#as tommy just swoops down from the heavens

[special-interest-boy]

Ranboo landing in the UK

#mcyt #ranboo #tubbo #idk i thought it was funny #HELLO BEE BOY #as tommy just swoops down from the heavens

[crystalcow]

𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑡 !ℎ𝑐

Masterlist // part two

This is the typa shit in hitting yall with now// Wilbur soot x reader !p !c !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: death, loss, explosion?

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Being Wilbur soots child will include..

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𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠

Fundy was absolutely appalled of you

This small little toddler stealing all of his fathers affection

Wilbur adored you

He kept you very close to him

“You will come of age with our young nation”

Tommy and Tubbo wouldn’t be trusted to hold you

Tommy tried picking you up one day

Tommy dropped you that day

You would look up to Eret and Tubbo

You hated fundy as much as he hated you

Any time he was around he would scowl at you

You’d just pull his tail or “accidentally” step on it

You spent most of your time in the drug van

Accidentally drinking a couple potions

Wilbur was terrified but dealt with it okay since he had previous experience

Salmon was forbidden in the house

You’d boss around everyone burn it’d be cute babbles

Attempting to help build the wall

𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞..

You had your very own uniform

If you’d prefer it, you had a leather skirt

Eret would dress you up in different crowns

He kept telling you that you were a monarch in the growing

Slowly understanding and growing up to the world

The walls weren’t so protective anymore

Staying as far away from dream as possible

Using wooden swords the practice besides being fairly young

Everyone trying to keep you hidden but you were found out anyways

Sapnap saw you and Tubbo collecting flowers by the lake

Those flowers burned, and you lost your first life

𝐘/𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

Tubbo blamed himself all the time for it, along with the burn scar on your face

^ it wasn’t very visible but it was still there

Wilbur couldn’t handle you getting hurt

Fundy felt bad, something switched

Wilbur cried holding you in his arms for an hour once you’ve respawnrd

Fundy made sure that nobody could hurt you from now on

Except you got kidnapped

Eret tricked you to going outside the walls

George was right there to swoop you up and take you hostage in the castle

Dream loved you tho for some odd reason

He hated everyone but couldn’t hurt a child

Yet

The man just played with you until your family got there

Tommy stormed the castle and made sure that harm came onto everyone there

You got home safely and just clung onto Wilbur for dear life

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥

Wilbur hated bringing you into battle

So you were with Nikki most of the time

When Nikki was busy one day

That was the day eret had planned to betray Lmanburg

You were wrapped in fundys jacket hiding on the sidelines watching as they yelled at each other

Tubbo ran to grab you when dream was ready to let out the tnt

He was determined to make sure you weren’t going to loose another life

So when you were brought to the final control room

Eret placed his crown on your head

The bodies of your dad, brother, and uncles laid down turning into dust

Blood still stained the walls

You screamed so loudly when your dad was being killed

You were taken back to the smp land for the day and brought back later

That was currently the most traumatic thing in your life besides dying

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫

You stood next to your brother proudly watching Tommy face dream

Chanting out his name

One.. Two.. three..

“Most disputes die and no one shoots”

Four.. five.. six..

“Pray that Hell or Heaven lets you in”

seven, eight, nine..

“Summon all the courage you require”

Tommy looked at all of you, his eyes lingering on both you and Wilbur

He knew you were looking up to him

Your uncle, the one you can come to for anything

He won’t let you down

“Number Ten paces! Fire!”

When the arrow left dreams bow it was aimed to Tommy’s heart

Tommy’s bow shot to the sky

You screamed in horror watching him die for the second time

Crying in fundys chest as he held you close

but you got your independence in the end

The only thing you knew

You hated dream

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜

You were a lot older then when the war first started

Not exactly a teenager but close enough

You were happy when new people moved to the smp

Your father was unsteady about the new people

Unsure how he completely felt about this Quackity and Schlatt

Then the idea of an election happened

You were all for it! Hell becoming the president made you feel great about yourself

Almost ready to attack when Quackity joined with George

They used you for votes

“Hey vote for Wilbur soot and tommy innit! Look we have a cute child”

Tommy pinched your cheeks and you cringed in disgust

They used you a lot in debates against the other team

“You want to hurt such a small little being? How could you!”

You were exhilarated seeing fundy and Nikki join the campaign

Not the fondest of fundy still but he was still your brother

And you and Nikki were really good friends already

So when it came to voting and schlatt taking George’s spot

You helped Nikki and Fundy write a whole lot of fake votes

“Cant we go to jail for this?”

“no.”

You just shrugged continuing to write

The second that the names were called you were on the edge of your seat

Shining with the Lmanburg uniform proudly

“Pog 2020 lost to Schaltt 2020 by 1%”

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt yourself jumping out of the chair

“Take that back!”

Except nobody listened to you

Your voice was undermined by the tens of other adults in the room

“First things first.. My first declaration as the president of this country is,”

Schlatt maybe over passed dream on the hate list

“To revoke citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit!”

Tears started forming at the brim of your eyes

You ran with Wilbur trying to get out od the assassins clutches

Holding back the pain as your father was shot and killed by punz

Instead shooting the man the middle finger just like Tommy told you

The next thing to do was find a home..

Since now yours is gone

Forever it may be

𝐏𝗼𝐠𝐭𝗼𝐩𝐢𝐚

You were disgusted by the ravine you had found yourselves sheltered in

But making sure that no remeninse of scars were on Wilbur

There wasn’t thankfully, somehow

You helped Wilbur mine out a little room in the ravine

Wilbur wanted to keep you secluded from the pains from the world

But he failed

All of you got a wardrobe change

You were sad to see your old uniform go

Keeping it safely hidden in your ender chest

When Tommy brought home Technoblade

You weren’t very amused

“Why is your hair pink?”

That’s the first thing you said to your uncle whom you hadn’t seen in years

“Why are you a kid? An orphan eh?”

“Frankly enough, at this very moment I wish I was.”

Wilbur was quick to rush you away from the man

But you saw the faint smile on his lips

Tho he’s never admit it

You had grown closer to techno, helping him out a bit

But you also slowly watched your father go insane

You tried to deny it, telling yourself false lies

Trying to escape the truth it may be

So when dream came around for the first time and agreed to help the group

You just felt terrible

You had hated that man with your whole heart, so did Tommy

Your dad started drifting away but helping you close at the same time

As insane he may be your always coming first

That’s why he introduced the idea of blowing up Lmanburg

“Don you realize N/n! It isn’t ours.. We won’t feel safe there again”

It pained you to face the truth, but he was right

So tnt it was

The festival came around sooner or later

Listening in with Wilbur and Tommy ontop of the space station

“Wilbur come on, we can save it. We can get our Lmanburg back!”

Tommy was so against the idea of destroying his only home

Worried he wouldn’t feel welcomed anywhere else

But he was wrong

The walls were torn down

The walls which were built around to protect us

To protect you and fundy

Oh fundy, your brother

He helped tear down those walls with a smile on his face

Like everything Wilbur did wasn’t for the both of you!

Any relationship that may have developed during the first war had now been tarnished

“Enjoy the festivities!”

The code word was said and Wilbur rushed to go blow the place up

Horrified you watched as techno brutally slaughtered Tubbo with no remorse

The button didn’t work and now your running back to pogtopia

Death rained upon any step Lmanburg took

It needs to be gone

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫

You stood with everyone

Shocked to see how techno was prepared for action

It felt like years had passed since you’ve lost Lmanburg

Going crazy down in that damn ravine

But now your decked out in Neitherite armor prepared for action

You still wanted to blow it up tho

Just give Tommy a little glimpse of it

You laughed at the silly chant, worried why your dad isn’t wearing any armor

“You don’t need it, remember there’s a law against armor”

You felt bad breaking such an old rule

But for what we’re coming you’d need it

“They’ve got the high ground!”

Sweat dripped from your forehead but dream finally surrendered

So you all stood around Schlatts dying figure

“Flatly patty”

The man just died

A heart attack in the middle of the war

You weren’t complaining tho, just offs the workload

So when you clapped and cheered as Tubbo accepted the role of president

You didn’t notice your fathers disappearance

Distracted as techno spawned withers ghastly creatures

Ones only told in myths of legends who faced them

Three heads, heartless and cold. Told to destroy everything in its path and kill everything you hold dear

It was worse seeing them rather then in fairy tales

You had no clue what to do

That was until your vision caught up to the sight infront of you

A strange man shot a sword right through your fathers chest

And the ground beneath you began to crumble

Pain was all you felt watching the one who held you close at night leave you in thin dust

Who said “I’ll protect you!”

Being the one who’s hurting you at most

The injuries you had sustained from the wither and the explosion hasn’t mattered

The only person you could feel comfort you was the same women you trusted with your life

And throughout the chaos around you just hugged her keeping her close

“Nikki he’s gone”

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And that is part one of Wilburs child! This post became way too damn long with just purely head cannons. So part two will include ghostbur, exile, and alivebur

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[harringrovetrashrat]

I Want It To Be You

(done as a commission for a friend)

Billy wasn’t totally sure how to bring it up.

He and Steve had been dating a while now, spending pretty much all their free time together. Billy’s roommate had been shocked to see him sleeping in his loft last week, for once not in Steve’s single. But who could blame him? Steve was perfect.

Steve had whirled into Billy’s life, put him in his place, and pulled Billy into a whirlwind romance of sorts. If you could call sucking Billy’s dick in the backyard of a frat house romantic. And Billy could, personally. Not only was Steve perfect personality wise, sweet but with fire, he was the best lay Billy’d ever had in his life. He sucked dick like a pro, and Billy was pretty sure Steve’s hole was heaven. Plus, his thighs were soft as hell and he made the sweetest sounds.

But Billy was curious.

Steve had been King Steve in high school, according to his friend Tommy. He’d stopped by for a weekend, hanging out with Billy when Steve had to go off for an appointment. They’d gotten stoned waiting for him, finding it easier to talk to each other with the haze around them.

“God, you should have heard these girls,” Tommy drawled, grinning. “Oh, Steve was so good, he treated me so well. Steve is so handsome, he’s the only guy I ever wanna fuck again. He railed me into next week, I’ve never had dick so good --” He cut himself off with a snicker as Billy scowled. “I assume you agree.” Billy shifted, suddenly uncomfortable.

“I mean, I wouldn’t know,” he said. Tommy turned his head, letting it fall to the side to look at Billy, one eyebrow raised. “He’s always bottomed with me.”

“Huh,” Tommy said. “Not that that’s weird or anything, he loves a good dicking--”

“Do you think he thinks I think he wants to bottom so he never asked?” Billy said, worried. Steve was proud, was out, but Billy knew he’d had trouble with boyfriends in the past. Boys who couldn’t see past Steve’s parts to who he actually was. Who let that dictate how they saw him. Billy liked to top, loved the feeling of someone squeezing around him, but he’d been curious about bottoming. Wondered how it felt.

Steve had never suggested it, so Billy hadn’t thought to bring it up. But now…

“Imma need you to repeat that,” Tommy said. “I’m too stoned to follow whatever that was.”

“Like,” Billy smacked his lips, leaning forward to take a few gulps of water. “Like do you think Steve is bottoming ‘cause he thinks he has to? ‘Cause like, it’s great, don’t get me wrong but…” Tommy nodded, patting Billy’s shoulder.

“Steve doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to. Not after his last boyfriend. Honestly, he’d kinda shied away from guys for a while, so I was surprised when he mentioned you.” Tommy smiled, soft and gentle. “He really likes you, you know. Thinks you’re the bees knee .” Billy rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his blush. “You know, you could just ask him about it.”

“Shut up,” Billy replied, smiling as Steve entered his dorm. He paused, eyebrow raising.

“You two having fun?” He shut the door, placing the towel Tommy and Billy had forgotten about into the crack at the bottom.

They’d all smoked together after and Billy had forgotten the conversation until later. Until he was laying down to sleep and it all came back. He had laid there, wide awake, listening to his roommate snore, thinking about Steve. About Steve fucking him with his long fingers, slow and sensual. About Steve fucking him with a dildo, going all King on him the way Billy would never admit got him going better than anything else. He’d come embarrassingly fast at the idea of riding Steve.

Now all he had to do was ask.

But he still couldn’t get the words out. Couldn’t find a way to bring it up that didn’t make him sweat a little. Didn’t make his stomach do flops.

It was fitting then, that he blurted it out while Steve was talking about his English homework.

“What’s it like bottoming?” Billy said, wincing as his voice came out more of a shout than he’d like. Steve just blinked, eyebrows shooting up.

“It’s nice,” Steve said, slowly. “Kinda weird at first, but, I mean, it eventually feels really good.” Steve trailed his fingers along Billy’s arm lightly, making goosebumps rise on his arms. “Not that I don’t wanna talk about it or anything, but why?” Billy blushed, looking away and chewing on his thumb with a shrug.

“Tommy mentioned that you uh, you had a reputation at school--”

“Tommy running his mouth again,” Steve groaned. “That fucking--”

“And I kinda wanted to try it? With you?” Billy couldn’t look at Steve. “I’ve never really trusted anyone enough, but I’m curious and you’re supposedly really good, and--”

“Whoa whoa,” Steve said, grabbing Billy’s cheeks and turning his face so he could look Steve in the eye. Steve’s eyes were wide, pupils blown, a light flush on his cheeks. “Are you serious? You really-- I mean I figured you’d rather top.” Billy shrugged.

“I like topping, but I mean… I’ve never tried bottoming before and I’d really kinda like it to be you. That tops me. First.” Steve inhaled sharply through his nostrils, catching his bottom lip with his teeth, slowly letting it pop out.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Yeah. Yeah let’s-- Let’s plan a night.”

“We can’t just--”

“We’re gonna be fully sober, Billy,” Steve said. “And there’s kinda some prep that goes into bottoming for you.” Billy nodded, smiling at Steve. Wonderful, lovely Steve. Steve took a deep breath, rubbing his thumb along Billy’s cheek. “You’re such a dream,” and he crooked his mouth in a grin, and Billy swallowed thickly. He didn’t know what to say. No one had ever called him that before. Instead, he pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was Saturday morning and Billy was anxious. He’d prepped, he’d cleaned, but he hadn’t stretched, wanting Steve to be the one to do that. Wanted desperately to know what those fingers felt like inside him. Billy shook his head, shifting awkwardly and ignoring his half chub, hoping it would go away. He still had time before going to Steve’s, so he ran to the coffee shop on campus and grabbed himself a breakfast sandwich and black coffee, as well as a dnaish and fancy sweet drink for Steve. The line was longer than he’d have liked, too close to finals for it to be as empty as usual for a Saturday, and he had to run for Steve’s dorm by the time he had paid and gotten the drinks and food.

Steve yanked the door open when Billy arrived, smiling when he held out the coffee and bag of delicious pastry.

“Good, we’ll need the energy.” Billy smirked as Steve turned, heading back into his dorm. Steve had a single, which Billy was always grateful for. They never had to worry about being quick or quiet. Well, quiet for a roommate. Billy was positive Steve’s neighbors hated him. Luckily, he gave absolutely no fucks.

“So,” Billy began, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. “I did what you said. Everything is clean.” Steve smiled at him, tucking his head down to give Billy a sweet, chaste kiss.

“You’re so cute,” he said. Billy huffed.

“I think the word you’re looking for is sexy. Unbearably hot. An absolute fucking sex god--”

“Oh my god,” Steve laughed. “Fine, fine. You’re the sexiest man alive. And also the cutest.” Billy tried to bite back his smile, but it was hard. Steve shifted nervously from foot to foot before pulling out a tub from under his bed. Billy’s eyes widened when he set it on the bed and opened it up.

He’d never seen so many sex toys in his life.

“Damn,” he breathed, reaching out and grabbing a monster of a dildo, blue and ribbed. Steve blushed a little, scratching the back of his head. Billy sat down on the bed, looking through the box. Steve sat on the other side.

“I’ve been growing this since like, high school. So I have a lot.” He dug around, pulling out what looked like a harness.

“What’s that?”

“So, here.” Steve dug around in the box, grabbing a flesh colored dildo of pretty average size. He connected it to the front of the harness. “This is the strap. Makes it so I can fuck you properly,” he said, smirking a little. Billy swallowed, feeling something churn in his belly. Something warm and good. Steve bit his lip, setting the strap down and crawling forward, pressing Billy onto the bed. Billy let his head hit the pillow, gazing up at Steve as he hovered above him. “If I do anything that hurts or that you don’t like, you tell me, okay?” The genuine concern and care in Steve’s eyes was way more overwhelming than the idea of a dick in his ass. Billy swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Yeah,” he rasped hoarsely. Steve smiled, soft and kind, and swooped down for a kiss. He gently licked into Billy’s mouth, making him sigh contentedly. Billy slowly heated up the kiss, sucking on Steve’s tongue and biting his lip. Steve groaned, grinding his hips down. Billy had been half hard since this morning, and the friction was delightful, making him gasp. Steve took the chance to roll his tongue in Billy’s mouth, moving to kiss down his neck as Steve’s hips rolled, grinding slow and steady against Billy. They moved against each other, breathing each other’s air, until Billy couldn’t take it. The feel of Steve against him, sweat pants damp from how wet he surely was, was too much. He was already close. “Steve, baby, please--” Steve groaned and pulled back, moving from on top of Billy. Billy rolled over, pushing up onto his elbows and knees. “ Please.”

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed as Billy gave a cheeky grin, despite his blush. He moved so he could see Steve, bangs falling in sweaty pieces across his forehead, cheeks and lips flushed. Billy bit his lip. His nerves were settling now as it got closer, overwhelmed by the anticipation and excitement. Steve slowly pulled Billy’s shorts down, inhaling sharply when he realized Billy was going commando. It wasn’t different than usual, but it never failed to get Steve riled up. He cupped Billy’s cheeks, kneading them as if in a trance, pulling them open to stare at Billy’s hole. It made him shiver.

“Come on, Harrington,” he purred. Steve fumbled for the lube, squirting some onto Billy’s crack. He hissed at the cold, though his skin quickly warmed it up. Steve rubbed it around his hole, breath loud, before squirting some on his fingers.

“One first, okay?” Steve said. Billy harrumphed and stuck his ass out. Steve laughed, biting his lip as he teased Billy’s rim. He prodded gently, sweetly, pushing in to the first knuckle, wiggling, and finally pushing in more. Billy’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes. It was different. A feeling he wasn’t used to. But it wasn’t bad. Steve pushed his finger in and out, wiggling it before curling. Billy’s toes curled and he gasped a little, pushing back against Steve’s finger. Now that was fucking nice. Steve gently rubbed for a minute before pulling his finger out. Billy whined. “Oh my god,” Steve chuckled. “You’re so horny for it.” Billy stuck out his tongue, ignoring how hot his face felt.

“Like you’re any better!” Billy propped himself up, putting on his slutty Steve face. “Billy, oh Billy please! Lemme cum, I wanna cum, just touch me!” Billy yelped, letting out a long moan as Steve sunk two fingers into him, giving his ass a slap.

“Dunno that you should be making fun of the guy with his fingers up your ass, babe,” Steve said.  “Dunno that I like it when you get all sassy when I’m just trying to make you feel good.” He slapped Billy’s ass again. Billy grunted and his dick jumped.

“Shit,” he hissed. Steve kissed the small of his back.

“Just wait till I find your prostate, sweets.” His voice was commanding, but sweet. It made Billy wanna listen, wanna follow his rules, wanna-- Wanna worship him.

“Oh?” Billy panted. “This the King Steve I’ve heard so much about?” Steve grinned, scissoring his fingers. Billy pushed back, sighing against the stretch. It felt good. They moved together, Steve alternating between scissoring and just pistoning his fingers in and out.

“God, you’re gonna be so tight, baby,” Steve hummed, kissing along Billy’s spine. “You’re gonna love when I fuck you. I’m gonna start slow until you can’t stand it, show you just how good you make me feel.” Billy shuddered, moaning against the sheets. Steve added more lube, and a third finger. “You’re taking these so good. Shit, Billy. Being so good for your King.” Billy grinned as his dick kicked, and he pushed back against the fingers. After a moment, he curled his fingers just so, making Billy violently twitch. He let out a loud moan, biting the meat of his palm to quiet himself.

“Fuck,” Billy gasped. Steve had paused, and when Billy turned to look, his eyes were wide and his jaw dropped.

“Wow,” Steve breathed. He pulled his fingers out, standing up and shedding his sweats and boxers. Billy could see how wet, how excited he was as he pulled on the strap, moving to get behind Billy. “You think you’re ready?” He slapped Billy’s ass again, getting a low groan, rolling a condom onto the dildo and lubing it up. Steve rubbed the dick along Billy’s crack.

“Fuck me, Steve,” Billy growled. “For fucks sake.” Steve huffed, rolling his eyes.

“You’re so demanding. If I recall correctly, I’m giving you the King Steve treatment, not the Follow Billy’s Rules treatment.” And before Billy could reply, he slipped in, slowly pushing in the head before pausing, giving Billy time to adjust, before slowly pressing in again. Billy’s jaw dropped and he pushed back, drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh my god,” he whined. Steve licked his lips, smirking.

“Yeah? You like my dick that much, Hargrove? You should see the others.” Billy shuddered as Steve bottomed out. Billy swallowed, panting wetly against the sheets.

“Yeah,” Billy moaned, feeling so full and content. “Fuck yeah.” Steve moved his hips out slowly, leaning forward to kiss Billy’s shoulders and down his spine, sucking hickies between his shoulders. Billy was shaking under him, grasping the sheets tightly in his fists.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve groaned. “I wanna see your face. You okay moving positions?” Billy nodded, biting down on a whine when Steve pulled out. Gentle hands guided him onto his back, hair like a sweaty halo around him. Steve looked down, so beautiful and fucking hot. Everything Billy could ever dream of. He pulled Billy up by the back of his knees, maneuvering them over his shoulders and slipping back in slowly, breathing heavy and pointed. Billy gasped, throwing his head back as he reached up and clamped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve grinned down at him, brown hair damp and hanging around his face.

“Liked that, huh?” Steve purred, slowly pulling back out. Billy couldn’t do much but pant, hand clenching at Steve’s pale skin as he felt the dick slide out. His brain was melted goo, struck dumb by the feeling of Steve pressing into him again, keeping his pace aggravatingly slow and steady. “Fuck,” he whispered, kissing along the column of Billy’s neck. Billy closed his eyes, almost overwhelmed. “You look so good, baby, stretched around me like this.” Billy could feel himself blushing, but he knew the feeling of watching your cock sink into your lover, and his dick kicked, wondering if he looked as good as Steve did.

“Shit, Stevie,” Billy groaned as Steve bottomed out again, pausing in his movements. “Fuck, baby…” Steve shifted, moving forward so he could press deeper into Billy. The harness of the strap rubbed against Billy’s skin, creating a wonderful addition of pleasure to the feeling of being so full. Billy breathed deep, biting his bottom lip as Steve pulled out again, still going maddeningly slow. “Come on,” Billy whined, trying to move his hips so he could speed things up. “Fuck me like you mean it! Like King Steve would-- Fuck!” Billy hadn’t even finished his sentence when Steve smirked, smug and cocky, before slamming his hips back in. His pace was almost brutal, their skin slapping together as he pistoned in and out. Billy forgot what words were, mind blanking as Steve shifted and hit his prostate. He got so much deeper at this angle. And Billy could watch him, see him come apart. Billy moaned, low and rumbly, biting his lips to try and keep from making too much noise. The bed itself rattled against the wall of Steve’s dorm, probably pissing off the neighbors, but fuck them. Billy was getting fucked within an inch of his life, they could suck his dick.

Well, not actually. He’d much prefer if Steve did that.

“You’re so beautiful,” Steve murmured, hand running down Billy’s chest before moving back up to tweak his nipples. The other hand stayed on Billy’s hip, gripping tightly. He slowed his pace down, pulling out with care before snapping his hips back in. Each snap of his hips, each slap of skin, each squelch of lube, sent jolts straight to Billy’s dick. It leaked against his stomach and he arched into Steve’s touch, eyes snapping open, though he barely saw anything. “My beautiful guy,” Steve sighed, leaning down to kiss Billy as he buried his dick deep inside, keeping his hips flush to Billy’s ass. It made his back arch and he reached for his dick, jerking himself rapidly. “Yeah,” Steve breathed, kissing Billy’s neck sloppily, tongue leaving a trail along his collar bone. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he whispered into Billy’s ear. He licked the lobe, giving it a bite. Billy arched, crying out as he came, shooting up his stomach and chest. He gasped loudly, groaning low and long as he stripped his cock, sperm dripping out and onto his stomach, slicing down to pool in between his pecs. Steve pulled out slowly, lowering Billy down before licking at the cooling sperm on his skin. He slurped it up, loud and obnoxious, just like Billy liked. Billy shuddered, licking his lips and pulling Steve up for a kiss. Steve hummed into his mouth before pulling back. He swiftly removed the strap, climbing into bed and pulling Billy against his chest.

“Wow,” Billy said, voice raspy from how loud he’d gotten. He never made that much noise but, well, that was Steve. “That was just-- Wow.” Steve smiled, kissing the back of Billy’s neck.

“You’d wanna do it again?” Steve asked, sounding a little vulnerable.

“Honestly, gimme a few hours, and I’ll be ready.” Steve laughed, loud and bright, before pulling Billy even closer, matching grins on their faces.

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sins of my youth. 003

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hey all! Enjoy the chapter. Billy trying again to woo Evie. They strike up a bet. TW: Pica. Light fatphobia. Taglist open :)

Chapter 3: To The Devil

   “Hey, Karen, here for the two o’clock?” Evie was jotting down slanted notes at reception, crossing the name off. Mona’s salon smelled of mousse and hairspray. Fans blared to keep the air moving. Karen beamed back.

   “I am. Need a touch up.” She touched her waves to give them a flick. "I'm so jealous of your curls, how do you get them to sit like that?"

   "Genetics, I'm afraid. Ah, I just dip myself in water and pray for the best." The dry humor she was known for. "Mom has them too, if only she didn't inject a gallon of product into her hair every morning."

   "Water. Innovative. Your secret is safe with me." Karen paused to laugh when Evie grinned, nodding as she finished the notes.

   “Seat four, Claudia’s getting your stuff ready now.” A smile beamed.

   “Thanks, sweetie. You’re mom in back too?”

   “Yeah, fixing the music, she’ll be out in a sec.” Evie flicked a page and peered around. Yellow walls with baby blue trim. Similar to a dollhouse her mother made once. Too many plants to count, but that was Evie's fault. 

   She did rounds and cared for each one. Even the new bloom of begonias in one of the back rooms hanging just out a window. Twisting silk petals all blushed and unfurled.

   Evie watered them, let the soil grow damp. Listened to the thumping of a dryer full of towels behind her in the cramped space. A rhythm she could write a song to. She saw a fallen petal and plucked it up. Felt the baby smooth texture between her finger pads.

   Lifted it idly to her cheek. Let it caress her skin in one graze. It comforted, the mere touch of it. And the calm stillness that followed as if someone was holding her welled euphoria. The petal ran her lips, she felt in control of her senses. This touch that was warm and ticklish. Evie gave a shuddered breath and just wondered. 

   Wondered.

   Evie spent too much of her life wondering.

   The petal touched her tongue and she half expected it to melt like a chocolate. Rich and silky. She rolled it damp around her mouth. Chewed for an earthy twang. Looking at the flowers. Feeling them across her running palms. Gently bouncing into place before she swallowed. Evie turned quick, jolting back into her skin for one fleeting moment.

   She was aware again. She was here. Still patting her cheek to stay grounded. Maybe the flowers would bloom a dainty beauty inside her. A delicate sensibility that’s evaded her all this life. Another flower petal plucked.

   He loves me.

   He loves me not.

   Fingers pulled a begonia clean. Chanted the little game in her head.

   He loves me.

   Swallowed. There was a slight of guilt. She’d stolen the power from this living thing and brought it into her own being. That washed away. She was carrying it now. Patting her cheek again to console herself.

   No one noticed Evie hidden in the back room. Indulging in control. It felt like a dirty school girl secret.  Evie dipped her fingers into the wet soil. Sighed and let the earth fall back into the plot. She brought them up to see the filth. Thought to lick herself clean.

   “Evie, can you bring the broom out?” A voice had her heart bursting. Evie yanked the watering can close, feeling the weight of liquid slosh. Her mother was next door fussing with music still. Blissfully unaware. Their usual relationship.

   “Y-Yes!” She felt this shame etch her spine. The rush of being caught doing something she shouldn’t have. Which Evie Fenny was already no stranger to. She washed the evidence away and snatched a broom handle. “Coming!” 

   “Thanks, honey.” Claudia took it and let Evie go about her business. Watering the last few pots at reception.

   The bell dinged right behind her as she stretched to water a pot above the door hanging from the ceiling, tip toeing upon a wooden stool. 

   Billy stood there, face at ass level and didn’t stop her. Not that he minded the view. A pink frilly apron over her violet dress. Black tights and belt to match. Big shiny hoops dangling caught the light above her, illuminating dark hair with a halo. Curls shifted and she eyed Billy Hargrove at the same time the music blasted back up. Dolly Parton of course.

   Here you come again

   Just when I've begun to get myself together

   "Angel...what a view." His bright eyes scanned, full of glittery stars. Tongue crossing pink lips in a vaguely obscene way.

   “Billy?” She hitched a breathy gasp and stumbled. Braced to fall on her ass before an arm swooped out to stop her. Muscles pulled Evie into a chest. A very cologned, hard chest. Those damn stars danced like she was in a movie, draped into Billy with the watering can clutched tight. Shifting around. Air sent their hair up and the door shut.

   Dolly’s lyric timing was really the worst. 

   You waltz right in the door

   Just like you've done before

   And wrap my heart 'round your little finger...

   Billy and his long lashes. Fluttering so pretty at her. Pulling her flush into the metalwork of his hot body. Evie lost herself.

   Swept up in his arms with no words. No synapses obeying her body’s commands. She choked there looking like the cover of a romance novel. Blushed at him. Flowers in full bloom.

   “You won’t soak my head if I make a joke about you falling from heaven, will you?”

   There he is. Evie rolled her eyes and found her footing.

   “Oh, but I will.” Hands pushed him to arm's length. No thank you followed.

   “Hon, you alright?” Claudia had dropped her shampoo bottle. Few women echoed the call, eyes on the gorgeous boy who just strode in. Evie was quick to step from him.

   “Fine, fine, I’m…” Evie brushed herself awkwardly and went around the reception counter. Mostly to put distance between them, setting the can aside. Billy followed after to lean against the wood so she kept her voice low. “What are you doing here?”

   “I got bored.” He crossed his arms there to shrug, dressed to the nines and hair all done up. Eyes flicking. “Nice apron.”

   Evie scowled at him.

   “If you’re asking me to that party again, the answer is still-”

   “Billy! How nice of you to visit, I hope I see Susan in here again soon.” Mona swept toward them. Both teens leaned out from each other. Billy flashed his teeth, all charm.

   “She’s never felt better since coming in for the new do. Made my old man crazy.” He ignored Evie glaring at him.

   “That’s what I love to hear.” Mona came up to pat his cheek. Billy slid his eyes to her daughter. “What can we do for you?” She touched golden hair to sweep it aside. Mona was just the friendly sort. “You know, we do boy’s hair too. All the time. You look like you take care of these darling curls.”

   “I’ll keep that in mind, but actually I was just walking by and I saw Evie in her apron and thought we’d hit that burger joint for lunch.” His shiny teeth flashed to smile so Evie cut in.

   “And,” her voice rose, “I was just carefully explaining to Billy that we’re super swamped today. I couldn’t possibly go. Shucks.”

   Both Mona and Billy peered to see exactly three customers getting their hair done. No one outside. The appointment book near empty too.

   “So busy.” Evie pressed her teeth, eyebrows lifting for her mother to get the hint. "Extremely."

   She didn’t.

   “Oh, no, Evie. It’s your winter break." Arms waved at her daughter. Near ready to give Billy Evie's hand in marriage. "Go have some fun with the nice young man.”

   What a laugh.

   “Are you sure? I can stay...literally all day here. I can move in here and never have to leave ever. Never. Ever.” Evie was getting her apron snatched off by her mother. A couple shoves got her around the counter.

   “No, no. Go, shoo, have fun with a boy. Good to see you, Billy. Tell your parents that I said, hi. Have Susan bring your little sister in next time. What I wouldn’t give to style that pretty red hair she has.”

   “I’ll let them know.” Billy actually held the door for Evie as she shrugged on her coat. Another heated expression before she huffed and went out. Ire. He can work with that. “Bye, ladies.” A wink.

   “Bye, Billy.” Came the chorus. Both teens grinned all the way to the end of the window before hands snatched Billy’s collar when they were out of sight.

   “What the hell are you doing, Billy?” Evie shook him by the leather jacket. Even the scrunching snarl at him was cute. Actually had his taller, broad frame pressed into a brick wall. Made Billy pause to observe her face. Mauve lips frowned deeper.

   This was a cruel thing and she couldn’t stand it. This back and forth. These sides of Billy that only came out when it suited him best.

   “Making it up to you. Christ, just fucking let me. Easy...” He shrugged off, going around her. She was being difficult about this, maybe rightfully so, but it still gnawed at him. 

   “C’mon.” Billy went on. Not bothered by the cold in his white button up shirt and jeans. Tucked and tight. The gold saint chain bounced against his chest as he walked. Hard, intent steps with a lazy wave. “You like burgers? Who doesn’t, I’m hungry.”

   “I don’t need you to make it up to me, Billy.” She trailed after him. “This weird game you’re playing really doesn’t interest me.”

   “This town is so fucking boring. You know that?” He spoke instead, clicking his tongue and looking beyond them. “Got nothing to do, why not hang out? We’re neighbors.”

   “When have you acted like a neighbor?”

   “Right fucking now, Angel.” Blue eyes shifted to spot the right building.

   He was such an ass and she was still willingly walking beside him.

   “Ask Tommy or Carol to hang out.”

   “No one likes Tommy or Carol, would you want to hang out with them in your free time? Fucking annoying. Carol wants to fuck me and Tommy? ...You know, he might want to fuck me too. I'm the whole package.”

   “So, you’re with me because I’m not annoying like them and I don’t want to fuck you?”

   Billy turned sharp to see her at the crosswalk. Golden curls swept up. Almost offended.

   “Who said you didn’t want to fuck me?” The shit asked it so genuinely too. "I never said that."

   “Literally me, just now.” She pressed the walk button because he had her under a spell and Billy went before it changed. “Ugh.” Evie, ignoring her better judgment, paced after him. Street was empty.

   “You’re plenty annoying, Fenny.” Billy strode inside the diner and didn’t wait before he grabbed a table. Slapped a plastic menu down across the way until she moved to take the offered seat. A waitress appeared from nothing, but Evie figured Billy just had that effect.

   “Know what you want, sugar?”

   “Number three. Coke. Cheese Fries. Jalapenos on the burger and on the fries. And whatever the lady wants.” He stole an ashtray and dug for a smoke, not looking at either girl. Few people eyed them and Evie gave in.

   They were both still pretty hungover and she didn’t want to make a scene. Which Billy knew well and used to his advantage.

   “I will have the exact same thing.”

   “Are you sure?” The waitress looked Evie up and down as she said that. Oh, so carefully. Evie paused to tense up, acutely aware that she didn’t look right across from this gorgeous, golden boy. 

   The thought hadn’t even struck her until it was pointed out, that’s what sobered it painfully.

   “Yeah, she’s sure. We’ll take a large chocolate milkshake also. Two straws.” Billy snapped, flicking his menu up. The waitress bowed her head and hurried away. Evie’s jaw hung open while he played with his lighter distractedly. Eyes flicked up. “What, are you catching flies over there?” He lit a cigarette and her mouth shut.

   “I’m in the fucking Twilight Zone.” Elbows hit the table

   “That stuff you said Heather liked...” Billy tapped his ashes. Ignored the waitress when she set Cokes down. “That was about you, wasn’t it?”

   “Yeah, so?”

   “Museums and horror flicks. Noted.” He shrugged. “You into that poetry shit? Always writing.”

   “Song lyrics.” Evie took a breath and answered slower. This was weird. It was weird that...it wasn’t so weird all the sudden. Billy did what suited him. Blue eyes lingering on her then darting all over. He sat back with one boot up on the seat. Actually listening. Smoking. Present. “I play guitar and sing."

   Yeah, he heard her guitar from his window every other night if it was open.

   "You're always writing too," she went on, "I know it isn't school work." Observant.

   "I'd rather write some shitty story than listen to a lecture about nothing in class." Billy's ashes hit the tray again. “Are you going to be the next Dolly?”

   “My mom would love that.” She broke to laugh at herself and sip. “More Kate Bush or Stevie Nicks.”

   “Thank fuck, one Dolly is enough.” He snuffed his smoke out. “Why won’t you go to the party with me?”

   “Why do you suck with rejection?” She asked it bolder than intended. Half expected Billy to get upset and walk out. Smoke etched out his pink lips when he chuckled, catching his tongue between teeth. This girl was all four seasons in one spitting firecracker.

   “You got a wall up bigger than your mom’s hair, Evangeline.”

   “I built it myself, William, thanks.” Evie smiled sweetly that time, gazes locked. He twitched at the use of his birth name. A beat of staring before food arrived. 

   “Will that be-?”

   “Yeah, we’re good.” Billy plucked a fry up, watched melted cheese string from it before he chewed and the waitress saw herself off. “Don’t tell me you’re not gonna eat like normal in front of me.”

   He caught Evie picking up a knife and fork. She shot him a look. Dropped them and stole the milkshake to sip. Passed it over for him before she went for the burger.

   “There you go.”

   “Stuff it.” She grabbed a fry and watched him take the biggest bite he could. Cheese drooped out the bottom. “Hangover miracle, huh.”

   “Hmm.” Billy was too busy chewing. Evie took a bite, sipped more coke and decided to engage this. 

   “Can I ask why your dad moved you across the country during your last year of high school?”

   “New bullshit job.” He went at his fries, smearing them around cheese to eat with crunching jalapenos. “Wanted to start his white picket fence over since it didn’t work the first time and he thought he could spite me in the process.”

   Billy licked his thumb, eyes elsewhere.

   “I’ll bet he just wanted away from memories of my mom.”

   Evie paused carefully. It was the first he’d spoken of her.

   “Oh.” She pulled for a napkin, eyes on her food. Peculiar how quick he got real with her here. Billy Hargrove was usually putting up thick layers of artificial bullshit. Plastic cheese on greasy fries.

   “Didn’t help that I was in and out of fights.”

   “That changed?” She reached for the milkshake. “So, your mom-”

   “Did you really get into a fight last year?” Billy had finished the burger and was now going at his fries again, gestured so she slid the milkshake back.

   “I don’t remember it well.”

   “Bullshit, Fenny.” He smirked to himself. “I’d know. You see red and you remember how it tastes every single time.”

   “You’re the expert.” She shrugged, wiping her greasy fingers on napkins. Left a few bites of burger because a voice drilled to do so. Same with the fries. “He was a jerk and...my parents just got divorced. I was upset. I let him have it. Everyone got dramatic about it because I’m Evie Fenny and not Randy Savage.”

   "So, how'd it taste?" Billy looked at her eyes and saw them flash.

   He’s had enough! Students kept chanting that in her ear. Pulling Evie and her clawing talons out of the huge football player under her knees. She breathed pure smoke. Hair flying all directions. Felt the coolness of dewy grass and warmth of blood crusting her fingers.

   "It was like..."

   Descending upon Tannen like thunder. Heavy rain and cracks of lightning followed by a boom. Thunderous applause too. She stared back at Billy with a dreamy expression. Recalled cowering through rainstorms as a little girl. Into the closet where she felt safer.

   Her father, Jack, always found her. He’d sit next to her in there and bring her close under one arm.

   “Don’t be scared, little mouse.” Never could make out his smile in darkness.

   "It's...hot metal. Lava pouring down your throat trying to harden inside you." She got real too and Billy's lip lifted. Soft as can be. "Like it's making a cast of you in that specific moment of rage."

   Evie blinked out of the memory. Watched Billy stare again before he pushed the milkshake back to her side. A peace offering. She accepted and drank, let lipstick print on the candy cane colored straw.

   “I’m going to ask you out.” He decided gentler. Intent. “New Years Eve. Seven on the dot. You can show up in a nice dress when I knock and we’ll go. Or not.”

   “You might want a back up girl.” Evie sucked in her cheeks, eyes had to leave his to see the table. Thighs pressing. He'd definitely just undressed her.

   “No need.” Billy crossed his arms to shrug. “Don’t want one. Already asked the girl I want to take. C’mon, Fenny, quit hiding and get out. What are you waiting for?”

   “I’m not hiding.” Evie shook her head, chest sinking. “You’re the one hiding.”

   “Me?” His shoulders rose. Got all puffy like a peacock.

   “Hawkins High King. Billy Hargrove.” She lifted her hands for dramatic effect. Leaned forward to match him in intensity. “Thrashing forth in a billow of hairspray and cigarette smoke. Sun left in your wake along with a trail of broken hearts. You pose for them and they eat you up. There won’t be much left..."

   That sentiment kicked Billy in the chest.

   "...Everything you say is layered in rage and cheese. It’s mind numbing. I have a wall up, but you put up this flashy front that just blinds everyone. You want their eyes to bleed for you. Get real, Hargrove.”

   “I’ll get as real as you want. Ask me anything.” Came the challenge.

   “Okay. Why’d you beat up Steve Harrington?”

   “Cause he was lying to me and because I hated him.” Billy shrugged, eyes averting. "Because I wanted to taste hot metal. It's home to me."

   “Lying? About what?”

   “Still don’t know and frankly, I don’t care anymore.” A quick sip from his coke. “Go to the party with me.”

   “You just don’t give up.” She peered into her glass. Wanted to eat the ice cubes clicking there.

   “Maybe I’m asking you not to give up on me.” There was something almost sincere there like Billy was touching the earth for the first time.

   “Why are you trying to trick me?” Evie pushed her cup aside even though her teeth chattered to crunch.

   “Trick you?”

   “This party thing.” She paused when the waitress returned to clear the table. Leaving the check face down. “You’ve been nothing but an ass to me since you moved in. Ignored me. Probably can’t even recall what I was wearing when we met.”

   “Your mom’s hair kinda got in the way when she brought you over.” He joked and didn’t miss her stifle amusement, eyes rolling. “It’s not a trick, we might actually have something in common.”

   “What’s that?”

   “The people in this hell town aren’t very interesting. Maybe I find you interesting.” His brow quirked. Fingers tapped the lacquer table.

   “I don’t find you all that interesting.” Evie smiled that time and Billy matched it.

   “That’s fine. You will."

   "So certain?"

   "Give me a chance.” Billy’s eyes flicked over her before he sat up. Didn’t miss a damn beat. “You wore red button up shirt tucked into a little denim skirt with suspenders. Black tights. Grey shoes. Sunglasses with big white cat frames. That same gold necklace with the music note and dangle earrings to match. You introduced yourself with your mom. Took the sunglasses off and even had gold on your eyelids too. I remember it.”

   "Yeah?" Her lips parted with the audible breath he stole. And oh so easily. Evie leaned closer so he followed. Hooded eyes all aflutter.

   "Made your eyes look..." Billy searched. "Molten. Volcanic like."

   "Molten?" Evie wasn't even hearing herself anymore.

   "Just, I don't fucking know, warm like..." The beach. California. Home. Billy lost the thought and licked his lips. "You just looked painted."

   "Painted?" Evie had mused then. Entertained now at his odd way of description. Tried not to think about Billy running a wet paintbrush down her bare neck.

   "Yeah." Billy breathed slower. Painted. With the autumn breeze and sun in her hair, slowly brushing curls around those full, tinting cheeks. A subject the fucking Pre Raphaelites would have lost their shit over and painted all seasons. He could picture Evie floating in an endless pool being kissed by fallen flower petals. Draped in miles of iridescent chiffon reclined in emerald green grass. Looking straight at the viewer with intensity and still dreaming all the same.

   "You had on a black tee. Jeans. Your saint chain. A pair of aviators tucked into your denim coat pocket." Evie peered under the table. "Same boots... You looked like you wanted to be literally anywhere else."

   "That'd be the truth. Wasn't you or your mom's chipper greeting." Billy was looking down now. "Just realized I couldn't see the ocean anymore is all. You held out your hand and I ignored it because I'm an asshole. We established that this morning and now I'm making it up to you."

   “And you still peeked at my chest." Evie flashed a cheekier smile. "Said your name only after Neil gave you this hard stare. Max sped by on a skateboard, you must have thought I was distracted. But, I caught you.”

   “I did check your tits out, sue me. I have eyes. You have tits. The world spins.” He smacked a couple bills down as she went through her pockets. The spell on them both shattered to rain. “Already paid. Let’s go, the waitress is staring at us. We'll make a grand exit, huh?”

   “But-” Evie stopped when he grasped her wrist and pulled her up into his side. Spied the waitress scowling as he held her hip and they went out. Got away from the window before she pulled from him. “Get your mitts off me, Hargrove.”

   “Still open for questions.” He sniffed and they went back down the street. Another smoke was lit.

   “Okay. I'll go for the obvious. Do you think we look funny together?” She crossed her arms when Billy leaned against the side of his car.

   “Who cares. You’re making a big deal over nothing. It’s just a party.”

   “The world cares. That waitress back there. Kids at school.” She shrugged. 

   “You.” He clicked his tongue, head tilting.

   “I don’t care.”

   “That’s why you don’t want to go to the party with me, you’re stuck on what they’ll think.” He pointed with the red hot cherry of his cigarette. “Fuck ‘em. As your Louisiana folk would say: to the devil with false modesty.” He mocked her mother's accent with that.

   “Maybe, it’s because you’ve been a jerk to me. That reason enough?” Evie dropped her arms and Billy paused to nod, inhaling. “I don’t know what this is, Billy, but...just stop it. Ask someone else.” She eyed her mom’s salon and took a few steps back. “Thanks for lunch. I gotta go, my mom won’t turn this place over to the evening girl unless forced.”

   “Can’t tell me what to do, Angel.” He stood taller. “I’ll bet you another Coke that Mona invites me to dinner tonight. TV included.”

   Evie gaped at him.

   “A Coke?”

   “I’m easy to please. I’m gonna come to your house for dinner. Hour of TV at least.” He cocked his head. So full of pride.

   “Why are you dragging this day out?” She turned to face him again.

   “I want to meet your cat.” Billy wrapped his lips around the smoke. Exhaled after. “That little creep stares at me from your window day in and out.”

   “He doesn’t like boys.”

   “Bet he’ll like me.”

   “I bet he won’t. He’ll stay in his bed and not spare you the time. It'll hurt your ego.” Evie came to Billy with her own certainty.

   Bourbon was old. He liked to sleep, have his ears scratched, and purr. A lot. He hid when company came and keeps a safe distance once wandering out.

   “Oh, another challenge. Okay, Fenny. We’re doing this.” Billy came to her, flicking his smoke to crush it under the toe of his boot. Cold wind blew. “When I come to dinner tonight-”

   “If.” She corrected.

   “When Mona invites me with her beat to hell Louisiana accent,” Billy insisted, “you get to play hostess. If that cat takes a liking to me, you’re going to the New Years party with a Hargrove.” He towered there and studied her.

   “And that’s if you can even set foot into my house... It’s not a date. The dance.”

   “What do you have to lose here?” Billy offered his hand and Evie eyed him suspiciously. Lips pursed before she reached to take it. His other broad palm came up to prolong it, engulfed hers before he leaned in even closer. Whispering and sultry. “Oh, and literally everyone in that place is already staring at us. We look just fine together, Evangeline. To the devil.”

   Evie hitched a breath. Inhaled his cologne and twisted to see many eyes snap aside behind the glass.

   “Ah, shit.” She tugged from his warm palms and went inside. Billy, cool and collected, trailed after. He cleared his throat and spoke up.

   “I just really don’t want to impose, Angel.” The tone changed and her body locked, turning to question it before her mother replied at reception first.

   “Impose?” Mona blinked, snapping a book shut.

   “I-”

   “Your daughter kindly invited me to dinner, I figured it was too short notice for her lovely mother." Billy made a thing of it to sigh with longing. "Any other day, I’d-”

   Evie's entire face scrunched at him. Cheeks red like strawberries when her jaw set.

   “Oh, no! You’re always welcome. We’re having Swedish meatballs. Easy thing to whip up. I always make so much extra, don’t I, Evie?”

   Evie Fenny hated Billy Hargrove. Officially and totally. Hated his smug little face.

   Her tongue clicked at him.

   “Mm hm.”  

   Billy only smiled, winking. Too easy.

   “What a wonderful idea to invite him, baby. I’m going to be headed home soon. We might have a late meal. Is eight alright for you?” Mona tucked Evie’s curls behind her ear and flashed a hundred watt grin.

   “Eight is perfect, Ms. Fenny.” Billy charmed the entire room. Except the painted, plush storm cloud in front of him. “I also have to say, has anyone ever told you that you look like a brunette Dolly Parton?”

   The woman about squealed at him.

   “You know, I get it sometimes.” She touched her collar with one hand and pushed at him. “Does your family want to come over for dinner?”

   “Unfortunately, no. My dad is taking Susan out. You know, date night. Max is spending the night at a friend’s house. Police Chief’s new kid. So, I’m all alone tonight.”

   “Well, not anymore, come over and I’ll get you fed. My door is always open, Billy.” Mona tapped his chin. “Eight o’clock sharp.”

   “I’ll be there.” He turned to Evie. Speechless. Voice lowered as he leaned in to brush one knuckle along her jawline. “And I’ll be seeing you, Angel.”

   Billy seemed to linger for her to say something more, finger curling into unruly locks.

   "To the devil." She uttered with pointed brown eyes. Unable to leave him.

   The curl bounced back into place. Billy heard her lungs sputter with need and bit his lip, sly. A final wink just for Evie.

   One bell and he was gone.  

   “Mom.” Evie broke to moan and pull herself back together, following. “Why?”

   “Why, what? Let the boy come over for dinner.” She plucked up a comb to put some finishing touches on a woman’s hairdo, nodding to her stylist.

   “He’s trouble, you know about him. The whole town does.”

   “Sweetheart, we’re always going to be hospitable. Especially to troubled souls. It’s what Dolly and the Bible would have wanted.” That was always Mona's sound advice.

   “Christ.”

   “Evangeline.” Mona shot her a look. Fussed. “Do not take that tone with the Lord, young lady.”

   “I’m sorry, just,” she blew air out her lips and whined, “I can’t stand him.”

   “Seemed awful cozy out there or have I gone blind now? All the smiles and nicknames.”

   Evie bit her tongue at that because there was plenty Mona chose not to see.

   “Billy does that, he tricks you and then steps on you because it’s a game to him.”

   “Maybe he’s trying to do better. I know he gotten into some trouble, but what do I always tell you?”

   Evie crossed her arms tight, hip cocked. Monotone.

   “You’d tell me Dolly would want us to see the light of a clear blue morning.”

   “And has Dolly ever steered me wrong?” Mona pointed with the comb before she fluffed the locks up. “Perfect, go ahead and finish this. Good work, dear.”

   “Thanks, Miss Mona.” A new hire moved to finish, pushing large glasses up her nose. Mona went around them and Evie followed.

   “I know, I know. Be brave and kind. Honest and always open your heart. Blah. I’ll be civil if he is.”

   “Oh honey, let a boy be nice to you once in awhile. You might like it.”

   “Pssh. Find me one first.” Evie passed her mom to get her bag. “They only get nice when they’re older and mature.”

   “I wouldn’t always bet on that, baby.” Mona replied softer than intended. “Cruelty takes so many forms, that’s how it seeps into our lives so easily. It’s a comfort.”

   Evie didn’t find something to argue with there. Just watched her mother’s back tense.

   Let the words flutter like silken petals on the wind.

   To the damn devil.

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[dust2dust34]

It’s Always Been You (5/6, Olicity AU, T)

Summary: About that favor... 

A/N: Read previous chapters here. Thank you for the wonderful response! I hope you enjoy this update. One more tomorrow! 

(read on AO3)

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Oliver only had eyes for her.

If there were other people around them, if there was music, if there was anything else happening, absolutely none of it registered.

She was stunning.

Glassy eyes, rosy cheeks, swollen lips, her lipstick still intact, but now darker with the plumped edges. He swore she got more beautiful every time he had the privilege of looking at her. And when she looked at him like she was now? Like maybe she felt what he did? The possibility alone sent him soaring, to a place so high he wondered if he would ever come down from it.

A little furrow appeared between her brows in the cutest frown ever. “Favor?”

He smiled and curled their tangled hands into his chest as he cupped her face with his other hand. He brushed his thumb over her cheek and his entire being lit up when she closed her eyes on a hum and leaned into his touch.

“You said I could ask a favor for helping you out tonight.”

He watched the reality of his words hit her in waves. He sincerely hoped it wasn’t a different one than the reality he was harboring… treasuring… hoping…

“Right.” She closed her eyes on a shake of her head, a fleeting smile crossing her face. When she looked back at him, the luminous emotion that had lit her up had dimmed. “What can I do to make up for these shenanigans?”

“Pretend we’re just two people who ran into each other at a coffee shop.”

Felicity blinked. “Is that not what happened…?”

“It is,” Oliver replied with a stroke of her cheek and a shaky breath. “But for what I’m about to ask you, I don’t want you thinking it has anything to do with returning a favor or any sort of payment. I want you to answer as if you hadn’t needed a boyfriend, and you’d just come into the same coffee shop I happened to be in.”

“O-okay-”

“Felicity Megan Smoak, will you go out with me?”

She didn’t answer right away.

The seconds ticked by and he was painfully, vividly aware of every single one. They slowly morphed into minutes as the walls of the gymnasium gradually closed in around him. But he didn’t move, just watching her watch him, her eyes searching for something that he hoped - prayed - she would find. He tried to decipher the rapid array of emotion that whipped over her face, but he didn’t know her well enough to understand any of it, to try and predict what she was going to say. It left him in a flurry of anxiety that built higher and higher. It randomly occurred to him that it was probably creepy that he knew her middle name, and he honestly didn’t remember how he came about that knowledge - if it had come from her, or someone else - and now here he was using a “favor” to get her to go out with him…

She still didn’t say anything.

His heart crashed to the ground and he barely stopped the crestfallen look threatening to take over his face.

If that was her decision, he wasn’t going to push her.

Then Felicity bit her bottom lip.

Oliver stopped thinking. In fact, everything stopped as her mouth curled up in a secretive smile and she narrowed her eyes…

“I don’t know,” she hedged, and Oliver held his breath. She swept her fingers over his stubbled jaw, and then his bottom lip. Which only confused the few remaining working brain cells he had left, until… “I think I need another kiss before I answer. You know, just to be sure-”

With a little growl that had her giggling, Oliver swooped in and pressed his lips to hers.

This kiss was different, and they both knew it the instant they connected. Their smiles drifted off as the passion that had been simmering under the surface for longer than he could remember burst to life between them. There wasn’t anything gentle or inquisitive about the way they fell into each other, about the way he licked at the seam of her lips, begging entrance, or the noise of surrender she gave him when she opened for him, her tongue slipping out to meet his. Oliver growled again and dropped his hand to the side of her neck, his thumb riding the line of her jaw to press her chin up, to angle her just how he wanted her. Their tangled fingers broke apart, her hand grabbing at the lapel of his suit, his dropping to wind around her waist, to pull her flush against him. He had tasted heaven earlier, but this went so far beyond that. This was pure paradise, utter euphoria, bliss wound tightly with a passion and need that he’d never felt before.

Only when the burning in his lungs became too much did he break away from her.

“Is that a yes?” Oliver panted against her lips.

Felicity gave him a short, dazed nod, her eyes half-closed, a breathy whine slipping out.

“Yes?” he asked again, needing to hear it.

“Yes,” she whispered. She smiled and the sight of it filled him with a dazzling warmth. “Yes, Oliver Jonas Queen, I will go out with you.”

“On a real date?”

“A real date.”

“So you’ll be my real girlfriend?” he teased, brushing his nose against hers.

“If you’ll be my real boyfriend.”

“Yes,” Oliver breathed. “God, yes. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that.”

“Well, if it’s anything like how I feel…” A gorgeous rosy blush colored her cheeks. “Then it’s been a long, long, long time.”

On a grin that nearly broke his face in half, Oliver kissed her again. And again… and again…

“Hey, hey, hey!” a voice said from somewhere. “None of that here, you two! I want to see at least a foot of distance between you, right now.”

Their surroundings came back in a rush. But it wasn’t as overwhelming this time, not like when they’d first walked in. Probably because of the woman in his arms. The woman who had agreed to go on a date with him. For real.

Oliver kissed her.

He kissed his girlfriend.

“C’mon now, a foot. A whole twelve inches.”

They both laughed as they turned to look at their smiling intruder.

“What is this, high school?” Tommy Merlyn joked as they parted. But they didn’t go far. Oliver grabbed her hand in his again and she immediately laced her fingers through his. A ridiculous grin covered his face as he squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back. Tommy didn’t miss a single thing. He smiled like an idiot at Oliver before looking at Felicity. “Ms. Smoak, it’s lovely to see you.”

“You too, Tommy,” she replied. “Or should I say Principal Merlyn?”

“Oh no, I’m already getting enough about that tonight. The principal stayed home. It’s just Tommy tonight. I didn’t mean to interrupt you two crazy kids, I just wanted to say hi. Mostly because Laurel told me about this and I had to see it with my own eyes. Now that I have, please go back to making out as if this was prom night and not actually our ten year reunion. Just please get a room before those hands wander to any other places.”

“Lovely,” Oliver commented dryly as Felicity blushed.

“Hey, just calling it how I see it.” Tommy chuckled, getting far too much joy out of their discomfort. “I hope you two know you’re coming over for dinner soon.”

“Oh,” Felicity said, glancing up at Oliver. “I don’t if Laurel would…”

“If Laurel would what?” the woman in question asked as she sidled up next to her husband.

Felicity stiffened and she squeezed Oliver’s hand so hard his fingers nearly popped off.  Laurel had on a genial smile. It was a change from earlier and he knew Tommy had calmed the waters.

“Dinner,” Oliver said.

“Oh, that was my idea,” Laurel said. Felicity squeezed him even harder. “I was… caught off guard earlier, that’s all. Who knew a high school reunion would be just like high school, right?” She laughed, and though it still felt forced, Oliver knew she was trying. “We would love to have you both over for dinner. If you want.”

“That… Okay,” Felicity said. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Yeah,” Oliver agreed. “Thank you.”

“Good. We’ll set it up, then.” Laurel’s eyes darted between them again. “This is nice. You both look… You look happy.”

“You do,” Tommy confirmed. “Although it is freaking me out how much Oliver is smiling right now.”

Oliver rolled his eyes and shook his head. Felicity’s death grip on him loosened, and he glanced at her to see her already looking up at him. His smile was automatic, and it seemed to be directly tied to hers because she grinned right back.

“See, look at that,” Tommy said. “I didn’t even know his face could do that anymore.”

“Okay, let them get back to dancing,” Laurel said, pushing her husband in the other direction. She offered them another smile, and Oliver returned it. He knew the memories they shared weren’t altogether happy ones, but they had both moved on, to better lives, and he was glad to still have both of them in his life. “See you guys later.”

“Yeah,” Oliver offered as the couple walked off.

“Guess it’s a good thing we’re really dating now,” Felicity said. “Although we might have to fess up about how we really met. Or re-met. Or whatever.”

He turned her to face him once more, his hands finding her hips as she wound her arms around his neck. He knew there was music playing, but for the life of him he couldn’t tell what it was, or even if the slow sway they set up matched the beat. He also absolutely did not care, and neither did she as she gazed up at him.

“I thought our laptop story had some good dramatic flair to it.”

“More than some random girl practically molesting you in a coffee shop?” Felicity asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Wait.” Oliver frowned. “I miss the molesting part. I think I need a refresher.”

Felicity chuckled, her fingers playing with the fine hair at the base of his neck. “If you play your cards right…” she teased. He threw her another playful growl and slid his hands around to her back to pull her closer. She grinned up at him the entire time. “If we really want to top the coffee shop story, I think from now on the laptop should have bullet holes.”

“Bullet holes, huh?”

“Yes. Bullet holes. Because you stole the laptop from a very bad guy who shot at you and the poor tech took the brunt of it, and you needed a computer genius to save the day for you. Well, the tech day. Because you save the day by spending your nights on a vigilante crusade helping the people of our fair city.”

“That’s very Batman of me.”

“Oh, very much so.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve been binge-watching this show on Netflix…”

He smiled, contentment washing over him as she described it, just holding her, staring into her beautiful eyes.

“So earlier you mentioned you have your own company?”

“I do.”

“That’s incredible. Tell me about it?”

She did. And about what she’d been doing for the past ten years, and then it was his turn to fill in the blanks. They talked to other old classmates here and there, but for the most part it was just them, on a quasi-first date that culminated into a makeout session against the side of her car a couple of hours later.

“I’m leaving…” Oliver said between kisses, making no move to do any such thing. “Any second.”

Felicity nodded, humming something that sounded a lot like, “Any second,” against his lips before kissing him even more.

Somehow a couple kisses spiraled into a couple dozen and then ten minutes passed.

Oliver groaned and he forced his lips from hers. The late summer night air was cool compared to the heat building between them. The heat he wanted nothing more than to dive into and never leave. He groaned again and let his forehead fall against hers. Oliver closed his eyes on a ragged breath, trying to find an ounce of control. But when he opened his eyes again, all he saw was her biting her lips as she tried to catch her breath herself, and her hands with her dark maroon nailpolish where they were wrapped around his tie.

She took a deep breath and pulled back to look up at him. “Right. Time to go.”

They didn’t move.

Her lipstick was smudged and he couldn’t help but go in for another kiss.

Just one more… and another…

“God, you’re killing me,” Oliver moaned and she hummed in agreement, kissing him again.

He stole one more and then made himself reach around to open her door that she had unlocked a while ago.

When she pouted, he had to physically nail himself in place to stop from lunging at her. But he stayed strong, managing to get her into the car. Which unfortunately proved to be a whole other challenge when the zipper on the slit of her dress rode higher, revealing more of her thigh. His palm tingled remembering how soft she was from the few touches he had stolen. But more than that, it was the way she looked up at him from under heavy lids.

Oliver almost climbed right in there with her.

The only thing that stopped him was there literally wasn’t room in her Mini Cooper.

“Can I see you soon?” he asked, leaning in. “Tomorrow?”

Felicity grabbed his tie again and tugged him down for another kiss. “Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

“Good,” he murmured against her lips as his lower back protested the awkward angle. He crouched down in front of her open door and kissed her more thoroughly. “I’ll call you.”

“Okay.”

Another kiss. One more. Just one more.

“Okay, I’m going now,” he said, moving to stand. “For real-”

She stopped him with her hands on his shoulders. “Wait, Oliver…”

Oliver waited, but she didn’t say anything, not right away. He tilted his head. “What is it?”

“I want you to know that it’s always been you for me, too,” she said softly. Oliver’s heart stopped. She cupped his face with gentle, shaking hands. “I know what you said at the coffee shop was for show-”

“That wasn’t for show. I meant every word.”

Her eyes widened. “Every word?”

“Every word. And I know that’s probably too much too fast-”

Felicity cut him off with a kiss.

It was a kiss that spread light to every corner of his being, and it would be the kiss she would give him nearly every night for the rest of their lives, the kiss that would always bring him right back to this moment, to when his life changed forever in the best way possible.

“I mean them, too,” she said. “I mean, I know I didn’t say the words, but I feel the same-”

Oliver grinned so hard it hurt and he kissed her with everything in him.

He ended up not making it home that night.

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The best part of writing with a T rating is "oh, fade out time, don't need an extra 5k" while also thinking "wait this needs oodles more smut." <-- But that's only because EVERYTHING needs more smut. I felt it was softer to leave it like this with them.

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[alitheamateur]

Pleasure for Pain

Characters: Tommy Conlon/Reader

Warnings: Mild pain kink. Mild sexual language. Mild sexual content. Mentions of injury. Fluff.

Word Count: 2,331

Summary: You decide to accompany Tommy for the morning jog he’s been hounding you about, but the plan backfires. You’re left in pain, and unable to finish the run, but the way Tommy tends to you is well worth the pain.

Tommy had begged that you finally join him for a morning jog through the hazy, day-breaking streets of the city. He wasn’t currently training for a specific match, but of course keeping his fitness in ample condition was a necessity in the profession of fighting. The May temperature had finally been inclining to the warmth you were fonder of, so you decided firmly you’d oblige your gym-rat husband, and join him for his daily run. He never tried to push the strict diet on you when he was trying to maintain weight, and you were never frowned upon for your very minimal amounts of exercise, so Tommy genuinely only wanted you to come with him solely for the extra quality time it meant with you.

Your kind gesture had so brutally backlashed on you however, and here you were, currently being piggy-backed up the front stoop of your shared, brick townhouse. A mile or so into the mapped-out route Tommy had specially scoped out for you so it would be a safer part of town, your natural-born, clumsy nature reared its ugly head. The toe of your gray sneakers caught a crumbled chunk of concrete on the sidewalk, causing your weak ankle to curl painfully. Thank the Holy Heavens you were able to save yourself from weightlessly tumbling face first into the asphalt, but the throbbing, instant swelling of your foot was enough to have you yelping. 

Tommy insisted on carrying you the entire way back toward the direction of home, but you incessantly refused, and flagged down a taxi instead. However flattered you were by the man’s desire to always portray the role of your knight in rusty armor, you knew without question his shoulder couldn’t handle the 125 pound pressure of your weightless body for a distance such as that.

The cabby dropped the two of you off after a literal 3-minute lift to your street, and Tommy paid him with the fee, and a ‘thanks’. You carried you untied shoe, and sweating sock in one hand, and tossed both arms around those bullish, broad shoulders to brace yourself for the jarring up the brick steps.

“I’m gonna head upstairs, babe. You can put me down here. I wanna soak it in some Epsom salt so the swelling will go down.” You winced into the ear of his that was level with my mouth.

You had expected him to gently ease me from his back to the floor, but he instead began his march towards the upstairs bathtub with you strapped to him like a fleshy backpack. You tried earnestly to squirm from the clutch he had around your thighs locked around his lower abdomen, but his vice-like grip was impossible to escape.

“I don’t think so, Y/N. You ain’t puttin’ weight on that ankle for at least 24-hours. So, don’t even try t’ fight me on it, baby. Y’know you won’t win that argument.” Tommy sternly spoke, but you knew whole-heartedly he was only looking out for the woman he loved so fiercely.

He entered the dark doorway of the bathroom, flipping the switch for the light, and the ceiling heat you always turned on whenever you took your nightly bath. Your mate knew you were like a cat to heat source, and always promised one day the two of you would pack up and move away from the stark winters of Pittsburgh.

Tommy turned his back to the vanity, so your bottom was even with the cool countertop by the sink and you sat down, unlatching yourself from around his tattooed upper body. His profile revealed a crooked, toothless smile after you kissed the back of his neck before parting. A silent, admiring gesture of appreciation for taking such good care of you. Tommy never treated you as a lesser, or a helpless little bird by any matter. But, when he vowed to protect you til’ death do you part, the man meant it with every haunting fiber in his body.

He pulled your other shoe from the back of your heel and tossed it into the hallway near the mate you had dropped there, then stepped over to unleash a steaming spout of the water into the wide bathtub. Without explanation he exited, but you knew he was retrieving the jug of medicinal salt from the hall linen closet. What you weren’t expecting, was for him to return missing the dri-fit white tee he was wearing when he’d left your sight just seconds ago.

“Well, get those sweaty clothes off, baby. I don’t know how ya’ expect me t’ give ya’ a hot bath wearin’ those.”

Tommy sprinkled a considerable amount of the lavender scented contents into the filling tub, and turned to see you trying to wiggle from the confines of your running shorts without putting weight on the injured limb. Your tongue was stuck from the corner of your lips in concentration, and he quickly jumped to your side offering the steady space of his broad chest to help keep your balance.

“Tom, I’ve been sweating, and I don’t want you this close after my deodorant has definitely worn off,” you uselessly protested.

Not that you didn’t feel one-million percent secure in your relationship with the devilishly handsome individual, but the two of you were only newly-weds of 7 months, and an official couple of 2 years. You didn’t want to ruin this foolish vision he had that you were flawlessly beautiful in every way just yet.  

“Y/N, I think I’ve been on toppa you under much sweatier circumstances. I can handle it.” He winked, then effortlessly swooped you into his cradling arms so he could submerse your naked body in the perfectly heated water.

You shifted your long ponytail into a bun so your hair wouldn’t get wet just yet, and Tommy folded a towel to cover the coolness of the tile tub behind your back. His bulky body was knelt on the plush shower mat covering the floor, and you relaxed back to drink in the way this brooding, masculine male was practically worshipping at your feet. A hum of pleasure rolled from inside your chest as he squeezed the aromatic water from a washcloth over your chest. Tommy’s eyes attentively followed the pathway of the erratic droplets sliding down your breasts and puddling into your navel.

“How’s ‘at, hm? Feel good, Y/N?” Your spouse turned apparently part-time servant cooed, brushing a stray line of hair away from the perspiration collecting on your cheek due the sauna-like bathroom.

The painful shocks from your ankle were shooting up your leg like an electric surge, but you wouldn’t dare hinder the sensual relaxation of this perfect moment. You kept a watchful gaze on Tommy as he leaned to pick up the bottle of soap standing on a shelf in the shower, squeezing a heavy amount into the opened cloth in his thick palm.

“I can do that, silly. Just sit with me until I’m done, and I’ll be perfectly happy, ok?” You shifted to raise, offering he hand over the bodywash.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m the doc, and you’re the patient. I know what’s best, girl.”

He was getting off on this little role play, and who were you to stifle his fun. So, you returned to your original half-laying position and did as you were told. Tommy lathered the contents of his hands, and easily grabbed your arm resting on the tubs side, to begin lightly cleansing your limb. You closed your eyes, relishing in the concoction of the warm water, the velvety bubbling soap, and his firm, calloused hands attending to your entire body. Your nipples grew to a slight point under his touch, and he gave a hearty squeeze to both your breasts as he washed.

“C’mon, gorgeous. Gimme that foot, n’ I promise to go easy,” Tommy coddled, insisting you let him take on your bruising ankle next.

The water sloshed and waved as you lifted your leg from under the water, and Tommy made a foamy path from your hip, down your thigh, then to your foot, holding the weight of your leg for you. He kissed the bone of your ankle with featherlike lips before cautiously washing it. His hair had begun to dampen and drip with heat, so he pushed the strands from his eyes, and you felt an overwhelming tense between your legs.

Your lids had once again closed over your green eyes in shameless enjoyment, so Tommy new he had the element of surprise on his side. The feminine shape of your thick thighs were slightly gaped, allowing him to slide to your opening with little struggle, and you instantly shook from your lax state to find him biting back a smile between his teeth.

“Gotta make sure we get ya’ allllll clean, baby. Can’t leave anythin’ out.” He whispered wantonly as he began tickling the tiny bulb above your entrance.

After turning the bottle of soap upside down into his hand once more, Tommy indeed began washing the half-shaved area at the center of your body. The raw, intimate moment ensuing erased momentarily the hurt from your injury, and you let his motions take you over fully. His strong middle finger entered you as he came closer to kiss your panting lips. He breathed in the hotness of your breath for a brief second before massaging over your tongue with his own. He knew how to make this last, and draw out your release, and he knew exactly how to touch you and send you over the edge in an embarrassing, short number of minutes. Tommy knew your body, as he knew his own. And you could tell by his touch, along with the curling stretch of his finger prodding at that tucked away spot inside you, that it would not be long.

You shook and writhed in the water causing puddles to splash onto the bathroom floor, and no doubt all over Tommy. A mess you were making regretfully for him to have to mop up considering your wounded state, but you couldn’t control your twitching reaction from his intense onslaught. He slid an open palm over the womanly length of your neck as your head tilted in desire, and traced downward to your collarbone, and the peak of your pink, aroused nipples.

“Tommy, more. Please, finish me. I’m so… I can feel it. It’s so close.” The way he could use his bedroom talents to transform you into a begging slag was an enigma you’d yet to solve, and you had no desire to even try.

His veined forearm was no doubt bleeding from your trimmed nails latching onto him, in an attempt to still the contorted flails of your approaching release. But you knew there’d be no complaints on his end, due to the slight kink he had for a little pain here and there when it came to your sexual endeavors together.

“Mmmmm… Baby girl wants to come, does she? I think I got just what she’s lookin’ for then.” The grunts vibrating from his chest, along with you own squeaks of approval filled the room with an X-rated soundtrack that you’d play on repeat in your head when Tommy was gone for a fight that work just wouldn’t let you away for.

When he added his thumb to the attack, you sensed his closing move approaching so you opened your eyes to meet his shadow-blue ones staring back at you, under brows furrowing with passion. Tommy had made it very clear early on that he wanted to look you square in the eyes as he made you come, so he could watch the orgasm pulse through your dilated pupils. And from that conversation on, you had done just that for him. Obliging to his particular desires was the least you could do, considering the plethora of ways he had to satisfy you.

With a wave of warmth raging in your gut, and the growing sensitivity of your clit under the pad of his circling thumb, a scream of his name crawled from the back of your throat. His motions strategically slowed, careful not to deprive you of a single millisecond of orgasmic release, and you lazily gathered your composure.

“How’s ‘at ankle now?” He smiled crudely, dabbing the splashed bath water from his chest with the towel he had waiting by the sink.

“At this very second? I don’t feel a thing.” You moaned with choppy, uneasy breaths.

You were carelessly sailing on such a wave of adrenaline and oxytocin that the lingering sprain of your ankle was wholly absent in that moment. Although you instantly began to dread to commute from the bathroom to the bedroom, knowing the pain would only come rushing back like a mighty hurricane.

“Happy to oblige, baby. Let’s jus’ hope these pain meds do the job as well as I did then.”

He cradled you under the armpits as you lifted from the cooling water and draped the fuzzy bath towel around your shivering shoulders. Your hair had mistakenly gone unwashed in the exchange, but you’d take care of that particular matter later.

Tommy made sure your feet never even touched the ground the remainder of the evening. Settling you back into bed even though it was barely noon-time, he taped an ice-pack to your foot then left your side only to take a shower of his own before joining you for a lazy, Summer Saturday. He elevated your leg to minimalize the swelling, and then wrapped you with a cloth bandage. Thankfully, he was well-equipped to take care of matters as such, due to nursing many of his own ailments caused in the cage. He waited on you hand-and-foot unreservedly, even stuffing his healthy-toned body with some of your favorite ice cream he had treated you to.

“From ‘ere on out, maybe we should keep your workouts in the bedroom, baby. Leave the jogging to me, ay’?”

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[cottontail20]

At the Barton Farm, Clint and Laura tried desperately to calm the distraught baby Maximoffs, as Billy's wail had now set off Tommy as well. Cooper and Lila both wore headphones, while little Nate was covering his ears with his hands.

"I don't get it!" Clint panicked, bouncing Billy in his arms, while his wife did the same with Tommy. "He was fine a minute ago.. they were both fine!"

"Have you checked his diaper?" Laura asked, as she checked Tommy's.

"Yes!"

"Offered a bottle?"

"Yes!"

"Well.. sometimes babies just cry, Honey. There doesn't always need to be a reason."

"They don't usually cry like this.." Clint's face had grown pale. "Something is wrong.." --

Vision zoomed over Wakanda as fast as he could, following Wanda, following the connection they'd always shared.

"Hey!" cried Sam when he saw him. Hey, Vision, what the hell are you doing? Vision!"

Vision ignored his friend as he flew on, only one goal in his mind. He had to save Wanda.

Finally he spotted her, in a clearing amongst the trees. Struggling feebly in Thanos's grip, the Titan's fingers shifting, about to crush her throat.

No.

Vision swooped low, into the clearing, firing a blast at Thanos's fingers, forcing him to release his grip on Wanda.

Wanda fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, groaning, then looked up in horror when she saw Vision landing.

"Vizh, no! Get out of here now!"

Thanos rounded on Vision, a wicked grin crossing his face when he saw the Mind Stone in the centre of his forehead.

"So. She was trying to protect you.."

"A mistake on my part" said Vision cooly. "I am not usually one to let other people be hurt for me."

"If you give me that Stone willingly" Thanos said, "Nobody else has to be.."

He was cut off when Vision fired another warning blast from the stone. The Mad Titan's arm blistered where it had struck.

"That's not going to happen.." Vision stood firm, determined.

Slowly, her head still throbbing from where she'd been hurt earlier, Wanda slowly clambered to her feet. Summoning every last bit of energy that she had left..

"Well," Thanos growled, "You've made your choice.." He raised his Gauntleted hand.

"No!" As Wanda's voice echoed through the clearing, the hand on which Thanos wore the Gauntlet stalled, surrounded by red energy. Another tendril of red crept into his temple once again. "Don't move!"

Thanos realised, with no small amount of shock, that he was rooted to the spot, with no way to escape. The girl was using power drawn from the one Infinity Stone that he did not possess.

"Wanda.." Vision rushed to her side, very much awed by her.

"I don't know how long I can hold him.." She was clearly under quite a lot of strain. "The Gauntlet, Vizh.. we need to get it off him.."

Vision nodded, rushing over to grasp and tug at the Gauntlet, Wanda aiding him with her power as much as she could, but it was a struggle to help and keep Thanos still at the same time.

Bruce, still safe within the Hulkbuster suit, got to his feet, jaw dropping when he saw what was going on. He worked to rouse Steve and Bucky.

"Come on, we have to help!"

The three men rushed to aid Vision.

Wanda wasn't sure that it was enough. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up.

"Help.. Thanos.. We need help.." --

"Help.. Thanos.. We need help.."

Wanda Maximoff's voice echoed through the minds of all those on the Wakandan battlefield. --

Natasha and Okoye looked at each other, running faster. --

The strange friends Thor had brought with him, the raccoon and the talking tree, defeated their current foes, then ran towards where they somehow knew they had to go. --

Sam and Rhodey soared across the battlefield to the aid of their friends. --

T'Challa shouted a few orders to Wakandan soldiers before he too rushed off. --

"Help.. Thanos.. We need help.."

Thor heard the voice in his mind. Took off, Stormbreaker at the ready.

"This ends now." --

Just when she was beginning to lose hope, Wanda noticed their allies storming into the clearing. Running to either help Vision pull off the Gauntlet, or helping Wanda to hold Thanos still.

Even with the help, Wanda wasn't sure she could keep her hold over the Mad Titan for much longer. Thankfully, she saw the Gauntlet beginning to slip from his large purple hand. Unfortunately, she also felt his mind slipping from her grasp.

Just as he seemed to break free of Wanda's influence, Thor, looking more like a God than he ever had before, descended as if from the heavens, slamming Stormbreaker deep into Thanos's chest. The rest of the Avengers were thrown aside with the impact of the axe's blow.

"I told you you were going to die for that."

Thanos seemed dazed for a moment, then scowled, raising his hand, but to his horror, the gauntlet was gone. The Titan turned his head to see Vision, the Infinity Gauntlet clutched in his hands.

"We will be taking this now, I'm sure you understand.."

Wanda chuckled weakly at his joke. Her head was still throbbing.

"Funny, Vizh.." Wanda chuckled weakly at his joke. Her head was still throbbing.

"Wanda?" Vision frowned. She suddenly looked quite pale.

"My.. Funny Vizh.." Wanda crumpled.

"Wanda!" Vision threw the Gauntlet to Steve, then rushed to catch her as she fell. "Wanda!"

No-one noticed Shuri's drone hovering away from the scene of the battle. --

Wanda was flying. But she wasn't flying herself.

She was in his arms. Vision's arms. Just as she had been when he saved her from the crumbling Sokovia.

Then, she had been upset with him for saving her. Unsure she wanted to go on.

But now, Wanda knew there was nowhere she'd rather be than in Vision's arms.

She smiled weakly, and settled into peaceful oblivion for a little longer. --

Sometime later, Wanda woke fully, blinking, groaning softly.

"Ce s-a intamplat?"

"Hello" Vision gently squeezed her hand, and Wanda turned her head to see him gazing gently at her. "You gave us a bit of a scare for a moment.. You are a little bit concussed."

"What happened, Vizh?" Wanda repeated. She heard soft snoring, and noticed that Natasha was slumped, fast asleep, in the chair on the other side of her bed. "Did we win?"

"We won" Vision confirmed with a grin. "Thor finished him off."

"So you.."

"I don't have to give up the Stone anymore. But everyone has been very worried about you. They'll be very happy to know you're awake."

"Worried?"

"Of course" Vision kissed her forehead. "Bruce was quite distraught that you may have hurt yourself because of his suggestion. But we wouldn't have won without you. And the best part is, the whole world knows!"

"How?" Wanda frowned, confused.

"Shuri.." Vision smiled, switching on the Television above Wanda's hospital bed. To her surprise, footage of their fight with Thanos was displayed on the screen behind a News Reporter. "Shuri sent out a drone, and set it to live-stream the battle around the world."

"She did?" Wanda was slightly in shock.

"She did" Vision's eyes were shining. "Everyone saw what you did, Wanda. They saw who you really are. They saw what I see. And.."

"And?" Wanda reached out to gently brush a happy tear from Vision's cheek.

Vision changed the channel. Large protests seemed to be going on across America. They had seen Wanda and Vision fighting Thanos. They had seen the Secret Avengers fighting for the World. They were chanting.

"Let them come home! Let them come home!"

There was a brief image of Secretary Ross on the screen, spouting increasingly frantic arguments against Steve and the rest, but he was fighting a losing battle.

Especially since, Wanda realised with a slight shock, Tony Stark had returned, and was leading the New York branch of the protesters.

"He finally called Steve" said Vision. "They talked for a long time. Tony says the protesters are winning. You and the others are getting a Presidential pardon. It should be through in a day or two."

"So.." Hope swelled in Wanda's heart. "Then we can.."

"Yes" Vision beamed. "We can go home to our boys."

A wonderful smile spread over Wanda's face, and she jumped up and threw herself into Vision's arms, kissing him soundly.

No more stolen moments, or all too brief visits. No more fearing what the future held. They could settle down with their sons, be a real family.

She didn't have to run anymore.

Notes:

Translation:

"Ce s-a intamplat?": What happened?

#scarletvision #scarlet vision #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #the vision #vision #wanda x vision #vision x wanda #Avengers #marvel #MCU

[redditnosleep]

Has Anyone Else Seen This Strange Infomercial?

by crystakat. Warning for child abuse.

February 11th

Let me tell you the secret of the century: being a single parent is hard. Yeah, of course it’s worth it and all, but I’m not sure how anyone does this for eighteen years. Shift at the hospital, hurry home and check on Tommy, four hours of shut-eye tops, then another eight hours working retail, rinse and repeat. It’s awesome.

With a schedule that tight, you think I’d froth at the mouth for the chance to get some extra sleep, but lately my insomnia’s getting real bad. The circles under my eyes are starting to look like a permanent fixture. When Tommy’s crying is ringing in my ears and I feel like I’m about to shatter into little pieces, there’s only one outlet: late-night TV. Infomercials, to be exact. More infomercials than you can count.

Sitting in front of the ghostly blue glow of the screen is just about the only thing that helps distract from a one-year-old’s incessant wailing. Yeah, yeah, before you revoke my “good parenting” card, I’ll have you know Tommy cries over nothing. The kid’s fed and watered, but he’ll scream like it’s the end of the world.

There’s no feeling quite like slipping into a near-fugue state at two in the morning with the words buy now, and we’ll throw in a free pack of refills! ringing around in your head, like ping-pong balls ricocheting in an empty room. At some point, if you’re lucky, you’ll slip into unconsciousness and wake up with your face mashed into the couch.

I’ve pretty much seen them all by now. Catalogued in them head. There’s the blender that promises to make meal prep 5000% more efficient, the hairdryer from heaven, the neck-cushioner that’ll cure your arthritis, the vacuum cleaner that connects to Bluetooth and probably can sleep with your wife. A hundred perky men and women going on about weight loss pills and makeup and kitchen knives and towels that’ll revolutionize your life, no really, we promise or your money back.

Well, all except one. Last night, I saw a new infomercial that I’m still not quite sure if I hallucinated or not. It was maybe 3AM, and my mind was throbbing, pulsing inside my skull. I’d all but given up on sleep. The blonde woman on the screen had just finished her spiel about cubic zirconia jewelry, and then this way-too-catchy jingle was blaring from the TV:

Spleeno! Spleeno all your worries away! Spleeno! Spleeno makes a better today!

It was a chorus of high-pitched voices, I think, something childish like you’d hear in a toy commercial. The lyrics to the jingle flashed across the screen in fat, cartoonish letters.

Next, there was one of those “before” montages. You know, the clips of people cracking eggs onto the floor or groaning about their bad back, before the miracle product swoops in to save them. It was pretty standard: a black-and-white shot of a young woman applying mascara in the mirror, making an exaggerated mess of it by smudging it all over her eyelids. She frowned at the finished result. The camera zoomed in on her clumped-together lashes. The whole time, this glum, almost comically sad tune played in the background.

It transitioned into a full-color scene of the woman beaming into the mirror. The words SPLEENO! hung above her head, and the music was now generically upbeat. Look. I hadn’t slept in around thirty-six hours, and I’d started to feel like my brain was melting out of my ears, so I don’t know what I saw. But it sure as hell looked like this pretty girl brought a pair of tweezers up to her eyelids and began plucking out her lashes, one by one, all with a TV-ready smile splayed across her face. No time lapse or anything. It might have gone on for five minutes or fifteen. When it was finished, she almost looked normal, but if you looked close, you could see her completely bare lids.

The infomercial ended with the SPLEENO! jingle playing again while the woman beamed into the camera. She picked up a tube of mascara, looked at it, then tossed it aside. It was so strange that I figured it had to be a parody, complete with an “after” montage of overacting and smiling. I know this sounds crazy, but afterwards, I felt almost relieved. Like some small weight I didn’t even know was there had been taken off my shoulders.

Then Tommy’s crying started up again, and the feeling was lost.

February 13th

I saw it again last night. Honest to god. I actually did pass out for around an hour before waking up, feeling like absolute crap. I peeled myself off the couch to check on Tommy. He was sleeping for once, and I promptly returned to the living room to tune in to my favorite channel.

I watched the same toaster infomercial twice before it came on again. When the jingle started, my heart sped up: Spleeno! Spleeno all your worries away! Spleeno! Spleeno makes a better today! Whatever this was, it had one hell of a catchy tune. The kind that crops up in your mind at the worst of moments.

Call it morbid curiosity. I wanted to see what was going to play this time. It was too early to be an April Fool’s prank, but maybe it was all a joke by someone with a seriously weird sense of humor, or promo for an upcoming movie.

The jingle ended, and the colors quickly faded to black and white. I watched as a middle-aged man came on screen. He was dressed in his pajamas, his hair tousled in a TV version of a messy bedhead. He stood in front of the mirror and cupped his cheek with a grimace, then opened his mouth to inspect his teeth: they were yellow and crooked, some of them sitting at angles that looked downright painful. I could see black spots of rot on his molars. He poured a cupful of mouthwash and gargled, but his face creased as if he was in agony and he quickly spit it all down the drain.

The scene shifted, and the now-technicolored man was dressed smartly in work clothes, his hair slicked down with gel. SPLEENO! danced across the screen in burning pink letters. The counter was littered with teeth. He looked into his mirror and smiled, revealing a completely toothless mouth with raw, bloody gums. I should have been disgusted, but that reaction never came. Instead I was... fascinated. The man didn’t look to be in pain. He seemed almost elated. And why shouldn’t he be? His pain was gone. I wondered how he felt—light, carefree. I felt a little scared for feeling the way I did, but I couldn’t deny it, either.

Afterwards, I stuck around to watch a mattress commercial, but found that my eyes closed of their own volition, and I finally fell into shallow, dreamless sleep. I woke up feeling unsatisfied, like I’d had some unfinished business in a dream, but couldn’t remember what.

February 17th

I’ve stayed up every night since Tuesday and it hasn’t come on a single time. I know what I saw, but at the same time I’m starting to doubt myself. Maybe I dreamed it all up. Either way, I haven’t slept a minute in three nights.

I almost crashed the car during a milk run for formula and diapers this morning. Tommy is driving me up the wall. I could swear he wakes up and starts sounding off the minute I get home, and shuts up once I’m at work. God, I wish I had the money for a sitter. Just one night of peace and quiet might be enough. Nothing around me seems solid, anymore. It’s like the world is slipping away, and there’s only me, a sack of blood and bones dragging itself to places that feel like hollow imprints. I know I look like shit, but I’m finding it hard to care.

I wonder if this is how people lost in the desert feel, when they see that last mirage of cool water.

February 18th

It came on at 1AM. I can’t explain it, but the moment I heard the first notes to the jingle, I felt a wave of relief crashing down on me. The world felt real again.

I kept my eyes glued to the screen. There was an elderly woman this time, walking down a set of stairs to that same sad tune. With her coiffed gray hair and red sweater, she looked like a character out of a Christmas movie, the sweet old lady about to serve her grandkids chocolate-chip cookies with a smile. She wasn’t smiling now, though. Each time her right foot made contact with the steps, she winced, quickly shifting her weight to her left. Bad knee. Once she got to the bottom, she rested on the banister and caught her breath. The next few clips showed her hobbling around the house—I realized it was the same one the others were shot in—and clutching at her kneecap every few seconds.

Right then, it was as if I could feel the pain shooting up my leg, too. I wanted her to be free of it. I wanted to feel light again. I watched as the TV cut to a close-up shot of the old woman sleeping in bed. Her gray hair was spread out on the pillow like a halo. The camera slowly pulled out, revealing the rest of her nightgown-clad body and the smooth, round stump of her right leg. I noticed it’d been severed just above the knee, and it looked to have healed completely, the skin intact except for a line of white scarring. I examined her face. With her mouth curled into a smile, she was the picture of tranquility. I couldn’t help but smile myself. Her pain was gone now, discarded with the unbearable weight of all that putrid flesh. For the first time in a long time, I felt at ease, perfectly content, even. I kept smiling as the jingle ran again.

Spleeno! Spleeno all your worries away! Spleeno! Spleeno makes a better today!

I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night, but I kept grinning anyway, enjoying the way those words rolled off my tongue.

February 20th

Yesterday was the best one yet! I didn’t go to work, just in case I’d miss it while I was gone. Tommy was crying as usual, and he was annoying as ever, but I didn’t let him distract me.

I kept my attention on the TV. The infomercial came on around midnight—earlier than usual. It featured a man and his dog. A golden retriever. Even with the grainy quality, I could see that it was a beautiful specimen, its coat sleek and its eyes bright. Too bad it just wouldn’t shut up. Its barking went on and on, all through the night, and my heart clenched with sympathy as the man groaned and clapped his hands over his ears. The barks seemed to grow in volume until it was unbearable. I shook my head as the man tried a pair of earplugs to block out the noise. I knew all too well those didn’t work. Tommy’s cries could penetrate through anything.

I was on the edge of my seat waiting for what came next. The black-and-white gave way to color, and the man went from tired and groggy to well-rested. He got up from bed and stretched, then went to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee, humming the whole time. As a stream of coffee poured into his mug, I noticed a large yellowish mass lying on the kitchen floor. The dog’s body looked broken, and its head was stained with a bloom of red, but the man’s newfound happiness was so infectious that I hardly paid it any attention. The now-familiar SPLEENO! hung above the pair. I realized my face was wet with tears of joy. The man had gotten what he wanted: silence. The tears kept coming even after the screen went black.

Spleeno. It’s a wonderful sound. A wonderful word. It takes all your worries away. It makes you realize you have to hold on, and if something’s standing in the way, then you have to get rid of it.

That night, I slept like a baby.

#creepy #horror story #author: crystakat #child abuse warning

[peaky-yamyam]

Neighbours: Part Five - Tommy Shelby

The Party

Part One | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six |

As we pull up I find the party already in full swing; jaunty music emanates from a band I can’t see, filling the air with catchy tunes as waves of people mill around the gardens. It’s neither of these that attracts my attention first though, but a full fairground set up and lit to high heavens; a merry-go-round, swings and swing boats, separated by various stands and stalls engulfs the entirety of the Shelby property that I can see from the drive.

Jones let’s out a low whistle as we come to a stop by the fountain and he takes a moment to fully appreciate the site before he jumps out and helps me to the cobbles.

“Miss, you alright?” he asks as I adjust my hat.

“Oh absolutely! Jones I feel like it’s my birthday!” I almost squeal, clapping both hands around the bottle of whiskey.

Jones laughs and climbs back into the car after wishing me a good night and a warning not to do anything he wouldn’t.

I’m still smiling to myself like a fool when Tommy approaches out of the crowd, suited up as usual, but lacking his hat and coat, and as he sides towards me - small smile to his eyes - I can’t stop my stomach from turning over a few times excitedly.

“Thought you weren’t coming,” he says, leaning in to place a polite kiss on my cheek. I grab the opportunity to run my hand up his arm, holding his position for a beat too long before pulling away.

“I got a little waylaid… this is for you by the way,” I say holding out the whiskey. “I know that it’s not your birthday but I couldn’t physically get myself out the house without a present, decorum won’t allow me. So think of it as a thank you for the past couple of day, and a bribe to keep that horse.”

I know I’m babbling, I can feel the words tumbling from my tongue but I can’t stop them. Thankfully, Tommy seems unfazed as he nods.

“Thank you, you drink whiskey?”

“If it’s offered.”

“Then I’m sure we’ll enjoy this at some point,” he says, placing his hand on the small of my back as he directs me through the crowd to a ‘shoot the duck’ stall where a group of people - who I assume are the Shelbys - are gathered round.

I manage to compose myself enough to tame the grin pulling at my cheeks, reminding myself that this is like any other social event and I should behave as such; confident stride, clear introduction and then suck them in with a bit of humour. A tried and tested technique I’ve perfected over the years.

Lucky that I am so practised as Tommy feels no need to warn me about the oncoming barrage of introductions I’m about to be subjected to.

“Everyone,” he calls, freezing their game immediately as they all turn to look at him. “This is my neighbour.” He doesn’t mention my name to them, instead he leans into me and points to each of them in turn. “My brothers, Arthur, Finn and John. Arthur’s wife, Linda, John’s wife, Esme. My Aunt Polly, her son, Michael and my sister, Ada.”

They all wave their hands feebly and I frantically run over their names a few times in my head, slotting faces next to them.

“It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you all,” I say.

“So what do we call you?” John asks without missing a beat, ankles crossed casually as he leans against the side of the stall. “‘Cause you’ve got a title and all that shit that us commoners should be using, haven’t you?” He smiles wide at his family but I don’t miss the dig.

“Yes, well suppose you should call me Lady Georgiana Crawford-Sorensen-” there’s a quick glance shared between all of them, a flash so quick they probably don’t even realise they’ve done it, but it says everything: she’s not one of us. “-or George, because that pisses my father off to no end.” I make sure to hold off the smile until they break first, but just like that, they’re on my side.

“Right, George. You shoot?” John asks, flipping one of the guns from the stall in my direction.

Tommy take the gun before I can even reach for it and leans low to my ear, “He’s drunk,” he whispers, “don’t feel the need to humour him.”

I smile and take the gun from Tommy’s hand, rolling it over as if the wood is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, as I walk towards the stall.

“How does it work?” I ask John, fumbling around with trigger which I know won’t fire.

He hooks an arm around my shoulder - a move I know is more for Tommy’s benefit than mine - and unlocks the safety.

“There,” he says, mouth so close to my ear that I can smell the mix of ale and whiskey as if it were sat in front of me.

“Thanks… So what do I do?” I call behind me, as the man on the stall readies the mechanics, an open question that Michael chooses to answer.

“Just shoot the ducks!” he calls back as the wooden cutouts begin to whiz around the track.

“If you need any help, just give me a wink,” John says, folding his forearms against the sill and crouching down so he’s got a better view of what I’m doing.

I hold his gaze for a moment before purposefully turning away without so much as a blink and ready the rifle at my shoulder. I take a deep breath to steady myself and once I know I can predict the rhythm, I begin to fire off shots. As soon as the first one hits, I hear the surprised gasp of the Shelby’s behind me, growing ever more excited as every duck snaps back.

As the last duck hits the deck I drop the rifle and hold it out to John.

“Of course I can fucking shoot!” I say with a smile.

“Fuck me, I’m impressed ma’ lady,” he jokes back, rolling his wrist as he dips into a bow.

I pull the fabric of my coat out and curtsy back.

“Why thank you, am I allowed to continue into the party now?”

“Yeah, go on then. Hopefully see you around soon George,” he replies playfully.

I make an effort to shake everyone’s hand, as Tommy waits to escort me further onto the grounds, each one returned with a smile.

“That was… unexpected,” he says once we’re out of earshot. “You don’t have to lower yourself to play nice with them for my sake.”

I stop in my tracks, tugging on Tommy’s arm gently so he turns back to me.

“I don’t do anything for anyone’s sake unless it’s something I too want to do.” Its an important point that I make with no trace of humour in my voice, which Tommy seems to take on board easily. “Besides they all seem lovely,” I add, slotting my hand in the crook of his arm as we begin to walk again.

“Just look out for John if you’re going to swan around looking like that, entertaining his jokes.”

He keeps his eyes focussed between his cigarette and line where the lights crash against the dark sky, as if every word is being carefully crafted. It’s a great comfort to me to know that he too feels as on the back foot as I do, so much of a comfort in fact that I find myself firmly shifting onto the front foot.

“Looking like what?” I ask, allowing my thumb to creep just a fraction up the inside of bicep.

Tommy’s eyes flick down to me, bright blue shining stark even against the barrage of lights surrounding us.

“It’s a nice outfit. I like the hat,” is all he says before his eyes flick back upwards and his cigarette is back in his mouth.

I smile to myself; I can’t describe the feeling, it’s not one I’ve ever felt before. I genuinely loved my late husband dearly, I did, but it was a love that grew from comfort and the fact that I had little other choice. There was never any excitement or nervousness, my stomach never flipped when I saw him nor my mind go completely blank despite the rush of things I wanted to say to him. I never found myself staring at him, hoping he’d look back only to have to look away when he did. I never analysed my words, dissecting them, wondering if he took any other meaning from them. No, with Alfred it was more that one day he walked from the room and I realised I would be broken if he never returned.

I notice I’ve become lost in my thoughts, and hurry to rectify the silence that’s stretched between myself and Tommy.

“How did you get all this set up in a day?”

“A lot of manpower,” he answers almost instantly, as if he too is desperate to quash the silence.

“So is that what you have your gangsters do now you’ve made it big? Set up children’s fairgrounds?” I ask, eyebrow quirked. He doesn’t answer and I’m sure if he were less composed his mouth would be opening and closing like a fish. “Yes Mr Shelby, I’ve done some research myself. Not quite the exciting, dangerous lifestyle the Peaky Blinders are made out to have, but I must say they have a real knack for this fairground construction.” I move a little bit closer to him, placing my other hand on his arm and I feel him straighten slightly. “I’ve got to say, you’re not what any of us expected when you moved in. ‘Gangster gypsy king from the slums of Birmingham’ they had you painted as. My father’s face was a fucking picture when he found out who you are, but we’ve never so much as heard a peep from you. In fact, all you’ve ever done is swoop in and save me from a malevolent horse. I’m starting to think all the stories I’ve heard are made up.”

It’s Tommy’s turn to stop now, pulling his arm back so I have to turn.

“They’re not made up. And this life is dangerous,” he says, words deliberate and serious and it’s then that I realise the error in my choice of words.

“I know. And I know those around you get dragged into danger as well.” I squeeze his arm and begin to walk again, a silent ‘but I don’t care’. And what worries me slightly is that I really don’t.

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #neighbours

[creativitytoexplore]

The Spiral Tunnel by Harrison Kim https://ift.tt/2ZKSAYb A five year old boy dreams of leaving his body and faces up to his mortality; by Harrison Kim.

When I was five years old I lived at Genoa Bay Farm. Its fields spread down to a cedar bordered cove way out beyond Tzouhalem Mountain on Vancouver Island. My mom and dad worked the farm for owner Tommy Lines. I was the only kid there. I slept in my bed with a stuffed bear. I held him tight and carried him everywhere during the day. I could count on Bear. The world seemed so big around me, but he remained small. One afternoon, I threw Bear over the wood fence separating the farm driveway from a drainage ditch. He lay on the grass on the other side. I reached under and retrieved him. "Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean it." Then I threw him over the fence again. He went further this time. I crawled under the railing and searched around. It took me longer to find him. "I'm sorry," I said again, when I discovered him, lying upside down in some thistles. Back under the fence, I contemplated Bear. "Let's try it once more," I said. My arms felt strong. I lifted up Bear and hurled him as far as I could. I crawled back under the railing again to find him. This time, I couldn't. I searched all up and down the grass by the side of the ditch. Sorriness turned to sadness. "I want my Bear," I repeated over and over. Tears ran down my face, but I did not cry. It was my fault he was gone. That night, I dreamed I flew all over the field, trying to find him. I could see every thistle tip, every bit of dew hanging off the grass. I heard a bird calling in the trees and a Kingfisher swooped down, over the fields towards the sea. I sensed a presence and turned around to see, in place of the moon, a narrow tunnel opening to the sky. It spiralled and grew and moved towards me. I knew if I went into it, I would not return. I thought of my mom and dad, and my bed in the spare blue-painted room at the top of the farmhouse stairs. I felt myself moving back over the oak trees. I looked at the tunnel, its mouth widening till it filled half the sky. I saw the old farmhouse with my room's lone upstairs window. I willed myself to move towards the house and tumbled through the open window. My body lay on its side on the bed. I stared down at it, the tiny hands, the rise and fall of breath. The child seemed so small and pale. Mom and Dad were its guardians and providers. Where would it go in its life? What would it become? Would it be wise to return? Then I felt a jolt, like a powerful electric shock, and awakened in my child self, my heart pounding, my senses alive. I wondered then if Bear had gone into the tunnel. My dad told me they found him soaked through in the drainage ditch. "We had to throw him out, I'm sorry," he said. Again, my tears fell. Still, I did not make a sound. From then on at night I dreamed of flying in my spirit body. It became easier and easier. I thought of a destination, then I would sail out with a roaring sound through my forehead. That roaring released me as I floated down the stairs of the old Genoa Bay farmhouse. If I didn't stray too far, the tunnel remained small, in the distance. I could sense it, a light at its end, shining where the moon rose. I moved my spirit cautiously. I stopped at the living room at first. I became bolder, and moved out through the farmhouse door, over to Old Val's one room cabin. Old Val was a former prospector and wilderness guide. Farm owner Tommy Lines took him in as a boarder. He did whatever farm work he could for payback. Every breakfast he reminded everyone that he stood at the other end of life, his spirit ready to fly. "My body is sturdy enough today, but my time is near," he'd grin. "Things can change in a second," he'd say. Then he'd look at me and in a radio-style voice announce, "For you, time has just begun." Everyone round the table smiled. I wanted to be near him, to understand more. As my spirit floated into his cabin, I watched Val reach around his chipped wooden desk, contemplating photographs from albums of his younger days. I saw a shimmer, a blue and purple halo surround him. He reached for a large leather-bound book. I watched him open the book and pull out money from between its pages. He added more bills, counted them again, and placed everything back in the book, which I saw was called "The Bible." He read the book and I followed along over his shoulder. Reading was one thing I was already good at. My skills measured in at several years above my age level. Reading moved me into vivid and interesting worlds, like releasing myself from my body at night. I couldn't stop. Mom and Dad said I spent too much time inside. "Bookworm boy, go out," Dad commanded. "Or you'll burn up your brain." That didn't matter. I liked stoking the dream fires. Often, they were more vivid than waking awareness. I read the bible and other books over Val's shoulder. When he closed the books and went to bed, so did I, floating back to my physical body, in my room on the top floor of the farmhouse. One day, Val wasn't at breakfast drinking coffee. "He'd never miss is morning brew," the farmhands said. "We better check on him." Tommy Lines, the farm owner, ran over to see what was wrong. He found Val on his back, passed out on the floor. They tried artificial respiration, they called the ambulance. "His heart stopped," my mom told me later. "He's in the spirit world now." "How do you get out of the spirit world?" I asked her. "You don't," she said. "You're in heaven then. You don't want to come back." "What's the matter?" my dad said. "I want to see Old Val again," I cried. "I don't want to die." "Well, you're going to live a long long time." He kneeled down as I sat weeping. I stopped then, and asked. "How long?" My dad rubbed his hand over his chin. "Very," he said. "Very long." I spirit dreamed to Val's cabin again that night. He was supposed to be in heaven, but I saw him sitting at his tiny wooden table with a small glass and a bottle of whiskey, his profile shadow outlined through the cabin dark. He turned my way, and smiled, "It's not so bad, Tanner." "You can see me!" I said, very surprised. "You shouldn't be here." His face faded, then focussed in sharply again. "Are you going to dream with me?" I asked. "This is no place for children to dream," he said. "It's time for you to wake up, Tanner." The sound of my body's name sent me back. In a moment I found myself in my bed shivering, blankets around me in the dark, the rising sun shining in through the window, and the call of a kingfisher coming from outside. I sat awake until my mom unlocked my room. After breakfast, I pushed open Val's cabin door and found the money bible exactly where I saw him place it, in a drawer at the bottom of his desk. I opened the book and some bills drifted out. I held the book against my own chest and walked towards the crescent beach that lay at the centre of the cove, making sure nothing else fell away. Val spent his last years working on this beach, just beyond the cedar trees. Every day, he spent hours cutting up driftwood on the beach for the farmhouse stove and furnace. He worked with an impressive crosscut saw. His woolly white hair billowed up and down as his veiny hands pulled and pushed the six foot long cutter. The old man often took me down to the beach. He gave me rides in his canoe and let me read my books on the sand while he worked. "I want my ashes scattered here," he told my mom. I carried Val's bible down to that beach and placed it by his crosscut saw, in between some driftwood. I believed that his spirit would pick the book up, take the money out, and spend it in the next world. He would take the saw too, up through the spiral tunnel, and cut driftwood in heaven. The big tool stood shining silver grey against a cedar tree. I sat on the beach for a while, then placed the bible on a log by the saw, and put some pebbles and rocks on top, so it wouldn't blow away. A few weeks before he died, I told Val about my dream travelling. He laughed. Then he looked me in the eye and said, "Well, if you're ever floating around, come to this cabin, and tell me what you see." "I will do that," I said, looking way up at him, for he was over five ten, even with his back so bent. The next day, down at the beach, I told him, "I saw you sharpening your saw last night." He stopped his work and looked up. "How do you know?" "I floated there, like you said. I watched you read the bible. You cleaned the saw afterwards, with oil." "What else?" Val leaned forward. "What else did you see?" "The saw slipped," I said. "You cut your knee." "You didn't just wander over?" "No, Mom doesn't let me out of my room at night. She locks the door, because I sleepwalk." Val stood up. "I don't mean to scare you," he said. He started to laugh. "I'll have to remember I'm not alone at night." He picked up a stone and tossed it out towards the sea. "That's a very odd story, Tanner." He looked out at the water and rubbed his hand across his face. Then he asked, "What do you think? Is there life after death?" I looked up. "What is death?" I said. He sighed. "You're only a child. Full of strange dreams." I thought of the spiral tunnel. What if on my night travels, I couldn't find my way back to the farmhouse and my mom and dad? "Maybe you can do it too," I said. "You could dream travel with me." "Only when my time comes, Tanner," Val said. He sat on the log beside me. "You should stay here, live your life. That's what we're meant to do." He looked at me differently after that. He didn't ask questions, but he talked with my mom and dad. "We're going to bring in some playmates for you," said Mom. "Val says you tell him you're lonely." "I don't need any playmates," I said. A few days later my parents introduced me to Jaimie Lines, the farm owner's nephew, a slightly older boy who tore up and down the driveway on his brand new bicycle. I practiced filling a small wagon with rocks, then taking them out again. Next to me lay the Farm's Great Dane, Daniel. Old Val came by. "You're paying more attention to Daniel than Jaimie." "Jaimie goes too fast," I said. A couple of days after Val died, Jaimie came over again. He said, "Let's have a race." I ran. He sped his bicycle down the driveway hill, whooping and shouting. He headed straight for Daniel, who jumped out of the way. An eagle high up in a fir tree distracted me. He seemed to be following us with his eyes. Jaimie beat me easily. "You're slow!" Jaimie laughed. "You can't run." I sat at the side of the road, holding a long stick. Jaimie walked by me, pushing his bike. "You're slow!" he said again. He rode down the hill a second time and I shoved my long stick forward right into his bicycle spokes. The wheel broke the stick, the bicycle skidded sideways, and Jaimie tumbled off into the grass, landing on his face and scraping his knee. He lay there for a moment, then got up screaming, and ran into the farmhouse. My mom came out of the house, pulled me up the stairs by one arm, and locked me in my room. "You're a nasty boy!" she yelled. "How could you hurt Jaimie? He's trying to be your friend." I sat on my bed, staring out of the window. Then I started rocking back and forth. After a while, I lay on the bed and thought about the spiral tunnel. My dad visited me after his farmhand work and told me I'd stay in my room without any supper. "You could have hurt Jaimie really bad," he said. "Think about what you did." He locked the door again. I sat and watched oak and poplar branches move outside, rocked back and forth to the sound of their rustling leaves until the sun set over the ocean beyond. Then I lay back in my bed, thinking of Bear and of Val and of where they might be. After a time, I drifted away in my mind, awakening to the sound of my spirit leaving my body again, that familiar roaring that separated me from this world. I stared down at that small self. The tiny fingers, how did they form so perfectly? The thoughts, how did they come? Already, though, moments of damage. Jaimie tumbling to the ground because of my anger, then rising slowly and wailing with the knowledge of pain. I perceived a blue aura all around me, between my spirit and my body. "Where is the tunnel?" I wondered. I looked out the window and in the distance, where the moon used to be, I saw it spiralling in my direction. "It's the door," I said to myself, because I couldn't get out of mine. As I waited, spirit hovering in the room, the tunnel appeared larger and larger, until it blocked out the sea and the oak trees and it stopped, swirling outside my window. I looked inside it, to its silver light. So bright, but it only swirled at the window, it did not come further. Then I looked down at my body, and I fell like a weight inside it again, with the roaring echoing behind me. I looked up. Old Val stood beside the bed, a shimmering silver aura around him. He didn't say anything, but gestured towards the tunnel. I nodded, and looked inside. I saw the trajectory of Val's life. He was born on a farm and he worked hard. Even at my age he picked corn and brought in firewood. At 18 he travelled north to the Klondike Gold rush for a new start away from the poverty of his early life. He made a stake, and found gold, sold the claim to a mining company for 20 thousand dollars and spent it all in two months in San Francisco. Then he came north and worked as a guide and a logger. I saw him leading pack-horses through the mountains, camping by lakes, and cutting timber with his crosscut saw. "The land became my spirit," I heard his voice intone. As a child, I didn't understand it all, but something else within me did. Some part of me that always existed. An awareness, a soul, or consciousness. I took the memories of another's life with me forever. I watched a whole life spiral in silver light from the farmhouse window. As the images faded into the tunnel, his ghost looked at me, smiled, and stepped into the spiral. "Stay here," came his voice. "You will live a long time." Then I saw him caught up in the tunnel, disappearing, the spiral's silver light twisting back beyond the oak trees, until the face of the tunnel became the full moon shining over the ocean. The next day, after a long Dad lecture about not putting sticks in bicycle spokes, Mom asked if I'd like to visit Val, one last time. "Yes," I said, curious as to where he was. Did Mom and Dad have a key to the tunnel? We drove to a church in town. In the church rested a long box with Canadian flags over it. "That's where Val is," said Mom. "Let us pray for him now." "No, Val's not there," I said. "Well, his body is," she replied. "Oh," I said. "Can we open it and take a look?" She smiled. "No." I felt a bit disappointed, but I knew where Val really was anyway. When we came home, Dad showed us something he picked up down at the beach. "I bought back Val's crosscut saw and this," he said. He held up the bible. "It's full of money," he told us. "I found it under some rocks." He flipped through it. "It's really old." I kept quiet. After last night's dream, I knew that where Val travelled, money was not necessary. In this living world, it was part of what filled up our time and life. If I said I took Val's bible from his room I'd be in trouble. I had been in enough trouble already. "Maybe you can buy a new car with the money," I said. "It's not ours," Dad told me. "But if we can't find the owner..." That evening, I lay on my bed, my eyes looking out the window, my mind thinking about Val in the tunnel, and his body in the box. Someone knocked on the door. It opened, no one behind it. The light was on though, shining through to my dark room. I looked towards this light. At the side of the door, a head appeared, a stuffed bear head. Then it vanished. It appeared again, further down the wall. I looked closer. The head disappeared. I leaped up and ran to the light, to find out who was the puppet master. My dad stood behind the door holding a stuffed bear. He'd been moving it up and down the wall. He showed me how he did it. "We bought this for you," he grinned playfully. "Did I surprise you?" "It's not the same Bear!" I said. But it didn't matter. I took the stuffed toy to bed. I was in a child's body. Val said life was just beginning. I didn't want my spirit flying into a tunnel anytime soon. I needed something to protect me from those bad dreams. I called the bear "Val." The next day I threw it from the window a few times, to see if it would float away. It always dropped. Then I'd run down the stairs to the outside and pick it up. I stopped dreaming about spirit travelling. Val and Bear were gone. The image of the tunnel frightened me the more I thought about it. I didn't want to be in a box. When I heard a roaring in my ears and found myself floating out of my body I willed myself to wake up. Afterwards, I lay there in the night, holding Val the bear until my heart stopped pounding. My parents did buy themselves a car. They gave me a bicycle, and I practiced balance until I learned to ride. I beat Jaimie in a race. I don't think he tried that hard, though. He could've been scared of me. After a while, I remembered the tunnel only as a dream that came as light cast out from the moon. My life passed by and my body grew and changed and I never thought of leaving it. A few years ago I reminisced with my mom about Genoa Bay Farm. "I always felt bad we locked you in at night," she said. "You were a sleepwalker." "When you look down at your hands like that," I asked. "What are you thinking?" She lifted her head. Lines ran embedded deep down her face. The cords of her neck quivered, her voice a whisper. "Sometimes I think that I'm asleep, above myself in a dream and looking down at those hands. I think that one morning I'll wake up and be back on the farm again." "Remember the poplar leaves rustling in the wind?" I said. "Yes, I do," she said. "There's some moving outside here right now." I didn't hear anything. "Life is very long," I said. "Yes it is," said my mom. "Do you remember Val, and his bible full of money?" "You knew it was his?" I asked. "He willed it to us," she said. "He wanted to give something to a couple starting out in the world." "I thought I carried it to the beach, and Dad found it there." "I don't remember that," Mom said. She seemed to catch her breath. I heard a faint roaring sound, and my mother's face faded for a second. Then the noise stopped. Mom again seemed solid and real in front of me. That night I rocked back and forth in my bed, knowing Mom would not live forever, and that I too faded within my body, the living strength of the years like a wave rising and falling. When I stopped, I trembled. I started the rhythm again, to keep the tunnel away and my body real. In the morning, I ate breakfast, went to work, came home and did a little gardening. I forgot that I was alive until a kingfisher flew down from an oak tree, across the wide field, then curved up into the sky and disappeared.

#FICTION on the WEB short stories

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Spring Break 2017 I will be traveling from Brisbane all the way up the coast to Cairns thats 19 hours and 1 minute and 1,047 miles all within 9 days!

DAY 1:

Friday April 14th, 2017 (Good Friday) 

8:00 am: Since it was Good Friday most breakfast places were closed. My friend Katherine and I walked around looking for something to eat when we stumbled upon Starbucks. This was the first Starbucks I have seen since coming to Australia so naturally, I was excited and got a large mocha frappuccino. I ordered a small ham cheese and tomato sandwich. I heard the person behind me order a bagel with cream and I instantly regret getting the sandwich because I have never seen bagels as an option for breakfast here. Katherine and I met two girls Nikki and Theresa who were also on the one fish two fish trip. After we finished up breakfast we all went looking for the bus station we had to meet at. What seemed like miles carrying my extremely heavy bag (because lets be honest I always overpack even if it is for 9 days), we finally arrived at the bus stop. Watching the crowd grow bigger and bigger I began to wonder who is on the one fish two fish trip. Eventually these 2 fine young fellas come out and say “who's ready for spring break” And everyone on the one fish two fish trip followed them out to the bus. We said our names as we got on the bus. Once everyone was load on the bus we began our 9-day adventure! Our Tour guide Byron introduced himself as we were on our way out of Brisbane and headed towards The Australia Zoo (Yes, Steve Irwin’s zoo). Tommy was the other tour guide but he seemed more shy and quieter. 

After hitting traffic (not like any kind of traffic back at home) We finally arrived at the Steve Irwin Zoo. Katherine, Theresa, Nikki, and I walked around Roo heaven and were able to pet and feed some kangaroos! They are so soft and not afraid of humans at all (especially if we had a bag of food in our hands!) After the Roos we walked around seeing all kinds of animals from crocodiles, alligators, tigers, red pandas, parrots, and turtles. What I found really unique and interesting was that most of the animals were rescued by Steve himself! There was a memorial about steves life and works with animals. It was so cool seeing all the things he did for the wildlife. We all grabbed a quick bite to eat before lining up to hold a KOALA! I can finally check that off my list of things to do in Australia. Fun fact: Queensland is the only state you can actually hold the koalas. It is because in all the other states it is easier for them to get sick and being handled by hundreds of people daily would not be good for them. (I didn't know that till today and I knew this was going to be my only opportunity to hold one, so I HAD to do it.) After holding Major the 8 kilo(17.6 pounds) Koala (yes their claws hurt and are actually pretty heavy), we went to see the Crocodile show. I thought this was so much fun! The talked about all the native birds and they all flew around the Crocosseum--Yes like a crocodile and the colosseum (which was a little scary having them swoop down by my head). Then they brought out the crocodiles from how they hunted, to how they caught their prey and how they are motion orientated so they can detect vibrations. After they played a small video of Steve all the things he did to educate people about crocodiles and wildlife. The atmosphere and vibe coming from the staff, I could feel Steve’s energy right there.

After a fun day at the zoo we jumped back on the bus for a nice relaxing 2-hour ride to our hostel for the night at Rainbow Beach-Dingos backpackers. For those who don't know what a hostel is... it is a shared room with 6-8 beds with sheets and a pillow provided with a bathroom. The whole trip we stayed at hostels (it wasn't as bad as it sounds). On the bus ride Byron told us about how each tour groups (there were 3 different ones-I was the 2nd and the best one) and each group gets a inflatable kangaroo, everyone signs it then come up with a name. It sounds stupid but we had to protect this Roo like it was our child. When the groups overlap with each other Roos can get killed by other groups. We decided on its name-Daddy (don't ask me why this was the name but it didn't stick for long). Once we got to the hostel, we dropped our stuff in our rooms and hopped back on the bus to go to Carlos sand blow. We all were like what in the world is carlos sand blow. Well.....when we made it up a little hike and saw the view I think we were all speechless. High sand hills (or dunes?) on either side with a view of the ocean on one side and the sunset over the town on the other side. It was just so breathtaking with the most amazing sunset I've ever seen. Pictures just didnt do it justice. The whole group sat and watched the sunset and got to mingle a little bit. After a while we headed back to the hostel for dinner. They gave us burgers (I don't know if I was just starving or if the burger was really good) but enjoyed some nice burgers. We had a dance party and got to mingle with our new friends. I actually met 2 people that we had mutual friends! One from Sudbury, Ma and one from Norwood, Ma. There was a small little pool that Theresa, Nikki, and I decided to go swimming in....It was freezing and I jumped right out and took a hot shower then went to bed. 

Day one was finally complete and I had already increase my friend circle. It set the bar high for the rest of the week. Up next Fraiser Island and Lake McKenzie for day 2...........

#queensland #australia #steveirwinzoo #koala #kangaroo #rainbow beach #carlos sand blow #beachsunsets