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firekyoshi · 3 years

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i can't believe yall havent thought of a sambucky the handmaiden au LIKE GUYS LOOK AT THE POTENTIAL

okay if u haven't seen the handmaiden (2016) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CHECK IT OUT OMG ITS ONE OF MY FAV MOVIES AND AS A BISEXUAL WOMAN ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES FEATURING SAPPHIC CHARACTERS

anyways here's a very self-indulgent sambucky the handmaiden! au that i wrote at midnight literally 7 hours before my exam

tw // mentions of suicide

- sam is sook-hee and bucky is hideko obvs

- sam is a criminal working for the power broker aka sharon while bucky or in this case, the winter soldier, was a test experiment for HYDRA / is now an assassin + bodyguard for their leader, alexander pierce

- sharon is conducting business w hydra to obtain some weapons and idk black market stuff which forces her to go to siberia, but obviously the ultimate weapon she wants to take home is the infamous winter soldier

- she asks sam to pretend to be her butler/bodyguard but is actually hiring him to get information on the winter soldier program and obtain the code words needed to control them

- they end up staying in pierce's mansion in like a really remote place in siberia

- sam gets acquainted w the other butlers and housekeepers, they tell him that the area is haunted because they would always hear a man screaming just before daybreak followed by complete silence. they also tell him that the forest is haunted by the spirit of a man who killed himself there

- just like the housekeepers said, sam wakes around 3-4 in the morning to the sound of a man screaming followed by complete silence

- anyways the next morning he accompanies sharon to her first meeting w hydra officials, and that's where he encounters bucky

- after the meeting, sharon is all like, "change of plans. we're going to steal the winter soldier." sam's like "and who's that?", "the person u were standing next to earlier,"

- afterwards, sam starts to spy on bucky. he doesn't talk much, sam notices, actually scratch that this man does not talk period

- they were standing by the door a few feet away from where their bosses were talking. "so uh, what do i call you?" sam asks one day, but bucky is like a statue, his response being a mere blink

- sharon and pierce always have their business meetings in the morning, but they also have spend time at night, usually supper or dinner, that's more casual. sam notices that pierce's bodyguard is less stiff and more human during the later hours of the day

- sam and bucky are again standing by the door. "what do i call you?" bucky asks quietly, almost like a whisper. "uh sam, you can call me sam. and you?"

- he freezes for a while before replying, "james barnes"

- another thing that sam notices is that bucky is NEVER alone. either he's with pierce or he's escorted by other bodyguards (who look like they couldn't even take him down altogether)

- one morning, after the usual distant screams, sam decides to figure out where the screams were actually coming from. he goes to the main house, pretending to bring tea for sharon (there's a small camera hidden in the tray)

- he sees the usual group of bodyguards escorting a half-naked and disheveled bucky from the stairs to the basement. when they see him, the group looks like a pack of deers in headlights, one of them reaches for their gun, "i'm bringing tea for ms. carter," he quickly says.

- "go ahead," the leader, rumlow, says, "but next time use the main hallway will you?"

- "right, she just said it was faster this way, and she's really peculiar about the temperature of her tea."

- he shows the video to sharon and she's like "i need u to find out wtf is going on in that basement."

- one night, sharon and pierce are having dinner tgt "since we're on the topic of legends and fairytales, i have to ask about something," sharon says,

- "go, on," pierce replies

- "the winter soldier program, does it really exist?"

- the hydra leader chuckles, "i was wondering when you would ask that," then points toward bucky, "my dear, you're looking at the winter soldier."

- sam listens in on the conversation. the winter soldier program was a program created by hydra in the 1940s with the first successful test subject being an american ww2 soldier named steve rogers. apparently he was given this serum that made him super strong and for 10 years, while the other test subjects were cryogenically frozen, hydra worked to find ways to control him but failed and they had to keep him restrained most of the time.

- one night, rogers broke out of the facility, stole all the remaining formulas, and threw them away before blowing his brains out in the nearby forest

- after rogers' suicide, hydra brought out its second test subject, bucky barnes, and used the remaining serum on him. afterwards hydra froze him again while they worked on something to keep his mind under control.

- around the 1960s they created the trigger words and since then they've been using bucky to do their dirty work for them. "this, my dear, is our greatest creation." pierce says as he approaches a stand displaying a red book. "his trigger words. say them and he will do anything you want. if you need some errands taken care of, i'd be happy to lend him to you. we can talk about the costs later."

- "i don't have anything i can't take care of myself at the moment, but i'll keep that offer in mind." sharon replies

- now sharon's like "okay we HAVE to steal him and the codes." she figured out that all of the mansion's surveillance turns off for an hour to reboot from 1 AM to 2, and tells sam to basically go to the basement and manipulate bucky when he's not under hydra's control. "make him trust you, that way we won't have much of a fuss taking him to madripoor."

- that night, after the clock strikes 1, sam sneaks into the basement and finds a cell with bucky inside. there's a bed, well, more like a mattress, but bucky's not sleeping on it. instead he's sitting in a corner, head against the wall, knees tucked in his chest, hyperventilating and,,,crying???

- "hey," sam whispers, "you okay?"

- the winter soldier stares at him with red rimmed eyes and a tear stricken face. "you're sam, you're her bodyguard."

- "yeah and you're the winter soldier, or do you prefer james?"

- "bucky. it's bucky"

- yeah basically sam visits bucky's cell every night for exactly 45 minutes before he has to sneak back out. he tries to gain bucky's trust and manipulate him but guess what they fall in love surprise surprise

- bucky tells sam his true story. how he and steve used to be ww2 soldiers that were experimented on by hydra. he remembers being frozen and the first thing he sees when they woke him up was steve's dead body. "they told me he shot his head in the forest." the first thing he felt was pain as they injected the serum into his veins then tried to erase his memories. he remembers going into cryo and being woken up over and over again to kill someone or destroy something.

- he also tells sam about the one night he broke out, ran as fast as he could, and jumped off a cliff, only for him to survive. he lost an arm, but hydra replaced it with another weapon. "i thought i would end there, but i just became more of a weapon"

- so sam starts to feel unsure about stealing the winter soldier bc goddamnit bucky's a person and he doesnt deserve any of this.

- also the more time he spends with bucky the more he realises that the actual james bucky barnes is a fucking piece of shit that still uses 40s slang and petnames and makes outdated jokes and is actually a big fucking flirt.

- and sam's heart breaks every time he looks at bucky's crestfallen face when he realises that their 45 minutes are over

- of all the people he could fall in love with, it just had to be a brainwashed assassin

- sharon tells him that in a few days, she and pierce will leave for a week to actually get the business transaction done. basically she tells sam that he should break bucky out of the mansion while they're away, take the trigger word book, and meet with torres so he can take them both to madripoor.

- while sharon and pierce leave, sam continues visiting bucky during the night. also he doesn't see bucky during the day bc they have no reason to bring him out of the cell, and he kinda misses him aw

- one night, he wakes up to noise, lots of it. everyone in the house is running. in the midst of all the chaos, sam hears, "find the soldier!"

- the first place sam goes to is the forest, and there he finds bucky kneeling by a frozen lake, with a gun in his hands. sam tackles him and throws the gun away

- "what the fuck were you thinking huh?!" sam shouts, tightly holding the front of bucky's shirt, and he can't help but cry at the thought of bucky's dead body. and all of a sudden he feels like shit. for manipulating bucky and taking advantage of his trauma for his own gain. so he gathers bucky in his arms and tells him everything. about what he and sharon were actually planning, what his true motivations were when he first went inside the basement, and how he actually grew to care for bucky

- bucky just laughs and says, "i know,” he reveals that sharon's plan all along was to take bucky and the trigger words for herself, and frame sam as the mastermind behind everything. she'll then fake bucky’s death and offer sam as another test subject for the winter soldier program as compensation for stealing (and “killing”) bucky

- "how do you know all this?"

- "she visited me the first night you arrived and we talked. she told me she'll take me away and all i had to do was manipulate you into breaking me out." bucky confesses, "i didn't realise you were a sweetheart, that made everything so complicated."

- anyways sam knocks bucky unconscious and basically helps hydra guards put him back in his cell. "just saying, maybe we shouldn't tell pierce abt this yknow" and the hydra guards r like yeah no totally cause if he knew we're all fucked

- anyways bucky and sam come up with a plan to escape together. sam contacts a friend known as baron helmut zemo, who's basically sharon's biggest enemy, but more importantly, owes sam a big ass debt and asks him to give the two of them safe passage to sokovia

- they plan to escape two nights before sharon and pierce return to siberia. on that night, sam wakes up at exactly 1 AM like he always does, and kills everyone in the house. he puts a bullet in every hydra guard, every housekeeper, everyone. he disables all the techs in the house, steals the trigger word book and breaks bucky out of his cell.

- "wait. there's something i have to show you." bucky says. he takes sam to the facility. the place where they tortured him and experimented on him. the place where every other test subjects were kept frozen.

- (if you've watched the handmaiden, yes this is a reference to the library scene) sam can't contain the anger he feels when he looks at the room. "is this where they tortured you? is this where the screams come from every night?"

- bucky nods. he points at a chair in the centre of the room, surrounded by machines and computers. "every morning they would drag me out of my cell, put me on that chair, and-" he swallows a choked sob, "and read the trigger words,"

- sam can't control it anymore. he grabs a metal rod and starts destroying the place. he breaks every machine, tearing them apart until they are nothing more than wires and buttons. he kills all the frozen test subjects, because they deserve better than this. he rips apart the pages of the winter soldier's mission reports, and gathers them into a pile.

- from afar, bucky watches as sam lights up the pile and everything in front of him starts to burn. when sam turns to look at him, he can't help but think about how magnificent he looks as the fire roars behind him. his hero. his guardian angel. his sam.

- sam approaches bucky and pulls him in for a hungry kiss. something he feels he should've done earlier. "no one will ever control you again." he says, and for once its a promise that bucky believes in.

- sam reaches in his bag and pulls out the red book. bucky starts to cry bc no one, not even before hydra, had ever loved him like this. "i mean it. no one." sam says. bucky throws the book in the fire and watches and both paper and leather melt into ash

- the end they escape using zemo's private jet and live happily ever after haha

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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dobrikburrito · 5 years

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caught me, d.d.

words: 2.1k

requested by anonymous

Coming home to David masterbating He moan y/n and she fucks his brains out

disclaimer: smutty smut with a spark of angst. (also i changed the request a bit to spice things up bc i was just feeling this plot)

You clicked on post.

Happy with the new photoshoot you did with your friend Jack, you felt confident. Unlike other photos you’ve posted on your Instagram, this shoot was a little more sexy. It didn’t show that much, but you were wearing some cute lingerie. The shoot was in your bedroom, in your real house, and turned out really beautiful.

Your friends knew about this photoshoot for a while now and they were all anxious to see the photos, but you haven’t shown anyone, still deciding if you were gonna post it in the first place or keep them to yourself. Not giving anyone a heads up, you posted.

Smiling to yourself, you got chills on your stomach, making a promise to not look how many likes or comments for at least two hours. You didn’t want to keep checking every five minutes and end up going insane.

You just left a meeting with your manager, which ended up 40 minutes earlier than expected. Not having much to do until you had to meet David at his house, you decided to grab some Chipotle and meet him sooner than expected. David was your closest friend, you spent time together most of the week, you were always on the vlogs and trusted each other with your deepest secrets and desires.

Took less than 20 minutes for you to arrive. Parking out front, you loved how silent your own Tesla was, a gift from David himself, one of the best moments of your life. You checked the open garage, not seeing Natalie’s car. You helped yourself inside, holding your handbag and the food. The first thing you saw was David on the couch, wearing a black hoodie from his merch. You smiled to yourself, finding this the greatest opportunity to scare him, since he’s probably concentrated on editing his next vlog. You slowly put down your bag and the food, trying your best not to make any sound, took your shoes off and tippy toed towards the couch.

As you were getting closer, you heard some panting.

“Oh God, fuck… You’re so hot, baby. I want to fuck you so hard, yeah, suck my dick, just like that.” David was whispering to himself, his eyes semi-open, looking at a picture on his phone. “Mm… Fuck, I want you to sit on my face, I bet you taste so good baby. Oh, shit, yeah just like that, suck it all.”

Once you realize what David was saying, you froze in your place. Oh my god. You were near the couch but he couldn’t really see you. Curiosity got the best of you and you wanted to see who was the picture on his phone, inspiring him to jerk off so intensely.

Then you recognized it. The photo. It was you. That was your sexy photoshoot that you just posted 20 minutes ago. David was jerking off thinking about you.

“Holy shit.” The words escaped your mouth before you could stop yourself.

You saw everything in slow motion. David immediately turned, he saw you, screamed, got up and his phone slipped and fell to the ground. He fixed his pants and tried to find his phone, while screaming at you.

“(Y/N), WHAT THE FUCK?” David could barely look at you. You stood there, shocked. “When did you get here? Why didn’t you say anything? Do you want to fucking scare me to death? Wait… Is it 11:30 yet?” David looked around to a clock on the wall. “It’s 11 am! What are you doing here this early?”

David kept yelling and panting, finally finding his phone and closing Instagram. He took one look at you and looked away, too embarrassed to even continue the conversation.

“Please, just… fucking leave okay? We’ll talk later. I just need… I need… Argh, I don’t even know.” David started to make his way to his bedroom.

Something triggered you and you made your way towards David, managing to position yourself on his way to the room. “David, stop! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sneaked in like that, I was trying to scare you like you scare me all the time.”

David didn’t even look at you, he just stared at the ground.

“David, please! It’s not a big deal.” David closed his eyes and sighed, furious. “No, c'mon, don’t be like that.”

Before David could do anything, you hugged him. He froze.

“Come on, we’ve shared so many things, including stories about our sex life” You tried to reason with him, but soon realized that hugging him wasn’t your greatest idea. Not only could you feel the massive hard bulge on his pants, the proximity made your leg hump on it slightly.

David took one slow deep breath. “You’re not exactly helping me right now, (Y/N). Can you please just leave?”

You were clearly upset that you caused this and even managed to make it worse. You stopped hugging him, distancing yourself slightly, only to look at his face. He still wouldn’t look back at you.

Your heart was beating faster, but your body took control over your actions. Your hand slid from his stomach down to his pelvis, where you managed to get your hand inside his pants and feel his length. That made him instantly look up to you, but you didn’t say a word. Your eyes just automatically looked at his lips as you started stroking him. David took a deep breath and his breath came out shaky, since you put pressure in your stroke and he was already so sensitive.

With your other hand, you touched his face and kissed him softly. Then you looked at him, to see his reaction. Trying to read you, David bit his bottom lip and brought you closer to a deeper kiss, sliding his tongue on yours. Your movements started getting faster, but you had a better idea. Stopping the kiss and letting go of his dick, you earned a very confused expression from David, which turned into shock and then admiration when you got down on your knees to take off his pants and take him into your mouth.

David had to support himself by holding onto the wall beside him. You tried to take him all in, but went as far as your gag would let. You started stroking him as well, pressing your lips on his skin and sucking him fast.

“Holy fucking… Oh God,” David pressed his eyes shut, his hand went straight to your hair and pressed your strands, motivating you.

The expressions and moans coming out of him were triggering a side of you that you hadn’t noticed existed in the first place. The taste of him, the way he reacted to a little more pressure on the tip. You were loving every second of it. Taking him out of your mouth for a second, you looked up at him, while licking his tip.

“Hey Dave…” You called him, with a sexy voice. David forced himself to look down on you, still holding your hair. “Wanna fuck my mouth?”

David almost came right that second. He took a deep breath and held tight to your hair, swallowing his saliva, trying to hold on a little longer. “Y-yeah.” You absolutely loved how helpless and defeated he looked.

You opened your mouth to him, looking up without one blink. David started slowly, moving his hips to fuck your mouth. The feeling of it along with the view gave him hardcore chills all over his body. The rhythm started getting faster and faster, your hair now in a messy ponytail in his hands. He was focused, his breathing erratic, biting his own bottom lip. You moan a little bit, loving all that.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” David barely got through the three words and he was cumming in your mouth, while still thrusting in and out.

Letting him take his time while recovering from that, soon he looked down on you and took his dick out of your mouth completely, quickly fixing his pants. Taking your hand in his, David had a look in his eyes that you never saw before. Dangerous, even. At once, he turned your body against his, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling your pants and underwear down. Quickly positioning you against the wall, pulling your ass back, now David was on his knees.

“My turn,” His deep voice echoed at the hallway.

“Oh shit,” Those were the only words that you could express before you felt David eating you from behind. Your ass cheeks were on his hands, which he made sure to grab and spank, while his tongue found your entrance and you made you moan.

His right hand found your clit, which he started to stimulate with fast movements. The combination was driving you wild, fast. You held yourself to the wall, your eyes rolling back every time you felt his tongue touching your folds. You thought you knew David pretty well, considering you both share everything, including sex fantasies and experiences. Although you knew he could get around with pleasuring a girl, this was a whole other level. He made sure to put the right pressure on each spot, making you crumble into his mouth.

Your climax was starting to build up to a place where you knew you’d cum and David felt that too, which made him stop immediately and rise up. The whole unexpected situation was turning him on majorly. He was hard again from eating you out. You whined when he stopped, but when he pressed his body against yours, his lips on your ear, you knew.

“I want you to fuck me hard David,” You said, quoting himself from earlier.

Not much else was needed before David took himself out of his pants and positioned by your entrance. Both of you were ecstatic, blind by desire. Slowly thrusting into you, didn’t take him long before he was moving faster and deeper, holding you tight against his body. You could feed your insides aching for him, as you moaned his name. Your left hand found his hair, which you pressed your fingers on. The thrusts were getting more intense and since you were sensitive from before, didn’t take him long to make you cum.

“Fuck,” You whispered to yourself as he held you tighter.

Both of you heard Natalie’s car parking outside the door. David kept going faster, completely aware his assistant was about to walk in on you and him fucking in the living room. From the entrance door, no one could see us, but Natalie was about to come inside the house. David came inside you, moaning breathlessly into your ear. You gave him a second to recover, hearing the glass door opening.

“David?” Natalie called out loudly, distracted by her phone.

You and David never fixed your clothes faster in your lives. You jumped into the couch, picking up your phone and fakely scrolling through Instagram. David went for his bedroom, as a fake attempt to say he’s been there all this time. “Hey Nat,” You looked back, fixing your hair before she looked back at you.

“Oh hey (Y/N)! I totally forgot you were coming here!” She smiled at you, clueless. “Where’s David?” Nat looked around.

“Uh…” You looked around too. “I think…”

“Bathroom.” David said, closing the door to his bedroom and walking towards the living room. “Did you get the dry cleaning?”

You were stunned by how David was fully acting on this, not a hint in his face of what you just did.

“Yeah, she said the tux will be ready by friday though,” Natalie put her bag on top of the pool table, with some of David’s clothes. “Is that Chipotle by the door?”

You completely forgot. “Oh shit, yeah, I got it for the three of us.” You quickly got up and walked over to pick it up. “I got you a bowl, Nat, I hope that’s okay. We might need to heat it up a bit.”

“Yeah, that’s great! Thanks (Y/N). You saved me, because I totally forgot to order anything,” Natalie laughed, but took a good look at you and then David, now sitting on the lovesac. “Is everything okay? You’re both acting kinda weird.”

“David’s just moody because he wanted to nap and I arrived a little early.” I made up some excuse, which by Natalie’s face, was completely believable. You started taking the food out of the bag and putting it by the kitchen counter.

“You don’t wanna mess with that,” Natalie joked. “Hold on, let me just put my clothes in my room and I’ll join you.”

David was walking towards the kitchen when Natalie left, making his way to you, pulling you closer by the waist. You bit your lower lip as he kissed you on the cheek, then whispering in your ear. “You can walk in on me any time you want, now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh when you looked at him, his face completely red and flustered, as yours probably was too.

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satonthelotuspier · 4 years

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I'm seeing prompts on your site and does that mean you are accepting them right now? I've never requested a prompt before and I don't know what to do? But if I'm doing it right I'd really like to see 13 for XueXiao from the bodyguard au prompt list? Fluffy or angsty, as you please. Am I doing this right?

OK so Im being obvious, but this contains XueXiao.

Modern Bodyguard AU so none of the complications of canon apply.

Now the disclaimers are out of the way, I have to apologise to the very patient @amaskinamirror bc this took so much longer to write than I expected. The reason being most of my prompt fics end up around the 1k-1.4k word mark and this kept going and kept going because there was a story there. It came in around the 4.5k work mark. Think of it as added value, unless you hate it in which case it’s not ;)

Pompts from this post here

Part 2 now available here

Xue Yang is the enfant terrible of the music world and his manager has pretty much had enough of his shitty behaviour. Features a thorny Xue Yang shaped by the worlds opinions of him, and a hardass yet caring Xiao Xingchen who maybe might just start to see beyond the lies.

Possible triggers/warnings: Also features swearing, man-handling, use of a date rape drug, minor injury and blood. Luckily XXC is there to save the day in all situations.

Xue Yang was woken up from a deep, no doubt alcohol-induced, sleep to the feeling of cold water being splashed in his face.

He shot upright coughing and spluttering and wiping water out of his eyes, trying to process what the hell had happened. The unconscious bodies around him all started to stir and groan back to lucidity.

Xue Yang followed the long line of the leg in front of him up to eventually meet a pair of dark eyes staring down at him without expression.

“What the fuck?” he demanded and tried to get up but someone he didn’t even remember the name of was laid across his legs.

It had been another party. One where they’d drunk hard and passed out before dawn some time; he didn’t know half the people here. That had never stopped him. Being the enfant terrible of the music industry took both time, effort and commitment.

The tall man bent down to extricate him, then yanked him to his feet.

“You have rehearsals in ninety minutes. Get showered, you smell like a brewery” a garment bag was pushed into his hands then he was waved in the direction of the hotel suite’s bathroom.

“Excuse me, but just who the fuck are you?” honestly his head felt a little woolly still from the after-effect of the alcohol he’d been drinking, but he was sure he didn’t know who this man was or what he was doing in his hotel suite.

“Your Fairy Godmother, Cinderella, now go get a shower, you’re wasting time”

Xue Yang grabbed hold of the collar of his jacket, “Don’t bullshit me”

The hand that clamped around his wrist was steel-like, “Your new security. Your manager sends his regards. I won’t tell you to go and shower again”

“Firstly, if you are security you are not my boss, so you can stop with the ordering me around like I’m your little bitch, secondly, you are my security? I’m sure if a duckling gets too close you’ll do a great job, otherwise…” he was going to push the other away, sure because of his willowy frame it would be easy. Quite how he ended up in an armlock and being dragged to the bathroom he didn’t know. He bit his tongue to stifle the cry of pain; no way would he utter the noise aloud. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he snarled as the other kept going into the bathroom.

“I’ve already explained. I’m not going to repeat myself” the man opened the shower door, pushed Xue Yang into the cubicle and pushed the on button.

Of course Xue Yang never learned his lesson; he launched himself at the other only to bounce off the cubicle door as the other shut it behind him, holding it closed.

“New world order, xiao-Xue, get used to being my little bitch” the other grinned as Xue Yang punched the glass then yelled at the pain in his hand, “Clean up, I don’t want to be forced to come in there and clean you up myself”

***

Xue Yang curled himself up as small as possible on the back seat of the car; he was in high sulk. After calling his manager to demand an explanation of what was going on Jin Guangyao had told him in no uncertain terms he’d better get used to the idea of Xiao Xingchen being around. His new security was not only there to provide for his personal safety after a spate of disturbing mail (more disturbing than the usual run of the mill threats at least), but to whip him into some kind of shape as Jin Guangyao was convinced his terrible behaviour, bad reputation and general personality was about to lose them some very large contracts.

Everyone loved a bad boy in theory, but when it began to affect his ability to make his management company money then they were definitely going to act to protect their asset.

And that had come in the form of Xiao Xingchen, who looked as gentle and fragile as an orchid but who had already handed Xue Yang his ass once today already.

“A-Qing, I need breakfast” Xue Yang whined at his assistant as his stomach rumbled for the fourth time.

“You shouldn’t have upset the new bodyguard then” she mocked him quietly, and he retreated even more, pulling the hood of his jacket up and wrapping his arms around his knees as A-Qing took pity on him and leaned forward to ask the driver to stop at a nearby coffee shop.

They did, and A-Qing and the driver returned with coffees for all and a bag full of muffins.

Lao-Xia, the driver, and A-Qing had been with Xue Yang long enough to not meet his gaze as they started on their own food; Xiao Xingchen had no such warning; he was too busy goggling at Xue Yang who had made his own muffin disappear like a magician with a rabbit.

“Are you going to eat that?” Xue Yang asked, pointing at the baked bun in Xiao Xingchen’s hand.

He simply offered it over; perhaps surprised at the demonstration of the speed at which a muffin could be demolished without trace.

The second one followed the first in quick order and Xue Yang froze as the other reached over to brush the crumbs that had stuck to the corner of his mouth away with a thumb.

“You don’t want the Paparazzi to catch that” he said simply before turning in his seat to look out of the windscreen and sip at his coffee.

Xue Yang curled back in on himself and held his ridiculously sweet iced coffee to his chest.

“You eat too much sugar” Xiao Xingchen told him as Lao-Xia started the car and set off driving to the studio, “You need something to give you energy for the first meal of the day”

“Good luck with that, he functions on pure sugar and supplements” A-Qing mocked and Xue Yang shot her an annoyed look.

***

Xue Yang didn’t know why he was surprised the next morning when he was awoken by a solid shake to the shoulder.

He hadn’t been able to avoid the other to sneak off to party last night so he wasn’t hung over but that didn’t mean he was any more amenable to the idea of waking up.

“Come on Sleeping Beauty, you have to be at your first interview in an hour”

Interviews. His mortal enemy. The thing he hated most in the world. And he was still no better at dealing with them than he had been as a fresh face on the music scene, where the press had crucified him, thrown every painful fact of his past in his face and then painted him as a troubled bad boy with a temper; a role he’d eventually just given up fighting against and embraced.

He threw the blankets over his head; maybe if he just went back to sleep the interview would disappear.

The blankets were thrown back.

“Dude, what the fuck?” he demanded, was he allowed no privacy at all anymore?

“Get up” Xiao Xingchen jerked his head towards the bathroom.

“Fuck off. I’m not going” he reached out to push the other away.

It went about as well as yesterday had for him; he ended up face down on the bed with his arm locked up between his shoulder blades.

“Are you going to learn any time soon? I mean, kudos for persistence but lose points for stupidity. Now, last chance to get up on your own, otherwise I’ll throw you over my shoulder and you can go dressed like that”

Xue Yang wasn’t sure he believed the other was strong enough to actually carry him out of the hotel room, but he daren’t take the chance he might be dragged out kicking and screaming and dressed in his ratty old t-shirt and shorts.

“Fine, yes, I’m getting up. Let me go, please” as a street child he’d learned to beg prettily and it wasn’t a skill he was averse to using if he needed to, to survive. It didn’t need to be sincere, it just needed to sound it, to be calculated to pull on the other’s heart strings.

It didn’t seem to affect Xiao Xingchen, but he was released nonetheless.

***

Xue Yang of course arrived on time for his first interview, (there were three in total scheduled for today), as far as they went it wasn’t particularly gruelling for him, but he was fully aware he was a mess by the end of it; he’d probably come across like he was on drugs, but it wasn’t like that would be the first, second or third time the rumour would circulate in relation to him.

He knew Xiao Xingchen eyed him in consideration, but he ignored it; he didn’t have the presence of mind to survive the next two interviews and worry about what his new security agent was judging him for today.

He was much worse by the end of the second; he had been left alone a sitting room of the hotel the interview’s had been arranged at and he lowered his head into his hands, trying to even out his breathing and calm himself. His professionalism would be questioned even further if he failed to complete the last interview, or screwed up during it.

He felt the couch dip next to him, “Here” he looked up, poison on his tongue ready to be spit at Xiao Xingchen when he realised the other held out one of those large chocolate chip cookies in a napkin. There was also iced coffee sat on the table in front of him.

“Just relax, empty your head, and focus on the cookie” Xiao Xingchen informed him; raising an eyebrow as Xue Yang didn’t immediately accept the confectionery from him.

He took it with tentative thanks; and it vanished almost immediately once he’d decided to accept the gesture. Once he’d gotten the sugary coffee inside him too he felt much better.

***

Despite his trash reputation he wasn’t late for a single appointment over the next weeks; Jin Guangyao assured him it was perfectly alright to project the rebel for the masses but when you played the brat with the people in the business you’d soon be blacklisted; a risk he wasn’t willing to take with Xue Yang.

Xue Yang hadn’t managed to get near alcohol or a party in that time due to Xiao Xingchen’s hawk eyes and iron control.

Since the second morning though instead of being woken up with a bucket of water to the face or bickering the other had started showing up with a sweet pastry and a staggeringly sugary iced coffee which he traded off for Xue Yang eating better at other mealtimes.

Overall it didn’t seem Xue Yang had a moment of time where the other wasn’t somewhere close, controlling everything, keeping a watchful eye out.

And it bothered Xue Yang; he didn’t get used to the feeling of Xiao Xingchen being there like he’d been assured he would. He was still hyper aware of him, and he didn’t necessarily think it was because he was intimidated, despite the fact they’d had a few more altercations, none of which ended well for Xue Yang.

***

He tried to ditch his new security for his monthly visit to the orphanage his charity had built and ran; the less people who knew about it the better. Of course he couldn’t shake the other off so he had to attend followed by Xiao Xingchen, and explain to the children who the tall ge was. He was a great hit with them, and although Xue Yang pretended to be annoyed at Xiao Xingchen getting all the attention that the youngsters usually showered on him secretly he was entertained as he watched the other romp with the rough kids, or play softly with the quieter ones.

“This is the first time you’ve brought a bodyguard” he turned slightly at the sound of Tian Ying, the matron of the orphanage and the woman who’d helped bring him up in a similar institution when he had been a boy had come up beside him. “Are you in danger, xiao-Xue?”

“Of course not” he didn’t consider the crazy mail Jin Guangyao was filtering from him any more of a threat than any of the other mail he’d received in the last few years, and he definitely didn’t want her to worry about him, “They just decided I needed someone to carry my bags for me”

He didn’t have time to say much more as he was dragged into an impromptu game of football in the yard, where he and Xiao Xingchen were on opposite teams.

They played around half-heartedly until a Xiao Xingchen who was grace incarnate except apparently on a football pitch, stuck his foot out and took Xue Yang’s feet from under him and he tumbled. The fall itself wasn’t bad but he was a little grazed as they played on the yard and not grass.

Xiao Xingchen was unusually all apologies and personally saw to tending the grazes Xue Yang’s tumble had caused, despite his assurances he was absolutely fine. The touch of the other still made his pulse flutter in some odd emotion and the way Xiao Xingchen kept glancing up at him, like he’d discovered a rare and new species, was disconcerting. And pissed him off, because he could guess what it was about.

“Just don’t” he said through his teeth so no one around them could hear.

“Don’t what? Congratulate you on what you’ve built here? On what you’re doing for these kids?”

“Yes, don’t. I don’t want to hear it” he sucked a breath in at the sting of the antiseptic where Xiao Xingchen applied it to his grazes.

“Alright, whatever you want” Xiao Xingchen let it drop but he still looked at Xue Yang with something approaching admiration in his eyes.

And it was addictive, to have someone look at him like that, and not like he was trash. But then it had never bothered him before. Was it purely because it was Xiao Xingchen and he wanted to be more than trash in that man’s eyes?

“I guess you read too many gossip rags” Xue Yang sniped, “I’m not on drugs, in any weird cults, or a complete slut either”

Instead of bullshitting him and denying he’d thought anything of the kind Xiao Xingchen agreed instead, “I’m beginning to see that. Of course that doesn’t mean you don’t have a vile temper, that you don’t ever learn your lessons, or that you don’t sulk like a baby when I tell you no”

He was about to make one of his usual responses when the game of football moved closer and he clamped his lips closed on the curse.

There was a knowing, teasing look in the other’s eyes and as Xue Yang looked down into that finely-boned face he realised why the other’s good opinion had meant so much to him; why he was on tenterhooks whenever Xiao Xingchen was near, which was all the time at the moment, and why his pulse fluttered like his veins were full of butterflies whenever the other touched him. He was in love with Xiao Xingchen.

Well fuck.

***

Xue Yang paced around his hotel bedroom, feeling like a caged tiger. He wanted to destroy something. No, he really wanted a stiff drink.

Was he a masochist? What had made him fall in love with a man who knocked him around for fun? No of course that was unfair, Xiao Xingchen only ever restrained him and only when Xue Yang attacked first. Still, it must definitely be masochism.

Or Stockholm Syndrome; he had been at the mercy of the other, a virtual prisoner, for weeks now.

“I need a drink” he exclaimed aloud; and so he formulated a plan.

He took a quick shower and changed into something black and sexy and flashy, then he he called reception and asked for a taxi cab, and that they ring up to let him know when it had arrived.

He waited by his bedroom door, peeping through the tiniest opening for the phone to ring back; and as Xiao Xingchen got up from the couch to answer it he dashed out and past as silently as possible to give himself as much of a head-start as he could manage.

The doors of the elevator were closing just as he saw Xiao Xingchen enter the hallway and yell at him in rage.

He was in the taxi and away; his freedom all the sweeter for being carefully wrought.

***

Xue Yang was beginning to feel pleasantly buzzed and he was chatting quite happily with the guy who stood next to him at the bar of the VIP lounge. He’d been greeted by the usual crowd who hadn’t seen him around for the weeks he’d been kept prisoner, (OK maybe that was a little dramatic), but he’d never seen this guy before and new people were interesting.

Although he was beginning to get uncomfortable at how the other stared at him intently after he’d finished his drink.

He excused himself to “visit the bathroom” when life finally caught up with him. Life of course being Xiao Xingchen.

He pushed Xue Yang up against the wall of the corridor to the bathrooms, which was surprisingly currently empty.

“Hey” Xue Yang protested, although with alcohol relaxing his muscles it hadn’t really hurt as he hadn’t tensed for impact. Actually being pinned against the wall by the man you’d fallen in love with was quite nice. He had zero experience, bar some awkward kisses with a girl who’d known as little as him when he was younger, but apparently being manhandled was beginning to be something he enjoyed. Maybe because it was Xiao Xingchen though.

“I’d advise you to keep really quiet, I’m this close to spanking the living hell out of you” and really he’d never seen Xiao Xingchen’s deceptively delicate face so twisted in anger.

But of course alcohol impaired one’s judgement; to dangerous levels sometimes.

“Is that what you like?” he asked.

“What?” Xiao Xingchen was confused, his hand tightened on Xue Yang’s collar as if he suspected the other was planning something.

“Spanking, do you get off on it?”

“You really have no fucking self-preservation instincts do you?” Xiao Xingchen demanded and if Xue Yang hadn’t been so muddled due to the reaction of his body to the other, and the alcohol humming through his bloodstream he might have realised how much trouble he was in; he had never heard the other curse before in all their weeks together.

Instead he gave in to the urge pounding at the base of his brain, unable to control it anymore. He threw his arms around Xiao Xingchen’s neck and kissed him.

Well, it was clumsy and unskilled, but it probably still counted as a kiss.

He was pushed back against the wall unceremoniously, “What do you think you’re doing? You are my client. You are drunk. You are so out of line right now”

Of course he hadn’t really expected a different response. He somehow managed to pull himself free and stumbled back out into the VIP lounge.

Actually he seemed to be more drunk than he’d realised. He was suddenly barely able to control his body and he felt like his head was full of cotton wool. A hand touched his back, “Oh, you look terrible. Do you need to lie down? Should we get you out of here?” he was vaguely aware the voice wasn’t Xiao Xingchen’s, it belonged to the guy he’d been talking to at the bar, as he was guided towards the door but he really did need to lie down right now. He was about to nod his agreement when the supporting hand was violently removed.

“What the fuck did you give him?” that was Xiao Xingchen, although he couldn’t work out what the question meant. He felt the iron-grip of his security’s hand and he was pulled close to the other; he recognised the familiar scent of his aftershave and it set his mind at rest.

***

It had been days since the nightclub incident; and he’d managed to act completely clueless about the entire evening. In honesty there were huge swathes of Xue Yang’s memory that were completely blank, but he was cursed with vague recollection of him kissing Xiao Xingchen.

He wanted to die from embarrassment. He wanted to mope around at the rejection. He had to pretend like he was completely clueless about everything that happened though and let the other just write it off as a side effect of the Flunitrazepam the random guy at the nightclub had put in his drink.

He had been in touch with Jin Guangyao and begged the other to find him new security. He couldn’t carry on being around Xiao Xingchen all the time, feeling like he did, and scared to death he’d do something stupid to reveal his feelings in a way that couldn’t be pretended away like that stupid kiss.

He had faithfully promised he’d keep up the good behaviour Xiao Xingchen had bullied into him so long as Jin Guangyao replaced him with someone who wouldn’t cause Xue Yang such pain to have close.

His manager had promised to at least look into it.

Xue Yang didn’t realise he’d been wool-gathering in his head and managed to separate slightly from Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing until he saw a face in the crowd that made him uncomfortable.

He didn’t recognise the man but the fear that skittered down his spine was very real; he turned to try and get closer to Xiao Xingchen who called his name and dashed over; the flash he caught from the corner of his eye had him raising his arm in self-protection. He was dragged out of the way and thrown to the floor, catching nothing but a glancing blow as Xiao Xingchen took out the threat.

It was all very chaotic after that as the crowd helped keep the attacker captive until the police could arrive, and ambulance was also called as both he and Xiao Xingchen had taken knife wounds.

His was a cut to the arm that didn’t particularly bother him, it was the wound on Xiao Xingchen’s side that scared the life out of him. He used his folded jacket to keep pressure on the injury.

A-Qing fluttered around trying to get him to let someone else take over so they could do the same for his arm but he just waved her off; it was nothing.

“You really have no fucking self-preservation instincts” Xiao Xingchen told him in annoyance; luckily he seemed fully conscious at the moment.

“I know. I‘m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll be better from now on” he felt close to tears but fought them back brutally.

Xiao Xingchen nodded at what he said and looked into his eyes, “At least you’ll get your new bodyguard now, silver linings right?” he reached out with his left hand to thumb away one of the tears that Xue Yang hadn’t realised had escaped.

Fucking Jin Guangyao and his stupid big mouth.

“It’s for the best, xiao-Xue, in light of everything”

Which meant Xiao Xingchen was aware of his feelings and agreed the best way to deal with it was to move on. Well there went his dignity.

“You’re too precious for this cruel world in the limelight, anyway” Xue Yang tried to mock, his voice a little strangled.

“Which of us do you mean?” Xiao Xingchen asked and it was both an arrow to his heart and salve to his ego to hear such an opinion from the other.

He was glad when the paramedics had arrived and he was shuffled away to have his own wound dealt with so he could save some face. If the paramedic thought the tears were a reaction to the pain or shock of being attacked then good.

They were taken to a nearby hospital to be treated. Xue Yang’s cut needed a few stitches so he was ready to be sent away reasonably quickly, but he stayed in the waiting room until A-Qing came back to report Xiao Xingchen was fine, he’d be kept in for a few days as his would was deeper and nastier but he was stable and in no danger.

“Aren’t you going to visit before we go?” she asked, but he shook his head. And honestly she was smart enough that she probably knew what was going on and why he didn’t want to impose on the other. “Alright, lets get you back to the hotel. I think Jin Guangyao will be waiting, unfortunately, I can’t do anything to put him off this time”

Xue Yang sighed and accepted his fate.

One Month Later

The stage lights faded for the last time and he was finally able to slip offstage. He was lathered with sweat and completely exhausted. Xue Yang’s knife wound hadn’t been particularly deep or damaging but it was surprising how much it had knocked him down. He still tired out so much more easily than he was used to, but he hadn’t wanted to put this concert off, preferring to get it out of the way so he could take a holiday for a couple of weeks and use it to think about the next steps in his career, and indeed life, with nothing hanging over his head.

The man who had attacked them had been the same who had drugged his drink in the nightclub, although due to the effects Xue Yang couldn’t identify him; it had been lucky his subconscious had reacted to the man though, or it could have been so much worse.

He accepted the towel A-Qing held out for him as he met his entourage in the back stage passages and dried off, pulling on the coat she had also brought him.

There was an oddly smug look on her face and he questioned her.

“Nothing, just something funny is all” she refused to be drawn on what caused her to smile so.

They made it back to the dressing rooms and he was bundled inside.

He wondered, uncharitably, if she was on drugs.

“No rush, your car won’t be here for quite some time yet” A-Qing told him as she shut the door behind him and he turned to find his street clothes. Except he wasn’t alone.

Oh.

Suddenly he daren’t move from the doorway, not sure whether to tear it open and flee or move into the room and act like he wasn’t bothered in the slightest.

In the end he compromised, did nothing and stayed exactly where he was.

“Why are you here?” he tried to keep his voice steady, and luckily it didn’t shake too much.

“Why do you think?” Xiao Xingchen asked him.

#mdzs #mdzs fanfic #mdzs fic #xuexiao #xue yang #xiao xingchen #Modern AU #Bodyguard AU #Blood cw #injury cw #date-rape-drug cw #pining #one-sided feelings?

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thelastspeecher · 5 years

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Superhero/villain AU - Heroic

Okay, the title is really vague because I wanted to avoid spoilers, but I’m gonna have to do a spoiler or two bc this particular ficlet requires trigger warnings! Hooray! So here’s an intense ficlet inspired by a hot button issue in my home country (the US of A), in which Emmett rises to the occasion, making both his parents proud and angry at the same time.

TW: Gun violence, school shooting situation (no injuries or deaths, don’t worry)

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Emmett looked up from his comic book when his mom turned off her favorite John Denver CD.

“What in the world…” Angie said faintly. Emmett looked out the window. His eyes widened. He sat up straighter. Every day, one of his parents would pick him up from school and then go pick up Emily, since her school let out half an hour later. He’d gotten used to the routine. The police cars parked outside Emily’s school and crowd of people milling around was most definitely not part of that routine.

“What’s going on?” Emmett asked.

“I’m not sure, hon,” Angie said. Emmett continued to stare out the window. A familiar shade of orange caught his eye.

“Is that Dad?”

“Looks like.” Angie’s voice was carefully controlled. Emmett watched his father, who was in his full hero gear, animatedly conversing with a police officer. The car came to a stop. “Stay in the car, Emmett.”

“But what if Emily’s-”

“Emily can take care of herself. You know that.”

“But-”

“Emmett Stanley McGucket, this is not up fer debate. Yer goin’ to stay in here until I find out what’s goin’ on, understand?” Angie snapped.

“…Yes, Ma,” Emmett mumbled.

“Good.” Angie got out of the car. Once she was engrossed in conversation with a police officer, Emmett silently opened his car door and exited. He snuck as close as he could without attracting attention, but still couldn’t make out what Angie was saying.

“Dangit,” Emmett muttered.

“Hey, kid,” a voice said. Emmett spun around. A police officer was approaching him. Emmett discretely slid off his power dampener. “You can’t be here. Go back to-”

“You don’t see me,” Emmett instructed the police officer. The police officer’s eyes glazed over. He stood silently, limp as a rag doll.

Oops. Emmett glanced back at his mom, who was still arguing with a police officer. Hang on. This might work. Emmett turned his attention back to the police officer he was commanding.

“Turn on your radio and give it to me,” he said. The police officer handed him his radio. “Go over there.” Emmett pointed at the small cluster of people that included Angie. “Turn on someone else’s radio. Discretely.” The police officer lumbered away, following Emmett’s instructions. The radio Emmett was holding crackled on.

“I demand to know what is goin’ on,” Angie’s voice said.

Yes! It worked! Emmett grinned. I can’t believe it! He looked up from the radio to see his dad walking over to Angie. This won’t go well.

“Ma’am, you need to leave,” Stan said gruffly. Emmett winced.

It’s so awkward whenever they have to interact and one of ‘em is masked but the other isn’t. Angie crossed her arms.

“I won’t. Not until I get some answers,” she said firmly. “Tell me what is happenin’. My daughter’s in that buildin’!”

“I-” Stan started. He rubbed his face. “There’s a gunman situation.” Emmett’s heart plummeted to his feet. “We were able to evacuate most of the children safely, but the gunman is holding one class hostage.”

“Which class?” Angie asked. Stan looked away. “Which class?” Angie’s voice broke.

“Seventh period Advanced Chemistry,” Stan said quietly. Angie covered her mouth with one hand.

Emily’s in that class! Emmett gripped the radio. That’s it. I can’t just stay out here and do nothin’!

“Tell me now what steps yer takin’ to rectify the situation,” Angie demanded. Her voice shook with emotion, but carried, attracting attention. Emmett swallowed.

It’s go time. While his mom was occupying the attention of everyone, Emmett silently slipped past the line of police officers. He sprinted towards the school. Before he could make it to the front doors, he was tackled to the ground.

“Kid, what the hell are you-” began the police officer holding Emmett down. Emmett met his eyes.

“Let me go,” he commanded. “You didn’t see me.” Like before, the officer’s eyes glazed over. He silently released Emmett from his grip. Emmett got up. He looked over at the officer he had commanded earlier. The man was shaking his head like he’d just woken up from a deep dream. Emmett broke into a cold sweat.

I can only control one person at a time. They’re gonna realize where I am. This is my only shot. Emmett jumped to his feet, bolted the remaining few feet to the front doors, and ducked inside. Immediately, the radio he was holding crackled. The sound echoed strangely in the mostly empty school.

“Emmett!” Angie’s voice screamed, startling Emmett so much he almost dropped the radio.

“H-hi, Ma,” Emmett said weakly.

“Emmett, get back here, right now,” Angie snarled.

“How the hell did you do that, kid?” demanded the voice of the first police officer Emmett had controlled.

“It’s- it’s a long story, sir.”

“And it’s irrelevant at this juncture,” Stan’s voice said. Emmett swallowed nervously.

Oh, no. Dad only uses fancy words like “juncture” when he’s pissed. Emmett began to walk through the deserted halls, disconcerted by the book bags and notebooks on the floor, dropped when people were running. I’m gonna be grounded until I’m eighteen.

“What matters is that we’ve got an innocent, harmless kid who managed to get into a dangerous active crime scene,” Stan continued. Emmett huffed.

“I’m not harmless,” he muttered.

“Emmett,” Angie said in a warning tone.

“Kid, leave the school, now,” Stan demanded.

“No.”

“Boy, if you don’t-” Angie started.

“My twin sister is being held hostage, okay? I’m not gonna sit in the car and do nothin’, Ma!”

“Rethink your decisions,” Stan said.

“No. I know what I’m doin’,” Emmett said firmly. Muffled noises sounded over the radio.

“Ma’am, please don’t make me arrest you,” said one of the police officers.

“I’ll take care of her,” Stan said. “You just keep talking to the kid, okay? Don’t let him turn off the radio.”

Shoot! That’s right, I should turn off the radio. Otherwise, that person with a gun ‘ll hear me comin’. His hands shaking, Emmett turned the radio off. A dead silence fell. Not the best adjective to use right now, ‘Met. He came to a stop and strained his ears. Faintly, he could make out vague sounds coming from down the hall. Okay. Okay. You’re actually pretty close. He continued to stand still in the hall, every inch shaking with nerves. Move, dammit! Emily’s counting on you! Emmett took a step. C’mon!

Still shaking, Emmett managed to walk down the hall. He stopped outside the only classroom with a closed door. Through the door’s window, he could see Emily, pressed up against one of the classroom’s walls. She looked up. Her eyes widened.

“Emmett?” she mouthed. Emmett nodded.

“Send him out here,” Emmett mouthed back. Emily’s eyes widened further. She shook her head. Emmett nodded. Emily grimaced.

“Fine,” she mouthed. She looked at something that Emmett couldn’t see, most likely the gunman.

“Hey, uh, I think I heard somethin’.” Emily’s voice was loud enough that Emmett could hear it through the closed door. “Somethin’ out in the hall.” A muffled voice replied. “It’s not. I’m serious.” Footsteps sounded. The door burst open, revealing a teenage boy Emmett’s age, holding a rifle not unlike the ones Emmett’s relatives used to kill foxes that got too close to the henhouse. Before the boy could raise his gun, Emmett spoke.

“Stop.” Emmett focused as much of his power into his voice as he possibly could. The boy froze. “Let go of yer weapon.” The boy dropped the gun like it was red hot. “Kick it over to me.” The boy did as he was told. Emmett picked up the gun, then tossed it over the boy’s head. A gust of wind carried the gun to Emily, who caught it in her hands. Emmett then released the command. The boy’s eyes cleared from the haze they got when under Emmett’s control.

“Who- how-” the boy started. Emmett swallowed.

“Look. I could force you to give yourself up,” he started. His voice shook, betraying his continued anxiety about the situation. The boy straightened his back.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Well, fer starters, my sister has your gun now. And our ma’s been teachin’ us how to properly operate firearms since we could crawl.” Emmett nodded at Emily. The boy turned around. He saw Emily brandishing the gun and paled. “So yeah, I could force ya. But I shouldn’t have to. And I don’t want to. You did a bad thing.” The boy’s shoulders fell. “You know it. So do what ya can to rectify it. Give yourself up.” Emmett put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I’ll walk out with ya.” After a moment, the boy nodded. “C’mon.”

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“You’re grounded until you’re eighteen, kid,” Stan said, his voice muffled by the tight hug. By the time Emmett and all the students had emerged from the school, Stan had gone home to change out of his spandex so that he could be there not as the superhero Flamethrower, but Emily and Emmett’s dad. Emmett and Emily were currently wrapping in a tight hug by both their parents.

“I figured,” Emmett replied. Angie broke off the hug to cup Emmett’s face in her hands.

“Emmett, that was incredibly brave,” she said sincerely. Emmett smiled. “But it was also incredibly dumb.”

“Easily the dumbest thing I’ve seen any of you kids do,” Stan added. “And that’s saying something.” Emmett shrugged. “Sport, if it wasn’t for your power, you’d be in deep shit. You realize that, right?”

“Yeah.” Emmett rubbed the back of his neck. “I know.”

“Emmett got the guy to give himself up without using his power, though,” Emily said. “Yeah, he used it to get the gun away, but after that, he talked the guy down.” Angie put a hand over her heart. Stan’s eyes welled with tears.

“Dad, don’t cry,” Emmett said.

“I’m not crying,” Stan grunted. “It’s just- it’s allergy season, y’know.”

“No, it’s not,” Angie said. She kissed Emmett’s forehead, something she had to stand on her tiptoes to do, now that he was taller than her. “Honey, I can’t decide whether to be proud of ya or profoundly furious with ya. Which is part of bein’ a parent, I s’ppose.” She frowned at Emmett. “Seriously, though, if ya ever try somethin’ like this again-”

“Not planning on it.”

“Well, not until you become a hero like your old man, right?” Stan asked, jovially elbowing Emmett. Emmett shrugged. “Aw, c’mon. That was pure heroism, what you just did.”

“I know, but…” Emmett looked away. “It was really scary.”

“Yeah, that never goes away. It never stops being scary,” Stan said breezily. Emmett grimaced. “What makes a hero is doing the right thing, even though you’re scared.”

“Yeah…” Emmett nudged the ground with his toe. “I’m not really in the mood fer one of your motivational speeches, Dad. I’m a bit…I just wanna go home.” His voice became smaller with every word. Stan wrapped his arm around Emmett’s shoulders and squeezed.

“You got it, kiddo. But maybe we can stop for a treat on the way? I think a hero deserves some ice cream.”

“I agree,” Angie said.

“Yup,” Emily said. Emmett managed a small smile.

“I’m not one to turn down ice cream,” he said. Stan grinned at him.

“That’s my boy.”

#oooooof this had content a bit heavier than I usually write #but I'm proud of how it turned out nonetheless.#Superhero/villain AU #Emmett McGucket #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Emily Pines #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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minky-beta · 7 years

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Noah Foster x Reader: Eventually... Eventually

Request: Noah imagine where you accuse Audrey of being the accomplice so he breaks up with you bc he thinks Audrey would never betray him? And you can decide the ending thanks!! ❤❤❤

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, a lot's gone on in this past year. Either way, I hope you all really like it!!!!

Also there is like little to no fluff.

Warning: A couple of cuss words??

You smiled at Noah's Mom, rambling off a generic greeting as you rushed your way over to Noah's room. Ever since Piper's killer wave, you and Noah hadn't been the best. Noah was obsessed with the accomplice theory, so you didn't exactly have the best support system from him right after it. You guys had countless fights from seemingly everything, from his podcast, to the murder board, to jealousy, to going to a place for dinner. With every fight and argument, your relationship seemed to edge closer and closer to the edge.

You and Noah had a huge argument the night before because he didn't think you supported the podcast. You had gotten over your initial reaction of it, which had been triggering flashbacks of being stabbed. But now you were afraid of the accomplice or whoever tracking him, and what could happen if he got too close. Either way, you didn't want to be the one who kept him from doing something that made him happy and seemed to help him cope.

"Hey babe," you said as you walked inside and saw him staring at the murder board.

Noah turned towards you and smiled. Like usual, he tried to not be petty after fights. "Hi sweetie," he said.

"Do you have any new clues?" you asked.

He frowned and shook his head. "All the clues are gonna connect together into some story, but I have no idea who pulled the strings. Who's the person that connects everything."

"Maybe we should just go through everyone involved again." You pressed your lips together and sat down on his bed, staring at the murder board as well.

"I've already tried that," he muttered.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. After staring at the board for a few minutes, you groaned and went up to the board. You snapped a picture of the board. "We're starting with a clean slate," you said as you pulled down the pictures of everybody on the board.

Noah nodded as he helped you peel off the photos. You both stared at the stack of pictures on his desk. "Now let's take out all of the victims and separate them on died and-" You struggled for the words. "Just stalked."

He smirked at you. "Those were definitely the best words you could've chosen," he said.

"I am trying to help you find the accomplice of a dude who both stalked and tried to murder me." You gave him a playful shove. "Watch it, or I'll do a big reveal of how I'm the accomplice,"

"You know, this wouldn't be a bad cover to be honest," he explained with a smile, "Date the guy who's the most dedicated to finding you and 'help' him in the investigation,"

"Shut up," you laughed as you finally separated the pictures. "Now who can we rule out for sure?"

"Emma," Noah suggested, "She was attacked the most. And Piper wouldn't have told Emma her story if that happened; she thought that they were completely alone,"

You nodded. "And Brooke, since you and Audrey found her in the freezer." Noah grabbed the 'dead' stack and pinned them up to the board, while you handed him the next stack of people. "And Audrey," he said as he held out his hand for you to pass it off.

You pressed your lips together but handed it to him, nonetheless. "What crosses her off the suspect list?"

"She helped Emma kill Piper." Noah looked at you confused.

"After Piper had already told her story, and Audrey was hiding during that. Me and you tried to track Emma and lost her, how else did Audrey find them at the lake?"

"Why would she kill Piper if they were accomplices?" he demanded, but still trying to keep a level voice.

You sighed. "It wouldn't be the first time people who had differences stopped working together. A lot of people will sabotage their co-workers, think of how brutal that can get with serial killers,"

"Then what about Rachel?"

"Same thing as before. They had a fight, Piper killed Rachel... Or maybe Piper did it as a warning because Audrey wanted to leave. Audrey felt pressured and went back to Piper. When she had her chance, she killed Piper with Emma as a... last revenge."

He ran a hand through his hair and glared daggers at you. "She is my best friend, Y/N," he growled, "I trust her. She wouldn't do this!"

"We can't cross people out of this unless the evidence does it for us!"

Noah began pacing up and down his room before turning towards you. "I know Audrey, Y/N,"

"We thought we knew Piper," you snapped.

"Piper wasn't my best friend. I didn't know her for years."

You shook your head. "We need to think about this logically, without any emotion. All I'm saying is that you've crossed her off the list every time before this, and it's never made complete sense,"

"How could you say this?" he asked, "This is Audrey you're talking about. We've known her for years. She's helped you calm down from panic attacks and given you rides so you don't have to walk out when it's late. And you're telling me to consider her of being the reason you're scared to do that in the first place?"

"I've always considered everybody! Ever since this happened, I've been scared of literally everybody being the killer and accomplice!" You screamed. You blinked slowly as tears shone in your eyes. "Unless there's evidence, I'm going to keep questioning everyone,"

"Have you considered me?" Noah asked. Your breath hitched as you froze. He stopped before scoffing, "Oh my god, you have,"

"It's nothing against you! I've always had trust issues," you yelled, while Noah stared at you shocked, "Some wack job murdering my friends puts me on overdrive!" You sighed and pressed your lips together as you tried to calm yourself down. "I didn't want to think it was you, but I couldn't help it. Then there was evidence, and I never questioned you again,"

"I trust Audrey," he pleaded and stepped closer, "Shouldn't that be enough?" "I wish it was." You stared at him with tear-ridden eyes. "I need something logical to make me believe, with no questions, that Audrey's innocent,"

The both of you watched each other for a few moments. Noah dropped his gaze and sighed, running his hand over his face, before looking at you again. "Maybe... we shouldn't be together then..."

You felt frozen. You opened your mouth to speak but struggled for the words. "W-wait... What are you saying?" you stuttered, going on even though your voice was cracking.

"Be honest Y/N," he whispered, "We've been on the edge of a break up for weeks, maybe months,"

"I love you, Noah" you pleaded.

"We've been fighting about nothing over and over again. Only to apologize, and then do it again by the next hour." He shook his head. "And now I know you've questioned whether I did this. You're even trying to convince me to consider my friend as someone who murder people, who psychologically tortured all of us. Someone who, at one point, was my only friend. And you think she could have done that,"

You were about to fight to hold onto this. To hold onto the relationship you had cherished for a year. To hold onto your boyfriend that you loved. the person you loved.

But when he glared at you, you knew that there was no way you could talk your way out of this. When you guys usually had fights, Noah would look pissed, but a kind of pissed where it was obvious that he didn't want to keep fighting, where he was desperate to calm down and work it out. This time, though, this time he looked at you like he was ready to do or say whatever it took for you to get out. You just had to get out.

You couldn't try to explain yourself, at least not right now.

"You really want to break up," you whispered, not sure if it was a pleading question or a statement. It felt like both. You knew it was true but didn't want it to be so. He nodded. You bit into your bottom lip. "Then bye Noah," you whispered. You stepped slowly over to the bedroom door. "I do love you, ya know."

Noah looked back at you, and for a moment it reminded you of how he looked at you back before everything that happened. When you guys had been dating and didn't fight unless it was an actual issues and you guys understood each other. When you guys were completely ignorant of what it felt like to be on the phone with a dying friend, or a murderer, or to be stabbed. When you guys knew you loved each other and thought that you would be the high school sweethearts (and your friends thought you would be to)

You sent him a pathetic smile and stepped out of his room. Mrs. Foster smiled brightly at you as you stepped downstairs. "Hey sweetie," she cheerily said, "Do you think you'd be able to stay for dinner? I'm making your favorit-"

Unknown to you, Noah had text Audrey about the breakup, without any detail. He ran a hand down his face as he tried to stop the salty tears from dropping. He stared at the board for a moment before slowly walking to it and taking Audrey's photo down before dropping it to the 'Suspect' list.

"I actually really need to meet up with friends, for a school project," you rushed out, "Thanks though Mrs. Foster. You're great," You rushed out of Noah's house, finally letting your tears fall. You called the first person that came to your mind.

"Brooke," you sobbed.

She immediately became concerned. "Oh my god, Y/N what happened?"

"Me and Noah broke up," you choked up.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up."

"I'm heading to my house right now."

You could already hear her scrambling around on the other end. "I'm heading there. And listen to me, he made a horrible fucking mistake, okay? You're amazing, how could he do that?" You pressed your lips together. You didn't want to tell anyone about what had been the last straw. You didn't want anyone to be rude towards Audrey, or you if they took her side. Noah might tell people, but you figured he wouldn't want anyone questioning her either.

"We had another fight, and that coupled with how many others fight we've had lately." You wiped at a few more tears. "I really loved him Brooke,"

"I know sweetheart," she whispered, "Don't worry, you'll get through this. I mean, we all got through Piper, you can get through this,"

You couldn't stop the small smile as some hope appeared in the heavy pit in your stomach. "Thanks."

"I'm going to hang up right now, but I'm going to show up at your house with the post-breakup crew and supplies," she said.

"I'll see you, and I am completely ready for this crew."

"Bye then," She laughed, and you heard her car start. "You'll be fine, Y/N, eventually." With that, she hung up.

You brought the phone down and could only imagine Brooke calling Emma. She'd probably rush through an explanation before calling Noah every name out of the book. You figured Noah was calling Audrey, who was doing the same to you.

Noah...

His caramel hair. And hazel eyes.... Those eyes lighting up when he found a movie conspiracy theory. How he would try to make a song of stuff he had to memorize, and then promptly forget it. Man, you had a lot of his movies and books in your room that you'd have to get rid of. How he'd lean forward a little in his chair and narrow his eyes whenever he got really interested in something in class. His clothes... They smelled like the markers he used on his board and the snacks he would eat at his desktop. They smelled like him. The same scent that always stuck to his flannels a little longer whenever he fell asleep in them, usually studying or working on the podcast. Those were the ones you usually tried to borrow (or steal). You would wear them to bed, then when you had a nightmare, you'd feel like he was there. You had lost track of how many might be hiding away in your closet. You thought of how close he'd hold you when the murders first started. He'd beg you to stay over at his house, until you asked Brooke to cover for you and did. The two of you would watch conspiracy theory videos to stay up all night when the nightmares would be too bad. The late night phone calls where he would test out scripts for the podcast with you...

Just Noah. Noah in general.... Everything about him. It all came rushing back to you. You weren't losing a dream. You were losing, no, it already happened-- you had just fucking lost him. Noah.

"Eventually," you whispered to yourself, "Be fine, eventually,"

You could only hope it was true.

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