whole crew with you, huh? Can't say I blame you."

"Dad!" Wally nearly ran to his father if Iris hadn't grabbed hold of him.

"It's gonna be one hell of a show," Zoom promised.

Barry moved to stand in front of his friends. "Let him go."

"After we race."

"Cut the crap," Harry had a good aim on Zoom. "We know you plan to power up the Magnetar so you can destroy the multiverse."

"Bravo. You figured it out... almost," Zoom said, pulling off his mask. "I don't want to destroy all of it. This Earth is at the center of the multiverse. It's the access point to every other Earth in existence. One trans-dimensional shockwave, and... poof."

"Leaving just our Earth," Cisco narrowed his eyes. "How generous of you."

Hunter took the compliment. "Need to have some place to hang my cowl. You might want to say your good-byes." He sped off to take his place and leave Joe tied up somewhere to the side.

Barry turned to Iris and Wally, the most affected by far. "Don't worry. I'm gonna save your dad."

"No. You're gonna save our dad," Wally corrected him, encouraging him to go on.

~ 0 ~

Belén slowly crept into the community theater which, as of late, had been closed down for reconstruction after Zoom's metas had given it a good rundown. Shivhan and Caitlin, who held a small meta dampener gun, were right behind Belén. They made it past the hallways with no problem but saw a blinking light coming from the stage room. Belén warned the others to stay behind as they walked in through the back.

Even though the lights were dim, they could see a figure lying on their back on the stage. Said figure was humming to herself, wagging a finger in the air. Belén wasn't sure what to think.

Shivhan, however, had her thoughts perfectly lined up. "She's officially gone insane."

"Shh," Belén said quickly.

"'Insane' is much more difficult to fight, Belén," Shivhan warned.

"She's not crazy," went Caitlin, earning herself a look from Shivhan. "I'm serious. These personas bombarding Datura aren't making her crazy. She never was. They're overwhelming her to the point where she has to break at moments in order to not go crazy."

"Either way, she can't stay here," Belén took in a deep breath. It was time to go. She started making her way down steps leading to the stage. When Datura stopped humming suddenly, Belén balled a fist and prepared for a fight.

"It's funny what you end up thinking about in your last moments," the doppelganger spoke with ease. She stretched and arm over her head to point back at the silks dropping from the ceiling. "I dabbled in dancing before I went into biology."

"Your mom make you quit too?" Belén inquired, stopping midway down.

Datura snorted. "Mom? No. It was Dad. He said it was a useless talent."

"Been there done that…" Belén mumbled. "So that's why you're here then? Relive past moments?"

Datura supported her upper body with her elbows and gave Belén an "are you serious" stare. "I'm here because I can't get home, dumbass. I can't leave because everywhere I go, Zoom will be there."

"So you want to go home?"

Datura licked her lips, clearly struggling to be that honest with her. "Well...when everything is said and done, when you're about to die...where do you want to go?"

Belén swallowed hard. "Home..." she whispered.

"Yeah, except in my case, I can't really do that all the way, huh?" Datura cocked her head to the side. Her husband was gone, her family thought her dead, and Poison Ivy was locked up right here on this Earth. Even if she did manage to go home, where would she go? "It's stupid but I'd rather not die by myself. Any chance you'd let Poison Ivy come out?"

Belén raised an eyebrow at her. Somewhere in the back, she was sure that Shivhan was snorting at the audacity of the woman. "Listen Datura, I know what you did for Caitlin, and I'm thankful for it," Belén said, eliciting a small sarcastic laugh in return.

"Spare me the "you're a hero within" speech. I'm dying, no reason to bring her down with me. Right Caity?" Datura purposely called out to Caitlin, knowing she was there in the room. "You can come out of the darkness, it's not like I'll shoot you. Well, maybe." Shivhan led Caitlin down a couple steps but she kept one arm in front of her in case Datura tried something. "Oooh, Black Orchid is here too," Datura sighed dramatically. "Must we do this?"

"No," Shivhan said. "You can go straight to the pipeline and make our night easier."

"I redid the cure. I'm pretty sure it'll work…" Caitlin started but Datura's eyes flashed red all of a sudden. Belén and Shivhan prepared themselves to block whatever attack Datura would send their way...but instead Datura started laughing.

"Hey, genius, instead of laughing why not be more grateful that someone still cared for your ass?" Belén snapped. Maybe Shivhan wasn't all that wrong about the 'insane' part.

Datura let herself fall back to the floor. Something new had popped into her head and it was delicious. It was brand new hope, a brand new adventure she was more than willing to go into head-first. One of her hands covered her forehead as she continued to giggle. "You don't get it. It doesn't matter anymore…"

"What are you talking about?" Belén asked. She glanced back at Shivhan and Caitlin, hoping that they — like her — had gotten the gist that they had missed something just then. Determined, Belén jumped onto the stage to get closer to her doppelganger.

"None of it matters, idiot!" Datura snapped and sat up, flashing a smirk. "In the end, Barry's going to screw it up. The non-rule breaker will break the ultimate rule."

"I don't know what you're talking about but this ends now!" Belén went to grab Datura but the doppelganger seized her wrist and threw her over. Shivhan rushed down the remainder of the stairs but Datura called her.

"Stay where you are before I forget my fondness for Caity!" the doppelganger slowly stood up and walked over to Belén who was trying to get up. She pushed a heeled boot on Belén's back, forcing her to the ground. "I said I wanted to die in peace and you can't even do that?"

"Who said you got to die in peace?" Belén groaned.

"I don't have anything, not even Poison Ivy anymore. I've accepted the loss, so do me the favor and just go."

"That's the problem. You don't just get to decide you lose. After everything you did? Please."

"Why bother sticking me with that cure when it's not going to matter in the end?"

Belén swiped am arm across Datura's legs and knocked her over. She jumped over the woman and began to wrestle for the device's injection.

~0~

Barry had come to stand beside Zoom, both in front of the magnetar. "What are the rules?"

"One lap around the inside of this loop will produce about 1 gigawatt of energy, and I need 500-plus to power the Magnetar enough to do the job," Zoom motioned to the spinning design of the magnetar. "Once it's full, I win, because there is no stopping it."

Barey did not consider such possibility. He gave the magnetar another study. "So all I have to do to beat you is stop you before that happens."

"Yep. It's that simple," Zoom agreed but almost laughed at the absurdity of the notion. "But if, at any point, you decide you don't want to race anymore, dear old dad number two is a dead man, as well as your little fan club."

"They're not my fan club. They're the reason that I'm running, why I'm gonna beat you," Barry corrected and got ready to run the race of his life.

Zoom scoffed at the bubble-filled statement. "Let's see what you're made of, Flash."

"Just say when, Zoom."

Zoom pulled his mask on and spoke in a demonic voice. "Run, Barry. Run!"

And the two speedsters raced.

~0~

Caitlin had taken multiple aims with the meta dampener gun but found it impossible to actually shoot since the two doppelgangers kept going back and forth. Shivhan tried intervening but the first two times she had accidentally struck Belén in the middle of their ongoing fight.

"Belén! You need to stay still!"

Belén was currently dodging electric bolts and so found the challenge a bit difficult to manahs. "Can't—" bolt! "—really—" bolt! "—do—" bolt! "—that! Ah!" The last shot had gotten her from the side.

Electricity crackled around Datura's arms as the woman walked towards her doppelganger. "If anything, before everything on this world gets screwed over, I can have the satisfaction that you lost." Her eyes were golden as her electricity.

"Is that what this is to you? Whether you win or lose?" Caitlin called out, turning her attention. "I knew you served Zoom but I didn't think you were actually like him."

The statement elicited a newfound wave of rage. Electricity was exchanged for the familiar frost. "I am not Zoom!" spoke Killer Frost who shot icicles in Caitlin's way.

Shivhan wielded a shield of thick tendrils to cover them. "I guess the truth hurts, huh?" She then threw her shield like a boomerang that took Datura against the back of the stage. "You're just like Zoom. It's no wonder the Green didn't want you in."

Belén heard the distinctive growl of fury as soon as Shivhan mentioned the green. It gave her an idea. Datura jumped back on her feet, sending her own vine tendrils towards Shivhan.

~0~

"He's powering up the Magnetar," Harry had seen the controls of the device glowing with a white sphere at the center.

Cisco felt a rush of insecurity as they witnessed Zoom get a gain on Barry in the race. "Come on, Barry. Catch up."

A bright, white light sprouted from the magnetar and went right into the sky, ripping a hole that would soon create the breeches to the other worlds. But at the same time, the team saw Barry split into two.

Jesse tried following the original but ultimately lost track. "Which one's Barry?"

"Both of them. He made a…" Harry began and Cisco finished with him.

"...time remnant."

~ 0 ~

Shivhan delivered a punch followed by a second one across Datura's face. She pushed her foot against Datura's stomach then lunged on the doppelganger.

Caitlin tried once again to take aim but — just like when Datura fought Belén — Shivhan was in the way. "I can't get a clear shot!"

Datura sent Shivhan toppling over a prop table with a streak of energy. "Oh Caity, be honest, could you really shoot me?" She turned to face the brunette who was now gripping her weapon. "

"I shouldn't need to," Caitlin walked down the theater steps. "Because there's no reason for you to deny our help. It's what you wanted, no? That's why you nearly murdered our friends, why you kidnapped Belén's family?"

"I've got nothing anymore!" Datura frantically snapped. "My kind have been eradicated and the metas who survived - like Poison Ivy - are in your stupid maximum security prison right now! And excuse me if it sounds cliche but I don't like being alone."

Caitlin stopped and lowered her gun without realizing. "Just like Belén…"

~ 0 ~

Zoom had pinned Barry to the ground, never noticing that the other time remnant had switched to running around the magnetar's monitor control. "A remnant? Stole my trick, Flash. But you're too late. Bye-bye, multiverse!"

Barry didn't take his taunt and kicked Zoom backwards. As the man stumbled, Barry took his chance and gave in some hard (well deserved in his mind) punches.

"What's the time remnant doing?" Iris had to speak louder for the others to hear.

"He's creating his own pulse…" Harry replied, the idea still coming to him.

"Why would he do that?" Cisco focused explicitly on the time remnant.

But Harry had finally figured it out. "Because... if that's out of phase—" he pointed to the magnetar's monitor, "—it'll counteract that one!" He directed his finger to the magnetar itself.

"Wait, his body can't handle that!" Cisco soon realized.

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Then what's gonna happen?"

"He'll die," Harry replied in a grim tone. The others behind him quickly turned their attention to the time remnant, who in all but five seconds, disintegrated into nothing.

Zoom saw his magnetar device shutting down. "NO!"

Barry lunged on him and delivered several punches before Zoom got an upperhand from coursing rage. The two speedsters went up the walls, going back and forth striking for blood. Barry pushed through and struck Zoom down against a street water metal object. Without giving a chance for breath, Barry flipped Zoom over then ripped a part of Zoom's mask off. The anger was still raw enough to push him without giving his brain time to catch up.

Zoom chortled darkly as Barry held off a vibrating hand in the air. "You're a hero, Barry. You couldn't kill me before. You won't kill me now."

Barry held his breath when he heard a familiar screeching in the air. A time portal had opened up to release two Time Wraiths. "I don't have to," Barry smirked and stepped off Zoom.

The Time Wraiths came straight for Zoom and the moment their clawed hands touched him, he began to scream. His skin morphed into a mummified figure. He was picked up like a ragdoll and carried right into the speed force, leaving a terrified group behind.

But Barry would watch on with a form of satisfaction that, at the same time, wasn't as fulfilling as he thought it would be.

~ 0 ~

Datura had gone after Shivhan, giving Caitlin only a brief moment to catch her breath. It was, though, the brief moment Datura should've kept guard over Caitlin and Belén.

"It's over Caitlin," Datura spat as she hopped down the stage towards Caitlin. Before she took two steps, Belén started throwing matter of chloroplasts at her. The first one smacked Datura's back and threw the woman into the first row of seats. Belén threw two more to Datura's wrists.

Datura's wrists crackled with electricity as she broke through the makeshift binds. As she was turning around, Belén fired a series of thorns her way. Rose thorns. Datura managed to conjure up a vine shield but not after getting a series of stabs on her arms first.

"How could a metahuman who comes from Mother Nature be this toxic against her own sisters?" A female voice had spoken through Belén's lips and if Datura had been part of the Green, she would've known that it was Rose Red.

Datura's face was scrunched up in utter confusion, as was Caitlin's from her spot. "What?" Datura only lowered her shield for a second before Belén struck the thickest tendril of vine she ever had — and Caitlin would know considering she and the others monitored Belén's abilities. Datura's body was swept up in it and the more she writhed against it, the more she could feel bark splintering through her suit.

"That's Swamp Thing," Caitlin heard Shivhan say from her spot. Shivhan was only now pulling herself up from the pieces of the prop table she landed on. She seemed to be almost laughing. "Belén pulled out the big guns — Datura, meet your brothers and sisters. Belén's channeling them because none of them like you. None of them want you terrorizing people with our botanical powers; powers meant to be used for peace."

"Bring...it...on!" Datura's eyes flashed a wicked brown. The ground underneath them rumbled as if an earthquake was striking but instead of that, chunks of the ground began rising. She was controlling the pieces and managed to throw one directly behind Belén. As soon as the cement struck her, Belén was forced to let go of her doppelganger as she landed hard on the ground. "I don't care how many of you there are, I don't need you. Poison Ivy told me that. I have never needed the Green—" she spat the name with disdain, "—to help me."

"Such a shame that Poison Ivy did to you what she does best. She poisoned you," Belén had looked up at her, her voice her own this time. "Because I talked to the Green, you know? You actually had a chance but you let yourself get poisoned. You let somebody tell you who you were supposed to be and that's not even Poison Ivy's fault. It's yours. Because you're weak and you always have been. That's why you let yourself get carried into the darkness." A new type of fury crossed Datura's face as Belén went on. "It was always there. You left your husband because you were scared of who you were becoming and that was your first mistake. You were too weak to admit that you needed help. I'm not the runt of our doppelgangers, you are. I'm sure that my doppelgangers have had the courage to speak up when they needed help. Me? I rise up to the challenge. You? You run away from them."

Datura's body actually shook with anger. "You're going to regret that — even when this all goes to hell, I'm still going to take satisfaction knowing that I killed you." She struck a hand forwards and shot a streak of acid that burned Belén's right arm. With her scream, Datura took her chance to strike again with a fire of red energy bolts. Shivhan rushed forwards when Belén fell against the stage. "Back off Orchid!" Datura punched a fist into the air and with it rose another part of the stage ground to force Shivhan back. She then grabbed a piece of the broken stage ground and twirled it between her fingers. She didn't hesitate to plunge it into Belén's chest, just above her heart actually. Belén screamed against and struggled to yank the piece out.

"There we go," Datura bent down in front of Belén. "The start of the end."

Belén stopped struggling with the embedded piece and focused on ending that smug face once and for all. "You're...actually right." Belén revealed Caitlin's device and stabbed one end on her palm then smacked it over Datura's shoulder to embed the other end.

The device whirred to life instantaneously. A golden stream of colors was extracted from Datura while a green glow came from Belén. The two doppelgangers felt the immediate pain followed through. Datura, however, seemed to be taken a worse hit. Her eyes began to flash from gold to scarlet red to frosty blue and so on. Electricity began to spark from her body and into the device. Belén felt the wasps of electricity and hissed louder and louder until it became a true scream, coupled with the pain she already had from her wound.

Caitlin rushed towards them but there was an explosion that made her fall back. A bit of smoke emerged from the doppelgangers as far as Caitlin could see. She waved her hand in the air and coughed as the smoke drifted towards her.

"Belén? Belén! Are you okay?" she called out and used the chairs beside her to get up. Without thinking, she shot the meta dampener neckbrace at Datura who was out cold.

Datura was outcold but Belén was coughing from her spot. "Someone...get this off me." She waved her burned palm over the wooden piece in her chest.

~ 0 ~

When all was said and done, the cortex became a much lighter, happier way. Even though Belén sported a wicked wound, she felt much better knowing that Datura resided in the pipeline along with the rest of her Earth 2 meta-comrades. Now she just had to understand exactly what Barry had done to defeat Zoom.

"Okay, so you ran back in time and made a copy of yourself?"

"Well, uh, basically…" Barry gave a small nod. He already had to explain that to Wally but since Belén was coming off some meds, he didn't mind explaining it all over again. "It's not something that I can do every day, but I needed a way to draw the Time Wraiths out of the Speed Force, hoping they'd be more upset at what Zoom had done than they'd be with me.

Wally was still comically staring at him.

Joe motioned Iris to come over to his side. He was struggling not to laugh. "Is that what I look like when they start talking about science?"

"Pretty much," she confirmed.

Joe laughed. "Don't worry, Wally. It'll get easier to understand."

"Don't lie to the boy, Joe," Belén shook her head from her chair. "I've been dating that—"she jerked a thumb at Barry, "—for almost two years now and half the time I still don't get what he's talking about."

Barry playfully rolled his eyes at her. "It's actually not that complicated, Bells. I just ran back in time moments before I left. It's the only way I can be in two places at once."

"Yeah after about an hour of scientific explanations," Belén took her shot and crossed her arms, only to feel the fresh jab of her chest wound. She quickly dropped her arms to her sides.

"Okay, so the time remnant, it's still you?" Wally once again made a question.

"Yeah," Barry nodded.

"But...he died," Nina didn't want to remember in what way the time remnant had died. "He...he willingly died."

"Uh...he was willing to sacrifice himself for all of us."

"Respect," Shivhan said nodded.

"Brave," Belén reached for one of Barry's hands. "But I am so glad that in the end you're okay, that we're all okay."

"Some of us better though." Barry absolutely hated what Datura had nearly done to Belén. He already had the argument that he should've been there but Belén easily shut him down. It just didn't mean that he had gotten over it yet.

Harry's and Cisco's argument from the sideroom started carrying over. The two were trying to get the metal mask off Zoom's third prisoner but were having a challenging time.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked once the group heard a locking noise from said mask.

"One, two…" Cisco counted.

They lifted the mask off the prisoner and were stunned to find the results.

"Ugh. I don't know what's more annoying, being in that thing or listening to you two arguing about it," the prisoner retorted with a raspy, unused voice. Neither Harry nor Cisco responded and so the prisoner got up from the chair to meet the others.

Harry's and Cisco's faces matched theirs too. Even Belén had risen from her chair in shock.

No one took it worse than Barry. "Um... you're…"

"I'm Jay Garrick, the real Jay Garrick," the prisoner introduced himself. Underneath the dirty, bearded exterior, the doppelganger of Henry Allen was quite distinctive. "What?"

Barry's mouth opened several times before he could say a few words. "I'm sorry. I... I'm sorry." He rushed out of there without looking back once. There was a dense feeling left in the room, and in an attempt to lighten it Belén suggested they help Jay get cleaned up.

"I'm just gonna...go get my medicine," she promptly excused herself to go find her missing boyfriend. It didn't take that much searching to find him in the corridor.

"He looks just like him. He looks just like my dad!" Barry was practically bawling. "I can't believe this. My dad told me. He told me this. He said his mom's maiden name was Garrick. I just never thought that that meant…"

"You couldn't have known," Belén grabbed him by the shoulders, ignoring the jab of her wound again.

"I never thought it meant…"

"Barry, he doesn't know that. He doesn't know that he's your dad's doppelganger, okay? If you want me to tell him that you had to leave I'll do it," Belén promised. "The others will back me up on it."

Barry shook his head, deciding he had to face him. "I just...I just need a minute." That was a lie, he needed much more time.

Belén cleared some of his tears from his face. "It's okay. We're here for you," she reminded and hugged him.

Her wound needed to shut up because she was not letting go of him anytime soon.

~ 0 ~

It turned out Zoom had taken Jay's real suit to fit the persona he was modeling. Jay had been cleaned and shaved, now looking identical to his Earth 1 doppelganger.

Cisco stopped beside him to show him the mechanics of Zoom's metal mask. "So the reason you didn't have your powers is because there was a dampener in the mask. You see?"

Jay took the mask and eyed it with disdain. "I don't want to see this thing ever again."

Cisco's eyes widened as Jay destroyed the mask with a vibrating hand. "So your powers are back."

"So Hunter stole your color scheme too, huh?" Nina questioned. "Was he at all original?"

Jay shrugged. "He took a lot of things that were mine, except for that," he nodded to the familiar helmet with wings. "That's, um...that's all him."

"He said it was his father's from the war," Caitlin explained, her words laced with bitterness.

"Ironically, on my... on our Earth...this helmet stood for hope," Harry shook his head.

Jay took the helmet into his hands and turned it over. "Yeah? Yeah. Well, maybe I can continue that sentiment, take something from him for a change, make it my own."

"It suits you," Iris smiled lightly at him.

"Thank you, all of you, for saving me from Zoom, especially you, Flash."

Hearing his name, Barry stiffened. He gave a firm nod and even managed to say something in one go. "You're welcome, Flash."

Jay out the helmet on and gave it a sturdy turn. "Now all I have to do is find my way home."

"And where's that, exactly?" Veronica asked.

"I think you would call it Earth-3."

Cisco made a playful, serious face. "Uh-huh. Well, I can get you to Earth-2?" He would need a lot of practice before he could go to any other Eart.

Harry shook his head at Cisco's antics. "My daughter and I can help you with the rest."

Jesse perked up at her father. She had been so sure he would decide to stay on Earth 1. "We can?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, we can. We're going home."

~ 0 ~

Cisco had gotten ready to breach the travelers in the breech room. Now all they were waiting for were the actual travelers.

Harry was the first to show. He had a backpack strapped and his cap that he had when he first arrived. "Okay. Snow?" he stopped by the brunette. "You're a tremendous scientist, but... you're an even better person."

It wad impossible for Caitlin not to get emotional. She gave him a big hug. "Don't make me cry, Harry. I've done enough of that already."

"Belén?" he moved onto the next. "You are nothing like your doppelganger. You never could be."

Belén gently patted her hand over her chest - the non-wounded side - and smiled. "That is the best compliment you have ever given me, Harry." She ended up smiling, borderlining a laugh, as she hugged him.

Harry took it then moved to Joe. "Detective Joe West…you have great kids. You take care of them."

Joe shook hands with him and even hugged too. "Same to you. You take care of that beautiful girl."

"Yes, sir," Harry saluted and switched to Veronica.

"Sorry I shot you," the woman easily said.

"Forgiven," Harry assured and the two shared a smile.

"If you find my doppelganger can you make sure she doesn't turn out evil?" Nina asked. "I feel like I'm the only one with a chance."

"Yeah, because I'm already dead in that world," went Shivhan.

"If it helps, you were one of the good metahumans," Harry said. Shivhan smiled lightly. It kind of did. "Hey," Harry finally stopped with Barry. "I'm a better man than I was when I got here, and that's 'cause of you."

Barry genuinely smiled. This Wells had been nothing like the first he'd met. It was definitely life changing. "I'm not the same either."

Cisco moved over when they finished hugging. He spoke in a dead serious voice, though they weren't exactly what he'd been meaning to say. "Hey, don't be surprised if I project myself over to Earth-2 every once in a while, you know, just to throw your stuff across the office."

Harry still understood the translation. "I'll miss you too, Cisco."

Wally discreetly moved closer to Jesse with Iris at his side for cover. "So I guess I can't text you from another Earth, huh?"

Jesse meekly shrugged. "I guess not."

"That's too bad…"

"Thank you guys, seriously, for saving our home," Jesse told the group as a whole.

Jay had the two come closer so that he could hold onto them when it came time to run into the breech. "Ready?" he asked them.

"Yeah," answered both father and daughter.

Cisco took that as his cue and opened up the breech connected to Earth 2's STAR Labs.

In a second the trio were gone.

~ 0 ~

With their winnings collected, a proper celebration was a must. The West residence turned into the host for such celebration. Iris came with a bottle of wine and some glasses. She passed down the glasses to Nina and Shivhan who then handed them to Belén and Caitlin.

"I say some toasting is in order," Iris began pouring wine into each glasses with hers being the last.

"You should see the way your Dad is looking at you right now," Nina barely hid her laugh as Iris sent her father a clean smile. Joe shook his head, smiling nonetheless, and returned to his conversation with Veronica.

"Celebration," Iris argued with her own laugh.

"You have no idea how good it feels not to have your doppelganger breathing over your shoulder," Belén pretended to shiver. "I really am Damon Salvatore in that I never want to hear the word 'doppelganger' ever again."

"Seriously," Shivhan said. She cleared her throat suddenly, her face losing the playfulness of the conversation. "Um, before we get deeper into the night and possibly drunk, I need to tell you something..." She had spoken loud enough to attract the attention of the others and it was exactly what she was intending on.

"What is it?" asked Belén who glanced at the others in case they already knew what Shivhan was going to say. It didn't appear that way.

"Belén when you first found me I wasn't doing so great. I was a bartender moonlighting as a vigilante but I wasn't a good one."

"Don't say that. You were trying to protect people..."

"Yeah but I wasn't good," Shivhan clarified. "Cisco knows this..." Even though the man in question didn't know exactly where Shivhan was going with her announcement, he stepped forwards in support. "I dropped out of college because of my powers. I had a life before all this started. I was an art major and I was top of my class. I left everything because I needed to work on controlling my powers and when I finally did...I was too scared to go back." She gripped her glass like her life depended on it. "After everything that's happened, I think it's time to face my own past. If I faced Datura and God knows the other metas we've come across...this should be a lot easier."

"Where are you going to go?" asked Belén.

"For starters I'm moving back in with my parents. I really miss them," she admitted with shiny eyes. "Seeing you guys with your own families made me realize that I've been missing out on a lot with my own parents."

"Shivhan, you know you're part of this family," Cisco said and earned a small, soft smile in return.

"Yeah," she chuckled. "And I want to be. I'm going to go back to school and finish what I started there. Maybe even call Melody."

"Shivhan you do what you need to do," Belén said. "And if you want to come back, you know where to find us." Shivhan nodded. "Thank you so much for helping me. Without you, I would have never been able to defeat Datura."

"I think you would have," Shivhan said. "You are the best of us. The Green knows it and so do we." She move over to hug Belén tightly. Promises were made to keep in touch and visit every so often.

By the time Shivhan went around giving the rest of her goodbyes, Belén had realized there was one more person still left on that list. But, he had left the living room without being noticed.

When Belén walked out to the front porch, Barry was already in deep thought, leaning against the porch pillar.

"I can't stop thinking about my dad's doppelganger," he admitted. "Seeing him, knowing that he's out there, that should've made it easier. It doesn't. It just made me miss him even more."

"Doppelgangers don't make anything easy," she said apologetically.

He turned around to her, revealing a very distressed expression. He was frustrated. "We just won. We just beat Zoom. Why does it feel like I just lost?"

"Because you had a major loss along the way," Belén didn't feel like he needed a reminder but...perhaps to put things in perspective for him. "And it's okay if you feel like that. Please don't think you're in the wrong and that you should be completely happy right now." She wrapped her arms around him and chuckled when he swayed her a bit, turning so that her back was against the porch pillar. She leaned up and kissed him for a minute. "You know, my Mom mentioned that it's time for Axel to come home from Italy. Why don't we go pick him up?" Barry blinked at the suggestion. "My family in Italy would love you. I know my Nonno would for sure. It could give you some time away from this place. I'm sure Cisco and Nina can hold the fort here."

Barry truly considered that idea, for her, but he ultimately decided that he couldn't do that to her. She offered him a chance of distraction, but something inside him told him that he couldn't lie to himself. He had been thinking that he wasn't someone good for her and he wasn't going to lie and say that he hadn't thought of a possible solution. He knew what he wanted to do. "Bells...I can't. I...I feel so hollowed out inside right now. I feel more broken than I've ever felt in my life. If I'm ever gonna be worth anything to you, I need to fix what's wrong with me. I need to find some...some peace."

Belén saw clear guilt in his eyes, like he was doing something wrong. She cupped his face and made him listen. "You have helped me in so many ways that I don't think I could ever repay you in this lifetime. If you need space - on your own - then take it. I am not going anywhere."

She kissed him again but he took it with a different meaning, an unknown meaning to her. He kissed her hard and held her as tight as he could without hurting her chest wound. The next time he saw her, things would be different...if he saw her again.

"Bells, do you remember when you asked me if I believed we would find each other in whatever world we were in?"

Belén didn't find the relevancy in the question but nonetheless answered. "Yes." He had asked her that when he had the opportunity to change the time lines and because he was afraid of losing her, he had asked her that same question. "Of course I do."

Barry held onto her hands tightly, his gaze somewhat shifty. "Do you still believe that?"

Belén nodded again. "We've seen it," she smiled. "Our Earth, Earth 2, Earth 31. I get the feeling that we would find each other in any world. You and me, and throw in an adoptive alien daughter in some of those worlds too."

Barry matched her smile and moved one hand to stroke her face. "Thank you. I love you, Belén."

"I love you too," she said. She took his hand from her face and kissed it. "You know where to find me," she smiled and kissed his cheek before heading back inside. Though as she walked away from him, she got the feeling that she missed something. Her mind drifted back to the moment where she had felt the same thing earlier. The scary feeling came back to her and even more so when she thought of Datura's words.

"None of it matters, idiot!" Datura snapped and sat up, flashing a smirk. "In the end, Barry's going to screw it up. The none rule breaker will break the ultimate rule."

"Why bother sticking me with that cure when it's not going to matter in the end?"

She had no psychic powers like Datura did but she did have a gut feeling. What if Datura hadn't been saying nonsense?

Belén came to a stop in front of the door and looked over her shoulder. She could feel Barry looking at her and for some reason she couldn't bring herself to face him. "Datura knew something about you," she whispered. "Something that you were going to do."

Barry's heart ached. "Yeah?"

Belén nodded. "She said it didn't matter what I did because you were going to do something that would screw it up. What are you going to do, Barry?"

Barry swallowed hard. "I just want the pain to end."

"That space...exactly how far is it?"

Barry's courage to tell her the truth was fleeting. He would never have the courage to tell her face to face. "I hope it's the best for both of us."

Belén felt the gust of his wind trail and when she turned around, she only saw a glimpse of his lightning streak at the end of the street. He was going too fast. Barry pushed away any guilt, telling himself it was worth it. Everything would be fine. It would be. It would be. It had to be.

Time was about to be rewritten.

Author's Note:

To be continued in...Make You Stay. 

Some fun facts for this story:

1. In the dream world from chapter 12, Belén gives a list of girl names (Ruth, Alya, Ximena, Valerie, Aileen, and Everly) for her and Barry's unborn daughter and one of those names is actually the real name I have given their future daughter. Bet you guys can't guess which one it is ;)

2. Shivhan was originally meant to be a one-off character but I liked her so much that I made her a recurring character. Maybe we'll see her around for story #3, who knows!

3. Before re-editing the story, the Green never made an appearance. I literally learned about it as I was editing, along with Black Orchid and Red Rose (though she is from Marvel but shhhh)

4. I originally considered leaving Belén and Barry broken up to then add the Barry/Patty arc and, you know, angst but I decided not to go down that road. I thought they both suffered enough in season 1.

5. I want to say I added about 4 extra original chapters after re-editing which is why it took me a longer time to update this story.

[lost-in-the-80s]

The Wedding

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x fem!reader

Words: 2.321k

Summary: Your brother's wedding has arrived, without having a boyfriend, you invite Izzy, your best friend, to be your date. (smut)

A/N: When I started listening to gnr, it didn’t take much time before Izzy got a place in my heart, so this is for his birthday

Song rec for the fic: Woman by John Lennon

Sitting on an airplane for over an hour now, Izzy observed your asleep figure beside him, your head laying on his shoulder, like you had done so many times before, unaware of the warmth it caused on the brunette’s heart.

He questioned himself for a thousandth time that week. Why in the hell did I agree with this?

The idea didn’t sound like a big deal at first, accompanying you to your brother’s wedding wouldn’t cause any harm. But as the days started to go by, his mind traced every aspect of a wedding, the music, the romantic atmosphere, the dancing, and he soon started to regret having said yes so easily.

The truth is that Izzy has always loved you, ever since the day the two of you met. It all happened so naturally that he didn’t notice he was in love until you went on a date with another guy.

At first, he loved your voice, he’d call you just to hear you talking for hours about the most random things. Then it was your eyes, he found himself entranced by their color, the way they rolled when you got annoyed, and how they seemed to invade his deepest thoughts and memories every time you looked at his eyes.

The last thing was your attitude, your bluntness and forward behavior shocking him sometimes, and being his main entertainment in others. He found a true interest in watching you, it didn’t matter what you were doing, you would always be in his sight.

And even though years passed, that feeling seemed to just grow more and more, and every time he saw you going out with another guy, his heart broke into smaller and smaller pieces.

Little did he know the reason behind your maneater habits.

The truth is that, just like him, you had fallen for him since day one, you loved his nonchalant attitude and his style, the shape of his hands and fingers, and how dry his voice was after his third cigarette.

Just like him, you would secretly observe him, the two of you being too good on your game to ever get caught by each other.

But you didn’t want to risk your friendship over admitting your feelings, especially when you didn’t know if Izzy felt the same way. So you went on multiple dates, meeting guys with the most different appearances and personalities, all in hopes that one day, you’d meet someone capable of making you stop thinking about the guy from Indiana. That, obviously, never happened.

A little turbulence on the plane woke you up, you immediately looked up, meeting his brownish eyes.

“It’s just turbulence. Go back to sleep.”

You nodded slowly, before laying your head on his shoulder again, inhaling his scent of cigarettes and cologne and immediately feeling your body calm down.

---

You looked at yourself in the mirror of the hotel room, rolling your eyes at Niki's choice of color and design for the bridesmaids' dresses.

A soft knock on the door caught your attention and there stood him, a black blazer matching his black jeans.

He looked you up and down.

"You're gonna steal the bride's attention like that."

"It's grey, the most boring color ever! I wouldn't steal her attention, even if I wanted to."

He chuckled softly.

Well, you stole my attention. He thought to himself.

Picking up your purse and gift you exited the room, locking your arm with his for support, as you got on the elevator and then walked towards the hotel's saloon.

---

During the entire ceremony, Izzy found his attention caught by you, the way you stood out amongst the other bridesmaids and how impatient you seemed to grow with how long the ceremony was taking.

Your grey dress looked like pure silver, reflecting the lights. You looked so beautiful that he wished he had brought a camera to take a picture of you.

Your eyes caught his for once, and you blinked in his direction, smiling when you saw his lips turn into a small smile.

After what felt like forever the ceremony ended and he found himself sitting at a table with “Y/N and boyfriend” written down on a card.

“I think someone gave them the wrong info.” He showed you the card when you plopped down on the chair beside him.

You rolled your eyes. “Classic coming from my family.”

You lifted the tablecloth, making him look down to see what was happening.

“These heels are killing me.” You complained, removing your silver sandals and quickly massaging your feet.

“I bet they are.” He took two champagne glasses from a waiter passing by.

He knew you weren’t used to heels. Being almost his height, you never felt the need to wear them that often.

“Thanks.” You took your glass towards your nude lips.

“How much did you pay for that gift?” He pointed towards the biggest package on a pile, knowing it was yours.

“300 bucks.”

His eyes widened for a second.

You didn’t wait for him to say anything, knowing exactly what was crossing his mind.

“He’s my only brother. I might not like Niki that much, but he’s happy with her, and I’m happy for that.”

“Fair enough.” He drank from his champagne again. "Those ice statutes are quite tempting for a man who wants to take a piss,"

He chuckled to himself, but soon realized that your attention was focused on the main door.

“See that girl over there?” You pointed at the door.

“What’s with her?”

“That’s Braeden,” the name made him realize she was your sister. “She’s the only woman taller than me here….”

He looked back at you, and so you lowered your voice, keeping eye contact with him.

“When the bouquet time comes, you’re gonna block her.” You gestured aggressively with your hands, making a smile start to form on his lips.

“Why?”

“There’s no way my younger sister is gonna get married before me.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t know you aspired to marriage Y/N.”

Your eyes softened with his sentence and a small pain formed in your heart. If only he knew what crossed your mind when you looked at him during the ceremony.

---

The night seemed to go by faster than he expected and soon he found himself at the drinks table, observing as you talked to some relatives of yours on the other side of the saloon.

You sensed his eyes and looked towards him, giving him a look that said “Help me.”

He chuckled softly, but before he could do anything a woman’s voice caught his attention.

“You must be Izzy.”

He looked to his side, seeing a woman that looked just like Joey, your brother.

“Yes, and you are….” He extended his hand for her to shake.

“I’m Martha, Y/N’s mother.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“I didn’t know the two of you were dating.”

He choked on his drink.

“We aren’t, we’re just friends.” He looked down for a second.

She nodded slowly, before locking her eyes on your side.

“I know my daughter very well,"

Her voice made him look back at her.

“She has had many boyfriends in her life, but I’ve never seen her look at them in the way she looks at you.”

He opened his mouth, but your presence made him stop.

“Hey, mom!” You smiled, kissing her cheek.

“Hello, darling.” She touched your hair, adjusting some locks. “I promised I'd dance this one with your father.”

You nodded in understanding as she smiled before walking away.

“So… wanna dance with me?” You nudged him from the side, before taking a sip from his drink.

“With this song?” He asked, taking notice that Woman by John Lennon was playing.

“Why not?” You shrugged.

“Okay.” He placed his now empty glass on the table before taking your hand and guiding you towards the other people there dancing.

One of his hands held you delicately by your waist as you slowly swung to the song. Your eyes locked on each other as the other people around you seemed to disappear.

Your mother’s words mixed with the lyrics hitting his head like bells as he finally noticed the glow that formed in your eyes as you looked at him, making his heart race faster than ever.

You just realized another song was playing when someone bumped into you, making a disco song hit your ears.

You both looked so distracted and for a second you thought you’d sit down for the rest of the night, not being able to feel his cold fingers brush on your skin through your dress.

But those thoughts washed away when he let go of your waist just to grab both of your hands and guide you throughout the song, just like he did for the rest of the night.

That was the happiest night you have had in your life, and when your hotel room number became noticeable at the end of the corridor, you wished you could turn back time and do it all again.

“Happy with your bouquet?”

“More than happy.” You giggled, smelling the flowers one more time.

It was comic the way Izzy put himself in front of your sister, pretending not to be aware of what was happening.

“Thanks for that.”

“If that makes you happy, I can do that at the next weddings too.”

Next weddings. The thought made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“So…” he started, stopping in front of your room as you opened the door.

“So…”

“Tonight was fun.”

“Yes, it really was!” You said looking down. “Thanks for coming with me, Iz.” You leaned towards him, kissing his cheek gently.

“Anytime.” He replied so lowly that you weren’t sure if he had actually said that.

You entered your room and closed the door, resting your forehead against it as you sighed.

Rushed knocks against the wood made you regain your posture and quickly open the door.

Izzy looked deep inside your eyes, his brown orbs saying everything his mouth wanted to.

Not a second after that and you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips colliding against his.

No kiss ever had felt like that. It was warm like fire and exciting, you felt your heart start racing faster and your mind went numb.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you as close as he could while entering your room and kicking the door shut behind him.

Soon you found yourself in your bed, your legs wrapped around his hips as your tongues fought for dominance, making small moans and grunts leave your mouths. One of his hands started traveling underneath your dress's fabric, exploring every inch of your legs, making you shiver with his cold fingers.

Your lips found his neck, kissing and biting at his flesh with desire, delighted by his irregular breathing and the small moans he tried to hold.

A certain hardness was pressed against your core among what seemed like a thousand layers of clothing. The sensation making you wet as you bit harsher on his neck, loving the smirk that formed on his lips.

He pushed himself off of you, standing up and ripping his shirt open, the sound of buttons hitting the floor filling the room.

“I need your help with the dress.”

You sat on the bed, your back facing him as he found the zipper, opening it quickly while he applied wet kisses on the extension of your back, biting your flesh just like you had done with him, making a small moan leave your lips.

“So beautiful.” He whispered against your ear, making another shiver possess your body.

You stripped off of the dress as you watched him undo his pants and remove his underwear with it.

He made his way back to the bed, his calloused fingers removed your blue lace panties slowly and delicately. One of his fingers traveled in between your folds, his eyes closing for a second when he noticed your wetness for him.

Izzy cupped your face with one of his hands, kissing you tenderly before asking.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

You felt the tip of his member entering you, making you close your eyes, focusing on the sensation it caused. You felt him slowly expanding your walls until it was all the way in, making a soft and small moan leave your lips.

Izzy looked at you for confirmation and after seeing you nod, he started moving.

In the beginning, it was slow and passionate, he made it the most intimate he could, touching every inch of your skin, whispering sweet nothings on your ear, as you traced his back and arms with the tip of your fingers, allowing your nails to softly touch his skin.

After some minutes, sweat started to form on both your bodies, your moans coming out in unison filled the room as you felt your walls start to clench around him.

That’s when he sped up his pace, the tip of his member now hitting your g-spot with no mercy, he massaged one of your breasts with his hand, while the other rested on the bed for support.

“Izzy,” His name left your lips in a loud moan and you saw a proud expression consume his features.

“I know, princess, I know.”

You closed your eyes and moaned again, feeling as you and he both came at the same time. A groan leaving his throat matching your whimpers as you felt a wave of pure pleasure wash over your body. Your legs started to shake and you scratched his back, while he bit harsh enough to leave a mark on your neck.

Both sweating and trying to gain your breath again, you laid in bed, your head resting on his chest as he softly caressed your body.

“Izzy?”

“Hum?”

“This is not a one-time thing, right?”

“No, Y/N, it is not.”

Thanks for reading <3

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[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

March 2021 Part 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. 

This is a LONG ONE, it’s been A WEEK everyone. 

Ongoing Series - Thai

Lovely Writer Ep 5 - a little slow this week, but at least Gene finally flirted back, and very cute flirting it was, too. Also we got Aey’s motivation, background, and love interest. Thank goodness for that. 

Brothers Ep 8 - still pants, what can I say? Clearly I am a BL masochist. Very embarrassing for everyone concerned. 

1000 Stars Ep 9 - the conflict over Tian’s father was REALLY well done. The plot of this drama is excellent, the leads are great together, and yes I totally cried. What, you didn’t? 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Word of Honor (China) Ep 16-18 - big battle fighty fighty stabby stabby. Ep 17 switches to “this drama isn’t big enough for two chaotic-neutral godlings!” So what do they do? Drink together and bicker... A LOT. Then in Ep 18 we all get the dubious joy of really freaky puppets. (I HATE puppets.) Also how is China letting this be so SO VERY VERY GAY?  Also, I wanna walk through the forest wearing a smanshy purple robe and waving a big fuck-off white fan around simply because I’m a pretentious fuss monger. And frankly, I feel like this is an achievable life goal for me. 

We Best Love 2 (Taiwan) Ep 4 - not gonna lie, this is looking to be one of my top 3 BLs of 2021. It’s SO GOOD. Big bonus to this ep for treating stalker behavior like the mental illness it is and not as some dumb representation of enduring love. 

The Most Peaceful Place is My Place (Vietnam) Ep 1 - finally dropped (find it under NƠI BÌNH YÊN NHẤT LÀ VỀ BÊN EM on O2′s channel). It’s got actors already comfortable with BL and looks pretty good so far. An angry tsundere uke reunited with his ex, a stoic chef, giving us lots of snap, crackle, and pop out the gate. 

Dear Uranus (Taiwan GL) Ep 2 - I want to love it, but it is just moving too fast. There’s not enough character dev and then they’re throwing flashbacks in? It feels like a treatment rather than a show, and a rushed treatment at that. Bummer. 

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 2 (AKA Ep 3-4) - let the cheesy popcorn continue! Idiot remains an idiot; ingenue remains an ice queen; nice gay guy remains nice and gay; obsessive stalker brother is getting ever more whackadoddle. Of course these last two have the best chemistry. (It’s caregiver codependency and the salvation trope. We got us a Leo/Fiat situation going on.​) Plus lots of classic BL tropes because OF COURSE there are lots of tropes. 

Occasionally, I am tempted to argue that shows like H4 or Cherry Magic or Ossan’s Love aren’t technically BL because of the office setting and age of the protags - but then they all behave like high school students anyway, so *shrug* 

Stand Alones

Cute little Taiwanese micro BL Friend or Lover dropped, about bisexual realization within a friendship group. Normally these are too short for me, but this one did pretty good with its 15 minutes of charm, plus it’s abad boy + shy softy pairing. 

Breaking News - Thai BL

Fish Upon the Sky released its actual trailer. The upside-down kiss is gone, which makes everyone sad, and it seems far less rivals to lovers than the first iteration, which makes ME sad. But it still looks good and a more classic BL than GMMTV has given us in a while. New trailer focused more on the makeover trope and they’ve upped Mix’s role (the object of everyone’s affection) now that he’s proved himself. (Or they are using him more to carry the trailer since he has a fan base form 1k*). Starts April 9 on GMMTV in 1K*’s time slot, probably with a 10 ep run. 

2gether the movie is apparently coming April 22 to Thai theaters. F4 Thailand must be having issues or GMMTV just wants to milk the BrightWin cash cow. It’s rumored to be a combination of 2gehter + Still 2gether with some extra scenes and ending. Also, one assumes a lot will be cut out, if it’s movie length.

Call It What You Want released its updated trailer. If anything, it looks more scary than before. What are we in for? April 9th. 

Nitiman got a release date, May 7 on One31. 

I Told Sunset About You 2 got an updated release date of May 27 on LineTV. 

Second Chance the series is coming to LineTV on March 29. I don’t know much about this one. Tons of familiar faces (mostly TharnType side dishes) and some nice looking new talent but a dearth of eng subs. I think it may take on Brothers’ time slot. Line did eng subs for Brothers so maybe they will do 2nd Chance too? 

Close Friend the series is coming April 22. This is a combination of 6 couples with 6 story arcs as music videos (maybe)? It’s an epic fan service with familiar faces like OhmFluke (UWMA), MaxNat (LBC also in Y-Destiny), YoonLay (YYY also in Y-Destiny), KimCop (GenY), and JaFirst (TT2).

Y-Destiny starts March 30, and has starting dropping couple’s trailers. I’m still suspicious given the director but it seems like there is plot (or plots) and a theme. Looks to be a series of 7 single ep vignettes (amended, see comments, might be 2 eps each for 14 eps total), different couple each time, some with supernatural elements, all with decent chemistry and acting chops. 

Sun MaxNat’s tutor/student arc

Mon jaded rich kid meets poor innocent  

Tues sports romance enemies to lovers 

Weds the messy realistic actual dating one 

Thurs hot ghost boyfriend (sad) 

Fri YoonLayPerth coping with loss and finding new love (sad). This one will all rest on Lay's acting so we know it’s in safe hands. Our boy is going to KILL it. 

Sat time-slip memory loss reunion romance 

I’m thinking we can’t expect any of these to end happy or be classic BL. They’re gonna be more slice of life-ish. 

Gossip - BL Outside of Thailand 

Scholar Ryu’s Wedding Ceremony AKA Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korean historical BL) got a legit teaser (eng sub here). @curriculumvtae​ reports that it’s releasing April 15th on WeTV (Philippines & Thailand) and Idol Romance (South Korea), while Will of Thai Bl says it’ll be on Viki too. It’s a short run of 8 ep built on a fake relationship trope (arranged marriage variant):

Ryu Ho Seon’s (Kang In Soo from You Wish) arranged marriage turns out to be with his expected bride’s brother, Choi Ki Wan (Lee Se Jin from Mr Heart). Ryu tries to undo the marriage, but his ill mother opposes this saying the scandal would be too much. Meanwhile, Kim Tae Hyeong (Jang Eui Soo from Where Your Eyes Linger), a senior at Ryu’s school, comes to congratulate him and falls in love with Choi. Then one day, the original bride disappears.

Okay it seems a bit twisty turny for ONLY 8 EPS, but oh my goodness how excited are we? Our first intentional historical BL out of Korea!

We already knew Hong Kong was doing a remake of Japan’s Ossan’s Love under the same name (not my favorite Japanese BL but so very popular) but it’s now reported to be coming to Viu in June. Who knows how the CFA will take it. Depends on whether Hong Kong bows before the NO GAY KISSES regs or if they are going to use this as a political nose thumb... things could get cray with this puppy (the original has several kisses and s shower scene). Are we back in Addicted territory only with added comedy and civil unrest?

Speaking of Japan, Absolute BL (AKA Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko) dropped sooner than anyone thought, March 27. But being Japanese who knows how/when/if we get subs. Protag finds himself trapped in a world of BL, but being straight he fights against any hot guy that draws near, but the whole world (literally) is conspiring against him. It’s a parody adapted from a yoai.

What with Absolute BL from Japan plus Lovely Writer and Call it What You Want from Thailand, is 2021 the year of BL being ultra self referential? Sure feels like it.

In Case You Missed It

Faded a gay micro film from Taiwan from 2017 deals with parental acceptance and serves up a ton of BL tropes (piggyback, forehead kiss, etc). I’m pretty sure this was a propaganda piece for legalization of gay marriage, and it’s an interesting nugget of BL history as a result. Yes, it ends happy. It’s cute. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed a day later than actual air date for accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

Man there’s a lot going on right now! Spring has sprung... I suppose. 

P.S. I cannot believe I missed Absolute BL as a blog name. Numbnuts = me. 

[calaofnoldor]

Driving My Baby

Characters: Dean x Reader (gender neutral)

Words: 2,183 (i can’t drabble)

Summary: Dean doesn’t know about your mad skills behind the wheel, but it turns out there’s nothing hotter than seeing his baby driving his Baby.

Warnings: implied smut, language, fluff, dean’s bow legs, references to the fast and furious franchise

A/N: was originally gonna post a slightly angsty 2-part dean fic next, but decided against it in light off recent events lol. there’s really no plot or substance here, just some light floof. (and yes, the title is a reference to the song ‘you’re having my baby’)

MASTERLIST

The roar of Baby’s engine rumbled to a halt as Dean glanced over at you, “Alright, so you gonna sit tight while I go scope this place out?”

You sent him a close-lipped smile, trying your best to repress the excitement bubbling within you. “Mhm!” you concurred with a bouncy nod, pausing to sneak a quick peek at his shapely behind when he stepped out of the car, “I’ll try and see if I can get a hold of that morgue guy again.”

Walking over to the passenger side, Dean bent down to kiss you through the open window. “Mmkay, I’ll be back soon,” he mumbled against your lips, before turning to commence his search for the potential vamp hideout you suspected was in the vicinity.

“Oh wait! Dean!” you called out, stopping him in his tracks.

“Yeah?”

“The keys?”

Dean looked down at his pocket where the Impala’s keys were safely nestled and then back up at you with raised brows.

“You’re not gonna leave me in here like a dog, are you?” There was a subtle hint of amusement in your voice, but also a challenging edge, as well as a slight pout which you added for good measure. You knew he could never really say ‘no’ to you.

And as expected, Dean returned to deposit the keys into your waiting hands. You gave him a wide smile in return, “Thank you! Love you!”

Your boyfriend narrowed his glimmering green eyes at you, imparting one last suspicious glimpse in your direction as he grumbled somewhat warily, “Love you too,” and then finally sauntered off for good.

Biting your lip, you watched with bated breath as his figure grew smaller in the rear-view mirror. Normally, you would have enjoyed the exquisite vision of what you often dubbed his ‘sexy ass bow-legged swagger’, but this time, it was when Dean was no longer in sight that a devilish grin broke out across your face.

But really, who could blame you? You’d been a car enthusiast all your life, and classic cars were your weakness. “It’s just you and me now, Baby.” Your fingers glided along the dashboard.

With Sam on the bench due to a broken ankle (courtesy of the werewolf from your last hunt), you and Dean had driven out to Piedmont to take care of this vampire case on your own. So now after two years with the Winchesters, you finally had a chance to explore the front seat of Dean’s Baby, his pride and joy, the glorious, refurbished 1967 Chevy Impala.

When you’d joined forces with the brothers, it was readily agreed upon that you would be better off riding together in the sleek American muscle car, so you ditched your stolen, rusty 2003 Honda Accord and never looked back. Since there was a giant moose to accommodate, you were naturally relegated to the back seat, and rightfully so, but boy, did you miss the thrill of being in the driver’s seat.

You were always a bit of a demon behind the wheel, and it’d been ages since you’d gotten the chance to flex your driving skills. Back when you and Dean first got together, he promised you joyrides (and other recreational activities) in Baby, but the hunting life never seemed to let you get it on.

Sliding across the bench seat, your lungs released a contented sigh as you wrapped your hands around the leather-bound steering wheel. Dean’s bowlegs, however sexy, were not the same length as yours, so you pulled the lever beneath the seat to adjust its position to your liking. Perfect.

You took your time getting to know the ins and outs at the helm of the Impala, though it seemed like none at all had passed when you suddenly heard Dean’s deep voice cry out.

“Y/N!” Your eyes shot up to the rear-view mirror to find an image of the older Winchester running towards the car. “We gotta go!”

Well that’s strange, you thought. Dean never ran – not unless someone, or more often something, was chasing him… Oh shit. Had he somehow woken the vampires? But the sun was still thriving; how much could they retaliate out in the open at this point during the day?

“We gotta get outta here! Now!”

Dean’s voice was much closer now and if you’d learned anything from your experiences hunting with the Winchesters, it was to never doubt your boyfriend’s commands. He was a seasoned pro and possessed instincts like you’d never seen. It’s a good thing you’ve also got some of your own.

Plunging Baby’s key into the ignition, you started the car without hesitation, allowing yourself only a second to relish in the thunderous purr of the engine below you and the incomparable feeling of glee that always sprouted in your chest whenever you were sat at the wheel of a powerful, capable vehicle. Indeed, the adrenaline was already rearing.

As Dean approached the car, you quickly reached over to open the passenger side door for him. “Get in the car!”

“You- Wha-“ Dean stumbled for a split second, so accustomed to taking the driver’s seat. “Y/N, they’re awake and they’ve got bikes – a bunch of Harleys!” he continued to explain, as if that would get you to move out of his designated spot.

“OK, so hurry up!” you yelled again.

Seeing no better option, Dean hastily climbed into the car. Just as he got in, your ears picked up the unmistakable resounding growl of revving motorcycle engines. From the sound of it, they couldn’t be too far off. So when Dean slammed the door shut, your foot came down fast and heavy against Baby’s gas pedal, propelling you forward with an aggressive lurch before you whizzed off, burning rubber and leaving nothing but flying leaves and dust in your wake.

“Jesus!” Dean bellowed; his eyes had grown to about twice their usual size.

You paid him no attention though, too busy reveling in the delightful buzz that vibrated through your body starting from your fingers and toes, where you could feel every unit of Baby’s intoxicating horsepower, and travelling up your limbs until the exhilaration settled deep within your very core.

Stealing a glance at the rear-view mirror, you caught sight of the monster-driven motorcade advancing considerably, so you decided to take the next available turn as an attempt to throw them off. Things were getting truly exciting now.

“Vamps on bikes? Really?! And covered in leather?” you huffed mirthfully with a shake of your head.

But it was Dean’s turn to ignore you. He was clutching at his door tightly, as if afraid your driving might somehow hurl him out of it. In fact, when you took the first corner without warning, Dean just about fell over.

“Woah! Slow down, Toretto!” he shouted in alarm, looking over at you as if you’d grown a second head.

Seeing you’d managed to surprise the vampires with your unexpected maneuver however, a loaded smirk was your only reply.

It took you about twenty minutes to get the vamps off your tail, during which time Dean managed to recover from his initial shock and began instead to absorb your radiant form. The look of exuberance on your face and the utter determination in your bright eyes, mixed with the mischievous tug of your lips, and combined with the all-around liberated and euphoric aura that surrounded you was sexy as hell, not to mention your sheer competence. All of it astounded him and caused his blood to flow to places he could not have foreseen.

You seemed to be completely at one with his esteemed Baby, handling her with perfect control and aptitude, and all the while enjoying yourself so very much. It was something Dean never knew you were capable of, but more so, it was something he never knew he needed.

Dean had always loved how much you loved and appreciated his car, but this made him feel like he was seeing you in a new light; it made him feel like he was falling for you all over again. That devilish glint in your normally kind and virtuous eyes, your ever jubilant and fervent love for life after enduring so much pain and grief, the way you never ceased to amaze and surprise him – it was all gloriously heady and irresistibly addictive. His teeth couldn’t help but pull at his lower lip, emerald eyes glazing over with lust and adoration as he stared over at you in the driver’s seat.

So when you ultimately pulled into an empty clearing, not wanting to lead the vamps straight back to your motel room, Dean was at a loss for words.

“So, a bloodsucking motorcycle gang, huh? Can’t say I’ve seen that before,” you speculated in a cheery, nonchalant tone, feeling perfectly satisfied after your little stunt driving escapade.

Dean, on the other hand, appeared not unlike a fish out of water with his furrowed brows and pouty lips which appeared undecided as to whether they should remain open or closed.

“That was… I just- You-… I don’t even know…” he ran his hands through his hair, pulling the short strands forward roughly, “What just happened?”

You sent him a small, innocent shrug, rather amused at his adorably stuttery response.

“You never told me you could drive like that.”

“You never asked,” you replied truthfully.

“Fuck, Y/N. That was… so… incredibly…”

What? Your curiosity was killing you. Dean’s opinion always mattered to you and at the moment, you could read a myriad of emotions upon his face. He looked stunned and confused, perhaps a bit frightened, but at the same time awed and impressed, and maybe even – were you reading that right? – slightly… aroused?

Dean lowered his voice to answer your unspoken question, “Hot,” he finished emphatically.

You heaved a breathy laugh, “Yeah?”

“Fuck yes! Baby, that was incredible. The way you handled Baby like a fucking pro, the little faces you made when you were living for the thrill of the chase. The skill, the speed, the Tokyo drifting, all of it. Goddamn, you are so sexy when you’re driving my Baby like that.”

“Well that’s a coincidence ‘cause I also happen to find you amazingly sexy when you’re behind this wheel,” you joked lightly, “In fact, I think seeing you drive this car might’ve been part of the reason I fell in love with you.”

“And I think I just fell in love with you all over again,” came Dean’s suave response.

You giggled a bit, but soon sobered when you saw his gorgeous eyes cloud over with wanton desire. One minute you were dwelling in the heavily charged sexual tension that seemed to consume the entire car, watching his gaze wander down to your lips while yours did the same, and in the next your mouths met ferociously as your bodies swooped forwards simultaneously, crashing together in the center of Baby’s front seat.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands finding their way around Dean’s ridiculously broad shoulders and up to his thick neck. When you were forced to come up for air, his lips began to work their way down to your collar bone. “Mmm, god Dean.”

“Seriously baby, that was such a turn on,” he rambled across your skin, “I didn’t even know driving could be so hot.”

Your laughter was really more just an exhalation of air. “Are we finally gonna do it? Are we gonna christen Baby now, thanks to your newfound kink?” you whispered salaciously, your brain already presenting obscene images of the two of you re-enacting something akin to the infamous Titanic scene.

Dean paused for a moment, allowing you to rip off his outer layers with relish before he brought his large hands up to cup your cheeks. “See I wouldn’t call it ‘newfound’,” he started, dazzling forest orbs boring into your soul, “Cause I’m pretty sure it only turns me on when it’s you behind the wheel, and I’ve always had a kink for you.”

You stare at him in disbelief, unable to keep the smile off your face, “You are such a smooth fucker sometimes, Dean Winchester.” And with that, your lips and bodies collided yet again. His strong hands held you impossibly close while yours ran joyously across his expansive chest before travelling down to find the zipper of his jeans.

“Ungh, wait a sec,” you pulled back a little with knitted brows, a playfully incredulous tone taking over your voice, “Did you call me Dominic Toretto earlier?”

“Well, yeah. You were driving like a madman!” Dean exclaimed candidly.

You smirked, “So does that make you Letty Ortiz?”

“Sweetheart, I will gladly be the Letty to your Dom anytime you want… I still can’t believe you just took me on a high-speed car chase, that was fucking awesome! Just wait ‘til Sam hears about this one!”

Laughing as you pulled him back in, you shut him up with your tongue as it invaded his mouth, pausing only to smile against his luscious lips, “Mmm, well maybe he doesn’t have to hear about this next part?”

A/N #2: thank you so much for reading, feedback always appreciated! oh and here’s a look at some new stuff at lexicolor.redbubble.com :)

[dailylogyn]

Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s Family in Myth and Marvel (Comparison)

Photo Source: https://www.deviantart.com/youkai-no-shimo/art/Colouring-LOKI-s-FAMILY-260392721

The family that is ready to begin Ragnarok in order to defend your honor. It’s a tragic tale, but family is something worth fighting for!

Follow me as we explore this crazy, wonderful family that is probably the most famous of the Myth’s. 

We may not know much about Sigyn’s side, but Loki’s side is one that legends are made of. 

From the Norse Myths, to Marvel Comics and the MCU, we will see the similarities and differences for each member in the different universes as well as learn facts about each one and why they are important. 

Laufey (or Nál) - Loki’s Mother 

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

She is Loki’s Mother in Mythology.

Mostly mentioned by the matronymic, “Loki Laufeyjarson” meaning: Loki Laufey’s Son.

Her name (Laufey) is typically thought to mean leaves/foilage. Nal means Needle. 

Not much is known about her. We don’t even know if she was a Goddess, human or giant so it is assumed Loki gets his godhood from her. 

In the poem Sörla þáttr, Nál and Laufey are portrayed as the same person: "She was both slender and weak, and for that reason she was called Nál [Needle]." 

Laufey is listed among Ásynjar (goddesses) in one of the þulur, an ancestry that perhaps led her son Loki to be "enumerated among the Æsir", as Snorri Sturluson puts it in Gylfaginning.

Related to nature like forests and leaves.

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

Laufey is Loki’s Father in this universe. 

As Loki was born small, a motive of embarrassment for his parents, his existence was kept a secret.

A younger Loki sends Laufey into a fateful battle between Odin, leading the All-Father to claim Loki as a son. Laufey was left for dead, wounded, but alive, leaving a future Loki to kill him. 

A group of Frost Giants try to revive Laufey by retrieving his skull. It ends with Malekith performing a spell to resurrect King Laufey. 

Laufey hates Loki and thinks of him as a disgrace

It ends with Loki killing his father again after he tries to steal the Casket of Winters and kill Frigga. 

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU)

Same as Marvel Comics Counterpart. Appears in the first Thor movie. 

Fárbauti - Loki’s Father

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

He is Loki’s Father in Mythology. 

Attested in the Prose Edda and in Kennings of Viking Age Skalds.

A Jotunn

The Old Norse name Fárbauti has been translated as 'dangerous striker','anger striker',or 'sudden-striker'.

Related to lightning

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

Mother of Loki in this universe.

Gave birth to an unusually small child to the annoyance of her husband.

It is said the night Loki was born that she stabbed her own heart with an ice dagger, but Loki suspects Laufey is the one who killed her. 

Appears as a figment taken on by a parasite. She’s mostly deceased in the comics. 

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU)

Does not appear or have a reference in the MCU

Loki Laufeyjarson - Son of Laufey & Farbauti. Lover of Sigyn & Angrboda (and many others honestly)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

Everyone already knows the tales about Loki, so I won’t repeat it all again. It’s pretty lengthy. I’ll just point down the basics for him with it. 

He’s famous for causing trouble among the gods as the Trickster and God of Mischief. Not a bad guy, but misinterpreted that way, although he can be a dick too. Despite how much he causes trouble for them, he also helps them out of situations too. He just wants to have fun, even if he takes it overboard at times.

Some sources put as Jotun and some say he is Half-Jotun, Half-Aesir (on his mother’s side.) 

A well-known Shapeshifter who can be anything: Salmon, Male, Female, Horse. The list just goes on. 

A really handsome being who loved to get it on. *finger guns*

Blood Brother’s with Odin. How? We don’t know. It’s interpreted as a friendship or foster-brothers. It’s unclear really.

Gonna start Ragnarok for valid reasons honestly after having his entire family taken away from him or killed by the Gods. #TeamLoki

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

Far too many appearances to document here from 1942 to present. There has been some retcons as well with the fact the current Loki has been reborn in a new incarnation also known as Ikol.

In the comics Loki is the adopted son of Odin and Frigga and Adoptive brother to Thor & Balder. 

He’s depicted as being the God of Evil in the classic comics serval times. In fact, it’s one of his titles. 

Depending on the writer for the classic comics, Loki can have moments of humanity, but all around he causes trouble.

Just wants to rule Asgard and get rid of Thor who is his enemy. 

He’s honestly a bad guy most of the time in the classic comics #VillianTrope

I personally have yet to read any current comics of Loki that aren’t the classics so this is where my knowledge and research stops. 

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU)

First off, Tom Hiddleston as Loki is just *chefs kiss* perfection. 

Pretty much the same as comics except for the fact he isn’t really a villain. He plays tricks on people for fun and laughs and truly cares about his family. 

However, things change when he discovers the truth that he is a Jotun and has been lied to about it his whole life despite being told countless stories of how Jotun’s are monsters to be slain (You fucked up a perfectly good kid, Odin. Look, he has anxiety and trauma.) 

He develops major identity problems on top of others things, but despite it, Loki tries to still do best by his family as he wants to belong. Yes, he becomes a villain in The Avengers movie, but not for the hell of it. #Thanos

Honestly, he just deserves better. That’s where this leads. Thank you.

Angrboda - Loki’s Consort/Lover (Fenrir, Jormungandr & Hel’s Mother)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

She is only mentioned once in the Poetic Edda as the mother of Fenrir by Loki. The Prose Edda describes her as "a giantess in Jotunheim" and as the mother of three monsters: the wolf Fenrir, the Midgard serpent Jörmungand, and the ruler of the dead Hel.

A Jotun known as Mother of Monsters and Giantess of Ironwood. 

In Old Norse, Angrboda means: 'the one who brings grief', 'she-who-offers-sorrow', or 'harm-bidder'.

According to scholars, the name Angrboða is probably a late invention dating from no earlier than the 12th century, although the tradition of the three monsters born of Loki and a jötunn may be of a higher age.

Some scholars say she was a very powerful witch and that she had the ability to see into the future. She was confined to Hel and would not be released from the realm of the dead until Loki was unbound.

In some versions of the Myth’s she knows her children will bring about the end of the world (Ragnarok) as well as being a witch set on fire three times before Loki eats her heart. 

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

A giantess of Jotunheim and a Witch.

Born to Elderspawn Vârcolac and Echidna.

She mated with Loki and gave birth to Fenrir and Jormungadr. Legends say she also gave birth to Hela, but it seems to be nothing more but legends. 

Angrboda died of unknown causes and was sent to the Underworld of Hel. 

When Thor needed to know how to get to Hela's realm because she had been taking mortals to Niffleheim, he went to the Hlidskjalf and summoned Angerboda from the underworld, forcing her to tell him how to get there. Once she revealed to Thor the path he had to follow, she tried to take him with her to the underworld.

Only has one appearance in the comics -- Thor #360 (1985)

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU)

Does not appear or have a reference in the MCU

Sleipnir - Loki’s Son

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

Attested in the Poetic and Prose Edda. In both Sleipnir is Odin's eight-legged steed and child of Loki by Svaðilfari. He is described as the best of all horses.

The Prose Edda contains extra information saying he is grey. 

Old Norse meaning: Slippy or the Slipper. 

Sleipnir is also mentioned in a riddle found in the 13th century legendary saga Hervarar saga ok Heiðreks, in the 13th-century legendary saga Völsunga saga as the ancestor of the horse Grani, and book I of Gesta Danorum, written in the 12th century by Saxo Grammaticus, contains an episode considered by many scholars to involve Sleipnir. Sleipnir is generally accepted as depicted on two 8th century Gotlandic image stones: the Tjängvide image stone and the Ardre VIII image stone.

Scholarly theories have been proposed regarding Sleipnir's potential connection to shamanic practices among the Norse pagans.

Sleipnir was born when Loki shape-shifted into a mare and became pregnant by the stallion of a giant, as is recounted in the tale of The Fortification of Asgard.

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

There are two different origins for Sleipnir in the comics: 1. Thor fighting off an army of the undead on Midgard. He promised to help as long as his horses weren’t eaten, however, Thor was betrayed and took his horses remains back to Asgard, coupling it with Asgardian Magic to create Sleipneir. 2. Loki had hastily agreed to let a Frost Giant re-build the wall around Asgard, in exchange for the Moon, the Sun, and Freya, only he had to do it in six months. The Frost Giant had only asked to use his grey stallion, Svadilfari. Right as the last brick was about to be placed, Loki transformed into a beautiful white mare, and lured Svadilfari off. Loki later gave birth to Sleipnir. (Just like in the Myths.) 

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU)

Odin’s eight-legged steed. 

Sleipnir’s origins are unknown. He appears in the first Thor Movie. 

Fenrir Wolf - Loki & Angrboda’s Son

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

Attested in the Prose and Poetic Edda as the first son of the Jotun couple. He is a wolf destined to kill Odin. So, they bind and seal him when he's still young, with Tyr losing his arm in the process. When Ragnarok comes, he indeed kills Odin, but is killed by Odin's son Vidar in return.

Fenrir is the father of the wolves Sköll and Hati Hróðvitnisson. 

In the Prose Edda, additional information is given about Fenrir, including that, due to the gods' knowledge of prophecies foretelling great trouble from Fenrir and his rapid growth, the gods bound him, and as a result Fenrir bit off the right hand of the god Týr.

No chain can hold him, except for Gleipnir, a rope made by Dwarves containing the roots of a mountain, the breath of a fish, the sound of a cat's footfall, the sinews of a bear, the beard of a woman and the spittle of a bird, all of which were impossible items to obtain.

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

Pretty much the same as his Mythos with some additional storylines. 

When Raganrok happened, Fenrir was reborn with the other gods on the New Asgard universe on Midgard. No details of his fate on Earth have been revealed.

Fenrir helped the mutant Wolfsbane as she was carrying the child of one of his descendants. 

It is one of the few individuals believed to be more powerful, or equally as powerful, as Dormammu; the others being galactic entities like The Beyonder.

Fenrir is Genderfluid in the comics. 

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU)

Fenris is a giant Asgardian Wolf who serves under Hela and is portrayed as Female. She resurrects her as they take over Asgard. 

Instead of being her brother, Fenris is her loyal companion and mount. 

Fenris ends up getting into a fight against Hulk as he pushes her off, sending her falling into the void below to her supposed death. 

Appears in Thor: Ragnarok. 

Hel - Loki & Angrboda’s Daughter

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

Attested in the Prose and Poetic Edda. She is a giantess/goddess who resides over the Underworld that is also called Hel, a place where many of the dead reside. She is the daughter of Loki and Angrboda, sister to Fenrir and Jormungandr and usually depicted as the youngest of the three.

Goddess of Death and Graves and ruler of Hel who welcomes the souls of those who died of old age, disease or by accident.

Hel is described as having been appointed by the god Odin as ruler of a realm of the same name, located in Niflheim.

The Prose Edda details that Hel rules over vast mansions with many servants in her underworld realm and plays a key role in the attempted resurrection of the god Baldr.

Old Norse Name Meaning: Hidden

She’s mostly mentioned only in passing. Snorri describes her appearance as being half-black, half-white, and with a perpetually grim and fierce expression on her face.

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

Renamed Hela in the comics.

Allegedly the daughter of Loki and Angrboda, but it’s never made clear or stated. Hela's genealogy is the subject of controversies and retellings. 

Her path pretty much follows her Mythos where she is destined to do terrible things and Odin makes her the ruler over the dead in the realms of Hel and Niflheim until maturity. 

At some point, she was considered the daughter of Odin and of a long-lost goddess.

Honestly, she usually tries to expand her powers, wanting to rule over Vahalla and obtain Asgardian souls. 

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU):

Appears in Thor: Ragnarok as Odin’s firstborn and only daughter. Sister to Thor and Loki.

Kinda pissed her dad locked her away and wants to rule Asgard and take revenge.

The cause of Ragnarok and supposedly dies on Asgard after everything is said in done in the movie.

Jormungandr - Loki & Angrboda’s Son

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

Usually depicted as the middle child of Loki and Angrboda, he is known as the Midgard Serpent or World Serpent who is a giant snake. When Odin takes Loki’s kids away from him, he tosses Jormungadr into the ocean that encircles Midgard. The serpent grew so large that is was able to surround the Earth and grasp it’s own tail. When it releases it’s tail, Ragnarok will begin and he will fight his arch-enemy, Thor. 

The major sources for myths about Jörmungandr are the Prose Edda, the skaldic poem Húsdrápa, and the Eddic poems Hymiskviða and Völuspá. Other sources include the early skaldic poem Ragnarsdrápa and kennings in other skaldic poems; for example, in Þórsdrápa, faðir lögseims, "father of the sea-thread", is used as a kenning for Loki. There are also several image stones depicting the story of Thor fishing for Jörmungandr.

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

Both Loki and Angerboda were descended from the Frost Giants of Jotunheim and were of humanoid appearance; however, the sons Angerboda bore Loki, Jormungand and the Fenris Wolf, did not. It has been suggested that Jormungand and the Fenris Wolf were born as sentient animals because their parents each had the magical ability to change his or her own shape. Hence, Jormungand and the Fenris Wolf each bear the form of the animal that their parents had assumed at the moment they were conceived.

Jormungandr follows the same as his Mythos to a certain degree with his fate to fight Thor during Ragnarok as the God of Thunder would die from his venom. 

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU)

Does not appear or have a reference in the MCU

Sigyn - Loki’s Wife

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

Sadly, not many stories that have Sigyn in them have survived to this day. She is only attested in the followings works: Poetic Edda & Prose Edda. 

The most famous of her story tells of how Loki has been bound by the gods with the guts of his son, Nari, and how his son, Vari, has been turned into a wolf. The Goddess Skadi fastens a venomous snake over Loki’s face, from which venom drips. Sigyn, stated as Loki’s wife, stays by his side and holds a basin under and catches the venom so it won’t drip onto her husband, but when the basin grows full, she pulls it away to empty it, during which time venom drops onto Loki, causing him to wither so violently that earthquakes occur that shake the entire earth.

In the poem, Gylfaginning, Sigyn is introduced in Chapter 31 as being married to Loki and that they have a son by the name of “Narfi or Nari”. She is then mentioned again in Chapter 50 where events are described differently than in Lokasenna; Vali, described as a son of Loki only, is changed into a wolf by the gods and rips apart his brother, “Narfi or Nari.” The guts of Nari are then used to tie Loki to three stones, after which the guts turn to iron, and Skadi places a snake above Loki. Sigyn of course catches the venom in a bowl. This process is repeated until he breaks free, setting Ragnarok into motion.

In the poem, Skáldskaparmál, Sigyn is introduced as a goddess, an Æsir, where the gods are holding a feast for their visitors and in kennings for Loki: “husband of Sigyn” and “cargo [Loki] of incantation-fetter’s [Sigyn’s] arms.”

Old Norse Name meaning: Victory Girlfriend. 

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

Lonely and looking for female companionship, Loki ends up coming across Sigyn and plans to make her his. However, she is already engaged to a warrior of Odin’s Crimson Hawks -- Theoric. Hence, Loki sets up a trap to have Theoric killed during a mission so Loki can disguise himself as Theoric. Once they are wed, Loki reveals himself and despite Odin attempting to annul the marriage (which goes against Asgardian Law)), Sigyn tells the Allfather that she will follow the duties of a loyal wife since she is Loki’s now. 

This is when Odin proclaims her to be the Goddess of Fidelity. This was a thing first started by the Marvel Comics.

Sigyn doesn’t have much of an agency in the comics except being a loyal wife to Loki, sometimes going along with his plans or getting on him for it. 

I personally haven’t been able to find any evidence of Sigyn’s parents being Iwaldi and Freya in the comics, so I’m not sure if this fact is Fanon or not. 

Sigyn has suddenly seemed to vanish from the comics with her last official appearance being in 1996. It has been allueded at that she died or was killed during Ragnarok. 

Her relationship with Loki in the comics is...complicated and changes a lot depending on the writer. 

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU)

Does not appear or have a reference in the MCU

Narvi/Narfi & Vali - Loki & Sigyn’s Sons

NORSE MYTHOLOGY

Not much is known about Narfi and Vali except for being Loki & Sigyn’s sons with Vali being transformed into a wolf by the gods and killing his brother whose inners are used as a chain to bind Loki in the cave. 

Narfi and Vali are referred to in a number of sources. According to the Gylfaginning section of Snorri Sturluson's Prose Edda, he was also called Nari and was killed by his brother Váli, who was transformed into a wolf; in a prose passage at the end of the Eddic poem "Lokasenna", Váli became a wolf and his brother Nari was killed.

Snorri also names "Nari or Narfi" as the son of Loki and his wife Sigyn earlier in Gylfaginning, and lists "father of Nari" as a heiti for Loki in the Skáldskaparmál section of his work.

Narfi’s name could mean “Corpse” in Old Norse, relating to how he was killed by his brother. 

There's no mention of what became of Vali after he became a wolf.

MARVEL COMICS (Earth 616)

Narvi never makes an appearance in the comics and is only mentioned in: Free Comics Book Day Vol 2018 Avengers. 

There is a Vali in the comics called Vali Halfling. He is the son of loki and a unnamed mortal woman. So, I don’t consider this to be the same Vali that is the son of Loki and Sigyn. 

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE (MCU)

Does not appear or have a reference in the MCU

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Thanks for reading everyone. This required a bunch of research, but I hope this helps and has been educational. We only have what we can work with considering the surviving myths, but there is so many stories out there that we don’t know of that aren’t clear because of it. 

I tried my best to cover everything I knew about them in Marvel too, but sometimes so many retcons is too much to keep up with. I know there may be some errors in places, but it’s the best I could get this with what we have to work with.

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https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Laufey_(Earth-616)

https://marvelcinematicuniverse.fandom.com/wiki/Laufey

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laufey

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fárbauti

https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Farbauti_(Earth-616)

https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Angerboda_(Earth-616)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angrboða

https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Hela_(Earth-616)

https://norse-mythology.org/gods-and-creatures/giants/hel/

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https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Jormungand_(Earth-616)

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[herstarburststories]

Home in a Motel Pool

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean and you have some fun in the motel's pool.

A/N: This one took a little longer than I thought, but here it's! Wet Dean in motel pool for us. So canon compliant of me, I know I know. This piece is my submission for @deanwanddamons 's 1st Blogiversary and 2K follower celebration with the prompt in bold. Congrats again, honey! And it's also my part for @anaelsbrunette 's YAS’S POC READER CHALLENGE with the song Home by Depeche Mode. Thanks for the extra time and the marvelous challenge!

Warnings: sex in the pool, p in v, dirty talk

Hunting was brutal. Even when the hunters won, it was a victory with no triumph-- there would be someone dead, always a corpse and loved one weeping as a reminder that you and the Winchesters couldn’t save everyone. You’d come around the town, tell the folks what they wanted to hear to get some information, kill the thing, and luckily save a person or two. It was a page from the emptiest stage, a show for a crowd of three: you, Sam, and Dean. Their own critics and praisers, doctors and patients, sinners and saints.

And if your hands were melted and molded into killing machines, you better pray for your heart to be made of anything but gold. That job didn't leave space or time for tenderness. In order to hunt the prey, you must become ferocious. Attack anything on sight, sing to the loneliest sound that’s the gunshot in the dark, pretend that you’ll make amends only to end up befriending the glorious end of the line that often came too soon.

Thing is, it wasn’t just about that. It would be easier if it was all about perfect soldiers and ultimate killers. A black and white world stained with crimson red would be the ideal, but there were always more colors.

Certainly, it wasn’t the most illustrious job one could get. If anything, it was unfair and underpaid and the seed of violence. Every hunter happened to do things they never could speak about, and all the blood got so normalized to the point red is just the color that pointed you were doing it right. like a good grade or a father’s head pat. Where was the seat on the table for any gentless to sit down in the chaos? In the thankful hugs from the mothers of the rescued children, in the pranks the boys came up with against each other for no other reason but childish nostalgia, in the nights where the three of you stopped and sat on Baby’s hood to watch the stars in silence, in the way Dean’s tough hands touched your cheek so lovingly, in the smell of the Impala’s wheels burning against the streets. Summarizing, when saving people wasn’t reasoning enough, kindness appeared glistening in the middle of the pandemonium, as a paragon of something good in cruelty.

Just like this moment.

‘’My body aches in places I didn’t even know that could hurt.’’ You groaned as you got out of the classic black car, hand on the back of your neck to apply some pressure. Even being thrown against a wall by some demon hurt less than sleeping in the backseat-- sweet mundane problems.

Sam scoffed before adding insult to injury, ‘’At least you were sleeping and didn’t have to hear the same cassette three times.’’

‘’Quit whining, you two. I was the one driving through two states.’’ Dean said in a huff, swirling the keys as the three of you walked towards Bonita Motel’s entrance. He placed an arm around your waist, his own way of showing affection in quietude. Your hand slipped inside his leather jacket’s pocket. ‘’Sides’, Baby’s backseat is comfortable and Zeppelin is awesome.’’

The youngest Winchester refrained his response to an eye roll and a mumble among the lines not when played three times in a row. You, though, turned your head to the side and offered your stubborn boyfriend a cynical smile.

‘’I prefer a bed.’’

He aimed at you with his signature lopsided grin, the one he knew that you loved, while you passed through the main door of the establishment. ‘’That’s not what you said last week.’’

‘’Guys, limits.’’ Sam pleaded, shaking his head at Dean’s comment before turning around. He made a chatter that quickly got old with the woman behind the counter, gaining two keys. The long haired hunter tossed one at his brother, who quickly grabbed it with his free hand.

‘’This is a good motel…’’ You commented as the three walked upstairs, the gleaming blue sight caughting your brown eyes. Your whole body shone as if it was really a beach and not only a cheap motel’s pool. Dean and Sam had never gone to the beach, but you grew up with salt aired weekends, a collection of swimsuits, and a loud family on the sand. You missed the sensation of being held by the ocean so dearly. It wouldn’t be the same, nothing was after you jumped in Dean’s Impala in New York; hustling for some other life, a better one like your parents when they came to the United States. Yet, a pool could be diverting and cozy. Pulling away from your man’s hold, you approached the small chlorine miracle. 

‘’There’s a pool!’’ You pointed out, as excited as a kid in a carnival. ‘’We should take a swim.’’

‘’You guys go. I have some research to do.’’ Sam nodded at the pool with his head, denying the request with a sleight of hand as he opened the lock of the room 209. ‘’Have fun, kids.’’

The green eyed man clicked his tongue when his brother disappeared with the craike of a door. He wasn’t exactly against the idea of jumping in the pool - apart from the germes, but his paranoia wouldn’t mind that much, not after trying endless motel’s bathtubs. The drive here had just been too long. Besides, if that crap motel had a well-cleaned pool, it probably had vibrating beds. He could use a massage. ‘’I think I’ll get crash in bed.’’

You arched an eyebrow. ‘’Didn’t you say that Baby’s backseat was comfortable to sleep?’’

‘’How taller than you I am, sweetheart?’’ He smirked as you walked back to him like you always did, your own north star in shape of a magnetic force of a man,

‘’Shush.’’ You slapped his chest playfully, wrapping your arms around Dean’s neck. ‘’Come on. Most motels we go to barely have a door, much less a pool. I miss going swimming. It’s a sunny day…’’ The childish joy in your tone metamorphosed into a newfound malice. ‘’You’ll get to see me in a bikini.’’

The Winchester wiggled his messy brows at your statement, suddenly reinvigorated as he placed his arms around your waist to bring you closer. Forget the body ache and all that, that was a way better reason to be sore in the bones later. ‘’You made some good points.’’

‘’I always do.’’ You kept the adamant tone, even when you could feel his breath on your cheek, those green eyes so livid when looking at you. God, you had to put a period here before things escalated and you two ended up getting to right in the middle of the hall. You attempt to make a joke: ‘’Darling it’s better, down where it’s wetter.’’

He knew it was a prompt from The Little Mermaid-- you two had watched two days ago in Tupelo, in a vintage television after killing a Ghoul, while Sam got some junk food. Yet, the kind of smile that brought to his face held anything but purity. A simple conversation became double-edged with Dean Winchester. You two often ended up breathless, either from fighting or from doing more entertaining dances. You should’ve seen that one coming.

‘’I know another wet spot.’’ He’d say, unholy significance trapped in each word as his right hand started to motion over your skin, guiding his greedy finger under your skirt. Your mouth was set in a grim line, a surprisingly determinate attempt to hold back a moan. You and Dean could do it in the pool, unite the good infant memories with the tent-like emotions of adulthood to make a grand deal.

‘’You’ll get all of me wet.’’ You kissed the corner of his lips, smoothly pulling away with a wink. So much self control. ‘’Hurry up, cowboy.’’

You grabbed your bag and rushed to room 208 to change your clothes, leaving an astonished, mildly turned on Winchester behind. Getting in the bathroom, which didn't stink for once, you swiftly changed into the bikini. A jade green one, directly from Brazil’s brand Cia Maritma. If you squint your eyelids hard enough, you could still put a name to each face that was with you when you wore it for the first time in the calmer days. All the long gone friends and the daily sunbath in your caramel skin.

Decided to leave the past well enough alone, you just smiled in melancholy and turned around, facing your reflex in the mirror. You looked hot. Dean surely would agree about that, especially with the way the top brought up your breast.

Arriving in the room to your boyfriend ready for the swim, you couldn’t help checking him out. You were attracted to the way the righteous man’s body was built since the first glance, addicted since the first touch. His shoulder, the freckles on his nose, and the way he wasn’t all defined, yet had the muscles right in the certain spots. You took off your hairpin, hair falling on your shoulder into a brown sea, like the waves crashing against the ocean rocks. The smell of your sweat and orange monopolizing the edges of everywhere, mainly Dean’s senses. He relished on how soft your skin was compared to his, how your accent tingled his insides, and the way you swing your hips while walking. Your boobs almost jumping at his face because of the tiny bikini only aroused him more.

The place had to get some credit. For a dive motel, it was more than they’d picture. Manageable bathrooms and safe locks, the pool glimmering blue with a small tree by the right side. It was gorgeous.

A dazzling breeze whispered through your bodies, causing you to shiver slightly and Dean to get sweet smelling sheets clinging to his knees and feet. Fucking tree. You could taste the friction swallowing the atmosphere, a report of what was near.

Before you could say anything, Dean grumbled as he pokes a leaf away. ‘’It’s gonna rain.’’

‘’It will.’’ You agreed, holding his hand to pull him closer, well-aware that your body would scare away any linger of adorable grumpiness. ‘’But who cares about raining when you’re in a pool?’’

It's the kind of question that doesn't need an answer, it briefly exists to make Dean distracted in wonder just now, a pause between seconds as you jump in the pool first. The water splashing around with a brutal sound. Your body seems to recall an old memory, how you made a lark of anything with your siblings in the sea,  how you used to feel like the beaches were a peculiar way of God to show the living how his touch would feel like. Every fiber of your body missed this.

Dean went in too, emerging to the marvelous sound of your laugh. He glanced at you, now less of a hunter and more of a man. The drops on your face could easily be confused with tears, yet the way you grinned and threw water at him couldn’t leave space for any other world but happiness. The Winchester often noticed your longing for cultural things that you no longer had in the palm of your hand. It was stupid, he even felt somehow resposible for taking you away of everything you ever knew only to coaxe you through the road not taken— full of bumps and blood and undecked halls. Then you’d smile, you’d wrap your arms around him like you were doing in that exact moment, and he would see that the drops all over your face are flickering with your chortle.

What other choice would Dean have, what other option could he ever make himself pick, if not to place his hands on your hips? So it goes. He put his rough hand on your, each tender touch seeming to make the bruises there clear up.

The hunter was leaning in to kiss you as a wave of water met his face.

‘’Ops!’’

He narrowed his eyes, spilling out the water. ‘’You are gonna pay for this.’’

‘’I’d like to see you try, Kansas boy.’’

Yeah, you once were raised in the water, such an important part of your identity which you didn't wish to lose, yet slowly slipped beyond your reaches. But you had Dean, you had adventure, and you had the motel’s shitty pool. If you could find contentment in that, you should know that who you were wasn’t lost. You were still the five years old who played in the plastic pool, the seventeen girl who grabbed your cellphone’s lantern and went looking for what was making a noise at 3am, the twenty years old who jumped in a car with two hunters and a craving for finding her true home. You were all of them at once. 

Heaven sent the only true friend you could call yours and you’re under his lips. Dean’s crashing his mouth with yours, hungry like an animal after your playful war. You two are soaked, and so is your pussy. He pressed your against the border of the pool, your back to the wall of it. The water rushes in and you couldn’t care less. When did a bikini start to look like too much clothing?

Breaking the kiss, the Winchester glanced at you. The green of all the wild gardens localized in his orbs, dappled with stars and desire. Waiting for his touches, enjoying when he took his time with you was always worthwhile. Today, though, you needed him fast and dirty and raw.

There was nothing you'd rather than spread your legs, so you did it. Dean’s smart fingers quickly ripping your panties and brushing against your heat. He let out an annoyed huff, missing the satisfaction of your wetness around his digitals, how he knew you were a mess for him and him only. The pool’s water didn’t let it much evident, he’d have to fuck you even harder, make sure you were still needy for his cock.

You whined, clinging to his touch with a swing of hips. His hand covering your pussy as Dean applied some pressure, savoring the way your body winced and your eyes shut close, a beautiful moan leaving your lips. He couldn’t wait to eat you out later after he made you come in this stupid pool. Hedonism made his blood thicker-- like he was a calm sea before you, and now his waters were violent and hungry for destruction. 

He pulled his hand away. ‘’Dean…’’

‘’Don’t worry, sweetheart.’’ His throbbing cock entered you, voice even deeper as he spoke. ‘’Gonna give you what you want.’’

You placed your legs around his waist and he held your thighs underwater, the sky spilling out its own water above. It didn’t stop two. Your hand on his shoulders, nails sinking in seemed to be a combustible for Dean to go harder inside of your. His hips attacking yours as his mouth kissed your neck with bites.

‘’Dean, please.’’ You pleaded, warm walls squeezing his long dick. ‘’More.’’

‘’All my cock is for you, honey. You get all of it, fucking you, scratching you open.’’ The eldest Winchester said, his voice so low and sensual. You could come only from his talking. ‘’That’s what you want, huh? You want me to fuck that pretty cunt, mark you up inside this shitty pool.’’ His digital reached your clint and you growled. Dean kept his dick inside you, unable to pull away from the heavenly sensation of being inside you. ‘’Wanna know something? I can’t wait to come inside that tight pussy right here.’’

He increased the rhythm, pounding you even faster and rougher as you tried to keep up, the lack of synchrony causing his cock to reach and pull inimaginable pleasures inside you, all turning more brutal and necessary. The pool had its own waves, your and Dean’s movements causing a chaos ocean chaos in it.

The heat and the sickliest, you were drowning in pleasure with each thrust to a desperate beat that his heart echoed. All your pretty noises tangled with his breathless howls. The rain’s drops becoming one water with the pool as you and him became one with your intertwined bodies, only to grow apart again and come back in need for more.

Your and your lover’s figures distorted on the reflex of the pool water, washing away any piece left of purity as you moved in a hurry when you finally reached your orgasm. Your cunt tightening around his hardness was too much to bear, making Dean come after you.

He rested his forehead against yours, breathless faces with closed eyelids darting together. The heat calmed down by the water. Dean dared to look at you, but not to pull away. His cock remained inside your tight cunt and he caressed your cheek gently. That woman pounded from within and is pinning him down to earth, like you are his own gravity, the glimpse of relief, the lover’s photographe that gives the soldier’s battle a meaning.

‘’There’s a saying in my country.’’ You said suddenly, opening your brown eyes as he lifted his head to greet yours with his forest ones.

Dean captured your small nose, your desirable lips, your big eyes, your gorgeous tan skin, the signals he had map of on his lips. His thumb still stroked your face as his cock took its time to weaken inside your pussy. ‘’Yeah? What’s it?’’

‘’Quem está na chuva é pra se molhar.’’ He arched his eyebrows, a silent request for an english version. The Winchester knew around ten words in your mothertongue. Half pet names, half cussing. You pecked his plump lips. ‘’There's no literal translation, some things just lose their core if you try to put them to another language. It would be like if you are in the rain you want to get wet. It would be another way to say if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen.’’

‘’I gotta say, you look pretty hot when you say those things.’’ You smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully, fingernails tenderly fondling the back of Dean’s neck under his haircut. ‘’Do you miss it?’’

‘’My country?’’

‘’Yeah. Not just your country but your language, your friends, your life there.’’ He shrugged, secretly scared of the answer. ‘’It’s not like we go to the same places you used to go to. I see how many bikinis you carry around.’’

Which was the main reason he booked that motel. You didn’t need to know that. The childish joy you had with the surprise was enough for his credit.

‘’No. Well, I still speak my language when I’m mad at you.’’ Dean chuckled. Whenever you two got in a heated argument, your inner latina would come out and jump at him in both languages at once. It was supposed to be serious, but mostly got him all hot and bothered. Your accent was just too sexy, especially when you were angry. ‘’But no, not really. I miss situations and people, but not how it was. It was a good life, but it wasn’t the one I was supposed to have.’’ You pulled him to you by his neck. ‘’I thank you, you know? For bringing me here. For showing me home, Even for the tears and the fear. I finally I’ve found where I belong.’’

Tranquility engulfed the atmosphere momentarily as comfortable as a silent sleeper, the rain no longer coming, giving stage to a sunny sky. You and Dean, twisted together like that was all serenity you could relish on. You both quiet in the afterglow, his cock no longer hard but neither wanted to pull away. He laid his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. He certainly would bring you to a beach as soon as he could, maybe pop the pretty question on his knees there. For now, thought, he could enjoy thar simple moment.

‘’After my house was burned to the ground, I didn’t think I’d have another one. I was always rolling around the country, never really stayed in a place for too long. I didn’t want to call some random walls my home and have it destroyed in my face again.’’ Dean said, his thumbs caressing your thighs underwater. Since his first breath near you, he knew he was a goner. Even better, he knew he wasn’t a goner, a nomad, or a lonely wolf anymore. Dean Winchester once swore he would never come back home after what happened in there, and then you appeared. The hot latina who kept up with his stupidity and didn’t think twice before calling him out on his bullshit, and was always there for him and actually loved him-- not besides the job, but with all the things being a hunter included, all the ugly acts he had to go through. You believed he was good and worthy. His house burned, but you gave him a home. For the first time in so long, Dean felt warm and happy and loved. ‘’But you gave me a home. Without the apple pie life and all that. You, me, and Sammy-- fighting the good fight, just the three of us. This is my home.’’

To be a hunter was to be gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid, always carrying the heaviest cross ever made like a soldier’s duty that wouldn’t end with a couple years of trocious war. This treacherous slope was forevermore. A hunter life, all the fraunds and the paid phone calls and the running away with laughs empty of joy, the song from the wrong side of town. But fuck, all the saving and the excitment and the hustled love made a dance for the melody and suddenly it was worth it. All the tender parts, the new restaurants every week, the jokes in the car, the hidden chortles in the dark places. Sam. Dean. Dean and all this am out of love and loyalty he gave to you.

Everything was worth it to be in his arms.

He brought you back home.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

15x20

Spoilers for Season 15x20 finale

Summary: This is a semi-rewrite of episode 15x20...

Pairing: Dean x reader (reader is treated more like an OC than a typical reader)

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language, major 15x20 spoilers

A/N: I wrote this for myself honestly. I know it is idealistic and was never going to happen. Again, I’m sharing simply if you’re interested but please feel free to ignore. This picks up from a very obvious point in the episode...

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Dean POV

“Fuck,” said Dean, his hand over his chest. Something big was stabbing into his back. This felt wrong though. A dull, achy pain trickled up and down his spine and across his chest. His heart was racing up and slowing down when it wanted and Dean shut his eyes as he recognized the feeling in his bones.

He was dying. The kind of dying a doctor can’t fix.

“Jack!” shouted Sam, Dean peeling open his eyes as he realized Sam was besides him, hand covered in blood. A few seconds later Jack appeared in front of them eating a bar of nougat. “Jack fix him. Please.”

“He said he was hands off,” said Dean with a wince, his whole body shaking. Jack cocked his head and walked over, touching Dean’s forehead. The next thing he knew, Dean was sat on the ground and taking a deep breath, the pain gone as he looked up. “You said you were hands off.”

“You’re my dads. Why wouldn’t I help you?” he asked, a confused look on his face. Dean chuckled and nodded, still holding onto his chest. “You seem upset. I’ll pop you guys home.”

“Kid there’s-”

“Those boys are okay,” said Jack, snapping his fingers. Dean was suddenly sat on the steps up into the library, Jack mentioning something about taking some nougat from the pantry before he headed out. 

“You alright?” asked Sam. Dean shook his head and he took a seat. Dean rubbed the heel of his palm against his chest and shuddered. “Jack got there in time.”

“If he hadn’t-”

“Dean-”

“If he hadn’t...because it was bad, Sammy. If he hadn’t...I’m so proud of you and I love you, so fucking much. I couldn’t have asked for a better baby brother, a better best friend. You just gotta tell me something. When the time comes, you’ll be okay without me. Tell me Sam. Please.”

“I’ll be okay,” said Sam quietly. Dean nodded and moved his hand to his lap, Sam scooting closer. “Let’s get out of here.”

“What?”

“Let’s get a house. We can get a big yard for Miracle. Run an operation like Bobby did, do the occasional case. Let’s go live more,” said Sam. Dean paused but rubbed his chest again and smiled.

“Dibs on the master bedroom,” said Dean. Sam chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. This place is home but I wouldn’t mind an upgrade.”

Two Months Later

“Miracle!” called Dean when he ignored the ball Dean had just thrown across the yard and ran around the corner of the house. “Miracle!”

“I think your daddy’s looking for you,” Dean heard a voice giggle. He walked around the house and saw a woman knelt down and ruffling the dog. “You’re so cute. You’re so cute.”

“Yes, I am,” smirked Dean as the woman popped her head up. “So, how can I help you and why are you parked in my driveway?”

“I’m Y/N. Y/N-”

“I heard of you. Hunter out of Alaska right?” he asked as she nodded. “You work a lot of Canada cases.”

“I did,” she said with a shrug. “I was thinking of retiring down south. Wondering if you got any tips on how to adjust.”

“A dog helps,” he said and she smiled, Dean looking her up and down. “You do realize this is Austin, Texas right?”

“This is south to me,” she said. “I know Donna through a friend of a friend. She said it’d be cool if I came and talked to you?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” said Dean, Miracle running over to the ball and rushing back with it. He nudged Dean’s hand and Y/N smiled. “You mind chatting while we do some fetch?”

“Not at all, Winchester.”

“Kinda funny how Eileen and Y/N know each other,” said Sam, Dean looking out the back window to where the girls and Miracle were sat on the back deck after dinner drinking a beer. Dean hummed and dried a plate, Sam nudging his arm. “You like her, don’t you.”

“You like her.”

“Dean.”

“Yeah, I like her. What’s the big deal?”

“Oh, I don’t know. A gorgeous, former hunter with your kind of humor, love for pie, muscle cars and classic rock that’s single just happens to have stuck around long after she got done talking to you.”

“I invited her to dinner.”

“She understands the life Dean. All the shit we carry. You’ve never tried with a hunter. Give her a chance.”

“Tried what?” said Dean, putting the plate in the cupboard. 

“You can have a relationship Dean. I’m pretty sure she likes you too,” said Sam.

“Hello, Dean,” said Castiel, both guys jumping as they spun around. They stared at the angel as Cas looked around. “I enjoy your home. The air is fragrant.”

“It’s a candle,” said Sam, pointing to the flickering light on the countertop. He blew it out and Dean walked around the island, shaking his head. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” said Dean, giving Cas a hug. Sam joined them and Castiel shrugged.

“Rebuilding heaven is labor intensive process,” said Cas before turning to Dean. “I felt you would be coming there soon a few months ago.”

“Why didn’t you pop down when you knew he was dying?” asked Sam.

“You are humans,” said Cas with a pout. “You will die someday. It’s an inevitable fact. Time is very strange in heaven in its relation to earth. I assumed you were an old man.”

“No, not old,” said Dean.

“Would you two like for me to prevent your deaths until a certain age?” asked Cas. 

“No,” they both said, Dean smiling. 

“But if we ask for help, you will help?” asked Dean.

“Always,” said Castiel. He tilted his head and looked out the back window. “Who is the woman with Eileen?”

“Y/N. Hunter from the Yukon area. Dean has a crush,” said Sam. He smirked when Dean whacked his arm, Cas still cocking his head. “You know her?”

“She’s quite drawn to Dean. Metaphysically speaking.”

“Yes cause whatever you just said was very clear. Like I’m five Cas,” said Dean. Cas sighed and pursed his lips.

“Jack has given me some extra power to help assist him better. I can see more of a person now,” said Cas. “Their energy, soul, things of that nature.”

“Okay...so what does that mean?” asked Dean.

“Oh your souls are quite intertwined. She’s your soulmate,” said Cas.

“Really?” said Dean, allowing a brief smile to cross his face.

“She also has a growing inoperable mass in her head that will kill her in the next few years. She suffers from headaches quite frequently,” said Cas. Dean sat down at the counter and stared out the back door, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Why can’t I be happy?” he breathed out. “For a fucking minute I can’t even be happy before the rug gets pulled out.”

“...Did you not want me to heal her?” asked Cas. Dean rolled his eyes and Cas’ glowed blue for a moment. “She’s fine now. You seem...emotional.”

“Well I am Cas,” said Dean. 

“You’ve been off since that hunt and the barn,” said Sam.

“Sam I shouldn’t be alive,” said Dean. “I got lucky.”

“You have sacrificed your entire life for others, Dean,” said Cas, Sam taking a seat next to Dean. “You should take advantage of your powerful friends. Let others care for you now. I will speak to Jack about the remaining monsters and their relocation to somewhere better suited for them, perhaps a new world.”

“Everything alright?” asked Y/N, slipping in through the back door with an empty beer bottle. 

“Yeah, we’re all good,” said Sam.

“Liar,” she said, smiling at Dean. “I’ll be right back.”

She excused herself to the bathroom, Sam and Cas going outside. Dean got another set of beers out just in time for Y/N to return. 

“Can I ask you a question?” she said.

“Shoot,” said Dean, handing her the drink.

“Your friend, the angel, did he just heal me? I’ve had constant headaches for awhile now. Brain tumor. I feel different. You guys wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that would you?”

“You deserve to enjoy your retirement,” he said. “A very long retirement. You’re fine now.”

“I won’t be mad about that,” she said, leaning against the counter by him. She took a long sip and smiled. “I like you, Dean.”

“I like you,” he said.

“I’m gonna stick around town for a bit, see if things work out,” she said. He nodded and smiled, watching her smirk. “So there’s really no more monsters?”

“Uh, what?”

“I overheard Castiel when I walked in. Guess we’re really out of jobs now,” you said.

“I got an offer for a construction manager,” he said. 

“You gonna take it?” she asked.

“I think so. What do you think?” he asked.

“I think it’s a great idea,” she said. “Gotta keep busy somehow.”

“What’s your retirement look like?” he asked. She shrugged and smiled. “Now that death isn’t imminent.”

“Maybe I’ll find a guy, try the domestic thing,” she said, a soft smile staying on her lips. “Know anyone who might be interested?”

“I’m sure I can think of someone, sweetheart.”

One Year Later

“So what do you think?” asked Sam as he spun around in his suit in the family room.

“What do we think junior?” asked Dean, the baby on his lap clapping his hands. “He says dad’s gonna score tonight.”

“I fear for you teaching my son things when he’s a teenager,” chuckled Sam.

“That’s what Uncles are for,” said Dean as Y/N got up from the couch and started fixing Sam’s tie.

“And what Aunt’s are for to rein them in,” she said, smoothing it out. 

“Thank you,” said Sam. “Hey, when you two gonna have a kid?”

“Who says we aren’t?” smirked Dean. Sam went wide eyed and she rolled hers.

“We’re trying just recently. You will literally be the first to know once we do,” she said. She winked and Sam narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth between them then down to her stomach. 

“You’re so pregnant.”

“Ugh, we were gonna surprise you guys. Let us surprise, Eileen at least,” she said.

“You guys are pregnant!” said Eileen from over the balcony upstairs. Y/N laughed and headed up, Sam taking a seat next to Dean and plucking his son into his arms.

“You’re gonna be a real good dad. You got a lot of practice,” said Sam. Dean shrugged and Sam gave him a side hug. “I’m really happy he gets to know his Uncle, Dean. You’re gonna do great.”

“I’m really happy I get to be here too,” said Dean. He sat back and shut his eyes. “I owe you one.”

“For what?”

“The barn. I thought Jack wouldn’t come. I didn’t even bother. I thought that was gonna be it,” said Dean. “I didn’t want to go yet.”

“You don’t owe me for that,” said Sam, handing the baby back when he heard feet on the stairs. “Be good for Uncle Dean, baby boy.”

“Go have fun on your date, Sammy,” said Dean.

“You have fun on your stay at home date,” chuckled Sam. “See ya later, De.”

“Later, Sammy.”

_________

[dreadpoetssociety]

I Told You So

TW: Suicide, abuse, kidnapping, blood, death

Note: Sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes, I didn’t go back through it LOL, but I may in the future. Enjoy !!! 

Request: “hi was wondering if i could request a reid x sister fic where the reader gets a boyfriend and spencer doesn’t like him and it turns out the boyfriend is an unsub. i love your work so much!!!”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Sister!Reader

()()()()()()

When Spencer met your boyfriend for the first time, he told you immediately after that he didn’t like him. He began explaining the signs he was noticing, but you didn’t dare to listen. You told him he was a great guy, and that he was just being over protective because he was your brother. You told him to stop profiling everyone you meet, that who you date and who you’re friends with is entirely up to you, and that he should just let you live things out on your own. Of course, you did appreciate his concerns, but you just figured he was a bit overdramatic. I mean, you were all just kids, and of course Spence would have a biased view on you hanging out or dating someone.

Your boyfriend’s name was Noah. You’d been dating for about four months, he had wavy hair, dressed pretty plainly, very smart, and liked classic rock (Except Led Zeppelin, damn did he hate that band.) You’d met after the death of a mutual friend, Elaine Richards, a year ago, and the two of you became close after helping each other through such a hard time. You hung out all the time, called all the time, merged your friend groups together. Everything. And you loved him. Your friends all knew you both liked each other, and eventually, you finally went out on a date.

School had ended, and you had just got to the apartment to actually see Spencer in it, which was a very rare occurrence. 

“Hey Spence! I didn’t know you were off.” you said with a smile.

“I’m not, actually. There’s a case locally.” he said, which turned your smile o a frown.

“Well that’s not good.” you replied, trying to lighten his mood. He seemed stressed and aggravated, as that happened every once in a while when a case was particularly difficult. It always made you feel bad for him., “We should go do something before you have to go back. You know, some good ol’ sibling bonding.” 

“Sorry, Y/N, but not today. Serial killers don’t exactly wait for ‘sibling bonding.”” he sighed, annoyed. You figured at this point you’d just leave him to his thoughts, and decided to go out.

“I’m going out with Noah then. “ you replied, grabbing some of your things together. You didn’t’t notice, but this grabbed Spencer’s attention.

“No, Y/N, you’re staying here. This guy that’s out there is killing people who look like you. You fit his type.” he explained, “And I don’t trust Noah, not for a second.” 

“Jesus, Spencer, can you stop profiling literally everyone? There’s thousands of girls in this city that look like me, what makes you think I’m the one he’s gonna scoop up?” you realized that was a bit insensitive, and that you probably should care about those other girls, “Besides, wouldn’t it be safer to not be alone? You’re going back to the BAU anyway.” 

“Y/N, seriously, this can happen to anyone. You of all people should know that.” he answered. You knew what he was referring to. So a girl almost gets kidnapped once, and suddenly must live her whole life in fear.

“Spencer, that was a while ago.” you said in a small voice, “I don’ want to be afraid of it anymore.”

At that point, Spencer sighed and realized that he most likely shouldn’t have brought up the experience. He of all people should know that this was your way of trying to move on, and bringing up the past would mostly just set you back majorly, but his answer still stayed the same, “I shouldn’t have brought the up, but you’re still not going. I don’t trust Noah, you know that. Especially with a serial killer on the loose, Y/N. You’re staying home.”

This just pissed you off, “You know, you’re not right 100% of the time. You think you know everything about everybody you meet, but you literally do not. Noah is so good to me, and you just bash him and for what? I get you’re worried, but it’s started to get old. I’m not a kid anymore.” 

You walked off into your room without any other words being exchanged, and had decided you would just go anyway once Spencer left. You aren’t generally the rebellious type, but every once in a while you liked to have a little fun here and there. Spencer wasn’t home for long, after finding whatever it was he was looking for, and you just walked out the front door ten minutes after he did, texting Noah along the way. 

Your boyfriend lived nearby, so it didn’t really take him long to come driving up in his black sedan. You loved his car. It was so sleek, had a brown leather interior, a wood dashboard, and just drove beautifully. If he ever put it up for sale, you would buy it. But once you got into the car, you realized something was off. Noah seemed antsy, like something was bothering him.

“Hey, baby, what’s going on?” you asked, concerned. Noah got like this every once in a while, and you figure dit was just anxiety or something along those lines, and all you could ever do was jus be there for him.

“It’s nothing don’t worry about it.” he answered, somewhat blandly. Almost monotone, like he wasn’t happy to be there. But he was, and for what reason you were unaware. 

“Alright.” you said, “Let’s go to the mall, but not the one downtown, the one off the highway.” 

“No.” he snapped. He then recognized your surprised expression, “I mean, sorry, I just have a surprise for you.” this made you smile. Your boyfriend had always been a hopeless romantic, and he would constantly surprise you with nice dinners, cute gifts, and it just made your heart warm. He drove for a while, to an area you’d actually never been o that seemed to be completely secluded. There were empty fields, and eventually an old house that looked to be abandoned. You didn’t pass by much after that, except for one cemetery and a church. Even you had to admit, it was a bit weird, but knowing Noah, you knew to just be patient. He didn’t talk much the whole time, and just sat there smiling as he drove. The windows were closed, and you also noticed the doors were locked, but thought nothing of it.

“Spencer wasn’t even going to let me go out tonight, isn’t that so stupid? Like, he said some wack about some serial killer who’s been killing girls nearby. I looked it up, but they kinda seem to be right outside of town, like the dude’s avoiding it or something. I guess that girl from the Washington High soccer team got killed, too. It’s sort of scary.”

“That’s a shame.” was all he said in response.

Eventually, you pulled up to another house. It was absolutely destroyed, but you trusted him anyway. Stupidly. The two fo you walked in, and walked down to its basement. You knew Noah really dug these abandoned places, and you did, too, but the basement was full of rusted weapons, ropes, a table in the middle with restraints. It hadn’t clicked just yet.

“Noah, I don’t think I’m really fe-“ you turned around and were he was, gun in hand, pointe dat you, “What are you doing?”

“Get in the chair, and don’t scream.” he demanded. His whole personality changed. He was dominant, and his voice was heavier. You complied. He tied you tightly to it.

“So it’s you then?” you asked, weirdly calm. 

“Shut the hell up, Y/N.” and you did. You looked around you as he walked into another room. Looking to your right you noticed a shelf full of random things, mostly girl’s clothes and rings. Until you recognized one of them. A brown sweater with a tear in the shoulder, folded neatly on he bottom. Your heart stopped.

That was Elaine’s. And you had cut the shoulder open by accident after the two of you were messing around.

“Elaine?” you whispered, “You killed Elaine, didn’t you? She didn’t kill herself, you did! This whole time you faked it? You killed her and I mourned her and you pretended to feel with me? You killed her?” It was now that you fully processed what was happening. Your mind was racing, your heart was pounding, and all you could think about was the amount of clothes up on that shelf, and the fact that you were about to die. The items on the shelf far exceeded the numbers on the news. 

“I said shut the hell up, Y/N” he screamed, hitting you across the face with something solid, which knocked you out quickly, but not for long. The dizziness and pain when you woke up two minutes later was almost unbearable, and you had to re-process what was happening to you all over again.

Until your phone rang from the other side of the room. He must’ve taken it while you were out, and the ringtone was specialized to let you know that it was Spencer who was calling. 

“If I don’t answer it he’ll know. He’ll track everything from before I got here.” you said. Noah shot you a look, but promptly brought the phone to you. 

“Say anything, and I’ll make it painful.” he held a gun to you again, and your heart rate went up. He slide the phone open.

“Y/N?” you’d never been happier to hear your brother’s voice, “Where are you? I told you to stay home, and you’re not here.”

“Sorry,” your voice wavered slightly, “I just really missed Elaine Richards. I went to Southwoods Cemetery to visit her.”

Spencer sighed, “Please get back here as soon as possible, Y/N.” and he hung up. You prayed he picked something up.

()()()()()()

Spencer knew as soon as you spoke that something was wrong. Firstly, you’d never referred to your friend by first and last name, and Spencer actually hadn’t really known her last name until now, and secondly, Elaine wasn’t buried at Southwoods Cemetery. She was buried in the complete opposite direction, actually, at Rose Hill. He couldn’t pinpoint why you would say Southwoods, and why you would talk about Elaine, but he completely forgot about his case, and sped back to the BAU. 

The team knew instantly hat something wasn’t right when Spencer came back to the office. He couldn’t pay attention to the case evidence enough to put it together, and wasn’t staying on track.

“Reid, what’s going on?” Hotch asked him.  Spencer shook his head.

“Something’s not right.” he said, “Y/N went out earlier, but something’s not adding up.”

“I’m sure she’s alright, kid, teenagers go out all the time.” Morgan joked.

“No, no, really. I understand how the teenage mind develops, and how their brains develop. I know that rebellion is primarily a process that teens go through almost as a way to reject a “child” identity. I know that. But this wasn’t that. I told her not to go out, but she did anyway.” he rambled.

“Spence, kids do that.” JJ reassured.

“No, it’s not right. When I called to ask where she was, she would’ve lied. She wouldn’t have known I was home. She said she was visiting her friend’s grave, but she used her full name and said the wrong cemetery, her voice wavered, but nervously, not in a way that expresses sadness. If she had snuck out, she wouldn’t tell me she went there, and especially get the cemetery wrong when she’s been going to Rose Hill practically religiously. Southwoods is in an area she barely ever goes to.” he explained. Then his eyes grew a bit, “Garcia, can you trace her call?”

“I can try.” she said, rushing back to her computers, the team close behind. They knew not to question Spence, most of the time he was right. They all sat there for about three minutes before Garcia spoke up again, “That’s weird.”

“What?” Prentiss spoke up.

“Reid, her phone pinged off of like, twelve different towers in the two minutes you called her. I can’t track a location for the last hour.” she turned to him, concerned. The team all looked at each other worriedly. 

“We’ll have to split up, we’ve still go a case and this is off protocol.” Hotch broke the silence, bearer of bad news.

“No, actually, I think it’s the same case.” Spencer sighed. He looked up at them, “She fits the UnSub’s type.”

“You can’t be a part of this then, Spencer.” Hotch replied, which caused him to whip around, “It’s personal now. You’re  victim.”

“There’s no say in this.” Spencer had never defied Hotch’s authority before, but his sister was missing, “What do we have so far?”

“Well, we know he’s a sadist, white male, probably in his 30’s. He’d be social, fit in with a crowd. Probably good with the ladies, which means he sticks out, but not too much.” Prentiss relayed. Spencer thought for a moment. Who would you know that fit that profile at all. This UnSub seemed to make a connection with these girls beforehand. The team thought that maybe the victims were a surrogate to a daughter, or a sister.

“I don’t know how this related to Elaine and Southwoods. Southwoods is an hour and a half away, I had only been gone for about an hour, so she couldn’t have made it there yet.”

“Reid, who is Elaine?” Morgan asked.

“Elaine Richards. She was a friend of Y/N’s who died about a year ago. She committed suicide.”  Spencer explained. They were all silent for a moment.

“Garcia, can you bring up a picture of Elaine?” JJ asked. The analyst nodded and did so quickly, showing a picture of a brown hair, brown eyed, thin girl. It was saddening, really. They’re always too young. But JJ had confirmed her thought, “Spence, what if it wasn’t a suicide?” 

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“She fits his victim ideal, the hair, the eyes. Her file says she was smart, she had friends. They interviewed an ex boyfriend, her father, so on.” JJ explained, “What if Y/N stumbled onto something she shouldn’t have? Maybe Elaine was one of his victims staged as a suicide. The profile says he became active a few weeks ago, but what if it’s been a year? Maybe he’s been testing things out until he finally got something he liked.” 

“Garcia, bring up Elaine’s autopsy report. Is there anything about anything that matches up with his current MO?” Spencer asked, “Elaine was found at the basin of a bridge within the water. It was written that she had jumped off.” 

“Uhh,” she hesitated, “I’m not seeing anything. . . Wait. Yes, yes there is. The UnSub usually cuts three lines on their necks, right? Elaine had them, too, but there was loads of glass under her, so it was written off that she’d been cut when she reached the ground.” 

“This means he’s been at it for at least a year, then. The profile is wrong. This changes everything.” Prentiss sighed. Spencer still couldn’t pinpoint who you would’ve trusted enough that fit the rest of the profile, until it hit him. Noah.

“I knew there was something wrong with that boy.” Spencer said aloud, “Y/N’s boyfriend, Noah. He fits every part of the profile. We got the age wrong, he’s a teenager. He knew Elaine, too.”

“Noah’s the name of the ex boyfriend they interviewed.” Garcia stated. “Noah Allen.” 

“That’s him.” Spencer said, “What do we know about him?”

“Well, his parents are divorced, his mother lives somewhere in California while his father- oh geez. His father has a history of abuse towards his second ex-wife, who,” she stopped, “this poor kid. His second ex wife committed suicide after trying to file multiple reports of abuse towards her and Noah about three years ago. His father was finally convicted a year ago and sentenced to life in prison.” 

“That must’ve been the trigger. He blames her for his father being sent away.” Hotch said.

“But why would he be angry? Wouldn’t he be happy to see his abuser in prison?” Garcia asked.

“He’s lived with his father his whole life. Most likely he’d developed some kind of Stockholm Syndrome or was manipulated into thinking that’s how life was. He thinks his father can do no wrong.” Morgan said.

“But what’s this have to do with Southwoods? She wouldn’t have made it that far, and something tells me they were already at their destination.” JJ asked.

“Who owns Southwoods?” Spencer asked.

“Let me see. . . The Burke Family. They also own funeral homes.” Garcia said.

“Do they own any other cemeteries?” 

“Yes, one, Marshall Fields Cemetery. It’s in a more secluded area. It was considered completely full a few months ago.” she replied.

“Garcia, are there any properties around there that Noah’s family would’ve owned? Even a family friend?” Morgan jumped in.

“His uncle owned a house about a mile and a half up the road. It’s the only house in a two mile radius. It was foreclosed a few years ago and hasn’t been bought or even kept up since.” she said, “I’m sending you the address now.” 

“Let’s go.” Hotch demanded. The team ran to the garage and jumped into the SUV’s, but Hotch stopped Spencer beforehand, “You know you could get in trouble for this. This case is too personal.”

‘“I really don’t even care.” Spencer answered, quite informally. Hotchner sighed, and let him go.

()()()()()() 

It’d been a few hours by this point. You were beaten up, bloody, concussed probably. Noah had used a whole slew of different objects to torture you, pipes, knives, anything he could find. You could barely stay awake, but he wouldn’t let you fall asleep.

“I’m not going to let you die, yet.” he said with a twisted smile, “That ruins all the fun.” 

“They’ll come for you.” you replied faintly, blood dripping from your mouth. He yanked your head back by your hair, which caused a deafening wail from the bottom of your throat.

“They won’t find me. If they could, they would’ve by now.” he giggled. He tightened your wrists until you almost couldn’t feel your hands. Your shoulders were sore from being tied behind your back, but that didn’t amount to the pain in the rest of your body. You bleeding out practically everywhere, you could feel the start of every bruise forming, your head spun and pounded, and you were convinced you had a few broken ribs at least. 

“W-why?” you huffed out with tears.

“Why? Why? I’ll tell you why. I spent my whole life looking up to my father, but it’s women like you who ruin men’s lives. And for what? For attention? For power? You’ll never be on the same playing field, but the system is so messed up that it threw my father in prison for something that wasn’t his fault. He didn’t make Brenda kill herself, she did that on her own. And her reasoning? How she cried about him abusing us?” he let out a posh laugh, “That’s just how the world is. She should’ve known her place like I knew mine. And should’ve never spoken for me.” 

“Why me?” your face twisted in pain as you spoke, but if you were going to die, you at east had to know.

“I just told you!” he slapped you, causing you to sob, “It’s stupid women like you, Y/N. You just exist to ruin lives, and I’m going to stop you before you start.” 

But the door upstairs burst open just then, causing him to look. You smiled mischieviously, “They’re here. You better let them get to you before I do.” you threatened. It was an empty threat of course, given your state, but you felt so much rage that you honestly thought you might’ve killed him, too, which scared you.

“Noah Allen, FBI!” you recognized Emily’s voice, and it was like music to your ears. 

Noah had moved towards you and covered your mouth, holding a gun to your head, waiting for them to come down stairs. You watched frantically as you saw JJ and Morgan step carefully down.

“Noah, drop your weapon.” JJ demanded. At this point, Spencer, Hotch, and Prentiss joined them after hearing JJ speak. Spencer’s expression was horrified, and angry. 

“Death is an honor, you know.” Noah taunted as he pulled your head slightly back. 

“Noah, you don’t have to do this. If you cooperate, we can lessen your sentence, and we can negotiate a deal for your father.” Hotch said. Noah’s head turned slightly.

“That’s not how the system works and you know it. You’re lying!” he yelled.

“That’s not how the system works for civilians. I’m the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. I can pull some strings, but only if you let her go.” he said. Spencer was surprised, Hotch never really used lying as a coercion, but he understood that all this boy wanted was his father to be free, and that he wasn’t a rational thinker. He’d fall for it.

“Swear? Swear on God?” Noah asked.

“Yes, Noah, I swear on God.” Hotch said. The boy lowered his weapon and came closer, but was startled when Morgan quickly, and not so kindly cuffed him.

“What? What are you doing?” he yelled out.

“Noah Allen, you are under arrest for multiple counts of murder. You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer quest-“

“What the hell! You lied! I’ll kill you for ly-“

“Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future.” and with that Morgan walked him out with a few other backup, while the rest of the BAU rushed towards you.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Can you hear me? What hurts?” Spencer asked questions at about a mile a minute, but you ignored them.

“I g-guess,” you painfully said, “I guess this is that part where you say ‘I told you so.’ huh?” 

“Y/N, I don’t care about that.” he said, holding your face trying to check for any signs of concussions, that were definitely there, while Prentiss and JJ worked on getting you untied. One you were, you tried to stand up, stupidly.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Hotch said as you almost fell and hit the floor, “take it easy.”

You had your arm wrapped around Spencer while JJ had her hand pressed on your upper back and above your chest to keep you balanced.

“Heh, so humble.” were your last words before blacking out.

“A medic! Somebody get a medic, goddammit!” Spencer yelled, as he and JJ slowly followed you to the door, “Y/N? Stay awake.” 

()()()()()()

You woke up with bright white lines shining in your eyes. Confused you tried to sit up, but painfully failed.

“Y/N? Wait, Y/N, no, no, no, no, no, lay down.” you heard Morgan’s voice and felt him slowly and gently push you back down to the pillow, “How you feeling, kiddo?”

“Like sunshine.” you mumbled sarcastically. You heard Spencer chuckle, “I’m sorry. You were right.”

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re safe now.” he said. His face dropped, “Y/N, I’m honestly impressed by the hints you gave us. It was clever, and you just saved a bunch of lives.”

“They’re going to have to question you soon. They don’t care what condition you’re in.” Morgan stated.

“I don’t even really remember.” you whispered, eyes closing from exhaustion. 

“They’ll do a cognitive interview with you, then. It won’t be fun. But for now, get some rest.” Spencer knew that it didn’t matter what he said anyway, because you were already half way asleep. He was glad that you were falling asleep on your own accord, rather than from being knocked out or drugged up, and smiled at you. He swore then to do better at keeping you safe, and also not to underestimate you, either. How you knew that he would pick up on something as simple as a last name and a cemetery chain was beyond him, but it made him realize that you were actually much smarter than you ever let off. He patted your head gently, before falling asleep in a chair near your bed. 

[truglori]

Homebody (Ch.12)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning: Language, Smoking

1 1/2 months later

The music from Amiyah’s speaker played at a low level. She was currently in the process of setting up an organizer for her perfume collection. Going back in forth between the instructions on the manual and screwing in the tiny nails she was growing frustrated. It’s been almost and hour now and she was only able to put together two shelves. Throwing down the paper she stood up and slipped on her house shoes. Amiyah needed a break to keep herself from becoming irritated so she walked to the kitchen for a snack.

Keys unlocking the front door caught her attention. It was Durk walking in with another Louis Vuitton bag for the fourth time this week. Amiyah knitted her eyebrows together wondering what was up with all of the shopping he’s been doing. She watched him walk to his to put away his items before he walked back into the livingroom.

“What’s up sis? You didn’t have to work today?” Durk asked pulling out his weed tray and breaking down the bud.

Amiyah walked over to him and sat down. “Nope I was just getting ready to make me some food but I’m too tired to cook.” Taking a pillow she cradled it in her lap.

He snickered rolling up his blunt. “I’ll order something for you if you want?”

Nodding her head Amiyah grabbed the remote to the tv and turned it on. She flipped through the channels hoping to find something to ease her mind for the moment. Durk leaned back next to her sparking up the blunt. Amiyah watched him inhale and exhale the smoke through his nose. Reaching her hand out she made a gesture asking for a hit.

“You know damn well you don’t smoke.” He removed the blunt from his mouth but handed it to her anyway. Durk figured it would be funny to see her try to get high for the first time.

Amiyah grabbed it using her nail tips she took a pull and inhaled the smoke smoothly and blew it out. She did it a few times and then she passed it back.

Durk furrowed his brows looking surprise before sending her a blank stare. “Miyah who the hell taught you how to do that?” He asked gently snatching the blunt away from her.

She laughed and was about to say his name before she caught herself. Shrugging her shoulders her eyes fell to the floor. The grip on her pillow tightened against her chest. Her memory went back to the night she watched how Erik did his technique in the car and she copied him. The thought of him made her sad all over again. Amiyah would always do good until she did something that reminded her of him then she would get a strong feeling of emotions that washed over her.

It’s been over a month since she last seen him. Since the night she ended it with him to be exact. After that it was like he never existed. No more phone calls or text messages. He hasn’t even been by the apartment since then either. Before, if she saw her brother coming in she knew that Erik would be right there behind him with his beautiful smirk on his face that displayed his dimples. But there’s been nothing and it made her miserable inside.

Amiyah didn’t want to be the reason for him to not come over anymore. She was used to seeing his face almost every other day and to see that it changed because of her made her upset with herself. Not only that, because of his absence, Amiyah didn’t know if Erik and her brother were still good friends. Durk had mentioned his in a conversation a week after their last exchange and that was the last time. Amiyah was worried about him. She wanted to know how he was doing but mostly she wanted to have a second chance with him.

“Yo what you got a taste for?” Durk snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Uh it doesn’t matter. Whatever you order.” She sighed sitting the pillow next to her.

He nodded his head as he finished his blunt putting it in his ashtray. A text notification came to his phone. Amiyah heard him curse before messaging whoever it was back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just going back and forth with this promoter about letting me throw a bash at the club for the night. You know with Valentines Day coming up on Saturday.” Durk answered staying on his phone.

Amiyah knitted her brows. “Why you tryna throw a bash? Why not just get VIP and call it a night?” She asked confused leaning her head on her hand.

Durk smacked his lips. “Because I’m doing this for the whole hood. Plus it’s a celebration for something else that I’m not telling yo nosy ass about. But I’m have my niggas to the right and nothing but bad bitches to the left. It’s bout to be a movie.” He playfully plucked her nose before getting up going into the kitchen.

Amiyah followed after she heard who he planned to have there. Erik popped into her head. She wanted to know if he was going to be one of the members in the group. She had to know so she figured she could ask for an invite.

“Well can I go?” She sat on the counter next to him.

Durk chuckled. “Since when you go to parties?”

“Since now. So can I come?” Folding her arms she pressed for the second time.

“No. Amiyah I’m not allowing you around these people. You know I don’t like you being around that type of shit anyway.” He stated while eating grapes from out of the package.

Amiyah scoffed. “ ‘Allow’? Durk I thought we just made up about this. You promised you would stop treating me like a baby and let me live and learn responsibility. That was what you told me, remember?”

After her and Erik’s first argument she had him take her home. Later that night Durk came back to find her there. He was happy that she decided to come back and they talked out their problems. Amiyah told him how she felt about him treating her like a child and how he had to stop. Durk was hesitant but agreed in letting her make her own choices from now on to help her become responsible.

Placing the bag of fruit on the table Durk eyed his sister folding his arms as well. He shook his head as he gave in.

“Damn alright you can go but yo ass is standing beside me the whole night. I’m not playing with you Amiyah.”

Interrupting him Amiyah hopped off the counter jumping up and down clapping her hands. She skipped up to him and wrapped her arms around his body giving him a bear hug.

“Thank you big brother!” She grabbed his face bringing it down to kiss his cheek.

“Miyah stop acting like I keep yo ass chained up in this house all day ‘fore I change my mind. Extra ass.” He pushed her away.

“Okay I have to get an outfit, my nails done. Can I bring Kelly? Who’s all going to be there?” She rushed him with questions.

“I guess you can bring the one and only lil friend you got.” He laughed.

Amiyah pushed his shoulder. “Okay but who’s gonna be there?” She asked hoping to get the answer she was anticipating for.

He shrugged. “I don’t know shit Moe, Erik, Cane, and a few other people I rock with.”

Her heart stopped when she heard Erik’s name. But when she heard Cane’s she felt her stomach flutter with nerves. How the hell did her brother know Cane? It was too much for her to catch up with the fact that two of the guys in his circle had her caught up. If they were both planning on being at the bash then Amiyah would try her best to avoid being around them at the same time.

“Cool!” She gave a half smile.

Durk snapped his fingers. “Oh I’ve been meaning to ask you. Your birthday coming up in a few weeks. Got any plans?”

“No not really. Why?” She stepped closer trying to figure out what he had planned.

“If you down I was thinking outta the country and a place that has dazzling white sand and water so clear that you can see your toes in it. What you think about that?” He asked speaking in a narrator tone.

Amiyah covered her mouth. “Please tell me you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about?”

Durk laughed at her reaction. “You tryna go to Turks and Caicos or what?”

Amiyah jumped on him as he caught her. Turks and Caicos was one of her top places she had on her traveling bucket list. She couldn’t believe that he was able to make this happen for her. She was truly greaful but curious.

“Wait I want to go but why you trying to bring me now? You coming up on here with shopping bags every other day and now you taking me on vacation. I mean I know you got money and everything but did you win the lottery or something?” She asked playfully unable to contain her smile.

He laughed. “You asking too many questions. Next week I’ll give you some money so you can start shopping for the trip. But right now I got to go check out the venue I’ll be back. Love you kid.” He tapped her head before leaving.

Amiyah smiled watching her brother disappear out the door.

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“So you tryna tell me you never saw the movie Soul Food?” Harmony stopped in the middle of crocheting her blanket.

Erik chuckled shaking his head. “Nah I told you I wasn’t a big movie watcher growing up.”

“But Soul Food is a classic though. Like how you do as a black person go your whole life without watching it? Make it make sense Erik?” She giggled going back to her knitting.

“Damn you ain’t gotta come for my childhood like that though.” He sat up on her furniture.

“Oh that’s right I keep forgetting your younger than me so I understand.”

Erik rolled his eyes shaking his head. He was 25 and she was 26. Harmony only had him by one year and always had to bring it up almost every time they got together. But Erik knew it was nothing but jokes with her. They were at her duplex hanging out for the afternoon. Over the past couple of weeks Erik got acquainted with Harmony really well. Her and her brother took over the bar where she worked that her parents passed down to them. She lived right around the block from him. But also they had a lot in common. Both were private people, had similar taste in music, like the same foods, and the lastly great at being single.

Harmony surprised him the first time they had a real deep conversation. She let him know that she wasn’t too bothered with trying to get into a relationship. She said she always had problems in the past so she never did much to try to strive for a new one, but she did remain open minded in the same instance. To Erik she was cool about it and didn’t really bring it up unless he spoke on the subject. They were only friends but they did mess around two or three times, if you want to count a quickie in the bathroom of the bar that she worked at as once.

Their escapades started two weeks ago. Erik thought for sure that he was going to have to deal with her sudden clingy-ness but it didn’t turn out like that. He had to reach out to her afterwards and Harmony told him that she was okay with being friends and fucking at the same time. After that they became somewhat close friends.

Erik got a text from Durk asking to meet up with him about the Valentines Day bash he was throwing. Sending a text back that he was on the way he slipped his phone in his pocket and stood up from the couch.

“I would love to stay but I gotta meet up with someone.” He looked down at her.

Harmony stood up nodding her head. “I’ll walk you out.”

Walking to the door Erik turned around. “Listen my mans is throwing this party on Saturday. If you want to come you can if you free.” He sucked in his top lip.

Harmony smirked biting her bottom one. She stepped closer towards him with a hand on her hip. “You tryna introduce me to your boys already?”

He glanced back in her house before back at her. “I’m just inviting you out to have a good time but if you happened to meet them while doing so then shit yeah.”

Grabbing his shirt she pulled him down to her level and kissed him. Erik wrapped one of his free arms around her tiny waist and traveled down her back to her ass cheeks gripping her left one. He felt her moan into his mouth before she broke the kiss.

Wiping the gloss from his lips she pushed him away and smirked. “I’ll be there.” She stated eyeing him up and down and then closed her door on him.

It took Erik twenty minutes to make it to the auto garage. Getting out and locking his car he headed inside to see Durk, Moe, and Cane gathered around one of the vehicles parked inside. The moment Erik made eye contact with Cane he felt the anger within him ignite. Just being in his presence always made Erik put the blame on him for how things between him and Amiyah ended. When he found out that he took her on a date behind his back Erik was heated and wanted to fuck him up but had to hold off because he didn’t want Durk to know the reason behind it but when Amiyah told him that he kissed her Erik was livid. He couldn’t believe that the same kid who he thought he would like was the same one who turned out to be a snake.

Erik kept his distance from Cane since he put the two and two together and kept it that way. They never said a word to each other unless they had to work with Durk. Strictly for business and that’s all. But Erik was still on edge with Cane knowing about him and Amiyah even though they weren’t together anymore, he just didn’t like the fact that the little nigga had something on him.

Walking up to the trio Erik dapped Mor and Durk, purposefully leaving Cane out. Durk gave a look wondering what was the animosity that the two had against each other all of a sudden before shaking it off.

“What’s up E! Fuck you been at nigga?” Durk asked leaning on the hood of the truck.

“Chillin. So what’s going on with this party you throwing? What’s up with that?” Erik stood next to him between him and Moe.

Durk smirked and paused looking at them. “I just figured I could celebrate the fact that I’m fifteen million dollars richer than a bitch and now in business with Shawns old connect.”

“Damn nigga you finally made that shit happen. Now you could put me in charge of some of these corners, take some of the load of your hands.” Cane spoke with excitement as he dapped him up.

Durk laughed. “Nigga you gonna have to earn that shit. Ain’t nothing given over here.” He nudged him back.

Cane smacked his lips shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Aye congrats man.” Moe spoke up.

Durk saluted him before turning to Erik.

“Erik what you think about that? You know when we get our first few keys I’ma need some help. I want you to be my partner.”

“Nah. I’m not tryna get into this type of business man. I told you after this last job we just did three weeks ago was it for me. I’m done.” Erik spoke truthfully.

Durk shook his head. “Well you didn’t look done to me when we was getting that money.”

*Three Weeks Ago*

Moe sat behind the wheel of the all blacked out SUV. Erik rested in the passenger seat while Durk and Cane hid in the back. Parked at least 200 ft away from the small luxurious house with a fence surrounding the perimeter. Erik used his binoculars to find where his target and accomplice were. It was eight at night and Alexis sent Durk a text letting them know that the two of them would be leaving soon. She informed them about the weekend trip he was bringing her on and told them that it would be better for them to come and get the money after they were gone.

Erik heard an irritated sigh leave out of Canes mouth.

“When these muthafuckas gon leave? I’m tryna get these M’s and be out. We already looking suspicious being in this big ass car.” He sucked his teeth putting on his black gloves.

“Nigga would you shut the fuck up. Yo ass been talking for the past ten minutes.” Durk blew out smoke from his blunt.

“Look she said they was gonna be out any minute now so chill the fuck out!” Erik’s voice heightened without looking back.

Within the next fifteen minutes Alexis was walking out with Shawn. They put their luggage in the trunk before hopping inside the car. After a few minutes of observing them Erik watched as they pulled out the gated driveway and down the road. Durk waited until he got a text from Alexis letting him know that they were on the highway heading to the airport. Moe turned on the truck and pulled up right in front of the house to make it easier to getaway. Getting out Erik, Durk, and Cane put on their gloves and ski mask on their heads so that by the time they would walk inside the home they could pull them down to avoid any security cameras.

“Y’all niggas know the fucking drill. We get the money and we out this bitch. Cane grab the duffles.” Durk instructed as he put his glock on his waist.

Erik watched as Cane did was he was told. His expression was irritated by the fact that he had to take orders which Erik figured he wasn’t to doing. Cane had the attitude of trying to be a leader but he just didn’t know how to operate as one yet. Erik picked up his own duffle and walked to the driver side where Moe was seated.

“You remember the signal right? Hit the lock alarm on the truck in a pattern of three times if you feel like something’s wrong.”

“But Durk said not to interrupt unless I actually see someone coming.” Moe stated unsure.

Looking over towards Durk and Cane who were waiting Erik shook his head turning back to Moe. “Trust me man. If you feel like something is wrong give us a heads up. Better safe and out of jail than sorry. Got it?” Erik knitted his eyebrows letting him know that he was serious.

Moe nodded and rolled up his window. Erik then started to hike towards the gate. Entering the code that was given to him he put it in watching the wide gates open slowly. They headed towards the house. Checking around the perimeter of the area, they planned to avoid using the front door. So they asked Alexis to leave one of her side doors unlocked. Cane walked towards it first and wiggled the handle. When the door popped up with ease he looked back and smiled before sliding his mask over his face. Durk and Erik did the same following him inside.

The three pair of eyes wandered around in amaze as the toured throughout the luxurious mini mansion. Erik shook his head as he thought about how Alexis didn’t have a problem risking living like this just to satisfy her selfish needs. She had everything that she ever wanted. Money, cars, the latest fashion, and her hair and nails were always in tip top shape.

Not only that but this house that she could live in full time if she chose to. From the way she would tell them how Shawn was stuck on stupid over her let Erik know that the nigga loved her enough to put up with her and her how shit. There was no way that he was going around town not knowing what his own fiancée was doing. He had to know but just to stupid in love to do anything about it. Erik scoffed to himself never wanting to be that deep in love with someone.

“Aye y’all niggas come up here! I think I got something.” Cane shouted from the top of the banister on the second floor.

Jogging up the stairs, Erik behind Durk, went into the master bedroom. They looked around trying to see why he called them in there.

“Nigga what are we supposed to be looking at?” Durk asked through his mask.

“That’s what I thought when I came in here at first. Nothing looks out of the ordinary but check this out. This some rich shit here.” Going over to the walk in closet Cane pushed aside some of Shawns suits that was hanging up revealing a small red button. When he clicked it the wall slid to the side disappearing.

“You gotta be fuckin kidding me.” Erik whispered to himself.

It was a panic room. Inside the blue neon lit medium sized room was guns holstered against the wall. The ammo inside their cases sat to the side. Erik looked to the right to find that there was some of Shawn’s famous ice pieces laid out on a shelf. All of his most prized possessions was in this room and they had access to all of it. But Erik wasn’t here for that. They had a mission and that was to try and walk out with as much of that money as they can.

“Fuck y’all niggas doing standing around. Get to bagging this shit up.” Durk laughed unzipping his duffel bags.

The money was in a clear casing directly in the middle of the room. It was too much cash to try and fit it all in one duffel bag so they all got three each but it still didn’t look like it would work. Working as fast as they could they were starting to run out of room.

“Durk we don’t have enough bags for this shit.” Cane told him standing up.

Durk looked up at him while placing the stacks in his bags. “So then go run ya ass down to the truck dump it out and come back in here for the rest.” Erik could see that Cane looked confused through his mask. “Now!” Durk yelled.

After the repeated cycle of going back and forth it took them fifteen minutes to gather all of the money. Durk grabbed what he had left and went to the car while Erik and Cane got the rest. To Erik’s surprise everything was going smooth until he seen Cane reach for Shawns jewelry. He knew that it was a bad idea but decided not to say anything. That would be the consequences that Cane would have to deal with and not him.

The sound of the car alarm went off and they immediately ran out of the room and out the house. Throwing the bags in the back Erik hopped back into the car. Moe pulled off once they were safely in. Pulling off his mask he felt Durk slap his shoulder and laughing in celebration as if he just won the lottery.

“With all this money right here. Mufuckas gon be calling me the black Pablo Escobar because I’m bout to take over all of this shit.” Durk laughed smelling the cash.

Erik shook his head. He was glad that it was finally over but deep down inside him he had a terrible feeling that it was the worst decision he ever made.

*Flashback Over*

Erik folded his arms as he jogged his memory of the prior event.“I’ll have to think about it. This some serious shit you asking me Durk. Next level shit.”

Durk smacked his lips. “You always gotta think about some shit instead of doing it. But anyways, I’m doing a lil bash and I want y’all niggas to be there.”

Everyone shook their head agreeing.

“It’s gonna be some bad bitches in there right? I might have to throw on my best walking up in that bitch.” Cane joked around showing off his new Patek Philippe watch.

“I don’t know why you asking. They ain’t gon be worried about ya young broke ass with that pond shop watch you got on.” Durk clowned him rolling his eyes.

Erik smirked watching Cane dismiss him with a wave of his hand. “I’ll be there and I’ma bring a plus one. That’s cool?” Erik asked dapping him up. He seen Cane looking confused at him out the corner of his eye.

“So you done found someone else to get ya dick wet? I thought you was gonna be stuck on that bitch Alexis for a minute.” Durk teased him smiling.

“Fuck you worried about my dick for? Gay ass!” Erik laughed pushing him. “Nah she just a friend. I met her at this bar she work at down from my place. She real cool.” He smiled thinking about Harmony.

“Well I’ll be the judge of that when I meet her. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

The two dapped each other up with a side hug and departed from one another.

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“You sure your brother ain’t gonna have a problem with you putting on that outfit for tonight.” Kelley question Amiyah as she pulled down the front of her dress.

It was finally Saturday night. The night of the Valentine’s Day bash and it was fifteen minutes after nine. They were running late. Durk had told her make it before that time so that she would be let inside without any complications but of course she didn’t listen. Amiyah was stuck choosing between dresses as the time went by. After finding out that Erik was going to be there she wanted to look her best. She hadn’t seen him in a month and she was going to try and impress him some how.

“Why? Do I look okay? Does it fit my body right?” She rambled the questions as she tried to take off the fifth dress for the night.

Kelley rolled her eyes getting. She was already dressed and ready to pick her up by eight thirty but when she walked in Amiyah’s room she was still in her bra and panties.

“You look fine. I think that this is the one you should actually wear. You look beautiful.” She rested her chin on her opened shoulder giving her a soft smile.

Amiyah glanced at her appearance in her body length mirror. She tugged at the pink tie-dye fashion nova Rustic Root Ruched Mini Dress. Her shoulders were out in the open and her cleavage on full display. She knew that there was no way she would be around her brother tonight. Knowing him he would try to send her back home to change and embarrass her in front of everyone. Amiyah blew out air of frustration while throwing her head back.

“Your not just saying that because I’m taking too long are you?” She squinted her eyes at Kelley.

Kelley giggled. “Yes I am but it do look good now let’s hurry up and go before we don’t get in at all.”

Finishing up her final touches Amiyah did a last sweep over her body before grabbing her coat and heading out with Kelley to her car. The club was a good twenty minutes away but with there barely being any cars out tonight they made it in fifteen. Pulling up to the location Kelley and Amiyah both whispered a “damn” at the scene in front of them.

“Your brother wasn’t lying when he said that he was gon have the whole hood pop out.” Kelley exclaimed as she fortunately found parking.

“I guess he wasn’t.” Amiyah whispered to herself. She was starting to feel self conscious about her choice of clothing all over again. The expression was written on her face.

“Listen let me tell you this. We are about to go up in here and have the best night of our lives. We gon dance, diss any niggas that try to step to us, drink, and get fucked up. Don’t worry about what other people think. They already have an idea of you in their head so why stress yourself trying to change it. Fuck what they think.” Kelley lectured while applying her lip gloss.

Amiyah giggled nodding her head. Her confidence level going up just a bit from the pep talk. She answered her back with a “thank you” as they got out the car. Walking hand and hand, they walked to the front of the line. The music blasting on the inside was clearly audible on the out. Sounds of people complaining could be heard when they reached the bouncer.

“I hate to be the one to tell you beautiful ladies but the end of the line is down there.” The tall and buff light skinned bouncer pointed in the direction.

“Oh see we’re with her brother, the one who’s supposed to be hosting the bash, Durk.” Kelley spoke for them.

He raised an eyebrow looking back and forth between them. “Y’all with Durk?”

They nodded in unison while smiling.

“Yeah well you and everyone else. Now get to the back of my line.” His face stern and unfazed.

“Wait Durk is my brother and he told me to be here early but I was running late. Can you just let us in and I’ll bring him back out here to confirm it.” Amiyah pleaded with her hands folded.

“Girl you not the first one that claimed to be some type of family member of his to get in free. Besides I ain’t never heard about Durk having no sister.” The bouncer eyed her up and down with disbelief.

Amiyah sighed. She didn’t even bother to try and call him because she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hear it over the loud music. She gave Kelley an apologetic look as they started to walked to the end but the sound of someone calling her name stopped her.

“Amiyah?”

Turning around she saw Cane walking up to the front. He was wearing a white Christian Dior newspaper denim jean jacket. Underneath was a plain black Dior shirt and black washed jeans to match. Inhaling a sharp breath, Amiyah forgot about him being one of those included.

“Hey Cane. What are you doing here?” She replied softly. She was embarrassed being seen walking to the back of the line.

“I’m here for the party. Why you not inside?” He asked with a smile.

“The bouncer won’t let us in. He thinks we’re just tryna cut the line.” She shrugged rolling her eyes at the security guy.

Cane laughed catching her action. “Do you not know who the host is to this shit? Your brother, that nigga should be escorting you in.”

Amiyah laughed shaking her head.

“Come on. I got y’all.”

Kelley smirked at her as they folded their arms together walking back to the front. They stood next to Cane watching him speak to the guy.

“Yo Diamond, they with me and this is Durk lil sis. Remember her face and think twice next time before you try and keep her from getting in. Got it?” Cane tapped his shoulder creating space for them to walk pass.

“I got it.” The bouncer mumbled letting them by.

When they made it in it was packed to the max in the venue. There was beautiful women and fine men all through the place. Pop Smokes- Hello bombed through the speakers. Bottle girls danced while holding up Don Julio 1942’s and sparklers in the air. Amiyah was impressed with the turn out. She reached for Kelley as they both of their lips curled up with excitement.

“We bout to be lit as fuck.” Kelley yelled over the music.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder she turned to face Cane. His eyes traveling over her body made her stomach fill up with nerves. “Yeah?”

“VIP is up there. I think your brother would want you to be there.” Cane licked his lips. His eyes couldn’t stop going below her face.

Amiyah nodded. “Okay.” She grabbed Kelley’s hand as he led the way up the stairs.

Spotting her brother, Durk had different girls surrounding him. One was twerking on him while the other two recorded and took shots from the tequila bottles. Amiyah rolled her eyes at the sight. Walking over to him she patted his shoulder trying to get his attention.

“Can I help you?” He snapped his head at her.

Amiyah chuckled noticing he was tipsy but also that he didn’t even recognize her. “Really Derrick you don’t even know your own sister?” She folded her arms.

Pushing the girl who was dancing on him out the way he faced her looking over her. Durks face contorted up confused at her outfit.

“Who are you? Because I know Amiyah ass ain’t come out the house like that-“

“Don’t start Durk you promise.” She cut him off reminding him.

He took off his jacket and pushed it towards her. “Here at least put this on.”

Amiyah laughed pushing it away. “I left mine in the car for a reason. Leave me alone.” She started to walk away but felt him grab her wrist.

“Unh uh I didn’t forget. I told you you was going to stay beside me all night, so have fun.” He went back to letting the girls dance on him.

Kelley looked at him with disgust before turning to her friend. “I’m about to get us a drink from the bar. I’ll be back...maybe.” She stated the last part lowly but Amiyah heard it. She watched her leave the VIP section.

Opening up one of the 1942’s that was on the table Amiyah figured she could get her drink on right here. Tilting her head back she allowed the liquor to go down her throat. She made a sour face shaking her head from the taste. She repeated it giving herself four shots. Amiyah wasn’t much of a drinker so it didn’t take much to get her tipsy. Standing on the couch next to her brother she rocked side to side rapping the lyrics along to the song.

“Amiyah sit ya light weight ass down.” Durk yelled drunkenly towards her.

She waved him off and continued to do her thing. From the way she was standing she had a view of whoever was going to come in the section. She thought it was the liquor playing tricks with her until she saw him take more steps coming up. He was dressed in a two tone knitted Givenchy sweater with black jeans. The blinging from his watch and gold chains around his neck caught her eyes. When he smiled he revealed the gold canines in his mouth. His beard looking freshly moisturized and his waves on swim. His eyes were low which told her that he probably smoke a couple of blunts before coming inside. He looked so good.

Amiyah watched as he greeted everyone in the section with salutes and daps before walking up to her brother who was seated next to her.

“Nigga why the fuck you got to come up here and show me out for my shit?” Durk yelled playfully standing up and boxing him.

Amiyah watched as they interacted with each other. At least her question from earlier was answered. They look like they were still best friends.

“Come on man, this light work.” His voice coming out as smooth as butter.

“Yeah whatever nigga.” Durk turned towards her making her status known. “Miyah you not gon say what’s up to Erik?”

When she heard his name she got butterflies in her stomach. It was like it was her first time meeting him all over again. After a month of not seeing him nothing had changed. Her feelings for him never fading but only enhancing the minute she saw him.

“Hey Erik.” She smiled softly putting the bottle that was in her hand down and stepped off the seat.

Erik nodded his head towards her. “What’s good!” He stated nonchalantly. Amiyah couldn’t deny that she was hurt from the tone in his voice. He didn’t even smile at her, only just a nod. But yet they kept eye contact with each other.

“So where she at? I’m trying to meet this “friend”.” Durk asked doing the quotation marks with his fingers.

Amiyah stood to the side confused hearing her brother over the loud music. She didn’t realize that there was a small petite woman standing somewhat behind Erik until her brother mentioned the word ‘she’. She watched as Erik held her hand pulling her in front of him. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her into him as he rocked them side to side lightly.

“This is my friend Harmony. Harmony this is my best friend and brother Durk.” Erik smiled introducing them. Amiyah felt a sting when he didn’t even bother to introduce her.

She laughed holding her hand out to shake his. “Hi it’s nice to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you Durk.”

Amiyah observed Harmony. She was beautiful. Nice brown skin complexion, pretty hair that looked natural like it was hers, her outfit hugged her coke bottle shape. She had the perfect breast to hips and ass ratio. Her waist barely existing. Amiyah took note of everything. Everything that she dreamed to be but wasn’t. Sadness clouded over her face as she watched them embrace each other.

“Well I hope he told you only good things. But fuck all that you are beautiful ma. I don’t know how you ended up with this ugly ass nigga.” Durk joked around.

Erik gave him a straight face before laughing. “Fuck outta here. So what’s up where the drinks at? You know I need my shit.”

Durk nodded his head going to the table and grabbed his personal bottle of Hennessy and handing it to him. “Drink up!”

Amiyah watched him crack open his bottle and drunk it down like it was water. The little action reminding her of the time when she was at his condo and how he sipped on the bitter drink before showing her the crazy things he could do with his tongue. Amiyah bit her inner cheek grabbing her own bottle and throwing it back two more times.

“Damn girl you can drink.” She heard a light voice laugh. Turning her head while wiping her mouth she saw that it was Harmony.

Amiyah smiled shyly. “I’m just tryna turn up while I can.” Her words a little slurred.

“I’m Harmony. I came with Erik.” Harmony held her hand out again.

Amiyah glanced at it quickly before shaking it. “Amiyah.”

“That’s a pretty name. Are you Durks girl?” She asked genuinely.

Amiyah scrunched her face up doing a fake puke. “Uh no that’s my brother. I came here with him and my friend who’s somewhere around here.”

Harmony laughed holding her fist up to her mouth. She shook her head. “I’m sorry I just saw you standing up here next to him that’s all. Erik didn’t tell me he had a sister.”

“It’s okay.” Amiyah turned her direction towards Erik who was sipping on his bottle while listening to whatever Durk was telling him in his ear. Once again she was hurt when Harmony told her that she didn’t know about her.

For the rest of the night she remained in same spot. Babysitting the area. Kelley came back a few times trying to get her to sneak away but she didn’t want to. Her mood was ruined every time she would look in their direction to find Harmony grinding on Erik and him standing there catching what she was throwing. So she drunk her bottle and danced next to her brother who would wrap his arm over her shoulder as they rapped to whatever song was playing.

In the mist of the party Amiyah saw Erik whisper something to Harmony before getting up to leave the section. She figured she could use this chance to find him and talk to him. To see how he was doing. To get him to look at her the way he used to. Anything to be near him.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Amiyah shouted to her brother who only nodded his head drinking out of her bottle.

Walking out the section she bumped and squeeze passed the bodies. She didn’t have a clue where he went. She thought she could catch up with him but with a crowd like the one that was in there tonight it was hopeless. Amiyah gave up trying to search for his frame over the party goers. She strolled to the back hall that held the bathrooms. Going inside the music level dimmed down making it easy to hear if someone was to have a conversation back here.

Dragging her fingers across the wall, her head stayed down not paying attention to what was in front of her causing her to bump into someone.

“Damn my bad.” His deep voice spoke lowly.

Looking up, it was Erik. His eyes were low and going over her body as he stroked his beard.

“It’s o-okay.” Her words becoming a stutter.

Erik nodded his head. She looked tipsy to him or maybe even drunk. He never seen her in this state so it was hard for him to decipher. But Erik knew that he couldn’t leave her alone like this. He wanted to make sure that she was okay.

“You good? You look a lil fucked up.” He spoke bluntly.

“I’m fine. I didn’t have that much.” Amiyah replied. She was tipsy but still was aware of what she was doing.

“I could wait until your finished in the bathroom. We could walk back together.” Erik shoved his hands in his pockets.

Amiyah leaned on the wall with her hands behind her back. “I don’t think your girlfriend would like the sight of us coming back at the same time.”

He smirked as his jaw clenched. “You worried about her when all I’m trying to do is make sure you make it back safe. I don’t want none of these weird ass niggas trying shit. But you thinking about Harmony.” He shook his head as he leaned against the other wall directly in front of her.

“I’m just saying she might get the wrong idea-“

“She’s not my girl.” Erik spoke up cutting her sentence.

Amiyah rolled her eyes and scoffed. “You told me that the last time.” She mumbled knowing he could hear.

Erik’s faces scrunched up. “What’s it to you? Why does it matter if she’s my girl or not?” His arms now folded.

“Because I just find it funny how quick you moved on that fast.” Amiyah snapped looking him up and down.

Erik chuckled. “But wasn’t it you that broke up with me? So I don’t get how you could be hurt by the fact that I’m moving on and you stuck.”

“No Erik I’m hurt at the fact that you act like nothing happened between us.” She was gaining her liquid courage when she stepped in his face. “And how you can just bring her here to meet my brother but not have the decency to even look my way.”

Erik sucked in his bottom lip watching her express herself. “Still don’t know what that got to do with you.” He shrugged.

He was just as hurt as she was. His feelings for her were still raw and there but he wanted to make her feel the same way he felt when she ended it with him. When Erik introduce Harmony to Durk and not Amiyah he did it on purpose. The way he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body close to his was on purpose. The way he let her dance on him in front of her was on purpose. He could feel her stares on them. Erik was hurt and he wanted her to know what he was feeling.

Amiyah scoffed shaking her head. “What is it about her that’s so special? What? The fact that you can fuck her without having to worry about her crazy ass brother finding out about it. That’s why you’re fucking her?”

Erik chuckled. “How would you know if I’m fucking her or not?”

“For you to be some drug dealer you sure are a fucking coward Erik!” Amiyah pushed his chest but he caught her by the wrist.

“I told you I’m not a fucking drug dealer and for someone to not ride dick...you sure are riding mine. Why you worried about who I’m fucking if you ain’t the fucking me?” Erik’s words were hard.

Amiyah stared at him. “I hate you.” She mumbled looking at his lips trying to free herself.

Erik backed her into the wall. He put her hands above her head and interlocking their fingers as he looked down at her and towered over her body. “Fuck you say to me?”

“I said I hate you-“

Her words were cut off with his lips connecting to hers. His hold left her hands and his arms wrapped around her waist. Traveling down to her ass he cupped both cheeks firmly. Erik felt his dick jump when she moaned into his mouth . Her tongue gliding with his as he felt the warmth of it overtaking his body. It’s been over a month since he felt her lips. Erik’s heart was beating fast knowing that it was risky to be making out with Durks sister and how anyone could walk in and see them. But he couldn’t stop and didn’t want to.

Amiyah moaned as she held his face bringing him impossibly closer than what he already was. She could taste the Hennessy off of his tongue mixed with her tequila. She was putting everything that she was feeling into this kiss. She wanted him to know that she missed him and wanted to start over. She didn’t mean it when she said that she hated him. With the alcohol and emotions getting in the way she wanted to say anything to keep him by her.

Erik pulled away with a tug of her lower lip and placed a soft peck on it. He cursed at himself for falling weak for her once again. No matter how much space they had away from each other she was always able to pull him in.

“What is it about her that I’m not?” Amiyah interrupted his thoughts. She tried to stop herself from asking the question but she wanted to know.

Erik sighed putting his forehead against hers. “You gotta learn how to stop questioning yourself when it comes to these other females. Your beautiful ma. Stop that shit.” He gave her one last kiss on the top of her head as he left her standing there alone going back to the party.

“Okay.” Amiyah whispered to herself.

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[softholand]

drunk words, sober thoughts - t.h

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: alcohol, swearing, sexual themes, lap dance, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, smut

word count: 4k

a/n: it’s here, my first ever smut, go easy on me, i’m fucking nervous!!!! i wanna thank @missevrythingg for helping me, i wouldn’t dave done it without you, i love you ray 💖 i really hope you guys enjoy!! i also made a playlist for this fic, it really sets the mood for it!! again, english in not my first language so there’s probably some mistakes/typos, just pretend you didn’t see it! ;) oh and please, do let me know what you guys think, it really helps! i love you all, happy reading! 💓

It had been a long time since Tom last saw you. Between his acting career and your college scholarship in Canada, you guys barely kept contact for the last year. That’s why, when you finally came back home, he decided to throw you a surprise birthday party.

Sam was responsible to bring you to the club Tom had rented for the night, with the excuse that the place had just opened and it was a success already. He told you to get dressed and since Tom’s car was already full of people, he offered you a drive, which you gladly accepted.

Music was blasting from the nightclub when Sam parked his car near the entrance of the building, making you even more excited to be celebrating your birthday with your childhood friends. It wasn’t until you stepped foot in the club and saw all your friends with a giant banner on top of their heads saying “Happy 21st Birthday, y/n!” that you realized the party was, in fact, for you.

Sam was the first to hug you and wish you a happy birthday, but from the corner of your eye, you saw Tom approaching you with a smirk the size of the place on his face, making you sure it was his idea.

“Surprise!” He whispered in your ear as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. “You little shit!” That was the only thing you could say upon realizing he was, in fact, the mastermind behind all of this.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s your 21st birthday, I had to!” Tom stated, making you roll your eyes. “No, you didn’t! But thank you!” You answered, giving your friend another hug.

The rest of the boys greeted you, all wishing you a happy birthday, which you thanked, hugging each one. Suddenly you saw Cara, one of your friends from high school that had unfortunately moved to Australia and you hadn’t seen her since.

“No, you didn’t!” You screamed, making direct eye contact with Tom. “I did it!” He stated, making your smile grow even wider. Without wasting time, you run to your friend, hugging her like she was going to disappear at any minute.

“I can’t believe you’re here! I missed you!” You said, smiling so much that your cheeks hurt. “I missed you too, y/n/n! And yeah, I couldn’t believe either when Tom Holland contacted me, wanting to bring me to England!” She said, making both of you laugh.

Once you had greeted all of your friends, Tom went to the stage with a microphone, shouting “It’s time to party!” at the top of his lungs, making everyone scream and celebrate. “Crazy In Love” started to play as soon as he left the stage and that was only the beginning. Tom knew your obsession with old pop, so throughout the night, he made sure the DJ played all your favorites.

Between the bar special drinks and tequila shots, you lost track of time and were now dancing “I’m A Slave 4 You” with your girlfriends. The song blasted from the speakers, the alcohol in your system making you lose control of your own body. Cara still remembered some of the choreography of the song, from when you two were kids and used to learn all of Britney Spears's music videos, and so practically obliged you to do it with her.

Tom, Harrison, Tuwaine, Harry, and Sam were sitting in one of the dark red booths at the back of the club, with beers in hands, watching as you and Cara gave a show to everyone present.

“When did y/n get so hot?” Harry was the first to point out, making his twin brother chuckle. “While she was in Canada, apparently!” Tuwaine shrugged, gulping the icy liquid in his hands.

“Tom, you better close your mouth, you’re going to catch flies!” Harrison teased his friend, earning him a deadly glare. “Fuck off!” Tom shoved him, before going back to admiring how your body moved perfectly to the music.

When the first notes of “I Love Rock ‘N’ Roll” started, your drunk body made its way into the stage, grabbing the microphone, ready to lip-sync another one of your favorites songs. Your friends all gathered at the front of the stage, screaming and encouraging you to keep going. You still remembered Britney’s classic performance and so, you tried your best to copy her movements, just like in the music video.

Screams filled the crowded space of the nightclub while you pretended to sing the song. Cara and another one of your friends joined you on the stage, pretending to be your back singers. The boys observed you while you played with the microphone cord, twisting it on your finger. What they didn’t expect was for you to get on your knees, continuing the, rather sexy, performance on the stage floor.

“Holy shit!” Harrison exclaimed, not drawing the attention of his friends, who were busy watching you. “Should we do something?” Asked Sam, clearly concerned by your, rather drunk, actions. “Yeah, get closer!” His twin brother answered, getting off the booth and making his way to the stage, quickly being followed by the others.

When your eyes caught Tom’s brown (and lusty) ones, you made a point of getting close and teasing him by playing with his hair, which made everyone else lose their minds over it. When the song ended, he helped you get out of the stage while your friends applauded, praising you for the performance.

“Need some help there, love?” Tom asked, securing you in his arms when your legs felt like jelly. “Nope! I’m goooood!” You answered, extending the o’s, completely out of your mind.

“I see! Maybe you should slow down the drinks?” You knew Tom was just trying to help you, but being in your embriagate state, you just shushed him, putting a finger on his lips. “I have a better idea, what if... we did more shots?” You shouted, getting out of his embrace and making your way to the bar.

A couple more hours had passed and unfortunately, the party was coming to an end. Some of your guests had already left, but the ones that stayed were left on the dancing floor, with not so much energy as before.

But everything changed when “Dance for You” by Beyoncé started to play, you didn’t know how but a chair appeared in the middle of the dancing floor, completely out of nowhere. You immediately understood what whoever put that chair there wanted and if you haven’t before, your friends shouting “lap dance” had also made it very clear.

As intoxicated as you were, you knew exactly who you wanted on that chair. Seductively, you made your way to Tom, making grabby hands once you were in front of him. The screams only increased when he accepted your invitation without so much of a protest.

Making your way to the chair, you made Tom sit, going around it and putting your hands on his shoulders. To be completely honest, you had no idea what you were even doing. You never gave a lap dance before, so this was new territory for you. But your friend's screams and Tom’s lusty eyes gave you all the encouragement you needed.

Your hands explored every inch of his body, through his chest, abs, neck, shoulders, what your hands could reach, you were touching, always making sure to get close to his ear and tease him as best as you could.

You used the music to your advantage, moving your body to the beats, making sure to emphasize your hips. When you finally sat on his lap, it was like the end of a war, everyone was celebrating, screams and whistles could be heard even with the loud music.

Tom didn’t know what to do, he just awkwardly sat there, with his hands by his sides, dying to touch you. His wishes came true when you finally took his hands, putting them on your waist, where they stayed glued to your body. You continued your performance, grinding, swirling, doing all the things you knew about lap dance and by Tom’s reactions, you seemed to be doing a really good job. His eyes were on your body all the time but they seemed different, now dark shades of brown, almost black, covered his once hazel irises.

The song was, unfortunately, coming to an end, and to finish your show, you properly took a seat in Tom’s lap, straddling his waist, and this time, you could feel how much he was enjoying your performance. With the position, your already revealing dress left nothing to the imagination, and locking your eyes with his, you saw nothing but lust and desire, very different things that you used to see in your friend's stare.

You leaned in and he did too, and once your faces were only millimeters away, you suddenly lost all the courage on your body and pulled away, burying your face into his neck instead. Next thing you know, you were being helped into Tom’s car while your friends discussed where you were gonna spend the night.

“I can’t bring her home like that, her parents are going to kill me!” You heard Tom say. “Well, let’s take her to our place then! We can send them a text saying she’s staying with us.” Sam offered and the rest of the group seemed to agree since you didn’t hear any more discussion.

You must have blacked out again because suddenly you were being put in a bed. “Where am I?” You asked, feeling your throat dry. “You’re at my house, darling! It’s okay, you can sleep now!” You heard Tom’s voice but couldn’t find him with your blurred vision. “No, I don’t wanna sleep!” You protested, sounding like a three-year-old, which Tom chuckled.

“What do you wanna do then?” He pushed, and you felt a weight on the bed. “I can think of some things…” You whispered, passing your fingers through his shirt, feeling his hard abs underneath your palms. “y/n, you’re drunk!” Tom tried warning, earning him a scoff. “You are too!” You mocked, really sounding like a child now.

“Yeah, and that’s why we’re not gonna do anything that we may regret tomorrow.” He said, taking your hand in his. “Nooo, I want you!” At this stage, your mouth had a mind of its own because you couldn’t even process the things you were saying and that was one of them.

“I’m sorry, darling! We can talk about this tomorrow when we’re both sober. Okay?” Tom was trying. He was trying so hard to not give in to your pressure, you were practically begging him to sleep with you. But no, he couldn’t. You were both drunk and this type of decision shouldn’t be made under the influence of alcohol.

“You’re no fun!” You complained, earning another chuckle from him. “Yeah, yeah! You’re gonna thank me tomorrow!” He told you and once you didn’t respond anymore, he realized that you had fallen asleep.

He then took off your shoes, your makeup with one of his spare makeup remover wipes and exchanged your dress for one of his old shirts, making you the most comfortable he possibly could, since he knew you were going to have a pretty bad hangover the next day.

Oh, the next day. You woke up feeling like the whole world was spinning, you felt nauseous, your head was pounding and you smelled like alcohol. Opening your eyes, you saw a bottle of water and some painkillers by your side, which you were quick to chug all down.

“Good morning, birthday girl!” Harrison’s voice was like a hammer to your already sore head. “Please, don’t! I’m dying!” You pleaded, laying down again.

“Oh, c’mon! Wore yourself out yesterday?” Harry’s voice came out of nowhere, but you were too tired to further investigate. “How bad was it?” You asked, actually scared of the answer.

“You know… the normal! You drank, danced, drank more, did a lip sync of a Britney Spears song, drank some more…” Harrison started to point out, making you groan and hide your face in the covers.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m in Tom’s bed, wearing only one of his shirts… Does that mean we…?” you inquired, making the boys loudly groan. “y/n, c’mon! No, he slept on the couch!” Harry grunted, making a disgusted face.

“But you gave him a lap dance!” Sam’s voice startled you, making you jump on the bed.

“I did what?!!!!!!” You shouted, making the pounding in your head even worse. “I knew you weren’t going to remember so I recorded everything.” Harrison’s passed you his phone.

And just like he said, there you were, in Tom’s lap, with your tits practically in his mouth, while you danced and swirled your hips to a Beyoncé song. “No, no, no, no! Why did you guys let me do that?” You asked, completely perplexed with your actions.

“Well, you seemed to be enjoying it and it was your birthday party, we didn’t want to ruin your day,” Harry said, which earned him a death glare. “But my day is ruined! How am I supposed to face Tom now?!” You questioned, looking dumbfounded at your friends.

“Well, you better think about something because our families planned a brunch in a couple of hours,” Sam told you, matter of factly, making you loudly groan and slide even further under the covers.

Half an hour later, you were forced by your friends to get up, take a shower and get ready for brunch, since there was no way your parents would let you miss it, it was your birthday after all. With a simple summer dress, that you had laying around at the boy's place and sunglasses that were the size of your head, you made your way downstairs, where they were already waiting for you.

“Good morning!” Tuwaine’s deep voice startled you from his place on the couch, next to Tom, who you completely ignored. “Please, don’t!” You protested, feeling a hammer in your head every time you took a step.

Quickly, you made your way to the garage, not wanting to face Tom in any circumstances. Once he and the twins got into his car, Tom made his way to the restaurant where your families were already waiting.

To say the brunch was a complete disaster was an understatement. You were practically a zombie, the food at your plate made you want to throw up and the pain in your head was not ceasing. You could see Tom sneaking glances, trying to talk to you, but you looked away and dismissed him every time, you were just too embarrassed to even look at him.

When the torture was finally over, your parents asked if you wanted to come back home but you decided to stay with the boys, since you knew you had to talk to Tom at some point. The ride back was silent, only the sound of the radio could be heard and to be honest, the tension was starting to get you. Once Tom parked the car in front of the house, you and the twins were getting out when he stopped you.

“You can go ahead, I want to show y/n a place.” He said and you immediately looked at him with your brows raised, having no idea what he was talking about, but praying it didn’t have anything to do with last night's events.

Once the twins were out, you got into the passenger seat and Tom drove away, not even saying a word to you. The drive was short and just a couple of minutes after, he was pulling into an empty parking lot. Turning off the car, he put one of his arms behind the passenger seat, facing you completely.

“Oh, that’s it?” You asked, clearly confused with what was going on. “There wasn’t a place, y/n! I just wanted for us to be alone so we could talk.” Tom stated.

“Tom, let’s not…” You tried to brush off the conversation but he wasn’t having. “Yes, y/n! What’s going on? Why are you avoiding me?”

“Please, Tom! Don’t pretend nothing happened last night!” You rolled your eyes, still avoiding his gaze. “I’m not the one pretending here! You won’t even look me in the eye!” He huffed, getting tired of your behavior.

“I’m ashamed, okay?!!!” You screamed, losing your inner battle and finally looking at him. “God, the things I did to you last night were… awful!” You said, quickly averting his gaze.

“I wouldn’t use that word!” Tom smirked, making you roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Seriously, y/n! It’s not that serious!”

“It is to me, Tom! I’m not used to stuff like that!” You told him, getting tired of the conversation. “Well, it’s not like I haven’t thought about you like that!” The boy tells you.

“You what?” Looking back at him, you could see a giant smirk plastered on his face. “Oh, c’mon y/n! Don’t tell me you never thought about it?” Tom inquired, making you suddenly nervous.

“What? No! I mean… yeah, you’re… you’re hot but… no! Never like... that!” You tried your best to keep your voice steady and not give in to him but your stuttering made it clear you were failing.

“Really? That’s a shame! Because you looked stunning sitting on my lap last night. Made me think about so many things to do to you.” He whispered, very close to your ear, making you squirm on your sit.

“Tom…” You moaned, feeling his hot palm on your thigh. “What is it, y/n?” Tom asked, looking at you with eyes full of lust and desire, all for you. “Kiss me!” You begged and in seconds, his lips were on yours.

You were lying before, of course, you had already thought about Tom in more… sexual ways. The boy was practically a greek god, there was no way you couldn’t notice how his perfect six-pack showed even underneath his stupidity tight T-shirts. But nothing in this world could prepare you for the overwhelming sensation you felt when you kissed. It was like a fire ignited inside of your body and only he could help make it stop.

When the kisses weren't enough anymore, you tried to get into his lap, but the positions you were in prevented you from that. “Backseat?” He asked, breathing heavily. “Yes!” You desperately nodded.

In quick but awkward movements, you and Tom made your way to the backseat and he didn’t lose time by putting you in his lap, encouraging you to grind on his already hard bulge. “You’re so hot!” He breathed between kisses, making you grind even harder.

“Tom…” You moaned, putting one of your hands on his pants, teasing his still clothed cock, while the other stayed on his broad shoulders, steadying yourself. Moans filled the car once Tom put one of his hands on your core, already dripping wet. “God, look at you!” He praised, biting your bottom lip.

“Tom, please…” You pleaded, moving your hips faster, trying to get some relief. “What do you want, darling?” He murmured, putting your underwear to the side, coating his fingers with your slickness. “Fuck!” You cried out, begging him to keep touching you.

“It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you!” Tom increased his movements and in seconds you were a mess on top of him, moans mixed with curse words left your mouth, making him even more eager for you. “Tom!” You moaned, taking his hand off of you when you were on the edge of your high, making him raise his brows.

“I wanna cum with you!” You whispered and at that moment, Tom felt completely intoxicated with you. Smirking, he fished a condom from his wallet, before taking his pants and boxers off. You wrapped your hand around his shaft, spreading his precum, feeling him twitch only with your touch.

Teasingly, you took the package out of his hands and opened it with your teeth, before sliding the latex material on his cock. “You know we don’t have to, right? I mean, I want to but if you don’t, that’s okay!” Tom let you know, and the look in his eyes told you he was telling nothing but the truth. “I know! But I want to!” You stated, making him smile before colliding his lips on yours.

One of Tom’s hands goes to your hip to guide you onto him as you hold your underwear to the side. Moans fill the car as you sink onto him, both of you at a loss of words with this new overwhelming sensation. “So fucking good!” You gasp, as Tom starts to help you move your hips up and down, increasing the speed with each move.

It doesn’t take long for you to be reaching your high but this time Tom will not let you escape. He presses one of his slender fingers on your clit, doing circular motions that drive you insane. “Tom, don’t stop… oh, fuck!” Your walls clench around him, as you feel your orgasm washing over in waves of pleasure.

“You good?” He asks with a cocky smirk after a few minutes of your racked breaths, making you want to slap it out of his face. “Not bad!” You tease him, quickly regretting your choice of words when he starts pounding into you with no mercy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cried, closing your eyes with the amount of pleasure he’s giving you.

“What is it, darling? I can’t hear you!” It’s his turn to tease you and after a few minutes, you’re left moaning out his name again, like it’s the most blessed praying in the world. “y/n, fuck!” With the feeling of your body convulsing on top of him, Tom loses the battle and as he screams your name, you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, making you clench around him.

With heavy breaths and sore bodies, you and Tom stay glued to one another, in silence, enjoying the post-sex feeling. “God, we should have done this a long time ago!” Tom smirks, making you chuckle. “Absolutely!” You laugh, leaving a kiss on his swollen lips.

Once you two had cleaned up and Tom got rid of the used condom, he invited you for ice cream, and, to be honest, how could you deny it? The place he took you was like a unicorn dream, the walls were pink with colorful sprinkles painted on it. After you were both seated on a rainbow table, a waitress came offering you a smile, before taking your orders, chocolate fudge for you, vanilla bean for Tom.

“So…” He said, trying to start a conversation. “So…” You copied him, feeling suddenly aware of what you two had done. “I’m… you know what? I’m just gonna ask it! What we did before was just… sex for you?” Tom blurted out, making your whole body fill with anxiety.

“Oh, I… I don’t know. I mean, I was... hoping not?” You answered, using the courage still left on your body. “Yeah?” He smiled, seemingly relaxed with your choice of words. “Me too!” He completed, taking one of his hands in yours.

You smiled, feeling completely enamored with the boy sitting in front of you. Leaning in, you kissed his lips, sweetly and slowly, feeling his smile grow between the kisses. Once you were done with the ice cream, he took you to the park, where you stayed until sunset, holding hands, stealing kisses, and watching adorable old couples doing the same things you were doing, even after all the years together.

“So… did you enjoy your birthday?” Tom asked, as soon as you took a seat on the freshly cut grass in front of a beautiful lake with a couple of swans peacefully swimming. Smiling, you leaned in, placing a kiss on his lips, before answering. “It was the best!”

tagging some mutuals: @definitely-not-black-cat @stuckonspidey @bi-writes @missnxthingg @peeterparkr @tomhollandthing @wazzupmrstark @screamholland @fallinfortom @duskholland