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chaoticgeminate · 3 years ago

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Never Really Over - Sparks Fly (i)

Pairing: Francisco Morales x Female Reader x Dieter Bravo Rating: E (Explicit, Minors DNI) Warnings/Possible Triggers: Vague mentions of past/present substance use (coke and alcohol), Dom/Sub elements, M/M/F, SHAMELESS smut

Word Count: 10.6K Notes: This started out as angst (which I hate to write) and then the lovely @ezrasbirdie and @wordsnwhiskey let me talk it out to them and woke up the whore brain who ended up writing this instead so now you get shameless self-indulgent smut.

Other conspirators and spectators to my whore brain at work include @pagannightwitch, @coastielaceispunk, @musings-of-a-rose, and @daddydindjarin who all requested a tag when this was finished so if you enjoyed this please thank them for their hard work in encouraging me. Also throwing a tag out for @lowlights, @iamskyereads, @mandoblowmybackout, and @javierpinme because I have NO DOUBT they were paying attention to my screaming.

I tried really hard not to use any sort of descriptions to code the reader any way other than female but if I did somewhere please let me know kindly. Not beta read at all, ya'll get this raw as hell and I'm still kind of new to writing smut so please be gentle 💙 I have not ever done, nor have the intention of doing, hard drugs and if you or a loved one or friend has a history of use and addiction problems please remember that help is out there for you both for the user and their support system and that even if it's hard and scary to confront it that at least I will be proud of you for taking steps to be the best you that you can be.

“I can’t do this anymore, Frankie. You lied to me about getting help, you lied to me that you were doing better, and I’m done. I deserve better than this, than to be strung along as you spiral out of control no matter how much I try to do anything.”

It was over, you knew there was no other way, you couldn’t keep doing this time and time again and it hurt so badly that tears were stinging at your eyes and your chest burned. You’d found him therapists, you’d made appointments for him, you had Benny and Will help you get him to a medical professional to discuss rehab for his coke and despite all your attempts he stopped therapy and used when you weren’t home.

No matter how hard it hurt, how badly you wanted to stay, nothing would change and you couldn’t allow yourself to crash and burn with him. Frankie wasn’t ready to get help and you had to do what was right for you.

“Firecracker-”

His big brown eyes were gentle and apologetic, so sincerely expressive that you knew you’d break if you didn’t walk away now. That you’d end up right back here the next time you found out he was high, demanding he do better and nothing happening.

Thanks to you his superiors had ignored the first failed drug test, because you had proof he was getting help, they were willing to delay the next one and let him keep his license even if he was flying supervised so long as the next test came back positive.

Coming home to him using had been your final straw.

“Don’t, I’m here to give you this back. I took all of the things I brought with me when I moved into yours and nothing else. I hope that one day you do get help and get better, Frankie, you deserve to be happy and healthy even if you don’t think so.”

You snapped awake at the harsh sound of a door opening, stretching as you looked at your phone while Fleetwood Mac played through the speaker, and Dieter chuckled as he leaned on the door frame of the closet-turned-trailer you had been assigned. Somehow you’d landed a background role in a low budget film (a series of insane events, really, starting with getting the wrong order at a coffee shop and you’d never been able to follow the chain entirely without getting lost) and Dieter had immediately singled you out as the other… single of the group.

Even with your refusals of sleeping with him the man was like a needy baby bird that imprinted on you, seeking you out to talk about the film and practice lines with or ask how he looked when they called cut, and aside from his drug problems he wasn’t all that bad a friend to have on set. Sure he slept with anyone that said yes regardless of their relationship status, being the reason for a number of break-ups (or he ended up in a threesome), but when he wasn’t high the man was actually quite brilliant.

It didn’t help matters that he looked a little like Frankie, though Dieter’s hair was much more unruly and you didn’t think Frankie would ever be caught dead with piercings, but Dieter was also more lean built muscle and more visible softness than Frankie’s broader build and trained muscle that wasn’t completely hidden by the softness of age yet.

It was similar enough that your brain decided to punish you with reminders of Frankie almost every night since meeting Dieter even though it had been five years since you’d walked away.

Blaring sirens echoing in your head warning you about getting tangled with someone like Dieter.

“Hey Newbie, come on I got a party to go to and you’re coming with.” Dieter’s idea of parties was the furthest from yours, something he already knew since you’d argued vehemently in favor of staying back at the hotel with a good book instead of hitting up the local clubs several times now. You weren’t even remotely local to the city, not wanting to end up in some shitty club or shady hole-the-the-wall with a bunch of drunk or high strangers, and he always laughed off your concerns.

Dieter’s lips pursed together and his brows angling in and up, head tucking just enough into the perfect pout, it made your insides churn because even if the color wasn’t right and his eyes had a few less smile lines it was enough of a reminder of your haunting memories that your chest ached much in the same way it used to back then.

Suddenly you just weren’t sober enough to deal with any of this right now.

The memories of the man you’d thought was the one, the presence of Dieter-fucking-Bravo pouting at you in a way that made you think of Frankie, or the fact that your life felt so out of control that you’d be here at all. It was too much to deal with and even if it meant braving some party the idea of just one strong drink was too tempting to pass up.

“Fine.”

Your answer made Dieter’s pout lift into the biggest, smuggest, shit-eating grin as he went through the racks of clothes that had gone unused since your attire kept changing so drastically. He threw a breezy romper at you, one you’d tried on and genuinely liked but wasn’t going to be used in the film, it was comfortable and cute and matched well with your favorite sneakers.

After changing and grabbing your things Dieter nagged at you about falling asleep on set, since he had gone to your hotel room to find you first, and after reminding him that the scenes he was in with you were already filmed and that you were on a different film schedule now the actor gave you a sly grin and said something about fixing it.

“Why am I not surprised?” Your whispered question went ignored as Dieter greeted a majority of the post crew who hadn’t been shy about taking advantage of his Oscar-winning status to party big, Beth and Renee from makeup snagging you between the two of them with a shriek of delight as the rented van drove you to the club Dieter had chosen.

Watching Dieter use his clout to get all of you into the venue, some snazzy casino and night club, would have been impressive if he didn’t flirt with the bouncer and nearly get that same offer rescinded almost immediately.

It was a whirlwind of a place, the pounding music and flashing lights and writhing bodies making the room feel like a furnace, and only the crowd parting for Dieter like some sort of club-Moses got you near the bar in a timely manner. You ordered the strongest drink you could tolerate, ready to find some dark corner and avoid everyone, but Beth and Renee practically dragged you to one of the many small tables scattered around the outskirts.

“Have you fucked Dieter yet? He won’t go near us since our boyfriends are local and he already got Haley and Rose into trouble with their partners.”

“You- you’d cheat on your boyfriends… For Dieter?”

Shouting was necessary over the music and both women nodded without any scrap of hesitation. Before you could ask why the fuck that was a thing Beth downed her drink in two large mouthfuls and scampered off to the dancefloor as the song changed. Renee left her cup with you and your hand covered the top almost right away, dragging the half full beverage to right in front of you and watching the two melt into the crowd of bodies.

“Are you done yet? I want to dance.” Dieter’s presence at your side was so sudden you almost spilled both drinks, glaring at him a little, and the actor only winked behind his ridiculous shades. You stared across the crowd again and for the fraction of a second you could have sworn you saw a standard oil cap in the throng of bodies and flashing lights.

You were not dealing with this tonight.

Dieter whooped as you downed your drink and he finished off Renee’s without a care in the world, you let the actor drag you out to the dance floor hoping that maybe you’d get tired enough to just sleep like the dead tonight. No memories of Frankie, no reminders of what you’d left behind haunting you, and a clearer head after dreamless sleep.

Moving around Dieter’s flailing wasn’t too hard, he was mainly bobbing his head and chest forward and back while swaying side to side with his arms flying like wet noodles, your two-step with raised arms and light swaying was passable evidently since the bodies around you hadn’t immediately started laughing.

But you hadn’t counted on the strength of the alcohol, the heat from the overhead lights and elevated heart rate from dancing making it hit faster, and the world began to blur like out-of-focus Christmas lights. It became easier to laugh more, to not care about moving closer to Dieter when the crowd pressed in tighter, easier to accept another drink because you felt like your mouth was way too dry.

Easier to forget.

You giggled when Dieter disappeared into the crowd after leaving you at a table, since he spotted someone he knew apparently, and your footing was unsteady as you finished off your new drink quickly. Nobody could roofie you if you didn’t have a drink, right? You felt like a right genius in that moment, now you could brag that even drunk you were smart as fuck.

Something knocked your elbow a few minutes later, at least, and the guy that bumped you apologized over the music. His friends were rubbing something on their gums but you couldn’t tell what, too busy talking with Oliver as you forgave him and reassured him that you hadn’t been hurt. You knew him from post and the other two were from lighting, people you had worked with before, so it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

“You here alone?”

“No I jus’ dunno where they all went.”

“C’mere then, we’ll keep an eye on you. Want some snow?”

“Some- where’d ya get snow in the summer?”

Oliver’s laugh was deep and buttery smooth at your question and his friends were grinning too, you wondered what you’d said wrong but the man nudged you and dipped his fingers into a baggie before he smeared the white powder along his gums. “Just a little on your gums, cutie. Like this. I can do it for you if you’d like.”

His phone was ringing but Frankie ignored it in favor of finishing up the car he was working on, he had finally managed to open a garage of his own doing repairs and detailing, and he was busy on one of his last jobs before he’d be closing up to visit the Millers for a week. Adelia was with her mother, he was still struggling with custody issues after Columbia, but he decided to just be patient.

His risk taking had lost him a lot in life.

The machine chimed that the voicemail was coming in and he paused to make sure it wasn’t Paulette asking him to take Adelia or something. He didn’t mind the random requests and here there, if anything it was something that worked in his favor, so he wanted to be hopeful that maybe she’d changed her mind about letting Adelia come with him.

“Fr-Frankie ‘s me.”

Your voice was distorted from loud bass music in the background and you were slurring heavily. Drunk, his brain whispered, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t like that; you were his biggest regret, not that he’d known you but that he hadn’t gotten the help he needed to be what you deserved.

“I need to’pologize for leavin’ya, miss you so much all th’time. S’like I’m stuck on you.”

He couldn’t help but stop to listen, it wasn’t right but he never knew he needed to hear your voice again until just now. You leaving him had led him to Paulette, another coke user from rehab, and she had reported him for the coke after he refused to marry her when she got pregnant with Adelia.

All because she knew he wouldn’t pass his drug tests and that he was already on thin ice.

You had been the best thing in his life and he’d fucked that up because he refused to get help.

“You’re probly happy ‘n doin better now, ‘s how you should be! You deserve t’be better ‘n happy with th’family y’wanted.”

Even drunk out of your damn mind all you wanted was him to be happy and have the things he’d confessed he wanted with you four years ago before he started using, you still thought he was deserving of those things despite the things he had done, and it hurt to sit here listening to this.

A reminder that he’d lost you and you still wanted good things for him. That even after leaving you still thought of him as a good person.

You sniffled loudly into the phone before uttering a soft curse.

“Now I thing I ged’it.”

You had to have shoved something in your nose or pinched the bridge of it with how your speech pattern changed.

“I feel like I cand feel bad ad’all. Even wid’a runny nose I feel uns’doppable.”

High. You were high on cocaine. Now he understood what you meant with your lead in and his hands shook slightly as he felt every ugly rush of anger burn out like a scrap of paper in a bonfire.

Instead of anger his heart sank in his chest and Frankie all but rocketed himself out from under the Toyota to race for the phone before you hung up. He knew you, he knew that you would never have done coke if you were lucid, and he knew that if you were doing this that there was a high chance you weren’t anywhere safe.

“Firecracker?”

“Frangie?”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I don’d- I don’d know.”

His heart felt like it was going to fall out of his body, your breathing becoming harsher as you responded to his sharp tone. He knew it was the drugs, that his sharp anger was causing you to become paranoid, but there was no helping it. If anything happened to you he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from doing something stupid and drastic.

“Calm the fuck down, Firecracker. Let’s try that again. Where are you?”

You sniffled again into the receiver and he imagined you had a runny nose, there was no chance you’d done enough to cause nosebleeds already.

“I don’d- I don’d know Frangie.”

He couldn’t fight the way he drummed his fingers on the tabletop where he did his bookwork, mentally calculating how long this car would take and trying to remember if you had blocked any of the guys on Facebook or not. He wasn’t liking this situation at all, if you’d come with anyone they either hadn’t been with you or they had been the ones to convince you to even do coke and that pissed him off.

“Then find someone who does. Now.”

You whimpered into the device and he hated the way his body responded to the sound, hated that you needed his help to get you safe and his damn libido was reminded of all the times he’d ripped that sound out of you in bed. It wasn’t the fucking time, he needed to make sure you were safe, and only after that would he reach out to make sure you were okay.

The music got louder and a door closed, shouting and talking echoing everywhere as he tried to listen for anything familiar.

“Oliver was’a name of this place?”

“Hm? Lucky Sevens, it’s the club portion of the Casino. You leaving already cutie? One more line before you go?”

“No I god’a leave ‘for I ged’in trouble.”

Frankie had to bite back a growl, you already were in trouble but he didn’t need you panicking any worse. Instead he tapped away at his laptop, looking up Lucky Sevens Casino and Night Club, and he raked in the details of the city while also opening your Facebook in a new tab.

You hadn’t blocked him and instead he saw the updates linked to your Instagram, that you were a background role in a film shooting in the city, and the picture of the swanky hotel you were staying in was all he needed to book you a Lyft once he confirmed the distance between the two places.

“I booked you a Lyft back to your hotel, Firecracker, you’re going to stay on the phone with me.”

“Bud Frangie y’probly busy-“

“I don't give a fuck about that right now, you need to get back to your hotel and get fucking cleaned up.”

“Frangie- ‘m sorry.”

You sniffled but not because of your potential runny nose or nose bleed, instead you were starting to cry, and he pinched the bridge of his nose as his temper spiked. He wanted to be there so he could just get you back himself, so he didn’t have to rely on the chance that your Lyft driver wasn’t a creep, and to comfort you so that he could make sure your come down wasn’t bad.

He was worried as fuck about you, he still loved you and only his own fear had stopped him from reaching out to apologize, and now you were basically telling him something he wanted to hear. You were telling him that you missed him too.

“Don’t cry. I’m only angry because I’m fucking worried about you, Firecracker.”

You sniffled again and filled the silence by humming, something you’d always done when you were upset or stressed or it was just too quiet for you, and Frankie couldn’t find it in him to ask you anything or talk to you when he knew he would only be gruff and risk making you cry worse.

He sat there watching the map, watching the car show up and talking to the Lyft driver himself with the reminder that he would know if something happened to you, and he was lucky because the sweet Abuela promised she’d get you safe to your hotel and put the phone on speaker so she could keep him updated on your condition.

It was a runny nose, not a bloody nose, and he was thankful to all that was holy for that.

Luck was not something he was used to swinging in his favor, you were the lucky one and this was just part of that, and it didn’t take long to hear Juana hand you off to a hotel staff member who proceeded to get a medic to check on you and make sure you didn’t need to go to the hospital.

“Frankie?”

Your voice sounded small, tired and scared, and he grunted softly as he worked to rebook his entire vacation. Was it risky? Yes. But if there was anything worth taking a risk for in his life it was you.

“Are you happy?”

“No. But we’ll talk about that after you sober up and sleep.”

“I miss you-“

“Don’t. You need to sleep.”

He ignored your crying. For now.

“Drink your water and sleep, Firecracker. I’ll call you in the morning.”

He hung up with his jaw tight and chest burning, dialing up Benny and Will in a group call.

“Fish? What’s going on-“

“Firecracker needs me, I’m rebooking my trip.”

“Where is she, I’ll change our tickets out too.”

He had almost forgotten that, like they had for Pope, the guys would rally to his cause too. Having Will volunteer to change their entire trip made Frankie feel a flood of relief that he’d have his brothers at his back, especially if you refused to answer his call when you were sober again.

“Swanky place near Vegas but not quite in the Vegas strip, she’s going to be in some low-budget movie.”

“Are you going to call Pope?”

Benny’s question left him staring at the wall for a second, his eyes distant as he debated it, he knew that Pope was in Australia with Yovanna but it would certainly help since Pope had friends in high places still. If Frankie did get into some sort of trouble he wanted to know that it wouldn’t affect his custody of Adelia and Pope could make it happen.

“Yea.”

Once the group booked their new plane tickets he ended the call and exhaled as he called up his best friend.

“Fish? What’s goin’ on pendejo?”

“I’m flying out to the Vegas area with Will and Benny, I’d like to have you at my back.”

“Is everything okay, Fish?”

“Firecracker needs me, Pope.”

“She left you.”

Frankie well and truly loved the man and was flooded with this sense of mixed emotions at the anger in Pope’s voice, knowing that he was angry on his behalf about you leaving, but everyone knew it was Frankie’s refusal to get better that drove her away.

“Firecracker called me, she was drunk and high on coke and you know she doesn’t do that shit. Besides, you owe me pendejo.”

“Fish-“

“Columbia.”

Frankie heard the tapping of keys in the quiet on the line, it was definitely a weird hour for Pope with the time zone difference but he knew the sound of that man’s ridiculously loud keyboard.

“Fuck, man. I’m booking a flight now, where am I going?”

Was it excessive? Sure.

Was it risky? Absolutely. Were you worth it? Always.

You felt stupid but you’d been avoiding Dieter, Oliver, the two from lighting whose names you’d never gotten, Beth and Renee like the plague. They weren’t the only ones you had gone out with but they were the ones that appeared most in your memories of your colossal fuck up. Waking up to your phone going off and seeing Frankie calling you had made you terrified you’d gotten sloppy and drunk dialed him (you had, of course) and you had refused to answer the call and let it go to voicemail.

He’d left you three.

You hadn’t listened to a single one of them yet.

All you needed to see was the nearly three hour phone call on your history to the landline in his old workshop he had rented as a storage space. It was damning evidence that you’d royally fucked up and you didn’t know the extent until Oliver had found you on set asking how you felt; hearing him tell you what you’d done made you feel sick to your stomach worse than when you’d first woken up.

Everything you’d learned about that night made you feel shittier and shittier, especially knowing you’d called Frankie, and it was way too easy to run from all of the people involved than to confront any of them. You had chosen to go out and drink, you had been the one to accept fucking coke from Oliver, and you had been the one to call your ex. It didn’t feel right trying to blame them for what you’d done and you felt like a big, fat, fucking hypocrite.

Like it was hung on a neon sign above your head.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you leaned against an exterior wall of the hotel garden, trying not to cry again as the reality set in that you weren’t over Frankie at all. Five years and you were that person pining, regretting, and wishing you’d stayed when the result might’ve even been worse.

“Hey there, you look like you could use a pick-me-up.” Oliver peeked around the wall and it was impossible not to flinch as he patted the pocket of his jacket, you knew what was likely there and had no doubt it was Dieter that replenished his supply. It didn’t take a genius to track where the coke had come from, everyone knew about Dieter Bravo’s drug issues after the TikTok fiasco when Krystal Kris leaked his OD on accident.

You shook your head and looked around for anywhere else you could go to get away.

“No, I’m fine, I don’t- I don’t know what even possessed me to do that in the first place. I don’t want to do that again.” Even vaguely talking about it made the feelings of self-loathing bubble back up to the surface and Oliver’s expression fell as he moved closer.

“We don’t have to do that; we can just have some drinks then, cutie.”

You shook your head and moved away from him, feeling the verge of panic when Oliver only tried to close the gap between you again. A very large hand settled on your lower back in such a familiar way, the slight press of fingertips in your skin and the warmth feeling like it spanned the whole of your lower back even if it didn’t, and you only had to tilt your head to see the familiar patchy beard and dark blue ball cap.

Frankie’s expression was calm fury.

“I believe you were told no and she was trying to get away from you.” He was pissed, his voice was low and growly and dangerous, you’d only ever heard him like this once and that was when someone grabbed your ass during trivia night when you’d gone to get another drink. He’d torn into the man, nearly broken the dude’s hand, and then railed you when you got home in a fit of possessive fury.

Your body responded very enthusiastically to that reminder and you squirmed as the tempo of your pulse kicked up.

“What’re you going to do about -“

“Oliver, go harass someone else.”

Your tone was sharp and it felt good, like you’d finally been able to rekindle that spark of personality you’d left behind in Florida. Oliver looked at you, Frankie, and then behind Frankie and you had no doubt you’d see the guys lurking behind him looking like a wall of ex-military muscle and grit. Watching Oliver slink away, leaving you to look up at Frankie fully, his eyes searched your face before he was crushing you against him in a hug.

The guilt and self-loathing broke and you burst into heaving sobs, smothering yourself in his jacket as you gripped the fabric tight enough to hurt, trying to articulate apologies through the slurring of tears and snot and heaving breaths. Three other hands settled on your arms, making you peek up to look at Santiago and the Millers, and you hated how you could only feel the need to apologize over and over again.

“Easy, Firecracker, easy- that’s it, go ahead and cry. It’s alright, you’re okay and we’re here.” Frankie’s soothing was the only thing that helped you stem the flow of tears, helped ground you, and when you managed to stop crying and he let you go long enough to stand on your own two feet you were engulfed in tight hugs from Will and Benny before Pope was dragging you into his arms too.

“Why- not that I’m upset to see you buy why are you… why are you here?”

Frankie looked at you blankly.

“Did you listen to your voicemails?”

Yikes.

“N-no I was, uh, actually really nervous since I didn’t remember anything about the three hour phone call and I was worried I’d been really out of bounds and that you were calling to yell at me.” Your confession earned a longer moment of his blank stare before Frankie sighed and shook his head, reaching out to cup your face gently and press his forehead to yours.

You couldn’t help the way you nuzzled into his hand, relishing in being this close to him again.

“I was telling you that I was coming out to you, even if you hated me, just to make sure you were okay.”

“Newbie? You out here? Oh, there you are.” Dieter leaned against a wall and eyed Frankie, looking past him as the others no doubt hurried over at the sight of someone else possibly causing problems, and you could have cursed the actor for showing up now of all times.

“What, Dieter?” When the man smiled, walking closer with a swagger to his steps, you realized that was his walk and his eyes were on Frankie. The fact that Dieter Bravo was prancing for your ex left you rendered speechless for a second, trying to comprehend just what the hell was going on.

“Wanted to find out if you were okay, you’ve been avoiding most of us on set since I invited you out-“

“You invited her out? It was your responsibility to make sure she was fucking safe, Hollywood.”

As someone who knew Frankie you knew that tone, his ‘danger’ tone, and Dieter did not. You attempted to intervene before it could get ugly but Pope grabbed your arm gently and tugged you out of the line of fire, shaking his head gently when you tried to get out of his light hold.

“She’s a big girl, ball cap, she can-“

Frankie was too quick, his fist lashed out, and your cavewoman brain purred at the protective display. You squirmed as your body reacted enthusiastically, again, to the punch; it was like you’d been Pavlov’d into getting turned on by Frankie’s aggressive side. Though to be fair you were equally entranced when he was gentle too and when he was needy, it was just Frankie in general.

“I don’t give a damn what excuse you’re thinking of making, Firecracker wouldn’t have done coke if she was sober and you know it.” Frankie’s voice wasn’t loud but you weren’t within the confines of the barriers and your eyes darted around, it was pretty empty out for now but that could change in a heartbeat.

You broke out of Santi’s hold to inspect Dieter’s face, tugging off his stupid RayBans and tilting his head to look at the start of what you suspected would be a nasty bruise and the busted lip. Frankie had also caught his glasses wrong and Dieter was rocking the start to a bad nosebleed, likely sensitive to them already from the coke use doing residual damage to his nasal cavity.

It was without much thought you pinched the bridge of Dieter’s nose and used your sleeve to stop the blood from running down his face.

“Frankie, fuck, you just- Dieter are you okay?” The man blinked twice, like he was disoriented, and looked between you and Frankie as his head bobbed in response to your question. You tapped his undamaged cheek with your ring finger and Dieter’s skin took on a heated hue as Frankie stood back with a scowl on his face.

“Uh, yes, fuck I’m okay. Uh, you uh- you punch… good. You punch good.”

Dieter’s voice was soft and breathy, off tone because you were pinching his nose but understandable, and your throat bobbed as you stared at him while Bunny muttered a soft ‘what the fuck?’ from somewhere behind you.

This was not good, you panicked a little, Dieter hadn’t gone down or hit his head but you were immediately terrified that he’d gotten concussed somehow and was going to retaliate legally the moment his head was clear.

“Shit, Dieter, are you concussed?” You leaned up more into the man’s space to inspect his eyes, the way his skin took on a brighter hue didn’t even register with you as you let go of his nose to see if he was just suffocating because of you.

“No, not concussed-“

“Fucking- are you serious Hollywood?”

Frankie was looking down and you blinked before following his gaze, the baggy sweatpants Dieter favored outside of filming and clubbing were obviously stretched at the crotch and your face was suddenly hotter then hell as you realized Dieter was rocking a boner.

“I like- look man it’s the protective-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

Your eyes darted to Frankie’s face as you squirmed, very aware of the fact that Frankie was watching you right now, and his already dark eyes were practically black with that intense look you knew usually resulted in walking funny for three days.

He liked this.

“I’m shutting up.”

Dieter’s voice was breathy, needy, and closer to a whine than speech; you had no doubts you’d be the same way if you attempted to talk. Frankie pinched the bridge of his nose and looked over at the guys, the three men watching the exchange silently.

“Pope, think you can make sure none of that went public? Hollywood needs to get cleaned up and I’m going to be a while.” You watched the ex-military men exchange significant looks before they waved merrily, with Benny giving you the address to their hotel and a promise that you were going to be eating dinner with them tomorrow, and Will only caught your hand and squeezed it before following Pope and Benny toward the main street.

Your eyes settled back on Frankie.

“Security is going to block you from getting into the hotel, since there’ve been a lot of people trying to get to Dieter.”

The actor snorted and nudged you.

“No they won’t.”

“Dieter you can’t just-“

“I’m an Oscar winner, I can do whatever I want Newbie.”

Before you could respond Frankie settled his hand on your lower back again, his eyes focused intently on Dieter as the actor abruptly went quiet and swallowed loudly.

“Curb the arrogance, Hollywood. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Frankie steered you all around the wall toward the main entrance, you removed your sweater at this point leaving you in the comfortable graphic tee you’d chosen to wear under it and were using the sweater sleeve to fuss over the blood starting to crust up in Dieter’s mustache.

“My goodness what happened? Are you alright, Mr. Bravo?” The doorman’s eyed darted between all of you and landed on Frankie, who had been smart enough to hide the knuckles of his left hand behind your back this entire time.

“Yea, I came out to find the Newbie and turns out I was just in time to get clocked by some creep hitting on her; if it wasn’t for Frankie here we both might’ve gotten into trouble. He’s with me, and I’d like to get cleaned up.” The doorman abruptly lost that suspicious expression and ushered you all inside, not one person in the lobby stopped you and Dieter grinned as you stood outside the elevator doors.

“See, Newbie? One day you’ll-“

Frankie ushered Dieter in first and then you as soon as the doors slid open to the empty elevator.

“That’s enough of that, Firecracker you haven’t blown up on him yet?” The question made you shake your head and kick the carpeted floor as you pressed the button for the cast floor.

“It’s been- it’s been a while since I’ve lost my temper with anyone. Hasn’t been easy without you, Frankie.”

Dieter looked between the two of you as you stepped back from the panel and his jaw dropped a little.

“Oooohhhhhh, you two were a thing.”

“Yes.”

Your answer was immediate, you felt a bit of a possessive claim over Frankie seeing the actor mooning over him, you wanted Dieter to know that Frankie was yours first. Even if he didn’t want you romantically again and hooked up with Dieter it would be you who had Frankie first out of the two of you.

“Are we going to be a thing?”

The doors closed and you heard the slight yelp from Dieter, gaze lifting to see Frankie gripping the back of his neck, and the stern look on Frankie’s face made your breath shorten and you could feel the wetness starting to make itself known between your legs.

“You are going to have to come up with a good fucking apology to Firecracker first, Hollywood. You want this?” Frankie’s eyes were on you, darting down to Dieter only briefly and then back up, and you nodded as your eyes blew wide realizing he meant to have both of you.

“Words, Firecracker, if you want something you have to tell me. Do I need to remind you about the rules?” You shook your head and then instantly fumbled to answer verbally.

“No, you don’t need to remind me, Frankie. I want this.”

“Good, what about you Hollywood?”

“Is my hard on not enough- yes! Yes I want this.”

Frankie’s grip had tightened and your chest heaved at the casual display of that assertive nature, watching someone else fall apart because of it was making your knees weak and Dieter’s eyes met yours mirroring your own wide-eyed needy look well.

Fuck what a pair the two of you made.

The doors opened and Frankie let go, his hand resting just between Dieter’s shoulders carefully as the actor led you all to his suite, rather than your room, and your eyes darted to the side table where you spotted Dieter’s drug supply just sitting out on display.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes darted to Frankie, who’s jaw had tightened at the sight, and Dieter stepped further into the suite and tossed your stained sweater into the laundry pile.

“You two want any co-“

“If we do this we’re doing it sober. Have you used recently?” Dieter shook his head and leaned against the side of the couch with an almost rueful expression.

“No, I was going to since I just finished up four days of straight filming for ten hours though.”

Somehow you didn’t think Dieter would have stayed sober for filming, you’d thought he was using daily, and you wanted to whisper and apology for assuming but Frankie was already walking over to the other man and catching Dieter’s chin in his grip.

You could tell he was studying Dieter’s face, looking for signs of recent use, and he must’ve been satisfied by what he saw.

“Don’t touch that shit if you want to go anywhere near Firecracker after today, she’ll tell me if you do.” Dieter’s eyes slid to look at you and you nodded, it was an easy choice knowing that Frankie clearly wanted to be back in your life somehow even if it was just sex.

“We have the same taste in men, Newbie.”

His comment had a bit of bite to it and you couldn’t help the way your cheeks heated, couldn’t stop the quick retort that you fired back with. The touch of bratty edge in your tone wasn’t intentional but you weren’t going to let Dieter get away with snipping at you.

“And somehow the media thinks you’re a top, who’d you pay to run that article Dieter?”

“Firecracker.”

You froze at the sharpness in Frankie’s voice, the bite and growl to it making you stare at the back of his head as he turned just enough to look at you, and fuck if you weren’t getting wetter by the second.

“You’re still in trouble for all the worry you’ve caused me, and you didn’t trust me enough to listen to my voicemails. Are you going to be good for me, take your punishment like a good girl? Or do I have to remind you what happens when you’re being a brat?” You almost wheezed since it had been so long since you’d been here, in a place where Frankie was going to wreck you, and your voice was much softer and gentler when you did answer.

“I’ll be good. I’m sorry-“

“Strip down and get on the bed, I’m going to help Hollywood clean up. No touching yourself, legs open for me.”

Frankie led Dieter toward the bathroom and you made a beeline for the large bed just through the fancy glass doors, taking off your clothes only after you got into the room and climbing onto the plush mattress that smelled like Dieter’s hair products. You knew he used natural stuff only, barely used a cell phone, and didn’t trust most advanced tech as far as he could throw it so you’d half expected it to reek of sweat and body odor.

It wasn’t as bad as you thought though, pleasant under the warm spicy scent that followed Dieter around, and you planted your hands on the bed beside your hips as you laid with your legs open. Since he hadn’t told you what to do with your hands aside from not touching yourself you played it safe, keeping your palms down on the sheets and staring at the ceiling.

You were slick and wet and the air was cool on your heated skin, making your nipples pebble, but the soft sound of Frankie talking with Dieter was too distant to hear what they were saying. Part of you wondered if Frankie saw a bit of himself in Dieter, outside of the look-alike thing, and part of you wondered if Frankie was clean.

He had to be if he was demanding this to happen sober.

“Look at you.”

The heat and desire in his voice drew your attention, Frankie had pulled off his flannel and was in his Fleetwood Mac tee-shirt that you often kidnapped to sleep in or make breakfast in, and his eyes were on you. It was like you were transported into the past and nothing had changed, you clenched on nothing at the way he watched you and you could feel the slick pooling and threatening to drip out of you.

Frankie walked into the room and turned away briefly, making you look at Dieter as he paused in the doorway and licked his lips at the sight of you, the sensation of fingertips on your thighs making you look at Frankie again, and those familiar lips lifted into a pleased smile when he ran one finger through your folds to feel the wetness that was still pooling there.

“My good girl.” You clenched around nothing, breath hitching and a needy whine stifled into a soft squeak because you knew he’d think you were being a brat and you couldn’t handle the thought that he’d stop if you didn’t behave for him, you were almost hurting with how bad you wanted him to just fuck you already.

His other hand lifted to cup your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye, and Frankie leaned down to capture your mouth in a soft kiss that you leaned into almost desperately. He tutted against your lips, circling your clit almost too gently, and you knew he could feel the trembling in your limbs as you struggled to stay still for him.

“You’re being so well behaved for me, my lucecita.” Frankie pulled away when your eyes welled over with tears, hearing your pet name after so long from him was making you way too emotional and his lips kissed away the tears forming on your lashes.

Frankie looked over at Dieter, still holding your cheek, but now he was dragging your slick down your inner thigh in a teasing swirl of random patterns on the plush skin.

“I want you to sit in the arm chair with your plug in, no touching your cock and no squirming; you don’t get to cum until I say so. Once I’m done punishing Firecracker you’re going to work on apologizing to her, Hollywood.” Dieter’s throat bobbed and he nodded rapidly, fishing out a small box of carefully stored toys from his drawers, and Frankie circled your clit again as you both watched Dieter carefully lube up the chosen plug.

You were practically mesmerized watching the man’s hand glide along the toy to liberally coat it, sucking in a breath when Frankie’s fingers danced along your seam, and Dieter shifted more as his sweatpants dropped to show off he’d been going commando for however long in order to brace one knee on the bed.

“Do you trust Firecracker to put that in you, Hollywood?”

Dieter’s eyes shot up to Frankie’s face and then down to yours, matching your wide-eyed stare and making your fingers twitch, and finally Dieter nodded and murmured a soft ‘yes’ that made you smile.

“Go ahead, Firecracker.”

Dieter moved up onto the bed, bracing himself on his knees for you as he handed you the bottle of lube, and Frankie’s hum of approval as you coated your fingers and began to work Dieter open with first made you respond with a soft sigh while Dieter whined at the sensation of you sliding one finger into him slowly. He rocked back against your touch and moaned when you slid a second finger into him and scissored gently, carefully to avoid hurting him, and Frankie’s finger continued to alternate between circling your clit and working you up before he’d draw away and trace patterns on your thighs.

“I’m going to fill you up now Dieter, tell me if there’s any discomfort?”

“Y-yes.”

Gently you pressed the slick toy into him, free hand cupping his cheek and tracing the skin gently with your thumb, it helped you hold him open enough to see the toy slowly sink into his body. Precum dribbled from his head and onto the sheets as he squeezed his thighs, head hanging forward before you finished seating the toy into him, and Dieter’s long moan as Frankie reached over to press on the base of the plug made you shiver.

“You’re so gentle with him, lucecita. You’re on your best behavior tonight.” His thumb traced your lower lip as he leaned back, staring down into your eyes, and you let your lips part for him to press the digit into your mouth where you circled it with your tongue like a promise and reminder.

“Hollywood, go get settled.”

“Yes sir.”

Dieter’s voice was pitched high as he replied; easing himself off the bed and crossing the room to sit in the chair, and you watched him fight the urge to squirm as he sat back in the seat with his hands on the arm rests. You felt bad for him, it was one of Frankie’s favorite forms of teasing, and you were honestly glad that you were here and he had no access to your bullet vibrator.

Being forced to walk around the house with that in, for being a brat, and at his mercy had always been an overwhelming punishment with how many times he’d edge you before giving in and letting you cum.

Frankie’s touch grew firmer against your clit, drawing your attention back to him instead of Dieter, and he dragged his thumb to the corner of your mouth before he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re already so wet for me, I wonder if I can spank you until you drip wet spots on my lap.” You clenched around his fingers as he thrust two into you, the combination of his words and the sensation of him pressing those calloused fingertips deep into your pussy making you exhale a breathy moan.

“Oh, someone wants me to spank her pretty ass? It’s not that much of a punishment if you want it now is it? What should I do instead, hm?” He nipped at the skin of your neck and simply held his hand inside you, unmoving and making you whimper around his thumb, his hold on your mouth making it impossible not to drool slightly.

He pulled his fingers out of your pussy and smirked at the viscous trail of slick that coated them, the slight trail where he parted them making your face feel incredibly overheated, and you could have wept with relief when he took his thumb out of your mouth and reached for his belt buckle. The belt was tossed aside, his pants unbuttoned before they joined his flannel on the floor, and soon he was bare in front of you.

“I wouldn’t get too excited, lucecita. Hollywood, come lay on the bed.”

Dieter whimpered as he hurried to obey, already worked up from watching, and you could tell his face was definitely going to get bad now that the swelling was starting to show. It was almost instinctive to reach up and gently trace the edges of where the bruise was going to be with the hand that hadn’t stretched him open, after kissing your fingertips gently like an indirect kiss to apologize, and Dieter caught your hand to press a return kiss to your palm.

“You two are so fucking precious. Lucecita, you’re going to keep his cock nice and warm while I make up for the punch. No moving, no cumming, and no trying to grind this pretty little clit on those curls of his because I’ll know.” You hoped your pout wasn’t noticeable, prayed he didn’t catch the tilt of your brows before you could school your face, and Frankie nudged your hips to make you straddle Dieter’s body.

A condom was slipped into your hand and you couldn’t help the shiver that started at the base of your spine, or the way you leaked slick at the foil packet you were holding. As you got to work putting the condom on Frankie’s large hands pressed into the skin of your hips, pressing into the pillowy flesh.

“You remember, don’t you, what I said about this cunt? This is mine, only I get to fill it.” He cupped you for emphasis, fingers dragging through your folds as you nodded rapidly and bit down on your lower lip to silence the whine that bubbled up in your chest, and Dieter’s head fell back when Frankie teased the base of the plug with that slick coated hand. As soon as the condom was seated Frankie began guiding you forward and down, sinking you onto Dieter’s cock slowly, and while he wasn’t as thick as Frankie you could still feel the drag of him against your walls.

The fact that Frankie was going slow, mindful of how sensitive you could be to penetration with something bigger than two of his fingers, was just another reminder that he hadn’t forgotten and it made it so easy to remember why you still loved him.

You paused when the stretch began to hurt, even with you being as wet as you were, and Frankie eased you up off Dieter a bit and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your ear.

“Easy now, that’s a good girl, thank you for listening to your body’s limits lucecita.” In the past, when you’d first gotten with him, it had taken a bit to finally confess that it could still hurt no matter how much he worked you open. That sometimes you just couldn’t handle penetrative sex. Frankie hadn’t made fun of you or thought you weird, he took those days to simply spending hours between your legs with his mouth, and he thanked you for talking to him about it every time.

Dieter stared up at you like you were some sort of wonder, wide-eyed and awestricken as he reached out to stroke your thighs, and you let Frankie ease you up higher before slowly sinking back down again.

“It’s not a race, we’re not pressed for time, don’t cum but don’t push yourself.”

You whimpered, sinking deeper down onto Dieter’s cock.

“My good girl, doing so well for me, you’re so beautiful like this.”

He drew you back up, watching for any of the signs that it was too much for you, and when you sank down nearly all the way he pressed hard on Dieter’s hip before the man could buck up into you. The last little bit stung but not enough for you to stop everything, settling on Dieter’s lap as Frankie teased the man with the plug, and you swallowed down a moan when Dieter’s hips jerked up as Frankie began removing the plug. The toy was set carefully on a washcloth, no doubt to be cleaned later, and Dieter’s hands captured yours as he trembled beneath you.

Foil ripped and you felt Frankie slot himself behind you a few moments later, felt his broad frame as he pressed close to you, and his hands gripped Dieter’s thighs and lifted both of you so that he could slide his knees under the man’s body. Your thighs trembled as Dieter squeezed your hands, pressing them into his pectorals so you didn’t lose your balance, and the slow glide of Frankie pressing himself into Dieter’s ass made the man whine long and low.

His throat jumped, you could feel Dieter’s heart racing, and his cock throbbed like a reminder that he was there before you felt the full skin contact as Frankie pressed all the way in.

“Remember, lucecita, you aren’t allowed to cum. Be a good girl and keep Hollywood nice and warm.”

He nipped the shell of your ear and you shivered at the light breath against your skin, fingers dragging down to press into the softness of Dieter’s tummy, and the actor’s lips parted before his speech was stolen as Frankie started to fuck him. It was suddenly a far worse punishment than you had thought when Dieter’s hips rolled sporadically, with Frankie’s breath against your skin and alternating with biting and sucking on the skin at the base of your neck.

Fire coursed through your veins and your breathing started to shorten, the sporadic hip rolls from Dieter and the harsh jolt from each of Frankie’s thrusts working in a rhythm that was so out of sync with what you needed, it was enough to ride the edge but you knew it wasn’t going to make you cum on its own. What was ruining you was the harsh grunting from Frankie at your back, his soft praise for you and Dieter about how good you were being for him and how good Dieter felt around him, and the shamelessly loud moans and pleading from Dieter beneath you.

You couldn’t help the way you dug your fingers into Dieter’s skin to make him look at you, watching him fall apart like this was almost making you wetter than the feeling of him inside you.

“Fr-frankie he sounds so pretty like this.”

“Hear that Hollywood? Gonna keep serenading lucecita? I know she feels good around your cock.”

Dieter’s eyes were blown wide as he nodded rapidly, his hands untangling from the sheets to capture yours again and press sloppy kisses to your palms and knuckles. You struggled and clenched around him as he angled you enough that it made his curls tease your clit, working you up faster than ever, thighs pressing tighter around him since he’d nearly thrown your balance with how badly your thighs were starting to tremble.

“Y-yes, fuck you feel amazing. Feels like fucking Nirvana. Shit, shit if you keep clenching like that I’m going to cum. Frankie, fuck please-“

“Since you asked so nicely, you can have it Hollywood. Cum for us.”

Frankie’s hips rolled in a way that made Dieter jerk up into you, with his hold on your hands and the angle of your body you had to fight against the growing orgasm that was now beginning to burn through your body, and each thrust pulled a louder and needier sound from Dieter as you squeezed your eyes shut against the sensations.

“Fuck-!” Dieter went still and you could feel him pulsing thick and hot inside you with Frankie’s hips slowing but not stopping, guiding the man down, and your eyes were wet with tears as your orgasm slowly hovered and ebbed away from you. Frankie leaned forward and pulled you back against him, slotting his mouth over yours in a desperate kiss, and you jolted when he pulled you off Dieter’s cock and rolled you onto your back beside the other man.

“So fucking good for me. You can cum now, lucecita.”

Before you could ask what he was doing Frankie pulled you to the end of the bed and licked a long flat stroke through your folds with his tongue, making you buck against his face, and he banded an arm across your hips as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucked gently. The scrape of his facial hair, the feeling of his fingers gently pressing into you, and the soft touch of Dieter’s hand drifting down your breast as he shifted to watch made you keen before you broke.

A sob of Frankie’s name as your eyes danced with white spots hung in the air, your chest heaving with each harsh breath as you squirmed against the slow touches and licks that Frankie was still giving you, and Dieter stroked your cheek gently and pet your hair as you trembled and squeezed the sheets in a grip that almost hurt your hands.

“That’s it, shit you’re gorgeous, easy now.”

Dieter’s soft praise made you blink up at him through the shine of your tears and he leaned down, kissing them away and whispering into your skin.

“Thank you for letting me be part of this. Thank you for being gentle with me. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, I’m so sorry I got you into a situation you never wanted to be in.”

Tears were forming in his eyes and you were gentle in cupping the good side of Dieter’s face to press his forehead to yours, like some sort of wannabe Spiderman kiss scene with how he was curled around your head.

“I’m sorry for blaming you, Dieter, when you just wanted me to let loose and have some fun. I know you didn’t mean for me to get high like that. It’s okay, I forgive you.” Dieter’s smile was tear-filled and you stared up at Frankie as he stood up, his cock was hard and he was holding the base of it, looking between the two of you.

When you opened your mouth, tongue out and ready for him, Frankie groaned before stripping off the condom and using the warm washcloth from the little towel warmer to wipe himself off first and then walked over to kneel over you.

“You’re so good to me, lucecita.”

He jerked himself over you, hand dragging along the skin of his cock, and you almost keened when Dieter leaned down to play with your nipples; the sight made Frankie moan and you watched his hips stutter, the way his balls drew up, and the warm feeling of his cum spilling across your tongue and painting the skin of your face and chest made you smile even as you held your mouth open.

“Eat it, Hollywood, clean her up for me.”

Dieter didn’t hesitate to begin licking the tangy cum from your skin, moving to get the best angles to run his tongue along you and clear it away, and he slotted his mouth to yours last in a kiss that made you whine into his mouth before you felt Dieter whine as Frankie began cleaning him up with a new wash cloth.

Frankie cleaned up your hands too, mindful of where everyone had touched or been touched, and you stroked Dieter’s curly hair gently when he pulled back from your mouth. But Frankie wasn’t done with you, cleaning up Dieter’s cock last before stroking it firmly, and you could see the way he eyed you carefully.

“I can handle it, Frankie, please?”

“Only take what you can, lucecita.”

You smiled and licked a broad stroke up the underside of Dieter’s cock, teasing the base of the head as you moved to your hands and knees, and Frankie pressed a kiss against your back as he ran his hand through your slick and his saliva that he had left alone. The blunt head of him pressed into you and you purposefully slid only the head of Dieter’s cock into your mouth, the actor wheezed your name out into the room when you hollowed your cheeks and teased him with your tongue.

Frankie was slow pressing into you, paying attention to how you sounded around Dieter and the way your body either clenched or stiffened, and when he reached the base and filled you completely you wrapped your hand around the portion of Dieter’s cock you couldn’t fit into your mouth without gagging. Letting saliva dribble down his shaft to make it gentler on him, which made Dieter squirm, and then Frankie started to move.

“Come on lucecita, I know you can match my pace.”

As you sank down and took Dieter’s cock fully into your mouth Frankie thrust into you at an angle that made you see stars, your moan around Dieter made the man whine and only the weight of your arm on his lower abdomen held him still, your hand turning slightly as you hollowed your cheeks and drew your mouth off him to tease the head and sink back down in time with Frankie.

“Oh, shit your mouth feels good.”

“It’s the best, isn’t it Hollywood?”

Frankie’s hands gripped your hips in a way that was so familiar, it felt like being home and you arched your back more into him in a way that made him moan behind you and cup your throat just to feel you take Dieter’s cock. The actor’s hands came up to the side of your head, stroking as he begged you for more, and as Frankie leaned back and pulled your hips harder into him with each thrust you moved your hand in time to sink all the way down until your nose was buried in the dark curls at the base of Dieter’s cock and you could swallow around him.

His hoarse cry of your name turned to a long moan as he came down your throat, holding you in place as you swallowed and fought against the urge to pull away from him, and Frankie’s finger on your clit swirled and pressed until you were moaning and Dieter let you go to breathe as you came. Dribbling saliva and cum down the man’s cock as Frankie spilled into you, the warm flood of his cum making you clench and breath hard against Dieter’s skin as you let your forehead rest against the man’s hip.

Frankie kissed your back and pulled out slow, grabbing new cloths and cleaning everyone up gently, and he pulled you into a tight hug as you shivered slightly from how sensitive you were. Dieter pulled the comforter back and let you settle in the bed, yelping when Frankie grabbed him by the back of the neck and steered him into the sheets too, and both of you curled up against Frankie’s sides and stared at one another across his chest.

You giggled at the almost baffled look on Dieter’s face.

“You okay there Dieter?”

“I don’t really- I mean the cuddling is uh… new.” You reached across Frankie’s chest to capture Dieter’s hand gently and offer him the best smile you could, hoping to calm him since you could see the tension around his eyes. Dieter blinked back at you and squeezed your hand gently.

Frankie’s hand was gentle on the back of your neck, pressing so you would look up at him, and he leaned down to kiss you gently. “We need to talk but that can wait, get some rest lucecita.” You wanted to argue that you weren’t tired but just being in his arms again after so long was comforting, it made you feel like home, and you drifted off to Frankie and Dieter murmuring softly around you and Dieter holding your hand right above Frankie’s heart.

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My favourite prompts:

A list of my favourite prompts that I’ve posted in the past, all curated into a huge list just for you guys!

Finally, the day has come. The villain is thought to be dead. The hero has won.

Until suddenly the hero learns the villain left them EVERYTHING in their will. Made them the owner and operator of all their illegal business.

Obviously, the hero plans to shut everything down immediately. But they quickly realize just how many people the villain employed… how many family’s they fed…

“You kissed me,”

“I did… and?”

“What-!? What do you mean and!?,”

“What more do you want?”

“An explanation would be a good start!”

“…or I could just do it again…”

*other person turns bright red,*

“Or… or that, I suppose,”

“What the hell are you doing here!?”

“I think the better question would be what in the hell are you wearing,” the villain replied, amusement clear on their face, like they were struggling to keep from laughing.

“What- it’s-” the hero blushed, remembering what they were wearing, “their pajamas! What are you-!”

“Oh my god…” the villain replied, like they were struggling to come to terms with what they were seeing, “the hero of the city not only own, but wears a onesie,”

“Excuse me!” The hero snapped in defence, “They’re comfortable!”

“They? You have more??”

“I gotta say hero,” The villain mused as they casually moved toward the cell bars, “I’ve been called many things in my life: monster, villain, outcast, loser, scoundrel,” they tilted their head, examining the hero before them, “but ‘our last hope?’” *clicks tongue* “that’s a first,”

You live in a world where anyone born with superpowers must become a super hero. It doesn’t matter what the power is, or how small it is, it is mandatory. It was deemed that having anyone with superpowers work alongside regular people was “unsafe” and “unfair.” Every year, dozens of superhero’s with powers useless for fighting are killed. You’ve managed to make it this long with nobody finding out you have a superpower. But how much longer can you hide in plain sight?

The city’s villain mysteriously disappears and hasnt been seen in a week. The people are celebrating, but the hero is worried. What if the villain is planning something big? Determined to stop whatever evil plan is brewing, the hero tracks the villain down, but they dont find what they expected. Instead of evil plotting, the villain:

-Has been taking care of a sick pet -Come down with the flu -Been helping arrange a friends wedding -Found out they were pregnant -Is getting married themselves -Mourning the death of a loved one -Has adopted a young pet and been occupied taking care of them -Has been helping one of their lackeys who’s in a desperate situation -Has been feeding the homeless and offering blankets

You’re the most wanted villain by all highest ranking authorities, but all the heros “just can’t seem to catch you” (they always let you get away) because all your crimes are things like stealing expensive medication and then donating it to hospitals, robbing toy stores and donating to orphanages, robbing banks and giving to charity, robbing grocery stores and feeding the homeless, ect

A hero/villain with the power to materialize their own tattoos. Got a wrench tattoo? Now you’ve got a wrench. Got a tattoo of wings? A bomb? A get away car? Well…

Dragon tattoos have always been popular, havent they?

Write about a genius inventor villain who, while watching the news, learns about a sick child in hospital doctors arnt sure they can cure. The villain realizes something theyve invented could cure the child. Now the hard part is convincing them to let the villain help.

The villain starts to notice the hero is feeling more down the usual, so they start leaving the hero little notes to cheer them up. All is going well until the hero figures out who is sending them.

In a world of magic users where everyone is divided into the 6 eye colours, and the colour of your eyes represents what your powers are. Each colour has an elemental power, can talk to a certain type of creature(Invertebrates, fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds, mammals), and has 3 other powers. For example, blue eyes control water, can commune with fish, etc. Everyone in the world has either red, orange, yellow, green, blue or purple eyes. Except for you, you were born with black eyes. Everyone is afraid of what your powers will be, but they should be more worried about the kind of creatures you can talk to…

A hero and a villain (and maybe their sidekicks, up to you) trapped in a haunted house or haunted location.

-One is scared so the other comforts them. They are both scared but trying to act like they aren’t. -One doesn’t believe in ghosts, and the other has the power to communicate with them or see them. -Ghosts aren’t real, but one continues to try and freak the other out, who claims they aren’t scared. -Ghost wingman. I need’ d say no more -One gets possessed, so the other has to do the whole ‘kiss to break a curse’ thing to bring them out of it. -The classic Person A thinks ghosts aren’t real so they prank Person B to scare them. Then shit gets real, but person B doesn’t believe person A, thinking its just another prank.

“I trusted you! You promised!”

“I kept my promise! I got you your results! Don’t question my methods from a top that high moral horse or yours, especially when the only reason you made a deal with me in the first place was because you were too much of a coward to do what needed to be done!”

The local wildfire has been growing out of control, forcing the city to have to evacuate. Suddenly, the villain with water powers shows up to lend a hand to fire fighters.

“Tell me hero,” the villain spoke, chains jangling from where they hung on the villains wrists as they walked up to the bars of the jail cell, “If you wanted to skip a press conference, could you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re sisters getting married, but your needed for a big event at the hero academy that day. Would you be allowed to attend the wedding? What about if your brother stole a pack of gum. Could you let it slide? Not would you, but could you?”

The hero paused. Could they? They had responsibilities! They had commitments to the city, and to the serving of justice!

The villain laughed at the heros silence, “I may be in jail, but you’re more chained then I’ll ever be,”

“So tell me,” the villain drawled, dragging a finger across the heros skin, making them shiver, “what changed your mind?”

Hero discovers the villain has a day job. It isnt at all what they expected. (Day care, animal shelter, etc)

“What are you going to do if you beat me, and suddenly the city dosent need a hero? What are you going to do if you get hurt and can no longer fight, and the city forgets about you just like all the heros before you? Who will you be when your legacy crumbles under the weight of all those who follow? Will you take up knitting?”

The hero stared unblinking and frozen as the villain took a step forward.

“Sure, your a hero. But what are you without that?”

The villain took another step forward.

“Your nothing, heroism is all you have. That pathetic title you curl up to every night. But without it?” They looked the hero up and down, “Absolutely nothing…”

A villain retires from villainy and gets plastic surgery (or simply never showed their face) so they can live a normal life without being recognized. While living their new life, they bump into the hero, and the two start falling for eachother. But the villain is terrified of the hero finding out the truth

The hero slammed their front door as quickly as they could, eyes wide, heart pounding.

The villain. The villain was outside their door.

“Well that was rude,”

A hero with magic powers, in a world where magic is unheard of. They have always kept their powers a secret, fearing they would be shunned, or tested on. They never use their powers in battle.

One day, while practicing their magic alone in the woods, the villain appears out of nowhere.

Before the hero can explain, the villain asks, “you have powers too?”

A hero dies. Or at least, they think they do. The next thing they know they wake up at their own funeral. And the only person there? Is the villain.

“The worst part, is you had the nerve to call it love”

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aerialcedrick · 4 years ago

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PINTEREST | MUSINGS | INTRO | TASKS

[ DA’VINCHI, HE/HIM, CIS MAN ] — [ CEDRICK CHANDLER ] is a grandchild of [ HERMES & EROS ] with the power of [ ENHANCED SPEED & WING MANIFESTATION ] . they were born in [ 1998 ] and have been in nemean lion since [ 2016 ] . with the change, they [ ARE TRAINING IN ] the [ HERO ] role which makes sense since they’re usually [ LIFTING WEIGHTS OR TEACHING YOUNGER NEMEAN LION KIDS SPORTS ] . if you’d like to meet them try the [ SUN ] building .

GENERAL

Full Name: Cedrick Chandler Nickname(s): Ricki Age: 23 Date of Birth: December 13, 1998 Hometown: Baltimore, Maryland

FAMILY

Parents: Jenelle Chandler (mother) & Leroy Chandler Sr. (father, non-biological), Hermes (grandparent) Eros (grandparent) Sibling(s): Leroy “Roy/Junior” Chandler Jr. 16, Zeke “Zee” Chandler 9 (younger brothers, non-demigods) Pet(s): Female Doberman Pinscher named Kahlúa Family’s Financial Status: Middle Class

BIOGRAPHY

Ricki’s parents had him young. Jenelle, a child of Hermes, had chosen to live a life separate from her godly relatives. She had the power of omnilingualism and was studying foreign policy in undergrad, keeping the secrets of her skills to herself. College is the time for experimenting, and a threesome with a child of Eros left Jenelle and Leroy with a baby they didn’t know what to do with. Jenelle took a leave of absence from school to carry but never returned and Leroy finished his degree. The couple tried to look at Ricki’s conception as an act of love, something they both took part in, and decided against a paternity test in favor of raising him as their own.

Ricki was 6 by the time Junior was born and wasn’t showing any signs of being a demigod. His speed felt like a gift and they put him in sports young, having played little league, soccer, and eventually running track in high school. Jenelle had a feeling he’d inherited his speed from her lineage, but never put that pressure on Ricki. Ricki was always a popular, likable guy and is incredibly close to his father. He loves kids and would do anything for his little brothers. He was a gifted athlete and though the Chandlers knew his skills were likely genetic, from Hermes, they chose to keep their kids out of the know.

Junior year of high school was when his wings were discovered. An uncontrollable itching in his back made him claw and scrape at his skin, unaware what the issue was. A few x-rays showed wings growing under his skin. That’s when his parents looked at each other and realized the truth: Ricki was not Leroy’s son.

It took Ricki a long time to process this but he tried not to be distant, instead spending more time at the gym and hanging out with friends as a distraction. He started cutting class and lingering at the mall with the wrong crowd, even started stealing and getting into trouble. The day his parents told him they were sending him to NL he almost caused a riot. He’d worked hard, and having to admit that work wasn’t his own felt stolen. If it was up to him, he’d ignore the stretch in his back as long as he could.

When he got to NL he finally began embracing his powers out of a need to make an impression and show off. He liked being fast and knew with the right training from the right people he could be faster, better. Something about becoming a hero made him feel strong and important and special and he liked that. He got closer to Hermes, but still struggled to get close to Eros, and didn’t make any immediate efforts to work with his wings.

The growing pains got so bad that half way into coming to Nemean Lion Ricki started taking pain killers to help with the pain, but they made him distant and spacey. He didn’t take them long enough to form any strong reliance, and is going into this year trying to embrace his wings and learn to control them. He hopes to ask to shadow Levi, finally ready to take charge of his power. He wants to be proud, to learn how to soar. Also, he kinda can’t graduate from the hero track until he does.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Da’Vinchi Height: 6 ft 3 in Style/Aesthetic: Athletic, track jackets, varsity jacket, jeans, basketball shorts, cleans up nice and always has his chain on. Has his ears pieced and one either has a silver hoop, little diamond, or hanging cross. Always has a fresh fade and always clean shaven. Extras: Ricki is a HUGE sneaker head, the type to stand in line early when a special pair drops, and has a section in his room where some never worn sneakers are on display. He buys really expensive running shoes and has a few custom pairs he wears on special occasions. He’s serious about his kicks. Also he gets manicures with a clear coat so his nails are always on point/clean and he’s best friends with his manicure lady.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: charming, outgoing, approachable, compassionate, understanding, hardworking, optimistic, fair-minded, honest, spontaneous Negative Traits: inconsistent, reckless, overly confident, occasional bursts of anger, forgetful Hobbies: Collecting sneakers, playing sports, he’s a bit of a show off, going to the gym, hanging out/needs to be around people Habits: forgetful/will sometimes agree to double plans, has a hard time not moving and has a LOT of energy so if he’s still too long you’ll catch him bouncing his leg or pacing. Has issues with focusing for too long and has a short attention span. Over exerts himself.

EXTRA

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Temperament: Sanguine. Sanguines tend to be more extroverted and enjoy being part of a crowd; they find that being social, outgoing, and charismatic is easy to accomplish. Individuals with this personality have a hard time doing nothing and engage in more risk seeking behavior. Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Hometown friends/family friends

Best friends/Good friends met at NL. Ricki is really social and definitely rolls with a few crews

A ride-or-die. I imagine Ricki has a lot of friends and is friends with almost everyone because he’ll go up and talk to anyone but he needs at least one day 1. I imagine Ricki has a close main crew that has a group chat and acts up together and would love to get a few chars together (4 or 5) to make that friend group dynamic a thing. Bonus: giant text threads hehe

Someone he’s super protective over, he would pull up in a second.

Additionally, someone who is super protective of him.

Others on the hero track he can train with.

A few enemies. I imagine some people think he’s annoying or a bit of a show off, he’s that kid that’s good at most things. Past friends who are current frenemies! Some friendly or unfriendly competition. Ricki doesn’t always feel the need to prove himself but unfortunately he never backs down from a challenge because he’s not a little bitch so he WILL agree to stupid dangerous shit.

People that were close to him when he was taking a lot of painkillers and would recognize a similar shift in his behavior.

Romances. Past flings or partners, someone who has a crush on him, someone he has a crush on, give me all of it! An almost-something-now-nothing. A friend who wants to use him to make someone else jealous but he’s in on it. Your char is his friend and he doesn’t like their partner/he’s your partners friend but your char doesn’t like him! Past lovers to friends, past lovers to enemies (bad breakup, now it’s all attitude). FWB. ALL OF IT. Ricki isn’t necessarily a player but he’s not that committal. He’s the type that comes off as boyfriend material but then forgets to text back and skips dates to train and then wanna act confused when you’re mad. Then he go and buy you ice cream and flash you his smile and you let him inside anyway.

Roommates/apartment mates in the sun building!

Anything and everything!! Ricki is super versatile.

#ive never hated myself more than in this moment skmdng #nlintro #intro #ricki #nicer to read on his blog bc the headers are orange <3 #addiction //#not exactly but just in case <3 #pinned!

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mca-attack21 · 5 years ago

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AN: This is loosely based off of The Final Problem and is Sherlock x Reader. There is violence and death, so consider yourself warned. I hope you enjoy and as always feedback is appreciated.

Emotional Context. Sherlock had once been able to deny its importance, instead, governing himself with logic and reasoning. However, his connections with his friends and the people who cared about him had started to change his mind on such matters. This came with both benefits and negatives as it had opened him up to new vulnerabilities and pain, especially now. As it was during this time that he discovered that his sister was more than just a suspicion. In fact, Eurus was a secret that scared his dear brother Mycroft more than anything else.

Sherlock struggled to retrieve any memory of her. That was at least until the name “Redbeard” was brought up. He had loved Redbeard his faithful dog and childhood best friend. He couldn’t remember what had happened to him, at least not until Mycroft filled in the gaps. Since that discovery, he, his brother, and John had left to check in on Eurus’ security. Sherlock and John wanted to prove that she had left multiple times once impersonating as a girl that Sherlock met during a case, and once as John’s new therapist. Mycroft was insistent that this was impossible, so they went to settle the matter once and for all. What they were not expecting was for it all the be a trap.

They were soon captured and forced to complete trials that tested personal morality and will power all centered around Sherlock. It seems that Eurus was fascinated by her brother and wanted to better understand him. It didn’t help that she had previously formed an alliance with Moriarty and knew more about Sherlock than he did her. But that was all Mycroft’s fault now wasn’t it? The first challenge forced Sherlock to choose either John or Mycroft to shoot an innocent man in order to save his wife. Both inevitably refused and the man in a last-ditch effort took his own life in front of them. Eurus didn’t hesitate to kill the wife, questioning the three whether or not keeping their hands clean costing two lives was any better than taking one life and leaving one to survive. She then ordered Sherlock to collect the gun, which now only had one bullet, and continue.

The next trial was equally grim. Sherlock was forced to deduce which of three brothers was a murderer provided only the gun and three pictures. To add to the suspense, she presented the three brothers hanging over the ocean tied up with weights. If they dropped they would inescapably be drowned. Sherlock made the correct deduction much to everyone’s relief, but Eurus dropped all three explaining that the life of an innocent weighs no less than the life of the guilty.

The third trial was where it got personal. There was a small wooden coffin. It was nothing special about it. Sherlock quickly deduced that it was built for a woman, one with no close family, one who was sensible, one that- he was interrupted when Mycroft brought over the lid which had a mere two words on it, “Words unsaid”.

“Whatever does that mean?” John asked.

But deep down Sherlock knew and he feared what was about to happen next.

“It’s Y/n,” he replied.

“Y/n? What does she have to do with this?”

“Why quite a lot Mr. Watson, and very good Sherlock. Now then, this ought to be fun. In a moment, I am going to give her a ring. She’s alone in her apartment which is hooked up with explosions. Now then brother, you will have two minutes to get her to say the magic words. The catch? You can’t say them yourself, you can’t give her any indication that you or she is in danger. Just play your mind games like you used to,” Eurus grinned.

“What are the magic words?” Mycroft asked.

Sherlock’s face fell into a pained expression as he considered the task at hand.

“He has to get her to tell him that she loves him,” John realized.

“Yay! Now that everyone is on the same page, let’s give her a ring.” Eurus cheered, “Oh and for added fun,” she clicked on the tv showing video of you in your flat.

Sherlock studied the video feed, you looked horrible, something had clearly upset you. He could tell that you had recently been crying. As the phone rang he prayed that you would answer it. The clock seemed to loom over him as it continued to click down. He watched as you slowly retrieved yours and glanced down at the name answering it almost immediately.

1:40

“Sherlock?”

“Ah, Y/n, I-” he started.

“I ought to kill you for giving me such a scare. Baker street exploded it’s all over the news and I’ve been trying to get ahold of you ever since. Are you okay? Is John okay? What happened?”

“We’re fine, just a little accident,” Sherlock replied calmly.

“I thought you were dead, the least you could have done was sent me a text” she whimpered.

“Oh come on now, you know I’m more clever than that, besides I’ve been busy, you know how it is” he mused.

1:20

“Y/n, do you remember the phone call we had just before Reichenbach, right as Moriarty had begun his master plan?” he asked feeling rushed.

“Of course I do, I still have nightmares from that call,”

“Well, I need you to tell me what you said that day,”

“There’s no way in hell,” you replied. Sherlock was able to see how much this upset you and clenched his eyes shut feeling the pressure.

“Please Y/n, I really need to hear it,” he begged softly.

0:60

“Sherlock, is everything alright?” you asked concerned at his unprecedented demeanor.

Eurus warned her brother to remember the rules.

“Everything is fine, I just need to hear you say it,”

“Why? This better not be one of your experiments,”

“It’s not, I promise. I wouldn’t do that, not to you,”

“I don’t get the big deal,”

“Please Y/n,”