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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Picnic Date

Pairing: Shugo Meian x Reader

Tags: Picnic date with a side of head, fluff, babymaking breeding kink, daddy kink, nipple sucking, oral sex, handjob, outdoor/public sex, mating press

Summary: Your titties look a little too good to be kept in that dress.

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: i tried looking up his bio to get a better idea of his personality but there's nothing. I def think hes a gemini sun and/or mars

-And also i do not support zoos and aquariums, i just can't think of where else people would go on a date☠️

18+ Minors DNI

You laid on the blanket, your head in his lap a little buzzed from the champagne you drank earlier, giggling with that soft smile of yours, him stroking your hair out of your face watching the cute little kids run around.

Going out with your fiance was a regular occurance, you’ve pretty much been (fucked) everywhere in the city with him. He loved to express his feelings for you by taking you on spontaneous dates; whether it be the beach in the middle of the night, the club, aquarium, and any new food place that opened up, loving watching you eat.

“Aren't they cute?” He said referring to the toddler pushing his baby brother on the swing. You already knew where this was going, yes you've daydreamed about starting a family together, but having a 6' 5., 200lb man's babies was a nightmare for your body. But that was overshadowed but the sincere look he had on his face watching them play, not to mention you were ovulating right now making your baby fever rise.

“Yeah” you shyly mumble, hoping he doesn't notice the blood rushing to your face, spoiler he does.

You try to take your mind off of that, feeding him the sliced up watermelon, keeping all the strawberries to yourself. His lips lingering on your sticky fingers. You loved babying him, yes he was a grown, strong ass man, but the second he was in your arms he melted, finding comfort in you.

“Your shoulders are stiff baby” you said, noticing it after leaning on them for hours “You want a massage?” you asked, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, already knowing the answer taking matters into your own hands.

“Yeah doll, whatever you want.” he said, giving you the go. You work your hands over his shoulders down his back, your boobs pushing against him, making him grow in his pants. You were just trying to have a cute date, but the way your body looked in that sundress was killing him. The thin straps leading down to the v-neck exposing your cleavage. The loose cotton material hugging your hips perfectly, stopping below your knees. Fuck you were pretty.

The tree behind you covered you two just enough, the park was empty enough now as it was now dinner time and all the families went home.

He thinks for a second, it not being the first time you two have fucked in public, the last time being in the locker room. All worries leave him as he grabs your neck pulling you in for a kiss, falling in his lap. His lips were warm and soft, parting slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside tasting the sweetness of the fruit.

He kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone and pulls your top to the side freeing your breast. “Meian” You moaned, the feeling of being exposed making you twitch.

His mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking greedily, gripping his hair pushing him into you more. Your tits feeling sensitive and sore, him latching his mouth onto you. He was so grateful for you being in his life, letting him use you as he needed. Him showing his love by giving you your every want and need.

You looked around making sure no one was here, the embarrassment of Hinata walking in on you two while he was balls deep in you in the locker room making cringe at the thought, but who were you to deny your fiance as sweet as he was?

You reach down palming his crotch until he was hard. Your fingers sliding slowly down not wanting to leave, unzipping his pants bringing his boxers down, precum staining the fabric pulling it down enough to uncover his cock.

You wanted to be his good girl, he was always so good to you. He’d never tell you no, whether it was wanting him to get you something or wanting to ride him in the middle of the night, he never told you no.

“nghh daddy” you whined, him finally giving you a break from abusing your tits. He tightly wrapped his other hand around your waist leaving an imprint, dragging you closer to him.

“You're so good to me angel.” He whispered, making you shudder. His low voice stirring something inside of you.

“Really daddy?” You asked, hoping to get confirmation that you were doing a good job, grabbing his balls underneath you.

“Fuck baby” he said, thrusting his hips, you squeezing his balls a little harder. He looked at you with heavy eyes, pleading for you to touch his throbbing cock.

You took him in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his shaft the best you could, stroking him slowly looking up to meet his eyes to see if you were doing a good job.

He looks at you grabbing your thigh to stabilize himself and reattaching himself to you tits, you made him feel like he was in heaven, what's better than getting played with by a pretty girl with her tits in his mouth.

“Fuck princess im close. You gonna let me cum in that little mouth of yours?” you don't respond, just moving your head down to be face to face with his cock stroking your hand faster, opening your mouth for whenever he was ready.

“Fuck y/n” he groaned, his voice crackling at his release. His cock still so sensitive in your hands. His cum dripping down your lips, you not being able to swallow it all.

“Clean it up” He said, referring to the mess in his lap. You quickly moved your mouth to his length kissing the tip, some cum still on it as you worked your way down. His hand grips your hair as you wrap your lips around him.

A throaty groan escapes and he rolls eyes back. He thrusts into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat making you gag and your eyes water, but you don't get off, still keeping him in your mouth.

You move your head up and down moaning at the feeling, wanting to reach down and relieve yourself but knowing he wouldn't allow it. Your eyes water this time not because you're choking but because you're needy, wanting to be touched also.

Your eyes flicker up and see him staring at you with his eyes drowning you in lust. His dark locks stuck to his forehead. His cheeks red with want as his breath quickens.

“Baby, fuck. I'm close”

You bob your head faster, hoping to push him over the edge sooner, your jaw hurting with each motion. His hand is wrapped in your hair again and you can feel his voice get strained and deeper letting you know he was about to cum again.

He doesnt pull out when he spills, his cock sitting in the back of your throat. You swallow his cum for the second time today. Him finally taking it out, looking at your disheveled appearance, wondering how you were so beautiful while looking like a mess.

“Cmere baby” he said dragging you in for a kiss, lifting your dress up enough to feel your drenched panties, not giving a fuck if anyone saw with the sun still out.

You loved his cock so much, borderline worshipping it. It filled you in all the right places, stretching your little cunny out while hitting your g spot, him being the only one that could ever make you feel this way.

“Daddy” you moaned. “ I need it daddy. Please” You whined out as he laid you on your back, hand behind your head making sure you didn't hurt yourself.

He parted your legs sliding your panties off, your body beneath him, your soft tits slipping out of your dress, your soaked pussy on display for him. Fuck he was in love.

“Hold on angel” he said, adjusting himself with your entrance, staying in this position so he could see your pretty face.

“You're such a good girl.” he said, slowly sliding his cock in against your whimpers. “Pretty girl, taking a cock too big for you” he continued, you grabbing his arms, leaving indents from your nails.

“Look at you, i haven't even bottomed out yet and you've already made a mess” he teased, putting your legs on his shoulders, stroking your cheek.

“Uhhngh please” you cried trying to hold on as he finally settled into you and started thrusting

“Meian please” you said not knowing what you were begging for.

“Hmm” he froze, stopping his movement.

“s-sorry daddy” you realized correcting yourself. “sorry please... please”

“Guess I’ll just have to pull out then” he said slowly taking his cock out looking at your teary eyes all distraught

“No! Dont pull out. Daddy pleaseee, no, please please... nghhah” you cried out like the world was gonna end if he didnt fuck you.

“Hmm? You want me to cum in you? You want my babies?” he teased, getting off on the fact that he knew you got turned by the thought of having his kids. The embarrassment appearing on your face, highly aware of your needs, you turned your face away looking at the grass beside you.

“Hmm? u gonna be my good girl?” He said cupping your jaw to look at him.

“Yes daddy” you said reaching your arms out trying to grab him in for a kiss.

“Nope only good girls get to kiss daddy”

“Nooo daddy please!” You cried again, needing his touch.

“U gonna let me stuff you full?”

“Yea-ah” you said pulling your legs back exposing your sloppy cunt, needing him to be in you again.

“There’s my good girl” he praised leaning down into you, thrusting in you getting harder each time.

“D-daddy m’gonna make a mess” You cried coming closer to your orgasm. You feeling him batter your cervix and g spot at the same time making your tummy burn and seeing white.

“You are sweet girl? Go ahead. Do it.” He cooed, encouraging you to let go. You listened and quickly came, clenching around him making him follow soon after.

He brought you up against him, his still being in you whispering sweet praise while stroking your head. You feel so content in his arms, enough to fall asleep, but unfortunately you two had to walk home as the sun was setting.

“Love you meian” You said, snuggling in him yawning

“Love you too angel” he replied, kissing your forehead as you two watched the sun set in the distance, trying you best to stay awake. The both of you never being as happy as you were together.

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aalbedo · 3 years

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tartaglia x injured!reader

request: Hello! How about scenario where character offers help to injured!gn!reader, who is very mistrustful of and reluctant to accept it? I smh love the dynamic "no I don't want your help or anything to do with you but I don't really have a choice". And yeah, I feel like Tartaglia fits it well though you may choose whoever you feel like T v T

format: two-parter (part two here)

ship: tartaglia x reader

tags: reader is the traveler-ish (a completely separate character from aether and lumine, but still the traveler, does that make sense?)

warnings: blood, mildly graphic depiction of injury, stitches and needles

words: 1951

notes: this request awoke something in me, i feel like i could’ve written an entire 70k words fic on this if i had the energy. im sorry anon but i kinda went off the rails with this one hfjdkhfd i hope you still enjoy it. also yeah the header is mildly fucked up because i don’t have the energy to find a better png ok.

You fell to the ground, placing your hands right in a small puddle of your own blood, while a ruin hunter laid on the ground, defeated. Your legs had given in, as a sharp pain hit you through your entire left thigh. There was a large cut on your pants, through which you could see a long, bloody, wound on your skin left by the mechanical monstrosity. It wasn’t too deep, but damn if it hurt.

You squeezed your eyes closed, and let out a loud groan. Reaching a hand into your bag, you pulled out the antiseptic solution you always brought with you, and found out that the bottle was empty. You rummaged more through the bag, looking for a numbing cream, an analgesic potion, even just a remnant of a bandage, anything that could help. Nothing.

Panic started settling in your chest, you were completely alone, in the middle of Lisha, where Hilichurls could attack you at any moment, and you were injured just enough that you wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone run away or even fight. You laid down with your back to the ground and covered your face with your hands, as your palms suffocated another loud groan.

You would have to crawl all the way back to the city, or until you found someone willing to help you before fainting from the slow, but consistent, loss of blood. Or worse, dying from shock.

Suddenly, you heard a voice in the distance yell “hey!” Then a second time, with a clearly worried tone in their voice. The pain in your leg made it almost impossible for you to focus on recognizing who that voice belonged to, but it didn’t matter - you were about to finally get some help. You kept your eyes closed as you raised a hand and waved it, showing whoever your savior was where you were.

As you didn’t move from the ground, you heard steps, quickly getting closer to you, until you could feel the presence of someone right above you.

“Oh thank the Archons, I’m completely out of-” you opened your eyes and were met with two bright blue irises staring into yours, and all of the sudden you recognized the voice from before.

“Did that ruin hunter hit you?” Tartaglia was perched right next to your injured leg, already starting to open a backpack that you didn’t recognize as his. He moved his eyes to your thigh and reached out a hand towards it. You swiftly moved the leg away from him, forgetting that it would make it hurt even more, and whimpered when the pain grew.

“I don’t want help from a Harbinger, least of all you” you spat out as you slowly sat up and used your hands to back away from him.

“Stop moving, or you’ll make it worse,” he said plainly as he stood up and followed you, while you kept backing away ignoring the pain through your leg.

“I’ll lose a leg before I let the fatui help me.”

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just watch you crawl all the way back to the Harbor.” He crossed his arms. Oh, he thought he was being funny?

You kept backing away with your arms, until you felt something hard hit your back. A rather large rock was blocking your way, and you would have to crawl around it, and the young man laughed, slowly walking towards you as he took his gloves off and put them in a pocket. You tried moving sideways, but he was quick to crouch down and grab you by the ankle, the one on the injured side, right when you moved.

You inhaled and closed your eyes as a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Are you out of your mind? That hurt!”

He kept your ankle pinned to the ground. “Don’t move,” he ordered. He used his free hand to carefully move the ripped fabric of your clothes out of the way, and get a better look of your wound. You started to feel lightheaded as you saw him tear the fabric further.

You felt some sort of damp cloth on your skin,figuring it was being used to clean the blood off your injury. Tartaglia was being so careful that you could barely feel it, it seemed like he had done this a million times before. You closed your eyes, placing a hand over them, and tilted your head forward, suddenly feeling overcome with dizziness.

“You’re losing a lot of blood. If you hadn’t moved, it would not be this bad right n-” he interrupted himself and he called your name. “You still with me?”

“Mh- huh-uh” you started feeling uneasy. You opened your eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of the wound and immediately looked away. So much blood.

“Stay awake, don’t close your eyes again.” You heard a ruffling of fabric, the damp cloth wasn’t on your skin anymore. “Tell me about the Archons.”

“What?”

“Tell me all of the Archons’ names and their elements,” he repeated. You couldn’t figure out why he wanted you to tell him, but you followed his order, keeping your eyes away from your wound, and instead fixating on the grass beneath you. You were feeling too dizzy to protest, your only choice was to trust him, despite all of your instincts yelling at you to get away from him.

“Okay, there’s... Barbatos, god of Anemo.” You heard more fabric rustling coming from him, but you refused to look at what he was doing.

“Yes, then?”

The dizziness was still overwhelming, but you managed to keep talking, “Morax, god of Geo.” Clinking of glass, probably bottles. “Tsaritsa, goddess of Cryo.”

“Mh-mh.” He sounded… focused. What was he doing?

“Baal, goddess of- Fuck!” The skin around the wound started burning, and so did the wound itself. You bit your lip hard and groaned as the burning kept going on and on, your skin was itching and for a split second it was almost unbearable. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Antiseptic potion,” he replied plainly. “I had to find a way to distract you or you wouldn’t have let me use it.”

“Bastard.” Your skin kept burning, but you slowly got used to the pain as you watched the clear potion sizzling over your still open wound.

He barked a laugh, “I’m trying to help you over here, you’re very welcome.”

You looked at his hands as he skillfully kept cleaning your wound, now there was way less blood coming out and you were starting to feel slightly more at easy. He lifted his head and looked right into your eyes.

“It’s not too deep, but it would probably be better if I stitched it.”

“You sound like you’ve done this before.”

“Of course I have, you think these healed themselves?” he asked, pointing at the seemingly long scar that started from the base of his neck and went down under his shirt. “At some point you have to learn how to stitch them up yourself.”

You exhaled deeply, still keeping your eyes on his. You realized that his irises resembled the starconches you had seen laid in the sand of Yaoguang Shoal’s beaches.

“Do you have an anaesthetic something to make the stitching hurt less, at least?”

He looked into the bag, moving things around, as if he had no idea what was actually inside the backpack. So it definitely wasn’t his.

He shook his head, pursing his lips slightly. “No, sorry.”

“It’s…” you pondered over it. You would probably have to go all the way to Bubu pharmacy to get an anaesthetic, and on the way there you might lose even more blood. “It’s okay.”

From his backpack, that you hadn’t realized was laid on the ground by your feet, he pulled out a small tin box, and from the box he took out an interestingly shaped needle, recurved like a crescent moon, then a pair of tweezers and a thread so thin you could barely see it.

Just by looking at the needle, you felt uneasy again. “Are you sure we can’t go to the Harbour and get help there?”

“We can do that, if that’s what you prefer, but I would have to carry you - I doubt you could walk at all right now.”

Somehow, the embarrassment of other people seeing you being carried, bridal style, by Tartaglia was stronger than any pain you might have to go through to get these stitches done.

“Fuck it, do it. But be quick.”

“I will try my best,” he said, and his tone sounded genuine to you. You still couldn’t believe you were trusting him like this, after everything he had done to you. “Try to think about something else, focus on anything but the stitches, it’ll hurt less.” He passed the thread through the needle’s hole with surprising skill.

“Okay, uh-” you watched him hover the needle over your skin, probably thinking about the fastest and least painful way to do the job. You moved your gaze from the open would to look at his face, and his expression seemed calm enough to put you somewhat at ease.

His lips were slightly parted and you noticed that he was biting his own tongue, the amount of focus he was putting into helping you was so intriguing to you, you could have never had imagined that he would be so… caring. At least not to you.

You suddenly felt the needle prick through your skin and you whimpered slightly. “Sorry,” he quickly said, before using the tweezers to make the needle pass through your skin and grab it again on the other end.

He repeated the process a few times, slowly pulling the thread every now and then to make the stitch tighter. You observed him the entire time, his eyes quickly darting from one spot to the other, his nose and mouth breathing at a steady pace. You saw him scrunch up his nose a few times, probably to release tension.

Each stitch hurt, you could feel the entire needle pass through your skin and come out again every single time, but you didn’t protest at all, and instead focused on counting the freckles on Tartaglia’s nose bridge, watching the muscles under his skin move every time he swallowed, and carding your fingers through the grass, accidentally ripping some every now and then.

“Done,” you heard him say in an unexpectedly cheerful tone. “I have some bandages, but I don’t think they’re enough for this large of a cut. Though, now that it’s stitched up, it’s probably safe for you to move, and I can help you get to the Harbor where you can buy some numbing potion and bandages.”

You looked down at the wound, and to your relief the stitches looked like they would hold together pretty well. “Sure, I think I can hop for a while, if you hold me.”

He picked up both his and your bag, putting them over his shoulder, then reached out a hand towards you and you realized just how bloody his hands were, as well as his clothes. You grabbed it with your own bloody hand and slowly stood up, placing your weight on the healthy leg. He placed your arm around his shoulders and put his own behind your back, holding you up.

“Ready to go?”

“Mh-mh.” You started walking in the direction of the Harbor, hopping on one leg while Tartaglia held you up.

“Whose backpack is that?” you tried asking.

“Honestly? No idea.”

“What were you doing here in Lisha, anyway?”

“Just some Fatui business, don’t worry about it,” he quickly dismissed your question.

“Always so secretive.”

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world-of-aus · 3 years

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I’ve Got You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (use of vibrator, fingering, p in v, use of daddy, princess, and sir) If you are not 18+ please stop reading here! This is not for your eyes!

A/N: this was supposed to be out this weekend BUT life happens! Anywho this is my first time trying out a more dominant(soft) side of Bucky, but with tales of submission being released in the near future I need to dip my toes somewhere and I’ll be honest I was thirst trapped all weekend. Please enjoy my mess. Happy Readings!

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He’s hard; cock twitching in his slacks as he watches you writhe helplessly on the bed.

“Bucky please,” you plead the noise dying off into a moan as a jolt of pleasure courses through you.

“Sorry what was that princess,” he hums over the sound of the vibrator buried between your legs.

You pull against the restraints holding you to the board of the bed, a smirk tugs at his lips, “what’s wrong,” he coos, “you wanted to cum didn’t you,” he questions, “you wanted to cum so badly that you even broke the rules I set for you,” his legs part, his hand gliding down his torso to cup his aching cock. “If you really stop and think about it, I’m just helping you out.”

“In fact,” he murmurs squeezing his length a low hiss falling from his lips, “why don’t you thank me for being so generous?”

He watches you writhe on the bed, your muscles tense as you try and pull away from the onslaught of pleasure coursing between your parted legs.

“Please,” you breathe, the clanking of the metal cuffs adding to the rushed noise of the room.

Bucky raises a brow, his hand stills then moves away as he sits forward. You stop moving though your thighs quiver with the anticipation of release.

“I didn’t ask you to beg princess, what I did tell you was to thank me for being so generous and letting you cum, don’t you think daddy deserves a thank you from his good girl?”

Your hips begins to roll against the vibrator, a giveaway that your moments from falling apart.

“Well,” he questions with a smirk, “what do we say princess?”

Your lips part a moan tumbling out, “t-thank you s-sir - oh god,” you squeal as your head falls back body taut and tense as your orgasm hits you.

Buckys smirk turns predatory as he watches you fall apart on the silk sheets.

A growl bubbles deep within his chest as he pushes off the chair stalking towards you.

Too lost in the pleasure you don’t catch when he closes the distance between the two of you, don’t feel the moment the bed dips or his hands reach for the strap that holds the toy to your wet heat.

Bucky wastes no time getting his hands on you, his fingers delving into your slick. Your eyes pop open back arching almost instantly as he fucks his fingers roughly into your heat.

He revels in the moans he’s drawing from you, the pleas falling from your lips, “you’re so beautiful, all spread out like this for me.”

“Bucky please,” you whine, “please,” and he can hear the struggle you give against the cuffs.

His fingers don’t slow as he looms over you, “oh you want to touch, is that it, princess wants to touch?”

You whine low in your throat, pulling on the cuffs further as you let out a pitiful ‘yes please’.

Bucky tsked a smirk tugging at his lips as he flicked his thumb over your clit drawing your pleasure further, “see now that's too bad,” he answers, “you should have thought about that before you touched yourself, didn’t I tell you what would happen if you disobeyed tonight?”

Your thighs clenched, muscles tense at the approach of your second orgasm, though the pleasure was masked by the smack to your spread legs, “answer me,” he growls, “didn’t i tell you what would happen if you disobeyed?”

You give a futile nod, “yes what,” he questions with another smack to your thigh, his fingers stilling altogether. A low whine leaves your lips, “y-yes you told me there would be consequences if i disobeyed your rules.”

“and what rule did you disobey princess,” he questions his fingers moving within you once more.

“I-i touched myself before you got home.”

“You touched yourself before I got home,” he murmurs, his fingers buried deep in your wet heat, digits curled as he sought out the bundle of nerves that would have you screaming his name a second time.

“and since you decided to touch yourself without permission, now you don’t get to touch at all isn’t that right?”

A whine leaves your lips because god did you want to touch; wanted to feel the littered scars that kissed his sculpted body, but you had disobeyed, and you know daddy didn’t like to play.

A smirk kisses the corner of his mouth, his body covering yours as he leans down to press his lips to yours. Its a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he demands that you cum, “C’mon princess,” he growls, fingers pressed in deep, “come for me baby, come on daddy’s fingers.”

He swallows the loud moan of his name, his tongue sliding into your mouth to muffle your screams of pleasure. You struggle against the restraints, your body trying to roll away from his fingers the pleasure overwhelming.

“ah, ah, ah,” he growls his hand slipping away from the slick between your legs, “don’t put up a fight if you know what's good for you, and you know what's good for you, don’t you princess,” he questions his pussy slicked fingers gliding up your naked body.

“yes daddy.”

“now that's a good girl,” he hums, “open, get my fingers cleaned up.”

Your lips part tongue peeking out as he brings his dips the digits passed your parted lips.

“you see, you can be good for me,” he groans grinding his aching cock against your hip, “you can be so good for me can’t you,” he questions his fingers slipping out of your lips with a wet ‘pop’.

And you were good for him, you were so good for him, but sometimes you liked to rile the burly man up, liked to see how much you could get out of him.

“You gonna be a good girl and let daddy fuck this pretty pussy,” he hums fingers gliding back down to your heat

Your cunt throbs with want; the filthy promise filling you with the desire to be filled, “please,” you moan.

“god I know you want it, always so eager for it,” he answers as he pulls away, “look at this pretty pussy,” he sounds wrecked and you’ve barely done a thing.

His fingers dipping into your heat have all coherent thoughts flying out the window, ‘fuck me’ you thought.

“you want me to fuck you princess,” he whispers leaning down to nip at you ear.

“Yes please, want you, need you to fuck me daddy,” you answer leaning up to press your mouth to his.

Bucky growls against your lips, “since you asked me so nicely.”

You watch with dazed - hungry eyes as he pushes up his hands working his own slacks down, cock springing free from the confines of his blackened material.

Your tongue runs over your bottom lip, “like what you see sweetheart,” he grins pumping himself a few times, the tip running over you wet folds.

Another plea falls from your lips as he lines himself up with your entrance sinking in slowly, low groans falling from both of your mouths.

Bucky’s head falls back feeling your pussy clench around his aching member, “fuck that feels so good,” he hisses through gritted teeth. He falls forward forehead pressing against yours, his warm breath fanning across your face.

His eyes are dark with desire; as he sits sheathed inside of you, a desperate need grows from within you as you feel his cock throb inside of your warmth.

“fuck me, please fuck me,” you moaning against his lips.

His hips pull back slowly, his cock dragging within you leaving behind a delicious burn, he’s just at the tip before he’s slamming back in. The pace he sets is relentless, your body sliding against the sheets till he has you nearly pressed against the head board.

His hips drive into you, hands keeping you in place as he fucks up into you.

Moans of his name falling from your lips, in a desperate plea for release.

His thrusts grow wild, desperate, muscles tense under your legs that keep him bound to you. You loved having Bucky like this; so desperate, so needy, so very out of control.

Your close and Bucky can tell, your walls clenching around him tightly as he draws your wound up body closer to release, “you going to cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my cock,” he questions fingers sliding down to circle your aching clit.

A loud moan is falling from your lips as he drops in close to you,“Cum for me y/n, come on baby cum for me,” he moans into your ear, licking over the shell of it, that’s all it takes for him to have you falling apart in his arms. Your back arches, chest pressing into his as your orgasm takes over your body. The moans falling from your lips is enough to send him over as well, his warmth filling you up, “fuck y/n!” he groans continuing to fuck you through both your orgasms.

He slumps forward body crushing yours, face nuzzling your neck as he breathes you in, “you did so good for me princess, so good,” he murmurs.

Your hands tug at the restraints fingers aching with the need to touch, Bucky’s picks up on the urgency.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t worry I’ve got you.”

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modern-vellichor · 3 years

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Heeeeeeeeey!!!!! I was wondering if you could write a wandaxfem!reader prompt with a angst that doesn’t necessarily involves them breaking up? Like maybe reader and Wanda both sort of retired after the twins and then reader gets kidnapped and Wanda has to go look for her or something?

WLW FICS!!!!! LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO

I'm allowed to be excited bc im wlw. anyway kinda angsty fic. its more set after the reader gets back from being kidnapped and isn't the same so :* enjoy. its v fluffy at the end.

“Y/N?” Wanda screamed as she tore through the compound.

You had gone missing a few days ago, and Wanda and the rest of the team had been searching nonstop. They hadn’t slept at all in days, but neither had you.

“Wanda?” You cried, you were sure you were hearing things.

If they heard you making any noise, they’d come and torture you again. You had tried everything. You had promised to become one of them, you had shown them pictures of your two little boys. Nothing was working.

Red light flashed and you were blinded as you heard metal clash to the floor. It really was Wanda, and she was running to rip you from your binds. She held you close to her chest as she floated back through the compound.

Every officer who came near you got their neck snapped one way or another. You smiled weakly at the rest of the team as the sunshine shone on your pale face, you hadn’t seen the sun in days. You had missed her.

“Wanda, love. Put me down,” you cooed.

She sat you gently on the grass next to the ship. You ran your fingers through the green blades, breathing in the fresh air. You relished the warmth of the sun on your skin. For a moment, you were free.

And then it came crashing down on top of you. Days of relentless torture invaded every crevice of your mind and you wailed. You screamed, sobbed, shook and trembled until Wanda came and cradled you. Everyone watched, shocked and terrified. Relief filled their bodies, at least you were safe. But they couldn’t bear to watch you like this.

Wanda carried you onto the ship. You sat silently, a drastic contrast to the breakdown you had outside. You didn’t respond to anyone. You weren’t entirely here. You were a broken shell of the woman you once were, and you had no idea where that woman had gone.

“Y/N, love,” Wanda cooed as she came into your bedroom. She flung open the curtains, you recoiled from the light. “Let’s get out of bed, dear. The boys miss their mom, they haven’t seen you. We'll go for a walk, yeah?"

You hadn’t left the house in days. You barely even left your bedroom. You spent your days silently stewing under piles of blankets.

“Mom?” Tommy called out tentatively, the boys were old enough to know that something was wrong. “Can we come in?”

You perked up at the sound of your son’s voice. You refused to let them see you like this. You smiled as you sat up against the headboard, your boys smiled back at you.

“Of course! Come here,” you patted the mattress either side of you.

The twins crawled up next to you and snuggled into your sides. You squeezed them tightly and laughed.

“How are my two favourite boys?”

Wanda watched with tears in her eyes. At least you could pretend to be yourself, at least you remembered who you had been before all this. The boys cuddled with you for at least half an hour before Wanda ushered them out and took their place.

She wrapped her arms around your waist and rest her head on your chest. You could feel the tears running off her cheeks and onto your own skin. You brought a hand to run through her hair.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m sorry, please. Don’t cry. C’mon, baby, don’t cry.”

You maneuvered yourself down the bed to kiss away her tears.

"Let's go for a walk, yeah?"

Her eyes sparkled at your question, she nodded eagerly. You entered the kitchen hand in hand with Wanda, both boys smiled widely at you.

"Wanna go to the park? We can play tag?"

The boys burst into a chorus of cheers at the suggestion.

Wanda leant against a tree, watching you chase the twins around. You looked exactly like your old self as your laughs filled the air.

You smiled widely at her for a moment, before turning around and roaring at Tommy, who had snuck up behind you.

Wanda laughed, and thanked the heavens that you were back to normal.

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Shutter - pt 6

a/n: THIS SHIT TOOK SO DAMN LONG AND IM SORRY ive just been dealing with people moving and going out to do stuff and having little motivation to actually write so im VERY sorry that this took years. also, this chapter is way more nsfw than my other chaps so it is of course inspired by @lxdy-starfury‘s absolutely BEAUTIFUL nsfw art so plsssssss check that out because she’s incredible. also this is the last part of this main series, who knows, if people ask or I feel like it ill write more in this au for this pairing. well see!! for now im happy to completely finish it

also I know that my masterlist is fucky rn, im looking for the time to fix it, so if you want to see a specific fic or even all my fics for a specific pairing or book, don’t hesitate to message me or send me an ask!! im happy to point yall in the right direction, and when its not a request, I usually get to asks pretty quickly so yeah!!

words: 3.7k

warnings: unwanted advances, nsfw at the endddd

tagging: @lxdy-starfury, @huntress1024, @anotherbeingsworld, @brightpinkpeppercorn, @chaotic-ramsay-queen, @brycemaloliver

Tyril was letting his PhD go to waste. He was letting it all go to waste because his brain was pouring out of his ears as his eyes took in the purely magnificent sight of Naexi in that skin tight purple dress, hugging every curve just right and accentuating her breasts with a low V neckline. The way the fabric moved with her every step was captivating, drawing his attention to every little piece of her body, tantalizingly revealed and taunting him.

“You’re going to catch flies, Tyril.” She was fumbling with her clutch, checking to make sure that her phone fit inside and then turning around to grab something else. This new angle gave him a perfect view of her backside, filling out the dress as if it was made for her. In all honesty, his sharp tuxedo had caught her eye as well, but the large field of crimson spread across his cheeks and nose was a reminder of how much better she was at holding her feelings about Tyril in. Tyril, however, could barely keep his hands to himself in her room, in the living room, in the kitchen, and on the drive over to the gala.

“Of course you own a stupidly expensive car.” Naexi ran her hands over the smooth leather seats and the crisp finish of the wood on the dashboard. The car was clean, making her feel like if she continued to touch anything, her fingerprints would forever ruin the surfaces.

“It’s a nice car.” His hand was on her thigh, covered by the fabric of the dress but no doubt covered in faded love bites meticulously placed by Tyril. She only hummed her response, briefly distracted by the way his thumb was rubbing circles on her inner thigh, spindly fingers inching toward her core as if it was magnetized. His inability to draw his hand away suggested that he was most definitely not thinking about the car. She only hummed, insistent on keeping any gratification he was giving her to herself; it only encouraged him to drag his fingers over the apex of her thighs, her core only separated from his fingertips by two flimsy pieces of fabric.

“You better not crash it,” she teased, still stoic. Quickly, Tyril figured out that continuing his current path was only going to hurt him in the long run, so he ran a finger back down to her knee as they arrived at the large hall his father had booked for the gala. He knew that this night was already going to be one of schmoozing and torture, but he still barely looked forward to it since he knew Naexi would be at his side.

“Hey, elf boy!” a voice called to his left as he gave his keys to the valet with a hefty tip. Naexi turned and was met with a man a few inches shorter than her with wavy brown hair and a smile that betrayed that he was up to no good.

“I told you not to call me that, you rogue,” Tyril grumbled, begrudgingly clasping hands with the man and patting his back as he was pulled into a hug.

“You can’t just say that people think you’re an elf in an interview and then expect not to be called elf boy,” he reasoned, sending a wink Naexi’s way. “I’m Mal Volari, and you’re gorgeous.” He gently took her hand in his and pressed his lips to the back of it, never breaking eye contact.

“Mal…” Tyril cautioned, palm spreading protectively over his girlfriend’s side.

“Don’t worry, Ty.” She tamely ran her fingers through the hair that fell so gracefully over his ears, hiding the blush that had started to touch the barely pointed tops of them. Mal smiled knowingly. “I’m Naexi, Tyril’s date.”

“I’ve heard much about you.” They began walking into the gala, all gold finishing and sparkling diamonds adorning the necks and hands of New York’s elite, and Naexi couldn’t help but feel completely out of place. Mal rambled on at her side, so she took advantage of his distraction to whisper to Tyril, who already looked bored.

“This is weird.”

“Indeed,” he murmured, his deep baritone accompanying the words quite nicely. Already, people were beginning to stare as they made the rounds, hopping from rich group to rich group. Mal had abandoned them to camp at the open bar.

“Why do people look at me like that?”

“I apologize, it’s my fault. I’ve not had a date to one of these things in quite some time.” They had sat at one of the tables, a glass of champagne in each of their hands as they took a break from socializing.

“Ah, yes; the elusive bachelor Tyril Starfury.” She threw her hand out in the air to indicate a headline. He smiled.

“I don’t know how I ever got through one of these things without you.”

“Mal never helped? Or Imtura?”

“Imtura always takes her job as security seriously and Mal enjoys the expensive champagne my father orders.” Tyril nodded his head at where his friend was gesturing wildly, no doubt telling a story of his travels to a handsome man with a starry look in his eyes. “As well as the company these events attract.”

“Will I get to meet your father?” The question threw Tyril off his balance, but he quickly recovered.

“Well, he usually finds me along with my sister so--”

“Big brother!” Two pale arms wrapped around Tyril’s shoulders and squeezed, holding him close. His eyes lit up as the woman behind him kissed his cheek. “Staying as asocial as always, I see.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Not for your company, no.” The woman’s eyes flicked to Naexi’s, as piercing as her brother’s but leagues warmer. “You’re Naexi? I’ve seen your work. You’re very good.”

She smiled as she responded. “Really? That means so much, thank you. You must be Adrina.” She stuck her hand out, but exclaimed a small “oh!” when Adrina pulled her up from the chair to give her a hug.

“Everyone’s here for my father, so I’m allowed to break stuffy old etiquette.” Her laugh was light and airy, like a sweet breeze on a summer day. A man with Tyril’s pale skin and dark hair appeared behind her, posture straight and face neutral. Tyril stood quickly, taking his place in front of his father and next to Naexi.

“Hello, Father.”

“Tyril! I’m glad to see that you found a date in time.” His tone was one of pride that barely hid the small element of surprise.

“Yes, this is Naexi.” The feeling of Tyril’s warm grip on her waist was already enough to make her knees buckle, but she forced herself to stay upright to shake his father’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. Your gala is truly beautiful.”

“What else do we ever expect from the famed Valir Starfury?” a smooth voice sounded from her right, and her head quickly swiveled to see who it belonged to. The man’s smile was friendly and inviting, but upon closer inspection, the feeling never reached his eyes. His mop of curly hair was perfectly styled to make him look boyish, but with the way Tyril’s grip tightened ever-so-slightly, Naexi knew something was off.

“Aerin.”

“Tyril, is that how you greet an old friend?” Aerin laughed, sloshing his champagne in its glass. He turned a predatory gaze on her. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a date, Ty.” The man next to her stood completely still, his eyes narrowed. “Who was the last...Kaya?”

“And your point?” Tyril’s response was sharp enough to make Adrina take the smallest step toward him. Aerin continued to stare at Naexi while addressing Tyril.

“You sure know how to pick them, hm? You have a keen eye for beauty.” Aerin winked, but it made Naexi’s heart flutter and skin crawl. She shifted in her heels, ignoring the pain in her feet. There was palpable tension in the air between the five of them, suffocating and humid. Naexi racked her brain to find some way to cut it.

“I have to use the restroom.” The statement came off far louder than she intended, but it still did the trick. Aerin blinked, taken aback by her exclamation, and Adrina surged forward to take hold of her wrist, pulling her away from her brother and through the crowd of high rollers.

“I’ll take you!” Adrina said, hoping that the men would get the hint. As soon as they were out of earshot, she let out a sigh. “Thank goodness you got us out of that one. I’ve never been more grateful for girl code.”

“Who was that? He was charming but…”

“Sleazy? Yeah, you’re not the only one. That’s Aerin Valleros, heir to WhiteTower Corporations. He acts like he’s the best thing since sliced bread, but he’s been in more scandals than I can count.” Adrina visibly shuddered. “He’s creepy.”

“Didn’t he assault his brother or something?” Naexi asked, remembering the name popping up in one of the numerous headlines Nia sent her a while back.

“Yup, they fought over who was going to take over the company. Beat him so bad that his brother stepped down.”

“Holy shit.” They had reached a wall next to the opening for the bathroom, so they stood outside and leaned against it to talk. “Everyone here is insane.”

“Yeah, I feel kind of bad for leaving Tyril with him.”

“What’s their beef?” Adrina sent a wide-eyed glance to Naexi.

“People really say that?” She let out a delighted laugh. “I love that! Anyway, Tyril used to be engaged to this girl Kaya, but she cheated on him with Aerin and they planned to take over the Starfury company together.” She grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing tray and took a long sip. “But then her assistant leaked information to the press and she disappeared.”

“Do you guys live in a Lifetime movie?”

“Pretty much,” Adrina sighed, seemingly searching for someone in the crowd in front of them.

“Did you come here with a date?” Adrina hummed her answer and Naexi gently nudged her bare arm. “Go find them. I’ll be fine here.”

“You sure?”

“Go on!” Naexi waved her hands to shoo her off and leaned back against the wall to sip her champagne. Just as she was about to go find Tyril, a sultry voice and a large hand on her forearm held her in place.

“Hello.” Aerin was polite, but kept his hand on her. She felt goosebumps rise along the back of her neck and Adrina’s explanation of who he was repeated in her mind.

“Hi.”

“I apologize for the uncomfortable situation earlier. I’m afraid Tyril and I aren’t on the best of terms.” He seemed genuinely concerned, and for the briefest second, Naexi felt her guard fall.

“Should I be the one you’re apologizing to?” Her champagne barely stayed in her glass as he slammed his hand onto the wall behind her, bringing his face close to hers and smirking when she backed up to the hard surface. No one around her seemed to notice.

“You’re quick. It’s attractive. Do you think I’m attractive?”

“Trapping a woman because you can’t get her to come to you isn’t attractive,” Naexi drawled, keeping her gaze locked on his. He was simmering and dangerous; one wrong move could make him boil over, but she figured that he had more to lose than a random photographer here as a plus-one.

“What does Tyril have that I don’t?” At this, his breath cascaded over her face, and she didn’t know what he had been drinking all night, but it certainly wasn’t the expensive, barely alcoholic bubbles that were being passed around.

“Better alcohol tolerance, for one.” She winced as he laughed.

“Funny.”

“It wasn’t a joke.” Before she could speak again, Aerin gave a yelp as his tuxedo was yanked back, making him stumble into Tyril, who caught him easily.

“It’s time for you to leave, Aerin.” People were finally beginning to stare as Tyril walked Aerin out, who was mumbling about his kingdom. Naexi followed, easily hailing a taxi and pushing the drunk man into the back seat with a purposeful shove. The night was cold, and she turned to walk back inside when she felt a tug on her wrist. Looking back, she saw Tyril with his cold, slender fingers against her skin. “I don’t want to go back in.”

“Wanna head to your place?”

“Desperately,” he breathed, pulling her close to him and handing his ticket and a tip to the valet. His hand was wrapped around her waist exactly how it had been for the entire night, but this time felt different. His hands were always cold, but his touch was burning with a promise, which he kept as soon as they shut the door to his apartment.

His kisses were always encompassing, as if he captured every atom of her being between the seam of his lips, his teeth grazing every thought in her mind and his fingers brushing her soul. His movements were deliberate as he walked her backwards to his bedroom, slipping her dress off and letting it pool on the floor next to the sleek coffee table. She was more hurried, eagerly tugging his jacket off and tossing it in the hallway. Finally, they reached his room, vast and cold but slowly thawing. A well-placed kiss to his now-exposed collarbone had him gasping.

“Please…” he breathed, falling back onto the bed by himself as she stayed standing above him. She looked down on him, studying the way his chest rose and fell so quickly and the way his lips were ever-so-slightly parted, caught in the guarantee of pleasure that was soon to come. He gazed at her as if she was the only person left for him in the world.

He made her believe it.

“Tell me what you want, Tyril.” His words seemed to get caught in his throat as she, bare and only clad in a thin pair of black panties, got onto her knees on the bed and straddled him, already moving to unbutton his fancy shirt and pants. She could feel him hardening beneath her and gave an experimental grind, pulling out a low moan from his chest. His hands were loosely placed on her hips, but they traveled down to stroke her thighs.

“Please,” he repeated, sitting up to shrug off his shirt and unintentionally hitting his forehead on her collarbone.

“What, baby?” she asked, picking his head up and tilting his face to look up at her above him. His eyes were nearly shut and his lips were swollen, and she gave him a small simper. “Use your words.”

“I…” he trailed off, struggling to voice it. “I want you to suck my cock, Naexi.” She pressed a kiss to his lips and climbed off him, pulling him up to stand and kneeling in front of him. His hands immediately found her hair, tangling in the long locks as she pulled his pants down and fished his cock out of his fancy boxers. He opened his mouth to say something, but all thought left his mind as she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked, flicking her tongue around the tip. “Ah!” he yelped, eyes rolling back as his hand tightened in her hair. She briefly took her mouth away and settled for just her lips against him, and he whined in displeasure. “P-please--ooh--don’t tease me…” She took him in deeper until he teased the back of her throat, and he risked a glance down at her.

Naexi was looking directly into his eyes, studying his reaction and flicking her tongue accordingly. The sight of her green eyes brimming with tears as she took him was nearly enough to make him come, and she sensed it in the slight scratch of his fingernails against her scalp.

“You take my cock so well, Naexi,” he breathed, and she moaned around him. Letting out a shaky breath, he tapped once against her head. “I’m so close.” Instead of pulling away, she pushed his cock further down her throat and ran her tongue along a prominent vein along the underside of his shaft, pushing him over the edge. He let out a long groan as she swallowed him down, running her hands up and down his sides to both soothe him and keep him from stumbling. She stood and gave him a bright smile, raising herself to her tiptoes (even though she didn’t need to) and pressing her lips to his. He eagerly returned the favor, pulling away only to allow his lips to burn a path down her throat. He reached her collarbone, but stopped suddenly with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Everything okay?” Naexi asked, searching his face in concern.

“You--” Tyril started, but stopped, pursing his lips in disapproval. “You smell like him.”

“Aerin?” Her head was cocked, but her eyes widened when his own darkened.

His voice was low and made her heart race. “Don’t say his name.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, casting her eyes downward and fiddling with her hands. Sighing, he nuzzled the crook of her neck, placing kisses and small bites on the flesh he found there.

“No, it’s my fault. I should’ve been more careful with him. He sees a beautiful woman and loses all ability to think.” His hands flew to her hips to pull her closer to him when she gasped at his teeth on her skin. “The fact that you’re mine only made him crazier.”

“Yours?” She reached under his chin to bring his face up to hers, glancing down at his lips and then back up at his eyes.

“I’m--I meant you were my date, not mine, you’re not property--I just meant--” he stammered, taking a step back before realizing that the bed was close behind him. He lost his balance, falling back against the bed with a loud cry and frowning when Naexi snorted, barely containing her laughter at him. Instead of tugging him back up, she climbed on top of him again, letting her hair fall into his face as she looked down at how pretty his own locks were splayed out against the bed.

“Don’t worry, Ty, I like it.”

“You do?”

“I like being yours…” She pressed a kiss to the right side of his neck. “...and only yours…” She switched to his left. “No one else’s.” She placed a final kiss to his lips, one that he prolonged as he followed her when she tried to break it. “So greedy.”

“I can’t help it,” he breathed, giving a small squeeze to her hips. “I hated watching him put his hands on you.”

“Then how about you put your hands on me?” He smirked as she yelped at his quick movement to flip them over, pinning her to the bed by her wrists. Tyril immediately released her and ran his fingertips down her arms and stopped at her breasts, electing to switch to his mouth. With his left hand, he kneaded her flesh in his palm and took her right nipple in between his lips, flicking his tongue to mirror her movements from when she deepthroated him. His right hand continued downward until his index finger was circling her clit and entering her easily with the help of her own arousal. “Yes!” she gasped, back arching to push her body even closer to his. His finger pumped in and out of her, curling every so often and making him smile as she moaned louder and louder the closer she got to climax. He rushed the process by adding his middle finger and curling, hitting her sweet spot inside while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“Come on, Naexi, let go for me.” She responded with a wail as she came, hands clutching the sheets and legs shaking. He continued to move his fingers even after she recovered, but leaned down to whisper softly in her ear.

“Would you like more?”

“Fuck, Tyril, yes. Just fuck me,” she begged, eyes barely able to stay open to look at his grin. He raised to his knees on the bed and looked down at her for a brief moment before entering her, admiring the way her skin shone with sweat and the way her flesh was blemished with the marks he had placed there. Naexi, in all her glory, was his.

“All mine,” he whispered before thrusting and gasping at how perfectly her heat enveloped him. He buried himself inside her, allowing her a few seconds to get used to his size. Finally, the legs she instinctively wrapped around him squeezed his waist, getting him to pull out of her again before slamming back in with a loud moan.

“Tyril!” she screamed, thankful for the lack of neighbors in his penthouse apartment. “Faster, please!” she pleaded, green locking with blue as she met him thrust for thrust, clenching around his cock and grabbing the wrists that connected to the hands clutching her waist. He picked up his pace, moaning all the while, and felt his stomach already coiling, a tell-tale sign of how close he was. She let out a small cry as he hit her sensitive spot and brought his thumb down to rub around her clit, unexpectedly throwing her over the edge. “Don’t stop, Tyril!” He heeded her instruction, and at the feeling of her juices coating his cock, followed her to his own peak, releasing himself inside her. Her eyes blinked slowly, as if finally coming back to her senses minutes after he pulled out and retrieved a warm washcloth to clean her up. Sitting up, she followed him to the bathroom, rubbing at his shoulders as he began to draw a bath.

“Did you...enjoy the gala?” he asked awkwardly, frowning when she laughed.

“After that mind-blowing sex, that’s what you’re going to say.” She poked his cheek and then kissed the small, red spot. “You’re too adorable.”

“...It was mind-blowing?”

“You’re turning into Mal.” His eyes bulged and he exaggerated a shudder.

“Oh no.”

“But yes, it was mind-blowing.” Her lips found his easily, but she pulled away again when she felt a smile against them. “What are you smiling at?”

“I’m just happy that now I can have mind-blowing sex with you all the time now.”

“How romantic.”

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banditthewriter · 5 years

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The Pact - Five

Almost forgot to post this! Here we go, part five! Hope you enjoy!

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Billy had his arm draped over your shoulders as the two of you walked out of your room. He was telling you about one of his guys getting pulled over with a rocket launcher and how he had to explain it to the authorities, both of you laughing as he painted the scene vividly. "Hey buddy," Frank said as he stepped into the hallway, looking between the two of you curiously. "Didn't know you were coming in already." Billy pulled away from you to give Frank one of this back slapping hugs that men always did. You saw Karen off to the side and gave her a grin. "Bill, this is Karen. Karen, this here is Billy Russo." Karen and Billy shook hands politely. You didn't even notice that Billy moved back to your side afterwards. Frank cleared his throat and gestured down the hall. "We were going to get some breakfast. You guys wanna join?" You opened your mouth, although you weren't sure if you were going to accept or decline, but Billy wrapped his arm around your shoulders again and gave you a squeeze. "Sure, sounds good. We'll meet you down there?" Once they were out of sight, you turned to give Billy a look. He grinned and slowly guided you forward. "You said you wanted to be sneaky, right? Well who is going to think that you're going to break up the happy couple if you're part of a happy couple yourself?" "Billy," you said uncertainly as you both climbed into an empty elevator, "I'm not sure. You think we can pretend to be a couple for the whole time we're here?" Billy shrugged a shoulder and turned so that he was facing you. It effectively boxed you into the side of the elevator. His hands were on either side of your head and he bent down so that his lips were hovering over yours. "I can pretend a lot of things," he whispered, his breath tickling your lips so that you had to wet them. His eyes tracked the movement and then met your eyes again. "What about you? Can you play your part?" You honestly couldn't remember the conversation right then, but you didn't have to. The elevator doors slid open and when Billy pulled back, you saw Frank and Karen waiting just outside. Karen was smiling and Frank was... well, he wasn't frowning, but it was a damn close thing. Billy tucked his hand against your hip and tugged you in close. He smiled at Frank and Karen as the two of you stepped out of the elevator. "Breakfast anyone?" ------ Karen was smitten with Billy. He was an endearing person when he wanted to be and he had apparently turned the charm up to eleven this morning. She hung on his every word and he piled her with questions about her life and her job, her hobbies. Frank met your eye and jerked his head to the side. You slipped away mostly unnoticed except for the look that Billy shot you before you did. In the lobby area, you looked at Frank and smiled. "What's up?" He nodded and looked back at where Karen and Billy were laughing about something or other. "Little worried Billy might steal my girl," he said with a laugh. There was something else in his voice that told you that he was deflecting. "I doubt it," you teased as you looked up at him. He gave you half a smile and slung his arm around your shoulders. "Were you gonna tell me about you and Bill? Or was I just supposed to see that and not wonder why my best friend didn't tell me she was dating another of my best friends?" Well you clearly hadn't thought this through. You shrugged, unintentionally throwing his arm off of your shoulders as you stepped away. "I don't know, were you going to tell me you were getting married or was I just supposed to come home to an invitation in my mailbox one day?" It was a low blow but you weren't about to take it back. Frank licked his lips and shook his head. "It's not the same," he started but you weren't having any of that. "No, it's not, but Billy and I are just... dating. You're getting married. Married, Frankie," you stressed, your eyes searching his for any sign that he could hear what you were trying to say. "You didn't tell me you were getting married." Frank looked into the room where Billy and Karen were showing each other something on their phones. You could only imagine what that would be. "I guess I thought," he began before he trailed off, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to spring it on you like that. Is that why you didn't tell me? You wanted to make me pay." "No," you said quietly as you stepped back over to him, grasping his wrist. "I guess I just didn't think it was worth mentioning." You missed the look on his face because Karen's laughter drew your attention back that way. Billy caught your eye and waved you both over and you released Frank's wrist in order to go rejoin your breakfast companions. Frank followed a little slower. ------ "You and Karen looked cozy," you complained as you leaned against his arm on the bed. "Gonna run off with the bride?" He laughed and wrapped his arm around your torso to tug you in a little closer. "That'd make your job easier, huh? No, I just liked talking to her. She's interesting." You didn't deny that, although you weren't going to admit it to Billy. You did get to enjoy a lot of casual intimacy with Billy recently, part of the plan you supposed. It didn’t feel much different except now Frank was watching you both. And Billy had been wonderful. He stayed close to you, touched you absently while he talked to Frank or Karen. He seemed to have an unending amount of stories of the both of you. You hadn’t realized how much time you spent with Billy back in New York. Or how much you had missed him. A look at him showed that he was frowning. You pulled back so that you could fully face him, curious. "What is it?" You watched the internal struggle before he finally reached over and grabbed his phone. He flicked through a few things before he put it back down. "I had a guy run a background check on Karen. I just sent you the results." Your hand darted for the phone and he grasped your wrist. "You can't unlearn things Y/N. And whatever you do with this information, someone might get hurt. I’m hoping you’ll do the right thing." He waited until you nodded before he released your wrist. You grabbed your phone and opened the attachment. As you looked over it, Billy got up and went into the bathroom. The shower started to run. He'd found a lot of information. Maybe this was it. Maybe you could finally find a way to stop this wedding. It’s what you wanted. So why did you feel so unsure? 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Gray hasn’t seen Natsu in years - not since he moved away with his boyfriend Joel and Natsu stopped texting him. A chance run-in at a bar brings Natsu back into Gray’s life, but the encounter puts Gray in danger when Joel finds out. Natsu quickly realizes that Gray’s stuck in a cycle of violence, and wants to help him escape. But leaving isn’t that easy, and sometimes loving someone might not be enough.

Chapter Summary: Gray's excited to move away with Joel, but Natsu's not answering him and Erza thinks he's making a mistake.

Chapters (11/22): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Gray Fullbuster/Original Male Character(s) Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape Aftermath, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Natsu just wants to help, but Gray feels like he can’t leave, Non-Linear Narrative, Trans Character, Tumblr: FTLGBTales, ftlgbtpride2019, Coming Out, First Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, I promise

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it's as simple as can be

iso·late | \ ˈī-sə-ˌlāt transitive verb :  to set apart from others

v may five years ago

Three weeks before the end of spring semester, Joel shows up at Gray’s place with a bouquet of flowers and an announcement.

“I got a job back in Crocus,” he says as Gray searches the kitchen for a vase for the flowers. They’re soft, pink roses with petals that feel like silk under Gray’s fingertips. “At Ekhart and Wilson.”

“Really?” Gray turns to Joel with raised eyebrows – that’s been Joel’s dream since he started college. “That’s awesome.” Joel grins at Gray, then pulls him into his arms and kisses Gray’s forehead.

“I start in July, after I graduate,” Joel says, wrapping his arms around Gray’s waist and looking at him seriously. “So you’ll have time to talk to your guidance counsellor about transferring credits.”

“Transferring?” Gray asks, frowning. Joel rolls his eyes good-naturedly.

“To the college in Crocus,” he says. “I already found us an apartment – it’s downtown, right near the campus and the office. You’re gonna love it.” He runs his fingers through Gray’s hair, giving him a fond look.

“An apartment?” Gray says, starting to feel a bit off-kilter. “You mean – moving with you? To Crocus?”

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Joel gives him a hurt look. “You said you wanted to live together, remember?”

“I do,” Gray says quickly, trying to regain his equilibrium. The words are starting to make sense, but it feels a bit like the floor is tipping out from beneath him. They’ve been talking about finding a place – as much as Gray loves Erza and Jellal, this is their home, not his. But… “I just thought you meant here.”

Joel sighs, ruffling Gray’s hair. “There’s nowhere for me to work here, silly.” Gray nods – Elmsworth is a pretty small town. There’s not much here except the college, a few crappy diners, and the bowling alley.

“I...” Gray hesitates, chewing his lip. Crocus is hours from here, and even further from his parents. He hasn’t seen them much lately, though – he’d tested the waters with his mom by talking about a hypothetical trans friend, and the response had been... chilly.

“I’d have insurance at the new job,” Joel adds, giving Gray a significant look. Gray frowns at him, and Joel adds, “it would help could cover hormones, if you wanted them. Or surgery.”

Gray freezes. He’s been talking more and more to Joel about transitioning, about finding a doctor who’d be willing to help him. He hasn’t mentioned it to anyone else. With everyone other than Joel, he’s still Ellie, even though he's tried over and over again to tell Natsu. It just never comes out right, and he ends up deleting the words before he can send them.

“Seriously?” he asks, and Joel gives him a wide smile, squeezing his hands. “You mean…”

“We can have a new start,” Joel says. “Just you and me.”

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[June 11]

Natsu [19:32] i miss you, ells. i hope things are good for you.

Gray [23:35] Things are great. I’m moving to Crocus with Joel in a couple weeks.

[June 13]

Natsu [02:59] wow thats a big step! im happy for you

[June 14]

Gray [03:33] I'm excited but a bit nervous. I told my mom today and she was happy because she loves Joel but sad because it’s so far away.

Gray [03:34] They ran into a problem with my credit transfer so I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to go back to school in the fall. I might have to work for a year, but Joel says there’s lots of jobs in Crocus so hopefully I can find something.

Gray [04:22] I’m sorry about the trip. I really wanted to see you .

Gray [04:43] I know you’re probably in bed but I can’t sleep, I've been sitting here staring at my phone for hours. I think it’s because I’m excited/nervous about the move.

Gray [05:01] Maybe we can meet halfway at Christmas break? I can’t believe we haven’t seen each other in a year. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. I know Erza’s worried about me moving with Joel and maybe you are too, I just want you guys to trust me. Please?

Gray [06:54] I miss you so much.

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Gray finally falls asleep around seven, but he still wakes up before Joel does, just after eleven. As soon as he reads through his late-night messages to Natsu, he groans and quickly sends one more.

Gray [11:17] Sorry, sleep deprived me is sappy. I'll let you know when we get settled in Crocus and maybe we can Skype.

Joel makes a soft sound in his sleep, rolling over and throwing an arm over Gray’s waist. Gray brushes Joel’s hair from his face, squeezing his eyes shut as a wave of guilt washes over him.

He deletes all the texts, then throws his phone on the side table and wakes Joel up with a kiss.

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Natsu doesn’t answer. A week goes by, and Gray texts him a couple more times, but it’s as if Natsu’s disappeared. Gray’s pretty sure he’s pissed because they’re moving right before Natsu was planning to come to town, but Natsu’s never stopped talking to him before.

Gray’s tempted to ask Erza if she’s heard from Natsu, but once he tells her that he’s moving away with Joel, she turns into somebody that he doesn’t want to be around anymore.

“Ellie, you’ve only known him for a few months,” she says as he’s putting his things into boxes. She’s leaning against his bedroom door, arms crossed over her chest, eyes serious. “It just seems…”

“Erza,” Gray groans, rubbing his face and turning to look at her.

“Don’t give me that look,” she says, scowling at him. “It’s just… you just started your degree, and you don’t know anybody in Crocus, and—”

“Natsu didn’t know anyone at Danston either,” Gray argues.

“That’s not—”

“I’m not a little kid,” he continues, waving away whatever she’d been going to say. “I don’t understand why you guys can’t just be happy for me.”

Erza sighs, pulling a strand of hair over her shoulder and coiling it around her finger. Gray turns back to his packing, wishing he could will Erza away with angry thoughts.

“I think you’re making a mistake,” Erza says softly. “I feel like you sho—”

“It’s a good thing I don’t need your permission then, isn’t it?” Gray snaps, shoving several pairs of old jeans into a duffel bag. He hears Erza’s sharp intake of breath and he refuses to look at her. He can’t deal with the disappointed expression that he knows is on her face.

“Ellie, please,” Erza whispers, but Gray shakes his head.

“I thought you’d be supportive,” he says quietly, swallowing hard to keep himself from crying. “You and Natsu, b-both of you...”

He looks up when Erza crouches down beside him and wraps her arms around him. “It’s... I just feel like I’m being left behind,” she says. “Natsu, and you, and I’ve got Jellal, but...”

Gray leans against her, reaching up and covering her hand with his own as he swallows down both guilt and frustration. “I’m sorry,” he says, but he’s not sure if that’s true.

“Me too,” she says, kissing his head.

They sit on the floor of his room for a long time, until his phone buzzes with a text from Joel, and Erza gets up silently and heads back to the kitchen.

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[June 21]

Gray [02:45] Please answer me

Gray: [02:45] I need you

Gray [02:47] I’m angry

Gray [02:48] I miss you

Gray [02:49] I love you

Gray [02:50] Don’t abandon me

Gray [04:43] We’re leaving tomorrow. The address is 6 Willowdale Crescent, Apartment 503.

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“I’m gonna miss you so much,” Erza says, hugging Gray tightly and kissing his forehead. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will,” Gray says, leaning back and giving Erza what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “You worry too much.”

“I worry just the right amount,” Erza replies, shaking her head and glancing over at where Joel is sitting in the front seat of his car. Everything in Gray’s life has been easily reduced to two cardboard boxes and a duffel bag that fits neatly in the trunk.

“I’ll text you when we get there,” Gray says, and Erza nods, then gives him a serious look.

“Ellie, I just wanna make sure you—”

“Don’t.” Gray feels the fondness in his chest start to dissolve into irritation. “No more lectures. Please? This is what I want.”

Erza studies Gray’s face carefully. “Okay,” Erza says finally. “Just... be careful.”

Gray nods, squeezing Erza’s hands one last time before letting go and heading over to the car.

“You ready, babe?” Joel asks, leaning over and catching Gray’s lips in a kiss. Gray hums happily, kissing Joel back and then settling into his seat as Joel puts the car in reverse and pulls out of Erza and Jellal’s driveway.

“Yeah,” Gray says, squeezing Joel’s hand and watching Elmsworth fly past them as they start the journey to Crocus. “Yeah, I am.”

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* cloud nine ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ chapter III

god!au, street racer!minho, god!minho

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a/n: im sorry for not being able to provide links but I will edit this as soon as I can!!! i still wanted to be active today!

warnings: swearing and cop mention? let me know if you find more!!

When the cops had shown up, you were more surprised they hadn't shown up earlier. But that doesn't mean you weren't surprised when Minho, along with several racers, sped off. You were aware, of course, that this would happen if the cops had shown up. But when Minho was around, you've never seen them before. You were the only one left when they finally circled around you. You'd expect some civility from them, but it looked they had a lot of pent up rage against street racers. Especially Minho. If you worked within law enforce and somehow could never catch someone like Minho, you too would make it your life's mission. They were rough and relentless, shining the flashlights in your eyes. Was it just you or were the police’s flashlights a lot stronger than store bought? You covered your eyes as they yelled at you, bombarding you with questions. In the moment, you were scared, terrified as you held your hands up. You had heard stories about people in the wrong place and the wrong time with cops, and needless to say it never ended well. You couldn't answer all their questions all at once, tears streaming down your face as you asked them to stop yelling at you. But they didn't give you time to answer them in the parking lot, pushing you against the police car and cuffing your hands so tight that they cut and dug into your wrist. You'd never been in this situation before, never had gotten into any kind of confrontation with law enforcement. You were undeniably scared, and you couldn't wipe the tears that refused to stop and your nose that was beginning to run as you choked back sobs in the back of the car.

Once they say you down, interrogating you without second thought or really giving you room or time to properly respond. Soon they realized that instead of playing dumb, you actually were completely ignorant to the situation. You didn't know anyone really, and you hadn't actively party in the race. They apologized for the misunderstanding and gave you your phone back when you arrived at the front desk.

There, you saw Minho, but instead of snapping at him or saying anything really, you just passed as though you hadn't even seen him. He whirled his bike keys around his finger, smirking, but it faded as you walked past him. “Hey, ____!” he ran after you, and you picked up the pace, “Stop running! I get it, you're mad, but I'm here now and I got you out!” You stopped suddenly in your tracks, and Minho toppled on top of you. “Get off!” you yelled at him, thrashing and squirming around, but Minho just laid on top of you, wrapping his arms around you. “Forgive me,” he whined, “Say you’re not mad.” You squirmed again, groaning as his arms tightened.

“We're on the sidewalk next to a police station, Minho, get off!”

He hummed, a smirk prevalent on his lips. “That sounds like a you problem,” he said smugly, “I'm just happy we're finally cuddling.”

“Are you really complaining about the lack of skinship right now?” you retorted, “Minho if you don't get off, I’ll scream.”

“You wouldn’t,” he gave a pout, and it would've convinced you if he hadn't let a smirk fall onto his face, “cause you like me, I know it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, annoyed at the truth. But, in defiance you smirked back, opening your mouth to let out a scream. As you did, but nobody came to investigate. You looked over at Minho, know with his arms placed at each side of your head, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the position you found yourself in. You scoffed and took the chance to lightly push him off. You might've fake hated him, but you would never knowingly hurt him.

“What is it with you and luck?”

“I told you, babe, I'm a god.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms in disbelief. “Prove it.”

He raised your chin with his index finger, meeting your eyes. “Look up.” His arms rested on both your shoulders and you both looked up. Minho admiring his work, and you, completely star struck.

It was raining, violently, everywhere but the isolated circle you and Minho were in. Thunder crashed, and lightning roared. It was the lowest powerful storm you had ever seen.

“It was a dick move, leaving you like that,” he said, his arms returning to his side, “I panicked, I thought someone important had found out that I was participating in some, ah, illicit activities. I let my guard down.”

You nodded, only half-listening to him as you stuck your hand outside the circle, feeling the very real rain fall upon your skin. “I let my guard down because I was happy that you saw me when,” he said absent-mindedly, and you turned to him, hands clamming up, “You know why I hang around you so much? Because you're the first person to put me in my place.” You weren't sure of what to say. Sure, three months had passed since you met Minho, but you still didn't know him well enough. But you knew you felt something.

“Minho, I don't know anything about you.”

“You could, you could know everything.” he said hopefully, “If you gave me the chance, I could. I will.”

“No funny business?”

Minho returned to his natural state again, smirking and giving you a sly wink. “Nothing you don't want.”

Even though the rain Minho summoned was still pounding away, you left your isolated circle.

You didn't want him to see you smiling.

“___, get on the bike,” he said as the rain stopped and he slowly rode his bike alongside you, “Get on the bike, please, ____.”

“Why do I feel like we've been here before?”

“Because you enjoy being mean and a tease. It must be deja vu.”

“Yeah, you're right.”

After a few minutes of being a brat and trying to get back at Minho, you climbed on the back of his bike like so many times before.

“Why'd you let me a bike if you just want me to ride yours?”

“Because,” he paused, unsure of whether he should finish his sentence or not, “I like this.” He let his hands hold yours for a few moments, giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Plus,” he added quickly, trying to undo his words of affection, “I think annoying you is more exhilarating than street driving.”

“That was almost sweet,” you murmured in his ear and tightening your arms around his waist, laughing as his shoulders tightened, laughing as his shoulders tensed."If you weren't such a dick head, I might believe it.”

“You love me.”

“Despise, loathe, literally anything would be a better word.”

“If it helps you sleep at night.”

Recently you had let Minho stop before your apartment, figuring that if he was to do anything, then he would've done it by now. You thanked him for the ride as you got off, but this time he tagged along.

“Why are you following me?”

“I'm tired and don't want to ride home.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“Please,” he was whining in his usual needy way, knowing that you had a hard time not caving when he sounded like he genuinely needed something from you, “I’ll be good, promise.”

At least you knew he was somewhat good for his word. But alas, you caved and let him follow you into your apartment.

“Now,” he clapped, “Should I start with the day of my conception?”

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ofstaffs · 6 years

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rey: rey will be like 'ah..... so UR the one my best friend is fucking but like not right'

steve: or peggy

rey: rey will be like 'wait is that a mirror nope ur a different person ok hi'

steve: u know vision could pick up the mjolnir so why cant rey

steve: she got the force

rey: REY SHOULD DO IT WITH EASE AND STEEB AND TORE WOULD JUS T BE THERE LIKE '........wut'

rey: and then shes like 'hAH tricks on u ive got the force, bitches'

steve: can rey and ben join the avengers thx

rey: rey would ruin all the undercover stuff

steve: GUYS http://www.cinemablend.com/new/An-Avenge...

rey: she cant work the sweatshirt, sunglasses, and hat

rey: bYE

thor: the instant steve announced the challenge, thor tore his way through the ballpit and lunged after him, mere seconds behind. the very first tunnel proved to be a challenge in and of itself, however. huffing out a frustrated breath, thor awkwardly half-shimmied, half-crawled through. "these tunnels weren't made for asgardians, that much is clear." by the time he finally made it through the other side of his fifth tunnel, his chest was heaving with exertion and the sides of his arms were bright red from squeezing through the tunnel walls. "i surrender," he called out grudgingly. without warning, he collapsed onto his back in the middle of the tunnel, thankful that this one was at least made up of some type of rope rather than the hard plastic of the others.

thor: rip thor

thor: CROSSO VE R OH MY GKSL

steve: rey drag him with ur jakku junk dragger™

thor: LOL nah she can just climb over his corpse it's ok

steve: I WAS TRYING TO FIND A PIC OF THE JUNK DRAGGER AND I FOUND THIS http://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/...

rey: rey immediately got into competitive mode as soon as steve brought up the challenge. within moments, she was crawling through the holes and squeezing past crevices with ease. scavenging in small areas helped with that, along with her tiny body. unfortunately, an irregular diet helped with /that/. but finally she slipped through the last tunnel and came out victoriously, holding her arms up. "i win!" she grinned happily. then she laughed as she saw that thor was stuck, and moved quickly to him, placing her hands on her hips. "maybe if you weren't so strong, this wouldn't be happening," she teased.

steve: LIKE OMF

rey: no shell just go cuddle him

steve: IT LOOKS SO REAL

rey: WTF I THOUGHT THAT WAS REAL AT FIRST

thor: OH DANG WTF

thor: IT DOES LOOK REAL

steve: steve took a seat in the cube area that connected two tunnels, letting rey pass him up. even for a super soldier it was really hard. he got a glimpse of thor laying in the center of a rope tunnel. as soon as rey announced her victory, steve found a slide by the next tunnel up. he even slid down it defeatedly. "i'm too old for this." the avenger mumbled as he got to the bottom of the slide, which ended a few feet from rey. if laser tag included narrow passages, then he would be on his way to the area where the parents sat earlier.

steve: cap is #done

steve: i love how thor and steve can beat the fuck out of huge robots and space dragons but fail at playgrounds

rey: LOL I LOVE THEM

rey: ok i think kayla passed out and im about to too rip

rey: well def continue tomorrow tho omg

steve: same

steve: night!!

rey: night fam

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steve: im lowkey here

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rey: I'm low key here now omg

rey: i should be around for a little while

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steve: hello!!

rey: HELLO

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rey: HI

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thor: I PASSED OUT LAST NIGHT RIP ME

thor: thankfully, thor recovered swiftly. he had no intention of navigating his way through the godforsaken tunnels to get out, however. "my strength is not the problem," he informed rey, eyes glinting as he realized exactly how he could escape this monstrosity. rolling over onto his stomach, he grabbed hold of the ropes directly below him and forcefully pulled them apart. they surrendered easily to his strength, the tunnel giving out underneath him in a matter of seconds. landing in a crouch, he shot rey a grin. "see? these fragile midgardian materials cannot hold the mighty thor."

thor: thor has no chill tbh

steve: im dying

thor: don't die omg what will america do without u???

thor: RAI WHERE R U

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rey: IM SO SORRY I WAS AT A GAME RIP

rey: IM MOBILE FOR A BIT

thor: IT'S OK OMG DID U HAVE FUN

rey: YAS SO MUCH

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thor: WAIT WHAT KIND OF GAME WAS IT

rey rey giggled in admiration as she watched thor literally rip the ropes apart, and land in a crouching position. then she met up with steve and shook her head. "no..." she complained dejectedly, reaching her hands out to him. "we-we still have the trampolines. and-and laser tag!" she grinned, hoping to get his spirits up.

rey: I MANAGE FOR BOYS VOLLEYBALL AT MY SCHOOL

thor: OMG REALLY?? THATS SO COOL

rey: YA ITS FUN

thor: i suggest a rey/thor laser tag team-up against steve

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rey: YES PLS

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rey: iM HERE ON A COMPUTER BLESS UP

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thor: NICE 2 bad steeb's missing :////

rey: fml ik

rey: i messaged mia tho

thor: gosh does she have a life or something?? RUDE

rey: yA WTF IS UP WITH THAT

rey: IM GETTING TO THE MEME U SENT ME NOW RIP

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thor: OMG OK BUT DONT KILL ME WITH CUTENESS AGAIN THANKS

rey: NO PROMISES THO

thor: OH GR8

rey: brb dinner ayy

steve: HEY BITCHES

thor: aYYYYY IT'S STEEB THE DWEEB

steve: steve hoisted himself up from the slide, joining rey and a crouching thor. he had no idea what a laser tag was or why they'd let children play it, but he proceeded to agree anyway. the laser tag facility was unlike anything he had ever seen. the room was pitch black, aside from the various neon obstacles and graffiti on the walls. there were staircases leading to ramps above the floor. there were guns, presumably 'lasers', lining the wall next to the entrance. steve grabbed a laser, before tossing two to rey and thor.

steve

http://youtube.com/watch?v=8pmB7nlC9mI

i watched this shit

thor: omfg i admire ur devotion sm

thor: thor caught the weapon effortlessly, though he held it slightly away from himself in wary consideration. it appeared to be of the same style as most other midgardian weapons, yet they were used for games? reminding himself that steve was the one handing them over – so it couldn't be /that/ harmful – he wrapped his hands more securely around the gun in preparation for battle. leaning close to rey, he murmured, "join forces with me?"

thor: rip steve

steve: https://49.media.tumblr.com/e0a9dce6eefe...

thor: LMFAO

thor: get out ben, this ain't ur battle

steve: if ben found out this was happening he would be like http://66.media.tumblr.com/a95daaf244c20...

thor: LOL BEN OMG CALM DOWN

rey: IM HERE

rey: IM H ER EE

rey: FCK

thor: FIN ALLY

rey: HUSH

thor: NO

steve: HI

rey rey followed steve up the stairs, making sure thor was there behind her, then giggled excitedly at the pitch black play area. she carefully caught the laser gun he tossed her, grunting slightly at the force, then looked up as thor leaned down beside her. she giggled silently, hand going over her mouth, and nodded her head swiftly. "let's do it," she whispered back, then winked and moved to steve. "okay, let's spread out first. i'll start our guns with the panel on the wall. then we go. agreed?"

rey: HI BABE

steve: steve caught a glimpse of the two whispering out of the corner of his eye. he was too busy trying to scope out the area to realize what was going on. "okay." cap spoke as he zeroed in on the perfect spot. as soon as their guns were activated, the avenger was bolting up the stairs to the first hanger. the ramp was dark so soon enough he lost sight of the two. he kept his gun on the rail in true assassin fashion, ready to shoot at the friends.

steve: steve learned his moves from bucky ))

steve: wtF IS THAT THING

rey: thE EMOJI OMF

rey:

thor: tHE EMOJIS LMAO

steve: steve, finding out his friends are t8rs:

steve: tr8s***

rey: t8r tots

thor: "agreed." thor slid his finger over the trigger, readying himself. it didn't surprise him when steve was the first to take off as soon as rey gave the signal. considering his history as a soldier, thor had opted to take on an ally against him for that very reason. with one last nod at rey, he began navigating his way after steve as quietly as a man of his build could manage. it was much too dark, however, and thor soon found himself using one of the several odd glowing pillars for cover as his gaze scanned the area for signs of movement.

thor: T8R TOTS

thor: delish

rey "okay, ready? go!" rey shouted to them once they were all dispersed, using the force to start up the panel that gave their guns power. she began running along, mainly for cover at first, and ducked expertly behind walls using her stealthy silence. soon, she saw steve on the second floor and grinned to herself, running up the back stairs. she stayed ducked behind a wall, but stuck her gun out just enough to zero in on her target, and shoot rapidly at him, the sound effects going off.

rey: LOL

thor: GET HIM REY GET HIM

rey: if ben and rey ever played laser tag, shed get v emotional bc she tried to go after him with a gun on takodana rip

thor: sudden feels

steve: steve caught a glimpse of someone shuffling behind a pillar below. his finger snuck down to the trigger, slowly but surely ready to shoot the target. alas, his grand moment was ruined when laser beams sounded off behind him. he expected thor to be the one behind the shots, but he was faced with rey crouching behind a wall below. "rey, you traitor!" the super soldier exclaimed, surprisingly offended by her actions. he took off down the stairs determined to take her down.

rey: feel trip

steve: pft ben wouldn't go into the laser tag room, the darkness is too ~tempting~

rey: 'Does Rey call you Daddy ' riP

rey: the darkness works with his aesthetic tho

steve: wtF

rey: YEP U GOT US SHE SO DOES

steve: i don gettit

thor: the commotion from nearby, quickly followed by steve's shout, brought a grin to thor's face. remaining in place, he cocked his head and listened closely for the careless series of telltale stomps down the stairs as steve searched for his victim. alas, thor fully intended to protect his ally. as soon as he heard the other man moving passed his pillar, thor lunged out from behind it, sound effects deafening the quiet as he unloaded a series of shots directly at steve. "hide, rey!"

thor: oMG i saw that ask & i screamed

rey rey couldn't stop laughing as she ran as fast as she could away from steve, tripping over her own feet every now and then, though she allowed herself a break as she heard thor's gun go off, meaning he found steve. now was her chance. she ran up the stairs steve had been on earlier and crouched behind a wall again, then fired her gun... at thor. she fired shot after shot, right when he least expected it, then turned her gun on steve as well, continuing to laugh as she nailed them both. "sorry, i had to trick ya!"

steve: the confusion on his face was absolutely priceless as rey shot at them both. he was unbelievably aggrieved that the two had teamed up against him, but then this? steve didn't spare the laughing girl a look before lifting his laser and shooting it at her. "number one rule of war, skywalker: never get distracted on the battlefield."

steve

http://youtube.com/watch?v=-i99TPwXSoM

steve rn

rey: HAHAHAHAHAH

rey: OMFG

thor: his own ally had turned on him. when steve turned his own weapon on her in return, thor used it as cover, swiftly moving to circle around rey. it would have been a prime opportunity to shoot her again, but she deserved far worse than that. throwing an arm around her waist, he lifted her off her feet and draped her over his shoulder. "no more fun," he announced in a cheerful tone as he casually made his way back to the captain. "rogers, how do you punish traitors on this planet?"

rey "hey!" rey gasped as steve shot her, moving to run away again, then shrieked and laughed hard as thor picked her up and laid her across his shoulder, kicking her feet playfully. her gun slipped out of her hands in the midst of all the fighting, and she was laughing even harder as they approached steve, crossing her arms stubbornly. "not fair!"

rey: i shouldve had her say 'spank me, daddy'

steve: NO

thor: oMF G

rey: o ya

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rey: oh my og od

steve: "well, it usually goes something like.." steve pretended to stroke his chin in thought, before deciding on a torture method. "tickling. lots of it. it worked on the nazis every time." the captain joked lightly, letting his gun clatter to the floor beside him. "tickling on a trampoline seems pretty brutal to me."

steve: pcE

steve: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236...

rey: nO RAI IS SO TICKLISH SHE WILL START CRYING

rey: stop

rey: SOTP*

steve: can u imagine derek walking in one two burly blonde dudes tickling tf out of his gf

rey: ON A TRAMPOLINE

steve: can u imagine thor and cap on a trampoline like girl

rey: yum

rey: ive gotta go yeet to the shower after i do this next reply

thor: "tickling it is." tossing his weapon onto the floor as well, thor then turned on his heel and began making his way for wherever the 'trampolines' were. eventually, he managed to find them – and stepped onto the closest one without even hesitating. instantly the unstable, bouncy terrain threw him off-balance, and his grasp on rey loosened as he fell onto his back. as soon as his head stopped spinning, he spoke dryly, "/this/ is supposed to be fun?"

thor: prepare 4 me 2 randomly pass out again as soon as u shower xoxo

rey: omg ill try 2 hurry rip

rey "no, no, no!" rey protested and shook her head swiftly, knowing how ticklish she was, and laughed again as thor carried her to the trampolines, though she gasped as well as he fell, allowing her to break free from his hold. "yeah, it's so much fun! look!" she giggled and began jumping up and down, reaching her hands out to steve.

thor: if u guys would just move to the superior east coast this wouldn't be a probLEM

rey: OK BRB

steve: ive never been to the east coast i am down

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rey: I AM BACK

rey: WAS THAT FAST ENOUGH

rey: OR NO

rey: WHERE DID U ALL GO

rey: WHAT

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steve: im heeree

rey: friEND

rey: I LEFT FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES DID THIS PLACE DIE OR SMTH

steve: steve's left angle gave out beneath him on the canvas of the trampoline. he stumbled a bit before finding his footing. as soon as rey approached him, he reached his hands out to attack her ribs. he began to tickle her, seizing her jumping movements

steve: idK YOU LEFT AND THEN KAYLA LEFT SO I WAS LIKE OK PCE

rey: i tolD U WEHRE I WAS GO ING

steve: MAYBE SHE FELL ASLEEP IDK

rey: GDI

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thor: I FELL ASLEEP AGAIN IM S ORRY

rey: LAAAAME

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rey: ayyyy

thor: ayyy hello ur fav sleepaholic is here

rey: LOL

thor: upon carefully finding his footing (which proved immensely more difficult when rey was bouncing all over the place) thor stepped over to join the pair engaged in a one-sided tickle fight. bending his knees a couple of times in a test bounce, he glanced down at rey with undeniable smugness. "i would help you, but this is your rightful fate after betraying me." and if asgardians were good at anything, it was holding grudges.

thor: i love how we're all rarely on at the same time lmao

rey: thats so tru

thor: REY MEETING LOKI THO

rey "no!" rey shrieked as steve began tickling her, causing her to completely lose her footing. his hands were the only things holding her up now, and she was laughing so hard it was almost silent. and thor wasn't helping. time to pull the guilt card. "ow, steve. /ow/," she winced, hand going to her ribs, where he had bruised her from hugging her too hard. "it hurts, stop..."

rey: rey u bitch

rey: I K NOW

rey: WE PLOTTED SOME THINGS MWAHAHAH

thor: YOU WHAT OMG IM AFRAID

rey: BE AFRAID

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steve: WAS GOOD

steve: steve withdrawled his hands with a mortified look on his face. how could he forget? that bruise was bound to be there, and worse than it was before. "i'm so sorry," the avenger gushed. his apology was a little humorous due to the way he swayed back and forth on the trampoline.

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thor: hOW DO WE ALWAYS MISS EACH OTHER WTF

thor: thor's earlier amusement quickly turned into a whirlwind of confusion and concern. while steve withdrew, the asgardian lowered himself to a crouch beside rey, his hand tentatively enveloping her shoulder. "what happened?" his eyes scanned the girl for injuries before snapping to his fellow avenger accusingly. "did his tickles harm you?"

steve: im here

thor: SUP

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rey: riP

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rey: IM SRY

rey rey bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. the bruise was already almost gone, and she wasn't hurt at all. she just liked to mess with her boys. as thor asked his question, the smile finally spread across her cheeks as she shook her head, easily rising to her feet and bouncing up and down a bit. "actually, i'm feeling a lot better," she giggled and winked before bouncing away as she laughed even harder, knowing they'd want to get their revenge. "gotcha!"

thor: thor picked himself up off the ground, reaching up and patting the back of his head in the process. the bun still held. huh. it really did hold better thanks to rey's superior method. "if anyone attempts to arrest us, i'll stop them," he replied with confidence. narrowing his eyes in rey's direction, he added, "besides, i don't wish to ever come back here again. it will only remind me of betrayal."

rey at the mention of getting arrested again, rey's smile immediately disappeared as she stopped her bouncing, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. she felt slightly more relieved at thor's promise of keeping them out of jail, nodding her head. then she moved to thor and couldn't help but wrap her arms around him, still overall grateful that he would even think about stopping people from arresting them. she couldn't do that again. "thank you..." she whispered, then reached a hand out to steve.

steve: "don't worry about getting arrested." the captain shot a smile to rey. "rey has the force. she can get us out of everything." he spoke highly of the girl, grasping her palm in his.

thor: though thor was supposed to be annoyed with her, he couldn't help but soften as her small arms wrapped around him. he enveloped her in one of his own in return, rubbing one of her shoulders. "the force?" he repeated, brows furrowing. "she is tiny. what force could she have?"

rey "...if snoke doesn't get in my way..." rey replied quietly in a pessimistic manner, glancing shyly up at steve. then she clasped onto his hand before looking up at thor, smiling softly. "the force surrounds us all. it controls... basically everything. watch," she whispered then turned to the ball pit, lifting her free hand up. but nothing was happening. "...no," she breathed out, shaking her head as she tried again and again to at least make one of the small, colored balls levitate. "no, no, no..." she could feel its absence in her mind, in her heart. with snoke so strong now, it was hard to keep in touch with it. "steve, i-i can't- it's gone..."

steve: snoke. he had heard that name before.. it was the sith lord who invaded rey's brain. the captain moved closer to her, bending down slightly to get a better look at her. "are you alright?" he pressed. at times like this, he wished wanda was here to help.

thor: if the force surrounded them all, thor had no idea how he'd never sensed it before. he watched, captivated, as rey seemed to be attempting to do something –– but failed. "what's gone? the force?" thor looked back and forth between steve and rey, faintly irritated over his lack of understanding. instinctively, his arm tightened around her shoulders, pulling her in closer. "we will help you find it."

rey rey looked into steve's eyes nervously as he ducked his head down to look at her, much like derek did when she was upset about something. "it-it doesn't hurt yet, but i can't... i can't focus on doing it," she whispered, wrapping her arms around thor again as he hugged her. then she nodded her head and stepped back as she took a deep breath, thinking about the hope that both steve and her new friend, thor, had for her. she closed her eyes and held her hand up again, focusing as hard as she could. when she opened her eyes, only one ball had popped out of the pit, and rolled a few inches on the ground, then stopped. she sighed heavily and buried her face in her hands, hoping she wasn't losing touch with the force for good.

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steve: steve smiled gently as the ball rolled forward. he knew it must have took a lot to persevere with snoke inside of her mind. "don't get upset." the avenger chastised the girl. "you just need to.. find the force again. is there anyone who can help you?" he knew that rey had multiple family members in magnolia. they had to be able to help her, someway or somehow. "could we help you?"

thor: a ball levitated in midair, seemingly doing so as a result of rey's concentration. thor barely heard steve as the man spoke, too busy gaping at the ball in newfound fascination. an amazed laugh escaped him. "did you move that with your mind?" he turned to face rey, eyes dancing with enthusiasm over what he had just witnessed. "is this the force? i did not realize you were capable of something so incredible." after a pause in which the solemn mood washed over him, he added, "if you could do that, then the force is still within you. you haven't lost it."

rey rey turned sheepishly towards the two again, nodding her head to steve. but then, noting thor's reaction, her own expression lightened slightly, her shoulders straightening. "r-really...?" she whispered, feeling more reassured by the way he was so interested in her force skills. "as-as long as snoke's here, i don't think i can get any better..." she mumbled to steve and stepped back. in fact, she could feel him coming now. she opened her mouth to explain it to them, but just turned and moved off the trampolines onto the floor, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

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steve: "don't say that." steve called after rey as jumped off the trampoline. he looked at thor before following after her. surely this snoke guy could be stopped. they've dealt with aliens before, what made this one so different? "what can we do to help?"

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thor: the mention of snoke nearly drew a low growl from thor's throat. the idea of an unseen opponent harming someone like rey right beside him while he was powerless to do anything to stop it was beyond upsetting, to say the least. "there must be a way to track him," thor added as he trailed after steve, worried gaze on rey's back. "if i know where he is, i can put a stop to this. even if he has armies, they will not stop me."

rey rey buried her face in her hands now and sniffed, trying to push him out of her mind as much as possible. but it wasn't necessarily simple. at the first small pain, she winced and jumped slightly, hands dropping to her mouth. "no, no, no, no..." she murmured under her breath as she began to tremble, pleading for him to leave her mind. then there was another, sharper pain and rey tucked her knees to her chest, beginning to rock back and forth.

steve: steve dove to his knees as soon as rey fell. "hey, hey," he cooed, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. he knew whatever she was feeling or seeing was much like what they went through when wanda brainwashed them. if not worse. he felt a intense need to protect his best friend. "it's gonna be okay, rey. i love you. stay with us," he cooed, rubbing her back as his heart hammered in his chest.

thor: it appeared steve and rey were even closer than thor originally suspected. the revelation did little to ease the tension in his muscles as he began circling restlessly around the pair, hands curling into fists as he itched to summon his prized weapon and smash something, anything. "we must help her," he finally said, stopping to glare at steve. "there must be a way. think of something."

rey rey clasped her hands over her ears and began to cry as she buried her face in his chest, but managed to murmur, "i-i love y-you too..." through her sobs. just so he knew how appreciative she really was of his kind, caring heart. her hands moved about until they landed on thor's chest, curling her fingers into his shirt and holding it tightly, tugging him closer. another sharp pain caused her to shriek and weep even harder, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

steve: "you're the one from space." steve gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the girl falling apart before him. she was in excruciating pain by the looks of it, and it killed him not being able to stop it. "rey, listen to me. is there anything we can do? what makes it hurt less?" the usual put together soldier was now stumbling over his words in an attempt to help his friend.

thor: thor allowed himself to be pulled closer, teeth grinding together as he fought to keep his rage against an invisible foe in check. his temper wouldn't help, especially not when the likes of even steve rogers was losing his cool. "i could take her to asgard," he said slowly. "our healers may lessen her pain while we search for answers." assuming everyone on asgard cooperated and sought to help her as much as he did.

rey "d-derek..." was the first thing rey choked out. he usually helped her after a snoke episode. by... doing exactly what steve and thor were doing now. holding her. talking to her. maybe things would be okay. she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on clearing her mind, like anakin and ben taught her, attempting to push out all thoughts of anything dark. instead she focused on memories of derek. of ben, of steve, of thor, everyone. and slowly, gradually, she calmed down, eyes finally fluttering open. he was leaving. he was smart enough to pick his battles, rey was sure, and probably couldn't fight this one.

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steve: steve's jaw clenched at the mention of derek, but he quickly shook his rage off to focus on rey. her body noticeably let up moments later. he retracted his arms once he knew she was alright. "how often does this happen?"

thor: the unfamiliar name made thor frown, glancing at steve for answers – only to find an odd expression awaiting on the man's face for a split second. dislike? mentally tucking it away, he refocused on rey. where steve moved back, the asgardian leaned forward, slipping his arms beneath rey and lifting her effortlessly into his arms. steve already asked the question on his mind, so he remained quiet, merely looking down at her with expectance.

rey rey's arms slid easily around thor's neck, noticing how he didn't even flinch when lifting her small body. she really was curious to know how strong they both were. "it's-it's been happening more often than not lately..." she admitted in a whisper, rubbing at her eyes with her fists then returning her arms around thor's neck as she looked into steve's eyes. "i-i'm okay, though... please don't tell derek, i don't want him to worry. please."

steve: "do you know how to get to this snoke person?" his tone was firm and assertive, much like the one he reserved for the avengers. he ignored her question about derek and continued with the questions. "can your family help you at all?"

thor: there was that name again. derek. thor's eyes narrowed in annoyance over not knowing yet another piece of information in the rapidly developing mystery of rey. at least the captain was back in action, a small silver lining. "if she knew where snoke was or if her family could help, i'd wager she would have already said as much by now." looking back and forth between the pair, he added, "who is this 'derek'?"

rey "/no/," rey snapped in frustration, mostly at herself for not being able to rid of the sith lord. "just-just forget it, he's gone now..." she mumbled, then closed her eyes again at the mention of derek. now she really missed him. she took a few deep breaths to keep the tears from filling her eyes, then rose to her feet shakily, one hand still in thor's, and the other in steve's. "i-i don't wanna dwell on snoke anymore... not tonight... please? i need a break...'

steve: "her boyfriend." steve answered curtly as rey let out her frustration. he couldn't understand how she could try to move on from something like that. his grip on her palm was loose. "what do you want to do?" he looked around, mentally checking off everything they had done. ball pit, check. playground, check. laser tag, check. trampoline, check. "i saw a game room near the front?"

thor: for a long moment, thor didn't move, only staring hard at the captain. if derek was rey's lover, why was steve so visibly displeased by the very mention of him? thor had only ever seen one reason for that type of behavior. as a fresh understanding dawned, thor wordlessly tightened his grasp of rey's hand and began leading her in the direction of the game room. when they arrived, he stepped passed several brightly colored loud machines until one in particular caught his eye. "captain america and the avengers?" he read aloud, amused in spite of himself.

rey "yeah, can we do that?" rey whispered as she took out her pigtails, trying to let the smile appear on her face again, though it was still shaky for now. she let go of steve's hand, knowing the reason behind his sudden closure, and instead held thor's with both of her own, stumbling along behind him. "whoa..." she whispered in amazement at all the machines, her eyes widening. once at the machine thor stopped it, she began giggling and moved to sit down on the floor in front of the game, knowing from experience to not be on her feet for too long after a snoke episode.

steve: "sounds about right." steve laughed under his breath, leaning against the side of the arcade game. he stared at the giant, cartoon version of himself for a few beats before moving around again. he wandered off toward a skeeball machine where he grabbed one of the basketballs. the avenger stood there, absentmindedly dribbling the basketball. the first time he shot, it went in effortlessly even though he hardly paying attention.

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thor: thor watched rey settle down onto the ground before glancing once more at the machine. uninterested in trying (and likely failing) to figure out how to toy with it, he shifted his attention to steve and the ease with which he tossed a ball through a hoop. "how long have you known each other?" he finally asked, looking back and forth between them. he could have asked more about derek, but keeping the peace felt like a better idea right then.

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rey: \

rey rey watched steve as he moved to go shoot a basketball, still staying where she hd sat on the ground. then she glanced up at thor and shrugged a shoulder. "i-i don't know... a month or so...? maybe longer?" she asked steve, smiling shyly to herself and resting her chin on her knees. "i used to have the biggest crush on him."

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steve: steve nearly choked on his tongue at rey's confession. instead of replying, he merely shot the basketball into the 100 point section. "you might not want to tell derek that." the soldier muttered as he collected the tickets that spewed out of the machine. he handed them over to rey, seeing that he had no use for them. "go get a prize."

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thor: "yes, go get your prize," thor agreed, pushing at rey with gentle but insistent nudges toward the area with several objects scattered along the wall that he assumed were prizes. as soon as she was out of earshot, he turned to steve, arms folding over his broad chest. "where i come from, we settle these situations with duels. have you considered fighting derek for her heart?" he kept his voice low, lips curving to betray his amusement. then, just like that, his features turned solemn. "if not, you must let go of her, friend. this pining is not easy to watch."

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rey rey looked up hesitantly as steve handed her the tickets, collecting them all into her arms and rising to her feet slowly. she didn't move immediately, but at thor's gentle persistence, she finally made her way to the counter, oblivious as to why they sent her away. she was too excited about her prizes. the worker there, the only one left, seemed less than thrilled about accepting the tickets, and told her to pick out three things. she looked over her shoulder at steve and thor, seeing them still talking, then glanced at the shelves to pick her prizes.

steve: steve scowled at thor's proposal. he wasn't entirely subtle about his dislike for derek, but he didn't think it was that obvious. "i'm not fighting derek." his gaze followed rey, who was eagerly awaiting her prizes. "i'll get over it. i always do." he shook his head, eyes falling down to his fidgeting fingers. it was a total lie. he wasn't even over peggy yet — and that was seventy years ago. he couldn't even close his eyes at night without thinking of her or bucky.

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thor: "no, you will not." thor knew an overly-attached lovestruck fool when he saw one. he himself had been on the opposite end of that sort of infatuation more than once, in fact. "these things do not simply fade away. they grow stronger, along with resentment, until you find yourself saying something you will regret." throwing rey a glance, he then dropped a hand on steve's shoulder, squeezing more tightly than truly necessary. "do not destroy your friendship with her. take some time away, if you must –– but let go of this before it harms both of you." thor released him and, without awaiting a response, strode over to join rey.

rey "thank you," rey gasped as the worker handed her her three items, hugging them close to her chest. then she turned towards her friends as thor made his way over to her, showing them the three bears she'd picked out. ( http://www.buildabear.com/ProductImages/... , http://www.buildabear.com/public/images/... , http://www.buildabear.com/ProductImages/... ) "aren't they so cute?" she giggled then moved to steve, wrapping her arms around him the best she could with her new toys. "thank you so much, steve."

steve: the crease between steve's brows tightened following his words. he knew thor was right, but the thought of distancing himself from the girl brought a sharp pain to his chest. he knew he would have to get over his schoolboy crush or else it'd cause damage. the soldier managed to muster a smile at rey as she approached. the stuffed animals tucked under her arm were cute, indeed. the cap and thor bears coaxed a laugh out of him. there was another one that strangely resembled darth vader. "you're welcome." his voice was distant, but the smile gracing his lips still remained. "where to now?"

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thor: thor cast a disapproving eye at rey as she embraced steve, but resigned himself to trusting that the captain would take his advice and move on. if not, thor would do his best to help pick up the pieces when things made a turn for the worse. "is this supposed to be me?" he took hold of his lookalike bear's paw, feeling the soft plushness of it. "hm. we should get ice cream." his eyes met rey's with a wink. in his experience, mortals loved their ice cream.

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rey rey grinned softly at steve's laugh, wishing he would do so more often, then looked between him and thor. "of course it is," she giggled, holding up the thor-themed teddy bear she'd chosen. then she gasped before nodding swiftly. "yes, yes, yes!" she begged, and didn't even wait for an answer before moving to the exit, but not before scooping up her captain america figurine that steve gave her, and holding it with her three teddy bears. "c'mon, you two are so slow!"

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Paint and Metal and Everything in Between (1/4)

Uh...so...there was one scene I wanted to write but it needs build up, so...this happened. Uh. Here’s some Jeremwood set in the FAHC AU. There’s a NSFW scene. I’ll crosspost it on AO3 when I clean it up a bit.

(Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, general tag)

Jeremy's running down backstreet alleys with Michael, a cash-heavy duffle slung over his back and his legs protesting with every corner – Michael's glancing back at him and laughing gleefully and the sirens only get louder, ringing around in the narrow alleyways.

“What's the plan?!” Jeremy shouts, smiling despite the fact that the cops already pinned down Michael's escape car and now they're running for their lives in the worst part of Los Santos.

“Don't worry, I called backup!” Michael yells, and Jeremy wonders what it'll be now. He hasn't spent much time with the FAHC yet but he's already been treated to one of Gavin's dizzying chopper rides. He hopes it's not that, but some part of him has already resigned itself to climbing a hook.

They burst out into an open street and Jeremy immediately scans for cops and flinches at the car that squeals around the corner, low-riding and black and zooming up to them before braking sharply. Michael grins and yanks open the back door, squeezing in with duffle and all and ushering Jeremy in as the engine revs and the car speeds off again, the door slamming shut with the force, barely missing Jeremy's fingers.

Lights flash behind them and Michael laughs loudly as he retrieves an SMG from his footwell – Jeremy kicks his duffle down and looks up into the rearview mirror to see – oh shit – the Vagabond staring back at him, maskless and painted ghoulishly, grinning almost manically as he swerves around another corner.

“Hey!” The Vagabond says, meeting Jeremy's eyes in the mirror.

“Lil J, this is V, V, Lil J,” Michael says before smashing out a window with the butt of the SMG, twisting to shoot behind them.

“Aw, you didn't have to break it,” the Vagabond complains, accelerating through a red light and flipping off the honking horns.

“This was our backup?!” Jeremy shouts, the new speed slamming him against the seat and he scrabbles wildly for a grip. He's never really met the Vagabond, let alone talked to him – the Vagabond was busy on a job when Jeremy joined, and he supposes this is now their first official meeting and boy what a fucking first meeting.

“It's the best backup!” Michael yells back, crouching into the car to reload.

“Gun's under your feet!” The Vagabond calls, spinning the car into a sharp U-turn that makes Jeremy's head whirl but he gropes underneath for the gun anyway, pulling out a heavy carbine and fumbling for the extra clips sliding around beside it.

As he straightens again the back window shatters, glass spraying all over the inside of the car and Michael just offers Jeremy a wild grin and turns to shoot out the back. Jeremy snaps back the slide and turns to do the same, aiming for wheels and windshields as the Vagabond races down one-way streets the wrong way, nearly sending them flying when he zooms over speed bumps. Bullets hail over the roof of the car and bounce off harmlessly – Jeremy snaps in a new clip and empties it into a cop car engine as they drive into a tunnel. It explodes in a thunderous crash boom and he sees the cops diving out of it as it flips, blocking the path of its friends.

“Nice one!” Michael yells, ducking back down to grab grenades from fucking somewhere, Jeremy doesn't know, he's dizzy and they're going really fucking fast and next thing he knows they're on a bridge, dashing around civilian traffic.

A helicopter whirs above them and starts shooting – Michael and Jeremy both tuck back in, Jeremy taking the moment to gulp in huge breaths while the Vagabond navigates them off the bridge and into shitty back roads.

“Get the chopper!” The Vagabond shouts, and Michael and Jeremy pop out to do just that, pummelling it with bullets until they hit a blade and it starts going down. Parachutes drop from it and Michael shoots those, too, laughing when they rip and start twirling in sharp circles.

The sirens fade a little, the cops seeming to have given up on them, and the Vagabond slows down to only twenty above the speed limit, driving out of the shitty bit onto the coastside motorway, slotting in behind a fast white Infernus.

“We're clear,” Michael says, slumping back in his seat and returning the grenades back into the bag they came out of. Jeremy sighs and drops his carbine on his lap, brushing glass off of his arms and out of his clothes.

Michael reaches over to slap his arm and gives him a wide grin while fist-bumping him. Jeremy laughs a little hysterically and glances up at the mirror to see the Vagabond looking at him.

“How much'd you get?” The Vagabond asks, glancing over to Michael.

“Aw man, at least fifty,” Michael says, his gaze dropping to the bags.

“Fifty G?” The Vagabond raises an eyebrow and overtakes the Infernus. “That's pretty good.”

“Yeah, pretty good take,” Michael agrees, “wouldn't you say, Lil J?”

“What? Oh, yeah,” Jeremy pants, his hands trembling a little from adrenaline.

“I think you wore him out,” Michael teases, leaning forward.

“What a shame,” the Vagabond replies with a smirk, lifting his eyes to Jeremy in the mirror.

“Fuck you,” Jeremy says, grinning at their laughter. “I'm perfectly fine.”

“Sure,” Michael says. “Where we goin', V?”

“Well, Hookies is up here,” the Vagabond says, flicking on his headlights as the sky darkens around them. “Heard they got new owners. Cleaned the place up a bit. Wanna check it out?”

“Hell yeah. Lil J, you in?”

“Can I even be out?”

Michael and the Vagabond laugh again.

It turns out Hookies is a great place now, and it's got these fucking amazing little vodka shots that Jeremy's had way too many of and a home-brewed moonshine that's fucking delicious.

They've claimed a table outside, plopping down with their cold drinks and numerous glasses and talking shit in the stagnant Los Santos heat, their loud arguments lost in the din of the outside crowd. Michael often steals the Vagabond's Diet Coke for a chaser – V doesn't drink, that's why it's great to go out with him, Michael had slurred, looping an arm around Jeremy's shoulders, designated driver, and the Vagabond had merely cocked an eyebrow and replied, who said I'm taking you home? - and even with the face paint on he's still easygoing, thumping Jeremy on the back when he chokes and sliding napkins over to Michael when he spills moonshine on the table.

It's a fucking great time and Jeremy's drunk enough the lights are starting to blur, and when Michael finishes his latest bottle of moonshine the Vagabond decides to usher them out. He holds tight to Jeremy's arm and Michael stumbles along beside Jeremy, still half draped over him and chattering about something to do with the stars and Jeremy laughs at his slurred insults, the Vagabond's good-natured chuckle echoing quietly beside him.

“Oh god, please – please don't drive as fast as you did before,” Jeremy asks when the Vagabond's bundling them into the car, Michael already sprawled in the backseat and Jeremy about to lift a leg to get in.

“Don't worry, I won't,” the Vagabond says with an amused quirk of his lips. “I don't want my seats stained.”

“Thanks man,” Jeremy slurs, patting the Vagabond on the chest before getting in – the door shuts gently behind him and he's starting up another conversation with Michael as the Vagabond slides into the driver's seat and turns on the engine.

True to his word, the Vagabond drives at the speed limit, keeping his corners smooth and his lane changing seamless, and Jeremy internally thanks him as he presses his cheek to the cool glass, idly watching his breath steam up against it.

“I bet we could, y'know, mould it around his face,” Gavin says, gesturing vaguely to his own face as Michael stares at him.

“Sure man,” Michael says with a laugh, shaking his head. “I mean, if he's up for it.”

“What – What are we doin', again?” Jeremy asks, resting his elbows on his knees to lean forward and look around Michael to Gavin.

“Geoff's got a bunch of silly string shit,” Gavin says, “and it – it hardens after a while, don't it? So I figure we could make a – a mould of your face.”

“Why me?” Jeremy asks.

“'Cause you're new,” Gavin says with a shrug. Michael cackles and presses his hand to his chest.

“Yeah, 'cause you're new,” he giggles, mocking Gavin, “it's an induction ritual.”

“An in-in what what? Induction?” Jeremy asks – okay, he's had a little moonshine, he's not exactly straight-faced sober right now. Some words are hard. Michael breaks into fresh giggles – he's been hitting the moonshine, too, and Gavin laughs loudly.

“Can you imagine if we got Ry to do that?” He exclaims, laughing again at the thought.

“Ry?” Jeremy asks, puzzled. “Who's Ry?”

“Ryan,” Gavin says, and furrows his brow. “V.”

“Shut up,” Michael mutters, slapping Gavin's arm. “He doesn't know his name yet.”

“It's okay, I won't – I won't tell 'im,” Jeremy promises, patting Michael's knee. “It's our secret.”

“Yeah, okay, our secret,” Michael says, and then they get back to the silly string matter.

Jeremy's walking around with straws in his mouth and disgusting rubber on his face, holding his hands out in front of him like Marco Polo with Michael guiding him, both him and Gavin snickering behind him.

“Here, stay a second,” Michael says, leaving him somewhere as his hands slip away. Jeremy waits a few minutes and then there's a noise beside him and he whirls around, his arms knocking solidly into someone's ribs and he stumbles back, grunting through the straws.

He nearly trips over his own feet but a hand lands on his lower back, urging him back upright and Jeremy sighs in relief. The hand doesn't leave, warm and broad against his spine, and Jeremy ignores the drunken shiver that runs up him.

“What're you up to?” Someone asks – the Vagabond, Jeremy realises after a moment, definitely a smile in his voice. He tries to speak through the straws and fails, but the Vagabond laughs anyway.

“Michael and Gavin?” He asks, and Jeremy nods. The Vagabond hums in acknowledgement and Jeremy tries to ask another question through the plastic. Thankfully, the Vagabond seems to understand him.

“Where are you? You're in the kitchen,” the Vagabond – Ryan, Jeremy remembers suddenly, his name is Ryan – says. “Right in front of the fridge, actually.”

Jeremy makes a relieved noise and Ryan chuckles again, curling more of his arm around Jeremy's back to hold him steady and that's absolutely not why Jeremy's suddenly sweating under his rubbery mask.

He hears Michael and Gavin returning, laughing madly about something, and Ryan gives him over to Michael's hands. Jeremy's a little disappointed when Ryan's fingers leave but doesn't let it show, instead turning towards Gavin's voice – he smacks him in the face with the straws by the sound of it and the rest of them break into a chorus of laughter.

“Jeremy!” Gavin exclaims, batting lightly at the straws. Jeremy snorts and the sound sends Michael into more cackling, his hands squeezing Jeremy's waist.

“Don't hurt him too much,” Ryan says. “We still need him.”

“We'll try,” Michael says, and starts to steer Jeremy in another direction. “I can't promise for Gavin, though!”

“Michael!”

Jeremy ends up hunkered down in a warehouse with Ryan, both of them sitting on the floor leaning up against crates as the comms crackle in their ears. There's a deal going down in the next building over, and they're simply there as backup in case it screws up, but it seems to be going smoothly so far.

Ryan idles plays with the slide of his pistol, snapping it back and running his hand over the barrel in a very distracting manner. Jeremy keeps glancing over at him, only a couple metres away, doused in shadow.

“I thought you always wore a mask,” Jeremy says. Ryan 'hm?'s and looks up at him.

“Police footage. You're always wearing the mask,” Jeremy explains, and Ryan glances back down at his pistol.

“I wear it,” he says.

“Yeah, but, like, I thought you wore it all the time.”

Ryan shrugs and brings a knee up to rest his elbow on it, letting the pistol lay on his thigh.

“The paint's easier,” he says. “Doesn't get as hot.”

“I thought you were famous,” Jeremy says. “Aren't you, like, wanted in five states?”

“Seven,” Ryan corrects, tossing the pistol up and flipping it cleanly in mid-air. “And not anymore. Gavin cleared my rap sheets.”

“Huh.” Jeremy leans his head back against the crate and looks up at the dusty rafters. “Why doesn't he do that for all of us?”

“We keep getting new ones,” Ryan replies. “No point in wiping them all the time.”

“But you're special?” Jeremy teases.

Ryan glances at him and then back to the pistol. He doesn't answer, and Jeremy lets the subject drop. He's sure Ryan has a good reason.

“Hey, V, pass the charges,” Jeremy says, holding out a hand and waiting for something to drop into it while he wires up C4 with the other. Ryan hesitates and Jeremy glances up, making grabby fingers with his hand.

“V?” He asks, and Ryan meets his eyes, his paint especially eerie in the faint yellow lighting of the docks.

“Ryan,” he says, and Jeremy pretends not to understand why he's saying that.

“Call me Ryan,” Ryan continues, carefully pressing a detonation charge into Jeremy's hand.

“Okay. Ryan,” Jeremy says, testing the name out on his tongue and smiling at him. Ryan smiles back a touch shyly and Jeremy looks away before he can start to flush.

The drug ship goes up in a big, beautiful explosion and Jeremy can't help but notice how nice the reflection looks in Ryan's eyes, and then the nervous twitch of Ryan's lips when he glances down at Jeremy and there's a tense, loaded moment before sirens rise from the city and they have to go.

Ryan's arm curls around Jeremy's shoulder moments before he slams them to the floor, half-covering Jeremy's body with his own as shooting breaks out across the bar – opposite them Jack grabs a handful of Gavin's shirt and hauls him down to the floor with her and they all cower as bullets tear through the wooden counter.

For once it's a shootout that's nothing to do with them, but it would still probably be pretty fucking wise for them to scram.

“Fire door,” Ryan whispers into Jeremy's ear, his chest pressed to Jeremy's shoulder blades. Jeremy nods and looks up at Gavin, who jerks his head towards the fire exit as well and together they all make a silent agreement to head for it. Ryan slides his hand down the back of Jeremy's jeans and pulls out his gun – Jeremy would complain but the brush of Ryan's knuckles against his lower back makes him shudder and Ryan definitely felt that.

Jack takes out her own gun and nods at Ryan and suddenly Ryan's hauling Jeremy up by the back of his collar as Jack does the same with Gavin, pushing them both in the direction of the fire exit as they stand and shoot back.

Jeremy kicks open the door and Gavin spills out behind him, helping him hold it open as Jack and Ryan twist to sprint out, bullets flying over their heads. They stumble into the sand and the door shuts heavy behind them, the small glass window shattering in a shower of shards.

Gavin pulls on Jeremy's sleeve and Jeremy follows him down to the shore, all four of them running along the waves – behind them Jack and Ryan laugh breathlessly about something, and when Jeremy glances back he sees a smear of blood on Ryan's palm and more on the hem of Jack's shorts, but neither of them seems seriously hurt.

They all burst into the beach car park and Jack immediately leads them to the motorbike bay, shooting off the metal chain locking it to a stand and hotwiring it as Jeremy does the same with another bike.

A cop car races by on the motorway and on instinct Jeremy ducks, but then he realises it's going for the bar, not them, and he quickly swings a leg over the bike and starts it up. Jack does the same and beyond her Gavin straddles another bike, saluting them with two fingers before revving up and swerving away.

“I'll go make sure he doesn't crash,” Jack says with a roll of her eyes, hunching over and gunning her engine to catch up to Gavin.

Just as Jeremy gets the bike in gear Ryan gets on behind him, pressed up hot to his back with his chin on Jeremy's shoulder as he tucks the gun back into Jeremy's jeans. His fingers linger around Jeremy's lower back again and he chuckles quietly at Jeremy's sharp inhale.

“Your place?” He asks, placing his hands on Jeremy's hips and squeezing slowly. Jeremy shivers at the low, rumbling pitch of Ryan's voice, deep and intimate against the sensitive skin of his ear.

Jeremy nods and Ryan secures himself better to Jeremy's body as Jeremy backs out, straightening the bike out before driving up to join the motorway. Ryan noses at the back of his head and Jeremy suddenly accelerates, revving up the engine and zooming onto the road amongst the streaks of car headlights. Ryan laughs breathlessly, delightedly behind him and Jeremy grins to himself.

They barely manage to get their shoes off before Ryan's manhandling Jeremy to the sofa, sitting him firmly down and sinking to his knees between Jeremy's spread legs. He smirks and Jeremy groans, leaning in for a hard kiss that Ryan gives easily, biting at Jeremy's lower lip and paint smudging bitterly over Jeremy's tongue.

Ryan breaks away and grins as he runs his hands up Jeremy's thighs, shouldering between them to dip down and press his nose and mouth to Jeremy's rapidly forming erection and god Jeremy only just resists the urge to buck up into his face. He groans and gently threads a hand into Ryan's hair – with Ryan's nod as permission Jeremy curls his fingers to grip, not pulling or pushing but definitely holding on.

The white light of the living room glints in Ryan's eyes and he backs away to unzip Jeremy, pushing open his fly and tugging him out of his briefs, slowly dragging his hand up and down with his eyes glued to Jeremy's face. Jeremy groans and twitches involuntarily in Ryan's hand, sitting up a little more to see better as Ryan flicks his thumb over the slit.

Ryan merely presses the leaking head to his lips with a smile, catching Jeremy's eyes before he opens his mouth and starts to sink down, jaw dropping open to accommodate the head. Jeremy moans and tightens his grip in Ryan's hair, panting harshly while Ryan works more into his mouth, slowly pulling up to reveal the spit-slicked length and sweep his tongue over the sensitive vein underneath. He wraps his hand more firmly around Jeremy's base and licks all the way back up to the head and goes down on him again, lips stretched wide around the girth.

Jeremy tilts his head back against the sofa as Ryan blows him, sinking down far enough to meet his fingers and humming on the slide up. With an effort, Jeremy straightens his neck again to watch, grunting encouragingly when Ryan starts bobbing, eyes closing and throat relaxing every time Jeremy pushes up against it.

“God, fuck, Ryan, your mouth,” Jeremy gasps, experimentally pulling on Ryan's hair. It earns him a pleased moan that shudders all through Jeremy and makes his toes curl in the carpet. There's still adrenaline pumping lazily through his veins, making everything more sensitive and tingly and Ryan's mouth is hot and wet around him, spit leaking down to dribble over his fingers and leaking out of the corners of his mouth.

Ryan pulls off for a breather and glances up at Jeremy while he pants, jerking him slowly and grinning at Jeremy's choked groan. He sinks back down easily, and this time when Jeremy nudges at his throat he just rises up on his knees and angles a little and then Jeremy's sliding into his throat, the sensation tearing a moan out of him. Ryan hums again and resumes his bobbing, this time letting Jeremy slip into his throat on every thrust and god, Jeremy's not going to fucking make it. Ryan's other hand drops from Jeremy's thigh and Jeremy leans forward a little to see it slip into Ryan's own jeans and that's a whole other level of hot Jeremy wasn't prepared for and he has to sink back into the cushions.

He can't see Ryan's crotch from here but just the knowledge that's he jerking himself off while blowing Jeremy is insanely arousing and Jeremy twitches in his hot throat, pulls him up a little roughly and drags him back down – Ryan lets him, goes a bit more slack so Jeremy can slowly fuck his mouth and his breath huffs out hard over Jeremy's crotch, his eyes fluttering open and locking onto Jeremy's.

Jeremy pushes into his throat again and Ryan's eyes water, shutting again as he shudders and moans thickly around Jeremy's cock. Ryan sucks harder, now, tracing up over the underside with his tongue and sealing his lips more firmly around the shaft, swallowing when Jeremy's in his throat and drooling otherwise, spit dripping down to his chin.

“Ryan, I'm – fuck, I'm close,” Jeremy pants, urgently tugging at Ryan's hair but Ryan stays down and blinks up at him and Jeremy's gone, groaning as he comes straight into Ryan's mouth. His eyes slam shut and he leans back into the sofa as he shudders, gasping out Ryan's name all the while. And Ryan fucking swallows, too, sucks noisily to do so and Jeremy's long finished when Ryan finally pulls off, muffling a moan against the slick head of Jeremy's dick and shuddering again.

“Fuck, let me – let me,” Jeremy babbles, grasping for Ryan's shoulders and leaning forward to reach down, but Ryan's already pushing his hands away, wiping his mouth and chin on his shirt and leaning up to kiss Jeremy.

“Wanna – Wanna get you off, too,” Jeremy murmurs, reaching down again but Ryan pushes him firmly back, hands on Jeremy's hips.

“Don't worry about it,” he says, and Jeremy notes that his fingers – the ones that weren't on Jeremy - are wet, shiny and slick in the light of the living room. And Ryan's flushed under him, a new laziness to his kissing and Jeremy decides to drop the matter – if Ryan doesn't want him to touch him, he won't. Although he feels a little bad about not reciprocating, and kisses him all the deeper to try and make up for it.

And after their breathing evens out, after Ryan's bitten Jeremy's lower lip to swollen and kissed him to boneless, he finally pulls away, spit-slick lips still brushing against Jeremy's. The angle he's leaning at is terrible for Jeremy's back but he can't really bring himself to care right now.

“Can I use your shower?” Ryan asks, his voice hoarse and raspy and Jeremy flushes hot all over. “Still got the bar on me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jeremy says, nodding. Ryan grins and presses another wet kiss to his mouth before backing away and pushing himself up to standing with a hand on Jeremy's knee.

“You can stay over, if you want,” Jeremy blurts out, and Ryan's eyes drop away, hesitant.

“Not – we don't – I have a guest bedroom,” Jeremy adds. “You can sleep here if – if it's too much bother to go back home.”

“Yeah, okay,” Ryan says, agrees with a small smile.

In the morning Ryan leaves him a plate of cooked breakfast and a slip of paper with a number on it – not his crew phone number, it must be his personal number – and Jeremy grins stupidly to himself and laughs even though there's no one there to hear him.

“No, use Michael's car!”

“Why mine?! You'll destroy it!”

“No I won't, boi, you can trust me!”

“Gavin you crashed my Bati yesterday.”

“No I didn't, Jack, that truck drove into me.”

“Yeah, because you were going sixty the wrong way down a one-way street.”

“Shut up, Ryan. I still say we use Michael's car.”

The crew collapses into bickering – and mostly ganging up on Gavin – and Jeremy takes a long, long drink of Red Bull while Geoff very clearly and very loudly lays out all of Gavin's recent vehicle offences, from the trashed skateboard to the dented pickup. Ryan nudges Jeremy's arm and offers him a croissant with a raised eyebrow – Jeremy gladly takes it and stuff the entire warm pastry into his mouth to make Ryan laugh.

“Use Michael's!”

“Use your own!”

“...I can't.”

“Why?”

“...it's in the shop.”

“Gavin!”

The argument devolves into petty insults and laughter and Jeremy even joins in, teaming up with Geoff and then promptly being accused by Gavin and Michael of being a complete kissass. An accusation he merely waves off with a flap of his hand and an imperious frown.

Beside him, Ryan steals two more doughnuts from the box and starts munching on them, crumbs sticking around his mouth. The paint smudges when he wipes them off but Jeremy's a little transfixed at what the fuck he just witnessed. Ryan winks at him and offers a doughnut but Jeremy declines. Ryan shrugs and takes a bite of it himself, downing it with his soda.

Jeremy glances between the quarrelling crew and to Ryan and thinks back to what statement sparked this entire debate. Very specifically, whose statement.

Yeah, we can use Gavin's car for that.

“You sneaky fuck,” he hisses, and no one hears him but Ryan, who grins smugly and stuffs more pastry into his mouth. He's polished off about seven doughnuts since he set off the crew – the sneaky fuck, this was his entire plan. He's turned the crew on themselves to steal the fucking pastry box.

Jeremy's a little impressed at the cat-burglary - as Ryan would say - and a lot horrified at how much sugar Ryan's shovelling into his mouth. Michael wasn't fucking lying when he said Ryan was a trash bin.

Jeremy scratches his chin as he looks in his fridge, wondering what the fuck to cook tonight. He hasn't got much – he should really go grocery shopping, but a Friday night isn't really the time and he doesn't want to deal with the traffic if he can wait until tomorrow.

He pulls out a bowl of peppers he cut up earlier this week and sets them on the counter, grabs the bag of potatoes in the fridge. Looks like it's salad tonight, made of whatever shit Jeremy's got left in his fridge before it goes bad.

There's a knock on his door shortly after he closes the fridge, while he's washing his hands. He dries them on the towel and doesn't bother rolling down his sleeves down before walking over to get the door, grabbing a pistol on the way and tucking it into the back of his jeans.

He opens the door to reveal Ryan, no face paint and no blood-stained clothes, and Jeremy takes a moment to absorb him, from the nice jeans to the dark purple shirt that stretches over his shoulders to the smart silver watch on his left wrist – Jeremy recognises that from the jewellery store they robbed last week.

“Hey,” Jeremy says, stepping back a little to invite Ryan in. Instead, Ryan just steps up and leans against the doorframe, raking his eyes over Jeremy, who suddenly feels a little underdressed in baggy jeans and a faded Henley.

“Hey,” Ryan replies, crossing his arms over his chest. Jeremy has to force himself not to stare at all the attractive skin his rolled-up sleeves reveal. “You busy?”

“Busy doin' nothing,” Jeremy says. “Why?”

“Do you want to go for dinner?” Ryan asks, a little rushed.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah. Like – a date,” Ryan says, quieter this time, and Jeremy flounders for his composure. Ryan's smile falters and Jeremy starts nodding, unable to find the words quite yet but he definitely wants to say yes – he just doesn't want to sound like a total dork while doing so.

“I'd love to,” he settles on, grinning wide when Ryan's face lights up. “Are you – now?”

“Well, yeah,” Ryan says with a shrug. “Don't – Don't have to do it now, but - “

“No, no, now is fine,” Jeremy says, steps back more to invite Ryan in with a gesture. “Let me get changed?”

Ryan nods and lets Jeremy lead him to the sofa to wait – the same sofa he blew Jeremy on not four weeks ago, and the memory burns hot in Jeremy's mind. Since then they haven't done anything else, but they've started texting on a near daily basis, a little flirting but mostly just friendly chatting, and in real life there's been nothing more than faintly suggestive touches or glances. It's been nice, not stumbling headfirst into each other, as much as Jeremy is all for that method when it comes to Ryan, but he also likes being friends with the guy, as close to him as he is to Michael and Gavin now.

Jeremy opens his closet and almost immediately groans because he has nothing that would look good on him as Ryan's clothes do on him. Fuck Ryan and his stunning good looks. And body. And basically everything.

He guesses that Ryan's going for a slightly fancier place, picks out his nicest jeans and a plain blue button-down, shrugs a thin leather jacket on over it because that's how fancy he can get with what he has – he almost regrets not owning a suit, and then swiftly remembers he hates suits and plucks his sunglasses off the table even though it's night.

When he emerges into the living room, Ryan's on his phone, tapping away at something on it and pulling a little at his collar – Jeremy makes his footsteps louder and Ryan looks up, gasps softly at what he sees.

“You look – great,” he says, standing up and pocketing his phone in one move.

“Shut up, just 'cause you look like a GQ model,” Jeremy mumbles, smiling anyway as he shoves on his boots. Ryan flushes faintly at the compliment and Jeremy quickly goes to wash his hands.

“I still think you look amazing,” Ryan says when Jeremy returns to his side. Jeremy laughs and Ryan leans down to kiss him, his fingers curling around Jeremy's leather-clad shoulder and a restrained eagerness to his movements. Jeremy sighs and rests a hand on Ryan's hip, places the other over Ryan's scruffy jaw to tilt him a little.

“Wanted to do that for weeks,” Ryan says when he pulls away, panting quietly and his cheeks tinged pink.

“Well, why didn't you?” Jeremy asks, as if he hasn't had the same impulse and probably the same reason for repressing it.

“I don't think Geoff would take kindly to me interrupting meetings like that,” Ryan whispers, pressing another kiss to Jeremy's open mouth.

“Eh, fuck Geoff,” Jeremy says, and their laughter breaks them apart.

“Come on, I've got reservations,” Ryan says, pulling away and linking a hand with Jeremy's to lead him out. Jeremy revels in the thrill that sends up him and squeezes Ryan's hand simply because he can. Ryan squeezes back and Jeremy grins.

The restaurant is on Vespucci and their table is a floor above ground – Ryan deals with the talking while Jeremy admires the grand chandelier sparkling over the tables. Moments later he's whisked away, guided gently to the stairs by Ryan's hand on his back and they follow the waitress to the balcony.

There's heat lamps posted among the tables, paired with bright lights that glitter and glint off of jewellery and silverware. The clinking of champagne glasses accompanies the soft chattering around them, chimes of laughter mixed in with the sound.

Their table is tucked into the corner of the balcony, a clean white tablecloth draped over it with a delicate vase of pink flowers and a small candle in the middle. The waitress seats them with the menus and leaves them to decide with a polite smile.

“This place is fucking fancy,” Jeremy whispers, glancing up at Ryan. Ryan moves the flowers and the candle to the side so they can see each other, leaning in on his elbows as he peruses the menu.

“It also has the best burgers this side of the tracks,” Ryan murmurs, looking up at Jeremy. “We can leave if you want.”

“No – no, Ryan, I don't want to leave.” Jeremy hesitantly reaches out to place his hand on Ryan's and Ryan smiles, flips his hand to hold Jeremy's. “Best burgers?”

“That being said,” Ryan says, idly flipping the menu. “The desserts leave something to be desired.”

“We're on Seventh, right?” Jeremy asks. Ryan nods. “I know a gelato place nearby, we can get something there.”

Ryan smiles and squeezes his hand and Jeremy orders the cheeseburger and they steal each other's chips. It's amazing.

#ragehappy #jeremwood #fanfic #mine #trans ah #paint and metal

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woozoinks · 7 years

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I was tagged by @zimooy ! this has take me 23 days to get to. im sorry. Would you rather explore the many planets in the universe or explore the wondrous depths of our oceans? That's a toughy tbh. both would be p cool. but I would probably choose the universe. like that would be so cool???? 10/10 a gt im sure Can you describe your favorite color without saying what it is and its shades? Early November Evening In The Heart Of Seattle Your bias texts you, mistaking your number for one of their friends. Do you talk to them and keep up an act or do you admit the mistake? How do you do it? What happens after? I would probably admit from the get go that he has the wrong number but bc coups is a nice guy and im a nice lady, we'd probably continue talking anyways Describe your favorite feature of one of your best friends without saying what it is. Why? can i say everything?? describe a feature of my best friend without saying what it is?? my goodness what is this?? hagge's class??? okay um. it's like??? yknow when you eat some cookies and you wash it down w milk?? yeah it's like that. or like when you come inside after a really hot day and for a solid 15 minutes you are super sweaty but then by then, the A/C has cooled you down and you feel amazing??? it's like that. or when you you are giving someone a hug and they squeeze you in a loving way???? it's like that. or like when you hear the rain outside and you can't really see it but you kNOW it's raining and everything else is just quiet??? yeah it's like that. or when you are super tired to the point where you can't keep your eyes open so you close your book and turn off your light and finally rest your head on the pillow to sleep??? yeah, it's like that. What super power would you have and how would you use it? Hero or villain? mind reading or shape shifter. I can't decide between the two. probably mind reading tbh??? like that would be so cool. nobody can lie to me bc ik what they're thinking. I always know what's going through a persons mind. it would be so cool and personally v useful. but i don't think I'd be a hero or a villan really?? I'd just be doin it for myself yknow. as for shape shifter, that can just come in handy all the time. running late for work??? shape shift into a frickin cheetah and whabam im there. bih. i can even shape shift into the flash if i wanna. you can't stop me. What are three things included in your ideal type? Why? Would you accept someone without these features? they gotta be like friends man. loyal af. im not here for some hot n cold, two faced shiz. nuh uh. nope. i like someone who actually sHows that they care. someone who genuinely wants to be my pal. someone who is Real. no fakes here. having someone who is funny is kinda nice. but like fr i think everything is funny so that shouldn't be hard. I prefer someone who isn't rude or does a bunch of hardcore drugs n drinks n tries to get me to do it w them bc im not about that. I definitely need someone who i can have personal, deep conversations with. that's a must. i like someone who likes hugs but that isn't like a nEED. i could keep going but those are some of the main stuff. and I'll accept just about everyone. but if you don't meet most of these things, I probably just won't be close to you. Vampires, werewolves, or witches? If you could become one, which would you choose and why? a witch. i mean what's the good in being a vampire??? u gotta drink blood and u cant go out in the sun n stuff. lame. and werewolves??? you literally turn into a wolf whenever there's a full moon. I literally don't see why anyone would want that. so definitely a witch. like casting spells n making potions n stuff??? how cool would that be??? i wAnt. if you released a mini album with 4 songs, what would the song titles be? 1- cherry soda 2- queen 3- teacups & oil 4- rose petal gardens Describe what you feel right now by using a metaphor without including the word to describe how you are feeling. an old man is sitting inside a row boat in the middle of calm waters but below the surface, screams are erupting from the gills of scaled creatures Your bias from one group confesses to you in front of your bias from another group. They quickly confess their love. Who do you choose? they cannot be your ult. bias. *calls mo* listen chani and jinjin,,,, I love you both,,,wow um,,,, * aggressively whispers into the phone speaker* mo i need your help rIGht now Your bias promises to go on a date with you on the condition that you plan it. Plan the entire night (where you go, why, what you eat, what you wear, the other places you go, what you talk about, etc.) alright. here goes nothin. they didn't say wHat bias it had to be so um,,,im doin jae bc nobody can stop me. let me just run you through the date. start to finish. I'll start with outfits bc in this friendship with jae, style is Key. jae would be wearing his hp wire frames and wearing an oversized maroon sweater bc gotta have the Sweater Paws. and let's just say for this time, he had the hair he had in the when you love someone mv bc that's a good. okay honestly. that entire swingset look? the outfit, hair, everything. tHAT is what he's wearing. okay. me?? um. probably wearing some cute black skinny jeans and some classic red converse. and probably an oversized, light grey sweater. we just havin those cute sweater paw vibes yknow bc we like that. imma make this a day long date bc i Can. so after we do our things yknow, we meet up at a cute coffee shop (btw we are in seattle) at like 9am bc we are not wasting the day sleeping. we have a casual, flowy, comfortable morning conversation over warm coffee and soft muffins. then at like 10am, we leave the coffee shop and walk down to a library and grab some poetry books and sit on the comfy library couches and read each other some poems to set the mood for the day. at 11am, we walk to through the streets of seattle, having wonderful conversation, even stopping by the bubble gum wall and leaving our mark there before continuing, maybe once in a while stopping to admire the graffiti or art posters along the way. stopping off at a park or a bench to rest. just having no particular destination and simply enjoying the city as it lightly rains. around 1pm, we stop by a cute, old restaurant that has been around for decades and order the oldest item on the menu. we talk, smile at the old man that started the restaurant and shake his hand before leaving at almost 2pm. then we go to pike place market. we watch them throw the fish, we go into every single shop there is & look around. we don't buy anything but we take a few pictures together with his polaroid camera throughout the day. we spend the rest of the afternoon there bc there is so much to do and so much to look at. we buy some fresh berries and snack on them bc seattle berries are truly devine. we even go to the original starbucks and buy a coffee. we take a polaroid picture of course which i will later tape to the wall next to my bed next to all the other polaroids we've taken throughout our friendship. after spending the afternoon at pike place market, we go to dinner at a cute restaurant across the street that jae swears has the best breadsticks. and he's not wrong. we spend the entirety of the 6pm hour and part of the 7pm hour at this restaurant, talking about some of what we've done today as well as other pointless conversations. as 7:30 creeps up, we step out of the restaurant. the sun has already gone down and all the street lamps and city lights are ablaze. we walk down to the space needle, deciding that it's a good way to end the day. so we pay the ever growing price to go to the top (where most people have already begun to leave). we step out onto the outside of the very top and peer out to look at the city. we walk around it once slowly, taking in every inch of nighttime seattle. we point out what we find astonishing while doing so. once we make a full revolution, we walk to the side that overlooks our favorite view (the side that shows the giant ferris wheel and the ocean) and lean against the railing, just staring out. then we start getting into deep conversations about the universe and other personal topics that only the two of us will ever know. we stay there for a while, eventually just sitting on the floor bc our feet and legs have grown tired. i sit against the wall as he lays on his back, his head resting comfortably on my lap. I play with his hair as we continue you our quiet conversation. we stay like this until everyone else has left and even some of the employees have left. we don't leave until the last employee left says that we have to leave bc they are closing. so we get up and walk hand in hand back inside the elevator and back down to the bottom floor. we step outside and agree that it looks less twinkly on the floor then it did at the top of the space needle. we check the time, seeing that it's past 11pm. so jae, being the good friend he is, walks me to my apartment (although he doesn't live in the same complex, it's only a 10 minute walk away from where he lives). as we walk, we have comfortable conversation about the nighttime. once we reach my building, he walks me up the three flights of stairs and 12 feet down the hallway to my door. I thank him for the day and we give each other a hug. we stay in that position, hugging, for nearly five minutes, not saying a word. the only sound i can hear is his heartbeat. once he pulls away, saying that he will see me soon and he promises to text me when he makes it home safely, we bid our farewells until next time and I go into my apartment, waving one last goodnight wave before closing the door, leaning against it as i listen to his footsteps fade down the hallway. ~the end~ okay honestly that was rEALLY fun and I had a gt doing that. thank you mo for tagging me. honestly. I would tag someone else to do it but LITERALLY the only two people ik on here are mo and ri and they both already did it so oop. im not gonna tag n e one bc idk n e one. sorry it took so long for me to fInally do this. thank you for reading!!

#that date one was so long im so sorry #bless your heart if you actually powered through that whole thing #i love jae park okay #um okay the end byeeee

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Trickster Times Two

Part 3 of “The French Mispeight” [part 1] [part 2]

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1300+

Beta-reader: @blessedbebucky

[General masterlist]

A/N: So this is my first and probably last time writing for actors, so I hope it’s okay. And don’t worry, there’ll be one or two more parts!

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“Oh. My. God.” The actor who played God managed to stutter out. “RICH?!”

Richard looked between Gabriel and Rob. “Hey, don’t look at me! I didn’t do this!”

“We’re in so much trouble…” You muttered, covering your face with your hands.

“Fellas-” Gabriel tried to add in.

“How else do you explain the doppelganger?!” Rob cried.

“Fellas!” Gabriel repeated, louder this time.

“You think I’m not freaking out?” Asked Speight, who was very clearly freaking out. “Because I’m freaking out!”

“Fel- forget it.” Gabriel sighed. He snapped his fingers and the argument went silent. The two actors in front of you shared muted yells before they realised that no sound was coming out.

“Gabriel, what did you do?!” You asked.

“Took their voices away for two seconds, relax. It’s not permanent.” The archangel assured. He faced the TV stars. “Now, I’ll give them back if you promise not to start screaming again. Capiche?”

Rob and Rich shared a glance then nodded. Gabriel snapped his fingers again.

Richard massaged his throat, making sure no lasting damage had been done. “We shouldn’t talk here.”

“Good idea,” You agreed. “Maybe your hotel room?” You felt so embarrassed to be asking that, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“217,” Rob said. “We were going to the bar but-”

With a snap, you all stood in a hotel room. Two queen beds lay half made. A couple half-empty suitcases were open on the floor, two empty beer bottles sat on a bedside table.

“-The room would work better…” Rob finished.

The two actors looked around, noticing the sudden change of scenery. You were pretty sure you saw Rich pinch his arm.

“You’re the real deal.” Richard said.

Gabriel smirked and shrugged. “I’m the real deal.”

“Look, it’s complicated and makes my head hurt to think about it.” You admitted. “Gabriel is from the Supernatural universe but he’s in ours now.”

“A- are you gonna wipe our m- memories or something?” Rob stammered.

Gabe frowned. “Why would I do that? I'm not an asshole.”

“Well-” You started.

“Okay, so I can be a bit of an asshole. Shut up.” Gabriel admitted. “But not that much of an asshole.”

“So… what's the plan then?” Speight asked.

The archangel smiled. “Great question!” He turned to you. “Y/N, what's the plan?”

You looked at him, bewildered. “Wh- I don't have a plan! You're the archangel!”

“You're the one from this universe!” Gabriel retorted childishly.

Rob stepped in. “Okay, I think we could all use a drink.”

“Wonderful suggestion, Benedict. I'll get some ice from down the hall.” Gabriel said, sliding on his magic sunglasses. “Speight, accompany me?”

“Uhh yeah, sure.” Richard agreed.

You frowned. “Gabriel, is that the best idea?”

“Relax, cupcake. I promise I'll be safe.” Gabe assured. “Besides, when else am I gonna get the chance to talk to my actor?”

You sighed. There was no arguing with that archangel. “Fine. Hurry back.”

Gabriel grinned, pointed finger guns at you with a click of his tongue, and pulled a still shocked Richard out of the room.

You tugged off your fake golden wings. “I'm real sorry about all this.” You told Rob.

The star shrugged and scratched his beard. “Don't worry about it.”

You smiled. You really admired these actors, and here you were in Rob Benedict and Richard Speight Jr's hotel room. “Maybe we should have gone another day.”

“Heck no. This is all actually kind of exciting!” Rob grinned. “By the way, why are you here?”

“Well, Gabriel was dying so he-”

“No, not this universe here. The convention here.”

“Oh!” You said. “Gabe and I watch the show and I thought it would be fun to come here.”

“He watches a show about himself?” Rob asked.

You chuckled. “He's Gabriel.”

“True.”

“And you're one to talk, mister Rob Bennett.” You teased.

“Hey! Kings of Con is different!”

“So are you stuck here?”

Gabriel walked along the uniformly carpeted halls with his other world counterpart. “Technically no. Not once my grace is replenished.”

“When will it do that?” Rich asked.

Gabriel was quiet, shoving his hands in his trench coat pockets. “Two weeks ago…” He muttered.

Richard stopped walking. “Two weeks?!”

Gabriel loudly shushed him.

“Sorry.” Rich said, more quietly this time. “So you've been able to return for two weeks?”

“Yes.” Gabe confirmed.

Richard tilted his head slightly, confused at his own character's actions. He would have expected Gabriel to vanish the second he could. “Then why are you still here?”

Gabriel snapped his fingers, the ice bucket filling itself. “How stupid of me, I could have just done this. Let's go back!”

Richard gently grabbed Gabriel's shoulder, keeping him in place before he could run off. “Don't waste your grace. Stop avoiding the question.”

The archangel avoided eye contact. He looked to the ground, eyeing his own black loafers, the same style his younger brother wore. He envied Castiel for being so courageous. Maybe that's why Gabe wore this costume.

Rich spoke up again. “It's your friend Y/N, isn't it?”

Gabriel nodded and looked into the matching eyes. “I can't leave them. Not after everything they've done for me.”

“You guys aren't just friends, are you?” The actor asked.

“Nah, it's not like that,” Gabriel replied with a half-hearted chuckle. “Just friends. I don't like Y/N that way.”

“Gabe, come on. I know you. Hell, I am you!” Richard stated. “And I know that's not true.”

Gabriel let out a defeated sigh.

Richard held up his hand, showing the wedding band around his ring finger. “The key to a healthy and loving relationship is communication.”

“So you're saying I need to talk about this with them.”

“Exactly.”

Gabe took a deep breath. “Okay, I'll do that. But first, who wants to mess with Misha?”

“You already know my answer.” Rich grinned.

“Aw yeah, check it out! Rob Benedict and Richard Speight Jr’s phone numbers.” You said, grinning, as you held your phone out to Gabriel.

The archangel looked up from his cocoa puffs and smiled. “Nice.”

You sat down, sliding your phone into your robe’s pockets. “What’s wrong? Ever since the convention you’ve been acting strangely.”

“Don’t I always act strangely?” Gabriel replied, trying to act casual by dipping his spoon into his bowl, getting no cereal, and putting the empty spoon in his mouth.

“Yes,” You agreed. “But this is different. You’re quiet.”

It had been two days since the convention. Rob and Rich were left a little shake, but memory intact. Soon your vacation would be over and it was back to work.

“I’ve been thinking-”

“Shocker.”

“Shut up.” Gabriel replied, corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile. “I’ve been thinking about…” About where your relationship was going? The words ‘about us’ were on the tip of the archangel’s tongue. He couldn’t bring himself to talk about that, not yet.

“About?” You asked.

Gabe gulped. “About my grace. It’s fully restored.”

You grinned. “That’s great Gabriel! You can go home.”

“You see, that’s the problem. I’ve never really had a home.” He confessed. “I mean, yeah that universe is the one I was created in, lived in, died in…” His voice trailed off. He barely noticed when you took his hand. “But it’s not really my home.”

“Hey,” You said, squeezing the archangel’s hand gently. “It’s okay. You don’t have to go, and you don’t have to stay. Do what you want to do.”

“I’m going.” Gabriel said. “But I want you to come with me.”

Did you hear that right? Did Gabriel just ask you to join him? “Me?”

“Yeah, you! Who else would I be talking to?” Gabe asked.

“Why me?” You inquired, replying to his question with one of your own.

“Because you’re my home.” He answered with a smile. “You coming or what?”

“Okay, one last time.” You stated. “You want me to join you in an alternate universe with demons, angels, vampires, and who the hell knows what else goes bump in the night?”

“Yeah. Duh.”

“I’m in.”

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