#i am so tempted to blaze this just because how fucking funny would that be

[podcastwizard]

TITS BACK ON TUMBLR???

DON’T MIND IF I DO!!!

#POST TITS

#i don't know how to use community labels #and i will never learn #i am so tempted to blaze this just because how fucking funny would that be #and ten dollars IS under the bit limit #but imagine the emotional toll

[indigoh4ze]

party || rafe cameron

warning- SMUT // vaginal fingering, eating out, vaginal penetration, mentions of intoxication

rafe cameron x fem!reader

a/n- so this is my first time writing for outer banks, im terrible at writing actual interactions so im sorry its so bad at first lmao. also disclaimer: rafe in this fic is nothing like he is canon, so his characterization is off. enjoy :)

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the lights were blazing, different colors zapping throughout the room as you made your way over to the couch. your head was slightly fuzzy from the intoxication, but you managed.

since the couch was empty, you took the chance to sprawl your whole body out on it, head on one arm and feet dangling off the other. you watched as everyone danced and made out and filled their bodies with even more toxins. soon, you found yourself just dazing up at the ceiling, lips opening and closing slightly as you lip-synced in a whispering tone to the loud music.

after what felt like hours, but could’ve only been a few minutes, you felt something nudge your thigh. without moving your neck, you let your eyes flash down to find the source of the movement.

hovering over you was rafe cameron. his dirty blonde hair framed his face messily, a single cross earring dangling from his left ear, a red solo cup in his hand as his free hand poked at your thigh.

“what?” you slurred, now moving up on your elbows and blinking back the haziness.

“i wanna sit,” he said, taking a sip from the cup. even in this state it wasn’t hard to notice how good the boy looked, tilting his head back and gulping down the liquid, eyes never leaving your own.

you groaned, pulling your knees to your chest and allowing rafe to throw himself onto the cushion. you were now facing his side, as his hands gripped your legs and pulled them back to their original position, except now they laid over his leg. giving him a curious look, you laid the side of your face on the back cushion and fidgeted with the bracelet around your wrist.

“shouldn’t you be like- getting shit faced or something.” rafe snickered at your words, sending you a glare before looking back down to his cup, which he was also mindlessly playing with.

“sorry, did i interrupt your little..nap?” he teased with a hint of amusement, referring to the previous state you were in, and you scoffed in return, mind clearing a bit more and making room for annoyance.

“whatever.” and then, you were pulling your legs off him and standing up, albeit wobbly as you almost fell to the side, caught by rafe’s firm grip around your arm.

“you good?”

“‘m fine,” you dismissed the boy, confused as to why he was even talking to you in the first place.

the truth was, you never liked him, he was rude and careless and selfish and way too much to put up with. but you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the boy, and the tension that was always evident when the two of you were together.

but you always just pushed those thoughts aside, because even the thought of anything happening made your mind whirl with a plethora of emotions, not good ones by any means.

but then, you also couldn’t deny the recurring fantasies of things that could happen. could but wont, because he’s rafe cameron, and not even you’re desperate enough to be one of his bitches.

“hey?” a light tug of your arm pulled you back to the present, and you turned to see rafe at your side, cup forgotten as one of his hands molded around your waist and the other wrapped around your bicep to steady you.

“i’m really fine-.” you pulled away from him, and right as you did so, you felt someone back up on you, pushing you towards rafe and into his chest as a cold liquid spread from the lower half of your head and down your back.

you gasped in surprise, suddenly awake and alert as you sharply turned to see a boy standing there, cup tilted and empty as all its contents spilt on your back. he mumbled a quick apology, then took off laughing with his friends about something they said that probably wasn’t even funny.

“you sure about that?” rafe inquired, eyebrow raised in amusement as you stepped away from him, this time more cautiously. “c’mon, we’ll clean you up.”

although you wanted to say no and tell him to fuck off because you could handle it yourself, you were too exhausted from the long night to put up much protest other than a dramatic groan. then, you nodded, and rafe led you away from the crowd of people with a tug of your wrist.

—//—

now, you found yourself in a bedroom, rafes bedroom, waiting expectantly as you stood in front of the boy.

“what now?” you ask, palming your eyes and yawning, looking back at rafe with glossy eyes now, which were sending waves of tingles through the boys stomach.

“take a shower,” he implied, as if it was obvious. you scrunched your brows as he pointed to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“i don’t have any spare clothes.”

“i’ll find you something to wear,” rafe shrugged, “go on,” he urged you to the bathroom, and you followed obediently, not having it in you to put up any sort of fight or ask questions.

“i’ll be right back,” rafe said from the room as you closed the bathroom door, only to hear the door to the bedroom close as well, meaning rafe left.

your mind was filled with the thought that he just ditched you, which was a possibility, but you ignored that thought and slipped your shirt over your head. once all the articles of clothing were thrown onto the cold tile floor, along with your shoes which sat messily in the corner, you lift a foot into the tub, stepping in.

immediately, you played with the oddly fancy knobs and managed to turn them on, warm water rushing through the shower head as your tilted your head back into it. the odd colored drink washed away from your hair, falling onto the floor of the tub and down the drain smoothly. you searched for soap, quickly cleaning up and scrubbing your hair twice for good measure. the smell of the soap reminded you of rafe, not surprising considering it was literally his own soap, you told yourself, annoyed by your current thoughts.

the feeling of the slightly cold water hitting your skin was enough to wake you up fully, but you were too lost in the blissful feeling of the water to pay much attention to your surroundings.

that was until you heard the door to the bathroom open, and you peaked your head through the curtain to find rafe, setting a towel on the counter, along with a shirt and a pair of shorts.

“who’s are those?” you questioned, making rafe jump as he realized you were watching him.

“sarah, i just took some from her,” he shrugged, and now you were even more confused.

first, he started talking to you randomly. then he’s helping you stand. then he’s taking you to his room..so you can shower. then he’s getting clothes for you to wear? how much did you have to drink? you started to ask yourself, questioning if this was all you just being wasted.

but it wasn’t, you felt pretty much fine. so there had to be something you were missing.

“just hurry up and change, i’ll be in the other room.” without another glance towards you, rafe left the bathroom, leaving you standing there, wet hair dripping forward from the way you had tilted your head to peek through. you went back to getting the soap out of your hair, rushing a bit more now.

meanwhile, rafe was in his room, just outside the bathroom, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. what the fuck am i doing? was his only thought.

he was honestly just confused as you were. it started when he saw you laying on the couch, mouth agape as your eyes sketched shapes on the ceiling. you just being there was tempting enough, but after that he just had to make his way over to you.

the two of you hadn’t had many conversations in the past, at least no genuine ones. most were just bickering, to be honest. but, just as you thought, the tension was undeniable. the feelings weren’t one sided, that was for sure.

when he caught you from falling over, you had leaned into his warmth and something almost turned in his stomach, which was quite nauseating on his side. it was annoying how fucking worked up he got around you. his mind would spin with options of what to do with you. did he want to just kiss you, fuck you or annoy you to death? he had no idea, but it was overwhelming, to say the least.

so when he invited you to his room to clean up, he wasn’t really thinking about it, because everything was happening at once. he even searched his sisters room for goddamn clothes for you.

interrupting his inner monologue, a door opened and out came your figure, except you weren’t wearing the clothes he had given you. no, you were just in your towel, actually. your skin looked slightly damp still, but your hair had been fluffed out and dried a bit from the towel.

“what are you- where are the clothes i gave you?” rafe asked, standing hesitatingly.

“dunno, wasn’t my style i guess,” you shrugged, looking around his room casually, taking in the very rafe feel it gave.

rafe just scoffed, messing his hair up and stepping closer. “well, you can’t really go out in a towel now, can you?”

this reminded you that there was still a party going on, although it was muffled and a bit quieter as people began to call it a night.

“then i won’t go out.” you stepped closer, looking up at rafe with an expression of uncertainty, trying to identify the look behind his eyes, figure out what the fuck he was up to. but you saw nothing. if anything, there were just a bit of nervousness hidden there.

“and what exactly do you plan on doing, then? since your obviously so wise.” now his guarded demeanor was back up, though he had taken a step closer so your heavy breaths were hitting each other perfectly, hands close to grazing one another’s.

“i don’t know.” then, another reminder flashed in your mind, and you looked back at rafe, “wait, why are you even here? isn’t this like- your party?”

“well, technically topper wanted a party, i wanted to go to bed and sleep for a year.” you chucked at this, figuring he had already gotten fucked up today and didn’t feel like another party. then, taking a risk, you leaned in just a bit, and rafe didn’t pull back. actually, he pushed forward, bringing his large hands to wheel around your waist, setting fire through your veins.

it was as if both of you snapped at the same time, first eyeing each others lips, then pushing forward and taking said lips between your own. the kiss was hungry and long waited, immense relief flushing through you, which took you both by surprise.

not even a few minutes of this passed by before rafe was tugging at the towel, still clinging around your naked body, droplets of water probably wetting his floor.

before letting the fabric reveal your body, rafe looked at you, pulling away for a moment and looking over your features, silently asking permission. a quick nod was all it took for the material to be ripped off and throw to the side, rafe spinning you both around until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fell back onto the mattress.

rafe looked over you with a smirk, eyes skimming over each and every detail of your body as if savoring it. a lick of his lips was all it took for your thighs to rub together, anticipation becoming too much as you waited for him.

this obviously pissed him off, because now his hands were tearing your legs apart, exposing your bare cunt inch by inch. “don’t even try to cover this up, got it?”

his voice was demanding, and luring, enough to make you nod, eyes softening in obedience, resulting in a snicker from rafe.

he leaned back in, delving down to leave kisses along your collar bone and suck on the flesh until bruises built against your skin, making you whimper and grab his dirty blond tressed with your fingers.

the sound of your whimpers made rafe go crazy, but he tamed the need inside him long enough to work his way down your stomach, placing teasing kisses down your inner thighs, but not once touching the spot you needed the most attention in.

“please, rafe,” you pleaded, not sure where it came from but gong with it once you saw the way he looked up at you, lust blown eyes and parted lips, waiting to be against your cunt.

“please what, hm? tell me what you want me to do, baby,” rafe cooed, fingers clenching around the inside of your thighs so he could push them apart and kiss your inner thighs, resulting in your back arching and hips begging upwards.

“n-need your mouth.” your face blushed with embarrassment of having to speak the words, but rafe just tsked, one hand moving upwards as he used his thumb to draw circles around your cunt, only passing your folds, earning a cry from you.

“i need more than that, doll.”

“fuck! please, j-just need your mouth on me, rafe, need to feel your mouth on my pussy, please!”

it seems that was acceptable for rafe, his thumb pausing just above your clit, then dragging down, finally grazing over the sensitive bud and stimulating it perfectly. your hips jerked at the sensation, but you grew accustomed to the feeling once he began working in small circles.

soon, his mouth was on your cunt, tracing paths over your folds and rubbing at the nub with a flat tongue, constantly sending shivers through you as you moaned with pleasure. his hands stayed at your side, ring clad finger’s cold against your flesh as his tongue dug inside you and began fucking your hole with no remorse.

the shapes and letters his warm tongue carved into you were almost too much, and when you reached down to rake your fingers through his hair, you fought the urge to push his head down and allow him to bury himself completely between your thighs.

“f-fuck! rafe, oh god, feels so good,” you sobbed, voice becoming louder as he hummed into you, a smirk on his lips, no doubt, from seeing you fall apart for him.

rafe pulled away within a second, licking his lip and keeping his eyes on your cunt, calculating his next move. you watched as he did so, suddenly feeling exposed as he raked his eyes over the slick coating your folds and your clit throbbing painfully through them. you squirmed at the emptiness, about to squeeze your thighs together, but you were too late as rafe brought a hand up, middle and forefinger pushing through your folds and embedding themselves within your walls.

a loud gasp escaped your lips as he did so, and you bit down painfully on the cushion of them as his fingers pumped in and out of you with nonstop speed. rafe looked up at you, his own lips parted beautifully as he watched moans flow easily out of your mouth.

“you like that, baby?” came his husky voice, only intensifying your already great pleasure that ran through your body. you nodded at his inquiry, not able to form coherent thoughts under his gaze. and that was when his fingers made a hook and pressed against your most sensitive part, making you squirm.

his smirk became bigger, and his fingers fucked you harder, a desperate attempt to ruin you right there. then he was leaning down, still pumping his fingers, and began to lick your clit with fervor, flicking the bud and sucking without resistance until your thighs were clenching around his head and you were a complete moaning mess.

“oh fuck- i’m g-gonna come rafe, pleaseplease,” you begged pathetically, having no time to be embarrassed as he hummed, nodding his head while still sucking on your clit, and permitted you to let go.

the orgasm took over in a huge wave, which came surprisingly fast, and the only thing on your mind was the bubbling in your stomach that was finally freed. moans and gasps fell from your lips as you wet his tongue and fingers, and rafe didn’t let a drop go to waste as he lapped up your slick, helping to prolong your orgasm.

hands reaching for his hair in dazed motions, eyes closed and lips parted, you mumbled, “t-too much, rafe,” which was the boys que to give you a final kiss on your clit, then remove his head and fingers from your cunt.

now, rafe stared up at you, swiping a ring clad thumb over his bottom lip, which was glistening with your arousal. his thumb then moved to enter your mouth, and you dutifully took in the digit, sucking with starry eyes, and whimpering when he removed it from your grasp.

rafe rose to his full height, still in his shirt and pants, which were no doubt keeping his hard dick from standing tall. suddenly, you felt that flush arise to your cheeks from your being nude, and you bit your lip and reached a hand out to grapple at his shirt. he took this as a sign to pull the material over his head, then going in for his buckle as well. the sound of the metal clinking as he loosened it from its straps was enough to send you into a spiral of anticipation, eyeing his clothed prick impatiently.

rafe had that smirk plastered to his face still, throwing his belt aside and then his pants, making sure not to go too fast as he tormented you.

you let out a whine as he hooked his fingers around his boxers, not pulling them down fully but revealing his v line. “rafe,” you pouted, and he decided to be nice and let them fall down, now unclothed as he kicked off his shoes and settled ontop of you, marking your chest and neck immediately.

sighing with content, you held him close and let his lips suck on your flesh, until the arousal was too much and he began to grind against you, slowly. your cunt was already becoming slick again as he rubbed against your thigh.

rafe lift himself up to his knees, pumping his cock, the point of his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth in concentration. the image of your breasts on display for him, and your lips parted and chest thumping was enough to make the boy cum on the spot.

he raised a brow at you, making sure you were still okay, and once getting a quick nod, he pressed the head of his cock against your folds. in the next second, he was thrusting into you, earning a loud gasp from you, which he covered with a hand on your mouth.

“shh, ‘m gonna fuck you good, okay? just lay there and look pretty,” he teased, but you nodded, wanting nothing more than to do as he said.

the thrusts started out mild, but soon quickened tempo, hips stuttering against yours as he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled it over his shoulder. this allowed a better angle, and you moaned with him as he repeatedly pounded into your already sensitive cunt.

you slid a hand down your bouncing breasts and stomach, then to your throbbing clit, soothing it with your gentle fingers before rafe slapped them away, as if saying “mine.”

his own hand went around your propped up leg to thumb at your clit, whilst the other made a path over your hips and breasts, fondling with the mound of flesh and pinching your nipple.

the overstimulation was rushing through you violently, his thrusts becoming sloppy, orgasm at the brink. you watched his head fly back, eyes rolling and mouth a gape, hypnotized by how pretty he looked even when he was fucking you.

“rafe,” you repeatedly mumbled, forming no other words in your clouded mind.

“hm? does it feel good? d’you like the way i fuck you, pretty girl?”

“y-yeah, so good,” you hummed, your own head rolling back onto the pillow, hips thrusting up to meet his and satisfy the hunger that once again boiled in your core.

“i’m gonna cum on your tits, are you gonna be good for me?” he said just as your orgasm was about to wash you away, and you nodded fast, once again wanting to be the best you could for him.

then, you came, waves of pleasure splashing through you before he pulled out, still thumbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, using his free hand to fist his cock which hovered over your breasts.

you held your tits in two shaky hands, squeezing them together and massaging them while rafe came, painting your breasts and stomach until he had milked out every last drop he could. he mumbled yes’s and fuck’s, along with your name until his high died down.

breathing harshly, you set ur sight to the ceiling, deep intakes of air causing the ends of rafe’s lips to turn upwards slightly. he leaned down to place one last kiss on your flushed cheek before letting himself fall onto the mattress beside you.

“let’s clean you up,” rafe said, turning to look at you, “the party’s not over yet.”

uhhhh yeah idk how i feel ab this i hope it wasn't terrible ig. reblogs appreciated :)

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[quidfree]

can you Please write the scene with bakugou's piercing SGDHEFEH the concept is too funny to me !!!

anon you’re lucky 報復性熬夜 is a concept i am firmly attached to so here i am at 1 am rattling this off instead of getting my beauty sleep. please excuse the standard of writing as a result

by the second day, katsuki is seriously considering agreeing to todoroki’s earlier and ambiguously sincere proposal that they play i spy.

he doesn’t know what it is about this particular job that’s so unbearable. no, scratch that- of course he knows what’s unbearable; it’s sat right next to him on a too-small chair in their too-small room staring impassively out of a too-small window. but he’s been thrown into so much shit with icyhot you’d think he’d developed some kind of immunity by now, the way vaccines microdose you on viruses so you can resist the real thing. call katsuki an antivaxxer, he guesses, because he has overdosed on todoroki ever since he met the asshole and he’s still not ready for how far up the wall he’s driving him when they’re stuck together for two straight days without a breather or any contact with the outside world.

cards on the table: stake-outs aren’t his thing. he does them just fine, fuck you very much, but he doesn’t like ‘em. why would he? they’re some ungodly blend of extremely boring and extremely tense, where nothing happens right up until way too long into it and then everything goes to shit unprompted. it’s rare he ever gets called in on jobs like this- people tend to assume he lacks the temperament for it, for one, and for another he’s too useful to lock away for days on end. it’s only because their suspected target is so insanely volatile and dangerous that it’s the two of them waiting for her to show her ugly face- no one else is even allowed in the perimeter. which is fucking fine, but he just wishes the cops would get their shit together for once and actually have the proof ready by the time they call the pros in so he doesn’t have to wait before he goes in guns blazing. instead they talked some bullshit about how critical of a stage this was and blah blah fifteen years of (obviously mediocre) work had gone into setting this trap, etc etc. the point is that it’s led to katsuki stuck in the world’s most disgusting little apartment, staring out of a splintered window for two-going-on-three days with no one but the world’s most annoying prodigy to keep him company. the place is such a dump they’re sleeping on mats in sleeping bags. it’s like fucking UA summer camp, and at this point he’d take the kidnapping over the waiting.

day one wasn’t so bad, right up until he realized there would be a day two. day two is bad from start to finish. they’re supposed to take turns on watch but there’s fuck all else to do except sit on their phones, and katsuki can only quote tweet so much dumb shit before he gets bored. he can’t talk to anyone outside because of confidentiality bullshit, and there’s no point checking work shit when he can’t do anything from where they are. so it’s either silently watching the warehouse or talking to todoroki, and todoroki is a fucking terrible conversationalist.

the thing with icyhot is this: katsuki doesn’t hate him, okay. like, he hates him, but also not really. they’re, at a push, maybe, sort of, friends. verging on close ones. not that he’d say so, but after the amount of dramatic self-sacrifices and final stands against a joint enemy they’ve endured he can’t really muster the energy to argue otherwise. todoroki’s tolerable, sort of maybe. usually katsuki borderline likes working with him, because if nothing else he’s good at what he does, and they know each other too well to be anything but in sync in the field. if they were doing almost anything else he’d be relieved at the choice of pairing.

they are not, however, doing anything else, and todoroki still fucking sucks at talking like a normal person. when he’d woken katsuki up for his shift of night-watch he’d loomed over him ominously like a fucking ghoul and said, voice belying no humor: “do you think plants can feel pain?”

there’s fucking nothing to talk about. anything interesting is essentially vetoed because it’d inevitably distract them from the whole intent observation thing, and katsuki hates small talk on a normal day but especially when todoroki’s doing his ‘alien attempting earth dialect’ bit and asking him about weather or the tokyo transportation system or whatever. so they just sit in semi-silence and occasionally go on very stupid tangents katsuki is glad no one can witness and remain overall bored out of their fucking skulls.

by day three they’ve already exhausted i spy and also the alphabet game and hangman, and katsuki draws the line at tic-tac-toe. todoroki looks implacable as always but his eye has started twitching a little. katsuki tries to think of literally anything that could plausibly take up their time and not take their eyes off the window, comes up short. twister is not a good idea even ignoring their lack of a board. shop talk is so very tempting, but he’s not losing this villain and wasting two days’ suffering because they get carried away on some long-winded discussion, so that’s not an option either.

“how’s your ear?” todoroki says, and at first katsuki thinks he’s really fucking lost it if he’s started asking after the wellbeing of his individual body parts, but then he remembers the last time they saw each other katsuki was throwing himself into the path of some jackass with a trumpeting quirk who nearly blew out his eardrum, so he guesses half ‘n half’s not entirely insane yet. he shrugs, shifts in his chair.

“fine. couldn’t hear shit from it for like three straight days, though. and my balance was fucked.”

“it hasn’t scarred at all.”

“yeah. lame place for a scar,” katsuki says, flexing his fingers absently. they’re all of them more roughed up than they were at UA, but talent and good healers have kept him mostly intact, give or take a few big nasties like the time he got gutted in first year or his near loss of an eye around graduation. privately he suspects genetics have dealt him a good hand, what with his gene donor’s perfect skin, but then todoroki doesn’t have that excuse and he’s not scarred anywhere ugly except the obvious, though katsuki could point blind to most of the nasties he’s accumulated under his suit.

not that he thinks about what’s under todoroki’s suit. god, he needs to get out of here.

“i don’t know,” todoroki is saying now, thoughtful. “a lot of people have ear-scars, no? from piercings.”

“that’s different,” katsuki says, immediately contrarian, even as he thinks about it. by the warehouse a truck stalls, but then moves on, lessening his momentary excitement. “most people don’t let that shit heal. unless you’re a moron there’s no point getting a hole jabbed through your ear if you’re not sure you want it.”

“would you?” todoroki asks, mildly curious, and taps his ear where katsuki can see him in the window’s reflection. “get a piercing, i mean.”

“what’s it to you?”

todoroki rolls his eyes at him like he’s being pointlessly difficult, which he maybe is a little. “i don’t know. i think it would suit you.”

“yeah?” katsuki sniffs, mollified and trying not to show it. it’s always a mistake to let icyhot know when his obvious ploys are working. “been thinking about it?”

“i can hardly sleep at night for thinking about it,” todoroki deadpans, which makes katsuki scowl and stomp down on the extremely unwarranted flush crawling up his neck in response.

“fuck off. i guess i’d do like one or two.”

“really? you always say no to tattoos.”

“that’s different. i don’t trust some asshole to draw a fucking infinity sign on my knee or whatever. sticking a hole through an ear is hard to fuck up, and you barely register it after. if you get a shitty tattoo you have to think about it all the time.”

“if it’s easy then why don’t you have any?” todoroki asks, but he sounds genuinely curious more than like he’s trying to catch him out, so katsuki thinks about it honestly.

“don’t have the time. ‘s not like i can really afford to pencil in an afternoon to the nearest parlor or whatever just for that.”

“i read you can pierce your ears with a needle.”

“i guess i haven’t fucking thought about it that much, then,” katsuki grumbles, forever irked by todoroki’s smart mouth. problem solver his ass. the guy goes around making problems for everyone.

they sit in silence for a beat, watching the breeze rattle the wooden planks barricading a window opposite them, and then he thinks needle, and does some very quick mental arithmetics to reach the conclusion that todoroki is probably also landing on, judging by the way he blinks when katsuki briefly glances his way. 

he thinks about the job, and how close he’d come to throttling todoroki during i spy, and the great dawning nothingness ahead of them for fuck knows how long still. at the very worst, they have to start moving with a needle in his ear. 

“pass me your medikit.”

todoroki does, but when katsuki unzips the pack he shifts. “it’d be easier if i did it.”

“it’s not rocket science,” katsuki mutters, considering the needle critically before glancing back out of the window. “'s not like i give a shit about precise location.”

“i’m just saying i wouldn’t have to go in blind. and you can keep watch while i do it.”

“or you can keep watch while i do. same shit.”

todoroki only shakes his head, because unlike some people who shall not be named he is not so incredibly psychosexually attached to offering help where it isn’t wanted. “fine.”

katsuki eyes the window, squints at his ear. tissue’s the best bet- he thinks he could probably manage cartilage fine, but on the off chance they have to drop everything and run he doesn’t want to accidentally snap a bone and start the fight inconvenienced. lobe it is.

“wait,” todoroki says, just when he’s focused, and then reaches over without removing his gaze from the window to press two fingers to the needle, tip going blisteringly red-hot before he releases it. cauterised. their kit’s sterilised anyway, but katsuki grunts his begrudging thanks, repositions himself. 

“wait,” todoroki says again, and this time katsuki can’t help but turn to glare at him where he’s still watchfully staring outside.

“fucking what, icyhot?”

“two seconds,” todoroki promises, gaze flickering his way for half a second with something like self-effacing amusement before he turns his eyes dutifully away and reaches his other arm around to pinch his ear, which flares cold so quickly katsuki hisses even as his cheeks heat. fucking weirdo.

“could’ve just said,” he mutters, ignoring his not at all jumpy pulse to refocus on the task at hand as todoroki does that obnoxious lip-twitch thing that means he’s smiling internally. 

physics dictates that he keep his wrist at an angle if he wants the needle to come out right, so he does, braces and jabs. it goes so easy he almost doubts his own success, not even the slightest twinge of pain ensuing. he twists for good measure, removes the needle, watches tiny beads of blood emerge from the piercing. 

well, that was anticlimactic, katsuki thinks, retrieving an anti-bacterial wipe for the needle, and then pauses, staring at the window.

“motherfucker.”

“what?”

“what the fuck am i supposed to put through this?”

todoroki’s mismatched eyes go gratifyingly wide in the window, and for one spectacularly braindead moment two of the world’s most outstanding pro-heroes stare at one another in a shitty broken window with equal amounts of retroactive dismay. 

“um,” todoroki says, or as close to ‘um’ as todoroki will ever say. katsuki wishes dearly he was still of an age where he could throw him through a wall. then his eyes focus elsewhere, sharpening with what could pass as professional focus but is mostly naked relief. “um.”

um in-fucking-deed. by the warehouse, a door has just opened a sliver.

“you owe me a fucking earring,” katsuki declares, but so fast it lacks any aggression, already halfway out the window by the time he finishes speaking, atrophied limbs reviving with an ecstatic chemical burn as fresh air hits their faces. 

god. if he ever gets stuck on stake-out duty again he’s sleeping by himself under a parked car or some shit. 

they make disgustingly quick work of the fight, in the end, days of pent-up frustration and skull-numbing boredom leaving them so bursting with power that it’s almost embarrassing for the villain, but when the first kow-towing police officer reaches them full of praise and suggestion that they handle another job he has queued up they chorus a ‘no’ so violent the guy actually jumps. 

todoroki’s not so bad, katsuki thinks fondly, watching his face slide into frigid blankness with absolutely no idea of how shitless he’s scaring the officers around them. it’s almost enough to make him forget to kick his ass for the enormously shitty banter he’d had to endure vis-a-vis his still-bleeding ear throughout the entire tragically short fight.

almost. not quite. who even knew there was a ‘gay ear’?

#qui parle #qui ecrit #anon #todobaku #bnha #tdbk

[diamondcitydarlin]

In reference to your previous post about Sy*ki but holy shit

'it just feels like loki was unashamedly remolded into a different character' and 'and in that way just feels like the product of a wishfulfillment fanfic'

Are you aware you have quite literally boiled down Loki to one of it's funniest core issues that I desperately hope you're aware of: It was based on the lead writer's self-insert script. I am not joking, Waldron wrote a script about a time-travelling male lead who can be easily argued to be a self-insert and about his fantasy woman being the coolest most kick-ass bestest woman ever but just can't help but love him and fall for his amazing male charms! For some reason !

Somebody found this script, and it turns out the entire Loki show is based on it, right down to having a President Loki counterpart. I can't remember the exact title, but it's something very similar to: 'the worst man in the universe and the woman who came to kill him.'

It's somewhere online and linked in a tumblr post somewhere, and god I wish I could find it for you.

Loki literally is a different character bc he's Waldron's fantasy man, doing nothing but still getting the blazing hot woman (Sylvie) bc women just can't resist him. I really hope you knew about this fact beforehand, or this is going to be a tragic anon to read.

Haha no worries anon, I'm not only aware of this script but I have (quite unfortunately) read it and as I do voiceover/narration work from time to time I've been tempted to do a funny dramatic reading of it lol but it really does enrage me and idk that this work, however laughably bad, is worth any of my time or energy so...probably won't do that. Might be funny tho.

Now, the truth is, there are elements of this screenplay that can work (though there aren't many and most of it is misogynist self unaware garbage). While Waldron didn't invent the TVA, he did provide inspo for the time-traveling story concept to be implemented in such a way that Loki could slot in...though the comics technically do the same thing, but I can't expect execs at Marvel Studios to uhm...*checks notes* be at all familiar with the comics themselves. I guess what I'm saying is, his script provided the inspo template they apparently needed to put all these pieces together, even though they all existed prior and could've been accessible with even just a cursory look at a wikipedia page for their own source material- but ANYWAY!

I also love the concept of President Loki, I think it can work well and I've outlined how I would've best implemented him in a story arc that would also address variant!Loki's character growth (that is to say that I would've started by giving him more than 5 secs of screentime lol). There is definitely some little bits of useful scrap here and there in this junkheap of a screenplay (that most certainly would've been ridiculed and rejected and shredded and deleted to hell had it been written by anyone not in Michael's demographic / sphere of influence) that can be salvaged into a story that is actually relevant to Loki.

But no one was interested in doing that, least of all Mike, who I'm sure has never had to suffer a shred of doubt in his life about this screenplay and felt fully entitled to pushing forward with the story as it was because fuck Loki, really, he's got a story to tell. Not a good one, and certainly not one that's going to appeal to most people who enjoy this character and will be tuning in, but fuck 'em, right? Why should he care?

Anyway, I'm glad that Owen and Tom did at least.

[96harmony96]

Chapter 3

when Megumi and I stepped into an elevator, I hit the button for the top floor.

“I’ll be back in five minutes, if anyone asks,” I told her, as she stepped off at Waters Field & Leaman.

“Give her a kiss for me, will you?” she said, playfully fanning herself. “Makes me hot just thinking about living vicariously through you.”

I managed a smile before the doors closed and the car continued its ascent. When it reached the end of the line, I exited into a tastefully ornate and undeniably masculine entrance foyer. Smoky glass security doors were sandblasted with jauregui INDUSTRIES and softened by hanging baskets of ferns and lilies.

lauren ’s redheaded receptionist was unusually cooperative and buzzed me in before I reached the door. Then she grinned at me in a way that got my back up. I’d always gotten the impression she didn’t like me, so I didn’t trust that smile for a minute. It made me twitchy. Still, I waved and said hello, because I wasn’t a catty bitch—unless I was given good reason to be.

I took the long hallway that led to lauren , stopping at a large secondary reception area where his secretary, Scott, manned the desk.

Scott stood as I approached. “Hello, camila,” she greeted me, reaching for his phone. “I’ll let her know you’re here.”

The glass wall that separated lauren ’s office from the rest of the floor was usually crystal clear but could be made opaque with the push of a button. It was frosted now, which increased my uneasiness. “Is she alone?”

“Yes, but—”

Whatever else he said was lost as I pushed through the glass door and into lauren ’s domain. It was a massive space, with three distinct seating areas, each larger than my boss Mark’s entire office. In contrast to the elegant warmth of lauren ’s apartment, his office was decorated in a cool palette of black, gray, and white broken only by the jewel-toned crystal decanters that decorated the wall behind a bar.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city on two sides. The one solid wall opposite the immense desk was covered in flat screens streaming news channels from around the world.

My gaze swept the room and caught on the throw pillow that had been carelessly knocked to the floor. Beside it were indents in the area rug that betrayed where the couch feet were usually planted. The piece of furniture had, apparently, been bumped askew by a few inches.

My heart rate sped up and my palms grew damp. That awful anxiety I’d felt earlier intensified.

I had just noticed the open door to the washroom when lauren stepped into view, stealing my breath with the beauty of his exposed torso. His hair was damp, as if from a recent shower, and his neck and upper chest were still flushed, as it became when she exerted herself physically.

she froze when she saw me, his gaze darkening for an instant before his perfect, implacable mask slid effortlessly into place.

“It’s not a good time, camila,” she said, shrugging into a dress shirt she’d had draped over the back of a bar stool . . . a different shirt from the one she’d been wearing earlier that morning. “I’m running late to an appointment.”

I gripped my purse tightly. Seeing her so intimately brought home how badly I wanted her. I loved her insanely, needed her like I needed to breathe . . . which only made it easier for me to understand how Magdalene and Corinne felt, and to relate to any lengths they might go to in trying to lure her away from me. “Why are you half dressed?”

There was no help for it. My body responded instinctively to the sight of his, which made it even harder for me to rein in my rioting emotions. His open, neatly pressed dress shirt revealed golden skin stretched tightly over washboard abs and perfectly defined pectorals. A dusting of dark hair over his chest arrowed down and darkened into a thin line, leading to a cock presently encased in boxer briefs and slacks. Just thinking about how she felt inside me made me ache with longing.

“I got something on my shirt.” she began buttoning up, his abs flexing with his movements as she crossed over to the bar, where I saw his cuff links waiting. “I have to run. If you need something, let Scott know and she’ll see to it. Or I’ll take care of it when I get back. I shouldn’t be more than two hours.”

“Why are you running late?”

she didn’t look at me when she answered, “I had to squeeze in a last-minute meeting.”

Did you now? “You showered this morning.” After making love to me for an hour.“Why did you have to shower again?”

“Why the inquisition?” she snapped.

Needing answers, I went to the washroom. The lingering humidity was oppressive. Ignoring the voice in my head telling me not to look for trouble I couldn’t bear to find, I dug his shirt out of the laundry basket . . . and saw red lipstick smeared like a bloodstain on one of the cuffs. Pain twisted through my chest.

Dropping the garment on the floor, I pivoted and left, needing to get as far away from lauren as possible. Before I threw up or started sobbing.

“camila!” she snapped as I hurried past her. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

“Fuck you, asswipe.”

“Excuse me?”

My hand was on the door handle when she caught me, yanking me back by the elbow. Spinning, I slapped her with enough force to turn his head and set my palm on fire.

“Goddamn it,” she growled, grabbing me by the arms and shaking me. “Don’t fucking hit me!”

“Don’t touch me!” The feel of his bare hands on the bare skin of my arms was too much.

she shoved back and away from me. “What the fuck’s gotten into you?”

“I saw her, lauren .”

“Saw who?”

“Corinne!”

she scowled. “What are you talking about?”

Pulling my smartphone out, I thrust the photo in his face. “Busted.”

lauren ’s gaze narrowed on the screen, and then his scowl cleared. “Busted doing what, exactly?” she asked, too softly.

“Oh, screw you.” I turned toward the door, shoving my phone in my purse. “I’m not spelling it out for you.”

His palm slapped against the glass, holding the door closed. Caging me with his body, she leaned down and hissed in my ear, “Yes. Yes, you goddamn will spell it out.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as our position at the door brought back a flood of heated memories from the first time I’d been in lauren ’s office. she’d stopped me just like this, seducing me deftly, drawing us into a passionate embrace on the very couch that had recently seen some kind of action forceful enough to shove it out of position.

“Doesn’t a picture say a thousand words?” I bit out through clenched teeth.

“So Corinne was manhandled. What does that have to do with me?”

“Are you kidding me? Let me out.”

“I don’t find anything even remotely funny about this. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been this pissed off at a woman. You come in here with your half-assed accusations and self-righteous bullshit—”

“I am righteous!” I twisted around and ducked beneath his arm, putting some much-needed distance between us. Being close to her hurt too much. “I would never cheat on you! If I wanted to fuck around, I’d break it off with you first.”

Leaning into the door, lauren crossed his arms. His shirt remained untucked and open at the collar, a look I found hot and tempting, which only made me angrier.

“You think I cheated on you?” His tone was clipped and icy.

I sucked in a deep breath to get through the pain of imagining her with Corinne on the sofa behind me. “Explain to me why she was here at the Crossfire, looking like she did. Why your office looks like this. Why you look like that.”

His gaze went to the couch, then to the cushion on the floor, then back to me. “I don’t know why Corinne was here or why she looked like that. I haven’t seen her since last night, when you were with me.”

Last night seemed like it’d happened forever ago. I wished that it had never happened at all.

“But I wasn’t with you,” I pointed out. “She batted her eyelashes and said she wanted to introduce you to someone, and you left me standing there.”

“Christ.” His eyes blazed. “Not this again.”

I swiped angrily at a tear that slid down my cheek.

she growled. “You think I went with her because I was overcome with the need to be with her and get away from you?”

“I don’t know, lauren . You ditched me. You’re the one with the answers.”

“You ditched me first.”

My mouth fell open. “I did not!”

“The hell you didn’t. Almost the second we arrived, you took off. I had to hunt you down and when I did, you were dancing with that prick.”

“Martin is Stanton’s nephew!” And since Richard Stanton was my stepdad, I thought of Martin as family.

“I don’t care if he’s a damned priest. He wants to nail you.”

“Oh my God. That’s absurd! Stop deflecting. You were talking business with your associates. It was awkward standing there. For them as well as me.”

“That’s your place, awkward or not!”

My head jerked back as if she’d slapped me. “Come again?”

“How would you feel if I walked away from you at a Waters Field and Leaman party because you started talking about a campaign? Then, when you found me, I was slow dancing with Magdalene?”

“I—” God. I hadn’t thought of it like that.

lauren appeared smooth and unruffled with his powerful frame lounging against the door, but I could sense the anger vibrating beneath that calm surface. she was riveting always, but most especially when she was seething with passion. “It’s my place to stand beside you, and support you, and yes, just fucking look pretty on your arm sometimes. It’s my right, my duty, and my privilege, camila, just as it’s yours in reverse.”

“I thought I was doing you a favor by getting out of the way.”

His arched brow was a silent, sarcastic comeback.

My arms crossed in front of me. “Is that why you walked off with Corinne? Were you punishing me?”

“If I wanted to punish you, camila, I’d take you over my knee.”

My gaze narrowed. That was never going to happen.

“I know how you get,” she said curtly. “I didn’t want you jealous over Corinne before I had a chance to explain. I needed a few minutes to make sure she understood how serious you and I are, and how important it was to me that you enjoy the evening. That’s the only reason I walked away with her.”

“You told her not to say anything about you two, didn’t you? You told her to keep quiet about what she is to you. Too bad Magdalene screwed that up.”

And maybe Corinne and Magdalene had planned it that way. Corinne knew lauren well enough to anticipate his moves; it might’ve been easy for her to plan around his reaction to her unexpected appearance in New York.

Which shed a whole new light on why Magdalene had called me today. She and Corinne had been talking at the Waldorf when lauren and I spotted them. Two women who wanted a man who was with another woman. Nothing was going to happen for them while I was in the picture, and because of that, I couldn’t rule out the possibility that they might be working together.

“I wanted you to hear it from me,” she said tightly.

I waved that off, more concerned about what was happening now. “I saw Corinne get into the Bentley, lauren . Right before I came up here.”

His other brow rose to match the first. “Did you?”

“Yes, I did. Can you explain that?”

“I can’t, no.”

Injured fury burned through me. I suddenly couldn’t bear to even look at her. “Then get out of my way, I have to get back to work.”

she didn’t move. “I just want to be clear on something before you go: Do you believe I fucked her?”

Hearing her say it aloud made me flinch. “I don’t know what to believe. The evidence sure—”

“I wouldn’t care if the ‘evidence’ included you finding me and her naked in a bed together.” she uncoiled so swiftly, I stumbled back in surprise. she stalked closer. “I want to know if you think I fucked her. If you think I would. Or could. Do you?”

My foot began to tap, but I didn’t retreat. “Explain the lipstick on your shirt, lauren .”

His jaw tightened. “No.”

“What?” The flat-out refusal sent me into a tailspin.

“Answer my question.”

I studied his face and saw the mask she wore around other people but had never worn with me. she reached his hand toward me as if to brush my cheek with his fingertips, then pulled back at the last minute. In that brief instant in which she pulled away, I heard his teeth grind, as if not touching me was a struggle. Agonized, I was grateful she hadn’t.

“I need you to explain,” I whispered, wondering if I imagined the wince that crossed his face. Sometimes I wanted to believe something so badly, I deliberately manufactured excuses and ignored painful reality.

“I’ve given you no reason to doubt me.”

“You’re giving me one now, lauren .” I exhaled in a rush, deflating. Withdrawing. she was standing in front of me, but she seemed miles away. “I understand you need time before you share secrets that are painful for you. I’ve been where you’re at, knowing I needed to talk about what happened to me but just not ready. That’s why I’ve tried very hard not to push you or rush you. But this secret is one that’s hurting me, and that’s different. Don’t you see that?”

Cursing under his breath, she cupped my face with cool hands. “I go out of my way to make sure you don’t have any reason to feel jealous, but when you do get possessive, I like it. I want you to fight for me. I want you to care that much. I want you crazy about me. But possessiveness without trust is hell. If you don’t trust me, we’ve got nothing.”

“Trust goes both ways, lauren .”

she sucked in a deep breath. “Damn it. Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m trying to figure out who you are. Where’s the man who came right out and said she wanted to fuck me? The man who didn’t hesitate to tell me I tie her up in knots, even as I was breaking up with her? I believed you’d always be brutally honest like that. I counted on it. Now—” I shook my head, my throat too tight to say anything else.

Grimness thinned his lips, but they stayed stubbornly closed.

Catching his wrists, I pulled his hands away. I was cracking open inside, breaking. “I won’t run this time, but you can push me away. You might want to think about that.”

I left. lauren didn’t stop me.

* * *

I spent the rest of the afternoon focused on work. Mark loved to brainstorm out loud, which was an awesome learning exercise for me, and his confident and amiable way of dealing with his accounts was inspiring. I watched him breeze through two client meetings in which he conveyed an air of command that was both reassuring and nonthreatening.

Then we tackled a baby-toy company’s needs analysis, zeroing in on poor return expenditures as well as untapped avenues, such as mom-blog advertising. I was grateful that my job was a distraction from my personal life, and I was looking forward to going to my Krav Maga class later, so I could burn off some of my edgy restlessness.

It was just past four when my desk phone rang. I answered briskly and felt my heart leap at the sound of lauren ’s voice.

“We should leave at five,” she said, “to get to Dr. Petersen’s on time.”

“Oh.” I’d forgotten that our couples therapy sessions were on Thursdays at six P.M.It would be our first.

Abruptly, I wondered if it would also be our last.

“I’ll come get you,” she went on gruffly, “when it’s time.”

I sighed, feeling far from up to it. I was already raw and irritable from our fight earlier. “I’m sorry I hit you. I shouldn’t have done that. I hate that I did.”

“Angel.” lauren exhaled harshly. “You didn’t ask the one question that matters.”

My eyes closed. It was irritating how she read my mind. “Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re keeping secrets.”

“Secrets are something we can work through; cheating isn’t.”

I rubbed at the ache behind my forehead. “You’re right about that.”

“There’s only you, camila.” His voice was clipped and hard.

A tremor moved through me at the fury underlying his words. she was still angry that I’d doubted her. Oh well. I was still angry, too. “I’ll be ready at five.”

she was prompt, as usual. While I put my computer to sleep and grabbed my belongings, he spoke with Mark about the ongoing work on the Kingsman Vodka account. I watched lauren furtively. she cut an imposing figure with his tall, leanly muscular frame in his dark suit and carried herself in a way that projected impenetrability, yet I’d seen her terribly vulnerable.

I was in love with that tender, deeply emotional man. And I resented the façade and his attempts to hide herself from me.

Turning his head, she caught me staring. I saw a glimpse of my beloved lauren in his wild blue gaze, which briefly exposed a helpless yearning. Then she was gone, replaced by the cool mask. “Ready?”

It was so obvious that she was holding something back, and it killed me to have that gulf between us. To know there were things she wouldn’t trust me with.

As we exited through reception, Megumi rested her chin on her fist and gave a dramatic sigh.

“She’s crushing on you, jauregui,” I murmured, as we made our way out and she hit the call button for the elevator.

“Whatever.” she snorted. “What does she know about me?”

“I’ve been asking myself that same question all day,” I said quietly.

That time, I was certain she winced.

* * *

Dr. Lyle Petersen was tall, with neatly groomed gray hair and sharp yet kind denim blue eyes. His office was tastefully decorated in neutral shades and his furniture was extremely comfortable, something I noted on every one of my visits to him. It was a little weird for me to see him as my therapist now. In the past, he’d met with me only as my mother’s daughter. He’d been my mom’s shrink for the last couple of years.

I watched as he settled into the gray wingback chair across from the sofa lauren and I sat on. His keen gaze shifted between us, clearly noting how we’d each taken seats on opposite ends of the sofa, our stiff postures revealing our defensiveness. We’d made the drive over in the same way.

Flipping open the cover of his tablet, Dr. Petersen gripped his stylus and said, “Shall we start with the cause of the tension between you?”

I waited a beat, to give lauren a chance to speak first. I wasn’t terribly surprised when she just sat there, silent. “Well . . . in the last twenty-four hours I’ve met the fiancée I didn’t know lauren had—”

“Ex-fiancée,” lauren growled.

“—I found out the reason she’s dated brunettes exclusively is because of her—”

“It wasn’t dating.”

“—and I caught her leaving his office after lunch looking like this—” I dug out my phone.

“She was leaving the building,” lauren bit out, “not my office.”

I pulled up the picture and passed my phone over to Dr. Petersen. “And getting into your car, lauren !”

“Angus just told you before we got here that he saw her standing there, recognized her, and was being polite.”

“Like he’d say anything different!” I shot back. “He’s been your driver since you were a kid. Of course he’d cover your ass.”

“Oh, it’s a conspiracy now?”

“What was he doing there, then?” I challenged.

“Driving me to lunch.”

“Where? I’ll just verify you were there and she wasn’t, and we’ll get that part out of the way.”

lauren ’s jaw clenched. “I told you. I had an unexpected appointment. I didn’t make it to lunch.”

“Who was the appointment?”

“It wasn’t Corinne.”

“That’s not an answer!” I turned back to Dr. Petersen, who calmly returned my phone to me. “When I went up to his office to ask her what the hell was going on, I discovered her half dressed and freshly showered, with one of his sofas bumped out of place, pillows strewn all over the floor—”

“One goddamned pillow!”

“—and red lipstick on his shirt.”

“There are two dozen businesses in the Crossfire,” lauren said coldly. “She could have been visiting any one of them.”

“Right,” I drawled, my voice dripping sarcasm. “Of course.”

“Wouldn’t I have taken her to the hotel?”

I sucked in a sharp breath, reeling. “You still have that room?”

His mask slipped, revealing a flare of panic. The realization that she still had his sex pad—a hotel room he used exclusively for fucking and somewhere I’d never go again—hit me like a physical blow, sending a sharp pain through my chest. A low sound left me, a pained whimper that had me squeezing my eyes shut.

“Let’s slow down,” Dr. Petersen interrupted, scribbling rapidly. “I want to backtrack a bit. lauren , why didn’t you tell camila about Corinne?”

“I had every intention of doing so,” lauren said tightly.

“she doesn’t tell me anything,” I whispered, digging for a tissue in my purse so I wouldn’t have mascara running down my face. Why would he keep that room? The only explanation was that she intended to use it with someone other than me.

“What do you talk about?” Dr. Petersen asked, directing the question at both of us.

“I’m usually apologizing,” lauren muttered.

Dr. Petersen looked up. “For what?”

“Everything.” she raked a hand through his hair.

“Do you feel that camila’s too demanding or expects too much from you?”

I felt lauren ’s gaze on my profile. “No. She doesn’t ask for anything.”

“Except the truth,” I corrected, turning toward her.

His eyes blazed, searing me with heat. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Do you want her to ask you for things, lauren ?” Dr. Petersen queried.

lauren frowned.

“Think about that. We’ll come back to it.” Dr. Petersen turned his attention to me. “I’m intrigued by the photo you took, camila. You were confronted with a situation that many women would find deeply upsetting—”

“There was no situation,” lauren reiterated coldly.

“Her perception of a situation,” Dr. Petersen qualified.

“A patently ridiculous perception, considering the physical aspect of our relationship.”

“All right. Let’s talk about that. How many times a week do you have sex? On average.”

My face heated. I looked at lauren , who returned my look with a smirk.

“Umm . . .” My lips twisted ruefully. “A lot.”

“Daily?” Dr. Petersen’s brows rose when I uncrossed and recrossed my legs, nodding. “Multiple times daily?”

lauren stepped in, “On average.”

Laying his tablet flat on his lap, Dr. Petersen met lauren ’s gaze. “Is this level of sexual activity customary for you?”

“Nothing about my relationship with camila is customary, Doctor.”

“What was the frequency of your sexual encounters prior to camila?”

lauren ’s jaw tensed, and she glanced at me.

“It’s okay,” I told her, even as I conceded that I wouldn’t want to answer that question in front of her.

she reached his hand out, spanning the distance between us. I placed mine in his and appreciated the reassuring squeeze she gave me. “Twice a week,” he said tightly. “On average.”

Tshe number of women quickly added up in my mind. My free hand fisted in my lap.

Dr. Petersen sat back. “camila has brought up concerns of infidelity and lack of communication in your relationship. How often is sex used to resolve disagreements?”

lauren ’s brow arched. “Before you assume camila’s suffering under the demands of my overactive libido, you should know that she initiates sex at least as often as I do. If one of us were going to have concerns about keeping up, it’d be me just by virtue of possessing male anatomy.”

Dr. Petersen looked at me for confirmation.

“Most interactions between us lead to sex,” I conceded, “including fights.”

“Before or after the conflict is considered resolved by both of you?”

I sighed. “Before.”

He dropped the stylus and started typing. I thought he might end up with a novel’s worth by the time all was said and done.

“Your relationship has been highly sexualized from the beginning?” he asked.

I nodded, even though he wasn’t looking. “We’re very attracted to each other.”

“Obviously.” He glanced up and offered a kind smile. “However, I’d like to discuss the possibility of abstinence while we—”

“There is no possibility,” lauren interjected. “That’s a nonstarter. I suggest we focus on what’s not working without eliminating one of the few things that is.”

“I’m not sure it is working, lauren ,” Dr. Petersen said evenly. “Not the way it should be.”

“Doctor.” lauren set one ankle on the opposite knee and settled back, creating a picture of unyielding decisiveness. “The only way I’m keeping my hands off her is if I’m dead. Find another way to fix us.”

* * *

“I’m new to this therapy thing,” lauren said later, after we’d gotten back into the Bentley and were heading home. “So I’m not sure. Was that the train wreck it felt like it was?”

“It could’ve gone better,” I said wearily, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I was bone tired. Too tired to even think about catching the eight o’clock Krav Maga class. “I’d kill for a quick shower and my bed.”

“I have some things to take care of before I can call it a day.”

“That’s fine.” I yawned. “Why don’t we take the night off and see each other tomorrow?”

Thick silence greeted my suggestion. After a moment, it became so fraught with tension that I was motivated to lift both my head and my heavy eyelids to look at her.

His gaze was on my face, his lips thinned into a frustrated line. “You’re cutting me off.”

“No, I’m—”

“The hell you’re not! You’ve tried and convicted me, and now you’re shutting me out.”

“I’m exhausted, lauren ! There’s only so much bullshit I can take before I’m buried in it. I need sleep and—”

“I need you,” she snapped. “What is it going to take to make you believe me?”

“I don’t think you cheated. Okay? As suspicious as it all looks, I can’t convince myself you’d do that. It’s the secrets that are getting to be too much. I’m giving all I’ve got to this and you’re—”

“You think I’m not?” she twisted in the seat, sliding one bent leg in between us so that she faced me directly. “I’ve never worked so hard for anything in my life as I have for you.”

“You can’t make the effort for me. You have to do it for you.”

“Don’t give me that crap! I wouldn’t need to work on my relationship skills for anyone else.”

With a low moan, I rested my cheek against the seat and closed my eyes again. “I’m tired of fighting, lauren . I just want some peace and quiet for a night. I’ve been feeling off all day.”

“Are you sick?” she shifted, cupping the back of my neck gently and pressing his lips to my forehead. “You don’t feel hot. Is your stomach upset?”

I breathed her in, absorbing the delicious scent of his skin. The urge to press my face into the crook of his neck was nearly overwhelming.

“No.” And then it hit me. I groaned.

“What is it?” she pulled me into his lap, cradling me close. “What’s wrong? Do you need a doctor?”

“It’s my period,” I whispered, not wanting Angus to overhear. “It should start any day now. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before. No wonder I’m so tired and cranky; I’m hormonal.”

she stilled. After a heartbeat or two, I tilted my head back to search his face.

With his lips twisted ruefully, she admitted, “That’s a new one for me. Not something that comes up in the course of a casual sex life.”

“Lucky you. You get to experience the inconvenience reserved for men with girlfriends and wives.”

“I am lucky.” lauren brushed loose strands of my hair away from my temples, his own luxuriant hair falling around that chiseled face. “And maybe, if I’m really lucky, you’ll feel better tomorrow and like me again.”

Ah, God. My heart ached in my chest. “I like you now, lauren . I just don’t like you keeping secrets. It’s going to break us up.”

“Don’t let it,” she murmured, tracing my brows with his fingertip. “Trust me.”

“You have to trust me back.”

Folding over me, she pressed his lips softly to mine. “Don’t you know, angel?” she breathed. “There’s no one I trust more.”

Sliding my arms beneath his jacket, I hugged her, soaking up the warmth of his lean, hard body. I couldn’t help but worry that we were beginning to drift from one another.

lauren pressed the advantage, his tongue dipping into my mouth, lightly touching and teasing mine with velvet licks. Deceptively unhurried. I sought a deeper contact, needing more. Always more. Hating that aside from this, she gave me so little of herself.

she groaned into my mouth, an erotic sound of pleasure and need that vibrated through me. Tilting his head, she sealed those beautifully sculpted lips over mine. The kiss deepened, our tongues stroking, our breaths quickening.

The arm she’d banded beneath my back tightened, pulling me closer. Her other hand slid beneath my shirt, cradling my spine in her warm palm. Her fingertips flexed, gentling me even as the kiss grew wild. I arched into the caress, needing the reassurance of her touch against my bare skin.

“lauren . . .” For the first time, our physical closeness wasn’t enough to calm the desperate wanting inside me.

“Shh,” she soothed. “I’m here. Not going anywhere.”

Closing my eyes, I buried my face in her neck, wondering if we’d both be too stubborn and stay, even if it turned out that it would be best to let go.

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

i am very much enjoying my vague void! it's currently blasting hozier at full volume and that's almost louder than my internal screaming (don't worry, everything is fine, i just saw a spider)

i've never once in my life have followed a recipe correctly. all of my measurements are completely random and whatever happens happens. it is no longer in my hands. whatever eldritch entities exist take the wheel. and i absolutely refuse to spell anything in english without autocorrect because y'all have way too many double letters and random vowel placement

thank you! sadly, i won't have a break right now, because we just had christmas vacations, but the start of the new semester is always pretty chill. and you're absolutely right, i should take up necromancy! the snow and the cold will add to my mysterious vibes. i just need to get a big black cape with a hood to complete the aesthetic

i definitely picture everything above 5'6 feet as the same height. 5'7 and 6'2? the exact same thing. no difference here

how is morepork a real bird name. it's just... more pork? but the bird is magnificent. i completely approve of your first order as bird queen, not that you need approval from mere peasants like me, but it's a great order. ohhh salps look really cool, and it does look a lot like it! when you said boob implant i thought of mermaids and them using salps as boob implants but then i realised wait wouldn't jellyfish be better for that? because of their shape? ignoring their little leggies they're quite boob shaped, no? and then i realised that i was thinking about mermaids and alive boob implants... if i had to think it, you have to read it. i'm sorry

i was sold before but now i'm even more sure that i want to hire you. and I'll make sure to have lactose free cheese for the backflips (unless you want the lactose version? i'm not judging). will the biting of ankles cost extra?

that sounds like a brilliant set-up for a horror movie where they kill off all the children one by one. it's absolutely horrifying. if something like that would've happened to me i would've most likely just passed out. whatever happens afterwards is not my problem. and now i really don't want to know what the hell your leg was caught on because that seems like knowledge that would get me killed

ah so you're a fellow dirt eater? according to my mom my favourite thing to do outside when i was a little kid used to be eating sand. just shovelling handfuls of it into my mouth and crying when my mom made me spit it out. which i refuse to believe. if there are no photos it didn't happen

you warm climate people are starting to make me think that i'm better adjusted to the cold than i thought i am! it's either that or our buildings are better heated. i definitely don't know if anyone else calls hot water bottled hotties but i like it so from now on i'm using it

that's so cute! i was clearly a way more selfish child because when i found any amount of money i just kept it and bought candy as soon as i could. i clearly couldn't save money then and i can't now. we have stores like that (or i'm assuming that they're like that solely based on how they sell lollies) and they used to be my favourite thing because you could get so many lollies for such a small price!! and my mom even used to let me order for myself sometimes so i always felt like a very big girl jsjshsbsjk

also the fact that i can't send pictures on anon is a crime (yes i know why and it's good that that's not possible because can you imagine anons being able to send pictures? oh no is all i have to say about it) but anyways. because i have this one super cursed photo that reminded me of you and now i can't share it :((

duuuuude, sick void bro. sounds like a vibing void. I feel like I haven’t seen a spider in awhile. Other than daddy long legs. But they’re chill. They mind their own business. 

I nearly always follow recipes exactly. My mum is like oh cook this for about 7 minutes? Yeah sure. I’ll take a wild guess. I’m like they say exactly 7 minutes so I’ll set a timer for 7 minutes and start a stopwatch so if it does seem to need more than 7 I can keep an eye on the extra time and be aware of exactly how long it takes me for next time. Other people are like oh let's see I have [lists 5-10 things in their fridge], hmm...oh I know what I could make with that! I’m like I have beans in my freezer because one recipe required them and no other recipes I know how to make do so what am I supposed to do with these now,,, this is stressful,,, basically I barely know how to cook and recipes are the only things saving me in that area. That is entirely fair. Except for the fuck duck, and murder is not the word you want surely, situations, it’s pretty helpful.

Ohhh I see. At least the start is chill! For a little! Before your entire situation spirals out of hand and you’re behind in every class and it’s taken you a whole day to read 10 pages and you’re exhausted and it’s only week 2. Just me? ok. fair. anyway. I want a cloak so bad. One of my uni friends tempted me to class because she said she was wearing a cloak so my depressed ass honest to god dragged myself out of bed and to said class just to see it. It was worth it. They’re incredible. Everyone should own a big cloak for the aesthetic.

I’m glad it isn’t just me hahaha. I can visualise my own height in feet but everything else is just the same size that is a vague amount taller than me, mentally.

It’s also known as the ruru. But the name morepork amuses me. It’s named after the call it makes haha. It does sound like it’s asking for more pork if you know to listen for that. thank u for ur approval, it means a lot, turns out becoming bird queen didn’t ACTUALLY get rid of my anxiety disorder weirdly enough so validation is great! lmaooo. What if the jellyfish stung them tho? At least salps wouldn’t do you dirty like that. The mermaids would just look like there are hundreds of bugs crawling around in their boobs, flesh shifting as they float around. Which is a vibe. If you’re into that. Jellyfish WOULD make a more solid, single, implant, some of them are definitely boob shaped. But that’s kinda boring no one’s gonna be traumatised by that. Salps on the other hand...yeah, that sight will DEFINITELY traumatise someone.

To be PERFECTLY honest I haven’t done a backflip in years but for lactose-free cheese? Dude. I’ll be going back to training. Gonna be the best backflip you’ve ever seen. As long as it’s not Tasty cheese I am content, but lactose free IS better. The biting of ankles will not cost extra, it is a pleasure to be allowed to do that.

Oh it absolutely would be. It’d be very funny if it reached the wider world bc people would probably be like ok but who would send kids into the bush like that,, it’s an odd concept. meanwhile everyone who grew up in nz is gonna be like y’all, you’re not gonna fuckin BELIEVE what i experienced growing up, it’s real dude. On one hand, I feel like murdering kids in a movie is questionable, on the other hand, It exists, so maybe people would be down for it. I feel like it’d be a good concept even if it wasn’t murdery tho. Like psychological horror? I’m not sure if I’m using that category correctly I don’t watch much horror. A kid following the rope but then being shifted into a different horror dimension but they never take the blindfold off because their teachers said not to and they’d probably have to let go of the rope to do it...I feel like this could work super well as a short film. The viewers see everything. The child just knows something is off and no one is coming when they call for help. I am so down for this. I also do not want to know what my leg was caught on. Some things I am better off not knowing.

yes! I am a fellow dirt eater! We had a sandpit at home (that’s a little bold. It was a large plastic shell that my parents filled with sand. technically a sandpit. but not fancy sdflsdkfsdf) but I don’t think I ever tried to eat it. Then again, I possibly did and just don’t remember because there’s no photo evidence of that one. I’d have to ask my parents sdfhsjdfs, I would however fully believe them if they said yes. it’s very characteristic of me. I don’t doubt it for a second. muuuum that’s my emotional support sand don’t make me spit it out smh the disrespect these days.

Oh I’m absolutely terrible even by most people’s standards around here when it comes to cold and hot temperatures. I remember sitting in the sun in my school shirt and school jersey in summer on a blazing day like it’s a bit chilly, isn’t it? Meanwhile my friends were in the shade absolutely dying from the heat. Likewise in winter I’d be shivering, teeth chattering, dying with my long sleeve thermal, my school shirt, my school jersey, my school jacket, my longs, warm socks and sneakers and gloves and school scarf while ppl would be walking around in a shirt and shorts like it’s a bit warm this winter huh? my body didn’t learn how to thermoregulate and it shows. But yeah NZ does also have a reputation for shittily insulated buildings and such. It shows. skhdfsfs if it’s not common use maybe don’t say can i have a hotty to someone without context but otherwise go ahead lmao. it’s a fun shortened version.

I was typically a very good saver, to the point where my extended family started gifting me gift cards and vouchers for Christmas and my birthday because if they just gave me money I’d put it in my bank account to save towards uni once I hit like, 12 years old. Which I think was a smart move. But apparently, I’m supposed to buy myself ‘something nice’ with it. I think I’m still an okay saver but I’m not as strict anymore. I’m aware of how much I can spare and I’m not just like you can never get anything for yourself ever, so I do get lil things for myself sometimes. oooo yay! At least you know what I mean. But yes. They were the gold mine for lollies. Absolutely terrific stores. My mum would be like hey lindsey how about you order? And I’d be like mother, I am 7 years old and I have an undiagnosed anxiety disorder everyone assumes is child shyness why would you think I would want to do that. Instead I will whisper my choices to you. After therapy tho I felt pretty rad for picking my own lollies by myself. I was like 13 at that point but sdfkjhsdf listen I got there in the end.

sdfkjsdfkjhsdf I like that a cursed photo reminded you of me. That’s all I need to hear. Tumblr said no anon dick pics but they also said no anon cursed photos either,,, very sad. for the latter part. the first part thank god. If I could turn on photos on anon I absolutely would just to see this but I don’t think I can :(

#tasty cheese is nasty and i will die on this hill #i'm not sure if other countries have like the same main cheeses or if it differs everywhere #tasty. colby. and edam are the main three i think of #i know there's like mild or some shit but i know only the blue yellow and red packets #either or a wasp or a bee just flew in my room but it flew out so i'll respect that #my plans for today were reply to your ask and that's it #what am i supposed to do for the next twelve hours #oh wait i know #m u r d e r............ #Anonymous

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🤝 22 39 51 throws them all

22 …in relief.

news of the violent fire in one of koi’s office buildings spread terrifyingly quick and it had quickly drawn in a distraught crowd as both he and a team of firefighters were currently doing their best to quell the flames; hawks was having a difficult time on his own rescuing the trapped civilians on the nth floor without burning all of his feathers and it was starting to get almost unbearable to go back onto the burning floor. most of them were intelligent enough to gather at the windows to make his job easier, but after being told that four more people were probably stuck further in, there was no question with what hawks was going to do; with the first three easiest enough to find, he was currently searching for the fourth after bringing them to safety. nigh blinded by smoke, if it hadn’t been for the person coughing and sputtering, he wouldn’t have found them cowering under a desk; wasting no time, he was quick to scoop them up and make the nearest available window his exit— really, he doesn’t know how endeavor can take all this heat, this shit was unbearable ! !

swathed in bright embers as he burst through the upper floor’s window, the audience that had gathered below released their bated breath into an audible, collective gasp that soon erupted into cheers; after landing and passing them on to someone more medically qualified, the cool air against his skin was enough to make him realize how many burns he had gained from that stunt. 

disgruntled at taking note at how many feathers had gotten burned in the process, he was going to have an absolutely miserable time removing the ones that were half singed off later tonight; before he can move to make his escape from the incoming wave of reporters, a familiar face among the crowd was moving much too quickly for him to make his leave.

“ ah, chuuy— ”

an earful is what he got for that idiotic rescue mission; had he come up with a better plan, perhaps he could have escaped relatively unscathed, but it couldn’t be helped now. both of chuuya’s hands were grasping at hawks’ upper arms as he loudly exclaimed that what he did was stupid and, while it was incredibly stupid, hawks would have done it again without a second thought; however, it was comforting to have someone so concerned for his wellbeing— especially over a job this small. while he knew his friend was known for being loud, he really didn’t know how much more yelling he could take— they were making a scene ! ! 

“ pffffbtbtbt… fine, fine— i was stupid ! ! i yield ! ! i’ll be more careful next time, i promise! i’ll even call you for backup, if i need to!  ” with a wink, he adds, “ i could use a sidekick sometimes.  ”

it was quickly discovered that those weren’t exactly the right words to say, after all. 

39 …because i am running out of time.

“ chuuya—  urgh… you have to go on… without me… “ 

purposefully dragging his feet, hawks at this point was absolutely just fucking with chuuya without any shame to it; they had about ten minutes, but if he kept this up, they were undoubtedly going to be late and the doors were going to be locked— it was just funny, at the moment, to see him get so worked up over something so small. 

“ i thought you didn’t even like romcoms? ” another teasing jab and he was soon met with chuuya pushing at his back to get him to walk at an actual pace; with a soft, airy laugh hawks chooses to deadweight against the other pushing against him. “ is this what we’re resorting to? pushing a tired, busy hero after a long day’s worth of work? the shame ! ”

despite having a good time pissing the other off, hawks wasn’t that cruel; when chuuya resorted to tugging him by the hand like a petulant child, he began to walk at an acceptable pace. after all, he didn’t actually want to miss the movie they were on their way to see; in fact, he was actually looking forward to seeing it because it had one of his favorite actresses in it. glancing at the time, his eyebrows raised and he was soon tugging the other along, instead. “ ah shit, we might really be late ! ! we gotta hurry —  !! ” 

51. DEALER’S CHOICE // …as a ‘yes’.

“ —so? “ with a dramatic spin on his heel, hawks made it a point to put an emphasis on his new jacket by thumbing the pockets and flaring it out.  “ what do you think? ”

quickly gaining sponsors, hawks decided that he should indulge at least once and accept some of the clothes specifically fitted for his wings that was being sent his way; he hadn’t had time to do a lot of shopping recent, so he figured it was now or never—  finding free time here was starting to become a little bit more difficult with how quickly his name was spreading. aside from nicolette, chuuya was probably the only person that he trusted when it came to fashion and since he was free today, it worked in his favor.

with the other moving to fix the collar and fit of his jacket, chuuya gave an approving nod before telling him to wait a minute and to close his eyes; bewildered, but definitely not going to question it, hawks gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders before closing his eyes completely— tempted to peek, but he wasn’t going to risk the other’s wrath. 

feeling, what he assumed, was a pair of glasses on his face, hawks made a face at chuuya’s choice before he even opened his eyes; after being given permission to reopen his eyes, he speaks up. “ i dunno… i’m not too big on glasses bu— ”

once he turned to face the full-length mirror, his opinion of them did a sharp 180 and he quickly retracted that statement; gaudy, weed leaf glasses were placed on his head with ‘ blaze it ‘ going down the sides in red. they were hideous.

“ but i think you’re onto something with these bad boys ! ! ”

#hakuchigun #( drabbles. ) #I LOVED WRITING ALL OF THESE SO MUCH. . . . #TY FOR SENDING THEM I OWE YOU MY LIFE #1K+ WORDS LATER #long post

[kimjongdaely]

Taken [Chapter 7]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.

Prologue│Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Chapter 9│Chapter 10│ Chapter 11│Chapter 12│Chapter 13│Chapter 14│Chapter 15│ Chapter 16│Chapter 17│Chapter 18│Epilogue

“This is bad. This is very, very bad.” Chen mumbles repeatedly as he treads back and forth while biting his nails. “Hyung, do you think they’ll do anything to her?”

“Can’t say for sure.” Xiumin says through pursed lips, leaning against the wall with arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Chen continues to mumble incoherently with worry.

“Stop, you’re making me nervous.” Sehun tells him with furrowed brows and Chen snaps at him.

“I’m just worried.”

“Suho.” Xiumin greets the male who walks over with a somber expression. Everyone goes quiet with his presence.

“Suho, should we go get her?” Chen asks lowly, biting his lip.

Suho stays silent for a few seconds before giving him a curt nod. “Get your weapons. Let’s go.”

“Are you hungry?” Your captor—who you still don’t know the name of—asks with a sickly sweet voice. He’s eating what looks and smells like a delicious meal right in front of you, but you’re starved and chained.

You growl at him, but his food is ridiculously tempting.

“If you call me your master, I’ll let you have some.” He pokes a small portion of his steak teasingly.

You purse your lips tightly and look away, trying to ignore the lovely smell.

“You know, I’m much better than Suho.” He starts and you roll your eyes. “Suho almost made you a prostitute. You would’ve been on of those common whores if he didn’t decide to put your feistiness into better use.”

Your eye twitches at that. Well, it’s true…

“But me? I’m willing to treat you well if you just cooperate.” He smiles handsomely at you. “Won’t you come to my clan? I will treat you better than they ever could.”

You bite your lip, but keep your mouth shut. Why does everything he say sound true? You don’t even know who you are to EXO. They seem friendly enough to you, but is it just because they want you to work for them?

Will Suho even come?

“Sir,” another man hurries over to your captor, leaning in to say, “Suho’s here.”

Your eyes widen. Is he here for you?

Your captor flashes a joyous smile. “Wonderful. Bring him in.”

A few minutes later, multiple footsteps echo off the walls to reveal Suho. Behind him are Xiumin, Chen, D.O, Chanyeol, Kai and Sehun.

“Let’s not try anything funny here, yes?” Your captor turns to Suho with a devilish grin. “After all, my security here is unbelievably tight.” His eyes scans each of them. “Even your best fighters won’t get past.”

“What do you want?” Suho growls stiffly, his voice even but struggling to stay that way.

“You know what I want.” He smiles wider, obviously pleased to get on Suho’s nerve. Suho’s eyes glances over to you, and you see his jaw tighten.

“I don’t.” He answers lowly. “Tell me.”

“You came here for the document, yes?” You captor asks teasingly as he takes out something from his pocket. Your heart sinks to your stomach as you see folded pieces of paper in his hands. Is that the document you came for? It’s right in front of you, but neither you or Suho can do anything about it. “I want you to forget about this. Don’t come for this ever again. I also want ⅔rds of your land.”

Your eyes widen at his request. That’s ridiculous! There’s no way Suho will agree to that.

Even the others shift upon hearing the request, their eyes watching Suho carefully for his answer.

Suho considers it. “If I give you ⅔rds of land, will you give her back to me unharmed?”

“Of course.” He smirks. “I promise.”

Suho’s eyes darkens on him dangerously. “I want her unharmed in any way. If anything happens to her, I will destroy your entire empire.” He smiles dryly. “I may be one for jokes, but I don’t joke about killing.”

Upon seeing the casual nod of your captor, Suho growls out, “I’ll meet you at the border in three days.”

Then he turns and leaves. He doesn’t look at you.

Chen glances at you and mouths, “Are you okay?”

You force out a smile at him and nod as he turns completely to leave.

Three days later you are dragged out from your dungeon, but your hands and feet are still chained together. Your captor smiles at you happily, grabbing you by the arm and leading you out. “You’re a jewel to me, love.”

His endearment sickens you. “Fuck you.”

“I’m sure Suho wouldn’t like that.” He chuckles at you as he drags you into one of his cars. You aren’t treated nicely, more like cheap merchandise.

The drive is stifling and long. Your hands and feet are sore from being chained together and having their movement restricted. Finally, the car comes to a stop and you are pulled out again roughly.

You lose balance and collapse onto the ground, before you finally see your surroundings.

Suho is right in front of you. Xiumin and Chen are also behind him.

But the others aren’t.

“Here you go,” your captor gestures at you. “See? Totally unharmed.”

Suho glances down at you coldly before his eyes flicker back up to your captor. You clench your jaw at his reaction.

Suho motions towards Xiumin with a nod of his head, and Xiumin presents him with legal documents and keys to all the buildings he owns.

Upon seeing this, your captor grins with absolute glee. “Don’t worry, Suho. I’ll take good care of this land. I am more experienced than you, after all.”

The both of them step forward, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut to stop watching. You don’t want to see how you made Suho lose almost everything. You feel guilty enough as it is.

Just as Suho is about to hand everything over to your captor, a gunshot echoes in the air and your captor falls dead on the ground, blood pooling around his head.

Your eyes widen with surprise as you watch his dead body lie motionless on the ground.

Upon seeing their leader dead, several of his men grab their weapons and prepare to fight.

You look around to find Baekhyun and D.O hiding in the trees and bushes with a sniper while Chanyeol, Kai and Sehun stand ready to jump into combat.

“Your leader is dead.” Suho announces loudly to the enemy clan. “So now I offer you a choice: one, fight me and my men and get killed. You know you can never make it out of here alive.” Suho grins widely. “Or two, I will become your new leader and you will join my clan.”

You hear several men mumble at the options, a few considering it while others strongly disagree.

“Those who would like to join me, please step forward.” Suho smiles nicely at them, and a few really do step forward.

In a flash, the others are shot dead by the snipers, each shot precise and deadly. The ones who step forward watch in terror, wincing as the bodies hit the ground.

“I must warn you,” Suho says darkly, “I take betrayal very seriously. You will join me with the utmost loyalty. Or you will end up like them and your leader.”

The remaining men nod vigorously before getting ushered away by D.O, Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Kai and Sehun.

Suho comes over to you, taking out a knife and swiftly cutting your chains loose. You wince as the chains clatter on the floor, and you rub at your sore wrists.

“Let’s go.” His voice is gentler, but still stiff. He doesn’t help you up.

His actions hurt you.

You thought he would be as nice and gentle as the first time you got into trouble.

But no.

Probably because this time it almost cost him his empire. Probably because you were in fatal danger.

Whatever it was, it hurt.

But hell, he has every right to be angry at you. You could tell how much EXO meant to him, you could tell how much you screwed everything over. You were angry at yourself. So much that you wish you could just stop existing right now.

Sometimes, you wonder if it’s better you just died. If Suho didn’t come to your rescue. Just let you rot in that dungeon.

Yeah, maybe that’s better.

Suho leads you to a van again. The boys got in first while you and Suho sit in the front row in silence. Chanyeol drives all of you back to the main base.

Like last time, Suho leads you to the basement where the medical ward is. The thought of seeing Lay gives you some sort of relief. When you enter, the familiar smell of medicine fills your senses again, something familiar in everything that has happened.

Lay comes out to greet you like last time, a relieved smile blooming on his face. “You’re back! And you’re alive!”

He comes over and gives you a warm hug, and you finally relax in his arms, finally able to breathe after that stifling silence with Suho.

After a few moments, he pulls away and brushes stray hair out of your face. “Alright, let’s get you checked up.”

A few tests and inspections later, he says you’re a bit malnourished. No terrible injuries, just a few scratches and bruises. He wraps your swollen ankle in a light cast and says that there’s no broken bones, just a sprain. He also tells you not to put any weight on it for at least a week, and to come for checkups often.

His comforting tone makes everything seem alright. Lay doesn’t mention anything about the mess you made.

But when Lay is finished with you, the moment you dread arrives.

Suho, who was leaning against the wall watching you in silence the whole time, finally comes over, and all composure he had previously is wiped away.

“Do you know what you did?” He hisses at you, eyes blazing with anger. “Do you know what would’ve happened if my plan didn’t work? Huh?”

His tone makes you flinch. You bite your lip harshly, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. You’re angry at yourself too, but his scolding makes it a thousand times worse.

“You shouldn’t have made me gone on that mission in the first place.” You whisper, a stubborn attempt at trying to push the blame onto him. Your eyes are trained on your hands that lie lifelessly in your lap.

He scoffs. “I put you on that mission so you could be of use. Twice I’ve tried to make you useful, but twice you’ve failed me and caused a mess.”

His sharp words are painful. Painfully right.

You’re a failure. You know that.

But you’re too stubborn to just apologize like you should’ve. You’re a prideful idiot who just won’t admit your failure.

“Suho…” You hear the soft voice of Lay interrupting, trying to calm him down. He’s trying to protect you from the scoldings.

That makes you feel worse. You don’t want Lay’s help or his sympathy.

“Name.” You find yourself saying and the both of them fall silent to listen. You shake in your spot, and you stand up abruptly, surprising the two. “You never asked for my name once.”

The anger and shame you felt at yourself is directed into your voice as you accuse Suho. “You never asked me for my name once! All this time, everyone has been calling me whatever they want. What am I, a toy? A tool? Something you can just call pet names for when useful and throw away without a care later? Do I matter so little that you don’t even care about my name?”

You’re being childish. You’re just finding something to argue about, to insist that you’re right. Tears pool in your eyes as your fists clench by your sides. You don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but you’re angry and hurt and you just want to vent.

“Wait,” Lay starts slowly, cautiously. “Calm down—”

“You too!” You snap at him and he flinches. Your heart wrenches upon seeing his expression, but you don’t care anymore. You can’t stop. “You didn’t care either. You’re just like him. Just like everyone else in this godforsaken place.”

Your voice shakes dangerously, and you know if you stay here any longer, you’re going to break down. You throw one last nasty glare at Suho before stomping past them and up to your room.

You’re an idiot.

The second you fled the scenario, you instantly start regretting everything that flew out of your mouth.

You almost made Suho lose his empire.

And now you’re complaining about names?

You bury yourself deeper in your blanket, squeezing your eyes shut in the darkness of your room. You want to forget about everything. You’re so tired you don’t have the strength to do anything anymore. You just want to sit here and mope for the rest of your life.

Then you hear a soft click of the door, quiet footsteps that make its way to the side of your bed.

You stay silent, pretending to be asleep, hoping whoever it is will take the hint and go away.

“Are…you still angry?” The voice is gentle, as if talking to a scared animal. You tense in recognition. It’s Suho.

“…No.” You admit in a whisper, hoping he won’t hear. “I’m just angry at myself, and I took it out on you.”

You feel the bed dip under his weight as he sheepishly sits down.

Silence.

You bite your lip and hope he’ll go away soon.

“…Names are important for us.” He starts softly, much to your surprise. You don’t move, you don’t speak. You wait for him to continue.

“For us, our name is our identity. We didn’t ask for your name because…because names bring attachment. It’s kind of like a pet. Once you name it, you start to grow affection for it. We’re scared…we’re scared of that attachment. Without a name, we can see who you really are without bias. We can make sure you’re friend or foe.” He stops. “Attachments are scary in this business. It’ll either make or ruin you. More often than not, it’s the latter.”

You blink in the dark, staring at your wall. You’re afraid to turn around, scared you might drive him away, but you do anyways. You shift and roll over so you can see his broad back against you.

His presence is strangely comforting.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “For screwing up everything.”

He turns to you with a ghost of a smile. “It’s okay. You’ll learn.”

You finally sit up, wrapping your blanket around you for comfort. You sit next to Suho awkwardly. “…What does Suho mean?”

“Guardian.” He breathes. “…and Suho’s not my real name.”

Your eyes widen. Granted, sometimes you feel like the names you hear are a bit odd, but you never thought they weren’t real. “What’s your real name?”

Shoot, were you not supposed to ask that?

You peek over at him cautiously, prepared to take back your question immediately.

Surprisingly, he takes a deep breath and doesn’t brush your question off. “Kim Junmyeon.”

You let out a smile. “Junmyeon.”

You feel him stiffen next to you. “…No one…no one really calls me that anymore.”

“Really? Why?” You furrow your brows at that. His name is nice.

“Only the boys know it. They’re like brothers to me. But because we work most of the time, they call me Suho. As time passes, we don’t use our real names anymore.” He explains slowly, and you frown. It’s kind of sad.

“Do the others have real names too?” You ask curiously, dangling your feet at the side of your bed.

He nods. “Most do.” Suho smiles at you. “But I’ll let them decide whether to tell you or not. It’s not my place to tell you.”

You giggle, understanding. You don’t push it.

A pause.

“…Names gives us different identities.” Suho starts but hesitates. You wait patiently for him to continue, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “Suho…makes me a leader. I’m the guardian of EXO, I need to protect it at all costs. The benefit of the clan is the most important. Every time someone calls me Suho, I get reminded of that duty.” He takes a shaky breath. “And Junmyeon…Junmyeon is that innocent, naive kid that didn’t know anything about the world. Who always dreamt of a better world and a better life.” A bitter smile graces his lips. “Kim Junmyeon…he’s gone now.”

You scoot closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. You bite your lip. No, you don’t want that.

You don’t want Junmyeon to disappear.

“Junmyeon,” you call, more firmly as if to make sure you’re really saying it. He turns towards you with surprise. You smile at him genuinely.

Then you tell him your name.

His eyes widen, and when he repeats your name with a tinge of fear in his voice, so uncertain, so scared, your heart breaks. Your name has never sounded so right, so calming before.

Your heart hammers as he whispers it again, more confident, and everything seems to slow down as the both of you lean in.

His face is so close, so close, his breath fans against your cheeks warmly. Your eyes are half-lidded, not sure if you should close them completely. His eyes hazes for a second—of what, you’re not sure.

And just as you thought he would close the gap, he pulls away.

You let out an involuntary whimper at the lose, before quickly catching yourself and heat creeps up to your face.

He stands up abruptly, not looking at you, and when he speaks, it’s suddenly much colder. More authoritative. “Get some sleep. You need it.”

He slips out of the room without even a glance.

In the silence, you’re sure you heard your heart shatter.

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Once Upon A Time in a Shattered Mind Ch. 28

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“Horseback riding?” Pietro repeated.

Wanda nodded, linking her arm through Pietro’s and leading him toward the stables. “Just like when we were kids.”

“But now I can outrun the horses.” Pietro patted Wanda’s hand before unlinking their arms. “Shouldn’t you be preparing to cast your spell?”

“I’ve been neglecting you lately. I wanted to make it up to you.”

Pietro smiled at his sister. “Destroy the Stark Kingdom, then you’ll have made it up to me.”

Wanda returned the warm expression even though her heart ached with the knowledge of what she was about to do. “I’ll do that, but for now let’s have a pre-victory celebration.”

“Celebration? What do you have in mind?”

“The best night of your life.”

The bottom fell out from Tony’s stomach. Rhodey had just finished telling Bucky and Tony about Wanda’s message to the Maximoff and Stark kingdoms.

Bucky took Tony’s hand. “Your father-”

“Howard can take care of himself,” Tony cut Bucky off. “I’m more worried about the people. This must be the curse Dottie told us about.”

Rhodey nodded. “Not gonna lie, a land without magic sounds good right about now, but not if it means Wanda…” Rhodey trailed off then cussed. “What does that even mean? Taking away everyone’s happy ending? Is she going to force everyone in the Stark Kingdom into servitude? Will they all be tortured? It’s so damn vague.”

Bucky snorted. “Not that vague. It means no one will be happy.”

“But by what means?”

“Dottie said we wouldn't remember each other,” Tony spoke, the words slipping out as his mind churned with doubts and worry. He couldn’t fathom what was about to happen, but he knew if this was all a part of Wanda’s revenge then he couldn’t let it pass. However, what could he possibly do? He wasn’t even sure if Wanda was at her castle or performing the curse in an unknown location.

Tony shook his head. “I don’t give a damn how she goes about making everyone unhappy. What I care about is stopping her, and right now the only person who I can think to do that is Steve.”

Bucky released Tony’s hand like he’d been burned. He stumbled two steps back and looked at Tony as if Tony had struck him. “No.”

“We have no idea where Wanda is let alone how to stop her from casting her curse. I know you and Steve had a falling out, Bucky, but this matter is more important than whatever happened between you two.”

“Tony,” Rhodey interrupted. “Don’t you think if Steve could stop her, he would have already? He was hell bent on stopping her before. Just because he and Bucky fought doesn’t mean he suddenly stopped looking for Wanda.”

Desperation clawed at Tony. “And maybe he did.” Tony ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath to calm himself. “I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t sit on my ass and just hope that this curse is going to stop itself.” Tony spat out an expletive. “We should have been doing more after Dottie told us about the curse. We shouldn’t have been fooling around.”

Rhodey clasped Tony’s shoulder and squeezed. “You’re going to drive yourself crazy thinking like that.”

“I’m going to go crazy if I don’t come up with a plan in the next few minutes,” Tony snapped.

“He hates you,” Bucky mumbled.

“What?” Tony asked.

Bucky clenched his fists. He looked down at the ground, unable to met Tony’s gaze. “Steve hates you. You stole me from him.”

Tony blinked. His desperation and panic were shoved to the back of his mind as incredulity consumed him. “I didn’t steal you. Not from him anyway. From the Queen of Hearts, yes, but not him.”

“That’s not the way he sees it.”

“That’s--That’s the stupidest thing I have ever heard! I’ll summon him right now just to give him a piece of my mind. That asshole! He made you cry over that? Fuck him! I don’t care if Rhodey’s right and he can’t help us fight this curse, I’m summoning his ass and giving him a god damn fucking earful for this shit, because I swear on all the goddamn seas that if this curse is going to happen, then I’m damn well going to make sure the last thing I do is get Steve to remove his fucking head out of his fucking ass!”

Bucky flinched and went wide-eyed.

Fury ruled Tony at the moment, and while a part of him realized it might be a good idea to reassure Bucky that he wasn’t going to do anything too drastic, he was just so goddamn pissed.

Plus, anger was far more distracting than comforting someone was. With anger he could temporarily pretend that the world he knew and loved wasn’t about to be whisked away or destroyed by Wanda.

Tony marched over to the carriage and climbed half inside it. He rummaged through their things. He muttered the whole time about how he was going to help Steve dislodge his head from his posterior as he flung items about.

Two arms locked around his and dragged him out of the carriage.

Tony craned his head around to glare at Rhodey.

Rhodey glared back. “I know things are stressful, so I’m going to say this once: don’t be an asshole.” Rhodey cocked his chin at Bucky, who was rooted to the spot and staring at Tony like a lost kitten.

Rhodey released Tony.

Tony grumbled. He gave Rhodey a dirty look then returned his attention to Bucky who was still gobsmacked.

Tony sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay. Fine. Bucky, my love--my beautiful, handsome man, may I please have your blessing to summon your asshole friend and rip him a new hole? May I then proceed to request his help in dealing with the curse that is about to ruin the lives of thousands, and therefore, I really should not have to ask this question, because saving people takes precedent over personal qualms, but I’m a charming rogue and I have to ask for your permission if I am to keep that title.”

Tony turned to Rhodey. “Satisfied?”

Rhodey ran his palm down his face and groaned.

Bucky finally snapped out of his stupor. He gave his head a shake to get rid of the last of the shock that was holding him. He took a moment to mull over Tony’s request--or so Tony assumed that was what the considering look in Bucky’s gaze was about.

Slowly, Bucky nodded. He approached Tony and interlaced their fingers together. He licked his lips and took a deep breath. “All right. Summon him. Just… be careful. You don’t have to fight for my honor. Focus on saving others.”

Tony squeezed Bucky’s hand. “I’ll fight for your honor if I damn well please.”

Bucky smiled. “But you only have less than forty-eight hours to save thousands of lives. Don’t waste a minute.”

Tony was tempted to kiss Bucky just then, but he squashed down the urge. He clambered back into the carriage, this time without any interference from Rhodey.

He grabbed the tools he needed in order to summon the Dark One to him and made fast work of calling Steve, only stopping occasionally to exchange a few comforting touches with Bucky. He’d do the responsible thing and discuss with Steve Wanda’s machinations for her kingdom and Howard’s, but once the matter of making sure Wanda didn’t destroy the two kingdoms was complete, Tony would have a talking to with Steve. It had been clear before just how much his rejection had affected Bucky, but to see the way Bucky carried himself long after Steve’s actions set off a fire in Tony.

“So this is where you three ran off to,” Steve’s voice came from coachmen’s bench.

Rhodey, Bucky, and Tony startled and whirled toward Steve.

The corner of Steve’s mouth was curled up in amusement as he looked down at them. “I was wondering what happened.” Steve frowned. “Bucky, you wouldn’t happen to have wandered off course because of our fight, right? You know I’m just trying to protect you.”

“You sure got a funny way of showing it.” Tony allowed himself the one verbal barb. “The relationship between you two aside, we’ve got trouble brewing. Have you been tracking Wanda at all?”

Steve hummed in thought. “A little here and a little there. I’ve been busy preparing things for Bucky.”

“Why would-” Bucky cut himself off. He bit his bottom lip then shook his head. “Never mind.  Steve, we need to focus on Wanda. She’s more bonkers than me.” Bucky summarized Wanda’s proclamation as well as the trio’s meeting with Dottie.

“So we have to find her,” Bucky concluded.

Steve quirked a brow. “And kill her?”

Bucky opened his mouth then snapped it shut.

Tony took a protective step in front of Bucky. “We don’t have to kill her. We just have to stop her. If her curse requires ingredients for example, then we can-”

“It’d be easier and more efficient to kill her,” Steve interrupted.

Rhodey made a face. “It would be, but-”

“And she’d no longer be after any of you.” Steve threw back his head and sighed. “Honestly, Bucky, this is just one of the many reasons why Tony is no good for you. Not only does he distract you from what you want in life, but he makes up the worst excuses for it. You have a woman who is about take everyone away from the home they know and love just to send them to a place where she will be in power and get everything she has ever wanted at the expense of anyone who she perceives as being against her.”

“Killing her won’t make me happy,” Bucky stated. “And that’s not the point right now. We have to stop her. Are you going to help us or not?”

“I can’t,” Steve said.

The blaze of righteous fury that had been in Tony’s chest grew. “And why not?”

“I made a deal.”

Tony was flabbergasted. What kind of deal could possible stop Steve from-

Realization rained down on Tony like an avalanche.

“You-” Tony’s hands balled into fists at his side. “You didn’t. With her?”

Bucky stiffened behind Tony.

Rhodey cursed.

“You hypocrite!” Tony took one step toward Steve.

Steve waved his hand and the next thing Tony knew he was surrounded by a dark cloud of smoke as Rhodey and Bucky screamed his name.

One moment Tony had been there in front of Bucky, the next there was a cloud of smoke, and when the smoke disappeared Tony was gone.   

Bucky dropped to his knees and clawed at the ground where his priate had stood seconds ago. He growled as he tore up the earth in search of Tony.

“What the hell did you do?” Rhodey shouted at Steve. “Bring him back right now!”

“No. Tony Stark is going to get a front row seat as everyone he knows and loves is taken from him.”

Bucky’s fingers collided with stone. Without thinking, Bucky snatched up the rock and hurled it at Steve’s head. “You took him from me! You say you want me to be happy and you took him from me!” Bucky glowered as he silently wished he had another rock to throw at Steve. “You want me, but you’ll never have me if I do not have him.”

Steve’s expression darkened. “That’s where you are wrong. Wanda’s curse will set things right. In the meantime, though, I rather you not hurt yourself.”

Just as quickly as Steve had done with Tony, Steve made a hand motion.

One moment Bucky’s world was smoke, and the next he was back in his bedroom at Steve’s castle.

Bucky rushed to the door only to be thrown back by a barrier.

He screamed and ran at the door and was thrown back with each attempt.

He lost count of how many times he rampaged like a bull and hurled himself at the door. He knew he heard Peggy’s voice at one point. He even heard her trying to open the door for him, but she never could.

She uttered promises to contact Steve and get his help, to which Bucky knew he spewed the foulest insults he could think of that would slander Steve.

His voice grew hoarse and his body was covered in bruises. His furniture was upturned and broken from trying to use it to break down the door when his body didn’t work.

Hours later, Bucky lay on the floor, only able to limply pound his fist on the door.

The smoke unwrapped itself from around Tony.

Fear shot through his heart like lightning as he took in the familiar chamber belonging to Wanda.

The queen herself kneeled on the floor, hunched over the still form of her brother. In her hand a crystallized heart pulsated a dim red light.

Tony moved to hide, but his actions caused chains that had not been on his person before to rattle. Tony winced, realizing only too late that Steve had made sure when he delivered Tony to Wanda he was in chains.

Wanda looked up from her brother. Teartracks shimmered down her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

Pity ached in Tony’s chest for her.

The feeling was soon obliterated when Wanda smirked at him. “Good, you’re here. I need someone to take my rage out on.”

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