#next time i'll probably open the window and start yelling where is the love of my life of the people i've been taught to hate

[the-froschamethyst4]

Making the Biscuits

𖤐Pairing: König x F!Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: EXTERNE FLUFF, language, some slight jealously,

𖤐Summary: Y/n was a black cat she named King. She got the cat before she met König, she jokes saying it was fate but King hates König and vice versa but what happens when König has to watch King for the first time??

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König stared at the black cat that hated him with a passion, the cat carried an evil look on his face, but right when Y/n pets his head he looks so happy.

"So the directions on how much food to give King is on his cat food, scoops in the bag...that should be it, for now, anything else I'll probably call me or text," she says, looking at her boyfriend König.

"Of course, Liebe," he says, standing up from the couch and placing his hands on her waist. He looks over her shoulder seeing the black cat, discreetly flipping the cat off, earning a hiss from King, and a quick bat at his finger.

Y/n didn't believe her King was a bad cat, she loves her cat with a passion, König just picks on the poor cat, calling him names and batting at the cat like he does to König.

"Behave, I'll be back in a few days," she tells König and kissed his lips. She turns to her cat, squishing his face in her hands and peppering his head and face in kisses. "I'll be back," she tells him.

"Damn cat," König mumbles under his breath.

"Okay, have fun, bye," Y/n says, leaving her house.

And immediately King hissed at König and ran off into Y/n's home office.

"STUPID CAT!" König yells at the cat, like he could understand him.

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12:00PM

König sat on the couch turning on the TV and King had come out from the home office, he perched himself on his cat tree just next to the TV, batting at the ball that was hanging, there was a bell inside, a very annoying bell inside the ball.

King was doing it to annoy König, but König had the patience of a saint and that a loud high pitched bell wasn't going to break him.

When King realized that König wasn't going to break, he jumps off his cat tree and went to the dark brown leather couch where König was sitting, rubbing his head and back on the leather couch and then deciding to sharpen his claws.

König turns and shoos the cat away.

"Stop that," he says, pushing the cat away, King swatted at König's hand drawing a bit of blood on his hand, but that didn't bother König, he's had worse happen to him.

König had gotten off the couch and grabbed a squirt bottle filled it with water, and he would spread it at King if he did it again, which wasn't long, King started to do it again and König sprayed him.

King went crazy and headed to his cat tree. He's never been sprayed before, so it made him go a bit insane.

König leaned back against the couch again, King was off his cat tree again and headed to the front door, he jumps at the handle getting König's attention.

"Do you need to go out?" A low gruff meow came from King as he bats at the door handle again, König gets off the couch and opens the front door for King, who took off immediately, then it hit König.

"Wait...KING YOU'RE NOT AN OUTDOOR CAT!!" König can't afford to lose his girlfriend cat on his first day of watching him. König grabs his shoes and starts running after King.

"KING!!"

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3:00PM

3 Hours later and König was walking back home with King in his arms. King was trying to break free from König's arms but he wasn't going to put King down.

König opens the door and drops King on the tile just in front of the door and he runs to his cat tree.

König sits on the couch, head back against the window and his arms fell at his side.

If it wasn't for the little girl who found King, König would be 6 feet under, with a headstone saying Dead: lost his girlfriends cat.

"Cat...I hate you, and I know you hate me...but...we need to get along...for Y/n, anyways," King's head jumped up hearing Y/n's name but of course didn't see Y/n.

König gets off the couch and heads to the kitchen seeing King's cat food, it was close enough for King to be fed. König grabbed King's cat dish that was a matte black with gold lettering of his name, he grabs the scoop from inside the bag and pours his one cup of food.

Once King heard his food hit his dish, he comes running into the kitchen with his gruff meow, he looks up at König pawing at him to drop his bowl.

König placed his bowl back on his mat next to his water dish looking like his food dish, König then grabs his water dish refilling it with water and placing it back next to his food bowl.

King was eating and König was finding something to eat. He opens the fridge and pulled out some leftover spaghetti and reheated it in the microwave and taking it to the living room.

King came waltzing in licking his lips and jumping on the couch sitting next to König who popped open a can of beer. King then meowed and pawed at a lose noodle hanging off the plate.

"HEY!" König moved his plate away from King. "You just ate, it's my turn."

King just meows and climbs on König's lap, he holds his plate up higher from King's reach and König had to eat by stretching his neck and eating, King would meow and try to stretch to reach the plate.

"Cat...get...off..." König was saying in between chewing his food.

Meow! He says loudly.

"Knock it off...I'll spray you with the bottle again," he threatens but King still keeps trying to get at König's food.

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10:14PM

König was getting ready for bed now, he was only in sweatpants and was drying off his face, he steps into the bedroom he shared with Y/n and her dumb cat.

King was stretched out on König's side of the bed, like usual.

"Sucks for you bud, but I like Y/n's side better," he yanks up the covers disturbing King's sleep and getting under the covers on Y/n's side of the bed.

King hissed at him and fell on König's pillow. Clawing at the pillow, König swats at King making him stop.

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6:30AM

The sun was peaking into the bedroom. König still asleep letting out his usual low snores. King had made himself comfortable on König's eyes, his soft body blocked out the sunlight.

König's snores were cut off and was waking up, his hands went to the soft body over his eyes, and started to pet King's soft body.

King hisses at König and got off of him.

"You're the dumb cat who was sleeping on me," König says, getting off the bed and heading to the shower. He had work today.

After his shower and giving King his usual scoop of food before he leaves for work.

King walks around the house meowing for someone. He goes to the living room and didn't see anyone. He heads to the window that was behind the couch and perched himself there.

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"König, how's babysitting your girls, cat?" Soap teased him.

"That damn cat hates me. I wake up and he's on my face, I pet him and he still fucking hisses at me."

"He laid on you?" Price asked, coming in and sitting next to him.

"Yeah, surprised me too, he's never laid on me, last night after I fed him and I was eating, he was trying to eat my food, something he's also never done before, he doesn't even do that with Y/n. King is ALWAYS with Y/n, so he's acting a bit different," König says.

"Maybe he's finally warming up to you?"

"Maybe, Y/n should leave you two more offend," everyone laughs.

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4:00PM

King laid on the window seal still looking outside, he was waiting for someone, but who exactly? King yawns and when he does, König pulls into the driveway.

King stretches up and heads to the front door, he hears the door knob turn and he starts meowing and clawing at his pants.

"Bud," König bends down and pets King's head, he stands on König's knee and paws at his mask. König puts his hands on King's waist picking him up. King didn't hiss, didn't fight König but instead rubs his head on König's mask.

"What do you want?" König asked, King who just meowed at him.

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König hasn't put down King since he's been home, King won't let him put him down. König tried to change out of his uniform and King would just meow, meow, and meow till König picked him back up.

He sits on the couch with King next to him, his arm on King's side as König was watching his usual Crime fighting show. King paws at König's leg then King started to make biscuits on König's thigh.

King never makes biscuits on König, he's seen King make biscuits on Y/n before, this felt like an honor that King was doing this.

King then made biscuits on König's stomach.

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A few days Later

Y/n had walked through her home calling out to her boyfriend and cat. She walks to the kitchen seeing König dance around shirtless and in sweatpants, King sitting on the counter watching him make lunch.

King then looks and saw Y/n and let out a soft meow, making König turn and look at Y/n.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," she smiles, walking to them both, kissing König's lips and petting King's head and kissing between his ears. "How was everything?" She asked.

King and König looked at each other.

"Good," König smiles and King meows rubbing his head on Y/n's palm.

"Well, that's good, I'm glad you two are getting along," she says, kissing König's cheek.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction #könig #konig x you

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

You asked for prompts! How about Stede noticing Ed’s pearl necklace and maybe telling him how pretty he looks wearing it? Or maybe it breaks and Stede fixes it for him? Either way some excuse for Stede put it around Ed’s neck and kiss his neck or WANT to kiss his neck while he does it? Basically neck kisses or yearning please!

Yes! Yessss! Neck kisses >>>>

Send me a prompt and I'll write a 1k word fic!

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“Oh, shit. Fuck. Shitdamn.”

Ed’s frustrated voice filtered in through the open kitchen window - that was what Stede was calling the hole in the kitchen wall they hadn’t gotten around to patching up yet - and Stede looked up from where he was trying to figure out how to debone a fish. Turned out the little fuckers had a lot of bones, and just all over the place, really.

“Ed? You alright?”

Beat.

“Uh, yeah, all good!”

Ed’s tone had been overly cheerful, in the exact way it always was when Stede knew all was most certainly not good. He’d definitely sounded upset, but he was usually pretty good at letting Stede know if he’d just accidentally hammered a finger or miscalculated something, so it had to be something more serious, then. Stede quickly washed his hands, deciding to leave the fish for later, and hurried outside to check on his boyfriend.

Ed had said he was going to be working on reinforcing the front steps, after Stede accidentally stuck his foot straight through the boards a few nights ago. What he was actually doing was sitting on the broken step, looking down at something in his hands, his shoulders very tense and his lips pursed like he was trying not to cry.

“Ed?” Stede slid down next to him on the step, and Ed quickly clenched his hand into a fist to hide what he’d been looking at. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Ed sighed, his voice small and creaky. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if you’re upset.”

His heart broke a little, as Ed’s lip wobbled, but he didn’t force it. If he was just quiet, and calm, and gave Ed time, then soon enough-

“I was taking my jacket off,” Ed started to explain, “and my necklace got caught on one of the buttons. I didn’t mean to pull it - I think I broke it.”

“Oh,” Stede said, quietly, and he held out his hand. “Can I take a look?”

Ed looked like he was halfway expecting Stede to yell at him, but he slowly let the necklace drop into Stede’s palm.

“These pearls are so lovely,” Stede said, trying to get the smile back on Ed’s face as he inspected the damage. It was a nice necklace, with a knot on either side of each pearl so they wouldn’t slide off the string even if it snapped, but Stede was relieved to see the clasp was just twisted open. Necklaces like this were delicate, so the damage looked worse than it actually was.

“They were lovely,” Ed corrected dully. “Until I ruined them. They were so nice, and now they’re fucked.”

“You didn’t ruin-”

“Probably for the best.” Ed rested his arms on his knees, hunching over to hide his face in his arms. “Needed to throw ‘em away anyway.”

Stede frowned. He reached out a gentle hand, hovering over Ed’s shoulder, and was relieved when Ed leaned sideways into his touch. “Why would you say that?”

Ed shrugged. “They were too nice for me. Was always gonna ruin them eventually.”

“Ed? Can you look at me?”

Stede waited until Ed raised his eyes, scrubbing at his cheeks with the back of his hand, and then he held up the necklace. “This is fixable. It’s a pretty easy fix, too! The clasp is just twisted.”

“Oh.”

“You haven’t ruined a thing,” Stede assured him. “I used to fix necklaces all the time - Mary never had the patience for it.”

Stede led Ed back inside, finding the smaller tools they kept in the kitchen and selecting a little pair of pliers. It would take a careful hand, to correct the bent metal without breaking or warping it further, and Stede wanted to do a perfect job.

“I haven’t had a necklace like that before,” Ed admitted quietly as he watched Stede work. “Too nice for me, like I said.”

Ed said it like he was trying to convince himself, and Stede scoffed.

“Ed, you put everyone else wearing a string of pearls to shame,” he promised. “You wear them well. They’re so pretty, and they look beautiful on you.”

He looked back in time to see Ed’s eyes flick shyly to the floor. “Thank you.”

Stede held the necklace up to the light, making sure the clasp looked perfect. “All done,” he declared, holding it out for Ed to see. “May I?”

“You may,” Ed said, aiming for a light, teasing tone, but too obviously flattered to really pull it off.

Stede stepped behind him, gently moving his hair out of the way, and Ed shivered at Stede’s fingers brushing over his bare neck.

“There we go.” Stede gently secured the necklace, and before straightening Ed’s hair back into place, he kissed the back of Ed’s neck. Ed hummed in delight, pressing back into his touches, and Stede pressed kiss after soft, loving kiss to the side of Ed’s neck, from his jaw down to his collarbone. “So pretty.”

Ed leaned back into Stede’s arms, sighing happily as Stede dropped a hand to his waist, holding him there. “Can you call me that again?”

“You’re so pretty, Ed,” Stede said, kissing the sensitive skin at the base of Ed’s neck, right where the string of pearls lay. “You deserve to wear whatever you want.”

“I thought you liked me best with nothing on at all,” Ed teased, pressing back into him.

Stede hooked his chin over Ed’s shoulder. “Well, the pearls are a close second.”

He hoped, someday, Ed would know that he could have the nice thing he’d always wanted but had been too scared to enjoy, and understand he wasn’t doomed to break them. He hoped Ed knew that Stede would support him, and help him find the fine things he wanted to wear, clothes and accessories that made him feel good and pretty and like himself.

But, for now, Ed had this lovely string of pearls, and it was a fine thing he knew he could keep.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

[ayodele-loretta]

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I was woken up by mom running around the house, making sure we were all awake, which was just a safety measure after what happened to Will last year. I understand her worrying but god was it annoying when you just want to sleep. Not to mention she peeks into our rooms while we are sleeping just to make sure we are still there.

"Y/N, Jonathan, Will, you gotta get up its time for the school!" Mom yelled. I groaned as I got out of bed. I went over to my dresser and grabbed out some clothes. I closed my curtains and started getting changed. I looked in the mirror to examine my outfit. Muted rainbow sweater with blue jeans and a brown jacket over all of them. As I was about to open the door when Jonathan opened it instead.

"Are you ready to go? I can pick us up some breakfast from popeyes if we leave now." He said.

"Jonathan, what the fuck! I could've been naked!" I yelled, glaring at him. "And yes, I'm ready." I say pushing him out of the way to go say bye to mom. I grabbed my backpack from the closet door and went over to mom. "Hey mom, Mike wants Will to sleepover tonight. So we will drop him off at the Wheelers."

"Karen didn't tell me about that. I'm sure it will be fine though. I'll just call her to make sure." Mom said, smiling as she went over to the phone. "You guys just head to school, Will's in the car and I gave Jonathan some money to get breakfast."

I smiled at her before heading out. I took the front seat as Will was already in the back and watched as Jonathan came out. I leaned against the window as he started driving to popeyes. Once we got there he looked at me.

"What do you want for breakfast, y/n?" He asked. I huffed. The thought of eating made me sick. It always did. Ever since 4th grade, being made fun of for being slightly overweight, everytime I saw food I was sick of it. I used to love food. I like to think of it of loving it so much I just wanted to savor it.

"I'm not hungry. I just woke up." I said. Jonathan looked very disappointed.

"Mom said you won't get better if you don't try." He said. My stomach churned.

"I will eat later. I'm just not hungry right now." I lied about that. I don't want to eat later. Or ever.

"Fine." Jonathan said as he turned to ask Will. I tuned out. Theres no reason for me to listen. I just want to get to school already, go hang out with Robin and get to Tina's party afterschool.

I must've zoned out for a while because next thing I know we are in the parking lot. I get out, stretching afterward. Then I see a new car pull in. A 1979 camaro. Without thinking I start walking towards it. I smirk slightly. It was a nice navy blue, and very clean. A girl with red hair got out and walked to the middle school. Then a very attractive guy got out. No, not attractive to me of course. Just like, conventionally attractive. The guy had blonde hair, a mullet. Definitely gonna be more of a king than Steve. He was gonna be toppled by the girls. Probably even Nancy Wheeler, little miss perfect, would fall for him. Or at least look at him.

"Yo, who the fuck are you?" He asked. I didn't even notice he was talking to me before I look around. No one. Fuck.

"Uh no one. Bye." I say before quickly turning and going into the school. That was fucking pathetic. I can't believe I would be able to embarrass myself like that. I'm such a fucking idiot. Why'd I even go to him? God you're so fucking stupid. It wasn't long until I got to my locker, where Robin was.

"So, who were you looking at?" She asked, leaning against the lockers. Hers was right next to mine so it'd make sense she walked in with me while I was internally scolding myself.

"No one. I was looking at the car. It was a very nice one. I've never seen a camaro so new so close before, let alone in Hawkins." I say, putting my stuff away other than the stuff I need for my classes. "Why? Do you like him?" I asked jokingly, looking at her. I know she was gay so I was just teasing her.

"What? No. I don't even like guys like that." Robin said. She scoffed and looked away. "I'm gonna head to class, loser. Have fun with your little crush." She teased. I think she was teasing. I'm not gay. I'm most definitely straight. I had a crush on Nancy and Chrissy. Well, I think I did. "I don't have a crush on anyone!" I said, flipping her off before heading to class. She did it back, which wasn't surprising. I sat down in my seat before I see him walk in. The guy from the parking lot. Well fuck.

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I stared at him in shock. I wasn't expecting him to be in the same class as me, especially after what happened in the parking lot. I hid my face. God, I wish Robin was here to save me from any more embarrassment from being here. I should've skipped today. But mom would've never allowed it. Soon enough the class filled up with people and everyone took their seats. I presume the guy sat next to me just for my misfortune. Not only do I have to deal with the fact that I deeply embarrassed myself by going toward him in the parking lot, now I have to sit next to him in homeroom. Next thing I know, he's gonna be in all my classes.

"Alright class. I'm gonna go through the attendance. Don't say anything stupid." Our teacher said. I sighed as each name is said, I was one of the first so I just rose my hand. Then the new boys name was said as it wasn't a name I normally hear in the attendance. "Billy Hargrove."

"Right here." The boy said. Billy. What a little kids name. Little Billy. I looked at him. How can such an attractive, conventionally attractive, guy be named something like that. He must've noticed me staring as he then made eye contact with me. His eyes were a nice blue color, a contrast from mine. His pupils seemed to dilate when they looked at me. That was weird. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?" He asked me.

"You're just like really hot." I said. Fuck. Shit. I didn't really flirt with him, did I? You're such a fucking idiot with terrible coping mechanisms. He looked stunned, like he hasn't heard that before. "I didn't mean that. You're just kind of terrifying." I turn to the front. "Miss. Can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yes, y/n, go ahead." She said as I stood up and speed walked to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror.

"You fucking idiot. I can't believe you just told some definitely homophobic guy that he is hot." I said to myself before going into a stall. I continue to lecture myself. I know that it would not help, I only know after me and Jonathan had to talk with mom about how to handle mental breakdowns and our anxiety. I wasn't listening to half of it, mostly just zoning out. I then hear the bathroom door open and wipe my face. I didn't even notice the tears until now. There was a knock at the door.

"Byers, get the fuck out of there and get back to class." Billy said. I knew it was him. He is speaking in the same voice as in the parking lot.

"I'm having bowel issues." I lied. It was quite an obvious lie. Why would I come to school with bowel issues.

"Bullshit." He responded. He then started pushing on the door. "At least open the door and tell me something to tell the teacher other than shitting problems."

"Why would I open the door for you? I don't even know you."

"God you're so difficult."

"For a good reason."

Billy just sighed. He leaned against the door. "Well I'm gonna head back to class because I don't wanna go back and carry your things to you for a bullshit excuse."

"No one asked you to carry my things to me." I said, watching him sit against the otherside of the door. He must be having a rough day because there was no way in hell he would talk to me like this.

"I know you're gay. You're even lying to yourself." He said. Wait. What the fuck?

I blinked before looking back underneath the door. No one was there. Must've been dreaming again. I gotta take some medicine for that. I stood up. How much did I imagine? What time was it? I check my watch. Robin got it for me after I told her how much I hate not knowing the time. 3:39. Shit. I skipped all of school. Though my stuff was outside of the door. He must've came here with my stuff.

I opened the door and picked up myself. I then walked outside, going to Jonathans car. School wasn't out for another 10 minutes but I can wait. Mom must be worried by me missing all of school. I'll tell her I was having bad anxiety again. Whatever. I promised Jonathan I would go to the stupid party at Tina's tonight so we would go drop off Will at the Wheelers and then go. Eventually, Jonathan and Will got out and came to the car. Jonathan looked at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I got out early." I responded. He must've believed me and got in. We began driving to the Wheelers. We were gonna pick up Nancy and Steve since Steve's tires were slashed by some middle schoolers earlier this week. I watched as Billy and his little sister, I assume, came out to their car. Billy looked at me through the window, a slight glare. I hate this. I made the new guy hate me already. Great job me.

Once we got to the Wheelers, Nancy and Steve got in after Will got out. Karen was watching, telling Nancy to not do anything bad or get drunk.

"Dude you had to bring your brother?" Steve said. I flipped him off.

"Shut the fuck up, Harrington before I beat your ass with your own bat." I said. I wouldn't really do that. I don't even know how to properly swing. Nancy rolled her eyes as we drove to Tina's house. The party didn't start till later so we waited for a while. I closed my eyes and dozed off.

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I woke up to Nancy tapping my shoulder. "Come on, it's time to go in." She said. She was all dressed up for the Halloween party, everyone in the car was. I wasn't. I only came because I didn't want to watch Will and the last option was to go to a shitty party the whole school is at.

"Fine," I say, getting out. I walked into the already bustling party. Immediately my anxiety peaked, seeing how everyone is so packed together. There was food all over the floor, and beer everywhere as well. I walked toward one of the only clear areas. The kitchen. As I started I see Billy. I slouched some more, crossing my arms, as I passed by. Next thing I know, something gets liquid all over my shirt. I turn to the source. It's Billy. Of fucking course. "What the fuck, dude. I just got beer all over my new shirt." I say walking up to him and standing up straight. I was pretty short compared to the rest of the guys in Hawkins, standing at 5'4". Mom told me my growth must've stunted after I got a concussion at 9. I had to look up at the blonde.

"It's fine it washes off." Billy said before snickering. I scoff.

"You're such a douchebag. Go fuck yourself." I said. I turn to head to the kitchen when I hear him and the rest of the brainless basketball guys start laughing. I go into the kitchen to see Steve and Nancy. I pushed them out of the way and got a cup of punch. I knew it would be spiked. It's a high school party full of teenagers who think they are cool. I don't care. Maybe a lack of judgment is what I need. Alcohol infected brain like a smoker's heart to get rid of the daydreams and the anxiety. Maybe people would like me more.

"Woah, y/n, slow down. You're gonna get blackout drunk if you drink anymore." Steve said. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows before putting the cup down and leaving. I see Nancy also getting juiced up before Steve tries to calm her as well. I smile as I see some random people dancing and talking. I join in, dancing and talking as well. It was quite fun. They gave me some more drinks, so I downed them. This was so much fun.

As time went on I felt tired and sick. I made my way to the couch. I saw Billy also sitting down, he seems to still be talking to the ball nerds. I chuckle to myself. Ball nerds. I sat next to Billy. "Heyy, I know we got off on, like, the wrong foot but like, you're actually really cool." I say, looking at him. His eyes furrowed slightly, not expecting me to talk with him.

"Uh, okay? I've heard that a million times already." He said. I laughed slightly, leaning against his shoulder.

"But have you heard how you're eyes are such a good ocean blue and how you and your sister could be models. I mean," I touch his chest, "look at you. You're jacked, even better than Steve. But you also are like a massive asshole to people for no fucking reason." He pushed my hand away but left me leaning on him. "It's okay, that's how Steve was last year. Until my little brother went missing in this place called the upside-down and Steve was like, 'Nancy, don't leave me, I'm insanely hot and everyone loves me but secretly hates me.' and Nancy dumped his ass for my brother for a little bit, but then they got back together after the Demogorgon came over and beat the shit out of them." I spilled. I looked up at Billy. He seemed to be really confused.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Is this your first time being drunk or some shit?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not socially awkward anymore so I guess my life got better after the alcohol. Oh did you know that when I went to the bathroom in homeroom, you came in and told me I was gay? Turns out, I was daydreaming. It's a mental illness I have. I got it all while Jonathan only got anxiety with me." I said, yawning. I looked at the door for a moment. I saw Jonathan rush out Nancy. "I guess Steve and Nance just broke up again, my brother gets only one bitch and that bitch is Nancy Wheeler. Fuck her for being in love with my brother and Steve at the same time." I move to lay on his lap. "I'mma just take nap here, 'kay?" I asked before passing out. Billy looked down at me. He sighed. He must've known that Jonathan was my ride here and now Jonathan is gone.

"Jesus Christ, y/n." He muttered. He didn't push me off. He kept me there. I stayed there until the party ended. I then was picked up by Billy, taken to his car, and buckled in. I shifted, groaning slightly. He didn't know where my house is unless he was stalking me, and mom would be home by now. He took me to his house. He seemed thankful when he looked out into the driveway, a sense of relief as he unbuckled me and got out. He went to my side and took me out, carrying me to his room. I woke up when I was plopped onto the bed.

"Fuck." I said, looking around with hazy eyes. I see a red-head peering into the room.

"Billy, why'd you bring someone back home? Y'know your dad will get mad." She said. She was pretty. Was it Billy's sister?

"Get out, Max." He said, going over to the door and closing it. He turned to me. "You, go back to sleep. I'll take you home tomorrow. I shouldn't have driven now." I listen and immediately went back to sleep. Billy laid down in the bed, facing away from me.

I woke up quickly the next day. I looked around the room, catching a glimpse of a garbage can. I hopped out of bed and grabbed the garbage, vomiting into it. God, that shit inside my system is so gross. I vomited straight into it. At this moment, I'm glad I got good aim when it came to this. My stomach hurt so bad. But then I realized, this was not my house. I leaned against the edge of the bed and held my head, as it started to hurt. Soon enough all the memories came back. I told Billy about Will, the Demogorgon, my dreams. Shit. I stood up and looked at the bed. Billy was still asleep. I laid back in bed. I felt terrible, there would be no way mom wouldn't notice that. Jonathan must've been responsible like he always was and didn't drink anything. He left the party early though.

"Finally you're up. I'll take you home when you stop having the urge to throw up." Billy said getting up. He walked out of his room and to his sisters, telling her to make some toast, 2 slices. I heard a groan and whine before walking to the kitchen. Billy came back in. "Max is getting you something to eat. To soak up the beer." He said. He started to put on some different clothes. Instinctively, I looked away. I know usually guys like him, they don't care if they change in front of other guys but it's for some reason weird for me to look at guys changing.

"Thanks. Um, I'm sorry for not making any fucking sense when I was talking to you. I get it if you were severely weirded out by me." I say. "Also, touching you like that. I'm not gay or anything and I really doubt you would be either so it was probably really weird." I rambled. I gotta work on rambling. Billy rolled his eyes. "Also, you could've left me at Tina's, I know how to get home from there." He stopped me from talking anymore by covering my mouth with his hand.

"Shut the fuck up. You are seriously almost as annoying as Max." He said. My heart was beating abnormally fast, especially if it were anxiety or fear. "I took you here because it would be an asshole move to leave you at a girl's house for her to take care of on top of clean up. Yeah, no." He removed his hand. "If you say another word I will kick you out and have your mom take care of you instead." I nodded.

"Billy here's your toast. Your dad's gonna be home soon so if you don't want to be called another slur, then you should get going." Max said, setting the plate down. She looked at me and gave me a dirtyish look before leaving. Billy scoffed, giving me the toast.

"Hurry up, I don't wanna babysit any longer." He said. I nod and began eating quickly.

~

After finishing, I was rushed out to Billy's car. It was really lovely. The seat was very comfortable. "Why do I have to leave so early?" I asked, looking at him.

"My dad is coming home soon." He responded. I looked a little confused. What would his dad have to do with anything? I didn't want to push any further as Billy did scare me a little bit and I didn't wanna get hurt. Not only that, I understand the daddy issues, I mean with Lonnie and all that. Lonnie is a fucking dick, calling Will a fag at such a young age. I yawned. He seemed to be relieved that I didn't push, his muscles relaxed and so did his eyebrows.

"You're really nice for driving me home," I said. "Thanks for not making me walk home like Steve would."

"Yeah, yeah. Does that Harrington guy give you trouble?" Billy asked.

"A little, only when Nancy decides she's too good for him and chooses my brother instead. Then he really hates me as if Nance would ditch him for me sometime. Nancy isn't even my type." I catch my breath. "Sorry, rambling. I need to fix that." I say giving a small smile.

"I can fix that for you," Billy said.

"And why would you do that for me?" I ask.

"Why not? Gives me a reason to overthrow King Steve." He said rolling his eyes, laughing slightly.

"You don't have to. I mean, the Byers are kind of known as the ones who are supposed to get bullied and not have that much confrontation. The most we've ever been through is my brother going missing for a while." I said. Billy looked at me. "Can you pinch me, or like punch me?" I asked. I was hoping I wasn't dreaming. I mean, it would make sense. There would be no way in hell that- "Ow! Okay, not dreaming. Thanks." I rubbed my shoulder where Billy hit.

"I didn't even hit you that hard. What are you, a pussy?" He asked.

"No, I just don't have enough muscle to protect me from that."

"Then why'd you ask to be hurt?"

"Because I daydream sometimes and that leads to the inability to know if I am in a dream or not."

"You mentioned that last night." My face burned slightly. I don't talk about my disorder and forgot I told him that. I was mostly worried about what he would say about the Demogorgon and him telling me I was gay, not just that I daydream.

"I said a lot of things that probably weren't true last night," I say. Finally, we get to my house. "Thanks, again, for driving me." I unbuckled. "See you at school. Unless you don't want to see me in that case I guess I won't. Say hi to your sister for me, she is really pretty. But not in an 'I'm attracted to her' kind of way, more of a 'She's really pretty and I love her hair' way." I say before leaving. I walked into the house before I could hear him say bye to me. I don't even know if he did. As soon as I walked in, mom ran up to me all frantic.

"Y/n, where have you been? I called Karen to see if you stayed over at her house and I called Tina's parents because Jonathan said you wanted to stay there last night. I was so worried you disappeared like Will." She said.

"Don't worry, I stayed over at a friend's house," I said.

"Which friend?" She asked.

"Billy Hargrove. He's new. Tina kicked me out because she couldn't let me stay so Billy picked me up and let me stay at his house." I say. I smiled at her to assure her I was fine.

"Okay. I'll find his parents in the phonebook." Mom responded. "Just, call me next time. I just want to make sure you're safe."

"I know mom. I'm sorry. I'm gonna take a shower." I walk to the bathroom and lock it. I sat against the door. I was so worried about what I said last night to Billy. What if he tells the whole school about me? Like I'm weird, which they basically already knew about since I'm the brother of the zombie boy and the stalker. Or what if he took what I said about my dream the wrong way and thinks I'm gay so he tells the school? Not there's anything wrong with being gay. Robin's gay. But I'm not. At least I don't think so. I mean, why would I be? I liked girls. Like, Joan Jett. And at one point I thought I liked Nancy. I mean, her sense of style is out of this world. Immaculate even. I don't like guys that way. I think. Maybe there was a spark at one point when I first saw Steve. But that was just admiration. I think so at least. Then Billy. Billy is the reason I'm acting this way. I've never had anyone come to me in a dream like that to tell me I'm gay. There was a knock on the door.

"Y/n, I need to pee, you've been in there for an hour," Jonathan said. I got up and washed my hands. They were sweaty and had crescent-shaped indents in them. I need to cut my nails before they start to cut through my skin. I open the door and see Jonathan as expected but also mom.

"What?" I asked.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Mom asked, pulling me aside so Jonathan could use the restroom.

"Nothing. Why would something be wrong?" I ask, putting on a smile.

"You know that whenever you go into the bathroom for a while something is bothering you. The last time was because you thought you were overweight and the time before that is because you wanted to look like Nancy Wheeler. What's wrong this time?" Mom said.

"It doesn't matter. Just school stuff. I just don't think I'm gonna pass a test in a few days. It's in math so it's just really confusing, y'know." I say. I walk to my room and lay on the bed. Jonathan and I have been sharing a room since there isn't enough for all of us to have separate rooms. It didn't bother us. We shared a room for 9 months before we were born. We shared on as babies and then now. We have separate beds and a curtain separating half the room since I got uncomfortable changing in front of Jonathan when I was 9. Luckily we haven't used it in a while since during the summer Jonathan is always working and I only do afternoon shifts. Then during school, he gets up early to wake up Will and get breakfast ready. I think back again, seeing Billy was nice. Like the way he was talking. He was, I don't know, gentle. Not like a douchebag. Which was very different than in the parking lot and at the beginning of the party. Maybe it was because it was morning. But he wasn't that kind to his sister. Why was he nice to me? Maybe we are friends now. Or at least acquaintances. I should get him something, to say thank you. Show appreciation, maybe get him to be my friend so my family could handle a little less bullying and have significantly less trauma than we would if we got bullied and had monsters from a fucking game. I get up and grab Jonathans keys off his bed. "Jonathan! I need you to drive me to the store!" I yell.

#oh fuck i’m gay #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x male reader #fanfic #stranger things

[yennasun]

Do you think your MT can teach Purple how to fight?

Using this as an excuse to treat my writers' block.

Summary: the gang decided to have sparring day and bring purple along, who usually spars with weapons. When it doesn't end well, they enlist the help of mango.

Little warning here, folks. This one's a long one, probably the longest one I've written so far.

"Sparring day!" Green yelled

Yellow proceeded to punch green in the shoulder.

"Hey, you trying to get started already?" He said indignantly

Yellow cocked a brow

"No, but if you wanna go up against everyone else for waking them up at 7 in the morning, then be my guest. I'll be sure to see myself out of the room beforehand."

"Lucky for you, I'm usually up by this time." MT said as he walked in the kitchen.

"Oh lucky, huh?" Green teased

MT smiled

"Hey, I may be old but I still know how to hang with the young blood." He said with a snicker

MT waded into the kitchen, even though he was accustomed to waking up early that didn't mean he particularly enjoyed it.

It was mainly because of the nightmares that he had everyone convinced weren't a problem anymore. or maybe he was trying to convince himself, too. lie to yourself long enough, and you'll find yourself believing it.

He got a cold cup of water and tried to shake the cobwebs that slowed his brain.

Taking a deep breath, he finally felt the world return to full speed.

Turning towards the hallway leading back to the living room, he found red and blue accompanying the others.

It figured red would be up earlier, too. She usually had to feed the animals around this time.

Blue usually didn't get up until later due to his injuries, so him being up at this hour was a surprise.

"-I totally get it, you love sparring day...however, are you aware that it's SEVEN IN THE FREAKIN MORNING?!" It had been obvious now that blue hadn't been happy about being woken up.

"Keep that up and you're the one who's gonna wake up everyone, not me." Green replied with a smirk.

If looks could kill, green would he dead. Blue definitely couldn't wait to get a piece of green when the action started.

It'd taken awhile to wake everyone else up, disturbing second's slumber was like waking an angry bull.

MT volunteered to get purple. He knew how much they loved to spend time with the cg, and they especially liked sparring day because it was the rare instance that MT would join them.

He approached the door across from his at the end of the hall, and as he turned his hand over to knock, he heard something.

A child's laughter.

His vision flickered for a brief moment, and he heard a voice so faint that it could he mistaken for a window draft.

"Papa!"

The voice echoed in his ear like a poltergeist, his vision flickered again. The familiar voice was shaking him.

"It's not real...it's not...real." he took deep breaths and silently breathed the words out.

And just as silently as the voice had come, it'd now gone.

He took one last deep breath and knocked on purples door.

"Huuuuh?" He heard a groggy voice answer back.

He opened the door slightly and saw purple squinting at the door from under their covers.

"'Morning, bud. It's sparring day today. Do you wanna come with?" He asked softly.

"Mmhmm, just gimme a sec." They drew out, shuffling under the covers.

He quietly shut the door and went back to the rest of the gang.

"They're getting ready." He said simply

Green fist pumped the air

"Fuck yeah!" He yelled

"Better hope alan doesn't hear you." Second said, holding a cup of coffee.

Once purple had finished getting ready, the bunch went to their usual spot by the river.

First, it was blue against green.

Blue went in with a vengeance, being an inside fighter. Green was good at all styles but great at none. He had to use all of his skills to keep blue where he wanted him.

At the end of it, the two embraced.

"No hard feelings." They said

Next up was yellow against MT.

MT had to shut down yellows speed by using his size and reach advantage. He worked his jab and straight but also made sure to get off of center line.

Once he had yellows combinations shut down, he was able to dart in and out to land his own combinations.

"Good work." He said at the end.

He watched everyone else go, then he saw purple.

They went in with yellow, usually purple sparred with weapons but yellow convinced them to work on hand-to-hand.

"Hey, don't you think they should go in against someone else?" MT asked

"Don't worry, I'll go easy!" Yellow assured

Purple refused to try and land anything, they just kept their hands up in a static position.

They couldn't let their hands go.

They had some moments, but it was mostly yellow picking at them with her quick strikes.

Thankfully, she kept her word and went easy, almost playfully so.

At the end of it, purple sat back down for the rest of the session.

They all began walking home, recounting what had happened and what they needed to work on. Purple remained silent, more so than usual.

Purple kept their head down slightly while the others talked amongst themselves, MT noticed this.

"It's okay kid, you didn't do bad." He said putting an arm around them.

"-Yeah, don't beat yourself up over it purp. It was your first time using hands instead of weapons!" Yellow remarked

Purple shifted uncomfortably.

"Y-yeah heh. I guess I thought I'd do better..." They said.

"You didn't do bad, it's sparring. There's no such thing as doing bad in sparring if you're learning something!" Yellow cheered.

"Yeah...heh, if you think about it, getting your ass kicked is kinda comes with the territory." Blue snickered.

The others continued talking amongst themselves. Meanwhile, MT began to see traces of doubt in purple's eyes. He knew exactly what it looked and felt like.

Purple dug into MT's arm a bit more. The gesture made MT smile a bit, but he was still getting used to this whole thing.

Man, I remember my first sparring sessions...

One could almost see the thought bubbles coming from MTs head as he remembered the ass kicking he received.

Heh, those were the days...

He thought with an audible snicker.

They'd approached the house, and MT took a deep breath.

Eh, it's their first time... probably just need to get some more experience. They did pretty good for it being their first time.

Purple had finally broken away from MT to go join green, he let an amused huff.

"Those two are great for each other." He said under his breath as he walked back to his room.

He took his normal clothes off and began to gear up for his new daily duties, as well as getting some exercise in. He'd be damned if he let his physique fade. He didn't give a rat's ass that he was in his 30s.

He first inspected the equipment to check for any rusting or decay in the parts, then wiped them all down with disinfectant. Blue taught him about something called MRSA, and he'd been paranoid ever since.

Once that was all over, he ran his eyes across the gym and let a smile.

Looks good to me. Time to go to work!

Months ago, the cg began the construction of a separate building occupying the space out back. After some brainstorming, they had decided on a gym.

Second had asked MT for advice on what to put inside it.

"So you're thinking, like, some treadmills or weights. Some resistance equipment, machines, and you'll probably want me to pave a jogging track, right?" He said, second shifted a bit.

"Eehm...that's not...not exactly what we're looking for..." second said, struggling to get his point across.

MT cocked an irritated brow.

"Well then, what ARE you looking for?"

"Ahh... maybe some punching bags, o-or some mats. Yknow, just to practice." MTs heart sank at the realization, it wasn't the idea of building a fighting gym that was cause for his concern, it was what would inevitably with it.

They'd want him to train them himself...

He wasn't confident enough in his own experiences with coaches, save for Rooney.

Even then, Rooney never made the final call on what his regiment would be and how intense it would be, which was usually very. With a bit creator's..."silliness" mixed in every now and then...

All he knew about coaching was what creator unintentionally taught him.

He knew the cg were a rough and tough bunch... That being said, he had no doubt creator would've found a way to break them...

Thankfully, his tension was eased.

"It won't be as much of a place to coach and more of a place to just practice, if some of the others wanna come join then they can." Yellow later told him, as she went over how the building should he layer out, what equipment would go where.

Now the building had all the odds and ends with the help of MT.

Heavy bags, speed bags, double-end bags, foam mats to wrestle on, a ring to practice striking, reflex bags, weights, jump ropes and everything in between.

Soon enough, MT grew attached to the place. He took it upon himself to be the caretaker of the gym, making sure everything is clean and functional.

He also acted as an impromptu referee for when the cg wanted to get really competitive in sparring. They'd go to the ring, instead of the arena by the river.

He also grew warm to the idea of training with them, too.

He very much loved sparring with them as well. He knew better than anyone that the best lessons are learned on the spot when it comes to fighting.

Not just that, but he also noticed the color gangs increase in combat effectiveness ever since he began warming up to them.

His mind wandered as his workrate ran on, he remembered a preacher on the streets of the dark web sermoning any who'd listen.

"-You there, would you bless me with a bit of your time to hear of the allmaker?" The bright colored older stick said, pointing right at MT.

He silently agreed, the preacher went on with words that seemed to tangle themselves in MTs head as he spaced out.

But then, he heard words that brought him a strange comfort.

"-every burden and hardship through life, be the allmaker's trials unto you! And to the strong, go the allmakers hardest and most painful trials."

He took a moment to absorb those words, the numbing peace he felt for just a second had both confused and terrified him.

He began listening more closely, until it was over.

"-and to you bypassers, scalding my words in your minds with hateful remarks, I present a question; is it bad to have too much faith...or none at all?" The preacher finished.

MT never found himself a deeply religious man, but now that he's gotten around more, there'd been many opportunities to speak to many who were. The preacher in the dark web was his first.

He found himself going back to where the preacher practiced, a community center that happened to have a chapel.

There, people prayed and followed along in sermons and confessed to their wrongdoings in hopes to atone through trial.

After what he'd been through so far, he needed to hear something that could give him some direction - ANYTHING would do!

Every day he was miserable, constantly fighting his own powers and, consequently, his own mind.

He searched for pain relief wherever he could find it, including at the bottom of a bottle.

He'd hurt people, killed even. Was there really redemption for such a tainted soul.

Or was it tainted from the start...

"Father, I-I would like to speak t'you." MTs uneducated use of his words were apparent.

"Come, child, somewhere private. I cannot allow your sins to fall on the ears of the feeble and the judgemental."

MT was taken to a silent part of the chapel, a booth sat near the corner with 2 doors and no windows.

The preacher gestured towards the booth.

MT went in and sat down.

"Speak freely, child. Do not fear the allmaker's judgment, for it is not your time to be judged, but to be forgiven." MT could not see the preacher, but heard his voice.

Wait, I didn't say anything about a confession! How did-

"How you know?" He asked

"I am blessed, child. Same as you." MT almost laughed at that. Instead opting to take a slightly harsher breath.

"Some blessing...if y'knew what this does t'me you'd say it was...uhh...uh b-bad.." he fumbled his words again, it was bad enough normally but now he's starting to feel tense.

"I understand you, poor education is unfortunately common in this area. Even moreso amongst the chained." The preachers voice lowered at the Last word?

"Chained...what's that."

"People who weren't given a fair chance from the start...one could say they were cursed at creation...now, child, speak to me your sins."

MT leaned forward in his chair slightly, bracing his elbows on the small table in front of him and putting his head in his hands for a bit.

"Only when you're ready." The preacher said quietly.

MT took longer than even he thought to make a decision.

But he did come to a decision.

Aaahhhh! Fuck it, if it's just some loon then what harm could it be?

He took a deep breath.

"Father...I did alot of bad things...I hurt people, I killed people...because I was told to...even now I'm working 3 jobs and still have to rob people to get by..."

"Child, we have all done bad things. Malfeasance spares none, and neither do scars. We are all born to the world innocent, but it's up to you to leave this world pure of heart, mind and soul." The preacher stopped for a bit, the silence in the air making way for the faux-echo of the preachers words.

Slightly above the tables height, a small window opened.

"Give me your hand, child." MT was hesitant at first, he was already anxious about this mysterious person.

"Be not afraid, I cannot harm another soul." MT felt that numbing sense of peace again, it was so inviting yet so sudden. Warm and cold at the same time.

It set off every alarm in MTs mind.

And against his judgement, he went through with it.

He put his hand through and felt the preachers palms clasp the top and bottom of his.

"Be still, please." He preachers said in almost a whisper.

A few moments of peaceful silence later, and the preacher released MT and took a deep breath.

"The blessing you bear, you see as a curse. Rightfully so...but you do not realize the potential you have...for this blessing in particular, is very difficult and troublesome to handle..."

"Then why, father, why me of everyone else!" His emotions were getting ahold of him more than the other way around, his voice broke with each syllable.

"...because someone has to... remember what I said before; every burden and hardship through life, be the allmaker's trials unto you... And to the strong, go the allmakers' hardest and most painful trials."

In that instant, his flaring emotions faded.

"Centuries ago, the allfather had bestowed great power to any who it deemed worthy at birth. there were 3 who possessed the blessing you do."

"Merqui, the final fate of the world. Her every word came true. She was hailed as a prophet but soon sewed her mouth after a mere whisper caused the death of her lover." The preacher slid 3 pictures through the small window.

One, which he was sure was merqui, was a faded pink stick figure. True to his words, her mouth had been stitched shut and black tears spilled down her features. The title of the picture read "The weeping oracle."

Next was a fierce looking stick, a darker red almost bloody-like.

"This one was named rodin. The fiercest and most capable warrior, legends say a great battle between rodin and valynx led to the creation of the mountains...which brings us to the last..."

MTs eyes wandered over to the picture and...

He stilled, and his blood ran cold. He felt the color drain from his face as his stomach felt as though it'd lost itself on the floor.

That smile...

He'd seen it everywhere, out of his peripheral vision, in mirrors, behind windows...always just out of reach, and always gone before he can get a good look at it.

"Valynx...the harbinger of destruction and chaos. The most powerful of the 3, and the most dangerous...his fanatic lust for death and conquest knew no bounds..." the preacher stopped, noticing MTs silence and even hearing a whimper come from the young stick.

"The 3 battled one another for ages, but eventually they both fell to valynx. The allmaker, seeing valynx's betrayal, struck him down and cast him into darkness where his rage would engulf him. He would bind his powers and cast them out, cursing another to take his place."

"That means it...it was a done deal from the start..." MT thought for a second that he'd break down.

The preacher put a gentle hand over his.

"Nothing is set in stone, the only constants are birth and death. What you do in between is what truly matters. Perhaps you did inherent the blessing, perhaps it is inherently more difficult to stay on the right path...but you don't have to be the harbinger of destruction."

"But...how..? I just...I-I don't get it."

"One day you will...but first you must master yourself, before you can master your blessing."

"I...I guess you're right but...but I just don't believe in nothing!" He said

"Some days...neither do i. But then something incredible happens, and everything makes sense again."

MT chuckled, for the first time he actually showed emotion in front of another.

"Ahh...you're too smart for me, heh...I guess I'm just...I'm not ready..." his voice broke slightly.

"No...you aren't...but you will be. Free will is the greatest gift the allmaker gave us, anyone is capable of great acts of bravery, or cowardice. Acts heroism, or acts of evil. Valnyx was an evil man, but that does not mean you have to be. Adversely, instead of being the harbinger of chaos and destruction, you can be the harbinger of justice and salvation!"

MT had felt a flare in himself, his vision went red and the world began go contort impossibly.

It's not true...it's not true it's not true it's not true it's not true!

He panicked, squirming in his seat. He was descending rapidly, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He hadn't even noticed the preacher reciting scriptures.

He lies! Kill him! Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him!

The grotesque voice he'd almost grown accustomed to nagged at him, and he felt his muscles flare for action.

"-thy evil corruption I will now see back from whence you came...evil shade, I say it clear...!

"Begone!"

A flash of blinding light filled the booth, MT shut his eyes and put his hands over his face but it didn't help.

Once he could finally see again, the world re-jointed itself so quickly MT felt nauseous. He looked around, blinking slowly to gather his bearings.

From the other side, he heard the preachers exhausted breaths.

"Are you okay?!" He asked

"I will be fine...it cannot influence you while you're here..."

The preacher sat, and his breathing became quieter and quieter.

"You're not ready...first, you must master yourself before mastering it..."

"And what is "it"?"

"That is not my place to tell you that...only you can uncover the truth before ascension."

Huh?!

"Ascension...what's that?" The preacher stayed silent a moment.

"I've told you too much, you believe yourself cursed and irreparable. Only good for one purpose. You must dispel these beliefs before you can truly take control of yourself."

Take control...take...control

MT bounced the words around as the two stepped out of the booth.

"Allow me to make it easier, the allmaker gave me my blessing, and with it I will use it to help and heal others. When you wake tomorrow, I want you to ask yourself; what will I use mine for?"

MT was plunged back onto reality by a horrific calf cramp.

"Awwwwh fuuuuuck!" He screamed aloud as he rolled over, gripping at the affected limb.

"Mmmmhhh this is what I get for spacing out during a workout! and not eating right...and not taking...care of my...self..." he was still a long ways away.

But he's happy with the improvement he's made so far. He's back to a healthy weight, his skin was now bright and vibrant instead of flushed and dull, even green said he saw MTs eyes stick out more.

His spats of paranoia and psychosis had become more and more uncommon, and that voice got more and more desperate.

Whatever *it* was, it knew MT was winning...and it was mad.

A horrible and sickening laugh filled his ears, it's raspy, crackly voice sounded like a fork gliding across a plate.

Hello again, hello again~

It said in that mocking tone.

Now it hovered right infront of him, doing everything it can to bring MT under its influence once again.

"Try something else. you'll never beat me in a battle of wills." MT told the shade, waving his hand dismissively.

The shade's grin intensified, and MT felt his skin crawl.

You, you think you know everything....but the allfather lies! You can not escape destiny! You believe yourself above me, but you're just as mad as i!

It vanished once again.

He hadn't realized how much his breath hitched in his throat.

He looked around nervously, letting his breath return.

"Hehe...shit! I need to get something to drink..." he chuckled in uncertainty.

He walked over to the water machine that he'd paid for himself after red fainted from heatstroke and poured a cup out to process what just transpired.

He drank, letting the cool liquid down as relief washed over him with the same fervor.

Finishing, he took a deep breath as a thought came through his mind that brought his energy reserves to full gear.

I can beat it...I CAN beat it...it's really possible!

He may not have gotten under its...skin...? But he still got it to leave him alone.

Just as that thought passed through, he heard the door open.

Instinctively shifting his gaze over to the door, he found the source of the sound.

"Hey...can I ask you something..?" Purple shifted their feet nervously.

"Ask away." He said with relative enthusiasm, but the pit in his stomach betrayed his tone.

I've got a bad feeling all of a sudden...

"Would you....would you teach me how to fight?" Purple pleaded.

MTs stomach sank, this was the question he'd been dreading.

"No." The word slipped past his filter and came out a lot more harsh than intended. Purple flinched a bit.

"Please pops, please! The kthers can't help me, yellow keeps trying to teach me how to fight her way, blue heavily overestimates my durability, green tries to drop me in the fire immediately a-and don't even get me started on second!" Purple drew closer, desperation apperant in their eyes. It pricked at MTs heart.

"Well I don't- I don't know what to tell you, purple....i-im not..." MT stopped in his tracks, the realization smashed into him like an overhand.

"Wait...what'd you just call me?" He turned to purple, who looked just as confused as he did.

"Pops...you don't know what that means?" Purple said with a perplexed look.

"No no no, i do know what it means its just..." Mango didn't wanna say it, purple had enough issues and he'd be damned if he dumped his own on them, he knew how they were.

"Well, you're uhh... Basically like a parent figure to me...I just assumed I'd call you pops since everyone else refers to you as a guy... you want me to call you momma?"

"No... actually, pops has a nice ring to it. Just caught me off guard is all but... don't you already have one?" Mango asked. He hadn't known if purple was born or created, but he'd heard them talk about some kind of parental figures.

"Ahh let's talk about something else." Mango took note, don't bring that up anymore.

He went silent at the question, he contemplated his next answer.

His mind circled, trying its best to come up with some kind of excuse and in doing so, his defense were lowered.

Brief images flashed through his head of his time with creator, the ruthlessness, the high demand, the blunt punishments and sharp words. The blood on the floor and creators sick grin, but instead of him and creator, it was him and purple...with him in his creators place.

He was grounded by a hand on his shoulder, he turned and purple pulled their trump-card.

Mangos eyes widened in horror and realization.

Ahh noo! Not the puppy eyes!

Purple looked at him with those beady eyes and he felt his irrational resolve wither away little by little.

"I...I'll think about it." The moment he finished he was gripped into a tight embrace by the smaller stick.

Nooooo dammit....

It was already in motion, whether he liked it or not his mind was already made up. That didn't mean his paranoia would make it easy.

Far from it, it was evident when the nightmares started.

Every night for the next 2 weeks had been plagued by dreams of him tormenting the poor stick.

Stop, father...please!

Purple begged on their knees, only for MT to involuntarily send his shin into purples face.

They fell to the ground, beaten and hopeless. They sobbed quietly.

Why are you doing this to me...

Mango almost lept into the ceiling for how violently he awoke. His solid form quivered as though he were liquidating.

His breaths came in short, ragged bursts and he swore his heart would turn to diamond from how tight his chest was.

He swung his arm behind him haphazardly, knocking his lamp over but succeeded in retrieving his cigarettes.

Throwing on his coat, he opened the door as quietly as his state of mind would allow.

"Least no one's up..." he mumbled

He walked outside on the porch and lit his cigarette with the tip of his finger.

The first drag was too long and nearly sent him into a coughing fit, but at least it grounded him even if only a bit.

Each drag made everything become more and more still until eventually his breath came back deep and controlled.

"Creator, allmaker, whatever the hells out there, help me..." he leaned against the rail and let his head droop down.

Just then, his vision went red. Laughter once again bounced in his head, mocking his perpetual suffering.

But the shade made one big blunder in letting mango know that it was behind the visions.

To master it, you must first master yourself

"I can change..." he said in a breathless whisper.

"I can change...I CAN change..." he kept repeating it in an almost cultist-like chant.

The next day, he knocked on purples door.

"Come in!" They said.

He opened the door, eyes serious and determined.

"Come with me." He said

Purples lower lip quivered a bit, but they reluctantly obeyed. Their mannerisms gave off that they felt they had no choice.

The two walked outside, and purple finally spoke up.

"Am I...in trouble..?" They asked in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

Shit...

They stepped into the gym, and MT turned to face them.

"No...but I need you to see my intensity and match it. One thing you're gonna need if you're gonna train with me, is intensity." Purple gluped nervously.

He started with the basics, the first few days were for conditioning only.

Afraid of overdoing it, he had purple run 10 laps around the gym.

They looked at him, almost insulted.

"Is that all?" They tipped their head in confusion

After 10 easy laps, purple wasn't even winded.

Well...better safe than sorry

The next thing was basic movement, stepping in a stance while remaining in position.

"You can't learn how to punch without learning how to move first. If you can't move then you sure as hell won't be able to punch."

MT had noticed purple was naturally light on their feet. He guessed this most likely came from their experience using weapons. They never needed to plant down for power when they always used sharp weapons.

He then finally drilled punches, starting with the simple 1-2.

"This is your bread and butter for fighting at range, think of the jab like your shield and your right hand like your spear. Bash with the shield to distract from the killing thrust."

Purple didn't have much power, in fact they were quite feather-fisted. Weren't very fast either, or accurate...

Man, we've got a long way to go.

But drilling defense was where all the trouble was.

He started by simply having them slip the jab. He didn't throw it hard or fast. He telegraphed enough to where they could see the movements and hard wire the reaction into their brain.

And therein lied the problem, they were incredibly hyper-reactive.

Whenever mango would drill defense, purples reactions would he panicked and unsure, almost cowardly.

No matter how much they tried, they couldn't get purple to let go of their fear of being hit.

"You need to learn to let it go, loosen up and everything else will come naturally." He'd tried to instruct.

After a particularly bad training session, one that frustrated mango very much, purple had a confession to make.

"I haven't been transparent with you." They said firmly.

"That's okay, everyone's got secrets." He'd understand as well as anyone could

"But... I think it's affecting my performance." Now mango was listening.

"I did have parents...mom was nice and dad...well not so much." Purple said downcast.

"...go on whenever you're ready." Mango lowered his voice, he knew how important this was to purple and how much courage it took.

"Everyday of my life at that point was lived in fear of him, he wanted me to fight too but...his methods were archaic to say the least...do you understand what that's like."

Yes he did, oh yes he understood all too well. Despite his demeanor he still lives most days in fear...

Purples story got him thinking...

Get outta your head, damnit! This isn't about you! He mentally scolded himself

"I do...I also know that if you don't let go of that fear, it'll follow you around for the rest of your life."

"How do I do that though, I don't have the courage to-"

"But you do have courage, telling me what you just told me... we'll just say I haven't been transparent with you either... you've got more courage than I do, that's for sure." Purple went silent, It wasn't the usual defening silence. This one was almost comforting.

"He left after awhile, then it was me and mom against the world...and then it became just me against the world...I think about her every day."

"She passed?" He knew the answer even before purple nodded.

"...it's good that you still think of her...just because someone dies doesn't mean their memories have to die with them."

I think of someone every day too...

Then, a flash of what Rooney had told him before came to him like the final piece of a puzzle.

"In order for a fighter to control himself in a fight with confidence and without fear, you must peel back the layers of the person to expose who they really are. See a spark and you feed it until it becomes a small flame, keep feeding it and it eventually becomes a roaring blaze. Keep going...then you really got a fire goin'"

MT tried a few different methods, but the one that worked the best was positive affirmations.

"Good, good! That's the stuff right there, I wanna see more of that!"

"Alright, I like your synergy, kid. I like it!"

"Fuckin' brilliant! Keep doing that!"

They were getting more confident and less stingy with their punches, but defense was still something they had to work one.

There'd been improvements but no major breakthroughs yet.

Until one of blues experiments exploded while the two were in the room.

"Fuck! Everyone alright?" Blue yelled

"Uhh yeah...but you forgot one thing." They turned to purple, who had their head tiled slightly, beside their head lie shards of glass in the wall.

"You should probably invest in some safety glasses." MT couldn't stop thinking south what happened that day.

Was it a fluke? Would the glass have missed anyways? He needed to know.

He found one of yellows pencils, saw purple spacing out, and took the shot.

"Heads up!" He yelled at the very last second.

Purple reacted quickly, looking in his direction before pulling back just enough to let the pencil fly harmlessly past them.

"-so why can't you do that with punches?" MT would later ask.

"It's, it's different. The pencil isn't trying to hurt me, the person who threw it was." Bingo!

"I want you to do something for me from now on...apply the same logic to fists, the fist isn't trying to hurt you, the person throwing it is." Purple looked confused for a second, before their eyes widened in realization.

"Oh my goodness...you're a damn genius!"

The improvement wasn't instant, but it was astronomical nonetheless.

A few more months of training, and MT developed purple into a slick-as-butter defensive counter puncher. They still had much to learn, but as of now, they were ready.

The next sparring day, purple went against yellow again.

And this time, yellow could land hardly anything on purple. Mango had turned purple into an accurate, defensive wizard.

Their fluid movement and counterpunching proved poison to yellows reckless, rapid-fire style.

Eventually yellow got frustrated and rushed in without a setup...

Only to rush right into purples counter right hand, wobbling her.

She stumbled back and put her hands up, but purple relented. Calling the sparring session off.

"Can I ask you something?" Everyone else had left, leaving the two of them sitting alone by the river.

"...sure."

"When you started training me, you always looked so nervous and unsure...why?"

That's the million dollar question isn't it...too bad I've been broke my whole life.

He kept it vague, not wanting purple to feel their own suffering insignificant compared to his.

"The way I was trained was very archaic too...just like you I had no escape, no reprieve...and I don't know anything else about training someone aside from what my master taught me...I could never put your through that, I was so afraid to that i-"

"I personally think you did a great job, yellow was just talking to me about how much of a magician you are when it comes to training...I know you might think you're too old to get over the past, but one thing green taught me was that it's never too late to change."

Those words made him think on everything, made him rethink his entire life.

He remembered how purple obeyed his every order to the letter, remembered how despite everything, they never hated him. He remembered their confession of their past to him, despite his own refusal to do the same.

"Purple?"

"Hmm?"

"For what it's worth...I'm proud of you. For everything." Purples mouth went agape, still looking at the wild river.

"Y...you really mean that?" They asked hopefully

"I do." He said

Mango turned his gaze to the river, watching its wild yet pristine waters rush downwards.

He turned back to purple and saw a tear going down their face.

He put a hand on their shoulder, not wanting to over extend.

Purple responded by rushing in and holding mango tight, as though if they'd let go, they'd lose him the same as their mother.

"Ita alright kid, I'm not going nowhere. I'm here for you..." he comforted the now sobbing stick.

"And I'm here for you too...I couldn't imagine what you went through to where you're too afraid to tell even me. But I don't think you should take it with you to the grave." They said between trying to stifle sobs.

"If you're not ready to tell me now, that's okay. It doesn't have to be tomorrow, next week or even next year. But when you're ready, you can always come to me."

Now it was mangos turn to get emotional.

On the rare times he got emotional like this, his voice didn't break. It became a dead whisper.

"I love you, kid." He said in that breathless whisper.

"And I you pops...and I you"

Healing wasn't instant, it wasn't even efficient. But that didn't mean it wasn't possible.

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Hi

It's been awhile since I posted something like this, as I said in a previous ask i just ended up getting super burnt out.

But as you can see, I have many new ideas to implement into the au (I'm overhauling it again)

I wanted to express some of these ideas in this bit and try out a new style of narration.

Yes, I understand that there are many christian/catholic themes surrounding the allmaker and the preacher. I'm not familiar with many other religions (I'm catholic) so I went with what I knew best and tried to keep it from sounding too stereotypical.

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm #animator vs animation #avm king orange #au #usfc #ava #avm mango #avm mt #avm purple #avm green #avm yellow #avm red #avm the second coming #Drabbles

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Hi, hello! Prompt: 7. “Is this sexy? I feel like this is somehow sexy”, with c) Locked/trapped in a room together and/or d) Teachers AU, for hangmox? Thank you so much!!

Hangmox!

Rivals of the Year

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Content warning: In this fic, there is a lockdown drill, but both characters are aware it is a lockdown. A character does exhibit anxiety around this, but it's not extreme and there's no anxiety attack. Read safely loves <3

...here have a preview of the Teachers AU Sarah put in my head that I now have to write At Some Point (it will not be actually started until Set the World Alight is completed as it is going to be Long. Hopefully no more than 25k but we all know how bad I am at estimating these things.)

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Adam enjoys being one of the elective teachers. He usually only gets kids in his journalism class who actually want to be there, running the school newspaper is a hoot and a half, and, well, his hallmates don't suck, either.

His lunch time, absurdly early at 10:45, hits, and he makes his way down the hallway to grab his lunch from the teacher's lounge.

"Cowboy!" yells the man who is somehow both his favorite and least favorite. "How's my fellow teacher-of-the-year candidate?"

"On my way to schmooze more of the study body to vote for me," Adam shoots over his shoulder.

Jon Moxley, or Mox as all the kids and teachers call him, bumps Adam's shoulder with his. "You wish," he scoffs. "Like, fifteen kids take your classes altogether. I'm sure you'll win those fifteen votes, buddy." He claps Adam's shoulder, fingers lingering just a little longer.

Adam hasn't not noticed Mox. He hasn't missed the way Mox's eyes linger a little longer than professional, how his fingertips brush against Adam's hand when they sit next to each other to bitch through passed notes during staff meetings.

He's not willing to risk it, though. First, the union would have his head if he was wrong. And second...well, he's not sure it's possible. "Oh, fuck off. You and your forty-something students have nothing on Matt's kids who love me too."

"Ugh, the fucking drama teacher," Mox groans. "The only reason a Jackson didn't win again is because they were each Teacher of the Year the last two years." He rolls his eyes. "Anyway, we're scheduled for a lockdown drill today. Overheard Jackie in the main office mentioning it to Carla."

Adam goes slightly cold. "Oh."

Mox's eyes go kind and gentle. "Yeah, I mean - I know we're not supposed to know, but I remember what you said last time? About how they make you super anxious." He reaches out and bumps the back of his hand against Adam's. "I didn't want you to be scared."

"That's - that's incredibly sweet, Mox," Adam says.

"Yeah, I told some of my kids I know have similar reactions." Mox says, shrugging.

"I gotta go let Hailey and Jasmine know," Adam mutters. "And Logan. God, I hope Jacob's hear aids are charged..."

"Hey, breathe," Mox says, resting his hands on Adam's shoulders. "I'll go with you, check in on some of my kids who have me in the afternoon."

Adam nods. The two of them make their way down the hallway before the announcements click on, and Adam fills with dread. "Attention, Carter High School," comes the voice of the assistant principal, "we after in lockdown. Shelter, lock, windows."

Adam's about to freeze, but Mox grabs his arm and pulls him into the nearby photography room. Adam's about to mention to Mox that Hook's probably at lunch right now when Mox checks the warnings on the door, sees it green, throws the door open, and then yanks Adam in after him. Almost automatically, Adam pulls the door closed and falls against it.

"Okay," Mox whispers, face impossibly close to Adam's. "This is probably the safest place in the building. You okay?"

Adam blinks. "It's a drill, Mox."

"Yeah, but after the last drill I saw you paler than you usually are. This way, you know where to go if you ever find yourself on your own." As Adam's eyes adjust, he thinks he can see a smile on Mox's lips. "You okay?"

Adam takes inventory of his body. No shaking, no cold fingertips. His heart rate hasn't shot up, his thoughts aren't racing. "I'm okay," he says, sighing with relief. "Seriously, thanks for the heads up." He can't stop his eyes flickering from Mox's eyes, glowing lightly in the red light, and his lips. He thinks the way his heartbeat sped up is completely unrelated to the drill.

"Um," Adam says. He's not sure what he wants to say next. He's not sure what he's about to do.

"Okay, this is gonna be weird," Mox says. Adam can feel Mox's breath on his cheek. "But, like, is this sexy? I feel like this is somehow sexy."

Adam giggles. "Really?"

"I dunno," Mox says. Adam doesn't miss the way his eyes flicker down to Adam's lips. "Just. Dark room, we're alone, we've had that tension since, like, the beginning of the year."

Adam knows exactly what Mox is talking about. The teacher-themed Twister game. The first time Adam had ever really noticed how well Mox fills out a pair of jeans. "Alright," Adam concedes, still in a whisper. "Yeah, I could see how this could be sexy."

"And we're not even in our own classrooms," Mox says. "That would feel a little weird."

"Oh?" Adam says. "What could be weird?"

"I mean, if I kissed you in one of our classrooms, that would probably be pretty weird." He grins.

"Oh, definitely weird." Adam nods. "It's a really good thing we're not in one of our classrooms then."

Mox leans in so slowly it's like he expects Adam to lean away. Adam stays right there.

When Mox kisses him, Adam thinks he's seeing stars, and it's not just the red lights from the dark room behind his eyelids. The weight of it crashes on him like a wave and he can't help but settles his hands on Mox's hips. Mox pulls away, a tiny little smile on his lips. "God, you're cute," Mox laughs quietly. "Is it weird I'm kind of happy about the lockdown? I mean, terrible, reflection of the state this fucked up country is in, but for our personal needs it's not too bad, yeah?"

Adam nods. "I've definitely passed a lockdown in worse settings." He reaches up and adjusts his glasses on his nose. "So would you, um. Do you want to get coffee or something today? After work?"

"I don't know, Cowboy. Think that might be crossing a line."

Adam feels himself blush as red as the lights. "Oh, my god. Right. Sorry. I-"

"Oh, god, breathe," Mox says, settling his hands on Adam's shoulders. "That was a joke. I just kissed you. You asking me out is not over the line." He stares into Adam's eyes, and the urgency with which he whispers is almost comical. "I need to make sure you know it's a joke."

Adam chuckles, quiet. "Okay, yeah. So is that a yes?"

"I'll see you after school, Cowboy." He leans in and kisses Adam again, and Adam settles his hands on Mox's waist. He doesn't know how much time passes, but it's enough for him to jump when the principal's voice comes on the announcements saying, "All clear, Carter High. You may resume the normal schedule."

"You good, Adam?" Mox asks.

Adam nods. "Yeah. Just thinking about how we get out of here looking not like we've been making out in a closet the whole lockdown."

Mox snorts. "I was clearly being an upstanding citizen, and helped you to safety when I saw you were panicking." He grins. "Perfect addition to my teacher of the year pitch."

"Hey!" Adam says. He stumbles a little as Mox pushes the door open. "You can't use this to, like, pad your resume!"

"Why not?" Mox asks, shooting him a grin. "You were in need and, even though you're my rival for the position, I still helped you." He puts his hand over his heart as he opens the door to the photography classroom. "God, I'm such a humanitarian."

"I fuckin' hate you," Adam laughs as they make their way into the hallway.

Mox claps him on the back, hand lingering just a touch longer than it needs to. "No, ya don't."

#HangMox #AEW Teachers AU #Yes it gets a tag #It's literally my next big writing project #*sighs* Why can't I stop #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #anxious millennial dreamboat #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #driadorim

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The next morning Freya woke up feeling a little different, a little more inspired. Sure she can mourn her mother, but she can still try to make life fun. Besides she wasn't sure how long she could even keep up the charade for that type of mentality has never been for Freya.

She looked at her clothes and felt the need for something *different*. She dug into the closet and was sure she brought her scarf.

"Found it!" she whispered, throwing it around her neck. She slid her skirt on and tucked in her favorite green shirt. She brushed her hair and buckled her sandals. Freya looked in the mirror and smiled, she actually liked the little combo she put together. She skipped out of her room and was stopped by her father.

"Heya, Freya, where are you skipping to?" he sang.

"If you must know I have to get in touch with my mind reading skills so I can find fairies. I have to fine tune it to their wavelengths." she answered.

"Heh," Ezequiel half laugh because she probably was going to talk to fairies and there wasn't much he could or should do to stop it, "So do you want some pancakes to fuel the mind or what sounds good?"

"It *has* to be fruit or a vegetable, they don't eat anything else!" Freya always talked like she actually knew the answer and at this point, Ezequiel didn't need much convincing.

"Why don't we pick some fresh fruit from the garden? Make a nice little fruit salad?" he asked.

Loving the idea she quickly races him outside, "We need strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries!" she declared.

Ezequiel followed close behind, smiling. He was just happy to see Freya finally acting normal since Sig's disappearance. Freya normally did tend the garden and she loved fruits. After a little bit of picking Ezequiel grabbed their full bowl and brought it inside.

"I'll whip this up really quick, then you can get to your mind reading training." he teased.

After their breakfast Freya went out to the garden area because apparently the flowers and plants help you with trying to find the right frequency.

She sat down on the grass and tried clearing her mind. She looked around the area, it really is nice out here though. 'It may be far, but it feels alright out here' she thought. The flowers, the trees, it all made Freya feel at home. She even grew comfortable having no friends. She closed her eyes.

She felt herself relaxing and a sense of calm about the things that have been happening lately. She knew she couldn't control them, she tried to focus on what she wanted to do, which was talk to fairies. She tried to think about the frequency that a fairy may be on. And focused on it. She felt time melting away and could hear a faint ringing noise it started getting a little more higher pitched.

"Spray under the bed!" a small voice whispered.

Freya listened some more and waited.

"Spray! They are watching!" the small voice sounded worried this time.

Freya opened her eyes and walked towards the side door. Throwing the door open she yelled, "Dad!"

Sitting there reading his book he jumped at her sudden intrusion. "Jesu- what Freya?" he said sighing in relief that it was her.

"They told me that I need to spray under the bed. They said 'They're watching'." she said very matter-of-factly.

"Spray under the.." he sighed and smiled, "Alright, I'll spray under the bed, but only if we can make some cookies tonight after."

She smiled brightly, "Absolutely!"

He stood up and walked to the kitchen, to his surprise there was a bottle labeled "Bug" Spray, but on the packaging he read that it "Get's rid of those pesky, hidden monsters in just 2 sprays!"

He walked to her room and sprayed the bottle on her bed. After he sprayed he swore he heard something let out a gasp. His skin crawled.

'What the hell *is* under her bed?' he thought.

Just in that moment a shadow ran out the window, if he hadn't been watching he would have missed it. Stepping backward he realized he was going to need help from the Queen, maybe shield their cottage.

His mouth was dry out of fear though, the thought of that thing living under his daughters bed for how long now? He brought the bottle back into the kitchen.

"Is it done?" she asked curiously.

"Why don't you tell me?" Ezequiel answered.

Freya popped up and walked to the bedroom hesitantly.

She walked to her bed and investigated it.

"Oh!" she said "Much better!" hopping into the bed and getting comfortable immediately. She looked back up at him and asked, "So what are thinking?? Chocolate chip, snickerdoodles?"

"I was thinking maybe gooey butter cookies?" he responded.

"Sounds like a plan!" she popped back up to her feet and walked past him. "Are you coming?" she asked.

He was watching her out of confusion and curiosity. 'How did she know?' he thought. 'If she only knew the truth..'.

"Yes, I'm coming." he said.

After they made their cookies, and Freya had her bath, Ezequiel let her stay up and watch her movie he got her. He cleaned up the kitchen a bit and looked up to see Freya fast asleep on the couch. Glancing at the clock he read the time.

10:45 pm

'Alright, I need to change and meet Speio.' he thought to himself.

Ezequiel peered down at his wristwatch.

11:30

'At least I'm early for once, I bet Sig would be impressed- if only she was here to see.' he thought to himself. 'It's amazing that this spot is a gateway for the Realm. It's right next to this cottage, too, awfully convenient. I guess Sig always knew where it was though. Sig was always prepared.. her disappearance doesn't make sense, if she could plan all this out how could she not prepare for getting kidnapped?'

"You really do not listen for anything when you are deep in thought." a voice spoke from behind.

Jumping at the sudden interruption, Ezequiel turns to see Speio.

"Look, I'm just trying to figure all this out still, and could you stop popping in like that? You could give someone a heart attack!" Ezequiel said still trying to catch his breath from the scare.

Speio smiled, "I suppose you're right with all the events happening lately, but I did say your name three times before."

Ezequiel looked at Speio, but had no excuse for his lack of hearing.

"Alright, wise guy, where are we going?" Ezequiel asked.

"Well what I have here are numbers. I cannot read them though, which is what the Queen has been trying to decipher, but we are unfamiliar with the sequence." Speio handed him a leathery brown sheet that read a set of coordinates. Ezequiel grabbed the sheet from him and stared at them.

"These are coordinates." he said pulling his phone out.

"And why would you need a little black mirror tha-" Speio stopped as the phone spoke over him.

"In 300 feet turn right." the phone yelled out.

"You have a *talking* black mirror? How does she fit in there?" he asked.

Ezequiel was humored by this, "You know if you guys watch us, how do you not know what a phone is?"

"I'm familiar that a phone does what our telekinesis is possible of doing, and that it connects you all somehow, but I did not know little people lived in them!" Speio said still looking at the device in confusion.

Ezequiel laughed at him, "Come on are we going to find Sig?" taking off in a full sprint. 'I want to see Sig. I have to find her.' he thought.

"You know just because you have the talking black mirror doesn't mean you can fun off without me!" Speio called from behind.

Regardless of what Speio had to say Ezequiel was on a mission at this point. He just laughed and looked at the time they would arrive.

1:47 am

'Geez.. it's going to be a long trip.' he thought to himself.

They ran and ran, it's a good thing Ezequiel was already fit enough for this kind of a run otherwise he'd be completely winded.

"Rerouting.." the phone yelled.

Ezequiel stopped in his tracks, "Wait, what? No!"

"Rerouting.." the phone shouted again.

"What does she mean? Did she forget where we are going?" Speio asked.

"I don't know," Ezequiel said getting frustrated, "Apparently I have no bars here."

"Bars?" Speio looked confused.

Ezequiel getting impatient didn't have time to explain it all to him.

"You know how it was classified to tell me about how you guys tell time? This is kind of a similar thing." he said staring at the phone just hoping it would blip.

Speio watched him desperately trying to fix it, he looked around and leaned his head back. Taking a deep breath in he closed eyes, suddenly he darted off, "Over here!"

"Wait! Speio wait! What if someone sees you?" Ezequiel said chasing him.

Finally catching up to him, Ezequiel came across a rather defeated looking Speio.

"I don't understand.. She was just here." Speio complained, "If my magic was strong enough, I would have been able to find her tonight."

"What do you mean?" Ezequiel asked.

"I can only use so much.. and I have not trained enough to have it mastered, but it will take me at least five human years to do it now." he sighed.

"Well, I don't know much about your world, Speio, but what I do know is: you have given me more hope and relief these past few months than I could have ever done alone." Ezequiel said trying his best to comfort the hybrid elf.

"It is just.. Sig was my friend, too, Ezequiel," Speio said, "I want to rescue her as you do, but I am unsure of how to help now."

"You knew Sigrid?" Ezequiel asked confused as to why he never mentioned it before.

"We grew up along side eachother. She and I practiced Nature Magic together in the Realm's forests." Speio explained.

"Why did you not bring this up before, Speio?" he asked.

"Because it was classified. You have clearance to hear this information now." Speio still looking like a kicked puppy, Ezequiel knew he had to try to comfort him.

"You know how Sig was then. You know the attempt to save her would be more than enough to make her happy. You also know she would have said 'I told you so.'" Ezequiel said.

Speio was smiling at him, "She would also have given me a hard time for coming here."

Ezequiel didn't know what Speio meant, "What do you mean by that exactly?" he asked.

"I am really forbidden to come here. I just wanted to help you and rescue Sigrid, I wish to be on the Queens good side." Speio answered.

"So then what if someone *would* have seen you?" Ezequiel asked getting worried, but also noting that Speio had interest in the Queen.

"Ah Humans I am not worried about, they cannot see me as they wouldn't believe it. But beings from other realms could be lurking, that would pose a problem." he answered.

"Speio, as much as I appreciate your help and willingness to find Sig, don't do anything that would get yourself into trouble either.." Ezequiel said, "Also if you want to be on the Queens good side, not coming here while she doesn't know probably isn't the best way to go about that."

Speio connecting the dots, "You are right, Ezequiel.. I'm sorry, I should not have inserted myself."

Ezequiel patted his back, "It's okay, but we should head back. I need sleep and you have to make sure the Queen doesn't catch you." he said laughing.

Speio smiled back. "You're right."

#freya greene #mystery #sims 4 story #suspense #sims 4 screenshots #unexpected expectations #thriller #disappearance

[moonlight-cp]

Proxy in Command (Creepypasta x Reader) Chapter 27

Series Masterlist

I comfortably lay in bed on my stomach as I tried to fall asleep. I didn't open my eyes since I figured I probably woke up early.

All of a sudden, I felt a weight slowly move on the bed. Someone was going to lay next to me.

"Sally just get in," I mumbled with my eyes still closed. I thought that Sally probably got up to use the bathroom and didn't want to wake me up.

My body was forcefully flipped so that I can see them up close.  I widen my eyes at the sight. It was impossible. How was he alive?

Derek sat on my stomach while he pinned my wrists above my head and covered my mouth with his other hand.

"What's wrong, love? Don't you miss me?" he smirked.

My screams were covered by his mouth. I kept thrashing around but he was stronger. How was he alive?

"You didn't kill me when you left. I was managed to escape the building before you destroyed it and made a deal with a demon called Zalgo," he answered. "Now where were me before we got interrupted?" He got closer to my neck and sniffed it." Darling you smell better than what  I remembered."

I turned around to look at the window only to see Zalgo smirking at the scene with his arms crossed. Derek then took off his hand from my mouth and gently moved my face so he can have more access to my neck.

"End it!" I yelled at him.

Zalgo chuckled. "Why? I'm enjoying the view."

"End it!" I repeated.

Derek was now pulling the straps of my tank top down. He glanced at me before forcefully biting down my shoulder.

"FUCKING END IT!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

My eyes shot open before I quickly sat. I wiped the sweat on my forehead as I tried to calm my breath.

"Are you okay?" I heard Sally ask who was next to me.

"Yeah," I answered. "I just had a bad dream."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Before I could reply, I noticed how bright it was outside. I quickly turned to read my clock.

9:09 a.m

Breakfast had started nine minutes ago.

"Shit! Why didn't my alarm ring?" I started panicking, not caring that I cussed in front of Sally. I was late for my daily patrol.

"Slendy turned off your alarm a few minutes after I got here," she calmly answered.

Although I trusted her, I still wouldn't believe he had done such thing.

"Why would he do that?"

"He wanted you to rest since you weren't feeling well."

I raised both my eyebrow in surprise. That didn't sound like him.

"You and the proxies have an important mission in the afternoon and he doesn't want you guys to mess up. He mentioned it during dinner so you didn't know. I think he turned off the alarm because I told him you have one."

There you go. He eliminated any factors that might threaten the mission. I clicked my tongue in annoyance seeing as I wouldn't have time to talk to Zen.

"Breakfast starts in twenty minutes. Are you going to get ready or are you going to wear your pajamas to eat?" I asked.

Sally thought about it for a few seconds. "I'm gonna shower after I eat breakfast so I'll eat in my PJs."

(~~~)

I ate in silence as I heard every conversation around me. Jeff was bragging about his recent kill to most of the Pastas, Painter spoke to Puppeteer about him running out of blood to paint, and the Slender brothers about their plans for today. Although, I couldn't hear them clearly since Jeff was loud.

I take it that you're feeling better Y/N? Senderman mentally asked me.

I nodded my head, ignoring his gaze.

"I have an important announcement to make." In a matter of seconds, the room quieted down. All eyes were on Slenerman except for mine.

"I have to leave for a few days due to an urgent matter at hand. During my absence, Y/N will be in charge."

I quickly glanced at him in shock. I expected him to place one of his brothers in charge, but me? What was so urgent that he had to leave us anyway?

"Training will continue and I expect to see improvement after I return. Is that clear?"

Everyone nodded beside his brothers and me.

"My proxies, as I announced last night, you will have an important mission late afternoon. I will already be gone by the time of your arrival, but I still expect a mission report. I will go on further details after breakfast in my office."

I glanced away as I thought about the mission. Why would he cancel our morning patrol for a late afternoon mission?

(...)

After breakfast, the proxies and I waited for Slenderman outside the door. After he arrived, we went inside. Toby and I sat on the chairs while Masky and Hoodie stood in between us.

"I've been trying to strengthen my abilities in sensing humans and immortals in the forest. It's still a work in progress however, I sense there's a human living in our cottage. They keep going in and I need you four to extinguish him."

"When do we leave?" Masky asked.

"Around five in the afternoon. They're usually at the cottage at that time and I want them eliminated as soon as possible. They shouldn't be armed so the mission should run smoothly."

Zen was the first one that popped into my mind. I didn't know where he sought refugee since I've only seen him in the forest. Although if he was indeed banished from the forest, then he must have lived in the city throughout these years.

"Slender, wouldn't it be beneficial to carry out on the mission at night when they're asleep?" Hoodie pointed out.

"No."

I furrowed my eyebrows at his response. "Hoodie makes a point. Plus the mission should take us a few minutes to get it done. I doubt it'll ruin our performance for our usual patrol."

"I said the mission will take place at five and that's final," he slammed his hands on his desk as he looked directly at me.

Instead of flinching, I stared directly at him. It made me remember all those countless times when he shouted at me to do better when I was a kid. I was surprised my comment made him react like that.

He turned around to look at the other proxies, "You three are dismissed. I need to talk to y/n alone."

I glanced at the three proxies and surely enough, they glanced at me too. They were probably shocked that they had witnessed Slenderman yell at his second in command. I kept my gaze on the floor until I heard the door shut. I finally dared to look at Slenderman.

"Slender, I don't-"

"Slenderman," he corrected me.

I was quiet for a few seconds as I debated what to say next.

"Sorry, I just kept hearing the Pastas calling you Slender so I thought-"

"It doesn't apply to you, Y/N, but continue."

I bit my lip before continuing, "I don't understand why you're not trusting your brothers in charge, sir."

"You're wiser Y/N. Hate to admit it, but my brothers have their childish moments." He answered. "You're also clever which is why I know you'll figure out why I want this mission to take place earlier than usual."

I slightly tilted my head sideways. Before I could question what he meant, he had already changed topics.

"During my absence, I want patroling and training to continue. A report is also expected by one of you. There are also a few missions I want the other creepypastas to carry out. The information is on the blue folders," he pointed at blue paper folders that were stacked on the left side of his desk. "As for training, I want the Pastas to try to learn a few moves when wielding a weapon such as a dagger or a knife. As for the meals, my brothers will be in charge of making them. Any questions?"

I debated on whether it was wiser for me to ask about his mission.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to be on the lookout for another creepypasta and get a weapon. That's all you need to know."

I furrowed my eyebrows as I thought about the conversation we had during training. He had mentioned one of the Pastas called Dark Link and the other probably being Zen. Why was he in need of a weapon?

"No, sir."

"I want you to be inside the office and make sure no one goes in, is that understood?" He asked as he gave me a key to his office.

I nodded my head, "Yes, sir."

Although I've been calling him sir for years, it now felt weird. For years I felt more than admiration towards him, but after what I learned through Zen, it didn't feel right anymore.

(...)

The cabin was about an hour away from the mansion. Although Slenderman wanted us to leave at five, the mission wouldn't take place until six in the afternoon. The sun was barely visible in the dark blue sky and there was peaceful silence. Except for the sound of the crunching leaves and Toby's ticks.

"A-Are we th-there yet?" He suddenly asked.

"I'm saying, we should have taken the other way," Masky annoying groaned.

Hoodie shook his head, "We wouldn't know the way Masky. Plus Y/N is the one that knows her way around here."

"Hey Y/N, why are there cabins in the first place?"

I kept walking forward as I answered Masky's question, "Slenderman built it so humans can think they would be safe there. Then, they would be killed by Slenderman or me. They're also used as safe houses for us." We silently walked for a few minutes when I finally saw a glimpse of the cabin.

"Toby, the cabin is straight ahead."

Although Toby had a mask on, I could tell he was excited about it or maybe he just wanted to get it over with it.

As soon as we were a couple of feet away from it, we noticed that the cabin was dark. Somehow there was electricity available in the cabin yet the person behind it had failed to use it.

"Maybe they're not home?" Hoodie shrugged.

I took a few steps in the front so the proxies were behind me. I shook my head as I tried to detect any movement through the white see-through curtains.

"Think about it, why would Slenderman want us to kill them right now instead of a few hours. Something doesn't sit right."

"Only o-one way to f-find out." Toby then got ahead of me as he slowly went upstairs.

"Toby!" I whispered before following him. Masky and Hoodie were near the stairs in case if something happened. Both Toby and I were on the sides of the door as he slowly began to twist the doorknob.

I still had a bad feeling about this mission. The timing was weird seeing as it didn't make any sense and the lights were off even though it was already dark.

Slenderman's words then echoed through my head.

"You're also clever which is why I know you'll figure out why I want this mission to take place earlier than usual."

I furrowed my eyebrows as I thought what he meant.

Usually, these types of missions take place during night time so we aren't seen and the victims are usually sleeping. Maybe they were currently napping or maybe they aren't here. Slenderman had also called me clever to figure out why he picked the time. He may have purposely lied or skipped a detail if...no...

It was a test.

I widened my eyes as I realized what Slenderman had meant. By the time I realized it, Toby had already opened the door. I immediately pushed him away from the entrance, but a gunshot was heard and I felt an excruciating pain in my stomach.

"Y/N!" Both Masky and Hoodie yelled as they got upstairs and ran towards the intruder.

I flipped my body around and applied pressure on the wound. I squeezed my eyes in pain.

"Y-Y/N!" Toby panicked at the sight of crimson blood. He got on his knees and brought my head to lay on him.

"It's fine," I grunted. "Help the other proxies-"

Another gunshot was heard which made me open my eyes.

For a few seconds, I was worried if the proxies got shot, but then remembered they were immortal. I looked down at my stomach and surely enough, I was losing a lot of blood.

"Y-you're n-not i-i-immortal," Toby cried.

I couldn't lie to them anymore since Zen was nowhere here plus he couldn't risk exposing himself to the others.

"There's a medical kit inside," I assured him. "If you kill the intruder we can go inside and treat the wound."

Footsteps were heard from the inside. Whoever was alive was coming towards us. I glared at the doorway as I brought my dagger out with my other hand. If the intruder was going to come out, I could throw the dagger at him.

I dropped my dagger as soon as I saw the familiar white and black mask.

"He's dead, Hoodie is going to exterminate the body but Y/N what the fuck are we going to do with you!"

"S-she s-s-said there's a-a me-medical kit in-inside," Toby's ticks were getting worse.

"S-Someone bring me inside while the other go grab the kit in the bathroom," I groaned in pain.

"M-Masky g-grab t-the-"

Masky shook his head as he got down to carry me. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're going to drop her, you idiot. You grab it."

As Masky picked me up in his arms, the pain got worse. Masky noticed my expression and mumbled a sorry as he carried me inside the cabin.

He softly laid my body on the black couch. Hoodie came out of the bedroom with the body of the intruder. He looked like he was in his thirties and had dirty blonde hair. Hoodie glanced at me before exiting the cabin.

"Toby hurry the fuck up!" Masky yelled with rage. He took up his mask as he helplessly kept looking at my blood staining the couch. "You don't think it's late to call Slenderman or E.J," He asked me with a worried expression.

"Slenderman is gone and EJ doesn't know where the cabin is located, therefore he won't know where to teleport," I answered.

Masky waited for a few seconds before running to the bathroom. I had a hard time trying to steady my breath and it didn't help that my vision was blurring.

I couldn't help but feel anger towards Slenderman. He knew the intruder was aware we would kill him and therefore he was prepared. Slenderman wanted to test us in how we would react to these events. He had done similar things during my training which made me wonder if he purposely lied about the number of associates back when I had the mission with Derek.

Masky soon arrived with the kit along with Toby behind him. Masky opened the kit so that I can get the forceps out.

"You're going to extract the bullet? You need to be sedated first."

(A/N please don't do this if you're ever shot. I only included it to make the story dramatic)

I scoffed, "You think I have time for that? My life depends on this! Help me remove my top."

I slowly sat up as I began to undo the buttons.

Masky hesitated but as soon as my black tank top was shown, he didn't hesitate anymore.

Toby was standing there watching as his ticks got out of control.

"Toby, I'll be alright," I tried to calm him down but I felt the room now spinning, clearly not a good sign.

I clenched my teeth as I brought my tanktop up to inspect the wound. Immediately, flashbacks from Zalgo pulling up my hoodie came up in my mind which made me whimper.

My hands kept shaking as I grabbed the knife I had. I had to open up the wound for me to reach the bullet.

"Toby, do me a favor and check up on Hoodie," I said as I started cutting my skin. "I bet he needs help if-" I clenched my teeth as I sensed a figure walking towards us. As soon as I finished cutting, I placed the knife in the kit and looked at the doorway. Hoodie had been watching me without his mask. I noticed his worried expression,

"Wh-where's the body?" I grunted as I grabbed some cotton and the forceps.

"I thought you might need my help."

I turned my head to look at Toby. "Toby follow my orders. Help Hoodie exterminate the body. Masky and I will stay here. I need you to trust me when I say I'll survive." My breathing was already ragged meaning I had seconds before I faint. I needed Toby to leave the room if anything else went downhill. If he stayed then I wouldn't be surprised if he fainted first.

I tried to blink my tears away as soon as he started leaving with Hoodie. My vision was worsening.

I made sure Toby had left before I looked directly at Masky. "Masky, you have to take the bullet out," I whispered as I gave him the forceps.

"But I don't-"

"Tim, I need you to listen to me for just this once!" I yelped. "I'm going to faint at any second so I need you to disinfect it, take the bullet out, then stitch it. Slenderman taught me how to handle pain so I'll be fine"

Masky glanced at the wound before looking at me. He then poured rubbing alcohol on the cotton ball before gently placing it on the wound. I quickly grabbed my uniform top and used it to bite into it as he dabbed the cotton on the wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept apologizing. I closed my eyes to prevent tears from falling. Unfortunately, one had fallen, and to make matters worse, it was on Masky's side.

He then grabbed the forceps and was about to look for the bullet, but he stopped to look at me with worry as he saw the tear. I opened my eyes and nodded my head to signal him to continue. He let out a deep breath before finally using his hand to spread out the wound to search for it. I felt the sharp pain spread throughout my stomach, but then it went numb. I started to see black dots as I looked at the ceiling.

Wait, why was I here in the first place? What was Masky doing?

I turned my head to look to my left and saw Masky holding the bullet with the forceps.

I weakly smiled at him before I felt my eyes roll up and my head drop to the side. Darkness then took over.

(~~~)

Splendorman sat in silence on the dining table with a cup of coffee in his hand. He had been patiently waiting for his niece and the other proxies to arrive. Before his brother left for a personal mission, he had told the others the proxies would arrive no later than eight. It was already eleven and there was still no sign of them. He had already checked their rooms in case they decided to skip dinner, but their rooms were empty.

"They're still not back?" He heard his brother ask behind him.

"No," he sighed. "Offender, I fear that something must have happened to them."

Offenderman took a seat in front of him before looking at the door. "Should we go and find them? I have no idea where the cabin is located."

"It's purpose is to stay as a secret location brother, just as why Y/N can shield her thoughts from Slenderman. We cannot let history repeat itself."

Offenderman let out a forced laugh, "Funny how he trusts her with these huge responsibilities yet he still won't give her the gift of immortality." He leaned back on the chair before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "And I bet if she was immortal we wouldn't be here and be all overprotective of her."

Splendor took a sip of his coffee after he nodded in agreement. "Y/N has proved her loyalty for years yet he still doesn't think she deserved it since he's afraid of the prophecy coming true."

"Prophecy, my ass. He fears Y/N would leave him just as Zen did. If he didn't train her to be as submissive then I wouldn't be surprised if she left him. On the contrary, I would even help her flee and make sure Slenderman doesn't find her ever again."

Splendorman started fidgeting his knee. "I believe we should have done that a long time ago brother."

Offenderman tilted his head in confusion. "What are you saying?"

"After we noticed Y/N's change in behavior, we should have known her training was the cause. You know how well Slendy violently trained her at a young age. I assume if we did that then Y/N would have a proper childhood for a longer time and she wouldn't be so cold around everyone." Although he couldn't see his brother's reaction, he knew that he agreed. "I have a feeling dark times are coming especially due to Zalgo's return. If y/n gets hurt or possibly gets killed by-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Offender spatted out.

Splendor let out a heavy sigh.

"You and I both know it's possible, brother. But by the time it happens, it would be too late for Slender to fix his mistakes and y/n will be dead."

Series Masterlist---Next Chapter -> (Chapter 28)

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #slenderman #ben drowned #toby #ticci toby #zalgo #lord zalgo #jeff the killer #bloody painter #puppeteer #creepypasta x y/n #masky #hoodie #splendorman #trenderman #offenderman #laughing jack #eyeless jack #homicidal liu

[nickydestati]

me, rewatching TOG & seeing nicky and joe on the train: god i wish i had someone to curl into like they're my skin... anyways im gay

I am RIGHT there with you, dear anon!!! The intimacy of two 900 year old dudes sleeping in each other's embrace on a train.... unparallelled! They really do make you believe in true love 🤧🥺💖💘💗

#and the gay yearning™️ gets worse with every rewatch #next time i'll probably open the window and start yelling where is the love of my life of the people i've been taught to hate #WHERE IS MY MOON WHEN I'M LOST IN DARKNESS AND WARMTH WHEN I SHIVER IN COLD #WHERE IS MY INCURABLE ROMANTIC #@DESTINY I AM READY #i'm glad we're in this together anon 💛 #anon #answered

[nothoughts-justdraw]

Sing 2 Review (SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!) ⚠️

I just watched Sing 2 and I have got to say, I LOVED IT!! The animation! The scenery! The characters! The songs! Everything was amazing!

Let me talk about some moments and some highlights of the movie. There will be spoilers so if you want to wait until you see the movie, feel free to skip ahead.

Now let us begin!

The opening scene, I'll be honest, came out of nowhere. It was a bit weird but at the same time enjoyable to watch. It's nice to see that the characters still perform at the theater. And it was nice hearing more of meena singing. In the first movie, meena didn't really sing that much so I enjoyed hearing her vocals in this scene. It was also very colorful, as expected from an illumination movie.

The cover of 'let's go crazy' was great!

Nice to see that nana noodlemen comes to see the shows now. Makes sense what with her love of the theater and all.

I found it funny how rosita managed to convince everyone to head to redshore city. Just her facial expressions as she mentioned how she convinced her husband to watch over her kids. Which I imagine can't be easy

Also, did her kids multiply since the last time we saw them? It looked like there was more than usual

The bus scene was nice. Seeing how their songs caught the attention of everyone on the bus and how they were just vibing to it

The scene where they're sneaking into the crystal building (I forgot what it was called) got a smile out of me.

Can't say I didn't feel bad when Johnny's head hit the door. But I also can't say I didn't chuckle at the scene.

I immediately got bad vibes from Jimmy crystal.

The song they sing when convincing him to do the show sounded beautiful.

SPACE

Gunter is just me when coming up with a fanfic. Constantly changing things up

Seeing how everyone interacted with the piglets was cute!

Klaus is an ass.

Okay, I'll be honest. I didn't really like Darius. He just came off as....oh how do I put it? Unbearable?

Number of Jimmy crystal's threats: #1

I like the small detail where you can see porsha get sad when her father leaves her to his assistants.

Clay Calloway is prepared for intruders. Though I think he may have scarred miss Crawly.

I felt so bad for Rosita in the next scene.

Seeing Johnny basically get a panic attack because of Klaus made me hate him even more!

I love Johnny and nooshy interactions with each other! When Johnny asks if they could talk over coffee or something, nooshy states that he's kinda forward and he immediately started stuttering. Methinks the two have good chemistry -w-

Number of Jimmy Crystal's threats: #2

Meena and Alfonso are so cute together!

Clay warned them about the fence. Now they ded-

Okay, every moment that showed Clay Calloway made me sad. And the song ash sang didn't help, it just made me cry.

I felt bad when porsha got yelled at by Jimmy. She really is talented, her dad's just an ass

Never thought I'd see attempted murder in a movie about singing-.....actually, scratch that I've seen the lion king.

While suki isn't my favorite, I did like how she helped buster out.

The first thing buster does is warn his friends about Jimmy and I love that. He truly does care about them

There's never a dull moment with buster moon. One minute you could be practicing for a show, the next you're jumping out a window!

THE MAIN PERFORMANCE!!!

The scenery was beautiful!! I wish there was a show like that in real life. Though I probably couldn't afford to see one like that ;w;

Loved Johnny's part! When he's singing near the end and you hear his voice get more and more intense as it goes on gave me goosebumps!

Porsha's song and character development was great! I also liked how she stood up to her dad as well.

Yeah no, my feelings towards Darius haven't changed.

Meena x Alfonso

And now time to show the kiddies another attempted murder scene! :D

Ash and Clay's performance made me tear up a bit. I loved it!

Rot in hell jimmy

Porsha has joined the adopted daughter of buster moon list alongside ash

Welp, that's all I have to say about to movie. I tried not to spoil too much but there's just so much to talk about! I hope we'll get either a third movie or maybe a series!

Prefer a series though since we've seen what happens when they continue a movie franchise (despicable me)

Anyway, that's all for now! Have a nice day! ^^

#sing 2 #sing 2016 #sing ash #sing buster #sing johnny #sing meena #sing rosita #sing gunter #movie #sing 2 spoilers #spoilers

[yourlocalfictionalenthusiast]

IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART TEN

:Masterlist:

A/N: And that’s a wrap! Ahh, writing this series has been so fun and I’m so glad that so many of you have liked it so much. Thank you guys for staying until the end and hopefully for upcoming stuff 👀 I hope you enjoy the finale of In Life, In Death... <3

(Also the song mentioned in part six and this part is ‘She Is Love’ by Parachute) <3

-

December 1994

Luke groaned as he woke up, squinting hard to try and adjust his eyes to the amount of light in the room.

Even before he could see clearly, he knew he must've fallen asleep in the studio judging by the soreness in his back and neck that he always got when he slept on the old couch. It couldn't have been more than six in the morning, and Luke could still feel the tiredness in his bones. So he tried to turn away from the light and hopefully fall back asleep, but there was something keeping him firmly in place.

His heart skipped when he looked down and saw that you were laying right next to him with your head on his chest and an arm thrown across his stomach. When he realized that his own arms were wrapped around you, his heart broke out into a full-on tap dance.

Waves of confusion ran through his still-foggy brain until he saw his guitar case propped up against the piano and his backpack on the floor with his clothes spilling out of it.

Then the events of last night quickly came back to him.

How he had gotten home late from rehearsal and his mom was waiting in the kitchen with his latest report card and her signature lecture at the ready. One minute he was standing there yelling, packing all he could fit into his bag, and the next, he was halfway to the studio with the rain soaking him head to toe.

He had expected it to be empty when he finally got there, but he was flooded with relief when he saw you. All the frustration slowly melted out of him the longer he laid there with you, leaving him feeling exhausted and shivering despite how warm he felt.

The last thing he wanted to do was talk about any of it, but when you asked, the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.

He remembered rambling and crying again, the sound of your voice and the feeling of your fingers in his hair warming him up even more. Then finally, he remembered falling asleep with his chin tucked on top of your head, the smell of your shampoo filling his senses.

Without thinking, Luke reached down and carefully pushed a piece of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear and smiling to himself when you shifted into his touch. Then taking in a sharp breath as the realization ran through him all the way down to his toes.

You were his best friend.

The person he wanted to see at the end of a long day. Whenever he was full of anger or lost in confusion, all he had to do was look at you and everything suddenly made sense again. With your pretty smile and laugh, and your way of flipping that little switch inside him that made his head all fuzzy and the ground start spinning under his feet.

You were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

-

2020

All you felt was a mixture of anxiety and nausea as you stood on the Orpheum's street corner, biting the tips of your fingernails.

The entire plan hinged on Willie and Teddy getting everything done in time, and considering that they had betrayed you all before, you couldn’t help but expect the worst.

“Look, don’t worry. Willie said he’ll get us on that marquee.” Alex said nervously as he kicked pebbles across the sidewalk.

“This is going to work, right?” Reggie asked.

“It has to.” Luke mumbled, wincing seconds later when another shock hit them.

Two sharp pops cut through the air behind you and you all whipped around to see Willie and Teddy standing just a few feet away. Willie was watching you all carefully with concern written all over his face, his eyes lingering on Alex longer than anyone else. Teddy stood at the edge of the group, practically burning a hole in your face with his guilty stare.

“Are you guys okay?” Willie asked.

“Yeah, nothing we haven’t felt before.” Alex laughed awkwardly. “How’d it go?”

“Well, when the opening band wakes up, they’ll find their bus two hundred miles out of Vegas.” Willie said with a proud smile as he did a spin, showing off his stolen jacket with the band’s name across the back.

“With absolutely no chance of getting back in time.” Teddy added.

Luke gave Willie a fistbump and pointed up to the office above the Orpheum. “That means there’s probably a promoter up there freaking out right now.”

Willie grinned, sarcasm laced in his tone. “Nah, man. This is Hollywood. I’m sure he’s being very professional.”

You laughed and then Alex slowly inched forward, clearly struggling for the right words to say to Willie. You gave his arm a quick squeeze before following Reggie and Luke down the street to give them space. Before you even got halfway down the sidewalk, Teddy poofed next to you.

“You know, If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you don’t want to talk to me.” He joked.

“Teddy-”

"I just-I didn't want to leave things the way we did." He rambled. "I'm sorry, I should've told you everything that night in the diner-"

"Teddy, It's okay." You said. "You told me before Caleb could put the stamp on me, and you didn't know the details about the plan until after it was too late to help my friends. Plus, I know how much you're risking helping us now."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt some of the weight fall off your shoulders. You weren't sure why since the situation was still a little painful and awkward. But being around Teddy always made you feel a little like that kid who started working at the diner with Cece all those years ago. Besides, they were so alike that you found it hard to stay mad at him.

You held out your hand for Teddy to shake. "Despite everything, I'm glad we met."

“Likewise, Gorgeous,” Teddy said with a relieved smile as he grasped your hand. With a subtle wink, he nodded over towards where Luke was standing at the end of the street. “He’s a lucky guy.”

"What? How did you?-" You sputtered as he stepped away. You never told Teddy about Luke, or at least you didn't think you did.

Teddy just smirked in response before disappearing into the air. At the same time, you saw Willie skate away out of the corner of your eye, leaving Alex alone on the sidewalk.

You all phased next to him and Luke squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "You okay, man?"

"Yeah. I'm good." Alex smiled slyly as he gestured to the office. "Looks like this show needs a new opening act though."

You grinned. "Let's go see if we can help with that."

-

When you got back to the studio, you found Julie pacing back and forth in the middle of the room as she wrung her hands together.

When you all poofed in, she immediately jumped into a load of questions, losing her breath halfway through and flailing her arms around.

"Whoa, just sit down," You laughed excitedly. "We'll tell you everything."

Julie took a gasping breath and plopped backwards onto the couch then stared at you all with expectant eyes. "Well?"

"It worked!" You announced. "Everything's fine."

"You should be getting the call...now!" Alex pointed to Julie’s phone on the table just as it started buzzing. You all cheered and Julie shushed you as she answered the call.

You heard a woman's voice say something through the phone and Julie gave a thumbs-up as she started jumping on the couch. You watched in amusement and mild horror as Luke and Reggie lifted Alex up into the air and spun him around.

Once he was back on the ground, Luke and Reggie made a beeline for you, each of them grabbed one of your arms and flipped you upside down over their shoulders.

You all spent the next twenty minutes laughing and screaming and Alex even got a little teary-eyed but you pretended not to notice. Then Julie called Flynn and ran off excitedly to decide her outfit for the night, leaving the four of you alone to plan out the setlist.

“Okay, so I’m thinking we start with Stand Tall.” Luke said excitedly as he wrote the words down in his songbook.

“Sounds good.” Reggie said, suddenly quiet.

“’Sounds good’? Guys, I wanna hear ‘That sounds awesome!” Luke reached out and nudged Reggie’s shoulder. “I know this isn’t the way we imagined any of this. But we need to be all in tonight. This is our second chance to play the Orpheum!”

“I get it.” Reggie sputtered. “But it’s hard. Do we even know what’s on the other side when we cross over? Do we still get to hang out together?”

You shifted your weight as the happy little bubble surrounding you popped. You had been so wrapped up in the excitement of finally playing the Orpheum that you almost forgot what tonight was really about.

“You guys are the only family I have.” Reggie’s eyes were glued to the piano as he played with his fingers. You reached out and locked his arm with yours in an attempt to comfort him.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen either. But it’s not like we have a choice.” Alex said.

Suddenly, Reggie’s arm fell out of yours as all three boys fell back, clutching their sides.

“I’m pretty sure we do.” Reggie groaned. “And it rhymes with ‘Hollywood Ghost Club’.”

The garage doors creaked open and Julie appeared with a bright smile and a blue garment bag in her hand. When she saw your expressions, her smile fell. “What’s wrong?”

“We just got hit pretty hard by one of those jolts.” Alex said. “But we’re fine.”

“Oh, good.” She nodded, though she still looked on edge. “I’m nervous.”

“That makes two of us.” You said. “But we made it this far for a reason. We got this.”

“Can you ride there with me? I'm gonna need more pep-talk material for the drive there cause I still think I might puke.” Julie tucked her hair behind her ears.

“Of course, and don't worry, we’ll leave the windows open.” You joked, making everyone laugh.

The sound of a car horn cut through the air and Julie looked outside. "That's my dad. Are you ready, (Y/n)?"

You nodded. "Yeah, uh, give me a second. I'll meet you in the car."

As Julie disappeared behind the doors, you turned to the boys and sighed as you tried to soak up this moment. For all you knew, this could be the last little window of time you had alone with them before tonight.

Julie was a huge part of the band of course, but these were your boys. The ones who you started this all with, who had been by your side for everything.

From the look on all their faces, you could see that they were thinking the same thing.

Without saying a word, you launched yourself at Alex. He made a surprised noise but recovered quickly, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight.

"And I'm the emotional one?" He jokingly muttered in your ear and you pinched his side, making him jump back. "Rude."

As soon as your arms were open, Reggie stepped forward and hugged you so tightly that you were thankful to not need oxygen anymore because he was definitely crushing several vital organs.

You laughed and gave him one last squeeze before pulling away, locking eyes with Luke instantly.

Alex cleared his throat awkwardly and grabbed Reggie's shoulder, steering him over to Luke's songbook to 'check out the setlist again'.

"And then there were two." Luke joked.

You laughed and stepped into his waiting arms, making him laugh. You soaked up the feeling of comfort and familiarity for a minute before pulling away.

"This, uh, is for you," Luke said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion as he handed it over. "I wanted you to have it in case...well, you know. If tonight doesn't work."

"It will." You said, trying to ignore the fact that it very well could happen. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Patterson."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He quipped back, his voice sounding softer and less teasing than you would've expected. You pulled back from him and because you didn't know if you would ever get another chance, you stood on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

You moved away too fast to see his reaction but the gesture made the other two boys smirk at you as you dashed out of the doors, making a beeline for the car pulling out of the driveway.

-

The back rooms of the Orpheum were a maze.

You had left for a few minutes to walk around the venue and clear your head, trying to wring out the last of your nerves.

By the time you found your way back, you expected to find the rest of the band rushing to get ready in the dressing room. But all you saw was Julie anxiously pacing as she had been earlier, a habit she seemed to have inherited from both you and Alex.

“You okay?”

She snapped her head up towards you and sighed. “Yeah, just a little worried. The guys aren’t here yet.”

You looked around the room and then at the clock, frowning. The show was in less than half an hour and that was already cutting it close. Part of you wanted to go check on them but Julie seemed to need you more at the moment.

“Okay, well, give them another ten minutes. I'm sure they'll be here. They wouldn’t miss this…again.”

You ran your palm across the front of your pocket, feeling Luke's note next to your parent’s photo, and hoped you were right.

But then more and more time passed until the stage manager came to escort Julie to the stage.

"Just a second!" She calls out and then turns to you. "(Y/n), something's wrong. They were getting those jolts pretty hard before we left. They must've run out of time."

You shut your eyes tight as the words sunk in. All you could bring yourself now was, ‘This isn't what was supposed to happen.’

The world fell out from under your feet and you had trouble even standing up straight as you imagined what must've happened to them. Your best friends, your brothers, your family was gone and there wasn't anything you could do about it.

The guy knocked again, this time a little harder and with a nervous tone. Julie chewed her lip as she looked between you and the door and you could almost see the cloud of grief settling over her.

As hard as it was, you tried your best to shove your feelings down and marched up to Julie. There would be time to fall apart later, but you knew that this what they would want you to do. "Let's go do this for them, okay?"

She took a deep, shaky breath before hesitantly nodding. You followed closely behind her as she walked out the door though the halls until she reached the stage. You waited beside Flynn in the wing as Julie settled behind her microphone and addressed the crowd.

There were scattered claps from around the venue and then she took a deep breath before singing the opening.

After the first few lines, you took your cue and materialized at the center of the stage. The crowd gasped and cheered the way they always did, but you kept your eyes shut tight and focused on the music.

Just as the song started picking up, you heard a familiar pop in the air and then the sound of drumming. You whirled around to see Alex mounted onto a drum set at the back of the stage, twirling his drumsticks around and smiling like he had never been gone at all.

Once you got over the initial shock, you wanted to cry with relief. They were okay, they were here. Alex winked at you goofily, and you ran towards Julie’s keyboard.

She had started bouncing on the balls of her feet, both of you finally getting into the song now that they were coming back. You followed suit, dancing around the base of the drum set as yours and Julie’s voices came together.

Then Reggie appeared on the other side of Julie and you ran to his side. You bumped his shoulder with yours and he grinned, moving to stand back to back.

The song was ramping up to the chorus when a staticky noise cut through the air, not loud enough for the crowd to hear but enough to make you all look over to the other end of the stage.

You could see Luke's form fading in and out, a look of anguish on his face, and the pit in your stomach opened up again. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Alex's drumming paused and Luke finally materialized to sing the opening of the chorus.

You didn't even know you were moving until you suddenly found yourself across the stage next to Luke, unable to stop smiling as you sang.

Julie joined you, throwing her arms up in the air happily and jumping around. Reggie appeared by her side, flashing the crowd a winning smile.

Alex stood up and gripped his mic as he sang this solo. You looked back at him and flashed him a proud smile, then whooping loudly when Reggie sang his lines.

You all went down the line hitting your notes until the chorus kicked in again and your heart felt so full you almost couldn't stand it. This was what you were so close to achieving before you died, it was all you had wanted for years, and you knew that if you hadn't died, that night would've changed your life. But this night was something even more special. Because you were all here, all together.

Even if it was just for one last song.

Julie caught your attention and nodded towards the platform that spread out into the crowd. You followed her to the center and stood back to back as everyone cheered.

The guys joined in on either side of you, Alex grabbing one of your hands and Luke holding the other. You all bowed to the audience before taking your cue and vanishing, leaving only Julie on stage.

You landed in the wing, feeling a little lightheaded and overwhelmed from all the emotions you had experienced in the last five minutes. The elated smile fading from your face when all three boys poofed by your side only to fall to the floor instantly.

“It didn’t work.” You said miserably as Julie emerged into the backstage area. She grabbed Flynn and whispered something to her, pointing in the direction of her family. Flynn nodded and disappeared into the crowd while Julie ran to your side.

You hauled Alex onto his feet, letting him lean on you to stay upright while Luke and Reggie trailed behind Julie as she led the group back to the dressing room. Once everyone was inside, they collapsed on the couch or the floor, loudly groaning in pain.

“What happened? Why didn’t it work?” Julie asked tearfully.

“I guess playing here wasn’t our unfinished business.” Alex said hollowly.

“Point Caleb.” Reggie muttered as he clung to the side of an armchair.

You stood frozen next to Julie as panic spread through your whole body, both of you flinching in sympathy as the shocks continued.

“You have to save yourselves right now.” Julie begged. “Join Caleb’s club. It’s better than not existing at all!”

“She’s right.” You managed to say, your voice shaky and almost giving out. Your stomach flipped at the thought of them having to work for an evil club owner forever, but the alternative was worse. “You guys need to go now! For me. For us.”

“We’re not going back there.” Reggie shook his head.

Luke pulled himself up and stumbled forward a little so that he was right in front of you. “No music is worth making if we’re not all making it together.”

You sighed sadly, thinking back to your conversation yesterday. “So no more regrets?”

Luke let out a deep sigh and then reached up and cupped your cheek with his right hand. “Just one.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in response and Luke blinked hard as if he was trying to find the words. "I never told you why I left that night."

"Luke, don't." You gave him a weak smile. "I get it."

"You do?" He asked.

You struggled to get the words out. "Yeah, I mean it was bound to happen eventually. We just got too close and it was weird for you. I understand t-”

"What?" Luke asked, cutting you off with a confused look. "No, no, that's not it at all. Read the-"

Before he could finish, you heard Julie gasp loudly from a few feet away. You looked over to see her stepping back from Alex with an awestruck look on her face as she gripped his forearms.

Wait, what?

Before you could even begin to process what you were seeing, Reggie was reaching out to Julie, who grabbed his wrist and hauled him up to his feet. The three of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Julie turned to you and Luke.

“Guys, come here.”

Alex reached out and pulled you into his side while Luke threw an arm around Reggie’s back and Julie brought you all in closer to her. At first, nothing happened. But then there was a faint buzzing sound and the boys lifted their wrist towards the ceiling and you all watched in awe as the stamp floated away in the blink of an eye.

“Whoa.” Reggie said, his eyes still glued to the ceiling. “I don’t feel as weak anymore.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Alex agreed. “Not that I ever was that weak in the first place.”

You rolled your eyes and let your head fall over on his shoulder. “What do you think that means?”

Luke smiled. “I think it means the band is back.”

It was quiet for a second before Alex looked at you all shyly. “You guys think we can try that hug thing again?”

You laughed as you huddled together again, sniffling and laughing. Then Julie yelled out that you had played the Orpheum and then you were all jumping around, still tangled in each other’s arms.

Eventually, you all broke apart and while the boys started chasing each other around, you turned to Julie. She looked into your eyes and immediately flew into your arms, muttering into your shoulder, “I always wanted a big sister.”

The words warmed your heart and you squeezed her extra hard, grateful that you actually could now. “Well, I’m honored.”

“My family's probably looking for me so..." Julie stepped back from your arms with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on her face, you jokingly bowed to her and she copied the gesture before disappearing behind the door.

You wiped the last of your tears out of your eyes and turned around to find Alex and Reggie were talking in whispers and wearing knowing smiles. When Alex saw you looking, he cleared his throat and nudged Reggie’s shoulder.

“Hey, Reg.” Alex said cheekily, not taking his eyes off of you for even a second. “I was going to check out the next band. You wanna come with me?”

“Sure!” Reggie started strolling towards the door, stopping only for a second to nudge your shoulder and whisper ‘don't do anything I wouldn’t do’ in your ear.

Alex fixed Luke with a pointed look over his shoulder and Reggie gave him a dorky wink before they poofed away. You smiled fondly at the space where they were just standing and awkwardly turned towards Luke.

“Hi.” You said, laughing awkwardly.

“Hi.” Luke muttered back as he stepped forward until he was close enough to grab your hand. “About what I was saying earlier…”

You opened your mouth to say something but he shook his head and pointed to your pocket. “Read it. Please.”

You tugged the note he had given you earlier out of your pocket and carefully folded it open to see that it wasn’t a note at all. It was the love song that Julie had found that day in the garage, the one that he didn’t want anyone to see. You struggled a little trying to decipher Luke's handwriting. The ink was a little smudged and the song was clearly unfinished but it was the most beautiful thing you had ever read. And he had written it for you.

"I didn't leave because we got too close," He said. "It was the opposite, (Y/n), I left because I was scared to lose you, and I know that doesn't make sense because I kind of did w-"

You carefully tucked the paper back in your pocket with one hand and grabbed the back of his neck with the other, pulling him down and closing the last bit of space between you.

Luke's brain short-circuited for a second before he started kissing back, grabbing your waist with enough force to nearly knock you both backwards. It was dizzying and a little desperate, yet weirdly familiar, as if you'd been kissing him your whole life.

Most moments with Luke felt like they were happening in slow motion, but this time it was like a high-speed movie montage of your whole lives. The stolen crayons, the time capsule, the pre performance pep talks, the smell of cinnamon, the ferris wheel, his jacket, the movie nights and songwriting sessions. All of it had led up to this moment.

"I love you." Luke said immediately after you pulled away. "God, I love you so much. I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry."

“Hey, it’s okay.” You laughed, blinking another wave of tears out of your eyes. “I should’ve told you forever ago instead of skirting around it.”

“And what is it that you should’ve told me?” He said teasingly and you rolled your eyes. You had gotten so used to Luke being so shut down or nervous around you that you almost forgot how much of a little shit he could be.

“That I love you too.” You said, unable to stop smiling.

Luke leaned down and captured your lips in another kiss, this time threading his fingers through your hair as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing that.”

You bit your lip to keep another laugh from bubbling up as you looked up at him, feeling completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. "So...what now?"

"I don't know." Luke admitted. "But I know one thing."

"What's that?"

"That no matter where we go, or what we do," He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "In life, in death... I'm yours. Always."

-

The End

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That Bitch!!

Word count: A lot

Pronouns: He/Him

Paring: Reader x Male!Avengers

Spelling checked: No

Warnings: Homophobic slurs, Homophobia, cussing, minor assult, possibly triggering (idk)

Summary: High school Au, where reader is not very popular and the senior prom comes around. Though, just because he's not popular does not mean he doesn't have admirers. Say most of the male avengers (because I'm a slut for a reverse-harem). But with admirers, there will be haters. However, (Y/N) knows how to put them in their place.

"Soooo, (Y/N) the senior prom is coming around" You lifted your head from your book to see your two best friends, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff

"And?"

"What do you mean and? Prom is the most important part of senior year!" you saw Wanda's face turn into a pout

"Even if I wanted to go, I don't have anyone to go with. The boys here avoid me like the plague" you started to go back to your book when Natasha grabbed it, putting it on her desk

"They only do that because they like you, and they're boys. If it makes you feel better, I don't have a date"

You looked at Natasha with confusion covering your face "How? You're one of the best people I know"

"To be honest, it's because boys are skank's" She shrugged

"Hey! Not all of them are!"

"You only say that because of Vision" you saw a Natasha smirk while Wanda blushed and turned away

"Not all of us will remain single for the rest of our day's" she may have tried to mumble her response, but you heard her and chuckled

"Even so, I'm not going"

Hearing that, the boy's lost all hope. To be honest, they all were going to try and ask you to the dance

"Then go with us" Natasha more demanded than asked

"What about Wanda" you turned to her "Aren't you going with Vision?"

"Well, as we always say bro's before hoe's" (que Vision sulking in the corner) the three of you burst out into a fit of laughter

"I-I guess" you managed to choke out between laughs

"Then come on!" Natasha pulled you out of your seat

"Where are we going?"

"To get some clothes for prom, duh" as the three of you made your way out of the classroom and into the hallways you were stopped by Peggy Carter and Pepper Pots

"What do you guys want" you asked scowling

"Cut the shit (Y/N)" Pepper sneere

"What are you talking about?"

"You're trying to seduce all of the guy's in the school!" Peggy shouted

"...What?"

"You heard me!"

You looked to Natasha and Wanda "Do you know what they're talking about?

They both shrugged and shook their heads

"LIARS!!!" Pepper screamed

The commotion drew the attention of the students that were in the classroom and hallways

"What the hell is going on..."

"Don't know let's just go" Wanda tried to push you past the two girls, but before you could go anywhere Peggy grabbed your arm tightly

"STEVE WILL BE MINE!!! SO DON'T TRY AND TAKE HIM AWAY" she raised her other hand and slapped you across the face. The people watching let out a collective gasp and wondered what you would do

"THE SAME WITH TONY" Pepper raised her hand to slap you too but was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist and her body couldn't move either. It was Natasha and Wanda

"Slap him one more time I break your wrist" Natasha clutched Pepper's wrist even tighter earning a hiss from the woman

"Maybe I should break her legs for good measure" Wanda stated coldly

You put a hand on their shoulders causing them to turn to you "Stop, if Peggy's slap is anything to go by, it would not have hurt. Just release them so we can go" They let her go reluctantly, but not without giving her one last glare. As you were about to leave you hear a classroom door open and turned to see the men of the hour, Steve and Tony

Immediately the two girls ran to the guy's whining about how you 'assaulted them'

"What the actual fuck"

"Really Peggy?" Steve asked

"Yeah! I was so scared!"

Then the crowd of people started to yell about how you were the victim, you only grinned. Tony and Steve looked enraged

"Why would you lie about something like that!?" Tony shouted

"What's wrong with you two?!" Steve spat walking towards you

"(Y/N) I'm sorry they did that to you" he looked down sadly

You lifted his chin up to look down at you(unfortunately you were shorter than Steve) "It's not your fault they're crazy. Don't beat yourself up that much" You turned his head to the side and planted a kiss on his cheek "I'll see you later Steve"

You turned and started to walk away with your friends in tow. Leaving a blushing Steven and extremely jealous group of males

"He has no idea what he just did, does he?" Natasha asked Wanda

She shook her head "Not a clue"

"Well lets get this over with"

They nodded and started to search for Tux's and Dresses stores. Once you found one, you all got your own fitted and talored dress and tuxedo's. Natasha doesn't really like dresses so she got a white women's tux. Wanda got an elegant white dress that draped behind her. You got a white tux with flower-like adornments. You all like the fact that you were somewhat matching. The girls completely gushed about how good you looked, but you had a weird feeling.

"I'm going to get another outfit just in case"

"Just in case what?" Wanda asked

"In case a pair of crazy ass girls decide to pull a prom cliché and try and ruin my suit"

"Seems reasonable"

You started looking around for a suit and you found it. An outfit that made you smile happily. You turned to your friends showing them the outfit "Found it"

They just smirked and nodded

~Next Day~

The last thing you were expecting today was to get asked to prom by one of the hottest guys in your school, but here you were. Steve Rogers was infront of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, shyly rubbing the back of his head

"I'm sorry Steve, but I'm going with my friends" once you said that he looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn't take it! So, you sighed.

"However, even though I won't be able to go to prom with you" you took the flowers from his hand "I'm willing to go wherever you want anytime your free" you smiled softly at him. He immediately perked up and gave a fast nod, making you chuckle. He asked for your number and you gave it to him and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before running off. 'Guess that's payback' you blushed hiding your face behind the flowers.

Over the week until prom you kept getting asked to the dance by almost every guy in your school. But, again you turned them down and re-scheduled making them happy. However, with most of the boy's attention on you, some of the girls started to get jealous. They would make snide remarks hoping to hurt you, but they never did. Afterall, you had your friends and they can help you through anything.

~Prom Day~

"Are you sure we should do this?" you were REALLY nervous

"Come on! Don't puss out now!" Natasha teased

"Yeah! You came this far already!" Wanda smiled

You sighed and straightened your posture "Yeah, you guys are right. Let's get in there!" You cheered along with your friends and opened the prom room door

Narrator PoV

As the door opened, someone looked over to it letting out a gasp at what they saw. This caused most of the people in the room to follow their sight and look at the door as well. Eyes widen at the sheer beauty of the new arrivals

(Y/N);

Natasha;

Wanda;

~Out of Narrator PoV~

"Guy's they're looking at us" you wanted to perish right then and there, but your friends put a reassuring hand on your shoulder

"They're looking at us because we're the most gorgeous things they've ever seen" Wanda grinned as you all walked through the room catching everyone's eyes

"Just lean into the attention" Natasha said to you

"I'll try" you chuckled lightly

"(Y/N)!) you looked behind you to see Steve waving at you, then start blushing

"Don't you look dashing Steve" you grinned at him as he turned an even darker red

"Maybe, but not as dashing as you" you both chuckled and started talking to each other

"Wow forgotten already" Wanda wiped an imaginary tear from her eye

"Oh! I'm sorry guys!" You apologized profusely

"Don't worry about it! I'll just go and find Vision. Have fun~" Wanda winked before leaving

"I'll go find Clint too, he's sad he didn't get to go with you" she chuckled before walking off

"They're both something" you smiled before turning back to Steve

You and Steve kept chatting and joking with each other. While you were talking you noticed Tony, Peitro, Thor, Bruce, Bucky, Stephen all gather around you joining in your conversation. You didn't mind, but Steve is another story. He was giving small glares to everyone who talked to you.

You were talking to Tony and Bruce about upcoming tech when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned only to be met with a bucket full of red fruit punch. You wiped your eyes to see Peggy, Pepper, and some other girls smirking.

"Thats what you get you stupid slut!"

"Know your place!"

"Just leave so we don't have to see you!"

A chill ran down yourself as you turned to see the guy's glaring coldly at the girls, ready to throw the "You should never hit a girl" rule out the window

You just sighed and signaled for them to stand down. Then, you looked towards Wanda and Natasha, giving them a nod and making your way to the exit.

The boy's tried to get to you, but Wanda and Natasha stopped them while smirking

"Yeah, you better get out of here whore!"

"He's probably going to cry!"

"Pathetic!"

"Who would ever love something like that!"

"Besides, dating a guy when you are one is disgusting!"

"Yeah! They need a strong woman in their life!"

This made the boy's heated. They are ready to destroy these girls for talking shit about you, but they were stopped by Wanda and Natasha again

"Why do you keep stopping us!?" Thor boomed

"He'll deal with them, just be patient" Natasha said firmly

"And we think you'll like him even more when he gets back" Wanda's smirk grew

Needless to say, they were all confused. But they let it slide...for now. Minutes passed and the girls were still talking about you. The guys are on the edge of their seats ready to pummel every single one of them. But then the door opened making everyone's head turn and eyes widen. Their jaws were on the floor as you walked in sauntering over to the girls

(Y/N)

You wore a black crop-top shirt with a black crop-top leather jacket draped over you shoulders. Possibly the most catching thing about your new look was your dress pants with thigh-high boots. Once you reached the girls you took off your shades to reveal a beautiful make-up look

(this is all optional, you can change it if you want)

You wore a black crop-top shirt with a black crop-top leather jacket draped over your shoulders. Possibly the most catching thing about your new look was your dress pants with thigh-high boots. Once you reached the girls you took off your shades to reveal a beautiful make-up look

"Ugh! You're a guy! You shouldn't be wearing make-up you slut!"

"I may be a slut, but I'm the baddest slut out there. You're just mad because no matter how hard you try you'll never be like me and I also figured out why you obsess over guys who want nothing to do with you. Your father probably left you and your family because he said he was going to get milk, so that left you without a prominent male figure in your life"

"Wha-"

"And when you attempt to get guys you have no chance with it somehow fills that hole of longing you have. You don't love them, you see them as a tool you can use for your own wishes"

"I-"

"I'm not done. Why are you homophobic? Because you can't help it when someone can share their sexuality without being afraid and you can't? Because it's not 'natural'? Let me remind you that just because something is natural does not mean it's good. Besides, it is natural considering it's been observed across many species. Even ones who have not been in contact with humans. So, I suggest you shut up and leave because I don't allow cunts in my presence" you put your shades back on and walked to the group of males + your friends

The girls started crying and ran out of the room with their faces in their hands

"Woah, (Y/N) that was badass" Natasha gave you a high five

"Good thing I recorded it" Wanda said holding her phone

"Wait what! Delete it!"

"Too late I already posted it! :P" Wanda giggled

The boys weren't paying attention since that whole encounter got them *ahem* excited, so now they're trying to calm themselves down

As the prom slowly started to resume (Y/N) was asked by almost everyone to dance which he of course obliged. He kept getting complimented about his looks and how he told each girl off. Soon it was time to announce the prom King and Queen. (Y/N) voted for (M!Avenger Name) as prom King and (Wanda or Natasha) as prom Queen

"Now it's time to reveal the prom King and Queen!" everyone started to clap and cheer in anticipation

"This year's prom King is....(Y/N) (L/N)!!!"

You were shocked! You weren't even a candidate as far as you knew. You slowly made your way to the stage as everyone started to cheer for you. Once on the stage, you were given your crown and sash by the previous prom King who congratulated you.

"Now for this year's prom Queen!" she opened the envelope

"This year's prom Queen is...(Y/N) (L/N)?" she said with confusion, but the crowd cheered even louder

The teacher looked towards the Principle who came on the stage "It seems that the majority of you voted for (Y/N) twice. Since this has never happened before we have decided that (Y/N) will be this year's prom King AND Queen!!" The previous prom Queen put the sash on you and gave you the crown to hold. She smiled and congratulated you. You were still in shock 'Prom King and Queen?!'

"(Y/N)! As the prom King and Queen, do you have a few words for the crowd?"

You stepped up to the mic "(Y/N) (L/N) breaking gender norms since (birth year)!" everyone laughed and you chuckled "One more thing, if someone tries to hurt or degrade you, look to your loved ones for help. They will always be there for you and if not then give me a call at (***)-***-**** I'll be there for you" you winked and started walking off the stage

Once you were off the stage you were swarmed by a huge crowd

"(Y/N)! Congrats!!!"

"That was such a good speech!"

"You rock!"

"You're so amazing!!"

"Thank you everyone!" you smiled making all of them swoon

"Hey, (Y/N) guess what I did" you looked at Wanda

"What did you do?"

"I may or may not have recorded not only you confronting the girls, but the prom King and Queen ceremony and posted it online" she giggled nervously

"..."

"(Y/N)?"

"Kill me now"

"(Y/N), No!"

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Pictures used are not mine! Will I do a part 2? Maybe! Bye my little otaku's!

#the avengers #male reader #gay #that bitch #my little otakus #MaleAvengers x male reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x male reader #tony stark #tony stark x male reader #clint barton #clint barton x male reader #peitro maximoff #peitro maxim off x male reader #bruce banner #bruce banner x male reader #thor odison #thor odison x male reader #possible part 2 #high school au #prom

[stcveskent]

his forever; andy barber

warnings: fluff, swearing, idk

pairings: andy barber x reader

part 2 of his comfort.

part 1

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Working in your office just like usual, you looked over at the door opening, and noticed a guy looking at you, you knew who it was, Jake, one of your best friends and one of the best colleagues.

"What're you doing Jake?" You asked and he laughed, you smiled at him, he was a very clumsy guy, but a very very nice man, he was like a brother to you, and you were like his sister ofc.

Recently he mentioned about his girlfriend, Amy, who was working with you too, and they were in love, they were so different but they were in love, it all started four years ago for them.

"Jake?! I know you need my help." You said and he acted shocked and then started rambling.

"What me? Jake? Never i can do anything —yes y/n i need your help!" He says and you laughed.

"Come on tell me, what is it about?" You allowed him to sit and he tells you everything.

"Four years ago, Amy and I got together, i just want to propose her." He says, you cover your mouth, and he looks around, you were closest to Jake, you were so happy for him, that he finally decides to make a move.

"Oh my god! Jake yes! I'm so happy for you!!" You said and he smiles looking at your expression. He hugged you and you were so happy for Amy for finally finding her forever in them.

"Alright, so i wanna chose a ring, and you were Amy's friend before Me, and i want you to help me, because you're also my best friend, like pleaseeeee?" He asked and you were glad to do so.

"Ofcourse Jakey! I would love to, when and where?"

"Today after work, we'll meet at the nearest Jewelry store okay?"

"Ofcourse! See you later!" You said and he hugged you again before leaving, and you got to work again, filling the paper work correctly, and later you got over it.

You walked out of your office, locking it, as your boss said that you need to lock it before you leave and you did it. You walked in the parking lot, and noticed the similar car.

You tried to ignore it before the window goes down, and reveals Andy, you smiled in surprise at how he came here, he gets out of his car, with a bouquet of a bunch of roses in his hand.

"Hey! What a surprise!?" You says as he hugs you, and kissed your forehead, and you smiled at how he would make you feel fresh after work with just an act of closure.

"Had to stop by to see my best girl." He says and you smiled.

"'Nuff the fake talk." You said and he rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, Y/n, you're my only family i have left with." He says and your eyes soften, he called you family and it was cute, at how expressive he would've become.

"Andy, aww!" You said hugging him again.

"Here are flowers for you." He says and you smiled.

"Thank you, really! They're my favorite!" You squeeled in excitement, and just then Jake came near you too.

"Hey! Y/n!" He called and you turned to him, and he smiled.

"Oh who's this?" He asked and you introduced them real quick.

"Jake, meet Andy, my best friend. Andy meet my work best friend, Jake." You introduced them and Jake shook hands with Andy.

"Great to see you, For real y/n I thought i was your best friend only in this world." He jokes and you laughed at Jake.

"Aww, poor Jake! Andy's got me in his life since forever." You said and he laughed with you, and right there Andy was broken for the second time in his life. He started falling for you, when you stayed at his place, on his bed, next to him, the next morning when he woke up next to you, you laying peacefully in his arms, your glow, your beautiful smile made him fall for you.

"Can we go for lunch?" Andy asked and you nodded

"Let's go!" You said as Jake whispered into your ears about meeting him after lunch. You sat down in his car, and he sat on the driver's seat, he looked tensed, but you felt that it was just work, probably.

Well it wasn't, he was jealous, after so many years, he felt jealous, when any other male got close to you, just so like Andy in school days back then.

For lunch, he chose your favorite restaurant, and you were just falling for him even more, everyday, and it felt so wrong for you, because he was so hurt, and wasn't probably looking for a commitment or a relationship but you wanted him so much.

You two were sitting and waiting for the waiter to get your food, and just when he tries to ask something the waiter comes in with the food, he sighs again focusing on the food.

"So, what, did Jake ...whisper in your ears?" He asked, while he took a bite of his food. A shocked smile over your face, Andy never asked who you talked to, or what did they say you, but he was interested for the first time.

"What?" He asks looking up, meeting your expression, which made him feel stupid.

"no-nothing! Jake wanted to see me, that's all." You said, that made Andy very mad, and very jealous at the same time. He hated Jake so much now, before even getting to know him.

"oh! t-that's fine, i guess..." he says and takes a bite of his food again, and starts to cough, you look at him, and go to his side, rub his back, and he breathes heavily, and you offered him water.

"you okay?" You asked and he nods, smiling at you.

Time passed, and you were at his place, while he prepared some coffee for the two of you, you were supposed to be seeing, Jake anytime he called, to help him ofcourse.

"Here you go!" He says, and offers you one cup of coffee, and you smiled, taking a sip of the special andy barber coffee. Andy always had a special way of making things, even if it was work, or food or anything, he would do it with his instructions which he makes up in his mind.

"So, how's work, assuming its great because you are." He asks and you chuckle.

"Pretty great, actually, how about you? How's everything, that dick still pushing you about things?" You asked and he clicks his tongue.

"Nah, he's fine, just because i put him to his place." He says and you scoffed. He loved that thing about you, when you rolled your eyes, annoyingly and scoff and mock him, he always used to melt at that sight.

Few minutes later, your phone starts to ring, and your attention turns towards your Phone, the contact read Jake, and you knew he needed you now.

"Sorry, i have to take this."

"ofcourse y/n." He says and smiles as you answered the call.

"Hey, i'll meet you near the shop." He said and you nodded.

"Alright, Jake, i'll see you there now." You said and Andy heard it, he wanted to know what was happening between you two. You ended the conversation, and looked at Andy.

"Hey, i-i have to go, now, i'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes ofcourse, everything okay?"

"Yeah, just some work stuff." You replied, and picked your coat from the hook, near the door, and wore it before giving him the biggest hugs,and he kissed your head.

You left, and just 5 minutes later, Andy started to follow you, he knew it was wrong, but he was being jealous and possessive over you. He saw you park your car, and saw Jake waiting for you there with a huge smile at your sight.

Andy parked his car a bit far, from where he can see you, and just then, you hugged him. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.

"Hey!" You greeted him and embraced him in a warm hug. He hugged you back, and tangled his arm with yours, as a sweet, friendly nature. Andy looks at the shop you two were going, and it wad a jewelry store. He was curious, he felt like you were gonna marry him, or something.

He left. he couldn't take it anymore, and drove to his place, again, anger, jealousy took over him, he was so mad. At the sight of the vase in his house, he smashed it, angrily.

Jake started to ask you some questions while the staff packed his little surprise in the velvet box.

"So, your boyfriend?"

"What? Who?!" You asked and he gave you a huge smirk. You , still confused looked at him raising a brow.

"Andrew Barber, your hot asf boyfriend." He said and you blushed, the mention of his just makes you go crazy.

"We're just friends, nothing else.." you said and he scoffed.

"Yeah, alright Amy and I are also just friends."

"No! Really, there's nothing between the two of us." You said

"You love him don't you?" He asked and You smiled, looking at him.

"A lot." You said and he wraps an arm around you.

"He does too, i saw how jealous he looked when i wrapped an arm around you." He says and laughed along with you, and then you two got into work, again.

Meanwhile, Andy, He sighed and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and also a few beers, to lighten his mood.

The T.V played some random series, which he didn't pay attention to. One after one, Andy drank his drink, he was slowly feeling the light mood, which was him being drunk asf.

Soft laughs started to fall from his lips, which were your favorite, when he laughed like that, his hand losely fell over his phone, and he picked his phone in his hands, looking at it.

no missed calls, no messages, no replies nothing from you.

So what he did was dialed your number, and saw the pic of him and you together. Just then, you answered his call.

"Hey, Andy!" You smiled as Jake was now smirking at you. You two decided to have dinner with Amy, and that's where were you.

"Hey Y/n, you sound so beautiful." He says and you smiled.

"Thanks i guess!" You replied, his tone was different, and that wasn't really a very Andy-like.

"I love you so much! Don't marry Jake." He said and your heart literally stopped.

"W-what?" You asked

"I love you Y/n, i love you!!!! Don't you dare marry Jake! Or else i'll murder him." He yelled angrily.

"I'm not going to do that, Andy." You replied.

"Really? Oh god! I thought that i had to come down and ruin your wedding if you would marry him." He giggled and you were worried if he was okay or not.

"andy are you..drunk?" You asked and he laughed, you loved that laugh but right now you were concerned.

"No Y/n, i'm Andy, you literally just called me by my nAmEe." He says.

"Andy, baby listen to me—"

"You called me "baby" awww!! I love it!!" He says and you smile, jake and amy do a small "ooohhh" in the background.

"Yes i did, now listen to me, you'll be going to sleep now, okay?"

"i'll only go to sleep, if you say me you love me." He says and you sighed.

"Fine, I love you so much, Andy." You said and you heard his soft chuckles.

"I love you too, y/n, hell i love you so much more!!!! i'll go to sleep now, mwahh mwahh mwah." He says and passes out on the couch, and you ended the conversation. You only wished he really meant it, but he was drunk.

The night passes away, with a lot of twists and turns, and you decided to show up on his door, in the morning.

Him still passed out on the couch, heard the knock, and walks, thinking of who would be this early, at a weekend, but it was actually 11 a.m. a hand on his head, as the acts of previous nights decided to show its result.

He opens the door, and it revealed you, who just looked at him, and he just looks at you.

"Hey, come in." He says and you enter, and he goes in the kitchen. You look at him, as you sit on the couch near the kitchen counter.

"Fuck hangovers!!" He groaned, drinking water and you smiled.

"You wanna tell me something?" You asked and he looks at you confusingly.

"About?"

"Your assumption of last night?"

"Oh god—"

"You have 5 minutes, explain yourself!" You said.

"Okay, i know i made a mistake, I shouldn't have followed you , —"

"You followed me?! What?"

"Oh wait...you didn't know that?" He asked and you shook your head.

"What the fuck? Really Andy?!" You raised your voice and sighed and he scrunched his nose.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but listen, i know what I did was wrong, but please! I had my own reasons to do it."

"Why you think Jake's a bad guy? I work with him, since the past 5 years! Andy, he's like a brother to me!"

"Wait, Brother? Then what were you doing at the jewelers?"

"Jake wanted my help with the ring, so he could propose to his girlfriend, Amy!" You replied, and he sighed, slowly resting his fist on his forehead.

"What were your reasons?" You asked and he looked away, staying silent, and you sighed.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an Answer! Not a silent look!"

"Okay Fine! I love you! FUCK!" He yelled. Your expressions softened, and he felt like he ruined everything, he buries his head in his hands, and you cover your mouth, at how shocked you were

"Gosh! You must really hate me right now, I understand if you do—" just then you pressed your lips on his. Your arms slowly wrapped around his neck, and his arms around your waist, as he pulled you closer.

He was shocked, this was definitely not what he expected, but he really loved this. You pulled away, and rest your forehead against his. He smiles and you chuckled.

"I love you too, Andy." You replied and he kissed you again.

"I wanted this from so long!" He says and you smiled.

"Me too, but what you did was wrong, and Also, Jake was right about you being jealous of him." You chuckled and he sighed.

"I was, but you're only mine, so yes!" He says and you laugh, kissing him again.

"God please never stop doing that okay?" He replies making the both of you laugh.

Finally, after years both of you were together. Now you knew that whatever came through any of you or the both of you, you two can get over it together. You were happiest, it was definitely the best day of your life, and his too. With such a great day, comes great memories, and many great memories will be made, in the future, forever. You were his forever, already, and he was yours too.

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okay I don't like this one 😭

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[chrisevansgoodgirl]

i've heard allegations 'bout your reputation, i'll show you my shadows if you show yours

summary: requested (like a year ago, sorry!)  Reader and Andy getting in a legitimate fight or maybe flirting in front of him with one of his colleagues to get under his skin because he hasn’t touched her in weeks from being so busy jealous Andy would be so dominant I’m weak i took some liberties and set it at the christmas eve party at andy’s office.

warnings: andrew barber being r o u g h  😩 😩 😩 and jealous 😩  and mean bc i just so deeply want this man to yell at me and pull my hair bc he’s an angry daddy, however, he is not called daddy in this story bc i don’t do it unless you guys ask me to. so smut, and he’s in charge and i’m dead about it. more videos being made bc apparently that’s on my mind.

word count: around 7,500

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: i hate that it took me so long to post this but here i am, almost a month late with a christmas eve party story. i have very little shame tbh.

You were not unreasonable, no matter what Andy claimed. You could always admit what was your fault—which was about 80% of all disagreements—but Andy had his faults, too. Tonight? Well, you weren’t innocent…but you were not the only one to blame.

This was the third Christmas party he had taken you to. The first year had not completely been his doing. Lynn had been bothering him about it and he would have gotten away with pretending it just wasn’t possible had Lynn not run into you at the coffee shop near Andy’s house.

You had been accustomed to Andy by then. He didn’t put distance between you two because he wanted to, he just simply wasn’t the best at getting close. You practically forced him into sometimes, and it had never gone wrong, so he trusted you. A lot.

You weren’t sure you were going to be able to say that much longer. You had your moments, those situations where you pushed him just a little too far. Not so far that he was angry about it, but far enough that you ended up with a sore ass and maybe a few finger-shaped bruises on your skin.

As if that was an incentive to stop?

Lately, things had been…off. Andy was working on a big case, one that he had just finished the day before. You expected that he was going to come home and make up for not having touched you in 17 days. Yet, that didn’t happen.

You weren’t trying to complain too much. The “honeymoon phase” was something that could not be applied to your relationship because you were as happy as any other day, you loved him more and more as time went on, and you guys always had sex. Always.

But there were the cases that sometimes threw a slight pause in that. That was fine, you understood and it wasn’t like you were with Andy for sex. You loved that man so fucking much, you could deal with some neglect for a little bit. Emphasis on a little bit.

17 days with no immediate plans to remedy it was crossing a line. So, on the 18th night, the night of his office Christmas party, after he merely kissed your head, told you that you looked beautiful, and didn’t fuck you in your tiny, sparkly dress, you also wanted to cross a line. A specific line because it was hard to get a reaction out of him any other way.

Andrew Barber was a jealous man. It was something you never played with because he was jealous. He wasn’t some immature idiot who was going to cause a scene, but he would interrogate you about people he felt were “suspicious”.

On your way to the party, he had wanted to catch up. He felt like this was the first time he was able to breathe since he was put on the case, and he had noticed some distance between you two. You told him about the very basic parts of your day—work, friends, family.

When he placed his hand on your thigh, you had to wonder if this was a game. Why hadn’t he fucked you? Was he trying to make you beg? That was something Andy thoroughly enjoyed, and you trusted him so much that you rarely ever knew when he was doing it. If you stopped to think about it, you would probably find a few times he’d managed to get away with it.

He let you hold his hand and to avoid having to pull away from you, he told you when to move the gear shift. It was cute, too cute for how long you two had been together, but Andy seemed willing to indulge you. He always did when he could.

But as soon as he got to the party, there was more work talk and he had basically pawned you off on Lynn. She was thrilled, of course, she rarely had time for friendships, but she valued Andy, and because of that, she loved you almost as much as he did.

It had been two hours by the time you were completely fed up. Lynn had decided she was about to head out, so she was making her rounds, and that meant that you were stuck with the other partners. Men, women, they were all talking about how great their lawyers had been lately.

Yet, reminder, you hadn’t been fucked in nearly 18 days. You weren’t going to sit around and listen to that for the whole night, you innocently decided to wander a bit. Andy was talking about his case and seemed almost oblivious to your presence. Why did he even bring you? He was the one that reminded you about it, you probably wouldn’t have realized it had gone by until well into next year since work was so hectic.

Regardless, without an answer, you were left to entertain yourself. What else were you supposed to do? Just sit around all night and not speak to anyone? Andy was a complicated man and he had only a handful of people at the job that he liked, but fewer people that he disliked. Most people, he felt indifferent about, and those were the pawns for your current game.

You flit all around the party, laughing, talking to everyone, and though you saw him seeking out your whereabouts every now and then, there was no reaction at all. He didn’t care that some of these sleazy men were staring at your cleavage or your legs—two things he should have done earlier but did not.

By the time you’d nearly spoken to everyone, you felt…possessed, there was no better way to describe it. You were mad and confused and tired, and till the day you died, you would swear on everything you held sacred, the following was not part of your plan. You simply had no other choice than to go along with it when it practically fell in your lap.

Andy hadn’t noticed your best attempts but as soon as Neal was standing in front of you, he was watching. You had not and would not have gone to Neal, it was the other way around. He was possibly picking up on all your sadness and desperation, he was probably able to spot attention-seeking from a mile away since he pulled those kinds of stunts regularly.

Andy was finally paying attention to you and that was why you didn’t walk away. Your boyfriend could deny it all he wanted, but you saw something in his eyes. There was that anger, of course, but there was also that dark gleam. The one that he had when he liked to lay you out under him and remind you who you belong to.

That was all you wanted, that was the only reasoning behind your actions. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong, not until you laughed at something Neal said and he laughed back, and then he touched your shoulder.

And that was when you knew things had gone too far. You crossed a line, and you should have known better than even trying to use Neal. Because he envied Andy to no end, understandably. Why wouldn’t he try to flirt with you? No one got Andy as angry as Neal, and you should have just put your ego aside and spoken to your boyfriend.

But that window had closed and your time for being a mature, communicating adult was over. You quickly broke away from Neal after that and Andy took only seconds before he was dragging your ass out of that party and to the car.

You weren’t sure what to do. Pretend you didn’t know what the big deal was? Maybe just start blurting out apologies. He opened the car door for you, ushered you in, and then got into the driver’s seat in complete silence.

Andy had been mad at you before, but he had never been so angry he wouldn’t look at you or speak to you. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. His jaw set, brow furrowed, shoulders tense—he stayed that way the entire drive.

Andy wasn’t like this, he usually always had his temper in control. You were worried because you were one of the few people Andy sincerely trusted. It would devastate you if this gave him pause.

When he stopped the car, it became uncomfortably silent. It had taken you almost a minute to decide where you wanted to take this. “Andy, I’m—”

“Don’t apologize.”

“But I am s—”

“Get upstairs, take your dress off, and wait for me on the bed.”

Shit. You fumbled with the handle for a moment, scurrying inside and up the stairs. This was everything that you had wanted, wasn’t it? Then why the fuck were you nervous? Why were you shaking? Why did the idea of a black hole appearing and swallowing you sound so appealing?

You took off your dress and hung it back in your closet. You’d only been in it for a few hours, that didn’t warrant an actual wash. Shakily, you made your way back to the bed and sat there. What about your bra and panties? He hadn’t said. Your shoes? Fuck, what were you supposed to do?

Andy walked in and flipped on the light.

Idiot, why hadn’t you done that?

He made his way to the dresser off to the side of the bedroom, he removed his jacket first, then his cuff links and his tie. He started rolling up his sleeves and you had to look away.

You turned down to your lap. “You didn’t tell me if you wanted me to keep anything else on.”

“I also didn’t tell you that you could speak,” he asserted.

Your stomach dropped, the mere thought of not following his directions was unsettling. When Andy got like this, you wanted to do what he told you to. You wanted him to think you were his good girl. Any time you failed at absolute perfection, you didn’t take it well.

You didn’t know if you should apologize or remain silent. You were wringing your hands, something you became aware of only when he made his way in front of you and placed his hands over yours. You startled slightly, looking up at him.

He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, keeping your head tilted back. “Are you nervous?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered. You didn’t want him to feel bad because you were feeling some type of way. You also didn’t want to think this had anything to do with him. He’d never given you reason to be nervous.

“Are you scared?”

“Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He leaned down, face directly in front of yours. “Before we start, I need you to understand that you’ve never disappointed me. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.” That didn’t really help as much as he probably thought it would. Even if you hadn’t disappointed him, there was always the chance that you would. And you weren’t sure he was being completely honest anyway. Neal? What the fuck was wrong with you?

“You don’t need to be nervous or scared, just be completely honest with me.”

“Of course.” You would never lie to him.

“Who do you belong to?”

Your answer was immediate, you didn’t even need to think about it. Recalling life before you met Andy was a bit blurry. Who had you been? Where? What had you wanted? “You.”

“So,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “this mouth…”

“Is yours,” you confirmed.

He hummed, fingers trailing from your face all the way down, between your breasts, over your stomach, stopping at the band of your panties. He paused, noting the shakiness in your breath, the goosebumps on your skin, your hands that were gripping the sheets.

Abruptly, his hand dropped to where you had been expecting it to. Your breath hitched and your hips jumped off the bed, desperate for his touch.

He made a small noise of disapproval and you hurriedly settled back down on the bed. “This pussy? Is that mine, too?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He pulled your panties off to the side and his fingers ran up your wet skin at an agonizing pace. He brought them up to his lips and his tongue slipped out to taste you. He smiled because you had managed to stay almost completely still, apart from a bit of squirming. “You’re such a good girl, baby. You know that’s one of my favorite things about you, how good you are for me.”

That gave you these awful butterflies and you felt hot everywhere. That was all you ever needed to hear. His hand returned to your center and his first finger slid into you. You looked down to see but he grabbed your jaw again and turned you back up.

“Keep watching me, baby.”

He liked to test you, you knew that. He would give you an order and try to make you disobey him. This time, when his hand fell away from your face, you forced yourself to keep your head tilted. You ignored that burning part of you that wanted to see his fingers pushing in and pulling out, covered in what was dripping from your pussy.

You focused on just feeling. One thick finger was slowly working you open for him, he always stretched you out as much as he could meaning you had to be prepared for some teasing. He prioritized this because he was big and he knew it—and you had been smitten enough before he fucked you, but after, there wasn’t a second of the day your body didn’t crave Andy’s.

Despite how rough Andy could be with you, and how generally tough he was, he liked to baby you. Sometimes, he liked treating you as delicately as one would a bouquet of flowers. He could see a lot of comparisons if he really thought about it. You were beautiful, soft, and smelled so sweet. And if he didn’t pay attention to you, well, he’d been reminded of those consequences at the party.

You kept your eyes on his the entire time. You didn’t falter when he added his second finger, nor when he curled his fingers against that spot inside you, nor when his thumb pressed down firmly on your clit.

He pressed one hand down on your shoulder, a cue to lie back. After you had obliged, he pulled his fingers out of you and told you to open your mouth. You instantly did so, closing around his fingers as soon as they were in your reach.

He pressed his fingers down and kept going until your body jerked and the noise of you gagging echoed in the room. “I wanna see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, baby girl.”

You eagerly sat up, still sucking on his fingers as you pulled his belt apart, yanked the button of his pants open, and tore down the zipper. Glancing up at him to look for any signs that you didn’t have his permission to proceed, you pushed his pants and boxers down cautiously until his cock was out.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and nodded. “Go ahead, baby.”

You moved back on the bed and situated yourself onto your stomach, propping up on your elbows. One hand wrapped around his hard length and you let the tip of your tongue come out to catch the precum dripping from his tip.

He released a shaky breath, hands at his sides because he wanted you running the show. For a while, a least. He didn’t want to guide you, he wanted to see how exactly you were going to make up for your slight misstep at the party.

You ran your tongue up his shaft lightly, feigning that whole soft act that you knew he loved. It wasn’t so much an act, but you had been bent over his desk, hair pulled, ass spanked, both holes thoroughly used. But you liked soft, too. You liked slow and gentle mornings, whispered words, careful touching. You liked whatever he wanted to give you.

You closed your lips around just the head of his cock and sucked. Unlike all other men you had been with, Andy was as patient as a saint. He loved when you teased him. Once, he had you edge him with your mouth for nearly an hour and thinking about how he fucked you after still made your toes curl.

His eyes closed and he sighed. “Fuck, baby.” His hand lightly settled on the back of your head. “So good, I could fuck your mouth for the rest of my life.” He didn’t push you down, he just ran his hand through your hair over and over because he knew how much you liked him to play with your hair.

But then his hold tightened and he pulled you off, much to your dismay. He noted your pout and pleading eyes but was kind enough not to taunt you about them. “Get on your back, sweetheart.”

You knew what he wanted as soon as he stepped away. You quickly climbed up toward the edge of the bed and rolled over, bending your neck over the mattress. You automatically opened your mouth for him, but he placed his hands on your shoulders first.

“Relax.” He leaned over and ran his hands along your arms, setting them on the mattress. He pressed your thighs down, waiting until you had lost all the tension in your body. He curled his hand around his length and stroked several times with a loose hand and a slow pace.

You watched in utter fascination. It never failed to get you wet when Andy showed so much control, over himself, over you. He was in charge of every little thing and you could tell that he got off on that. Every time he reached the head of his cock, he would press down so slightly, so close to your lips but just not enough.

“Andy,” you whispered. “Please.”

He smirked again. “Open your mouth for me.” And as soon as you did, he was slowly sliding in. He was slow at first, keeping his hips still as he slipped the straps of your bralette past your shoulders. He rolled the remaining material down until your breasts were exposed and squeezed them in his hands.

You pressed your thighs together, arching up into his hands more. You tried to relax your throat for him, knowing he was only stopping to give you a moment to prepare.

He pinched your nipples painfully and didn’t stop until you whined. He loved feeling you make that sound when his cock was down your throat, and the deep breaths as the pain faded away. Again, he tortured your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, yanked a little, until you were squirming all around the bed, making these noises around him that he rarely ever heard, your eyes filled with tears.

He leaned over quickly, releasing your breasts so he could give them both a brief kiss. You closed your eyes, humming in satisfaction. He took his time sinking his teeth into your sore, erect nipples and you squealed both times, back arching again. His tongue rolled over your stinging skin and you tilted your head eagerly, attempting to take more of him.

Sometimes, it was enough to get him naturally high, how much power he had over you, your body. He could hurt you and you would thank him; he could turn around and give you just a second of gentleness and you looked at him like you’d never loved anyone as much as you loved him. You claimed that, quite often. Andy wasn’t sure if he believed that, not because he didn’t trust you but because he wasn’t wired to think of himself as special in any way. Why you treated him like he was, was confusing to him at times.

But you were special, so fucking special. You were smart and funny, and so kind to every single person you encountered. It was a nice change from the environment he regularly found himself in. That was what you were supposed to be—a breath of fresh air from his hard life. You were not supposed to become his only source of oxygen, yet there he was. It didn’t seem he was reliant on you because Andy wasn’t comfortable expressing reliance on anyone, but he knew he was.

He stood and watched your body move with those deep, sharp breaths you were taking. Abruptly, his hand whipped across one breast, then the other. You cried out, a nice vibration around him, and now you were quivering. It was so easy for him to play your body like this because you were just needy enough that anything would have given you pleasure. Another thing he knew, another thing that made him so damn cocky.

“Open your legs,” he told you and you parted your thighs. Again, he pulled aside your lace panties and pushed two of his fingers inside you. Your cunt was dripping, your arousal gushing out as his fingers thrust in, curled, searched for that spot that made your eyes roll back. The noise of it made his cock twitch.

Your pussy was throbbing, yearning for the release that only this man could give you. You didn’t care how he did it, you just needed Andy. Hands, mouth, cock, you would take anything he wanted you to have.

“Listen to that greedy pussy,” he directed, voice low and quiet. “So desperate to be filled and fucked. But by who, baby?”

Your stomach twisted at not being able to answer him. That was why he asked when you had your mouth full of him, because if you could speak, you would blurt out reassurances that it was only him.

“Me?” he pressed.

You spoke, despite knowing it was going to sound like nonsense.

“And no one else?”

You were quick with your denial. And maybe, by now, since his cock was always in your mouth, he was a professional at understanding what you were saying. Or possibly, it was just the look in your eyes.

“You sure, baby?”

Once more, your voice came out muffled but hurried, almost panicked. He had to know that you didn’t even think about anyone else. He had to know that you thought he was the most beautiful man in the world.

He dragged his free hand up your body and it settled over your neck. Finally, he pulled out from your mouth only to thrust back in harshly. You choked, your throat contracting around him while he massaged his thumb and finger over your pulse points. He let you breathe through it before he started rocking his hips ever so slightly. You could feel him moving along your tongue and your cheeks, but they were small motions.

You always loved this position; it was easier to take all of him. It was easier to breathe on your back with your chest open, and, unlike being on your knees, it left you open for him.

He leaned forward slightly, pressing one hand off to the side of the bed while the other reached between your legs. His fingers danced along your skin without any real intent, but occasionally, he would touch your clit.

You were reaching for any part of him you could touch. Your hands mindlessly grasped at his back and kept slipping off because of his shirt. You couldn’t ask but you wanted it off. He felt your hands working open his buttons and decided to let you have something. He was going to take and take tonight, he could give you a little.

He stood up and loosened his tie enough to pull it off, then shrugged his shirt off. Once again, his palm settled to your neck. “You should see yourself right now. Shaking, wet, such a good girl.”

You reached up, gripping one hand in his pants, the other around the buckle of his belt and you pulled him in more until your throat was struggling.

“Easy, baby.” He took your hands off him, keeping a hold of one and placing the next back down on the bed. He pulled out carefully, dragging his hand up, and inch by inch, pushed back in. “You should see how deep I’m getting. I can see it right here.” The palm of his hand hovered over your skin, just enough that you could feel him, and he followed his cock again, letting you know how much of him you were taking.

It was a lot of him, not enough. And he was deep, but you needed more. You whined, a plea for him to move this along. He couldn’t want to drag this out, not after almost 18 days.

Again, he leaned over until he could touch you. His hips moved steadily, a controlled move that matched how strategically he was working your cunt, everywhere but the most sensitive part of you.

You hated that you couldn’t beg, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t know. It wasn’t as if you weren’t shaking or if your cunt wasn’t clenching desperately, you knew if he couldn’t feel it, he could at least see it. This went on for several moments, he was proud of how well you were taking him, and wanted to give you some type of award.

You were more than just caught off guard when you felt his lips against one of your thighs. Fuck. He couldn’t, you wouldn’t last long. But he went on, scattering kisses over your thighs, fucking your mouth just a fraction harder as he grew closer to your pussy.

As he licked down from your clit to your entrance, your eyes rolled back. Your hips jumped off the bed and one of his hands held you down in response. You were trembling, whining utter nonsense.

Several times, his tongue ran through you and you’d been so worked up, so wet and frustrated since he’d pulled you out of the party, since he hadn’t fucked you in a while, and this was just happening too fast. You wanted to focus on him, you wanted to apologize in the best way you knew how.

You tried to push him back with your hands on his thighs, but you were nowhere near strong enough.

He turned his head to kiss your thigh again. His hips stilled, most of his cock out of your mouth just in case. “Do you need a moment, baby?”

You debated. If you actually made him stop, made him pull out even if just for a second solely so you could ask him not to make you come...he would be outraged. He might even turn you over and spank you. But he also might not let you come at all. You would die, you knew you would.

You let your hands fall away.

“You okay?”

You hummed slowly, comfortably.

Still, one hand settled on your hip bone to keep you from moving, the other you felt on the back of your thigh close to your ass. He kissed your pussy slowly, sucking at your skin just a little, but not your clit, not yet.

He was careful as he began fucking your mouth again, worried he had pushed you too far. He waited until he was sure you were okay before he sucked your clit between his lips and slipped two fingers into you.

You whined around him as your body shuddered.

He kissed you again, several times to get you to calm down. “It’s okay, baby girl. Be a good girl for me.”

So, you understood, he realized that you wanted to object to this, but Andy was the greediest man you had ever had in bed. You weren’t surprised that he just didn’t care. You found it hard to mind as he began fucking his fingers in and out of you, sloppy, wet noises echoing around the room.

He was sucking again and you were desperately clutching at any part of him you could, his sides, his legs. You weren’t pushing him away now, you were pulling him in.

You were so close, your body arching up as much as it could. You felt tension building in every part of your body. Your own hands came up to your breasts mostly because you knew he would feel your hands moving underneath him.

“Fuck,” he cursed. He left your cunt neglected of his mouth for several moments, only using his fingers, as his cock drove down your throat hard.

You were choking loudly, your body again moving wildly as you gagged. It couldn’t have been more than a few times but they were determined thrusts, you were sure he was going to come in your mouth.

Instead, he pulled out completely and you whined shortly. You didn’t want him to go, but you couldn’t say that. All you could do was try to catch your breath. He didn’t even give you a moment to protest before his face was buried in your cunt.

In seconds, you were a mewling, moaning mess for him. Your body was so tight, so full of unbearable tension. You were shaking, sweating, your pussy was loud and soaking wet and you knew you were dripping everywhere, on him, on the bed.

He didn’t tease, he wanted to let you come because he wanted you coming all night. His favorite form of punishment was too much of a good thing, not withholding how much he enjoyed touching you.

You finished with a scream loud enough that the neighbors probably heard. Again.

Andy touched you through it until you stopped moving, save for the shaking aftershocks when he got a tad too close to your clit. When you were loose and sated on the bed, he started to sit you up.

You quickly turned to him, grasping his face. “I love you, only you.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“I would never look at anyone else.”

“I believe you.” Even if he didn’t, this was not the place to voice that. This...state he got you in when he was this dominant, this demanding, was not completely unlike you. It was just a very obedient, sensitive version of you that he knew he had to be careful with. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt your feelings.

He touched your face and that was when you realized you were crying, he was wiping away your tears. It was either from your finish or from choking on him, you weren’t completely sure. “You’re okay?”

You nodded quickly. “I’m okay.”

He kissed your forehead and you felt hot. As if what you two were just doing wasn’t filthy, this was what made your heart beat faster and gave you those butterflies in your stomach.

He pulled back and kept hold of your face. “What does my baby girl want?”

“I want to feel you inside me.”

As his lips met yours, he began removing all the remaining clothing on either of your bodies. He moved you up the bed until he could lay your head on a pillow and then positioned himself over you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he promised. “Keep saying it.”

As he carefully pushed into you, you continued to tell him you love him. You stared at him the whole time, willing your body to relax for him. He didn’t like it when you got so worked up, especially over the games he played in the bedroom. The thing with Neal was bad but it was over and you knew he wasn’t mad at you. He wouldn’t fuck you like this if he was.

You clutched onto his shoulders, trying to hold him as close to you as you possibly could. He was the one that grabbed your legs and cued you to wrap them around his body. His cock sliding into your pussy was a feeling you couldn’t understand why he’d left you deprived of.

Once his hips were settled against your thighs and he was completely buried inside you, you reached up to his face. You loved his cheekbones, you could trace them with your touch for days if he let you. And his beard, you loved feeling his beard under your fingertips.

He let you do this, explore him as if you could possibly forget anything after all the other times you did it. You remembered the first time he fucked you, you couldn’t stop staring, you couldn’t stop touching—he was so painfully beautiful. He was so patient with you, always had been, and now, despite how badly you felt his need to move, to fuck you, he was going to wait for you to be ready.

“You did this on purpose,” you muttered.

“Did what?”

“You didn’t fuck me. For 17 days. You…wanted me to make a scene—”

“That’s a pretty serious accusation.”

“I could take it to court and win,” you countered.

He smirked. “Could you? What’s my motive?”

“You like being possessive. You like dragging me out of places, you like bringing me home, you like reminding me who I belong to.”

“And were you reminded?”

“No one really belongs to anyone or anything at the end of the day—”

“No,” he interjected, tone sharp. You always liked that tone. “You belong to me.”

“Maybe…”

“You are mine,” he repeated. “And you’re going to say it or we’re going to have a long night.”

“I will say it if you admit this was your plan all along.”

“You think I wanted you to flirt with Neal?”

Your stomach flipped. “I wasn’t—”

He nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I know, I didn’t mean to word it like that. I know you weren’t—”

You felt slightly like you were about to panic. Flirting with Neal? No. “Never, I would never—”

He shushed you. “I know, baby. I know you wouldn’t because you are a good girl. I promise I know that.”

You settled somewhat but that lingering feeling in the pit of your stomach was hard to ignore. Flirting with Neal? You couldn’t bear him thinking you would ever do that to him. Flirting in general with people Andy felt indifferent to was off the table unless you wanted to placate his desires. Certainly, he had to know that.

“I wanted to hear you beg,” he insisted. “That was what I wanted. I wanted honest begging because you are so fucking beautiful begging for my cock.”

You huffed. “Well, you should have asked.”

“I didn’t want to have to ask.”

“You could have given me a hint. I was going around your party trying to get your attention—”

“You had it, you always do. Now, tell me who you belong to.”

“I think we all belong to the stars.”

“No,” he sighed.

“Or the moon, people who experience menstruation especially. The moon controls us, it’s been studied by scientists. There are articles.”

“Scientific articles do not support that,” he asserted and you couldn’t help but laugh. Andy was exact. He didn’t believe in anything he couldn’t see or that couldn’t be proven. Even now, inside you, he couldn’t turn that part of his brain off.

“Baby,” he sighed as his hand came up to curl around your neck. It just rested there, a heavy reminder of all the times in the past he had held you like that, or those other times when he applied just the right amount of pressure. “I want to fuck you, I want to make you cry, I want you to be shaking after I’m done with you, I want to fill you up with my cum. Don’t you want that?”

You nodded, once again turned on beyond comprehension.

“Then be good and say what I want you to say. Don’t make me make you say it.”

“What if I want you to make me?”

“You don’t.”

Andy’s punishments were always so elaborate and such a blur. He knew how to reduce you to nothing but need, and you needed him so badly sometimes. He loved seeing you like that, but he didn’t always like taking you there. He knew how careful he needed to be during and after, so he reserved it for major misbehavior.

You brought one hand up and set it on his forearm. You could feel his skin and his muscles. “I belong to you.”

Just barely, as he stared at your face, his hold tightened. Your breath stuttered but you made sure not to get too worked up too soon. You didn’t want him to have to stop before he finished inside you.

“That can never happen again, baby.”

“I know. It never will. I’m so—”

He tightened his hand again. “Don’t say sorry.”

You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t let you say the one word you so badly needed to say.

“I don’t blame you, sweetheart, I’m just saying…it can’t happen again.”

You caught the lead of his tone. “But what if it does?”

“I might have to make sure he knows that you’re mine.”

You wanted him to let the whole world know. You knew he saw your eyes light up because he smirked. “How would you do that?”

“I might have to let him see how I fuck you. I might have to show him how I can make you beg for me, or how willingly you bend over when I’m going to spank you. I might have to show him how wet you get after I mark up your ass, maybe how whiny you get when my hand is around your throat. But maybe I’ll just have to send him the video I’ve been recording tonight, how well you can suck my cock, how badly you want to.”

You were stunned for a moment—recording? Where was the camera? The idea of Andy recording you was such a turn on. You loved making videos for him, but you’d always wanted to see one where he was with you. “You’ve been recording?”

“Would you be okay with that if I was?”

“Yes. I want to watch you fuck me.”

“You’re such a good girl.” He pulled his hips back once and then snapped up noisily, pulling a moan from your throat. “You know how much I love that sound? When you can hardly breathe but you still make all those noises you know I want to hear.”

He leaned in to kiss you, hips stilled, hand still wrapped around your neck. It was brief, a reward, a reminder. You were being good and he loved you, but he was going to fuck you.

You broke away, nodding to let him know you were ready, that you wanted this. “Please.”

He rolled over so you were on top of him. He kept his hold on your neck to keep you sitting up and used his opposite hand to grab your ass. After he kneaded your skin hard enough he knew it would bruise, he spanked you loudly, harshly. Your body jerk forward, taking him in deeper than you knew was possible.

You whined, trying to pull back a little. He gripped your ass again and held you there. It was painful but exciting, you wanted him to push your limits tonight. He so rarely did, concerned with pleasing you second and treating you delicate first.

He let you go only to spank your other ass cheek. Again, you moved forward and you felt fuller than you ever had. You ached between your legs, almost uncomfortably but the idea of having him this deep in your body was making you wetter by the second. You were dripping, you could see how wet his skin was, how much of a mess he was making of your pussy.

“Ride me, sweetheart.”

You found a comfortable position, your hands on either side of his waist in the mattress. He settled his arm between your breasts so he could still see them moving as you began jerking your hips back and forth. They were sharp, abrupt movements because you wanted to come so bad, you could hardly think of anything else. Save for your disbelief over the fact that he was making you do this yourself. But you didn’t argue because the last thing you wanted was punishment for talking back.

He closed his hand more, every sound you made was short and strangled. You moved faster, knowing he was closer when he choked you harder. His free hand took one of your breasts. He was so delicate at first, a gentle, slow touch before he was pinching your nipple so hard you were whining. He smacked your breast and you shuddered, nearly falling forward onto him, but he kept you up. Mostly because he wanted to do it again to your other breast.

Every slap against your breasts—loud and stinging, always surprising because he didn’t want you to have the comfort of a pattern—was pushing you closer to your orgasm. You were mindlessly bouncing on his cock, uncaring of the pain you felt every time you came down just a little too hard for how big he was. You felt like an animal, like you were simply a victim to your body’s depraved, primal desires.

You finished first, screaming things you would be impressed if he actually understood. You could cry, the tension built over days was finally all gone.

He rolled over once more, taking his spot on top again.

You clung to him, legs and arms, pulling him in like you would die if he wasn’t close enough. You needed to feel his whole body against yours.

“Hear that, baby?”

Oh, you heard. You’d been trying to ignore it, but of course, not if Andy had any say in it.

“Hear how wet your pussy is?”

So wet. Every time he pulled out and pushed in, the noise would fill the room. You only nodded.

Since you were wrapped around him so tightly, it wasn’t difficult for him to grab your hip and move you up the bed with him. He set you against the headboard, the pillows under the small of your back, propping you up for him.

He was on his knees now for more leverage. You knew he was going to fuck you hard. “Look at this, baby.” He slowly pulled out and you turned down to watch. “See how messy you’re getting my cock?”

“Yes,” you whined.

He grabbed his cock, used it to drag up and down your cunt several times.

“Andy, please.”

He shushed you, a slow, calm action that contrasted when he smacked the head of his cock against your clit.

You gasped and your hips jerked forward.

“Stay still,” he warned.

He did it over and over, and enjoyed watching you fail at trying to stay seated on the bed. He thrust in completely, quick and hard, only to pull out and smack your clit again. This was his routine for what felt like an agonizing hour, but you knew it was nowhere near that long. You knew even he didn’t have that kind of patience.

You cried out when he finally buried himself inside you again. As he pushed forward, he pulled you down. His fingers found your clit and you were soon tumbling over that edge once more.

As he finished, he pulled you on top of him, lying back on the bed. One arm wrapped tight around your back to pin you against his chest, his opposite hand tangled in your hair tightly. He hid his face in the bend of your neck, grunting as his hips continued to rock just slightly.

He kept you there for several long moments until he had completely satisfied himself. You were intoxicated being this close to him. You angled your head as much as you could and kissed the side of his face.

He turned over, setting you on the bed as he pulled out. You watched him curiously, moving to sit up with him. He made a disapproving noise and you laid back again. Once again, he made his way to the dresser and grabbed his phone.

“You were seriously recording?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Do I usually bluff?”

Nope, never.

“Now I have a reference if you ever forget how a good girl is supposed to act.”

You suppressed an eye roll.

“Open your legs.” He came closer, directing the camera at your pussy. He touched you, spreading his cum all over your skin, rubbing circles around your clit, just barely dipping his fingers into you.

You watched his face the whole time. You loved how much Andy loved you and when he stared at you after fucking you, it was hard to miss. He was obsessed with you and he never minded showing it.

For almost a month, you watched that video every day. You were fascinated by him, the way he moved, the way he touched you. After that, you started wanting to record more and Andy never minded.

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Imagine being Tenzin's eldest daughter and dating Bolin which Tenzin isn't very pleased with. So Tenzin makes it his mission to keep you and Bolin apart which just means the two of you find sneakier ways to be together.

Part Two here

Tenzin got back to his house and for once it was quiet, confused where the small army he shared his house with was he approached his second eldest daughter Jinora. "Where's korra?" Tenzin asked. "With Asami". "And Ikki and Meelo?". "With uncle Boomi". “And your mother?”. “Out with Aunt Kya”. Tenzin smiled everyone was taken care of and he could finally relax. "And y/n and Bolin?" Tenzin asked relaxing into his chair. "They'e in y/n's room" Jinora shrugged and Tenzin jumped up "with the door closed? Y/n" he bellowed pushing the door open with air bending. "Okay okay im sorry" he heard you yell and Tenzin sighed having your boyfriend stay here was making him age faster.

You and Bolin were in your room relaxing on the bed preparing to watch a movie. For once you didn’t have to babysit your younger siblings or train so had rushed off for some privacy with Bolin and your dad almost kicked the door down. Your dad was insanely worried about leaving you and Bolin alone despite the fact you were dating and Bolin was the sweetest guy in the world. Bolin had been trying to show you the mover he was in for week but you never had a spare moment where you could be alone with him. So when your dad had gone out and left you and Bolin with no task it seemed like the perfect time. You were determined your dad wouldn’t stop another one of your dates but of course he managed to. When your door flew open you sighed and called back you’d leave it open as per your dad’s many rules about you and Bolin. You looked to Bolin worried this would ruin the date but Bolin didn’t seem to mind. The movie started and you moved closer to Bolin to lean against him and he accomodated you hugging you against him. You and Bolin were just getting into the movie, despite the noise your family was making throughout the house when your father knocked on the open door and walked in. "Y/n its getting late, i think you and Bolin should get ready to go to sleep soon so he should go do that in his room soon". You nodded at your dad in reply so engrossed in the film you didn’t realise he hadn’t left. Tenzin coughed and you both looked up to see he didn't look impressed. "Ow you mean now?" Bolin asked and Tenzin nodded "well yes i think that'd be best". You blushed as Tenzin stood waiting glaring at Bolin. Bolin jumped up obediently while you pouted annoyed. Bolin paused the film and gathered his things and smiled "we can finish the movie tomorrow". You nodded "i suppose" and Bolin went to step towards you when Tenzin actually growled. A literal noise escaped his throat at Bolin daring to step closer to you. You sighed but Bolin just smirked and left shooting you a smile. Tenzin watched him go staring into his back and then turned to your door and fixed two bells around the door handle. "Dad!" You cried "what is that?". "Nothing just a decoration...". "You're doing it so you’ll know if i leave my room! Do you not trust me?". "I trust you y/n but i do not trust teenage boys! And i have to do my duty as your father! Having your boyfriend under the same roof..i have to take precautions". "But you didn't do this for Mako and Korra!". "Yes well Korra is older than you and Mako is more responsible than Bolin". You groaned and Tenzin coughed "you weren’t going to break the rules so this shouldn’t be an issue for you". You rolled your eyes "fine whatever...can i go to sleep now?". Tenzin nodded "i am only doing it because i love you y/n, if you have children you’ll understand". You huffed and Tenzin frowned "well goodnight y/n". "Goodnight dad" you said exasperatedly as the door closed but you didn’t plan on sleeping. Your dad hadn’t put bells on your window so as soon as you heard him go to bed you got ready. You gathered what you needed and climbed out of your window before airbending onto the roof. You carefully climbed across the roof to Bolin’s room and landed outside his window. You knocked on Bolin’s window film projector in hand and saw the curtains swing aside as Bolin realised it was you. "Y/n" Bolin grinned hanging out of his window "what are you doing here?". "Well we didn't get to finish the movie because of my dad so i figured we could now without him knowing?". Bolin hesitated for two seconds before grinning "yes come on it!". It had only been lightly raining but Bolin still wrapped a blanket around you before bringing you back to your prefered spot on the bed. He bustled around getting the movie ready and the secret snacks Tenzin didnt know about before jumping down next to you.

The film finished and Bolin looked at you anxiously "so what did you think...i wasn't sure if it was too far fetched and could you tell i couldn’t do my stunts properly and i didn’t look that great in that scene with the royal guards...". "Bolin" you said grabbing his shoulders "it was great! You were great in it, your stunts were amazing, your acting was really good and you looked well..." you trailed off blushing "basically it was amazing and i really enjoyed it!". "Really?" Bolin asked and you nodded. Bolin seized you in a hug and it made you blush he valued your opinion so much. "Im so glad you like it" he smiled putting you back down "your opinion means a lot to me" he blushed and you smiled. "Yours too Bolin" you told him "you're one of the most important people to me". Bolin's blush grew and he looked down his eyes slightly glazed. Bolin smiled and took your hand "you're pretty important to me too y/n" and kissed you softly. Bolin was always so caring and affectionate he just always made you feel loved and safe. He never pressured or rushed you, he was the best man you'd ever met. You broke away blushing and smiled at him before sighing "i should probably go". Bolin frowned "are you sure i mean it's not even that late...plus it's raining really heavily outside you could get a cold or get blown off the roof! Or lost". "Lost? My rooms practically across from yours!" you smirked but Bolin shrugged "i still don’t think you should risk it". You smirked "so what i stay here until the rain stops...that could be all night". Bolin shrugged "i just think it’d be safer it probably won’t be all night" he argued but his tone told you he hoped it would be. You smirked and nodded "fine..i guess i can stay for a bit longer and see if it stops". Bolin grinned "that's a very good decision y/n i must say". "Stop it" you pushed him before blushing as he grabbed your hand. You smiled and leant into him "i might nap while im here for a bit, if that's okay?". Bolin nodded "of course" and gathered even more blankets to keep you warm. You smiled getting into the blankets and Bolin got in beside you. With a bolt of lightning the rain came down ever harder. You noticed and Bolin pretended to look away. "i didn’t do anything!" he said when he felt you looking at him. "Mh hmmm?" You asked laying beside him but you were smiling. "Promise" Bolin smiled putting an arm around you. Bolin was so broad you fitted against him easily and curled up against his side. Bolin wrapped his large arm around you and you felt do safe and warm with the rain pounding against the window. "Goodnight y/n" Bolin smiled kissing your forehead and you smiled closing your eyes. "Goodnight Bolin".

You vaguely heard voices and groaned trying to sunk further into the warmth and Bolin. You buried your head against his chest and fell back to sleep when suddenly Bolin’s door was thrown open. "Y/n" Tenzin screetched and you and Bolin jolted awake. Bolin let out a yelp as Tenzin stared his eyes bulging. "You didn’t put bells on my windows?" you offered and your father turned even more red. "I’ll be putting bars on your window young lady if you dont stay in your assigned room!" He yelled and to your dismay others flocked to the room. "Did you find her?" Asami asked before smirking "ow...i see". "She's in here?" Mako asked "but thats Bolins room" before trailing off as Korra stumbled in too. "Well you did want Y/N to help rebuild the air nation" Korra smirked before she halted as Tenzin spun on her making the avatar gulp. "Is there something funny about my little girl growing up?" Tenzin yelled at them "no? Didn’t think so! Y/n get out of there right now and march yourself to your room this instance". You distangled yourself from Bolin and all the blankets and stood up red faced. "Sir it wasnt y/ns fault..." Bolin tried but Tenzin silenced him with a look. "You are grounded young lady and if i ever find you in his room again i'll...i'll take away your bison!". "Dad...." you groaned but he shook his head "no buts now to your room". You rolled your eyes but did as he said.

Later you sat in your room avoiding your dad's wrath when you heard someone near your window and opened your suprisingly still unlocked window to see Pabu. "Pabu?" You asked as he scampered in and dropped something on your bed. You grinned to see it was a note from Bolin with a wild flower attached "so guess you're our go between huh Pabu" You asked the fire ferret as you fed him a treat as payment. Pabu made a happy noise and you smiled before turning to Bolin’s note. "Sorry i got you in trouble but it was worth it" he wrote "think your dads gonna have us under surveillance for a while but i'm sure we can work around it. I'm game if you are and next time we wont get caught. Love Bolin". You smiled hiding your note and wrote a quick reply before handing it to Pabu who ran off to give it Bolin. You picked up the flower Pabu had also brought and smirked, you had the best boyfriend ever. Father be damned you’d find a way to see him.

#Bolin #lok bolin #bolin x reader #avatar bolin #bolin imagine #legend of korra bolin #legend of korra #tenzin #lok tenzin #air nation #lok mako #lok korra #lok asami #lok imagine #legend of korra imagine #avatar korra #avatar mako #avatar asami

[headinthestaticsky]

The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 1

Summary: It was time for Fleur Swan to become Fleur Hale/Whitlock. She has started to adjust to the lifestyle of a vegetarian vampire as well as her powers, which she seems to develop a new one once in a while. But what happens when something happens that none of the Cullens are prepared for.

"Nature will get her way Though you took her for a fool Walking on the lake Frozen under you."

Run Cried the Crawling by, Anges Obel

When Bella got home from Vegas with Edward at her side it was the most pissed off my dad had ever been at her. He knew she would throw out the "I'll move away." Card on him but he wasn't fazed by it anymore. She was married, and a adult... he couldn't stop her. It was satisfying to see dad finally stand up to her, letting go of the fear of losing her. Bella eventually developed a guilty look on her face while Edward tensed by her side. She decided that she would have her honeymoon after Jasper and I got married, since dad would know we would both be out of the house. It confused me since she would have to wait 5 months just to go on her honeymoon, it also delayed her changing into a vampire. Since they both agreed to do it on there honeymoon.

Regarding me however my eyes are still a dark red rose color, which completely puzzled the Cullens. It confused me as well...knowing that after a year of transformation my eyes should be golden by now. I had never drunken an once of human blood but, my eyes were just as red as they were when I first turned. My blood lust got a lot better and I was beginning to gain control of my powers. It turns out I am also a shape shifter in a sense... I can transform myself into anyone I wanted to be. Things seemed to have calmed down it was nice to have a moment of serenity.

I stood in my room which was now void of my items being out on display. They were instead all in boxes stacked up on top of each other. Dad helped me out earlier in the day, it was nice to spend so one-on-one time with him while I still lived here. Bella was packing up too, excited to finally leave the house and become a vampire. She wouldn't let dad help her out however and spent her time locked up in her room. Probably waiting for Edward to enter and talk with her. I just sat down on my bed looking at my surroundings when I heard Jasper enter through my window.

"I was waiting for you to show up." I said grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Mmm, hello to you too." Jasper said.

"You're not going to believe who accepted my RVSP'd to the wedding..."

"Who is it?"

"My mom, her new husband is coming with her too."

"I hope they won't cause any trouble." Jasper grumbled.

"Well... the last thing I said to her was when I moved back down here when I was 15...I told her that next time I see her would be at my wedding. I then told her that she would enjoy the the open bar and her speech for me would be her barfing all over the place. So umm... be prepared for that to happen." I explained trying to hold in a laugh at the face Jasper made.

"Damn love...you're brutal sometimes."

"Thank you... that is so sweet to say!"

"You better get down to our place... Alice and Rosalie are waiting for you so they can throw you a Bachelorette party."

"Yeah... they'll probably break the house trying to get to me." I said and then began to laugh.

"Have fun darlin." Jasper said softly.

"You too, if Emmett, Edward, and Dean got you a stripper I will murder all of them."

"Don't worry about that darlin, we're merely going out to the woods to hunt bears... maybe a few mountain lions. Besides Edward won't be there anyway"

"Oh fun...wait, Edward won't be there?"

"Yeah... it seems he still holds a grudge after I called him a boy before the battle."

"Only a boy would be offended by that." I said

"I better go love you." Jasper replied and pecked my cheek.

"Love you too." I did the same thing, pecking his cheek. He left a few seconds afterward leaving me alone. I pulled on pair of boots and ran downstairs.

"I'll see you later dad, Rose and Alice are throwing me a little party."

"Alright Petal, love you."

"Love you too!"

I arrived at the Cullen's house in record time, my tracking ability had improved greatly. I zoomed up to the door and before I could open it Rosalie, Esme, Bree, and Alice stood there with excited smiles on their faces.

"The party has arrived." I said jokingly.

They all laughed and ushered me into the lounge room.

Bree had been living with us ever since the end of the battle, she struggled to conform to the diet after living off of human blood so long and she couldn't leave the house much since she was presumed dead. But Jasper has been helping her out a lot.

"I can't wait to see what you did with the venue outside... can I take a look?"

"No, you may not, Rosalie and I all agreed that you shouldn't see it until tomorrow. It'll be great with the pictures."

"Okay okay... is the dress finished?"

"Yes, now that you can see." Rosalie said, dragging me down to her room. A large vanity was set up with hundreds of makeup products. I turned around and saw my dress... it was beautiful.

(I know the dresses aren't exactly the same but just pretend the one showing off the back of the dress has sleeves haha.)

a"Oh my gosh Rose, you know my style so well."

"You're going to look beautiful tomorrow." Esme said, her gracious smile still on her face.

"Thank you guys so much... for everything."

"No problem Fleur, I can't wait for you to officially be a part of the family." Alice replied.

"So, how is everything back at home?" Rosalie said, already playing with my hair.

"It's tense...dad's pissed at Bella, Bella is pissed at dad. I still can't believe she actually eloped."

"Doesn't surprise me any... Bella's priorities have certainly changed." Alice grumbled.

"Yeah... not gonna lie though Alice they've always been like that, she just hid it from you guys pretty well."

"Yeah... I guess so." Alice said disappointment was on her face.

"Let's talk about something else...Fleur, did Jasper tell you where you two were going for your honeymoon?"

"No... he wants it to be a surprise, I can't wait to see where we're going."

"I'm sure it's going to be fun." Alice said, nudging me playfully.

"If I could blush right now, I would." I said.

Timeskip: The next day.

"Rosalie this is like we rehearsed it... smile and don't kill my mother." I reminded her.

"I'll try my best... Why does Bella have to be a bridesmaid again?" She said, brushing back my long black hair.

"Because I don't need my mother talking my ear off saying how selfish I am."

I saw Alice shake her head before going back to steaming my dress in the background.

"Fleur, Rosalie? Where are you guys?" I heard my dad call out.

"In here dad!" I called back.

"Renee get your butt up here your daughter is getting married. Get over this stupid grudge." I heard dad yell. Rosalie, Alice, and I all laughed.

"Aww, you look beautiful Petal." Dad said, smiling at me. I said Renee in the background she had a shocked look on her face.

"Thanks, Dad, you can thank Rosalie and Alice for all of this. Mom? You gonna come over? I'm not infected with anything you know."

She scoffed and walked up to me, we both gave each other fake smiles.

"Did you get plastic surgery? Your face looks... I don't know more sculpted." She said.

"No mother I just aged... the last time you saw me I was 15, I'm 20 now." I lied, everyone knew most vampires' facial features perfected when fully changed. But I couldn't exactly tell her that.

"Okay..." She said in a skeptical voice. I heard Rosalie growl behind me.

"Renee knock it off." Dad said he had a curt look on his face.

"Well since it's your wedding day we thought you needed something blue." Renee started, her face didn't look too happy.

"And something old, besides your mother." Dad joked, Rosalie and Alice let out a chuckle.

"Nice Charlie," Renee said rolling her eyes.

Dad then opened a jewelry box that had a hairpiece in it. I knew it was grandma swans.

"It was Grandma Swans, I added the Sapphires though, I thought it matched your ring pretty well. When the time comes around you can give it to your daughter." Dad said he handed it to Rosalie so she could put it in my hair.

"Aww thank you so much dad." I said I was lucky I didn't have my dress on yet so I could hug him.

"Should've saved this for Bella." Renee grumbled quitely.

"Oh no I forgot her veil, Rose could you come with me?" Alice asked.

Rosalie hesitated before answering.

"Sure..." They walked out a few seconds later.

"So... you stuck true to your guns. I didn't see you until your wedding day." Dad just looked at the two of us and walked out.

"Yep."

"How many men did you date before you got engaged to this one. I know how bored you can get." Renee said, implying I sleep around a lot.

"He's the first and only man I've dated." Renee's reflection was shocked in the mirror.

"Well... I knew my Bella would do that but... not, you." She said in a condescending voice.

"You have no idea what Bella has done."

"So who is he?" Renee said, ignoring my previous statement.

"His name is Jasper and he's an amazing, kind human being." I answered back, pride-filled my voice. I could suddenly feel Bella's presence behind the wall in the other room listening in on us.

"Sure... we all know women like you say that when the men have slept with you."

"You're childish insults do not bother me anymore mother."

"What childish insults? I'm stating facts." Renee said, acting innocent.

"Yeah, facts you convinced yourself are true."

"All I know is if my Bella wouldn't gotten married so young. So let's cut to the chase how far along are you?"

'I'm not pregnant Renee, I need to go help Rose and Alice find that veil." I got up to walk away when I got an idea.

"Oh by the way, Bella got married at nineteen in Vegas."

Renee just stood there in shock. I smiled in satisfaction.

"Enjoy the open bar!"

#jasper whitlock x oc #jasper whitlock #jasper hale x reader #jasper cullen #jasper hale #jasper hale x oc #carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #edward cullen #twilight saga #bella swan #twilight

[kindofwriter]

Hello Skyjacks fandom, may I please introduce you to my favourite thing to do: turn RPG scenes I love into TV scripts. I’ve never done a scene that doesn’t have fluid dialogue before, so this is more of an edit, but aah! Flashbacks, my beloved! From ep 15.

Transcript under the cut:

INT. TAVERN. DAY.

TRAVIS' footsteps echo as he picks his way around upturned tables and towards the bar. JONNIT and GABLE remain by the door.

TRAVIS pauses and lifts up an overturned tankard. He tilts it, and a few dregs drip to the floor.

TRAVIS: Well, we might be able to at least scavenge something.

TRAVIS: Well, we might be able to at least scavenge something.

GABLE: I think our best bet is probably to find the warehouse. Get as many supplies as we can to get us to the next port, then try and trade there.

TRAVIS has reached the bar at this point. He hops over it, then begins inspecting bottles.

TRAVIS: Guess I'll start here.

GABLE makes a move towards the bar. JONNIT stumbles after them.

GABLE: Trav- Hey! This isn't the warehouse!

TRAVIS picks up a tall glass bottle, flips it in the air and catches it again, then begins to pour it into a whiskey-sized glass he found behind the bar. He is beginning to make a Maelstrom.

TRAVIS: Can I get you anything?

GABLE stops just before the bar, JONNIT beside them. They pause for a second, look to JONNIT, then sit.

GABLE: You know what? What the hell. Uh, what do they have back there?

JONNIT tentatively sits beside GABLE.

TRAVIS: Well, uh, do you have a signature drink?

GABLE: No.

A smirk, softer than usual, spreads across TRAVIS' face.

TRAVIS: Would you like one?

GABLE: Uuh...

His own drink poured, TRAVIS begins to mix something for GABLE.

TRAVIS: Jonnit, would you like something?

JONNIT: Uuh, I'll take a pickle?

With his back to his companions, TRAVIS gives another small smile. He turns.

TRAVIS (with a jovial eye-roll): Well, there's the jar.

TRAVIS slides a large jar of pickles down the bar at JONNIT. JONNIT opens it, grabs a pickle, then fidgets in his seat for a moment.

JONNIT: Hey Gable? This is kinda maybe something for a little later, but-

TRAVIS pours something into GABLE's glass that makes the clear liquid begin to smoke. He grabs a shot glass and begins pouring something into it.

JONNIT; I was wondering, when we get back in the air, this thing-

JONNIT gestures to his forehead.

JONNIT: Has been on my mind a lot, and, uh, I just wanted to know: would you maybe be interested in  helping me figure out what it is, how to use it? I feel like it's, it's special. And I wanna be able to call on it when I want, but I don't know how. And it's sometimes a little scary.

TRAVIS sets the shot glass in front of GABLE - it's filled with blood red liquid - then grabs another bottle.

GABLE: Jonnit, from what I've seen you're capable of some incredible things. Things that I know are frightening to you, and I know you have a desire to control. But those things are quite unique to you. As far as I know, perhaps it's divine magic, but it's nothing I've ever encountered. When it comes to magic  the most powerful thing I've found you can do is to allow yourself to do it.

JONNIT: To just... let it happen?

TRAVIS places the smoking glass before GABLE and picks up his own drink. JONNIT and GABLE pause their conversation to look at him.

TRAVIS: To letting ourselves be ourselves from time to time. Even if it is a little painful.

GABLE: Take flight.

JONNIT: Take flight.

TRAVIS: Take flight.

JONNIT crunches down on his pickle. GABLE takes a sip. TRAVIS watches them over the rim of his own glass.

GABLE: This is delicious! It's not often we get to.. have fun?

As TRAVIS downs his drink, GABLE turns back to JONNIT.

GABLE: Just, don't be afraid of it, is what I mean.

JONNIT: I feel like that just ends up with me waiting around for it to happen, and it happens when it wants to, and I feel like I want it to happen when I want it to.

GABLE: You feel that it controls you?

TRAVIS sets his now empty glass down on the bar. He pokes about a little, finds some peanuts and chucks a couple into his mouth.

JONNIT: Yeah. I wanna be in control.

GABLE: That's wise. I'm not sure how much I can help-

JONNIT's shoulders droop, and he tries really hard not to let the disappointment show on his face. To hide it, he takes a bite of the pickle.

GABLE: But I can show you how I do my thing.

JONNIT: Yeah, uh, that'd be great. Thanks, Gable.

TRAVIS wanders out from behind the bar, winding around tables, clearly looking to see if anyone has dropped anything. He reaches a corner, tucked away behind a support beam, where there is a small, square table for playing Illimat. 

TRAVIS runs his fingers over the grain and a slightly glazed look overtakes his face. He begins to take a seat and-

CUT TO:

INT. BAR. DUSK.

The exact same place, only now it's bustling. A shanty plays in the background. The scene is packed with characters. Out the window we can see, across a fog-less mountain top, the sun is preparing to set. 

TRAVIS is sitting in the exact same seat we just saw him drop into, but he looks different. Same coat, but it's newer, better maintained. There's a softness to his face and a lightness to his eyes that we haven't seen before. He looks younger, though of course he isn't.

Across from TRAVIS is sat a burly man with curls pulled back into a ponytail. The two have almost finished playing a game of Illimat.

TRAVIS makes a move, and the crowd that have gathered around them cheer - it looks like he's going to win. The sly look TRAVIS gives his competitor confirms this.

With a flick of his wrist, the COMPETITOR plays his card, and the crowd goes wild. He crosses his arms and leans back, smirking at TRAVIS.

For a moment TRAVIS looks confused, then he begins to reach across the table.

TRAVIS: You cheated!

COMPETITOR (rumbling: )Didn't take you for a sore loser.

TRAVIS: That was the only card you could have possibly played to win. The odds are impossible.

COMPETITOR: Guess fate was just on my side.

That gets TRAVIS' hackles up.

TRAVIS: No, that card was already in the harvest pile, I saw it!

As TRAVIS reaches for the deck a knife is thrown down, pinning the cards to the table.

COMPETITOR: Oi!

The COMPETITOR rises, looming over TRAVIS, who also quickly jumps to his feet.

COMPETITOR: That's not the way we play here.

The energy in the crowd has changed now. People are tense, anticipating a fight.

TRAVIS tries to respond to the man, but instead he bares his teeth, a short, sharp growl emitting from his throat. We see panic flare in TRAVIS' eyes as he notices the sun through the window behind the man's head: it's setting.

The COMPETITOR took this to be a sign of aggression and lunges for TRAVIS. TRAVIS winces, but before any damage can be done two other patrons have grabbed hold of the man. They begin to drag him from the table, mumbling that he's drunk and should head home, not worth it over a visitor etc.

The COMPETITOR reaches to grab something from the table - the money, TRAVIS assumes, and also starts reaching for it. However all he does is scoop a small snuff box up and shove it into his pocket.

People begin to move in towards TRAVIS, asking if he's alright, where he's staying, congratulating him on his skill. TRAVIS ignores them, covering his mouth with one hand as we hear the loud and painful snapping and twisting of his jaw.

With his other hand he scoops up what should have been the winnings and slinks out the door.

CUT TO:

EXT. TAVERN. DUSK.

Now lifting his cravat to cover his mouth, TRAVIS exits the tavern and starts to turn, aiming to slink down an alleyway. Before he does, however, his eyes are drawn to a commotion just past the warehouse. The COMPETITOR is still being guided away, into a bunk house down the street.

CUT TO:

EXT. TAVERN. DAY.

TRAVIS is stood outside the door in the exact same position, looking to the bunk house. Now, however, the tavern is dark and cold.He starts to walk towards the bunk house.

GABLE and JONNIT emerge, clearly confused.

GABLE (hissed): Travis?

JONNIT (whispered): Travis?

We pan out in order to see TRAVIS walking towards the bunk house and GABLE and JONNIT at the door simultaneously.

GABLE (slightly louder): Travis?

JONNIT (normal volume): Travis?

GABLE (yelling slightly); Travis!

JONNIT + GABLE: Travis!

TRAVIS continues to ignore them, having almost reached the door to the bunk house now.

GABLE shrugs to JONNIT.

GABLE: Well, I guess we don't need to go to the same place. Do you wanna go to the warehouse?

JONNIT nods and the pair set off.

CUT TO:

INT. BUNK HOUSE. DAY.

TRAVIS is just pushing open the door to the reception area. There are chairs and tables littered about - untidy, but not in disarray as the tavern had been. It's deadly silent.

Faint light filters in through the windows, but with the thick fog it does little to illuminate the room. TRAVIS reaches up and lights an oil lamp that hangs beside his head. It looks as if he lights it with his finger, but as he reaches to take the oil lamp down we see him palm a lighter.

Taking the lamp with him, TRAVIS makes his way down a corridor at the back of the room, lined on either side with doors. He pushes the first one he comes to, and it opens onto a set of bunks. The beds are unmade and there are a few belongings scattered about, but nothing that suggests a struggle.

We see TRAVIS continue down the corridor, pushing a few more doors, until suddenly he stops.

On the floor of this room, slightly tucked beneath a bunk, is a brass Illimat box, the one the COMPETITOR had laid on the table. The lid has been lost or removed.

TRAVIS crouches and reaches inside, lifting out a small snuff box. He closes his eyes, letting out a soft, slow breath. As he stands he pockets the snuff box, turning on his heel, only to stop in his tracks again. 

We pan round until we can see the back of the door. Etched into it, in thin, jagged letters, is the words 'IT IS TIME!'

TRAVIS pushes the door open and hurries out of the room, back towards the entrance.

#skyjacks #travis matagot #jonnit kessler #gable skyjacks #author's note