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[ja3hwa]

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【Synopsis】 : Your life might of been turned upside down within only a couple of hours. But you can't help but think it was the best thing that could of ever happened.

『Word count』 : 3k

-> Genre: Suggestive. Supernatural. Dark Romance

Pairing: Ot8!Vampire!Ateez x Human!Reader [Currently Seonghwa/Jongho/Yeosang]

[Warnings] : Blood Drinking. Biting. Wounds. Gore. Swearing. Dirty talk. Yeosang is mean but isn't really. Jongho can read minds. Mention of all members having super abilities. Mixture of past and present writing. Clubbing. Pet names. Jongho give the best forehead kisses. Reader talks about her abusive past. Angst but Jongie is a soother.

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Yeosang was quick to hang up the phone once he ended his conversation with Jongho. His eyes were darting all over the bar trying his best to see if he could find the young woman he saw but alas she was gone. As if she was never there to begin with. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. He swore to himself over again, racking his fingers through his washed-out green hair. He turned away for only a second, how could she have disappeared? He rubbed his jaw quickly letting out yet another huff before turning to head back towards his office but as he turned he slammed right into someone.

“Shit!” He swore this time aloud, seeing his button-up was covered in sweet liquor. Stupid fucking humans. Stupid, disgusting hu─

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you. Oh my, I’m so clumsy.” Your voice was sweet, like silk. He hates himself for remembering how you sounded. Your eyes finally caught him, but he was frozen, just staring at you with his mouth slightly agape. You were just as beautiful as the day they all lost you.

“Uh… It’s..It’s fine.” He was so caught off guard. You clearly didn’t know him. There was no recollection in your gaze. Just a simple apologetic smile that humans give one another when they don’t know each other. Were you even you? Were you just some human that looked like you? No. You had the same voice. The same twinkle in your eye that Yeosang died to see every chance he got. And….

“Well, I’m still so sorry. Here, I’ll pay for your dry cleaning.” You were being so kind to him. Kind to a stranger. Without thinking Yeosang Grabbed your wrist before you could pull your wallet out. You flinched slightly from the sudden movement of the unknown male, but you didn’t shy away from it. His touch wasn’t sending off red flags like other males who tried to touch you. No, there was something almost deja-vu like with his rough hand gripping tightly. You couldn’t explain it but it felt like you’ve been in this situation with him before.

Yeosang blinked a few times quickly, trying to find something anything to say to do. Ask for your name maybe? No, he can’t do that now in this kind of situation. So he just smiled. “No Need Pet. It was an accident.”

He let go of you roughly, which he didn’t mean but his mind was too focused on getting away from you so he could breathe and recollect his scattered thoughts. He didn’t even get you a chance to say thank you before he was off, weaving through the crowd so he could get to one of his men so they could put out a scout for you. He needed to keep you close, keep tabs on you. Needing to know who exactly you are before he says anything else to the others. Last thing he needs is someone like Mingi, Wooyoung or San having hope you are alive.

You, on the other hand, stood there for a moment. Trying to take in exactly what happened. you felt a little odd like something was unfinished. His face looked at you with such sorrow and loss. Did you remind him of someone? And why did he call you pet?

- The Past -

Yeosang had left you to wander the grounds on your own, saying he needed to finish his work before retiring to bed. You wished him a good night before heading through the halls, not before asking him directions of course. Thankfully you were on the right track anyway and only needed to take two more rights before finally stumbling into the vast kitchen. No one was here, strange? But given the lords of the manor were not awake in the day, it should make sense. No one needed to prepare food or supply lunching or tea to anyone during these early hours of the morning.

You grabbed a drink for yourself, trying not to disturb whatever order the kitchen had seemed to be arranged in. The cool water felt heavenly down your horse throat. From the screams earlier because of Seonghwa and then the tinge of pain that is still lingering from Yeosang’s fangs. It was no wonder the liquid was healing for your vocals. A mirror was situated in the corner of the room just behind the door. Most likely so maids or servers could check their appearance before being presented in front of any high socialite they may be a guest here on occasions. You glanced over at your neck to see two harsh red punctures. The blood was cleaned and dried from Yeosang tending to your wounds, but there was still some speckles of dried blood on the hem of your sleepwear. You couldn’t understand why you felt nothing upon seeing the marks. No fear, no sense of uncomfortableness or pain. Just simply is. Like this was normal. Like it had been the most mundane thing in your abusive life.

You might be a little fucked up.

But who could blame you? Your parents were vial, your siblings were useless, and your soon-to-be was a pig. You were alone until they showed up. Until they swept you off your feet─literally─and stole you away into some fairy tale. that’s what it felt like. Like you had fallen down the rabbit hole into wonderland just like the books you’ve read had suggested. Would that make you Alice then? Maybe you’d be more of a mad hatter?

“I think you are more of the white rabbit. Soft, cute.” You jumped, turning around to see a gentle-looking but broad beefy man. Jongho… did he, did he just read my mind? “I sure did honey. You have quite a lot in there for such a young sweet thing hmm?”

“H-how….” All these questions started running through your head. How could he read your mind? Do all vampires have this ability? Have all of them been about to hear your thoughts since you got here? Jongho was suddenly in front of you, using his super-speed to cage you between the door and his warm body.

“Slow down with the questions, honey. To answer them. I’m the only one out of us that can read minds.” That made you sigh slightly in relief. “Vampires when turned or born, gain one ability. For example, I can read minds. Seonghwa can bend water. Yunho has healing abilities. And the list goes on.”

“What does Yeosang h-have…” You gulped, feeling Jongho's body so close to yours. His one hand is perfectly perched on your hip while the other lies spread against the door. You try not to make your mind wonder if he is going to bite you like the others. Or the way his lips would feel on you. Any part of you.

You notice a darkness swirl in his eyes, watching you intensely. “He should be the one to tell you…” he didn’t let you say anything else as his head dipped to your neck kissing along the wound Yeosang had left prior. His cold tongue glided over both puncture marks, tasting the little bit of dried leftover blood that had been left behind. “Your mind wanders so quickly doesn’t it honey?”

“What was it? About wanting to know if I’ll bite you. Or touch you? Maybe…” He snapped his head up, looking you straight in the eyes, like he was looking directly into your soul. Your heart was racing and you knew he could hear it. He could hear everything, from your jagged breath, shacking limbs and your sinful thoughts that you were so desperately trying to shoo away. “You wanna know how good I could fuck you? Hmm, who knew our sweet little rabbit was so naughty.”

“T-that’s not true.” You knew lying was not the best thing to do considering he can literally read your fucking mind. But you had no idea what else to say. He just chuckled, clicking his tongue lightly before closing the gap between you, making your bodies flush against one another. His nose rubbed along your neck inhaling generously. You smelt amazing to him. Like lilacs and summer rain showers. Or how a forest smells fresh and light in the early hours of dawn. He could just have you in his arms, inhaling your scent for hours and would never grow tired. He wouldn’t admit it, nor would he linger too deep in your mind either for the same reason. That he was definitely falling in love with you. Unlike his friends, he was a romantic. A dirty, filthy, romantic. And he wanted to do everything and anything to you, for you, with you. Anything for you to call him, yours.

“Such a sweet little white rabbit. So kind, even though the world has been nothing but hardship for you.” His words made a lump form in your throat, not thinking if this vampire could indeed read minds, he was not only able to see your dirty fantasies but your dark past too. Your pain. The memories you wish more than anything to erase. You didn’t want to life you were given, always praying for a new start. Or a quick death. Whichever came first you didn’t mind. But maybe now you could have that new start. One filled with love, devotion, and gratitude. Like the relationships in the stories you’ve read. One were you could feel equal even though they were all beasts. They were more human than the humans you already knew. “Let’s get you back to bed hmm?”

Jongho’s words sounded more like a question but you knew he meant it in more of a statement. Wanting you to not grow tired from the crazy event you had only hours been through. “I don’t think I could sleep even if I tried.”

“Why?” He didn’t mean to bluntly ask but he was worried. Sure he could just read your mind and find out. But he wanted to hear the emotion behind the words. He needed you to say it aloud.

“Last night…” You took a breath, relaxing a little into Jongho’s hold, as he kept you firmly between the door and his body. “It was not the first time I’d seen blood. Or death. To be fair. For a moment. I thought I was going to die tonight. And I wasn’t afraid.” You hiccuped feeling a tear break from your left eye. “I wasn’t scared of death. In fact, I was ready to welcome it. And it made me realise how much I’ve lived in a loop of pain. Waiting for something to either kill me or help me.”

It was Jongho’s turn to take a deep breath, rubbing his thumb into your hip, trying to comfort you as you spoke. “I’m glad you all came to save me. Even though this might seem crazy. And I have only known you all for less than a day. I have felt more at home here than I have my entire life. So t-thank you.”

Jongho’s undead heart broke at your little sob. You were so young and yet you had been through so much. He knew then and there he was going to protect you, shield you. Even if it meant getting himself injured or killed. He dropped his hand from the wall so he could cup your face. Your glossy, watery eyes stared up at him with so much agony. He sighed. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Okay, Honey. You are safe with us. You might not understand this yet but we… We have cared about you for a while.”

He wasn’t about to pour out all the confessions of you being their mate. And how they are all mated to one another and you were their missing piece. That was for another day. For now. All you needed was reassurance. A kind hand to hold. a broad chest to hug. “Come on now. Let’s actually get you back to bed now.”

He walked you back to your room where a lightly snoring Seonghwa was. You thanked Jongho again and he said ‘There is no need to thank me’ but yet you still said it again. Gave you one last smile before kissing your forehead with such gentleness. Softness like nothing you’ve ever felt. He was gone before you could even whisper out a goodnight.

#ateez #ja3hwa #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez reaction #ateez reactions #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez scenario #ateez x reader #ateez poly #ateez x female reader #ateez x reader smut #ateez fic #atz reactions #atz smut #atz fluff #atz drabbles #atz hard hours #atz imagines #atz scenarios #atz x reader #atz fanfic #yeosang x reader #kang yeosang x reader #ateez jongho #jongho x reader #jongho smut #choi jongho

[yeahthatsonearthdipshit000]

things that I didn't expect in each Lockood & Co. episode

E.1: This Will Be Us:

The intro is fucking sick

THE DOOR ON THE LANDING IS IN THE INTROOOOO

The Locket was changed to a ring?!????

Everything else was insanely accurate

"Lockwood's a dick"

E.2: Let Go Of Me:

Ghost-lock is like...a really big issue??

"Yeah, she can be a bit...quirky,"

Lockwood didn't use his smiley giraffe toy mobile😭

Uh Lucy was literally possessed~

LOCKWOOD'S RED SOCKSSS

"He's a little shit, sir."

The boys freaking out at the end when they find out Lucy had the ring the whole time

E.3: Doubt Thou The Stars:

"You've got a real hard-on for him, haven't you?" "Well, if you want to put it like that."

Combe Carrey Hall is ELEGANT

THE GOGGLES ARE SO GOOFY LOOKING OML

They got "arrested"???

Penelope Fittes just trotting up to them at the Fitte's boy's funeral??

LUCY GETTING HER FOURTH GRADE

LUCY JUST FUCKING PASSING OUT AT THE END???

E.4: Sweet Dreams:

Lucy wasn't at the wraith cemetery at the beginning of the whispering skull😭

"And you just wanna watch him...die."

JOPLIN IS A WOMANNNNNN💅💅💪💅😭

Kensel Green was owned by the Bickerstaffs and their son - Edmund - was caught digging up corpses uhhhhh

Lucy's mental breakdown in kensel green

Bickerstaffs ghost being so fucking huge and like disintegrating lucy's rapier

The skull's voice being like warped and so fucking creepy oml

"and it proves that I am like-" "clinically insane?" "REALLY FUCKIN POWERFUL"

"I know I look like Anthony Lockwood, but I'm not. I'm actually a fully qualified doctor."

The episode went by insanely quick??? Like?

E.5: Death Is Coming:

The Tendy's badge??

Joplin is giving....pedophile

Also is her actor the same one who plays molly in sherlock????

MRS WINKMAN IS A FUCKIN BADASS

Nahhh cuz winkman's freaking voice-

LOCKWOOD WAS IN AN ELECTRIC CHAIR THE WHOLE TIME LMAO

ALSO WHY IS WINKMAN SO VIOLENT ISN'T HE SUPPOSED TO CARESS LOCKY'S HAND AND TELL HIM TO GO AWAY??

Leopold was abused😭😭😭😭😭

E.6: You Never Asked:

The ghosts of bickerstaff's patients like that was so creepy

The Golden Blade's manbun💅

Salt sprinklers instead of water sprinklers??? And they're gorgeous??!???

E.7: Mesmerised

LOCKWOOD HYPERVENTILATING AT THE AUCTION AND HIM AND LUCY HOLDING EACH OTHER AND THE "NOW PLEASE PLEASE GET BACK TO BEING A FLIPPANT DICKGEAD AND GET US OUT OF HERE"😭😭😭

Golden blade snapping Lockwood's rapier and then lucy hoping up behind him and absolutely annihilating his fucking back

Lockwood was wearing blue socks this time

"You me and herons, let's do it" AHSHSVSH I'VE ALWAYS SHIPPED GEORGE AND FLO ITS FINALLY HAPPENINGBKAJDBD

LOCKWOOD HELPING LUCY OF THE GROUND AND THEM LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THEY'RE GONNA KISS AND THEN LUCY SHOVING LOCKY AND StRuTtInG AWAY

E.8: Not The Eternal:

All of the circles George drew on the thinking cloth

Winkman taking his jacket off like a baddie💅💪

"And I'm Anthony bloody Lockwood"

Kipps having a panic attack and totally crying in the catacombs😭

Kat godwin being so fucking sexy with her rapier

"To save my friends." 🏃‍♂️"And Kipps."🏃‍♂️

Golden Blade shooting Lockwood and yeeting him down into the catacombs

Luce using the skull to look at the bone glass????

Lockwood in his normal clothes at the end and all of them bustling around like a little family😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Lockwood almost died a thousand times, but I think he's decided he's better off alive. Which is really good"

LUCY SHOVING A DONUT IN GEORGE'S MOUTH LMAOOO

AND LOCKY WASN'T WEARING SHOES

IN CONCLUSION I AM READY FOR THE HOLLOW BOY

#Lockwood and co #lockwood & co #L&co #l&co spoilers #l&co. netflix #lockwood and co netflix #lockwood and co spoilers #lockwood & co netflix #lockwood & co spoilers #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #George cubbins #Quill kipps #locklyle #kat godwin #Flo bones #florence bonnard #ned shaw #bobby vernon #penelope fittes #skull in the jar #the skull in the jar #the skull #jonathan stroud #the screaming staircase #the whispering skull

[thegaysinmyhead]

Obsession PT 2

Danny was freaking the fuck out. Considering he spent the last few weeks in a lab being picked, prodded, and vivisected, he feels like he deserves a little bit of a freakout. But trauma-related things aside, Danny was freaking out over this hot-as-hell baddie who saved him. Like, holy shit! This guy’s biceps were bigger than his head, and he would really really like to have his head placed between those thighs.

Holy fuck. His knight in shining red armor was going to fully kill him for how fucking sexy he was. That gruff voice? The tight muscle shirt? The beautiful cheekbones hidden slightly under his mask? Danny was going to die a second death and he wasn’t even going to complain, not if it was this guy doing it.

Danny was thirsting so hard he almost missed what the man was saying.

“–Red Hood. Answer my first question, why do the Pits react to you,”

Red Hood? The Red Hood? Ancients, Sam was going to froth at the mouth when he tells her that Red Hood saved him and was hot as fuck.

“I don’t know what ‘the Pits’ are, dude. The only thing that reacts like that to ectoplasm is more ectoplasm, and that’s the only thing that’s reacting to me. You’re like, constantly angry,” Danny grimaced at the fresh wave of hot rage.

Damn, he wishes there was more reacting to him.

“The Pits. Lazarus Water. The green shit you got all over the floor and my fucking hands when I carried you here,” The vigilante (crime lord?) growled.

Fuck that growl is hot. He wants Red Hood to growl like that in his ear, wants to know what he sounds like when those growls break into whimpers, wants to taste that growl–

“That’s ectoplasm, kinda makes up my whole body in this form so it’s not like I choose to bleed it. Trust me, I’d bleed regular blood if I could. Blood stains are so much easier to get out of my clothes,”

Danny could tell Red Hood was glaring at him underneath his domino, and he was gonna have a problem in his pants if the other man didn’t turn away soon. 

“Why. Do. The. Pits. React. To. You,” The vigilante growled out slowly, teeth clicking together in what sounded almost painful. Danny had no idea what he was supposed to say. The man in front of him had obviously died before and came back, but the ectoplasm felt more like a contaminated blob than a full ghost. He couldn’t even see the ghost core underneath all the gunk, even if he could feel it. Red Hood’s core felt…just as angry as when Danny felt it earlier.

How do you give Ghost Biology 101 to a pissed-off guy with a gun who probably had death-related trauma?

“So…I’m just gonna be as blunt as possible and hope you don’t shoot me,”

Red Hood glared harder, his core thrumming ANGER-CONFUSION-ANGER as Danny flipped to sit cross-legged above the couch. He pinched his face together to think about the best place to start, but realized the worst part should probably get put out of the way first. He did say he was going to be as blunt as possible.

“So, you died—” Almost as quick as he said it there was a bullet grazing through his shoulder and embedding into the wall behind him. Thank fuck for intangibility. The crime lord’s core thrummed louder, a garbled mimic of a ghost growl as green blinked behind red lenses.

“Yeah, I know how you feel man. Dying really, really sucks,” Danny murmured before lowering fully onto the couch. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“–But, that’s probably the start of what I need to tell you, unless you’ve come in contact with glowing green water beforehand?” 

The vigilante grit his teeth, but shook his head no.

“Right, so. You died–and I’m not gonna ask or make assumptions about it! I get it. But, when you got pulled from wherever you were before…you didn’t exactly…come back all the way,” He finished his sentence with a murmur, but the silence of the apartment made sure it was heard easily. A deep frown etched itself onto Red Hood’s face.

“Come back all the way? What kind of bullshit is that? You’re dead or you’re not, even I’ve met ghosts and shit that proves that,” 

Red Hood’s met ghosts? Hopefully none from the Ghost Zone, they’d probably tear him to pieces in a ghost brawl with how weak his ectoplasm is. Might make this explanation easier though.

Danny wrung his hands together before shrugging awkwardly, “Not…exactly? Death is more of a spectrum than a black-and-white kinda thing. You can lean towards one side or the other, sometimes being fully on one side, but it’s supposed to be impossible to sit on both at the same time. That’s…kinda where I come in?”

The halfa shifted while looking anywhere but the crime boss in front of him, lips tucked into a silent whistle as his core hummed anxiously. Danny could tell Red Hood was getting impatient, but he didn’t expect to have to show a solid 12/10 hot piece of ass his human form right after getting away from a GIW base! Sue him, he needs a minute!

With a groan, Danny flung himself into a stand. He rubbed a hand down his face while chanting “Please don’t be naked, please don’t be naked,”

A bright light filled the room before Red Hood could react or question the mumbling, and when the light finally faded he blinked rapidly to get rid of black spots. In the place Danny stood moments before was an individual with black hair, blue eyes, and very very tattered clothing. The cloth (if it could even be called that at this point) looked as if it used to be a NASA hoodie and black jeans, and duct-taped red sneakers sat on the new man’s feet. Blood stains were covering most of the fabric, and the man sheepishly scratched the back of his head. A bright red blush was spreading across his cheeks to slightly pointed ears.

“Yeah, I kind of forgot the last time I was in this form. At least I’m not naked?” The new man (Danny?) said with a small smile.

“Wait, wait, wait–” Jason raised his hands in a stopping motion with a shake of his head, “–what the fuck do you mean ‘this form’?”

(Supposedly) Danny just tilted his head before placing his hands on his hips. He tipped his head up and pursed his lips in thought, “Well, that was technically my ghost form before? This is my human form… and oh jeez, I feel like I skipped like a hundred slides of the Ghost Biology PowerPoint,” Danny mumbled while hiding his face between his hands.

Jason slid a still-clawed hand over his eyes, frustration building, but surprisingly no green was threatening his vision. Small mercies, “Ghost? So, you’re a ghost?” he questioned slowly.

“Only half ghost…”

Jason took a deep breath and deadpanned, “How the fuck can you be ‘half ghost’,”

Danny looked like he swallowed a lemon as he went silent. There seemed to be a silent debate going on in the man's head as the thing in Jason’s chest rumbled with RAGE-FRUSTRATION-WORRY. Danny seemed to come to a decision as he finally spoke.

“Well…same way you did? Kind of a Schrödinger cat situation. Do you really not notice anything ghostly that you do? Like–hiding better than you ever did before, shadows clinging to you in ways that seem unnatural, attacks on you not hitting their mark even though you know they should have?”

Jason paused, shoulders tightening with tension. He never really thought about it, but those words stirred something in his brain. Bullets that should’ve definitely hit him dead on were usually explained away with the distance between him and the gun shooting at him, but the times he was barely holding onto a hiding spot and wondering how the hell he wasn’t caught? The warm embrace of Gotham at night when shadows were everywhere and he was swinging and jumping through rooftops? Jumps no normal human would’ve been able to make unless they were a meta? 

He knew the Pit had changed him; his eyes glowed green when he felt emotions too strong, his body filled out with more muscle than he knew what to do with, and he was straining the edge between trained strength and superhuman. Now…now he isn’t really sure what the Pits did to him…

“–And if I say I have? Noticed… ‘ghostly’ things I do?”

The black-haired man just gave him a bright smile, “Well, then that probably just makes it easier to accept what comes next,”

“What comes next?” Jason blinked.

“Yeah. Because, again, sir, your ectoplasm is rancid. Disgustingly rancid. I’m filtering as much of it as I can, but you need a doctor like yesterday,”

Jason could feel the frustration growing again. This guy just did not know how to give good explanations, “What do you mean you’re ‘filtering’ it?” He said through gritted teeth. His jaw suddenly felt like it was too small for his molars, and his gums burned worse than when his wisdom teeth needed to get removed. Danny just waved off his building anger.

“Exactly that, dude. I’m pulling the toxic stuff into me and pushing the cleaner stuff back to you. It’s not pure ectoplasm, we’d probably need to go to the Ghost Zone for that, but you should feel a whole lot better than you did before,”

And Jason…Jason did actually feel a whole lot better. There wasn’t an angry voice whispering in the back of his mind that he needed to spill blood, and he wasn’t fighting off an indescribable rage with every ounce of his willpower. He felt better than the best days of dealing with the Pit and then some. But what the fuck was a ‘Ghost Zone’? Danny must’ve seen the confusion from his frown because he was speaking again.

“–Shit, I’m really bad at explaining things, sorry. The Ghost Zone is basically where most ghosts, or ‘ecto-plasmic beings’ depending on who you ask, live–and usually–stay. The atmosphere is pretty much pure ectoplasm because everything there is made of ectoplasm. Like how everything alive here is made of carbon,” Danny waved his arms around awkwardly as he spoke, back squished tightly against the cushions of the couch. His fists were clenched white with nerves.

Jason nodded. That made sense…kind of. He was still wrapping his head around the whole ‘half-ghost’ thing, honestly. He was also wondering how the fuck that was possible and why this guy thinks he’s one.

“You said I’m like you?” 

Danny nodded, before thinking for a moment and shrugging, “Not exactly. I can tell whatever you went through never let you finish forming a core, but if your core does fully develop you’ll end up with ghost powers, probably. You’d also be able to actually filter the ectoplasm in your system, which means you won’t have to deal with all that junk,” he said while waving a vague fully-encompassing hand motion at him.

Jason squinted his eyes at Danny from behind his mask, but he couldn’t detect a single lie from the man. After a long moment, he sighed and slumped back in the recliner. He covered his face with one of his hands and murmured, “–And what’s a core?”

Danny froze before blushing and looking away in embarrassment. Jason doesn’t know how he knows Danny’s embarrassed.

“I’m…I’m just gonna pull up the Ghost Biology presentation. You got a laptop?”

Pt 1, Pt 3

Masterpost

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp crossover #danny phantom crossover #dcxdp #batfam #ghost core #ghost king au #ghost king danny #jason todd #yandere jason todd #yandere danny fenton #yandere danny phantom

[royallygray]

@periwinklepaint

Here is a scene I wrote for an au (that I really need a name for bc it dominates my thoughts).

Bit (a lot) of background on this AU: It's supposed to be a superhero/urban fantasy/soulmate au. Everyone has some degree of magic, they just have to learn to harness it. All soulmate pairs are the canon ones from Double Life.

Scar (Hotguy) and Gem (Fauna) are heroes. Grian (Chaos Sparrow) is a vigilante. Pearl (Scarlet) is a villain. Jimmy is just a civilian, but he's a victim of the prophecy (basically just the Canary Curse).

It was supposed to be Scarian mild annoyance to lovers and Gempearl enemies to lovers, but it has gotten more focused on the:

Scar & Gem besties relationship,

the Grian & Pearl chaos skyblings relationship,

the Grian & Pearl & Jimmy & Lizzie skybling/seabling relationship,

the Scar & Pearl depression villain arc relationship,

and Gem & Grian's sibling dynamic.

At this point in the story, our four main characters (Gem, Scar, Grian, and Pearl) have made a deal. The higher-ups at the Hero Corp want to interrogate Scarlet (Pearl) for information because she's not only the primary villain of the city, she's also the leader of the underground, who are presumably the people who want to assassinate Jimmy (if he dies, it's basically Ragnarok). Pearl does not have control over individual people or groups in the underground, she just runs the system.

The Hero Corp wants Gem and Scar to retrieve Pearl and bring her to them. So Gem and Scar set up a meeting, since there is mutual trust between the four of them.

The conclusion was that they could take Pearl, but Grian would take one of the heroes as collateral so that he could ultimately get her back. They decided to exchange Gem rather than Scar because they knew that Gem is the Hero Corp's precious baby and they'd be desperate to get her back, which ensures Pearl's release. Additionally, Scar's magic is incredibly strong since he's a fae. He has a natural advantage that bypasses some of Pearl's talent in magic.

So he places a curse on her that can only be broken if Scar chooses to break it. Basically it prevents her from flying (she's got wings, so does Grian), getting out of range of Scar, and the curse includes the ability to control whether the person the curse is placed on can talk or not, but Scar refuses to utilize it.

Also since Scar is a fae, he can't lie. But he does have a silver tongue that easily gets around the lying factor. Also he doesn't know that he and Grian are soulbound. Also Gem doesn't have a soulbound. Also I'm really insecure about posting this like I think it's cool but maybe other people won't think it's cool but an IRL friend really liked it but idk and I did write this all on discord because I needed to explain the scene to said friend and it was going to be easier to just write it and AAAAAA

okay here are some words of scar being a badass byeeeee

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The Hero Corp keeps insinuating that Scar is working with the villains. They keep insisting that he break more and more of his morals to find more stuff.

And finally, he just goes "Do you want a villain? Because I can give you one.”

And it's dead silent.

No one says shit.

Gem's apprentice, Guqqie, is there with their jaw dropped.

Scar's usually green eyes are glowing red.

He's angry.

"It seems to me that you want a villain," Scar says, his voice echoing in the silent room. "I can give you one. Isn't that what you want?”

No one says anything.

Scar's red eyes burn into the side of [boss]'s skull. "I thought you wanted a villain.”

Some people are staring at him. Some are trying to get out of this room. Some are trying to ignore what's happening.

"Did you not want a villain?" Scar asks. "I don't appreciate lying.

"I can't lie," Scar says. "I'm not sure if you know this, but I cannot lie. I feel like maybe you'd extend the same courtesy for me.”

"Do you want a fucking villain?" Scar snaps. "Or are you just unsatisfied with me having boundaries? Not liking how you compare me to Fauna and wish I got taken instead? Realizing that Villains are people too?”

It wouldn't've been terrible to be taken by Sparrow (Grian, Scar thought with mild wonder. A beautiful name. His heart fluttered, despite the situation), but the thought still stood. [boss] didn't know that Sparrow wouldn't hurt him.

"Don't you want a villain?" Scar asks, quietest yet. "Don't you?" More silence. The clock on the wall ticks. Scar can hear his heavy breath in time with his heartbeat. "Well, I'll give you one." He rips his hero badge from around his neck and lays it on the table. "I resign.”

And he stalks away, the explosion of "no!"s and "why?"s and "HOTGUY GET BACK HERE!"s blocked out by his mind.

And he walks up to his apartment, his mild haven here, and sees Pearl and Jimmy. He snaps his fingers, lifting Pearl's curse. She looks up in alarm, and Jimmy follows suit.

"We're leaving." Scar tells them, leaving no room for argument. "And we're not coming back.”

#mcyt #life series #traffic life series #traffic smp #trafficblr #traffic life #trafficshipping #mcyt fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic writing #life series fanfic #goodtimeswithscar #scarian

[15-lizards]

GENDER SWAP RENLY AND STANNIS OUTFITS PLEASSSS. And maybe Robert too

SISTERLY DYSFUNCTION WE LOVEEEEE even tho the character of Robert is kinda tricky bc his character is rooted in his manhood but fuck it we ball maybe we can just make Westeros a matriarchy #Feminism

Fem Roberta (definitely named Roberta) (also the middle Katie McGrath pic is the fc) is the kinda the biggest lesbian bait ever. Non-dutiful eldest daughter set to inherit storms end but she does NAWT give a shit she wants to go play around in the Vale with fem Ned and drink and whore etc etc. Rides and fights like a man and even wears men’s armor but still dresses and (sometimes) acts like a noble lady when the situation calls for it. She’s not a tomboy who chafes at nobility she’s a rowdy noble girl who LOVES her status she loves excess. Charismatic girl who managed to get men to follow her into war to get back Fem Ned’s little brother even though she loves him like a prize. And she loves the idea of being connected to Ned more than that. But other than her homoerotic obsession with her best friend and she is totally and completely heterosexual 👍🏻

Fem Stannis (Stana? Castana?) is kinda so Eva Green do we see the vision people. She’s a flop daughter who dresses like a utilitarian, very little room in her looks for comfort. Internalized misogyny for days bc she thinks if she were a son she could be so much better than her sister is. She’s kinda like if Cersei slayed a little less. When Roberta dies she can’t garner any support bc even though they were both women, her elder sister was always more persuasive and well liked, which is half the reason she became queen. So now she’s behind her bastard nephew and nieces who aren’t even related to her in the line of succession (let’s pretend masc Cersei and fem Jamie swapped the kids or smthn idk 😭). And her new red witch is not doing favors for the people who think magic = dark and womanly and evil. She’s such a flop and gay for the older pirate lady who saved her life and she can never do anything right ily girl

And Fem Renly/Rena/Renia is kinda the baddest bitch in the seven kingdoms. She’s even prettier than Roberta was at her age, and just as charismatic, and far more agreeable, acting more like a “proper” lady. Though she rides as well as her eldest sister, and even took up the sword too, wanting to be a warrior queen when she was little. Her fits always go crazy, a fourth of the treasury at storms end is set aside for her favorite green enameling and gold accessories. She’s kinda the star of court and thinks Roberta has gotten lazy and Stana has too much of a stick up her ass to be a good queen. Ofc in true Baratheon fashion she has a gay who worships her like a god, her trusted lady-knight Lora Tyrell, who gives her the support of her house before she unfortunately gets merked. Rip queen I wish you could’ve been mean on the internet

#asoiaf #lesbian Baratheons my beloved #Stannis was already a lesbian without gender bending him but that’s neither here nor there

[chaosoftheages]

Me Watching The New AVM Episode:

"Holy shit Second and Red are cano-DAMN IT!"

"Bro said nope. no netherwart."

"Oof Yellow-"

*the entire chase scene with Green*

"GET HIS ASS RED GET HIS ASS-"

"Why Green gotta do that one meme-"

"The pat on the back Green when I catch you-"

"Holy shit red finally went to see a therapist and is lamenting over his failur-HOLY SHIT IT'S PURPLE-"

"Aggressively trying to cake the drawing of your boyfriend and failing horribly."

"Purple be like "dw I gotchu." And then just gives Red a whole ass elaborate plan that he made up in like 5 seconds and I fucking love him for it."

"RED DID YOU JUST JUMP OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW."

"Purple was probably so confused and why didn't Alan put Purple's reaction goddammit."

"Red, I think you gave Green PTSD-"

"Ik DJ said this but like...he's getting Green all sleepy and then-IM SORRY DID THAT CHICKEN GROW HUMAN LEGS ALAN WHAT THE HEC-"

"Welp. The humanoid chicken can shoot eggs put of its butt."

My dad: is the cow shooting milk bucket out of its di-"

Me: finish that sentence. I dare you.

"CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF CAKE-"

"Green, respectfully...HOW THE FUCK DID YOU ESCAPE-"

"Why does it look like Green is about to ge-" *Red cakes Green* "Yep."

"Again, DJ speaks facts: that is how you cake."

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #autumn being autumn #autumn reacts #avm green #avm purple #avm red #I would have screamed if it were the next AVA episode #But Alan gave us Purple so I'm happi

[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

Or

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language,

Previous Chapter

Chapter 10- Scars are beautiful

Even months after the tragic car accident, it was difficult for you to recover from the fear and grief you felt. Vince was a total mess between his guilt and forced sobriety due to his jail release conditions. Your brother was trying, but he was struggling.

Arriving at the studio nearly three months later had you filled with mixed emotions. The scars had healed and faded in colour but were still prominent against your skin.

Tommy was the only one at the studio when you walked through the doors and instantly greeted you with a tight hug.

You melted into the drummer's arms and hugged him back just as tightly not wanting to let go.

Tommy was safe. You felt safe in his arms and after what happened, you needed that comfort, and he must have sensed it too because he held onto you for a few long minutes without saying a word.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. Heather has-"

"Don't." You whispered, pulling away and looking up at him. "You don't need to apologise. I've been fine."

His hazel eyes softened, "are you okay though?"

You shrugged your shoulders hating how you could feel tears burning in the back of your eyes at that question.

You had been able to hide your emotions from Vince all these months, not wanting to cry in front of your brother and worry him. You had spent so long bottling up your feelings that a simple question from Tommy had those feelings spilling out involuntarily.

"Hey, talk to me." Tommy said gently noticing the tears rising in your eyes.

You shook your head and looked away, blinking back the tears.

"I can't go on stage anymore." You whispered, your voice catching in your throat.

"What are you talking about?"

"My face looks like a fucking roadmap. I can't... I can't be Mötley's backup singer looking like this."

"That's bullshit." Tommy insisted before he lifted his hand and cupped the side of your face gently turning your head towards him. "You're beautiful, Y/N. Those scars don't change that."

Your eyes locked with his warm hazel ones as he smiled softly at you before lowering his hand. You fought the urge to chase his touch, missing the contact instantly.

Suddenly, the studio door squeaked open, and you glanced over your shoulder to find Mick Mars walking inside but the older man paused when he saw you for the first time since the accident.

"Shit, kid." He sighed walking over and pulling you into a hug without hesitation.

The embrace caught you by surprise. Mick was never a hugger, but you didn't waste any time in hugging him back though. The studio door opened once again just as you and Mick pulled apart while Nikki strolled inside.

"Hey." Nikki greeted, not really looking at anyone closely as he dumped his notebook and stack of loose papers filled with lyrics on the table across the room.

"Hey, man." Tommy replied.

Nikki scanned over his papers quickly ensuring they were all there before he turned and faced the three of you. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat when he saw you for the first time since dropping you off from the hospital all those months ago.

"Hey, Sixx." You greeted giving him a small nervous smile.

Nikki was always good at masking his expression, even now as he took in the faded scars for the first time, he didn't allow his emotions to show.

"Hey, princess." He eventually said, slowly walking across the room.

He stopped in front of you, his sea green eyes a little red and glossy. He had a faraway look about him, like he wasn't entirely there, and your heart sunk realising that Nikki was high.

It wasn't unusual. Nikki was high a lot. The other guys were too. But this wasn't from marijuana or cocaine. This was different. There were faint needle marks on his inner arm that he was clearly trying to hide. Nikki was injecting something a lot more dangerous than coke and that terrified you.

The bassist didn't comment on the scars despite not hiding the fact he was looking at them. Instead, he turned his attention back to the music and you all followed him over to the couches by the coffee table while you waited for Vince.

Your brother was late, but nobody mentioned it when he arrived at the studio, but there were no tearful reunions from the guys either. A vague sense of sadness engulfed the room, as if an ex-wife had suddenly burst through the doors.

"What's up, dude?" Tommy greeted looking over at Vince as he walked into the studio.

Your brother smiled softly, "hey."

The room then fell into awkward silence. None of the guys knew what else to say or whether to address the elephant in the room and bring up the topic of the crash.

Tommy and Mick remained seated on the large couch, Nikki sitting on the single seater with his bass laying in his lap while you sat on the edge of the coffee table tapping your boot against the ground anxiously.

Tom Zutaut was pushing for the band to get back to work on this new album and go on tour, but you weren't sure if the guys were ready for that.

"I got, um, the lyrics." Nikki spoke up breaking the looming silence. "I think you may like 'em."

He pointed to the bundle of papers on the coffee table beside you, so you grabbed them and handed the sheets to your brother for him to read through.

"Home Sweet Home?" Vince read the title off the sheet looking over at Nikki.

"It's been too long, buddy." Nikki answered sincerely before picking up the silver tray lined with coke. "Here. Have a bump with me."

"Don't." You gave Nikki a warning look and he rolled his eyes.

"What can it hurt?"

"I just got out of fucking jail." Vince stated sternly causing Nikki to sigh while Tommy and Mick sat silently waiting for the outburst, but it never came. "You're an asshole."

Vince then walked over handing the lyrics back to you and before you could say anything he picked up the makeshift straw and sniffed the drugs clean off the tray.

"Wanna show him the melody?" Nikki asked looking over at Mick.

The older guy nodded and sat himself up straight with a small wince grabbing his guitar before Vince suddenly rushed across the room and proceeded to throw up in the trash can.

Oh, shit.

"What the fuck was that?" Your brother coughed before puking again.

"That was smack." Nikki answered casually.

Your head snapped in the bassist direction, your eyes ablaze with sudden anger. Mick was shaking his head at Nikki and Tommy just stared at him in shock not knowing what to say.

"You guys slip me smack, and I'm the fucking problem?" Your brother groaned wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before marching back over to the group of you and kicking the coffee table you were still sitting on angrily. "Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm a monster. I killed Razzle, yeah. Could have happened to any one of you!"

Vince turned on his heels and marched towards the exit.

"Vince, wait-" You stood up from the table.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" He yelled over his shoulder before slamming the door shut behind himself.

"Nice job, Nikki." Mick sighed, slipping his sunglasses back on.

"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" You spat turning to glare at the bassist.

Nikki looked up at you with eyes emptied of human emotion. Whatever he was injecting was seriously fucking him up.

"That's old news princess." Nikki sneered, snatching the bottle of Jack from the table taking a swig, his eyes never leaving yours. "Vince will come back. Don't worry."

You shook your head while Nikki plucked at his bass strings and drank.

He was right though.

Vince did come back, and the band worked on the new album together. 10-12 hours a day was spent in that recording studio. Some nights you all slept on the couches instead of going back home and after many long months, you had an album you were proud of.

Then, you began the Theatre of Pain tour across the states.

"Is that one going to be a problem?" Nikki asked walking along the stage to where Tommy had just finished kissing Heather goodbye.

You glanced over your shoulder at them from where you were sitting on the edge of stage beside Mick. Nikki was sipping a soda takeaway cup which you were almost certain had some kind of spirit mixed into it.

"What? She's great." Tommy answered.

Nikki snorted, "you're lucky she's hot."

"I know. She's super-hot, right?"

You could hear the smile in Tommys voice before he plonked himself down on the stage lying flat on his back beside you.

"I think I'm in love guys." He admitted looking up at you as you rolled your eyes dangling your feet off the edge of the stage before Nikki sat down on the speaker nearby.

It was early, well, not really, it was afternoon, but after the late night at the local club, you were all still hungover and trying to wake up ready for tonight's show.

Vince sat on a chair in the front row by the stage and waved at Nikki and Tommy who both waved back before Sharise walked down the aisle with little Skylar in her arms.

"Oh, Skylar, is it time to go already?" Vince asked, leaning forward before scooping up his daughter into his arms.

"Say bye to Daddy." Sharise said watching them hug before Skylar caught sight of you by the stage and began to squeal and wriggle in her father's arms trying to get to you.

"Hi baby girl!" You beamed jumping off the edge of the stage which was a little higher than you anticipated but managed to land on two feet before you rushed over.

Skylar held her little arms up towards you and Vince smiled allowing you to pick up your young niece as you spun her around in your arms causing her to coo in joy before resting her against your hip.

Skylar was never phased with the scars over your face. She never knew you without the scars, so the little girl never cared about them which was a silent relief.

Nikki and Tommy were both watching you on the stage, but you were too focused on your niece to notice their eyes.

Skylar babbled sweet nonsense while fiddling with your necklace and you kissed your niece's forehead gently.

"We're going to be late. Come on." Sharise suddenly said walking over and you reluctantly handed the little blonde girl back to her mother, but Skylar didn't seem so happy about that and started to cry.

"I know, baby. You'll see Aunt Y/N soon. Bye Vince, bye Y/N." Sharise said over her shoulder.

"Bye, Sharise." Vince replied and you gave her a friendly smile watching her walk off with your wailing niece.

"Is this bring your fucking girlfriend to work day?" Nikki muttered from the stage.

"Wish I had a girlfriend." Mick mumbled.

"I know, Mick. I know." Nikki sighed, sipping his drink quietly.

"You're good with her." Tommy suddenly said, ignoring the other two guys and you turned around to find him looking in the direction Sharise and Skylar had disappeared. "Skylar. You're good with her."

"She's a good kid." You smiled.

"You ever want kids?" Tommy asked casually causing Nikki to nearly choke on his drink as he coughed.

"Can't picture me as a mother, Sixx?" You chuckled in amusement as he shook his head while hitting his chest trying to breathe after nearly choking.

"No, no, I just... you don't even have a boyfriend."

You raised your eyebrows, "are you keeping tabs on my love life?"

"Or lack of love life, yeah." Nikki corrected causing you to roll your eyes and flip him off.

"Keep it that way. Guys only want one thing and it's fucking disgusting." Vince called out from his chair.

You glanced over at your brother, "you literally hook up with a new girl every day. I don't think you can comment on that."

"I never said I didn't fall into that disgusting category." Vince responded causing the guys to all laugh.

The first show of the tour was a hit.

The crowd were so engaged and hyped. Tommy even did his own drum solo while spinning in the air. it was fucking epic.

It had taken great effort for you to step foot on the stage at the beginning of the night. The guys had helped and supported you which you would forever be grateful for. The unsightly scars on your face were a source of constant self-consciousness, but it also bore witness to your resilience and determination to move forward with your life and not let it hold you back.

The scars had been decorated with glitter that were shimmering under the lights from the stage. The glitter helped your self-consciousness and although you still hated them, they at least looked a little nicer.

The show was going great, however, your microphone decided to stop working when the final song began. Typical.

Tommy was up the front of the stage playing the intro to Home Sweet Home on the piano. It surprised you every time he played the piano despite seeing him do it in the studio numerus times. You kept forgetting that he was secretly a band nerd from high school and could play more than just the drums and play them well.

Suddenly, the fans in the crowd began holding up their lighters while Tommy played the piano and you stood there in awe staring at the lights illuminating the stadium.

Holy shit.

"You know I'm a dreamer But my hearts of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low"

You felt like you could cry seeing all the lights going round and round in tune with the beat while your brother sung his heart out. Mick and Nikki both stood either side of the stage staring out at the crowd in amazement while Vince continued to sing along to Tommy's tune on the piano.

It was perfect.

You had almost forgotten that your microphone had stopped working too caught up in the moment and in shock at the scene in front of you.

By the time you remembered that it had broken, it was too late to ask the crew backstage for a new one, so you jogged over to Nikki standing nearby catching the bassist by surprise at your sudden appearance.

You danced slowly to the beat beside him and pointed at the microphone before making a dead motion with your hand to your neck. Nikki nodded in understanding while plucking at his bass and moving with your body in sync to the music.

"I'm on my way I'm on my way..." Vince continued to sing.

"Home Sweet Home." You sang in tune to your brother through Nikki's microphone.

Tommy jumped up from the piano throwing his hands in the air at the crowd that cheered loudly before he jogged across the stage to his drum set and sat down behind them. Mick and Nikki played their strings passionately as Tommy started up the beat on the drums keeping a beautifully smooth rhythm while Vince sang.

"You know that I've seen Too many romantic dreams Up in the lights, falling off the silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams."

"I'm on my way I'm on my way..."

"Come on! Sing it!" You shouted at the crowd through the microphone.

"Home sweet home."

Despite it being a new song, the crowd were quick to catch on and sung the words back at you guys enthusiastically.

Vince glanced over at you with a bright smile hearing the fans sing the words for the first time. He didn't seem surprised that you were next to Nikki. It wasn't uncommon for you to share microphones with him and Mick. Hell, Vince had dragged you to the front of stage many times to use his microphone with him too.

You smiled back at your brother, all your worry, self-consciousness and anxiety about performing in front of crowds after the accident faded away as your eyes locked with Vince's before he turned back to the audience.

"Tonight, tonight I'm on my way Just set me free..."

"Home sweet home." You sang the words with Vince.

Nikki was leaning into you while strumming his bass and seemed to be enjoying the closeness while you swayed to the music against him. The girls in the crowd closest to the stage in front of you were screaming loudly with each sway of your hips against Nikki's.

Your brother didn't seem to notice too focused on his own performance, which was a silent relief. So, you continued to sing your parts while you and Nikki practically leant into each other behind the microphone.

By the end of the show, you were all buzzing with excitement.

"Did you see all those lights?!" Tommy practically shouted jumping up and down as you walked off backstage.

"It was pretty cool." Mick admitted.

"Hell yeah, it was cool!" Vince agreed grinning from ear to ear still hyped up from that final song.

"Did you guys know they were going to do that with their lighters?" You asked, glancing over at the others who shook their heads. "I can't believe they just did it on their own."

"Do you think the crowd will do it at other shows?" Vince asked, glancing over at you.

"I fucking hope so. That was awesome!"

Vince grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side for a hug and you chuckled softly sliding your arm around his back as the group of you walked down the corridor.

"This is me. I'm gonna get changed and see you guys back at the hotel." You said, pointing to your dressing room.

Vince kissed the side of your head before saying, "I'm proud of you. I know how hard it was to get back on stage."

You smiled but didn't dare speak. If you did, you'd probably cry, and Vince seemed to notice because he gave you a small smile before letting you go and following the others down the corridor to their own dressing rooms.

You went to close the door behind yourself before Nikki held his hand up stopping it from shutting. He had been uncharacteristically quiet after the show, and you weren't sure why. The others were all so happy after what just happened, but Nikki hadn't commented on it.

"Thanks for letting me use the microphone." You said over your shoulder, not knowing what else to say as you walked over to your dresser and began pulling off your rings before glancing at Nikki through the mirror who was standing awkwardly in the doorway. "You know, you're capable of being a nice guy when you want to be. Why do you give me such a hard time sometimes?"

Nikki hesitated, "I'm not sure."

"Up on stage... I was starting to think it's because you have feelings for me which is crazy because..." You trailed off looking down at your hands not sure why you even started to say that.

"I do have feelings for you."

Your head snapped back up meeting Nikki's smoky eyes through the mirror.

"You do?"

"Yes, I feel that you're a little annoying."

You sighed turning around to face him, "see why? Why, Sixx? Right when I'm about to change my opinion of you-"

Nikki closed the distance between the two of you and silenced you by cupping the side of your face and kissing you roughly. You took no time to collect yourself before kissing him back with double the amount of passion making him smile into the kiss.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that on stage." Nikki whispered against your lips.

"Guys!" Tommy's voice suddenly called out followed by a knock on the door.

Nikki ignored him and turned his attention back to you. His hands travelled to your back, sliding underneath your shirt as he gripped the small of your waist before lifting you up onto the desk like you weighed nothing.

"Guys. C'mon, open the door. I know what you're doing in there. I saw you all over each other on stage." Tommy continued to say his knocking turning louder. "Guys!"

Nikki let out a frustrated groan before marching over and opening the door to find the drummer standing there with his knuckles up mid knock. Tommy stared at the bassist for a moment taking in his lipstick-stained lips before glancing over at you sitting on the desk with your shirt riled up.

"Thought you said this was in the past?" Tommy eventually said, his hazel eyes glued to yours.

"You jealous, T-bone?" Nikki teased.

Tommy scoffed but it was all fake and you knew it.

"If you weren't dating Heather, I'd probably kiss you too." You piped up and if it wasn't for the liquid courage of alcohol you had drunk during the show there was no way you'd have the guts to say that.

Nikki's head snapped in your direction, and you had expected to see him angry or annoyed by your comment but there was something almost exciting that flashed across his face before he turned back to Tommy.

"You wanna join? It's not like we haven't shared a girl before."

Tommy's eyes widen before he glanced over at you hesitantly and you raised your eyebrows waiting for an answer.

"Fuck, I'm weak." Tommy mumbled to himself before he walked into the dressing room locking the door shut.

Nikki grinned, "atta boy."

You reached out, your fingers hooking into the straps of Tommy's leather suit before you pulled him close and captured his lips with yours.

Tommy's body was tense for a moment like he was beginning to have second thoughts. You were about to pull away but then he started to relax, and his hands reached up cupping your face tenderly before he started to kiss you back.

Nikki was now pressed up against your other side placing a trail of kisses down your neck causing you to moan softly against Tommy's mouth. You could feel Tommy's package starting to turn hard against you, Nikki's own poking into your side through his tight restricting leather pants.

"How-how far are we taking this." You gasped, breaking away from Tommy's lips.

"As far as you want, baby." Tommy answered, caressing your cheek as his eyes flicked up to the scar over your eye.

You ducked your head not wanting him to see it and Nikki must have sensed the shift in your posture because he stopped sucking on your neck and looked up in confusion.

"What's the matter?" He asked, his voice rougher than usual.

"You're beautiful, Y/N. That scar doesn't change anything." Tommy insisted knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"Hey. Princess, look at us. Look at us." Nikki ordered before hooking his thumb under your chin and raising your head until your eyes reluctantly met theirs. "That's it. Good girl."

Nikki smiled softly before cupping your cheek and tracing the scar along your jaw with his thumb gently.

"Tommy's right. You're beautiful. These scars are beautiful."

"But-" you began to say before Tommy cut you off.

"You are beautiful." He insisted, resting his hand on your thigh while Nikki continued to trace the scar with a small smile.

"Who cares what anyone else thinks. You're ours and you're fucking perfect." Nikki stated before his lips met yours and he kissed you passionately.

-

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[mabelstone]

Prof. Stone.

matt stone x reader

summary: your calculus professor's got it out for you. you're going to change that.

word count: 831

note: a short introductory chapter. no 18+ (yet... hehe)

hes a bit of a dick in this one but he will get nicer. maybe.

pls lmk what you think! asks are always open with suggestions :)

also i dont know why the picture quality sucks sorry

Part One.

You begrudgingly walked into lecture theatre for your calculus class; the one you’d had to take for extra credits. You’d hated math ever since elementary, but since you weren’t doing well in your psychology degree, you had to pick up an extra course over the summer. As calculus was the only class not full, here you were, surrounded by a bunch of arrogant overachievers who seemed to be passing you in every way imaginable.

To make things worse, your professor had it out for you, or at least it felt that way. As the rest of the class piled in filling the seats around you, you rested your arms on the tiny desk, your head following suit with an exhausted sigh.

After several minutes passed, the chatter in the room died down and the theatre door echoed shut. “Morning,” your professor mumbled, placing his things down on his desk before taking out his laptop and fiddling with the projector. He was a tall, sinewy man probably in his late forties, early fifties, with short, curly hair, and a neatly kempt beard. He was a handsome man, and you often heard girls in the class whispering about him, and no doubt, he heard too. You could tell by his demeanour, the way he carried himself. He knew he was good looking, which in his mind meant he didn’t need to go out of his way to be friendly. You lifted your head from your arms and opened your laptop, wishing more than anything you were still in bed.

As you waited, you rested your hand on your cheek, letting out a large yawn. The mumbling in the background seemed to fade as you allowed your eyes to flutter closed.

“Usually, we rest before we come to class,” you jolted awake at the harsh voice of your professor, who was only inches from your face.

“Sorry, sir, I-“

“Alright!” He proclaimed to the class, ignoring you and heading back to the front of the theatre. “I was very impressed with the assessments you turned in, give or take a few.” The class chuckled at his snide comment, causing you to huff and slump back into your seat. That assessment kicked your ass and there was no way you passed. “I’ll pass out your results shortly, but in the meantime, revise chapters fourteen to thirty; they’re relevant to your exam.”

As he handed out everyone’s papers, you flicked through to page fourteen, struggling to keep your eyes open. “Y/N,” your professor approached your desk in a hushed tone, his green eyes piercing through you with a glint of disappointment. “Stay back once everyone leaves, okay?” You nodded, your face turning red as he slid the paper onto your desk; 20% circled in bright red marker. Fuck.

As the lesson wrapped up, he said goodbye to the class and packed his things away. You remained seated at your desk, heart pounding, incredibly embarrassed. You watched as the last two girls in the class went up and thanked him for their grades, batting their eyelashes and claiming that they were so grateful.

“You’re welcome, ladies,” he smiled, ushering them out of the theatre. He made his way over to you, clasping his hands together. “Right, you know why you’re here, yes?”

You sighed loudly, slouching back into your seat. “Stab in the dark, could it be my shit grade?”

“Well, it’s not because of your wonderful attitude,” he huffed sarcastically, leaning on the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest. “Why are you even taking this class, Y/N?”

You shrugged, crossing your own arms. “I need the points,” you claimed in a blasé tone.

“You’re not gonna get them with this pathetic effort,” he snickered, watching the way you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “Did you even try?”

“Of course I did,” you retorted in defence. “I just have no fucking clue what I’m doing.”

He moved toward you, not breaking eye contact, his voice stern. “Maybe you would if you didn’t sleep every lesson.” He walked over to your desk, placing his large, veiny hand onto your paper, chuckling under his breath, "you certainly aren't tired from studying calculus."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, gathering your things. “Did you seriously hold me back to belittle me? Look, Mr. Stone, I’m sorry I didn’t do well.” You made your way to the door feeling humiliated. You wouldn’t be coming back. “It wouldn’t hurt you to be a little nicer by the way.”

Just as you were about to grab the handle, he spoke up. “I will help you.” You dropped your hand turning back to him. “If you will actually try and not waste either of our time, I will help you. Because you will not pass without it.”

“Okay.” You replied dryly. You knew he was right.

“Stay back tomorrow after class.” He nodded to the door, and without another word, you left.

Okay, maybe you would be coming back.

#matt stone x reader #matt stone #south park #baseketball #matt stone smut #professor #trey parker #college #orgazmo #matt and trey #trey parker x reader

[clydethesnake]

could you write a angst for Kirk Hammett? it can be anything I just need some hurt rn 🤞🏻😔

Promises

Kirk Hammett x Reader

warnings: angst, cheating, crying

word count: 1k

summary: Kirk made a promise that he failed to keep.

A/N: ofc bbg thanks so much for sending in a request. Sorry if it's shit I wrote it in an hour.

The ring on your finger suddenly felt heavy as you looked into his remorseful eyes, a stark contrast to the green ones boring into you from behind his boxer-clad body.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered so timidly, you thought you had imagined it over deafening screams of the roaring crowd outside.

Your nostrils flared, a red hot anger coursing through your veins at the abhorred sight, as well as an overwhelming urge to slap him across his pouting face. You knew you were crying; the look your boyfriend was giving you was proof enough.

“No.”

His face fell even more - if possible. Glistening lines on his face shined in the bright light of his dressing room, his frown deepening with worry. His bare chest rose and fell with vigour, an unsettling feeling set deep in his stomach; this was never meant to happen.

But as he stared at your watery eyes he knew what the outcome of this conversation was going to be. 

And still, he begged. He pleaded, “Please, I’m sorry.” He attempted to keep a steady voice, though he knew he failed. 

“No Kirk! I trusted you!” It was your turn to keep your voice steady, but with every word and every wince on his face, the more sadness took over you. 

Kirk came closer to you, the woman still lying naked on the couch tossed aside as he watched his soon-to-be-wed girlfriend back away from him as if he were a complete stranger. He knew he shouldn’t have done it - the moment she came onto him he knew he had made a mistake, and yet he carried on. 

“I’m sorry! She means nothing to me!” The woman behind him scoffed, contradicting his words. “I love you.” His voice died down to a whisper once again, and his hand reached out toward yours.

His fingers only managed to brush the tips of yours before you were ripping your hand away. “Stop fucking lying!” Your voice came out harsh and rushed in anger. “I can’t take this anymore, Kirk! The constant lying, partying, drinking, it’s just too much. And this has pushed me over the edge.” You were breathing heavily, eyes focusing on the ceiling light above you.

“Please! We can work through this, please don’t leave!” His pleading eyes met yours as you looked at him; his hair dishevelled and skin covered in a light layer of swear. Normally you’d think he’s beautiful like this, but you immediately shook those kinds of thoughts from your head. “You don’t need to do this!” 

“Stop making this so hard for me.” Your voice was almost a whimper, breathy, a beg for him to stop.

“You don’t have to leave, y/n.” He seemed to have caught his breath, a glimmer of hope lighting up in his eyes. “I love you.” He claimed once again.

“Stop lying to me!” You clenched your eyes together, refusing to look at him. You always knew this would be a possibility. For him to leave on tour and forget about you with someone else, but he always assured you it would never happen; that you were the only one he had eyes for. How foolish you were for believing him.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair. 

“I love you too.” You replied, turning on your side to face him, giving him a small peck on the corner of his mouth. 

His eyes lit up as he looked up at you, a cute boyish grin tugging at his lips and curly hair covering his eyes as he whispered against your lips, “Turn around, this is my favourite part.” You smiled at his childishness and wiggled back around on the couch just in time to catch Jack look through the pages of his manuscript.

You couldn’t focus, however, a nagging feeling in your stomach as you felt your boyfriend rub circles into your hip, “Kirk?” He hummed in response, “Promise me something?” You looked behind you to meet his eyes.

“Anything.”

You kept eye contact, “Promise me you won’t find anyone else when you leave.” 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I would never.” He let out a little chuckle, as if the thought amused him, “You actually worry about that?” He asks, turning serious once again. 

“I dunno, it’s just that I can’t exactly be with you and I’m sure you’ll be surrounded with pretty girls.” The insecurities come out to play as you explain to Kirk, the nagging feeling only becoming deeper as you speak. 

“You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

You felt numb. The thought alone made you nauseous, but the sight was an even worse feeling. “You promised.” The tears were leaving stains over your cheeks, a salty taste in your mouth every once in a while.

He didn’t have anything to say in response, so he just looked at the ground and nodded. I know.

“So why did you break it!?” You shouted, anger once again taking over. 

“I don’t know, y/n! I’m sorry.” He sobbed. You almost wanted to feel bad for him, but the rage you felt far overpowered your remorse. He didn’t deserve any of it.

Frustrated by the lack of answers, you ripped the silver ring off your finger and stomped towards him. He was still looking at the floor, but saw your shadow and lifted his head to meet your eyes. You picked up his hand and opened his palm flat. Kirk’s heart dropped in his chest as he felt the band being placed into his palm. 

Kirk’s eyes never left yours as he opened his mouth to beg once again, “W-wait y/n. Please, don’t leave me.” His voice was no longer loud, the hope of you staying dissipating rapidly as he watched you start to turn around before grabbing your arm.

“If I don’t leave now I’m just going to regret it later when this happens again.” You rip your arm out of his grip and leave, not looking back at his reaction. It would only hurt you more.

#kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #kirk hammett #metallica #kirk hammett imagine #metallica imagines

[eris-snow]

4. 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲.

Tags:bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst, fluff, swearing, more swearing (It's Katsuki what do you expect)

Living life like this is like watching a scene unfold from a background character’s eyes. You’re just seeing things happen from the sidelines, and no matter how hard you try, you’re helplessly held in place.

Katsuki has learnt which lines he can step over and which lines he should not when he’s with you. Some of them are blurry, but as long as he stays as far away from the cliff as possible, he won’t fall off the edge. When you don’t want to talk about something, you grow silent and ignore him completely.

He’s learned not to press for details.

He’s mostly hanging there for one or two hours while finishing assignments. Between homework and internships, it’s a miracle that he squeezes you into his schedule.

But he does, and he finds it the best decision of his life.

—

“Bakugou, can you help me with this question?”

“Tch, what's so hard about trigo? Just insert the damn formula, idiot.”

“Get off your high horse.”

“Get a better brain.”

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

“I don’t trust ya. Give me the pen.”

—

“Fuck!”

“Bad day?”

“I will punch your piano to dust and ash, and once there aren’t any more visible chunks, I will find someone to revert it to its original state and do it again.”

“Code red. Take a seat.”

__

“They moved Speech Day.”

“I don’t care.”

“Aren’t you in it?”

“It’s just two fucking weeks. You try doing paperwork and a literature essay and caring about unimportant shit simultaneously.”

“Okay, Mr I Saved The World, sorry if that was news to me.”

“Shut it, blabbermouth.”

—

“So you just laid in bed? The entire damn day?”

“I’ll have you know that I did homework and watered my desk plant. I’ve been plenty efficient.”

“Your plant?”

“Excuse you, it’s a very nice cactus.”

“We’re talking schedules, Green thumbs. What the hell? I barely have time to sleep, let alone water plants.”

“Maybe I should get you a plant.”

“That has literally nothing to do with this conversation.”

“Mine’s named Fluffy.”

“Oh, come on—”

—

“You’re kind of cool, you know.”

“I do know.”

“Like, you pulled a Harry Potter on the battlefield. Did you see Dumbledore?”

“Are you making light of my death?”

“No, I’m trying to get your mind off it ‘cause you’re being emo again.”

“I’m what?”

“And you’re back.”

—

“Bakugou, Fluffy died.”

“The cactus?”

“Yeah. I’m kinda sad actually.”

“I ain’t comforting you.”

“Well, damn, okay.”

“If it bothers you that much, I’ll buy you another stupid cactus. Will that appease you?”

“Fluffy 2.0?”

“What is with you and naming things—”

“Fluffy 2.0?”

“Yes, jeez! Put the pen down, you look ridiculous.”

“I will fight you.”

—

“You’re a glitch, you know?” Bakugou grouched, throwing his bag onto the stage. The blond has known you for about a month, and he’s managed to pick out a good handful of reactions from you. That’s why, even as you retort, “You’re unpleasant. Did you know that?” as you unplug the earbuds from your ears, he also notices you chew your lip and averts your eyes away from him.

Touchy subject.

“You said you were from Mind Fuck’s old class, right? He didn’t know jack shit about you. You’re practically invisible, but your name is somehow captured when they had to take class photos last year. I just find it strange that you’re there but not fuckin’ there at the same time.”

“I thought we agreed for you to drop this.”

“I thought we agreed not to lie to each other.”

That line seems to make you falter. Whatever the situation, you always seem so against lying straight to someone’s face. Deluding someone, however, didn’t seem to be a problem.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. You don’t see me pushing to know your sob backstory with Midoriya.”

Katsuki reels back so fast that he almost knocks down a stack of neatly arranged certificates on the desk. When he opens his mouth to reply, the words taste like bile on his tongue. “We’re not talking about that.”

You raise your eyebrow as if to say ‘See what I mean?’.

He wants to press for information because every time he gets close you go tight-lipped, but after getting a good look at you he hesitates. You have dark eyebags under your eyes, more prominent than usual, and the way you carry yourself screams how much you don’t want to be here.

It’s almost like your arms are weighed down by chains, and you’re fighting to keep awake.

Katsuki’s been there before. Katsuki knows that place like it was his old friend. He gets it, and that’s the only reason why he stops pushing you..

“You need to go soon,” You said, fixing the stack of credentials and realining the trophies. “Aren’t you one of the awardees? They’re having a briefing downstairs in 5. It’s not very hero-like to be late.”

“Left my pen here, dumbass,” Katsuki rolled his eyes, swiping it off the piano. “And you should leave too. Don’t think the teacher would appreciate stragglers lurking in the curtains like dust bunnies under a bed.”

“I’m part of the backstage crew,” you reply with an eyebrow raised. “Unlike you, I’m supposed to be here.”

You are?

It takes Katsuki to realise he’d said those words out loud, because, of course he did.

You huff, gaze cutting into his eyes. A wave of familiarity washes over him. He swore he’s never lived through this experience before, but it feels all too similar to…

“I don’t tell you everything going on in my life, Bakugou. Easy things flow out like water, and difficult things get stuck like glue. The daily stuff goes in between. It gets sticky along the way, so it never makes it out of my mouth.”

Huh. For some reason, he feels like he’s heard that somewhere before.

—

The teacher glances over you like you’re transparent, and it takes 3 tries to get her attention and 5 to hold onto it.

You watch as the students fly across the stage, each person with a different award. There’re familiar faces.

Studious Yaoyorozu had won Top In Academic Standing(to no one’s surprise), and Izuku had gotten an award for Longest Internship Hours, first runner-up of the Sports Festival, top in Rescue Training and Hero History.

Todoroki had tumbled into third place for the Sports Festival, and was happy to take home the trophy for Best Intern (Voted by their respective heroes-in-charge.)

Half of the hero course had said it was rigged, but Todoroki couldn’t care less and the blatant smugness in his smile said all of it.

You went down the list, taking less than 5 seconds to find the name you were looking for. Katsuki’s prizes were nothing to scoff at either.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, you were just in time to see the ash-blond step onto the stage confidently as the speaker stated his shiny, impressive achievements.

“….Katsuki Bakugou who is the Sports Festival Champion, Top in Combat and Top In Level!”

You watch Principal Nezu hand him all his trophies and certificates, and the way he smirks at the camera, relishing the spotlight on him. You can see the sheer joy on his face.

He deserves it, he really does. You know how hard he works, he’s told you and you’ve seen it.

Jealousy burns the back of your throat, thorns of ‘I wish’ suffocating your trachea.

Damn, I wish that was me.

You slam a hand against your mouth, but almost as quickly as you did, you ease it off. It’s still an instinct, even though you’re sure no one would hear you.

You watch Katsuki turn in your direction as he walks off the stage, which makes you recede into the darkness.

Coward.

Drape yourself in layers of shadows, hide yourself away because you can’t really remember the last time you’ve ever been under those searing lights.

How nice it must feel, to be seen and recognised.

#juxtaposition (Bakugou) #mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #angst #bakugou x reader #bakugou angst #comfort

[bisexualraichu]

since purgatory is ending here is a messy list of random BOLAS?!?!?! moments I liked since they were my main POV

- THE GAS MASK DEATH CULT!!! It was so iconic and I can imagine them just acting like normal when they go home but once in a while making some unnerving reference to the Gas or something 😭 haha remember that time we were in a cult guys that was crazy... *eyes twitching bc of toxic gas abstinence* they will never look at a gas mask the same way again and neither will I

- It was so sweet how much more they bonded and how they mostly tried to log in together. It was surprising how much Charlie logged in this event even off-stream, but even if it isn't his typical gameplay style you could tell he just enjoyed spending time with BOLAS?!?! :')

- All the Dadza jokes lol Loved it when Phil would log off and they'd just be completely lost and be like WHAT DO WE DO NOW??? DO WE FALL AND DIE??? DO WE GIVE EVERYTHING WE HAVE TO BLUE TEAM??? DO WE INVITE BADBOYHALO OVER?? LMAO

- Also Baghera sometimes playing a bratty kid and being super happy whenever she got Phil's approval 😭😭 and the way how this relates to her lore and how she never had a real childhood WAWAWAWAA

- BAGHERA'S CHAINSAW!!! the stuff of Quackity's nightmares LOOL please giver her a chainsaw at Quesadilla 👉👈

- Girlboss gatekeep gaslighter Jaiden... that day she just kept dying and playing up the damsel in distress card and then got kidnapped by the Blue Team AND THEN kidnapped the Green Team(?)'s goblin by complete accident that was so funny lmaooo

- The entirety of Day 2 from Red POV felt like a sitcom episode lol Like Charlie's POV in particular was insane, when he kidnapped the fucking NPC and then chased Quackity and then they tried gaslighting him in global chat akkasjdkkdkd and all that culminating in their first win after a rocky start, that day was just pure CINEMA

- CARRE THE ARGENTINIAN BEAST !!! even if he didn't log in as much I think him being there for the first days was crucial for Red's morale lol, love the way he would mostly play silently and then unmute to say something unhinged, the "ay papi" clip is a one shot kill for me even when I know it's coming

- The fucking "HOLY SHIT KILL YOURSELF" from Jaiden with Charlie going "LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!" while everyone else equally died in the bg when they got a disaster in day 1...... that clip is everything to me

- THE FUCKING BARKING AND CHANTING EVERY TIME THEY GOT TOXIC GAS AJSJDJDJAK???!?!?

- Ok the Egg War event in general was so cool. Foolish's castle was the true star of the show and it was great how he and Cellbit worked together to make the perfect fortress. And Cellbit's strategy of not showing the egg's location on-stream made me even more tense as a viewer because I had NO IDEA whether green team was getting close to the egg or not

- Slimeriana reunion! That happened. In the Global Spawn Pool. Yeah. Let us never speak of it again

- That clip of Cellbit oneshotting Tina and her scream being cut off 😭

- The clip of Phil just leaving a serious discussion with Fit and BBH and then seeing Baghera laughing hysterically and her saying "PHILZA GET IN THE VC!! :D" and he gets in and they're just playing loud vaccuum noises while mining sand lmao

- When everyone was discussing the egg statues on VC and Bagi and Cellbit were yelling at each other(in RP) and Bagi called him her brother and Phil went "YOU GUYS ARE SIBLINGS???" and then Cellbit muted her, peak sibling behavior

- Tubbo saying "okay gay murder boy" and Cellbit responding "hows fred btw" and Tubbo logging off LOL I just love every moment of qCellbit and qTubbo being toxic gays towards each other

- oh god how could I forget, CELLBIT BEING DISTRACTED BY ROIER'S MUSCLES DURING THE EGG WAR I HATE THEM😭

- And finally, something I'll really miss from this event: when the server would close and all the CCs would hang out together in VC and talk about the day and play games together :'')

could list more but I'm tired and just going off memory. anyways rip purgatory it was def exhausting but overall i did have a lot of fun(definitely more than the election LOL)

#qsmp #qsmp team bolas

[miamierre]

pierre/charles and "Hot Single Parent and babysitter/nanny"

18. Hot Single Parent and babysitter/nanny

It's embarrassing, Charles thinks as he waits at the stoplight around the corner from his street, that he's on his way home now and not, you know, two and a half hours later than what he'd told the babysitter. He hadn’t even been out for more than an hour in the first place, including driving to the restaurant—

It’s the last time he lets Carlos set him up on a fucking date, so help him. You should stop using those single dad apps, he’d insisted while they were standing in line to pay for their cafeteria lunches, I know a guy.

And sure, Charles had been a little skeptical, especially because Carlos isn’t exactly known for his judgment around the office, but it’s been ages since he’s been out for real—Hervé is his life from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep, and it’s been that way since he was born. There’d been no time for dating, or really anything that wasn’t his son.

But Carlos had been insistent that Charles would like this guy. He is fun, he’d promised, and Charles, because he’s terrible at saying no, had agreed.

Of course, that agreement had hinged upon his life-saving babysitter, Pierre, being available.

I'm going out tomorrow night, he'd texted after pulling into the preschool parking lot, are you around to watch Hervé for the night? Pierre, of course, because he is the most reliable babysitter Charles has ever known, is free—so it’d been set, and Charles had gone out after giving Pierre the usual walkthrough of the house even though they’ve done this plenty of times before. Pierre had smiled at him easily, nodded, promised that Hervé is in good hands (something Charles knows without even having to hear it from Pierre himself) and Charles had said I’ll be home by 11, you can use my card to buy whatever you like.

“Don’t worry, Charles,” Pierre had murmured, resting a comforting hand on his bicep. The warmth of his palm had seeped right through Charles’ dress shirt. “Go out and have fun.” His smile had gotten wider, then, and it’d only struck Charles there, moments before he was about to go out on his first date in over three years, that Pierre is handsome. Really, just—handsome is a tasteful way of putting it, which he’d begged himself to stick to because, again, date.

So Charles left. Drove to the restaurant that Carlos had texted him the address to.

And, half an hour in, he’d left. Max was—Charles is going to kill his coworker for this, making him think that it would be a good time. There’s no spark and Charles knew it the moment they’d sat down, but he’d tried to at least stick it out because, maybe he’s just rusty after all this time.

No. There’s no two ways around it, it is simply a bad date. Charles doesn’t even feel bad for excusing himself to the bathroom and then bolting because talking to drying paint would be more interesting than whatever had been happening between them.

He only remembers that he hadn’t actually told Pierre he was on his way home until now, though—five minutes away from his house, at the world’s longest red light. He grabs his phone to shoot off a quick omw back message only to realize, to his chagrin, that it’d died somewhere between the restaurant and here. Stupid Google Maps.

The light finally turns green, and Charles tries his damnedest not to speed the rest of the way back. He doesn’t care that he doesn’t have a romantic life right now. Hervé is the only thing that matters to him, really—he’s sure spending time making faces at his son and giggling with him over wooden puzzles would be a thousand times more interesting than whatever obnoxious commentary Max was trying to give about…shit, Charles doesn’t even remember. He’ll pay Pierre for the whole night anyway, because it’s only right, but…he just wants to be home. The sight of his driveway is a bigger relief than he could’ve possibly imagined. He all but tumbles out of the driver’s seat, locking his car haphazardly and practically skipping up his front steps to knock, once, on the door.

Wait, he realizes flatly, this is my house. He’s about to open the door himself when it swings backwards and…

There’s Pierre. The look on his face goes from at ease to surprised in a moment, and he shifts on his feet to balance Hervé on his hip, keeping him snugly held against him. “Charles,” he says, eyebrows high on his forehead. “I thought you were—on a date?” He steps aside and Charles enters his own house, entirely enchanted by the sight before him.

“Papa!” Hervé exclaims, reaching one arm out to grab for him. He doesn’t loosen his hold on Pierre, though. “Me ‘n Pear pizza!!” His face is so bright with joy, laughter twinkling in his eyes, and a lump forms in Charles’ throat at the sight of it: his whole world, babbling delightedly as the babysitter…is beaming his full attention right at him, both arms now keeping him carefully tucked close.

“Yeah, big man,” Pierre murmurs, and then turns to Charles, “I ordered pizza and thought you were, um, the guy.” He laughs softly, then shrugs. “It should be here any minute, now, so you two can—if you haven’t already eaten, I—”

“No,” Charles interrupts hastily, waving a hand. Pierre’s mouth closes, protest stopped. For a moment, he can only stare: Hervé with his cheek smushed on Pierre’s shoulder, Pierre’s hold so casual yet careful as they stand in the hall. His son is good with people, Charles knows, but this is different. The fondness rolling off of the babysitter in waves is different than anything Charles has ever felt before, even when he quirks his brows at the extended silence. Oh. “No, um, you should—you should stay for dinner, Pierre. It’s.” Why is he nervous? This is his babysitter he’s talking to, not some—some date he’s meeting for the first time. “I came back early, you should at least eat with us.”

Pierre’s eyes, already warm with affection for Hervé, light up even more at the invitation. “Are you sure?”

Charles is. “Yes, yes, of course.” He tilts his head towards the kitchenette. “I’ll pay you for the whole night, but you should at least stay for dinner. I—” he coughs. “I think Hervé would love that.”

“Pear, Pear!” Hervé exclaims in agreement. It only takes a few moments before Pierre is smiling hugely, nodding along. Charles feels like a whole ton has been lifted off his shoulders. He’s not entirely sure why.

#EHEHEHEHE #btw....got another one for this....get ready for role reversal.... #piarles #10 x 16 #fic #romance prompt meme #girldads tag #even though charles does not have girls in this #ask reply #Anonymous

[rubydubydoo122]

In every universe Jason Peter Todd dies young. It’s a fate sealed across the multiverse. Maybe he could hope that there’s one universe where he doesn’t. aka, Jason, Dick, and Bruce go multiverse hopping, and are not having a fun time. (Ps, when I started writing this fic I hced Jason as Latino, but I don't really believe in that hc anymore, so just a heads up if you don't like that hc)

TRIGGER WARNING -> Child Death (it's Jason)

“Shit.” Dick squatted down right where he was and ran his fingers through his hair, “Fuck.” He ran his hands down his face, “Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern.”

Jason blinked. He was still picturing his lifeless eyes staring up into the sky. He was still picturing his frozen body curled into the corner of the dumpster. He was still feeling the way Bruce cradled his lifeless body. “Huh?”

Dick looked to Bruce for help, but something must’ve clicked, “You knew? Bruce, you knew and didn’t–”

“I didn’t want it to be true.” 

“Ah, yes. And the multiverse is just going to bow down to your will.” Dick spit back venomously.

“Obviously not. Dick, it was two times, I didn’t want to worry you two if I was wrong.”

“Since when have you ever cared about worrying us? At least if you’d’ve told us, we could’ve saved Jason!���

Jason decided that if Bruce and Dick were going to make a scene, he was going to take in their surroundings. Make sure someone like… Ultraman doesn’t show up. 

They were on the Wayne Enterprise rooftop… and was that… whispering? Jason stood up and let out a whistle, “Oi! Quit the bickering!” He signed ‘ Someone’s here’ ,  and continued talking “I swear, it’s like we were sent back ten years.” Keeping a hand on the kris in his pocket, Jason rounded the corner where he heard the whispers coming from.

There was someone lurking in the shadows of the HVAC unit. He almost didn’t notice them, but after years of fighting the bats and assassins, and bat-assassins, he knew what to look for. “I can see you.” 

The person lept from the shadows, running at him with a metal stick. A bo staff. It was also a kid, who was very obviously new with the weapon. Jason grabbed the stick, and yoinked it out of the kid’s hand before he could land a hit on him. “Hold it, kid. I’m–”

Suddenly a bundle of red, green, and yellow kicked him right in the Jaw, and punched him in the gut, “Get away or–” He could see the recognition and confusion flutter across Robin’s face, “Who are you?”

“It’s One bad night for ART.” Jason put his hand in the air.

Robin put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to the side, with a little smile “That’s not mine, that’s B’s.” 

“You’re really gonna make me sing it?” Why couldn’t he have chosen a poem or something. Actually, no. He’s been telling poems to Jason's seconds away from death. He should’ve chosen an emo phrase like Bruce. “ I've lived long enough to have learned; The closer you get to the fire, the more you get burned; But that won't happen to us; 'Cause it's always been a matter of trust” 

A soft smile spread across Robin’s face, “You sound just like Papi. Give me one minute to yell at this Cabron. ” he spun around to the kid. “ You are supposed to be back at the cave. Agent A is gonna be so mad at you.”

Now that the kid was in the light and not attacking him, Jason could get a much better look at him. He was slightly taller than Robin, but based on the baby fat on his face and the scolding, he was probably younger. He had an awful bowl cut, (which, wow, his parents must hate him for that,) and was wearing a domino and a black sweatshirt. There was a camera strung around his neck.“What Agent A doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, he’s on vacation.”

Robin scoffed, “Agent A always knows. I bet his butler senses are sending out a beacon to give you a look as we speak.”

“Well, I’m sorry if you’re a shit liar, but I think I can get away with it.”The kid gave him an ‘I'm scheming’ grin that was eerily reminiscent of Tim.

Wait. Hold up, “Tim?”

“Apapapapa,” Tim held up a finger, “Codenames and it’s Crow.”

“No it’s not. We just call him Egg. Since he’s supposed to be in the nest.”

Oh, Jason is totally calling Tim and Damian Eggs when they get back to their timeline.

Tiny Tim groaned, “You’re not the boss of me.”

“Well, I’m older. So yeah, kinda.”

“I’m taller.”

Robin crossed his arms, “I’m sorry if you missed the part where that giant is me.” He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder, “So technically, I’m taller.”

Tim frowned and then looked to Dick, “Is alternate reality me taller than Jason?”

Dick winced apologetically, “Sorry, Timmy, you only reach 5’6”.”

Tim let out a long spew of curses and something about his winning argument.

Bruce came out of the shadows he was hiding in, “Language.”

Robin raised his eyebrows, “So all Bruce’s are the same across dimensions?”

Dick made a so-so motion, “Our Bruce is older and grumpier.”

“We’ll fix that.” He grinned and gave Tim a look that could only spell out trouble. “I’m gonna call our Batman. Then you’ll probably be given some light interrogation, but then we can go to the cave and have hot chocolate together!” 

Now that the kid mentioned it, Jason was really hungry. And tired. How many hours have they been at this cosmic adventure? Four? It would be well into the morning in their Gotham. 

Robin lifted a finger to his ear, “Batman, we have an Egg out of the Nest. I repeat, we have an Egg out of the Nest. Also we have an ART situation.” a pause, “calm down, they’re nice.” Another pause, “I am not too trusting. I just have a good judge of character. It’s a different version of Me, you, and Nightwing, but older and they said they had their own Egg, so really, how bad could they be?” Robin grinned, “Also, N looks like he’s in his protective big brother mode, so we’re safe with them. We’re on top of the Wayne Enterprise building.” The grin faded into a soft smile, “Yeah, yeah, me too, Old man. Take your time. Grapple safely. Don’t hurt your back” Robin brought his finger from the com, and looked to Bruce, “You ok, B-man? You look like you’re gonna hurl.” 

Bruce shook his head, “Nothing. It’s just, you can be too trusting of people you want to believe you can trust.”

Jason groaned, “Oh my– Bruce, it was literally one singular time. I told you we would talk about it later.” Preferably, it would be never, but Bruce is going to keep pushing it in his own Bruce way.

“Hey, Skunk-Hair Jason, Are you gonna give me back my bo-staff?”

Was Tim a little shit in every universe? Jason saw something flicker across Robin’s face at the comment though. That’s fair, his Tim called him skunk-hair often, but that was probably the first time Robin heard it. It’s gonna do wonders for his self esteem.

He heard the telltale sound of a grapple hooking behind him, “I think I’ll just give it to Daddy-bats.” He pressed the button to retract the staff, and tossed it over his shoulder. 

As expected Batman caught it, “Egglett, I thought we agreed, no more sneaking out.”

“But I didn’t sneak out, I walked out of the front door. Besides, this isn’t our biggest problem right now. Dick, you said there was a pattern? I’m assuming it’s related to the realities you’re being sent to.”

Dick glanced at Robin, “Yes, but…” He looked to Bruce for help.

Batman moved so they were all standing in a relative circle. Meaning he was in between Jason and Jason, “How about you start from the beginning, Chum.” It was his Bruce voice, not his Batman voice. 

So Dick told him. How they’d gotten hit by the interdimensional ray, how they were in the warehouse, how they thought they were sent to the past, at first, how Jason had died. 

He saw the way Robin moved a step closer to Batman. He noticed how Batman shifted his weight closer to Robin.

Dick then moved on to tell them about the Alley. About the sudden confusion, because they were definitely in Gotham, just not their Gotham. He told them about the frozen kid in the corner. Jason.

At that, Robin seemed to freeze. Definitely thinking about the Man who had saved them. Weighing the pros and cons of life and innocence. Death and sins. Though, Tim seemed to pick up the pattern, and grabbed Robin’s hand.

And finally, Dick told them about them walking back from the library. And a 13 year old Jay getting hit by a car.

“So…you think I’m gonna die.” Robin didn’t look all that scared, but Jason knew himself. It was in the way he crossed his arms, and looked at Dick defiantly. It was in the way he was in fight mode. Then like an omen, the bat signal lit up. If it’s the Joker, Jason is going to scream. 

Batman placed a hand on Robin’s shoulder. The one that was farther from him, so it was more of a half-hug. “Do you think it could be anything else? Maybe a smaller detail you missed?”

They all turned to Bruce, but Bruce just shook his head. 

Batman nodded slowly, “Alright, we’re all going back to the cave. I’m assuming your suits are in the duffle, so you two,” He pointed to Dick and Bruce, “Can suit up. The kids can be on house arrest. Once we deal with that,” Batman pointed at the bat signal, “we can work a way to get you three home.” 

There were protests from Robin and Tim, but Bruce fixed them with a batglare™ which shut them up immediately. 

Jason raised his hand, “What’ll I be doing?”

Batman blinked at him, “You’ll… be at the manor.”

The kids will be on house arrest , He thinks Jason’s a kid then. “Oh. ok.” It’s ok. He’d make good use of this.

The drive to the cave sucked. Mainly because the Bruces got front seat privileges, and the four of them had to squish together in the back.  Jason did solve the problem by propping his knees up against the passenger seat and making sure to kick it every once in a while to annoy Bruce. Dick, who was sitting in the middle, used the newfound space to stretch out his legs, and give Robin and Tim more room. 

Robin had wrapped his cape around himself, like he was a burrito. Jason forgot he used to do that. It was mainly because the Robin suit had too much leg. Even if he was wearing tights under longer shorts. It was less revealing than Dick’s version of the suit, but still mildly uncomfortable at times.

Tim was squished in between Dick and Robin, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he shifted so that his head was resting on Robin’s shoulder. Robin froze slightly at the touch, but then lowered his cheek to rest on the top of Tim’s head.

God, is this how he and Tim would’ve been if Jason hadn’t died? The bickering on the roof, but moments where you could tell they really cared about each other. And yeah, sure, Jason and Tim definitely bickered now, but sometimes, with everyone, he felt like he was making his way through glass that had shattered on the floor.

Dick discreetly took a picture of the two, which was a bad idea, because it would just hurt more in the long run. When they had to go home and this reality would never be theirs. When Dick realized that the brother he wanted would never be Jason, because the Jason he wanted was long dead.

As soon as they got to the cave, Bruce and Dick made a beeline to the stalls to change. And all Jason could think about was how much the cave had changed since his time as Robin.

It was a lot emptier. The area for the training mats were smaller, Tim’s collection of bo-staffs was down to two, and Damian’s sword and knife collection wasn’t even there. Half of the work benches were gone, and so were half of the vehicles they now used. 

Most importantly, the two cases that held the suits of two dead Robins weren't there. It was just… an empty space. 

Batman walked up to him, and grunted, “Jay was wrong, I’m still taller than you.”

Jason blinked for a minute, because Batman? Making jokes? “Your ears don’t count.”

Batman pulled down the cowl, and did the thing where you measure with your hand. Except he went up a bit, so that his hand barely brushed his curls, “Yup, still taller.”

It hurt. It was weird looking at a Bruce who was younger. The one Jason wished to come back to since he crawled out of his grave, only to find the Bruce he was looking for had died too. Maybe that’s the reason why he and Bruce were never on the same page anymore. They were looking for someone in each other who only existed in their memories. Jason and Bruce would never be the same people they were before that day in Ethiopia. 

He glanced over to where Jay was helping Tim take off his domino without getting the glue dissolver in his eyes. “I’m not that kid, ya know.”

Bruce gave him a rueful smile, “I can tell, but you’re still my kid. Alternate reality or not.” 

It was as if he had grabbed Jason's heart with both hands and started to squeeze it until it would eventually explode. The only reason Bruce could say that was because he didn’t know half the things Jason had done. He didn’t know anything about him at all. 

Bruce looked like he was about to say something else, but the security alarms started going off, immediately displaying on the Batcomputer.

Dick and Bruce(the older one) burst out of the stalls.

There were Joker goons– why did it have to be the Joker?– flooding onto the lawn, jumping over the fence, and heading straight to the manor. So they were after Bruce Wayne, not Batman.

Except it was the Joker. And something, something Jay dying. And something, something the Joker murdered Jason. Things are not really looking good. 

Bruce(the younger one) pulled up his cowl, and looked at Jay and Tim, “Stay here.” He then made eye contact with Jason, with a look that clearly said ‘ look after them’ , then looked to Bruce(the older one), and to Dick, “Lets go.”

And the three of them glided up the stairs.

They watched the Batmans and Nightwing split up and make their way through the manor, on the Batcomputer. He watched as they silently took the goons out one by one. He watched as the Joker waltzed right into the manor. Damn, if Alfred was here, he would have shot that psychotic lunatic down already. 

Jason saw a little shadow dart past the Study. Except… It was too small for Bruce or Dick, but Robin was sitting right next to him, looking at the screen intently, hand hovering to warn them if needed. And the spot where Tim was standing was empty. “Tim?”

If they weren’t in the situation they were currently in, it would’ve been comical how wide Robin’s eyes got. Then his jaw clenched, “Why in the world would he sneak off now of all times?”

“Tim’s just a little shit across universes.” Jason paused, because if some rando started talking like that about Tim, he would probably give them a nice slap across the face, “He’s doing that thing where he comes up with a plan and forgets not everyone is on the same brainwave as him.”

Robin groaned, and reached over to click on something, “Tim, care to share what you’re doing with the class?”

There was a lengthy pause, but they could see Tim on the camera, crouched down behind a decorative couch in the fancy living room, “Arming the traps.”

Robin crossed his arms and started tapping his foot, “You really think that two Batmans and a Nightwing can’t take down the Joker?”

“I just want to help.”

“You can’t–”

Jason placed an arm on Robin’s shoulder, “How ‘bout this Tim, We switch places and you tell me how to arm the traps from the cave?” 

“But–”

“I’m only gonna ask once. I’m coming up there to get you either way.” Jason moved to grab his helmet from the duffle bag and a couple of shurikens from the rack.

“...fine. I– Eep!”

Jason turned his head to the screen so fast, he was sure he’d get whiplash. There on screen was the Joker holding Tim by the collar.

A laugh came through the coms, “I think it’s a bit past your bedtime. Don’t worry, Uncle J will tell you a bedtime story…”

Jason was already halfway up the stairs, “Stay here, Robin. Tell Batman.” Robin nodded, and Jason practically sprinted across the manor to get to Tim.

He could practically hear Bruce yelling at him in his brain about attacking the Joker without a plan, but here’s the thing— Jason genuinely did not care. He was going to make sure what happened to him would not happen to this baby version of his little brother. The Joker connives to get a rise out of Batman. It’s why he terrorizes the city. It’s why his exploits get worse and worse. It’s why he hurt Babs and killed Jason. And the Joker has only gotten worse as time went on.

Jason reached the living room and was about to fling a shuriken at the Joker’s arm to make him drop Tim, but he suddenly moved to put Tim in a headlock, with a gun to his head. 

It was eerily reminiscent of the way Jason had held the Joker during that confrontation. With Him, Bruce, and the Joker.

The Joker let out a laugh that grated against his ears like nails on a chalkboard, “And who might you be? For a second there I thought you were one of mine.” The Joker tilted his head, “Though, maybe you are… did you raid Daddy’s wardrobe? I do say, you look nice, but I think I wore it better.”

Jason tsked in a way that would make Damian proud, “With your pasty looking face? No chance. Let the kid go.” 

The Joker pouted, “But the show hasn’t even started! We don’t even have a full house yet. Batsy’s going to have to make a tough choice, huh?”

There was a crackle of electricity near the other entrance to the living room, “Let him go.” Dick’s voice was dangerously low.

“Well if it isn’t the first boy blunder. My, my, you’ve grown up quite a bit. And a new costume change I see? A shame, I liked the other one better. Though I do suppose this one leaves more to the imagination.”

Jason was going to strangle the clown, and then bash his face in, and then grab his gun and shoot him multiple times, and then–

The Joker brought the gun closer to Tim’s head, “Apapa, Big Red. Wouldn’t want Timmy’s big brains painting the carpet. The dry cleaning would be just terrible.” started cackling like he had just said the funniest joke ever.

He could see the panic flash on Tim’s face for a second, before he closed his eyes and took a slow breath, and painted over the fear with apathy. It was something his Tim could do much faster, but it was still… unnerving to watch a kid barely older than 10 do. Tim rolled his eyes, “You know for someone named the Joker, you’re not very funny. I’ve seen Batman laugh at Robin loads of times. He’s known you for what, fifteen years? Yet you still haven’t gotten a laugh out of him.”

The Joker hit Tim’s temple with the gun “Shut it, brat.” He turned his gaze onto Dick, “Say, Nightwing, what would ya do if I… say, killed the little b–haha! The kid. What would you do if I killed him? Would you punch me hard? Maybe if I fanned the fire, would the punches keep coming? Would they? Until I could no longer see straight? Until I could no longer breathe.” the Joker giggled “And only my Dark Knight in shining armor– a true love's kiss from Batsy could bring me back.” The Joker, since he got out all he needed to say, let out a full body laugh.

Dick’s jaw clenched so hard, Jason would’ve thought he was about to break a tooth. 

And Tim had the biggest ‘what in the ever loving fuck?’ expression on his face, “Mr. Joker sir, could you put me down? I think you’re a bit too delusional if you think you’re even close to being in Batman’s league.”

“Tim–” Dick was about to warn him to probably take the sass down three notches when the Joker started laughing again. Both Batmen stood at the same entrance as Dick, though their 

“Batsy! There’s two of you! This is wonderful!” He frowned, and looked directly at Jason, “Hm… I wonder where the little birdie is? Hehehe, Oh well, we can just start without him. Good thing too, my hands are getting sweaty. Who knows, my finger might just slip…” The Joker curled the finger that was on the trigger, but Jason knew he wasn’t going to pull it. Not yet. It wasn’t dramatic enough yet. Batman subtly shifted closer to Jason. 

Figures. Of course he would make sure that he could get in between the Joker and Jason if need be. Though, as much as it pains him, he wasn’t going to try to kill this one. Not because the Joker deserved to be spared or because Bruce told him to stop killing. No. It was because he knew Robin was watching through the cameras, and he didn’t want that version of himself to see the person he had become.

“Such an old house. I wonder if there are any ghosts here.” The Joker looked at Jason and shivered, but it was for the bit, because he gave him a grin that made his blood run cold, “Haha! Definitely. Though… I can feel something in the air. Like it’s making room for another ghost to join.” The Joker laughed, “Now, I based this off of a dream I had once. How did it go again? Right, I didn’t have an extra gun on hand, but it’s ok! Hehe, you won’t need it anyways.” He readjusted his grip on Tim and gave Jason a wink, “ You want to stop me, you’re going to have to kill me. All you’ve got is a head-shot. I’m going to blow his addled, deranged brains out, and if you want to stop it– Hahaa! You’re going to have to shoot me, Hehehee! right in my face.” The uncontrollable laughter kept getting louder and louder– How did he know ? They were in a completely different reality , How did he know ? “Of course, you don’t have a gun, so maybe a batarang would do. Right to the neck.” The Joker looked back to Jason, his head tilting as his grin grew impossibly bigger, “This is turning out so much better than I thought. I’ll give you to the count of three. One… Two…Thr–”

“ No!” Except it didn’t come from Batman, or Batman, or Dick. It came from Jason. But It didn’t come from Jason. It came from Robin .

A batarang hit the elbow that was holding Tim, sending him to the floor just as a shot rang out. Except the bullet didn’t clatter to the floor or into the wall, there was the sound of metal piercing through skin. But it didn’t hit Tim. Because the barrel wasn’t facing where Tim had been

It was facing Jay.  

Blood was gushing from the kid’s neck as cackles rang throughout the Manor.

“You know that’s how you wanted that night to end, Red. You aren’t supposed to be here, and you know it. Not here, not anywhere! Haha, you’re supposed to be– ACK!” 

Jason couldn’t tell if there was electricity crackling, or if it was just the static in his ears. He couldn’t tell if there was the sound of skin meeting skin, or if it was just the pounding of his heart. 

All he knew was that he took off his helmet as he bent down to put pressure on the bleeding. The bullet went through the side of his neck. Almost exactly where Jason had his scar from the batarang. Except the wound was deeper and he was losing more blood. And Jay was smaller.

Tim crawled up to them, “J-Jason…?”

Even through the domino mask, Jason could feel the demanding gaze from Jay, “No. Tim. ‘s not… y’r fault.”

“But, if-if I hadn’t left, then- then the Joker, he wouldn’t’ve–”

“Not. Your. Fault.” Jay grabbed Tim’s hand, “Don’t… die. Not f’r a… long time. Live.”

“You– You’re the one who’s…You’re actively bleeding out. Right now.”

“No. Batman… d’sn’t need…  R’bin. Br’ce…Bruce needs…. Someone’a… tell ‘im he’s not… ‘n dark. Bruce. Needs. Us.” Jay brought a weak hand from his heart to Tim’s, “Hope.” Jay looked to Jason, and gave him a tired smile, “‘s the thin’... w’th… feathers.”

Jason tried his best to return the smile, “ ”Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -” Jay gave a content breath out. He closed his eyes to just… listen. “ And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird- That kept so many warm -” with each stanza, Jay’s pulse got slower and slower. “I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.”

Jay took one breath in, and he could see Tim squeeze his hand tighter. And as he let his final breath out, there was a soft, “ Te Amo.” that escaped Jay’s lips.

“Jason?” There were tears pooling in Tim’s eyes, “Jason, please . Say sike right now, this isn’t funny.” 

Jason leaned back and started to take off his bloodstained gloves, “Tim–”

“I-I promise I won’t sneak out to take pictures anymore. I promise I won’t sneak coffee, and I- I won’t lie to Alfred. I won’t make fun of your height anymore, just please – Jason , I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Come back.” 

“Tim…”

He looked up at Jason all bleary eyed, “Why won’t he say sike? He’s Robin , he- he– he can’t be gone.”

Jason spread his arms, and Tim immediately dove into his chest and started sobbing, “He- He’s never… He’s never going to be… big like you.”

Jason held onto Tim, “ Pajarito…” He rubbed small circles into Tim’s back as he sobbed harder. 

He wanted to stay. He didn’t want to leave Tim all alone just like that. He didn’t want Tim to lose one Jason just to lose another.

But the room turned white, and they were gone.

#jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #red hood #dick grayson #tim drake #robin jason todd #alternate universe #dimensional travel

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Often - In Secret

You x Thérèse (In Secret - Elizabeth Olsen) 

Angst/Smut

Summary: In secret except GAY AF! No actual murder of Camille or stupid suicides! That movie is entertaining but fuck that plot. I just envision so much better! Thérèse is so GAY she is Horny and desperate for more than the life she was dealt. You are just the person to rescue her. I give you a character to play here, not just y/n. 

TW: SMUT, 18+, Filthy, Cheating on husbands to be GAY together, 

Here is the title song: Often By Lauren Sanderson

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AN: You know something about cheating on men to be GAY is so satisfying especially when the man is your cousin! YUCK. I know it was 1860 but like yuck! She had to take care of his sick ass her entire childhood. She was robbed! This is a fix it fic because the movie's plot sucks she literally lives such a shit life the entire time really then dies with an asshole like wtf.

Word Count: 10,821 & 25 Pages!!

Imagine This:

1860 Paris

Thérèse lives a hopelessly mundane routine life in the countryside near Paris. Her sickly cousin Camille requires constant care. Unfortunately, the job of caregiver has been forced onto Thérèse. Her father left her under the care of her domineering aunt. Left as a small girl, Thérèse has grown up sheltered and repressed. Her days consist of keeping quiet and taking care of her cousin. When she gets the chance she escapes on walks and daydreams. She wanders and finds herself in her favourite hidden spot where she can see the hillside across the river. She loves this spot for many reasons but her favourite just happens to be the couples who often sneak off to the otherside for romantic picnics. 

Her favourite couple is there today as she sneakily crawls in the tall grass on her side of the river. She watches as the man with short dark hair unbuttons his shirt. Her eyes are glued to the sight and she can’t help but lick her lips. The girl has long blonde ringlets that fall on her bare shoulders as he undoes her blouse. Thérèse watches wide green eyes and brown hair falling in a mess around her as she presses her hips into her bunched up dress. Her clit throbs watching the couple kiss. The woman's skin looks impossibly soft and his muscles seem to glisten in the sun and she can’t help her mind. She wonders what it must feel like to be each of them. She imagines kissing and touching and her hips move against her dress as a deep desire to gain friction sets in as it often does here. The couple seems to be in a rush today and she struggles to reach her own satisfaction. They finish before her and she sighs in frustration. She closes her eyes and tries to picture them but it doesn’t help. She is about to give up and head back home until she sees two girls across the way. They lay out a blanket and look around. Her curiosity is peaked as she watches them carefully not to be seen. She has never seen two girls use the spot.

Her jaw drops as they lean in and kiss. The way they kiss is so different from the way the others kiss. It is languid and so soft. She feels a heat rush to her lower abdomen. They keep their clothes fully on but somehow it is hotter than any scene she has witnessed here before. Her hips began to thrust against her bunched up dress once again out of her own control. The girl with brown hair starts kissing down the red heads neck and Thérèse shivers at the thought. The brunette then moves a hand to cup the redheads breast over the fabric of her dress and the girl throws her head back in a soft moan. Thérèse watches mouth open and soft hot breaths fall from her lips as she thrusts and grinds against her dress. She watches in awe as the brunette’s hand travels under the many layers of the others’ dress. She can’t see exactly what the girl is doing but she can see that the redhead is enjoying it. She grinds harder and faster and finally feels the release she was building to. She sighs and watches as the girls continue to softly kiss and touch. Now the redhead has got her head under the others’ dress. Thérèse swallows hard as she watches the brunette's reactions. She desperately wants to know what is happening under that dress. When she thinks about the possibilities she squeezes her legs shut and feels a shiver run up her back. She can’t stop herself and curiously changes her position just enough to lay on her side. She moves her own hand down and under the layers of fabric that make up her dress and undergarments. She slips her slender fingers past the tie that holds her trousers on and past the soft curls. Her skin is so hot and wet as she presses her middle finger against her throbbing swollen clit. She rubs slowly and tests different pressures. She adds a second finger and rubs in circles around the sensitive skin and it feels so good. She watches the girls and rubs her clit. She has to bite her bottom lip to suppress the sounds that threaten to escape her throat. She’s never felt this good. As she reaches release she can feel her body contract harder than ever and it makes her legs flex. 

She has to lay in the grass for a moment after to catch her breath. 

She has been a good obedient girl all this time. Barely getting sweet moments to herself. News of her fathers death brings change. Madame Raquin informs her that she has no options. She is forced to marry her cousin Camille and they move to Paris so he can get a job and they can open a fabric shop. 

Although the change of scenery and friends are interesting, Thérèse still finds her life sad and boring. Camille doesn’t kiss her the way the couples on the hill side kiss. He coughs during his sad attempt at sex and she just lays there. She is miserable and lonely. Until one day Camille brings you home for dominos night. 

Your name is Lauren LeClaire and you have this androgynous sort of look about you. Your dress is not puffed out but slim and fitting to you. You refuse to wear those ridiculous hoops. The top looks more like a suit than a dress which you tailored to your body. The top-hat you wear is odd to say the least. (Anne Lister vibes)

You have dark black hair and dark mysterious brown eyes that seem to look right through Thérèse. She can’t help but stare at you. She decides instantly she needs to hate you because you are far too alluring. You look at her like you are hungry like you have secret thoughts. Because you do. The moment your gaze fell on the quiet girl you knew you needed to break her out of her shell. 

It was more than that though you could see the way she looked at you she had secrets and you could read her body. It was obvious how desperately she craved pleasure and you were determined to be the one to give it to her. 

Each time you play dominos you make sure to brush past her at every opportunity. It is beyond satisfying to hear her take a sharp inhale of breath or shudder as you invade her space. You love seeing her cheeks tint a shade of pink that just makes her skin look more irresistible. 

You are lucky your friendship with Camille and Madame Raquin allows you to be over at their place more and more frequently. From the little interactions with Thérès you know she is desperate for each little moment. 

You offer to paint Camille and struggle to concentrate on him as Thérèse sits in your view watching with those intense emerald eyes.

 Camille sits in front of you  “I’ve tried but just can’t imagine it.”

“What?” 

“Standing there with a palette and brush in hand while a woman takes off her clothes.”

“Can’t you?”

“I wouldn’t know where to look.”

“There are dozens of places.”

“My hands would shake. It’s different for you, you are a woman.”

“It isn’t different at all. I paint all bodies, women and men. I appreciate the beauty of all human beings.”

“I’d be hypnotised.”

“Have you not seen a woman?” 

Your curiosity gets the better of you and you can’t stop your gaze from falling onto Thérèse. Her emerald eyes are watching you carefully. You want desperately to know how much intimacy they have shared. 

“Bare?” 

You nod yes.

“No. Why would I? How do you manage to paint it all?”

“Well you are married, Camille. You don’t just look at the body, you listen to it. The body speaks especially when the model also gets hypnotised.”

You don’t miss the way Thérèse softly gasps.

Camille laughs and imitates what he thinks the body may say “I have to go wee.”

Thérèse looks between you and Camille, quiet and observant as always.

“Yeah, maybe. The body says other things.”

“Love me, I suppose.”

“The first model I ever painted was a beautiful redhead. Naturally red, as I quickly discovered. The only hitch was this beautiful creature was deaf as a brick. I couldn’t call out the adjustments I wanted, I had to mould her, like a sculpture.”

You watch as Thérèse visibly swallows.

“One afternoon, I wanted her legs a bit wider. So I went to move her knees apart, but on a feeling I touched the inside of her thigh with the tip of my brush. Where the skin is soft and smooth as cream and warm.”

You watch as your words affect Thérèse. Her lips part and she licks her lips. She bats her long lashes rapidly. You can hear Thérèse take a shaky breath and want nothing more than to feel her lips tremble against your own, her shaky breath playing on your skin. You bite your bottom lip at the thought. 

“The lightest touch of my brush.”

“Did she make the move you were after?”

You catch her staring at your hand as you paint and Thérèse looks down away from you in an instant. 

“She did.”

“And what was her body saying to you then?”

“Brush me again.”

Thérèse gasps and her eyes wander the room almost like she can’t catch her breath. You watch with a smirk. She is in a bit of a panic like her thoughts were too much for the moment. She scrunches up her nose like she’s thinking trying to come back to reality.

“Alright time for the big reveal, get your mother.” 

Camille did as he was told, happily rushing down the stairs to find his mother leaving you alone with Thérèse. “Do you know what your body says to me, Thérèse?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “It says touch me, kiss me, take me.”

Her jaw fell a little with each word and you wanted so desperately to brush your thumb over her plump and pink bottom lip. “You desire pleasure. I desire to pleasure you.” 

Before she can speak you can hear the creak of the stairs as Camille and Madame Raquin approach and you place your index finger over your lips. A smirk forms on your lips. You share a secret now and you can see the effect it has on her. You straighten up as Camille and Madame Raquin enter the room. Thérèse stands and they wait. 

You turn the canvas and stand slowly revealing the dark painting of Camille. You enjoy watching their different reactions to the painting. Camille is so happy and it makes you happy to see. He is so innocent and ignorant. It is funny to watch Madame Raquin look at the painting with a furrowed brow. You can tell it unsettles her. There is a reason of course you went for a dark version of your friend because this place is dark suffocating. Watching the way Camille and Madame Raquin demand things from Thérèse is suffocating. It’s in the air. 

“Isn’t it distinguished?”

Madame scoffs, “It doesn’t resemble you, it's blue and so grey.”

“It resembles my soul, mother.”

Madame looks at you, “Oh, is that what you were after?”

“I paint what I see Madame.”

Camille is thrilled and your answer seems to make Madame smile as well. The bell downstairs rings and Madame moves to leave but Camille stops her. “Let me go out and get a bottle of champagne to celebrate.”

“Yes!”

“No two bottles!”

“Yes, yes!”

You stop paying them any attention as they ramble in happiness. Your gaze falls to Thérèse. She ponders the painting with her fingers pressed to her lips. 

Madame and Camille run off and you pay them little mind as you watch Thérèse.

“Do you like it?”

“You said you couldn’t paint.” 

You stare at Thérèse gaze wandering her entire body, eyes lidded. Her body speaks to you. One of her arms is crossed over her body supporting her other elbow as she rubs her pink lips with her fingers and touches her chin. 

The words escape your lips softly, “Unbutton your blouse.”

Her body and gaze turn to yours, her lips parted ever so slightly. Her hand moves away from her lips. She is not shocked by your words. She is not put off by them either. No, she is entranced by them. She wants to do it. She has been dying to do it.

“We don’t have time.”

Your lips fall apart in awe of her. You have never felt the heat pool so low so quickly before and it takes all your strength to keep yourself from melting into a puddle at her feet. She wants you and you want her and the room feels intense and thick with desire. There is a magnetic force between you and it is impossible to withstand. 

As she looks at you and you look at her the magnet wins and her hands fly to the buttons of her blouse as she holds your stare. Her body turns more fully facing you and you make quick strides to stand before her. The anticipation written on her face for what you will do is breathtaking. Her red lips are parted and her breath is quick as she continues to unbutton her blouse in a rush. As you close the gap you grab her waist with one hand and slide one hand from her cheek to her jaw and neck and pull her in as you part your lips. As you close your eyes you see her lips part for you her head tilt into the embrace and you let yourself fall apart as your lips collide with hers. Your tongue just pokes out enough to help you suck on her upper lip. She leans her entire body into you as she manages to match your slow but passionate kisses. Your breath is hot and mixing with hers and she tastes divine. Her lips move against yours fitting perfectly as you both change angles. 

You can’t stop yourself, your hands have minds of their own and you move one hand around her lower back to support her as your other falls to her open blouse. You pull the fabric away from her and relish at the sight of her pale skin. Your lips quickly find purchase on her exposed cleavage. You kiss and bite and suck the soft warm skin and breathe her in deeply. She smells so sweet. Her lips brush against your neck at the strained angle as she breathes hot and heavy against your skin. She begins to pant as you bite harder.

“Ah”

“Am I hurting you?”

A breathless “Yes” falls from her lips.

“Oh Ah” 

She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth slowly releasing it. As more soft sounds leave her.

The sounds that leave her parted lips have your knees feeling weak. You squeeze her clothed breast in your hand as you continue to bite and suck the exposed skin. She leans back her grip on your waist tightening.

“Don’t moan.”

She gasps for air trying to silence her pleasure and it is earth shattering to hear her against your ear. To feel her panting against your neck trying not to make a sound. One of her hands grabs at your shoulder and back trying desperately to hold on. You turn her, lifting her into your arms by her waist and kiss her lips once more. Her hands fly into your hair and grip at the back of your neck. You quickly move her back against the wall of windows and slowly bring her down onto the bench she had been sitting on earlier. Your lips still slotted together in wet hot kisses. 

As you set her down she parts from your lips and looks out the windows that lead to the stairs of the apartment. You attach yourself to her neck and press yourself hard between her legs. One hand on her outer thigh pushing the layers of dress up. Her hands pull your face back to hers and she kisses you hard biting your bottom lip. 

You gasp and she slides her tongue over your lips and into your mouth you suck lightly on her tongue and her hips buck up into yours. She grinds her hips against your clothed abdomen without resolve chasing sweet friction. Your kisses become a messy mix of teeth and tongue. She is lost in the feeling and can’t stop herself from chasing that familiar release. You part from her lips as her body shudders against you and you watch helplessly as she comes undone in your arms. Her tightly shut eyes, the crease in her forehead, her lips parted in almost a painful expression, teeth shown to you as her nose scrunches and a moan leaves her lips barely audible. She is breathtaking. You need more, you need to see her lose herself again and again.

You are seconds away from moving your hand between her legs when the bell clangs downstairs.

You quickly stand and straighten yourself as she quickly buttons her blouse and flattens out her dress. 

“Tomorrow at noon,“ you whisper, “during my lunch I must see you.”

She nods and points to a door and you make a quick note of the side door and nod your understanding. You both manage to look composed as Camille and Madame Raquin return. 

>>>>

The next day is agonisingly slow. Each click of the clock builds anticipation.

When you are finally walking down the side path to the shop your body is buzzing. She lets you in with a giddy energy about her and pulls you into the doorway pinning you against the wall instantly kissing you like you never stopped your kisses from the day before. She quickly moves you away from the wall and to the bench. You sit but before she can lower herself into the position you were in yesterday between your legs you stop her. You grab at her waist and she looks down at you curiously. You move a hand down and under the layers of her dress. You take her leg in your hand and make her place a foot on the bench beside you. This opens her legs to you and you make a quick effort to do what you wanted to yesterday. Your hand travels between her legs and she watches from above with parted lips breathing heavily already. You move your other hand under the dress as well.

“Unbutton your blouse.”

She quickly does as she is told and then rests her hands on your shoulders. You take both your hands to her waist under the dress and find the band to her trousers and pull them down. You hold her hip in one hand and slide your fingers through soft curls and into wet heat. She leans over you at the first touch, grip on your shoulder tightening. You softly explore and spread her slick heat over her lips before applying pressure to her clit. She gasps for air at the direct pressure. You slide two fingers up and down and watch how it drives her crazy. She bites her bottom lip as she stares down at you, her eyes a darker shade of green. She feels so warm and soft in your hands. You want her to show you what she likes. Her using your body yesterday to get the pleasure she desired had you so wet. 

“Show me where.”

She pushes herself more upright and grabs her dress in each hand as she moves her hips forcing your fingers to slide against her. She lifts herself up slightly and your fingers press to her entrance. She slowly moves to envelop your fingers inside her. You can feel the stretch around you. She is so tight and wet it has your own hips pressing into the bench below you clit throbbing. She begins to slowly move her hips again leaning over you and grabbing at your shoulder as she breathes out.

You press your fingers inside her against the spot that drives all women mad.

“Show me, there?”

You curl your fingers “there?” You smile as her eyes shut tight and she makes that face you are becoming addicted to “right there?”

She leans over you more and has to put a hand on the wall behind you to keep from falling over you. You repeat your motions until you can’t her walls clench and contract around you. Quiet moans leave her lips and you feel your own walls contract around nothing just at the sight, sounds and feel of Thérèse cuming on your fingers. 

Her hips slow and she shudders as you slowly slide out of her. You find her trousers and pull them back up her legs and remove your hands from under her dress. She remains leaning for a moment before standing upright once again. She then falls to her knees in front of you and leans in to kiss your lips. She presses herself between your legs hard, pressing as close as she can. You match her kisses and bite her bottom lip. She pulls back and her gaze travels your body she leans back a bit and takes her palm down your chest and abdomen still fully clothed and down in between your legs. She presses her palm down hard against you and it relieves the throb in your clit. She moves it up and down against you and you are far too close to the edge because that is all it takes for you to throw your head back in pure bliss. She continues her motion after your back arches and you have to grab her hand to stop her.

“Thérèse.”

She bites her bottom lip and leans in to kiss your lips once again. “I want more.”

“Me too. I want to taste you. I want to see you, all of you.”

She shudders at your words with a sharp intake of breath.

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Don’t be late!”

You nod as you stand and pull her up with you. She rushes to kiss you and her kiss is desperately asking you to keep your promise. You kiss her and squeeze her entire body closer by her waist. You can feel her smile against your lips and it makes you smile even as you pull away. She rushes you and pecks your lips once more before pulling away fully. 

>>>>

The next time she opens the door for you she is in her corset and her slip. Her brown hair is down in loose waves. It's longer than you thought and you can’t wait to have your hands in it. Her appearance catches you off guard and you pause for a moment. You drink her in but she is impatient and rushes to kiss you in the doorway. It’s quick and before you know it she has pulled you through the door and pushed you against the wall. Her lips are hungry for you. Her hands pull at your clothes and then she is gone in an instant around the corner you follow as she flops down onto her bed.

“Your marriage bed? Madame could come up here at any minute.”

She rolls from her flopped position with a smile.

“Oh, she wouldn’t dream of leaving the shop. Besides, I have a terrible headache and I need to rest.”

She makes a show of rolling on the bed and you bite your bottom lip and rub your fingers over it as you watch her.

She looks at you and smiles “You’re afraid.”  

Your hands drop and you take a step closer to the end of the bed and she laughs. She gets on her knees and crawls to the edge of the bed with a teasing smile. You laugh softly. 

“I can’t believe you’re the same lifeless girl that always sat in the corner.”

You step up to the bed and she lays her hand on your chest and begins unbuttoning your blouse.

“Oh, you have no idea how much they’ve stolen from me.”

You run your fingers up her bare arms mapping out her freckles in your mind on the way.

She continues with a laugh. “I almost ran away twice.”

You slowly lift your hand and brush her hair back out of her face. And she leans into your touch.

“But she always said I couldn’t survive without them.”

You run your thumb down her cheek and over her plump bottom lip and she bites you lightly. You brush her chin as she continues. “And I believed her. Now there is nothing left of me but a bit of burnt wick and a wisp of smoke.”

She begins to pull your blouse and dress away revealing your white undershirt and trousers. She bites her lip as she reveals more of you. The sun coming in through the window makes her pale skin glow golden and her green eyes lighter than you have ever seen them. She is hypnotising. 

“Now look at you.”

She smiles, teeth still pressed to her bottom lip as her hands travel down your chest and abdomen. She leans in slowly as she whispers in a deep sultry voice.

“So don’t be afraid. Danger passes by those who look it right in the eye.”

You both lean in and kiss with a bit of teeth clashing. She pulls on you by the unbuttoned collar of your blouse. You fall on top of her in a mess of white cotton. She giggles against your lips and it is infectious. You want to make her laugh forever and more to feel her laugh on your lips is a blessing from above. You are in heaven laying on top of her. Her hands work at your clothes once again. With your help and parting from her lips to untangle yourself from the undergarments you are bare in front of her. Your tan skin is already hot with a thin layer of sweat from the brisk walk here and the struggle to get undressed. 

She licks her lips as her gaze falls from your face to every inch of you she can see. She is memorising your body, hungry to keep the image for herself, always. Your abdomen is strong and lean and there is a hint of abs. Your breasts are small and perky but the perfect size for her hands to hold. She bites her bottom lip as you hold yourself up above her. Your arms are flexed and she can’t help herself. Her slender long fingers run over your body making you shudder. Her gaze is intense. Her green eyes are dark and her pupils only leave a thin ring of emerald. 

You look down at her body and smirk.

“Now something about this is not fair.”

“Do something about it.”

You smirk as you sit back and pull her upright. You untie her corset and are seconds away from ripping the damn thing when it finally gives and you can unclip it. You pull it away and toss it aside. Her slip is made of thin white cotton that now exposes her hard nipples and you lick your lips in anticipation. 

“Get on your knees”

As she moves you tug the bottom of her slip up and when she is on her knees you pull it off over her head. Her skin is smooth as silk. The sweet porcelain is dotted with random freckles and as your gaze falls to her breast you find your favourite one. She has a single freckle on her left breast and you can’t help yourself as you attach your lips to it. Her hands fly into your hair and you press against her skin to skin. She is so soft and warm. She falls back on the bed as you suck and attempt to bite her breast. You want that freckle marked as yours. When she falls away from you a grunt leaves your lips. Until your gaze lands on her laid bare in front of you. She is breathtaking. Her breasts are just slightly bigger than yours and perky and her nipples are hard and a beautiful shade of pink. Her porcelain skin is flawless minus a few bruises and you adore her little belly. There is a hint of abs and she has soft lines that accent her hip bones in a delicious way. You can’t help but devour her with your gaze. Her legs are so much longer than you ever would have thought. They are fit but slender and have you wishing to worship every inch of them. 

You lean back on your knees and grab both her ankles and make her bend her legs. You lean in and kiss her inner knee on each side. You look at her through lidded eyes. You move your kisses up on the inside of her right thigh then her left. Back and forth between each leg, up…up…up, until you hover over her. You kiss the soft skin of her belly up between her breasts and capture her lips once again. She groans into your lips. And you feel her hips press up into you. "Please!"

You break from the kiss and smirk "trust me." 

You lean down and kiss her breasts, you slot your legs with hers and press your thigh against her. She sighs with relief. You bite and suck on that beautiful freckle. And squeeze her other breast. You move your kisses to her nipple and suck and flick your tongue over the stiff bud. She gasps as you bite lightly. You pinch her other nipple and you feel her hips begin to grind against you. She's so wet that you can't bear it and move your kisses down her belly. You glance up through lidded eyes before slowly leaning in to kiss her between her hips. 

She grinds into you needy. She pants out hot breaths. "Ah!"

You grab her thighs and guide her legs to put them on your shoulders. You hold the outside of her hips and suck her clit into your mouth. Her heels dig into your back as she tries to get more of you. 

You give into her needy movements and run your tongue down entering her sweet source. You moan into her she tastes so fucking good. You want this to last forever. But you can feel her legs tremble and know she is close. You devour her getting lost in the way she feels and sounds and tastes. Her thighs squeeze around your head and you groan against her. If you suffocated right now you'd die happy.

Her hands tug at your hair and she grinds against you as her thighs squeeze you and her heels dig into your back hard. "Ah AH! AHH!"

Her back arches off the bed and she presses more into you. You feel her contract and lick up every drop as she cums and squirms beneath you. 

You squeeze her hips harder trying to get her to hold still. You feel her muscles all tighten and she strains against you as you try to get more. She pulls your hair hard and releases her thighs from around your head pulling you up. You can feel her on your chin and can't stop licking your lips. 

She pulls you up and kisses you hard. She groans into the kiss and you groan back as she sucks on your tongue. You pull away when you need air and she swipes her thumb over your chin then licks it and you collapse on top of her 

She rolls you over surprisingly easily and straddles your hips. She runs her fingers over your chest and squeezes your breast pinching each hard nipple. She kisses the valley between them and down your abdomen. Moving her body down until she manoeuvres between your legs. Her hands follow. She kisses all over your lower stomach and inner thighs. She sits up and runs a hand down over you pressing her palm against your clit. Then she runs her two middle fingers down and then up spreading your slick heat and making you moan low. 

She runs the two fingers back down and just teases your entrance. She leans down then lays between your legs. She looks up at you through long lashes and leans down pressing her lips against you as her fingers slide in. She presses her tongue against you flat then flicks and sucks your clit as she presses her fingers deep inside you. You pant and shake your so worked up you're scared it won't take much. Your hands are in her hair.

"Thérèse. Thérèse."  

You pant and groan and moan her name falling from your lips softly. She hums and moans against you enjoying this new found pleasure she gets from pleasing you. 

The vibrations are too much and it takes barely any time to reach the edge and tumble off the cliff. You would be embarrassed but her eyes are sparkling with pride. She smiles as she sits back up and it murders you. She then rubs her thumb over her chin and bottom lip and sucks it clean and you throw your head back at a loss for words. 

She crawls over you slowly pressing her full weight on you and the warmth and feel of her brings you back to reality. You smile as she reaches your lips and captures them. You can feel her smile back into the kiss and it melts you. 

Your hands run up and down her back and squeeze her ass to pull her up even more. You trap her bottom lip between yours and suck lightly on it. Your kisses are slow and soft and hot. Her breath and the taste of you mixes with the taste of her on your lips and it is so addicting.

>>>>

The next time you see her is at dominos. She plays this time with a sly grin as she destroys everyone at the table. You share glances and the table discusses how it’s always the quiet ones in the corner you have to look out for. They are right because Thérèse is the epitome of the quiet one in the corner but secretly there is so much more to her. 

You know how she tastes and feels. You know the way she commands you with her eyes. 

The next day as you fuck her against a wall and she pants in your ear you feel like the luckiest person on earth to know all of her like this. 

You have two fingers buried in her from behind as she leans against the wall in a corner. Your other hand is wrapped around her front and your middle finger circles her clit as you thrust into her from behind and bite her slender shoulders. She holds the wall for support and moves her hips in time with you. You bite her shoulder harder and she reaches back with one of her hands to pull your hair. “Ah! I can’t stand not being with you.”

“Mmm I’m here.”

You thrust into her harder and she has to grab the wall once again to keep herself up. 

“Thérèse, Thérèse!” Madam shouts from downstairs.

“I have a terrible migraine, Madam.”

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

You fuck her harder and faster. “Maybe later. I need to rest.”

She turns in your arms and you pick her up with one arm and pin her against the wall as she wraps her legs around you. Your fingers slip deeper in at this angle. She is tight around your fingers, dripping down her thighs that are wrapped around you tight. Her head is thrown back against the wall. Moans fall from her open mouth and her eyebrows furrow. You kiss on the overflow of cleavage pouring from her corset and breathe her in. She smells so sweet and feels like heaven. 

She pants out hard. You bite at her exposed skin. “You like to lie.”

“I do, ah, and I’m good at it. They made me good at it.”

Her whispered tone and the feel of her have you on the edge yourself. You press your hips into your own hand to help your fingers get deeper and to find some kind of friction to relieve the throbbing in your clit. “Oh mmm”

You begin to thrust your hips helping to push your fingers deeper in a rhythm that she matches with her hips. “Ah! Thank you for locking me up in his sick room!”

You move harder, “Shh! Mmmm!”

Her eyebrows furrow and she bares her teeth as her jaw drops to allow for her heavy breathing.

“Ah! Thank you for burying me alive!”

Her walls tighten around you as you thrust harder. Your walls contract around nothing and with a few more thrusts you are both coming undone. 

“Oh Ah AH!”

“Ah! I Thank you! OH THANK YOU! AH!”

Her walls clench and contract around you tightly as she cums hard. You sign out as your own pleasure floods you. You hold her there against the wall keeping your fingers inside and your hips pressed as close as possible as you both pant and catch your breath. You kiss her neck and she digs her fingers into your shoulders. Her panting becomes sighs. Her face slowly falls to a solemn sad expression. “What’s the matter?”

“You dug me up too late.”

“No, just in time, just in time.”

You kiss her and press into her but she breaks free from the kiss. She whispers, “Save me.”

You kiss her and hold her close. You lock your gaze on her sad green eyes. “I will. I will.”

>>>>

The next day you both feel lighter and sillier than ever. Maybe it is the cool air today but you end up softly exploring each other's bodies. You end up on the floor as you tickle her sides and wrap your arms around her from behind and kiss her shoulder. Her laugh fills you with warmth and joy like nothing else ever has and as you suspect nothing ever will. 

You tickle her more and press against her to try and get more of her adorable laughter.

She laughs and squirms in your arms. “I hated you at first.”

You laugh along with her. “You hated me?”

She turns over in your arms and you remain laying on your side so you can look at her. She bites her bottom lip and you trace your finger over her jaw. 

“Before you ever touched me.”

She whispers in her low and deep voice as she touches your collar bones with her fingertips. “I used to walk into a room, and I’d see you there. And you’d barely look up. I'd find myself moving around and around your chair, hoping that a small part of my dress or my hand might touch you.”

You brush your fingers on her chest as she plays with your chin. “Do you still hate me?”

Her gaze saddens her eyes loose the light and she whispers softly “Yes”.

“Why?”

“Because you can leave me.”

“But I won’t. I promise.”

You lean in and brush your nose against hers and kiss her. “I promise.” 

You kiss her again. And again “I promise.”

She holds your face in one of her hands and melts into your kisses as she pulls you on top of her with her other hand. She finally cracks a smile as you tickle her hip before rolling back over onto your back pulling her on top of you. You kiss her and fit your legs in a tangled bare mess. The kisses quickly heat up and your hips begin to move against each other. You grind on each other's thighs, her hands tightly gripping your shoulders for leverage and your hands gripping her ass firmly to help her. It doesn’t take long for you both to lose yourselves in the pleasure. Her loose wavy brown hair falls in a mess around you and you have the best view of her cleavage that is barely contained by the corset and slip. You don’t think you will ever be able to get enough of her. Both your movements become more frantic. You both pant and sigh and moan quietly. The sounds of just how wet you both are is delicious and you can feel her hips become more rigid and your own rise to meet the impending climax. Sweet release has you both shaking and breathing heavily against each other. She collapses onto you and falls to your side. You turn to look at her.

Your fingers are tracing over her skin mapping her freckles. She lays flat beside you, hair sprawled out and all over. The sun coming in the window makes her fair skin seem lightly kissed by the warmth of the sun. Her cheeks are flush with a vibrant shade of pink and you know it was not the sun but you. You lean over her and smile. 

>>>>

The next time you see her you both stay dressed. You are exhausted from work and sit on the floor while she plays with your hair as you rest your head in her lap as she sits on a chair. Her slender fingers are skilled and soft and she twists and tangles and untangles your hair. Her fingers run through it over and over and send chills down your spine. You honestly feel so blissed out that you think you may enjoy this as much as the sex if not more! She is so caring and just feels so right. She hums for a while and stares down at you with her sweetest smile. 

“I want to fall asleep in your arms.”

You sigh happily at the thought of it. “I wish that could happen.”

“I want to touch your body while you sleep. I want to wake up with your tongue inside me.”

She smiles and tugs lightly on your ear and you can’t help but laugh as well.

“Thérèse. Thérèse I made you some Chamomile tea.” Madam shouts as she ascends the stairs.

“Oh, my god. Get under my skirts.”

She stands quickly and you manoeuvre yourself under and between her legs as best you can. It is a tight fit.

“Thérèse?”

You are surrounded by her sweet scent under her skirts and pressed against her skin it makes your mouth water. “Open your legs.”

“No.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“I don’t care.”

She pushes the skirts and sits back in the chair as she gets comfortable and it allows you just a little more room.

Madame knocks and brings tea in “were you dozing, dear? I thought I heard you mutter something.”

Thérèse sighs and moves ever so slightly to look at Madame which allows you to fit your head between her thighs.

“Maybe I was. I don’t remember.”

You begin to softly kiss her inner thighs and nip at the soft skin. She is only wearing the skirts today so she is exposed to you. You can tell the effect you have on her as she sighs and moves to accommodate you between her legs. You kiss up…up…up.

“Tea?”

“Yes, please.”

She sighs heavily as you kiss her right where she needs you and you smirk. Your dirty girl is so bad she is so wet and you know it’s the thrill of being caught that has her so sensitive to your slow kisses. 

She gasps and unintentionally moves her sitting position just a bit. You are being squeezed between her legs and it is glorious. 

“How’s your head? Still agonising?”

You suck her clit into your mouth evilly hoping to affect her answer. 

She gasps “Ah! It comes and goes.” She struggles.

She takes a deep breath trying to steady herself. “Perhaps I should rub your neck.”

“Oh, you know, I don’t think that's-” “-Oh, it always helped when you were small.”

You hear Madame walk around behind Thérèse and smirk as you flick your tongue over Thérèse. 

Thérèse takes a deep and shaky breath as Madame massages her neck and you lap at her dripping sex. Kissing, sucking, flicking. 

“You know, you’ve had so many headaches lately. Perhaps we should talk to the doctor.”

“Mmm-hmm.” 

“I need you by my side, dear, down in the shop.”

Thérèse barely contains a sharp gasp as you devour her. And dig your short nails into her thighs to try and gain control of her strong legs. 

“Yes.”

She breathes out softly and you can tell she is giving in to you as her legs allow you to move your head slightly down so you can take directly from the source. But the second your tongue presses against her tight core her legs squeeze around you tighter around your head and muffle the outside world. You think maybe Madame is singing but you could care less you manage to get just enough leeway that you can lick the length of her and flick your tongue over her clit. You don’t know how much time passes as you lose yourself in her. The heat trapped under her skirts makes her skin feel so soft. You suck and flick and devour her until she pulls you out from under her skirts. You didn’t even hear Madame leave. She kisses you and bites your bottom lip. 

“Christ, Lauren!” 

>>>>

You are lounging on your bed reading in your long white button up when a panicked series of soft knocks sound at your door. You disregard your book and rush to the door. 

Thérèse is in a panic, it’s late and you were not expecting her to show up at your place. She rushes to kiss you the second you open your door and the kiss is frantic. You pull back and pull her into your apartment and press her against the door. You hold her face in both your hands and search her eyes for answers.

“He wants to go back to Vernon! I can’t be without you, I can't.”

“Breathe, Thérèse. Did you run here?” 

She takes a deep but shaky breath and it causes the water in her eyes to streak down her cheeks. You catch the tears with your thumbs and she closes her eyes. “Save me, Lauren.”

You lean in and kiss her firmly with as much reassurance as you can muster. She bites your bottom lip and kisses back with a fever. You can feel her fears and desperation to have you and keep you. You move your hands down her face and neck and grip her hips pushing her into the door harder. Her hands tangle in your hair and pull she is so scared she is trembling and it breaks your heart. You want to wrap her in your arms to reassure her but she needs something else first. She runs a hand between you and runs two fingers through your slick heat. You can’t help the groan that escapes you. She is being more aggressive than she’s ever been demanding to get what she needs. 

You move your hands bunching up her skirts in one hand and waste no time matching her. Your fingers match her aggressive fever. She kisses and bites at your lip between breathy moans and it takes no time at all for you both to come undone. You have to press your entire body against her and the door to keep you both from collapsing. She kisses you once more after you both catch your breath. “I can’t live without you any longer!” 

Her gaze is too much; the tears in her green eyes make them impossibly green. You turn away and she follows, unable to lose contact with you she latches onto your back and pulls at you. “What do we do?”

Her voice breaks and the raspy roughness solidifies how much she's been crying. Your heart is shattering. You can’t live without her. 

You turn and wrap her in your arms tightly. “I won’t lose you, Thérèse. I can’t.”

She buries her head in the crook of your neck and you sigh as you think.

“I could move with you.”

She looks up at you with tear stained cheeks and red puffy lips agape. She shakes her head.

“It wouldn’t be the same. I'd see you even less! What if we run away together?”

You nod acknowledging her words. “We can’t just run, we'd need to disappear. Fake our deaths and become new people!” 

She looks at you desperate. “Could we? How?” 

“People disappear and go away all the time, we make it seem like an accident. People have accidents everyday.”

She searches your gaze. “Do you love me?” She asks firmly. 

“Yes. Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Then we disappear together and we become Luarent and Thérèsa Lister. We change our names, I hide my body and I become your husband.”

“Could we?”

“I think we could. We could run away to America or just get out of Paris.”

You kiss her quickly “tomorrow we can make a plan.”

She nods and pecks your lips once more before turning and leaving.

>>>>

The two of you work out a plan. You manage to get new papers for the both of you and begin setting up for the day. 

When the day comes things feel heavy. The weight of it all sets in as you walk in the park with Thérèse and Camille. The tall greenery that surrounds you makes you feel small, insignificant and you think maybe just maybe this plan of yours will work. Maybe you will get to be happy.

Camille is yammering about summer and you are struggling to focus on his words. Thérèse interrupts him and your nervous thoughts. “Listen.”

“What?”

“I hear water.”

“Maybe it’s the leaves drifting down.”

You interrupt “It’s the river. Beyond those trees over there.” 

You point and Thérèse looks. 

“Why don’t we rent a boat and row out into the sunset?” Camille asks.

“Just let me sit down for a moment.”

Camille wanders over to a tree and sits. Thérèse follows him and you follow even farther behind, lost in thought.

“Are you tired?”

“Oh, I’m exhausted. I couldn’t have trudged another step. Just let me catch up with a couple of winks.”

Thérèse walks slowly closer to him and he calls her to sit next to him. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. He is a giant manchild. He lays down on the puff of her dress and closes his eyes. You take a seat near Thérèse and look at them. Thérèse looks like she is on autopilot like she is so used to being this man's pillow and taking care of him. It makes you so mad that she has gotten accustomed to this treatment. 

She looks down at him. “Are you warm enough?” She pauses to bend down a bit “Camille?”

He is already out like a light so you shush her to keep from waking him happy to have a break from him. You take the opportunity to softly caress her leg that is nearest to you. You move your hand up needing to feel her, be close to her. You need to feel grounded because you are full of anxious nerves. 

Her gaze snaps to you in a wide eyed shock. “Don’t.”

You pause. “I need to touch you.”

You can read her body the second the words leave your lips she needs it too. She bites her bottom lip as you take off her shoe and caress her foot and up her leg. You lean over and kiss her ankle. 

She sighs and you just know her lips are parted and her eyes are wide with that face she makes when she is anticipating your next move.

“Oh my God.” She whispers.

You glance up at her. 

“Look. There, clomping through the leaves.”

You sit up and turn to look where she is. You sigh as you see the domino game night gang walking about coming toward you. You rush to stand and brush leaves off of you as they wave and shout. They approach and Thérèse shushes them. 

Suzanne looks at Thérèse, “What happened to you to your foot?”

Thérèse is quick with a lie "Blister."

She looks at her with a pout “I got one, too.” She turns to her husband “I told you this walk was too far.”

He rolls his eyes at her “Well, we’re leaving now, aren’t we darling?”

She sighs “Without doing a single thing we came to do.”

He sounds even more annoyed as he leans into her space. “If you want to rent a boat, Suzanne and row out into the fading light be my guest. I’m going home.”

He treks past leaving her standing there and you can’t help but shake your head at the ridiculous man. 

Suzanne leans toward Thérèse. “Can I tell you something, Thérèse?”

Thérèse looks up with a nod. And Suzanne continues “All men are pigs.” 

She stomps off after her husband and Grivet sighs. “Why can’t you two be civil to one another?”

They all wonder off arguing about renting a boat or not and you look to Thérèse with a sly smile. “All men are pigs. I agree.”

“You won’t turn into a pig once you pretend to be a man will you?”

You shake your head. “I could never.”

You wander to the docks after Camille awakes and of course Camille yammers on about boats and water and how he is terrified of water, a fact you already knew and the reason you are out here today. You also know he can’t swim and that is essential to the plan. 

You help him into the boat “Sit down, Camille. Don’t stand in the boat.”

You turn to Thérèse and she looks nervous. She knows how to swim but is not confident in her skills. You have reassured her that you won't let anything happen to her but it seems she needs a bit more reassurance now. 

Camille continues to yammer on to himself so you whisper to Thérèse. “I love you.”

She grabs your hand and gets in the boat whispering back “I love you.”

You adjust and sit in the centre grabbing the paddles and begin to row out. You paddle far off to the side less taken due to the stronger currents of water. Camille is distractedly looking forward to the setting sun and leaning over to touch the water. You nod at Thérèse and mouth the word “Now.”

Her gaze is full of fright but you nod again and she leans over the opposite side as Camille to touch the water and then hoists herself overboard with a scream and loud splash. Camille turns, gripping the sides of the boat in terror. “I can’t swim! Lauren, save her!”

You nod and jump into the water destabilising the boat. It tips over dumping Camille into the water. He screams and panics to hold onto the edge of the boat. You swim after Thérèse going under water and grabbing her. You swim together disappearing around the bend in the river. You come up behind some overgrown shrubbery that falls into the water. She takes in a large breath as you both come up. She has a death grip on you and you help pull her up onto the bank, her dress heavy and weighing her down. You help her strip it off, being sure to tear it, throwing a few pieces into the water. You throw off your vest and skirt as well, tearing them up. Just beyond this bend the water picks up pace and there are rocks and a few deep pools of water. With the setting sun your hope is they will find pieces of your clothes and assume the worst. When they search for your bodies they will struggle to search and possibly just give up and call you both dead. 

You can both hear Camille screaming for help and other voices far off in the distance. You move quickly now changing your clothes from the bag you had hidden here in preparation. You dress as a man and Thérèse dresses in a much more simple dress than the one she came in. You sneak out of the park in a rush and make it unseen.   

The plan is working. The two of you just have to make it to the train station. You have all your money and the little Thérèse has been able to hide away. It's enough to live a peaceful life far away from both your pasts. 

Thérèse stays quiet. She is excited but you can tell she's full of nerves. You squeeze her hand and she leans into you. 

You make it to the train station with time to spare. You grab some snacks at the little shop attached to the train station and sit on a bench. There were not many people at this late hour and that was part of the plan. The sun has set and the search for your bodies has probably been abandoned with the fleeting light. The people waiting for this late train are like you running or hiding from something. No one chooses the night train if they can help it. You snack on the peanuts, candies, and bread. A rather sad dinner but it will hold you both over. 

Thérèse has clung to your side and stayed rather quiet. You watch her carefully worried she might change her mind or panic. You feel on the verge of panic yourself, the adrenalin is wearing off and you are starting to worry and exhaustion is settling in your bones. 

When the train arrives you give Thérèse an encouraging squeeze of the hand as you board. You sat in the front and waited anxiously for the train conductor to come by and check your tickets and papers. 

You both hold your breath anxious to see if your new identities will hold up. Your breasts are bandaged down and the suit you wear has not gotten you any second glances like your old wardrobe did. You are confident in your deeper voice and the friend who forged your papers but you can't help but be nervous. 

The conductor takes your papers and reads over them. He glances at you both and smiles. "Evening Mr. And Mrs. Lister."

You both give a polite smile to the conductor. "Evening."

He punches holes in your tickets and hands back your papers. You both let out quiet sighs of relief and turn to Thérèse. "How does it feel to be Mrs. Lister?" 

Her lips tug upward and you can't help but smile back "Well, we haven't gotten a chance to truly consummate this Marriage Mr. Lister. You haven't even kissed me Laurent."

She makes sure to put emphasis on the t as she pronounces your new name.

Your smile shifts into a smirk. Heat pools low at the way she says your new name. You follow suit and put emphasis on the a in her new name. "Mmm Thérèsa." 

You lean in and softly capture her lips. She bites at your bottom lip softly and pulls away. "Later."

You peck her lips quickly. "Mmm hmm."

>>>>

Exhaustion settles in and you fight sleep until you no longer can you both nap off and on through the long ride. 

Morning stirs as the train continues on. The train has a food cart so you make a trip to get some pastries and coffee. 

You both eat soaking up the sunshine beaming in through the windows. The world seems brighter the farther you get from the cold dark dungy city. The freedom is warm on your skin and fills you with joy like you have never known. You can see the peaceful bliss across Thérèsa's face. 

Everything feels good. You think that maybe just maybe things will be good. 

>>>>

You arrive in the far off village of your new home. A delicate little cottage with a flowery garden surrounding it that is on the outskirts of the village. It's private and bright. Sweet flowery scents and chirps of birds.

When you take it all in you can see your future here.

The cottage itself is small and cosy. It has a cute little spare room that you can transform into a library and office to write more books in. 

The garden is perfect for Thérèsa's hopes to grow different flowers and fruits and vegetables to sell some in the village and help you live comfortably. 

Smiles are shared and you know you both will love it here. You turn to her and wrap her in a hug. She squeals as you lift her up into your arms bridal style and carry her into your cottage. You carry her to your new shared bed where you get to have her forever all to yourself. 

You stand and slowly start to unbutton the suit you're wearing. She bites her bottom lip and pulls herself up to help you from the edge of the bed. 

She exposes you fully before she lets you start to remove her dress. Her emerald gaze scans your entire body. 

She looks at you like you like no one else ever has. There is a softness and yet a hunger and the love shining brightly in her eyes has your knees weak. 

You move closer and slowly unbutton the blouse top to her dress. You peel the fabric away and make her turn away from you so you can remove her corset. You kiss her shoulders. "I don't think you should wear this awful thing anymore, at least not here at home."

"Mmm hmm. I'm sure you'd rather I wear nothing here at home."

"That would be ideal."

"Maybe for you but I'd get cold." 

"No, I wouldn't allow it. I'd keep you warm."

You wrap her up in your arms as you remove the last part of the top half of her dress. She turns in your arms and captures your lips. You move your hands to the skirts and remove the last of the material between you. Her skin on display is something you hope you never get used to. It's breathtaking. She has the softest skin that's just dusted with freckles. You take your time soaking in every inch of her exposed skin the way her muscles flex as she moves to lay down. 

You slowly climb onto the bed and slot your legs together as you lower yourself onto her. She pulls you down fully by your shoulders and captures your lips with an inpatient urgent need. You match her urgency, but only for a moment. You pull back trying to slow the kisses down. You want her so badly but you don't want to rush a thing. This is the first time you don't have to worry about being caught. She whimpers and grips your shoulder desperate to have you closer than close. She moans when you let more of your body weight settle atop her. 

You move your hips against her and feel her slick heat spread across your thigh and you adjust so you can get the same friction against her. She lets out a breathy moan as she feels how hot and wet you are for her. She moves her hands to your ass and pulls as she bucks her hips up against you. A dance of pulling and pushing of hips warms both of your skin. You burn with passion and feel how heated her entire body is for you. She moans biting her lip like she always does to keep herself quiet. “Louder, I want to hear everything.” 

The sound of her free unsuppressed moans sends shivers down your spine and makes you groan against her neck. She feels so good and sounds like music to your ears. You know she is close as her eyebrows crease and her mouth opens more moans falling from her kiss bruised lips. You can feel your own pleasure building to that familiar crescendo. She racks her blunt nails down your back as she screams out and the sting sends you following her over the edge.   

You collapse beside her and pull her into kissing all the exposed skin available. You both sigh happily. 

You have finally found a home in her and she finally feels loved and free. You both are excited to start the rest of your lives together here. 

AN: I hope you all enjoyed this GAY version of ‘In Secret’! I have been going through it and working on this one for a while. I am sorry I can never keep a posting schedule. Anyway, I appreciate interactions of any kind. I just love to talk about my obsession with the incredible talent that is Elizabeth Olsen or any badass Ladies really! 

#im going to hell and im dragging you all with me! #lets go! #elizabeth olsen #in secret #but sooooooo GAY #lesbian #wlw #smut #Thérèse Raquin

[hydrxnessa]

alr played through the new doors update

actually kinda goes hard tbh, will be making the designs for the new entities soon :thumbsup: (i have ideas)

spoilers below vv

cannot lie to you when i got to the end my palms were sweaty asf like holy shit doors hasnt done that to me since i first beat the game

let me tell you the audible gasp i took when i heard curious' theme when i died like boy what are you doign here???

i absolutely love (and hate) the countdown mechanic with Haste, and the fact that Curious was nice enough to give us levers to keep them at bay, what a nice guy (but also fuck you curious you tell me nothing !!!!!)

Blitz is a silly guy !!! leaks say red is rush's sister and green is rush's brother but idk man maybe its a joke, they're one entity or two in one, who knows !! they give A-120 vibes if A-120 was .. more clingier (when it rebounds it goes :(((( wher u go ??)

Lookman, omg !!!! i loaf them but also i hate them because they sometimes appear in far corners that's out of reach of their sound cue ... but i like how they sound and teleport around if you glance at them once (peekaboo !! or hide and seek ??)

vaccuum's there. ig. i didnt die to it but does it really count as an entity ?? feels like void tbh

anyways the sound design of the backdoor is so cool and also ominous it got me Shaking !!!

10/10 update, was absolutely not what i was expecting but goes hard (also Curious mentioned 'She'. as in 'She said we should call that one Blitz.' ARE YOU SAYING GUIDING IS A SHE OR IS THIS SOMEONE ELSE? WHO'S SHE ??????)

can't wait for floor 2

#roblox doors #sharp teef talks

[prinnamon]

[Start ID. Tags that read: #one of them is confirmed dead btw #shephard saw colettes body in xen #who knows what gina is doing #i think abt them sometimes #raging lesbians. End ID.]

HI HELLO and welcome to my twisted mind! I DON'T MEAN TO CORRECT YOU @freeshephoun but i noticed your tags on my other silly half-wife post and i wanted to let you know HAHAHAHEEHOO IT'S WORSE THAN THAT! i hope you don't mind me using you as an excuse to talk at length about cross and green and their ambiguous fate

(low-poly blood/corpse screenshots from the game and lots of text under the read more!)

[Start ID. A screenshot of what appears to be Gina Cross in a red HEV suit dead in one of the Displacement Cannon locations in Xen. End ID.]

in Opposing Force, a corpse bearing a striking resemblance to Gina Cross but wearing a red HEV suit can be found in one of the Displacement Cannon locations.

[ID in alt text.]

according to a tweet by Gearbox CEO Randy Pitchford in 2018, it is indeed Gina Cross. Colette Green's fate is unspecified, but he suggests maybe G-Man found her useful enough/had enough compassion for her to put her in stasis like Shephard.

Opposing Force did come out before Decay, so considering that changes were still being made to Decay's story during development, far enough along that there are some voice lines and animations for the scrapped missions, it's likely they had no thoughts about anything that would happen in Decay's story when they decided to include Dr. Cross's dead body as an easter egg in OpFor. so, despite the confirmation by one of the people most likely to be considered An Authority on what happened in the expansions, the canon-icity of this is... slightly debatable? especially considering that (iirc) "Gina Cross's" body can actually be spotted in multiple Displacement Cannon locations in OpFor. so unless there was a wild teleporter accident that created multiple instances of her who all died in different spots... okay, wait, i said that as a hypothetical and a joke but now i like that a lot as a narrative device, fuck.

but you get what i'm saying. whether or not this is "canon" is dubious because you'd have to reconcile a lot of contradictory story elements in order to explain how one can accept this as true.

...

CHAPTER 7: RECONCILING A LOT OF CONTRADICTORY STORY ELEMENTS IN ORDER TO EXPLAIN HOW ONE CAN ACCEPT THIS AS TRUE

if you choose to take Pitchford's tweet as canon, what's especially strange (and tragic, i'll explain) is that Gina has never been shown wearing a red HEV suit anywhere else as far as i'm aware. she wears an orange suit when you see her hologram in the training program in Half-Life and Opposing Force, and she wears a tan/ivory suit in Decay.

[Start ID. A scan of a posed render of Colette Green (left, standing) and Gina Cross (right, crouched) from the Half-Life PS2 manual. Colette Green wears a red HEV suit and Gina Cross wears a tan one. End ID.]

red is Colette's color, which i imagine is probably the source of the initial confusion. which could lead you to conclude that, although this is gina, she's wearing colette's HEV suit. it would explain why she's alone. her suit may have been damaged beyond repair, and it wasn't enough to protect her, so she had to take Colette's as she went off on her own for one last desperate mission that required Gina to enter the Xen even after they and Dr. Keller thought they had successfully sealed the dimensional rift.

so, yeah, picture that. they only had one working suit left. so only one of them could go. and it had to be Cross because of her experience. and even despite their best efforts, despite Green giving up her hazard suit to give Cross the best odds, she still failed.

we know based on the ending of OpFor that the detonation of the nuclear bomb in the car park would have killed anyone still stuck at Black Mesa after a certain point, as Green and Keller almost definitely were if things went back to shit after the end of Decay, which they would have had to if Cross managed to end up dead in Xen. it doesn't make sense to say that they'd then just go "acceptable losses!" and book it, since they took so much responsibility upon themselves throughout Decay's story, so i feel they probably stayed and continued to dedicate themselves to damage control up until the very end. and, like, how would they have known about the bomb? communications were out. probably nobody except Shephard, the black ops team, and that one security guard would have been aware, realistically. so, even if Green and Keller would have wanted to escape and save themselves, there's virtually no way they'd have had enough advance notice to get out of there.

but since Colette's effort was admirable enough for her to deserve a reward in the G-Man's eyes (or maybe just to be kept in reserve in case she's needed later, depending on how you read G's motivations), she, like Shephard, was placed in stasis. and if she ever wakes up again, she'll presumably be without Keller since Pitchford makes no mention of him, and she'll definitely be without Gina.

OR if you don't want to engage with the tragedy of any of this, you can just say that the dead Ginas found in OpFor are uh. y;know. copies of her that were created somehow when she and Colette got caught up in the harmonic reflux after sealing the dimensional rift! which is sad for the clones—and oooky spooky because (mario voice) who REALLY died that day? and who came back??—but otherwise, all three of them got out of Black Mesa together.

I think about them. i think about them a lot. whyyyyy why why why WHY can't dr keller and the half-wifes be from an expansion people have easy access to like blue shit and opposing fart. screams and cries and throws up!!! no actual hate towards Blue Shift or OpFor; i love them, i just wish Decay was also two dollar and on PC

Gina Cross's page on Combine OverWiki was the main source for all my information. i also sourced the screenshot of Cross dead and the scan of Cross and Green's posed render from there. hopefully this post makes people realize that there is interesting shit going on with these characters that is worth exploring.

my final message: dear entire world, include colette green in your drawings of the freezer crew chilling in stasis (nonthreatening suggestion)

#i look forward to the release of the unofficial half-life decay: solo mission on steam so i can finally play it #let me know if i typo'd or misspoke in this. i proofread it before posting #worked on this for longer than i meant to. it was originally going to be a short reblog LOL #it turned into essay-length Decay propaganda and deserved its own post #prinna's posts #half-life #half life #half-life: decay #half life: decay #half-life decay #half life decay #gina cross #colette green #half-wife #half wife #hm. unsure if it's fair to tag opposing force. well Yeah because gina's corpse is an OpFor easter egg and i talked about it at length #opposing force #hlop4 #op4 #opfor #half-life opposing force #half life opposing force #half-life: opposing force #half life: opposing force #however i will NOT be tagging keller because i barely talked about him and did not show any pictures of him #and that would feel unfair to the 2 keller fans i know have got to be out there somewhere