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volleychumps · 3 years

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« Insecure S/O Reacting to a Confession 2

part 1 here

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Iwaizumi, Tendou, and Matsukawa

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Iwaizumi Hajime

The sun wasn’t helping his flared cheeks in any way.

“Stop interfering.”

“Stop stalling then.” Oikawa grins, rubbing his best friend’s shoulders as if he were about to enter a boxing ring. The dark haired ace rubs his eyes in irritation with one hand, ignoring the flare against his cheeks as Iwaizumi attempts to shake his childhood friend off. The sight of you kneeled down in the school garden, hair pinned back away from your face as you tended to the flowers, made the heat surge through Iwa’s cheeks even more.

“I’m not.”

“Really? Because every day you approach her creepily from some distance, and then disappear. C’mooon, I already owe Hiro like fifteen bucks-”

“You’re betting on this, shithead?”

“Nope.” The answer comes out a little too quickly as Oikawa dodges a second swat. “She’s so pretty I might have to approach her myself-”

“Not another word.” Iwa grits out, Oikawa slightly smirking at the tick in his jaw and the way his onyx eyes harden. “I just...don’t wanna mess this up.”

“There’s nothing to mess up until you confess. Ah, young love.” Oikawa sighs dreamily, Iwaizumi ignoring his dramatic friend’s swoon before making a decision. Today was the day.

You wipe sweat from your forehead, attempting to ignore the beating sun down on your face as you tried to hurry the process a long, ensuring the flowers were getting just enough water. The touch of an icy can of tea against your cheek startles you, almost making you drop the watering pot before you hold a hand up against the bright sun rays, tilting your head in confusion at the broad-shouldered man in front of you.

“Iwaizumi?” You smile in greeting as Iwaizumi shuffles his feet, breath catching in his throat at the sight. He was so screwed.

You laugh a bit awkwardly, the cold touch of the can beginning to numb. “Um, is this for me?”

“Yes.” He curses himself at how stern it comes out, but you gently take the can from his grasp, nodding in thanks. “I-I know you like this one.”

“You do?”

“No.” He didn’t want to sound creepy, yet somehow made it worse.

“Oh.”

Iwaizumi was ready to kick himself. He was hoping you would understand, the day you shyly maneuvered your way through Oikawa’s fanclub to get to him to offer him an ice cold drink was the reason he became so infatuated in the first place.

“Well, thanks for the tea-”

“I like you.”

This time, you do drop the watering pot, eyes widening like a deer caught in the headlights as Iwa’s heart sinks at your reaction.

“I get it, alright?” You mumble, sadness swimming in your stomach as Iwaizumi fought the need to dart off. “You’re the handsome volleyball ace all the girls want, and they put you up to ask me out as a joke again. It’s getting old.”

Ah.

Iwaizumi sighs, knowing that the other girls preyed on you for your beauty and soft heart, finding ways to hurt you in the most immature ways possible.

“Oi.” His heart tightens at the look of sorrow on your face, making him click his tongue before reaching a hand out before he can stop himself, smudging his thumb along the streak of dirt on your cheek. You look up at him in a doe-like manner, and your wet eyes are enough to make the ace want to hurt anyone who ever made you feel this way.

“I’m not kidding.”

“Iwa-”

“Hajime.” He cuts you off, hiding a smirk when he feels the heat rush to your cheeks. “You can call me Hajime. Only you.”

“Hajime.” you try it out, clapping your hand over your mouth once in shyness as Iwaizumi smiles a genuine grin, elated when you shy away into his touch.

“Then...please take care of me.” You manage, condensation running down to your other hand holding the can as Iwaizumi slips it out of your grasp, taking a heavy sip of it before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I finished this one. Can I take you to a cafe?”

“I’d love that.” You slip your gardening gloves off, Iwa slipping his hand into yours casually as you trail behind him, smiling when his grip tightens ever so slightly.

Surprisingly, the sun suddenly didn’t feel too hot today.

Tendou Satori

“Today’s the day fellas!”

“Oh, is it?” Shirabu mocks his surprise. “It’s not like you put ‘ask y/n’ out in huge block letters on our team calendar or anything.”

“Bingo!” Tendou points finger guns at his teammate as Semi shrugs at a disgruntled Shirabu. “I’m about to get myself a Miss Tendou Satori-”

“That’s not how that works-”

“Hush, Ushijima. Your logic won’t ruin my day today.” Tendou bounces on the balls of his feet, waiting for practice to let out as he tugs his last shoe on, his other teammates still in the process of changing.

“Is she waiting for you?” Semi tugs his shirt overhead as Tendou hums happily in answer, Shirabu snarkily making a remark from the other side of the locker room.

“She’s out of your league.”

“I know she is! Which is why I’m going to treat her like the queen she is, since I myself am but a lowly peasant beneath her-” Tendou perks up at the time. “Gotta go, I’ll text you the outcome boys.”

“Please don’t.”

“Tendou-senpai-” But the redhead had already darted through the door as Ushijima glances at his worried kouhai, tilting his head in question.

“What, Goshiki?”

“Isn’t Y/N L/N the one who had that mean prank pulled on her last year?”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you rocked on the balls of your feet, fidgeting with the ends of your skirt as you wait for the rambunctious redhead on the volleyball team. No way a cute guy like him was actually-

“Did I make ya wait long?” A pair of sneakers appear in your view, making you lift your head as Tendou Satori casts you a wide grin, school shoes hanging in his other hand. You tilt your head, wondering if he rushed here.

“Did you need something from me, senpai?” You blink, swinging your legs lightly on the bench you were sitting on, fearing the worst. Tendou clears his throat, suddenly feeling the nervousness he had been outrunning catch up to him. He can’t mess this up. Ever since you had adorably asked him to reach something for you at the snack shop for the school, he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind. He made sure to wait around during the same time during lunch hour, your usual snack already in hand and plucked off the highest shelf.

“Go out with me.”

You flinch. There it was.

His smile fades slowly with every beat of silence that soaks in the atmosphere between the two of you, and you swallow back a sob.

“How much are they giving you to do this?”

Tendou’s shoes hit the floor, his eyes blinking rapidly in confusion as you refuse to meet his questioning gaze.

“What?”

“I um, can help you if you want. Go out with you for a few days so they really believe-”

“Hey, hey!” Tendou’s arms begin to flail around as he shakes his head no. “I mean it Y/N, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. I really wanna date you for real-”

“You do?”

Tendou’s chest felt heavier at the crack in your voice and insecurity swirling in your eyes, and he nods his head, kneeling in front of you carefully before asking to take your hands with his eyes.

“I 100% do. You can strip me of my honor if I’m lying.”

This makes you crack a smile, making Tendou breathe out a sigh of relief through his nose. He thumps his forehead against yours, making your eyes glint in a way they haven’t in awhile.

“Can this lowly senpai please take you out on a date this weekend?”

“No, my lowly senpai cannot.” You say, turning your palms over so he can hold them properly. Tendou quirks an eyebrow, but he’s slightly smirking as you offer a shy smile.

“But my boyfriend can.”

Matsukawa Issei

“You’re staring again, ya creep.”

“I think the term you’re looking for is skillful admiring-”

“Just ask her out.” Hanamaki yawns, getting comfy on his best friend’s desk as Matsukawa leans into his palm, eyeing the way you pout when your friends steal your snacks. So cute. “What’s the worst she’s gonna do, say no?”

“Yes.” Matsukawa sighs, hanging his head slightly as Hanamaki arches a brow, crossing his arms in pure amusement.

“Wow, Matsukawa Issei hung up over a girl?”

“Who the hell is hung up-”

Hanamaki arches a brow when his friend visibly tenses up, looking over only to smirk when he sees another boy in class shyly offer up his pocky to you, you gladly accepting and smiling widely in thanks. Issei rests his head on the desk, stubbornly looking out the window as Hanamaki withholds a laugh over the hold you have over your classmate.

“Oh just ask her out.” Hanamaki uncaps his drink. “You’re so into her dude, it’s making me sick.”

Issei shifts in his seat. Maybe his adoration for you wouldn’t have begun if it hadn’t been for the way your much shorter legs pumped to catch up to his figure, who had pretty much reached his home.

“Matsukawa-san!” You had gasped for breath, the messy-haired boy guiltily slipping his headphones off at how tired you seemed. Before he could profusely apologize, you shoved his notes in his hand, bright hue to his cheeks at the act of kindness.

“Um, you left this in the library!” you manage out, Matsukawa seeming to freeze in the moment. “I added some notes in there, I hope you don’t mind. It seemed kinda empty-”

“You wrote notes for me?” He finds his voice again, cursing himself at that being the first thing that came out.

“I was bored during free time anyways.” You scratched the back of your head before turning on your heel again. “Anyways, bye!”

And then you darted off again as Matsukawa Issei stayed still in his spot, wondering just why the hell his heart was beating at the pace it was going, colorful notes hanging from his grasp.

“I’m gonna do it.” Hanamaki almost falls off the desk at Matsukawa’s revelation and the way he suddenly stood up. “I could kiss you right now, Makki.”

“I’m praying to god, please don’t.”

You lean against the shoe lockers, humming to yourself as you wonder just what your classmate would need from you, figuring he wanted to properly thank you for the notes. You would accept it and go, knowing that Matsukawa Issei was favored among the girls-

“You’re here.”

“This.” You smile softly, holding up a folded note between your fingers as Matsukawa shoves his hand in his slack pockets, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “This made it hard for me not to be, you know?”

You eye him carefully, stomach sinking at the familiar situation in front of you.

“You might have already guessed,” Issei breathes, trying to steady the pounding in his ears. “Or Makki might have already told you because he’s a shithead like that-”

You tilt your head.

“-but I’ve got this killer crush on you. And if you could help me out, I would thoroughly appreciate it.” It comes out business-like, and you almost laugh if it hadn’t been for the weight in your throat.

“Help you out how?” He doesn’t notice the crack in your voice as he pulls his sleeves up to his forearms, swallowing tightly.

“I think a date would begin to ease the pain.”

You really do laugh this time, but it’s not the kind of laugh of amusement. It’s forced, awkward, and makes Issei falter in his smile and movements.

“Do they ever get bored?”

All playfulness drains from the middle blocker’s face as his tone hardens. “What are you talking about?”

“Sure, get the hot guy from the volleyball team to try and ask Y/N out, are you getting it on video?”

“Y/N-”

“I’ve gotta go.” you try to step away, eyes widening when he stops you with his much bigger frame. His lidded eyes widen at the tears prodding the corner of your eyes, carefully lifting a hand to swipe at them before looking at you seriously.

“You think I’m hot?”

You can’t withhold the giggle that escpaes you, sniffling slightly as Matsukawa smiles gently, wrapping his arm around you to touch the small of your back. You yelp a little when you find yourself crushed against his chest, your upper back touching the lockers.

“I don’t know what the hell happened to you in the past, but-” you look up at the handsome tall boy you had hand-written notes for, hoping your crush on him wasn’t too noticeable. “I can tell you right now that you’re really fuckin’ pretty, and I want to brag to my friends about how hot my girlfriend is-”

“Do you ever stop talking?” You cup his cheek in question as his grin widens.

“Make me your boyfriend and I’ll show you.” He winks, and you raise both eyebrows in amusement before practically speaking against his lips.

“I think we can arrange that.”

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bibbykins · 3 years

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Some Extra Help (M)

First smut of the series! Certainly not the last lmao! I hope you guys like it! Their soft yandere rlly shows here and I’m excited to expand on that dynamic with such an isolated MC who is so oblivious. As always, please do not aspire for unhealthy relationships that I write irl. These relationships only function (and even barely sometimes) in a fictional world. Stay safe and enjoy!

Pairing: Soft Yandere!Yoongi and Jin x Chubby!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+, vibrator gets stuck, cunnilingus, fingering, soft dom! jin and yoongi, sub, kinda brat! reader, crying, some name-calling, daddy kink, sir kink, hickeys, dumbification if you squint, yandere themes, beginnings of an unhealthy relationship, toxic mindset, possessive tendencies

Part of The Household’s Bunny Series

Clad in a black mesh lingerie set with black bunny ears on your head was the last way you thought you would be waiting for the two oldest housemates, but here you were. You never thought you would meet your demise at the hands of a cylindrical chrome bullet vibrator, but here you were.

Your body was so warm from the thrashing it had been doing each time you so much as cough and it turns on. Worst of all, you hadn't even cum once. You were getting edged by this evil vibrator and it was not helping your already shitty situation.

In what felt like the longest five minutes of your life, you heard the elevator ding, “Y/N?” He called for you and you sighed in relief, somehow triggering the vibrator again.

"Yoongi-AH!" The man's heart nearly stopped hearing his name crumble into a moan coming from you, "Fuck." You groaned and he was met with you on your bed that you had in your filming area with a tripod in front of you, ring light on, and lingerie still intact. Although, with your body's movements a strap had fallen down your shoulder.

He made his way to you, "I'm right here, don't worry." He shushed you softly as he grabbed your hand, sitting on his knees as he placed himself at your head, "Are you in pain?" He asked worriedly and you shook your head.

You moved a bit and it turned it off as you sighed in relief, "I keep getting right there, and then it takes it away." You whined, chest heaving, "That hurts, but other than that I'm okay."

He stroked your hand softly, gentle eyes looking down at you, trying his hardest not to be turned on at the sight of you half-naked with a vibrator inside of you, "Is me being here helping?” His voice was always gentler around you.

You nodded as you nuzzled into your joined hands. You had grown rather close with Yoongi in your time here. Granted, you had grown pretty close with everyone in their own way, but Yoongi checked in on you most often and indulged in your clingy nature.

His heart fluttered at the show of affection. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t explain and the PDA only made him feel more and more like an infatuated puppy, “Alright, well, don’t worry, Jin will be here soo-”

"I'm here!" The elevator dinged and revealed the doctor, still in his coat and hurriedly making his way to the both of you, "Are you okay, y/n?" He kneeled at your stocking-clad feet before his eyes snapped to Yoongi.

Sensing the confusion, you spoke up, "I am, and he's here for moral support-OH FUCK!" You moaned sinfully as the vibrator sprang to life, gripping Yoongi's hand and he nearly cursed at the eroticism of it all, but luckily for you, the vibrator stopped just as quickly, "I had pulled my panties to the side and slid the damn thing in, but I was so wet I just lost it-ah!" The vibrator awoke inside of you and you cried out.

Jin tried his best to ignore his growing boner and went into doctor mode, explaining that he would be taking off your underwear, "I just need- I left my gloves in the car oh my-"

"And you call yourself a doctor?!" Yoongi snapped before you squeezed his hand.

"If you gotta finger me, so be it, if you're- mmh- okay with it." You squealed and the older man nodded nervously, stripping you of your underwear, inhaling sharply at the sight before him. Your thick thighs opened shyly for him.

You were glistening and when you spread yourself for him, he fought a choked moan at your beauty. Yoongi fairing no better as you moaned helplessly, his hand being your only tether to Earth at this point. Since day one, all the men in the house were entranced by you. You were beautiful, kind, and unabashedly yourself. Not to mention they all were some of the highest payers on you OnlyFans. And yet, you just saw this as them being some of the kindest people you met or obscenely supportive housemates. This made pursuing you difficult, seeing as all of the people they have ever pursued were able to read in between the lines of their gestures or bold enough to pursue them. Either way, the attraction to you was a poorly kept secret as their obsession and fixation with you only grew. Even with the two most composed men in the house, the air was quickly heavy with their growing arousal as you took your bottom lip in your teeth.

Maybe it was the idea of being watched or the desperation of being edged, but you couldn't help but be that much more turned on by these two attractive men watching you get sexually tortured. Your mind was getting muddled with nothing but a want to be dominated by these men still in their suits. Your back arched when you felt Jin's slender fingers go in, the bloomings of pleasure going with it, "Fuck, yes!" You gasped out, and it was just now both of the men realized, because somehow they hadn't earlier, you were turned on.

Jin had to screw his mouth shut when he felt your walls clench around his finger. You were so warm and wet and fuck, he really wanted to taste you, "Bunny, don't move so much, you'll just get it more stuck." He softly warned and you responded with a strangled whine that made him curse under his breath. He recalled from your videos that you were a needy sub, but he figured you were playing most of it up for the screen. Surely, you didn’t fulfill his fantasies that naturally. Yet, here you were, being a bratty sub he wanted to tease.

"But it feels so good." You gasped out and Jin looked to an equally fucked up Yoongi for help.

Yoongi nodded at the older man before directing his attention to you, which he immediately regretted. Your mouth was slightly parted, tongue nearly peaking out, and when he saw your eyes, he knew you had slipped into subspace, "Baby, be still." His voice was soft, unsure how to proceed, but when you shook your head defiantly, he sighed, knowing what he had to do, "Bunny." His voice was stern now, no longer soft, but it seemed you faltered in your movements, "Am I going to have to hold you down, or are you gonna be still like a good girl?" His eyes were darker now as he scrutinized your form and you whimpered.

Before Jin could chastise Yoongi for succumbing to his desire to dominate you, he felt you clench around his fingers as your body became more still. Oh, so it was working.

"I-I'm trying." You wailed helplessly, near tears.

"I know." He cooed, cupping your face gently, placing a sympathetic kiss on your cheek, "Just keep trying. Can you do that for Jin and I?" He was much softer now that you were listening to him and you nodded with a pout.

"You're doing great, pretty girl." Jin cooed at you similarly, restraint slipping as his finger twisted inside of you, "I almost got it, okay?" You nodded wordlessly but screamed when his fingers touched the vibrating toy. Yoongi had to place his forearm across your stomach to hold you down. Jin nearly had the toy and neither of them wanted to risk your squirming pushing it further in.

"I'm-I'm-" You babbled, chasing your sweet release only to have it ripped away as Jin slid the toy out of you, making you cry fully.

"It's out, sweet girl, why are you crying?" Jin asked lightly as he placed the tiny toy off to the side.

"Please." You begged both of them, tiredly but fully aware, "I just want to cum." Tears were running down your cheeks, "I'm sorry..." You were obviously embarrassed but Jin shushed you softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart, we're not mad." He spoke softly and placed a kiss on your thigh, squishing the skin between his hands, enjoying the plush skin he’s dreamt about for so long under his fingertips, "We can make you cum if you want?" His breath was heavy.

"Please." You croaked desperately.

Yoongi nodded, eyes as soft as ever, "How do you want us, baby?" His voice was low as he wiped some of your tears.

You blinked up at him, "H-However… are you sure you guys want to?" You blubbered and turned to Jin who slid the fingers that were inside you into his mouth, never breaking eye contact until his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, making you gasp.

Jin was usually so composed and polite, but here he was, sucking your juices off his fingers erotically. He had dreamt about the taste of you, but it could not compare to the real thing, the real sweetness of you laying in front of him, wet and desperate. His fingers popped from his mouth and he groaned, "You taste so good, little bunny." He breathed, completely overtaken with lust by now, "Can I really keep tasting you?" He asked, hands stroking your thick thighs until you nodded. He spread you for him and groaned at the sight, "Such a pretty girl." He purred.

"We'll take good care of you, baby." Yoongi promised, leaning down to capture your lips in between his as Jin licked a long stripe up your slip making you moan into the younger man's mouth. His hand slid under your flimsy bra, fingers tweaking your nipples, "You're so pretty when you squirm for us." He groaned, now kissing down the column of your neck as Jin's attempts at going slow were hindered by his excitement to taste you.

He hummed into your pussy, reveling in the squeak that came out of you as he ate you out for all he could. His tongue explored every part your sex had, no surface area left untasted. He genuinely could do this all day if you let him, no place other than on his knees making you feel good sounding better. He watched as Yoongi's lips wrapped your hardened nipple, making you moan, spurring Jin on to dip his tongue into your entrance.

You gasped out, on hand threading into Yoongi's hair as the other went to Jin's, making both of the men groan, "Feels so good, Sir." You rasped, bringing cocky smiles to both of the men's faces.

You wanted to squirm but Yoongi held you firmly in place as Jin fucked you with his tongue, "You feeling good, crybaby?" He whispered lovingly, leaning up to nip your ear lobe.

"Yes, Sir, so good." You moaned out, "Please don't stop, I'm so close." You begged and Yoongi chuckled darkly in your ear, fingers still stimulating your nipples.

"Well when you beg so pretty," He pinches your nipple a bit harder, making you jolt, "How can we make you cum just once?" He chided.

This made your eyes roll back as Jin pressed his face into you further before pulling back for a moment, fingers gingerly making circles around your clit, "Alright, pretty girl, you're going to cum on my tongue and then I'll let Yoongs taste you, okay?" His eyes dart to you as you nod, but his eyes narrow, "You can talk, can't you?" He teases, fingers slipping in and pressing into your clit from the inside, "Or are you just going to cum like this." He sped up his circles as he bluffed hut you shook your head desperately.

"No Sir, please!" You cried out, "Please, wanna cum on your mouth- AH!" Before you could even finish, Jin dove his tongue back into you.

You nearly screamed as you felt the long-awaited orgasm creep up on you, "I can tell you're about to cum so pretty, aren't you baby?" Yoongi teased as he leaned into to kiss you, taking your moans into his mouth.

"Can I cum, daddy?" You begged, making the men tending to you moan.

"Of course, baby." Yoongi murmured into your mouth, "Be a good girl and cum so I can clean you up." That was all it took for the coil to snap as an earth-shattering orgasm overtook your body, screaming for the whole building to hear as he kissed your neck.

Jin rode you through the orgasm with blissful hums until it was time for him to pull away, "That was beautiful, bunny." He praised, "Think you can handle another so Yoongs can have a taste?" He asked sweetly.

You nodded, "Yes, Sir." You breathed and Yoongi's tongue clicked, catching your attention.

"I kinda liked us being your daddies." He pouted mockingly and he watched embarrassment creep onto your face, so he leaned over your, "Come on, baby, are you ready for me to taste you?"

"Yes, daddy." You muttered shyly, making him smile before going to switch spots with Jin.

Jin approached you with a kind smile and gentle eyes as he knelt down to give you a kiss, "Hi, beautiful." He mused and before you could respond, Yoongi dove into you face-first like a man starved. You gasped, gripping Jin's forearm, "You taste divine, but it is nice to see your pretty face all twisted in pleasure." He leaned in for a deeper kiss, tongue massaging your own as you moaned into his mouth.

You felt Yoongi spread your lips before he stiffened his tongue to provide pressure on your clit as he drew circles around it. You gripped his hair, trying to pull him closer but he smacked your thigh as a warning. He guided your hand, pinning it to the side as he flattened his tongue over your slit and repeatedly dragging it up, collecting your juices in his mouth as Jin swallowed your moan, his hand going to your exposed breasts while the other cradled your neck.

"So sweet." Yoongi murmured before his tongue slipped inside of you and he moaned.

"Holy shit!" You gasp and tried to fuck yourself onto his face but Jin held you down.

"Don't cheat, sweet girl." He tsked playfully before sucking harshly on your neck, making you gasp, your hand going from clutching the sheets to tangled in his hair, "Fuck, what are you doing to me." He grunted into your neck.

With the sensitivity from your last orgasm and the skilled tongue of Yoongi, your release was quickly approaching as Jin found a sensitive spot on your neck, "Daddy!" You whined, "It-I-Uh-mm…" You babbled, trying to find words as Yoongi's thumb rubbed just above your clit as his tongue fucked you deeply.

Jin laughed wickedly, "We fucked her dumb, Yoongs, our poor baby." He was truly a different man under the spell of arousal and your taste, "You trying to ask to cum?" He cooed as you grabbed onto his hair harder and he let out a strangled moan.

"Yes, daddy, please can I cum?" You managed to beg yet again and both of the men made noises of aroused approval.

"Of course you can, good girl." Jin murmurs into your neck as Yoongi hums.

With approval from the dominating men above you, you gripped desperately onto Jin and came with a needy cry as Yoongi kitten licked until you finish fully.

"Shit, you taste good, baby." He pressed a wet kiss to your thigh before he slid your underwear back up.

"Thank you, guys." You muttered, eyes barely open now that the exhaustion hit you, "That was, like, super nice of you." You giggle tiredly.

Jin pressed a kiss to your head before standing, going to grab you his jacket in case you were getting cold. "Thank you for letting us taste you." He chuckled.

"You guys aren't leaving, right?" The men stop their movements at your question, "Not that you have to stay if you have better stuff to do or if you feel weird-"

"Do you want us to stay, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked and you nodded, eyes pleading, "Then we'll stay." He affirmed and his heart sank at your relief. Why had so many people left you?

"Do you want to lay here?" Jin asked softly and you shrugged.

"My real bed is over there and I am dead weight, so it's oka- Jin!" You laughed as he lifted you up like a princess, "I'm heavy, you're gonna hurt yourself." You chided.

"I'm no weakling." He quipped back and you rolled your eyes as he carried you to the bed, laying you down gracefully.

Both men laid on either side of you, pressed close, with their arms around you, "I feel bad not returning the favor." You snorted but the guys protested, "I have this urge to say thank you for being attracted to me because it feels nice to be wanted by you." You rambled sleepily, "I care about you all so much, I'd keep you all to myself if I could." You giggle, like it's an absurd idea, before letting your eyes fully close, "I'm glad we can be at least this close."

The men look to each other as slumber takes you. They exchange knowing looks. Now that they've gone this far, they can't bear the thought of being with anyone else, or you being with anyone else outside of the building. You were a rare gem, and they could not bear the thought of giving you away. People could look, sure, but they could never feel you. The world had its chance with you, and everyone turned their backs on you, so they would now be the only ones to be so close, it had to be that way and soon. Although, bringing this up to you would have to wait. They would need to see how you fare with the other men in the house, who undoubtedly want you just as much. No, needed you. They all unabashedly, undoubtedly, and understandably, needed you.

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Let’s do it

This is pretty vanilla but I feel like Mateo’s first ever time would be with his darling so it’s not only their first time having sex but it’s his as well

This contains: smut, prince being awful at giving advice, mateo being vulnerable, blowjob

“Z-Zeke, how do you pleasure a girl?”

Zeke choked on his drink his face filled with shock as he looked up at mateo who looked just as embarrassed as him. “Okay, wow..ah..alright bro. Sit down” Zeke said softly trying not to make this too awkward “pleasuring a girl is like...tuning a guitar. Just gotta hit that sweet spot that makes her happy her needs are very important so make sure you ask her what feels good. Also it’s okay to be gentle” he explained and that didn’t help too much.

So mateo asked prince and that only scared him “pleasure her?! Pffft just ram it in and call her your filthy little slut remember little guy. If it’s not rough she will dump your sorry ass” prince chimed out and mateo shuddered in fear “h-huh?! Y-you call her a what?”

After you and mateo went on a date it wasn’t long until he hovered over you on the bed lips brushing along your neck hands creeping up to fondle your breasts. Your sigh of pleasure freaked him out to the point where he thought you weren’t liking it.. you weren’t telling him that you like it so he didn’t know.

“Y-you like that y-you..a-h..Slut?” His voice cracked clearly uncomfortable with that and you looked at him confused. “What?” You questioned and he gulped feeling his emotions get the better of him and he scrambled off you face red and tears in his eyes.

“I-I-I’m sorry! You aren’t saying anything! H-how am I supposed to know what you like?! I-I don’t know, I just..” he paused his words with a shaky sigh feeling tears roll down his face making you sit up and crawl towards him “hey..mateo, calm down” you whispered out and he looked up at you face filled with fear.

“I-I screwed this all up huh? I’m sorry I just screw it all up I just want you to feel good” he hissed out before you reached softly cupping his face which calmed him down enough to look at you. With that you pressed your forehead against his feeling his breathing level out.

“This experience isn’t about me or you..it’s about us, okay? So relax and do what comes natural..”you said softly and mateo gave a small nod before leaning in to kiss you softly slowly relaxing as he felt you tug at his shirt

He pulled back so you can take it off immediately feeling a strong embarrassment as your eyes landed on his upper body pale white splotches scattered about body fit from all the sports he plays. “Lay down” you ordered and he did just that before you started to press you lips against each white splotch.

“You’re so beautiful you know? Just a beautiful boy” you whispered against his skin hearing a hushed moan escape him “r-really? I-I look beautiful?” He questioned out making you smile “Mhm! The most beautiful boy ever” you purred out kissing down his chest and stomach stopping at his pants.

You glanced up at him noticing his flustered expression “can I?” You asked and he gave a small nod shuddering as he felt pull his pants down seeing his cock spring out seeing that he was fully hard.

“You’re so cute” you purred out licking up his cock feeling him twitch in surprise “a-ah d-don’t t-that’s so naughty~” he stammered out turning his head away shyly immediately bucking his hips up when he felt your mouth around his cock. He couldn’t help himself since it felt just too good.

“N-Ngh, y/n t-that f-feels so good” he hissed out as you sucked his cock bobbing your head up and down swirling your tongue along his cock feeling him grip your hair as breathy panting escaped him thick locks covered his face as he bit his bottom lip trying to suppress his moans.

It wasn’t long until he was arching his back letting out a cry of pleasure as he cummed. He immediately felt guilty for cumming in your mouth “a-ah! You- I- Don’t swallow it!” He stammered out in shock at the sight of you gulping.

“It’s fine, just relax” you said softly as you stripped down climbing ontop of him brushing his cock against your wet hole “you ready?” You asked and he gave a nervous nod. You sinked down on him interlacing your hands together with his as you felt him slowly push up eyes glistening with tears “i-is it supposed to h-hurt?” He hissed out a shaky huff coming from him as you took all of him.

“It’s just a new feeling baby, just relax okay?” You whispered out moving his hands and resting them on your waist as you started to move. The pleasure was indescribable, mateo felt like he was melting. He gripped your hips bucking his hips up slowly becoming a sobbing drooling mess in only under a minute.

Your insides squeezing his cock in ways that made his head spin like crazy. “Ngh!! Y-y/n! It feels- a-Ah y-you feel- don’t stop please!” He was losing his mind in bliss nails digging into you as he felt you slam down on his cock making he nearly squeal in pleasure.

“W-wait! I-if you keep doing it like that I’m gonna cum” he whined out making you smirk at just how adorable he is. “Then cum~” there was something about how you said that that made mateo snap. He pulled you down arms wrapping around your waist keeping you against him as he pounded away hitting your gspot every single time.

“A-ah! F-fine I’ll c-cum but you have to as well” he demanded his voice gaining confidence as he kissed along your neck hearing your sweet moans which only fueled his fire. After slamming into you one last time before he shuddered cumming inside and filling you up.

He shuddered slowly letting you go trying to relax his racing heart, you looked down as him before softly pushing his hair out his face seeing his adorable blissed out expression before leaning down pressing soft kisses along his face.

“For our first time, that was absolutely perfect” you whispered out with a smile which Inturn made him grin as he returned some of your kisses “c-can we do it again?” He asked out having a newfound passion in his eyes. He could definitely get used to do this a lot more

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flamencodiva · 4 years

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Who Do You Think You Are? 3- Impala

Description: Y/N Y/L/N and Dean Winchester seem to bump into each other quite frequently. What happens when these two hunters rub each other the wrong way?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Bingo Square: Impala

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Child Neglect, Mentions of Drug Abuse.

A/N: For SPN Dean Bingo Round One

Divider by @talesmaniac89

Y/N pulled into the large gate leading up to the mansion. Rolling down her window she pressed the button.

“Hello?” her uncle’s voice ran through the intercom.

“Uncle Tommy?” she smiled a bit. “Sorry for just dropping on you like this… it’s Y/N.”

"Y/N/N! I was about to send out a search party for you. Drive-in kid!"

Y/N leaned back in her seat as she watched the gate open. Once it was wide enough, she drove forward and up the driveway towards the front door. She had turned off her car when a man, about 6’2 and arms filled with tattoos. Tommy Lee smiled at Y/N as he rushed to her and picked her up in his arms.

“Hey kid!” he smiled. “You scared me with that call… are you okay?” he gave her a once over.

“Yeah, I’m fine… just the job got a bit… scary so I was just covering my bases,” she grabbed her bag from the trunk making sure to keep her secret compartment closed. “How have you been Uncle T?”

"Good, good," Tommy rubbed the back of his neck. "You know… you should call…"

“He doesn’t need to know,” she made her way inside and placed her bag on the floor by the couch. “I can crash on your couch--”

“You know where your room is here!” Tommy pulled her in for a hug. “Go settle in and I can make us my famous Gyros!”

“You know it!” she smiled as she made her way up the stairs and to her room. She settled in and lay on the bed her uncle had for her. A small nap never hurt anyone. But the one thought that she couldn’t get out of her head, was her moment with Dean Winchester.

Back downstairs, Tommy pulled out his phone and dialed the familiar number.

“Nikki? It’s Tommy,” Tommy glanced up the stairs in the direction of Y/N’s room. He knew she would be mad, but he had to do this. “She’s here at my house.”

"She went to you?" Nikki sighed. "Figured she would. Does she look okay?"

“Just… I think she might be doing some hard stuff Nik… she might be going down THAT road,” Tommy closed his eyes not sure what his niece was doing.

"Shit, I'll be right there… Just," Nikki cleared his throat. "Just make sure she doesn't know I'm coming."

Tommy hung up with Nikki and moved around his kitchen to prepare the Gyros for Y/N. it was hard for him to call Nikki like that knowing the relationship between his niece and his best friend. But it had to be done, if she was going down a dark path, he had to be there to help her out. He was cooking the meat in the frying pan when he heard Y/N coming down.

“It smells awesome!” she smiled as she grabbed a beer from his fridge. “So, what’s life like for you Uncle T?”

“Got into a fight with Brandon the other day,” Tommy told her, rubbing at his lip. “Knocked me the fuck out and then went running his mouth saying I started it. So, same old same.”

“Brandon is a douche and he has no idea what a great dad you are,” she smiled at him, “wish I could say the same for mine.” she chugged half the bottle before smiling at him. “Need any help?”

“You’re always more than welcome to help. I taught you everything you know anyway,” He winked and moved over to let her cut the veggies.

Y/N moved over next to her uncle as he helped her cook. It was things like this that made her wish she was his daughter. She knew that all the stories that demonized him were exaggerated. He wasn’t as bad as the media made him out to be. In fact, he was one of her favorite uncles, acting more like a father than her own sperm donor of a father was. Even with his faults, he always found a way to make her feel loved.

“I’m only going to stay for a few days,” she finished her beer and grabbed another one. “I have a small job around here I need to take care of. After that, I’m on the road again. Gotta keep moving you know.”

“You remind me of your mom,” Tommy told her. “She was always on the road, almost as much as we were…”

“Yeah, the Pontiac out there belonged to her,” she cleared her throat. “I restored it and I've been maintaining her.”

Y/N was helping her uncle make baklava when the doorbell rang. She was too focused on making sure the pastry was ready for the oven, to realize her father had come in.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Nikki said, offering her a smile. Tommy gulped a little, feeling the tension already start to flow through the room.

He really screwed up this time.

Y/N froze as the familiar voice rang in her ears. She grabbed her beer and chugged it until it was empty.

"Nikki," she muttered, staying close to the counter. "Knew he would call you eventually. You saw me. I'm fine. You can go."

“I just…” Nikki sighed. He had been practicing his speech in the car on the way over and now it was falling flat.

Fuck.

"I’m not staying long anyway,” she cleared her throat as she grabbed a bottle of Jack, she knew her uncle kept just for her. “I’m spending the night before heading to my apartment.”

“Yeah,” Nikki cleared his throat, “you still won’t tell me where that is?”

“It’s none of your business,” she breathed. “Just go back to your perfect kids… you know the ones you actually wanted.”

“Y/N, I wanted you too,” Nikki told her. “I never wanted for you and your mom to not be a part of my life. I still want you in my life and I…” She glared at him, cutting him off.

“Save it,” she grabbed a glass and filled it three fingers full of the amber liquid. “Look I know you’re going to stay for dinner anyways because Uncle Tommy is worried about something. So let’s get this over with so I can sleep in peace and head home.” she prepared her gyro and gave a soft glare to her Uncle Tommy.

As they sat at the table, Tommy kept giving Nikki pointed looks and pointing at his arm while hinting at Y/N. Both men leaned on their chairs to try and get a look at Y/N’s arms.

“Are you looking for something boys?” she took a sip of her whiskey before folding her hand and placing her elbows on the table.

“Um… look Y/N/N,” Tommy began as he took a sip of water. “We’re worried about you. Your dad and--”

“Sperm donor,” Y/N interjected.

“Y/N,” Nikki sighed. “We just want to know that you aren’t… falling into a dark path here.”

“Oh… you mean am I shooting up?” she pushed her chair back and shrugged off her flannel. She showed them her arms, “yeah, I’m nothing like you Nikki. I may drink a lot… but I would never pump that kind of poison in my body. I’d rather die alone than be like you and ruin someone's life with the promise of love and forever.” she walked up to Nikki and placed her arms by his, “let’s compare, shall we?”

Nikki pushed away, “I get it.” he looked down and at Tommy, “I shouldn’t have come. Thanks for calling me I’ll go.”

“Yeah,” she scoffed, “run away like you always do. Just like when mom died… and I was just dumped on you and your flavor of the month.” she looked to her uncle, “I know you meant well, but honestly next time… butt out.”

Tommy watched as Y/N rushed up the stairs and sighed. He hoped that she would talk about her last phone call, if he had to be honest, she was acting almost like how her mother would act. He knew Y/N’s mom worked, well he wasn’t sure what she did, but she always seemed secretive just like Y/N.

In her room, Y/N picked up the phone and dialed the one number she never thought she would ever be dialing.

“Dean?” she took in a deep breath, “It’s Y/N… think you can meet me at the address I’m going to text you?”

The next morning, Y/N woke up and grabbed her bag, ready to head to her apartment on the strip. She didn’t tell anyone, but she found a way to rent the old apartment that her father and uncles had during their early band days. Driving the Pontiac down the familiar road she pulled up to the old building and up the familiar staircase. She expected to be alone for a few hours before Dean would arrive, but that was a wash. The green-eyed hunter was sitting by her front door waiting for her.

“You know, when you said to meet you here,” He groaned as he got up, “I wasn't expecting to have to wait for you.”

“Sorry,” Y/N sighed as she grabbed her keys and opened the door. “I was at my uncle’s house. I didn’t expect to get here so late.”

“It’s fine,” Dean smiled. “Didn’t peg you for someone who would live on the stip.”

“I grew up here,” she led him inside and ran her hands over the familiar markings. “I was lucky that no one was living here when I wanted it.”

“Yeah, I heard that Motley Crue lived in something like this,” Dean placed his bag on the couch and, “So Sam is off back in Kansas, it’s just you and me Y/L/N.”

“Yeah?” Y/N chuckled and smiled, “well… we can do some things. We can check out the whiskey, get drunk and just hang out.”

"That sounds like a fun way to start," dean offered her a smile. "Maybe we could do something more?"

“Ok,” She turned around and placed her hands on her hips, “slow your roll. I told you before, I don’t do commitment. So, whatever you are trying to do… it’s not going to work. If we are going to have fun… it’s fun… got it?”

“Yeah, I got it, I don’t do it either. I’m just trying to get to know you,” Dean observed her as she walked to her room in the back. She seemed lost in a memory. “You and your mom came back here to live?” he looked around the small two-bedroom apartment.

“Yeah,” she gave him a sad smile, “before my dad became a major douche we lived here and we were happy… then… the life caught up with my mom and things went downhill.”

“So, what did you have in mind?” Dean changed the subject as he noticed the sad look on her face.

It didn’t take long before Dean and Y/N were walking along the strip. She pointed out various places she would remember from her childhood. One being her dad working in a particular liquor store. Walking in, Y/N made a beeline for the whiskey Isle and grabbed a few bottles. She looked over at Dean and smiled.

“Pick your poison because we are going to relax and enjoy the strip,” she walked close to him and leaned in, her lips close to his ear. “Plus, it’s the best way to sniff out monsters. They love to hang out around here.” she winked and made her way to the cashier.

“Ok so we have our booze,” Dean clapped his hands together as they made their way back to her apartment, “What time do the festivities begin?”

“Sundown,” she took in the sounds of the strip and froze when she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

“Y/N? Hey!” Gunner Sixx called out. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in town?”

“Shit,” she quickened her pace, “come on let's put this back in my apartment and I can show you where the greasiest burger in town is.”

“Hey, you have someone calling you,” Dean looked back as a tall man, relatively skinny with long dyed blond hair tried to catch up to them.

“It’s probably just someone who thinks I look like someone else,” Y/N waved him off. “This is Hollywood man.”

“Y/N wait!” Gunner called after her.

“Fuck,” she cursed before handing Dean her keys and the bag of liquor. “Head to my apartment I’ll be right there.”

Dean simply nodded as he watched Y/N head to the man who was calling her before heading to her apartment.

“What do you want Gunner? Do you know how to take a hint? I didn’t tell anyone I was in town because I don’t want to see you.” she glared at him.

“Who’s that?” Gunner asked, watching Dean head into the building.

“None of your damn business!” she growled, “as far as I’m concerned, we are not family, we are nothing. You can tell the rest that they can celebrate, I won’t be around much longer anyway. They can get their wish.” she turned on her heels and groaned when she came face to face with her sister Storm Sixx. “god damn it!”

“Sis! You’re in town!” Storm leaned in to hug Y/N, only for Y/N to sidestep and move out of the way.

“Seriously? What drugs are you guys on?” she glared at them. “Since when am I, sis? What are you up to?”

“What do you mean?” Gunner asked.

“Can’t we try and be nice to our sister?” Storm found the ground interesting.

“Yeah right,” she scoffed, “what do you want? I know you want something. It’s all I’m good for apparently.”

“We really just wanted to hang out with you,” Gunner told her. “And we heard dad saw you and he seemed really upset.”

“If he relapses, it’s not on me,” she sneered. “I tried cleaning up his mess the first time. It took him getting you guys to be happy… so I'm taking myself out of the equation,” she poked Gunner in the chest, “if you knew what I’ve really done for this family you would have been nicer to me from the jump. But since my mom died you all have been nothing but an asshole.” with that, she turned and walked away from them, hoping that they wouldn't recognize where she was staying.

Walking into the apartment she gave Dean a fake smile before sitting on the couch and chugging some of the whiskey straight from the bottle.

“Everything okay?” he raised an eyebrow at her as she took a deep breath.

“Yeah, totally fine…” she looked at the time and stood up. “You brought the Impala?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, “why?”

“I have a place I want to go to, and the Impala is the best wheel to get us there.” she grabbed a few essential things and turned to him. “You are going to love it.”

Dean drove the Impala following Y/N’s directions. He pulled up to a dirt road and what looked like a radio tower. He was puzzled when Y/N climbed out and guided him closer to the edge.

“Ok, come on,” she sat on Baby’s hood and took in a deep breath.

“Um… where are we?” he looked around.

“Just look down,” she pointed to the ledge.

Dean couldn’t believe his eyes. He was staring at the Hollywood sign from above. He looked over at Y/N’s face, she seemed happy.

“Why did we come here?” he climbed on the hood next to her as she offered him the bottle of whiskey.

“Before my dad turned into a major douche… he and my mom were happy,” she placed her arm under her head and closed her eyes. “We used to hike up here and have fun playing tag. It was a lot simpler… but then… mom… well, she started hunting hardcore.”

“And what about your dad?” Dean asked, a little unsure of the answer he was going to get.

“Turned to drugs when he couldn’t handle taking care of me,” she sat up and grabbed the now half-empty bottle they shared. Bringing the opening to her lips she took in a big sip before handing it to him. “There was a demon… one night. He was too high to notice that it was a real monster. Mom burst in and after that… they ended things. I got to see him every now and then until she died when I was thirteen. By then he had a wife and three kids, and I was just someone who cramped his style.”

“I’m so sorry,” Dean looked over at her.

“It’s fine,” shaking her head she scooched over to him. “I learned to just keep my head down and not ask for anything. I mean considering the guy never gave me a birthday or Christmas present, I got used to just not being wanted.”

“Well, I can tell you, you’re always wanted by someone, even if you don’t want them,” He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close to his side.

“Are you trying to change my mind on the whole commitment thing?” she chuckled, “because I am not going for it. You can thank my dad for that. I am not a commitment person, I’ve tried it and it never works out.” she leaned back against the windshield of the Impala as her phone began to ring with the familiar tune of Shout at the Devil.

Looking at the screen the name Nikki flashed on it. Rolling her eyes, she answered it. “What do you want Nick? I’m in the middle of something.”

“Y/N, I want to take you out for your birthday. I know it’s coming up.” Nikki Sixx swallowed the lump in his throat as he held the phone to his ear.

“What do you care about what I’m going to do for my birthday? I never celebrate it anyways.” She shook her head and scoffed.

“I just thought they…" Nikki let out an audible sigh. "You are my daughter Y/N. My first kid. I know I messed up and I've been trying to fix things… please, come to the house and let's celebrate."

“I’m going to be busy. I have some states to visit and some work to get done. I won’t have the time. Besides, I’m sure you have better things to do than celebrate the bastard daughter's birthday.” with that she pulled the phone away as he continued to talk.

“Y/N that’s not true,” his voice echoed from the phone.

“Liar,” she breathed before hanging up.

Dean looked over at her as she hung up her phone. He could see her eyes filling with tears as she looked down at the phone. It was as if she wanted to say yes to whoever this ‘Nick’ guy was, but she was scared of getting hurt; scared to really let go. He knew the feeling. He was like that himself.

“So, any other places we can go where we can show baby off?” Dean sat up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "And if you want, we can make out and I can distract you as a good friend would."

“Actually, making out on the hood of your Impala does sound nice. Maybe even inside in the backseat,” she chuckled. “I mean she is hella sexy.”

“You look sexy being on her,” Dean cupped her cheek before giving her a searing kiss.

Pulling away, Y/N licked her lips before staring into his green eyes. “This doesn’t make us exclusive.”

“I know,” Dean smiled, “but I’m glad to see I was able to distract you,” he laughed and rolled off the hood. “Come on, let’s drive this baby back to the strip.”

The drive back to the strip was filled with the sounds of Zeppelin blasting from the speakers. Dean glanced at her occasionally. He would smile to himself and chuckle at how stubborn he was when he first met her. But in the end, she only wanted to be his friend. Pulling up to her apartment building by the strip Dean turned to face Y/N.

“So… what are we going to do next?” Dean shut off the engine.

“We can head to the Whiskey,” she sighed. “I need to cut loose and drink as much as I can.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dean shut off the engine and climbed out.

It didn’t take long for them to get into the Whiskey a-go-go. Y/N scoped out the scene and found herself smiling at one of the guys flirting with her. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched Y/N grinding on a guy. It didn’t take long for a woman to come and bat their eyelashes at him. He turned on his charm, remembering that Y/N only wanted to be friends with benefits. Dean moaned as the woman he was with ground her ass on his crotch as they swayed to the music. He couldn’t help but glance at Y/N who was swaying with one of the guys she was flirting with. Dean pushed his jealousy down as the woman kissed him.

“You and I can have some fun,” she whispered in his ear before nipping at it.

Glancing back at Y/N, Dean noticed she was in a heated make-out session of her own. “Yeah, baby,” he found himself muttering, “Let’s have our own fun.”

Y/N watched as Dean went off with a woman who caught his eyes. She would never admit that it stung that he went off to have a quick roll. But then again, she was doing the same thing. At least now she could keep him at arm's length. But it was nice to have him all to herself. She will always remember being comfortable with him on the hood of his Impala.

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Nightingale - 16

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: References to trauma with all it entails. Some nudity. Gloomy futures. Embarrasment (both second- and firsthand). A/N: Thanks for reblogs and comments <3 Maaaaaan, I’m enjoying my summer vacation right now and I’ve been watching quite a bit of Naruto this first week – now I’m at ep. 278 of Shippuuden. As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag!

Ch. 16

When the little group reaches the door to their destination, neither Anko nor Asuma question him out loud as their white-haired comrade requests they stay there, allowing just the two directly involved in the ritual to proceed unsupervised.

Uguisu silently obeys, even when she’s told to kneel in the middle of the pattern painted on the floor while the one person she seems to trust sets about placing and lighting candles. Even as he begins to explain the nature of the seal, she simply listens, dark eyes peeping at him from behind the colourful hair. She doesn’t frown when Kakashi explains it will burn through her chakra, that it will be painful. There’s not the slightest twitch of her lips when told it involves using his blood to write the symbols from the edges of the circle on the ground. However, she does pale considerably upon hearing the symbols also will cover strips of her bare skin on the way to the curse mark she has been given by Orochimaru, and she turns ashen when Kakashi warns her he will have to touch it.

“I-I told you....” she whispers hoarsely, “any-a-anything.”

The jōnin begins with the writing on the floor first, hoping to reduce the humiliation as much as possible. Eventually, there’s no delaying it anymore.

“Uhm...the clothes on your upper body’ve got to go. I’m sorry.” He really is. “So...I’m gonna release you, rather than ruin them. I know you won’t run or fight.”

She seems taken aback. “You trust me now?”

“Been trusting you a long time.”

“But you know what I am?!”

He squats down behind her, fingers already busy with the knots. “I heard you. I heard the story about a victim of a horrible evil. You survived. You got away. You want to redeem yourself of crimes you never intended to be a part of.”

The ropes slip off like dead snakes, perhaps aided by the staccato shaking that is wracking Uguisu’s body, and as soon as she has rubbed a bit of life back into the limbs where red streaks dent the flesh, she discards the jacket and tank top – both landing next to Kakashi’s feet – but hesitates at the sports bra even though the only other person present has turned his back to her. I’m sorry...I can’t even begin to imagine...

“Gonna use this as a gag...you don’t want me to scream if it hurts too much.”

“Even the toughest person would cry out from the pain.”

“No doubt then...I like your head intact.” He can hear the attempted smile from the sarcasm.

Hm? “So...you’re ready?”

The answer is a muffled “yes”, and when Kakashi turns he sees that she really has stuffed quite a bit of the intimate clothing into her mouth. He also sees the damned mark stand out clear on the more than perfect breast – there are a few other scars here and there – but nothing is capable of making the woman unattractive in his eyes and he can feel the rush of blood through his body. Don’t stare! Don’t be a creep!

He silently sets to work again, bloody finger skirting across her and creating goosebumps that travel in waves on her skin. So soft...smooth. Even the scars have a beauty to them, each hinting at Uguisu’s tenacity and strength.

“There.” The last kanji doesn’t have time to dry before the man in charge of the ritual has taken his position at the woman’s left side, his right hand hovering in front of the marked breast. “Ready?”

One nod, dark eyes locked on him. She trusts me.

The light emanating from the ribbons of writing is blinding, and the heat where skin meets skin burns Kakashi too. Even if he wanted to, he can’t pull away now. Have to be ready. The jōnin had to channel all his intent for the seal to work into the preparation, all there’s left for him is to let his chakra flow and activate hers.

Uguisu, on the other hand, has gone taught: back arching and eyes screwed shut, every vein bulges at the strain she’s under. Silent. Much too silent for Kakashi’s liking until a small croak escapes her throat rather than the mouth as a warning. The scream that follows, despite being muffled, makes his ears ring with pain and dust and debris move across the cave’s floor and float from the roof high above.

Thankfully, it doesn’t last long.

The moment the ritual is complete, the cacophony ends and Uguisu collapses (only avoiding landing face first on the floor because the white-haired man catches her). Without thinking, he pulls out the bra to make sure she’s breathing, and a few drops of blood land on the ground where, moments ago, kanji had glowed.

“I trust...you...” she manages before passing out.

“Kakashi?!” Asuma yells from the entrance, probably worried at the dramatic effects, “you okay?”

Gotta make sure she’s decent. “I’m fine! Just wait there.”

He gives up on re-applying the bra, choosing to stuff it into one of her pockets instead, but does manage to pull the rest onto the limb body before hoisting her into his arms. The scent of cotton is still there underneath the light smell of sweat and burned chakra, and he knows she’ll be fine as long as she gets some rest.

...

“You can’t stay here. It’ll look -”

Kakashi doesn’t let his friend continue. “I know what it already looks like and staying outside the cell won’t alter anything in that respect. We both know that, Asuma.” There’s good reason for the bearded jōnin to sigh. “I brought her in front of the Hokage, but ultimately it wasn’t my decision to do so nor was it anywhere as soon as it should have been...my tardiness has finally had consequences, I guess.”

“This isn’t a joke!”

No, it’s not. “We don’t know everything about her yet...but I trust her and for good reasons too in spite of everything. I’m ready to testify on her behalf.”

“A few hours ago, you thought her name was Mei!” Asuma shouts, making the on-duty guards turn their heads.

Not entirely true, but I get your point. “Don’t you think she’ll be more inclined to cooperate if I’m around?”

That, at least, shuts the larger man up. Looking to Anko, he recognizes the truth in the question and turns to leave. “Ibiki won’t go easy on you just because of your reputation. He’s bound to think the same as everyone else does.”

That I’ve been compromised and am turning against Konohagakure.

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imaginesmai · 4 years

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Tony Stark-Feeling old

Requested by anon. I know your request was a little bit different (they are already together), but I just got carried away with this idea, I hope you don’t mind!

Plot: you say something that tiggers Tony’s inners insecurities and doubts.

“Oh, daddy” you cried out, arching off the bed and squeezing Tony’s dick inside you. You bit your lip and let your cheeks be flushed while you came down from your orgasm; and when you looked up to Tony, your eyes were half lidded and dreamy.

Tony wasn’t smiling. At all.

He was frozen in place above you, on arm braced against the headboard of his bed, the other hand still loosely wrapped around your neck. His own dick was rapidly softening inside you, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull out, or even move at all.

Your smiled faltered, and the last few moments seemed to catch up with you all at once.

“Oh my god” you gasped, and pushed him off of you quickly, scrambling out of the bed and frantically trying to look for you panties between the clothes on the ground. “I – fuck, can we… forget this? I’m, fuck, sorry Tony – I didn’t , I wasn’t –“

You groaned and hopped up and down as you shimmied down your way into the tight skinny jeans, not being able to look at Tony. You just wanted to get out of there, as soon as possible and forget what you had said to the man you had been sleeping with for almost four months then. Screwing everything up was a good definition for what had just happened.

“Um, I think, I have things – yeah, you don’t… I –“ Tony flinched at his own choice of words. “I’ll get FRIDAY to call you a car”

When you looked back, Tony had the heels of his hands on his eyes, rubbing at them and laying on his back. The AI replied softly, unaware of the situation inside the room. You winced at the word ‘taxi’, as Tony would always drive you back to your apartment once you had finished; if you didn’t stay the night. Which, lately, was becoming an habit.

“Thanks” you muttered, pulling your hoodie on over what appeared to be Tony’s Metallica old shirt, yours then. “I’ll call you. Or text you, yeah”

You stepped into your sneakers and ran a hand through your hair in a half hearted attempt to settle it into place. Looking at him once more, Tony hadn’t changed positions, and didn’t make any attempt to stop you. So, a few seconds later, you took your backpack and bolted from the room, whispering a quick goodbye.

The door slammed shut, Tony sat up and then fell back onto the mattress. Curses and shouts left his mouth when he heard the front door shutting too. He grumbled and rolled over a few times, until he buried his face in his sheets. They still smelt like sex, and you. Sweat, his Axe deodorant, and coconut shampoo.

“She called me daddy” he grabbed one of the pillow above his head and threw it across the room, knocking over a pile of science journals he had been meaning to look over.

“She did indeed, sir” FRIDAY answered, robotic voice completely neutral.

“I’m not her father’s age” he moaned. “Am I?”

“You are, in fact, two years older than Mr. Y/L/N father” FRIDAY supplied helpfully. Tony was sure he could hear an attitude in her voice, probably a few lines of code he needed to adjust.

Tony grabbed another pillow and put it over his head, drowning out the AI’s voice trying to fix it saying that he wasn’t as old as your granddad. If he couldn’t hear the damned thing, he didn’t have to think about the fact he was much older than you, older than your actual ‘daddy’. He burrowed into the mattress and tried not to think about it, but it was impossible.

Yes, he knew he was older than you. It was all legal, you were a student from college that he had interned a while ago. And yeah, he was aware that the more he thought about that, the more he was thrusting idly against the silk sheets beneath him.

He hadn’t had a chance to cum, and he was hard again. Hard over the same girl who had called him ‘daddy’. Which actually daddy was younger than him

Rolling out of bed, he headed into the bathroom, opened the shower and twisted the knob on the shower to a temp just above freezing.

Once there, he started thinking. He had met you when he had been forced by Pepper to give a presentation to college students, something about looking forward to the future and search for every opportunity that comes your way. Honestly, Tony had been too busy staring at you to focus on what he was saying. While his mind went on autopilot and he told all those old jokes and motivational advices he knew by heart, he sneaked glances at you; and at the end of the day, he had managed to invite you to his pent house to take a look at his lab.

Tony had never met anyone as passionate in their hobbies as you, and the idea of getting into your pants quickly became an offer of interning with him. He ended up destroying two prototypes of his newest job the next week, when he fucked you against the desk. And he had enjoyed every second of it, from the late nights talks about nanotechnology to the arguments about Star Wars. The age difference hadn’t bothered him, until that day.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and checked for messages; none new, no missed calls. Just a notification from your name appearing recently in one of the newspapers that usually gave Tony problems. Frowning, he clicked on the pop up and swiped his thumb around the screen.

“The fuck?” Tony jabbed at the screen and zoomed in as much as he could without the photo going blurry.

You were sitting at a coffee shop, hunched over a mug with a boy next to you. He had his arm wrapped around your shoulders and was leaning in close. Now, he wasn’t the jealous type, because he trusted you, and he vaguely remembered the guy from one of the your classes.

It didn’t stop the annoyance as he read through the screen the comments about a possible break up or another fail from his part. His heart clenched painfully on his chest when he suddenly was surprised by a hand on his shoulder.

Tony grabbed a half busted gauntlet he had been tweaking from his bedside table and whipped around, training the pulse cannon at the intruder. Once he saw the annoyed chocolate eyes, he sighed and slumped down, dropping the weapon.

“You think it’s funny? Scaring me like this?” he scoffed, glaring at Rhodey. “I have a heart condition, don’t make it worse”

“I’ve been calling you for a while now” he shrugged. Rhodey wasn’t wearing his normal suit for meetings, instead dressed down in soft grey joggers and a black hoodie. “I thought Y/N was spending the night in?”

“You have just missed her” Tony snorted and headed into his closet to put on some clothes. He wasn’t worried about Rhodey watching him; his friend had seen much worse. “She left before I went into the shower”

“You never let her leave alone” Rhodey clucked his tongue. “Trouble in paradise?”

Tony felt his stomach clench. He hadn’t thought until that moment that, maybe, you were upset about it. Maybe he had been a little bit rough; he was a hard man to love, he knew, and he had hoped to control himself for your sake.

“We didn’t fight” Tony argued weakly, pulling on an old shirt worn so thin it barely felt like wearing a shirt at all. “We just had a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding? About what?” Rhodey changed his weight from one feet from another, and crossed his arms.

“None of your business” Tony tugged an oil stained pair of sweats and balled up his towel, throwing it in his friends general direction.

“What, couldn’t get it up?” Rhodey sniggered. “I mean, really, at your age it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re old enough to be her father, she should understand.

Tony’s stomach fell farther at his friend’s remark. Usually, Rhodey joked about the age gap with him on multiple occasions, and it hadn’t bothered him before. The mechanic busied himself with stripping the sweat soaked sheets off of the bed, turning his back on Rhodey so he couldn’t see the hurt on his eyes.

“Oh god, really?” he gaped at Tony, and then laughed. “That’s it, you don’t have like, stock in a company that makes little blue pills?”

“What? I don’t have one of those, and you know it.”

“You’re a billionaire, I’m sure you can afford to buy it” Rhodey walked behind him as Tony rounded the bed. “Listen, at your age is completely normal that your-“

“Listen, it’s not cause I’m old” Tony snapped, facing Rhodey. “Well, I guess it sort of its”

Rhodey blinked at him and nodded, waiting for Tony to continue.

“It’s because she called me daddy” he sighed.

“And?”

“And nothing!” Tony twisted the sheets in his hands. “Y/N called me that and I freaked out, so she ran out of here”

“I gotta say, you’re kind of surprising me here. I thought you were some kind of millionaire playboy”

“Billionaire, playboy philanthropist” Tony corrected automatically. “What does that have to do with my problem?”

“You never did any roleplay?” Rhodey picked up a small glass seal that rested on the shelf and inspected it, as if he wasn’t talking about sex with his best friend. “The whole daddy thing isn’t even that odd”

“It’s not the same! I am old enough to be her dad!”

Through the years, Tony had seen every and each kid of kink. He had been asked to tie someone to bed until the ropes left bruises, had seen some weird toys, and had done it in the weirdest places. With you, he had felt the need to be extra careful, and many times had put your needs before his own; just showing you the worlds of pleasure was enough for him.

If it was true the ‘daddy kink’ was one of the thing that turned you on, he couldn’t help but feel even more turned on.

“It’s not like her calling you daddy changes any of that” Rhodey pointed out. “You want my impartial opinion? As if I hadn’t seen you having sex on the roof while I landed with the helicopter?”

“Not really”

“Talk to her” Rhodey waggled his phone at Tony. “I’ve seen the article, and I’m sure she’s upset. Go there and comfort her. And if she wants to go with whole daddy kink, well, just jump on the boat. You’ve done worse”

Rhodey exited the room between laughs just as Tony threw his knotted up sheets at him, missing by inches.

For once, Tony Stark put his pride and opened your chat.

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One talk later, thirty minutes of ride back to his place, and scattered clothes around the place, you could say Tony and you had worked out your differences.

“You want to be a good girl for daddy?”

You sucked in a harsh breath, and nodded eagerly. The hard mattress was starting to feel uncomfortable under your naked front, and you swore you were getting bruises just for how hard Tony was driving inside of you. But you couldn’t, or didn’t want, to stop him just yet, so you moaned instead of complaining.

With a pitiful cry, you half begged Tony to move a little bit faster; because even if his trust were powerful, he was pulling in and out really slow.

“Do you want me to move faster?” he breathed against your ear, and pressed his body against your back. “You know how sorry I am for earlier. Just ask me what you want, baby”

“Daddy” you bit your lip, and caught his brown lust-clouded eyes over your shoulder. “Please, daddy, move faster”

Beads of sweat were running down his forehead. His arms hurt from being up so much time, and his legs cracked awkwardly each time he made some weird movement. Complying, Tony moved his hips faster and accommodated his arm so that it was under your waist.

He tugged you upwards, and soon you were meeting each other in the middle. With one final cry, your walls clenched around him and he spilled himself inside you. His weight fell to your right, and you had to take a few seconds to catch your breath before even moving your face to look at him.

When you did, he was already doing so. His fingers had travelled to your hand, and were intertwining themselves little by little.

“I’m sorry about earlier” Tony whispered. “I just – well, I guess I freaked out. With the whole age thing”

“I don’t think daddy has anything to do with age” you chuckled and finished linking your hands. “I’m sorry if it bothered you, it wasn’t-“

“Hey, none of that” Tony frowned. “Now that we’ve done it, I wish you had told me sooner. This is… amazing. Best sex I’ve ever had”

You laughed, and Tony’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much. When he was with you, he felt as young as ever. He was happy, without worries, and felt as if he had the world between his arms. While you talked about everything and anything, he couldn’t help but to admire you.

The little dimple on your cheek. That wild strand of hair that framed your face. The excited eyes that brightened up his life. The way your voice rose when you talked about something funny. He didn’t have to look down to your naked body to know he was in love with you.

“I like the way our hands fit perfectly” Tony blurted out, interrupting you mid-sentence. “I like the way we fit together, actually. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere apart from here”

The look on your face at his words could have been frozen and stared at for all the years to come, according to him. Inching closer, you leaned into his side until your noses were touching, your breathes mixed and your sight was blurry with each other.

“I love you” you pecked his lips once. “and I” twice “don’t care” another time “about the age difference” one more “or about what some newspapers say”

“I know” he chuckled, and pulled you close for a full kiss. “And if I’m to say, I feel honoured to be your daddy”

“I think I love hearing you say it” you purred, and moved your hand up to his arm.

“And I think I love you more”

That night, Tony Stark felt anything but old.

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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Sweet Rebels - Pt. 4

A/N: Finished this and am kind of proud. I love Knox so much. He my bae but yeah part 4 is done <3

Everything was perfect. Words couldn't describe the perfect completion of yourself. The hold of his long arms, the movement of his chest and the sweet scent of his cologne on you. Looking up at his gorgeous brown eyes stuck on the ceiling, you got the opportunity to see those little details of his face features. The wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, the cheeks his usual grin is plastered on and beautifu arch of his upper lip.

"Enjoying the view?" he grinned, taking you closer and nuzzling closer.

"Are you always this cocky?" you rolled your eyes.

"You haven't seen nothing yet." he climbed on top of you and placed a soft and slow kiss on your lips. His hands went under the covers and he deppened the following kisses, slowly moving down to your neck.

"N-uh." you smiled and pushed him off. "You have to go." you stood up and put shirt on.

He groaned and burried his head in the pillow. "Why?!?" he grumbled in the sheets and looked back up, seeing you fiddling with his tie. You put it around your neck and walked to the mirror.

He smiled as he saw his white shirt so wonderfully hugging your body and your bare legs exposing the stunning colour of your skin.

"You know..." you said as you kept looking in the mirror, playing with his tie around your neck. "... This tie isn't as ugly as I thought it was." you turned around, seeing him grin. "But then again, nothing looks ugly on me." you winked and walked back to him.

He laughed as you approached him slowly, and as the tie hung close to his chest, he twisted it around his knuckles and pulled you down to him. "Who's the cocky one now?"

---

When Charlie came to his room, he expected Cameron to attack him with questions but unfortunately, Cameron wasn't in his room and so he went to Knox's, Meeks' and lastly to Neil's room.

Nobody. Not one.

Was everybody at breakfast?

No. They couldn't be. It's only six.

"Oh, look who decided to show up?" Neil's voice echoed at the door.

"Where the hell are all of you?"

"Study hall. Studying." Neil smiled,grabbing his math book. "Forgot my book."

So, when Charlie did come down to the study hall, completely stuck in his own head that was when the questions struck.

"How was it, Dalton?" Cameron whispered, grinning as the others exchanged looks.

Charlie looked up, placing his usual grin on and biting his lower lip in the process.

"Come on, Dalton. Spill!" Pitts insisted.

"I shouldn't be telling you this but..." he wiggled his eyebrows. "Poetry has nothing on women." he kept spilling. "Her breasts were like and she did this thing..."

And as Charlie continued to talk about your intimate night, spilling out all the details of every inch of your body, Knox stood at the doorway hiding and listening.

And he felt... He felt embarrased. He felt embarrassed for you because you were this amazing girl, his trusting friend and Charlie was talking about you like you were nothing more than an object.

That was why he snuck to the phone booth before bed-time and spun your number.

You sounded as he expected. Cheery.

"Hello?"

"Hey, (y/n). It's me, Knox." he said quietly.

"The Knox Overstreet. The I love pancakes woth lemon juice Knox Overstreet?" you teased and he laughed.

"Yeah. That's me." he smiled than at the thought of what he has to say, frowned upon him.

He has to tell you. It's the right thing to do.

Is it? Is it worth to betray his best friend?

But you're there too. You don't deserve this.

"Knox? Are you still there?"

"Uh- yeah." he stuttered and at this point, you just knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't be telling you this, (y/n) but-" he stopped, contemplating. "I-well-"

"Just tell me."

And he did. He said it all. Every little detail he heard Charlie say was true and if it wasn't for the phone separating you and Knox, he would probably hug you. Because now you were on the ground with tears in your eyes and your dignity stripped.

Knox knew you were hurt. He could feel your smile gone, your usual cheer erased. "I'm sorry, (y/n)." he sighed in the phone and you felt a sob escape your mouth.

"Uhm-" you cleared your throat, sniffing in. "No, don't be. Thank you for telling me. I won't tell him you told me."

"I don't care about that. Are you okay?"

"Thanks Knox. Gotta go."

"(y/n)-" he said but there was nothing but a beeping sound on the phone line. He put the phone down and went up stairs but little did he know that another meeting would be held this night.

---

And Knox wasn't enjoying it. Not even the slightest bit. Because he watched Charlie boasting and beaming in the cave meanwhile you were home, crying. And it was unfair. Knox being with Charlie instead of you.

And he just. Snapped.

"Why did you do it?" he asked loudly so that the question echoed in the cave.

Charlie looked at his friend and noticed that the question was directed to him. "Why did I do what?"

"She's my friend, Dalton! How can you keep saying those things about her?!" he was now standing up.

"Excuse me." Charlie kept grinning, standing his ground.

"If I knew that all you were gonna do to her was use her and then strip her of her dignity, I would have never introduced her to you."

"You wanted to know. So now you know."

"Yeah. And so does she."

Charlie's grin wiped itself faster than a light second. "Wh-What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I told her what you said to us and how you said it- and how could you?!"

Charlie was now close to Knox by an inch. "You told her?"

"Yes. She deserves to know what an utter prick you are!" and the first punch was thrown. Charlie lashed himself on Knox and Knox fought back strongly until Neil, Pitts and Meeks tore them apart.

"YOU HAD NO RIGHT INTERFERRING WITH MY BUSSINESS WITH HER!" Charlie roared at Knox. "SHE'S MY GIRL!"

"If she was your girl you wouldn't have treated her the way you did!"

"FUCK YOU!" shouted Charlie and stormed out the cave, racing to the city, racing to you.

Yet, his body wasn't the only thing that was racing, so was his mind.

He-why would Knox tell you?! He didn't-He couldn't have known-He's - God why is he such an idiot!

He was already at the foot of your window and he could see that it was slightly opened.

He can't use the front door. He can't even climb up. It's all but bricks. He can't throw a rock. He can't do anything.

Except wait.

And wait was exactly what he did.

He waited all night, in the freezing cold until a sound of Keating's voice woke him up. "I'll be back as soon as I can! Make yourself some tea! And try putting a hot water bottle on it!" he shouted until he closed the door and left.

Charlie, frozen to death, knocked on the door, ringed it times and times again until your voice rang. "Forgot your keys again!" you shouted, thinking it was your uncle but instead of green eyes, brown were looking back. They were wide and scared but you just didn’t care about that anymore. "Screw you!" you snarled, smacking the door at his face.

"(y/n)!" he put his foot inbetween so the door wouldn't shut. "Just listen to me." his voice shook violently. "I-I'm-" and there was darkness.

---

"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up." he heard as he gained back his coinscience. He opened his eyes slowly until the vision got clearer and he could see the girl in front of him, tearing up.

"(y/n)." he spoke weakley.

"Oh my God." you dropped the phone back and ran to him. "How are you? Are you okay? Please, don't do this to me again!"

"Drama is my middle name." he tried to joke and for a moment you almost smiled. For a moment you almost forgot because there was this gorgesou charm in his eyes and his wonderful smile that just made you want forget everything Knox has told you. But you couldn’t. You then shook your head and climbed on top of the covers and blankets you wrapped him in.

"Your body temperature is really low, so I have to raise it up. I put a water bottle to your back, for your kidneys need to stay warm and body heat can help as well, so I am only doing this to save your dumbass life." you said with a raspy voice and wrapped yourself around him.

He looked down on you, seeing only a big bush of hair, smelling like coconut. He smiled.

"(y/n), I-"

"Don't." you cut him off. "I don't want to hear it."

"Whatever Knox said, he-"

"-lied?" you looked up at him with glistened eyes.

"No. He said the truth, he protected your name... And I... He's right. I don't deserve you, I just- I just don't know what gets into me. I just want to..." he stopped, sighing as you kept your focus on him. "I just came to appologise. I shouldn't have said those things."

"Well, you did."

"I swear-"

"You swear nothing, Charlie Dalton!" you moved away and stood up, looking anywhere else but at him. "I actually let you into my home! Into my bed! I lied to my uncle who I HAD THE PRIVILAGE TO LIVE WITH! And I risked it all with you!!" you were shouting and screaming at the boy, wrapped in layers of blankets. "Never going to make this mistake again." you huffed and took a few steps back. "I called Knox to tell him to come and get you. He said he wouldn't but Neil would. Here's for the taxi." you put the green on the table and sat on the furthest seat possible.

---

You stood on your doormat, looking him in the eyes.

He stood as well, looking at you, feeling inside that he didn't want that. Deep inside he knew but told himself it was over. He did what he planned to but there was something about you that changed everything.

No. - He shook his head. You're done. He's done. It's over.

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the-reverse-mermaid · 5 years

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Feel Again: a whump fic

Hey buddies! I’m working on my WIPs currently and i am so grateful for ur patience but i’ve also had this thing sitting in my docs for several months and I wanted to share it at last, but just a clip because..well...in whole, it’s kinda darker than my usual stuff so the whole thing may or may not be posted in the future. This is a gift for the wondrous @parkrstark who had a birthday recently and who is a beautiful person and talented writer <3 Enjoy, my love~

FIC INFO: around 5k words, IronDad and SpiderSon, hurt/comfort, warnings for nightmares, panic/anxiety attacks, past dehumanization; also it’s implied that Tony is Peter’s guardian bc May died...sry, i was too coward to write her ^^;

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It’s been seven days, ten hours and fifteen minutes.

Peter watches, blank-faced and empty-eyed, as bowl and spoon are placed in his hands. It makes Tony feel like he’s dealing with a robot, but even his robots are more lively than this. Taking Peter’s spoon, the man presses the Cheerios under the milk so that every piece of cereal will be soggy, just the way Peter likes. In times past Tony had made fun of him for the preference, and Peter had ardently defended it as the only right way to eat cereal.

Now the memory of Old Peter echoes in the back of his mind like a glimpse of an alternate reality.

“Think you can finish all of that, buddy?” Tony asks, leaning down so he’s in Peter’s line of sight. Dulled brown eyes trail up to him, then back to the bowl and he nods, picking up the spoon. Tony breathes a sigh of relief as the kid starts to eat, chewing slowly.

He checks his phone and feels a nervous thrill at the notification there: I’m about to come down. Still want to do this? He glances at Peter before typing and sending a quick, Yes, ty.

“Hey, bud, remember that time you, me and Pep spent Saturday morning watching dumb cartoons and eating breakfast food til noon?” he begins, picking at his own cereal to seem casual about it. “I thought we could do that today, since she’s got no meetings til this afternoon. Whaddaya say?”

Peter pauses. He lifts one shoulder indifferently, but Tony can see anxiety hidden in the movement. Apathy and fear; whatever happened in the last four months stripped Peter-- lively, expressive Peter-- of all but these two emotions. They might as well have stolen Tony’s entire fortune; that loss would’ve hurt less.

Before Tony can think how to reassure him or possibly backtrack, there are footsteps in the hall and Pepper is rounding the corner with a bright smile on her face.

“Hey, guys!” she greets, pausing in the entrance of the kitchen to look them over. She’s comfortably dressed in pajama bottoms and her ‘I lost an electron’ shirt that she and Peter both own, her hair down and feet socked. It’s 10 times less intimidating than her usual business suits and high heels but still Peter squirms closer to Tony’s side and eyes her warily, choosing to look at her feet rather than her face. Pepper wilts a bit at the reception.

“Morning, hon,” Tony calls. He pushes a pleading ‘we can do this, just act normal’ into his gaze, and Pepper, bless her, seems to get the message. “We’ve got cereal over here, help yourself.”

Pepper grabs a bowl off the counter and crosses the room, her movements deliberate and nonthreatening. There’s no change from Peter, whose own bowl is sitting in his lap like something hardly worth his interest.

“Hmm,” she hums. “Cheerios are good, but mind if I add to the spread? I think we’ve got some frozen quiches around here somewhere, that sounds good to me.”

Tony smiles. “Go for it.” As soon as she walks away he nudges Peter and says quietly, “You’re okay, Pete. Nothing to be stressed about, yeah? Pep is just like me: she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

For what it’s worth, the kid does relax minutely. In the interim of Pepper opening packages and using the microwave, Tony picks up the remote and turns on the TV, browsing around for something safe and feel-good before settling on Nickelodeon, which is showing some animated movie. Peter’s eyes flick up to the screen.

“Alright, I got mini-quiches and even some blueberry muffins, ” Pepper announces upon her return, both hands holding trays of said items. “Totally gourmet... And by gourmet, I mean Costco brand.”

“The best,” Tony agrees, snatching one of each as soon as she sets them down. “Which would you rather have, bud?” He turns to Peter, who is done with his cereal and is now looking at the new food. At Tony’s invitation he hesitates but points at a muffin and Tony tries not to get too excited about it as he hands one over and watches the kid begin nibbling the top. So far things seem to be going well.

Now he’s just gotta go through with the next step.

Around ten minutes in, the movie cuts to a commercial break. Tony shifts in preparation to stand up and Peter immediately follows suit, not even questioning, but carefully Tony takes the boy’s hands and holds them at arm’s length. Peter looks at him questioningly, a rare moment of eye contact.

“I’m just gonna take a bathroom break, okay, bud?” he explains. “You stay here with Pep.” He tucks Peter’s hands to his lap and stands.

Peter keens and sits up straighter, wide eyes kindling anew with anxiety. Tony feels like the worst human being on the planet, but he knows he needs to do this. He needs to help Peter do this.

“It’s just a few minutes apart,” he promises. “I’ll go straight there and back.”

“And I’ll be here with you the whole time,” Pepper chimes in. She scoots closer from the other side of the couch and puts a soothing hand on Peter’s back, easing him back into the cushions as Tony leaves the room. The man tries not to look back as he hears her quieting and comforting the boy’s whimpers. Pepper is a better people person than Tony will ever be and he knows she’ll take good care of him, but Tony’s fingers still itch with the urge to turn right back around.

As soon as he gets to the bathroom, Tony pulls up a feed of the living room on his phone via FRIDAY’s cams to watch the room he just left. On the couch, Peter is decidedly not coping as well with Pepper as he does Tony, but he isn’t having a meltdown; in fact, he’s allowing her to sit close and keep an arm wrapped around his shoulders, though his forehead remains creased in apprehension. The poor kid looks like he’s fighting with himself to be patient; his gaze is torn between watching the TV and checking the doorway for Tony’s return.

Biting his lip, Tony puts his screen away and sighs. He paces the small space, checking his watch impatiently until at last five minutes have passed.

On his way back he hears it.

The yelling.

“Peter? Peter, honey, you’re okay! Please calm down, you’re home, you’re safe-” Pepper.

His walk turns into a sprint as he rounds the corner, heart in his throat, and takes in the worrying scene before him.

Peter is curled up in a fetal position on the couch, Pepper kneeling in front of him with helplessness on her face as she tries to get his attention. Peter’s hands are pressed over his ears, his eyes clenched shut, his whole body shuddering as he rocks and cries inconsolably.

“What happened?” Tony demands.

Pepper hurries backwards so Tony can take her spot. “I don’t know what- what agitated him,” she says in a rush. There are tears in her eyes. “He just suddenly started panicking and hyperventilating and- and he won’t let me touch him, he screams if I try-”

“Don’t scream!” Peter says suddenly. Both adults’ attention snaps to him. His eyes have opened but they’re unseeing as he croaks, “Don’t scream, they- they’ll hear! Be good, be good, be good, I- I’m good- please, I’m--”

“Peter, hey,” Tony tries, carefully putting his hand on Peter’s shoulder.

At the touch, Peter flinches, his head smacking against the couch. His whispering gets more frantic. “I’ll be better! I will! I-”

“Peter, please, stop!” The man takes Peter’s face between his hands. “You’re safe. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. Can you hear me, buddy? It’s your- it’s Tony.”

Peter goes still.

“Tony,” he repeats. His face crumples slowly, lip trembling. “I miss Tony...”

The man of iron feels his heart splinter. I miss you, too, Pete. Come back to me.

“You’ve got him,” he says. “Tony’s here now. He’s got you. He’s gonna keep you safe.”

In the stillness that follows, all is quiet save the sound of Peter’s rapid breathing, but even that is slowing and evening out. His blinks several times as the storm clouds in his eyes dissipate, light returning gradually as the seconds pass. Tony’s thumb strokes away a tear still rolling down the boy’s cheek, and at last Peter focuses and looks at rather than through him.

They stare at one another for a long moment. The teen swallows and opens his mouth with a shaky inhale, a fresh sheen of tears filling his eyes.

“S-sorry… my bad,” he rasps.

Tony’s brain short-circuits for a moment, and all he can think is how unbelievable it is that the most of Peter he’s seen in so long could come as the result of such an episode. He doesn’t know whether it makes him want to laugh or cry.

He pulls himself onto the couch and gathers his kid into his arms, one hand bracing Peter’s back, the other nestling in his still-overgrown curls. Peter responds by clinging around his middle and pressing his ear to Tony’s chest, no doubt timing his breaths by the heartbeats there.

It’s only after Pepper leaves to find them a blanket that Tony sees the TV screen and the image it’s paused on. It’s an infomercial… an infomercial for obedience training. The closed captioning advertises “Don Sullivan’s Secrets To Training The Perfect Dog: order the DVD set now and get a complimentary Command Collar”.

Tony had never had strong feelings about infomercials in general but at that moment he wants nothing more than to buy every single TV station and destroy them all. Screw Don Sullivan.

He’s surprised when Peter suddenly huffs a humorless sound. “I’m pretty broken, aren’t I,” he states quietly, voice wrecked.

Tony pushes his fingers through the scruff on the back of Peter’s neck, wishing so hard that he could turn back time. “No,” he refutes. “No, you’re not.”

Peter is quiet for a long time, so long that Tony wonders if he’s given in to the pull of post-panic-attack exhaustion and fallen asleep. But in a tired voice weighted by more sadness than any man, woman or child should ever know comes a tiny reply:

“Yes, I am.”

...

Peter has scars. A lot of them.

It’s been fifteen days since and he’s barely improved, still clinging and hesitant to speak or make eye contact with anyone other than Tony. He lets himself talk in small bursts but it’s nothing like he used to be; he can also manage up to fifteen minutes alone without having a panic attack if Tony has to shower or use the restroom. He does the same so long as Tony waits for him outside the door (within range of hearing his heartbeat).

After the disastrous separation experiment, Tony isn’t eager to push much more than that.

(Peter has scars.)

Some are thicker than others, especially on his wrists and his back; the white lines criss crossing over his form tell tale of screams long since silenced. Just seeing the marks makes Tony’s knees weak with a concoction of feelings he can’t describe-- prominently there’s horror, because he remembers how every injury was discovered and treated on that first night back and it was like Tony himself was taking a beating… and then there’s regret-guilt-anger-helplessness, because the cuts are healed now-- Peter’s healing capabilities took over soon after he got the proper nutrition and medical attention-- but poison memories are sealed inside.

If he hugs the kid a little longer than necessary after watching him get his boot cast removed and seeing the scar tissue that mars him there too, Peter doesn’t seem to mind. The kid leans into his touch more now than he ever did before.

“Alright, little shadow,” Tony says brightly as he pulls away, using the nickname that had never been more appropriate in their relationship; having a kid clinging closer than a literal shadow at all times did that to you. He glances one more time at the newly-healed foot and gets an idea. “What do you say we celebrate this cast coming off? Wanna take a walk around the compound, get some fresh air?”

Peter looks up at him through his ragged, unstyled hair, doe eyes wide but empty. Tony smooths his bangs back and the kid blinks once as if to focus. Tony can see him trying to be there, trying to care. Trying and trying and trying.

“...’kay,” he whispers, fragile. He lets Tony take his hands and help him stand.

Once he’s got them bundled up in jackets to withstand cold winds that roll off the water, Tony hiding a wrist gauntlet on the hand in his pocket (because yes, he’s that paranoid), the two of them (as one figure) step outside for the first time in-- in a while. Definitely a while.

A cool breeze follows them on their walk and Tony allows a deep breath of actual fresh air to clean out his lungs and settle in his veins. It’s not very often he gets to enjoy the benefits of living outside the city.

They end up walking along a trail that follows the Hudson and Tony decides that this actually was a good idea: the nature-y sights and sounds seem to help bring Peter to life. There’s a glimmer of contentedness in his face as he looks out over the trees and water and sky. He loosens his grip on Tony’s arm and settles for a gentle handhold. Tony looks at him sideways, feeling a swell of hope rise in his chest, right behind where his arc reactor used to be.

“It’s nice to get out, huh,” he says softly. The edges of Peter’s eyes crinkle in what might be the world’s tiniest beginning of a smile.

Other than occasionally checking that Peter’s leg isn’t hurting, Tony shuts his mouth and lets the white noise around them do its thing. He’s been talking too much lately anyway, trying to overcompensate.

They’ve been walking for almost an hour and stopped to admire a small waterfall when Peter suddenly bristles and presses himself close to Tony’s side. In paranoia, the man pulls his gauntlet hand out of his pocket and is all but ready to activate it, when all that comes around the path toward them is a wobbling toddler in a puffy coat.

They stare at him. He stares back, a gap-tooth grin on his face. “‘Ah-dy!” he says in greeting.

No, nope, I’ve definitely got my hands full being just ONE kid’s Daddy, Tony thinks worriedly, when behind the toddler appears a man who moves to scoop the boy up in his arms. The man holds the boy, who’s probably about 18-24 months old, by his feet and the kid shrieks in delight, wiggling around upside-down.

“Leaving me behind, guys?” a woman’s voice calls before a third person appears, putting her arm on her husband’s shoulder and glancing curiously at Tony and Peter. Peter hides himself behind Tony, eyes on the dirt, and Tony manages to cast them a weak smile to be polite whilst squeezing his kid’s arm reassuringly.

The man sets their kid down and he immediately spins around, looking at the waterfall. “Wa-er!” As he tottles away, Tony catches sight of the symbol on the back of his coat and does a double-take.

“Nice jacket,” he says without thinking.

He glances down at Peter. The kid has noticed too-- his eyes are locked on the symbol, expression unreadable.

The man turns around from where he and his wife are watching their toddler. He follows their gaze and laughs. It’s a tiny Spider-Man themed coat.

“Thanks! Spidey’s our family’s favorite. He saved Shannon’s life when she was pregnant with this dude,” he says, indicating his family members respectively. “The guy may not be around lately, or moved, or- whatever, there’s lot’s of theories- but... he isn’t forgotten, not for us.”

“-ah-DEE!” the little guy calls from where he and the woman have wandered, and this time he seems to be referring to his actual daddy so the man gives them an awkward little wave before walking off to catch up.

The strangers gone, Peter sags into Tony’s side. His face is still unreadable. Tony can’t think of anything to do other than wordlessly steer them down the path toward home, wondering at the heavy thought bubbles building over his kid’s head.

…

Sixteen-and-a-half days.

A strangled-sounding scream cuts through the dark and into Tony’s heart like a knife.

Tony’s startled but he isn’t surprised; startled because of the rude awakening from being asleep at the kid’s side, and the ever-terrifying possibility that something might be wrong, but not surprised in the conventional way because he’s aware that this has happened every night since the kid came off the heavy meds.

Peter is whimpering strings of ‘please’ and ‘no’, and Tony turns on the bedside lamp to see him huddled in a ball, eyes closed and budding with tears, one fist stuffed in his mouth to stifle the noise. He winces when Tony puts a hand on the side of his head.

“Peter,” Tony whispers, so tired. “Peter, bud, you’re okay. It’s just a bad dream. Open those eyes for me?”

Peter whines, but his eyes do crack open to anguished slits. He’s shaking beneath Tony’s palm, and biting down so hard on his hand that the man sees a trail of blood running down his knuckles. Tony’s other hand gently pries the fist out away from his mouth. Peter lets him.

“Hey bud,” the man greets softly, catching the kid’s gaze. Peter stills as his surrogate father rubs a thumb along his temple soothingly.

Tony smiles sadly. “What did I tell those nightmares last night, huh? My kid is off-limits; only good dreams allowed. Iron Man decrees it.”

Peter stares at him, breathing erratic as his awareness returns. He inhales sharply, an attempt to calm down, but his breath catches on a sob on the exhale. He covers his face with both hands and dissolves into fresh cries, leaning into Tony as the man takes the back of his head and pulls him close.

“Shhh,” Tony murmurs, fingers carding through the curls at Peter’s nape. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. Go ahead and cry, I’m here.”

It takes some time for Peter to cry himself out. Tony doesn’t stop whispering reassurances the whole time. He can tell by the pace of the breaths beneath him that Peter’s still awake.

“You can tell me anything, Pete,” he offers gently, as he has every night. “I’m here for you.”

Peter has yet to tell Tony about what happened to him, or about the nightmares that haunt him so badly. As he comforts, Tony traces his thumb across the hollow under Peter’s eye, wiping away wetness there and remembering how the straps of a muzzle had traced the same spot in a perverse fashion not so long ago, before Iron Man had removed and destroyed the thing in disgust.

Some scars can’t be bandaged as easily as others, but for the first time in all such nights, Peter does respond.

“Mr. Stark,” he says so softly that Tony holds his breath so as to not miss anything, “Mr. Stark, I- I don’t- I just don’t understand.”

It’s in these moments, somehow, that Peter is most himself. The storms drag Peter out of his hiding place. “What don’t you understand,” the man prompts. He pulls back to see the teen’s face. His young brow is furrowed in- confusion? concentration?

Peter chews his lip for a moment before going on. “It’s like, when I was there… all I could- all I dreamed about was home. But now I’m here and I, I can’t- I’m st-still there, you know?” He meets Tony’s eyes. “What if I can’t ever really come home?” he concludes hopelessly.

Tony does unfortunately, painfully know what he’s asking about, because he has a similar trauma and it’s called Afghanistan.

“You just need time, buddy,” he says. “I know what you mean, trust me, I do. It just gets better with time.”

“Is it worth it?” Peter presses suddenly. “Am I-” His eyes trail sideways to the sheets and he swallows. “Am I even worth it?”

Tony’s jaw hardens. “That’s not even a question.”

“I-I did bad things… And, and I’m not the same.”

“You didn’t have a choice, kid. And being different? That’s not as bad as you think.”

“I’m ruining your life.”

“Peter, you are not-”

“I’m inhuman and I’m a waste of space.”

It’s the way he says it, like it’s a known fact, something he’s been drilled with and long since accepted, that really gets under Tony’s skin. He’s been pretty good at holding himself together so far, all things considered, but can’t help that he feels his own eyes stinging with tears at the sound of his kid reiterating the garbage he’s been brainwashed with.

He sits up so suddenly that Peter startles.

“I’m not really tired anymore,” he says briskly, throwing the covers off himself and trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes.

Peter pushes himself up too, eyes wide and concerned. “Mr. Stark?”

“I’m feeling like a trip to the lab, maybe a snack on the way. How ‘bout you, kid? Wanna join your old man for some late night wandering?”

Peter presses his lips together in confusion, but he nods. Tony pushes the covers back more so that the kid can get his feet on the ground before stepping out himself, the both of them slipping into their usual bracing of one another.

Apparently speaking, and now getting up, is too much deviation from the routine for Peter because in his eyes he’s slipping back into himself, expression closing off. Tony hopes he doesn’t feel embarrassed; Before-Peter would’ve been, but Now-Peter is hard to read.

FRIDAY turns on lights as they pad down the hall, already long since attuned to Tony’s nocturnal habits. A quick stop at the kitchen supplies them with a bowl of Chex mix, and then the lab doors are whooshing open and Tony’s realizing he doesn’t actually feel like tinkering. He just needed a reprieve to collect his thoughts but now he’s got Peter out of bed for no reason and it’s not healthy, he’s gonna ruin his kid, he’s a terrible guardian-

He shakes his head. One thing at a time.

“Come sit with me,” he says unnecessarily, leading a compliant Peter to the couch and settling him down with the bowl of Chex in his lap. Neither of them move to eat any of it. Tony takes a seat beside him and drums his fingers on the knee of his worn sweatpants for a long moment, looking around for something to do now that he’s brought them here.

His eyes fall on a forgotten Target bag sitting stuffed in one corner and the metaphorical light bulb goes on.

As quickly as he sat, Tony’s back on his feet. Peter’s gaze follows him as he crosses to a nearby screen, booting it on and then retrieving the items he needs from the shopping bag. He shields his activities from Peter and whispers instructions to FRIDAY before finally whirling around to look at his kid with a crazy grin. It probably seems like he’s gone crazy at this point.

“Buddy, I have one question for ya,” he states, hands raising and pausing for dramatic effect. “Have you ever played… Just Dance?”

Peter stares at him the way one might stare at a fascinating tornado. He slowly shakes his head.

Tony laughs nervously. “Uhh... me neither. But listen, after you moved in, I kind of-” ...panicked... “-sent Happy to the store to find things you might like to have around the house? Like video games? I don’t know what kids like. Happy doesn’t either. He must’ve checked the internet or something because he came home with this, and kid, can you imagine Harold Hogan in the store buying a dancing game? Now that’s an image I treasure. On behalf of his efforts, I think we should give it a go, right here, right now.”

By the time the rambling stops, Dum-E, U and Butterfingers have made their way to this corner of the lab like curious cats trying to interpret their boss’ strange behavior. Noticing their presence, Tony throws his arm out to point at Dum-E. The other two bots startle comically.

“You,” Tony declares. “You can hold a wii remote, right? You and me. Let’s dance. Pete, you’re on the tambourine. I don’t actually have a tambourine. Just keep time by knocking, like this.”

The man leans forward and raps his knuckles twice against the side of the chex mix bowl. It’s not like it’s loud, or even necessary, but it’s something to get the kid involved. Peter looks a little lost, but not in the dissociative way- more like he’s trying to figure out if he’s actually awake or if this is a weird dream he’s having. Still, Tony’s on a roll and he feels dangerously confident. Not quite confident enough to ask Peter to dance, but enough to make a fool of himself in the hopes of bringing comic relief to one of their awful nights.

Within a few minutes, FRIDAY has configured the game on Tony’s screen and the main menu music is playing through the speakers. One newly-unwrapped wii-remote is clutched in Dum-E’s claw, safety strap secured, and Tony’s using the other to flip through the menu and create player profiles.

“Okay, so…” he mutters, finally arriving at the song selection screen. “What do we have here... Gotta make sure we choose an easy one. Not for me, of course; I’m worried about dum-dum over there.”

His eye catches on a song title, and he pauses to let the sample play. At first it was just because the song is marked “Beginner Level”, but he recognizes the clip as a tune he’d once caught Peter humming as he worked on some homework. Being the privacy-respecting parental figure he is, Tony had proceeded to tease him relentlessly because One Direction? Wow, Pete, gotta say I didn’t peg you as a pre-teen girl from 2012.

Still, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Peter perk just slightly, the little dork-- and it’s enough that Tony’s pressing the ‘play’ button without further mental argument.

The screen changes to four dancers, two of which are labeled for his and Dum-E’s remotes. As the opening measures of guitar riff begin, Tony mimics the pose of the avatar on screen and peeks over his shoulder.

“I need my tambourine player,” he reminds, and though Peter’s face is twisted in an expression of intrigue, he quickly readies his knuckle against the side of the Chex bowl and starts tapping it in time with the music.

And Tony dances.

“You’re insecure… Don’t know what for. You’re turnin’ heads as you walk through the do-o-or.”

“How the crap?” Tony mutters, watching Dum-E hit every move perfectly whilst his own avatar misses several points. “How-“

“Don’t need make-up… to cover up. Bein’ the way that you are in en-uh-uh-ough.”

The graphics go crazy for the beginning of the chorus and Tony cringes, though that changes when behind him he hears a small laugh that makes his heart stutter. He doesn’t look just yet, just tries harder to wave his remote hand in time with the song with exaggerated movements.

“Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed-“

This is definitely written for preteen girls, he sighs internally. Still... it’s undeniably catchy. To add to the show, he starts mumble-singing out the words aloud as they scroll on-screen:

“The way you smile at the ground, it ain’t hard to tell, you don’t kno-o-ow, you don’t know you’re beautiful-”

That’s when the ‘tambourine’ beats stop. When Tony looks behind him he sees the kid shaking with silent laughter, an open-mouthed smile on his face.

He meets Tony’s eyes and for once there’s no weight of the world there. He’s just-- Peter.

It’s a sight too beautiful to describe.

“Oooh, keep trying!” the game prompts when Tony forgets to keep up. Their eyes flicker to the screen and Tony huffs.

“I’m not cut out for this follow-along stuff,” he says airily, giving up on it completely. “Tony Stark follows no one’s rules but his own.”

And with that, he slings his remote strap around U’s claw and breaks into his own freestyle moves, the ones he usually reserves for dancing in private, when he’s sleep-deprived and a little loopy. Be that as it may, Tony Stark knows he is a good dancer; he never imagined it would come in handy for a moment such as this, but heck, there’s not much he wouldn’t do if it got Peter doubling over in peels of giggles like he is right now.

When the song hits the chorus a second time, Tony grabs a screwdriver off the shelf, turning it upside-down as an impromptu microphone, and he sings the next words directly to his beaming kid:

“Peter, you light up my world like no-bo-dy else. The way that you- have- hair? Na-na-nanana-- The way you smile at the ground, it ain’t hard to tell, you don’t kno-o-ow--”

Peter goes still, a lingering smile on his face as he listens to Tony’s altered lyrics.

“-If only you saw what I can see, you'd understand why I LOVE you so PERFECTLY-- Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know, oh oh- You don't know you're beautiful! Oh, oh-oh, Pe-ter you’re so beau-ti-ful!”

Tony breathes out, surprisingly choked up. He repeats the message as emphatically as he can, for however many times the song repeats it, his movements getting more silly and more sloppy until the music finally ends, bots trilling excitedly in the background about Dum-E’s somehow-perfect score.

He lowers himself to the ground in front of Peter, panting from exertion. The hum of menu music plays behind them but the game is forgotten.

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” Tony breathes. “You are worth… everything. The whole world. You were, you are, and you always will be.”

Peter’s eyes shine like stars. He melts into Tony’s hold when the man leans forward.

…

Peter has scars, but Peter is not his scars.

#tag as starker and i hunt u down and replace your shampoo with hair remover #im joking but PLEASE DO NOT TAG AS A SHIP #the song is supposed to be cute and silly and dad-jokey #Irondad and Spiderson #tony stark and peter parker #irondad fanfiction #my writing

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 44 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 44

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings: Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

“You’re watching MTV and we have a new breaking story. Bassist Nikki Sixx and famed producer (Y/n) Bass have announced their engagement today. As well as Vince Neil and Movie executive Vanessa Rodriguez. It sounds like wedding bells for two of the members of Motley Crue.”

Tommy stared at the TV on the yacht that him and Pamela were hanging out on. Pamela looked over at him.

“Babe? What is it?” She asked, putting down the magazine she had been reading.

“Bastard did it again!” Tommy clenched his fist. “He asked her to marry him and didn’t talk to me.”

“Oh. This happened before?” Pamela asked.

“Back in the 80’s they’d only been dating a couple of months before they broke up because of his addictions.” Tommy clenched his fist. “She better not come crying to me when he breaks her heart, again.”

“So, are you going to object to the wedding?” She asked. “She looks happy with him.”

“Yeah, she used to look happy with him too… I might just not show up.” Tommy went to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

“Babe, you know she loves you and she wants you to be there.” Pamela told him. They didn’t know that (Y/n) was going to talk to her dad. It was hard for him to walk a lot and she wondered if Tommy could help walk her down the aisle.

Tommy shrugged and headed towards the top of the yacht to look out over the water.

**********

Nikki sighed as he stretched and pulled (Y/n) closer to him. His fingers traced over her skin caressing her body. A devilish smirked played on his lips as he dipped under the covers and made his way down between her legs. His tongue licking at her folds as his fingers caressed her lightly.

“Wha…” She moaned. She opened her eyes and looked down under the blankets. “Nikki…”

“Shhhh, I’m having breakfast,” he teased as he curled his fingers into her his mouth sucking on her clit.

“Mmmmm,” She bucked her hips. She was a little sore after their fun night. She was amazed that Nikki could get it up so many times and for so long, but she loved it so much. Nikki moaned into her skin as he felt her walls clenched around his fingers.

“Cum for me sweet girl,” he murmured as he moved his fingers faster into her.

“Nikki…” was all she said before she came around his fingers. “Oh shit!”

Moving up her body he kissed her deeply before pressing his cock into her. He moaned as he pushed in inch by inch. “Fuck,” he murmured.

“Didn’t have enough of me last night?” She breathed, loving the full feeling of him being inside her. “Fuck.”

“Never going to get enough of you,” he thrust into her long and slow as he kissed her deeply drinking in her moans. “You feel so good, I just want to do this all day.”

“Too bad you have work to do.” She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Don’t wanna,” he sucked on her neck as he began to pick up the pace, thrusting faster into her.

“Fuck.” She moaned, closing her eyes. “Stay in bed and fuck me all day?”

“Shit, Yes,” he said as he snaked his hand between then pressing on her clit. “Could do this all day.”

“Gotta eat sometime.” She was able to get them flipped over so he was on his back and she started to ride him.

“Fuck,” He moaned as he thrust his hip up into her as she rode him. His hands caressing her sides. “You look gorgeous, wish I had my camera.”

“Maybe later.” She winked. “Add it to your other special pictures you have.”

“Fuck yeah,” he smiled and let out a grunt. “I’m close sweet girl.”

“Come for me.” (Y/n) moaned, bouncing more. “I want to feel you.”

“F-f-fuck!” he moaned as he spilled into her. His fingers digging into her hips as he bucked into her.

“God Nikki, you feel so good.” She moaned.

Nikki reached down and pressed on her clit, “Cum for me sweet girl… cum.” It didn’t take her long before she came a second time all over him.

“Fuck.” She gasped.

He smiled when she collapsed on him and he kissed the top of her head. “I should get up and let Ziggy out.” He held her close not making a move to get up, “I just want to lay here all day.”

“I’ll go let him out.” she pecked his lips. “Good thing we have a privacy fence. We might have to make use of the pool today.” She winked at him before slowly getting up.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Nikki smacked her ass and smiled. “I’ll be down in a sec.” She wrapped her robe around her and let Ziggy out. They had been looking at getting another dog and she was thinking about going to go look today. That was if Nikki would let her out of bed.

Walking downstairs after his shower he was dressed for his day. He would be practicing for a bit before looking over trying to create his own label and maybe have (Y/n) as one of the execs. He watched her as she played with Ziggy and smiled. Grabbing his camera he began taking pictures just as the wind blew through her hair. He was brought out of his haze by a knock on the door. Walking over he opened in and frowned.

“Tommy,” he muttered.

“Hey Nikki.” Tommy said, looking sad. (Y/n) came to the door, smiling, until she saw Tommy. “(Y/n).” He said. “Good, you’re both here.”

“Tommy, what’s wrong?” She asked. She saw the beer bottle in his hand.

“I’m wondering that myself,” Nikki muttered while keeping (Y/n) behind him protectively.

“Why?” He asked softly. (Y/n) and Nikki looked at each other.

“Why, what?” Nikki looked at him.

“Why the hell did you two get engaged again?” The beer bottle fell from his hand, shattering on the sidewalk. “Fuck…” (Y/n) cringed a little.

“Because this time it’s going to stick. This time I made sure I was a better man. We’re together for a lot longer this time Tommy, and this time, I’m not going anywhere.” Nikki sighed. “Tommy you need help man.”

“No I don’t!” Tommy yelled. “I am doing just fine!” (Y/n) reached out and stabilized him.

“Tommy, when was the last time you ate?” She asked.

“Yesterday I think,” he mumbled.

“(Y/n),” Nikki breathed. “We should just take him home. He’s never going to be happy for us.”

“Let me go get dressed and I’ll take you back home.” (Y/n) whispered to her brother. “Do you need something to eat?” Nikki was amazed that after everything her brother had done to her, she could still be so kind to him. That’s another reason Nikki loved her so much.

“Yeah I guess,” Tommy mumbled as he looked Nikki and sighed. (Y/n) went up to put some clothes on. She pulled on one of Nikki’s Motley Crue wife beaters and a pair of leggings. She made it halfway down the stairs when she heard them talking.

“Tommy… why do you hate that I’m with (Y/n)? You’ve been doing this since the 80’s man.” Nikki sighed.

“Because she deserves better than someone like us.” Tommy grumbled. (Y/n) decided to intervene before things got worse.

“Come on Budweiser.” (Y/n) said, leading Tommy towards the car. She looked back at Nikki.

“(Y/n)...” Nikki gave her a worried look as Tommy sat in the passenger seat of her car. “You sure this is a good idea?”

“He tries anything, I’m punching him.” She told him. “Those self defense classes Nessa, Thena, and I took are coming in handy. And I’ll call you if something happens.” She got into the car and looked over at Tommy. “What happened to my brother?”

Tommy shrugged, “Don’t know… I’ve always been a screw up… not as smart as you.”

“Tommy…” She started up the car. “Who taught me how to twirl drumsticks without smacking myself in the face?”

“I did,” he mumbled.

“And who taught me how to punch the boys at school who kept lifting up my skirt?” (Y/n) started driving to a place they could eat.

“I didn’t protect you from Nikki,” he grumbled.

“You didn’t need to.” She told him. “I chose to go out with him. I can’t help I fell in love with him.” She looked over at him. “Just like you couldn’t help that you loved Heather or Pamela.” Tommy teared up and looked out the window.

“But look what he did to you (Y/n). Look what I let him do to you and… I know he changed but…” Tommy wasn't sure what he was saying anymore.

“What did you let him do to me?” She asked. “He never hit me. Yeah, the drugs made him emotionally distant, but he has changed.”

“No, but he made you take drugs, and he made you feel abandoned.” Tommy sighed.

“He didn’t make me take the drugs,” She told him. “I chose to do that on my own. And, as for the feeling abandoned part, I’m the one that moved completely across the country, not him.”

Tommy sat in silence just letting her words sink in, “I guess I just… I don’t know anymore… I know I got jealous you stole my best friend.”

“So, this is nothing about what Nikki did,” (Y/n) said. “It’s me.”

“Sorry,” Tommy said. “My baby sister stole my best friend. He stopped partying and I… I pushed him to keep it up.”

“Tommy, he never stopped being your best friend because he was seeing me.” She told him. “Let’s get you home, okay.” She wasn’t going to lie, her heart was hurting. The truth had finally come out. She was going to keep it together until she was home.

****

Nikki was in his private studio writing and laying down bass lines. His mind kept wondering if (Y/n) was ok. His mind replayed the time Tommy punched her meaning to punch him. Or everytime he would carry her and take her away. He wondered what happened to his best friend. Looking at the time he put away his bass and walked to the kitchen ready to cook for himself and (Y/n).

(Y/n) came into the house quietly and made her way towards the bathroom. She ran water in the tub and climbed in. Nikki had heard the door, but he didn’t see (Y/n) come in. He frowned and went to look for her.

“(Y/n)?” he called for her. He could hear music playing from the bathroom and soft crying. He started to get scared. “Sweet girl, can I come in?” he placed his hand on the knob.

“Yeah…” She whispered, pulling her knees to her chest.

Walking in, he knelt next to the tub and caressed her cheek, “What did he do?”

“He told me the truth.” She whispered. “That it wasn’t you he was mad at all these years, but me.” She rested her head on top of her knees.

“What?” Nikki looked at her confused. “How could he be mad at you? You did nothing wrong.”

“I stole his best friend away from him,” She told him. “All these years, and I thought he was mad that you were in love with his sister. But it turns out he was mad that I was in love with his best friend.”

Nikki sighed and kissed her head, “I’m not sure what to say to that. He’s being an idiot, and he could have come talk to me.” (Y/n) closed her eyes and started to cry.

“Everything that happened makes sense now.” She whispered.

“What are you talking about?” Nikki sat next to the tub and relaxed. “You know I can join you in here. We could just relax and talk about the wedding.” She offered him a small smile.

“Come on in.” She told him softly.

Nikki removed his clothes and gently moved her forward so he could go in behind her. He sighed and pulled her back to lay against him. “This feel nice. So what are we thinking. Spring? Summer?”

“Running to Vegas and eloping?” (Y/n) laughed a little. “I was thinking a spring wedding could be beautiful. Not too hot too, so I don’t have to hear anyone complaining about having to wear pants or a long dress.”

“That sounds good,” Nikki smiled. “Tell me your vision and we can start finding someone to help us out.” He was trying to distract her. If anything he was going to go talk to Tommy himself and hopefully Tommy would hear him out.

“Early evening outside. Little lights wrapped around the trees and candles.” She rested back against Nikki. “The most handsome man I’ve ever seen standing at the altar waiting for me.”

“Really? More handsome than me?” he teased.

“I mean, Ziggy is pretty cute.” She laughed. Nikki splashed her a little. “There’s no one I want more waiting for me at the end of the aisle than Nikki Fucking Sixx.” She laughed softly.

“Damn straight,” he muttered and kissed her shoulder. “We should get some new Tats.”

“Oh?” She asked. “I think I have something in mind.” She smiled and kissed him. “Dinner and some tats?”

"Now that is a plan, what should we get?" He let his hands massage her back while he cleaned her.

“What if I got something that said “sweet girl” and you got something that says “silly boy”?”

Nikki chuckled and held her close, “I like that. I think it defines us.”

“I love you Nikki.” (Y/n) said, staying close to her bassit. “You know, the offers still stands for Vegas.” She giggled a little.

“I don’t think your parents would appreciate that sweet girl,” he kissed the top of her head and sighed. He sighed, “I should really go and talk to Tommy myself,” he sighed.

“Let’s just leave him alone for now,” (Y/n) told Nikki.

“Yeah, I guess,” Nikki got up with (Y/n) and helped her out of the tub. “I’ll stop cooking whatever I was cooking and we can just eat out and get our new Tattoos.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” (Y/n) looked down.

“For what?” Nikki smiled. “We’re going to have fun. Besides, I can always cook tomorrow.” He helped her get dry and kissed her his fingers reaching between her legs. She gasped softly into the kiss.

“Nikki, I just dried off.” She moaned.

“And look at that,” he murmured, “you’re wet again.” He moved his hand and winked. “Lets go sweet girl, we have a long night ahead of us.”

“You’re gonna pay for that.” She warned him as she went to get ready for their evening. She knew the exact outfit to wear. It got him hard every time she wore it. She slid the shirt on with a pair of pants and made her way down the living room.

“Cheater,” Nikki muttered as he pulled her close to him. “You know exactly what that shirt does to me sweet girl.”

“Oh, I know.” She smirked. “So, are we going?” She wiggled away and walked towards the door.

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hiraethrph · 5 years

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Evil Dead: The Musical Starters

“We’re all jammed in the car and we’re going really far.”

“To make the week go quicker, we packed a ton of liquor.”

“He’s so cute and thin and that’s why I love him.”

“Fresh air makes me dizzy.”

“Oh look there goes a squirrel!”

“I came up to this cabin to read and sleep and bake.”

“Hope our headboard rattling don’t keep your prude ass awake.”

“This trip will be wacky fun.”

“Tonight I’ll make some snacks out of Hershey bars and Chex!”

“We’re gonna have fun cause it’s spring break.”

“I don’t like cellars. Let’s just close it up. It was probably just some animal.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of.”

“Jesus Christ, what a stupid bitch.”

“I thought what you said before was stupid, but now that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“How were we deemed worthy of this perfect love?”

“How did a housewares employee land the perfect girl?”

“How did the perfect girl land a housewares employee?”

“Who cares about blenders when you’re right there?”

“I had a major crush on you.”

“Join us.”

“Now, mother always said, that whenever you hear a strange, frightening, and potentially life threatening ghostly chant coming from the dark woods that there's only one thing you can do...not wake the others and go investigate it alone.”

“Is anybody out here?”

“Can’t you see?”

“It won’t let us leave.”

“You will die! Nightmare is before you.”

“One by one, we’re gonna kill you all.”

“Now I’ll ask you a question, not where or why or how, but who? Look who’s evil now!”

“I heard you suckers mocking me, and calling me a prude.”

“Let’s see if your still laughing when I rip out your fallopian tubes.”

“Just try and fuck with me.”

“Now I told you all earlier I would take you all out, one by one, and I’m not one to make false promises, so kids, let’s kick it!”

“My ankle! I can’t walk!”

“Take her to the bedroom and make sure she’s okay!”

“Who’s the stupid bitch now, {Name}? Who’s the stupid bitch now?!”

“Oh my God, like, look at me, and my evil demon bod.”

“I’m sexy! I’m cute! And so evil to boot.”

“Dude, grab the fucking gun! Shoot her! Shoot it.”

“I can’t shoot {Name}, she’s a friend of ours.”

“What the fuck was that?”

“Your sister has turned into a zombie.”

“Dude, these hoes been zombified!”

“I cannot stay here anymore! I’m getting out of here!”

“{Name}, don’t leave me all alone.”

“Why don’t you just accept your fate and join us, {Name}?”

“The coolest thing to do is join us.”

“Your life sucks, you know.”

“Can’t you see we’ll have a scream? Evil’s funner than it seems!”

“Being evil is divine, you’ll be dead but so refined.”

“All of you shut up!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Who’s laughing now, eh? Who’s laughing now?!”

“How do we even know if this guy’s reliable?”

“Who’s the world’s most reliable human being? Who’s the one folks call for help with everything?”

“I believe!”

“You need a guide to get you through them woods, and I know that trail and I knows it good.”

“Kill her if you can, lover boy!”

“Forgive me, {Name}. I guess I gotta do what I gotta do.”

“How can this be real?”

“{Name}. Death is a bitch... A stupid bitch.”

“You found me beautiful once.”

“I’m not a killer.”

“Uh, this isn’t as bad as it looks.”

“I’ll get you, {Name}. I’m like a literal Hulk Hogan, I’ll get you brother!”

“I’ll swallow your soul!”

“It’ll be like you were killed by some guy whose first name happens to be Dawn. And you’ll be dead by dawn.”

“I’m a threat to no one the other deadites make fun.”

“You suck!”

“But don’t you see, {Name}? We’ve been listening to you talk for the past two minutes. You’ve said a whole lot just now, just you.”

“Now you’ll have a bit part in hell.”

“I’m not some preppy boy toy monkey boy you can just push around, see?”

“How can you be so heartless? So bad?”

“Are all men from Michigan such loud mouth braggarts?”

“All the men in my life keep getting killed by Candarian demons.”

“All the men in your life keep getting killed by Candarian demons?”

“But before we could consummate, {Name} was killed.”

“They say love is cruel, and I believe them.”

“I know it seems bad now; It always does!”

“I think you’re exaggerating a touch, sugar bee.”

“Every date I go on ends in demon bloodshed!”

“And now that i’ve met you two guys I know you’ll soon be dead.”

“What the fuck?”

“You fucking stabbed me!”

“Do I look like a fucking zombie?”

“What can I do to prove I am sorry?”

“In the future, I’d appreciate it if you could not fucking stab me!”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Take this cloth and apply pressure to your wound.”

“I’m getting real sick of you trying to kill me.”

“You see this? This is my boomstick!”

“How the hell do demons own their very own special dance?”

“In hell we dance our own special way, let’s show ‘em how we dance while our bodies decay.”

“Deadites always like to get their freak on, and when we get together we do the Necronomicon.”

“Can we kill these suckers yet?”

“It’s time to fulfill my purpose.”

“In life we are born with a destiny.”

“Stop talking trash and kick some demon ass.”

“It’s time for you, {Name}, to die.”

“Time to hurt demon feelings.”

“You will die by the saw or the gun.”

“When I’m in despair I adjust my hair and make evil pay.”

“When danger calls you must have the balls of an ox or a bear or any large mammal.”

“You’re coming back to life? No. I killed you!”

“You must realize we will never die.”

“You can’t stop the dead.”

“And that, loyal S-Mart customers, is how I saved all of mankind.”

“So, do you screw-heads believe I can save you from Candarian demons now?”

“Well, we thought that you were fucking with us.”

“You saved me and my baby and these ginsu knives.”

“You’re the baddest motherfucker in this whole strip mall.”

“I bitch slap evil with my one good hand.”

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bestillmyslashyheart · 5 years

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Would you write the follow up to drunk Alex divulging his secrets to Liz and having to wake up/explain/talk to Michael about what he blurted out the night before? Since Liz told Michael most of what was said when she left him to take care of drunk Alex. 🤞🧡🧡

Following on to this fic

Alex was groaning before he even fully realized he was awake. The light streaming through his window was faint but it was still too much, the room too bright. And he swore he heard a bird chirping though it was far too cold for them.

“Fuck.”

He hadn’t been this hungover in years. Alex squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the blanket over his head to shut out the light as he tried to remember what had happened the night before.

Wait, no. It was only the afternoon. Fuck.

He’d been in the kitchen, he remembered that. A quick look down at his body showed him that he’d somehow stripped down to his boxers and a tshirt and removed the prosthetic when he’d gotten into bed though he definitely didn’t remember leaving the kitchen.

The last thing he remembered was Liz coming over and oh. He closed his eyes again, hoping to drown out the memory. He was a chatty drunk, he knew this about himself. It was why he usually did his heavy drinking alone - too risky to drink with company and risk spilling all his personal drama. Alex preferred to keep things close to the vest and he hated the idea that something could make him change that.

He took another glance at himself. There was no way Liz got him to bed and half naked. For one, he was too heavy for her to carry and he was likely to uncoordinated to walk himself. Two, she had no way of knowing how to get his prosthetic off. In fact, no one knew how to do it except for himself and Michael.

Alex groaned again as he realized what must have happened. In response, Alex heard footsteps in the hallway and tugged the sheet higher above his head. Maybe if he ignored him, Michael would leave.

He ignored his bladder urging him to get out of bed. He also ignored the fact that he probably would not be able to get himself to the bathroom as he was. He didn’t have his prosthetic and he had no idea where his crutches were. To make it worse, even lying down he could tell his balance was shot to hell.

Alex felt it when Michael came into the room. A quiet huff of laughter from the doorway confirmed it. Deciding to bite the bullet, Alex slowly pulled the sheet down until he could see. Squinting against the pale sunlight, Alex made out Michael’s form as he stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and bare feet kicking at the floor.

“Tell me I didn’t drunk dial you.”

Michael smiled and shook his head. “Liz called me.”

“Wonderful.” Alex would deal with the ramifications of Liz knowing Michael was someone to call later. Right now, he had more pressing issues. “So this is super awkward but I’ve gotta pee and-”

Before Alex even finished talking Michael was stepping more fully into the room. He grabbed both of Alex’s crutches from where they were leaning against the wall next to the bed and stopped next to Alex’s head and held them steady in his hands. Alex looked at them, thankful that Michael’s first instinct was to give him the means to get around by himself but-

“I don’t think I’m coordinated enough for that right now,” he admitted quietly.

Michael just shrugged. “I’ll keep you steady.” Like it was that simple.

Alex eyed him but slowly started to sit up. As he got more vertical, the room started to spin and he had to pause.

“You good?” Michael asked, though he didn’t move to help. Alex gave him a thumbs up, too afraid to nod. When the room settled he started moving again - slow, careful movements until he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs slung over the sides.

“Ok, how are we doing this?” He asked as he Michael handed him the crutches.

“You get up and walk to the bathroom,” Michael told him. “I keep you steady if you need it.”

Alex looked up at him and nodded. Anyone else and he would probably find a way to hobble or crawl there on his own but this was Michael. He could trust Michael to see him at his most vulnerable and to help without judgement. Slowly, Alex pulled himself up onto his foot and immediately fell to the side. Only, he didn’t. As soon as he started to sway, the air pushed back and kept him upright.

Michael didn’t touch him. In fact, he stepped back out of the way and let Alex get himself to the bathroom to take care of what he needed. Every step of the way, Alex felt Michael’s powers gently guiding him and supporting him and Alex almost wept from it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever loved Michael more than he did in this moment. The man easily could have stepped in and helped Alex out in a more hands on approach just like Alex knew he wanted to but he didn’t. He kept his distance and let Alex have his privacy and his dignity while still offering his support and it made his heart sing.

When he was finished in the bathroom, Alex made his way back to the bedroom to see Michael sitting on the edge of the bed, a pill bottle and a glass of water in his hand. Alex fell gracelessly onto the bed and made a grabbing motion with his fingers. Michael smiled and handed him the pills, quickly followed by the water. When Alex had knocked back more than the recommended amount, Michael put the glass and bottle aside and gently tucked him back in to bed.

“Thank you,” Alex whispered as Michael left the room. He thought he paused but if he said anything, Alex was already too asleep to hear it.

It was hours before Alex woke up again. The sun was brighter but not as bright as Alex would expect. Thankful that his headache was gone, he pulled himself into a sitting position and took stock of his situation.

Michael was (maybe) in his house. He’d definitely been in his house earlier because Liz had called him to take Alex to bed when he was too drunk to get there himself. Which means Liz knew to call Michael. The more he thought about it, the more he remembered a conversation with her but he couldn’t quite make out the details.

Alex rubbed at his eyes as he glanced to his side and saw his crutches propped up on the edge of the bed within easy reach. A smile spread across his lips without his realizing it. Grabbing them, he made his way into the bathroom to splash some water on his face and wash the whiskey out of his mouth. Feeling marginally more alive, he took a deep breath and made his way into the main part of the house.

“Hey,” he greeted softly when he entered the kitchen to see Michael stirring something on the stove. “I had food?”

Michael snorted and shook his head. “I went shopping. It’s after 4.”

“PM?” Alex exclaimed. “Fuck me.”

Michael laughed at him as he flung himself in a chair and rested his head in his hands. “I don’t remember very much of yesterday.”

The lid clanged as Michael placed it on the pot. Alex listened to the sounds of Michael move about his kitchen and tried very hard to ignore his heart as it fluttered in happiness. Michael had an ease about him, like he knew his way around, and a (large) part of Alex liked that idea of Michael being so comfortable in Alex’s home.

“I’m not surprised.” Michael answered him. The swish of liquid moving in a bottle made Alex pick his head up. Michael held up the bottle of whiskey Alex had opened the day before. It was nearly empty.

Alex groaned and dropped his head back down as Michael chuckled.

“So,” Michael started as he settled in the seat across from Alex’s and slid him a cup of coffee. “Liz told me that you started drinking because I told you about the console and leaving.”

Alex dropped his eyes to the cup in his hands. He took a couple long sips to put off answering.

“Why did Liz call you?”

Michael shrugged. “You told her you’ve been in love with me for over a decade and she thought I’d be able to actually get you to bed? You’d have to ask her. All she said to me was that you told her about us and about my hand.” He sucked in a breath. “And that you were terrified of losing me.” Michael tapped his fingers on the table for a while. “Why would she say that, Alex?” He finally asked, his voice quiet.

All of a sudden, Alex was tired. He was too tired to continue fighting or hiding the truth. He let out a breath and slumped in his chair even as he curled his hands around the warm mug. “Probably because I am?” Michael’s head shot up but Alex didn’t look at him. “I don’t remember what I said to her, okay? But I know that I can’t remember the last time I was so scared as when I realized you were trying to leave.” He took a sip and savored it. “I’m an asshole. Especially to you. I walk away and then I come back and then I do it again. I hurt you and I am so sorry. But I think I always did it because I knew you would be there for me to come back to. And the idea that maybe one day you won’t? Maybe one day you’re going to leave Earth and me behind for good? It fucking terrifies me, Guerin.” He finally looked up at him. “This seems insane to say considering you’re an alien but I can’t imagine this world without you. I can’t imagine my world without you in it.”

“Alex-”

“I know I shouldn’t say that.”

“Then why did you?” Michael snapped.

Alex shrugged a shoulder. “Because it’s the truth. And I’m tired of not saying what I want to say.”

“Riiiight,” Michael dragged out. “So let me get this straight. You kept leaving me because I was love struck enough to always be there for you to come back to for another round?” He scoffed. “So all I had to do to try and get you to stay was not be there? Good to know.”

Alex shook his head. “I’m sorry. You scare me or rather how I feel about you scares me. It’s too intense sometimes and I don’t know how to deal with it so I leave and I try to get some space and some perspective and I hope that I can come back with a clearer head but then you screw me up all over again. It’s only because I know you feel it too, because I know how much you love me, that I felt like I could do that. Like I could get some space. Because you were always there and you were always going to be there.” He reached a hand across the table but laid it next to Michael’s, giving him the choice to read back or not. “I’m sorry I hurt you. If I could change it I would but I was a dumb kid.” He told him, slightly exasperated. “I didn’t know what to do. And for all that we’re ten years older, I don’t think we’re any smarter. We’re just better at pretending we are.”

“What do you want, Alex?” Michael breathed.

“It doesn’t matter what I want.”

Michael scoffed. “What? Because we aren’t kids anymore?”

Alex shook his head, his eyes never leaving Michael’s. “Because it matters what you want. You’re the one who will eventually have to make an impossible choice if we move forward. I love you, Michael. And I want to figure this thing out between us and to stop screwing it up but you, you might have the chance to finally get answers. To find your home, your family, and when you do,” he let out a humorless laugh and cocked his eyes, tears springing to his eyes, “when you do, it won’t be here. And I won’t be able to go with you.” He paused and licked his lips. “That’s why it scares me that you’re trying to leave. Because how can I compete against everything and everyone you’ve ever wanted to know? How can I compete against your home and your family? All I have to offer is me, Michael. And I know it doesn’t compare.” The tears were falling freely now for both of them but Alex didn’t dare move his hand to wipe his away. It was still lying there on the table, as open an invitation as Alex could offer.

But Michael didn’t take it. Instead, he stood up. Alex might have let out a quiet sob but he wouldn’t admit to it.

His heart shattered for the two seconds it took Michael to round the table and crouch down next to him. The touch of Michael’s hands on his face mended it some but it was his words that put it back together.

“It’s not a competition Alex. It’s not even close. You think you don’t compare against my home and my family? Fuck, Alex you are my home. And I want you to be my family, more than anything. If I have you, why would I want to go to a planet I’ve never been to to meet people I’ve never known? You think you can’t compete with them? Darlin’ they can’t compete with you.” Michael surged up and pulled Alex into a tight hug, both of them burying their faces into the others’ neck. “All I’ve ever wanted is for you to want me. For you to want me to stay.”

“Stay.” Alex said immediately. “Please, Michael, stay.”

#malex fic #malex #roswell new mexico #rnm #my fic #i had several requests for a sequel but yall have shae and her loving nagging to blame for it #allthehearteyes

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lovehugsandcandy · 5 years

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Hold Me Like a Grudge (Colt x MC)

A/N: Chapter 11 had me shook! This is Colt x MC 5+1 story and I have no idea how this happened. This is in a different universe than It’s Only a Game, which I am still working on the next part, promise. Title from Weak by AJR, though I binge the Halloran & Kate/May Raya version. You will also probably recognize a lot of the dialogue from the actual Choices story.

Pairing: Colt x MC

Rating: PG-13 (swearing and kissing)

Length: 4250 words (how did this happen?!?)

Summary: 5 times Ellie couldn’t kiss Colt and 1 time she couldn’t not.

Tags (LMK if you want to if you want me to add or remove you, tag lists are not my forte): @deimosensblog @alegria1580 @choicesarehard @thefarrari @client-327 @moonlit-girl-wonder @going-down-downtown

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is only for fun.

“Me? Jealous of Logan? That’s a good one. You should try stand-up comedy if college doesn’t work for you.” Colt rolled his eyes and looked out the window.

Ellie stared at his profile. “I think you’ve been jealous since the first time you saw us together.”

Colt turned, catching her eye. “Just....” Ellie waited. “Keep your eyes on the road, will ya?”

Ellie rolled her eyes and focused on the cones as he talked her thought the mechanics of drifting, but her first attempt did not go well. She got the wheels to break traction, sliding across the pavement, but it felt so counter intuitive that she pulled up in the turn; after the car spun out and they were surrounded by the smell of burnt rubber, she sighed, banging her head against the headrest.

“You got in your own head. You didn't trust yourself.”

"It’s hard when everything you’re doing feels wrong. Turn right to go left?” She leaned back and shut her eyes.

“Drifting takes fearlessness. Total confidence. Even when you think you’re going the wrong way, you gotta stay the course.”

Ellie shot him a glare. “Easier said than done.”

He raised an eyebrow right back at her. “What isn’t?”

At Ellie’s sigh, he continued. “There is a trick some drivers use.....” She listened carefully as he talked about punching the clutch to increase the RPMs and then quick releasing. Of course, then he continued, “You’re right. You’re not ready. Come on, let’s get you back to your test...”

She strewed in the driver’s seat. Screw him. She started again, back towards the cones, glaring at the pavement. Colt glanced at her, “You’re just gonna embarrass yourself.” Looking at the RPMs, she bit her lip and dove in, hearing the tires squeal underneath her. She bit her lip. Come on...come on....and the car shot out of the turn.

Ellie’s mouth dropped. “Ok, that was awesome!″

“Knew you could do it.” Colt was smiling at her and Ellie felt her chest clench. He was always so bitter or angry or sarcastic, but she had rarely seen him smile. To see it bloom on his face, directed at her, was too much; she had to duck her head.

“Yeah right. You just said I was gonna embarrass myself.”

“Doesn’t matter who else believes in you. You gotta believe in yourself.” Ellie looked up to see him staring at her, intense

“Oh I get it. You were messing with me.” Ellie raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, you should take your own advice.”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter if your dad believes in you or not.”

Colt let out a chuckle. “Sorry if I’m not convinced by family advice coming from you but you’re probably right.” He glanced out the windshield. “Easier said than done, though.”

“What isn’t?” Ellie watched as he turned back to her and considered her for a long while. Time seemed to stretch as they watched each other. Ellie felt her eyes drift down his face; he was attractive, so attractive, when he wasn’t spewing aggression and scorn. She found herself staring at his lips and had to stop herself from thinking some dangerous thoughts..

She knew she definitely shouldn't be thinking about Colt this way. When she told Riya that she wanted to find love, she meant that she wanted someone to put her first for once; she didn’t think Colt could ever put anyone above himself.

“...I thought I had you pegged.”

Ellie blinked to clear the haze in her mind. “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.” And just like that, the moment was over. “Let’s get you to your test.”

They switched seats and Ellie slid into the passenger’s side, trying to stop her mind from spinning. But all the way back to the RMV, Ellie found herself sneaking glances at Colt as he drove, confident and sure, through the busy LA streets.

And after she learned she finally had her license and was jumping up and down next to the car, she definitely didn’t think about hugging Colt. Not even once.

She ran out of the shadows behind Colt, eyes fixed on Kaneko’s still form. “Kaneko! Are you ok?”

He looked up at them from the ground, leg splayed awkwardly. “Ellie? Colt? What the hell are you doing here?

"We tailed you, Pop. We were protecting you.” Colt’s mouth was a thin line as he put his arm out to help his dad to his feet, eyes flashing angrily.

“So...you heard everything.” Kaneko’s eyes dropped.

Ellie frowned, glancing between the two. “This last job. They don’t mean it, do they?”

“I’m afraid not,” Kaneko looked at the warehouse, eyes distant. “They have no intention of letting us go.”

“No one is playing games with us. We’ll find a way out of this, I promise.” Colt’s resolve reminded her, again, that this was in his blood.

She took a breath. “I’ve got your back, Colt. Whatever happens, I’m ready to fight dirty.”

Ellie watched the shock on his face fade into an honest smile. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard you say.” He turned to his father, determined. “I promise you, Pop. I can help you solve this.”

“We will,” Kaneko said as he put his hand on Colt’s shoulder, “together.”

Ellie watched, uneasy, as Colt and Kaneko headed towards the Aylesbury and Colt helped his dad in the car.

Ellie watched Kaneko drive off until his taillights disappeared into the night. Letting out a sigh, she turned to see Colt biting his lip and staring at her.

“What?” It came out meaner than she meant it. It was an intense night and she was on edge.

Colt shrugged. “Nothing. I just didn’t expect you of all people to be all-in on a plan to take out a rival crew.”

She looked at him incredulously. “Take out? I’m sorry, you’re not the mob. And we need to do something or they will never let go.” She was on edge; the adrenaline was starting to wear off and she just wanted to crawl into bed, into her pajamas, and sleep.

“Well, we have to do something. We can’t just let them push us around!”

She shook her head, grabbing her keys from her pocket and turning towards the car. “I know. I mean....they hurt your dad. I get it.”

Colt grabbed her arm, turning so he could look into her eyes. The shadows played over his face as he moved and she stopped, watching them dance over his eyes. After a pause, he spoke. “Thank you.” He stopped again, biting his lip. “Just....thank you.”

“Of course.” Ellie looked at him. He was still holding on to her arm. The moment stretched on but she couldn’t look away. Her stomach lurched, butterflies fluttering. He was still holding her arm, wholly intent, staring at her. The butteries in her stomach intensified, made her feel like she was falling, gravity pulling her down. Hitting rock bottom would hurt.

She subconsciously licked her lips and saw Colt follow the movement. The butterflies got worse, as if they had morphed into a full-on army staging an attack on her senses. Crap.

“Keys!” Ellie raised her arm, displaying her car keys in her hands.

Colt dropped her arm, taking a step back. “Yes, those are keys. Very good.”

“I mean....” Ellie flushed. “We should get back to the shop.”

Colt nodded, silent, and turned to the car.

Crap.

III

Ellie grinned. "Well...we didn’t just come up here to stare, right?” Before she could talk herself out of it, she had stripped down to her underwear, clothes in pile on the ground.

“You wanna jump? Seriously?” Colt turned and caught sight of her; she saw his eyes widen, but he swallowed hard and quickly looked away before she could process it.

“Seriously!”

“Okay! Okay! You’ve made your point!” He took off his jacket and shirt; Ellie couldn’t help but glance down his chest. How in the world? Ellie flushed. He had no right to have abs like that. Guiltily, she looked away; who knew what he was hiding under that jacket?

Was this what playing with fire was like?

Colt looked over at the cliff. “I know what I’m in for. Do you?”

“Nope! On the count of three...”

Colt looked over at her, cocking an eyebrow as if he expected her to back down. When she only looked at him expectantly, he grinned. “One, two....three!”

Together, they sprinted to the edge and, at the last minute, Ellie’s hand found Colt’s as they flew into the air.

“Aaaaaah!” She screamed and Colt squeezed her hand as they began to plummet, seemingly forever, until they splashed into the ocean. When Ellie surfaced, beaming and shaking water from her face, she was still clutching Colt’s hand.

“Man, I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.” Colt grinned at her.

“See? Are you done downplaying everything?”

Ellie looked at him and was shocked by the intensity in his eyes as he stared back at her. “....Maybe I am.”

They floated together, face to face, and Ellie had no idea when they had gotten so close. She could see the droplets of water in his eyebrows, on his cheeks, edging to his jaw. She watched his gaze, moving from her eyes down her face to settle on her lips.

Crap, when did they get so close?

Ellie let herself float away from him, releasing his hand, needing space before she did something ridiculously dumb.

Colt turned away, ears red. “Sorry, that was stupid. I know you’re with Logan.”

“I’m not with Logan.” Ellie was so confused. It felt like her brain was not keeping up. “Logan and I are just friends.”

“What, like us?”

Ellie just shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Yeah, me either.” Colt just shot her a wounded look and started heading for shore.

Ellie shivered in the cool water.

When Ellie pictured breaking away from her old life, this rave was exactly what she had been picturing. Lights, colors, drinks, dancing. She was so far from her old life that she almost couldn’t recognize herself...especially not in Mona’s outfit, the colors lighting her body as if she glowed from within.

She can't help but love it, bouncing and jumping with Toby and laughing as Salazar creates some dance move that looks like it requires him to be triple-jointed. She finally feels free, a freedom here that she never knew she was missing until she had it.

When Toby went off to dance with the handsome stranger eyeing him, Ellie realized that she too could ask someone to dance too. She feebly looked around the room, but she already knows who she wants to dance with .

“Come on, Colt.” She slid over to him, gesturing to the dance floor.

He looked at her and then glanced back at the crew. “I...don’t really dance.”

“Me neither!” She grinned wide, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together. “Now, come on!” She dragged him deeper onto the dance floor, not stopping until she knew they were out of sight of the others.

Colt grinned and she saw his shoulders relax. “Been waiting to get you to myself all day.” She bit her lips as he pulled her closer, into his arms. Tilting her chin up to look into her eyes, he started guiding her hips. “Like this. Follow me.”

Ellie smiled, butterflies back in her stomach. “I’m starting to think you might like me.” Her unspoken I’m starting to think I might like you hung in the back of her throat.

Colt shook his head. “I don’t like anybody.” However, he smiled as he said it; it is so strange to see him so happy. Ellie started to worry she might like it a little too much but she ignored her voice of reason, wrapping her hands around his neck as he grabbed her waist.

They are so close, inches from each other. “Is Logan watching?”

Ellie frowned. “You don’t want him to see us?”

“Is it bad that part of me does?”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “I’m not a possession for you two to fight over, Colt. I’m a person.” Not a pawn, she thought bitterly.

“You’re far more than that, Ellie.”

Ellie looked at him for a beat. “So your plan worked. I think you really impressed your dad today.” She was happy for him, she was. She knew how important his dad’s approval was to him.

“Did I impress you?” Colt stared so intently at her that she started to blush; she couldn’t look away.

“It takes more than that to impress me.”

Colt grinned, ducking his head and freeing her from his gaze. “Good.”

Ellie felt his arms tighten around her waist and she responded in kind, almost automatically, grinding her hips against him, sending shock waves though her body.

“I thought you didn’t know how to dance.”

Ellie had never danced like this before. “It’s like Ximena said. I’m doing what feels good.” His arms around her, hips meeting in slow circles. It felt really good.

He leaned in closer, so close she could feel the air from his lungs as he spoke, making her lips tingle. “Then you should keep doing what feels good.”

Ellie froze, feeling like she was caught in a net. Any move forward would mean their lips would meet and she felt it, the almost irresistible desire to fall forward into him. She hung in the moment for a second, maybe longer, but then just pulled him closer, grazing his cheek with hers as their bodies melded together.

“You know I’d kill for the people I care about, right? But that’s a very short list.” He spoke in her ear and she could again feel his breath against her skin; she felt oversensitive, every nerve lighting up.

Ellie pulled back to look into his eyes and was stunned by the intensity in his gaze. “Are you saying I’m on it?”

He said nothing and Ellie stared, looking from his eyes, piercing through her, traveling down his face to watch his lips. The moment was electric and Ellie swallowed, hard. She forced herself to look away and Colt just pulled her tighter, moving her in time with the music with gentle hands around her waist.

They returned to the crew together and Colt was by her side all night. More than once, Ellie watched him, staring at his profile. She had basically run away from home to live her life her way, take chances, make mistakes.

Why were there some chances she was still terrified to take?

Ellie stared out the window and shook her head. Some of her original fury had worn off and now she just felt tired, sad, and alone.

“You belong with someone who knows how much you’re capable of.” Colt stared at her, clutching the steering wheel of her car. He understood her more than anyone, more than Riya, more than her dad, and still....

She didn’t know if she could do this. After all that had happened, she didn’t know if she could combine both of these parts of her life.

She shook her head. “That’s a nice fantasy, Colt, But it’s just a fantasy. It's time I get back to the real world. I need to clean up the mess I’ve made of my life.”

“Yeah....I get that.” Colt frowned at her.

“I wish....” Ellie sighed, trailing off. “Well, it doesn’t matter what I wish.”

Colt leaned over, across the console, and put a gentle hand on her cheek. She leaned into it and prayed that the tears wouldn’t make their way down her cheeks. Colt looked sad, wrecked, and said, softly, “It does to me.”

Ellie could almost feel her heart break in her chest. “It doesn’t do us any good to talk about that now.”

“I’ve never been interested in doing any good.”

Ellie turned to look out at Riya’s house. Crap. The tears were starting to roll down her cheeks. She roughly swiped at them, trying to hide motion from Colt. She knew he saw but, thankfully, chose not to say anything. She watched the morning wind rustle the trees, the light reflecting off Riya’s windows.

Finally, she turned back to him. He was still looking at her, a crease between his eyes, lips down-turned. She ached to reach out, smooth the creases on his forehead, finally find out how soft his lips were....

She had to stop. It was time to go back. With a noise in between a sigh and a sob, she grabbed the handle of the car door and pushed it open.

The morning air felt cool on her face. Refreshing. Someone was starting their car down the street, probably heading to work. Even that routine noise seemed surreal given her last few days.

Colt closed his door, snapping her out of her thoughts. He tossed her the keys, her keys. “Take the car, will ya? Toby never’d forgive me if I didn’t make you keep it.”

“How will you get back?”

“Don’t worry about me.” She frowned. It was a little late for that. She couldn’t help but worry about the boy who was constantly trying to take on the world.

Ellie nodded. “See you around, Colt. Maybe.”

She watched his back as he walked down the street, smaller and smaller still until he vanished into the distance. She wondered if she would ever see him again.

Colt's eyes were furious, absolutely furious, and, if Ellie didn’t understand him as well as she did, she would have been terrified. He was glaring at her, eyes a blaze of anger, and she could see his arms vibrating, shaking with the energy it took to hold himself back.

Ellie could not, would not back down. "Colt.....we can't do this."

His nostrils were flaring as he sucked in heavy breaths.

"You know we can't do this." She held his glare, refusing to look away.

Finally, Colt turned to his dad. "Fine. Plan's off. Get the stuff out of here." With one last glare at Ellie, he turned and bent to grab a rock from the ground. Ellie watched him throw it, far, through the window of The Brotherhood’s warehouse hideout. Crap. Hopefully they couldn’t trace that bit of property damage back to the crew.

Colt kicked another rock, sending it scattering across the warehouse, and stormed over to his bike. Ellie took a few steps forward. “Colt....”

He turned with a snarl, dark eyes barely visible. “Don’t talk to me.” He slammed the visor down, revved the bike, and sped off.

Ellie felt tears fill her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She could only hope that she had done the right thing.

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Colt didn’t return to the shop for hours, hours. Ellie sat, watching the minutes click by on her phone. One by one, the crew had gone to bed after a draining night but Ellie could not sleep. With a sigh, she threw herself into her driver’s side door and backed out into the dark street. She knew Colt would not be happy to see her, but she also knew she couldn’t leave him to his demons right now.

The off-ramp was dark. She parked far away and walked, avoiding branches and stones, until the path opened up and she was looking out over the cliff and the Pacific Ocean. A lone figure sat, arms crossed over his knees, staring out in to the horizon. Ellie sighed and walked closer.

“I told you to leave me alone.” He hadn’t even turned his back.

“I know.” Ellie looked at her hands. “And, if you really want me to go, I will. But I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

Colt stood up, unfurling, dark against the night sky. “We had them, Ellie. We had them. Why the hell...”

“Colt, what you had was enough explosives to take out a city block. You were going too far and, if you did that, you would have never been safe. They would have hunted you, hunted your dad. Not to mention you could have been killed-”

He cut her off with a sharp shake of his head. “We’re not safe now, Ellie. This doesn’t make us any safer-”

“This wasn’t about your freedom!” Ellie’s voice, louder now, harsher, echoed around the cliff. “This wasn't about getting out from under their thumb. This was about revenge.”

Colt stalked closer. His eyes had lost some of the fire but they were still burning, flaring. She was the moth and he was the flame and his fire was going to consume her. “Wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you, if it was your dad? If it was someone you cared about?”

Ellie stared back. She knew he was right. She would. For all that she rebelled against her father, she could understand Colt’s anger. She would.

Colt shook his head, looking into the distance. “This was our shot. And we threw it away.”

“There will be another shot, Colt. We can think of another plan. One that gets us freedom and not a turf war.”

“We? We? No, you took off to go back to your real life.” Colt laughed bitterly. “There’s no we. It’s me. I will need to think of something. Again.” He turned his back on her, looking back at the ocean. He was all sharp movements and pain, shoulders rigid.

Ellie stood, waited. The silence stretched so long she swore she could see the moon traveling though the sky. She was about to give up and turn back to the car when she had a thought. “....Colt? Why did you listen to me?”

He turned, hallway, profile sharp. A light wind started blowing and Ellie shivered. Finally, he turned around to face her, considering her. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, shrugging and looking down. “You’re smart. I always listen to you.”

“That is not tru-”

“It is and I do. You know you’re smart.” Colt paused, considering. “I trust you, My dad hates it. But I trust you.”

“Ha. I don't think your dad is going to be happy about this.”

Colt rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but he wasn’t happy when I fought for you to drive in the stadium tunnels or when I told you how Logan tricked you. He’ll get over it.”

Ellie took a few steps closer, mind racing. “Colt, you don’t need to choose me over your dad.”

“You chose.” She was close enough that she could see him clearly now, even in the dark. His hair was mussed, t-shirt wrinkled.

Ellie’s heart hurt. “I need to fix my life, see my dad, my friends. But maybe I don’t want it to be all or nothing, either.” Colt looked at her, brow raised questioningly. “Maybe I can help fix this too.” Colt still said nothing so she took a step closer. “You’re not on your own here, Colt. I want to help.”

Colt looked away, back towards the road, and shook his head. “It doesn’t work like-”

Ellie cut him off with her lips, closing the distance and pressing her lips to his, chastely. It was an apology, a question, and a wish all thrown together in one last-ditch effort to fix what had shattered.

Colt froze and didn’t move an inch. When she pulled back, he was staring at her, almost gaping. She could hear her heart pounding, blood rushing in her ears, but he didn’t speak.

She dropped her eyes and nodded. He didn’t kiss her back. No answer was definitely an answer. Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she turned and headed back to the car.

The walk back from the cliff seemed infinitely longer than the walk out and she had to blink back tears every few steps so she could follow the path. Sometimes you can’t fix broken things...or broken people.

She had just pulled out her car keys, desperate to slide back into the driver’s seat and put some distance between them, when she heard rapid footsteps coming up the path. She spun as Colt emerged, breathless and staring at her.

“Did you mean it?”

“What?” Ellie wasn’t keeping up.

“Did you mean it?” Colt repeated. “Are you in?”

Ellie took a deep breath. “If you still want.”

Colt closed the distance between them. “I still want.” She caught sight of his grin as he pulled her into his arms and his lips met hers. This, this was more than a one-sided meeting of lips. Colt kissed her like did everything, full-throttle, intense. She felt his hands circle her waist and back her into the car door, trapping her between the cool metal and his warm chest, a comforting weight against her. He pulled back to look at her and she was sure that he could see her amazement reflected in his eyes. Colt grinned down at her, eyes shining in the moonlight.

Ellie grinned up right back, threading her fingers though his hair for one last kiss. “Let’s go back to the shop. We have a plan to make.” She held his smile for a beat more before turning to get into her car. She didn’t know what would happen next but she knew she wouldn’t leave Colt to get out of this mess alone. Even when you think you’re going the wrong way, sometimes, you gotta stay the course.

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Bar Fly

Requested by: @allytrbl

Pairing: Seiya Sanada/FC/Evil

Category: Suggestive

Warnings: Sexual content. Language. Humiliation. The assholes are in full swing

8. Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching? And 19. Don’t lie. You want it as much as I do

“I can’t believe that fucking asshole,” You muttered to yourself as you slid onto the barstool, oblivious to your surroundings. Your surroundings weren’t quite so oblivious to you though. Sitting in the corner of the bar counter were Evil and Sanada who had eyes on you the second you walked through the door. You were a gorgeous little thing. Of course you were going to get their interest. That interest grew as they listened to your not so quiet ramblings about your asshole boyfriend, their predator’s blood sensing weakness. Vulnerability. “Lots of shots.” You said to the approaching bartender. “I don’t care of what, just keep them coming.”

Exchanging a loaded glance Evil and Sanada sat back and waited. They hadn’t come out tonight with the intention of hooking up. Simply wanted to come out and get a few drinks. Hence the dive bar they were sitting in. But they weren’t ones to let an opportunity pass either, so they kept you under their watchful eyes waiting until you were at the right point of intoxication. The point where you would be more receptive to two men propositioning you, but not to the point that you would pass out before any fun could be had. So they were patient. They drank and watched while you pounded back shots oblivious to the danger you were in.

“All I wanted was some frickin’ flowers. Or a goddamn phone call. Was that too much to ask?” You moaned to the bartender who listened with half an ear as he wiped down the bar. “I mean, it’s my birthday. I should get a little attention right?” Your lower lip jutted out into a pout as you stared into your empty shot glass. Seeing their opening Evil and Sanada slunk over to you, taking a seat on each side of you.

“It’s your birthday?” Sanada said flashing his signature smile as your head jerked up, eyes widening as you saw the handsome man who had suddenly appeared at your side. “What’s a beautiful girl like you doing all alone on her special day?” You couldn’t help but blush at his flowery words, a little more susceptible to the pretty face and words than you would probably be normally. It felt good to hear that someone thought you were beautiful. “Who would leave such a pretty thing all alone, right Evil?”

“I would.” The dark guttural voice on your left had you jerking around to look at the man who had joined you unnoticed. You felt a tiny stab of trepidation as you looked into his glowering face, his dark clothing and angry countenance both frightening and intriguing you.

“You don’t think she’s pretty?” The handsome man on your right asked making your head whip back to look at him. Seeing his inspective gaze looking over you, you self-consciously straightened yourself out as he gave you the once over.

“Just saying I’ve seen better.” The other man said sending a pang of hurt through you. You briefly wondered why you cared what he thought, but you did. Maybe you were scared if he didn’t approve, the other man would leave and you would be alone again. You weren’t sure exactly what your thought process was, but you wanted both their approval. To show the mean one that you were worthy. That he was wrong about you. “You’ve had better.” He said pointedly making the handsome man nod slowly in agreement. Your lip trembled at the assessment as you fought to hold back your tears.

“Don’t be upset beautiful.” The man on your right said taking in your crestfallen expression. “Evil’s just a bit grumpy. He’s had a bad day.” His fingers reached out to dance across your forearm leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Maybe you can help make him feel better.” You stared into his deep brown eyes, his fingers stroking almost hypnotically along your arm and before you knew it you were slowly nodding. “Good girl.” He said. “I’m Sanada. The asshole over there is Evil.”

“Y/n,” You stuttered, your head looking between the two men, wondering why it was bothering you so much that Evil didn’t seem the least bit interested in you. You had a boyfriend. You shouldn’t even be talking to these men.

“I’m not an asshole.” Evil said. “Just calling it like I see it. We can go down the street and get someone much better than her if we’re looking to play.”

“C’mon Evil. She’s not that bad. Plus it’s her birthday. That’s gotta count for something.” Sanada said his hand dropping to your thigh and giving it a friendly rub. You barely noticed the hand moving up until it almost rested in the apex of your thighs.

“So what? You want to give her a pity fuck as a birthday present?” Evil sneered. “I didn’t think Seiya Sanada slummed it.”

“I’m not slumming it,” You said indignantly, offended that Evil seemed to think you beneath him as Sanada cut you off.

“I do occasionally.” Sanada said hiding his grin as your hurt eyes flew to his. You were falling in line so nicely. It was almost a letdown how easy this was. He gave you a patronizing smile. “Come on honey, you can’t think you’re in our league?”

“I am.” You said sullenly. “I mean, maybe I’m not looking my best. I’ve been crying. And…and I’m wearing this stupid jacket.” You slid off your stool, practically falling in Sanada’s lap on your way to your feet, your hand dangerously close to his groin as you pushed yourself back up and stripped off the offending jacket leaving you in the sheer lace tank top you were wearing underneath, a proud tilt to your chin as you stood before them with your hands on your hips. You felt ridiculous as you stood there, teetering on your heels as they evaluated you, taking their sweet time passing judgment.

“Sit down.” Evil said sharply making you hurry to regain your stool, shifting nervously between the two men as they ordered you another shot and a mixed drink. Under their direction you downed the shot, wincing as the alcohol burned your throat. They looked on amused as you coughed. Whatever they had ordered was much stronger than what the bartender had been giving you. You tried to keep yourself sitting up straight up, striking an air of confidence you definitely weren’t feeling. The two conversed as if you weren’t there, the only acknowledgement of your presence was their occasional ordering of a drink for you when they noticed your beverage was low. You bit your lip sharply, trying to bring your mind into focus through the haze of alcohol.

You almost jumped out of your seat when Evil’s hand landed on one thigh, Sanada’s on the other and they spread your legs apart watching with wide eyes as Evil’s free hand moved to your crotch, the knuckle of his finger rubbing along the seam over your clit. You wiggled a bit, your eyes flying around the bar as you tried to determine if anyone was watching what they were doing to you, finally landing on Evil who was watching you dispassionately as he rubbed your pussy through your jeans.

“What are you doing?” You said lowly, feeling like you should tell him to stop, but it felt so good you didn’t want to. In the back of your mind, thoughts of your boyfriend fluttered.

“I thought you wanted my attention?” Evil asked with a dark smile. “You have it now. Don’t you want it to keep it?” His fingers never stopped their movements, pressing against your core as you tried to think.

“I do.” You said truthfully. “But someone could see.”

“They’re gonna see a whole lot before we’re through with you.” Sanada said with a low chuckle, reaching his free hand up to run over your breasts. “You think Evil can make you come like this? Just rubbing that sweet pussy through your pants?” You moaned quietly as Sanada squeezed your nipple through your shirt and you arched into Evil’s hand seeking more friction. You cried out in disappointment when their hands suddenly disappeared from your body eyeing them in shock when the turned to the bar and ordered more drinks paying you no attention.

You sat in your stool breathing heavily as you tried to discern what had just happened as the bartender slid new beers to Evil and Sanada.

“Go in the bathroom, take of your bra and bring it to me.” Sanada instructed not even looking in your direction. You balked, your mind rebelling against the directive. You were in a see-through shirt. If you took off your bra anyone would be able to see your breasts. Ultimately your aching core made the decision for you and you quietly slid from your stool, ignoring the eyes of the scattered patrons on you as you made your way to the back of the bar.

You had thought this was a good place to go. It wouldn’t be very crowded and you could drink away the sorrows caused by your boyfriend. Your steps faltered as you entered the bathroom when you remembered your boyfriend. Here you were cheating on him like a hussy just because he hadn’t remembered your birthday. Looking in the dirty mirror you felt shame course through you at letting two strangers fondle you in front of everyone. They thought they were slumming it by messing around with you. That you weren’t good enough for them. Sniffing you held you head high. You were worth more than that. Screw them.

Mind made up you spun around and marched back out to the bar. Instead of just marching out the door, which would have been the smart thing to do, you stomped over to Evil and Sanada.

“Told ya she was more trouble than she’s worth.” Evil told Sanada as they watched you storm towards them. “Can’t even follow simple instructions.”

“You can’t just order me around and expect me to jump.” You said angrily. “I will not be disrespected like some piece of meat.”

“Then go run home to your fucking nobody boyfriend. The man who can’t even be bothered to remember your birthday.” Sanada said dismissively, his sneer making you feel dirty. “Here we are trying to make you feel good, give you a birthday to remember and you’re being a bitch. I worked for you to make Evil even consider touching you and now you want to throw it back at us? Fuck you.”

“I’m…I’m sorry?” You said unsurely, not even knowing why you were apologizing. You were mad at them, weren’t you? Why were you still standing here?

“Fuck your sorry.” Evil said. “I told him not to waste our time with you.” The two turned back to the bar leaving you standing there, mouth hanging open at their dismissal. You should walk out that door and forget you ever crossed paths with these two snakes. Your eyes flitted to the door of the bar taking one hesitant step towards the door before you spun on your heels and marched towards the bathroom, arguing with yourself with every step you took.

Two minutes later you slammed your black lace bra on the bar top in between them, eyes fixed firmly on the ground as you awaited their reaction. The silence stretched making you fidget until you couldn’t stop yourself from filling the uncomfortable silence.

“I did what you asked Sanada.” You said quietly. “I gave you my bra.”

“You think a bra is going to get you back our attention?” Evil scoffed. “Your tits aren’t anything we haven’t seen a thousand times. You’re not special.”

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, picking at your fingernails as you wondered if you had completely blown your chance with them. Then you wondered why you even cared.

“What do I have to do?” You asked finally garnering their attention as they exchanged a look before shifting to face you after Sanada gave a small shrug of one shoulder.

“Kneel.” Evil said glancing at the ground before turning back to the bar and taking a long drink of his beer.

“Excuse me?” You asked hoping you had heard him incorrectly.

“He said kneel. Kneel on this dirty bar floor like the whore you are.” Sanada said before he too turned away from you, leaving the decision in your hands. With a shuddering breath you lowered yourself to the floor trying to ignore the filthy conditions, feeling like the crime was seeping through your pants. As soon as you began lowering yourself you saw Sanada slip a stack of bills on the countertop to the bartender who quickly pocketed it with a look at you before heading down to the other end of the bar and focusing his attention elsewhere. Only one other patron remained in the bar, for which you were grateful. The less people to witness your downfall.

You lost track of how long you had kneeled, long enough for your mind to sober up and thoughts of exactly what you were doing to filter through your mind. Which you suspected was their intentions. Your little rebellion had seemed to offend them. They weren’t going to allow you the haze of intoxicity to hide behind. Every action you took was going to be made with a clear mind. Apart of you wanted to rise and run, but you thought of your empty apartment and your wayward boyfriend. You had already come this far, you were already utterly humiliated. Perhaps you should go for broke. There was no reason your boyfriend ever had to know.

With a wince you shifted uncomfortably, your knees burning as the wooden floor dug into them. Finally they decided they let you sit long enough, simultaneously turning to face you. You shivered under the intensity of Evil’s gaze unable to tear your eyes from him.

“You are rather polarizing. I’ll give you that.” Evil said with a smirk. “You’ve managed to switch your fortunes. You’ve got me on your side now. Sanada, not so much.” Surprise made you look at Sanada, curiosity burning bright in your eyes. Seeing that Evil laughed. “Yeah, Sanada doesn’t take well to people not following his orders. Your little rebellion has put you in his doghouse. Me, on the other hand, I prefer my women with a bit of fight.”

“But, I want Sanada too.” You admitted earning a scoff from Sanada.

“So what do you want birthday girl?” Sanada sneered. “Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching? Is that what you’re after?” You watched warily as he slid off the stool circling around to stand you your back. His fist went to your hair, balling around the long length and pulling your head back to look up at him. “Is that what you want? You want me to bend you over one of those tables like the cheap slut you are? Let Evil have a turn when I’m done with you?”

“No!” you protested weakly, your inner thoughts contradicting your protestation.

“Don’t lie. You want it as much as I do,” Sanada taunted. “We’ve played games long enough. You want us, you get up off your knees, take off your clothes and bend over that table. The two of us are going to take turns with you and then you’re going to go home to your boyfriend with our cum dripping down your thighs.”

Once again swallowing your pride you rose to your feet and walked towards the designated table under their watchful eyes. Shedding your clothes you bent over, your legs spread giving them a view of the moisture pooled between your legs.

"Told ya she wanted it.” Sanada said reaching for his belt buckle as he moved to stand behind you while Evil sat back on his stool to watch the show. Sanada was right. They had played enough. Now they were ready to reap their reward. Swallowing back a shot of whisky Evil rose from his bar stool and ambled towards the table Sanada was practically driving you into, hand moving to his zipper as he prepared to line himself up with your mouth.

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fandomoblivion · 6 years

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And There She Was (Part 2)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, kind of Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader but not totally

Request: can u do a cute steve harrington x henderson ! reader? idrc what it is im just in the mood for something steve lol

Summary: (Y/N) Henderson has lived all her life pining after Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington: the athlete. Steve Harrington: the King of Hawkins. Steve Harrington: the player. Steve Harrington: the boyfriend of her best friend. But the thing is, when they’re forced to be together while fighting other-worldly creatures… stuff goes down. But hey, you know what they say. Shit happens.

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Word Count: 2,615

Notes: UH. THE S3 TEASER TRAILER. STEVE. UGH BE STILL MY HEART.

prologue / part one

You rolled your eyes as Dustin got into your car, completely dressed in Ghostbusters gear. “Dustin, nobody dresses up for Halloween at school.”

“Maybe not in high school, Miss “I’m-too-cool-for-a-costume.”

“I never said that.”

“But we do in middle school.”

“Did Mom get pictures?” You asked, changing the subject. He nodded. “Of course she did. She takes Halloween way too seriously.”

“It’s a fun holiday!” Dustin protested.

“Shut up, Stantz. We’re here.” You said, pulling into the middle school’s parking lot. “Get out. And, uh, have a great day. Happy Halloween… and all that crap.” You said, making Dustin laugh and close the car door behind him. As you drove off, you noticed that none of the other kids were wearing costumes. “Fuck.” You mumbled, but there was no way you could help him. You had to get yourself to class.

You walked into the lunchroom, Billy trailing behind you. The night before had been… weird, to say the least.

He had picked you up and the two of you went to a diner where he insisted on buying the two of you burgers and fries. You opted out, just ordering a milkshake, and you told him all about Hawkins. At least, you tried to. He cut you off before you could get a full thought out and started talking about himself and why he was “drawn to you.” Pfft. What a smooth-talking, greasy-haired, foul-mouthed asshole. But…

You needed to get your mind off of Steve.

So you played along.

Sure, some would call what you were doing “leading him on,” but anyone who knew you knew you didn’t like him. Just… he didn’t know.

You knew none of this was logical. You knew it was bad. You knew it was immoral. And yet, you couldn’t handle the thought of facing school alone for much longer.

You started to walk over to Jonathan, when Billy pulled you back by your hand. “Do you really want to sit with that photography nerd? C’mon, let’s just ditch. We can go for a smoke out back.”

You scrunched up your nose. “I don’t smoke.”

“Yeah, but I do. So come on.” You huffed and reluctantly followed him to the back of the cafeteria building.

On the way, Jonathan caught your eye. He looked from you to Billy, and back to you, with a quizzical look on his face. “Really?” He mouthed out. You shrugged and looked away.

“I’m driving you home after school.” Billy said outside.

You scowled. “My car is here.”

He shrugged. “Then I’ll drive you to school tomorrow so you can pick it up.”

You looked at him, studying how he was leaning against the brick wall. “No. I want to drive myself home.”

He looked at you, and let out a puff of smoke.

“Fine. Suit yourself, Sweet Pea. Just know that you’ve gotta make it up to me somehow.” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You quickly pulled away and started cleaning your glasses on your sweater.

“What, so you just ain’t gonna say anything?”

You looked up. “How am I supposed to respond to that?”

He leaned in to your face, real close. “You’re supposed to fuck me, right?”

At this your breathing hitched. Like, really, dude? Gee, way to make you swoon.

You scoffed and looked around. Nobody was outside to help you. Your heart was now pounding. “No, I’m not screwing you.” You shoved his arm off of you once more and stormed back into the cafeteria, sitting down across from Jonathan, and now Nancy and Steve.

“(Y/N), what was that all about?” Jonathan asked you.

“What was what about?” Nancy asked.

You and Jonathan shared a look. You stole a fry from Jonathan’s plate and said, “Nothing,” before shooting Jon a glance that said, “We’ll talk later.” He nodded.

Nancy and Steve looked at each other, confused.

That night, you drove to the Wheeler house with Dustin and watched as he got out of the car. The entire time from when you picked him up from school until now was filled with ranting about MadMax, about how nobody else dressed up, and about how Mike and Lucas were bickering before school about who was who in their Ghostbusters group.

You parked your car and got out, dressed in your last-minute costume that Dustin had forced you to get.

You took an old dress of your mother’s--a long, red dress with long sleeves, cut the dress to be a decent length, added a strip of black around the neckline and the hem, and finally you ironed on an iconic Starship Enterprise logo.

You pulled on a pair of tall black boots, teased your hair into a bun for the gods, and put on some “groovy” makeup to finish the look.

“There, you happy now, Little Dude?”

You had asked Dustin. He clapped his hands together excitedly. “Yes! I am! You’ve finally gotten into the Halloween spirit!”

You got out of your car and spotted Jonathan. You waved, and he got out of his car. Upon seeing your costume, Jonathan’s face broke into a grin. “Wow, how long did it take your mom to convince you to wear that?”

You glared at him. “It was Dustin. I felt bad about the MadMax thing and let him dress me up. He picked Lieutenant Uhura.”

Jonathan laughed. “Well you look nice.” He paused and the two of you watched the kids interact. “You’re a really great sibling, (Y/N).”

You smiled, seeing the curly-haired dork annoy the others with his Chewbacca impression. “I try my best. He’s an idiot, but I love him.”

Jonathan gave you a sideways glance. “You still have to tell me what happened at school. I mean, when you came back your cheeks was all red and your eyes were all watery and-” he must have noticed you had trained your focus onto tugging down your skirt in an effort for it to cover more, for he stopped and said, “sorry.”

“So… Dustin is making me stay with him for at least an hour-”

“(Y/N)!” You were cut off by your little brother.

“Yeah, Little Dude?”

“You can go!”

You and Jonathan shared a smile. “R-Really, Dustin? You don’t want me to-”

“No no! If Jonathan’s not staying you don’t have to.”

You smiled. “Thanks, kid.”

“Want a ride to the party? Nancy and Steve are already there, I think.”

You looked at your parked car, sitting in front of the Wheeler household. “I’ll get my car later. Sure. Thanks, Jon.” He nodded with a small smile.

The two of you got into Jonathan’s car, but he didn’t start it up right away. He sat there, looking at you, clearly waiting for you to tell him what happened.

You sighed. “You know that new guy, Billy Hargrove?” He nodded. “Well he and I went out on a date the night of his first day at school.”

Jonathan scowled. “What? Why?” You bit your lower lip and didn’t say anything, but he understood. “Oh. Steve.” You nodded. “So what happened at lunch?”

“He was being a dick. So I got mad at him. But I… I feel like… I feel like he’s the only way to get my mind off Steve,” you said, your brows furrowed and your eyes focused again on tugging down your skirt, even though you were sitting down.

This was when Jonathan noticed your tick. Well, not really a medical tick, but a nervous habit you had whenever you were uncomfortable. The two of you still didn’t know each other very well, but he just acquired a bit more knowledge about you. Then he noticed you exhibited your “tick” quite often. Whenever Steve said something cute to Nancy, you were tugging on your sleeves in an effort to make them longer, or adjusting your shirt to heighten the collar. You were trying to hide.

“Well if it’s hurting you it’s not worth it.” He said after a bit of silence, finally starting up the car as well.

“But I think it’s hurting me more without Billy.”

“Listen, (Y/N). I don’t like Billy. He seems like an asshole. So I’m gonna advocate for you to stay single, or at least to stay away from him. But I can’t really stop you… so just…” He glanced at you, nodding briefly and saying, “Be careful, yeah?” before looking back at the road.

You blinked and reached to push your glasses up before remembering that it was once of the (very few) times you were wearing contacts.

“Yeah. I will.”

When Jonathan pulled up to the party, the first thing you noticed was the music. How could you not? I mean, you heard it from nearly two blocks away. The next thing you noticed were the people. There were so many people, way more than you were used to being around at one time.

The two of you got out of the car and went inside, sticking together and looking around for Nancy.

“That’s how you do it, Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” You heard someone yell as they entered in behind you. People were chanting his name. You smelled the now familiar scent of cigarette smoke and and a new scent--the unmistakable scent of beer--waft your way. You felt an arm sling around your waist as the person slurred a, “Hey, Sweet Pea. Glad you could make it. You look… hot.”

You lost Jonathan in the crowd as Billy pulled you somewhere, the two of you flanked by his goons. “We got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington.” Shit.

You looked up and saw Nancy and Steve talking, leaning against a wall, dressed in a couple’s costume. Of course. Billy’s friends got in Steve’s face about the keg, but the two of them were watching you. You had Billy’s arm around your waist, and you just realized that someone shoved a red solo cup filled with… something… into your hand. Steve took off his sunglasses as Nancy walked away, an annoyed look on her face.

Steve was about to say something when Nancy took off. He saw her walk away, and he looked at you and shrugged, before following her.

“Yeah, that’s right, Harrington. Walk away.” One of the guys standing with you and Billy said.

“Hey, uh, what’s in this?” You asked Billy, swirling your drink around in your cup. The red liquid was opaque, and it reeked of alcohol.

“Some guys are calling it ‘Pure Fuel.’ I call it bullshit. Let’s get you a real drink.” Billy said, taking your cup. You watched on as he took a bottle of Fireball whiskey from someone and filled your cup with it, cutting it with some Surge energy drink. He handed it to you. “It’s a new kind of whiskey. The brand came out this year, I think. But whatever, it’s good as shit, so drink it.”

You took a sip and immediately started stifling a cough. “Oh… shit.”

Billy smirked. “Yeah.”

You looked over and saw Steve and Nancy dancing amidst the crowd, then Nancy pulled Steve in for a kiss. You felt your chest tighten and you turned back to Billy. You grabbed his wrist and led him to sit on the kitchen counter, right near Nancy and Steve. You didn’t know what you were doing; the alcohol that you had now downed had made you mind fuzzy.

From Jonathan’s point of view, he just saw you straddling Billy, kissing him right where you knew Nancy and Steve would see you. But it didn’t make sense to him, since he knew your goal was never to make them jealous. Why would it make them jealous? Nancy didn’t like Billy and Steve… Steve didn’t like you.

It was just something dumb you had thought up. But when Jonathan saw you, he went over to you and Billy and pulled you off of him. You stumbled a bit, and he noticed your eyes were hazy.

“(Y/N), come on. You’re really drunk. How many drinks have you had?”

“I just asked Billy to keep ‘em coming. A-And he did. So…” Your speech was slurred, and Billy was drumming his fingers on the tile that he was sitting on, clearly impatient. “You can go now, Johnny. Go find Nance!”

Jonathan got closer to you and dropped his voice so Billy couldn’t hear him. “Listen, (Y/N). I really think you should come with me-”

“Jonathan, you said you’d let me get my mind off of Steve. So let me.”

You could see the cogs working in Jon’s head while he weighed out the different scenarios that could happen. “Fine.” He said finally. “It’s just a party. I’m taking you home tonight, though. Promise?” You nodded.

You looked back at the crowd where Nancy and Steve just were, but you saw that they had moved to the drink table again. They were arguing over something, and within a second Steve and Nancy had managed to spill her drink all over her top. You just stood there, silently watching, before Billy clapped a hand onto your shoulder. “Serves him right. Fuckin’ ‘King Steve’ bullshit.”

You turned back around and saw Billy standing now, right up behind you. You pressed your lips to his as the crowd’s mood rose again, matching the music of Depeche Mode in the background.

A few minutes passed, and you were still with Billy, drinking and dancing, drinking and kissing, drinking and… well, drinking. Right when something by Kim Wilde came on, you were shoved into Billy’s chest by someone trying to get through the crowd. You turned around and saw Steve, scowling, pushing his way through everyone.

“Billy, I’ll… be right back.”

You followed Steve outside and watched as he got into his car. He wasted no time in peeling away from his parking spot and leaving.

That was when you knew this night was going to take a turn for the worse.

You turned around and saw Jonathan leaving with Nancy stumbling next to him. “Hey, is everything okay?” You called out, running--you didn’t know how you managed not to trip on the way--up to them. Jonathan was helping Nancy into the passenger seat of his car. “You’re my ride home, Jon. A-Are we leaving? ‘Cause I’ll go tell Billy and-”

Jonathan closed Nancy’s door and scratched the back of his neck. “Listen, (Y/N). I need to take Nancy home.”

“B-But my car is parked in front of her house. Can’t you-”

“I need to help her. She’ll barely be able to get to her doorstep, much less to her room without her parents noticing.”

“Jon, I can help-”

“Just… Billy can take you home, right?”

You tugged at your collar. “O-Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I guess he-”

“Great. Perfect. Thanks, (Y/N).” He said, before getting into his car and shutting the door. You smiled slightly and waved at him through his window, watching him drive away, into the dark night.

You stood there, unsure of how to get home.

You lived kind of far away, and your car was far away, too. Your feet would kill you if you walked. You didn’t want to ask Billy, because you knew he’d try to make some sort of disgusting move on you beyond kissing. You couldn’t call your mom and let her know you had left Dustin alone. You knew Dustin would be home and asleep by now, and there was no way he could even help you. You couldn’t ask someone at the party to drive you home, since you didn’t really know anyone there, and you didn’t trust anyone enough to spend time in their car with them, drunk and alone.

You didn’t know what to do.

So you took off your shoes, tears welling in your eyes, and started walking home.

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imperfections (67/?)

read it on ao3!

it is Always nice to return to regularly updating this fic. makes me feel so goddamn accomplished.

One of the most majorly frustrating parts of being newly human was that, with her pendant smashed, Anyanka had lost all magical capabilities. Though she hadn’t always been a vengeance demon, she had always had magic within her, and having that stripped from her felt like an extra blow to her dignity. Still, even without magic, you could pick up on weird vibes, and Anyanka was getting some seriously unusual feelings every time she passed the library that housed the Hellmouth.

Something was brewing. Something big. And Anyanka didn’t like that concept one bit. She needed her necklace back before things went haywire, and—

“Anya!”

Anyanka jumped, then turned, schooling her expression into her best substitute-teacher smile. “Jenny,” she said, infusing as much warmth into the name as she could. Surprisingly, she actually liked Jenny—in another life, if some man had treated her poorly, the lady might have made an excellent vengeance demon. “It’s good to see you. Listen, I was wondering—”

“—about the spell?” Jenny finished, giving Anyanka a small, nervous smile as she stepped into the classroom. “Of course. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting—honestly, I’m probably being a little too overprotective. It’s just that—well, you know the old adage. Magic is a dangerous thing when done with strangers.”

“I’m not too much of a stranger, I hope!” said Anyanka in as injured a tone as possible, deciding to play up the “gentle-and-hurt-young-thing” that seemed to work wonders with the idiot Watcher boy. “If you can’t trust your coworkers, Jenny, who can you trust?”

But Jenny was looking at her in the same half-thoughtful way that those annoying little Slayers had studied her. Anyanka didn’t like this development. “Still,” she said, “I hope you’ll understand my reticence. Those kids mean a lot to me.”

“For god’s sake, Calendar,” said Anyanka, finally breaking. “I’m not asking for your help in a Satanic ritual, and I’m not asking you to murder babies. All I want is my damn necklace, and I don’t have enough magical talent to even cast the spell with you. You can look the spell over yourself—hell, you can even look at a diagram of my necklace, okay? Just cast the spell!”

It took her a moment to realize that she’d let her mask slip, and then she winced. Her bluntness had never gone over well with humans, and Jenny’s trust in her was already wavering. Already backtracking, Anyanka hastily sweetened her smile, then said, “I’m sorry, it’s just been a long day and I—”

“You’re hiding something, aren’t you?” said Jenny conversationally.

Anyanka winced again, but kept her smile firmly plastered on. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not that good at pretending to be a sweet little ingénue,” said Jenny, who was grinning a little. “The key is, you know, not completely losing your temper when you don’t get exactly what you want. Also, you were a little heavy-handed with that whole not too much of a stranger, I hope—”

Anyanka scoffed, insulted. “I’ll have you know that that worked wonders in the Victorian era!” she huffed, then winced. “Um. Not…that I…would know?”

Jenny simply raised an eyebrow.

“Fine,” said Anya. “Yes. I am hiding something. But you know what, it is none of your business—”

“See, I think it kind of is,” said Jenny. “Because you were going to try and trick me into getting that necklace for a reason, right? And now that I know what you’re doing, I can take steps to make sure you don’t start turning to other people in this town for help.” She smiled, a small, thin, dangerous smile. “You don’t have to tell me your business,” she said, “but I think I’d like to know if you plan on hurting the people I care about.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” said Anya, infuriated.

“I don’t know,” said Jenny, and shrugged. “How badly do you want that necklace?”

God, Anya resented being one-upped, and it was made worse by the fact that she couldn’t help admiring Jenny for it. Not a lot of humans could pull this kind of stuff on her. “Okay,” she said. “Fine. But if I tell you, you help me get my necklace back, because I am not just giving away personal information for free.”

Jenny considered this. “Okay,” she finally said. “As long as you’re honest with me about why you need it, and as long as it isn’t putting Rupert or my kids in danger.”

This seemed like a perfectly reasonable deal to Anyanka. Sure, she wouldn’t be able to restore Charlotte Emerson’s wish (rewriting this timeline might put Jenny and her charges in danger, and Anyanka was a demon—ahem, human—of her word), but she would have her powers back, and she’d missed them. “All right,” she said. “I’m a vengeance demon.”

Jenny’s eyes narrowed a little, but she nodded.

“Technically,” said Anyanka, “I’m pretty sure you guys are the reason I’m human. I granted a wish to Charlotte Emerson, and then there was a bit of a kerfuffle—”

“I remember that!” said Jenny suddenly. “In the grocery store! Faith said she saw you talking to her—that would have been when you granted her wish, right?”

Jenny was grasping this a whole lot quicker than Anyanka had anticipated. “Have you met vengeance demons before?” she asked curiously.

“My relatives are pretty big on vengeance,” said Jenny, shrugging. “I read up on different branches of supernatural vengeance in college.” She crossed her arms, studying Anyanka with something that seemed only a hair away from judgment. “I did promise I’d help you,” she said slowly, “but I want to make it clear that I don’t agree with your mission, and that I expect you to leave Sunnydale after this is over.”

Anyanka felt a twinge of sadness at that. Odd as it was, she liked Jenny—bits of the woman reminded her a little of a younger Hallie—and knowing that she’d lost Jenny’s good opinion stung more than she had expected it to. “Why would you help me, then?” she asked. “If you fundamentally disagree with vengeance as a concept?”

Jenny hesitated. Then she said, “I promised, and I’m a girl of my word. Me holding back on my promise just means that you’re going to look for some other way to get your necklace back, and I don’t want that way to come at the expense of the people I care about.”

“I can respect that,” said Anyanka, and meant it. She hesitated, then said, “Thank you, Jenny. This…it means a lot to me.”

Jenny exhaled. “Okay, now I gotta ask,” she said. “Why the hell would vengeance mean so much to you?”

Anyanka almost didn’t want to answer that one. But Jenny had been honest with her, and she felt like she should return the favor. “It’s not about the vengeance,” she said. “It’s about…” She trailed off. “I was hurt,” she said. “Badly. And now I get to be the one that hurts people, and I think I like that.”

Jenny nodded. Then she said, “I was hurt too. I don’t know if it was as badly as you, and I don’t think it’s my place to ask, but now I’m someone that makes sure no one else is ever hurt as badly as I was. I think I like that a little better than whatever it is you’ve got going.”

Anyanka wasn’t sure what she could say to that.

“I’ll help you with the spell,” said Jenny. “But I think I have one more condition.”

“Oh?” said Anyanka.

“I think I want you to help us out today,” said Jenny, in the same careful voice Anyanka had heard her use on problem students. “Just today. And then I’ll cast the spell and you can go on your whole vengeance kick, but…” She trailed off. “I feel like I wouldn’t be doing the right thing,” she said, “if I didn’t at least give you one chance to try and help people.”

Obviously the idiot Watcher couldn’t be a part of any attempts to save the world, but Jenny and her group needed the library without interruptions—a problem easily solved by Anyanka asking Wesley out on a date right after school, one she had absolutely no intention of going on. As soon as it was clear that Wesley was headed well out of town to the address Anyanka had sent him, Jenny shepherded the marginally-less-idiotic Watcher and a ridiculous number of high schoolers into the library, motioning for Anyanka to follow.

So now Anyanka was sitting in on what a bunch of high schoolers called a “Scooby meeting,” watching as they all talked about some Polaroids of a dead member of the Sisterhood of Jhe like they didn’t know what it was. It took her a good forty-five minutes to realize that they actually didn’t know what it was, at which point she said with some exasperation, “That’s a member of the Sisterhood of Jhe,” and then had them all looking at her like she was some kind of savant. “What?” she said. “They screwed up a few of my wishes back in ’78, and I don’t forget a face.”

“So you just let us sit there guessing?” said the blonde slayer indignantly. The brown-haired slayer directed a murderous look at Anyanka.

Anyanka shot Brownie a murderous look right back. “It was blatantly obvious,” she retorted. “Anyone with half a brain should know about the Sisterhood!”

“Anya,” began Jenny.

“It is Anyanka!” said Anyanka, because they should have known that too! She was the only well-known vengeance demon that went by Anya on her time off. “Do any of you ever open a book in your free time?”

Giles opened his mouth, looking indignant; Jenny covered his mouth with her hand before he could speak. “Shush,” she told him. “The doctor says two more days and we’re adhering to that. Anyanka, can you tell us anything else about the Sisterhood of Jhe?”

“I don’t know,” said Anyanka petulantly. “Are you going to all yell at me just because I’m smarter than all of you?”

“Can I punch her?” said Brownie.

“I think I’d like to punch her too,” said Blondie.

“No punching,” said Jenny.

“Just tell us about the freaking Sisterhood so I can go home and fix my nails!” said Cordelia Chase, whose name Anyanka only knew because of annoyingly loud gossip in the hallways.

Anyanka obliged. “Apocalypse cult,” she said. “They’re here to try and end the world. Probably looking to open the Hellmouth, if their cave den is any indication. There’s way more of them than the ones you kids killed, though, so you should probably start preparing yourselves for that.” She leaned back in the chair, feeling extremely self-satisfied. “You know what, Jenny, you were right,” she said. “Helping people is fun.”

Jenny pressed a hand to her temple. “You’re really not helping, Anyanka,” she said. “You’re actually causing a whole bunch of problems.”

“How did she know all that stuff so fast?” demanded Cordelia’s boy toy.

“She’s a vengeance demon,” said Jenny. “Been around for centuries. She’s bound to pick a thing or two up.” She blushed a little. “Um. That is, according to Rupert.”

“Oh, is he doing that telepathy spell thing on you too?” said Blondie with interest.

“Does anyone else have any more questions?” said Anyanka. “That I can immediately and effortlessly answer?” She still very much intended to follow up on that necklace thing, but she was very much enjoying the fact that her long life had granted her enough wisdom to impress the mortals. “I know many things,” she added, “probably more than your obsolescent old Watcher and your airheaded new Watcher combined, though that still isn’t all that much—”

Giles was now beginning to look a little sad. Jenny was now beginning to look a little angry.

“Um, Ms. Jenkins?” said Willow tentatively. “I think you might want to stop. You’re starting to hurt people’s feelings.”

This took Anyanka by surprise. Hurt feelings had never been a thing she’d had to consider before. Shaking this off, she said somewhat impatiently, “Jenny, about that necklace—”

“We have bigger fish to fry,” said Jenny thinly. “Rupert, can you look up any and every mention of the Sisterhood of Jhe, see if they have any weaknesses? Buffy, Faith, I think we’re going to have to enlist Angel on this one. Everyone else, we’re going to be working on putting together an arsenal of weapons to use in the event that the Sisterhood does manage to open the Hellmouth.”

Anyanka didn’t like that she’d been so easily ignored. “Jenny,” she began, “don’t you want to ask me more questions?”

“Anya,” said Jenny. “As useful as your knowledge is, you’re only helping us out today. We can’t start depending on you to answer all our questions.”

Anyanka had never been depended on before. Anyanka was also beginning to realize that she had never been listened to before. “Well, I—I could help out with this one mission of yours,” she said. “Maybe. Seeing as all of you seem hell-bent on being as terrifyingly slow with your research as possible.”

“Aren’t you demons all about ending the world?” Cordelia said doubtfully.

“Spike wasn’t,” said Blondie thoughtfully.

Anyanka didn’t know what that meant, so she decided to answer Cordelia’s question. “If there’s no more world,” she said, “there’s no more vengeance, and I’m out of a job. At the very least, I can help all of you with this one crusade before it’s back to vengeance for me.”

“Just don’t undervalue Rupert’s contributions and we’re good,” said Jenny a little coolly.

It took Anyanka a moment to realize what Jenny meant. “Oh!” she said, then, “Your Rupert really is very bright, for a man. I didn’t mean to offend him.”

Giles looked a little wryly amused by this, but not quite as hurt. Strangely, the fact that she’d made someone smile, instead of cry, or rage, or scream, made Anyanka feel…not unpleasant. She filed this feeling away to examine at a later date.

#fic #imperfections #lots of anya because i love anya

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