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vagrantblvrd · 4 years

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Can I get some Freewood love with the not!fic prompts?

Friend, omg, yes!

I was thinking about various ideas for these two and was blanking on something that didn’t fizzle out after the first bit?

But I woke up to snow this morning (we usually don’t see a lot of it where I live) and I was like !!!

Because, look, okay. Those snowed in fic tropes that often go hand in hand with a ~remote cabin?

But also I’ve been thinking a lot about bounty hunter-y AUs lately. (I blame all the cheesy movies/tv shows I grew up on).

SO.

FAHC-ish AU where Ryan starts out as this bounty hunter-ish guy. Works with Michael after there was a Situation that amounts to your typical buddy cop kind of deal?

(Loose cannon/idiot Ryan who ended up in the business after some shenanigans that’s part of his Tragic Backstory and somewhat less of a loose cannon Michael who was just tracking down this asshole who owed him money and got dragged into the whole thing and realized he wasn’t bad at it/kind of liked the work? And then like. They started a business together because that’s what happened in a lot of those terribad movies/tv shows I watched I guess?)

ANYWAY.

Bounty hunter Ryan who’s gaining a reputation for being a creepy bastard – that sense of humor of his and jokes that don’t land right with certain audiences. Also, doesn’t talk a lot on jobs because as Michael’s pointed out flubbing his words makes him look like a dumbass? (More of one, anyway.)

So he channels the Cool Guys from terribad 80s movies and such when he’s working, and there was that time the masks came into play because Bigger Baddies and it was a panic!moment and there was a mask kiosk right there, it’s not like he fucking planned it, Michael. (Being the nerd he is, though, he immediately gravitated towards the skull mask and now it’s part of his aesthetic. Because reasons.)

Michael’s back in Los Santos dealing with paperwork and recovering from their last job – took a nasty spill off a low roof and sprained his ankle/fractured something/whatever works as a legit Plot Reason for him not going with Ryan on this latest job.

Hacker who got into stuff he shouldn’t have – businessman or politician or other Upstanding Citizen who has all these Rumors floating around them that went to Ryan and Michael about their problem.

Offering them a shit-ton of money to bring this hacker in, no questions asked and all. Best not to, really, because the little weasel is just full of lies and would say anything to save their skin. Honestly, just trust the businessman/politician explicitly and ignore the hacker’s lies and it’ll all be fine.

(Yeah, not sketchy at all, but the guy’s got some muscle-bound goons with him and they’re definitely the kind who’d have no problems killing a couple of nobodies like Ryan and Michael and what pleasure it will be to do business with them, yes indeedy)

Anyway.

Of course this asshole hacker is Gavin and of course he went digging into stuff he shouldn’t have and oh, God, he should have taken Dan up on the offer to visit him earlier.

Now he’s being chased all over the place by this lunatic in the leather jacket and nothing he does seems to slow him down for long.

Traps and lies and doubling back and hiding and whatever else that ends up with them up in the mountains somehow? Gavin running to this little town – supposed to be able to find a small airport nearby and a plane he could ~borrow to put some space between himself and all these bastards in Los Santos only to find out it was all in vain.

The plane he was told about rusting away, bullet holes all along the fuselage and ripping through one wing and he doesn’t know what happened here, but it can’t have been pleasant.

And then Ryan showing up, all Scary Spooky with his stupid everything (no mask because it really was a one time thing, why won’t you drop it, Michael?) and the piece of junk car Gavin stole to get out there and this ridiculous ~chase up a winding mountain road.

Up high enough for there to be snow, a light dusting of it on the ground and too focused on not dying to notice the storm about to hit, and anyway, anyway.

The car dies halfway up the mountain and Gavin makes a go of it on foot for a bit. Remembers seeing a cabin or such on a map he looked at way earlier, or maybe a gas station attendant mentioned it at some point, whichever.

He gets a fair distance away, Ryan bitching as he gives chase and at the start of this whole merry chase Gavin was !!! but as things went on and Ryan stumbled/fumbled along behind him grumbling and complaining and such he’s more ??? because who the hell is this guy?

Not like the other people this businessman/politician sent after him – those were more likely to just kill him and bring his body in, real unpleasant bastards, but this guy?

Gavin doesn’t even know.

They’ve had those intense face-to-face confrontations that could have gone Badly a time or two, always interrupted by some unsuspecting passerby or stray jumping out of hiding to startle them enough for Gavin to slip away.

Just enough for Gavin to wonder if maybe this one won’t put a bullet in him so he can’t run – one of the others tried that and thank God Gavin stopped by an Ammu-nation before hand to grab some body armor under his clothes or he’d be very, very dead, wouldn’t he?

Make him curious, because for all the inconveniences and such Gavin tosses his way, all the angry yelling and bitching and complaining Gavin catches wind of? He hasn’t decided to hell with it and shot Gavin when he had the chance. (Or worse, because wow there are all these ways he could have killed Gavin by now.)

Anyhow, Gavin’s still running, yes, but he’s not flat-out terrified the way he was at the start. All the traps and whatever else he threw at Ryan intending to slow him down, but no real concern about any injuries that might be inflicted in the process.

Now Gavin finds himself dismissing things that might do serious damage to Ryan even if means Gavin could actually escape. (Stupid, stupid, stupid, because no way to know if he’s right about Ryan or if he’s just looking to collect on a bigger payday for bringing Gavin in alive, but yes.)

And then!

In their run through the woods or whatever is taking place, Gavin has to cross this rickety bridge over a river and is terrified the whole time it’ll give way under his weight, but by some miracle it doesn’t. He gets across just fine, and is almost out of sight when Ryan comes charging across, and of course that’s when the damn thing gives up the ghost.

Gavin pulled up short by Ryan’s startled yelp, turning around just in time to see him swept away by the current and almost, almost taking the opportunity to get the hell away.

But, no.

Because of course he damns himself for being an idiot, a fool, and runs along the river bank after Ryan. Keeps track of him as he pelts along until there’s a safe(ish) spot for him to fish Ryan out, pull him to solid ground.

Ryan who’s been doing his best not to drown, trying to remember all the things you’re supposed to do in that kind of situation and certain he’s going to die out here and Michael will bitch about how fucking stupid he was for the rest of his life, because of course he would.

And then there are hands grabbing at him and he’s being pulled out of the water and onto land and he gets a glimpse of a too-familiar face (annoying as hell and goddamn Ryan hates the little shit so much) before he passes out.

Wakes up who knows how much later in this dusty, rickety old cabin in the middle of nowhere freezing his ass off and also kind of without the clothes he was wearing earlier?

Musty blanket and jacket he doesn’t recognize thrown over him and someone (with an accent) muttering to themselves as they struggle to start a fire and what the hell happened?

He must say something or make too much noise while getting his bearings because the hacker whips around clutching a sad little book of matches in his hand and looking like a trapped animal as he watches Ryan nervously.

“Ah, hello,” the hacker says with this awkward little laugh. “You’re awake?”

And then, you know.

Ryan finding out the hacker dragged Ryan all the way up here just as the snowstorm hit and did what he could to warm him up. Was just starting to work at getting a fire started to warm things up faster when Ryan woke up and looks like they’re going to be stuck up here for a while, you know?Ryan half-frozen and clearly in no shape to hike down the mountain even if the storm wasn’t shaping up to be a bastard of a storm. (Supposed to last a couple of days, dump a significant amount of snow and no one in their right might would be out in it.)

And Gavin is still staring at him warily, keeps out of arm’s reach and skittish as hell and with the flickering light from the lantern Gavin managed to light Ryan can see how tired he looks?

Exhausted and run ragged (literally) and just as beat up after the last however long he’s been on the run. (Way before Ryan and Michael got pulled into things, that’s for damn sure.)

“Oh,” Gavin says, and fishes Ryan’s phone out of his pocket. “Michael wanted you to call him back when you woke up.”

Which.

What.

Gavin shrugs and explains that after he ~borrowed Ryan’s phone off him earlier that day, the day before in one of their face-to-face confrontations Michael called it expecting to get Ryan.

Turns out he’d been doing some Investigating, talked to a hacker buddy of a friend of his (Matt and Jeremy, respectively) and found out the asshole businessman/politician who hired them didn’t tell them everything.

That oh, hey, maybe it would be a good idea to keep Gavin alive and meet back in Los Santos somewhere to discuss what their next move was because they’re pretty much guaranteed to end up dead if they don’t. (The businessman/politician intending to double-cross them and either get them thrown in jail or outright killed rather than risk loose threads and such. What with that being the case with all the others they sent after Gavin and just. Yeah.)

And of course Gavin was like, ??? and talked to Michael about things and they’ve got this truce/understanding thing going on and Michael telling him Ryan’s a stubborn fuck and it might take a while for him to come around. (Also, don’t let the idiot die if at all possible.)

Gavin wary of a trap, but also this tiny grain of hope maybe things wouldn’t end with him dead, and then the bridge and the river and that moment of hesitation he feels guilty/ashamed of as he hands back Ryan’s phone.

Battery’s almost dead and there’s a sliver of a signal up this high/remote location, but the fact Gavin gave it back is…promising?

Not exactly trust but pretty damn close, and Ryan calls Michael and isn’t sure if the asshole hears him or what, but he tells him about their current situation and a place they could meet in a few days before it completely cuts off/dies and then, well.

Then it’s him and Gavin and this cabin in the middle of nowhere and ALL the huddling for warmth and sharing stories and FEELINGs.

Soft looks when Gavin falls asleep somewhere in there, exhausted as hell and the kind of trust/nothing left to do so in Ryan’s presence after everything they’ve been through.

Usual romcom stuff and when the weather clears and they make their way down the mountain to meet up with Gavin run into some baddies and have to fight their way free.

Another day or so to get to the meeting spot with Michael – small town nearby and this abandoned gas station or something like that on the outskirts.

So of course the asshole businessman/politician and his musclebound goons show up. There’s all these veiled/not-so-veiled threats thrown Ryan’s way when it’s obvious he Knows Too Much.

But maybe, the asshole says. There’s a way out of this for Ryan, because the asshole businessman/politician could use resourceful people like Ryan and Michael. Just let him have Gavin and keep his secrets and he and Michael could be looking at a lucrative job offer, if Ryan knows what he means.

Gavin getting all twitchy and fidgety because it’s a good deal, and really, they’re not friends, him and Ryan and Ryan would get to live. (He wouldn’t blame Ryan at all for accepting the offer, maybe tells him with this odd little smile it’s a good deal, you know? Ryan would be a fool to turn it down.)

Ryan watching Gavin who won’t meet his eyes and of course he’s going to tell the asshole businessman/politician to go to hell – even if he hadn’t caught feelings for Gavin he would have – but Gavin seems to think he won’t, and that’s just.

Ryan doesn’t know, really, because one of the goons gets impatient and goes for Gavin and Ryan just reacts – no conscious thought to it at all – and the goon’s on the ground howling about the knife in his leg and Ryan sweeping Gavin behind him before the shooting starts.

They get pinned down and have that Intense Eye Contact Moment where they’re sure they’re about to die and ~confess their love?

But that’s when Michael and Jeremy barrel on in, driving one of Jeremy’s ridiculous Rimmy Tim-ified vehicles and maybe hitting a goon or two along the way.

More shooting and yelling, but this time the odds are more in Ryan and Gavin’s favor and by the time the smoke clears the asshole businessman/politician’s escaped and the goons he left behind are super dead.

Also, the realization they’re all fucked now, because the asshole businessman/politician is definitely going to spin things to make them the villains of the story and him as the Upstanding Citizen most people know him as and, wow, okay, not cool?

But whatever because Ryan and Gavin are being totally obvious about their mutual feelings to the point Jeremy who doesn’t even know them can see it. (And he’s an idiot, as Michael can attest to. Like. Christ, it took forever for Jeremy to realize Michael was flirting with him and they were living together for months before the asshole caught on to the fact they were dating??? Like fucking Christ, what is Michael’s life???)

They end up having to ~go underground in Los Santos to avoid being murderized by various peoples, and people think they’re just another gang/crew in the city so why the hell not live it up, or something.

Hitting back at the businessman/politician by going after his ~unsavory allies and from the outside it looks like any other criminal squabbles, you know?

Rimmy Tim was a joke, but it becomes Jeremy’s Thing. Mogar happens when Michael picks up the leather jacket with the snarling wolf’s head at a thrift shop and someone asks him a dumb question and things go from there.

Gavin is just. He makes the most of being a little shit, and everyone despairs of the day he and Matt meet properly because oh, God, no.

Ryan embraces the stupid skull mask because Michael still won’t leave it alone (and also keeps people from recognizing him). Gavin’s the one with the idea for the face paint, some stupid joke that suddenly wasn’t one day.

(And oh God. Gavin being the one to do his face paint that first time, before they got their shit together and the intimacy of being that close to one another and touching Ryan’s face? Getting him to turn his head for a better angle to work with using a light press of his fingers and sudden awareness of everything about something like that and FEELINGS and maybe, maybe, that’s the first time they kiss?

OR.

Some awkward throat clearing and eyes being averted with all the !!! of realizing the oh, no he’s hot thing is NOT going to go away anytime soon, what do???)

At some point Geoff and Jack and the people they stole away from Burnie and the Roosters happen and they join forces because wouldn’t you know it? Part of the reason Geoff and Jack and everyone they brought with them are even in Los Santos has to do with the asshole businessman/politician.

Bastard making a grab for Rooster-held territory and/or interests to the point they felt they needed more of a presence in the city, which is where the Fake AH Crew comes in.

And then just.

A lot of shenanigans and assholes getting along too fucking well for anyone’s peace of mind?

Also, also.

Ryan and Gavin finally getting their shit together and smooching the fuck out of each other. (Maybe there’s one close call too many, or Pretend Married for a job, or just. Absent-minded kiss and then the !!! and following panic before they’re like.

WAIT.

Realize they’re basically an old married couple at this point and are like >:((((((((((((( at all the time they wasted when they could have been smooching and so on instead and decide to make up for it.

(The others go from being amused to exasperated to annoyed as fuck in quick succession because goddamn they’re the worst, okay. Sappy motherfuckers who are also assholes and do what they can to make everyone’s life a misery, sometimes even intentionally.)

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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The Art of the Deal - Part Three | Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes{

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 6,001

Warnings: smut, sex, anal sex, oral sex, shower sex, threesome m/m/m, no refractory period, did I mention sex? oh, and there’s cheesecake

Summary: Steve - Steve and Sam’s tenth anniversary is weeks away, but another trip to Paris isn’t exactly what Steve has in mind. While showing a prospective business associate a night on the town, Steve links eyes with a long haired stranger - a gets a brilliant idea.

Bucky - Its a normal night at work for Bucky - free drinks, loud music, drunk, horny men. He’s twenty bucks into a lap dance when he spots a new, handsome face, sparking his interest immediately. They link eyes, and boy, is Bucky a sucker for blue eyes.

Sam - Sam? Sam’s just along for the ride (if you catch his drift).

A/N: We learn a bit more about our boy Bucky in this one! One more part after this!

Bucky raps on the familiar apartment door before tucking his hands back into the pockets of his leather jacket. He drops his head back on his shoulders, his eyes scanning the ceiling as heavy footsteps grow louder and louder as they approach. The door swings open and a large smile spreads on Bucky’s lips as he’s met by Sam’s toothy grin.

“Bucky,” Sam says warmly, extending his arms to embrace him, “It’s so nice to see you again.”

Bucky could melt into Sam’s warmth - both physically and emotionally, “You too. It feels like it’s been a year.”

“Good sex will do that to ya,” Sam winks, before pushing the door open wider for Bucky, “Come on in.”

Bucky keeps his hands in his pockets as he pushes into the apartment. It’s still the same, clean and crisp, soft hues of color bursting from the accent pieces. It’s warm, Bucky guesses from the oven and stove as the smell of freshly chopped veggies and cooking food wafts through the apartment.

“You’ll have to excuse Steve,” Sam starts as he moves into the kitchen, “I guess he had a meeting run late.”

Bucky chuckles slightly as he takes a seat at one of the bar stools in front of the stove, “I know I don’t know you guys well, but that sounds typical of Steve.”

Sam laughs wholly as he pulls out a martini glass full of cocktail sauce with shrimp carefully arranged around the rim. He slides it toward Bucky before grabbing a pinch of fresh basil to sprinkle into the pot in front of him, “This is so typical of Steve. I have to literally threaten him to get his ass home sometimes.”

Bucky lowers his head slightly as he reaches for a piece of shrimp. He remembers those days - texting and calling, sometimes having to drive down to the base just to get Rhodey out of his countless meetings.

Sam grabs a beer from the fridge, twisting the cap slowly as he flicks his eyes toward Bucky. He watches him - really, the shift in his demeanor - before cocking his head slightly as he slides the cold, golden liquid toward him, “What was that?”

Bucky shoots his eyes to Sam’s as a small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, “What was what?”

“That little head drop thing.” Sam smiles slowly.

Bucky’s eyes widen at Sam’s keen eye and impeccable skill of reading body language. Bucky laughs it off as he dips his shrimp into the red, spicy cocktail sauce, “What little head drop thing?”

Sam continues to smile as he spreads out his arms on the counter, resting his weight on his palms, “You’re talking to a psychologist here.”

“No shit?” Bucky asks, smiling widely.

“No shit.”

“No wonder you’re so nosy.” Bucky winks as he tilts his head back to take a swallow of his beer.

Sam laughs again, dropping his head, “I’ve heard that my entire life. Steve likes to call me Dr. Phil.”

“Well, you’re much cuter than Dr. Phil. I’ll give you that.”

The oven beeps and Sam turns toward it, grabbing his mittens to pull out the roasted lamb, “Seriously, everything’s okay?” He asks, glancing over his shoulder.

Bucky nods, “You aren’t gonna let this go, huh? Ooh, that looks good.”

Sam shrugs as he sets the pan onto the cooling racks, “Thank you, and no, probably not.” He chuckles as he grabs for more herbs to pepper along the meat, “I mean, my husband and I are about to invite you into our home, our lives, in a really intimate fashion, if you’re up for it.” He says, keeping his eyes on the lamb as he sprinkles a dash of salt, “I gotta make sure you aren’t some lunatic.” He flips his eyes back to Bucky, finding him staring back intently, “I mean, no offense but, Steve quite literally picked you up in a strip club.”

Bucky nods slowly, “None taken. That’s fair.”

“I’m not saying you have to share your entire life story, but I’m not big on keeping secrets either. Okay?”

Sam smiles at Bucky again, cocking his head slightly as his eyebrow quirks toward the ceiling. Bucky laughs again, a little out of shock, a little out of admiration, “Loud and clear, Sammy.”

“Good.” Sam winks before returning his attention back to his sauce, “So, how was your day?”

Bucky and Sam speak easily about their days, like they're old friends until the click of the front door sounds softly. Bucky watches as Sam’s face lights up, the glint in his dark eyes returning as he bestows a wide, bright smile as Steve comes into view.

“Sorry I’m late,” Steve apologizes quickly as he wraps his arms around Sam’s awaiting body, “Hey baby. Smells good.”

“Hey there,” Sam coos, closing his eyes happily as Steve pecks, and then nuzzles into his cheek, “You have impeccable timing, as usual.”

Steve chuckles before releasing Sam’s waist. He moves to Bucky and hugs him quickly, a soft smile on his face as his eyes wander around his boyish face, “Good to see you.”

“Same. I’m glad you guys called.” Bucky almost blushes, unable to keep the smile off of his face.

Steve grabs the plates and silverware from the counter before he moves to the table, “Has Sam been easy on you?” He asks over his shoulder.

“Oh, shut up.” Sam smiles as he pours three glasses of red wine.

Bucky laughs lightly, “You could have warned me that he was a psychologist, that’s for sure.”

“He’s good, man. He picks up on the subtlest of movements.”

“Jeez, you’re telling me.”

“You know what,” Sam starts, as he starts passing food to both Bucky and Steve, “I’m not sure this is gonna work if you two are gonna gang up on me like this.”

Bucky and Steve sit at the table once the food is spread out. Sam buzzes around the kitchen, collecting the last of random articles needed to eat - salt and pepper, extra napkins, and just a tad bit more basil to sprinkle over the lamb.

He plops down next to Steve seconds later, “Ok boys, dig in.”

Bucky watches the two as dinner moves on. He brings his wine glass up to his lips, swirling it slowly as his eyes linger on Steve and Sam before him. It’s like he’s not even here - not that they’re being rude. They’re just so comfortable - so easy with one another. The eye contact between them, the soft smiles, the lingering of each other's fingers on one another… it’s lovely to have been invited into their intimacy like this.

Bucky sips the sweet, red wine slowly before inhaling its scent. His mind starts to wander again. Back to New York. Back to their spacious apartment. Back to the mornings where he awoke entangled in the arms and legs of his lover. Back to their dinner parties where he and Rhodey were the Steve and Sam of the room.

He drops his head again. He chews the inside of his lip as he pushes it all away - carefully, this time - as to not grab Sam’s attention again. Maybe love just isn’t in the cards for Bucky Barnes. At least, that’s what he tells himself the nights when the tears come.

Bucky tucks some loose strands behind his ear and glances up, only to find Sam’s eyes on him as Steve enlightens the table about the meeting that kept him. Bucky stabs the last piece of his lamb with his fork and pops it into his mouth, chewing slowly as he smirks back at the curious Sam. Defiant and cocky, guarded and mysterious - the signs of the classic “bad boy” image.

Sam smirks back. He loves a challenge.

“Shit Sam,” Steve chuckles moments later, none the wiser to the staring contest going on around him, “I’m stuffed babe. Thank you.”

Sam leans into Steve again, accepting another kiss on his cheek as he holds his wine to his lips, “You’re welcome, darling. I’ll start some coffee and grab the cheesecake.”

“I’ll do that,” Steve starts, pushing away from the table.

“No, no, no, sit,” Sam stops him, “You’re the businessman, remember?”

Bucky watches Sam as he disappears back into the kitchen before turning his attention back to the blonde in front of him. He leans forward as another smile spreads across his face, “Well, businessman?”

Steve chuckles, “I’m not sure how I’m going to manage having two of you bossing me around.”

“You’re handling it well so far,” Bucky shrugs.

Steve smiles and throws a wink in Bucky’s direction, “So, as you know, Sam and I had a great time with you. You made our anniversary really special, so, thank you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” Bucky answers softly, “Thank you for trusting me and allowing me to be of service.”

Sam reenters, his hands full of dessert plates and coffee cups, “Thanks babe.” Steve coos as Sam sits next to him again.

“What’d I miss?”

“Nothing, I was just thanking Bucky for making our anniversary so memorable.”

“Yes,” Sam beams, “We had such a great time, you got us... thinking.”

Bucky laughs as he takes a sip of his coffee, “I can’t wait to hear what about.”

Steve links his fingers with Sam’s, “We would like to offer you something permanent with us. Only, if you’re up for it of course, but we’d… like to have more of you.”

“Lots more of you,” Sam laughs, “We don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

The smile on Bucky’s face finally reaches his eyes. He slices into his cheesecake and pops it in his mouth, removing his fork slowly and seductively from his mouth as he moves his eyes between Sam and Steve’s, “Well, isn’t that sweet, boys.”

“You just have to name your price.” Steve smirks.

Bucky takes a breath while dipping back into his piece of cheesecake. He takes another bite - slowly - turning up the charm and seduction of it all as his libido starts to stir and swell within him. He’s not even in the mood to talk money. He just wants to be on all fours, with Steve in his mouth and Sam in his ass.

He leans back into his chair and points toward the quickly disappearing dessert in front of him, “This is good, Sammy.”

“Thank you,” Sam winks, “There’s plenty more where that came from.” He answers, leaning up to place his chin in the palm of his hand.

The shift in the atmosphere is palpable. Bucky thinks they’re all turned on for completely different reasons - and that turns him on even more. He flicks his eyes to Steve who stares intently back at him. He rubs his middle finger along the pad of his thumb, the gears in his head spinning. He blinks slowly at Bucky, ready to counter and negotiate, ready to win. He loves the art of the deal.

Sam’s ardor is much more based in emotion. The connection between people, the peeling back of one’s layers is what really turns him on. The mysteriousness and seemingly hard exterior of Bucky is a turn on all in itself, but mixed with his overtly sexual nature and this soft, unearthed hurt, and longing in his eye that Sam stumbled upon tonight, makes him nearly irresistible. It makes him think that not a lot of people really know Bucky Barnes. The fact he’d even be comfortable enough to let his mind wander in front of them, means something. Despite his training and all the latin phrases his mind is screaming at him to diagnosis Bucky, the bulge in his pants silences it all.

And Bucky? Well, it doesn’t take much to turn Bucky on. Two beautiful, strong, intelligent men wanting to put his dick on retainer is all he needs to know.

“You’re the businessman, Stevie. Make me an offer I can’t refuse.” Bucky says softly, tilting his head flirtatiously as he chews on another bite of cheesecake.

“Yeah, Mr. Businessman,” Sam echoes, his eyes twinkling with lust as he cuts his eyes toward Steve.

Steve slips his hand between Sam’s legs, his thumb stroking his thigh as Sam’s fingers wrap around his shoulders and neck, “Five thousand a month, cash, plus a credit card with another five thousand dollar limit. We get you any time we want you, eight hours notice. You take down your ad online, and your grindr profile.”

Bucky nods slowly as he takes another bite of Sam’s cheesecake. He takes a deep breath as he chews, his eyes wandering around the opposite wall as he contemplates his counter offer.

“Twelve hours notice, grindr stays up, but I change my status to just looking for friends, and I still get to strip. Oh, and Sammy makes me a cheesecake every month.”

Steve squints, “Why?”

“It’s a really good cheesecake.” Bucky chuckles, winking at the blushing Sam.

“No,” Steve shakes his head, “Why do you want to strip? I’m offering you over a hundred thousand a year in cash and credit.”

Bucky shrugs, “It’s not about the money.”

“You enjoy it.” Sam states.

Bucky takes another slow bite and nods, “Mmhmm.”

“You enjoy the attention,” Sam adds, arranging the puzzle pieces in his brain.

“Maybe.”

“We’ll give you more than enough attention.” Sam counters.

“You sure?” Bucky winks as his mind whispers. It’ll keep me from getting too attached to you.

Sam leans back, his eyes squinting as his gears start to turn. Bucky has offered up yet another piece to his ever growing puzzle. It doesn’t bother Sam either way, they’re not trying to change him entirely. He likes that Bucky just won’t roll over because Steve wants him too. He also kinda likes that he’s a stripper. Sam turns to Steve, their eyes linking as a silent conversation plays out between them. Sam then shrugs and quirks his eyebrow toward the ceiling, “Shouldn’t hurt, hm?”

Steve nods slowly, “Fine. Twelve hours notice, one of Sam’s cheesecakes, grindr profile gets updated, the ad for your services comes down, and you still get to work. That can’t interfere with us, though.”

“It won’t. I’ll be here right after my shift, or, I’ll just cut it short. Promise.”

“Good.” Steve answers, obviously satisfied.

“One other thing,” Bucky starts, “What if I want to have sex with someone who isn’t the two of you? I mean, I’m still allowed a personal life in this whole thing, right?”

Sam takes a deep breath and expels it through his nose, “That’s fair. Could you at least let us know? We may want some tests done, just to stay safe.”

“How about I make a monthly appointment, test results get sent straight to you. Anything pops up, which it won’t, I’m very selective, but if it does, we call it quits. I wouldn’t want to hurt either one of you.”

Steve nods, “You okay with that?” He directs to Sam.

“Yes. So it’s a deal?”

Bucky smirks again and finishes off the last piece of his cheesecake, “Deal. When can we get started?”

Sam laughs, “Don’t we technically have to give you twelve hours notice?”

“Nah,” Bucky waves him off, “I’ll give you a freebie this time. Plus, I owe you for this delicious dinner.”

Steve stands, keeping his fingers intertwined with Sam’s. He reaches for Bucky, wiggling his fingers to entice him, “Come.”

Bucky slips his hand into Steve’s and lets him lead him and Sam back to their bedroom. He shuts the door with a soft click once they’ve all entered and leans against it as Bucky cups Sam’s face in his hands. He kisses him hard, stealing the air right out of Sam’s lungs. He releases Sam’s thick lips seconds later, just to delve back in for them again, sucking his plump lower lip between his. He sinks his teeth into Sam’s flesh as he pushes his body into his, crushing their chests together.

Steve pushes away from the door and slides behind Bucky, sweeping his brown tresses over his shoulder before dropping his lips to his warm skin, “Shower?”

His eyes meet Sam’s, who in turn grabs Bucky’s hand and begins pulling him toward the lavish bathroom. Sam twists the knob, forcing an instantly hot stream of water to splash against the marble floor of the shower. They undress quickly, random articles of clothing falling to the floor in a heap before they step underneath the steady stream of water.

Bucky runs his hands through his hair, pushing water through it as it starts to stick to his wet skin. A chuckle rumbles through his chest as Sam peppers his neck and clavicle with sweet, chaste kisses. He throws his arms over Sam’s shoulders and hugs him to him, pushing his lips along his shoulders.

Steve goes for the body wash, squirting the expensive soap into his hand before rubbing them together to create a healthy lather. He rubs slow circles into Sam’s muscular back, tilting his head as his hands roam along his skin. Steve smiles softly as a moan from Sam bounces off of the tile walls. He digs his fingers into Sam’s lower back, kneading his muscles gently, drawing more loud moans from him.

Bucky sinks to his knees as his hands move along Sam’s stomach. His fingertips brush along his abs and then curve around his waist before he grips his flesh in both hands. He likes their dynamic. He likes Steve’s dominance. It’s not overbearing or suffocating. It’s rather gentle. Sure, he likes to direct, he likes things a certain way, but he doesn’t have to force it. It oozes from him, and it consumes Bucky. He likes that Steve wants Sam to be nothing short of satisfied. He likes how much they love each other.

That consumes him too.

Bucky can feel Steve’s eyes on him. He flicks his eyes up toward him and bites his bottom lip as he takes Sam into his hand. A shiver runs down Bucky’s spine as he keeps his eyes on Steve’s - lucky for him, Bucky likes to be watched. He drops his eyes back to Sam’s stomach and cock as he pumps him. He kisses Sam’s tip, smiling hard as he feels the man jump and hears a sharp ‘fuck’ fall from his lips.

Bucky closes his eyes as he takes Sam slowly into his mouth. He slides his tongue along his shaft, moaning and humming to add some vibration.

Steve pushes his hands over Sam’s shoulders and flattens his palms on his chest. He lets Sam fall back into him, resting his head on Steve’s broad shoulder, his face tilted toward the ceiling as the warm water washes over them. Steve nuzzles into his exposed neck and blinks slowly as he watches Bucky bob back and forth. He puckers his lips and pecks at Sam’s neck once, twice, three times before sinking his teeth into his thick skin.

Sam jumps again. He balls Bucky’s wet hair into his fist as a guttural, scratchy grunt pushes through his teeth. He can feel Steve’s erection pressing into his ass, Bucky’s warm, wet mouth and tongue caressing him in the most gentle of ways - it’s luxurious.

Steve keeps his eyes cast down on Bucky as Sam’s heartbeat thumps against his palm. He feels Sam's hips as they start to move - slowly pushing into Bucky’s mouth before pulling back out. Steve drops a hand to his rigid erection. He drags his palm along his length and sweeps his fingers over his pink tip before pushing back down his shaft. He blinks back down to Bucky again and can’t help the groan that scratches at the back of his throat. He finds Bucky stroking himself as he continues to suck on Sam. He’s so pretty like this.

Sam bites his bottom lip as his fingers continue to tangle in Bucky’s hair. Darkness consumes his senses as his eyes remain closed. He releases a soft breath through this teeth as Steve slips his fingers between his asscheeks, rubbing them along his puckered hole. God, is he ready.

Steve replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding in the cleft of Sam’s ass before he lines himself up with his hole. He pushes slowly and grips Sam’s shoulder as his breath hitches in his chest. Steve lets his eyes close as Sam’s internal heat envelopes and spreads through him. He drops his hands to Sam’s hips, placing them over Bucky’s digits and giving them a squeeze.

His pace is slow and steady at first. He rocks into Sam gently as his moans grow louder and quicker, his head still resting on Steve’s shoulder. Steve lets his hand wander - over Sam’s stomach, through the tough patch of hair at his navel and back up to his chest as he fucks him slowly.

Bucky hums as the lust in his chest builds. He pumps his hand along his own cock as he pulls back from Sam, licking his lips quickly and swallowing the tangy spurts of cum on his tongue. He releases himself long enough to stroke Sam with both on his hands, and sends his eyes up toward the couple. Sam’s eyes are closed, his mouth hanging as his natural soundtrack paints the walls. Steve’s head is low as he fucks Sam, his fingers digging into his hips, leaving indentations in his skin.

The sight sends a chill right down Bucky’s spine. It’s so private. So intimate. So personal, and sexy. He takes Sam into his mouth again, this time rougher, sloppier, faster. He wants him to cum. He wants to taste it and feel it. And then he wants Steve to fuck him.

Bucky Barnes loves his life.

Within seconds, Sam is shuttering. His chest heaves, unintelligible words fall from his lips as Steve deepens his thrusts and Bucky swirls that talented tongue around the tip of his cock. His heart pounds against his ribs, his stomach is in his throat as adrenaline pumps through his veins. It’s in moments like this that Sam knows just how lucky he is.

He comes without warning. Bucky grunts at the sudden hot ribbons of cum flooding his mouth, but hums in contentment soon afterward. His eyes flutter shut as he sucks Sam through his orgasm, swallowing every last drop that Sam has to offer.

A soft smile spreads on Steve’s lips as Sam works through his release. His hips slow as he wraps his arms around Sam’s middle, flattening his palms on his stomach. He mumbles his love for him into his ear and nibbles on his earlobe and jaw as his muscles tense with his orgasm. Steve’s smile broadens as Sam starts to come down from the high.

He flattens his palm on his chest as he peers at his boy, “You are so pretty when you come.”

Sam chuckles as he places his hand over Steve's, “You think so?”

“I know so. I think Mr. Barnes would agree?”

Bucky is back on his feet and closing the distance between he and Sam’s lips within seconds. He kisses him deeply, his tongue sweeping along his teeth and bottom lip before he pulls away, dragging Sam’s bottom lip with him.

He releases it quickly and smiles, “Absolute beauty.”

“He pays you to say that,” Sam winks, his head still swimming, his eyes hazy, his smile lazy, “Let’s lie down.”

Steve throws his eyes to Bucky, “Bed?”

“Let’s do it… literally.”

Steve reaches for a towel as Bucky turns off the water, throwing it over Sam’s shoulders before he steps out. He lets Bucky follow Sam and steps out last, throwing Bucky a towel to rid himself of excess water. Steve follows suit, swiping at his limbs and chest with a towel before discarding it to the floor and moving into the bedroom.

Sam’s already climbed into the large, soft bed. He’s at the headboard, his eyes heavy but his hand busy as he slowly strokes himself. Bucky lays at the foot of the bed, holding his head in the palm of his hand as his free hand skips up and down Sam’s calf. He smiles at Steve and Steve smiles back.

“You ready for me?” Steve asks.

Bucky smirks, “How do you want me?”

“Face down, ass up,” Steve answers.

“And what’s the magic word, Mr. Businessman?”

Steve smirks, “Please.” He says sweetly.

Only then does Bucky oblige. He repositions himself on the bed, sinking his knees into the mattress and he places his hands flat on the sheets. He lifts his eyes to Sam’s, making direct eye contact with him. He reaches out and skirts his fingers along Sam’s skin again before wrapping his hand around his ankle. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as Sam drags his hand along the length of his gorgeous cock, never taking his eyes off of Bucky’s blues.

Steve grabs a bottle of lube from his armoire and squeezes a dollop onto his fingers as he approaches the foot of the bed. He rests his left hand in the center of Bucky’s back and rubs his thumb along his soft, damp skin. He massages the warming gel along himself before sweeping his fingers lightly between Bucky’s cheeks. He inches forward, pressing against Bucky as he grips his shoulder.

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut as Steve fills him up slowly. He tightens his grip on Sam’s ankle and lets out a focused breath through his teeth as soon as he feels Steve’s hips are flush with his body.

Steve starts slow, acquainting his body with Bucky’s. He lets his fingers dance along Bucky’s skin, gripping, squeezing, kneading as he fucks him. He flicks his eyes toward Sam’s, finding them hooded and hazy, drunk almost, as he strokes himself to the same rhythm of Steve’s hips. Steve’s chest constricts almost immediately. He hips jut forward, hard, pulling a yelp from Bucky.

Steve stops and squeezes his shoulder, but Bucky laughs it off, “I’m good, cowboy.”

Cowboy. Steve likes that. Steve also likes that he can take it. He sets his pace faster - his strokes deeper - as Bucky’s soundtrack grows louder. He skips his fingers down Bucky’s body and between his legs. He caresses the inside of his thigh gently - sweetly - and then pinches without warning.

“Fuck,” Bucky groans as pangs of pleasure and pain flash through him.

This is the best decision Bucky’s ever made.

Steve keeps his eyes on Sam as they bounce between his and Bucky’s. Steve watches as Sam’s chest rises and falls faster, his hand pumps harder, his toes curl and flex as his moans mix and mingle and rise with Bucky’s. Fuck, the beauty of it all is enough to make Steve stutter again.

Bucky tightens his grip on Sam’s ankle and drops his face into the mattress as he lunges forward with each of Steve’s thrusts. He slams his eyes closed as a chorus of grunts fall from his lips. He yelps again as another flash of pain rips through him - Steve’s fingers pinching again, harder and harder as his hips crash into his.

Bucky lifts his head just in time to see Sam come undone again. He bites his bottom lip as he watches the ribbons spurt from him and falling against Sam’s chest and stomach. He shutters as Steve runs his hand along his spine and… that’s just about all he can take. He doesn’t even have to touch himself. He just cums. He drops his head to the mattress and lets Steve fuck him through his orgasm as he spills himself onto the soft, white sheets.

Steve falls forward as Bucky’s body constricts around him. He grips Bucky’s shoulder, his fingers digging into his skin as the threat of his own orgasm rushes through his veins. He grunts as electricity flashes through him. His vision tunnels, his chest tightens… and then he’s filling Bucky with his hot spunk. His hips jerk as he holds onto Bucky’s shoulders, barely able to breathe as he cums.

Bucky can’t help the chuckle that rumbles through his chest as Steve collapses on top of him. He reaches back and caresses Steve’s hip with the tips of his fingers as their three ragged, heavy breaths fill the room. He’s almost sad when he feels Steve’s weight leave him. He peeks over his shoulder as Steve disappears into the bathroom and reemerges with washcloths.

Bucky watches as he moves to Sam first, pecking him on the lips before he starts to clean him. He’s gentle with him. He sweeps the warm washcloth over Sam’s chest and stomach before giving the same ample attention to his dick. Once Sam is squeaky clean, he kisses him again, and then moves back to the foot of the bed.

He taps Bucky’s ankle, “May I?”

Bucky nods slowly as he tucks his hands underneath his head and stretches out his legs. He loves a control freak. He closes his eyes as Steve caresses his skin with the warm washcloth and cracks a quick smile as he lands a smack against his ass before retreating back into the bathroom.

He feels another tap on his ankle, “Under the covers.”

Bucky has something snarky to say, but he’s in a good mood, so he just climbs up next to Sam and slips underneath their expensive comforter. The TV flips on, Steve’s heavy footsteps move around the room before his weight sinks into the mattress and the soft light from his laptop washes over him.

Sam reaches over Bucky and lets his hand and fingers brush along Steve’s arm - just so he can feel them - and drifts off, taking Bucky with him.

----

Bucky takes a breath, his eyes fluttering as he stretches his limbs. His eyes open slowly and focus on the blue numbers projected on the ceiling from Steve’s clock. 3:17am. Sam’s arm is still slung over his chest. Steve rests against the headboard, his head rolled the side, his hands still propped on his laptop. Bucky smiles slowly. It reminds him of -

He stops. He blinks slowly, shifting his gaze back to the blue numbers. 3:19am. He needs a cigarette.

He wiggles out from between them and shimmies into his tight boxers before digging through his jacket pocket. He slips out, and pads through the apartment to the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. He steps out into the warm night, sliding the door partially closed before bringing a thin cigarette to his lips.

He’s gone through about three of them before he hears the door slide on the track. He doesn’t even turn around, he knows who it is. He takes another drag and exhales the grey smoke slowly before he bends over, resting his forearms on black railing.

“His name was James,” he starts slowly, dropping his head between his arms, “James Rhodes. But, everybody called him Rhodey.”

Sam smiles softly as he leans against the walls behind him, “How long were you two together?”

“Five years,” Bucky laughs, “Isn’t that crazy? Still surprises me that I was capable of that.”

“Anybody is capable of anything Bucky. You must have really loved him.”

Bucky nods slowly, “I did. I gave him everything. I gave up everything.”

“Before we get there,” Sam says gently, “How did you two meet?”

Bucky takes another drag of his cigarette and lifts his head to gaze out onto the city, “We were both in the military, he was a Colonel.”

“Bucky, that’s-” Sam cringes.

“No, no, not - We didn’t meet like that. He was in the Air Force, I was Army. I was discharged after a few years cuz I have a heart murmur, and I couldn’t manage to get back on base by curfew.”

Sam chuckles, “That’s not surprising.”

“Anyway, I was working at this bar, on base, and he came in one night. We ended up talking. He took me out a few nights later and a month later, I moved in.”

Sam smiles harder, “Steve made me move in after two weeks.”

“That’s not surprising.” Bucky chuckles.

It gets quiet between the two of them. Sam doesn’t want to push, he knows this is a place that Bucky is not comfortable navigating, especially with someone he barely knows. So, he waits for him to get there. He watches him as he finishes that cigarette and promptly pulls another from his pack. The small fire sparked from his lighter adds a dim light but it dies away just as quickly as it came.

“I straightened up,” Bucky says after a long while, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he holds the cigarette between his fingers, “I stopped dancing, I got a straight job, I started cutting my fucking hair again. I straightened up for him, because I loved him and I wanted him to be proud to have me on his arm.”

The anger becomes undeniably present - suffocating almost - and they’re quite literally sitting out in the open. Sam thinks he knows where it’s going, but Bucky needs to say it, “What happened?”

Bucky shrugs, “I don’t know. I did everything he wanted me to, I became the person he wanted, and I came home one night and there was another man in my bed. Some fuckin’ Private or whatever the fuck they call ‘em.” He swallows hard as he stares at the trees, his jaw set in a hard line, “I gave him everything I had, and it meant nothing to him.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. I’m not saying what he did was right, I’m not going to call it a mistake because that’s a conscious decision, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t love you. It certainly doesn’t mean that you meant nothing to him.” Sam tilts his head as he stares at Bucky’s back, “Your worth is up to you, not to anyone else.”

Bucky smiles, but it’s sarcastic - cynical, “I’m sure you get paid a lot of money to say stuff like that.”

“I do. Lucky for you, you’re getting it for free.”

Bucky laughs, “I like you, Sam.”

“I like you, Bucky - and before you say something snarky, no, I don’t get paid to say that to everyone.”

“Sure,” Bucky sings, peeking over his shoulder quickly, “You got any other words of wisdom?”

Sam nods, “You got out of there. You stood up for yourself, that’s something to be proud of, and it means that you know deep down that you deserve better than that. I mean, five years is a long time. This was in New York, I’m presuming?”

“How do you know that?”

“Everyone hears the Brooklyn in you, but you.” Sam laughs, “Seriously. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but to uproot your life and start over in a new city - on your own no less, is incredibly strong. Knowing who you are and being comfortable with yourself, is something that some people never learn how to do.”

Sam stands and leans against the railing next to him, tilting his head until Bucky makes eye contact with him, “You could work on the vulnerability, but that wild side of you - that freeness, is like catching lightning in a bottle. This James guy is an idiot if he didn’t realize that. There’s nothing wrong with you, you didn’t do anything wrong, and I like your hair long.”

Bucky laughs again, but this time, he really, really means it. Sam kisses his forehead before retreating back to the sliding door. He stops and glances over his shoulder, “I’m very familiar with this bad boy act, so, no sneaking out. Bring your ass back to bed when you’re done.”

Before Bucky can get out another word, the door clicks shut. Bucky smirks again and lets out another breath. He drops his eyes to the concrete as his mind spins. It’s weird. He feels a little better. He puts out his cigarette and does exactly what Sam told him to do - he promptly takes his ass back to bed.

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a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves (1/8)

Rey looked down onto the empty orange bottle seated on the edge of her bathroom sink. She knew realistically that staring super hard at the bottle wouldn’t magically make it refill with suppressant pills, but she was willing to try anything this point.

The newest edition on the ever-growing list of Shit Rey Experiences', is being unable to get suppressants.

Rey can no longer afford suppressants and decided to take on unsuppressed life. Thankfully, Ben is there to help her.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.3K

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Notes: i've never written ABO before, but good golly, i have read it and am now ready to take the plunge. plz enjoy!

Chapter 1: doth suffer a sea-change

She had faced quite a few hardships in life. Being abandoned as a child, tossed from foster family to foster family, getting into a university 500 miles away from where she was from, affording said university until she graduated summa cum laude, figuring out a way to survive and pay her loans back simultaneously; the list goes on.

But nothing, nothing, was comparable to the hardship Rey undergoes, continually, as being an omega.

She wishes the hardest part about being an omega was the constant degradation she experiences in the professional world. If it just meant lewd comments and occasional handsy knot-headed alphas, Rey could deal with it no problem. But the fucking heats. The claw off your skin, masturbate until your numb, loose your absolute mind heats that made being an omega a living hell. And on suppressants, that only happened once a year.

The newest edition on the ever-growing list of ‘Shit Rey Experiences’, is being unable to get suppressants.

Her terrible insurance had now decided that suppressants were an ‘elective’ medication that omegas could function normally without. While Rey will support Senator Organa until she dies, she does wish that the senator hadn’t fought quite so hard to pass the legislation that ended the federal mandate that all omegas must be on suppressant unless mated.

It was a huge step in the country, one that Rey had even advocated for, but one with unforeseen consequences like insurances not covering the cost of suppressants anymore. But, such is life. This was the bed that had been made for her, and this is what she would deal with. People went without suppressants all the time; progressive omegas that clearly didn’t live in the same part of town she did, but omegas none the less.

Rey swept out of the bathroom, promptly tossing the empty bottle in the garbage, before turning to her roommate.

“I’ve decided something,” Rey announces.

Rose didn’t look up from the television, but responded anyways. “And what would that be?”

“I’ve decided to quit taking suppressants.”

Rose chokes on the cheese balls she’s currently shoving into her face while looking up at Rey.

“You what?”

“I’m not taking suppressants anymore.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I don’t need to. Omegas are individual, like every other designation and do not need to be medicated just to join society. Senator Organa advocated very hard to have the federal mandate repealed, and to show my support, I will no longer be taking suppressants.”

Rose looked at Rey like she was out of her mind, and she supposed she was. Betas like Rose would never fully understand what it was like for omegas or alphas, so Rey isn’t surprised that this information is shocking to her.

“Do you realize what this will do? Don’t unsuppressed omegas have like, three heats a year? You literally hate the singular one you have, why would you choose that?” An excellent point that Rey had not considered.

“The heats suck, yes, but… maybe if I know I’ll be going through it more often, I’ll try a little harder at actually dating someone. Use it as a motivator, ya know.” The excuse didn’t sound nearly as bad as Rey thought it would, even if it was total horse shit. She also knew that Rose’s constant pushing for Rey to actually put herself out there would be placated by this answer.

“This seems like a pretty major change just so you can meet someone. Have you tried that one app that is supposed to help match up alphas and omegas? Knot It, I think it's called? That would be a more reasonable first step than… this.” The concern in Rose’s voice touches Rey and part of her is tempted to break down and tell her the truth. But then Rose would want to help her, being a best friend and all, and Rey would be put even further into emotional debt for all the helping she’s done over the years. She decides to hold steady to her little fib, hoping that Rose will just let it go. ( A pipe dream, to say the least.)

“I’m choosing this for right now. If it becomes… too much, I might change my mind. But I’m going to try this first. It’ll be good for me, I think.”

Rey ignores the unease in her friends gaze, and goes about her business.

The bar is crowded when Rey arrives at Maz’s. Some sports game is on that Rey would care about more if she could afford live TV to watch it continually, but cable wasn’t exactly a standard for someone who eats ramen for nearly every meal.

She see’s the large table in the back, the one that’s unofficially reserved for her friends, and notices she’s the last one there. A chorus of ‘hellos’ greet her as she slides into he booth, and is handed a plastic cup full of PBR.

“Rey-Rey! You made it! How’s our favorite mechanic?” Poe asks, clearly already a few too many deep.

“I’m good! Have you guys ordered yet? I’m starved.”

“I ordered a big ole’ hunk of qb with extra ass!” Poe screeches, looking up at the monitors, earning an eye roll from the sober people at the table, and giggles from the drunk ones.

“Buffalo wings and mozzarella sticks with extra marinara sauce,” Ben tells her. He’s across the table from her, but Rey is pretty sure that the calves she keeps bumping into are his. Ben’s damn long legs will always be a point of contention with her. Who needs to be 6”4 anyways? It’s just gratuitous. Still, she like the person they belong to.

“Bless you,” She tells Ben, earring a sweet smile and a hint of a blush. Ben is so easy to make blush; it's one of Reys’ favorite pastimes.

The night goes on; food is consumed in an ungodly amount of time, beer is constantly flowing, the rest of the bar dies down but they all remain. It’s nice, the little family they form. Rey would never had dared to dream of such a thing, but meeting these people was the greatest gift she’d been given. Rey met Finn the first semester of undergrad, and been a part of this group since. Through Finn, she met Rose, Kaydel, Jannah, and Poe, and through Poe she met Ben. Friday nights a Maz’s had become a staple for the last few years, one religiously followed even when they probably should have all stayed home.

While Rey loved being in this group of friends and partaking in their rituals, she had to admit to herself that it was… a lot. Without suppressants, at least. Smells were intense, to say the least. Every thing was heightened to the nth degree and Rey had spent the last three weeks without suppressants needed to excuse herself to get a breath of fresh air, too many times to count.

Everything smelled so, so much, and Rey had to suffer through all of it.

But it wasn’t all bad. There was the occasional whiff of a fresh smelling laundromat, or sweet pastry that was nice to experience. And, of course, the juicy smelling alphas that usually came as quick as the went. Like right now, in the bar, Rey could smell the thick aroma of leather and pine mixed among the crowd. It was strong, even diluted by the scent of others, so she couldn’t imagine what it would be like on its own. The though made her clench her thighs together in hopes of something that would likely never come to pass.

“Rey… Rey? Are you with us?” Finn waved a hand in front of her face, snapping Rey out of her train of thought.”

“Oh sorry. I was just… distracted.” Rose ‘hrumps’ next to her.

“We’re still on for Wednesday, right? Trivia night at Lukes?” Finn asks her.

“Yeah! Of course. I’ve been prepping for it by watching Jeopardy every night,” She tells them, earning a chuckle from Ben.

“Good. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget. You’ve been so spaced out lately,” He tells her, making Rey sink further into her seat.

“Probably because of the suppressants. Or… lack thereof,” Rose replies, causing every sober eye to turn and stare at her. AKA Finn and Ben.

“You stopped taking suppressants? Are you nuts?” Finn asks, incredulously.

“Thank you, Rose. And no, I’m not nuts. I’m just… choosing the natural life, so to speak.” She gives Rose a pointed glare, and tires to ignore the heated expression on Ben’s face. Finn is a beta, so his opinion will probably be a little off the mark, just like Roses.

But Ben is all alpha. Not just any alpha; no, Benjamin Solo was 100%, grade-A, total alpha who also happened to be the biggest sweetheart she’d ever met. It was a horrible concoction that had been the subject of one too many fantasies that Rey had shoved down in lieu of friendship.

Betas would have some idea what it meant for omegas to be off suppressants, but alphas? Alphas would bristle just at the thought of an unmated, unsuppressed omega, even if they smelled like a garbage disposal.

“So you want to revert back to a sex-crazed lunatic that thinks water is overrated?” Finn continues to question.

“I don’t think water is overrated even in heats. And I’ve already gone three weeks without and been fairly normal. I’m perfectly capable of handling myself without medication.” Rey keeps her expression calm and cool, but her eyes are steadfastly on her empty plate.

“Well… good for you, I guess?” Finn isn’t totally convinced and this will absolutely come up later, but he knows not to push his luck like this in public.

Rey gives a tight-lipped smile in response, still unable to meet Bens’ gaze, and is grateful for Poe for his loud interruption that he ‘will be a trophy husband to the first gay NFL quarterback’.

It’s not until they’re all standing outside the bar, in the chilly autumn air, that Rey realizes what’s wrong. She had felt Ben’s eyes on her the rest of the night, and it had taken every fiber in her being not to look at him. She knew what waited for her when she did and her inner omega wanted it too much to be a good thing.

But what’s wrong is not that Rey has to face Ben while they wait to load their drunk friends into Ubers. What’s wrong is the way he smells. If Rey wasn’t drunk of the beer, then she was drunk off of Ben. The hints of nice smelling alpha emanated from him, even through a cloud of scents. It was deep and rich and Rey wanted to bathe in it.

She could also feel the displeasure he was feeling and it made Rey want to throw herself on the ground and beg alpha for forgiveness. She resisted, but only just.

When it was just them outside, Rey finally turned to face him, garnering any courage she could find.

“What is it?” She asked, aggressively, before she could loose her nerve.

“It isn’t safe,” Ben stated simply.

“What isn’t safe? Riding a bike without a helmet? Eating day-old sushi?” She retorted.

“Rey.” It was a command, even if he didn’t mean to give it. “It isn’t safe to be unmated and unsuppressed. Especially…” He trailed off.

“Especially what?” She wishes her voice were harsher to express the anger she feel within.

Ben stares at her for a minute before responding. It makes her scent gland itch. “I could smell you. Through all those people, I could smell you. What happens if a knot-headed alpha is too close to rut and you’re alone-“”

“I’m an adult. I can take care of myself. Rape is still illegal, suppressed or not.”

Bens’ jaw clench and his hands ball into fist and Rey feels her core heat.

“I know you can take care of yourself.” It’s not what she expects to hear, and the softness of his voice breaks something inside of her. Her steely expression falls and so does his.

“You’re right, I know you’re right. But this is the way it is.”

“Why?”

Rey sighs, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes before telling him. “My shitty insurance got even shittier and no longer covers suppressants. My last refill ran out a few weeks ago, and with the way my student loans are right now, I can’t afford to buy them.”

She doesn’t need to see Ben to know the way he bristles. “This is because of my mom; because of the law she passed. It’s not fair to you that-”

“Your mother has been nothing but kind to me! She is a very sweet woman who I will always support and I get why she advocated for this. Yes, this sucks, but it’s not your mom’s fault.”

Ben isn’t placated by this, but keeps quiet.

They stay like that for a terse minute, Rey scrambling to figure out how to move on from this conversation. He speaks before she gets a chance.

“I can help you. I can get you suppressants if you want. It’s really no trouble. If anything, I kind of feel like I owe you.” Ben is sheepish when he speaks, and Rey’s heart swells a bit.

“That’s kind of you, but no thank you. I can handle this on my own.”

“You don’t have to, Rey.” His voice is low, but washes over her like a warm blanket nonetheless. “Just, please tell me if you need help. Promise me that.”

Rey doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to even say that she would rely on him if she needed to, out of her own selfish pride, but the omega in the back of her mind screams to, at least, make alpha feel better. She knows if she does, it will help.

“I promise.” Rey doesn’t know if she says that, or if her omega does.

#im also tryin to get through all the comments on my other works too!#but this popped into my head and now its a fic so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#reylo #rey x ben #ben solo x rey #rey x kylo ren #rey #ben solo #kylo ren #adam driver #daisy ridley #my work #fan fic #star wars #ao3 #appihtg

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Call It Fate-Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx

Summary: Nikki keeps bumping into the same girl in the most random of places. It gets so out of hand that it starts freaking them both out. So they decide to just fuck.

A/N Just a random idea I had so just had to get it written :)

Word Count: 2871

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It had happened a few times that week. The first time was in a corner store in West Hollywood; his eyes followed me the whole way round while I tried to find my favourite candy. The second was when I was out having lunch with my cousin; he walked in and it would have been impossible to not recognise him with his black hair and eye-lined eyes. The third time was at the gas station and I nearly poured all of the gas over my converse when I saw him strutting his way inside to pay.

"What the fuck," I'd mumbled to myself as I watched him through the glass windows.

I must have looked like a lunatic the way that I was looking at him and he didn't strike me as the sort of guy who would miss an opportunity to say something to somebody who was staring. Especially if that somebody was a person he'd already seen twice that week.

"Are you following me or something?" He called out on his way back to his car, his smirk turning me on more than it should have but probably just as much as he meant it to.

"N-no, sorry," I laughed nervously, pulling the gas pump from my car and hanging it back up. Shit, he was making me a nervous wreck. I could feel him watching me still as I closed the gas tank and then fumbled around the passenger side for my purse.

"I don't mind it if you are," he spoke again, sounding closer this time and I could hear the humour in his voice.

"Well I'm not," I spoke with more conviction. He was on the other side of my car, his arm leaning on the roof casually. He was eyeing me like I was his prey.

"Why you out so late getting gas anyways?" He asked apathetically. I mustn't have heard what he said or even heard him speak because he waved his hand in front of my face.

Fuck. I was staring at him again.

"All good?" He chuckled.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" I ran my hand through my long hair and shifted in my spot. "I'm good, I'm just, you know, it's weird I've seen you so many times these last few days and I don't even know who you are."

"Well I don't know who you are either," he retorted. "Come on," he nudged his head in the direction of his car. "Come with me."

"What?" I raised my brows, shocked at his proposal. "I just said that I don't even know who you are and you're expecting me to get in your car with you?"

He nodded his head slowly, like he didn't understand why I had an issue with this.

"Do you think that because you're good looking that I'm just going to get in your car with you?" This guy was kidding himself! Sorry bud, but I don't really feel like being murdered tonight. "No thanks."

"Well yeah, I mean, it wouldn't be the first time it's happened." He looked genuinely perplexed by my resistance to him.

"Sorry, it's not gonna happen," I said as I headed inside to pay for my fuel.

"Let's make a deal then," he called out.

"What?" I called back without even looking at him and still walking but now slower because duh, obviously I wanted to know what his deal was; he was sexy as fuck.

"If we bump into each other again you'll give me the time of day. If not, well then have a good life."

I laughed to myself and turned around.

"You got it, rockstar," I winked.

"I'm not a rockstar, well, not yet anyway," he corrected me.

"Well you look like one."

Fast forward one month and I'm standing outside the Whisky on the Sunset Strip waiting to get inside. I loved this place but I didn't come here nearly as often as I would like to. My friends were already inside but I was late because work kept me and I always took way too long to get ready.

I hadn't seen that guy again and to be honest I was kind of bummed out about it. I told my roommate about him and she told me I was crazy to not have just screwed him around the side of the gas station.

"From the sounds of him I rekon he'd have totally gone for it," she'd said.

I was nearly at the front of the line when some commotion started. A bunch of guys came from inside with security guards behind them, shoving them aggressively and pushing them onto the sidewalk.

"I fuckin' told ya Nikki if it happens again you guys are out!" A really tall security guard emerged with a loud mouthed dude in his grip and I nearly died.

It was that guy.

"You can't fuckin' throw us out we make this fuckin' place!" He yelled in his face.

"Go home and sober up Nikki," the security guard said. "You too Tommy."

Nikki. That was his name.

"We didn't start the fucking fight man." The guy he referred to as Tommy spoke up. He was as tall as Nikki but maybe a little skinnier and he had light brown, wavy-ish hair. He was hot too.

What the hell is with all of these hot guys entering my life all of a sudden?

I watched Nikki as he stumbled around trying to find his feet and Tommy as he put a cigarette between his lips and tried to keep Nikki from wandering onto the road. I didn't know whether to say anything because he seemed pretty fucked up but this was kind of a big deal. I mean, we did agree that if we saw each other again we'd well, I didn't know what we'd agreed to do but it was something and that was good enough for me.

I toyed with my thoughts and it must have been written on my face or something because the next thing I knew that Tommy guy was coming over to me.

"Hey babe, do you have a lighter?"

"Uh, yeah, one sec," I stuttered awkwardly as I shuffled around my bag looking for my lighter. A few glances up and making eye contact with Tommy, an uncomfortable laugh from both of us then I found it. "Here ya go!" I extended my hand to him, he lit his cigarette while I watched him but also, I watched Nikki out the corner of my eye. He was standing very close to the side of the road, wobbling around and making me nervous. "Y-your friend, you better watch him." Tommy's eyes widened as if he had just remembered what a fucking fucked up mess his friend was right now, dashed over and grabbed him by both his upper arms. Tommy was taller but not by much.

"Sorry babe, thanks for this." His smile was sweet, innocent almost, as he handed me back my lighter and I was a little put out that Nikki hadn't even noticed me let alone looked in my direction. He was off in his own little world.

"Yeah, all good," I replied taking it from him.

The two boys headed off down the sidewalk and I felt my heart sink a little.

"Tommy, Nikki!" A small, well maybe just taller than me, blonde dude was coming out of the Whiskey calling their names and this made both of them turn around.

I could see even from the small distance I was standing from him that his eyes were glassy, vision most definitely hazy and eyes a sore looking red. He was wearing all black just like the previous times I'd seen him. I supposed this was his look; what he was known for. Those fuckin' skinny jeans man, they were as tight as hell and hugging him in all the right places. And his leather jacket, well that hung on him like he was born wearing it.

Shit. He was turning me on just by looking at him.

"No fuckin' way."

I vaguely heard him speak but didn't process it in time.

"We have to stop meeting like this." He was in front of me now and my sense of smell was overcome with the alcohol radiating off of him.

"I believe we'll call this fate, right?" I crossed my arms and looked up at him with a flirty smile.

"I believe we'll call this I think that you should come back to my place with me?" His voice was slower when he was fucked, raspier, dirtier even. If sex was a sound, it would be Nikki's voice when he was drunk.

He was closer, nearly pressed against me and I could feel the eyes of every girl in the line watching us.

"What makes you so sure I'll come with you this time?" I wanted to play hard to get even though I was very far from it right now.

"She's cheeky. I like that," he teased and suddenly it didn't feel like he was the same guy nearly stumbling onto a busy road five minutes ago. "Didn't we have a deal?" He whispered into my ear, hand now placed on my hipbone. Shivers.

"We did."

That was all he needed to hear right before he took my hand and dragged me out of the line.

"My friends are in there!" I laughed, pointing back at the Whiskey whilst trying to keep up with Nikki's suddenly weirdly sober strides.

"Don't worry, we live just 'round the corner," he said. "I'll bring you back after."

And indeed he did literally live right around the corner. I mean, you could see the Whiskey from his balcony.

"Wow, you weren't kidding," I mused, following Nikki up the stairs to his apartment, our hands still linked and Tommy and the blonde dude already inside.

"'Bout what?"

"Living right round the corner."

"Oh yeah," he laughed, leading me to a window. "We gotta climb through here." He stood to the side of the already opened window.

"Where's your door?"

"We had to nail it shut because the cops keep bustin' in on us," he told me nonchalantly.

"Oh...okay."

Once we were inside it didn't take long before I was pressed against the wall of what I think was Nikki's bedroom; his tongue down my throat.

We didn't need to talk about what was about to happen nor did I care that he was shit faced and I'd only had a couple of lines and a bourbon. All that mattered was we had somehow found ourselves in yet another random place but this time we'd decided to take the goddamn hint.

I ran my hands through his long hair, my fingers getting caught here and there and seemingly turning Nikki on even more. His cock was pressed into me, still covered by his skinny jeans but still very prominent and fuck I was keen.

He pushed me closer into him by gripping my ass with both hands, thrusting himself so I could feel as much of him as possible without being naked. I moved my hands from his hair and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, too pulling him closer. Nikki intensified the kiss by grabbing my neck and shoving his tongue further into my mouth...if that were at all possible.

I was losing my breath at a rapid rate so broke away for a second. Nikki smiled a sexy, drunken smile and whispered, "you are fucking irresistible." I ran my hands under his jacket and slid it down his arms.

"Then don't resist me," I whispered back, bringing his mouth back to mine.

Things progressed pretty quickly from there. Nikki's hands were suddenly gripping my tits, toying with my nipples since I'd forgone a bra with the dress I'd worn. Said dress was gone within seconds, a crumpled mess on the ground near his feet. His mouth was then drawn to one nipple, then the other, like a magnet.

I whined for him to take his shirt off. Nikki whined in return having to leave my tits alone for a second.

"They're fucking phenomenal," he said, eyes wide in hunger, mine probably the same because now he was shirtless.

It was weird to me for a second. I mean, we were both near naked and as far as he knew I didn't know his name and he certainly didn't know mine. Maybe this was a regular thing for him but for me, it was the first time having stranger sex.

In just my leopard print lacy thong, Nikki was practically drooling. Both hands were back gripping my now bare ass cheeks and and walked us over to his bed.

"Do you like to be on top?" He asked.

"Question is, do you want me to be on top?"

"I do," he smirked.

"Then yeah, I like to be on top."

Nikki managed to get us on the bed without letting me go, laying down on his back and positioning me just how he wanted; right on top of his cock that was nearly bulging out of his zipper.

"These really need to come off." I leaned down licking along the top of his jeans, unbuttoning and then unzipping them. They came down surprisingly easy along his legs, his thighs exposed and his cock tenting his underwear. He gasped briefly when I softly squeezed him, pulling me forward slightly so he can capture my nipple in his mouth again. "It's your turn now, bad boy," I purred moving away and back down to hover over his dick. I pushed his jeans to his ankles and do the same with his underwear. I'm pretty sure I audibly gasped when I was met with his gorgeous cock already leaking with pre cum.

Nikki grinned at my obvious arousal and pushed himself into my mouth. I closed my lips around him, pulling back my teeth and sucking hard. He groaned softly and grabbed my head, brushing my hair out of my face. I licked over the veins on his cock, massaging his balls, and kissed the tip.

"Fuck baby, keep going like that!"

The sound of a bunch of people talking and then loud music ground me to a halt. I looked wide eyed up at Nikki.

"It's okay," he chuckled. "They won't come in here with the door closed."

"How are you so sure about that?" I questioned him, his dick still firmly in my grasp.

"It's an unwritten law around here." His hand moved from my hair down to my face where he held my chin almost keeping me focused on him; like he was studying me. "Don't you worry that pretty face of yours." He stared at me for a second longer and I felt this weird sort of comfortableness from it.

"You really are beautiful though."

"And you're drunk."

He laughed and I put his dick back in my mouth. This time I licked from the base to the tip and sucked him again. I moaned around his dick and grabbed his hips to support me. I released him, and smirked up at him through my long lashes.

"You don't wanna cum yet, do you?" I asked.

He shook his head quickly. "Fuck no. Get up here!"

In an instant he'd literally ripped my thong off of me and guided my hips so that he could slip into me and fuck, slip into me did he ever.

He was huge. And it kinda hurt but also it kinda felt so fucking good from the get go. Nikki may very well have been the biggest guy I'd been with.

"Fuck you're tight," he moaned, his grip on my hips whitening his knuckles.

"And you're big," I cooed, not missing the proud smirk across his sweaty face.

I started to move slowly just to get the rhythm. Nikki's hands were guiding my movements in a way that felt pleasurable to him. He then increased the pressure on my hips and started to move me up and down his cock, causing me to groan and start panting. He felt so fucking good.

"Come on baby, that's it," he encouraged me. "Bounce for me baby girl...yeah...that's it."

My head was thrown back in bliss, Nikki's hands were holding onto my hips for dear life and my thighs were getting a better workout than the gym could have ever done. Our moans and groans mixed together in his small bedroom although drowned out by the loudness of the party now happening in his living room.

"Is this what you wanted when you first saw me?" I asked him, breathless, fishing for compliments.

"Fuck yeah it is!" He yelled. "Ahhh, yeah babe so good...I'm nearly there." Nikki's hips then started to meet mine as he got closer to his orgasm and those movements quite literally started to bring me undone as well.

"Fuck you're so deep," I cried. "Oh my god."

Within seconds I let out animalistic sounds from the pleasure Nikki had caused to erupt throughout my body and seconds after me he finally came, groaning loud enough for me to nearly hear him over the music.

I collapsed on his sweaty chest, breathing heavily and laughing a little. Nikki's arms wrapped themselves around my back and he held me long enough that it started to feel like we knew each other. You know, actually knew each other.

We laid in semi silence for a few seconds just basking in our post-coital calmness.

"My name's Nikki, by the way."

I snickered.

"Yeah, I know."

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VERONICA ROSE SAWYER AND THE MUSIC OF ST VINCENT .

word count : 3,006 . trigger warnings for : child abuse / neglect , depression , self harm , suicide , murder .

there are a few points that i will be ignoring - namely , clarke’s music does have a heavy focus on catholicism that ronnie , as a jewish woman , won’t relate to necessarily on a literal level . i might purposely misinterpret some of the more catholic songs , but for the most part , i’ll just . . . skip over that shit , lol .

of course , not every song of hers makes perfect sense with veronica , but there are a substantial amount that really hit home for characterization purposes . i’ll be pretty brief about them mostly due to the fact that this is going to be long enough but !

please enjoy a massive post about veronica’s most influential muse inspiration , st vincent , and how each song sparks a different facet of her characterization , personality , and history .

ALBUM ONE - MARRY ME .

*** NOW , NOW . this song is one of five songs that truly cuts to the very core of veronica’s persona . it is written as a cutting dismantlement of preconceived notions ; and while that in a general sense does apply to her , it pulls apart as a particularly embittered attack on heather chandler . with the deconstruction of her worth to her ( i’m not your mother’s favourite dog / i’m not the carpet you walk on / i’m not the feather at your feet / i’m not the paw to your king / i’m not anyone you’ll beat ) , it harkens to her rebellion and powerful nature that’s been crushed under heather’s heel . the chorus and final lines of the song draw perfect parallels to her and heather’s fight at the party , and the inevitable death - you don’t mean that , say you’re sorry / i’ll make you sorry . this track is desperately dramatically perfectly attached to my interpretation of ronnie .

*** YOUR LIPS ARE RED . this goes along almost chronologically with above - this song is about murder , explicitly ; and by god does that ever track ! particular lyrics of note are : this city’s red from riding us into the ground / your face is drawn from drawing words right from my lips / my hands are red from sealing your red lips / your skin’s so fair , it’s not fair . the narrative of the song leads towards a crime of passion ; anger and hate towards someone with some sort of power over them , and the eventual revenge for their ( perceived ) mistreatment . veronica doesn’t feel as bad as she should that heather’s gone ; a part of her feels satisfied , and that’s the part that this song exemplifies .

THE APOCALYPSE SONG . embracing the carnal nature of life and cutting away from those who refuse to ( or are too afraid to ) join you - in a more subdued sense , it’s similar to what veronica does in cutting loose from her friends ; and further still , ostracizing herself from her family to build a more spectacular life for herself and jason . important lyrics to note : you’ll awake with the stitches over both of your eyes , and deny me my body and all earthly delights / i guess you are afraid of what everyone is made of / your devotion has the look of a lunatic’s gaze .

LANDMINES . in terms of the tragedy of the beginnings of her and jason’s relationship - when he spirals into the worst parts of his plans , she is desperate to try and lure him back to the better side . it’s sadness , it’s hope without reason , it’s painful . important lyrics to note : i’m crawling through landmines just to know where you are / there’s smoke in my eyes , ‘cause you’re burning the ground / i’m crawling through landmines - i know , ‘cause i planted them / under cover of night , i put my heart in the ground / where’d you go ? please don’t go / i found your glove with the leather torn , five fingers that i’m counting on , smoke signals to call you right here .

ALBUM TWO - ACTOR .

THE STRANGERS . clarke said she’d written this song about a woman who’s spoiled by decadence and leisure , but is desperately sad by her situation . which , in all honesty , fits veronica to a t - exhausted by the picturesque garden , and unwilling to continue being trimmed to fit in paradise . important lyrics to note : lover , i don’t play to win , but for the thrill ‘till i’m spent / you showed up with a black eye , ready to go start a fight / desperate don’t look good on you , neither does your virtue / paint the black hole blacker .

THE NEIGHBOURS . the song paints a picture of a hatred of suburban sedentary lifestyles ; partial arson , partial alcoholism , all very accurate to the way ronnie feels being stuck in sherwood ohio . important lyrics to note : let’s pour wine in coffee cups and drive around the neighbourhood / i won’t believe not a word you speak just make it sweet to hear / these kids are foaming at the mouths , psychotropic capricorns / how can monday be alright , then on tuesday lose my mind ?

* BLACK RAINBOW . this is a portrait of one person in their isolation of an elevated comprehension above the brainwashed masses of average american life - the loneliness in their own self - aggrandizing thought processes , but also the pangs of hopelessness when they know that they’re still right . veronica is allowed an understanding that her parents and these remington assholes have chosen to ignore . important lyrics to note : think i’m glass , think i’m breaking it / let the children act like furniture for the ladies of the lawn / unkissed boys and girls of paradise lining up around the block / back pocket full of dynamite while the neighbours talk and talk / bird outside the kitchen , fighting his reflection , what’s he gonna win when he wins ? / if you want the neighbours woke , you’ll have to shout even louder .

* LAUGHING WITH A MOUTH OF BLOOD . clarke has described this song as a balancing act between the pain of the past and the uncertainty of the future , and the desperation that’s found when those two roads meet . ronnie’s got scars she’s healing from , but she’s also got no idea why and how to keep on living afterwards . important lyrics to note : just like an amnesiac , trying to get my senses back / laughing with a mouth of blood from a little spill i took / all my old friends aren’t so friendly , and all my old haunts are now haunting me / i can’t see the future but i know it’s watching me .

MARROW . a vague song , but one that resonates deeper with ronnie than she expected through its undertones of feeling as though she’s not in control of her body . important lyrics to note : i wish i had a gentle mind and spine made up of iron / mouth connects to the teeth and teeth to the loves and the curses / so i pretend there aren’t ten strings tied to all ten of my fingers .

THE PARTY . a dreamscape of a song that touches on her subtle alcoholism and desperation for connections that never come . veronica’s coping mechanisms lead her into bad habits in order to make connections , but ultimately leave her completely floundering after everything’s over . important lyrics to note : i’d pay anything to keep my conscience clean / there aren’t enough hands to point all the fingers / i lick the ice cube from your empty glass / honey , the party , you went away quickly / i’ve said much too much and they’re trying to sweep up .

* JUST THE SAME BUT BRAND NEW . this song is a floating heartbreak , following the descent into depression st vincent falls into after losing somebody she loves - did she do something wrong ? where do i go from now ? how do i fill this hole in my heart ? veronica feels this on a lesser level towards her friends , however few she may have had ; but in its fullest extent after jd , because despite everything ( fear , pain , abuse ) , she still loves him for what she thought she had . important lyrics to note : so i walked away all perfumed , felt just the same but brand new / and anything you wrote i checked for codes and clues / i changed my ‘a’s and ‘i’s to yours / i do my best impression of weightlessness now too / i might be wrong , i might be wrong , i might be wrong , but honey i believed i could just float away , dangling .

ALBUM THREE - STRANGE MERCY .

* CHEERLEADER . a determined cry to reject the role being forced upon her ; a final stand to shed the expectations thrown over her , while also reminiscing on how these constraints have forced veronica to become afraid of being vulnerable . important lyrics to note : i’ve had good times with some bad guys / i’ve told whole lies with a half smile / i don’t know what good it serves , pouring my purse in the dirt / i’ve played dumb when i knew better / i don’t know what i deserve , but your you i could work / i don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more , i don’t wanna be a dirt eater no more .

DILETTANTE . a brutal cutting slice of her and jason dean’s relationship - a desire to stay , but a desperation to bring their passion back down to earth . partially a love song , trying to preserve their fire without burning up ; partially a lament about overcoming the fear of stagnation . important lyrics to note : nobody’s winning , the sharks are swimming in the red / while you are sleeping , my mind goes creaking down the wall / slow down dilettante so i can limp beside you , i’m following your houndstooth / street savant , my bank in my back pocket , how far you think it’d take us ? / but let’s not forget why we crawled here .

ALBUM FOUR - ST VINCENT .

* PRINCE JOHNNY . this is the second song in a trilogy about an archetype of a friend clarke has named “ johnny ” - this particular angle focuses on the helpless desperation to stop someone you care about from falling down a dangerous , self - destructive path . in veronica’s eyes , jason is her prince johnny . important lyrics to note : prince johnny , you’re kind but you’re not simple , by now , i think i know the difference / saw you pray to all to make you a real boy / prince johnny , you’re kind , but do be careful / don’t mistake my affection for another spit - and - penny style redemption / i wanna mean more than i mean to you .

DIGITAL WITNESS . a cutting dialogue on the desperation for popularity ; in modern day , it’s a critique of social media and societal pressures , but in terms of veronica’s timeline , it doubles as a light on westerburg’s obsession with their queen bees . important lyrics to note : i want all of your mind / if i can’t show it , if you can’t see me , what’s the point of doing anything ? / this is no time for confessing / if you can’t see me , watch me jump right off the london bridge / get back to your stare , i care , but i don’t care / what’s the point of even sleeping ? so i stop sleeping / won’t somebody sell me back to me ?

REGRET . a self - explanatory song , in all reality ; you are afraid to move , and your anxiety keeps you away from opportunity - before you even realize you’ve wasted your potential , you’re doomed . veronica is trapped in a vicious cycle that won’t allow her to spread her wings ; fear begets fear , and life moves on without her . important lyrics to note : memories so bright i gotta squint just to recall / regret the words i’ve bitten more than the ones i ever said / i’m afraid of heaven because i can’t stand the heights / i’m afraid of you because i can’t be left behind / oh well , there’s a red moon rising / the door slammed and it felt like a cannonball .

ALBUM FIVE - MASSEDUCTION .

SUGARBOY . a mashup of a love song and an ode to vicious bisexuality ; a heart that is sharp and easy to slice yourself open on , but a reciprocal appreciation of the danger that comes with falling for someone . ronnie’s sugarboy is jason ; but she also learns to acknowledge that she wouldn’t have minded finding a sugargirl , either . important lyrics to note : sugarboy , i am weak , got a crush on tragedy / oh here i go - a tragedy , hanging off from the balcony / making a scene , oh here i am , your pain machine / sugargirl , dissolve in me , got a crush from kicked - in teeth / pledge all your allegiance to me / i am a lot like you , i am alone like you .

* LOS AGELESS . again - a mashup of a love song , and a loss of all autonomy . what have you lost ; a lover , or your sense of self ? veronica’s lost both , and she doesn’t know what else to do but fall into the ease of her prison position , following the orders of someone who claims to know better than she does . important lyrics to note : burn the pages of unwritten memoires , but i can keep running / but how can i leave ? i just follow the hood of my car / how can anybody have you and lose you and not lose their mind , too ? / i guess that’s just me , honey - i guess that’s how i’m built / i try to tell you i love you , but it comes out all sick / i try to write you a love song , but it comes out a lament .

SLOW DISCO . finding yourself in the crowd of a party , but not liking who you see - a contrast between the life you should be living , and the life you’re actually living . veronica falls to one side more than the other , and by trying to find herself in other people , she’s doing herself a grave disservice that leaves her feeling almost as if she’s a ghost . important lyrics to note : am i thinking what everybody else is thinking ? i’m so glad i came but i can’t wait to leave / slip my hand from your hand , leave you dancing with a ghost / there’s blood in my ears and a fool in the mirror / the bay of mistakes can’t get any clearer / don’t it beat a slow dance to death ?

* SMOKING SECTION . self - destruction . self harm . the call of the void . suicidal urges . it’s a song about trying to overcome these feelings by giving them a name , and remembering that they’re thoughts you can work through . veronica’s felt them her entire life . important lyrics to note : sometimes i sit in the smoking section , hoping one rogue spark will land in my direction / and when you stomp me out i’ll scream and i’ll shout “ let it happen , let it happen , let it happen ” / sometimes i stand with a pistol in hand / sometimes i stand on the edge of my roof , and i think i’ll jump just to punish you / and then i think , what could be better than love ? / it’s not the end , it’s not the end , it’s not the end , it’s not the end .

BONUS LEVEL - LOVE THIS GIANT .

* ICE AGE . written as a prequel of sorts to cheerleader off her album strange mercy , clarke has said it’s a get it together song of sorts . veronica’s in her own ice age ; she’s frozen over to protect herself , but in doing so , she’s deprived herself of the experience of living . important lyrics to note : oh , diamond , it’s such a shame to see you this way , your own little ice age / seams are showing , and you’re freaking me out / we don’t know how much we’ve lost until the winter thaws / it’s close to your bones , it’s far from your shell / feel it away , reason it out .

#❝ - 𝙄𝙏 '𝙎 𝘼 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙎𝘼𝘿 . / meta.#ok i just really love st vincent????#GOD i hope this stays under the cut when i post it since im dash only.....#P R A Y F O R M E #if not i will simply copy it into a doc and post a link #there was a POWERFUL LINE in a song that i just. couldn't justify keeping- but FUCK #in huey newton; the line 'fake knife / real ketchup' strikes me as a HUGE ronnie vibe #but like. the rest of the song is too disconnected to attach to her iuhrtkjgnd #and with THAT.... i fucking DISAPPEAR.....#and i made myself.... Anxious lol

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larstenobar · 4 years

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Okay so I mentioned it in the tags but I kinda wanna talk about my experiences with So/uth Pa/rk. I say this as a cis, gay, non-Jewish man. I also say this as someone who used to actually engage with the forums on the main site. I also say this as someone who played. both the two major video game RPGs. So I am speaking not from reaction to other people’s reactions but from my own personal knowledge. This post is incredibly long so it’s under a read more. In it I provide what I believe are the actual effects of South Park on its viewership but I need to stress that I think it’s the wrong energy to blame parents for letting their children watch the show.

Don’t blame the parents, blame the show.

That show is genuinely horrible. I’ve seen a lot of people questioning how anyone could let children watch it - and to that I say you’re not adding anything to the conversation by shaming parents for letting their children watch that show.

My own parents weren’t even out of their twenties when I watched the show, and many other parents grew up with the show as a non-issue. Young parents make mistakes.

At the time it came out and its early years only extremely vigilant parents realized how problematic the show was and the news was hard to spread without social media. At best you could inform your parent friends and hope they listened.

The show’s main characters are children, many parents found/find it hard to believe that a show with children as the main characters could be bad for those children. If the show were exactly the same but the children were college-aged then it would be another raunchy show they could easily see is not meant for their kids.

There’s a good portion of children who watched the show that weren’t actually allowed to watch it because their parents weren’t as tech savvy as them and therefore didn’t know about pirating/streaming until it was mainstream. We who grew up with YouTube knew you could put in [show] episode 1 part 1 and start watching. (this is gonna be another point later btw)

I know that it’s hard for you guys to even know all the reasons it’s problematic because you all barely scratch the surface of it’s problems. But before we even get into the meat of its problems (Science Denial, Homophobia, Transphobia, Ableism, Anti-Semitism, Islamophobia, etc.) we have to look at the very premise of the show.

The main characters begin in fourth grade. Fourth Grade. There’s a phenomena in our culture where we believe that children saying stupid stuff is harmless, and we forget that when children hear children speak - even animated children - they are hearing their peers. And peers learn from each other. This is why the show is so insidious, because it makes it easier for children to digest the messages.

Another thing that’s very important to note is that - while it’s labelled satire, every single joke is played straight, and the straight man character (usually either S or Ky) are ridiculed by the culture they’re surrounded in. Don’t believe me? Think I’m over-exaggerating? Think about the election episode, where they had to pick between a literal piece of shit or a douche. Our Straightmen were constantly saying how ridiculous the situation was, but everyone around them was telling them they were the ones who were stupid for not particpating in the election until they eventually break and submit to the absurdity. This is a light example, but it’s the typical formula. If they aren’t actively participating in the absurdity around them, they’re ridiculed until they break. What this tells the audience isn’t that the people who were particpating were stupid, but that they were right.

Now that we’ve looked at the show premise, let’s get into the details. A note: This is just what I remember from approximately age 5-18, the latter years I’d been turned off from it slowly so I wasn’t as engaged but it was not any better then. Since this is just what I can remember without looking through episodes or looking up articles, this is going to be a small sampling of things that stuck with me. Be assured, there was much, much, much more.

Science Denial and its effects on the viewers.

This is the lightest thing I can recall, and probably going to be the smallest section as it’s mostly centered around their stand-in for global warming, a cryptid figure called M/an/Be/ar/P/ig. Al G/ore was painted as a desperate, raving lunatic for believing in the phenomena, and was even implied to be making it up by having him dress up as the cryptid. I don’t have to explain why this is wrong, but we need to look at the effect this had.

On the one hand it made fans think that Global Warming (as it’s something A.G. believed in) was a hoax. Furthermore, it made them believe that anyone who believed in it was telling lies, which was overwhelmingly the most progressive people. A direct effect of these jokes (which they apologized for but never stopped propagating btw, MBP was still a joke when I stopped watching) was that progressives were seen as over-dramatic and stupid.

Now, I am not saying people watched these shows and immediately thought “oh wow, how fucking stupid of A.G. I don’t believe in climate change anymore.” It’s more like this: “Oh haha, S thinks A.G. is annoying, I like S so I agree, A.G. is annoying. You know, A.G. is kinda annoying with all that global warming, maybe there’s something to him being over-dramatic? Gosh why can’t these progressives see that it’s not that big of a deal. If they trust A.G. then they MUST be blowing other things out of proportion.” That’s the thought processes it trains its viewers to have.

LGBT+ Characters

Okay so there’s actually a lot of things that go into the Homophobia of S/P. And it goes back to the very beginning of the show, and is both explicit and implicit. There is a huge problem with these, but the main problem isn’t so much that they exist, but the show’s attitude towards their own ‘jokes’ and the ways in which fans suck up that thought process.

Before I get into this, there were some things that I need to say in favor of the show - not because I think the show deserve praise, but because there were some things that I latched onto and showed a surprising nuance. There’s like one thing, really but it is, of course, attached to something that’s a much larger issue within the show, so while it is a small glimmer, it’s in no way outshining any of the problems in the show.

For a while, the teacher underwent gender reassignment when he (the teacher currently identifies as male from my last interaction with the show) got breast implants and presumably bottom surgery (I vaguely remember a surgery but honestly that could be an invention) he was in a gay relationship. His then boyfriend had a very heartfelt and difficult conversation about how he still cared about him and how he’ll never hate him for being the woman that he wanted to be, but there was no way that he could pursue a relationship with him. I thought that this was a very mature depiction of a very difficult situation that is never really talked about. However, as I implied earlier, this is attached to a larger issue. Before any of you start having second thoughts about your ideas about S/P’s portrayal of gay and trans people, immediately after getting broken up with the teacher became violently homophobic as a backlash, I vaguely recall a group being formed.

Our main examples of LGBT individuals in the show are these big four (five?):

The afforementioned teacher

The teacher’s boyfriend, who wears leather gear at school and can’t stop talking kink even in front of the child characters

A character called B/ig G/ay A/l who is just as stereotypical as his name implies.

T/weak and C/raig, who are classmates of the focal characters. There’s a lot of reasons this is problematic, none of them being the age of those involved in the relationship - but the portrayal of them is hugely problematic.

Since I’ve already touched on the teacher, we’ll get into them first. When he was introduced, he was a sort of ambiguously gay character who was very bitchy and spoke with a slight lisp that eventually became a canon gay character with his relationship with the Kink Character. He was violently hateful towards his class, verbally abusing them all the time and often particpating in bullying children. Furthermore he’s seen as incompetent. This is problematic not because he’s a gay man doing this (though it’s not great either) but because this taught children that teachers don’t care about them and that they shouldn’t listen to them because they don’t know what they’re talking about anyways. This goes into their anti-intellectual stance mentioned earlier. It enforces the idea that education systems are useless, not because of the institutional problems they have with racism, but because of the incompetence of the system.

Going back to the point of this, still with the same character, let’s further explore the problems they had when the teacher had an arc as a trans woman. Honestly, I didn’t pay much attention to it, but the show made a point to let you know that the other characters were uncomfortable when Mr. G became Ms. G. The most damning thing about this, however, is the fact that Mr. G detransitioned bc he realized he wasn’t a straight woman, just a gay man. I think this is problematic because it frames transitioning as a sexual strategy. I don’t think I have to go into detail on why that’s problematic. And while this isn’t actually a tie into how horrible their handling of this character is, it should be noted that he’s the character that went on to be their T/rump stand-in.

The next character is the Kink Man.

God, the character’s personality isn’t actually all that bad. He’s loving and caring and empathetic and actually usually on the right side of topics, but. He doesn’t separate his kink from his personal life. He’s always strutting around in leather-daddy gear and has a lisp. His name is literally Mr. S/lave. There was an episode where he shoved a hamster in his ass. To viewers, he represents the dirty gays that keep shoving their sex-life down their throats - and this view is never, ever, ever subverted, so since the show never makes fun of people for having that view it reinforces that idea in their minds.

Honestly the least problematic character of the LGBT characters that I mentioned was BGA. He’s still a stereotype, yeah, he has a gay dog and is super flamboyant and constantly talks about how proud he is but honestly that’s not really all that bad. I can’t directly recall anything bad about him except that he’s incredibly flamboyant, speaks with a lisp, and loves to call things he owns “BGA’s Big Gay [noun].” Relatable. That doesn’t mean there was nothing problematic, it just doesn’t immediately come to me.

Now, for the next most problematic “representation” in the show. First, T&C showed no signs of actually being gay before. I do recall them both being my favorite characters before they became a couple, however. T is a coffee addict which has some suspect aspects we’ll get into later, and C used to flip everyone off. This was why they were my favorites. They became gay literally when fangirls started shipping them in the show. I’m sure there was an actual fandom movement, but their getting together was incredibly forced - that was part of the joke btw, that gay shipping is always forced. What’s horrible about this is that this was in an episode about ya/oi.

Now, let’s try to dissect this issue. First off, what this tells viewers is that being gay was not a natural part of who they were, but was an active choice (if you’re being kind) or something society forced on them (if you’re not.) The two were actively fighting with the narrative that they were gay and in a relationship. I think their actual agreement for being boyfriends was more of a mutual public display than an actual relationship, but it’s a fuzzy memory because that whole episode felt like a fever dream.

What’s worse about this, is that the show actually displayed ya/oi depictions of these children within the show. Nothing NSFW, but clearly sexually charged situations were definitely shown. At the time, they were 5th graders. 9/10 year olds for those not in the states. This emboldened actual CT shippers “If the show could do it, then so can I” was the general mentality on the forums I was on. So we can talk on pedophilia to reasons why this show is awful.

And those are just the named recurring characters. Another commonly recurring character is a prostitute with a deep voice who is very sloppy looking that, from my recollection, is implied to be a transwoman. This might have just been a conclusion I drew when I was young however - but even that is reason to be critical of the character, that such a conclusion could even be drawn means it might have played a factor in the character’s inception.

They also “Solved Overpopulation” with a gay orgy. I don’t have the language to define why this sat so wrong with me, but I remember being very deeply hurt by it. I think it has something to do with the idea that homosexuality is a choice and that it should only be accepted because of the potential benefits it has for population control.

Islamophobia and Racism

Okay so I’m just gonna come out the gate by saying that they fought hard to depict the prophet Mohammad. Like, hard. And they did it twice - one time went almost unnoticed but the second had a huge backlash from the Islamic people. For those who aren’t aware, it’s sacrilege to depict Mohammad. It’s like desecrating a church, maybe worse - I really have no frame of reference for how bad it’s viewed, but however bad it is, it still boils down to being a strict taboo that S/P broke not once, but twice.

Now, as I keep reminding, my memory gets hazy for many things, especially things I wasn’t aware of being insensitive early on. I have vague memories of terrorists being depicted in traditional Sikh garb, and similar instances of directly relating Islam with terrorism. I don’t recall the show ever making fun of anyone for relating Muslims with terrorism, for all those fans out there saying they make fun of everyone.

There was an episode where the characters wore blackface. There’s a black character literally named t/oken b/lack. Sure, that could be satire and maybe even be defended if they subverted the trope, however it should be noted he’s not the only black character in the show! There was an episode where there was a child adopted from Africa whose name escapes me - he was emaciated and devoured food at an alarming rate and generally was a nuisance if I remember correctly.

There was an instance where one of the main character’s father was on Wheel of Fortune. The category was people who annoy you. the letters on the board were ‘N_ggers.’ You know where this is going, the father said the N-word. The word was really naggers, but the rest of the episode was a sympathetic journey with him dealing with being ostracized. He became known as an ‘n-word guy’ which was treated as a worse term within the universe. I say this because a law was passed where the phrase was outlawed and they said you had to have a space of at least 5 words between ‘n-word’ and ‘guy’. Also, the n-word was said multiple times by a number of white characters. Now, I know the argument people make about this episode. They say that we were supposed to find the scanario ridiculous, but the issue I take with it is more that we’re led to feel sympathetic to racists who’ve had their lives ruined for being racist. That’s the issue with South Park’s brand of ‘satire’. It satirizes one issue, but doesn’t touch on the problematic things used to support that satire.

Almost every single Mexican character is a stereotype of some sort. Either a laborer who can barely speak English, a gangbanger, or some other stereotype. There was an episode where they had C’s hand become a famous Latina popstar by singing about Mexican Food themed songs, like the actual songs ‘T/aco F/lavored K/isses’ and ‘T/aco B/urrito’. The hand’s name was Jennifer Lopez, I don’t know of these songs are direct parodies bc I’ve only heard Jenny From the Block.

And while S/P tends to stay away from very direct anti-black jokes, they don’t shy away from other races. There’s an asian character whose business is called ‘c/ity wok’, but he always pronounces it ‘shitty’ because the joke here is ‘oh haha asians have funny accents’ and literally nothing else. I honestly believe that asians receive the WORST treatment on S/P when it comes to facing racism, but I’m not qualified to make that claim. Other examples of anti-asian racism: There was an pokemon episode where they said that Japan was using anime to indoctrinate youth, they literally had the kids operate fighter jets to make an attack on the U.S. What’s worse about this, is that whenever the Japanese execs were questioned about this, every time, they dropped their pants to show how small their penises were and how they should be pitied for it. Another instance, I very strongly remember a depiction of asian characters as being lemon yellow with eyes like this: \ /. There was an episode where they had Asians violently murder whales with glee. They lean into anti-asian racism so much harder than any other form of racism - the only thing they’re worse about is their antisemitism, which will get its own section later.

Antisemitism

God there’s so much. Jew Gold, nazi imagery, the entirety of c/a/r/t/m/a/n as a character and there are so many posts on this website by people much more qualified than me to delve into what exactly is wrong with this and the depictions of it, so I’m mostly just going to catalog what comes to mind and then speak about the actual factual instances of S/P inspired antisemitism I’ve witnessed and been party to.

There was an episode devoted to Jewish people having a secret bit of gold around their necks. This was proven true in the universe when Ky gave up his ‘J*w Gold’ to C.

Ky’s mom is such an overbearing harpy who bulldozes over everyone, this was later explained as her having Jersey-Blood (yes this was a Jersey Shore joke) but before that it was completely because she was a proud Jewish woman.

Ky’s father is depicted as weak-willed and piddling. He always wears a yarmulke no matter the situation.

Ky is often depicted as being whiny and non-commital

OF ALL THE CHARACTERS, KY IS THE ONE WHO IS DEPICTED AS A HYPOCRITE THE MOST

Ky’s cousin with the same name is depicted as in poor health, complains about everything, whines about things not being fair bc they don’t go his way, and has caricatured Jewish features

As mentioned above, there are hosts of Nazi imagery associated with C

C has said every Jewish slur I have ever heard. In fact he introduced me to the concept of antisemitism

Ky, in a Christmas episode, is depicted as wishing he could celebrate Christmas and Hanukkah is depicted as a sort of consolation prize that’s Not As Good.

Ky’s father was an internet troll, and the trolls were. literal trolls. with certain features that are not great.

The following image is the Prophet Moses:

And there’s more and more and more. I will not accept anyone saying that this is just jokes because I know firsthand how insidious their treatment of Jewish people is because this show literally made me think it was okay to engage in Antisemitism. I made greedy jokes, like saying a got J**ed when i was screwed over, or that someone who was being greedy was being a J*w. I am not proud of this, and I think I grew out of it relatively quickly as I dropped that language in middle school.

But not everyone did. Even some of my closest friends were still saying they got J**ed when we were graduating high school. There were no Jewish people at my school, so there was no humanizing face for the Jewish people for us. Thank god for the Nanny or who knows what kind of person I’d be now. There were people even worse than me, I should mention. There was one person in my school who literally used J*w as a stand-in for loser because of this show. This show was the only interaction with the Jewish faith that most of my classmates ever had, and the same is true of many rural towns in America who have only Protestant populations.

Fatphobia

All the most unlikeable characters are fat. C. Ky’s mom. The gun-toting republican. And there are other specific episodes where they equate fatness to not being healthy. In their episode partnered with WoW (don’t forget that happened, y’all) the main antagonist was depicted as a no-life having loser and he was, surprise, fat. This show draws a very direct line between being fat and being unlikeable.

Sexism

God, the portrayal of women is so horrible, literally my only entry here is going to be one single link:

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Note all the other isms depicted in this btw.

Substance Abuse

The prostitute mentioned in the LGBT section would wander into scenes screaming about how she wanted crack. There was an episode where they created a league of basketball players who were comprised entirely of ‘crack babies.’ I’m being generous by not putting that in the racism section because most of the babies were BIPOC which says something about the kind of people that M/att and T/rey think are addicts.

The character T/owelie is supposed to show an addict, but his addiction is literally just weed which means they’re claiming weed is addictive.

I can’t even begin to describe the show’s relationship to alcohol. As a child of an alcoholic, I can say that it’s not fucking cute that they made S’s dad a violent drunk. It’s genuinely scary to see your parent fly into a rage because of their alcoholism and them reducing it to a joke was, I think, one of the points where the ‘it’s just a joke’ mentality started to break for me personally.

While we’re on the subject of parents, C’s mom was literally a crack addict who was also a full service sex worker. The correlation is not sympathetic in the slightest. And even worse was Ke’s parents. They were depicted as abusive, neglectful, drug-addicted rednecks. This was sometimes played to make you sympathize with Ke, and it worked because even now I can hardly think of how Ke himself was problematic rather than the situations he was in. (He’s the one who gets gruesomely murdered every episode) I don’t know if this is because of selective memory, if he was genuinely just the least problematic in the show, or if I’m waxing nostalgic for the show. Regardless, as I said, his situation was mostly played for sympathy. However, it was also played for jokes almost as often.

Pedophilia

The children are put in sexual situations a nonzero amount of times, they make priest molestation jokes, and they made jokes about MJ.

Slurs

Yeah they said them a lot. There was the aforementioned N-Word Guy episode, but there was also an episode that thinly mirrored immigrants coming to America for work and the people (time-travelers) were called ‘Goobacks’. I think the word ch*nk was used a nonzero amount of times, C used every slur for Jewish people in the book. None of these were censored by the show, any censoring was done by networks.

Why make this post?

Because I know people know this show is garbage, but I think it’s important that people know why it’s garbage with specific and nonspecific instances of why the show was problematic.

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theprodigypenguin · 4 years

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I’m gonna get sappy here for a bit, so feel free to pass this post.

All day today my coworkers were talking about Valentine’s Day and their significant others, one of them talked about how she set up cute goodies for her husband and kids, another talked about making dinner and getting her boyfriend of 4 years a valentine’s gift after work, and the third one talked about spending a cute dinner with her boyfriend. That was all super fine, it was cute, they were all so excited that I got excited listening to them. They looked so happy that I was only happy for them, but then one of my coworkers looks at me and goes “so do you have a love interest in town, someone you like?”

For background, yeah, I do. There’s a guy who works in the same building that I like. We don’t exactly work together, because we work in two separate businesses that just happen to be located in the same place (they’re like a grocery store and we’re a deli/bakery that sells stuff in the front of the store). So he’s like a work crush, but I’ve liked him for MONTHS. I even bought him something for Christmas, and was bold enough to give it to him in person instead of shoving it in his cubby and running away like I wanted to.

Clearly he appreciated it because the next day he gave me a Christmas gift too (one of two gifts I got aside from a Christmas care package I got from Weasel). It was an adorable little notebook that he bound BY HAND, the cover is real leather, and he made it THAT NIGHT. Like? Why is he so sweet? And I really like him, and sometimes I get the feeling he may like me back, but there’s so much wrong with me, emotionally and mentally, that I don’t know if I can properly understand other people’s opinions or feelings towards me.

People liking me is just... absurd to me, because it doesn’t make sense, because no one has ever liked me before, because clearly there’s something wrong with me, so what makes me at twenty-two so different from me at any other age? My romantic relationships in the past have been far and few between. I’ve had exactly one person I called my boyfriend, and I fucked that up because of how intense and fucked up my self image and insecurity was (I broke it off with him because my family made me feel insecure about the relationship). I regret it every day, because breaking up with him started a domino effect in his life, and I don’t want to explain that part further cuz it still stings. The other “relationships” I had were just as messed up, and I thought it would be less painful when I had a crush on a girl, but nah, that was even worse. I confessed to her and she went and started dating my friend ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ There’s more to unpack between my crushes/relationships from the past, but I don’t think Tumblr needs to know the rest of that.

Anyway, this isn’t about all that. Romantic love is all well and good, and I like to think I’m at a place in my life where I’d be ready for something romantic, but for me platonic love comes first, and is the most important thing to me. My family has warped my and my romance has damaged me, but my friends, for the most part, have healed me and helped me grow more than anything else. I’ve gotten through my darkest moments completely alone, because my irl friends just... didn’t care, but the older I get, the more I’m learning I don’t have to do that, because even if my “friends” irl don’t give a damn about me, I like to imagine I’m starting to accept that the friends I’ve made online, notably Tumblr, do genuinely care.

Internet friends are so much more treasurable than people give them credit for, and I know in this day and age it’s hard to know if you’re getting catfished or not, but these people especially I trust with my entire life. So for this Valentine’s Day I would like to send invisible Valentine’s Day love to three Tumblr friends I’ve made over the past year or two I’ve been on this site that I appreciate more than words can describe.

@cremmisius | @weasleywood True friendship is born from a meme, which is how I found this amazing sir. Intrigued because my lack of being able to read like a normal person made me think his URL said Weasel instead of Weasley, because I’m an idiot. A meme and a fun name had us starting to talk, and now I consider him to be one of my closest online friends QwQ I just wish we lived a little closer, I swear if I loved closer to you or you lived closer to me I’d be dragging you to watch The Cursed Child with me so we could cry over it together. For now we must deal with several states separating us, but I’m going to be sending you more care packages and goodies as soon as I can. Thank you for being such an amazing friend to me, and for letting me slide into your DMs with so many depressing and angsty James headcanons because I’m a lunatic. Thank you for having such amazing OCs and for just existing in general, because my man you give me strength (and really good advice considering who I’m crushing on so thank you for helping me pick out his christmas present).

@scarshavestories I think it’s been literally a year? Since we started talking? I’ll be honest, I reached out originally for a beta reader, which I’d never had before cuz I was too much of a wuss and couldn’t handle edits. A beta would say “you spelled yes with two E’s” and I’d cry cuz I’m a baby, but I think I’m better now, probably. At first you were super intimidating, idk why, beta readers are just spooky scary to me, editors have inhuman powers, and I thought I was constantly annoying you when I messaged you because i’m just like that, but you are literally so patient and kind and sweet and I did not expect that but I appreciate you so much for putting up with me (and I know you’re gonna smack me with a newspaper or something cuz I say “put up with me” a lot and you nag me about it but you know what that’s okay that’s what friends do). Anyway! I’ve grown to really consider you a friend, and I feel so beyond lucky, because wow I do not deserve you, you’re too nice and wonderful I can’t even believe it, and I want to send you goodies in a care package too but I don’t wanna send you stuff you can’t use cuz I know you don’t like having stuff with no purpose BUT I’LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT! And one day if I ever visit the UK I hope I can meet you QwQ you are very far away, literally the other side of the world from me, am sad but still love you.

@bettercallmemalfoy I think you’re one of the first people I started talking to on Tumblr, found you through Scorbus and I think that’s very appropriate tbh. You’re not much younger than me but I consider you my smol sis and I adore you, and for the record your accent is SO CUTE I just wanted to add that. I haven’t sent out your care package yet cuz of personal stuff but it’s bad cuz I keep finding stuff I want to add to it and if I keep adding stuff it’s gonna be really heavy and then the shipping will literally kill me, but I just want to note when you get your box you are going to be so happy and I can’t wait for you to get it cuz it’s packed with all the love in the world cuz I want to spoil you cuz you deserve it. I know right now you’re probably watching TCC and I’m SO HAPPY FOR YOU cuz you deserve it so much, being able to watch the play for real, you deserve it more than most tbh (everyone deserves to see it at least once but that’s not the point). I just wanted to add you to this post and send you Valentine’s Day love so you know that someone out there adores you. Even if it’s just me, at least it’s something QwQ thank you for being my friend, and again I’m sad you’re so so far away, separated by lots of that stupid water, but we’ve been friendos for this long so maybe we can remain friendos until we can maybe meet one day.

Even if I haven’t contacted you in weeks, I think about you guys every day, when I think of true friends I think of you three, and I talk about you guys at work and to my family and talk you up and say I have pen pals/internet friends and they’re the best and I love them cuz I love you guys so much and you deserve to know. So thank you for being my friends, thank you for putting a little more light and love into my life and making me happy to have a Tumblr.

Remember to take care of yourselves, take your meds, get enough sleep, enjoy baking that cake, don’t cry too hard at TCC but if you do make sure you cry in front of James Howard (I think he’s the actor who plays Draco in the London production, right?) that way you can sneak your way into maybe getting a hug >:3

And know I love you lots and wish all the good in the world to befall you <3 <3 <3 Happy Valentine’s Day to you and to all of my followers who have decided to put up with all my mess, I love you all!

#friends #appreciation #fandom #the cursed child fandom #tcc fandom #squad #valentine's day #appreciation post #for my friendos #no one has to read this post btw\#it's just me gushing about my friends

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thatpizzaoverthere · 5 years

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A Motorbike, a Sprained Ankle and an Angel in a White Coat

Hi there! This is a Blackinnon modern AU that absolutely no one asked for. I am in the middle of writing another modern Au (the wedding planner one). So why did I write this one? Because I’m an idiot who likes to push boundaries. (read: lazy) I also sprained my ankle, have my leg in a plaster, am filled with painkillers, so do excuse my shitty writing (although I’m not sure if it is the painkillers, or just my inability to write.) Anyway, the story is down below.

A Motorbike, a Sprained Ankle and an Angel in a White Coat

a.k.a “Shirley, a Chipped Bone and, you know, a Doctor”

So, Sirius bought a motorbike. Does he know how to ride one? No. Does him owning a motorbike piss off his parents? Hell yes, and that was honestly the main reason he got one. He also knew chicks dig motorbikes, so what else was he supposed to do? And that is how one day, he convinced his best mate James to go with him to the shop to get a brand-new motorbike. (And the day before he tagged along with Lily and Alice to the mall to get a leather jacket and aviator sunglasses, because he was Sirius Black, and he doesn’t do things half-heartedly)

Anyway, a few contracts later, and with a few pounds less, Sirius Black walked out of the bike shop with the new love of his life, a motorbike he named Shirley. He offered to give James a ride home, but James laughed him off and said he would rather wait an hour for the Tube than get on that death machine. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the bike, but this was Sirius, and he wasn’t exactly the most careful driver. On top of that, as Sirius had explained, motorbikes were supposed to be driven recklessly.

(Remus’ vein nearly popped out of his head when Sirius explained his theory).

Months have passed, and despite the bet going around when Sirius is going to injure himself (with Lily’s 3 days being the shortest time, to James having the most faith in him and giving him 3 months), Sirius and Shirley were inseparable, and most importantly, not one nor the other received a scratch or worse.

That is, until James birthday.

It was supposed to be a small affair, with just Peter, Alice and Frank, Remus and his new girlfriend Dorcas, and James and Lily in their new flat. Sirius was of course, late (fashionably, as he called it). But it really wasn’t his fault. He cursed at the audacity of the rain to be falling just as he was supposed to drive to the flat. He hated wearing a helmet, arguing that it ruined his hair and bad boy persona.

(For that comment alone, Remus already ordered a wreath to put on Sirius’ grave.)

But the rain wouldn’t stop, so Sirius begrudgingly put a helmet on and rode to James’ flat. On his way, some lunatic nearly ran into him, and he nearly ran over some bloke who darted in front of him. He arrived pissed at the rain and the idiots in traffic, until he got off his motorbike and realized he forgot James’ present. On top of it all, he took of his helmet and his hair was a mess. Frustrated, he let out a groan and kicked his bike. It was a split second after the kick that he realized he forgot to put his bike on her stand, and so Shirley got her revenge by falling directly on her owner. Sirius didn’t know whether to cry or curse at the universe. His right leg and arm were under the bike, and try as he might, he couldn’t get the bike off him. Using his left hand, he dug out his phone from his jacket pocket and rang James.

“Mate, did you already forget where we live? You were here literally yesterday”

“Piss off Prongs”

“Ow Padfoot. Is this the way to talk to your best friend, and on his birthday no less?”

“James, I do not have time for your drama”

“Look who’s talking”

“I am so not in the mood Potter, so could you just come down?”

“Sirius, what happened?”

“What happened? Oh, I’ll tell you what happened. I was getting ready to drive here, when this stupid rain started pouring, so I had to put on a helmet, and as I was on my way here, suddenly everyone decided to disregard traffic rules. To top it off, I forgot your present, so I kicked Shirley, and here I am now, paying for being mean to her, being squashed under her”

“You forgot my present?”

“Is that really all you heard from what I just said, and not the part of me being squashed under 400 lb of metal and plastic?”

“I heard you, dickhead, we’re coming down”Sirius sighed and waited. Shortly after he saw the building’s door being opened and heard his mates laughing when they saw him. He gave them his most murderous look and hissed “Get me out of here”.

“No problem mate, just let me take one quick photo” said James, snapping potential blackmail material, before lifting the bike with Frank.

“If this ends on any social media, I will murder you” threatened Sirius as Remus hoisted him up. James laughed at him, putting Shirley on her stand. Just as Sirius made a step towards the flat, a jolt of pain spread from his ankle and he found himself on the floor once more. He looked at his right foot and saw his ankle doubled in size.

“Why do all my birthdays end with one of us ending up in the ER?” asked James when he saw Sirius’ foot.

“Because you’re all idiots who don’t know boundaries” replied Lily, fiddling with her car keys.

“Uncalled for Evans. Besides, there’s no need for me to go to th-” was all he was able to utter before Peter prodded his ankle and another jolt of pain spread. .

“Don’t know mate, looks pretty bad to me” said the pudgy man.

Remus lifted Sirius once more, and with Peter’s help, got him into Lily’s car.

“Sorry we had to cut the party so short, but mum would kill me if she heard I didn’t take this wanker to the hospital” said James, entering the car “Feel free to join us. There’s a pub across the hospital, called The Three Broomsticks, and we’ll join you after we sort him out”

“Ok, see you there” “Sure” relied Dorcas, Remus, Peter, Alice and Frank before pilin into Peter’s van, and driving towards the hospital after Lily’s car.

The drive to the hospital was relatively short, and soon Sirius found himself seated in an uncomfortable orange chair with James beside him, while Lily left to give his details to the nurse. He looked at the clock and saw it was 11:27. Sirius didn’t like hospitals. Although, who did. They were too clean for Sirius’ liking. James had beaten one level on Gardenscapes on his phone when Lily returned. “The doctor is currently in the OR, and when they get back, they’ll take a look at you” she said, sitting next to James. And so, they waited.

Half an hour later, a nurse approached them. “Mr Black? The doctor will see you now. Take him to exam room 1”. James supported him as he hopped on one foot to the room and helped him sit on the exam bed. “Well mate, see you when you’re done” said James and exited the room, leaving Sirius to wait some more alone.

He heard the doctor before he saw her. “Apologies for waiting Mr Black, but there was an urgent appendectomy, but I’m all yours now” she said, removing her surgical mask and giving him a small smile. Sirius sucked in a small breath. Fuck. She had a beautiful smile, showing a hint of pearly white teeth, before she turned her back on him. He could see strands of blonde hair escaping her scrub cap. “So, Mr Black” she said while opening his file on her computer “what brings you here today?”

Here’s another thing: Sirius Black knows his way around women. His good looks partnered with his natural charisma worked like magnets, and he prided himself on his ability to woo women.. He was especially proud of knowing exactly what to say to them. So imagine his distress when he found himself at loss for words in front of his doctor. And it wasn’t like he actually wanted or needed to woo her; she was trying to give him proper medical care. “Mr Black?” she asked after a few seconds of Sirius just staring blankly at her.

“Right, yes. Sorry. Bit dazed. Erm…” What the fuck was he supposed to say to her? Well doc, my bike fell on me because I’m a massive idiot just didn’t sound right. But what good was lying to a doctor? “I own a motorbike” was all he was able to mutter, mentally facepalming himself for his stupidity. “So, were you involved in an accident?” she questioned further. He was a proper git. Good thing James wasn’t here, or else he’d never hear the end of it. “No, there was no accident” he said after some time, but couldn’t for the love of God elaborate further. The doctor frowned and fetched a small flashlight from her desk. “I’m going to check if you had perhaps suffered a concussion” she explained, pointing the flashlight in his right eye “Have you experienced any head trauma, like hitting yourself on the head or being hit by something?”

He blinked at the surge of light, and averted his gaze “No doctor, I just… I did fall, but I haven’t hit my head. The only thing that hurts is my ankle” And my pride. The doctor crouched and surveyed the ankle. “I’m going to touch you around this area, and I need you to tell me where it hurts and how much” she said, and started investigating the swollen area. Seconds passed in the exam room, as the doctor pressed on various areas around his ankle and Sirius letting out ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ when she would reach particularly sensitive spots. After a while, she returned to her computer typing away her diagnosis and explaining it to Sirius “Personally, I believe you only sprained your ankle, but just to make sure, I would like to do an X-ray”

“Yes, doctor” replied Sirius. “I’ll tell the nurses to bring in a wheelchair, so you don’t have to hop all the way to the radiology room” she said, signalling to the nurse, who wheeled him out of the exam room. Sirius saw James braiding Lily’s hair, still seated on those awful orange chairs. “Hey Sirius, what did the doctor say?” asked Lily. “They have to do an X-ray scan, and then we’ll see.”

The X-ray was done in less than 5 minutes, and Sirius found himself in the exam room once again, mentally preparing himself not to make a fool of himself in front of the doctor. She walked in again, but this time she switched her green scrubs for a classic doctor’s white coat. “Just one question Mr Black: do you do sports?” she asked him, turning her face from her computer towards him. Her eyes were blue “Well, sometimes I play football with my mates. Occasionally do a bit of running here and there” answered Sirius, as the doctor turned her face back to the computer and typed something in. “Here’s the thing Mr Black” she began, turning her monitor towards Sirius. He could see an X-ray scan of his ankle. “As I assumed, you sprained your ankle. But there is this little thing over here” she said, pointing to a spot on the scan “This over here is a bone piece that shouldn’t be here. I suspect it must’ve broken from your talus bone, which can sometimes chip, in occasions such as running on uneven terrain”

“Wouldn’t I have realized I have a broken bone? I felt no pain before today” said Sirius, which prompted a laugh from the doctor. “Yes, well, sometimes when such small pieces chip, they don’t really cause much harm, and tend to mend again with the bone on their own. This one probably would’ve done the same, but it appears that your accident today sprained your ankle, moved the chipped bone and caused a bit more pain than a usual sprain.” she explained, and turned the monitor back to herself. “So, here is what we’re going to do. We’ll put your ankle in a plaster for about 3 weeks, and then you’ll come in for a check-up and a scan, and then we’ll determine whether you’ll need a plaster again or not.”

“Yes doctor, thank you”

“Now, I’ll wheel you to the plaster room, they’ll put it on and you’re good to go”

She led him through the other doors, into another hallway rather than the waiting room where Lily and James were. She knocked on the doors to the plaster room, and a burly nurse opened. “Hey Jack, I’m gonna need a plaster on his right ankle, up to the knee, without the heel”

“Sure thing doc, we’ll be done in a sec” said the nurse and grabbed the bandages. The doctor helped Sirius from the wheelchair and sat him on the bed. She grabbed his ankle and positioned it under right angle. Sirius suppressed a yelp as she offered a sympathetic smile “I’m sorry Mr Black, I know it hurts, but it has to be this way, so it heals properly” “Yeah yeah, I understand, but one thing. Please don’t call me Mr Black, it makes me feel way too old. My name is Sirius” This elicited a laugh from her, and Sirius couldn’t help but smile along, forgetting the pain for a second. “Understood, Sirius” The nurse returned and put Sirius’ leg in plaster, under the doctor’s watchful eye. When he finished, he helped Sirius to his wheelchair. “Thanks Mark, see you later” said the doctor, wheeling Sirius out and through a hallway.

“You’ll pick up your papers from the nurse who you spoke to when you came in. Bring those papers to your check-up, and in the meantime, don’t use your foot at all. You are to rest, understood?” she applied a stern voice, but Sirius could see she was smiling. “Yes ma’am” he replied, intentionally not using her title to tease her. She stopped and stood in front him. She narrowed her eyes at him, realizing he was messing with her. “It’s doctor, not ma’am. I didn’t go to med school for 6 years to be called ma’am” “Understood, doctor” he answered, giving her a dose of puppy eyes. She rolled her eyes at him and continued to drive him. “Just teasing you, they say joking helps to alleviate the pain”

“True, but how wise is it to tease a doctor: a person that knows how to kill and make it look like an accident?

”Sirius looked at her incredulously, and she laughed at him “What? Joking alleviates the pain”

“Touché doctor. Well, I guess that postpones Shirley’s and my road trip”

“I’m sure your girlfriend will understand, Sirius”

“Oh, Shirley’s not my girlfriend. She’s my motorbike”

“You named your motorbike?”

“What did we say about teasing doctor?”

“Not teasing, just curious. Besides, what would you do if I were teasing you? Hop after me until I apologize?”

Sirius looked at her, dramatically clutching his chest, feigning being insulted. He called after a nurse who was passing them by “Excuse me, nurse? Yeah, I would like a new doctor. This one is hurting my feelings” he explained. The nurse looked from him up to the doctor, who waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t mind him Keisha, he had a concussion when he fell from his motorbike and is talking nonsense” said the doctor and wheeled him away from the nurse.

“Oy, I didn’t fell from a motorbike”

“Yeah, but now she thinks you did.”

“You are a cruel woman, doctor”

“Well, it’s what you get for calling me ma’am”

Sirius laughed just as they rounded the corner and found themselves in the waiting room where Lily and James were still waiting. They rose towards him and the doctor, James snapping a photo of him in wheelchairs. “Mate, stop it, or I swear they’ll be putting your hand in a plaster next” “Sure thing Padfoot, but you’ll have to catch me first, and I don’t really think you’re in the position to do that” replied James, and Lily swatted him on his arm “James, don’t be a dick, can’t you see your friend is suffering?” “Yes James, can’t you see I’m suffering?” said Sirius smugly, but Lily cut him off to continue “Suffering from embarrassment for having a motorbike fall on him because he kicked it” she finished, high-fiving James for the joke. Sirius just looked at them annoyed “I liked both of you better when you weren’t dating” “You didn’t tell me a motorbike fell on you” said the doctor, trying to stifle a laughter.

“Yeah yeah, go ahead, laugh at the idiot who got crushed by a motorbike, it’s not like I got hurt or anything”

“Yeah, but did you die?” asked the doctor, and they all outward laughed at Sirius.

“Wow doctor, I really thought we had a moment there”

“Oh Sirius, you think you have a moment with every gorgeous woman you talk to” Lily teased him

“Yeah, and why do you keep calling her doctor?” asked James.

Sirius just looked at them as if they were mad.

“Yeah, I wondered that too. At first, I thought he was being polite, then I wondered if he actually had a concussion, but when he started being his usual teasing self, I realized he has no clue who I am” said the doctor. Maybe I’m the one going mad thought Sirius. He would’ve remembered knowing someone as beautiful as her. And funny.

“Wait, we know each other?” asked Sirius

“Well, we did go to school together” replied the doctor.

Seeing that Sirius was not getting it, James decided to help him “Right mate, I’ll give you 2 hints: football and Scottish”

“And I think the lightbulb went off” said Lily, seeing the look on Sirius’ face as realization hit him.

“Oh my God, McKinnon?” asked Sirius, and the doctor laughed.

“There he goes!” exclaimed James, and clapped for him. Lily too.

“Technically, it’s doctor McKinnon. But you know, Marlene will do”

“I swear, I had no idea. I haven’t seen you in years. Where’s your accent?”

“Ugh, don’t ask. When we started going round hospitals in med school, no one understood anything I said. I even took classes to help me lose the accent”

“Sorry to interrupt your flirting, but all this with his ankle: is he ready to go?” asked James, and Marlene repeated her instructions about not moving and the check-up in 3 weeks. Lily went out to bring the car closer to the doors, and James excused himself to go the loo, which left Sirius and Marlene to wait for them.

“Where did you go after Oxford?”

“I went to Australia to do my training and residency. I was there for 2 years, but I missed home, so I came back. Been here for 2 months now.”

“And didn’t think of contacting your old friends?”

“Still doing paperwork. And I’m a doctor with ridiculous shifts. Besides, why would I contact people who forgot about me?”

“I’m really sorry Marlene”

“Don’t beat yourself over it. And I mean really don’t, you don’t need more body pieces in plaster”

“Right, I see your humour hasn’t changed”

“Hey, why fix something that’s not broken?”

“I don’t think everyone would agree”

She playfully hit him on the arm and then looked at her watch.

“Well, this is where we part. Thank you for helping me end my 14-hour shift on a bright note”

“Ugh, 14 hours, that must be rough. I suppose you can’t wait to go to sleep, knowing you”

“Trust me, med school put an end to my heavy sleeping for more than 10 hours, Besides, there are a few episodes of Musketeers waiting for me at home”

“Sounds lonely”

“I have friends. There are millions of bacteria in my body to keep me company”

“Really? Biology jokes? That’s horrible, even for your standards. But anyway, thank you Marlene. You’re an angel in a white coat.”

“So, a doctor?”

“Your jokes are terrible”

“What can I say, I’m an acquired taste”

“Come on, Hopper, let’s get you to the car” said James, wiping his hands on his pants as he returned. He helped Sirius out of the wheelchair and led him towards the door.

“I guess I’ll see you around then. Have fun guys” said Marlene and gave them a little wave, before turning around and walking towards the exam rooms.

Sirius looked after her, in a sort of daze, before James swatted him on the head. “You idiot, why did you do that for?” he asked, massaging his head.

“Because you’re looking after her like a lost puppy. Why didn’t you invite her to go with us?” James asked, giving him a bewildered look.“Was I supposed to?”

“Lily, this idiot didn’t invite her to come with us” James said to Lily, who was opening the back door of her car for Sirius.

“Are you telling me you spent time with a pretty woman, and you didn’t ask her out?” the redhead asked him, giving a same bewildered look as James.

“It’s because he has had a crush on Marlene since we were 18”

“Fuck off James”

“Language, Padfoot”

“James?”

“Yes mate?”

“Help me go after her”

“Of course, mate”

And that is how James helped Sirius hop to Marlene, who laughed at the sight of the pair, but nevertheless accepted their invitation and joined them at The Three Broomsticks, where she was greeted by her old friends and together, they celebrated James’ birthday until the wee hours of the morning.

After Sirius’ legs healed, he introduced Marlene to Shirley and took her for a ride. He even kissed her for the first time while leaning on his motorbike. This time, of course, he remembered to put the bike on its stand.

(And yes, James uses this story as a part of his best man’s speech at their wedding a few years later. He even shows photos as proof.)

#blackinnon #with a dash of jily #sirius x marlene #i love them so much #au #writing #oneshot #my babies

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residentevil2remake · 4 years

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wanted to ask about tomb raider but someone got ahead. so, top 5 laras?

Damn this is not easy, because it’s a bit hard to distinguish classic Lara (but she did chaged models and voices) and LAU did had the same voice actress but didn’t changed that much if you think about it. And general she’s mostly consistent, but like with, unlike Resident evil which makes chages not because of consistency, she does progress and chages naturally so I hope you not minding me ranking this by looks and overall appearance.

1. Angel of darkness. Literally my favorite Lara - the shades, the outfits (HELL YEAH DENIM), my favorite classic Lara VA. Some of her lines is so good in the game: “it’s gonna be a real pleasure to shut you up”, “If I had a coconut for everytime some lunatic said something like that” (GIRL WHAT), “Am I talking too fast for you?” and others. She’s an edgy thot in this and I love it with all my heart.2. Underworld. I think this Lara has my favorite face of all and probably my favorite body type (like she’s still hourglass but the build up muscle is cute), she’s also very done with everyone in this game and in LAU trilogy she’s a bit softer (but still snarky and deadly), but in this particular title she’s the most close to her classic appearence but still has a few emotional scenes that work organically into her arc. I do love unused ending, but the ending that was in the game is much more perfectly balanced and writte for this Lara.3. Anniversary. A great change and look for classic Lara, I also think she blends perfectly in her Legend incarnation. She also has great lines in this - “I only play for sport” is just iconic AF. Has a great character and I think the outfits they did for her are great, like the default one is understandable, but I think she also looks great in AoD camo (WELL I’M BITCH FOR AOD OKAY?), the catsuit, the artic tr3 one, even Legend outfit is good, fits like a glove. 4. TR 4 or Chronicles. I think, while TR1 is iconic in it’s own way (like not having a braid yet, her top is more like a wet suit) this incarnation of classic procceds to be my favorite. Perfect voice, face is looking the best (they perected engine at the time), some of the my favorite outfits of Lara are from this version - winter camo, evening dress, young lara. 5. Reboot Lara. I’d say she looked the best in RotTR, but I like 2013 and SotTR for various reasons as well. In tr2013 I think I liked her original one (not the rerelease on nexget, I even have a figurine of her!), like this messy blue top and overall look did started a trend with new women desings and i’m glad about it. Also her look with ice red hook and bow became iconic and I agree with it being so.I like SotTR for allowing Lara to have muscles, such a blessing. Also this version has a lot of fantastic outfits ranging from gear to armor and even witch clothes (all of them looks great on her), it’s a treasure if you love hunting for that kind of stuff. My personal fave is leather jacket. I think there is good lines from time to time (can’t remember from my head), but I think there is an iconic stuff. I wouldn’t say I’m a fan of her voice if I’m being real honest, but that’s not about acting or anything like that, just not a fan of accent (like i know it’s british but it’s a strong one?). I’d say she’s a bit underdeveloped, it’s just a shame that her games are a mess, because like I said a few days ago so much wasted potential, but let’s hope it will change ;)

ask me top 5 anything

thank you for taking time to send this

#hope this mess is redable #long post #answered #anon

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ladynuwanda · 5 years

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Heart of Darkness (Michael LangdonXFemale Reader) - Chapter 4: Sealed with a Kiss

Waking up at a place you don’t know where it is having no idea how the hell you’ve gotten there. What fun.

All I could feel was a blinding pain at the back of my head, but when I tried to bring a hand to it I saw that I couldn’t move it. In fact I couldn’t move at all. Anything except my eyes, and I was looking around madly, as best as I could, panic growing in my chest. I was lying on a hard surface, like a table, in a dim-lit room, I could see there was someone else in the room from the corner of my eyes.

It was a man, not much more than a boy, walking busily around the room, lighting candles and reciting words in what sounded like Latin. When he turned around I lost my breath for a moment and I felt like my heart had skipped a beat. He had the most beautiful face I had even seen in my life, framed by silky golden curls. It’s not an exaggeration when I say he looked like an angel. His face looked positively radiant, specially in contrast with his black clothes, but his expression was so utterly miserable, it was sort of heartbreaking.

He stopped by the table, speaking louder now (definitely Latin, and although I couldn’t quite make out the actual meaning of the words, it already sounded ominous enough) and I saw a flash of silver when he raised his red gloved hands. A knife. Oh, shit! I would have screamed if I could make a sound. The fact that he didn’t look very happy either was no consolation. He looked at me like he was about to apologise and I could tell something made him stop on his tracks. “You’re not a virgin”, he furrowed his brows at me.

Panic gave place to confusion, and I felt a crease appearing between my eyebrows as well. He rolled his eyes muttering “oh, fuck it” under his breath. With a careless red wave of one hand whatever was holding me still was gone, and I could move again. I sat up on the table as he walked to an armchair and sat down looking exhausted. I knew I was definitely not off whatever hook he had me on, but I couldn’t avoid the warm feeling of relief that took me when he dropped the knife to the floor by the armchair and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You were supposed to be a virgin. I can’t believe Miss Mead got it wrong... she was never wrong, you see? Not my Miss Mead!”, I was thinking that it was funny the way he said “my Miss Mead”, like everyone was supposed to have a Miss Mead, but that made me think of the lady I met at work. She had pleasant manners and sparkly green eyes, and I remember thinking I wanted to look half as cool when I got to her age, with the faux mohawk and black lipstick... the pain on the back of my head stung again. Whoever this Miss Mead was, she probably knocked me unconscious and dragged me to this place.

He was still muttering to himself and I had no idea what I was supposed to do or say when his blue gaze fell on me again “... I mean, you ARE the girl from the library, right?”. I nodded stupidly. “And you’re not a virgin... now that’s a surprise!”, I wasn’t sure if I should be more offended that he simply assumed I was a virgin because I worked in the library, or by his disgusted tone when he said I wasn’t. I couldn’t tell exactly what kind of shaming he was giving me, but I knew there was some. And to my surprise I heard myself saying “I’m sorry” like a complete idiot.

“Well, you should be! You were supposed to serve a greater purpose, I was supposed to consume the heart of a virgin tonight... but now I can’t, can I? Miss Mead is already back at Kineros to have her memory erased and it’s too late for me to find and capture someone else before the eclipse is over.”, very little of what he said made any sense to me, and he seemed to be talking more to himself anyway, but I think I got the meaning of the part about consuming a heart. Consuming. What a civilised way to say he was gonna cut my chest open with that silver knife of his, rip my bloody heart out and eat it raw before my corpse was even cold. “All because you humans have to succumb to lust all the time... was it lust, or are you gonna tell me it was love?”, his icy blue eyes were on me again.

What was I going to say? Should I tell him it was love? Would that somehow make me less tainted, and therefore more eligible for heart-eating? Why should I even be honest to this psycho? Was I supposed to open my metaphorical heart to this very literal heart-eater? What for? But then I noticed something weird in what he’d just said “you humans”? This whole conversation somehow managed to get crazier by the minute...

He raised himself from the armchair and was walking towards me now. “It was love. You loved him dearly. He was... your best friend. You trusted him with your life, but he betrayed that trust. He broke your heart”, he placed both hands, in those unsettling red gloves, on the table in front of me, by my feet, and looked deep into my eyes, “I can see it like a physical trait, you carry it around like a scar.”. I felt tears stinging my eyes and looked away. How did he know? Who was this guy? WHAT was he? “Was it worth it? Giving yourself to this man only to have your heart crushed afterwards... human-beings are pathetic with this obsession with carnal pleasure. And the way you think it has something to do with love... It’s pitiful, really.”

“Why do you talk about human beings like that... like you’re not one?”, what was I thinking? Why was I asking that kind of question to this lunatic? Was I so in shock that I was no longer thinking properly? He merely chuckled. “Because I’m not.”, he turned his face the other way and pulled his hair to the side, to show me this painful looking mark behind his ear, a small 666 in an intricate design that seemed to have been iron branded there. He looked at me again and his face was no longer his face, it was a white mask of evil that made my blood freeze in my veins. Just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone and he was giving me the most angelic smile. “My name is Michael Langdon, and I am the Antichrist.” I can’t explain why, and it wasn’t just the satisfied tone in which he had said those words, but I knew this wasn’t a trick. He was the real deal, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind. I knew it in my very soul, and fear took hold of my heart like it was grabbed by a cold hand.

He walked around the table and sat casually next to me, it looked almost like we were school kids, chatting in between classes. It‘s amazing that, with everything that was going on, there was still room left in my brain to think about how nice he smelled. “I know you wanna ask me another question... come on, don’t be shy”, he smirked, he seemed to be having fun. Like a particularly wicked cat playing with a mouse before killing it off. “It’s so annoying how people never seem to be able to be honest with me... they always get all ‘pleases’ and ‘I’m sorrys’, they never answer my questions with the truth, it’s always what they think I wanna hear, you have no idea how frustrating it is!”, I talked before I could stop myself “Well can you blame them?”, I made a sound that was very much like laughter and pressed my lips together to keep myself from talking any longer.

Shock. Definitely shock. What else but shock could explain the way I was talking to the actual Devil? But he didn’t seem angry, he was more... amused. “What do you mean?”, the smirk was almost a grin now. Well, fuck it. I’m probably not gonna leave this place alive, anyway, why should I worry about what I say to him? “Well...” I continued like I didn’t care at all about my own life “... you’ve got that whole situation going on”, I made a vague hand gesture encompassing his attire, “don’t get me wrong! It’s fantastic! But maybe just a little... intense. You can’t dress like that and then act surprised when people are a little intimidated by you!”

He was laughing. The Antichrist was laughing at something I had said. Not laughing at me, but sorta with me. Like he was enjoying my company. Like this was... fun? The same man who was casually talking about eating my heart out a few moments before. “I guess you’re right” he was giving me the brightest of smiles now “maybe I am intimidating, as you say. I’ll tell you what: I promise not to hurt you during this entire conversation, if you promise me you’re gonna be a hundred percent honest, deal?”

In case you haven’t noticed, he never promised he wasn’t going to kill me eventually. And then there was the fact that the actual Devil was offering me an actual deal. I realised I had very little to lose at this point so I shook the hand he offered me. “Good! Now, I’m hungry... are you hungry? We should find something to eat, since you’ve ruined my original dinner plans...” he jumped off the table laughing at his own dark joke “... I can’t cook, tho, can you cook? Nevermind! We’ll have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and call it the night. Do you like peanut butter and jelly?”, “Yes” my reply was barely more than a whisper, and I still couldn’t make myself move as he was already leaving the room. He stopped by the door and looked at me “Come on! I think my Miss Mead left me some chocolate milk in the fridge... it should be a little treat!”, he flashed me another bright smile. Still feeling slightly lightheaded, I followed the Antichrist into his Miss Mead’s kitchen.

He threw his leather coat on the back of a chair and discarded the red gloves on the counter, he was untying his ascot (an ascot! now that’s something you don’t see everyday...) and unbuttoning the collar of his dress shirt. He was still insanely overdressed for a peanut butter and jelly dinner, but he seemed far more relaxed. I, on the other hand, felt absurdly underdressed in a sleeveless little thing, that looked more like a white nightgown, and absolutely nothing underneath. The sheer fabric made me feel exposed, so I braced myself, rubbing my own arms with my hands. As if the feeling of warmth from the gesture could make me feel less vulnerable. “Are you cold? Here...”, he took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders, his hands were surprisingly gentle and warm, but the unexpected touch made me shiver, anyway. He didn’t seem to notice and proceeded to folding up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing lightly tanned forearms, with veins that looked like they had been carved in marble.

He placed a tall glass of chocolate milk on the table and pulled me a chair, turning around to busy himself with cupboard doors, plates and sandwich ingredients. I sat down, looking at the glass and thinking about how surreal this was. I wanted to be afraid of him. I knew I should run away from that kitchen. But he was being so... nice! He was humming tunelessly to himself while preparing sandwiches, it felt like he was genuinely happy to have company for dinner. But I wasn’t imagining things, was I? He had been about to carve my heart out a few moments before, hadn’t he? So how could I feel so warm and cosy in his company now? Is that what Stockholm Syndrome feels like?

A few minutes later he put a plate in front of me, with a PB&J sandwich in it. I had to smile a little to myself when I noticed that the crust had been neatly cut out. He sat on the chair across from me and took his own sandwich in his large hands. As I saw him take a ravenous bite I couldn’t help thinking about what had been originally on the menu tonight. It was only after he licked strawberry jam off one of his long fingers that he looked at me again. It would be a big fat lie if said I could taste the sandwich at all, but I had been chewing my first bite for a long time before I remembered how swallowing worked.

“What did you need a virgin’s heart for?”, I asked before I could stop myself. “It was a ritual”, he swallowed the bite he had been chewing, “to bring me closer to my father, to give me power so I could fulfil his purpose. I guess I’m gonna have to make do without it now” he shrugged. “My turn: how come you’re not a virgin, Library-Girl? We’ve been watching you... you’re not seeing anyone, you’ve got very little social life to begin with. It was an honest mistake, if you think about it...”

Like hell it was! So I was almost murdered over a stereotype? The spinster librarian, who lives alone with a thousand cats... Ridiculous! Except that I really was single. And I did have a cat. Oh, no! My cat! I hoped my next door neighbour would notice I had not come home, and use the spare-key to get into my apartment and feed my Vanilla, when she was feeding her Luna... Do you think Langdon would let me use the phone for a second?

“You said so yourself, I was in love. And he broke my heart.”, that’s definitely the least comfortable sex-talk in the entire history of conversations. “Ah, but he wasn’t the only one, was he? You also did it with guys you were not in love with... why?”, it wasn’t a rhetorical question, he seemed honestly puzzled. And he was right. Even after having my heart shattered to pieces, I could still take other men into my bed. I hadn’t trusted anyone again, but that doesn’t mean I had chosen celibacy. I had to think for a while before replying this time “Because... it feels good.”, it was my turn to shrug now. He slapped the table, startling me, “I knew it! See, that’s the problem with mankind, that’s why you’re all doomed: you only care about immediate gratification. Sex, drugs... whatever! You’re just walking around the Earth looking for your next high, destroying everything on the way...”

“You’re telling me that you don’t have this problem?” to be honest, I was beginning to feel a little tired of his air of superiority. “I’m not blinded by instincts, like you people. My actions are not motivated by animalistic impulse, I have a purpose.” He took a deep breath and drank from his glass of chocolate milk “But that’s not the question’s that’s been pulsing in your brain for the last few minutes, is it? Go ahead, ask it.”

“So you are... a virgin?”

“Naturally.”

“You’ve got a milk moustache.”

What?! I needed to gain some time! “Naturally” was so not the answer I was expecting! He wiped his lips with a napkin and met my eyes again “Why is that such a foreign concept to you?”

“Because there’s a crazy little thing called desire... it’s a very powerful force!”

“Distractions.”

“Welcome distractions!”

“Not really.”

“You must have been a very weird teenager...”

“I was never a teenager.”

The look of confusion on my face probably spoke volumes, for he kept talking “I was born on the 14th of December, 2011. One night, a couple of years ago, I went to bed as a child, and the next morning I woke up... like this.” Flawless, would have been the natural complement to this statement, but for once I managed to stay quiet, I just kept looking at him wide-eyed with my mouth slightly open. “You look cold... are you done eating? Let’s take this conversation to the living room, there’s a nice fireplace there.”, without waiting for a reply, he got up and kept talking as he left the kitchen “I had a reason to grow up so fast, you see, there were things that needed to be done...”, I followed him because he seemed really pleased to have an audience to whom he could talk about his life goals, but also because I didn’t want to be left alone in the kitchen with that strange dark altar behind the table.

He sat on the rug in front of the fireplace and took off his weird looking goat shoes “you, humans, let yourselves be distracted by what you believe is a higher purpose... women tell themselves they’re looking for love, men make themselves believe they want power, but in the end you all want one thing: immediate gratification. Usually through carnal pleasure. I cannot let myself be distracted by that...” I sat down on the rug as far from him as I could, still wrapping myself on his jacket “But weren’t you ever curious?”, I knew I was!

“I’m not curious, I’m on a mission!”

“But it’s not just that! Sure, it is pleasant... but it’s also about connection.”

“Connection? With people? Please... what part of that should I find enticing?”

“I’m serious! It’s not just about having pleasure, it’s about sharing it with someone! Having each other at the most vulnerable and the most powerful, at the same time... we all crave that feeling with every fibre of our beings! Don’t you?”

He looked at me and I could see blue flames dancing in his eyes, there was nothing of the ice that had been there before. He was all fire, and I felt my own cheeks burning as well. I was panting, and I didn’t know why. I couldn’t hold his gaze much longer, I lowered my eyes to his exposed collarbones. That was worse. Far worse. I felt my entire body burn, now. I bit my lower lip and heard a low chuckle. “If that’s such a magical, intense pleasure... why do people get so mad about rape?”, there was a bitterness to his voice, like this was a very personal subject to him. Clearly he wasn’t speaking from first-hand experience, or he wouldn’t need to ask this question, but he was clearly talking about someone who was close to him. “Because rape isn’t sex, it’s violence. If I hit you on the face with a shovel, you wouldn’t exactly call it gardening, would you?”, it was his turn to bite his lower lip “Fair enough.”, he nodded.

After a heartbeat he lifted his eyes to me again, they were glowing warm like molten silver, incredibly sweet. His cheeks were flushed, as imagine mine were too, his rosy lips still wet in the firelight, the silvery blue eyes resting on mine for what seemed forever as he took a deep breath. “Would you show me?”, his voice much lower than it had been the entire evening. Before I knew what I was doing, I had my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him close, and covered his lips with mine.

He responded with an enthusiasm I could not have anticipated, pulling me impossibly close and kissing me back with a thirst that felt entirely new. His honey lips on mine while his entire body felt made of flames, and I was happy to be consumed by his flames. The moment his delicate tongue found mine, I felt a deep moan vibrating from de back of his throat. I was already aching for him. I straddled his hips, trying to find contact, grinding down for friction. I wanted to feel him with my entire body. I felt like I would never be truly satisfied unless every molecule in my body was touching every molecule in his.

My fingers were working the buttons of his waistcoat and dress-shirt, removing his leather belt, with feverish desire. His lips and tongue caressing my neck so lightly I almost cried. His upper body seemed carved in marble, perfectly smooth and slightly tanned... so warm to the touch, so inviting. He held me in a sweet embrace for a moment, while we both tried to steady our breathing. His large hands firmly on my back, my fingers running down his while I kissed his shoulder. We remained there for a moment, just breathing together, enjoying each other’s warmth and closeness.

His kisses started on my neck, moved to my jawline making me grind down on him again, gasping slightly. His hands moved from my back, his touch ghosting over my breasts. He pulled back a little to look me in the eyes, asking for permission. I took his trembling hands on mine and kissed his fingertips lovingly, slowly. Then I placed them on my breasts. He inhaled shakily and closed his eyes, I moved my hips a little and watched, not without a little satisfaction, a small crease forming between his eyebrows as he moaned softly, his lips slightly parted.

He buried his face on my chest, kissing the tops of my breasts that weren’t covered by the white nightgown, his hands gently kneading me where the skin was not exposed. His thumbs found my nipples through the thin fabric, touching them in circular motions. I steadied the pace of my hips, my whole body shaking, I felt myself clench around nothing, craving to feel him inside me.

He laid me down on the rug, and removed his trousers and underwear before lying next to me. Holding his head with one hand, supported on his elbow, he ran his fingers up my dress, his fingertips barely touching the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his gaze never leaving mine. The molten silver in his eyes seemed to come to a boil when he found the wetness between my legs. He slipped one finger inside me and I threw my head back, eyes closed, biting my lip to keep myself from whining. He pulled the finger out and slid it back in, with a another finger this time. He bent both fingers a little, reaching that sweet spot inside me and I arched my back, a loud moan escaped my mouth.

He kissed my shoulder that was nearest him, while he pleasured me with his fingers. “Can I...” his voice was slightly raspy, so he cleared his throat “May I... taste you?”, I nodded looking in his eyes. I don’t think I could speak to save my life at that moment. Without looking away he pulled his fingers from inside me and took them to his own mouth, sucking them clean. His eyes still intently on mine he leaned over and kissed me slow and deep. I could taste myself on his tongue, and that only made me want him more.

He moved on top of me, his legs between mine, his hands pulling the white dress up above my head. At that moment I felt something I had never felt before. Like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Lying under his body, no fabric between us, just skin on skin. His eyes on mine. It just felt right, somehow. Like this was the only reason I was put on this world: to feel him, to look at him. But I needed more. I reached for him with one hand and slowly guided him inside me. It was only when he filled me up that I felt truly complete.

His eyes were closed, his exhaling almost a sob. He lost himself to the sensation. I was trying to get used to his size, it was more than I had ever felt, he was stretching me out in a way that wasn’t at all unpleasant. He pulled out a little and pushed himself in again, whimpering lightly. He looked so young, so helpless, without thinking I placed my hand on his cheek and he opened his eyes looking almost surprised to find me there, his face lit up with a smile when his eyes found mine and he kissed me, moving his hips away, never leaving me entirely, before sliding back in harshly, making us both break the kiss gasping.

“I’m sorry... did I hurt you?”, his hand on my hair, his eyes on mine again. “Quite the opposite!”, I giggled and he did the same, relaxing a little. “You don’t need to hold back, Michael. I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

Now, why would I say something stupid like that? No matter how big a girl I was, this man was still a little more than human. I’m pretty sure he could tear me apart if he wanted to. But now my words made him relaxed enough to pound into me without mercy. He would at times pull himself entirely out and slam back in with a loud groan, his forehead resting on mine, tears stinging my eyes. He was going so deep, so hard, I knew I was gonna be sore in the morning, but it really didn’t matter then. Pleasure and pain. It’s amazing how often those two can go side by side.

At other times he would take himself out and slide back in agonisingly slow. As much as I craved to have him filling me up again, his moaning during those times was music to my ears. And when I felt him back inside me to the brim, I could cry in ecstasy, my fingernails on the smooth skin pf his back. His face showed nothing but wonder when he would look at me while burying himself deeper between my legs. Sometimes he would just close his eyes in abandon, and I felt tears leaving my eyes. I had never seen anything so beautiful.

His thrusts grew sloppier, he was losing himself to the feeling again. Panting heavily against my face, whimpering bellow his breath. I dug my fingernails on his back when my orgasm washed over me, making me clench around him, milking him for his. Throwing his head back, he came undone, throbbing inside me. Tears spilling from his closed eyes, a soft moan escaping his parted lips. He looked so much like an innocent boy as he looked like a mighty god. As the wave of pleasure washed away, he touched my forehead with his again. Both of our sweaty bodies shaking, while we did our best to breath normally again.

“Thank you.”, his voice was very low, almost shy. And I giggled, surprised, at his unusual post-coital remark, “Sure, any time!”. “What? People don’t usually say that?”, he was chuckling a little himself as he looked at me. “They really don’t!”, we were both laughing now. He brushed his nose on mine “But I really do... thank you, I mean.” he looked very serious now, and I kissed him as tenderly as I knew how. Trying to tell him with my lips and my tongue what I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud: that I was thankful, too. It had been an honour and a privilege... and a pleasure. So much pleasure, it didn’t seem to belong in this world.

He fell asleep with his head on my chest. I ended up dozing off myself, while running my fingers through his hair. Just savouring the perfectly blissful moment, the weight of his body, the scent of his hair, the peaceful sound of his breathing lulling me to sleep.

I woke up on the sofa, apparently someone had carefully placed my sleeping body there and covered me up with a blanket. This someone was sitting on the rug now, wearing nothing but his boxers and black dress-shirt, with the sleeves still rolled up. He had all his attention focused on the binders before him, that he was leafing through by the firelight. The white dress I had bieen wearing was very tidily folded over the cushion by my head. I grabbed it and put it on, standing up.

He looked up and gave me one of the bright smiles that I was beginning to grow fond of. (Who am I kidding? By now my heart was already doing somersaults whenever he would so much as glance in my general direction...) “I didn’t mean to wake you up... you were sleeping so peacefully!”, he held out a hand, inviting me join him by the fire. “How long was I out?”, again. I was beginning to wonder if I was keeping track of time AT ALL, at this point. “Less then an hour, don’t worry...”, cupping my face in one hand he kissed me slow and tenderly. He ended the kiss in a grin of contentment, touching my forehead with his and gently brushing his thumb on my cheek.

“What are these?”, I pointed at the binders with my chin. “Cooperative papers, plans for the safety bunkers, boring but necessary stuff... I was trying to find a way to place you in one of the Outposts”, as usual most of what he was saying made no sense to me, and also as usual it probably showed on my face. He took a deep breath, and lowered his eyes, he seemed to be making an effort to speak now “Listen, you don’t need to panic, I’ve got it all figured out, I had a meeting last week, with some people... big... important people... you may call them World Leaders”, he did quotation marks with his fingers at these two words, “we’re working on building strategically placed Outposts, to protect those who can make an intellectual or cultural, or even biological, contribution to the world we’ll be creating.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I told you I was on a mission... humanity is doomed, there’s going to be... an incident. Involving nuclear bombs. A few months from now. After the Nuclear Winter, we’ll have a chance to start over, make everything new, from scratch. Make it... better.”

I got up on reflex, getting away from him in horror. How could he be so calm when he was talking about the death of billions of people? And then I remembered: he was the Antichrist after all. What was I thinking? That he was just the sweet boy I made love with? How could I forget this not so small detail about him? “You don’t need to be scared... it’s alright” he was getting himself up too “Trust me. I can keep you safe.”

“I don’t wanna be safe! This is insane... you can’t be serious!”, I felt more naked now then I did when he took my dress off. “I will rebuild the world in my father’s image, it will be a better world!”, he took my hand “And you’ll be there to see it! No more lies, no more hypocrisy... imagine that! The end of treason and ignorance, only the truth and knowledge will be allowed to exist in this new world. But we can’t achieve that with humanity as it is...”

I pulled my hand from his grasp, but I couldn’t speak. I just stood there shaking my head in disbelief, looking at him through the tears in my eyes. He grabbed one of the binders that were resting on the rug “I found the perfect spot for you actually, the newly-elected president of a South-American country is pure scum! A very unpleasant little man... just the sound of his voice is enough to set my teeth on edge! I never wanted him taking someone’s place in the Outposts, anyway...”

“Stop it, Michael! Stop this nonsense! I don’t wanna take anybody’s place in the Outposts... scum, or not!”

“You don’t know what you’re saying...”

“I do! I don’t wanna be some privileged asshole safely hidden in a bunker somewhere while the rest of the world bursts in flames!”

“You won’t be thinking that when you feel your flesh burning from your bones and you’re reduced to nothing but ashes!”, he nearly shouted the words at me, and I was downright terrified. In that moment I realised that I had never seen him angry, and the idea of it was scarier than the Armageddon itself. He took a few deep breaths, I saw he was trying to calm himself down. He took me in his arms, one hand on my waist the other on my hair, his forehead on mine again “please, please... I don’t wanna lose you... you gave me something I never knew was even possible... please let me save you... stay with me...”, I could tell by his voice that he was on the verge of tears himself.

“Michael, listen to me. I don’t care about surviving if everyone else is going to die. When the world is consumed in flames, I want to be with my family. Surrounded by the people I love the most. With music, laughter and good food. I want to be in my Grandma’s backyard. Eating one more of the delicious meals prepared by my aunt. While my brother plays our favourite songs on the guitar. I wanna be holding my mother’s hand. My little niece sitting on my knee, telling me a funny story. THAT’s how I’d want to go. That’s the kind of person I am!”

He looked at me through teary eyes “Is that your final word?”, I put my hand on his face and kissed his lips very softly “Yes.”, silent tears were streaming down his cheeks now “You don’t need to save me. The privilege of dying happy is all the salvation I need... Just give me a heads up, if you can. So I can go back home to my family in time, will you?”. He swallowed hard, and his expression became even harder. His eyes went cold all at once, with that familiar icy glint, and the remaining tears running down his cheeks looked completely out of place on a face devoid of emotion. “I will not let you down”, his voice hard and cold as steel. With both hands, surprisingly warm and gentle, on my shoulders he kissed me very softly between the eyebrows.

After that I remember being back at the library. With no idea how I had gotten there. In fact I had no idea I had ever left. I worked there for the next months as if that night had never happened. Like I had never been kidnapped by someone’s Miss Mead, or met the boy-Devil with the face of an angel. I didn’t even remember I had loved that boy for eternity in one night. And I definitely had no clue of the nuclear holocaust to come. In fact, it was just another day’s work at the library when the Cooperative officers arrived, less than an year later, to take me to the Outpost.

To bring me here.

It was bad enough living in Outpost 3 all this time, with all their rules and the fear, knowing everyone I had ever loved, everyone I knew, had died a most horrible death. But knowing that I was standing face to face with the man responsible for ending the world was a horror beyond comprehension. And we had been so... intimate. Our encounters had not been numerous, neither had they lasted for more than one night at a time. But those had probably been the most intense nights of my life. I knew I loved that man. Damn my soul, I loved him with everything I was. But I also hated him. For everything he’d done I hated him. For destroying my world and killing everyone I knew... TWICE.

I heard sounds from downstairs, one of the heavy isolation doors opening and closing again. Someone was inside the outpost. Before I could say anything, before I even had a chance to react to my newly recovered memories, Michael pulled me to himself and kissed me with a burning passion that I couldn’t help responding to. “Go to your room.”, he was speaking through gritted teeth, “Stay there. Whatever you hear, don’t come out. Wait for me.”

“Michael, you don’t really think...”

“For once in your life, do as I say!” and then much softer “Please.”

The desperation on his face was more than enough to silence my protests. Without another word I turned around and left for my room. As I was closing the door, I looked at him one last time, his silvery-blue eyes were on me, and those beautiful lips formed the word “go” in silence. I heard footsteps, apparently entering the great hall, and Mead came to his side in the balcony looking worried. They exchanged a glance and Michael’s face was transformed by rage, for a split second I thought I saw a flash of the white faced demon again. The last thing I heard before the door clicked shut were the sweet tones of a woman’s voice coming from downstairs. She spoke very softly, but I could hear her clear as day:

“Find our sisters.”

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we only have this moment

Shoot Secret Santa by @youre-lacking-vitamin-me!

Despite their day jobs (or maybe because of them), Root and Shaw manage to hit all the “normal” relationship milestones. In their own way, of course.

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LOVE LETTERS

(the way to a girl’s heart is long and winding, especially if it’s her digestive tract)

The postcard sticks out like a sore thumb.

Probably because it’s in-between six hundred kilos of cocaine, John thinks, not bothering to put on gloves as he reaches for the glossy paper. It’s probably fine: there are fingerprints on everything from the steering wheel to the tiny plastic baggies in the dealers’ coat pockets – they probably won’t need some horribly kitschy postcard with a generic beach background and a WordArt ‘Havana!’ on it for evidence.

It’s the kind of thing that diplomatically-minded people – people like Finch – would gently suggest exchanging for a different one, maybe one that looks less dated? Slightly less tactful individuals, not to mention names but – okay, Shaw – on the other hand, would probably set it on fire.

John sighs and turns it around to look for an address or maybe a name or any identi – oh God.

The back – if at all possible – is worse: it’s literally covered in those pointy S’s he vaguely remembers sketching on his notebooks back in middle school. Hundreds of iterations of the same letter, in various sizes, are littered across the surface. It looks like a high school desk; or worse, one of those rappers nowadays with all the facial tattoos.

He tucks it into his jacket pocket, shuddering at the thought of having to choose between paperwork and Shaw’s wrath. But there’s no escaping it, so he trudges down the alley that will seal his fate.

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Back at the subway station, he drops The Abomination™ as he passes by Shaw. It flutters – turns in the air – catches on a breeze that smacks it into the wall – floats lazily down to land just left of her foot. She doesn’t even glance at it.

“Pick up your trash,” is what he gets instead.

“It’s not trash,” is all John gets out before he remembers that yes, yes it is; it is absolute garbage and why do they even keep picking them up? He motions to an alcove where four other sheets of pointy S-adorned paper – a scrunched-up note, an advertisement flyer, some high schooler’s art project, a torn bit of newspaper – hang menacingly. “It’s another one of those.”

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Three weeks, seven papers and two rolls of masking tape later, a form begins to take shape.

“It’s a heart,” Harold remarks, and it’s the absolute wrong thing to say, judging by the way Shaw is reaching for the gun on her thigh. “I mean! It… is? But who would –”

“Three guesses, Finch,” Shaw grinds out.

John adds, “And the first two don’t count.”

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“Don’t you think it’s romantic?”

“It’s creepy.”

“But it’s how everyone in middle school used to get a date!”

“Like that didn’t just prove ‘creepy’,” John mutters.

Shaw doesn’t pay him any attention, “You’re taking dating advice from how fourteen year-olds ask each other out? Twenty years ago?!”

“Worked back then,” Root shrugs, mildly offended that her masterpiece isn’t being appreciated. Fourteen hundred and six pointy S’s – the initials of Sameen Shaw – and counting. It looks beautiful up on the subway wall – could use a little more lighting, and the last piece, of course… and apparently more masking tape, considering Sameen just ripped the whole thing down the middle.

“This,” Shaw shakes the offending swathe of paper and launches it onto the subway tracks, “is not how you get someone to go out on a date with you,” she spits out, marching off with John and Harold limping after her.

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That’s what she says… until the last piece arrives as a large stuffed-crust pizza decorated with a pointy S made of pepperoni slices. With Root in full pizza delivery girl getup.

She tips her cap, “How about now, Sam?”

Shaw’s cheeks are bursting, her eyes roving up and down the red uniform. “… only if there’s more pizza involved.”

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SLEEPING TOGETHER

(love may not mean letting them walk all over you, but it does mean being a mattress once in a while)

Sameen can barely blink herself awake before she hears the stressed, “Don’t move, Miss Shaw,” from six feet to her left.

“Finch, wha-”

“Don’t. Move.”

Something kicks into overdrive. She’s been in this situation before. Given, only a handful of times, and she’d been lucky to have expert bomb defusers near her the first two and Cole the last time around, but she’s survived stepping on pressure plates and triggering trip wires – now’s no different.

Except it is. A cursory glance around shows her she’s still in the subway, there is no call to panic stations, and nobody is ordering her to stand on the edge of her foot for the foreseeable future – probably because she’s lying down.

Until she sees who is next to her in the makeshift bed. And groans. Because of course she’s here now, after weeks of radio silence and general wondering where the hell the other woman had pissed off to next.

Sameen doesn’t realise it now – won’t realise it until it’s much, much too late – but somehow, Root is everywhere: hidden amongst the computer junk and too-big clothes flung left, right and centre across their – the, not their – apartment, collected as notes and pictures in-between the pages her copy of Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám… and possibly in whatever remains of her heart.

And now she’s also tucked into Shaw’s side, clutching a fistful of tank top and drooling on have-seen-better-days blue sheets. Also hogging all the blankets.

“Really, Finch?”

“Shh sh sh sh shhhh!!!!!” he motions wildly with his arms and touches a finger to his mouth in what she assumes is supposed to be a placating gesture. Shaw flops down none too gently, but it does the trick, and he continues, “Miss Groves returned yesterday evening after a run-in with some of Samaritan’s agents – her friends, Mister Casey and Mister Daizo – were able to apprehend them before they could do any real damage… other than that to themselves.” He turns a little green at the thought of Samaritan’s lunatics offing themselves, but composes himself. “She’s busy sleeping off whatever drug cocktail they injected her with, although judging by her recent sleep patterns, it might be a while before she wakes up.”

Shaw only raises an eyebrow.

Finch swallows, clears his throat. “Miss Groves needs this sleep, Miss Shaw, so if you could find it within yourself to stay still for a few more hours…” his gaze drifts off to the mess of brown curls spread across the pillows, “… it would be much appreciated.”

Shaw rolls her eyes, tries to shift so Root is lying less on her arm and more on her own. It doesn’t work. Not exactly the way she planned on spending her Thursday morning, but –

“What about Mister…” Food. Something about food. Pasta? Couscous? “… our current target?”

“Ah, yes! As luck would have it, Mister Reese has already apprehended Mister Rice, the gentleman you were following yesterday, and we haven’t received another number yet.”

The mark’s name has Shaw’s stomach growling; a corner of Finch’s mouth ticks up.

“Is there anything I can get you that could help during these… trying times?” he asks, doing his best not to piss Shaw off any more, but still not willing to quite give up on the teasing tone.

“Burrito… s. And Bear.” She glances at the cocoon Root has managed to tangle herself up into. “… and another blanket.”

“Right away, Miss Shaw,” he motions for Bear to come, asks him to zit, Bear! Mooie hond! En ga maar slapen – blif hier, grabs his hat and the last bedspread on the table, offers it to the angry assassin before taking his leave.

Harold pretends not to notice Sameen tucking the blankets more securely around Root as he closes the door behind him.

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MEETING THE PARENTS

(a mother always knows)

“Sameen?” Root startles, and instantly knows she’s screwed up.

The woman in front of her stands ramrod still, using oh-so familiar eyes to rove over her leather jacket and the laptop in her free hand and the way she shifts to adjust her falling bra strap. They linger on the visible portion of her cochlear implant (Root wants to curl her fingers up to her ear and push her hair back over the offending instrument, but she’s terrified that a single move will send the lady running, and she can’t have that – not yet) before meeting her eyes; beautiful, but so, so guarded.

The accent is obvious, and the grammar isn’t perfect, but the words shake something deep in her core anyway, “I am sorry, but afraid I am not my daughter.”

And Root knows that – because Shaw is three thousand miles away, pulling herself through an air vent while shouting profanities loudly enough that she might as well be right next to her; Root’s arm, along with the phone, falls to her side, the still-connected call forgotten.

It’s like looking twenty years into the future, wondering if she’ll ever get the opportunity to see the real thing. Nothing and no-one is safe, as the hundreds of scars between them prove time and time again, but right now, she’s looking into an older woman’s eyes and finds some part of Sameen staring right back.

Until she isn’t. The tinny sound of Sameen’s voice yelling “Root! Where the fuck did you go? Oi, Root!” forces those eyes to the phone in Root’s hand, and she shouldn’t be able to see the screen lighting up with Sam scrawled all over it, but for whatever reason, she’s smiling anyway. It’s almost like she knows –

A mother always knows, Sam, Root hears her own mother say to a girl who no longer exists.

Brown eyes lift back up, twinkling in amusement. “She has always had terrible potty mouth, that one.” The woman turns to leave, but gives Root a once-over, calculating, appraising. There’s a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Take good care of her, Miss Root,” she murmurs, and then she’s gone as quickly as she appeared.

Four minutes and fifty-three seconds too late, a young woman standing just outside of Houston’s city centre whispers, “Yes, Mrs Shaw,” to no-one but herself.

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HAVING CHILDREN

(or, well, you know; dealing with the one that actually matters)

“You know, when you said that you’d be ‘coming around sometime this week’, I kind of expected it to be for a ‘haven’t seen you in three years; how’ve you been?’ reason rather than a ‘one of your classmates is next in line to be head of the Bartonelli crime syndicate but their half-whatever wants them dead so here I am to save the day’ reason.”

Shaw blinks at Gen over the rim of her milkshake. Wonders whom she has to sleep with around here to have her drink Irished up so she doesn’t need to have this conversation. Then she remembers that she’s in a McDonalds and that alcohol consumption is frowned upon at eleven in the morning and that Root is the Machine-only-knows-where, so there goes that plan.

Gen doesn’t give up, “Where’re John and Mr Finch?”

“Unavailable.”

“So why are you here?”

“Lovely question.” She slurps at the milkshake

Gen leans to the left, trying to get a glimpse of whatever is down the aisle. Her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline at whatever she sees, “Why’s Miss Davenport here?”

“Who?”

“Dee eye-thea teasha,” Gen supplies through a mouthful of burger. Some swallowing later, she repeats, “The IT teacher. Well, one of them. She’s new – all the boys and even some of the girls are madly in love with her because she’s got gorgeous brown hair and wears really tight jeans.” She gnaws on her lip and contemplates her burger before continuing, “And if rumours are to be believed, she hacked her way into the county test score database and gave everybody forty-two percent.”

“She sounds familiar.”

“She’s also walking towards us.”

Shaw turns around just as someone – Miss Davenport? – appears at her shoulder and bends down to push a straw into what’s left of her melting milkshake. A manicured hand wraps around the glass, displacing the condensation, and Shaw follows it to a pale arm to the sleeve of a black blouse to –

“Hi, Sameen,” Root hums, and presses a kiss to Shaw’s cheek.

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“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Sam?”

Root looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Shaw wants a drink with an alcohol content of at least 40 percent. Gen is… still gaping.

“Shut your trap – the flies are coming in.”

She does – and promptly bites her tongue. Sameen sighs and pushes her now more milk than shake in Gen’s direction; she moves to begin picking at her now-lukewarm fries, but has to swat away a hand before she can pull the box closer, away from the fry-snatcher (more like try-snatcher) slouching in the booth opposite with her too-tight jeans and gorgeous hair. Shaw would throw a chip at it to ruin in, but the idea of wasted food makes her decide to pop it in her mouth instead.

Root’s still looking at her expectantly, saccharine smile never wavering.

There’s a huge chunk of burger in her mouth, so Shaw just nods her head in Gen’s direction, “Djenn,” before kicking the hacker under the table, introducing her as, “Woot.” She swallows and glares, picking at her teeth. “Don’t discuss. Some of us are still eating.”

They don’t. They start talking about her instead.

Which is infinitely worse.

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“Why Regina Bartonelli, anyway?” huffs Gen as she trudges up the stairs to her dormitory, playing with her keys to find the right one.

“Why not Regina Bartonelli?” Root counters, smirking, like she knows where this is going. Shaw doesn’t, but she motions at a door, imploring the girl between them to unlock it so she can enjoy the scotch stashed in one of Finch’s computer tower skeletons.

Gen has to think about that. “I… she… it always seems like she’s at the centre of everything. Nicest art project, so everyone crowds around. Her house is apparently so huge it’s bigger than the school!” She tugs the door open. “And, well. She’s pretty much the prettiest girl in our grade…”

Ah.

“And you’ve noticed, have you?” Shaw teases. Gen – outraged and burning red to her ears – slams the door in their faces.

Root swoons dramatically before throwing herself into Shaw’s arms, crocodile tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “Oh!” she sniffs less-than-delicately, “they grow up so fast, don’t they?” and Sameen bursts out laughing.

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MEETING THE PARENTS (REPRISE)

(just because the dead can’t hear you, doesn’t mean you didn’t say anything)

“Your daughter’s in love with a sociopath,” Shaw greets the headstone in front of her, and wonders what in seven hells she’s doing.

Although, to be fair, it isn’t like she can have this conversation with anyone else.

Fusco would offer her a confused nod, a pat on the back, and a platitude he’d remembered from whatever book he’s currently skimming over. And maybe a donut he still has left from lunch. Finch would clap his hands over his ears two words into the first sentence. The Machine would use anything she said as information for the next sorry sucker that needs advice. Zoe would tell her to put a ring on it.

That doesn’t really leave anyone. Except maybe John.

Wonderboy is interested, and sympathetic, but she doesn’t know how to explain to someone who has feelings that she’s not doing whatever-this-is with Root because of some weird outpouring of hormones and neurotransmitters and – you know what, she totally is. Why isn’t she having this conversation with John?

She’s halfway into getting up before she realises she drove two hundred miles out of her way to have this not-a-discussion with a dead woman. Back to squatting. Might as well have the talk now.

The wind comes up, tugging at her hair and clothes, throwing dust in the air. Even as she sits here, at the edge of the potter’s field on the outskirts of Bishop, Shaw doesn’t think she could ever understand how forlorn Root must have felt in this town.

Mrs Groves doesn’t say anything. Her name stares back up at Shaw from the small, grey headstone, and in that moment, means absolutely nothing. But this does:

“And, well…,” Sameen pauses, thinks of the words. “I… I think that, if – if I could love anyone… it’d be her.”

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BEING A FAMILY

(this is love – in finale)

“Excellent food you have here,” Sameen comments before heartily biting into the pepper steak she’d snaffled from the pan. “Really top-notch. Almost like alcohol at parties without adult supervision.”

“Please don’t chew with your mouth full, Miss Shaw,” Harold reprimands reflexively as he puts down the second bowl of roast potatoes, smiling despite himself.

“Oh, never mind, mom is here,” she teases, moving to scoop another helping of spuds on her plate before John can get at them.

They’re supposed to be celebrating Christmas, because while we may not have a normal lifestyle, we shouldn’t shun the incorporation of at least some normalcy into our lives, some part of Finch’s speech creeps unbidden into her thoughts; even though Shaw doesn’t do Christmas, she does do food and alcohol and good company on the rare occasion such as this one, and it feels warm, comfortable, like home.

There’s some clinking in the background that draws her back to the present, where she hears, “… so if I may make a toast –” Harold invites them all to do as he does, lifts his glass… and says nothing. Despite his ten-minute speech yesterday about embracing the holiday spirit and ensuring we do not lose our moral fibre, he’s completely at a loss for words. Quiet tears begin slipping down his cheeks.

“Hear, hear,” John murmurs, pulling Harold back into his seat. She lifts her glass and tips it in the general direction of the table, turns to Root to do the same. But Root isn’t there.

Well, she is. But not really. She’s lost in the Christmas lights and cheer and atmosphere, looking around as if to capture it all, as if it will all be gone tomorrow. In one go-around, they catch each other’s eye: Root smiles shyly, and Shaw finds herself gazing directly at the insecure twelve year-old girl that’s usually simmering beneath the surface. Her eyes are almost glazed over in wonder at the mess of tinsel and fairy lights and assorted baubles that Bear dragged around the subway earlier this morning. If her mother ever had to see this place, she’d probably have a cadenza.

But right now: “It’s Christmas, Sameen,” she whispers, fingers grasping at Shaw’s hoodie as if to anchor herself back to the ground.

To help, Sameen shifts closer, presses her leg against Root’s thigh, and tucks their heads together conspiratorially. The now less-full glass is held up, daring Root to bring hers closer, to make sure this is real.

“Here’s to us,” she grins, and clinks their glasses together.

#shootsecretsanta #shootsecretsanta2018 #shoot #person of interest #youre-lacking-vitamin-me

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elizaviento · 6 years

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Have you ever written about a Flesh Curtains Rick? Maybe something short when you have the time, I was thinking about this earlier - either the reader meets Rick at a bar where he's playing or she is already with him and she's watching him play. And things get dirty. Of course. And I'll leave the rest in your very capable hands. Groupie Love by Lana del Rey... listen to that! :)

Mmm, thank you for such a great request. This was fun to write.

Helping Hands

(Flesh Curtains Rick x Reader)

NSFW – 3000 words of pure debauchery.

*****

“Hey! Hey you! The band wants to meet you!” the burly bouncer shouted to me from across the bar.

“What? Are you sure?” I asked, my heart slamming the back of my ribs like a jackhammer, making my voice weak and wobbly.

“Yeah, I’m sure, toots! They only ever wanna bring back one fan after each performance, so lucky you!”

I turned to my friend, Tara, with a look of pure terror that must have been humorous considering how hard she was laughing.

“What am I gonna do?!” I nearly screamed in her face.

“You’re gonna go back there and meet your favorite band!” she replied, pushing me toward the bouncer. “Make sure you get Sanchez’s autograph for me!”

No doubt, I looked like a complete fan girl to everyone in the bar. I was the only person wearing a Flesh Curtains t-shirt and the only person literally vibrating with excitement from the moment they stepped on the tiny stage until they disappeared behind it. I had no shame in being a fan girl. However, I did hate how I had the tendency to completely fall apart every time I had the opportunity to meet someone I admired. I knew this time would be no different considering I already had an extreme case of ‘rubber legs’, causing me to trip over my own feet several times as I approached the bouncer.

“You gonna be alright, toots?” he asked with a chuckle.

“No. In fact, you should probably call an ambulance right now because I’m on the verge of a stroke,” I replied, already feeling the prickly pin points of panic traveling up the back of my neck.

“Nah, you’ll be fine. They’re decent guys.”

With that, he led me down a dark hallway to the back of the bar. When we reached a door with the letters ‘VIP’ stenciled on the surface, I felt my head swim and my vision grow dark around the edges.

Please don’t pass out, please don’t pass out, please don’t pass out, I chanted in my head as the bouncer pounded his fist on the cheap particle wood door.

“Yeah! Squanch right in!” I faintly heard from the other side. Feeling completely overwhelmed, I grasped the meaty forearm of the bouncer and held on for dear life.

“Maybe it wasn’t me they wanted to meet,” I said, looking up at him.

“You’ll be fiiiine,” he assured again, prying my hand from his arm before turning the knob and swinging the door wide open.

And, there they were. Birdperson, Squanchy and Sanchez – just chillin’ on a ratty, stained old sofa in the back of the room.

“Hey! Nice to squanch you!” Squanchy shouted, jumping from the couch to scurry over to me. I couldn’t believe how fucking adorable he was as he began to affectionately rub against my leg with a delightful purr.

“Jeez, Squanch. Take her to dinner first, huh?” Sanchez said. My gaze drifted in his direction as he leaned casually against the armrest of the couch with a cigarette dangling gracefully from his fingers.

“Ah, I’m sorry!” Squanchy apologized, looking up at me with Puss in Boots eyes. “I just get so excited when we get to squanch a fan!”

“Um, it’s no problem,” I said, my voice wobbling again. God damn it.

“It is, in fact, very nice to meet you. We don’t encounter many humans,” Birdperson chimed in from his place on the opposite end of the couch. I could actually feel myself sigh like a love sick school girl at the sound of his voice. And, his feathers… what a gorgeous specimen.

“Come sit down and have a squanch with us!” Squanchy said, taking my hand in his little paw to lead me to the couch. His carefree attitude was actually soothing and I felt myself start to calm as I watched him jump on the couch and situate himself next to Birdperson, leaving the only open space next to Sanchez who patted the cushion in a gesture for me to sit.

“So – uh – what did ya think of the show?” Sanchez asked, leaning toward me to drape an arm over my shoulders. My body involuntarily jerked in response and I felt on the verge of panic once again. He must have noticed because he chuckled softly before taking a drag from his cigarette.

“It was great, of course,” I replied, not looking at him. If I looked at him, I would immediately drop dead – no doubt about it.

“Yeah? What was your favorite part?” Now he was leaning closer, practically whispering in my ear. Holy fucking shit.

“Umm –” I started before Birdperson swooped to my rescue.

“Don’t mind Rick, miss. He can be quite aggressive with attractive human females.”

Uh, what?

“Hey, not – not just humans,” Sanchez – Rick – said, leaning back toward the armrest of the couch again.

I sat ramrod straight next to him while continuing to avoiding his heavy gaze. From the corner of my eye, I saw him take another drag from his cigarette, the ashes dangerously close to falling from the tip to land on his skin tight leather pants.

“Would you like a drink? I can go squanch you one right now!” Squanchy asked, hopping from the couch to a wet bar in the corner of the small room.

“I suggest something alcoholic to help calm your nerves as you appear to be very anxious,” Birdperson said. I felt my cheeks heat up. Was it really that obvious?

“Yeah, okay,” I agreed. “I’ll have… whatever.”

“Good choice,” Rick snickered, finally leaning forward to flick the cigarette in the ashtray sitting atop a beat up coffee table.

“Aw, come on Rick! Be nice to our guest! She seems like a squanchy kinda girl!”

“Let – let’s hope so,” Rick replied, the mocking tone still thick in his voice.

———-

An undetermined amount of time later, I had gulped down enough vodka to loosen me up. And by ‘loose’, I mean giggling and gushing like a moron.

“Seriously, I love you guys so much!” I crooned, leaning against Rick. He had somehow managed to pull me closer to his side and my body seemed to just melt into his. “Your first album – fuckin’ genius! I still listen to it, like, ALL the time!”

“Like, allll the time, huh?” Rick teased, his gravelly voice sensually caressing my eardrums. I shivered in response and sank even further into him with a sigh.

“Aw, that’s great! Which song do you squanch the most?”

“Has to be Demon Humper,” I replied, shaking my head affirmative. “Or! Or Deep Throat my Heart. Such a classic love song.”

“Mmm – that – that’s my favorite, too,” Rick agreed, now trailing his long, graceful fingers up and down my arm.

Huh?

“I hate to leave when our guest is having such a good time, but I must sleep to be well rested for our show tomorrow night,” Birdperson suddenly spoke up as he rose from the couch.

“Oh, man! That’s a squanchy idea, Birdperson! I need a good nap and a squanch myself!” Squanchy said, swiftly jumping from the couch to land on Birdperson’s feather clad shoulder.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and couldn’t believe the time. No doubt, Tara had already left. And, a text message from her confirmed it

Tara: Hey, I gotta go! I hope you’re having a good time. Don’t forget to get Sanchez’s autograph for me!

“Shit,” I whispered, realizing that I would need to get a cab and dreading it since every cab driver in this area was a total creep and a half. Rick must have been looking at my phone from over my shoulder because he suddenly declared that he wasn’t tired and that he would be giving me a ride home.

WHAT?

“That’s sure is squanchy of you, Rick! Hey, it was real squanch to meet you! I hope we can squanch again!”

“I agree. It was very enjoyable to talk with you, miss. Have a safe trip to your domicile,” Birdperson said, holding out his hand presumably for me to shake. When I extended my hand to take his, he continued – “Rick will take good care of you.”

That seemed like an odd thing to say, but I thanked them for allowing me to hang out and once again expressed my love and devotion before they exited the room.

And, then I was alone. With Rick Sanchez.

He didn’t waste any time. Once the door clicked shut, he grabbed my chin to turn my face toward his and kissed me. At first, I stiffened, not sure what to do while I screamed like a lunatic in my head. Then his tongue swept over my bottom lip and my mouth fell open of its own accord, allowing him to invade. He tasted like cigarettes and booze and it was absolute heaven. And, then I remembered something –

“Um, Sanchez?” I said as he began to work his way down my jaw and neck.

“Call – call me Rick, baby,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Rick. I have a boyfriend,” I admitted, the guilt washing over me like a tidal wave. However, he didn’t stop; only kissed back up my neck to sink his teeth into the soft flesh behind my ear. Unable to help myself, I moaned and dug my fingers in his tousled hair.

“What kinda guy lets a – a sexy girl like you outta his sight, huh?” he whispered in my ear, making me squirm. But, even through the haze of lust I found myself under, I still felt indignation rise up in my chest.

“No one ‘lets’ me do anything. I do whatever the hell I want,” I said, defiantly. I tried to shove him off, but he only pulled me in closer.

“Relax, baby. I-I-I’m just givin’ you a compliment.” He was a cocky one, wasn’t he?

“I need to stop,” I insisted, dislodging him from my body.

“Okay,” he said, clearly annoyed but still determined. “How about a – uh – a compromise?”

“Compromise?” I asked, scooting away from him and crossing my arms.

“Mmm, yeah. We don’t have – need to touch each other to have a good time.”

As much as I hated to admit it, I was intrigued. “Go on.”

“You sit over there –” he said, pointing to the other side of the couch, “– and I’ll sit right here.”

“And?”

“Aaaand, we touch ourselves,” he finished with a clever smirk.

Well, shit. I knew this wasn’t exactly a compromise, but I was having more trouble than I should with not justifying it to myself. I narrowed my eyes at him as he pulled another cigarette from the pack lying on the coffee table and lit it, taking a deep drag.

“Okay,” I finally relented, scooting to the other side of the couch. A pang of fresh guilt rose in my gut, but I stamped it down. Like I had told Rick earlier – I did whatever the hell I wanted.

“Fuck yeah, babe,” he said, placing his cigarette in the ashtray on the table, leaning back against the armrest of the couch, and unzipping his leather pants. “Take – take all your clothes off. I-I-I wanna see that sexy body while I fuck my hand.”

I felt a blush rise in my cheeks but countered, “Only if you do the same.”

“Deal.”

We both stood from the couch to strip. He tossed his clothes on the floor and I draped mine over the back of the couch. When we were both fully nude, we continued to stand and stare at one another longer than intended. His dick was huge and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“Heh, see some – something you like?” What a cocky mother fucker. But, I felt my resolution to this compromise begin to dissolve as I pictured spearing myself over and over.

“Shut up and sit down,” I demanded, taking my place on the couch. He did so without hesitation, fisting his cock in one hand while palming his balls in the other.

“Spread those legs – spread ‘em wide, sweetheart. Let – lemme see that pussy. Is it wet for me, huh?”

His filthy mouth had me stifling a moan as I lifted one leg to rest against the back cushions of the couch and spread the other so that my foot rested on the floor.

“How’s that?” I asked, sounding much too confident. Thank god for vodka.

“Oh, Christ,” he moaned, stroking his cock from base to tip. I could see a bead of precum leak from the top and I unconsciously licked my lips. “Fuck, baby. Yeah, t-t-that’s good – perfect. Now lick your fingers and rub that clit for me.”

I did as instructed, dragging the tips of my index and middle fingers across my tongue slowly before lowering them to my pussy, seeking my clit.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. He was massaging his balls now and was thoroughly enjoying himself by the looks of it.

“Keep stroking your cock,” I demanded, already breathy with desire. “Twist at the tip.”

He did as instructed and I was rewarded when he thrust up into his hand with a gravely moan.

“Shit, sweet – sweetheart. I’m imagining that cute mouth on – wrapped around my fat dick. You like that?”

“Yes, Rick.”

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, say my name, babe.”

“Mmm, Rick.” I was circling my clit slowly with my fingers, dipping inside my cunt to coat them with my wetness.

“Squeeze your tits – pinch your nipple,” he growled. “That’s my fuckin’ teeth, baby.”

“Oh my god,” I moaned, closing my eyes to image just that.

“Keep rubbing that clit, too. Now that’s my tongue. You – y-y-you feel that? Feel my tongue on your clit?”

“Fuck, yes. It feels so good.” I dipped my fingers in my cunt again and swirled my fingers faster and faster. “Keep talking.”

“Shove those fingers inside. As many as – as you can fit. I – I’m imagining sliding – pushing my dick in that tight cunt of yours. You think you can take this cock, huh?” I opened my eyes in time to see him soak his hand with his tongue before wrapping it back around his cock, stroking faster.

I shoved two, then three fingers in my cunt and pumped them in time with him. “Yes, Rick. Oh god, your cock fills my pussy so well.”

“God, y-y-you’re so fucking sexy. Look at me.”

Reluctantly, I pulled my eyes away from his dick to his face. The expression he wore was one of pure bliss and I felt a shock wave go through me.

“Oh, shit,” I said, feeling the first tingles of orgasm lick at my nerve endings.

“Keep fuckin’ that pussy. Yeah, just like that. Go faster. Use your other hand – rub that clit again. How – how’s that feel?”

I couldn’t reply with words, only strangled cries as I climbed higher. I hooked my fingers to drag across my g-spot, fucking myself so hard that the squelching sounds could probably be heard from beyond the door. My cunt contracted around my fingers once, hard. I was so fucking close.

“Rick.” I forced the words from my mouth. “Rick, I’m gonna cum.”

“Shit, me too,” he groaned. “Fuckin’ – look at me when you cum, sweetheart.” He started stroking his cock faster and faster while he continued to massage his balls. I licked my fingers again and resumed my assault on my clit, swirling faster and harder as I pumped my fingers in and out of my wet cunt.

“Oh god!” I cried, rolling my eyes back to his face as I felt my muscles tense and tense and the pressure mount and mount.

“Yeah,” he breathed, looking directly into my eyes. “Fuck yeah, cum for me. Do it.”

And, then the tension and pressure released all at once, making me scream his name as the waves rippled through my body. My cunt clenched my fingers rhythmically and I continued to fuck myself through the aftershocks.

“Fuck – shit, here it comes!” Rick cried seconds before thick white ropes of his cum spurted from his cock to land on his stomach as he bucked up into his hand roughly. “Fuckin’ – ah god!”

Moments later, we were both panting and basking in the afterglow when I heard the unmistakable click and turn of a doorknob.

“OH SHIT!” I yelled, grabbing my Flesh Curtains t-shirt from the back of the couch to hastily cover myself. Rick made no such effort, however – only turning his head toward the door with a slack jaw expression.

“Hey, Rick! You still here? I forgot my squanch and –” Squanchy stopped dead in the doorway, turning his furry little head from Rick to me. “Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt! Looks like you two were having a good squanch! Well, I won’t stop ya! Squanch ya later!”

“See ya, Squanchy,” we both said in unison as he shut the door behind him.

———-

After we had regained our composure and got dressed, Rick sauntered over to me as I was googling cab companies on my phone.

“I said I’d take you home, baby.” He plucked my phone from my hands and shoved it into the back pocket of his leather pants. “But first, let – uh – lemme sign that autograph for your friend.” He ripped one of the bar’s tattered Flesh Curtains concert fliers from the wall and scribbled his name on the bottom corner. Then he took my phone from his pocket, tapped his number into my contacts and then handed it back to me. “Give – give me a call if you ever break up with that idiot boyfriend of yours,” he said, slapping my ass for good measure.

I narrowed my eyes at him and asked, “How did you unlock my phone?”

“Trust me. You – y-you don’t wanna know how many answers that question has.”

To be continued… (see Holding Out, which can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog description)

P.S. That last line is one of my favorite of Rick’s from the show and I love incorporating it whenever I can!

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez #fanfiction #flesh curtains rick #flesh curtains rick x reader #fanfiction request #helping hands

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olivieblake · 6 years

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Death Wish

It’s always hot in Vegas. Inferno hot, Harry thinks, and the glare from the pool isn’t helpful. Saturday means club beats pounding while he sits aloft in his lifeguard throne and bakes, hovering somewhere between the circles of hell reserved for gluttons and sloths. If someone set fire to this town, he thinks, nobody would even notice.

He shades his eyes from the sun, sighing. Two children (where are their parents?) splash around wildly and two drunk women complain, looking to Harry for assistance. He’s not here for them. Not as they are, anyway. His job is not to be dissatisfaction police for rich women gradually turning their skin to leather. He’s here for when they inevitably try fucking in the pool, or when someone gets drunk enough to try to dive into three feet of water (if that). He’s the last line of defense between irresponsible fun and death.

Despite this, Harry recognizes the collective compulsion to find water. It calls to him, too. Funny thing, he thinks, being a lifeguard at the Mirage. It’s a name so apt it should almost be funny.

He sighs again, rubbing at the sweat pooling under his sunglasses.

It’s too fucking hot in Vegas.

———————

Vegas is so over. So fucking over, Theo thinks, and another glance around the Mirage pool does nothing to convince him otherwise. None of the swimsuits are in any way stylish. None of the tattoos are artsy. Too many people are drinking Miller Lite in one place than should be drinking Miller Lite at all, ever. Los Angeles, he thinks, even at its worst and most pretentious, is at least never trying this hard.

Theo considers going home early, but that’s not happening. He isn’t sure why he forgets every time that the drive back from Vegas to L.A. is always harder than the opposite direction. Drives to Vegas are comforting, full of promise, like diving directly into a sun-soaked pool (though not this particular pool, which would be to aim for certain death and very probably chlamydia). The other direction, on the other hand, is like leaping directly into the sun. And not in a good way.

Theo glances around, Draco pausing at his side. “No room,” Theo says. Draco, meanwhile, is happily drinking a mai tai, which Theo wants to knock from his hands directly into the pool. “Why’d you pick this hotel again?”

(The suite they have at the Mirage is fucking resplendent with the worst of the 1970s. It’s retro, and again, not in a good way. Not to say there’s a good way. But if there is, the Mirage is not it.)

“You hate every hotel,” Draco reminds him. “I’m telling you, Nott, Vegas just is what it is. The city of sin,” he adds, winking as he fits his lips around a weed pen.

“I’m surprised you aren’t more opposed,” Theo notes. “None of this seems elite enough for you. And didn’t you do coke last night? It’s not 1982.”

“What do you want me to do?” Draco prompts lazily. “I didn’t have any meth.”

“Ah, see, you’re joking, but it’s not even a good joke,” Theo points out. “Everyone knows pharmaceuticals are the new cocaine. Coke is so Gen X, and meth, as literally everyone on earth agrees, is exclusively for midwesterners.”

“That’s fucking fascinating, Nott. Tell me more,” Draco says drily.

“Remember ecstasy?” Theo muses. “Talk about a throwback—”

“Stop,” Draco says, and points. “Look. Chairs.”

“I’d rather drown,” Theo mutters.

Draco squints up, eyeing the lifeguard. “You hear that?” he calls up obnoxiously. “My friend has a death wish. If you let him drown, I’d be happy to tip.”

Theo doesn’t expect the lifeguard to answer, but surprisingly, he does. He nudges a pair of sunglasses further up his nose and slumps down, warily regarding Theo and Draco before speaking.

“I died once,” the lifeguard says. His hair is messy and wild, his skin bronzed and slick. “I was without oxygen for five minutes. Can’t say I’d try it again. Can’t say I wouldn’t.”

“Jesus Christ,” mutters Draco, about to walk away, but Theo stays behind.

“Tell me more,” he commands. The lifeguard lifts his sunglasses, squinting at him.

“You thinking of trying?” the lifeguard says. His nametag says HARRY, LAS VEGAS, just like that. All caps. As if it’s something to be proud of. “Overdose would be more pleasant, I think, given the option. Pretty sure you could afford it.”

“That’s presumptuous,” Theo says testily. Draco grabs his arm but Theo nudges him away, flashing him a polarized glare from beneath thousand-dollar lenses before turning back to the lifeguard. “Any recommendations?”

The lifeguard, Harry, considers it for a second. “Not a stimulant,” he says.

“Beg pardon?” Theo asks.

“I mean, could always overdose on caffeine,” Harry muses, “but I have to imagine it would hurt. Like, with a normal overdose—”

Theo balks. “Normal overdose?”

“—yeah, normal, like sleeping pills or whatever,” Harry continues, unfazed, “you just lose consciousness, right? Everything slows down. Sedatives would be the way to go. Want to die with stimulants, pretty sure that’s a heart attack. Can’t say for certain, but I’d guess it hurts more. You know how your heart races sometimes and shit? And it, like, stings? That’s—that’s no good. Might as well drown if you’re going to go out that way.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Draco says, but Theo is enraptured.

“What time do you get off?” Theo asks Harry, ignoring Draco as he walks away, exasperated.

Harry laughs. “Fuck off,” he says, and turns back towards the pool.

“I’m serious,” Theo says. “Hey,” he adds, when the lifeguard doesn’t turn. “I’m fucking talking to you.”

“I see that,” Harry notes. It’s irritating, and Theo fucking loves it.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” Theo says.

Harry nudges his sunglasses back on. “Fuck off.”

Theo smiles.

Maybe Vegas isn’t over yet.

———————

Harry isn’t sure why he decided to talk to the rich kid with the sunglasses and the death wish who has hair that screams Los Angeles who was probably ‘ironically’ at the Pitbull concert last night, but he doesn’t think much of it until the too-skinny asshole with the dry voice shows up again.

“One hour on the dot,” he says, and Harry rolls his eyes.

“Can’t prove it,” Harry replies. “Wasn’t counting.”

“You’re a fucking liar,” says Asshole, flagrantly. Shamelessly.

Harry glances down at his watch.

“Fine,” he permits. “One hour on the dot.”

The Asshole smiles.

“My friend dragged me here,” Asshole says. “The blond one, looks real smug? Him. Anyway, we’re here for the weekend. Drove in from L.A., for no real reason. Vegas always seems like a good fucking idea, you know? And then you get here and six hours later you’re like, shit. This place is so over.”

Typical, Harry thinks. It’s not like hating Las Vegas is somehow avant-garde.

“I actually like Vegas in theory,” Asshole continues. “I like the idea that it’s just so fake and we’re all in on the joke. Like, we’re all here to entertain this grandiose idea that we can escape into a fantasy for forty-eight hours or whatever.” He pauses. “The Venetian is my favorite hotel,” he adds, “because they really fucking committed, you know? I mean yeah, sure, it’s fake, but it’s beautiful. The gaudy kind of beautiful, too—like, um, what’s the word—”

“Opulence,” Harry says by accident.

“Yes.” He can hear the satisfaction in Asshole’s voice. “Exactly.”

The Venetian is Harry’s favorite hotel.

“I mean, you have to like the Bellagio,” Asshole says, apparently not bothered at all by Harry’s lack of communication. “It’s got a real sense of the absurd, you know? The giant flowers and gardens and the fountains. It’s like—the Bellagio is Dada. It’s all just fucking satire, man.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Harry asks.

“Tell you over dinner,” Asshole says.

“I have no interest in hanging out with you,” Harry says, “or your smug blond friend.”

“That’s fine. Been thinking about killing him for years,” Asshole says.

Harry says nothing.

“I’ve got this theory about Pitbull,” Asshole remarks, and Harry rolls his eyes. Knew it, he thinks, until Asshole abruptly surprises him.

“I think he might be a god,” Asshole says.

Harry blinks.

“A minor god,” Asshole amends quickly. “Like Bacchus, maybe? Or some sort of revelry creature, or maybe an incubus of some kind? I mean okay, I’m not saying he’s literally divine, but he had a cold last night at the start of the show and then by the end of the night he was fine and I had the fucking cold, so. You do the math.”

“You think Pitbull,” Harry echoes slowly, “the singer from Miami, might be Bacchus.”

“Yeah, I mean.” Asshole shrugs. “Yeah.”

Harry turns, staring at him. “Seriously?”

“He’s Mr Worldwide,” Asshole says defensively. “Who makes that kind of claim? A god of revelry, that’s who.”

Fuck this lunatic, Harry thinks for a second, but after the idea settles in, he grudgingly decides he kind of likes it. It makes Vegas less hellish and more fantastic, in the literal sense. Fantasy. That’s what Vegas promises, and what it fails to deliver, favoring $30 mai tais instead.

“Dah-le,” Asshole adds, grinning, and then, evidently pleased with himself, he half-shouts, “Mujeeeeeres!”

“Stop,” Harry says.

“I’ll stop over dinner,” Asshole replies.

“Please stop,” Harry says, though he checks his watch.

Asshole clearly notices. “You know I have a death wish,” he remarks. “Could just try to repeatedly drown until your shift is over.”

Harry grimaces. His shift is over.

“What’s your name?” Harry says.

“Theodore Videlio Nott the third,” replies Asshole.

“Seriously?” Harry asks.

“No.” Asshole barks out a laugh. “I’m only the second.”

“Theodore?” Harry echoes, and frowns. “Go by Ted?”

“Theo,” Asshole corrects him, and shudders. “If you ever fucking call me Ted I’ll bury your dick in the ground.”

Harry sighs. “Fine. Dinner,” he says. “You’re paying. And I’m not doing cocaine.”

“Pharmaceuticals are the new cocaine,” Theo says.

Harry wants to kiss him on the mouth.

“Fine,” he says, and climbs down from the lifeguard stand, wondering if he might die tonight.

#guess where I went this weekend?#death wish #sort of inspired by the song #super cool #by prelow #plugged in #nottpott #drabble me this #theo nott #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x theo #to be continued #but not until later this week at the earliest so #here #have this #thanks to aurora for telling drunk me to write it #it was Not Hard sadly #my trash princes

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Once, Twice, Three Times Blessed- The Shield x Reader- Part Two/?

Parings: Alpha!Roman x Alpha!Dean x Eventual Alpha!Seth x Eventual Omega!Luna(OC)

A/N: So the idea that sparked this was literally me wanting to cuddle the fuck out of each of these men and just I am greedy and fuck and just want all of them to my self lol, my wrestling babes no I would definitely share :p As always thank you to my eternal inspirations these babes are my literal driving force: @theworldiscolorful , @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury , @noscetiipsum , @monsteramongmen-tamer , @empress-with-the-crown and many more I love you all so very much <3

A/N 2: Okay so, I know I’ve been teasing this forever and I swear I haven’t given up on it. I just like to write and edit in layers because I feel like it adds more detail and idk maybe it’s still shitty writing anyway. I really hope this was worth the wait for that who asked and continued to encourage me to continue with the Series. I’d like to note that the Moon Goddess(Selene)will be played by Kate Beckinsale from the Underworld series because she’s bae and hot as hell. And then I have chosen Jason Momoa to play Erebus her first Alpha mate. Which will make sense in later chapters. I really wanted this chapter to have more smut but that’s the part I’m stuck on at the moment and I thought the ending of this part was a good place to stop.

Warnings: m/m, m/f, ABO Dynamics and all including Knotting, NSFW, 18+ Only please, Smut, Unprotected Sex (No glove no love y'all c'mon), Fluff, Maybe Angst? But not much, Cursing and I’ll add later when the grittier parts come up.

Summary: Luna has been told all her life how special she was. Her crazy prophecy spewing grandmother mother even said the Moon Goddess would bless her with not one but three true mates. What happens when she finds those mates but they’re already in a pack together? Will they let her in? Will she join the pack? And what interest does a certain Bayou pack lurking around the shadows take on her? Will love prevail or will evil intention of another pack come to fruition? Find out in this story about love, prophecies and the rising of one pack above another….

Word Count: 9k+, Sorry guys I don’t know what a short chapter is :P

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

All tags are welcome, I’ll be posting soon so I can get an official taglist and I am truly sorry if I missed anyone.

Whimpering and answering growls had caused the Lunatic to wake up from his restful slumber. Thing was, the growls were not his own, in fact, it was the very familiar growls of his mate’s Seth. Peering up from sleep riddled eyes, Dean caught sight of his Little Omega and Alpha mate in quite the compromising position, which had his own Little Lunatic that was standing to attention, throbbing in his sweatpants with unbridled want. Dean watched in awe as his pup mate, Seth, held tight to their Little Omega by her curvy hips, his nose buried deep in her scent glands, as they both unconsciously rutted up against one another, creating a mixture of scents that had Dean’s mouthwatering.

...SWEET MATES...SMELL LIKE HOME... WANT...PROTECT MATES...LOVE MATES...

Dean’s inner wolf was howling with delight as the human side was so entranced by the scene before him. So hypnotized, that he didn’t even notice himself still tangled together with Luna until her pulsing heat brushed against his sensitive member that was still very much awake.

...MMMM WET, SO WET...SWEET LITTLE KITTEN...WANT MATE...CLAIM...OURS...

Dean continued to observe his mates as his Little Kitten subconsciously began to ground tantalizing circles with her ass against Seth’s not so ‘little architect’. Every backstroke was met with an equally torturous front stroke causing her hot wet heat to create a delicious friction on his own thigh, still very much entwined with hers, driving the Lunatic and his wolf insane.

.... LAVENDER AND RAIN...PINEWOODS AND WARM APPLE PIE...SOOTHE MATES...

.... CLAIM MATES...THEY NEED YOUR KNOT...

...Will you calm the fuck down not everyone wants ‘The Lunatic Special’ this early in the morning...

.... SWEET MATES...NEED ALPHA...CARE FOR MATES...

.... Jesus alright but our mates have other needs besides sex, just give me a fucking minute...

Scrubbing his hands through his messy curls and down beard splattered cheeks, again Dean was hit with the intense smell of his mates’ arousal, but that wasn’t all... was that bacon he smelt?

Only food could bring the Lunatic out of such a hot intense bubble of arousal his mates had created, leading to his next question.

Dean surveyed their suite, careful not to jostle his blissfully unaware mates, finding his Alpha nowhere in sight. Instead of panicking, Dean gently nudged Roman through their bond link so that he didn’t scare the beejeezus out of his Alpha this early in the morning. Dean felt the answering warmth Ro sent his way saying he’d be in the room in just a minute, with breakfast in tow.

“Try to wake up Babygirl and Baby boy. They need to eat before we have a serious talk about everything.”

Dean looked down at his mates and then his own hard-on, inwardly groaning before answering his Alpha,

“I’ll try Ro, but you should see them right now, fuck I just want to join them.”

“Join them?” Roman questioned, only this time out loud as he walked through the suite door coming upon the very arousing sight of all three of his mates in his bed, two of them very preoccupied with one another while other watched on in adoration. Notes of lavender, pinewood, and just hint of leather created an odd but pleasurable scent that was home for Roman and his wolf, causing him to stirring in want of his mates.

... MATES... CLAIM... HOME... PACK... OURS...

The pleased rumble that made its way from deep within his chest had Dean frozen in his spot, while Luna and Seth ceased their actions, soon joining the waking world.

Dean, completely ignoring his wanting cock, placed a quick but loving kiss to his Kitten’s flushed cheek, and gently untangled himself from her. Hopping up, he grabbed the breakfast tray from Roman, planting an equally chaste kiss to his Alpha’s plush lips. Roman, on the other hand, was still dazed by the sight before him. Though his two youngest mates were now awake, neither one of them seemed to want to move from their spot.

Luna’s wolf whimpered at the thought of separating from Seth... WANT MATE... SMELLS LIKE HOME... WANT TO BE CLAIMED...

... Down girl, first, you need to talk about stuff before you just hump someone in their sleep...

...NOT JUST SOMEONE... MATE! OUR MATE!.....

.... You need to calm down girl. I can’t think when you’re all riled up...

“M’ sorry Princess. Didn’t mean to come on so strong. But being near you just really has my wolf excited, me too if it wasn’t obvious.” Seth spoke through his growly morning voice. Luna blushed furiously at his little innuendo, too embarrassed to move and Seth too needy to let his omega go just yet kept the mates in place.

Sniffing the air, Roman could instantly tell each mate was on the cusp of a full-blown heat/rut wave, the sweet and heady smell had the animal inside chomping at the bit to be set free. As much as he’d love to sate each one of his mates’ needs in every way, the human part of his brain won out. Quickly the Big Dog strode towards the ensuite bathroom to grab some temporary suppressants for his two mates.

...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!.... CLAIM MATES! THEY NEED ALPHA......THEY NEED TO BE SATED... DOMINATED... KNOTTED...

.... That’s not how this works Big Dog... we are more than just our animal and you need to calm down and let me take the reins, I don’t want to scare our Babygirl...

...FINE BUT I WON’T BE PATIENT MUCH LONGER... ALPHA WANTS TO CLAIM HIS OMEGA...

Roman made a promise to himself that they would talk about the soulmate/mate ship bond before anything would proceed further. While the animals within them all knew just who they belonged too and what they wanted, the human side needed to make the conscious decision for itself. Roman never wanted any of his mates to be a slave to the animal side, himself included, and he’d be damned before he’d force anyone to bond with him unwillingly. However, in the very deepest recesses of Roman’s mind, he feared that once her heat wore off, Luna would want nothing to do with the Shield boys.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Roman walked back into the room presenting both Luna and Seth their perspective medication.

Already each of them was sat up and while Seth was cuddled into Dean side eating the breakfast that was being fed to him; Luna was on the other side of the bed cuddled back into Roman’s jacket with a very shy and embarrassed look on her face.

.... BEAUTIFUL MATE ...SCARED... GO TO MATE... SCENT HER... MAKE HER FEEL LIKE PACK...

It broke Roman’s heart to see her like that, so unsure of her place. That being said, carefully he gave Seth his meds quickly kissing his over-eager pup mate, receiving a happy rumble from him. Roman then walked toward his Babygirl, gently placing her on his lap ignoring her weak protests and scenting her until his wolf was satisfied she smelt like safe and home.

“Easy Ro, she’s still really embarrassed about nearly humping Seth and me to completion in her sleep.” Dean quickly told his Alpha through their bond link.

All Dean received was an answering wink before Ro gently placed his hand underneath Luna’s chin, causing her to shiver in pleasure at the way his touch was cooling the heat within her body. His scent alone had her insides melting.

... RICH CHOCOLATE AND EARTHY...

“Here Babygirl, take this, it’ll help sate the heat for a bit. I really want to talk to you about everything before we go any further.”

... OUR ALPHA... CARES FOR US... SUBMIT TO ALPHA...

The only answer he received, though, was a timid nod and a soft thank you as she washed down the pill with the orange juice that was given to her.

“Babygirl, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I think we can all agree that heat and ruts can make us do some really weird things, especially when our mates are also cycling with us.”

“Yeah Kitten you should’ve seen The Big Dog and me last month, I’m pretty sure the tech guy who walked in on us was scarred for life. Plus, you’ll never hear me complain about being woken up to such a beautiful sight like this morning.” Dean chuckled gruffly, trying to ease his Kitten’s wariness. It made his heart skip a beat when he caught the little giggle slipping from her supple lips, lips he couldn’t wait to taste, bite, lick and explore.

... SWEET LITTLE KITTEN... HAPPY KITTEN... WANT MY LITTLE KITTEN...

Seth could smell the change in Dean’s chemosignals, the lust and arousal pouring out of his mate had Seth dropping the bacon in hands and with more force than intended, smashing his lips to Dean’s in a desperate kiss that was literally all tongue and teeth.

...MUSK, LEATHER, AND WHISKEY ...

NEED... LUST... WANT MY LUNATIC...

Luna watched the scene unfold and couldn’t help squirming in her Alpha’s hold, burying her face into his scent glands, and whimpering with the new wave of arousal permitting the air. Though the overwhelming need of knot was placated, the overall want was still at the forefront of both Luna and Seth’s mind.

...MATES NEED THIER ALPHA...SATE OUR SWEET MATES... MATE THEM... LOVE THEM...

... Easy Big Dog, talk first, mate later...

... WON’T BE PATIENT FOR MUCH LONGER... WANT OUR MATES...

Releasing a very powerful rumble, Roman caught the attention of all three mates. Unfortunately, the three pairs of lust glazed eyes staring back did not help the situation in his nether regions. Lucky for them, Roman took his job as Pack Alpha very seriously and while he wanted nothing more than to dominate and claim all three of his mates, sating all their needs. Ro knew better than to succumb to his primal desires. Particularly with something so important on the line: the matter being whether or not Luna will fully accept the mateship of all three Alphas.

“Baby boy you need to calm down over there. We can’t be getting everyone excited. We still have some very important things to discuss.” He reprimanded while stroking his little omega’s hair, attempting to calm her a bit. The Alpha tone Roman used, though, did not help the continual wetness seeping into Luna’s black lace panties causing her to squirm uncomfortably.

Turing his attention back to the little omega in his arms, Roman gently removed her head from its place in the crook of his neck so that they were now eye to eye.

“Listen Babygirl, I know this is a lot to take in. Primarily having three Alpha mates to consider. But, we can all say with certainty we want you as our omega. And we’d be honored to help you through your heat cycle if you so choose to accept our courtship.”

The moment the words left Roman’s mouth each mate waited with bated breath. Luna, on the other hand, bore into the Alpha’s soft grey eyes finding nothing but sincerity and truth in them. She thought she’d be more nervous about this moment but in a way, she had been groomed by her grandmother for this for most of her life. And already each Shield member had cemented their special place in her heart, thus making the decision a no-brainer.

Even though her career had become her main focus as of late, all she ever dreamt about was finding her three mates that were promised to her. It wasn’t their fault over the years she had begun to lose hope.

...YES!!... WE WANT MATES... ALL MATES... FOUND HOME... FOUND OUR ALPHAS...

After quickly weighing all her options Luna finally spoke up, “I’ve been waiting for you, all of you for so many moons I was beginning to think I’d never find Y'all, but now that I finally have…. I- I don’t think there is a chance in hell I could let any of you slip away. Last night … just felt right, being surrounded by all of you, I-I finally felt like I belonged. Like I found my…. home.”

Home, something each of the Shield men had been searching for, for most of their lives not knowing it wasn’t just anyone place or even person for that matter. But now that they’ve found their little moon, they can honestly say they’ve found their true home.

...OMEGA ACCEPTS...LOVE...PROTECT...

CLAIM...

Both Seth and Dean’s wolves were over the moon with excitement. Scrambling from their spots on the bed, after carefully setting breakfast aside, Seth and Dean both pounced on their Alpha and Omega. Kisses were placed all over each of the couple’s faces, spilling little ‘thank yous’ between each one. The hearty laughs and harmonious giggles had each Shield mates’ heart soaring in a happiness none of them could comprehend.

Had they done it? Had they finally found their missing piece? And would they be able to cement that piece before an unknown entity could strip it away from them, possibly forever?

All these questions lie in the deepest of places in each Alpha’s mind, especially with the Wyatt threat lurking. But now was not the time for that, now was a time for celebration and consummation of the bond between all members of the Shield pack.

“Alright, Alright, easy you two. We only have a small window before Seth and Babygirl go into full-blown heat again and I’d like for us all to eat a little something before the ‘festivities’ begin.”

Oh Roman, ever the caring Alpha, funny enough it was Luna’s stomach growling that answered the Alpha’s statement.

Looking towards his Babygirl, Roman couldn’t stop the dazzling smile that adorned his face, never before had he felt so full of love and happiness. Who knew this whole time all they were missing was her, their little moon goddess?

“I think it’s time we got you something to eat. Sound good Babygirl? I made you your favorite.” Luna looked to her Alpha, curious as to what he had cooked and how he knew what her favorite was. Gliding his thumb across her soft cheek as he held her sweet face in his hands, Roman answered her unasked question, “A little birdie told me of your weakness for waffles and crispy bacon.”

Squealing in delight, Luna thanked her Alpha with a kiss on his cheek and then proceeded to make grabby hands towards her Lunatic, indicating she wanted the breakfast he had set on the bedside table.

Chuckling at her childlike actions, Dean quickly grabbed the set-aside breakfast. But, before he presented it to her, Roman carefully adjusted both himself and Luna. Resting his back against the headboard in the middle of the giant bed, Roman moved Luna so that she was sitting in between his outstretched legs, her back resting comfortably against his strong broad chest. Luna began wiggling in delight at the warmth and comfort her Alpha provided as well as the prospect of waffles and bacon, her absolute favorite. Enamored by all the little interactions between his two mates and the cute little mannerisms of his Kitten, Dean began to sport his own dimply smile across his rugged face.

After setting the breakfast tray in the middle of his mates, Dean sat by Roman’s left side while Seth flanked his right.

Ro watched as all three mates happily dug into the breakfast he had provided. The Alpha in him swelling with pride at providing for the pack. Happy purrs could be heard between bites as each mate ate more than their fair share.

Luna, noticing their Alpha not partaking in the food provided, leaned back against his tattooed shoulder, presenting him with a very hearty slice of bacon.

Roman would have been quick to refuse if it wasn’t for those bright grey-blue puppy dog eyes staring back at him, causing his heart to ache in need to please his Omega. So, playfully Roman leaned towards his Omega’s outstretched hand, his own hands still firmly placed on her curvy hips as his thumbs were rubbing calming circles on each love handle. He ate from her hand growling every now and then when she’d pull the food away from his open mouth. Shrieking and laughing as he’d jokingly snap at her fingers, licking them like a dog when she’d get close enough, then leaving little kisses anywhere he could reach.

Finally, he had finished the piece of bacon and she was on to feeding him parts of her waffles. Shaking his head though Roman refused the offered food, “Nuh-uh Babygirl, I want you to eat first then I will.” Even now Roman couldn’t quell his Alpha instincts of feeding his Omega first until she was full and satisfied, then he would partake in breakfast.

Luna wasn’t having it though, so she moved to slightly dirtier tactics. Nuzzling her face into Roman’s scent glands, Luna murmured against the sensitive skin, “Please Alpha, want you to eat too.” She pouted against his skin.

Groaning, Roman’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head from the feeling of her soft warm lips dancing across the crook of his neck. Right before he was about to protest once more, Luna began purring hoping to entice her Alpha further.

Roman couldn’t believe how this tiny Omega already had him so wrapped around her finger, reducing him to putty in her hands. He could just see the future mischief this would bring but it only endeared her more to his heart.

Seth and Dean both exchanged knowing looks as they watched the pair in their bout of wills. Turns out their little moon could be just as stubborn as the rest of them.

“Ok, ok. You win this time Babygirl but only because I want you to finish eating before your heat kicks back up.”

Nodding quite happily, Luna turned her body sideways so she could watch as her Alpha got his fill. Every now and then Roman would hold up a bit of waffle for her, to which she gladly ate. This went on until all the plates were clean and each Shield mate was well fed, happy, and full.

After each mate was well and done, Dean stood up to remove the left-over kitchenware, causing Luna to look up from her spot in Roman’s comfortable hold. Looking up into her Lunatic’s electric blue eyes, Luna whimpered low in her throat, asking without speaking just where he thought he was going.

SWEET KITTEN...LICKS AND CUDDLES...

“Easy Kitten just clearing off the bed. I’ll be right back.” Leaning over Dean reached for his Kitten’s chin, placing a loving kiss on her pouty pink lips. It was the first kiss they would share that wasn’t a chaste kiss on the cheek or temple. The kiss was a prelude to the loving relationships she would now create with each Shield member. Dean let out his own pleased rumble as he backed away and saw his Kitten turn to literal mush, giggling and blushing like mad.

...SUCH A SHY BEAUTIFUL KITTEN...MINE...

“Don’t be shy Kitten, there is a lot more where that came from.” And with a wink, he was off to quickly put away the trash and dishes.

Luna couldn’t help but burrow herself back into Roman’s embrace, nuzzling herself into the warm crook of his neck. A spot that would soon become her favorite place to be, feeling utterly at peace snuggled into her Alpha.

Reaching from his spot next to Roman, a jealous Seth spoke up,

“Hey, what about me, Princess? Don’t I get a kiss too.” Playfully pouting towards his little moon, big brown puppy eyes and all. Luna was convinced her mates’ sole purpose in life was to reduce her to nothing more than a blushing mess. Seth’s warm whiskey eyes and the love shining through them was enough to cause her heart to beat right out of her chest. Gone was the take no shit Omega, gone was the strong and brave Warrior Selene, here and now was Luna the sweet, caring, and playful little Omega surrounded by the strength and protectiveness of her pack. Something she didn’t take lightly. All the walls she had built came down to pieces in seconds while surrounded by her mates. Realizing this, each Shield mates’ heart grew that much more for the sweet Omega in their arms.

Looking up to her pup mate Luna shook her head yes still too shy to use her words at the moment.

AWW SWEET LITTLE PRINCESS ...KISS HER!...

If she wasn’t a pile of mush already Seth’s answering smirk would’ve surely done her in. Leaning in the pair shared a slow sensual kiss, lips dancing in a sensual but natural rhythm. The kiss had both primal and human sides reveling in the intimacy. As Roman watched the exchange between his sweet mates, he couldn’t help but want to join in.

...SUCH BEAUTIFUL MATES ...WANT TO CLAIM...

As they broke the kiss Roman decided to voice the inner rambling spurred on by his wolf,

“What about Alpha, Baby boy?”

Seth groaned low in his throat at, not only the sight of Luna’s blissful state but also the want and dominance of Roman’s voice. Without a second thought, Seth leaned over Luna, who was still very much sandwiched between the two Alphas, to share a very needy and intense kiss. Grabbing Seth by the scruff of his neck, Ro let him know just who was running the show. The charge in their scent and the heat in her belly, made Luna begin to squirm once more. Not wanting to be left out, Luna began to nip at the exposed skin of Seth’s neck, honing in on his scents glands, the very same scent glands that would one day bear her mark. Seth began to growl at the sensation overload, never wanting it to end, it was the sweetest of tortures. Luna, on the other hand, was surrounded by scents of warm apple pie and freshly baked brownies. The scents of her mates nearly sent her into a frenzy and the warmth created between their bodies only added to her euphoria.

Walking back in Dean was greeted to the erotic sight of all his mates entangled together, causing him to groan at the intense arousal permeating the air, “Please tell me you aren’t starting without me” He rasped before diving into the bed, smack dab in the middle of all three mates breaking apart the hottest of kisses yet.

“Not even, Lunatic, your kiss is what started this. You got Baby boy all fired up. I also think we’re in for a long morning.” Roman stated ruefully, earning a few quiet giggles from the omega in his lap. Giggles that vibrated against the sensitive skin of his neck, where her new home had become.

The Lunatic couldn’t take it anymore, he had been dying to hold his little moon since the moment he woke up and now seemed as good a time as any. Eagerly Dean reached over scooping the little omega out of his Alpha’s lap to plop her down into his. Earning a shocked but soft yelp from Luna. What happened next though shocked all four mates.

...MY MATE ...CHALLENGE ...PROTECT OMEGA...

Spilling from Roman’s mouth was a snarled growl that could’ve brought any opposing Alpha to their knees, his eyes flashing a crimson red. Frozen in his spot was Dean not wanting to anger his Alpha but still very much confused as to why it happened.

...UPSET MATE ...CALM ALPHA...

Speaking up was Luna, but weirdly enough her eyes began to take on a bright white hue as her voice came out as a low enchanting rasp, “Alpha? Are you okay?” As she reached out to touch him, broken was the trance that befell Roman and gone was the charged kinetic energy in the air. Returned was the Ro they all knew and loved.

Blinking away his own red eyes and clearing his throat, Roman looked to his three startled mates ashamed.

...SCARED MATES ...SO SORRY....

“Yeah, Babygirl. Dean.” He nearly sobbed saying his name, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Uh-hem. Watch our two mates while I go grab something from the kitchen. Ok?” Luna whined as she could feel the hurt in her mate’s heart and not wanting him to deal with it alone, she reached out towards him much like a toddler would a parent. Seeing her reaction had his stomach in knots. He didn’t want to leave her but he did need a minute to figure out what the hell just happened. Never before had his wolf, or himself for that matter, acted like that towards his mates least of all Dean. Dean was his first love, first true mate he’d claimed. Roman trusted Dean above anyone else and it truly hurt his heart to see the look of fear on his face, on all their faces.

“It’s ok Babygirl. Alpha just needs a minute. I’ll be right back I promise.” Sealing his promise with a chaste kiss on her cheek, the Alpha was gone to sort out his swirling thoughts.

Watching Roman leave the room caused both herself and her wolf to whine and whimper.

...SAD MATE... GO TO ALPHA... LOVE HIM...

Dean paused and looked down at his little Kitten, where she sat in his lap, her gaze still very much on the threshold their Alpha had left through. Had he just heard the thoughts of her wolf?

None of the bond links created between the pack had ever formed until after they had been bitten, marked, or claimed as a true mate. But something was different about his little Kitten and he knew it from the moment they met, she was something special.

Turning her in his arms and carefully laying her down between himself and Seth, he took her delicate little face in his war-torn hands.

“It’s ok Kitten, Alpha just needs a minute. He’ll be right back I promise.”

Dean sealed his promise with a sweet lingering kiss, trying to melt away all the sadness and worries his little mate had. Her wolf could smell the scent of leather and whiskey pouring out of her Lunatic and it had her momentarily purring in delight from the comfort it provided.

...MMM... LEATHER AND WHISKEY... SWEET MATE ...

Again, though the thoughts were not only heard but felt by the Lunatic and it nearly had him stuttering in the kiss.

Reaching out too to soothe his little mate was Seth, running his big warm calloused hands up and down the length of her curvy body trying to relax her as she laid in their Lunatic’s embrace.

...ALPHA IS STILL SAD ...FIX IT... GO TO MATE!...

Dean paused their kiss to look deep into his Kitten’s eyes. Staring back at him were eyes filled with lust and want but in his heart, Dean knew Luna wanted him to check on their Alpha.

...GO CHECK ON ALPHA ...WE NEED TO COMFORT ALPHA...

Kissing his little Kitten one last time Dean was up and off the bed leaving a confused looking Omega in his wake, Seth too rut brained to notice.

“Dean, wait come back?” Came her soft voice as she reached out to him. Turning back to embrace his little mate, Dean extended his hand to gently stroke her face, soothing any worry that might still be lingering.

“What is it, Kitten?”

“Where are you going?”

“To check on Alpha, Babydoll.”

Her eyes lit up hearing his response causing him to flash her a dimply grin.

“It’s okay Kitten. I’ll be right back. Take care of Sethie while I’m gone. But don’t start the main event without us ok?”

Luna blushed at his innuendo, giggling at her silly Lunatic.

... AWW SWEET MATE ... SHY LITTLE KITTEN...

“Dean!” She whined, hiding her face in her pillow.

“Aw, I’m sorry Babydoll. But there is nothing to be ashamed of. Come on.” He coaxed her face out of the pillow, caressing her cheek as he spoke, “Give your Lunatic a kiss to remember you by.” This man, she thought, cheeky as ever.

...SILLY MATE... KISS HIM...LOVE MATE...

Leaning up towards her Lunatic, Luna positioned herself within a breaths distance of his lips, waiting for him to close the gap. But just as Dean went in for the kill, Luna pulled away teasingly, giggling at his reaction. Playfully Dean growled at his Kitten before going in for a second attempt only to be teased further. But as Luna was too busy giggling at her Lunatic, he made his move. Slotting their lips together Dean didn’t pause in his assault, gently encasing her beautiful face in both his hands while his tongue wasted no time in invading her mouth.

... MMM... KITTEN TASTES SO SWEET... SMELLS LIKE HOME...WANT MORE...

Dean’s chest rumbled while little moans and whimpers were poured into the kiss. Dean didn’t let up until he had his fill causing his little Omega to become breathless. Finally, though, Dean let up looking up to see Seth so entranced by the display of love and want between his mates.

Winking towards his mate. “Watch her while I go get Ro but don’t think I don’t see you over there Baby boy. You know the rules, no starting without Alpha.” He commented noticing Seth’s naughty hands wondering the expanse of their precious mate.

Seth let out a whine in response burying his nose in Luna’s hair, causing her to turn in his hold to see what had caused her mate’s distress. Turning around she left sweet little kisses on Seth’s face every once in a while, stopping to nip at his pouty lower lip.

Watching Luna soothe their pup mate caused all kinds of feelings to be built up inside Dean. He knew this was a moment all the mates should be present in, bonding with one another to create a strong link, that apparently Dean already shared with his little moon. Without wasting any more time, he was off in search of a very handsome, very brooding Alpha.

Sniffing the air, Dean could smell the overwhelming regret and sadness on his Alpha mate. Roman’s overall earthy and fresh baked brownies scent was dulled to nothing more than lawn clippings and cheap chocolate, all rich notes dissipated with his mood. This heightened Dean’s awareness and began to make his wolf, even more, stir crazy.

... SAD MATE... FIX IT... LOVE MATE...NOW...

Dean walked up to his otherwise occupied mate, wrapping his strong arms around Roman’s thick but cut waste. Resting his head on Roman’s shoulder blades, Dean began to purr in an effort to melt away the sadness surrounding his Alpha, rubbing his hands up and down his chest as he went. After a minute, Roman caught Dean’s hands, kissing each set of knuckles lovingly, then gripping his hands firmly entwined with his and placing them right atop his heart.

.... MMMM CHOCOLATE ...MATE STILL SAD...

Moving his head so that his mouth grazed the shell of Roman’s ear, Dean finally spoke up in that deep gravelly tone his mate loved so much,

“Ro, you can’t beat yourself up about this. I’m fine, Seth is fine, Luna is fine.”

He punctuated each name with enthusiastic nips to Roman’s ear alternating between the shell and lobe.

“I know it’s... it’s just that’s never happened before. I mean you’re my first mate for goddess’s sake!” Roman released Dean’s hands and throwing his own up in the air in frustration.

Forcefully turning his big Samoan in the hold, he still kept him in, Dean reached up towards his mate’s crestfallen face and gently encased it in his calloused hands, imploring his mate to hear reason, “It’s different, Superman, she’s different. I know you can feel it, she’s special and it scares the crap out of you, hell it scares me too. But I know damn well she’s ours for a reason. The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes, you know that better than anyone.”

Holding tight to Dean’s wrists on either side of his face Roman finally meets his mate’s gaze, seeing nothing more than adoration and love in it.

...LOVE ...LOYALTY... TRUST...SWEET MATE...

“Roman Reigns, I love you, and I will always love you, ya hear me. I know our road wasn’t easy. But I’m here and I will always be here. By your side, forever until the moon goddess calls me home.” Dean tells his mate with a conviction that burnt hotter than a thousand suns. Seeing this, Roman did something in that moment, something he had ever rarely done in their relationship and that was submitting to his younger Alpha mate. Baring his neck, his most vulnerable spot, Roman whined low in his throat asking his mate for forgiveness.

...SUBMIT TO MATE ...ASK FORGIVENESS ...

Dean was shocked but rather than hesitate, he acted on pure instinct. Nipping at Roman’s mate mark Dean had given him way back when he licked and sucked until he could feel the tension leaving his Alpha’s body and smell his scent return to the delicious mouthwatering scents of earth and freshly baked brownies. Roman quickly became mush in his mates hold and finally, he let himself be forgiven.

“There is nothing to forgive ok?” Dean gave one last kiss to his mate mark. “Now, get your ass in gear because there are two very needy mates in there who are waiting for their Alpha. And there is also a sweet little Omega in there who really wants to see her Alpha. She’s worried about you Ro.”

Roman was shocked, he was convinced he made an ass of himself and totally broke what little progress he had made with his Little Omega.

“Really? Even after that bullshit display of Alpha Brain?”

Dean just shrugged his shoulders but didn’t lose the look of intensity in his blue eyes as he said,

“I don’t know how to explain it, Ro. But it seems like she knows what we’re feeling even before we do. I don’t if it’s an Omega thing but I can tell she’s really affected by our emotions. She’s the one who sent me in here, little minx wouldn’t take no for an answer. All I’m saying is she’s going to be the death of us, Uce.” The Lunatic laughed ruefully thinking about all the future mischief his little mate’s influence will have on the trio of Alphas.

“I hear you, Mate. I really do I just need a minute longer. Go ahead and check on our little mates and I’ll be right there.”

Dean gave a look of uncertainty towards his Alpha but Roman didn’t let him feel that way for long. Grabbing Dean by the scruff of his neck Roman pulled him in an embrace so full of love and passion, it caused the Lunatic to become dizzy.

“Alright sheesh Ro. Any more heat and I would’ve been burned alive.” He chuckled looking at the face of his loving Alpha, just basking in his presence and thanking the Moon Goddess every day for blessing him with such caring mates.

“Sorry, Dean. I just, I Fucking love you and I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m the pack Alpha for Christ sakes.”

“So, what if you’re ‘Pack Alpha’, I worry about you just the same because it’s my job and I Fucking love you too.”

Dean roughly placed a kiss on his Alpha’s mouth, cheekily slipping in his tongue to join the party. Roman rumbled as the kiss created a warm tingling feeling, starting from the tips of his toes, traveling all throughout his body and settling a warmth within his core.

...HAPPY MATE...SATISFIED ...HAPPY ALPHA...

Dean’s wolf was finally satisfied enough to give him the few minutes he requested. So, with one last searing kiss, Dean left Ro to his own devices.

“Don’t take too long Alpha. You’ve got a very eager pup mate in rut, in bed with our heat-induced Omega.”

Roman’s answering rumble was enough for Dean to know Ro wouldn’t be too far behind him.

Taking a minute to slow down his breathing, Roman tried to calm all the swirling emotions that were running rapidly through his mind. Roman knew his little moon was special but he was terrified, terrified he wasn’t strong enough to care for someone so special. He was the pack alpha and his mates were his number one priority. That priority being to provide for the pack and make them happy. It’s what he lived for. Unfortunately, Roman felt a foreboding, especially with Wyatt’s lurking. The darkness that encompassed them was palpable and he’d be damned if he’d let them get near his Luna.

Then there was Luna. Finally, after searching for her for years, he’s finally found their pack Omega. Luna was literally a goddess come to earth and he couldn’t believe that Selene, the Moon Goddess, blessed him with such a special mate. What if he wasn’t enough? What if he wasn’t Alpha enough to care for three mates, her in particular? What if the heat wore off and she realized he and his mates were not what she wanted?

SHE IS OUR MATE ...OF COURSE, SHE WANTS US...

...Listen, big guy, there is more than just instinct. The moon goddess blessed all her children with free will, regardless of true mate status...

...THIS IS NOT THE CASE ...SHE WANTS US... I FEEL IT... YOU FEEL IT ...CLAIM MATE... BOND TO MATE ...PROTECT MATE...

...Not yet Big Dog. I will when we go into rut. But for now, I just want to focus on her and Seth. They need us right now...

...THEN GO TO MATES... WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR...?

...Goddess please give me the strength to be the best Alpha I can. All I want to do is do right by the mates you have blessed me with. Please watch over my pack and protect them with your love and light...

“Tell me again why she is so important.”

Selene began to become exasperated with her love and his nonexistent memory span. But the minute he wrapped her up in his strong arms, solid chest to her delicate back, she became putty to his will, especially with him mouthing at her mate mark.

“Because my love, there is a darkness that grows threatening the lives of our children, her especially. I blessed her with my own essence so that she can be the beacon of light in a world I can no longer walk. She is also blessed with three Alpha mates of her own to protect her, just like you all protect me.”

Tensing in his stance her mate asked the question he feared most.

“This darkness, My Moon, is it the same darkness that once threatened your life? The same darkness I fought off, swearing to never see its return.”

Turning in her lover's arms the Moon Goddess placed a gentle hand on his rugged cheek looking deep into his rich hazel eyes.

“I’m afraid so my Love and now we live in a time so easily influenced by those that would look to harm them. But she is different. She will lead them, my little warrior, my sweet little moon.”

Looking towards the lake water where the image of the Alpha in question played.

“And him? You say he will protect her like I have protected you?” Smiling ruefully at her worried mate she answered,

“He will my Love, he is just scared. He wants her to willingly choose him. He respects my law of free will and I cannot fault him for that.”

Erebus snarled at that answer, looking toward his son of the moon,

“You might not, but I can. He leaves her vulnerable! She still has not come into her powers and can be easily manipulated by those who lie in the shadows.”

Settling her apprehensive mate with a kiss Selene spoke once again.

“Have faith my Love, everything will reveal itself in due time.”

She spoke as her hand ran through the water clearing the image of Roman praying for her guidance. Roman just needed to follow his heart and trust his little moon and all will reveal itself soon enough.

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