#oh a smoking bad boy? i know what to do with you lemme just spread my ass cheeks

[bigcatbulges]

Source - luodejun

(Artist's Pixiv)

#gay furry #gay furry pecs #gay furry bulge #gay furry butt #gay furry tiger #artists twitter above #oh a smoking bad boy? i know what to do with you lemme just spread my ass cheeks

[touyasdoll]

dabi would take you on dates to junkyards and yall just spend the rest of the time smashing old cars up and smoking weed

(maybe he’ll smash you on one of the cars,who knows?😏)

-🔮

You’re enabling me & I love you for it 💜

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Warnings: recreational drug usage, public sex, biting, daddy kink, breeding kink (looking directly at you @vault-touched, thanks for encouraging me), dumbification, hair-pulling

“You’re pretty fuckin’ hot when you’re pissed, ya know that?” Dabi’s reddened, glassy eyes rake over your body as he takes one last toke of the joint you’d been sharing before he stamps it out beneath his foot and saunters over to you.

“That why you seem to like pissin’ me off so fuckin’ much, pretty boy?” You smirk, taking one last solid swing at the window of the car you two having been taking your pent-up frustrations on.

“That and I know it turns you on,” his hands find your hips, giving them a firm squeeze as he walks you backward towards the hood of the weather-worn vehicle, already kissing and sucking at your neck.

“You expect me to let you hit it in a junkyard?” You giggle, tilting your head to the side as you brace your hands on his chest. “You’d have to give it to me real fuckin’ good for this to be worth it, babe.”

Your hands travel over his torso, hooking into his belt loops to tug his hips flush against yours as he bites down, pulling a sudden, wanton moan from your lips.

“Don’t I always?” He smirks against the marks before roving his tongue over the impressions of his teeth. “Never heard a complaint outta you before,” he grabs your arms, spinning you around to place your hands on top of the car, his large palms atop them while he hunches over you to whisper, “‘Specially when I hit it from the back.”

You can feel his pleased grin spread at the nape of your neck before he kisses you there, migrating his mouth to just behind your ear while the outline of his cock ruts against your ass.

“Oh, fuck,” you sigh, closing your eyes as you push back against him. “You’re a goddamn menace,” a groan leaves you as his fingertips trail along your waist before he reaches around to undo your jeans, peeling them down, along with your panties.

“Hands stay on the hood,” he commands, sensuous authority in his husky voice. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless, doll. Gonna fill this tight little hole of yours to the brim with my cum,” two digits part your folds, slowly sinking inside of your as he hums in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Is that what you want from me?”

“Yes,” you moan, clutching at the hood beneath you. “Want it so fucking bad, daddy.”

“Say it for me, princess,” he scissors his fingers gently, working you open before he starts a slow, steady rhythm, curling his fingers in a way that has you rocking your hips back into his hands, eager for more. “Tell me exactly what you want. I wanna hear you ask real nice. What do you need all that cum for, hmm?”

“Want you to fuck a baby into me,” you arch your back, “n-need you too. Oh God, Daddy, please let me have it. Lemme milk your cock dry, pretty please.”

You can hear his belt coming undone behind you, his fingers disappearing and leaving you momentarily empty. His eyes stay trained on your dripping pussy, clenching around nothing in your impatience as you whine quietly.

“How can I say no to that?” He rasps playfully, swiping the fat head of his cock against your clit, smirking at the way you gasp before he slips inside of you with ease, resting his ring-laden hand at the small of your back and sighing with relief as his head drops back. “I swear your pussy makes me fuckin’ stupid.”

He rolls his hips, starting to slow to relish in the feeling of you stretching to accommodate his girth. He mutters a curse under his breath that you can barely hear over the sound of your own pleasure. 

His right hand reaches over the one pressed against the top of your ass to grab your left hip as he brings his foot up to rest on the front bumper of the car. The new angle has you slapping your palms against the hood, falling onto your forearms as any other thoughts empty from your mind.

“Daddy! Oh shit—o-oh fuck, daddy!” Youre desperately trying to hang onto something as he starts throwing his hips forward, pounding into you with such force and intention that his balls clap against your clit and it’s threatening to throw you over the edge. “Gonna—oh God—gonna fucking cum hnngg,” your head hangs as your eyes close, bracing for the impact of your orgasm.

“Fuckin’ cum for me then,” he growls, fisting his hand into your hair to tug, making you arch your back further as you’re forced to crane your neck back. “Don’t be shy, doll. Scream about how good I’m making you feel. Let everyone hear how fuckin’ stupid you go for this dick.”

“Daddy! Feels so good! Feels too good, oh fuck! OhfuckohfuckohfuckohFUCK,” you slap your hand down on the hood so hard that it stings as your eyes roll back, droll slipping from the corner of your mouth as you buck your hips wildly back against each of his thrusts, losing the rhythm and not conceding yourself with trying to follow it as your walls spasm and contract.

“Shit, that’s it, baby,” he groans through gritted teeth, his elbow resting on your back as he uses your hair for leverage, the head of his cock kissing your cervix just before he explodes inside of you, a seemingly endless stream of hot seed spilling into you until it has nowhere to go but to seep back out as he finally slows his thrusts.

“Goddamn, do I love you,” a chortle leaves his chest as he presses his sticky forehead to your back, leaving a gentle kiss on your spine.

“Mm, I love you too. Horny bastard,” you laugh softly, standing as he slips out of you to lean back against him, cupping his face in your hand to kiss him as you turn your head.

He smiles into the gesture, speaking against your lips as his arms folds around your waist, “Least I’m yours.”

#🔮 anon #just thirsting #dabi thirst #dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #dabi imagine #dabi fanfic #mha x reader smut #bnha x reader smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya x reader #touya smut #todoroki touya #dabi todoroki #bnha smut #mha smut #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi #touya todoroki #tw drugs

[yikesharringrove]

Oooh spin the usual narrative around and maybe Steve got some really cool tattoos on his back after high school and Billy is just being all sweet on him later and notices them and LOVES them and is all like "ride me and show me" and won't let Steve finish until he describes all his tatts on his back

Smut

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Billy hadn’t been in Hawkins, Indiana for about three years.

He had fled pretty much as soon as he got that diploma, had packed up his car the night before, tossed his stupid cap and gown in the trunk, and just fucking left.

But here he was, ready to watch Max and the rest of her brats graduate.

He was standing, feeling weird in his best shirt, sweating under the Hawkins sun.

And there was Steve Harrington. Of course he would come for his kids, was probably gonna tear up as they made their way across the stage. He could see Steve’s big hair sitting close to the front, with Henderson’s mom, looking just the same.

He spent the entire ceremony glaring holes in the back of Steve’s head, only looked up when Maxine Elizabeth Mayfield stomped across the stage, rolling her eyes as Susan and Neil made a big to-do somewhere in the crowd.

Then went right back to staring at Harrington.

He looked good.

Like, still looked as hot as he did in high school, but he looked,

he looked like a man.

He had shot stubble along his jaw, and he looked a little more filled out.

He was waiting for Max, standing with her mother off to the side when Steve turned, and noticed Billy.

His eyes went wide, and he began making his way over.

“Jesus, Hargrove. Long time no see.” He pulled Billy into a hug, a tight, sweet good-smelling hug. “You look good, man.” He smiled brightly at Billy.

“Yeah, Harrington. You too.” And he did.

“Hey, uh, all the kids are having a little shindig at The Byers’, I’d love to catch up with you.” He rubbed down Billy’s arm, made him so much fucking hotter than the bright sun.

-

The kids’ party was a nice barbecue in the Byers’ backyard.

They were all running around, getting in food fights and being stupid idiots.

Billy can respect that, the last summer before leaving all your friends.

Billy didn’t really have friends to leave, though. Just kinda, left, one day.

He kept his eyes on Steve the whole time, watched the way he smiled and laughed with the kids, the way his eyes kept flicking back to Billy.

The sun was beginning to set when Steve came over to the stairs Billy was perched on, two beers in hand.

He gave Billy one, settling right next to him.

“So, what have you been up to? Been, what three years?” Billy had left the day he graduated, hopped in his car and didn’t stop ‘till he saw the ocean.

“Moved back home. I’m working at a garage, now.” Steve gave him another nice smile. “Saving up to maybe go to school, or get a house or something.” He shrugged, taking a swig of his beer. “What about you? Got a girlfriend?”

“Ha! No. Not really, dating right now.” A slow grin spread over Billy’s face.

“Just fuckin’?” Steve’s cheeks went red, but he didn’t deny anything. “Yeah, me too, Harrington.”

Steve laughed, pushing at his rolled up shirt sleeve.

It was just under his elbow, and Billy zeroes in on dark black ink winding down to an elegant curl on the side of his elbow.

“Any good stories?” Billy licked over his teeth.

He had stopped pretending in California, didn’t really want to here either.

“Well, I mean, there was this one guy, just absolute maniac. He had this thing about getting caught, so we’d go out to shitty bars, see how long it took before we got kicked out. We got away with a lot at most of ‘em, though.”

He watched Steve carefully, didn’t even see a twitch.

And then,

“Oh, I was kinda seeing a guy like that.” Billy’s brain shorted out. “There’s a gay bar down the block from my place in Chicago, and he’d take me out on the dance floor, and this one night, we just about fucked before someone noticed what we were doin’. It was kinda fun.”

Billy’s mind was racing, pictured pulling Steve onto a crowded dance floor, pushing his hands down his pants, fingering him, letting him rut against his thigh until he cums in his pants.

“So you, you’re gay?”

“Bi, actually. Figured that one out right away after movin’.”

“Yeah? Let your queer little flag fly?”

“It’s been fun.” Steve shrugged. Billy licked his lips, had an idea.

“Y’know, you coulda been havin’ fun way before you moved.” He leaned into Steve’s space, looking at him through his lashes.

Steve’s cheeks went red.

“It’s not too late, is it?” Billy stood up, tugging his keys out of his jeans pocket.

“I got a shitty motel room bed with your name on it, Pretty Boy.” Steve scrambled behind him, tossing himself into the passenger seat of his car.

He grinned at Billy.

-

Billy drove like a bat outta Hell, getting Steve to his motel room as fast as possible.

He led him inside, slamming Steve against the door the minute they got in.

He kissed Steve roughly, licking inside his mouth.

Steve moaned into his mouth, fumbling with the buttons on Billy’s shirt.

Billy pulled him, shoving him onto the bed, taking Steve’s shirt off in turn.

And there was the ink.

It curled down both of Steve’s arms, leading from his back.

“Holy shit.” Billy traced on of the curling tendrils. “Never begged you for a tattoo type.” Steve shrugged, his eyes flicking down to trail over Billy’s body.

“I like it.”

“Can I see?” Steve pushed on him gently, but then he got an idea. “Wait,” he grinned at Steve. “Ride me and let me see them.” Steve smiled devilishly back up at him.

He pushed Billy, swapped their positions.

He was straddling his waist, could feel how hard Billy was underneath him.

“Only if you get me all ready.”

Billy undid Steve’s belt, tearing his khakis open.

Steve sat up, awkwardly wiggling out of them to sit back down, completely naked on Billy’s lap. He took Billy’s hand, kept direct eye contact as he sucked on Billy’s fingers.

He was like a fucking pornstar, his eyes going all dark and sultry as he licked over Billy’s fingers, sucked them into his mouth.

“Jesus, Stevie. You’re so fuckin’ hot.” Steve smirked at him, pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, guiding Billy’s hand around his hips, leaning forward over Billy.

“Go ahead.” Billy jostled him a little closer, rubbing his spit slick fingers over his hole.

He pushed one inside.

Steve’s eyes fluttered closed, and he moaned, so loud and pretty.

“God, wished we had done this years ago.” Billy was now pumping his finger in and out of Steve.

“I was pretty repressed back then. Don’t know if I would’ve done this.” Billy eased in another finger. Steve took him so well.

“Then, glad I got here just in time.”

“Welcome to my slutty phase.” He grinned at Billy, grinding his hips back and forth on his fingers.

Billy spread his fingers, scissoring them open and closed, getting him open. Steve squirmed a little.

“Just like,” he took Billy’s wrist, shoving his fingers in deeper. Billy curled his fingers. “Oh, yeah.” He started tossing his ass back, fucking himself on Billy’s fingers. “Fuck.”

He collapsed forward, burying his face in Billy’s neck.

Billy tried to get a look at the dark ink covering him from neck to upper ass cheek.

“I’m I’m ready.” Steve bat Billy’s hand away, turning around.

He lined up Billy’s cock, sinking down on it.

Billy’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Jesus Christ,” Billy groaned. Steve felt like Heaven.

He looked over his shoulder, tossing him a wry smile. Billy clung to his hips.

“Like what you see?”

The tattoo was beautiful.

It was an intricate monster, tall and skeletal, a face like a flower, opened up with rows and rows of horrible teeth. There appeared to be black smoke coming from behind the monster, delicate furls of something, maybe vines? They climber up Steve’s shoulders, wrapped around his arms.

It shouldn’t have been sexy, staring at this thing while Steve bounced on his cock, but it was Steve bouncing on his cock, tossing his head back and moaning.

“What do you think?”

“I think, you don’t get to cum until I tell you all my thoughts on this art.” Steve moaned loudly. “This fuckin’, fuckin’ monster. Black ink looks real pretty on you, Baby.”

Steve turned again to look over his shoulder.

“Tell me about it.”

“I mean, I shouldn’t be turned on, lookin’ at this thing. It’s like, it’s like it’s screaming at me.” Steve shuddered. Billy didn’t know if it was a good shudder or a bad one. “I can, I can see the saliva in it’s mouth.”

And then Steve stopped, panting heavily.

He pulled off of Billy, turning to face him again.

“Sorry, that’s just, you know, not the best dirty talk material.” Billy grinned at him.

In one swift motion he rolled on top of Steve, slamming his way back inside of him.

“You want good material? You want me to tell you about how often I jerked off to you in high school? Pictured how pretty your lips would look around my cock? Thought about how tight your little hole would be?”

That was apparently the stuff.

Steve’s eyes were wide, his hair wild on the pillow behind him. He was panting shallowly, just accepting what Billy was giving him.

“Thought about taking you all kindsa ways. Thought about bendin’ you over in the showers after P.E. and just fucking you right there, in front of everyone.”

Steve’s back arched beautifully, and his thighs trembled against Billy’s sides as he came, thick white spunk sticking their stomachs together.

“Yeah? That get you going? The idea of people watching, of being made my bitch?”

“Jesus, Billy, I already finished.” His cock gave a flimsy little kick as if proving his point.

“Yeah, now I’m getting myself off.” Steve laughed at him, shifting his hips to let Billy drive in deeper.

“That what get you there? Pining me down? Making me your bitch?” Billy moved a little faster, a little rougher. “Now’s your chance, Tiger. Gimme your cum, ruin me.”

Billy bit down on Steve’s neck, made him yelp as he bucked his hips, cumming inside of him.

He breathed for a minute, rolling off of Steve.

Steve stretched like a cat, wincing slightly.

“Lemme see your art again. Was a little distracted with the sight of my dick in your ass.” Steve laughed, rolling over onto his stomach.

Billy traced the monster’s mouth with light fingers.

“It’s cool.”

“Will Byers drew it. Kind of reminds me to, you know, put the past behind me. I know it’s cheesy but,” he shrugged, trailing off.

“Sometimes cheesy works.” Steve’s cheek was smushed against the pillow as he studied Billy.

“What’s it like being back in Hawkins? Must be weird coming back after being gone.”

“Nah. Nothing’s really changed. Weirder coming in blind that first time.” He traced one of the black vines. “I thought you were in Chicago?”

“I am. Only moved out there about six months ago. Didn’t get into college or anything, so I’ve been working shitty jobs, saving up some money. Thinking about running away some more. Get further away.”

“You’re always welcome in California. I got a pull out couch.” He licked over his teeth. “Or you could share my bed.”

“Are you asking me to give you sex in exchange for a place to stay?”

“You did say you’re in your slutty phase.” Steve laughed, burying his face in the pillow.

“We’ll see if I get desperate enough to get outta here to take you up on that offer.”

“You could drive back with me. Stay for awhile, fly back. See if you like it.”

High school Billy would be creaming in his pants right about now, asking Steve Harrington to run away to California with him.

Steve looked at him, his face unreadable.

“I could go for a little adventure.”

#this turned into something......else #i didn't know what to pick for the tattoo so i went demogorgon but then #figured steve prolly wouldnt want THAT brought up while he was getting dicked into next week. #yikes writes #lemons #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

Tommy doesn’t know who Queen is and Steve goes on a quest to get Tommy to listen to all different types of music. Billy gets dragged into the shenanigans. The three of them start hanging out together when Steve falls asleep, but he has a super bad nightmare. (I think they were probably drinking or smoking weed or both before. Which made the nightmare worse.) Then comes cuddling with Tommy choosing the music and light teasing.

i love this so much. they’re all musically ignorant in one way or another anyway. lemme just sprint with this now :)

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He was just trying to get his history books, it wasn't his fault that their lockers were right next to each other. Or that Tommy was apparently living under a heavy rock.  

“I’ve never heard of Queen, unless you’re talking about the Queen of England or some shit. Other than that, I’m at a loss.” Tommy was yapping to one of Carol’s friends. Sarah? Betty? They all looked the same honestly. 

“What do you mean you’ve never heard of Queen?” Steve hadn’t actually really meant to just start abruptly start speaking to Tommy again, but here they were. In the hallway. Around nosey onlookers. And Sarah-Betty who was definitely staring and definitely not happy for the intrusion. 

Tommy grinned boyishly, “Talkin’ to me again, Harrington?”

Steve didn’t let up, “You haven’t heard of Queen? Freddie Mercury? Brian May? They’ve been all over the radio for years, man.” Tommy died down a little with the snarky attitude, but the flare was still there through the dilution. 

“I don’t know, Harrington. Guess I have too many people around to pay attention to the radio much anymore.” Tommy crossed his arms and Steve almost gave up as the bilious emotions started up towards the boy again. 

Steve shook his head, “Meet me at my house tonight at 6. I’ll order in and I’ll show you myself what Queen is. ‘Kay, Tom?” Now that really took the other aback.

“It’s been, what, a year?” Hands on his hips just as Steve was doing, “All of a sudden you’re interested again?”

Steve looked him in the eye and nodded, “Six o’clock on the dot, Tommy. Be there!” he pivoted on his heel and blended in the crowd.

He had the pizza box and the stereo up and ready to jam long before the bell rung. Only three minutes late. It was honestly a record for Tommy, Steve knew for a fact that Tommy had the worst time management skills. Which also made Steve a little on edge as he opened the door. He wasn’t actually that surprised to find Billy Hargrove right there beside Tommy. Both grinning in their own devilish manners. 

Steve vamped them with the most unimpressed look he could produce and traveled back inside, “Well, come on!” he ordered impatiently. 

Billy spoke up first as they entered the living area, “Nice place, very...” he seemed to contemplate a moment as he examined the vacant side tables and mantle, “Modern.”

“Tell me about it,” he rolled his eyes, “I’ll go get beer,” he started making his way towards the kitchen. “Pizza’s on the coffee table, don’t make a mess.”

When he returned there wasn’t any mess on the floors or furniture, but Tommy had enough sauce on the corners of his mouth and cheeks to slather a whole slice itself.

“Oh, Tommy,” he sighed and grabbed a napkin to clean the sauce before it dried. Billy and Tommy stared like owls but Steve ignored them and instead focused on putting the first cassette in. “Now listen, no one gets to speak.” He pointed to the table, “You have free food and drinks, so indulge me,” he took his own seat on the floor between them. A Night at the Opera. 

“Well this is eerie,” Tommy griminced and bit into another slice. His face lifted a moment later as the song changed gears, “Oh wait, no I change my mind, this is cool.”

“Have you found a new toy to replace me? Can you face me? But now you can kiss my ass goodbye Feel good, are you satisfied?”

Steve looked at Tommy and found him already looking back. 

Billy coughed, “Next, Pretty Boy?”

“Bicycling on every Wednesday evening Thursday, I go waltzing to the zoo”

Tommy swayed with the steady smoothness, “I like this one, I like it a lot.” Billy’s thigh brushed and planted against Steve’s shoulder as they watched Tommy tap along. The touch sizzled excitingly. 

“I'm in love with my car Got a feel for my automobile Get a grip on my boy-racer rollbar Such a thrill when your radials squeal“

Tommy’s face pinched just a little, nose wrinkled cutely, ”I don’t know about this one. Sounds like a song Billy might appreciate a bit more. WIth Margo and all that.” 

Tommy smiled at Billy and Steve felt something churn in is tummy, “Margo?” he tilted his head back so it rested on Billy’s knee in order to look at him.

Billy sighed and tilted his own head back to take a sip of the beer can he'd been working on, “It’s my car’s name, after my dog when I was a kid.” Steve shifted back so he was facing the stereo again after nodding once. 

“Oh, you're the first one when things turn out bad You know I'll never be lonely You're my only one And I love the things I really love the things that you do“

Tommy immediately smiled at the opening and his foot made its way from nudging him happily to resting in Steve’s lap, “This one is my favorite.”

“Really?” Steve and Billy asked simultaneously. Steve turned his head painfully fast and they stared in mutual shock. They were quick to get over it though and both went back to waiting for Tommy’s decisive nod. His eyes were closed and calm in enjoyment. So, Steve forcefully settled whatever Billy had stirred and did the same, back rested against both boy’s shins comfortably. 

“My sweet lady Though it seems like we wait forever Stay sweet, baby Believe and we've got everything we need“

“That one was...interesting,” Tommy commented.

Billy snorted as Steve smiled, “I’d say.”

“I feel like dancing in the rain Can I have a volunteer? Just keep right on dancing What a damn jolly good idea“

Tommy smiled sweetly through the that one, Steve felt as though he didn’t need to ask why.

“I dreamed I saw on a moonlit stair Spreading his hands on the multitude there A man who cried for a love gone stale And ice cold hearts of charity bare“

“How come they are so short and so long at random? It’s weird,” Tommy leaned forward and grabbed another beer, condensation dripping onto Steve’s bare knee.

“Sometimes things are more difficult to interpret,” Billy answered. Steve leaned a little more into them as he felt his hips settle. 

“Oh, back, hurry back Please bring it back home to me Because you don't know what it means to me Love of my life“

“That was kinda sad,” Billy was the one to say something between the track then. 

Steve agreed, “Yeah, a little.” He felt eyes on his head but gazed instead on the slight glow to the stereo. 

“Take good care of what you've got My father said to me As he puffed his pipe and baby B. He dandled on his knee Don't fool with fools who'll turn away Keep all good company“

Steve felt a leg press firmer into his shoulder and he laid his head on it, above him Billy sighed just above being silent, “How was that one, Tom?”

Tommy didn’t answer for a moment, “I’m not sure. It sounded good.” The feet in Steve’s lap crossed themselves jitteringly. 

“Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see, I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low“

“That one was freaky,” Tommy sat forward in awe, “But it was also awesome.” Eventually the last cord divvied out, all of them lazy with alcohol and sleepy with muddled calm that none of them had felt in a while. Although, Steve already was sleep on Billy’s knee. He didn’t get the chance to regret the beer he’d consumed before he was overrun with horrific, viney tunnels and humongous monsters. Screams of people he knew and cared for. Dustin, Nancy, his parents, Johnathon, El, Lucas. But what had him waking up in a bolt, yelping and screaming, was the one’s from Billy and Tommy. The pain those ones harbored, the ones that made Steve tremble too much to bare. 

Heavy hands grasped his shoulders and softer ones held his face when he came to. He closed his mouth and the wailing stopped just as it had reached his ears.

“Steve! Steve- sh, it’s alright, Stevie,” Tommy’s voice filtered in subtly and he thought he heard a breeze from behind. 

“We should get him to bed,” Billy said and the warmth from behind Steve was suddenly gone. He didn’t know what he must of done, was too out of it, but suddenly he was in someone's arms and being coddled.

“It’s okay, Pretty Boy, we’re still here.”

And then they were in a bed, and his room by the looks of the plaid and blue walls. He had two bodies on either side, and while the comfort he felt was something he couldn’t recognize. It was something new and he felt he should feel overwhelmed by all the sudden figures beside him. But instead he felt relieved and willingly open to allow these two boys in with limited hesitation. What a change in events. Truly. 

“Talk to us, Stevie,” Tommy whispered in his ear. 

“Have you heard of Blondie?” he whispered a bit hoarsely. 

“No. Unless that’s Billy.”

“Add that to the list of things Tommy needs to learn about.” He got a slight tickle above his ribs in response from Billy. Steve held in his laugh as best he could but Billy didn’t stop the movement until he finally coughed out a yelp in protest. He tried his best to portray a steady glare in return but it didn’t quite work. “What about The Smiths?”

“Nadda.”

“Tears for Fears?”

“Mmm,” Tommy finally came into clear vision for Steve to see, even in the dark, “Maybe, maybe not.” He was grinning like the dumbass Steve knew he was. And then he was gone.

“Wah-?” he almost whined. Almost. 

“Don’t worry, Stevie,” there was a clicking sound, “I’m just trying to culture you up a bit. Gotta keep you calm so we can actually get so sleep.” He laughed loudly when he seemingly found something. Tree branch arms coiled around Steve’s waist and he couldn’t be bothered to tell Billy off as the warmth radiated into his skin and heart. 

Tommy came back while the Eurythmics, of all people, made some sort of soft noise through the room. And Tommy’s own hands somehow managed to sneak their way past Billy’s and just barely grazed his ass. The blanket bundled them all together and Steve felt as though he finally had the loves of his life in sight. That definite path made for him. Finally and just maybe. 

send me headcannons!<3

#stranger things #asks #kegboys #steve harrington #billy hargrove #tommy h #tommy hagan #this sucks #but i’m tired so that’s like a partial excuse #thank you for the ask! #sorry it’s not the best

[thelastspeecher]

Best Revenge

Figured I’d name this ficlet with the AU name that I decided upon earlier today and am very proud of.  This ficlet is a follow-up to the previous ficlet in this variation of my Superhero/villain AU, which you can read here.  Be prepared for some more reasons to hate Angie’s ex-husband.  Enjoy.

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              Max took a deep breath.  He got out of his car and slowly walked up to Lute’s house.

              Well, it’s Angie’s now, too.  After all, she moved in.  He knocked on the door.

              “Just a sec!” Lute’s voice called.  Max stifled a groan.  He’d been hoping that Angie would answer it.  Lute had hated his guts for years now and, since the divorce had happened, didn’t bother hiding it.

              Not like he hid it much ‘fore the divorce… The door opened.  Lute’s kind face promptly warped into annoyance.  He leaned against the doorjamb, crossing his arms.

              “An’ what exactly do ya want?” Lute asked snidely.

              “I just…I just want to talk to Angie.”

              “Hell, no.”

              “C’mon, Lute, we were friends fer years!” Max begged. Lute shook his head.  “I haven’t even seen her since she filed the papers.”

              “That’s fer a reason, Buster Brown.  She don’t want to see ya.”

              “I-”

              “Unless yer here to drop somethin’ off or pick somethin’ up, get back in yer car and leave,” Lute snapped.  Max straightened.

              “No.”

              “If I have to make ya leave, I will,” Lute said. Max couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.  “What?”

              “Lute, yer the most athletic of yer fam’ly, but that don’t mean much.  I know fer a fact that you wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”

              “Maybe not against his skinny little ass,” a voice said.  A strange man appeared in the doorway.  “But you’d have a hard time taking me out.”  The man smirked at Max.

              Shit.  He’s right.  The stranger was much bigger and bulkier than Lute, even more than Max.  No, calm down.  He could only take ya down if he’s a super.  And he could easily be a normie.

              “Oh, I should prob’ly introduce the two of ya,” Lute drawled lazily.  “Stan, this is Angie’s ex-husband, Max.  Max, this is Stan.”

              “Lemme guess.  He’s yer new boyfriend?” Max asked.

              “Nope.  Angie’s,” Lute said.  Max’s jaw dropped.  “Yeah, she fin’ly found someone who was more her league.”

              “She’s- she’s already moved on?” Max whispered.

              “Yeah.”  Stan looked at Max with pity.  “Honestly, man, it’d be best if you moved on, too.”

              “I-”  Max clenched his jaw.  “No.”

              “No?  Fine, fuck up your life, I don’t care,” Stan said with a shrug.  He turned around.  A rock flew into Max’s hand.  Max growled softly and threw the rock directly at Stan’s back.  With unnervingly fast reflexes, Lute caught it before it could hit.

              “All right, that’s it,” Lute snarled.  “Get off my property.”  Without waiting for a response, Lute shoved Max off the doorstep. Max lost his balance, falling to the ground.  He threw up a hand.  A chunk of rock erupted from the ground, forming a barrier between Max and Lute. “What the-”

              Dammit!  I shouldn’t have revealed that I’m a super.  Max got to his feet.  Better get out of here ‘fore-

              “I don’t think your ex-wife would appreciate how you messed up her garden,” Stan whispered from behind him.  Max slowly turned.  Stan jabbed at Max’s chest.  Max let out a gasp of pain.  The poke felt red-hot.  “Fix it, then get outta here.”  Max waved a hand.  The chunk of rock retreated into the earth.  “Good.  Now, leave, before Lute and I decide to pull that same trick and use our powers to intimidate you.”  Stan’s hair was smoking.  Between that and how it felt like Stan’s touch had burned him, Max could tell what Angie’s new boyfriend’s power was.

              He’s a pyro.  Of course he is.  Pyros suck.  Max’s own archnemesis, Flamethrower, was a pyro.  His mind suddenly registered what Stan had said.

              “Wait, Lute is-”  Max looked over at Lute.

              “No shit he is,” Stan scoffed.  “You know Angie is.  Did you really think her twin would be a normie?”

              “I-”

              “You’re fighting outside your weight class,” Stan said, talking over Max.  “Go home.” Max clenched his hands into fists. Something flew overhead.  Max looked up.

              “Was that-”

              “Yeah.  It was Angie. You were picking a fight to see someone who wasn’t even home,” Stan said shortly.  Max’s fury was wiped away.  His head hanging low, he walked to his car and got inside.

-----

              Stan watched Max drive away.  Lute came over.

              “He’s geokinetic,” Lute commented.

              “Yep.  And there’s only one geokinetic hero in this area.  Richter.”  Stan grinned. “Wanna team up against him next time we see him in his mask?”

              “Of course.”

              “What are you boys doin’ in the front yard starin’ at the street?” Angie asked.  Stan and Lute turned.  Like usual, she had landed in the backyard, then entered the house through the back door. Now, she stood in the front door, looking at them curiously.

              “Oh, nothin’,” Lute said.  “Just people watchin’.”

              “Hmm.”  Angie crossed her arms.  “Don’t know if I believe that, but whatever.”  Lute and Stan went inside, Stan kissing the top of Angie’s head on the way.

              “Coming in?” Stan asked.

              “Nah, I’ve got to weed the bluebells,” Angie said. “I’ll come in when I’m done.” Just as Stan closed the door behind him, leaving Angie on the doorstep, there was a shout.  “What happened to my garden?!”

-----

              It took a week before Lute and Stan had the opportunity to come face-to-face with Richter, aka Angie’s ex-husband.  He showed up at the outskirts of town, trying to stop them from a basic robbery.  Stan assumed it took so long because Richter was supposedly taking some personal time off.  He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Max.

              He shoulda spent a few more days on vacation. Even behind Max’s mask, his eyes were red and swollen.  Damn, he’s really head over heels for Angie, isn’t he?  Stan actually started to feel a bit bad, before reminding himself of what Max had put Angie through.  No, he doesn’t need your sympathy.  He kept trying to force Angie to have kids and quit her job.

              “You seem a bit under the weather, Richter,” Stan taunted, easily catching the rock that had been halfheartedly thrown at him. “Maybe you shoulda stayed home.”

              “Stayed home and had yourself some tasty chicken soup,” Lute added.  He hit Max over the head with a whip of water.  “I don’t really want to catch whatever bug you’ve got.”

              “I’m not sick,” Max said in a choked up voice. “I’m just- I’m going through some stuff right now.”

              “If you really were going through stuff, you wouldn’t be here, completely failing at beating us,” Lute said.  Max growled.  The ground Lute was standing on erupted, sending him flying.  “Son of a-” Lute shouted as he faded into the distance.

              “I was a fool to think villains might go easier on me when I’m in crisis,” Max spat.  “Only someone with a shred of humanity would care about my life falling apart.”  Stan snorted.

              “Sure, we’re the ones who don’t have any humanity,” he said.  “We’re not the ones controlling our significant others.”  Max froze.  He stared at Stan in horror.

              “What do you-”

              “I’ve made a lotta bad decisions,” Stan continued, ignoring Max.  “But not once have I tried to use a baby to trap the person I’m dating.”  Max clenched his hands into fists.

              “That’s not what happened!  I wouldn’t- I wasn’t-”  Max ground his teeth.  “You know who I am and why I’m a mess.”

              “Sure do.”

              “How?”  Max’s eyes narrowed.  “Angie.”  Stan marched up to Max and grabbed him by the collar. 

              “Don’t ever blame her, you piece of shit.  She’s a good person.  Too good for you.  I asked, but she wouldn’t say anything.”

              “Then how-”

              “You snitched, genius, when you used your power in front of me.”  Max’s eyes widened.

              “Yer her new boyfriend,” he whispered, no longer hiding his southern accent.

              “And circle gets the square,” Stan said coldly, letting go of Max.  Max brushed off his costume, glaring at Stan.

              “Was this some sort of scheme to get back at me?” Max demanded.  “Did ya seduce my wife to get her to divorce me?”

              “What?  That’s fucked up!  No!  I was in the right place at the right time to comfort her after you pissed her off.  Like I said, I didn’t know your secret identity until you had the fantastic idea to use your power in front of me.”

              “Hmph.”  Max crossed his arms.  “I can’t believe Angie would date a villain.”

              “You’d be surprised by what Angie would do when she’s not under someone’s thumb.”

              “She wasn’t- she-”

              “You tried to chain her to you with a kid!” Stan snapped.  Max snarled.

              “I did no such thing!  I just thought that we should get to havin’ kids quickly.”

              “Because then she wouldn’t be able to leave you.”

              “No, ‘cause then she would be more open to takin’ in Junior!” Max shouted.  Stan frowned.

              “Junior?”  His eyes widened.  He grabbed fistfuls of the front of Max’s costume and pulled him close.  “Buddy, are you saying what I think you’re saying? Are you- are you saying you already have a kid?”  Max paled. “How the hell would you have a kid, if you and Angie have been dating since high school?  Huh?”

              “Let me go,” Max whispered.

              “No.  Tell me. Tell me you cheated on Angie,” Stan snarled.  Loose dirt flew up, blinding him.  He let go of Max to rub the grit out of his eyes.  To his surprise, when his vision was cleared, Max was still there.  “You shoulda left when you could,” Stan said. His hands burst into flames.  Max stood his ground.

              “If you say a word to Angie, I’ll tell everyone who ya really are,” he said calmly.

              “What makes you think I won’t spread your secret identity to all my coworkers?” Stan demanded.

              “If you did, Angie would never forgive ya,” Max replied.  Stan ground his teeth.

              Dammit.  He’s right.  It doesn’t matter how justified it would be.  She wouldn’t tolerate me snitching like that.

              “Fine,” Stan spat.  “I won’t tell Angie.”  Max nodded. “Leave, before I beat your ass into the dirt.”  Max smirked, then turned around and slowly walked away.  By the time Lute had finally rejoined Stan, the hero was long gone. “Took you a while.”

              “Unlike some folks, I can’t fly,” Lute said.  He brushed dirt off his costume.  “So, what happened?”

              “The guy’s even more of a douche than we thought.”

              “Really?  Why?” Lute asked.  Stan groaned.

              “I can’t tell you.  If I do, he’ll leak my secret identity.”

              “Wh- ya really showed yer hand, huh?” Lute said, putting his hands on his hips.

              “I wanted him to know who was kicking his ass and why.”

              “Still…”  Lute sighed. “So much fer the big revenge plan.”

              “Yeah…hang on.”

              “What?” Lute asked.  Stan grinned.

              “I promised I wouldn’t tell Angie.  I didn’t say anything about not telling you,” he said. Lute’s eyes widened.  “Who knows, maybe what I told you somehow reaches Angie. After all, you didn’t promise not to tell her.”  Lute grinned as well.  “Then she can kick his ass.”

              “Look, Stan, I agree that Angie should be the one to handle him, but it took this long fer her to just divorce him.  What makes ya think she’ll go after Max?”

              “He cheated on her and had a kid with some other woman,” Stan said flatly.  Lute opened and closed his mouth a few times.  After a moment, he nodded.

              “Yeah.  I think that might be enough fer her to finally kick his ass like she should.”

#tbh proof that Angie and Max weren't meant to be is the fact that they control opposing elements lmao #there's even MORE backstory for Max Hillcrest that we've discussed on the discord #and I'm more than happy to share details if people want to hear c: #Best Revenge AU #Superhero/villain AU #Stangie #Stanley Pines #Lute McGucket #Angie McGucket #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

[simons-calling-the-127-squad]

First Impressions - YangYang

Warnings: drug usage, cursing, and violence

Credit to the original owners of the images.

GN "Bad Kid" Reader x "Good Kid" YangYang

Soulmate Au: First words to each other

"Y/N, are you paying attention?" Mrs. Song questioned from her position in front of the board.

"Yes ma'am", you said, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes. She looked at you for another moment before her eyes turned back to the notes written on the board, which you had already copied all of them down. You felt a poke in your ribs, your eyes moved over to your right where your friend Andy sat. Before she could speak the bell rang. You instantly moved to put your binder in your bag and waited for Andy to do the same. The two of you quickly walked out and waited in the back of the parking lot for the rest of your friends.

"I swear that woman has it out for you", she says pulling a bag out of her backpack.

"So help me you get us caught-"

"Don't worry", she cut you off, "I'll be careful."

"You better be sharing", Darren said as he walked over motioning for Andy to hurry up. She rolled her eyes and passed him the pipe. He instantly took it and inhaled, handing it to you who did the same.

"How dare you start without us?" Ryder said as he and Bridget joined your group, stealing the pipe from your hands.

"Hey no smoking, you have to drive your cousin home and your aunt will kill you if she finds out your high", Bridget said as she took the pipe from him.

"Speaking of which, where is the little shit?" He said, his eyes moving around the parking lot.

"That reminds me, anybody wanna gimme a ride? My sister has to work so she can't pick me up", you asked the group.

"Yeah sure. I'll need someone to keep me sane after I take Bridget home", Ryder said.

"Trust me. I'm not too happy about riding with you either", a voice said from behind him.

"We'll leave in a few. First, lemme introduce you to the gang. The blue-haired girl is Andy. The one with all of the piercings is Y/N. Green haired dude is Darren and you know Bridget. Guys this is YangYang."

"Sup", Darren told him as he took the pipe from Bridget. YangYang just nodded, it was obvious he was uncomfortable. You felt a bit bad for him, but that didn't stop you from taking another hit before leaving. Bridget got in the passenger seat, leaving you and YangYang in the back. It didn't take long for the two of you to arrive at Bridget's. She kissed Ryder and told you all bye before getting out.

"I need gas and snacks, so we're making a pit stop", he said as he pulled back onto the road. He was in and out of the gas station passing you a bag of chips and YangYang a candy bar.

"So I gotta ask. Why do you guys smoke?" YangYang inquired to his cousin after a bit of silence.

"Numbs things a bit. And with it, things hurt less. Y/N is better at describing it", Ryder replied. YangYang turned to you.

"Let it hurt until it can't hurt anymore. That's what it's like without it", you said. He nodded and turned back to look out the window.

"That answer your question?" Ryder glanced in the rearview mirror to look at YangYang, who nodded. The moment the car arrived at his house YangYang thanked his cousin and jumped out of the car.

"Hopefully I don't have to give him a ride again", he said as he backed into the road.

"Eh, he didn't seem that bad."

"Let's just hope he doesn't tell my aunt I'm a stoner", he whispered. You let out a little laugh and continued to talk until you got back home.

------

It became a tradition for Ryder to take you home, and for him to drive YangYang home on Thursdays. It had been a month since the first time you had met him, and he still hadn't talked to you. But you couldn't really blame him, you were the classic "bad kid" that literally got stoned in the school parking lot, and he was the "good kid" that had the perfect record. It still amazed you that he and Ryder were even related at all. Just like the first time you rode together, Ryder had to make a pit stop at the gas station, though this time he was taking much longer. You found yourself growing more and more tired as you waited. It didn't help that you were unable to sleep last night and had smoked some with the group before leaving. You forced yourself to stay awake and pulled out your phone, hoping to distract yourself from the temptations of falling asleep.

"Awake and unafraid", YangYang whispered, so low that you almost didn't hear him. Your eyes widened and they moved to your wrist, which was covered by your sleeve. The exact same words were etched into your skin. The words that had been there since your birth and would be the first words your soulmate told you.

"Talk about a plot twist", you mumbled, causing YangYang to laugh.

"I wasn't expecting it either", he admitted

"Wait a second", you said upon realization, "I talked to you the first time we rode with Ryder. You've known for a month that we're soulmates and didn't say anything?"

"Admittedly I was a bit concerned when I figured out that we're mates. But then I realized, things aren't that simple, that I know nothing about you and have no reason to have concerns. But I wasn't sure what to say, so I waited for the right time."

"I hate the fact that is reasonable. Second off, what the heck did you mean by unafraid?" Your torso moving to face him.

"You're unafraid of what others think. And to say what's on your mind. I've noticed that after learning we shared some classes."

"We have classes together?" You asked, your face twisting in surprise.

"Several", he answered with a laugh.

"Dang I'm blind."

"To be fair most times you're stuck in your head. And most likely stoned during class", he responded.

"Okay, you're not wrong on that. But lemme guess, you don't want people to know we're soulmates?" As you asked the question the driver's door opened.

"Hold the phone. Y'all are soulmates?" Ryder asked as he entered the car. Tossing candy at you two. The two of you nodding in response.

"And to answer your question. I'd much rather people know we're soulmates."

"Why though? You're the golden boy and I'm one of the resident stoners", you inquired as you opened up the chocolate.

"Because we're soulmates? The differences will definitely cause some trouble, but we'll be able to get through them", he told you.

"I still can't believe you two are mates", Ryder said as he started the car. The conversation was then put on hold, you assumed it would most likely be continued tomorrow.

---

It was lunchtime when you finally met up with YangYang.

"Sorry I'm late", he said. He dropped his bag onto the floor and sat next to you. He kept his head down and eyes trained on the table.

"You good?" You asked.

"Uh yeah, fine."

"YangYang, you do realize that I can tell your lying, right?" You said as you leaned closer to him. He finally peeked up at you, his eyes were a bit red.

"I hate the fact that I can't lie to you", he said with a slight pout.

"What happened?" You questioned.

His shoulders sagged as he mumbled something incoherently. You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Just Blake and Liam being their usual selves." That's when you noticed the scratch on his cheek.

"Woah hold up. They did that?" You could already feel the anger rising in you. YangYang must've seen it in your eyes and began rambling about how it usually is worse, but as your fists clenched in anger he knew he messed up. Instead, he started backtracking, but it was too late, you were already storming out of the cafeteria to behind the gym. You knew the two boys hung out there during lunch, as cliche as it was. You could hear YangYang trailing close behind and begging you not to do anything.

"Y/N, what's up?" Blake greeted upon seeing you. Before you would've returned the greeting, but now you just grabbed him by the collar.

"Hey what fu-" Liam started, as he moved to you. But you glare turned to him, he immediately paused.

"Wanna tell me what you did to YangYang?" You asked, backing Blake up until he hit the wall.

"Why do you care?" Liam asked.

"One chance to tell me. I might not hit as hard if you answer", your grip tightening.

"Okay we roughhoused a bit, so what?"

"Is this the first time?"

"Yes?" Your right knee jerked up to hit I'm in the stomach. He groaned in pain and would've doubled over had it not been for your hold on him.

"What the hell Y/N?" Liam asked, his eyes widened in shock.

"Shit, fine. We've done it before", Blake panted.

"Oh so now you wanna tell the truth?" You asked rhetorically as your left fist reeled back and connected with his jaw. You dropped him from your hold as you heard Liam rush over to you. His knee made contact with your ribs, but you lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. As his back hit the concrete he let out a huff. You wasted no time on landing the punches. You rolled off of him when Blake attempted to yank you off. Your right foot landed on his chest and he stumbled back after the kick. You stood up, as he hobbled back towards you, and you grabbed onto his hair. He yelped at the pain of you pulling him up by it. You landed a final punch on his cheek and let go before shoving him to the ground where he sputtered up the smallest amount of blood.

"Bully anyone else and you probably won't make it out of the hospital next time. Understand?" You informed them as you moved to stand in front of them. Blake nodded and Liam groaned.

"And tell anyone that if they touch YangYang they're dead. Spread the word that if they mess with my soulmate, I will find them", you told them before grabbing YangYang's hand and walking back to the cafeteria.

"Where were you guys?" Darren asked when you sat back down.

"Had to take care of some assholes. And Andy blacklist Blake and Liam from your selling list." She nodded.

"So what'd they do?" Bridget asked.

"They messed with my mate", you told her as you pulled a blushing YangYang into your arms. Everyone at the table was surprised to say the least, well besides Ryder who was dying of laughter.

----

YangYang had decided to ride with Ryder again, he had asked his cousin to drop the two of you off at a local park. You waved Ryder off as he and Bridget backed out of the parking lot and walked with YangYang to a nearby bench. The two of you didn't get to talk after getting back to the cafeteria and you knew he had something to say about the whole situation.

"Alright, go ahead and say it", you told him. He gave you a confused look.

"That you don't wanna date me after the whole lunch fiasco."

"That's not at all what I was gonna say. I was gonna say that A) next time please give me a warning if you're gonna kick someone's ass. B) that was awesome. And C) let's go on an official date and actually start dating." It was your turn to be confused.

You could feel your eyebrows pull together as you asked him, "You still wanna date me?"

"Uh yeah?"

"Why?" You blurted out, prompting the boy next to you to laugh.

"Well I know you'll always protect me. And you're fun. And my soulmate."

"Well, I didn't expect that." He laughed again and stood up, pulling you with him as he walked to a nearby bakery.

"Now let's go on our first date, soulmate", he winked. You smiled, thinking about how it was definitely gonna be interesting to see everyone's reactions on Monday morning. And how the two of your story plays out, but you're looking forward to it.

-🃏

#YangYang #yangyang #liu yangyang #YangYang imagines #nct imagines #wayv x reader #wayv imagines #wayv yangyang #wayv yangyang imagines #nct au #nct aus #nct

[rolyatswonderland]

TWST: A Mermaid’s Tale Pt.1

A while ago someone asked if I was ever going to post any of the stories I’ve written for Twisted Wonderland, and I can happily say that today is the day! ^7^

This’ll be a several part story (I can’t say for sure how many parts because I’m still writting it ;;; it’s mainly inspired by a lot of “mc gets turned into [blank]” imagines (” ^7^) but I hope everyone can look forward to it and enjoy reading it! 

And a big wonderful shout out to my bestie @blackevermore for helping edit my story! ;7; my writting needs work but her writting is super awesome! ^o^ So go check her out if you want to read some really cool stories!

Pt. 1 (here!) - Pt.2

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“Hrmm these instructions,” perplexed, Deuce stood over a table, looking down at an assignment sheet and an assortment of ingredients spread around the table. “I can’t seem to wrap my head around them at all..I can’t figure out if we need half of three cups or two and three cups of sea salt.” He mulled over the two different measuring spoons in his hands, his eyebrows furrowed together in a focused confusion. 

“Hah? That doesn’t sound right at all, lemme’ look at the paper” An equally confused Ace grabbed the paper from the table. His eyes quickly scan over the words before looking back up at Deuce with slightly judging eyes. 

“Dude seriously? This is ⅔ cups, so that's like uh-,” Ace began to count from his hand as he mumbled the numbers to himself. “That’s like ten tablespoons and two teaspoons” he sighed, putting the assignment sheet back down and taking the measuring spoons from Deuce before handing him the correct ones. 

“H-Huh? How did you figure that out?” Deuce asked, dumbfounded, not at all expecting an answer like that to come from Ace.

“After cooking all those tarts with Trey, I don’t think I’d ever be able to forget those lame utensils, especially since we had to keep trying over and over and over again when we got the measurements wrong.” Ace let out an annoyed sigh at recalling such a memory, leaning back slightly as he scratched the back of his neck. 

“I’d honestly expect you to remember all that, mr. honor student~.” Ace’s annoyed expression was soon placed with a teasing one, not missing a beat to poke some fun at his fellow classmate. 

“Hey don’t make fun of Deuce like that Ace, he’s trying his best, besides remembering measurements is hard.” Rolyat, who was currently stirring the mixture in the cauldron, looked over at her friends with an understanding smile, knowing Deuce’s struggle to remember things, a common trait she and him shared.

“Y-Yeah! See Rolyat understands!” Deuce huffed, carrying over a bottle of sea salt along with the measuring spoons with him to the cauldron, doing his best to keep a steady hand as he poured it out into the correct measurements. 

“Sure, sure, whatever you say, anyways what's next on the list.” Ace rolled his eyes as he laughed, turning his attention back down at the table to look over the paper. A curious Grim who had been trotting around patiently on the table grew curious, jumping off the table and onto Rolyat’s shoulders, startling her a moment but she simply sighed and smiled as she rubbed his head.

“Hey so, is whatever this stuff is really gonna turn those rabbits into a fish?” Grim asked curiously, looking down into the cauldron at the swirling cerulean liquid. 

“I think so, at least as long as we get the ingredients right.” Rolyat did feel slightly bad for the rabbits that were currently hopping around in the cage without a care in the world. Though the one saving grace to this project was that Professor Divus would teach them the reversal potion after they completed the first assignment, so they wouldn’t be stuck as fish for long. 

“Alright so next it says we need fish scales...uh-,” Ace looked at the paper then looked around, trying to find whichever container held the ingredient we needed. 

“Ah- I think they’re in here!” Deuce, who was returning the bottle of sea salt, found two small cans with fish-like symbols on them. Bringing them over to Ace, the duo opened them up, revealing two sets of scales inside. Inside one can were celadon silver scales, and in the other can were white pearlescent scales. While they both seemed to shine with the ceiling lights, it looked more like the white scales were glittering. 

“Uh..which one of these are the fish scales?” Ace asked, looking over to Deuce who then grabbed the lids of the can’s, turning them over in hopes of finding answers, but only gained a confused look on his face.

Deuce showed Ace the lids, the red head’s expression growing bewildered as he set the cans down and took the lids from Ace, “Well, they both just say ‘scales’.” 

“What the- Who the hell even labeled these!?” Ace tossed the lids back onto the table, letting out a loud annoyed groan as he leaned back and facepalmed, meanwhile Deuce just stood by with a hand to his chin in thought. 

“Hmm, maybe we could figure it out by the smell-?” His suggestion didn’t seem to bode to well with Ace who just looked at him like he had said something really stupid. 

“Dude their fish scales, they’re both just going to smell like fish!” 

“Hey well at least I’m trying to think of a solution!” 

“Oh geez.” Rolyat watched on with worry as the two boy’s started to get into an argument, even though the lack of proper labels on the ingredients was neither of their faults. ‘I’ll just keep stirring’ she awkwardly smiled as she continued moving the large spoon in circular motions, trying her best to drown out her friends' loud shouts. 

“Nyahaha! Looks like it’s the Great Grim’s time to shine!” Grim laughed as he hopped off the girls shoulders and back onto the table trotting over to the two cans and sniffing both. Causing both Ace and Deuce to stop their arguing and look at the flaming cat creature with confusion. 

“Aha! It’s this one!” Grim proudly held up the can containing the white pearlescent scales, his tail swishing back in forth in triumph. 

“H-Huh? Really? How do you know it’s those ones?” Deuce asked, Grim only seemed to snicker as if it were a silly question.

“The Great Grim’s sense’s are mightiest in his nose! Scales as nice smelling as these had to have come from an amazingly tasty fish hehe” Grim laughed, his imagination running wild at whatever ‘amazing’ fish he was thinking up, but Ace only seemed to face palm again.

“Grim are you kidding m- ugh we’re not gonna’ eat this!” 

“Hmph well whatever! I want to throw these ingredients in!” Grim grinned, turning away from the boys as he started walking on the table to the cauldron, can in his paws, but Ace swiftly blocked his path with his arm. 

“No way! We don’t even know if these are the right scales and you don’t even know how much we need to put in!” Ace shouted, but Grim seemed to duck under his arm entirely. 

“Of course I know, stupid! Don’t you dare doubt my gourmet hunter skills!” Grim growled back, but Ace grabbed onto the can only for Grim to pull back, the duo now in a tug of war.

“Give me the can, Grim!” Yelled Ace.

“Fgyaa! No way! Let go!” Grim retorted trying to pull the can back his way.

“Hey you two stop!” Deuce attempted to get in between them but neither Ace or Grim cared, the both of them tugging back and forth at the can until Ace’s hand slipped, and with the force of Grim pulling back caused him to go flying backwards.

“W-Whoa!” “Gyaa!”

Grims paw’s let go of the can, the trio now left to watch the can of scales go flying into the air. As if in slow motion, they each tried to reach out in order to catch the falling can, but none of them were fast enough until-

Plop

“Eh?” 

“E-Ehhh”

“The can it-”

“Fell into the cauldron-”

The whole can, fish scales and all, had fallen into the large pot, the trio watched warily as Rolyat looked confused, leaning over to look down into the cauldron curiously to watch the mixture. It seemed still for a moment until suddenly it began to bubble up at a rapid speed as the cauldron seemed to shake a bit, but before she could pull away quickly enough the liquid seemed to shoot upwards like a mini geyser.

“Ahh-!” Rolyat shrieked, feeling the liquid splash onto her as she fell back in surprise. And like most of the strange potions, as soon as it came into contact with both her and the ground, it started to evaporate away in a brief cloud of smoke. The four now coughing up a storm as the boys attempt to fan the smoke away. 

“Cough cough- H-Hey Roly you okay!?” Ace shouted, partially covering his mouth as he fanned away at the smoke that began to dissipate with their movement. 

“Cough! Y-Yeah I think so..” Rolyat coughed, rubbing her eyes of the liquid, she would need to get this washed off asap before anything could happen. But as soon as she tried to stand up she felt her lower half go limp, as if she could move her legs. 

“Rolyat are you..hurt..?” Ace asked as he kneeled to her side, once the smoke finally disappeared into the air the trio moved around the large cauldron to find their friend.  When they were able to finally see what had become of her they were in utter shock.  Laying on the ground was Rolyat, but instead of seeing her legs, all they saw was a glittering pearlescent pink tail. A mermaid tail. 

“Huh...H-Huh!?” Rolyat turned over in shock, doing her best to move what should have been her legs, onto to watch her tail flap up and down. 

“Y-You have a fish tail!” Deuce shouted in surprise, the boy seeming just as baffled as everyone else in the room. 

“Griiim!” Yelled Ace.

“Grim!” Dence followed suit with the same fury Ace had.

“Fgyaa-! I-It’s not my fault!” Grim tried to scramble away, only to be picked up by his scruff by Ace.

“Oh yes it is! I told you to give the can to me you fiery furball! Now look at what's happened!” Ace grew more annoyed as his eyes narrowed and locked in on Grim. The cat creature swung his arms and legs back and forth in an attempt to hit Ace. But Grim’s swings soon slowed to a stop as he looked over at his dorm leader, the girl now looking concerned as she examined her tail in worry.  He sighed, glancing at Ace who just grumbled and put him down. Grim, like a little kid who knew he had done wrong, slowly made his way towards the girl, just barely making eye contact as he kept glancing at and away from her. 

“S-Sorry Roly, the great Grim really messed up.” he muttered quietly, Rolyat looked over at him but smiled, moving her hand to gently pat at his head and ears. 

“It’s alright Grim, we just have to be more careful next time alright?” Grim seemed surprised when he looked up at her, but eventually he smiled and grinned.

“Yeah that’s all good n’ all but what should we do? You’re not gonna turn into a full fish are you?” Ace asked, crouching down and carefully poking at her tail. 

“I-I hope not, that’s the last thing I want.” She sighed.

“Hm, well maybe we should go to Professor Divus, he said that once we finish the assignment there should be a reversal potion right? So let’s go to him.” Deuce didn’t want to admit it, but going there would be the only way to figure out this mess. Deuce made his way over to Rolyat, kneeling down and giving her a look as if to ask something, it took her a moment to figure out what it was but when she did she simply nodded and he did so back. Being careful as he put his arm under her back and tail, picking her up bridal style.

“Ah, hold on, here-” Ace took off his blazer, placing it over the girl's new tail in attempts to cover it up, though the bottom half could still be seen dangling out. “It’s not much but at least everyone won’t be starin’ if they can’t see it right?” Ace grinned, and Rolyat couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Thanks Ace, let’s get going, the sooner we find a solution the better” The boys nodded, with Grim jumping onto Ace’s shoulders and Deuce following them out of the alchemy room. Though for some reason she couldn’t help but feel a tad bit light headed.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst mc #twst sona #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim #I hope I was able to get everyone in character ;v; sometimes it hard to write for them honestly ;; #especially since there will be more characters appearing later on in the story ;; #I'll update this when part 2 gets fixed n' such ;;7;; #sort of embarrassing to post a story like this for the first time but I hope everyone likes it ;;v;;

[thegreatestofheck]

Little Village pt.2＊Outer Banks＊

Find part one here! 

word count - 2407 warnings- a little bit of underage drinking but nothing other than that synopsis - June is overwhelmed with support from her little family. She struggles with the fear of taking after her own parents. As word starts to spread that she is pregnant, June has to decide which battles she’s going to fight and which she’ll let slide.  tagging - @apoguecalledjj @ijustreallylovethem @jxpiter-sxturn  a/n - so I just realized that “She Used to be Mine” from Waitress is pretty on par with the story I had planned out for June, so do with that what you will. I hope you enjoy this as much as the last one! The love I received made me feel so amazing, you have no idea. Thank you all so much! You know the drill; stay safe, stay healthy, stay groovy! 

***

June could have very well told them that the sky was blue from the boys’ lack of reaction. 

“Say something,” Kie said, hands on June’s shoulder. 

“We knew,” John B said finally. 

“You knew?” 

“Well, actually, I figured it out,” JJ said, leaning back in his chair and tucking his hands behind his head. 

“When?” June asked, voice breaking.

“That day I came home early.”

“How?” 

“I know you better than you think, Jue. You were sick, you weren’t drinking, you barely even yelled at me for smoking in the house-”

“You were smoking in the house?”

“Shut up, John B. So, yeah, I figured it out. I had to tell John B because, well, you’re his big sis. Pope was being a snoop and he overheard.”

Mouth hung open, June dropped her head into her hands. 

“And you didn’t tell me?” Kie asked. “What happened to no secrets between Pogues?”

“We thought you knew!” Pope protested. “Being a girl and all, we thought she told you.” 

June wanted to vomit all over the floor. They knew this entire time. She had been trying to hide it for weeks and they knew. But they didn’t hate her. They didn’t treat her any differently. They still cared for her. 

An unwanted wave of emotion passed through June and a sob came from her mouth, followed by a few tears. Kie dropped to her knees, arms still around June’s shoulders. 

John B slid out of his chair and joined her on the floor. 

“Hey, Junebird?” She looked up at him, shocked to hear her old nickname coming from his mouth. There were tears in his eyes as he folded her hands in his. “You’re not alone in this. I’m right beside you.” 

“Yeah,” JJ said. “You’ve been there for us when we needed it. We’ve got your back.” 

“Anything my family can do for you,” Pope added, scooting closer. “Just name it and it’s yours.” 

“We’re your family, June,” whispered Kie. “We’re not going anywhere.” 

When the emotions hit again, June reached out and pulled John B into a tight hug, trying to keep herself from crying in front of her little brother. A feeling of strength passed through her when John B hugged her back. Kie dropped her head against June’s shoulder. Soon, she felt JJ and Pope add themselves to the hug, June crying at the center. 

She wasn’t sure why she had ever doubted them. Kie was right. They had always been her family. While it was true that her dad had been murdered only a year ago, she had lost him long before that. Without a mother and without a father, June wondered to herself how well she could raise a child. Was she even the right person to do so? What kind of life could she give a baby, working double shifts at a diner?

She wouldn’t let herself think about it now, though. For now, she wanted to be content that no matter what happened, she had a family surrounding her to help her raise a child. That was all she needed. 

***

JJ tossed the book onto the dining room table, making June pick up her head. She blinked sleep out of her eyes as she looked up at him and then back down at the book. 

“What’s this?” She asked, picking up the book. 

“Baby names,” he said, flopping into the chair across from her, kicking his feet up onto the table. 

“Feet off the table, J,” she said, flipping through the book. JJ rolled his eyes, not moving his feet. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass.”

JJ grinned and dropping his feet back down to the ground, leaning forward to snatch the book out of June’s hands. She sighed, glaring at him. 

“Since we know it’s going to be a boy, I’m just going to ignore all the girl names,” he said, flipping to the back of the book. 

“We don’t know it’s going to be a boy,” June said, dropping her tired head into her hands. JJ put his fingers to his temple and squeezed his eyes shut. “What are you doing?”

“Manifesting.”

“Stop manifesting my baby.” 

“Our baby, Jue.” June shook her head. “Little baby Pogue will be one of us from birth.” 

“Great,” June said, leaning back with a hand on her stomach. 

“So, I was thinking you need a good, strong name. Oh, I know a perfect on.” JJ stuck his finger in the air as if it was a light bulb. “JJ. It’s perfect.”

“If you think I’m naming my baby after you, J, think again,” June said, closing her eyes. “Besides, I don’t think want to think about names until baby is born.” 

“Oh, well, the others already have their own lists so you’re gonna have to take it up with them.” 

June groaned as a sharp pain shot through her back. 

“Lemme guess,” she said, shifting in her seat and grimacing. “Your list just consists of your name in as many different versions as you can muster.”

“No,” JJ said, dropping the book back onto the table. “I only have one name on my list.”

“And what’s that?”

“Elliot.”

“Elliot?”

“Yeah. My mom’s name was Eleanor, so, since it’s a boy, I thought Elliot was a pretty good alternative.”

“We don’t know it’s a boy, J,” June said. But she liked the idea. June promised herself that she wouldn’t think about names until the birth. She didn’t even want to know gender until then. It wasn’t important now. 

But as she lay in bed, June couldn’t help but run the name over and over in her head. Elliot. 

“Little Eli?” She whispered to herself in the dark, resting a hand on her stomach. With a shake of her head, June rolled over and squeezed her eyes together. 

***

June somehow thought she had more time before she began to show through her clothes. In her mind, she could pretend that she was just bloating, and maybe that was a lie she could use, but she realized quickly that wasn’t the case. 

She was at the general store, picking up food for that night’s dinner. Nothing sounded good, nothing normal at least. She wanted to make peanut butter sandwiches with cucumbers and ranch, but she had a houseful of people who would probably balk at the idea. 

With a basket full of food that she had no desire to eat, June went to the candy isle. Never before had she craved anything sour, but all she could think about now was sour skittles. She threw a few packets into her basket before starting for the front of the store. 

Before she made it very far, someone stepped in the way. 

“Get out of my way, Topper.” 

Ever since Rafe had gone to rehab or wherever to get himself better, Topper had taken over as douche numero uno. He especially had it out for John B and, of course, June. He was a pest more than anything, a rock in her sandal. She just couldn’t shake him out. 

“I’ve heard a rumor about you, June,” Topper said, leaning against one of the shelves as he munched on an apple. June sucked in a deep breath and tried to smile. 

“And what would that be?”

“That you’ve got a little bun in the oven.” Sickness passed through her as Topper’s gaze dropped down to her stomach. June rolled her eyes to cover the fact that she wanted to vomit on his Prada shoes. 

“Maybe you should stop listening to rumors,” she said, attempting to shove her way past him. 

“Then I guess you’re just getting fat,” Topper said with a shrug. June sneered at him and shoved him out of her way. “Tell your brother he better watch his back. I’ve seen that girlfriend of his sneaking around a lot recently.” 

June knew full well why Sarah had been sneaking around. She had let John B tell his girlfriend and ever since then, Sarah had been at the Chateau almost every morning to hold June’s hair back while she emptied her guts into the toilet. Sarah came with a helpful tips, soft hands, and quiet humming. Of course, June would never tell Topper that in a million years. 

“Will do,” June said, pushing past him. 

She was in a bad mood all the way back to the Chateau, grumbling to herself about stupid children and idiot boys. Pope and Kie sat outside when June got there. 

“Hey,” June said as she neared. 

“Howdy ho,” Pope replied, flipping through the baby name book. 

“I’m going to take a nap, I think,” June said, her feet starting to drag. “I have a shift tonight so I got some pasta. Tell JJ not to burn it this time.”

“JJ burned pasta?” Kie asked, a small smile on her face. June titled her head to the side and clicked her tongue. 

“Have you told your boss yet?” Pope asked. June shook her head, setting the bag of groceries down on the porch. 

“I don’t think I’m going to, not until the last minute,” June said. “I just don’t want to put any more pressure on her.”

“I have no idea how you’re going to hide it,” Pope said, shaking his head and looking back at the book. June watched him scribble something on a piece of paper. 

“High waisted jeans and flow-y shirts,” June told him with a smile. 

“Go, rest,” Kie said, picking up the groceries. “I’ll make sure dinner gets made.”

“Thanks, babe,” June said, giving a short kiss to Kie’s head. 

“You’re going to be a good mother, Jue,” Kie told her, taking June’s hand. June smiled, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she turned toward the house and stepped inside. 

Falling into her bed, June heaved out a deep sigh. Before she fell asleep, she set a quiet alarm that would give her enough time to freshen up before heading off to the diner for work. 

But she couldn’t fall asleep. It didn’t matter how hard she tried or how tightly she squeezed her eyes, sleep wouldn’t come to her. 

Kie’s words rumbled around in her head. A good mother...a good mother. 

What did June know about being a good mother? The last thing she remembered of her own mother was watching her run out the front door, John B crying on the floor. June remembered the heartbreak she felt, not at watching her mother leave but listening to her little brother cry. 

June didn’t have the first clue what it took to be a parent. Even with her little village, June wasn’t sure why she was kidding herself thinking that there was any hope for her child. Who would be raising the baby? A bunch of teenagers who wanted to spend their days smoking and drinking and herself, who was barely older and with fewer aspirations. 

When her alarm started to ring, June felt herself stiffen. She wanted to sleep, but it wasn’t coming to her. And now there was no time. She pulled on the pants with the highest waist, covering the small bump, before pulling on a loose fitted shirt. 

She worked and smiled through the discomfort. Her feet hurt more than usual, but she wasn’t sure why. Her back ached even from something so simple as bending down to pick plates up off of tables. It felt like even breathing made her exhausted. She spent her entire shift hiding her desire to vomit behind a smile. 

The moon was out by the time June returned home, grumpier than she had been earlier in the day. 

JJ and John B were sitting at the table, both Kie and Pope were gone. June was glad to see them chatting, empty bowls in on the table in front of them. When she walked in, they both turned to look at her with smiles. 

“There’s some pasta left,” John B said, pointing at the stove. 

“I’ll get it for you,” JJ said as he pushed himself out of the chair. 

“Sit down, J. I’m pregnant, not paralyzed.” 

Still, JJ went over to the stove, grabbing a clean bowl off the counter. John B patted the chair next to him and June lowered herself into it. 

“I see someone finally cleaned the dishes,” she said, hiding a grimace with a smile. 

“It was Pope and Kie,” John B said. “They had it done before we got home.”

“What were you two doing today anyway?” June asked, leaning back in her chair. 

“Oh, just stuff,” John B said, playing his shoe laces. 

“Just stuff?” 

“Yeah. Just...stuff.” 

June narrowed her eyes at her brother, but conceded eventually. She breathed out, dropping a hand to her stomach. 

“So, JJ said that you have a list of names for the baby,” she said. “What’s your first pick?”

“Little Pogue is yours, Jue. Maybe I have a few ideas, but-”

“Are you really calling my baby ‘Little Pogue’?” June asked. JJ walked over and put down a bowl of pasta in front of June. “Thanks, J.”

“We’ve all been calling him Little Pogue,” John B said. 

“And do you all think it’s going to be a boy?” June asked with a smile. 

“Pope and Kie think it’s a girl,” JJ said, popping off the cap of a beer. 

June rolled her eyes, eating the pasta slowly. It didn’t really make her feel any better and it was the last thing she really wanted to be eating, but she ate it anyway. There was no need to worry JJ or her brother by not eating. 

“You should sleep, Junebird,” John B said, standing up and putting his hands on June’s shoulders from behind. 

“Yeah,” she said with a yawn, chewing slowly on her pasta. She stood slowly, picking up her bowl. 

“I’ll take that,” John B said. 

“Again,” June said with a laugh. “Just pregnant, not paralyzed.” 

JJ and John B started chattering to each other again, arguing about something that June didn’t really care to listen to. 

“Goodnight, boys,” June sighed, starting toward the back room. 

“Night, Jue!” JJ called. 

“Sleep well,” John B echoed.

June smiled to herself as she shut her door. The day had been long, she was exhausted, but there was still a small glow in her heart. This time, when June crawled into her bed, she had no issues going to sleep. 

#john b routledge #john b #john b obx #john b's sister #outer bank #obx #outer banks fic #kiara outer banks #pope outer banks #kie carrera #kiara carrera #pope heyward #little village #jj maybank #jj obx

[angelic-holland]

Stay At My Place // th x fem!reader

Miss Yer Kiss Part Two

Feel free to read Miss Yer Kiss! Feel free to leave comments or asks with feedback! 

Warnings: smut, feelings, actual plot this time, nsfw, 18+ please

Word Count: 12k

Tom checked Instagram the next day, including your page. He was laying in his bed when he clicked your story. He gasped when he saw what was a spitting image of himself in pencil. He took a screenshot of it and almost posted it to his story but decided not to.

He remembered what you told him.

“Let’s agree on one thing. This is a one night stand, that’s it.”

He didn’t want it to be a one night stand. He’s had his share of one night stands, sure. But there was something different about you. Maybe it was your confidence, maybe it was the way you didn’t even care enough to leave your phone number. Maybe it was your tattoos and how he wanted to hear the story behind each and every one of them.

He decided to wait, see if you would DM him since you set out the “only a one night stand” pact.  

He heard his doorbell ring and he got out of bed, he checked his phone, who was at his place at 10:30 at night?

He jogged down the stairs, opening the door.

“Hey mate,” Harry says, pushing his way inside.

“What’s up? Were you planning on coming over?”

“Nah last minute decision,” Harry says, walking up the stairs, Tom following.

“Okay, what’s up?”

“Is she still here?”

“Who?”

“The girl you left the club with last night.”

“No she’s gone,” Tom frowns.

Harry flops down on the sofa, “oh good.”

“Why?”

“You’ve never been caught mid hook up before, by the paps I mean, mom almost had a fucking heart attack when she saw the pictures of you leaving the restroom of the club.”

“Wait why?”

“Cause she doesn’t know about your other hookups, she also wasn’t expecting pictures of her son with lipstick marks and sex hair leaving a fucking club bathroom.”

“We didn’t fuck in there.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“Not like, not full sex, fuck off it doesn’t matter.”

“Sure, like the stories of people hearing her scream your name aren’t important.”

“Harry! Can it, not like it matters now.”

“Yeah? Do you even remember her name?”

“Course I do, it’s Y/N.”

He smiles, remembering how you made him work for it.

“Stop thinking about it you perv,” Harry says, tossing a pillow at Tom as he sits down.

“Shut up, she only wanted a one night stand so I’m gonna respect that.”

“Sure.”

“What?”

“You always catch up with them after the ‘one night stand’ and see if they want to go on a date, hook up again. It’s your thing.”

“My thing?” Tom scoffs, crossing his arms.

“Yeah.”

“Well whatever if she wants to talk to me she can DM me on Instagram or something.”

“No she can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you get legit thousands of DMs a day, probably more, you wouldn’t be able to see it.”

“I could search for it? Would that work?”

“Maybe.”

***

You’re lying in bed, suitcase packed for the flight you’ve got early tomorrow. You sigh, pulling out your phone. You know what you said. You know you should just forget about the possibility of seeing Tom again. Of interacting with him again. But you couldn’t get that night out of your head.

“It’s beautiful out,” you say, exhaling the smoke from your lungs.

“Not as-,”

“I swear if you finish that sentence I’ll leave right now,” you groan.

“Okay! I won’t, just, you look so pretty, the moon really lights up your tattoos, they look good.”

Any of your hook ups, you weren’t used to them complimenting you if that compliment wasn’t about loving your tits or something stupid. They never called you beautiful, like Tom was about to. Or pretty. You opened your Instagram, you decided the other day to post the picture you drew of Tom, even going so far as to tag him. Your eyes almost fell out of your head when you saw he liked the post.

Maybe, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to send him a message, he’d have a hard time finding it anyways with the probably hundreds of thousands of messages he gets.

You quickly send him a DM.

yourinstagramhandle: thanks for the like, you like the drawing?

You roll your eyes and send a text to Bryce, asking if he wants to go to your graduation.

You go back to Instagram and see you’ve got a DM from none other than Tom.

What the fuck.

***

“wait! She DMed me, holy shit,” Tom says, opening it.

He smiles and responds.

tomholland2013: thought it was okay

tomholland2013: I’m kidding I thought it was great

Yourinstagramhandle: well thanks

Tomholland2013: didn’t think I’d hear from you again

Yourinstagramhandle: almost didn’t DM you but decided I need validation

Tomholland2013: the sex or the drawing?

Yourinstagramhandle: you caught me… both

tomholland2013: well the sex was so good I want to see you again so there’s that. And the portrait is so good I want you to tattoo it on me

Yourinstagramhandle: well damn I’ll take it. Not a tattoo artist yet though, and getting a portrait of yourself tattooed, little self centered don’t you think?

Tomholland2013: just a tad bit.

Tomholland2013: are you still in town?

Yourinstagramhandle: leaving bright and early tomorrow for NYC

Tomholland2013: come over

Yourinstagramhandle: I can’t, I’ll be too busy giving you the time of your life I’ll miss my flight

Tomholland2013: that’s not necessarily a bad thing

Yourinstagramhandle: it is when I’ve got school, finals in two weeks and then I need to beg for a tattoo apprenticeship

Tomholland2013: they’ll be begging you to be their apprentice

Yourinstagramhandle: totally not how it works

Tomholland2013: I fly by New York end of May, can I see you then?

Yourinstagramhandle: sure you won’t have forgotten about me by then?

Tomholland2013: no, already miss your sex, don’t know how I’m gonna go two months without it

Yourinstagramhandle: we could always be horny teenagers and sext. Wanna see my tits?

Tomholland2013: right now?

Yourinstagramhandle: no in two months, yes right now

Tomholland2013: fuck yeah

Tomholland2013: wait send me ur phone number I don’t wanna accidentally save them and have them end up on my Instagram story or something

Yourinstagramhandle: not very good with technology?

Tomholland2013: nope

***

You giggle, pulling off your shirt, you weren’t wearing a bra, so you just waited for him to text you.

Unknown number: Y/N?

You: the one and only

Tom: great now show me your tits

You: I better get a picture of your hard cock immediately following

Tom: my brothers here!

You: kick him out or go to your room, my tits look pretty great right now

Tom: please send them, told him to get lost

You: where are you right now?

Tom: couch

You: take your cock out, play with it a little bit

You position yourself in front of the mirror, pinching your nipples a little so they harden before taking a picture and sending it to him.

Tom: holy fuck, missed ur tits so much

You: I’m waiting

You quickly strip your sweatpants and now soaked panties, laying back on the bed.

You groan at the picture he sends, his hard cock in his hand, thighs spread on his couch.

Tom: can I call u

You: Patience baby, one step at a time. Let’s just sext for now

You can practically hear his whine but you wouldn’t answer his call even if he did. You loved teasing him.

Tom: fuck, send me a picture of your pussy

You: why should I?

Tom: please, know you’re probably dripping for me, come on, lemme see it

You smirk, your fingers moving to lazily move through your folds, gently slipping into your hole, you take a few pics, choosing the best one to send to Tom.

Tom: holy fuck, you sure I can’t come over? Wanna eat your pussy so good

Although you’d love that, you knew it wasn’t possible. You sighed, responding to him as your thumb gently rubbed your clit.

You: positive, now be a good boy and jerk your cock for me until you make a mess

You smile, putting your phone down and fucking yourself down on your fingers.

****

“Shit,” Tom groaned, reading your text before his hand sped up. He closed his eyes, pretending it was your hand, pretending you were there with him.

He came embarrassingly quickly with a whimper of your name.

You: and I expect a picture of the mess

He groans, sending a picture of his stomach painted with his come and his softening cock, sending it to you.

You: beautiful

You send him a video a few minutes later.

He cleans his stomach off with a T-shirt before clicking play, feeling his cock twitch as it starts with you whimpering his name.

“Tommy,” you say, the camera angle showing your fingers fucking in and out of your pussy, making the most delicious sound. Your fingers speed up, thumb rubbing your clit as the only noise he hears is his name and the sound of your fingers fucking in and out of you.

You come with a grunt of his name, and he thinks the video is going to cut off but you trail your fingers from your clit up your body, stopping to make gentle circles around your nipples before sucking them into your mouth. He groans as the video stops, right as you moan around your fingers.

Tom: you’ll send me that and not let me come over?

You: gotta keep ya on your toes

Tom: trust me I most certainly am

He sighs, grimacing as he picks up his sticky shirt, tucking his cock back into his shorts.

Tom: we need to do this again

You: I fully intend on it

***

You make it to your flight, Lily talking nonstop the entire trip back to New York about Tom, about if you’re going to meet up with him. How good he was in bed.

“Listen, Lily, I love you, but give it a rest. I’m sure the rest of the people on the plane don’t want to hear about it. I’ll tell you more when we get back to our place. Sound good? Also, you’re gay, you shouldn’t care about this.”

You roll your eyes as she grumbles, turning on a movie as you try to sleep.

When you arrive at your apartment, all you want to do is collapse on your bed and sleep for days. You only have one before you have to be back at work and school, however.

This next week was hectic, you had to finish your final for your portrait class, then you had to finish your oil painting final. The only final you would have to sit for was Art History IV.

You saw a text from Tom that you decided to open.

Tom: hope your flight was nice, good luck with finals

Jesus, you needed a smoke. You begrudgingly got up, grabbing your pack and lighter from your bedside table you pushed open the balcony door, taking your phone with you.

You: thanks, can’t believe I graduate so soon, been a whirlwind

Tom: what’s ur address

You: what

You light your cigarette, waiting for his reply.

Tom: wanna send you a graduation gift

You: like what

Tom: just something

Tom: on a completely different note what size bra and panties do you wear

You: I like the way you think.

You send him all the information he asked for, finishing your cigarette and lighting up another one. It was a bad habit of yours, you were well aware, but you started smoking with your ex when you first started college and you were, like most people who smoke, addicted. You planned to stop eventually, they drained money from your account and you’d need to start saving more for a chair at a tattoo shop anyways.

Tom: What are you up to now?

You: having a smoke then going to take a nap

Tom: oh

You: what?

Tom: just was gonna say we can call or video chat if you wanted to

You: although the idea of getting off together over the phone sounds amazing baby, I needa take a nap

Tom: after?

You: I’d want nothing more

You finish your other cigarette before going back inside, flopping down on your bed and closing your eyes.

You wake up to Lily shaking you awake, “Y/N, it’s been like so long you should get up.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s Sunday, like 2pm.”

“Oh shit,” you say, getting up.

You check your phone, a few missed calls from Tom, one text from Bryce asking if you wanted to work tonight around 6. The shop was closed but there was going to be a small cleaning day according to him.

You quickly text Bryce back, telling him you’ll be there. You send a message to Tom as well, unsure of what time it was over there.

You: sorry I totally suck but I’ll make it up to you. I’m going into work into work at 6pm my time, call me before then.

You lock your door, quickly shutting the door and curtains that lead to your balcony.

You jump back into bed and see your phone buzz, Tom. You quickly pick up.

“Thought you were gonna ghost me,” he laughs.

“Nah, like your dick too much.”

“Y/N, don’t say things like that.”

“Why?”

“Cause.”

“Oh, are you hard right now?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you free?”

“Course.”

“Good, are you naked?”

You hear him suck in a deep breath, “not yet.”

“Okay so get naked.”

“Are you?”

“I’m about to be baby, like I said, gotta work on your patience.”

It’s silent other than the sound of both of you taking your clothes off. You put the phone on speaker and lay it down next to you.

“You naked?” He asks, panting.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes?”

“Did I say you could?” You grin, hearing him swear.

“What’s this game we’re playing Y/N?”

“Just listen to my instructions baby, gonna make you feel so good.”

“Fine,” you hear him grumble.

“You don’t haveta, you can hang up and get yourself off if you wanna.”

“No, no, okay I’m not touching myself, what do you want?”

“Want you to tease yourself, lick your palm, rub it down your chest, don’t touch your cock yet.”

He swears but does what you say, waiting patiently for your next instruction.

“Good, go ahead, wrap your hand around your cock, but don’t move, just feel the weight of yourself in your palm, feel good? Wish it was me, my hand wrapped around you?” You ask, letting your fingers pinch your nipples.

“Fuck, wish it was something else.”

“Yeah? What do you wish it was?” You ask, biting your lip, knowing exactly what he’s going to say.

“You’re, fuck, can I move my hand? Please?” You hear him whine.

“What do you wish it was Tom?”

“Your lips, wish your lips were wrapped around me right now.”

“Wish I was there right now, wish I could suck you off, maybe if you were being good I’d let you fuck my mouth, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck, yes, wanna fuck your mouth so bad.”

You loved how worked up he got just from being told what to do. You hand slipped down to your pussy, slipping a finger into your wet heat as you gave him his next instruction.

“Go ahead baby, jerk your cock for me.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts and you can hear him start to move, his bed moving beneath him.

“Feel good? Wish it was my pussy wrapped around your cock?” You ask, slipping another finger into yourself, moaning.

“Are you, you touching yourself too?”

“Course, not nearly as good as you touching me,” you groan, thumb rubbing your clit.

“Wish, fuck, wish I could see you right now.”

“Tom, feels so good, wish these were your fingers fucking into me, wish you were getting me off,” you whine, fingers speeding up.

“Yeah? Wish I could eat that pretty pussy of yours, make you come undone over and over again on my tongue,” he groans your name several times.

“Gonna come? You wanna come for me baby?”

“Yes, fuck, don’t stop please, wanna come, can I come?” he grunts and you grin. You were surprised he was asking permission and you let out a throaty groan as his moans get higher and higher pitched.

“Yes, come on baby, come all over yourself for me, take a picture when you’re done, wanna see how much of a mess you made for me.”

“Fuck, y/n, I’m coming, fuck,” he whimpers your name a few times and that’s all it takes for you to come undone.

“Shit,” you laugh, fingers slipping out from you.

“Yeah?”

“That was fun,” you giggle, before wiping your fingers off on your sheets.

“Agreed.”

You hear your phone buzz and you check it.

Another picture, this time Tom’s face was included. He was biting his lip, hand not holding the phone was in his hair, your eyes wandered down to his chest, red and sweaty, his stomach covered in his come, cock softening against his hip.

“Look so pretty baby,” you say, taking off your phone speaker.

“Thank you,” he laughs.

“Okay I gotta go get ready for work, talk to you later?”

“Great plan.”

“Bye.”

“You know your phone was on speaker right?” You hear Lily shout and you laugh so hard you’re almost in tears.

“Sorry!”

“Well at least I know what he’s like in bed now.”

***

You arrive at Tattoo Dice and the doors are locked, lights off. Maybe you were the first to get there, your apartment being so close, so you unlocked the door with your copy of the store key.

“SURPRISE!” A chorus of people shout and you’re bombarded by every tattooer, piercer, and front desk assistant holding balloons and streamers and those little things that pop, you couldn’t remember the name.

“Holy shit what’s this for?” You ask, confused.

“Your graduation,” Bryce says, stepping out from the crowd, “we couldn’t find a time when everyone was free after your graduation so now is close enough.”

“Yeah? Wow thank you,” you laugh as he guides you to the sofa in the waiting area, where a cake was waiting.

“What?” You ask, reading it.

“What’s it say?”

“Happy graduation and apprenticeship.”

You look between Bryce and the cake, “you fucking didn’t.”

“I did. I’ve never seen such talent and skill, you’ve been here for 4 years, you’re going to have to start looking for an apprenticeship when you graduate, I don’t want my competition swooping in and stealing you.”

You felt tears in your eyes, this never happened.

“Of course, you’ll have to put in the work and the effort, and pay for your chair but I have no doubt in my mind you can do that.”

“Thank you Bryce. Really,” you say, hugging him.

“Alright, no more crying, it’s cake time.”

***

You were anxiously awaiting the grade for your portrait. It took like every waking moment, the theme was “two sides of every story”. You knew exactly what to do.

You had called Tom after your party, shocked he was still awake.

“So, my portrait final, I was wondering if one of your buddies could take a photo of you sitting on a stool, like positioned in a corner, so your shadow is still in the shot.”

“Want me naked?”

You roll your eyes, “no, it’s, the theme is two sides of every story, so I want to draw you, maybe as Peter Parker, then your shadow will be Spiderman.”

“Holy fuck that’s awesome.”

“Yeah, do you think you could do it tomorrow morning? So the light hits you just right?”

“Course.”

“Thank you Tom,” you sigh, laying down.

“No problem. Keep your eye out for your mail.”

“Huh?”

“Your present.”

“Oh you know you don’t haveta get me anything. Don’t even know if anyone is going to my graduation,” you laugh.

“Wait what?”

“Nothing.”

“Nobody’s going to your graduation?”

“It’s, I mean, Bryce is going to try, not like I have anyone else.”

Shit fuck, fuck. You didn’t need to share personal shit with him.

“What about, you don’t haveta, I don’t know if this is a touchy subject for you, if you don’t wanna talk about it you don’t have to.”

“Why nobody’s going to my graduation?”

“Yeah.”

“See how easy it was? Anyways, don’t know who my dad is, mom left me on a police station’s doorstep when I was three like I was a newborn baby and it was the 1950s.”

“She did What now?”

“She had really bad postpartum depression, couldn’t handle having a kid I guess, left me on the police doorstep and I bounced around different foster homes. Never stayed in one place for more than a year.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What’re you sorry for?”

“For all that, for how you hadta grow up.”

“It was fine really, Art was what kept me going, it was the only thing I really had from home to home, only school subject I was able to do well in since it didn’t require previous knowledge.”

“Well I’m glad you got something good out of everything that happened.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, closing your eyes.

“When is it again?”

“When’s what?”

“Your graduation.”

“Oh, April 15th.”

“Okay.”

“Anyways, guess what?”

“What?” You can hear he’s more distant now, probably wants to ask why you don’t have anyone going to your graduation, he doesn’t want to know the answer.

“Bryce offered me an apprenticeship.”

“Really? That’s amazing!”

“Yeah, I’ve got just enough saved up to pay for my equipment and chair for the first few months, when I’m tattooing for free, then eventually I’ll get paid, might haveta take out a loan for my apartment or move somewhere cheaper but since I won’t be spending money for the subway to get to school it’ll cut my expenses. Jesus why am I rambling sorry you don’t wanna hear all this.”

“No I do, I do,” He says and you can hear some enthusiasm in his voice.

“It’s late you should go to bed.”

“Maybe we can talk in the morning?”

“I’d like that,” you smile, “goodnight Tom.”

“Night princess.”

You giggle as you hang up, running a hand over your face. You were fucking exhausted. The next morning you woke up to a picture message from Tom.

Holy shit, the picture was perfect, just what you needed.

You: this is legit amazing how’d you make it look so good?

Tom: brother is like an amateur photographer

You: nothing amateur about this. Thanks no I get to stare at your picture for the next 50 hours.

Tom: 50???

You: more or less, for the portrait, then the oil painting, now go away I’m meant to work

Your portrait professor said you could go into the studio to draw, since it was a full color design, but if you wanted to do it in the comfort of your own home you could. You opted to take your work to the tattoo studio, sprawling out in the back office.

“You’ve got it bad dontcha?” Bryce asks, seeing your initial outline of the sketch.

“What?”

“This kid in the drawing, it’s the same one you drew the other day. You sleep with him?”

“None of your business,” you say, “scram I gotta finish this outline.”

“It’s almost done, you’ve been working for 6 hours, you need a break.”

“Fine, wanna grab some coffee?”

“Let’s go kiddo,” Bryce says, helping you off the ground.

Bryce takes you to the coffee shop next door. You know you’re going to have to tell him about Tom.

Most of the time he acted like your fun uncle, wanted to know what you were up to but wouldn’t give you any advice or warnings. Recently he’d been more of a wise father, which you had no problem with, never having one of your own to rely on.

“So, he’s famous right? Does movies? How’d that happen?” He asks as you sit in a booth.

“Met him at a club in London.”

“And you…”

“Yes, we did, thought it was just gonna be, you know, that, but we’ve been talking.”

“Have you seen him since?”

“No, think he’s gonna visit on his way to a press thing.”

“So are you two dating? Messing around? What do kids these days call it?”

You shrug, taking a sip of your coffee, “I don’t know. Like, it would be cool to date him, but at the same time I like what we’ve got now. He’s all over the place all the time, lives in London, while I’m here, how’d that work?”

“Think you could find a way to make it work, if it’s worth it.”

“Well, dunno if it’s worth it.”

“You’re doing your final project on him, I think it’s worth it.”

You shrug, “Yeah.”

“So maybe you should see how he feels?”

“Too soon for that.”

“Whatever you want, I’ll be by your side whatever you chose. Alright let’s get back I’ve got a tattoo to do and you’ve got shading and colors to start.”

“Then I’m working at 6.”

“Yep, got 5 more hours of work to do, let’s get to it lady.”

***

By the time your shift started you had almost finished your outline in black and erased the pencil underneath it.

You were happy with how it looked, sending a photo to Tom. Tomorrow you had to go into school for your art history class, only two more lessons left.

Tom: holy shit looks amazing, and now you have to color it?

You: Yep, most of the time will be color, then my oil painting

Tom: What will be your oil painting?

You: was gonna make an oil painting of the Spiderman mask but I don’t want you to think I’m obsessed with you or something

Tom: I wouldn’t mind, your art blows my mind

Tom: also I’m kinda obsessed with you too

You: good

You smirk at his texts, locking up for the night at 11:30, saying goodnight to Bryce who made his way upstairs to his apartment. 

“See you tomorrow,” you wave, sending him one more.

The next day is filled with rushing to class, your professor telling you that the final class period was optional, knowing you all had plenty of work to do for other classes. You almost cheered.

When class wrapped up you made your way to the studio, working a mid to close shift, you weren’t going to have much time to work on your portrait.

You were able to use your colored pencils to get the color of his shirt, a blue button up, and his khaki pants done. You wanted to save the details of the Spiderman suit and his face for when you had more time.

By the time 1pm rolled around you were satisfied with how much work you had left and the time you had to do it.

You spent the rest of the day greeting customers, helping them pick out jewelry, copying their consent forms. You had fun as the front desk assistant and would no doubt do it for as long as they wanted you, but you were dying to have a turn with the tattoo machine.

The phone rings, and you answer.

“Hello, Tattoo Dice by Bryce, this is Y/N, how can I help you today?” You ask, pen and paper in hand.

“Hello, is Bryce in?” A low voice asks.

“He is, doing some paperwork in his office. Can I help you?”

“Was hoping to talk to him.”

“Sure, I’ll check to see if he’s taking calls,” you frown, clearly they’ve never stepped foot in a tattoo shop before or understand any etiquette of tattoo shops.

You put the person on hold and ring the back office, “someone wants to speak to you? Do I tell them off or let them through?”

“Feel like being nice, put them through.”

You transfer the line to the back office and look back at your portrait, taking out your skin tone set of colored pencils. There was a lull in the shop around dinner time and you decided to color his body in while there was some silence.

****

“Hello, this is Bryce, how can I help you?”

“Hi, you’re, you’re Y/N’s boss right?”

“Yes, who’s this, Wait, are you that Tom fella? No distracting her at work.”

“Of course not sir, I wouldn’t. I was just wondering, she told me you might go to her graduation.”

“That’s right.”

“I was wondering if maybe, maybe you could get a second ticket? I wanted to surprise her, but I wouldn’t know how to get a ticket.”

“Do you think she would want you there?”

“I don’t, I would hope so, I mean, I don’t know how to ask her without giving away that I want to surprise her.”

“Well I’ll ask her, hold on.”

“Right now?!”

“Yes, just you wait a minute.”

****

Bryce strolls out of his office rolling his eyes, “some random asshole who doesn’t know what our cancellation policy is. Trying to cancel our appointment for tomorrow and get his money back at the same time.”

“Huh, weird that he asked for you.”

“Well I’m his artist, makes sense.”

“Yeah, totally,” you nod, eyeing Bryce as he sits on the stool next to you.

“Looks good so far,” he nods as you shade in his neck.

“Thanks,” you hum, changing the color for his face, slightly darker color to contrast the light from the window you would add later.

“So, your graduation.”

Your face drops and you stop coloring. He doesn’t want to go. Or he is too busy.

“You don’t haveta go, stupid for me to invite you, it’s whatever,” you sigh.

“No, no I was going to ask if I could get two tickets, for Adrien and I.”

“He’d wanna come?”

“What’s my husband gonna do? Sit and look pretty? We’re not open on Sundays he won’t have work.”

“I’d love to get you two tickets.”

****

“Do you like your presents?”

You giggled, looking through the box of lingerie.

“You didn’t need to get me all these.”

“But I want a photo shoot,” he whines.

You pick up a small handwritten card.

For you princess, I expect photos of you in all of them. Xx Tom

“You’ll get a photo shoot mister,” you laugh, putting your phone on speaker and taking off your clothes.

They were from an online store, all in the sizes you sent him. There were more elaborate pieces but you picked up a lacy red bralette with matching red lace panties. Most of the lingerie was red.

“Is red your favorite color?”

“How’d you know?”

“Just a guess.”

“You look so fucking good in red princess. Wait FaceTime me.”

“Okay okay,” you say, hanging up and moving to FaceTime.

“Fuck I didn’t know you’d be naked for me,” Tom groans, laying on his bed, you could see he was shirtless and were hoping there was nothing on underneath.

“Go ahead baby, put on those pretty little numbers on for me,” he says as you prop your phone up on your bedside table.

You put on the first red lacy set, posing for Tom. The camera slowly moves lower to his hand gripping his cock as he jerks off.

“Don’t come too soon, got lots more to show you.”

You show him the same set in black, causing him to bite his lip and thrust into his hand.

The next bit is a little more elaborate, lots of tiny hooks to clip in the back, and you struggle for a bit, laughing when you trip over your own two feet and Tom sits up, concerned you hurt yourself.

“I’m fine,” you laugh, getting the last hook done. You turn back to him, showing off the red lace corset that made your tits look so good, right down to where it trailed off into a lace trim hanging right above your bare pussy.

“Love this one, wanna leave marks all over your chest, tease those hard nipples of yours, shit, so pretty,” he says, hand moving faster.

“Have 911 on hold while I take this off,” you joke, fingers struggling again to unhook it. Once you do you put your hands on your knees and mock being out of breath.

“Are you okay? You don’t gotta try the others on, it’s fine,” Tom starts but you cut him off.

“Are these crotchless panties?” You gasp and look up at him. He’s blushing a little and nods.

“You don’t needa wear them, thought they’d be fun, I don’t know, don’t worry about it.”

“No Tom, I fucking love them, holy shit I could come just thinking about how useful these could be.”

You quickly slide them up your legs, fingers spreading your lips, loving how snug the fabric felt around your hips and ass but how bare and exposed your pussy was.

“Look so pretty, come on, go lie on the bed and play with your pussy,” he says, camera shaking a little as his hand speeds up.

“In these?” You ask, laying on the bed and tilting your phone so he could see your fingers move down your chest, pinching each of your nipples.

“Yes, fuck yourself with those panties, wanna see if they work,” he grunts and you follow through, fingers dipping lightly into yourself, the hole in the panties perfect for this.

“Go ahead princess stuff yourself full for me.

“Shit,” you whine, fucking yourself with your fingers.

You could hear his moans get throatier, you knew he was going to come.

“Fuck, touch your clit, come on baby,” he whines and you do just that, feeling yourself get closer and closer.

“Tom, fuck,” you groan.

“Come for me princess,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly.

Your fingers speed up and you come like a horny teenager with a cry of his name.

He comes right after, and you bring the phone up to your face, giggling a little as he licks his lips.

“Feel like a fucking teenager right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Hella horny all the time, sexting.”

“Wish you were here,” he sighs, hand running through his hair.

“Me too,” you yawn.

“How are you tired it’s like 6pm there.”

“Been working nonstop on your projects, finally finished them today after pulling an all-nighter. Gotta pass them in tomorrow.”

“Can I see them?”

“Course. But I’m gonna sleep now. And you should too! It’s late over there.”

“You’re right.”

“Goodnight Tom.”

“Night princess.”

***

“You should try juuling,” Tom says nonchalantly.

“What?” You almost choke, smoke exhaling out of your nostrils, you cough for the first time while smoking in three years.

“To help you stop smoking, you told me you wanted to stop, eventually, heard juuling helps.”

You roll your eyes at the boy on the other end of the FaceTime call.

“Sure,” you say, “just, I’m graduating today, got some nerves to shake out.”

“But you did it, and your portrait professor said yours was the best work she’s seen this year.”

“Yeah, thank you for your pretty face.”

“Of course,” he grins.

“Where are you right now?” You ask, the bed behind him not his own, he never said he had any filming or press. His next press thing was a week from now in Mexico according to him. Your heart nearly falls out of your chest, what if he’s at another girl’s place? You know you never said anything about seeing other people, you were just messing around, why did what he did in his free time matter to you?

Sure you texted every day, not just sexted. You learned about his friends, his likes, his dislikes, anything and everything, all the little fun facts about him. But that was just getting to know the person you’re sleeping with, right?

He must’ve seen the look of confusion mixed with hurt on your face because he sat up and his eyes widened.

“Nevermind, doesn’t matter, I haveta, I gotta go.”

You were going to wait for him to answer but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more so you hung up quickly.

“Fuck,” you say, tears stinging your eyes as you finish your cigarette and immediately start another one.

“Hey! Y/N, we gotta get going- fuck, what’s wrong?” Lily asks as she joins you on your balcony.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you say, sniffling as you take a long drag.

“Clearly you’re not fine you’re crying, what’s wrong?”

“I just, I’m an idiot.”

“What?”

You silently finish your cigarette, Lilly rubbing your back as you stub the end into your ashtray.

“I think Tom was at someone else’s place, like in someone else’s bed.”

“Oh.”

“It’s stupid, we never said we were a thing this was just, we’re just fooling around so it doesn’t matter what he does in his free time.”

“Did you hear what he had to say?”

“No, feel like a fucking idiot, didn’t wanna embarrass myself in front of him anymore.”

“You should ask him out.”

“Huh?”

“Tell him you wanna be official, wanna be boyfriend girlfriend or whatever. It’s obvious you’ve got feelings for him.”

“Nah, he’s, he's famous, he’d never be around,” you shrug.

“Okay, But doesn’t change how you feel. So put on your big girl panties, stop crying, we’ve got a graduation to get to.”

“Don’t gotta leave for a few hours.”

“Two.”

“Okay, so I’m going to smoke this entire pack of cigarettes then we can graduate.”

“You’re seriously going to stand here and chain smoke?”

“Yep,” you nod, grabbing another cigarette.

“Just call him back, call him once and see what’s up, okay? Don’t be stupid and sound like an old lady for graduation.”

“Fuck off,” you groan.

“Fine, but just, call him okay?”

“Whatever,” you grumble.

Lily sighs and leaves you on the balcony alone. You look back at your phone. Nothing. It didn’t matter anyways, maybe you scared him off enough that you wouldn’t have to deal with the messiness that came with feelings.

You shrugged, wiping the stupid fucking tears from your eyes, grabbing another cigarette. Maybe you would get a juul or whatever they were called, cigarettes were fucking expensive and as your apprenticeship got closer you realized how fucked you were. It only made her angrier.

You couldn’t think about that now. Instead, you focused on the ring of smoke you blew from your mouth, the burning sensation you felt in your lungs.

You don’t know how long you stood there, smoking as the sun got higher in the sky and the bustling life of Queens began to start. It was a Sunday so everyone was going to church or catching up on errands.

You heard a knock on the door to your tiny apartment and the door swing open. You ignore it, thinking it might be Lily’s girlfriend here so you all could travel to graduation together.

You finish your cigarette, the knocking on the door starting up again.

“Who the fuck, Lily, who is it?” You shout, making your way back inside, closing your balcony door. You toss your pack and lighter on your bedside table before walking the very few steps to your front door.

“Lily, where the fuck are you?” You groan before unlocking the door and swinging it open.

“Who the fuck-,”

“Surprise?”

Tom was standing in front of you, wearing a really nice suit, eyes red.

“Oh. Oh!” Him in a different bed, acting sort of weird over the past few days made sense.

“I’m sorry. I, I was going to surprise you at your graduation but when you asked where I was I didn’t want you to think that I was with someone else or something, and I’m sorry if you don’t want me to be here I just thought I didn’t wanna wait until May to-,”

You cut him off pressing your lips against his, taking him off guard he stumbles back, arms wrapping around your body to draw you tight against him.

“I want to see you too,” you mumble against his lips, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey, glad you liked your surprise,” Lily says, breaking the two of you apart.

His hands were still tight on your waist, your hands cupping his face, you just nodded, looking at Tom who stared right back at you.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you say, smiling.

“I think I’m even happier that I’m here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep.”

“Prove it,” his eyes dart between your lips and your own eyes.

“Okay, so I’m going to meet Lexie downstairs for coffee, if I don’t see the both of you down there in 30 minutes so we can get to graduation on time I swear to god I’ll kill you,” Lily interrupts and you sigh, forehead pressed against Tom’s.

“Bye Lily,” you shout as she slams the front door.

“Missed you,” you say as you lead him the short way past your kitchen into your bedroom.

“Missed you too princess,” he says, kissing down your neck.

“Now it’s your turn not to leave any marks,” you say, “don’t wanna look trashy when I walk the stage.”

“So I can leave marks here?” He asks, hands moving to grope your breasts.

“Fuck, please,” you whimper, tugging at his suit coat.

“Missed yer kiss,” Tom says, lips meeting yours again as you both struggle to undress each other.

“Don’t have lotsa time,” you say, pushing him back so you can quickly slip out of your sundress.

“Fuck, that’s one of the sets that I gotcha, you like it?”

You nod as he quickly gets out of his clothes, watching as you toss your bra and panties to the side.

“Fuck, Missed yer tits,” he groans, accent thicker, voice rougher.

“Touch me, come on, no time,” you say, moving to grab a condom from your bedside table.

“How are we gonna,” he says gesturing to your bed.

“I know it’s not as good as your king bed. Actually it’s garbage compared to your bed but it’s all that’ll fit in this fucking room,” you say, pushing him down on your twin bed.

You straddle his hips, grinding down on his hard cock as he plays with your tits, sucking and marking them as much as he can.

You hurriedly slip the condom onto his cock and sit on his cock, his teeth gliding against your nipple as you do.

“Fuck, Tom,” you whine as his hands grip your ass, encouraging you to move.

“Come on, not much time,” he says as you start to bounce on his lap.

“Fuck,” you groan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you move quicker.

“That’s what we’re doing.”

“Shhh,” you whimper, a finger moving to your clit, rubbing it eagerly. He kisses you hard, his lips telling you something without words.

You didn’t want to admit it but you were so excited he was here, if you had to sext one more time you would lose your mind. And whether you would say it out loud or not, you didn’t really want to sleep with someone else to relieve the tension you felt since that night. Your tongue met his in your mouth, his touches softer tonight than a little bit ago, tender. You both reached your highs pretty quickly and Tom would’ve been embarrassed save for the fact that he’s waited so long for this and the sight of you on top of him, the way your lips felt against his, he was a goner, in every sense of the word.

“Wow,” you say as Tom helps you off of him.

“Missed yer sex,” he laughs, taking the condom off as you start to get dressed.

“I’m very grateful you’re here.”

“I think that Manhattan could hear your box spring.”

“Well now they all know how good I’m getting it.”

“What’re your plans later tonight?”

“Well, was gonna go out to like an early dinner late lunch with Bryce and Adrien. Wait how did you even get a ticket to my graduation?”

“Asked Bryce actually.”

“Yeah? How is Adrien going?”

“That’s his husband right? Not sure,” he says, getting dressed as well.

“Hmm, well we’ll see him there. I’ll be right back gonna run to the bathroom make sure I look presentable.”

“I think you look beautiful.”

“Thanks buddy, but we just fucked so I’d like to make sure it doesn’t look like that at my graduation.”

“Good plan,” he laughs, buttoning his shirt.

You make your way to the bathroom, peeing before brushing through your hair. Your sundress showed off your sleeves and upper back tattoos so you grabbed the sunscreen.

“Lather me up,” you say, handing Tom the sunscreen.

“Aren’t you going to be wearing a gown?”

“Nah, it’s art school, we have the hat things, whatever they’re called, but we just wear those and call it a day.”

Tom shrugs, pulling you down onto his lap, he leaves gentle kisses along your tattoos before applying the sunscreen to it, rubbing it into your skin.

“Ready to go?” You ask, about to move from your position on his lap.

He shakes his head and you frown, tilting your head curiously, “wha-,”

He kisses you, hands cupping your face, thumb rubbing your cheek. You swipe your tongue across his lips but he pulls back, “nuh uh.”

“What?”

“Lily is going to kill us, let’s go, I’ve got a special lady to cheer on.”

“Oh? Special?”

He nods as you reluctantly get off his lap, “she’s pretty great, I’ll have to introduce her to ya eventually.”

“Eventually,” you nod, pulling him out of your room. You grab your purse and your grad cap from the kitchen counter.

***

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” the dean of the college says and you grin as you walk on stage, shaking his hand and taking your diploma. The crowd is cheering and you definitely couldn’t seen Bryce, Tom or Adrien in it but you knew they were there. Cheering you on, somewhere.

The ceremony ended a little while after all the names were called and you all threw up your grad caps in the air, you felt cheesy doing it but here you were, a wide smile on your face as you tossed it up in the air with the rest of your class.

***

“So Tom, you’ve been acting since you were little?” Bryce asks as you all sit at the booth of a small diner near Tattoo Dice, the same shop you and Bryce got coffee at a little bit ago.

“Yes,” he nods, hand resting on your thigh.

“What’s your favorite thing you’ve ever acted in?” Adrien asks.

“I know people probably expect me to say the MCU and Spiderman but I quite enjoyed doing Billy Elliot when I was younger.”

“Would you ever do musical theater again? Or theater? Or will you stick to the big screen?”

“You know, I really loved theater, so who knows maybe I’ll make a musical theater revival. I’d haveta work on my voice first but yeah, maybe.”

“And your new movie comes out soon right? The new Spiderman?” Bryce asks.

“Yep, I start the press tour in like a week? Just about.”

“So you travel a lot?”

“Okay, let’s cool it with the 20 questions,” you laugh, “let’s not scare him away.”

“Oh I don’t scare easily,” Tom smiles, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your thigh.

This was the first time any of your hooks up or, you didn’t want to say this and jinx it, any of your boyfriends met Bryce and Adrien, the closest you’d ever come to actual parents.

Maybe Tom knew you were nervous, hell everything about you gave it away. Your leg was bouncing up and down, his hand didn’t stop your leg from moving, just rested it there, which was comforting.

“So, you own the shop is that right?” Tom asks, “and Adrien, you’re the shop’s piercer?”

“Yep, opened Tattoo Dice 19 years ago.”

“And Y/N will be, what’s it called, she’ll learn how to tattoo from you?”

“Yeah, she’ll be my apprentice, she’s going to get started on synthetic skin first, so she gets the feel of the tattoo needle, then she’ll learn basic health and safety of tattooing, stuff she’s already learned since she’s gotten so many tattoos and is the front desk attendant but she’ll get certified officially while apprenticing.”

“So it’s a lot of work huh?”

“She’ll be working hard but that’s what she’s always done so I’m not worried.”

“You’re too kind Bryce,” you say, blushing a little.

“I’ve got no doubt you’ll be fantastic,” Tom says, kissing your cheek.

“So, we start my training tomorrow?” You ask as the four of you stand outside the coffee shop. Tom had got you both a taxi back to your place, Bryce and Adrien would head back to their apartment above the shop.

“Actually, why don’t we start next Monday?”

“Monday? What will I do until then?”

“Relax? Have a little break? You’ve trained the person taking your place, you can still work your evening shifts if you want, but you don’t have to.”

“Gotta pay rent so yeah I think I’ll work this week.”

“Don’t be afraid to take some time off, relax, you deserve it.”

“I will, promise.” “Alright, there’s your taxi, get lost, and congrats kid,” Bryce says, pulling you into a hug. You relax in his arms, and laugh as Adrien hugs the both of you.

“Okay, okay, relax, rest, get lost,” you say, pushing out of their hug.

“Congrats,” Adrien says as you slip into the taxi with Tom.

“Congrats grad,” Tom says, lips gently kissing right below your ear.

“Cheeseball,” you say, his fingers intertwining with your own.  

“That does not sound tasty.”

“No it really doesn’t,” you laugh.

The ride back to your apartment was quiet, save for a few comments from Tom about the other driver’s here, how terrifying they all were, with little care for pedestrians or other cars.

“Guess that’s what it’s like in New York,” you shrug as Tom pays the taxi driver.

“So, nightcap?” He asks as you bring him up to your apartment.

“It’s like 6pm it’s way too early for a nightcap,” you laugh, “but I can, I can think of other things we can do to occupy our time.”

“Oh yeah? What did ya have in mind princess?” he asks, his mouth ghosting over your neck.

“Why don’t we go to my room and find out?”

“Your friend isn’t home?”

“Nah her and Lexi will be with their families and then at Lexi’s place, we’ve got a whole 500 square feet to ourselves.”

“You don’t even have a living room.”

“Hey, I’ve got a twin bed and a balcony that’s all I’ll ever need.”

“Whatever you say,” he sighs.

“Come here,” you say, pulling him close, lips meeting his.

You stumble back towards your room, fumbling with the door as Tom’s hands glide under your dress, gripping your ass.

“Missed your hands,” you say as he slaps your ass, your dress bunched at your waist as he pushes you down onto your bed.

You pull your dress over your head as you move up your bed, watching as Tom gets undressed.

You start to take off your bra but he stops you, hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Lemme undress you baby,” he says, straddling your hips and kissing up your stomach. He kisses the tops of your breasts before making his way back to your lips, leaving as many marks as he can on the way up.

“Tom, fuck,” you groan as his hands move to unclip your bra, tossing it to the side.

“Lemme make ya feel good princess,” he says before taking a nipple into his mouth, eyes watching your face contort in pleasure as his fingers play with the other one before switching sides. His hips grind down against yours and you so desperately wanted to get his underwear off, so you could feel him but you decided to be patient, decided it would be worth the wait.

He makes his way back down your body, fingers tugging down your panties, “practically dripping for me, you excited to see me or something?”

“As if you aren’t,” you huff, growing impatient as he breathes against you, so close to where you want him.

“Be patient for me, okay? Almost there,” he says, before kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, tugging you down so your legs are propped up on his shoulders.

You immediately moan at the sensation of his tongue against your clit, slowly lapping at it before moving to your entrance, licking through your folds.

“Fuck come on,” you groan, hands flying to his hair.

“Tug away baby, won’t give you what you want until you’re patient for me.”

You whine, hands tugging at him, frustrated, you lay your head against your bed and let him tease you.

He grins against you and you feel his finger push inside you, tongue making gentle strokes against your clit.

“Good girl,” he says, another finger pushing into you, he starts to pick up the pace, fucking you with his fingers in earnest.

“Fuck come on Tom, make me come,” you say, the knot in your stomach forming way too quickly.

His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently while fucking into you harder.

His teeth graze your clit and you come with a cry of his name, pulsing against him. His fingers slip out of you as he kisses your thighs, dropping them to the side of his shoulders.

“Missed you,” he says, kissing his way back up your body.

You’re still horny as fuck, you wanted him to get a move on so you grabbed his shoulders tugging him on top of you, “fuck me, please.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” Tom smiles, kissing you softly, too soft for what you’re about to do.

“Come on,” you say, reaching for your bedside table grabbing a condom from the drawer.

“Those been sitting there waiting for me?”

“I was getting ready for the end of May, gotta stock up.”

“So smart,” he says, pushing his underwear down his legs and tosses them to the side.

You rip open the condom and help him slide it down his cock, he groans as you jerk him off, kissing down your neck as he hikes your thigh up around his waist.

“Come on, fuck me,” you whimper as his cock rubs against your folds.

“This what you want princess?” He asks, bottoming out, smirking as you cry out his name.

“Let’s go,” you say, your hips moving up to grind against his.

“All yours tonight princess,” he says, one hand holding himself up while the other cups your face, kissing you as he begins to move.

Tonight wasn’t any less pleasurable than the night a few weeks ago, although the way he made you feel was very different.

He wasn’t any gentler with his thrusts, but his movement was more deliberate, more meaningful.

“Come on, make me come, baby,” you say, arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Gotcha princess,” he says, hand moving between the two of you to rub your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Yes, fuck, make me come around your cock, please,” you whine and his lips capture yours, swallowing your moans as you come.

His thrusts get faster and sloppier, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Feel so, feel so fucking good,” he says, voice deeper.

“Come for me, please, wanna feel you Tommy,” you whine and he groans, face tucked into your neck as he comes, hips slowing to a stop.

“Wow,” you laugh as he pulls out of you, sitting up and taking the condom off.

“Still good?”

“Don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

“Hmmm, three weeks? Give or take?” He asks, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Shut up,” you laugh, sitting up and kissing him. Something about the way he kissed you, it wasn’t needy like he would never see you again, but just his lips, soft and warm and against yours.

“Needa smoke, hop off me Holland,” you say against his lips and he nods, getting off the bed.

You open your closet grabbing two t-shirts and slipping one over your head, tossing the other one at Tom.

“The view from the balcony is really pretty, I’ll be right back,” you say, kissing his cheek before grabbing your panties.

You wink at him before going to the bathroom, peeing and splashing some water on your face. When you go back to your room you grab your smokes and lighter from your bedside table. You watch Tom lean against your small balcony railing, feet crossed and head tilted towards the sunset.

You grab sleep shorts and pull them up before stepping onto the balcony.

“Hey handsome,” you say, arms wrapping around his waist from behind, kissing his neck.

“Hey to you too,” he says, relaxing into your arms.

“Told ya the view is pretty,” you say, face tucked into his neck.

You feel Tom pause, unsure of his next words.

“My favorite is when it’s late out, not all the lights are off, obviously, it’s New York, but when most of them are off, past midnight usually, you can see all the stars in the sky.”

“We should do that,” he mumbles, hands resting over yours.

“Good idea,” you nod, unwrapping your arms and slipping next to him.

He watches as your black acrylics tap against the railing, one hand fiddling with your pack of cigarettes and lighter.

“What is it?”

“I should quit these things.”

“I mean, I’m not going to tell you no, but if that’s what you want, that’s what you should do.”

“Maybe I’ll get that juul or the gum or patch or whatever, cigarettes cost so fucking much anyways, gotta cut costs somewhere and I’d rather not live off of ramen and popcorn for the next few months.”

“Up to you,” he says, watching you get a cigarette and hold up your lighter.

“Tomorrow, tomorrow’s another day, I’ll finish off the rest of my cigarettes and then I’ll stop.”

Tom raises his eyebrows at you and you shake your head, “I’m not every other smoker who says they’ll quit tomorrow and then tomorrow becomes the next day and the next day and so on, never said I was gonna quit before. But I think, I don’t know, it’s stupid really.”

“No, go ahead, what is it?”

“I feel like I’m opening a new chapter, art school is done, I’m gonna be a tattoo artist soon, hopefully, and-,”

“And you’ve got me.”

“Hmmm?” you ask, turning towards him.

“I mean, if you want, I just, I figured, I’d like to be a part of this new chapter of your life.”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry, I- if you don’t wanna, I can do, it’s,”

“Tom?”

“Yes?”

“Will you, fuck, this is so dumb, do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“I uh, sort of already assumed we were, you know, an item. So yes. I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“Dork.”

Before you realize what you’re doing you’re hugging him, arms tight around his neck, body as close as you could be to him in this moment. His arms wrap around your back almost immediately after you hug him. You stay in each other’s arms, just breathing, for some amount of time, time with Tom felt all too quick but drawn out at the same time. But you also really needed to smoke. You pulled away from him and pull out a cigarette.  

“Let me,” He says, nodding towards the lighter in your hand.

You quirk your eyebrow at him, handing it over. He attempts to flick the lighter on a few times, biting his lip in concentration.

You put your thumb over his, showing him how to pull the safety tab down to spark the lighter.

The two of you stare at the small flame of your lighter between you, illuminating each of his freckles and each of your tattoos as the sun sets over the balcony.

“Here,” he says as you slip the cigarette between your lips. He holds the lighter to it and you nod when it’s lit, taking a drag before turning away from Tom and blowing the smoke out of your lungs.

“I had to smoke cigars, for a movie once, but I wasn’t very good at it.”

“Not something you want to be good at,” you laugh.

His hands wrap around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as you finish your cigarette.  

“What do ya wanna do tomorrow?”

“Hmm, you don’t have somewhere to run off to? Your press thingy, what’s it called? In Mexico?”

“That’s next week, I uhm I’ve got my hotel for the week. We can go there if you want. It’ll be like a staycation for you.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Huh?”

“Stay at my place, tonight, there’s a little breakfast place I want to take you to, about a block from here. Only if you wanna.”

“Of course I wanna girlfriend.”

“Oh my god shut up,” you laugh, finishing your cigarette.

“Okay, can I call you princess?” He says, lips pressing against your neck.

“Of course,” you say, “call me something else too,” you grind back against him.

“Oh yeah?”

“Come inside,” you say, putting your cigarette out in the ashtray as Tom kisses down the back of your neck.

He pulls you back in, closing the balcony door. You drop your lighter and cigarettes on the bedside table.

His hands are quick to tug your shirt over your head, planting kisses down your chest, smirking at the marks he left earlier.

“Gonna be a good slut for me and suck my cock?” He asks, hand cupping your pussy.

“Please,” you groan as his palm gently rubs against your clothed clit.

He guides you to your knees, one hand firm on your shoulder while the other tugs off his shirt.

His hands pull your hair out of your face as you push down his underwear, hand wrapping around his cock.

“Go ahead, be a good slutty princess for me,” he says, not pushing your head down but just watching as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

You gently lick up and down his cock, before starting to bob your head, his hips start to move against you and you can’t tell if it’s deliberate or not but you moan when you choke around him, breathing deeply through your nose.

“Look so pretty down on your knees for me, gonna make me come like a good girl?”

You moan again, feeling him twitch in your mouth as you still, letting his hips do all the work.

“Such a good slut for me, fuck, gonna come in your mouth princess,” he groans, hips stilling with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

He comes with a groan of your name followed by princess, and you couldn’t help but smile as he helped you up. You fucking loved that nickname.

“Your turn,” he grins as you pull your panties down and off your legs, “do ya, do you still have mine from- from,” you try to finish your question but he’s pushing you down on the bed, one hand wrapping around your wrists and pinned them to the bed, the other running up and down your side.

“God princess I used those to jerk off so many times, had to wash them eventually, still kinda smell like you, I’ll need a new pair when I leave this week.”

“Don’t think that’ll be a problem,” you giggle as he leaves butterfly kisses against your cheek.

“What are you, what are you doing?” you laugh.

“Kissing you, duh,” he says, before his lips meet your hot skin.

“Go on, eat me out baby, please,” you whine, hips moving to meet his own.

“I’m going princess, relax for me okay?” he asks, hand leaving your wrists, which you keep above your head.

He makes his way down your body, kissing as his hands spread your legs wide, he situates himself between them, kissing along your thighs as his fingers slip into your pussy.

“Fuck Tom,” you groan. He quickly brings his lips to your entrance, licking and kissing and just making you feel everything. He brings you to orgasm with his lips wrapped around your clit and three fingers pressing against your sweet spot.

“Taste so good princess,” he says, fingers still moving slowly inside of you as he makes his way up to your face, kissing up. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips, arms wrapping around his neck.

***

“I would love to shower with you but my shower is lucky to fit one person, the mere idea of two people in this shower will break it,” you laugh as Tom brushes his teeth.

“Fine, guess I’ll just haveta watch you shower.”

“Okay perv,” you joke as you wait for the water to warm up.

He’s wearing the t-shirt you gave him earlier, he’s small enough that it fits well, the only part that stretches is the sleeves, his biceps bigger than your own.

Once you showered you dried your hair, about to walk back to your room with the towel wrapped around you.

“You don’t wanna watch me shower?”

“No you weirdo,” you laugh and you hear him laugh in return, stepping into the shower.

You sit on your bed, drying your hair as best you can. You tried to think about how this all came to be. When all you wanted was to hook up with someone during your trip to London. You never, ever would have expected this, not in a million years.

“Whatcha thinking about?” he asks from your door and you almost jump off your bed, heart racing.

“Shit, how long’ve you been standing there?” “Just got outta the shower, not as fun as if we were in there together, gonna haveta try that at my hotel.”

“I’d like that,” you say, “come here, help me put lotion on my tattoos.”

“What?”

“Lotion. Gotta moisturize them so they still look good in 50 years.”

“Didn’t know that.”

“Well of course you wouldn’t.”

“Actually,” he starts, pulling you up to stand with him.

“What?” you laugh as he sits down in your place, tugging your towel off and sitting you down between his legs, your back to his chest.

“I’ve got a tattoo.”

“What?! Where?” you ask, turning your head to look for a tattoo somewhere that for some reason you didn’t notice before.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Why would I laugh? I wanna see it!”

“Here,” he says, his leg moving to rest on top of yours as he points to the bottom of his foot.

“You- you got a, what is that, is that a spider?! On the bottom of your foot?” You’re trying your best not to laugh.

“Told ya you’d laugh, yes, I’ve got a spider, had to get it done over twice, it hurt like a bitch.”

“Why would you, why,” you start before giggling.

“Hush and let me lotion you up,” he says, dropping his leg.

“Why the bottom of your foot? That’s like such a bad place for a tattoo, it’ll never last!”

“Well that’s kinda why, and because I’m an actor. Don’t want tattoos to get in the way of my work.”

“What- other actors have tattoos. But you’re very brave for getting the bottom of your foot tattooed, that must be painful.”

“You’d never get the bottom of your foot tattooed?”

“Fuck no, you kidding? No thank you, that’s a no zone for me.”

“Mhm,” he hums as his hands rub the lotion into the skin of your upper back and arms, taking his time to catch every part of each of your tattoos.

“Making me sleepy,” you say as his hands move to massage your shoulders. “Then let’s sleep,” he says, kissing your cheek.

“Gotta get dressed,” you mumble.

“Meh, it’s hot in here, we can sleep naked.”

“How’re we gonna fit here again?”

“Here,” Tom says, pushing your comforter and sheets down, moving the two of you so he’s laying on his back and you’re on your side, practically on top of him.

“This is comfortable for you?” you ask, hand resting on his chest.

“Mhm, you good?”

“Very comfy,” you say, yawning as his hand runs up and down your arm.

“Goodnight princess.”

“Night baby,” you say as sleep overtakes you.

***

“So, you do this a lot?” He asks as you curl up at his side on the bench in Central Park.

“Only when I’ve got free time and it’s nice out, it’s the perfect day for it,” you say, opening your sketchpad to a new page.

“And you just find someone to draw?”

“Normally I draw some of the people who live here, sometimes people sitting on benches around us, like to people watch, ever done it?”

“I’m sorry, people watch?”

“Yeah, sit somewhere and just observe people in their natural habitat, it’s fascinating.”

“Whatever you say,” he laughs, arm around your shoulder.

“It’ll be worth it, promise.” “I don’t doubt that,” he nods as you look around.

There’s a man who was sleeping peacefully on the bench across from you and you glance over his features, your pencil starting to sketch on the page.

“Him?”

“Yep, I think I’ve sketched him before, he’s normally running around everywhere, asking people for hugs, so I only got a quick sketch of his face, but this’ll be perfect,” you say, drawing out the bench.

You can feel Tom’s eyes on your sketchbook as you draw and if it were anyone else you’d be uncomfortable, not wanting them to see anything but a final product. But with him it was different. You were okay with showing him bits and pieces of your life you kept hidden.

“If you were to get tattooed by anyone, who would you want to tattoo you?”

“Probably Ryan Ashley.” “Who’s that?”

“Famous tattoo artist, she’s the first female winner of Ink Master, sorta paving the way for female artists in the mainstream. She does these amazing realistic jewelry pieces, always sort of wanted a chest piece, I’ve been saving it on the very rare chance that she’d ever tattoo me,” you ramble as you start to sketch the outline of the man’s body.

“You wouldn’t want to get tattooed by me?” “Are you telling me you’ve tattooed someone before?” You feel him nod against your head and you gasp, “Tom, you’re just full of surprises huh?”

“Yep, tattooed a little spiderman spider on someone’s leg, he let’s celebrities tattoo him all the time.”

“Fucking jealous you’ve gotten the chance to tattoo someone before I have.”

“I can guarantee you’d be a million times better than me.”

“Hope so, I’ve put all my time and effort into working at Tattoo Dice, I hope it pays off, hope that I put art on people’s skin that they appreciate.”

“I believe in you,” he says, eyes watching as people walk past, feeling comforted by the fact that nobody knows he’s here, none of his fans or paparazzi will be looking for him. He can spend time with you in public without worrying about being stopped every few feet for an autograph or a photo.

Someone looked at the both of you as they walked past, eyes pausing on Tom, who was just wearing sunglasses.

“to hide my unruly brow,” he explained when he put them on this morning.

“Is that like your disguise?” you asked him.

“Course, now nobody can tell it’s me.”

“Sure baby,” you shrugged, blushing a little when his hand slipped down to hold your own as you left your apartment.

You felt him tense and you looked up, “What’s wrong?”

The person kept walking. “Nothing, was scared they noticed who I was,” he whispers as you relax back against him, working more on the arms of the man on the bench.

“But you’ve got your sunglasses on, you’re Clark Kent,” you say.

“Wrong universe,” Tom smirks.

“You know what I mean,” you poke his side before concentrating back on the sketch.

It had to be at least an hour when you were satisfied with how it looked, sitting up to brush away some eraser shavings.

“How’s it look?” You ask, looking up at Tom.

“Pretty damn good,” he says, grinning back at you.

The man on the bench wakes up with a start, grumbling to himself. You quickly rip the page off your sketchbook and get up.

“Want me to-,”

“I’m fine,” you tell Tom before moving the few feet to the man’s bench.

“Whaddya want?” He asks, voice rough.

“I uh, I’m an artist. Draw people, and well, here,” you say, awkwardly holding out the sketch of the man to him.

“What the- is this me? This is me! Wow,” the man says and your brows furrow with worry when his eyes start to tear up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask permission before drawing you, just looked so peaceful sleeping there and- oh!” You smile as he pulls you into a tight hug.

“This is, this is the best thing I’ve ever seen, I’ll keep it forever, and I mean that,” he says as he let’s you go.

“Well, I’m glad you like it, have a good day,” you smile as he picks up his backpack and shopping cart full of belongings.

“You too dear,” he smiles, wiping a tear from his eyes before walking away, holding the sketch tight to his chest.

You turn back to Tom, sure your face is lit up with a smile.

“You’ve done it yet again princess.”

“Huh?” you ask, sitting down next to him.

“You’re gonna change lives with that art of yours.”

“Sucha dork,” you giggle.

“Cm’ere, miss yer kiss,” he says, kissing you gently as his fingers intertwined with your own.

***

“Gonna miss you,” you mumble, face tucked into his shoulder as he hugs you.

“Already miss you.”

“Dork,” you giggle.

You were standing outside your apartment waiting for Tom’s taxi to take him to the airport.

“I wanna see the first tattoo you do okay?”

“Obviously, I’ll see if Adrien can video it for me.”

The taxi pulls up and Tom pulls you tighter against him, like he didn’t want to let go. And to be fair, neither did you.

“Okay, go before they charge you extra for making them wait.”

“Alright,” He says, kissing you, it wasn’t a soft sweet kiss, or a desperate I want you kiss. But a this is the last time I’ll see you for a little bit and I’ll miss you kiss. And honestly? You think you loved those kisses the most. You pulled away first.

“Get outta here Holland,” you say and he laughs, tossing his suitcase into the backseat with him. As the taxi drives away his hand presses against the window and he mouths “I’ll miss you.”

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[kashimos-hajime]

if i time it right, the thunder breaks

Summary: “And he hated himself and hated her, too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.” 

WARNINGS: swearing, it’s getting bad, mentions of (sexual, if you interpret it that way) child abuse, violence, angst, these idiots dont know how to take care of themselves but they know how to take care of each other Pairing: Detective Loki x Reader Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: thank you for the crazy response babes. truly thought this would flop and y’all proved me wrong. this is an important chapter and there’s a lot to say. i am open to tagging people so just lemme know if you want to be by sending an ask. GIF not mine

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“Stop eating my shit.”

“Fuck off,” you snap, tossing the container of gummies onto the dash. It’s only half-empty and it’s not like you won’t buy him more. “God, I fucking hate this case.” You pinch the bridge of your nose as he slams the door, shaking rain off his coat. You swallow the gummy, feeling it all the way down to your stomach. The list of level-three sex offenders is like your death sentence as you cross out another name on the list with jagged black lines. “Nothing?”

“Just some German porn. Fuck.” His palm collides with the steering wheel as you try to sink into your chair. The air is stuffy in here but you don’t have the strength to open a window. “Fuck.” He sucks in a breath between his teeth, the cord of his throat pulsing. You lick your lips, turn away.

“You need some coffee?” You lean forward and pull out the giant thermos you have filled to the brim with coffee from your bag, and he snatches it from you, letting the black roast scorch his throat. You press your temple against the cold window before he nudges your shoulder. He offers the open thermos back to you and you down it, the bitterness waking up your mind as you twist the cap on shut again.

“Where next?” Your nose twitches again as you sniff, trying to see straight at the list. Reading out the address, you fold it back into your pocket and lean into the window as the Sedan rolls into motion.

It is raining now, a gentle pattering that you could fall asleep too if you were home instead of here.  David sends you a glance but otherwise focuses his gaze on the road. It’s a long night before you, and you can imagine the thermos would be empty before long.

David’s fingers tap the steering wheel when he drives. You know you’re not supposed to notice such a habit of his, but it’s a part of him, like how you know when he’s under stress, he blinks like someone squirted lemon juice in his eyes, or how he takes his coffee black because he nearly choked on watered down sugar for coffee once when he was fifteen. 

But, you do. You can’t help that he’s part of you and you can’t help but smile at his young face, spitting that awful coffee into the street, one of the brightest memories in your head, surrounded by so much smoke and shadow that pulls, claws, tugs you in and then you are spiraling.

“You’re thinking loudly,” he comments, banishing the smoke for mere moments, and you toss him a look from where it had drifted into the dark trees. Bundling your coat around yourself, you recline into your chair. 

“I’m just thinking about us,” you reply and he lets out a sharp breath, a gesture often paired with him shaking his head in irritation or disbelief or something. You don’t want to look at the ruins of what you’d done. “When we were younger.”

The fingers on the steering wheel pause, wrap tighter instead, and you close your eyes.

“Really?” He is stiff, every inch of him. You’re sure the cord of his neck is hard as a rock against his skin. The line of his reflection is just visible in the glass and you press your temple against the window, looking into your lap. 

“The years you were at Huntington,” you begin, and this time you must look at him. There are only some times you can bring such a time up and by the twitch of the muscles in his jaw, this isn’t the best, but it bottles up inside you that you might… you just don’t want to think about it anymore. “Those were the worst years of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.”

“You haven’t.”

“Well, I hated seeing you there. I hated seeing what they did to you.” 

You can see it play before your eyes, a mere spectator to some biopic film that you are forced to see.

Two figures under the shade of the church, one tall and thin and, another carrying a can and bags and stale bread that spilled over tiny arms, food that could’ve gone to those who didn’t have a home like he did. He’d insisted you take it back, but you simply dented a can against the rock until a tiny hole formed and told him to suck the juice from the mangoes before it leaked into the moist dirt. Moonlight bathed two figures even under the shade of the church as the taller one helped the tiny one over the fence.

“I’ll come back,” you promised in harsh breaths. He held the rest of the food in his arms, granola bars he could eat quietly, bread he could rip apart in small bits and chew on, and you grabbed the front of his ratty shirt desperately despite how much he must feel, a purple and blue plethora underneath his little church uniform that’d been torn in all the wrong places. “My uncle won’t notice. I’ll come back for you.”

You thoughts drift even further back. 

A hospital waiting room, reeking of antiseptic and too much bleach. This boy you met just an hour ago, sitting with his respective social worker in that antiseptic waiting room was the most interesting person you’d ever met. He had cards, and said he’d taught himself magic tricks if you wanted to see. You nodded but played goldfish instead. 

“They’re not my real parents,” he’d told you almost angrily, and you’d balked at the thought. “I’m only here because they have to do something before they bring me to a Huntington Boys Home. They think I have ‘problems’.”

“Oh.” You had frowned artfully and he asked if you had a seven. You shook your head and said goldfish. “Where are your real parents?”

“I think they died.”

“Oh.” You remember the disappointment, the utter sadness compelling you to watch the boy as he looks into his cards.

“Why are you here?”

“My mom can’t take care of me anymore and I don’t know my dad.” Your shoulders had risen, fallen indelicately and the boy smiled with the teeth he had. He was missing one of the lower ones and you had smiled back faintly, nervously. 

“That sucks.”

“I guess. I didn’t like her that much.”

You swallow and close your eyes as if that’ll help bat the image away but it only serves to show you the bloodied knuckles, the bruises on pale, milky thighs and the scars shown in the mist of hot showers and empty locker rooms.

“You, uh, you liked the canned fruit the best. I remembered.” Your voice is faint, barely heard over the rain and rumble of the engine that’s already just a whisper.

He swallows, too, eyes burning into the windshield. You know he’s trying his hardest not to swerve or stop the car, or even look at you, because his arms shake from the strength he holds the steering wheel. You’re quite sure it might detach if he goes any longer. 

“You told me there was life outside of priests and sick fucks like them.”

“Well, I didn’t know. It was just something I heard my uncle say, when he was sober at least. He said there was a life outside of your shitty circumstance,” you reply with that indelicate shrug. You haven’t thought of the man who’d offered a roof over your head and nothing else in a while. “It was one of the few things I learned from him, not because of him.”

“You shouldn’t fucking be here,” he says softly. Your eyes trace the arch of his neck, a feather-light gaze that flickers across his cheeks, the slick-back hair, the hands that loosen on the steering wheel as you travel over a bump on the road. “This town will never be good enough for you.”

“It has you in it.” You know it’s something you shouldn’t fucking say but you can’t help it. That boy in the hospital room with the gap-wide smile sits before you and you can’t do anything about it. You turn your body inwards, towards him, and his hand finds your knee on its own accord as you settle into your new position. “I fucking hated seeing you there.” “I know.”

“I’m glad you left when you could.”

“I know.” His hand, a heavy heat on your knee, squeezes before he lifts it and your eyes dart to the warmth he’s left on you, a warmth that spreads through your body like warm wine. “I’m glad you did too, either.”

Terrible, ugly, screaming and the smell of vodka spits in your mouth. You shake off the feeling and you know that David saw you shudder. He doesn’t say anything more. Neither do you.

Time does not heal all wounds, and you wonder if love could’ve ever built a palace on sand.

.

You can’t sleep. Even with the father in custody, you can’t sleep. David’s arm tightens around your waist as he sleeps, but you know he is uneasy in his slumber. 

Fuck.

“Sleepin’?” he mumbles suddenly and you close your eyes as if that’ll help you. “Me neither.”

“Get some sleep,” you murmur back, burrowing your face deeper into the pillow. You can still see the dead man’s body in the father’s basement and your nose twitches. You had held the father above the hole, made him look at the darkness of his basement, at the bones of his work. Made him look into David’s eyes, made him see.

Not his work, a voice in the back of your mind whispers. The devastation beside you is not this man’s work. The smell of dust and cobwebs still lingers. So does David’s voice. The boys home. Sweet fruit nectar and the taste of blood form a strange cocktail in your mouth.

That’s justice unserved, too. You suppress a shiver.

“Come on.” His voice warms your neck as he pulls himself closer, nose pressed against the back of your shoulder. You tug his arm tighter around you, fingers slipping to interlace with his. “Close your eyes.” “They’re closed,” you promise. His lips brush against the bare skin of your shoulder before a feather-soft kiss lands on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. His legs press underneath your thighs and the warmth his body radiates drowns you, melts you away until you’re nothing. He digs his fingers into your bare stomach and you can feel him blinking hard against your skin. “Sleep. Please. Don’t think about that anymore.” You utter the words so softly, so desperately you barely recognize your own voice.

“Fuck,” he whispers and something wet touches your skin. You open an eye to stare through the window, at the moon nearly blocked out by the branches outside your window as he holds onto you tighter. You feel the fire burning, an ice cold fire that makes you hurt so much. Makes you want to throw him off and rip those memories from his head. Anything to make it stop. “Fuck.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, but it is unheard over the sounds of his harsh, hot breaths. More wetness tracks down your bare shoulders as his arm goes taut around you. You twist around immediately, and pull him close to your chest. Your eyes are closed, your hands clutching into his hair, fingers digging into his skull, salt rain sliding over your cheeks. 

He tries to speak, puffs of air that could’ve been words had he not been so choked, and you merely let him try and break you, let his hands grip bruises into your skin and trace the scars people have left behind. You trace every crack in the porcelain of his back, every fissure that you know reaches from his neck to his legs.

Why couldn’t you have chosen something other than some broken little thing? Something that does not remind you of pain and sick and ache.

You don’t know whether you ask this of yourself or to him.

.

When you wake up, it is hard to even get your eyes to open. You don’t remember when you fell asleep and you wonder if you even had at all.

Three days. Has it really been three days already? You screw up your face to wake yourself up as David shuffles around the room. He’s already awake and you glance blearily at the clock. It’s only 4 AM, that means…

Shit. An hour or two of sleep if you can even call it sleep. Fuck.

Pushing yourself up, you drag yourself out of bed on unsteady legs and wade to the bathroom. 

You’re done in record time and when you leave, David is out of the room and in the kitchen preparing coffee. You begin to poke your head through one of his shrunken dress shirts. You’d stuff it into a pair of looser pants and tie it with a belt today. You just need something looser than one of your own tightfitting blouses. Maybe it’d help you breathe easier. 

He returns moments later to button up his own dress shirt. You can see his eyes rake over your figure, over the shirt you wear, but David doesn’t say anything as you dress. The shadows of the room playing tricks on you, you pull your hair out from underneath your collar and your nose twitches. Sniffing, you try to chase away the exhaustion pulling at your ankles, trying to chain you at your bed. Your hand rubs deep into your eyes as you gather your raincoat and stuff your feet into your boots in the living room.

When the two of you are ready to leave, you a cup of black coffee already in your system and David a piece of chewing gum in his mouth, you grab your bag.

“Here.” You look up. Your huge thermos is filled to the brim with coffee, twisted shut, and you slip it into the bag. 

“Thanks.” 

Letting David press a lingering kiss to your temple before he opens the door, you dig through your bag to make sure you have everything. 

“Let’s head to the station,” he mutters. “I’m not fucking hungry.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Adjusting the straps on your shoulder, you follow after him, locking your apartment door behind you. Neither of you speak the ride to the police station, because there is nothing to say.

Last night is already forgotten.

Not really.

.

Fiddling with your phone, you run a hand through your hair. You can’t describe the uneasiness, the nausea that swirls in your stomach for the first time in years. Whilst David had left in search of the owner of the home where the RV was parked, you are stuck at homebase. You rewind the tapes, watching the interrogation of Alex Jones. It’s ten hours worth of tape, worth of footage that can mean absolutely nothing and a waste of time, or be a breakthrough in the case. You scroll back as the police officers work outside your dark room.

You can hear them talking, the little tap-tap-tap of their keyboards or the sounds of them laughing at some little joke made in the break room and fight the impulse to scream.

When did you get so fucking tired? When did invisible weights chain you to a desk, make the remote effort of rewinding a task as you watch the footage reverse?

“Detective.”

You raise your head, turning only just enough to see Chemelinski standing at the door. That ugly artificial light streams in behind him and you squint at how bright it is outside the dark room. 

“We got something.”

“What?” You stand abruptly and black dots invade your vision as you blink, hand finding the back of the chair as casually as you can. Chemelinski keeps talking and you catch bits and pieces as you walk after him, knuckles brushing the wall just in case your legs decide to give out on you. “What’d the father say?”

“Something. I dunno if you got the sense to make it fit, but it’s something.” The older man opens the door to the interrogation room and you walk in, eyebrows knitting together. The father is sitting there in his grey cardigan, looking rather pathetic for himself, and you sit down.

“Good morning, father.” You lace your fingers on the table, sitting upright as Chemelinski closes the door. “Detective over here tells me you said something specific about the… the child abductor we found in your basement. Care to share it with me?”

“He was… waging a war against God.” One eyebrow rises as you send a glance to Chemelinski who clenches his jaw so visibly you wonder if his teeth are gonna crack. You return your gaze to the father who has yet to look at you. Leaning back into the chair, your hands roll into dragging fists over wood.

“Anything else? About how they were kidnapped or…”

“He said… he took them in daylight. Sometimes, more than one child at a time.”

“Great.” Your knuckles rapping against wood, you wait for anything else. Nothing. Prompting him will have to be the way to go. “Did he act alone? Did he ever mention any family, partners?”

“He said he had a family. He was suffering from a great loss.”

“That’s it?” A numb nod. You stand, the chair scraping against the scuffed floor and you send Chemelinski a foul glare. Blackness swarms your vision and you blink, trying to get rid of it before he notices. “Great. Thank you for your cooperation, father.” Opening the door, you adjust the handcuffs stuffed along the back of your belt and walk down the hall. Chemelinski follows after you but you ignore the detective in favour of jotting down what you’d learned and sending it in a text to David.

Child abductor — took them in daylight, more than one child at a time, had a family. Father decided to talk. 

Text me when you can. -xx

You pause, staring as the text goes through. XX. 

XX.

You hadn’t thought about it before you sent it. It was merely an instinct that took over you and hollows you out now as you stare at the letters. Two simple taps of the same little shape, but it means a world of things both of you buried. You pause in the hallway, staring at that tiny screen, the pixels forming the twenty-fourth letter of the alphabet. Chemelinski sends you a strange glance, passing by you, but you ignore him as you wait for his response.

I will. -D x

He replies in a manner that means he hasn’t forgotten either. You hold the phone tightly in your fist and lift your head to the ugly artificial light as if heaven has washed you in a golden glow. Leaning against the wall, you press the phone to your chest and suck in a breath, hoping that the wind will not whisk you away.

.

Heading to the candlelight vigil. Could be a lead. -D x

What makes you think that? -xx

I dont know. Just something I wish we had. Ill see you soon. -D x

Stay safe. -xx

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“Fuck.” 

You press the ice pack against the bruising on his shoulder, sniffing with a twitch of your nose as he let out a long, drawn out moan. The coloring isn’t bad; you assume the jacket got the brunt of the damage, but you are sure it’s gonna be worse tomorrow. 

“I should’ve been there for you,” you whisper, fingers brushing over the crisp gelled curls that fall into his eyes. He groans, leaning forward on his knees. The locker room is empty and you leave the ice pack on his shoulder for a second to get the elastic bandage and vitamin K cream. David lets out a huff as you return, moving the ice pack to unveil the red and purple.

“It’s fine. Shit.” Your fingers dipped in vitamin K cream, you smear it gently over the plane of his broad shoulder. “You couldn’t have known someone would’ve jumped onto me.”

“Yeah, but…” you trail off. You don’t know how to argue a point you are too tired to make. “How’s that feel?” you murmur, spreading a thin layer over his skin as he turns to watch your work. You wipe your hand of the excess and ask him to raise his arm a bit. Beginning to wrap his shoulder, you hum to yourself as you work.

“Too tight,” he occasionally says, or he’ll comment on the looseness of a certain round and you steadily make your progress. Forming a figure-eight pattern around his arm, shoulder, and chest, you murmur for him to take a deep breath before continuing. “Thank you,” he utters as you near the end of the elastic bandage. Your fingernails scratch against the fabric as you unfold a lip in the bandage.

“What for?” Grabbing elastic tape, you follow the same pattern to secure the bandage. The rip of the tape fills the silence David does not and you pause to look at him. “Loke.” The nickname feels fucking weird on your tongue. By David’s expression, he feels the same. He doesn’t even look at you as you smooth over the black tape.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“What do you mean?” You take hold of his arm, curling his hand into a fist to test bicep size. Sticking a finger beneath the bandage, you check for room and mobility. “Is it too tight?”

“No.”

“Okay, try moving it for me.” With your support, he eases into full mobility and you suppress a small smile. “Good.” You cross your arms and move to stand before him. “You need to get some sleep before the Captain calls you in.” 

“You don’t have to do this for me.”

Uncrossing your arms, you step forward and run your hands through his crisp hair. He looks up and, with you between his legs, rests his chin on your stomach. His fingers interlock on your back, his arms swathing you in the heat of his shower.

Your hands run down to his cheeks as you stare into his porcelain blue eyes, all at once so dark and fragile. Purple half-moons threaten to swallow up his eyes whilst you trace the hollows in his cheeks.

There is so much you have to say. So much you need to say. But you can’t. Not now. Not in the middle of this case. You know it’ll utterly destroy the pillars of what you two are if you do and you know he’s thinking the same thing.

Your eyes search his, and you sink down to a crouch before him. He looks so much older in your arms and you wonders if that is your fault, too. Your fingers drag from his cheek to the robin on his ribs and he lifts your inked hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles where you are marked.

“Get some rest, Loke. Go home and eat.” The words taste like blood and wine in your mouth, all at once bitter and sweet and sour. You draw away and his arms fall around you as your lips find the spot between his eyes. His eyelids flutter shut, and you wonder about many things that you can’t put a name to. “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Come with me.” He grabs your arm, fingers snagging your wrist and your gaze, torn from the door, lands on him. The shadows are there again, and he pulls you towards him. Your boots brush against the tile as you let him pull you between his legs. “Don’t stay here alone.”

“Loke—” Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, and the rough scratch of the bandage on one palm, the silky skin of his other, topple you from within. You remember once, once some version of you would straddle him right here and now and make him yours. When you had room inside your heart for childish little tricks and David and your work. How had you ever done it in the first place? “Loki.”

“Stay with me.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Your heart stops in your chest at the wide eyes, the marble of his cheeks. You can’t. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“We don’t do that shit,” you let out in a breath, tearing yourself away. He stands and you close your eyes as if that’ll stop the heat of him from enveloping you. Even so, David Loki has the body temperature of a nuclear radiator and you can sense him from a mile away. “David, I—” Your words ghost against blazing lips as he presses a severe kiss against your mouth. Your eyes open and you gasp, trying to breathe. He suffocates you, eyes squeezed shut. Urgent and desperate and pleading, his arms hold onto you as if the world will swallow you, take you away.

You wish to tell him that’ll never happen, so you do. Your arms loop around his neck on their own accord, your lips pushing back against his in an agonizing battle of your desire and his as you tug at his skin, fingers raking red over his back. Your palms flatten and touch the scars, tiny little things, the bullet hole from the heist in ‘08, the stabbing from the breaking and entering on Holder Street, some much older than that.

But then he pulls away, and your eyes open, cold air conditioned wind breathing against your burning skin as he tries to stop himself from kissing your aching mouth again.

He only succeeds on the second try. 

His eyes are shadowed with fear and anguish, and you close your eyes, You don’t want to see that again. Not again. You hate the feeling in the very core of who you are. It feels like a personal attack, a graverobber digging up a coffin you want to remain hidden as his hands, on your neck, slide to your waist and he leans forward to kiss your cheek. His breath whispers over your chin. His thumb brushes away smeared lipstick from the corner of your mouth and you press your lips together, desperate to hold it in. Your eyes search his face, soak in every little blemish as his forehead knocks into yours. 

His other hand plays with your wrist, gently pulling until your fingers interlock and he swallows, looking down at the chasm between you two. Your chests barely brush and yet you feel he is at one end of the world and you are at the other. You are at a stepping off point, and he sits on the other end of the lake.

The smell of him is everywhere, stale coffee and gum and Bearglove deodorant he buys whenever it’s on sale. You inhale sharply, softly, and all too quickly when your gazes meet. It catches in your throat, and you don’t know when your eyes began to burn but they do. His hand holds your face like a fragile little thing, and you find yourself grabbing at his arms, his waist, inked skin that runs for miles and scars that once gave you comfort and now give you heartbreak. You hold him because you are desperate and he holds you because he knows.

You beg, you beg him because you can read his mind and know his tongue, his eyes, his taste. You know his heat and wishes and darkest desires. It is why you cannot hear this — it’ll make it too real.

Do not break a broken thing, you plead. Do not stir up dust in the ruins of the dead. We know, we know, we know. We can live in denial. Don’t do it. Don’t, don’t, don’t— 

“I still love you,” he mumbles forlornly, deliberately, at last, and your breath rattles in your chest. The weight that lifts is only momentary before it slams into you and you rip your hands away, fingers burning from lightning. The words barely sink in before your mouth opens, the response so automatic you nearly let it slip out. But he doesn’t let you. He merely kisses your forehead, and his lips press into some sort of smile written in the language of heartbreak and tragedy. It’s a language you wish you didn’t know so well. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

He grabs his black pullover and shrugs his injured shoulder. You’re left standing there, lips barely parted and still pulsing from the heat of his kiss despite how much you want to yell at him, scream for him to stay for just a moment more.

I want to say it back. I want to. I want you. I will.

I can’t.

Your legs are frozen to tile as he pauses at the door. Your head dips, eyes slipping closed as hot wet tears stream down your nose. He’s waiting. You know he is. He waits for a thing you cannot give him once again.

“I love you,” he whispers again, and this time the words bounce across walls and lockers, metal and ceramic before it reaches your hollow heart. The door swings open and shut.

You wonder how you can patch a broken heart with the very thing that broke it.

.

“Are you serious? Loki and I specifically said that we need surveillance on this guy.” It’s a bright 8 AM when you spit these words, collar twisted in your fist. “I know you’re stretched thin, but you gotta keep your word.” Your other hand grips a cup of steaming coffee you want to throw into the man’s face. Instead, you toss the dog collar onto his desk and hope the poison in your voice is enough.

“You said he was innocent.”

“And we also said we wanted surveillance on him. Look, you could’ve called either one of us. We’re a team for a reason. I could’ve went out and kept an eye on him. This was a stupid mistake, and I don’t want this to happen again.” You lean forward, fingers digging into the wood as you make sure the Captain is nearly shitting his pants.  “You fucking know how important this case is to the both of us. Don’t fuck it up again.”

“What do you want?”

“You think we can do something different, tell us.”

“Detective, when’s the last time you slept?”

“Unimportant. We need to know where everyone is.” You slam your hand hard against the desk and the pens clatter before you straighten up, taking a long pull of your coffee.

“Point made.”

“Good. Communication lines—” You gesture between yourself and the Captain— “need to be open. I’m gonna work on finding the guy. Communication. You have my number.” Whipping around, you brush past your… the man who had confessed feelings he shouldn’t have and you sigh, leaning against the wall farther down the hall. You suck down the rest of your coffee, the warmth of it chilling your stomach.

He’s in a foul mood, you know, and you’re sure it’s about the dead dog you found last night. Or it could be the fact that you slept in a motel last night. TBD. 

You hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep last night. You had sweated and tried sleeping naked, then got too cold and the covers hadn’t been enough. You tried to blame it on the shitty heater in the motel, but your body ached in a way you had only known to happen once before so you’d instead gone out for a late night stroll around the block to jog out the energy. 

In the break room, you find it empty and you sigh, opening the fridge to check for food that hasn’t been claimed. Nothing. There’s a stack of icecream, but you’ll eat that later. Slamming the door shut, you catch your warped reflection in the metal. Your eyes are sunken and red, purple smearing your skin like someone punched you right in the sockets and your skin is dull and weepy. You gently probe at the swollen eyebags, tossing your coffee into the trash.

“Morning.” Spinning around, you spot him leaning against the door, hands shoved in his pockets. Concern is etched onto his face, but so is every hour he didn’t have as sleep.

“Good morning.”

Your eyes drift back to the trash can. You’d rather get tossed into a dumpster then face him right now. “I have… work to do.” You fucking hate this. No matter how much you try, you know that if your eyes meet his for even a split second, you won’t be able to control what happens next.

“Yeah, so do I.”

And you walk past him as if he means nothing. As if he does not stare holes into your back. As if you will not seek him out later because the two of you are moths and flames, gold to a thief, the moon and ocean, an inexplicable pull that defies the laws of every science.

.

“You’re only three hours into the tape.” 

The man whips around in the office chair and you cross your arms, the corner of your mouth twitching. He turns around, pressing his face into his fingers as you walk into the dark room. You can see the tapes he’s watching, the ones you’ve obsessed over, and you blink, nose twitching at the sight of Alex Jones.

“You know this shit well,” he mutters. You place a hand on his injured shoulder, you don’t feel the foam padding but he stiffens and not from the pain. Cramps crawl up your arm and your fingers roll into a fist when you peel yourself off of him. “Fuck. I don’t… I don’t know if there’s something there that I’ve missed or—”

“You get any sleep last night?”

“Did you?”

Silence. He runs a hand over his face, leaning into his chair and you look down at him. All hard lines and soft edges, you want to touch him even though you know you’ll burn.

“Why’d you say it?” you ask softly. He doesn’t turn to look at you and you wrap yourself in your arms, squeezing hard enough as a reminder. “We agreed.”

“I know. I know, but— ”

“Detectives.” The two of you spring apart like you’re highschoolers caught fucking at prom and David digs a finger into his swollen eyes. He looks as fucking tired as you feel. “You’ve got a call.”

Sighing, he pauses the tape. “Right. Fuck, you… you don’t have to go.” You step back to give him room, and when he stands, you hate how much he towers over you. Hate how much you want to tell him he’s wrong. But instead, you nod.

“I’ll stay. You, go.” 

Your eyes meet for just the briefest of seconds and he blinks hard. Running a hand over his mouth and chin, he nods and turns to go.

He’s muzzling himself. You hate it when he fucking does this, but now, you can’t do shit about it. Words that threaten to spill out of your mouth slam against your lips as you watch him leave, and you sit down where he did mere minutes ago, the warmth of him still lingering like a mist, a cloak.

You pretend you can’t think about him anymore. Love is not for men and women like you.

.

He goes to Value Mall every week, buys different sizes for kids -D x

Pays with cash, messes with mannequins. Gave her both our numbers. -D x

Thought I should let you know. -D x

I know. Thanks. -xx

Alright. I can go to a motel or whatever. -D x

No it’s okay. I wouldn’t mind if you were there -xx

.

David crawls into bed with you for the first time in more than twenty-four hours. His back presses against yours tentatively and you turn, the sheets twisting around your legs. Your arm wraps around his waist, eyes closing. His heart thuds underneath your ear, an echo that fits into the hollow of your ribs.

Peace lasts for two hours before you’re done pretending trying to sleep. For lunch, you grab a coffee from the cart near the hospital on the way to the station.

You don’t talk about what he said, pretend it never happened in some unspoken agreement, but you can read it in his eyes every time he thinks you’re not looking. You wonder if things were different, would he have told you still? Or would he have doomed himself to silence forever instead?

The answer to your question is ashes in your mouth.

tags: @woah-jess @jenlrose @mytinybaguette @arcaneloki

#fic: 1996 #prisoners #prisoners 2013 #detective loki #detective loki x reader #detective loki imagine #detective loki x you #detective loki x y/n #detective loki fanfiction #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfiction #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal x yn #jake gyllenhaal x y/n #my writing

[waterloou]

For @riverdalebingo ‘s bingo, coffee shop au

And because I love @s-s-southsideserpentine ‘s oc ruthie and my oc Romeo together I decided why not.

Fair warning: the only thing canon or riverdale about this fic is the town, the Fogarty last name, and the mention of sweet pea. Everything else is not canon. ✨

Fandom: riverdale

Word count: 3142

Pairing: OC X OC

Rating: T (mentions of drinking and smoking)

Romeo Fogarty sighed as he opened up the coffee shop. His boss, Irene, had gone on vacation and left him in charge in the mornings. It wasn’t a big job. His first customer was there as soon as he unlocked the doors, arms stacked with books, backpack bulging, hair mussed and eyes carrying dark circles beneath.

He offered to help her, but she politely declined, dumping her items on the corner table, and approaching the front, eyeing the confections.

“What’ll it be today?” He asked after a few moments. She looked up, slightly startled.

“Uh, chocolate chip bagel? With the largest cup of coffee you have.” She pulled out a few bucks.

He chuckled, “coming right up. Any particular kind of coffee?”

“Surprise me.”

“Alright then. Here’s your total, I’ll bring it to you when it’s done.” She handed him the total and he gave her change, their fingers lightly brushing.

“Thanks” She pocketed the change and went to sit down.

“You look familiar”

“I guess it’s one of those faces.”

“I’ve definitely seen you somewhere. You know the Fogartys?”

“Yeah” she looked at him cautiously, “I’m friends with Dante.”

“Ohhh,” He chuckled, “Ruthie, I remember.”

“Yeah…?”

“I’m his cousin, Romeo. We met a bit ago, not too sure you’d remember.” her shoulders relaxed.

“Oh, I’ve heard about you…”

“Cool…” there was an awkward pause, before the two went back to their tasks. He had remembered Dante complaining about how his coffee always had cinnamon in it.

He added a dash of creamer and sprinkled some cinnamon on top. He plated it with the bagel, cream cheese in a side cup, and set it in front of her.

“Thanks” She took a sip, eyes widening as she looked down at her coffee, “cinnamon?” He shrugged, and walked back to the counter. As the day went on, she stayed at the table, growing more stressed as she mulled over her stacks of work.

Other customers filtered in and out, the shop experiencing different levels of crowdedness.

During low foot traffic, he took his break, grabbing two mugs of coffee and a spare bagel from the cabinet. He dropped them both at her table, “on the house”

“Oh no I couldn’t-“

“On the house” he gave a slight wave, bringing his cup to his lips as he walked outside, soaking up the mid afternoon sun.

Dante Fogarty showed up a few minutes later, nodding a greeting at his cousin, before he entered the store.

The taller man sat down across from his friend, tapping his fingers on the table, “Hey mamas “ he smiled. Ruthie looked up and a wide grin spread across her face.

“You fucker, didn’t tell me you were coming down” she punched his arm lightly.

“I wanted to surprise you. Sweets said school was rough on ya. Gotta check on Fangs anyways.”

“How’d you figure out where I was?”

“Sweets and Romeo said you were here”

“Romeo?” She looked outside,”oh yeah, him”

“You’ve definitely met him before, but you were also definitely high”

Ruthie’s eyes widened, “oh no”

“Oh yes” he chuckled, “it was a wild night”

“Oh god” she ran her hand over her face and groaned. Dante reached for her bagel and took a bite.

“Hey!”

“I haven’t eaten-“

“Get your own-“ he grabbed her coffee and took a sip, before making a disgusted face, “oh fuck why do you like cinnamon in this shit?” He set it back down, taking another bite of her bagel. She yanked it out of his hand and stuffed half of it in her mouth.

“You look ridiculous”

“You shouldn’t steal my food then” she garbled through her full mouth and flipped him off.

“I come here to surprise my best friend and this is the treatment I get?” He raised a brow at her.

“Tomorrow. I’ll hang out tomorrow. I’d love to see you but I need to study. Exams are next week”

“Take a break”

“No, I already have sweets at the Abrejos, my job isn’t until later tonight-“

“Ruthless” he rested a hand on her notes, “take a break”

“You’re not gonna let me get any work done are you-DANTE” he took her computer and a textbook and rushed out the door. She hurriedly shoved her papers in her bag and ran out after him, cussing him out as he laughed.

Romeo watched the two as they grew smaller and smaller, chuckling to himself, before he headed in.

At her table, rested her computer charger, and a few pens and papers. He gathered them up and placed them in his bag. Hopefully she’d come back or he’d just give them to Dante that night.

-

The next morning, Ruthie came in, looking a little more exhausted than she did the day before, dressed in ripped jeans and an overly large sweatshirt that nearly engulfed her frame.

“You catch Dante?” He asked, getting her bagel and coffee ready.

“Eventually. Man has fuckin stilts for legs. I’ll have-“ he held up his hand.

“Chocolate chip bagel and cinnamon coffee?? Hazelnut creamer?” He paused, “Dante told me how you like it. It’s on the house” he placed them in her hands, their fingers brushing against each other again. His fingers felt all tingly and warm as he pulled them back, a small smile sliding onto his face.

“Thanks” she went back to her table and brought her laptop out. She looked at the food hesitantly, and sniffed the bagel.

“Dante hasn’t been putting you up to this, has he?”

“Why would he make me do his dirty work?” He chuckled, “he’d much rather do that himself”

She nodded, and took a bite.

He reached into his bag and took out what she’d left yesterday.

He placed them on the table in front of her and sat across from her.

“Thanks. Again.”

“It’s nothing. Do you need any help? With anything?” She looked up, her gaze cautious.

“Uh.” She looked at her notes, and then back at him.

“I’m ok” he nodded, and got up.

“I’ll let you know, though”

-

Ruthie ran her hand through her hair for what felt like the hundredth time during the hour, her brain feeling like static and not absorbing anything. She sighed, and closed her textbook, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

A loud laugh rang through the coffee shop, and Angel Abrejo entered through the door, bumping elbows with Romeo.

Romeo did have a nice smile, and kind eyes, she thought, her eyes lingering on him. He seemed like a nice guy, she rested her chin on her hand.

He made eye contact, and waved, she waved back, and went back to staring blankly at her computer.

Soon, someone sat across from her. She looked up to see him.

“Hey”

“Hey”

He folded his hands together, her eyes resting on them.

“You ok? You seem a little stressed”

“Uh, Yeah, Just. Exams. You know, stressful.”

“Need a break? I was gonna head over to Ignacio’s. Angel can watch your stuff” he nodded to the shorter man waiting for his coffee.

“Uh,” she thought for a moment, “you know what? Sure, that sounds great”

“Awesome” he flashed her a grin before going over to talk to angel, who waved at her.

-

The two walked down the road, the cold biting at Ruthie’s nose. She shivered and pulled her jacket closer around her. Romeo’s fingers fiddled at the ends of his jacket as he glanced over at her every once in a while.

As they walked into the bodega, they were greeted with a rush of warm air and loud mariachi music.

“Hola Ignacio!”

“Hola! Ah! Romeo!” The small, old man greeted jovially from the front desk. “Aye! Ruthie! Que tal?”

“Good! And you!”

“Bien!” He smiled.

“On me” Romeo whispered, “choose whatever you like”

“I couldn’t-“

“I gotchu, don’t worry bout it” he winked, before heading to the cold section. Ruthie looked around, and grabbed the gummy colas next to her.

Romeo moved past her, jarrito in hand, and grabbed a bag of salt and vinegar chips. She headed to the fridge section and took one of the orange jarritos before heading to the front.

“You ready?” Romeo called, walking up to her.

“Yeah”

“Cool.”

Ignacio smiled and rang them up, slipping Romeo pack of slims ‘for Maria’

“Ignacio, she not into you”

“I just want to treat the woman right!”

“Keep these.” He slid them back

“Aye! I’ll ask CD”

“She’s not gonna accept them from him” he chuckled, taking the bag, “adios!”

The older man grumbled, snatching the pack back.

“How long has he been in love with Maria?” Ruthie asked as they left, uncapping her soda, “a decade now?”

“Dante reckons it’s been longer” he took a long gulp of his soda.

“Yeah” she watched as the condensation of the bottle trickled over the tips of his fingers.

“You like cola candies, huh?” He asked, handing her the bag.

“Yeah” she ripped it open and popped one in her mouth, “shits good.”

“You know, I’ve never tried one.”

“Oh you’ve got to!” She pulled one out and placed it in her hand, her hands tingling after she pulled away.

He chewed it thoughtfully.

“What’s the verdict?”

“Not too bad,” he smiled at her, “definitely fitting”

“How?”

“Unexpected, but nice. Really nice”

They walked back to the coffee shop, this time, taking the longer route. Conversation flowed easier and Ruthie found herself grinning so wide she thought her cheeks would split.

“Man, wish you’d been at more Fogarty parties” she laughed.

“You and me both. Last one wasn’t too bad…”

“Dante told me. I’m so sorry that was your first impression-“

“Nah, you were a great addition to the party. How could I forget that laugh?” He chuckled

“Oh god I probably sounded maniacal”

“It was much needed. The boys were too quiet.”

They got to the shop and he opened the door for her.

Angel was sitting at the table, sipping his coffee and typing something on his phone.

“Aye!” He looked up.

“Finally you’re here. Did you get lost?”

“Distracted”

“Sure, aight” he got up.

“Thanks”

“Nothin to it” he bumped Ruthie’s arm lightly and raised his brows at Romeo. Romeo just shrugged and ruffled his hair.

“Aye! Watch the hair” Angel smacked his hand away and walked out, not before throwing a mock rude gesture, which Romeo discreetly returned back.

“Just lemme know if you need anything, aight?”

Ruthie nodded, “will do”

-

Ruthie was first at the shop the next day, her coffee and food sitting out for her.

“On the house” Romeo waved her hand away as she tried to give him the total.

“You’re not gonna let me pay again, are you?”

“Any friend of Dante is a friend of mine” he shrugged, “also, new blend, something Irene wanted to try, thought you’d like it” he winked, and went back to setting up the cases.

By the late afternoon, Ruthie was asleep at her table, head resting across an arm that had gone numb awhile ago, hand hanging off the table, and hair everywhere. She felt a light tap on her hand and jolted awake, to see Romeo sitting across from her, orange soda and cola gummies in hand.

“Hmm?” She sat up, her arm feeling tingly as it regained feeling, and her hair sticking to parts of her face via dried drool. She wiped her mouth with a spare napkin and looked over to Romeo, who seemed to be watching her fondly.

“I’ve been informed to tell you you’ve been invited to a Fogarty family dinner, minus abuela and my dad.”

“When is it?” She yawned, scratching her head.

“In about two hours, but you know how busy it’s gonna get” he laughed, setting the snacks down.

“I’ll walk you there. I’ll even carry your books.”

She chuckled, “What a gentleman”

“I try”

-

On the short walk to the Fogarty house, he shouldered her bag, making light, fun conversation up until they approached the door.

A little girl came running out and hugged her around the legs.

“Daisy!” She lifted the girl up and kissed her cheek.

Dante was out soon after, holding out his arms. Ruthie went to give him a hug, but he plucked his niece out of her grasp.

“You get to see her all the time” she sighed, exasperated as he cradled the little girl to his chest, kissing her hair.

“Daisy likes me best, right daisy?”

“RUTHLESS” she stretched her arms out.

“Aha!” Ruthie took her back, and propped her on her hip, sticking her tongue out at her best friend.

“Is that Ruthie?!” A loud noise came from inside, before a man came rushing out and wrapped her in a tight embrace.

“Hey CD!”

“SQUISH!” Daisy whined

“Romulus if you crush my niece-“ Dante started, before the man backed off.

“Aight aight, no need to pull out the full name”

Romeo snickered.

“Eyyy Romeo!” CD gave him a quick hug before aiming a punch at Dante’s arm and running to hide behind a tired looking Spyder, standing at the door. He nodded his head at Ruthie and she mimicked him, earning a small smile, before he pushed CD in the house.

“Let’s go in before anyone else comes out, or you’ll never enter”

-

The young adults had wandered to a common hangout spot in the woods, laughing and sharing liquor bottles as blunts and cigs hung lightly between their fingers, the smoke lazily wrapping around their wrists.

They all settled into the beat up leather couches, warn by weather, in merry joy as they reminisced on old memories, and caught up on each other’s lives.

“I’m hungry” CD whined, his stomach groaning.

“Me too, actually” Angel added, leaning back against the couch.

“Who wants to go get food? Nose goes!” CD pressed a wobbly finger to his nose, the rest followed.

“RUTHLESSSSSSSS YOU ARE THE LOSERRRRRRR” He cackled as Ruthie was the last one to press her finger to her nose. She laughed and took a swig from her bottle.

“I’ll go with you” Romeo smiled and got up, holding his hand out for her. She grinned back brilliantly at him and pulled herself up, nearly crashing into him, only to be stopped by a gentle grip on her arms.

“You good?”

“Just wobbly” she giggled, and righted herself.

“All Good now though.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the spot, ignoring the wolf whistles directed at them.

As they walked down the dark road, dimly lit by the stuttering street lights, Ruthie chatted on and on about little things, swinging their connected arms until she stumbled.

He caught her, “You ok?”

She nodded, taking a breath.

“lillllll drunk” Ruthie giggled, leaning against his arm.

“We’ll get you some water and coffee then”

“Mmmm coffee.” She hummed and started swinging their arms again, turning her forehead to rest on his shoulder, “I like coffee”

“I’d hope so, you drink it as much as I do”

“Do you ever get tired of it?”

“Nah”

“Me neither.”

-

Once they’d gotten their snacks, Ruthie had downed her cup of coffee in two gulps and had moved on to stuffing gummies in her mouth.

On their way back, she’d managed to get through the whole bag and on to her water.

“Slow down, Ruthie” Romeo rested a hand on her shoulder as she gulped down more of her water, “you’re gonna get sick.”

She stopped, and handed him her water, before pulling a hair tie off her wrist and sticking it in her mouth, before pulling her messy hair back, taking the tie, and wrapping it around her ponytail.

“Just in case”

“Just in case”

He handed her the water back, their hands brushing against each other. She immediately laced her fingers through his.

“You know, you’ve made studying fun”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re really nice. Not many guys are nice without a catch.”

“People deserve to be respected. And my family obviously loves you. My family is yours.”

“Well, maybe something different” she mumbled, too low for him to hear.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s get back to the group-“

“Can we stop for a second?” She wobbled slightly, “dizzy”

“Sure”

They moved over to the side of the road, facing the dark field, and sat. Ruthie pressed her forehead against his shoulder again, pressing her eyes shut, her hand still grasping his. She took some deep breaths.

“Do you need me to take you home? I can bring them food after, if you’re not feeling ok.” She squeezed his hand, and nodded.

“Let’s just stay here for a minute.”

“Whatever you need,”

They sat in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the Southside, peaceful.

“Ok” Ruthie breathed, “I think we’re good” she lifted her head to look at him. Her tired eyes strayed to his lips, before she looked away and got up. He followed suit, and the two walked slowly to the trailer park. She’d let out an occasional giggle and fall back into the chatty mood she was in earlier, talking about anything and everything.

As they got to her door, she threw her arms around him, holding him tight.

“You’re very nice” she mumbled into his shirt. He chuckled, and patted her back. As they pulled away, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Make sure to drink some water.”

“I know the drill.” She smiled,

“Well, I should be getting back” he pulled out his phone, which vibrates with Dante’s name on the screen.

“See you tomorrow?”

“I have my test.”

“Then stop by the shop, I’ll make something special to celebrate”

“Sounds like a plan”

“Get some good rest, best of luck!” He waved before answering the phone, holding it away as a booming voice sounded from it.

“Aye! Calmate, she wasn’t feelin good so I brought her home-yes I’m comin back-yes I have the food-ach-Stop whinin”

She watched him until he turned the corner, before she went inside.

-

The next day, around mid afternoon, Ruthie walked into the coffeeshop, looking less stressed, the dark circles under her eyes a little lighter, and her curls lively.

“You look nice” Romeo smiled, leaning against the counter, “How’d it go?”

“Better than expected...so, I was promised something special?”

“Ahh, yes” he pulled out a bag of snickerdoodles, chocolate chip bagel, and a large coffee cup.

“Cinnamon coffee with hazelnut creamer, a bagel, and Abuela’s famous snickerdoodles” he set them in front of her before looking around for his boss, “on the house” he leaned in, whispering with a wink.

“Thank you.”

“You worked hard, you earned it”

As he was about to turn away, Ruthie placed a hand on his arm.

“Wait,”

“Yeah?”

“You free tomorrow?”

His face split into a big grin, and she could feel hers doing the same.

“What did you have in mind?”

#riverdale oc #oc: ruthie soh peterson #oc: romeo fogarty #my oc #court oc #riverdale fic #coffeeshop au #riverdale bingo #riverdale #sweet pea #fangs fogarty #spyder del rio #romulus cd rhodes #romeo x ruthie #romie #dante fogarty #daisy cariña #angel abrejo #write

[ultraklll]

Tony Miller as a Gun For Hire! Tagged by the lovely @envyfelled ! Ty! This was super fun! Also, I'm on mobile, so sorry for the garbo formatting! (Fun fact, tonys voice claim is laura bailey as fiona/fem!boss)

Paired With Fangs For Hire:

Boomer - "Heya buddy!" followed by excessive scratching behind the ears | "Fuckin' love this dog, can sniff out a peggie like shark sniffing out blood. Good trait to have! Awfully convenient too…" | [patpatapatptpataptap] | "Atta fuckin' boy Boomer!" When she sees him get a kill | "Who's a good boy! Who wants to kill some cultists!" | "Wanna play fetch? Rip out their necks?"

Peaches - "Good girl…" | stealth gang stealth gang | peaches: mows down peggies/tony: a baby!" | "I jus' think it's funny that when we went to the Henbane, we picked up a cougar, Addie, an actual cougar, Peaches, and joined a crew called the Cougars… Just'a thought," 

Cheeseburger - "This reminds me'a Vegas pride, saw plenty'a bears there too" | "Kinda ironic to find you in Jacob's region, all things considered," [snickers to herself] | [PATPATPATPATPATPAT] | "Get outta my pockets! These snacks are mine, not yours!" | "You remind me of those like, beware of dog signs, but the dog is always a sweetheart who'd rather play with a home invader rather than attack them," 

Paired With Other Guns For Hire:

Jess - stealth gang stealth gang stealth gang | Jess has a MASSIVE crush on Tony. Everyone can tell. Tony knows | jess: guns are fucking lame and the sniper rifle is the cowards weapon/ tony: uses a sniper rifle/ jess: actually sniper rifles are cool as fuck | "Good shot Jess!" "S-shit, um, thanks, Tony," 

Grace - sniper gang sniper gang!! | [steals a headshot Grace was lining up] "Cmon Gracie, thought you were meant to be Olympic level!" | highly competitive, do a shot whenever they get a perfect headshot to die instantly | smug top solidarity | also heavily depressed solidarity 

Adelaide - [acts like she's not sleeping with her nephew even tho Addie knows she definitely knows] | Tony is either constantly laughing or constantly face palming over the shit addie says | have gotten into an argument once bc addie said john was a top 

Nick - "What's up eye in the sky?" | [flirts over radio] [flirts over radio] [flirts over radio] [fli | Nick: speaks/Tony: god I just love the way you fucking talk | often talk about kim together | "Can we have a barbecue at your place once these fuckers are dealt with?" | [pretends not to be bitter the Deputy got to help deliver Carmina and not her]

Sharky - "Heya baby!" | [constant back and forth flirting. It's embarrassing] | any second they're both not talking is a second they're making out | Can and Will go john wick on some peggy ass if he gets hurt badly | "Do you wanna have a sleepover?" "Lemme ask my momma," | she calls him Charlie :> | loves him so so much they're just constantly talking about anything and everything | literally like A Comedic Duo. Have together for certified funnies

Hurk jr. - "Junior! This'll be just like Kyrat!" | competitions about who can shotgun a beer faster every 4 seconds | WILL tell you stories about their time in Kyrat together | Tony has punched Drubman sr in the nose before and she'll do it again | "Hey Tony? You still in contact with Ajay?" "He sends me a royal postcard every now n' then. Apparently it's boring being king, and his only solace is that his new bodyguard is cute," 

In Combat: 

Seeing an enemy - "Fucker in my sights," | "I got a bullet with your name on it… actually I don't, who the fuck has time to carve names in bullets, but you get the idea- im just gonna shoot you now" | "You're dead on arrival, shithead," 

Sneaking - "You'd think me sneaking is counter productive because I'm 6'4 and have a very loud gun, but you're the boss Dep," | "Shhhh… we're huntin' shitheads… Heard it in a game," | [shoots alarm boxes] "You ain't allowed to call your friends, you're all grounded," | *peggy triggers alarm* "Fuckin snitch!" 

Killing an enemy - "SKULLCRACKER!" | "I just don't miss!" | just fucking headshot after headshot after headshot | [sucks in breath through teeth] "God damn I'm good," | when shes not using her Wifle (wife rifle, a 45/70) she's being FUCKING EFFICIENT with her ak-ms or just blasting ribcages open with her shotgun

Reviving - "Up you get, baby," | "You ain't dying on me that easy, Dep" | "Not today Satan!" | "You gonna let some unwashed asshole kill you?" 

Hurt - "Motherfucker!" | "That's another scar I'll tattoo over," | "Thank god people find scars sexy," | "God fuck that's smarts!" 

Downed - "Dep! Give me a hand?" | "Clean up on Aisle 4 needed!" | "Don't worry about me, just bleeding out over here, no rush," 

Revived - "Drinks on me when this is over Dep," | "Thanks babe!" | "I'll kiss you when we get outta this mess," | "I owe ya!"

Driving: 

Entering a vehicle - "Lemme take over I'm a way better driver than you," | "Floor it!" | "Hang on I've got a mixtape, just hope I havent fuckin' crushed it," | [takes the opportunity to roll cigs] | *peggies roll up* "Keep her steady!" [leans out the window and headshots the peggie on their ass, causing them to crash the car, like that isnt the coolest shit you've ever seen] "Aight cool,"

Reckless Driving - "Watch the fuckin' road asshole!" | [desperately tryna grip the wheel so she can take over driving] | "STOP THE CAR! I'LL JUST FUCKING WALK!" | "Are you tryna kill us?! Fuckin' swap seats now!" | tony is the designated driver bc one she's fucking good at it and two shes also a really bad backseat driver. Just let her drive 

Changing Radio Stations - "Now don't tell Charlie I said this but some of the peggies music is actually good,"| "John's a prick but his music taste is fuckin' good," | [punches radio in when Only You comes on] "...Sorry… Force'a habit…" | "Bold and brave my ass, John looks like he needs help getting spiders out of rooms and wears fuzzy pink bathrobes," 

Idle: 

"Man, John's a freak, and yeah I mean that in the sexy way. Someone who demands so much outward control whilst being a shithead little brat likes to get trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey and stuffed like one too. Don't give me that look Dep, I'm right and we both know it," 

"That dude Jacob ate was called Miller?? God, that could've been me if I was much older and way uglier!" 

"Faith just makes me fuckin sad man. She's been manipulated and groomed into this life by fuckin Joseph- she's so goddamn young too. I'm not gonna tell you what to do Dep, but that's just my two cents,"

"Joseph's the worst kind of man- a manipulator. He tells you what you wanna hear, targets the misfortunate who have nothing left to lose, builds a fucking army out of em. The other heralds I'm ok with arresting, but Joseph's got to go,"

[Lights cig with either her fancy lighter or by striking a match on the bottom of her shoe] "Don't start smoking, Dep,  bad for your health," 

Location Specific: 

Testy Festy Aftermath - [pinches bridge of nose] "Not again…" | "Anyone got a water and like, 3 aspirin?" | "Ain't the first time I've woke up passed out in a field, won't be the last," | "Did we at least get a photo from the night? I've won the competitions here for the last 3 years in a row now, I'm not fuckin missing one cuz of these peggies," 

Falls End - "Fuckin shame to see Falls End like this, but Mary May and Jerome will take good care of her now weve got it back, they always do," | "Think we'll get free drinks for life at the Spread Eagle when this is all over? Actually, we probably won't even get free drinks for week, so for life is wishful thinking," | she enjoys playing with the singing fish on the front of the speed eagle and keeps tryna convince Mary May to let her take it for herself bc tony goddamn miller has the biggest singing fish collection in the entire county 

Seed Ranch - *loud whistle* "this place is swanky as fuuuuck… Not that big a fan of all the dead animals though…" | "IS THAT WEED ON THE TABLE? Johnny boy you fuckin' hypocrite!" | "Oh he's definitely got a secret room behind one of these bookshelves, like a home torture room? Oh my God, what if he has more than one...?" [starts frantically pulling books off shelves] | regarding his shelves with peggie memorabilia [takes baseball bat to it] | [pretends she's never been here as she frantically stuffs any of her own belongings she might've forgotten here into her bag]

Entering the Henbane - "Don't trust a goddamn thing you see here. You think you see something you're not supposed to, hit it," | [swinging at bliss induced angel/animal/faith visions] | "Can we try savin' Faith? Don't feel right killin' her, she's so young…" | "Can we go to Sharky's place? I left some stuff there that could be worth picking up,"

Hope County Jail - "Sheriff Whitehorse has always been a good man to me, Dep. Would appreciate it if he lived through this," | "I always feel like a giant whenever I come here, everyones like 5'3. Virgil, Tracey, Charles, all shortasses," | "I think it's cute they gave you a little pin! You're part of their Pride now! Or whatever the cougar equivalent is to a lions pride… do Cougars even travel in packs? Aside from when Addie used take the girls out for drinks,"

Entering the Whitetails - "Always feels like something's watchin' you in these woods. Keep your eyes peeled," | "Always felt like there's something in these woods that there ain't supposed to be…" | [Shifting from foot to foot] "Can we get a move on? Aint'a big fan of standing around waitin' to get shot by some fuckin' sniper with a bow," | [watching Jacob's video punishing Pratt] "I'll fuckin' get you outta here, Stace… you just gotta hold out a second longer," | [about all the dead bodies and 'you are meat' graffiti] "Love what Jacob's done with the place," 

The Wolfs Den - "Eli Palmer is a good fuckin man. Kind, smart, careful and ruthless against peggies. We've made a good friend here, Dep," | "Heya Wheaty! Got a few more vinyls for your collection! They're all my own though, so be careful with em," | "I don't think Tammy likes you that much Dep. I don't think she likes much of anything anymore, other than attaching jumper cables to Peggy's nipples… Oh god, my piercings hurt thinking about it," 

Joseph's Island - [hand firmly on rifle grip] | "Creepy, evil motherfucker, had him pegged right from the start. Well, not pegged. I'm not pegging Joseph. I'd rather stick my dick in a ceiling fan then go anywhere near him- I'm just gonna stop talking," | "You know what? No one else has asked it so I'm gonna- where the fuck does Joseph sleep.  In the church? In one of these houses? In the dirt somewhere? What if he hangs upside down from trees like a bat?" 

#shut up mof #oc: tony #long post #ty miles!!! #this was really helpful actually was super fun thinking about tony being a gun for hire #amd got to help me with writing her

[tnystrk-exe]

Learning to Live 2

Tony Stark X Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Come on babygirl.” Tony pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. He had made you sit on the kitchen counter and trapped you in by standing between your legs. “Move in with me sweetheart. This big house gets lonely without you. You’ve been thinking about this forever.” He shifted to give you a kiss.

The faint taste of bourbon and a cigarette sticked around when he pulled away. “It’s only been two months, Tones.”

“Two months too long,” he complained, resting his head against your chest. The dreams were getting worse. Keeping you and Ro close was priority. “We can have a family Christmas. Haven’t had a good one of those since 91.”

“Tones, we’ve had good Christmas’s for six years.”

“Okay you saw through that, but honey, just say yes. All of this jumping between houses is just wasting our time.” Tony couldn’t work on his suits at your home. Sure you had offered to let him make a lab, but if he was over at yours work wasn’t on his mind.

“What’s got you in such a rush Tony?” You asked curiously. “You never sleep and you’re on Mark what? 20?”

“42,” he corrected quietly. “At least I’m working on it.”

“Tones,” you sighed, “You’re working yourself to the bone. It’s not good for you.” Though it was expected Tony went out through the wringer not too long ago. “Talk to me, you’re stressed.”

“I’m not,” he shook his head, “I’m fine.”

“You only smoke when you’re stressed or stuck. Given how many suits you’ve made since New York, you’re definitely not stuck.”

Ro and Dominic screamed as they chased one another through the house. Tony looked up quickly, a cold panic spread through him. It took a second for him to be pulled back to reality. “...I’ve been having some really messed up dreams. In those dreams bad things happen to the people I care about. I can’t sleep, YN. Sleeping and me that just isn’t happening. That’s time wasted when I can be building to protect the two people I’m not sure I could live without.”

“Tones, we’re fine. We’re safe.” You reassured him, making him look at you. “You need to take care of yourself.”

“We thought we were safe.” His eyes showed you more fear than you thought he would ever be capable of showing. “We don’t know what’s up there. I can’t rest until I know I did whatever it took for you and Ro.”

“Is that why you’re so stuck on us moving in?”

“I do want you two around, even without this hanging over me. Though, you’re right, there’s no denying it, it would be easier to keep the two of you safer here.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “We’ll move in.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. On a stipulation.”

“Anything.”

“You have to start taking care of yourself and none of this lemme wait until she’s asleep and sneak out when we go to bed.”

“You’ve noticed,” he stated.

You laughed, “Of course. Tony, you don’t exactly know how to do subtle. I even notice those mornings were you sneak into bed and act like you woke up when the alarm goes off. I was just seeing how long it took until you talked to me, honey. You carry around a lot of weight on your own. You don’t need to do this all on your own.”

“.....I’ve been drowned, beat, stuck in a desert with no pain killer, that was annoying...there’s too many things to count,” he sighed, shaking his head, “Up there? That’s worse than anything. Everything.”

There was a rare glimpse of fear in Tony’s eyes when he spoke. You weren’t even sure if you had seen it at all in the past couple of years. Tony was strong, defiant, and behind that lingered a self doubt that would probably always remain. Never fear. “Tony...”

Tony opened his mouth before the kid’s conversation by the piano distracted him. To tell the truth it was getting too much for him. Their innocent conversation was a nice distraction from the hell in his head. “Didn’t you have a crush on Ruby?” Dominic asked, making his Hulk toy fight Ro’s Captain America.

“Yeah! But she moved schools. So now I just have a crush on you,” Ro stated simply, “You’re cute, I think.”

“Oh, thanks! That’s cool we have crushes on each other! I don’t wanna be your boyfriend because then we have to be married and get jobs. And that’s boring. But maybe later when we’re bigger.”

“Yeah, I don’t want you to be my boyfriend either.”

“And here everyone thought they were safe from the Starks for a while,” Tony mused.

“Well, they got to the marriage talk before us.” The two of you would talk later. You could tell what you got was as much as he’d give right now.

“Nope, we got there pretty quickly. You’re already all mine in holy phony matrimony.”

“Then that means you’re all mine.”

“Always. May have to change that to a legally binding status sometime. I think I’d like to keep you around.” He leaned forward to drop a kiss on your cheek. “So when are we going to start moving the two of you in?”

“Now you’re talking about wanting to change my last name too?” You laughed, “Let’s pump the breaks for a while. All it is is a piece of paper. We can start up tomorrow. It’s not much, we don’t need much except the important stuff and our clothes.”

“I can wait.” He shrugged, expecting the struggle given the turn out of your first marriage. “Attempt number one wasn’t the best. I get it, but I have lots of time to wait. Eventually we’ll get there. Then I’ll hide that piece of paper somewhere you can never find it, then you’ll never be able to return me.”

“That’s incredibly sappy Stark, careful someone may thing you’re getting soft. Maybe it’s just the alcohol.”

“Mix of both. I’m always sweet on you Cupcake.”

The pager on the counter started to go off. “Duty calls Iron Man.” You pressed a final kiss to his lips before slipping off to grab your now ringing phone. “Yeah, Seb? ...I’ll be there as quick as possible.”

“Go save some lives, Doc.” He waved you off, walking over to check on the kids by the piano. “Hey Short Stack, Rugrat, what do the two of you say to going to the park before Dominic has to go back home?”

“Burgers too?” Dominic asked.

“Hmm,” Tony scratched his beard, pretending to think about it, “Who’s your favorite Avenger?”

“Hulk!”

“Really? Wound my ego why don’t you.”

“Yeah! He’s big and helped save you, plus my eyes turn green when I lie. Mom said so.”

Tony picked up Dominic, “That so? Show me.”

Dominic looked at him head on. “You’re the coolest Avenger.”

“Didn’t know you felt that way Dominic, your eyes didn’t change a shade. Go get your backpack and we’ll get set up to go.” Tony set him down on the floor and Dominic ran over to Ro’s room to get his things. “You named a car after your crush?”

“Yep! She was pretty the car was pretty. Now she’s going to a different school,” she pouted.

“Sorry about that sweetheart. It’ll be okay.”

“It sucks a lot.”

“But you have a crush on Dominic now?”

“A little,” she nodded, “He’s really cute and funny and nice.”

“All good qualifications, especially those last two.”

“Up?” She asked, looking so much smaller than she was.

“You’re growing up too fast.” It’s like he had blinked and here she was, talking to him about her crushes. Another blink and she’d think he was annoying and cringey. Tony picked her up happily, enjoying his time while he could. Pressing a kiss to her head as she curled up close to him. “Love you, Rugrat.”

“Love you, Labrat.”

Tony chuckled “Labrat?”

“You needed a nickname too! You don’t like it?” Ro asked, pulling away to pout at him.

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “I love it.”

Tony took the two of them to the park, snagging them a couple of kids meals to eat before playing. This whole lugging around two kids with him wasn’t so bad. Too fast. Way too fucking fast to think about that. One was more than enough. He found a shady spot to relax at while the pair killed their energy.

Time came and it was time to take Dominic back home, much to their disappointment. “Do I have to go home? I like it here! No one fights.”

“Sorry, kid, we’ve already nabbed you for three days. Your mom is already asking for you back.” Tony looked through the rearview to see Dominic crossing his arms over his chest a couple of tears going down his cheeks. Ro used her sleeve to wipe the stray tears. “Hey, hey, don’t do that. Look I’ll try to see what I can do and see if your parents will let you spend some of your Christmas break with us. Would you like that?”

“Yes, sir. That would be a lot of fun.”

“See? You don’t have to cry. Just gotta talk to me, kid.”

Dominic and Ro shared a long hug when he parked in front of the house. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” Ro smiled and kissed the little boy’s cheek.

Dominic looked at her with wide eyes, a bright blush across his cheeks. “Thank you! Mr. Tony can I marry Ro?”

“Why don’t you give it a try in another fifteen years?”

“Okay! I can wait,” Dominic nodded. “See you at school.” The little boy grabbed his bag and dashed out of the car when he saw his little sister waiting at the door.

Ro climbed over the center console and jumped onto the passenger seat. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, Rugrat?” Tony asked, driving off once he saw Dominic walk inside his house.

“How did you know that you loved mommy?”

Tony took a breath, trying to remember when it clicked. That moment he knew.

-

“Hey Sweetpea!” He greeted when you answered the phone. “I’m thinking about coming in for spring break.”

“Really?” You asked, excitement dripping in your voice. It had been a while since the two of you had met on the Stark family vacation. “Genius Boy, you better not be messing with me.”

“I’m not!” He chuckled, “Tell you what, we’ll rent out a place at a beach. You can invite that guy you’ve been talking about too. Mr. Guy I think I’ll Marry.”

You cringed at his teasing but laughed all the same. “I said that at a moment of weakness. Let me live it down.”

“Don’t think I will. You hurt me finding someone else immediately after we got married.”

“You didn’t do any better. If I remember correctly, you had a very warm homecoming the second you stepped on campus.”

“Touché. I’ll make our arrangements and get in contact with you when everything is set in stone. Want me to pick you up or met up there?”

“We’ll meet you.”

“Someone planning on playing hide the zucchini?” You could practically see him raising his eyebrows at the suggestion.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, I’m a sleaze, but I’m not that sleazy.” He leaned back in his chair, abandoning his project. “Use protection, we don’t want any little YNs running around anytime soon.”

“A bunch of little Tonys are more likely.”

Tony scoffed loudly. “Don’t put that out in the world. We can’t ever make a child suffer through me being their father.” There was some shuffling and a door closing, “Hey, Rhodey. Say hi to YN.”

“Hi, YN. Tell your man that he needs to get some sleep, he’s been running for three days now.”

“Hello, Rhodey. Tony go to sleep.”

“But we just got on the phone!” He complained childishly. “Give me a couple more minutes here.”

“Go to sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow after classes.”

“It’s a date. Thanks Rhodey.” Tony hung up the phone and turned to look at Rhodey who was laying comfortably on his bed.

“What are your plans with her?” Rhodey wondered, knowing his friend’s usual tactics.

“No plans.” Tony shook his head, “She’s just my friend. Off limits just like you sweetheart.”

Rhodey raised a brow in response. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, she’s beautiful and funny. She’s a good girl, y’know? Sweet and all that, but blunt and realistic too. It’s nice. Refreshing. The only person that doesn’t care about who I am is you. Having someone else in that corner is nice,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Anyhow, I don’t think YN would go for someone like me. Which is great, because emotions are a mess I don’t want to get into anytime soon.”

“Maybe you’ll be in for a surprise.” Rhodey shrugged. He saw a change in Tony when it came to you. It had just been a weekend, but you had an affect on his friend. “It wouldn’t be the worst.”

Tony thought it over, shaking his head. “Nope! That’s all just way too messy for me. We’re young it’s all about freedom right now. Who even wants to think about being tied down now? Or ever for that matter.”

The days passed quickly as you waited to meet up again. He was glad you’d get to meet Rhodey soon enough. Tony was sure you’d love one another. No time was wasted between Tony and Rhodey arriving and the party starting up for the week. There was too much alcohol and cash to get through to wait any longer.

When you got to the beach house, you looked in the car mirror. Straightening yourself out you wiped the tears from your eyes. You walked into the house. People were yelling, dancing, and drinking. Going to the bar area, you got yourself a drink and downed the amber liquid. The warmth spread throughout your body as you made another.

Suddenly someone’s arms wrapped around your waist and they spun you. The bottle spilling over haphazardly as you laughed an already familiar cologne filled the air around you. “Oh thank god it is you. I’ve grabbed the wrong girl three times already.” Tony kissed your cheek.

“How did the others react?” You asked, hugging him.

He took the bottle from you, taking a swig. “I’ve received a push, a kiss, and a slap. The slap was insanely more of a turn on than the kiss. A new discovery, I think.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you laughed, rolling your eyes.

“So where’s your guy?” Your face dropped. “Wrong question. Got it. What happened?”

“I was going to pick him up. Let myself into his place because that’s just what we did. Found him in his room and there he was with someone I thought was my friend.”

“Oh shit. We’re going to need a lot more alcohol.” Tony grabbed a couple of bottles and led you up to his room.

“Tones, come on, you don’t need to cheer me up. Enjoy your party. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Nah, come on we can catch up. It’ll be fun.”

You let him tug you up the stairs, not putting up much of a fight. There were a few whistles from drunk guys that thought Tony was taking up his first conquest of the night. Tony let you in his room and locked the door behind himself. “Where’s Rhodey?”

“He started talking to someone an hour ago, haven’t seen him since.” Tony sat down beside you on his bed. “Chose your poison.”

You grabbed the closer bottle and took a drink. “Why do guys suck so much?”

Tony looked at you, you looked downright broken-hearted. Now he could see the tears threatening to fall. “He doesn’t know how lucky he is that he even had your attention. He’ll regret it.”

You sniffed, absolutely hating how that waste messed up your night. Tonight was supposed to be fun. “This isn’t how I saw our reunion going down. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad to see you. How about you and I forget all about him? Let’s see if I can pull a smile out of you.”

The two of you talked, learning more about one another. There wasn’t any awkwardness in the air, the two of you worked well together. He earned more than one smile from you, which made him insanely proud and smug. You played some drinking games and it turned out Tony could hold his liquor better than you. Tony went after you when you stood suddenly and ran to the bathroom. He crouched down beside you, collecting your hair into a ponytail in his hand to keep it out of your face. “You’re okay sweetheart,” he said, his free hand rubbing your back soothingly.

“You don’t have to be here,” You rasped, it definitely wasn’t a pretty situation. “I got it.”

He shook his head, helping you to your feet. “YN, you’re my friend. Which means you’re going to repay this favor more than you think. Just because I didn’t hit my limit tonight doesn’t mean I won’t reach it tomorrow.”

You laughed weakly, “Gotcha Tones. I get to play nurse tomorrow.”

He pulled out a tooth brush and a bottle of water from under the sink cabinet. “Prepared for anything.”

You got yourself sorted, your stomach not feeling any better at all. Maybe you had over done it. “Thanks. I think it’s a hangout in the bathroom kinda night. Go enjoy your party.”

“And miss out on this?” Tony leaned against the wall and sank down. A tug on your hand and he had you sitting on his lap. “Let me take care of you tonight, sweets, don’t stress it.”

Relaxing against Tony, you absentmindedly pressed a kiss to his neck. “Love you, Tones.” You didn’t get to dread a response before you passed out listening to his heart.

Tony looked down at you, moving your hair out of your face. It wasn’t the first time the words dropped from your lips. Not by a long shot. It was, however, the first time he felt something inside of himself. He wanted to hear you say it again and again and again. That felt overly sappy for his taste. Still that didn’t stop him from pressing a kiss to your hair. This would be like him. If this was falling in love, then of course he did it in the bathroom at a party. The girl in question passed out on him, looking so peaceful as she rested against his chest. He shook his head, it had to be the alcohol. There was no way this was it.

-

Now he knew better. That was the point when his thoughts on you changed. He may have been too young and dumb to act on it, but that was definitely the start. It wasn’t too bad all things considered.

“Your mommy came to visit me and a boy had made her sad. Then I realized all I wanted to do was make her smile and protect her from anyone else that would make her sad. But I was still a kid and telling your mommy that I loved her felt very scary. It took me a long time to tell her.”

“It’s scary to tell someone you love them?” Ro wondered, “I think it’s easy.”

“Some people do” he nodded, “It depends on the person.”

“So when you told mommy you loved her, then you had me?” She asked trying to connect the dots.

“Something like that kiddo.”

“It’s different because you took a break to love Pepper? Is mommy going to take a break too?”

“I sure hope she doesn’t.”

“Me too. It’s more fun when you love each other. We’re always together.” Ro looked over, studying his expression closely. “Daddy?”

He looked over, a serious look on her face. At least, as serious as a child could look. “What’s on your mind Rhodes?”

“Daddy, don’t get mad,” she said nervously, “I don’t know if what I did was bad but I just wanted to know. You always say to ask questions when I want to know something. The picture mans when they see us they always say step dad. I wanted to ask you, but you always tell them fuck off and get angry. I asked Mr. Rivera and he said I should talk to mommy and you. So then I asked my friends. Marcus and Gabriela have step dads and another daddy.”

Tony felt a cold sinking feeling in his stomach. She had learned, caught on by herself and he had promised when the time came he wouldn’t lie. Man, he thought he had more time before the conversation came up. “You could have asked. I wouldn’t have gotten angry. How could I be angry with you?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “Does this mean someone else is my daddy? Do I have to call you Tony now? Or Mr. Stark?”

“You can call me...whatever makes you comfortable,” he responded, knowing her choice could potentially be heartbreaking. “It’s your call.”

“I don’t think I wanna call someone else daddy. That’s weird,” she scrunched her nose, “You’re my daddy, I love you. Can I please still call you daddy?”

He swallowed thickly, the lump in his throat feeling tight. “Of course, sweetheart, that wasn’t even a question you had to ask. I love being your dad. We can talk about this more when mom comes home, yeah? You and I can keep it hush that you said fuck.”

“You say fuck. Why can’t I say fuck?”

“Because if you keep saying it your mom is gonna fuck me up.” He poked her side.

Ro leaned over, her small hand landing on his cheek, she used her sleeve to wipe away a tear that had slipped. “Daddy cries? Did I make you sad?”

“No sweetheart. You didn’t make me sad,” he grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it, “Thank you, sweet girl. It’s bittersweet. You know the truth now, but you still chose me.”

She nodded, not really understanding. “You chose me too! Like Pokémon!”

“Exactly like Pokémon.”

Tony turned on the radio, Ro didn’t skip a beat singing along to Bowie happily. He smiled fondly as she went to town on her air guitar. How did he get so lucky to have this perfect child in his life? This kid that loved him as unconditionally as he loved her. It was something he never expected to have. Nothing would get him to ever give it up, he was certain of that.

It wasn’t that much longer until you came back home. The dynamic duo didn’t seem to be in the main house, “Ro! Tony!”

“They’re in the lab,” J.A.R.V.I.S. informed you, still elating the intercom audio leak through.

“Daddy did it!”

“Ro did it!”

You laughed at them, rolling your eyes. “Thank you, J. Have they behaved today?”

“With sir? I’ve seen worse times.”

You walked down the stairs, pizza box in hand. Ro sat next to Tony at his lab bench. Iron Man tech and coloring pages scattered around the pair.

“...really threw me under the bus there? Your father? I got you, let’s see the next time you want any toys.”

“You threw me too! Your daughter!” Ro jumped off her seat and ran to hug you. “I missed you mommy.” You placed the pizza on the table and picked her up.

“I missed you too. Did you have fun today?” You asked, kissing her cheek.

“Yeah, Dominic asked daddy if he could marry me and then me and daddy had a grown up talk.” She wiggles out of your arms and bee lined for the pizza. Tony grabbed your hand, pulling you close to give you a proper greeting. Ro pretended to gag around the bite she had taken. “You are gross and super old,” she decided.

You pulled away, kissing the corner of Tony’s mouth as you did. “So when’s the kid’s wedding?”

“Not anytime soon, told him to comeback when he’s older.”

“So what was your grown up talk?”

“Daddy’s always going to be my daddy,” Ro stated, “He can’t ever get rid of me.”

“Yeah, of course he can’t. He’s stuck with us.”

Tony ran a hand through his hair. “She asked the kids at her school what a step dad was and the kid solved the puzzle. We didn’t even have to drop any clues in there. Smart kid.”

“My friends have a step dad and a daddy. They see both of them. I don’t wanna call someone else daddy.” Ro handed Tony her pizza crust, “What if that other guy doesn’t like pizza crust? Who am I gonna give mine to?”

“I’m one of the greatest minds in the world, if not the greatest. And my kid thinks I’m good for nothing other than pizza crust disposal.”

“You’re good for cuddles and fixing too.”

“Thank you, I sure do try.”

Ro reached up for you, yawning as she did. “Mommy can we go to sleep? I’m really sleepy now.”

You picked up the little girl and sat her on your hip. “I’ll be back in a couple,” you told Tony. “Let’s get you all cleaned up and ready for bed.”

Twenty minutes later you and Ro were laying in bed. She was laying with her head on your shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns onto your arm. “Mommy? If you and daddy ever had a baby, do you think daddy will forget about me?”

“What? No sweetheart. Never. Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I’m not really his baby like I’m your baby.”

“Ro, honey, that doesn’t matter,” you tucked her hair behind her ear, “We’re a family okay? We’ll stick together no matter what happens. That’s just how this all works. You never have to wonder if your daddy loves you okay? I know for a fact, that you mean the world to him.”

“I do?”

“Since the day he set eyes on you,” you promised, “You were such a tiny little thing in his arms. We didn’t know he was your daddy then, but I think you did. You were supposed to  come a couple of weeks later, but you heard your dad and decided you couldn’t wait much longer.”

She smiled, her worries calmed. “I’m going to love you and daddy forever.”

“We’re going to love you forever too.”

“It’s okay if you have a baby.”

“Thanks,” you laughed, “But I think one is enough for me right now. Go to bed sweetheart, it’s late and you have school tomorrow.”

Ro kissed your cheek, “G’night mama.” She cuddled up into your warmth, sighing in contentment. Her small hand held yours while she tried to go to drift off. It didn’t take long for her to drop off. Carefully, you slipped out from under her. Tucking her in, you placed a kiss to her cheek.

Walking back to the lab, you hugged Tony from behind resting your head on his shoulder. “What are you thinking about Genius Boy?”

“Fixing up some implants that respond to my nervous system. Figured after New York, bracelets aren’t ideal. Worked but just because something works doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be upgraded. If I have something on me, it’ll make the process quicker. I don’t think I’ll be thrown of a building anytime soon but fool me once,” he rambled.

You kissed his neck, hoping it would calm him some. “Are you okay? Ro kinda found out something major today.”

He sighed, turning around in his chair to face you. “I’m always okay, you know that.” His arms went around you, he rested his head against your chest.

“You sure?”

“Don’t know,” he admitted, “not really. On one hand it’s good she learned young, there’s no time for her to feel resentful or betrayed. On the other, we weren’t the ones that got to tell her. I’m upset mostly, because I was her father in every sense. There was no faceless guy that she actually came from. It was me and no one else ever mattered. Now there’s probably a curiosity about a guy that has never even attempted to know anything about her in years.”

“Yeah, there is a curiosity. That’s undeniable. There’s even some doubt in her too now.”

“Doubt? What does she have to doubt?”

“I was laying down with her and she asked me if you’d forget about her when we had a baby.”

He jumped slightly, pulling back to look at you in shock. “Are we having another baby? We haven’t exactly been the most careful. So we really should have expected it, huh? Wow another one. We can do it. That’s totally doable.” Mind racing ahead of himself before you could answer.

“Cool it, Stark,” you laughed, seeing the noticeable panic in his face, “We’re not expecting a baby right now. Stop panicking.”

“Oh thank...Condoms. We should invest in them.” He sighed, visibly relaxing. “Not that having another kid with you wouldn’t be amazing. Does Ro really think I’d be different? If we’re being honest, anytime I think of the possibility of another one I can’t see myself loving them as much. Maybe it’s just because it’s hypothetical but it’s hard to envision.”

“It is weird,” you agreed, “the thought of another little kid running around. Isn’t it?”

“Would it be the worst thing?” Tony asked, looking up at you.

“I don’t think so,” you answered, carding your hand through his hair, “Having a family with you is the best thing in my life.”

You didn’t miss his rare blush when he looked down at the ground. There wasn’t ever a time Tony ever thought someone would say that. The fact that he had earned such a privilege was overwhelming. “You girls are really aiming for my heart today. Aren’t you?”

“Someone’s gotta remind the Tin Man he has one time to time.”

Tony pulled you in for a kiss. He wasn’t good at voicing how he felt, but he sure as hell knew how to make you feel it. A simple tug of his hair and a sweet sound from you was enough to get him running. “That’s it, you and I are gonna practice some good old fashion sex ed.”

“There’s always abstinence,” you joked.

“Damn it, YN, you’re a doctor not a teacher in Texas.” Tony playfully threw you over his shoulder, his hand copping a feel greedily. “Why don’t you show me a couple of things doc?”

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[yikesharringrove]

Oh shit that elevator scene was chefs kiss. Can you please write some more for these two, maybe Steve taking Billy up on his offer?

Part 1

Part 2

Smut

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Steve was psyching himself up.

He was standing outside of Billy’s door, getting up the courage to knock.

He took a breath, and rapt on the door.

He could hear Billy inside, making his way over.

He threw open the door, smirking lazily when he saw Steve.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I um, I wanted to by some pot?” Billy laughed, waving him inside.

Billy had a few joints already on the coffee table, slid five into a baggie for him.

“So, let’s call that thirty bucks.” Steve just stared at him.

“Uh, I don’t have any money.” He felt like he was in a bad porno. Like he was a babysitter with no way to pay the pizza delivery man. 

But Billy grinned at him.

“Bedroom’s down the hall.” Steve took a breath, and traipsed to Billy’s room.

His room was as neat as the rest of the apartment, but he had a collection of large, very healthy looking plants.

Steve got distracted looking at all of them, didn’t hear Billy come in behind him.

“So, how do you expect to buy any weed, if you don’t have money?” Steve put on his best coy look, whipped out the big puppy dog eyes.

He took a step forward, toying with Billy’s belt buckle.

“I was hoping you and I could come to some kind of agreement.” He looked at Billy through his lashes. “Been told my ass is real nice.”

Billy groaned, taking either side of Steve’s face, and kissing him senseless.

Steve realized, throughout all of this, they had never kissed.

Billy was a good kisser, was real thorough, licked all up in Steve’s mouth. He broke them apart, only so Billy could take both their shirts off.

He shoved Steve down onto the bed, going for his belt, tugging his pants and underwear off in one go.

“Hands and knees, Baby. Wanna eat you out.” Steve whimpered as Billy flipped him over, didn’t even pretend to wait for Steve to move as he took his hips, lifting him onto his knees.

Steve was panting, on his hands and knees, absolutely losing his mind as Billy spat on his asshole.

He went in, licking all up and down Steve’s crack, making a fucking mess of saliva. He flattened his tongue over his hole, wiggling against him.

He was fucking noisy, making these slurping and generally wet sounds that were almost turning Steve off.

Almost.

There was spit dripping down his balls, and Billy’s tongue was beginning to press inside of him.

It had been a good long while since Steve has gotten well and truly fucked.

He dropped down to his elbows, spreading his legs a little more, let Billy have at it.

And then one finger began prodding at him, gently pressing into his hole.

“Oh, fuck.” Billy’s fingers were thicker than Steve’s own, just one made him whine out.

Billy pulled his mouth off, keeping on finger slowly pumping in and out of Steve as he rummaged through his bedside drawer for a little bottle of lube.

He slid out his finger, pouring out the lube with a fucking obscene sound, before pushing two into Steve.

“How’s that feel, Baby?”

“So fucking good.” Billy curled his fingers, finding his prostate with expert fucking precision. “You’re-ah-you’re so good at this.”

“Plenty of practice.”

“You make a habit outta fuckin’ your clients?”

“Only when they’re nice and pretty.” He pushed a third finger in, making Steve gasp and mewl into the pillow underneath him.

Billy spread his fingers, making room from himself.

Steve bucked his hips, spreading his legs just a bit more.

“I’m ready, Billy I’m, just fuck me.”

Billy huffed a laugh, torturing Steve’s prostate for a moment longer before pulling his fingers out.

He left the bed, looking through the same drawer for a condom.

Steve turned his head to the side, watching as Billy took of his jeans.

He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Steve doesn’t know why that was so hot to him.

He watched as Billy rolled on the condom, sighing as he stoked himself a few times.

He took his place back behind Steve, sliding his cock between his ass cheeks a few times, gathering up some excessive lube and spit before lining up, pushing inside of Steve.

“Fuck, just as tight as I thought.”

He sat for a moment, his hips pressed flush to Steve’s ass.

And then he pulled out, and slammed Steve so hard his knees slipped.

He was laying flat, face down, melting into the mattress as Billy took him, pounded him.

His cock was pressed between his body and the mattress, rubbing him off every time Billy fucked into him, every time he was pushed into the mattress.

He fisted his hands in the sheets. He was fucking close.

“Billy, Billy I’m gonna, gonna-”

“Cum for me. Lemme feel you, Pretty Boy.”

He was panting, flat against the bed and taking whatever Billy would give him.

His back bowed as he came, spilling all over the sheets, making a complete mess of himself.

Billy stilled on top of him, cumming into the condom.

Billy rolled off of him, tossing the condom into the bin next to the bed, lighting up a joint.

He passed it to Steve as he shakily flipped himself over.

“Wouldn’t mind doin’ that again. Y’know, if you want more stuff.”

“Wouldn’t mind doin’ that again just for fun.” Billy blew out smoke when he laughed.

“Yeah? Well, you know where I live. Just come by.”

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[titansandothersrp]

Cooking Lessons

(This is a compiled roleplay between my Beast Boy muse and the Raven muse of @azarathian . This is a very old roleplay we wrote under different usernames, but I labeled our writing with our current usernames.)

titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Even though he’d matured since he’d joined the Teen Titans, Beast Boy still had the tendency to push things. Things like Raven’s patience. First, a fly to sneak into her room. Then, a snake to sneak up behind her. Aaaand human form so he could talk. (Shout.) “Hey, Rae, guess what!” azarathian (Raven): She’d been buried in the pages of her newest book, eyes hooked to the words as they ran through her head and breathing shallow and light. The next chapter would be a good one - she could tell - and so was almost rushing to reach it. If a small sound that shouldn’t be there swept through her room, she wouldn’t hear it. The titan was engrossed. Nonetheless, all good things must come to an end… “Hey, Rae, guess what!” She had almost fallen right off her bed, and her eyes were wide as she flinched back at the shrill, unexpected voice. Soon enough, though, their cold stare returned. “How did you get in my room?” she sneered, completely disregarding his question. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The green teen cackled and pointed as his fellow titan flailed. “Oh man! You should’a seen your face!” He sighed and calmed down. “Same way I always do. Now, guess what!” azarathian (Raven): She couldn’t tell if he was just pushing her with that answer, or being serious. Whatever the case, she’d be certain to confront it when she wasn’t being probed. If anything, she’d probably be better off just responding and moving the matter along as quickly as possible. Her forehead was flushed with a subdued rage. “What?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Iiiiiiii got to do the shopping today~ That means I get to decide what we eat!” He had a list given to him, but he opted not to use it. “We’re having Vegan Toasted Coconut Cake today~” azarathian (Raven): “Nice,” she deadpanned. She really didn’t care. “And you snook into my room to tell me this… why?” Her voice was still sharp with impatience as her brow twitched a touch. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Because you’re going to help me.” He grinned. “Remember those pan…sludges you made that one time? Clearly you need cooking lessons and I’m here to help!” He jabbed a thumb to his chest proudly. “Yes! I’m going to sacrifice my time to help the less fortunate with my culinary prowess!” He placed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. azarathian (Raven): Her expression fell from anger to extremely unenthusiastic. She blinked slowly and let a stretched silence hang between them once he’d finished. That alone should’ve answered his offer, but for good measure she chose to voice her disapproval alongside it. “… Yeah, I’ll pass.” Her gaze promptly returned to her book as a message that the conversation was over. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Awww, c’mooooooooon, Rae!” He whined. “It’ll be fun! I know you like fun, even if you pretend you don’t.” azarathian (Raven): With a sigh, she lowered her book back to her lap. He was persistent as ever, of course. “Maybe your ‘fun’ and my ‘fun’ are different?” she suggested, more like a statement. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): His ears drooped as he slumped over, pouting at her. He hoped his alluring animal adorableness would sway her. azarathian (Raven): Her arms folded across her chest and brows lowered in irritation. Was her cooking really that bad that he felt an obligation to teach her? She guessed he did have a point… She knew she couldn’t cook - she wasn’t even going to try to deny that. And perhaps learning a recipe or two might be good for her, but… her book. For the moment, the girl stood her ground “No.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Cue a quivering lower lip and a pathetic whimper. Perhaps he could get her to join out of pity. azarathian (Raven): “Beast Boy,” she snapped, brows knitted together. Her glare practically commanded he give up and leave her back to her reading. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He flinched. Well… so much for that. He sulked out of the room to cook by himself. azarathian (Raven): Once the door slid shut behind him, she relished the peace and quiet that quickly returned to the room. At first, she hadn’t given his disappointment a second thought, merely reaching back for her book and sinking back into her pillows. Her eyes scanned for the place she’d been at before the noisy interruption. Even after a minute, she still couldn’t seem to find it… and began to acknowledge the underlying guilt that lurked in the back of her mind. He was trying to do a nice thing… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, learning to cook something without setting the kitchen alight in fire and smoke. The girl bowed her head and sighed, before heaving herself from bed and making for the kitchen. “What’re we making again?” she said as she entered the Main Ops room to see a dejected Beast Boy rummaging the cupboards. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Baking powder… baking soda… It’d sure be nice if their ingredients were a little more organized. Oh, what was he thinking? He could never keep things organized. His ears perked up at the sound of the monotone voice and he whipped around with a grin. “Rae! We’re making vegan toasted coconut cake!” He pulled one of two chef’s hats off the counter and put it on his head before grabbing the second and excitedly putting it on hers, whether she wanted it there or not. azarathian (Raven): A pair a violet eyes rose to the hat sitting atop her head with an air of disapproval. “I’m already agreeing to cook - you’re pushing it with the hat,” she said, hastily removing it and placing it back on the counter.   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He rolled his eyes. “Fiiiiine.” He finished putting the ingredients on the counter and removed his gloves to wash his hands. azarathian (Raven): She literally only ever used the kitchen to pour a cup of tea or clean dishes… The entire situation of hopping right into a full-blown recipe was alien to her. She glanced around her surroundings, clueless of where to begin. “Sooo… What now?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Well, you gotta wash your hands since we’re working with food.” He dried his hands and stepped away from the sink to give Raven access. “I’d take a whole bath so I could use all my animal limbs, but Robin said no one wants to eat food made with monkey feet.” azarathian (Raven): Raven almost cringed at the thought. “Robin would be right,” she internally thanked the masked boy for forbidding such a thing. The girl stepped over to the sink and proceeded to wash her hands before grabbing the nearest kitchen towel and wiping them dry. Okay, well that was easy, but she imagined what was to follow wouldn’t be. She turned back to the green teen and folded her arms, leaning back against the counter and looking to him as if to say ‘go on’. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Lemme check.” He pulled out a piece of paper with instructions he’d written on it and looked it over. “Let’s preheat the oven and measure out the ingredients. Set it to three hundred degrees.” He gestured to the oven as he got out some measuring cups. azarathian (Raven): So, he was giving task number one to her - not sure how great an idea that was, but she figured there was no harm in going along with it. Raven knelt down in front of the oven and sought out the temperature dial. Aaand, it looked like… this one? Well, it was encircled with numbers from 0 to 500 so she assumed it must be right. So she rotated the dial to just after the middle setting and, still kneeling, said “done.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Good. It should beep once it’s heated up.” He measured out some shredded coconut and spread it on a baking sheet. “Now measure one cup of coconut flour and spread it evenly on that baking sheet.” He pointed to another baking sheet. azarathian (Raven): Her eyes moved to the direction he was pointing - okay, sounded easy enough. The magus walked towards the cupboard she knew held all glasses, mugs and cups, but halted in place. He said a cup of coconut flour, right? But there were multiple cups in the cupboard of varying shapes and sizes… “Uhhh, when you say ‘a cup’,” she began, “which cup do you mean?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Oh boy… He had no idea she was this clueless with cooking. “A measuring cup.” He pointed to the plastic measuring cup he’d used for the shredded coconut. “Specifically, one for solids. Measuring cups for solids and measuring cups for liquids are different. Just scoop it up or pour it in and spread any extra off the top so it’s flat.” azarathian (Raven): Okay… now she felt stupid. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all; maybe if it was with someone she knew wouldn’t tease her for it in the long-run. Although, he hadn’t seemed to tease her for it just now. Which was… weird. “Oh,” she breathed, a tad abashed by her mistake. Swiftly moving on, she placed one of the cups upright on the counter and looked to the bag of flour, which instantly glowed black. With her mind, Raven continued to levitate the open flour bag above the cup and pour - however, it seemed she poured with a bit too much force, and when tipped, the flour tumbled out too fast and dusted the entire surface with white. Not only that, but unbeknownst to the girl, a spatter had landed on her cheek as well. She stared wide-eyed at the mess she’d managed to make in the space of a second and slowly turned to her ‘chef’. “…Oops…” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Oops? He turned around to see the counter coated with white. He snickered and walked over to the measuring cup. “Jeez, Rae. I thought I was the messy one.” He held his hand sideways and pushed the pile of coconut flour off the top of the cup. He held up the now adequately full cup. “One cup of coconut flour.” He didn’t seem to care much about the mess. He always made a mess when he cooked. He always cleaned it up afterwards. (After being told a million times by the rest of the team to stop leaving the mess for them.) azarathian (Raven): She let out a groan as she stared at the heap of flour - this stuff really got everywhere. It was twice she’d messed up already and they weren’t even five minutes into the recipe. Whilst Beast Boy rectified the situation as best he could - ignoring the mess, she noticed - Raven slumped, suddenly feeling quite useless. No wonder no one went near whatever food she seldom attempted to make. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this,” she admitted, assuming she’d just be slowing the boy down if she were to stick around. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Do you always give up this quickly?” He set the cup down and shook the flour mess off the baking sheet. A bit redundant, given they’d need to spread some on it in a moment. “No, you don’t.“ He thought about it. “You try hard with a lot of things. And you succeed with a lot of things too. You fought your own fate and saved the world. I think you can make a cake.” azarathian (Raven): She just blinked at him for a moment. Well… he wasn’t wrong. Perhaps she was giving up a tad too quickly. With slightly more determination than she had before, she pressed her lips together and gave a small nod before walking back over to where the recipe lay upon the tabletop. “Okay. You’re right,” she said. “So what’s next?” This time she’d be more careful.   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He smiled. “ ‘Course I’m right~” He handed her the cup and gestured to the baking sheet. “Pour the flour on the sheet and try to get it evenly all over it.” azarathian (Raven): She guessed the kitchen was the one place she couldn’t act superior, however it didn’t stop her from rolling her eyes at his cockiness. With a hesitant hand she took the cup and turned back to the baking sheet placed before her. Then, opting to use her hand over her powers this time, she cautiously tipped the cup the slightest inch so a few flakes of flour fell lightly to the sheet. The girl took her time and remained aware of her force throughout. After a minute, she seemed to have sprinkled a decent amount of flour, though still a bit messier than she could’ve done. “That okay?” she asked, looking to him for acceptance. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He looked over at the sheet. “Looks good.” Not perfect, but he kept that to himself. No need to discourage her. The oven beeped. “Oh! Perfect! We can put them in the oven now. We’re just toasting the coconut stuff first before we move on to the other stuff.” azarathian (Raven): An internal sigh of relief. She’d done it right - and not made too much of a mess this time (although she was still aware of the powdery pile she’d left sitting on the other end of the counter from earlier). Once the oven beeped and Beast Boy relayed the next step, she murmured an “okay” and went to pick up one of the two trays. Putting a tray in the oven was something she could do flawlessly. “That’s one in,” she said, bending a touch with her hands on her knees to glance inside the oven. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He took the other sheet and did the same. “And that’s two. Now let’s set the timer for twenty minutes.” azarathian (Raven): “Mhmm.” She took a step back for him to take care of that himself, a small smile playing upon her lips. Feeling able to take a bit of action herself, Raven stepped around her teammate and placed her finger upon the recipe sheet to examine what was to follow in the process. “Okay,” she began, “Says now we prepare two cake tins while they’re in the oven - so we need vegetable oil.” She turned to him, finger still upon the paper.   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He set the timer, turned to her, nodded, and got the vegetable oil out. He gestured to the oil with his hand. “Despite my efforts, I can’t find any vegetable cars to put this in,” he joked. azarathian (Raven): Almost instantly her smile fell as she crossed her arms and raised a lone brow. “Really?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Aw, c’mon. Not all my jokes can be gems. It’s like the time I tried to enter that joke contest. I came up with ten plays on words that I hoped would qualify, but no pun in ten did!” azarathian (Raven): Another insufferable sigh crawled its way up her throat, begging to be released, but something else left the heroine’s lips instead - “I thought you were meant to be cooking, not burning,” she returned, a trace of triumph lacing her tone titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I’m always burning hot~” He grinned and ‘finger gunned’ her. azarathian (Raven): Now she didn’t even bother, opting to merely stare right through him and blink three times slowly, allowing his own realization of how stupid he sounded to consume him without breathing a word. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He scoffed. “You’re gonna have to do better if you wanna win a joke-off against me. My whole life is a joke!” He joked while also making a jab at himself. azarathian (Raven): “Oh no, well there’s my life’s goal destroyed,” she deadpanned. Her arms dropped back to her sides as she walked over to the tins perched upon the counter and snatched the vegetable oil off the jokester on her way. She grabbed one tin and slid the other over to him. “Now, if you don’t mind moving this along?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He sighed and quietly completed the next task. Why was making her smile so difficult? He knew she could. When they first started their team, he remembered how she’d told him he was funny and she’d even smiled. While he loved the boost to his ego, seeing a girl like her smile made his day. She always acted so melancholy. Making her smile was nothing short of a victory to him. He was able to make her smile by just being himself, so why wasn’t it working now? Though thinking wasn’t his strong suit, he found himself lost in thought, mindlessly going through the movements of making the cake without consulting Raven. azarathian (Raven): Odd… she’d been at least expecting a whine or a pout or something. He just went along with it - just did what she asked without argument. It was very unlike the Beast Boy she knew, but then again, she did have a tendency to shoot him down and bring a cease to his fun, whether it be pun-making or just initiating banter with her. Perhaps he just didn’t want an argument, she thought, though she really wouldn’t have minded him carrying on - it was just an unspoken game they played. It was just the way they were. But he was meant to retaliate right back. Clearly not this time. Feeling a faint pang of guilt, her brows creased towards her forehead a touch. But she was quickly back to her unreadable visage once more as she began drizzling the cake tin with the oil. She observed it, hoping she hadn’t put in too much or too little, before returning her attention to the boy beside her. “Kay chef, next?” she said to him, a newfound playfulness in the nickname. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): It took a moment for the fact she said anything to register. “Huh? Oh… uh… I just dusted one with flour. Now we do the other.” The fact he’d been called ‘chef’ hadn’t really clicked yet.   azarathian (Raven): A small nod in his direction and she followed his lead, mimicking the same step and dusting the flour over the cake tin’s interior. Things were seeming to run a bit smoother now… “So that’s two tins prepped. Now we gotta actually make the thing.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Yeah.” He checked the recipe. “Whisk together the almond milk, flax meal, and apple cider vinegar. You’ll notice I’m not using soy milk.” He grinned. “I learned you guys don’t like soy. Or at least, soy that pretends to be other stuff.” He realized she may not know what a whisk is, so he picked it up himself. “This is a whisk. Whisking is kinda like stirring, but it makes stuff, like, airy? And fluffy? Kinda hard to describe.”     azarathian (Raven): These were seeming to be all ingredients she’d never used, or even heard of before. What on earth was flax meal? And honestly, she wouldn’t have noticed he wasn’t using soy milk without him alerting her to it, but having learnt his reason, she did appreciate it. Hopefully by the time they were finished, the cake would be edible enough for everyone to enjoy, and not burnt to a crisp due to her incompetency in the kitchen. Though Raven was unfamiliar with some of the ingredients, she definitely knew what a whisk was - so when Beast Boy described the tool to her, she felt like he was completely mocking her. “Yeah, I know that, genius,” she muttered, taking it from him. To be fair, he had every reason to assume she wouldn’t know, but that fact never crossed the girl’s mind. It wasn’t often she found herself in a position where she was being taught, and she perhaps could’ve been taking it better than she was in terms of pride. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He sneered a bit at her. Heaven forbid he tried to help. “That’s good, Miss What-cup-do-I-use. I’m guessing you also know exactly how to whisk and how to pour the almond milk out of the measuring cup without it dribbling down the side.” He’d had that issue himself in the past. He put the flax meal and apple cider vinegar into a bowl before measuring out some almond milk and handing it to her. “Pour this in the bowl.” azarathian (Raven):   She inwardly cringed at the reminder of her earlier blunder, but only revealed her humility with a scrunch of her nose and purse of her lips. As he spoke, she crossed her arms and leant her weight to one hip - let him have his moment.     “Fine,” she said blankly, taking the measuring cup from him. Did he really think she couldn’t pour some milk into a bowl? To prove her point, Raven proceeded to do so flawlessly. She then reached to her side for the whisk and gripped it tightly as she placed it downwards into the mixture. With a forceful hand - too forceful - she whizzed it around the center of the bowl at rapid speed. Perhaps it was just her luck, or perhaps it was the fact she did not know to initially stir the ingredients together slowly before whisking at a gradually faster speed, but the liquid in the bowl spattered out everywhere - mainly upon the upper half of Raven herself and the face of an unsuspecting Beast Boy a foot away from her. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Huh. Guess she knew more about cooking than he thought… Or not. The changeling wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his uniform before looking over at Raven. She was covered in the mix. He could have made a snarky remark… if he wasn’t so busy laughing. azarathian (Raven): She honestly didn’t know what it was about her culinary skills that were so lacking. The girl had never really been taught by anybody, and though she knew the basics, it always seemed to be the specifics lacing a recipe that caught her out - like whisking too hard and losing half the mixture to the floor, in this case. Instantly, that shrill cackle hit her, and she turned to see her green friend as littered in cake mix as herself. The sight was ridiculous - how could she have made such a wreck of the kitchen in such a small space of time?! To her surprise, the changeling’s laugh elicited a soft one of her own, and her hand rose to her lips in attempt to stifle it. “Okay,” she smiled lightly. “So maybe you’ve got your work cut out for you.”   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He cackled. “Usually, when I hear that, it’s directed at someone else.” He grabbed some paper towels for himself before handing her some. “You should’ve seen what happened when Negative Man tried to teach me to make his homemade veggie burgers,” he spoke as he wiped his face. azarathian (Raven): Her giggles simmered as she took the paper towels from him. “Can’t imagine it was as bad as this,” she admitted, smirk still present as she dabbed at her face. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He chuckled. “Ever see what happens when you use a food processor without a lid?” azarathian (Raven): “Ah…” Raven could only imagine the disaster that must’ve unfolded, and in sharing such a thing with her, she felt perhaps slightly better about her own incompetency in their venture thus far. Lowering her hand from her face, she glanced at the boy in front of her, and noticed he’d completely missed a giant patch of mixture still clinging to his cheek.     “Um, you got… a bit…” she motioned towards her own cheek in the same spot, subduing another smirk. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He blinked. “What?” He wiped at the wrong side of his face. “Did I get it?” azarathian (Raven): “Um…” It was almost charming how utterly hopeless he could be at times. Having completely avoided the spot she’s pointed towards, she couldn’t help but relish in the sight of a still spattered Beast Boy, completely oblivious. “Yeah,” she lied, resisting the smile tugging at her lips. At least now she wasn’t the only one looking like an idiot. “So, back to this then,” she said with amusement, looking at the messy bowl she’d placed back down on the counter. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Right.” He nodded and looked to the bowl. “We’re gonna need more stuff for the mix…” He measured out more ingredients, completely oblivious. “Maybe I should do the whisking this time.” azarathian (Raven): “That’s probably a good idea…” Maybe having watched him do it himself she’d get the hang of it for next time. If there was going to be a next time, that was. She mused on the thought for a second; she honestly wasn’t disliking the experience as much as she thought she would. She supposed having a companion who could also oversee and correct her errors helped. He was almost, in a sense, building her confidence. “Is there anything I can do in the meantime?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He proceeded to whisk the mixture. His ears perked a bit at the question. She wanted to help now? Yes! He couldn’t help the grin spreading on his face. “Yeah!” He looked over at the recipe. “Maybe you can start making the coconut vegan butter for the frosting while I do the whisking?” azarathian (Raven): “And, how do I start that?” she queried, knowing he had the recipe right in front of him. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He read off the instructions and ingredients. “You know teaspoons aren’t spoons for tea, right?” He decided to ask before explaining this time. azarathian (Raven): She was back to rolling her eyes, though this time in a more light-hearted manner. The magus picked out a teaspoon from one of the kitchen draws and, ignoring his comment, turned back to him. “What else do I need?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “A fork and a small bowl to mix it in.” He proceeded to work on the actual cake mix. Being more accustomed to cooking, he could multi-task a bit. Cue the small talk. “Did you hear the Grim Reaper originally wanted to be a comedian? He misunderstood what people meant when they said he needed to work on his execution.” azarathian (Raven): She continued on with her task for the recipe, this time taking more care and using a gentler hand when it came to mixing. “You and him have that in common,” she drawled before eyeing his reaction.     titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “You mean we both knock ‘em dead?” He grinned.   azarathian (Raven): “Would take an early grave over listening to more of your jokes,” she smirked right back. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Well, being a ghost is the in thing right now. Such spirit!” azarathian (Raven): “Now you’re just desperate,” she watched him through bored eyes. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He just shrugged and resumed mixing. azarathian (Raven): She followed suit and continued to mix as well, this time slightly surprised by the fact she was keeping it all in the bowl. A gentle hand was the trick, she was beginning to learn. Azar knows where she got the notion that aggressive handling of ingredients was the way forward. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): They finally managed to get everything prepared and the cake was in the oven. The kitchen was a mess, but, nothing was on fire or electrocuted, so Beast Boy considered it a success. “Okay. We got about half an hour while it bakes.” He took of his chef hat and placed his gloves back on before flopping on the couch. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” azarathian (Raven): If Beast Boy considered it a success, Raven considered it a miracle. Albeit, the cake wasn’t out the oven and completely finished yet, but with her friend’s guidance, she had managed to get through almost the entire recipe without screwing up too badly. And perhaps, with some luck, the cake would be edible by the time it came out. “Speak for yourself,” she sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to him. A stray hair fell in her face and she looked as if she’d run a marathon. “Thanks, though,” she said softly, feeling a small accomplishment within. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “No prob. So, same time next week?” He half joked. azarathian (Raven): “… We’ll see,” she joked back, unsure of whether she actually meant it or not. She had enjoyed the experience a lot more than she thought she would, and had learnt a few useful cooking tricks for the future as well, so she couldn’t really berate the idea of possibly doing it again. And who knew, perhaps this time the results of her efforts wouldn’t turn out to be burnt and bubbling sludge.     titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Alright.” He flopped his arm over and felt around. “Where’s the remooote?” He whined. azarathian (Raven): “Just get up and turn it on,” she stated, leaning back into the couch cushions. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “I thought I was the one who made unfunny jokes around here.”   azarathian (Raven): “Can’t argue with that,” she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, before standing and walking across to the TV herself. She knew he wasn’t going to do it. Once the TV turned on, she realized she had dominance over what they watched, considering he was too lazy to get up and select the channel himself. So she decided upon something that caught her fancy - a documentary on Lord Byron - then promptly slumped back down to the comfort of the couch. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The documentary served as white noise, quickly putting the changeling to sleep. He was soon snoring slightly and drooling a bit. azarathian (Raven): Within the first five minutes Raven was hooked on the program. She figured Beast Boy had been too exhausted to even attempt to argue over what they were going to watch. She crossed one leg over the other and indulged in the period of rest they were getting after such a draining session of baking. At least when the oven went off they’d have a (hopefully) tasty reward for their hard work. After fifteen minutes, above the voice of the documentary’s narrator, Raven heard a deep, heavy breathing to her right. Prying her eyes from the television screen, they shifted to glimpse the boy beside her, who was now deep in a well-deserved slumber. A bemused smile crawled upon Raven’s face as she watched his chest lift and fall, then, careful not to disturb him, she stood from the couch and made her way back to the kitchen. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The recent events influenced the shapeshifter’s dreams. He dreamed that he was on a cooking show and Raven was his assistant. He was able to cook perfectly, but Raven was a bit of a klutz and had a tendency to make mistakes. Whenever she did, he would make a joke and the audience would laugh. The dream took a strange(r) turn when Raven started crying at being laughed at. He paused the show to make jokes about himself for the audience to laugh at instead. He then gave Raven a hug to let her know everything was alright.   “Don’t cry. It’s okay…” He slurred in his sleep. azarathian (Raven): Arriving back in the kitchen, the magus paced towards the recipe sheet sitting on the counter. She looked down and placed a lone finger back to the step they were up to. Twenty minutes had gone by now, and so only another ten remained before the cake should be able to come out of the oven. With a newfound confidence, Raven knelt down to peer inside the glass window of the oven. The cake was rising and looked like it was keeping its shape - a good sign. Perhaps this would be the first thing she’d make which was not only edible, but tasty. Still, she didn’t want to get her hopes up yet.     She leaned against the kitchen counter for the following ten minutes, waiting patiently for the time to be up and watching the TV screen from a distance whilst she did. The sound was quieter from this far away, but she felt the need to be close to the oven to check on the cake every minute or two, just in case. And every minute or two, her eyes also drifted for a moment to the back of the sleeping boy’s head. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): If he were awake, Beast Boy would be proud. Now, however, he was dreaming another dream. Now, he was back with his parents, his biological parents. He was a child again, but still had his powers and was still called Beast Boy. His parents called him over to meet his new sister. It was Raven, looking like the little girl she was when Trigon had taken over. He didn’t question why she was a few years old, yet somehow just born. It was a dream, after all. “Hi! I’m Beast Boy! What’s your name?” He smiled at the girl. The girl stayed quiet, not saying anything. He cocked his head before taking her hand and running towards a tree. “C’mon! Let’s have fun!” azarathian (Raven): The oven dinged. With haste, she knelt down before it again and peered inside through the window. “Please don’t be burnt,” she muttered to no one in particular, turning the heat off and reaching for an oven mitt. With anticipation, she lowered the oven door, and was greeted with what looked to be a perfectly risen, golden brown cake. She exhaled a sigh of relief before pulling out the oven tray and placing it down on a heat-proof surface. Now it had to cool, before being frosted. Feeling a sense of triumph, Raven walked back to the sofa to continue watching her program whilst the cake waited in the kitchen and cooled. On her way round the couch, she spotted that same cake-spatter the boy had missed on his cheek earlier. Pausing for a moment, she eyed it, and watched him overcome by sleep. She wasn’t sure why, but stealthily, Raven leant down to his level and used the edge of her hand to swipe the patch away. She smiled to herself. He hadn’t awoken, hadn’t even flinched. For the next hour, she would sit back in front of the TV and get lost in another documentary while her teammate slept. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The green teen continued to dream, climbing a tree with his new little sister. He was eventually able to get her name, Raven. “Raven, huh?… That’s cool… I can turn into a raven…” He mumbled in his sleep. In his dream, he proceeded to morph into a raven and perch on her shoulder, getting a giggle out of her. He smiled as he slept. “You think that’s funny?… I’ve got some jokes…” He murmured before he resumed snoring. A little while later, he woke up. He sat up on the couch and stretched with a yawn. Scratching his head, he looked to where Raven had been. “Man, I just had the weirdest- Where’d ya go?” azarathian (Raven): The hour passed quickly. Probably because she was really enjoying the show she was watching, not to mention relishing the much-needed relaxation time. The boy beside her was still lost in dream-land, and just as she stood to return to the cake, he seemed to mumble something in his sleep. She almost snorted. What on earth was he dreaming about? Clearly she was in it - unless he knew someone else by her name (very unlikely). The empath chose not to intrude upon his doze and whatever he subconsciously spouted any longer, opting to make herself useful and wander back to the kitchen where their cake awaited. She referred back to the recipe sheet. Of course, the cake needed to be frosted… Something she’d never tried before, let alone on her own. Still, it wasn’t going to decorate itself, and perhaps if she could create something that smelled this tempting, she could make it look just as much so. With difficulty, she tried earnestly to do her best at frosting the cake. Her hand slipped here and there, and the finish was slightly messy, but she did it.     “Where’d ya go?” she heard from across the room. “Come here,” she returned, looking down at her ‘masterpiece’. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Mmkay.” He stood up and headed for the kitchen, assuming she needed help. “Did the oven go off yet?” His eyes widened when he saw the completed cake. “Dude! You did that by yourself?! How?! I mean… I knew you could do it!” He grinned widely and gave a thumbs up. azarathian (Raven): Appreciating the appraisal, she nodded and admired her efforts. “Yeah, somehow…” she said, smiling. “Wasn’t too hard, but it’s nothing fancy. Didn’t wanna push my luck.” After all, she seemed to have spent all her luck having produced a cake that looked as good as the one before her did. “You were asleep, so.”   titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “It looks good! Asleep… That reminds me; I had the weirdest dreams! You were in ‘em. We had our own cooking show and I was really funny and stuff! And in the other one, we were, like, siblings? You were my younger sister somehow and we were running around being kids,” he laughed. azarathian (Raven): Leaning one hand against the tabletop, the magus turned to him. “Wow, you funny? Must’ve been a crazy dream,” she smirked. “Weird imagination you got there.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Oh, c’mon, Rae. I’ve made you laugh before.” azarathian (Raven): “Uh huh,” she muttered vaguely, choosing to swiftly change the subject and draw their attention back to the cake. “So, want to try it?” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): The subject change worked. “Well, it’s not gonna try itself!” He scampered off to get a cake spatula and returned, holding it up with a big grin. azarathian (Raven): Almost nervously, she slid the cake over to him. All that work would be for nothing if it tasted awful. “Okay, but I’m not taking responsibility if you’re poisoned.” titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He paled a little. “Did you put something in there that wasn’t part of the recipe?” azarathian (Raven): “No,” her eyes rolled. “But this is something I’ve made, don’t forget.” Consuming something Raven had made in itself was a frightening concept, from past experience. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Something we made.” He clarified as he cut two slices. azarathian (Raven): He was right, to be fair. Still, she was apprehensive. What if it tasted awful? Only one way to find out… “After you,” she insisted, hesitant to take the first bite. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Gee, thanks.” He got out a fork and took a bite. It looked good, it smelled good, and judging from the look on his face, it tasted good. azarathian (Raven): There was a pause. “Well? Is it safe?” she half-joked, eyeing his reaction and awaiting an answer before trying her own slice. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He thought for a moment before holding his slice away from her. “No. I better eat it all to keep you safe.” azarathian (Raven): Raven scoffed, clearly unconvinced. “I couldn’t let you do that,” she replied, before taking her slice in hand. “Gonna risk it…” To her surprise, it tasted good. Really good. She was shocked, to say the least, but mostly relieved and somewhat proud. “Wow. We didn’t die,” she joked. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): He snickered, munching happily on the cake. “Or maybe we did and we’re in Heaven.” azarathian (Raven): Taking another bite, she relished the taste and reminded herself of why something she’d worked on could turn out as successful as their cake had. It was thanks to his help. “Well, I’d say we did well, chef,” she remarked, offering him once more the satisfaction of being her superior. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): Beast Boy gasped. “Raven’s smiling and being nice to me! I am in Heaven! “ azarathian (Raven): Her blithe expression fell to one lacking all amusement. Brows flat against her eyes, she levitated a rogue spoon in black behind the other’s head and promptly flung it at his temple - light enough so it wouldn’t hurt him, but hard enough so it’d quell his smugness. “Don’t push it,” she warned, her signature drone returning, as she walked back over to the couch with her slice and plate in hand. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “Ow!” He yelped mostly out of surprise before rubbing his head. He sighed. “Well, that didn’t last long. Guess someone brought me back.” He sat down as well to eat his cake. azarathian (Raven): Well, someone had to keep him from getting too cocky. Raven took another bite before a thought occurred to her. “We should probably tell the others that we’ve made cake for them,” she said. titansandothersrp (Beast Boy): “They back yet? Robin and Star went on a date or something and Cyborg went to some all you can eat thing that didn’t know about him yet.” azarathian (Raven): “Oh, then maybe not,” she returned, somewhat disappointed, though she didn’t show it. The sooner her teammates got to realize what she was capable of making in the right hands, the better. And truth be told, she was very proud of her first success. “We’ll catch them later.” Raven nestled back into the sofa as she had before, observing whatever new show had come onto the channel that had been playing in the background whilst they’d been eating their first bites of cake. Secrets of Italy’s Ancient Ruins - nice. Feeling more content than she had in quite some time, the girl indulged in the treat on her plate and the documentary on the TV screen before her. There was one thing the two had forgotten, though… Behind them, the kitchen was coated in spilled ingredients, floury heaps and dirty dishes. Oh well. They’d see to it after the show was over. [ FIN~ ]

#RP: Cooking Lessons #roleplay #TAOMuse: Beast Boy #compiled roleplay #completed roleplay #azarathian

[revthepunchbear]

Striking Bargains

In the middle of the night at the Shadowsun manor, all was still except the quiet shift of wind through the tree. It was early hours, when darkness had settled in and even the Kaldorei were usually in bed. That was when the fog came. Out of the jungle the fog rolled thick across the floor, rolling like smoke licking  towards the manor. From the smoke came thousands of skittering spiders came climbing the walls of the manor, searching for an entrance.

Reveria woke with a start, feeling something was wrong. Eilithe had the same reaction in her bed down the way.

Something was trying to break through the seals on her house.

Something tugged at her mind, something outside in the jungle. She looked to the nesting dolls to see their eyes looking all over, their mouths running wild as if they might be screaming. The fetish on her night stand seemed to pulse faster and faster before Rev grabbed it, feeling the heavy weight of voodoo magic it in. "Fuck..." She was already moving out of bed, getting herself dressed in light, flexible pants and a crop top. 'E... Something's happening here. I think Mama is coming.' She called out directly to Eilithe over the seal. Once dressed she ran out of the room to see the spiders crawling all over the windows of the home. 'E! There are spiders everywhere! It's like they're trying to get in.'

‘I know! I'm coming, is Saakes defending? Reveria, listen to me get into your kitchen and get salt. Lots and lots of it.’

The spiders swelled up over the windows of the downstairs, searching for anything- a crack, a break, anywhere there was a weak point in the seals on the house. Meanwhile, Eilithe was literally sprinting- Gra'Dighet running out ahead of her. She was dressed in a skirt and crop top and had barely had time to grab up her swords before she was out the door. Back at Rev's manor, the crossroads brands pulsed from the walls, and Rev might hear a  rumbling laugh, "Ahhehe- Ay Mama ya come ta play again? Miss ya back home- come give Ol' Saakes a kiss, ya pretty t'ing."  The seals pulsed again and a shriek came from one of the spiders.

Rev listened to Saakes taunt Mama Zarenyen, a smirk tugging at her lips before she heard Eilithe's reply. She left the living room, running as fast as her pregnant self could move. Once she got to the kitchen, she pulled out the big jar of salt that was kept in the cupboard.  The drudiess had a good idea of what she was about to use this for but wanted to double check. "Am I spreading this in a circle somewhere E?"

"Spread it in a circle and sit in it and bring a knife with you- you might have to draw a sigil, just sit tight, I'm almost there." And she was, the only issue was how she was going to  get inside without letting in the  house. Inside the house, Saakes felt Mama pushing back, so many spiders crawling up the first floor that there was no natural lighting . Outside another seal  popped and sent a spider squealing to its death. Disembodied Saakes' voice rang out. "Come now, Mama Z- don' wanna be killin ya chil'ren-- dontcha worry, we can make us more Mama, ah ehehehe." He roared with a laugh. Just outside, Gra'Dighet had gotten their first- growling low as several small spiders seemed to meddle into a biggest one. The creatures lunged at each other, rolling together in combat.

Rev crouched down behind the island after she grabbed a knife, spreading salt in a thick circle all the way around her. Those inky black hues flicked around as the seals did their work, popping spiders here and there as Mama continued her assault on the house. From outside the house, the echoing voice of Mama came back, sweet and sultry. "Saakes ya 'andsome deveel... Why ya be protectin' what mine? I make ya a deal... Ya le' me have dah one in dah house an' I be lettin' ya have ya little Dusk... She be mine righ' now... Zin'Ulwembu an' I not even strikin' our deal ye'. I be choosin' her so yah bes' jus' le' Mama talk tah 'er."

A crash of of a window breaking in the back of the house came as spiders pressed against it, the spiders began flooding into the house, riding on rolling smoke. Saakes' magic burned brighter and seemed to hold the spiders back from the kitchen area of the house. Reveria's ears flattened at the sound of the window shattering, the thousands of skittering legs echoing through into the house now. "Oh Mama, 'M sad ta say dis one ain' fa you- by extension she be my little zulfi's. Go on, ya beautifal' wo'mon- come on back when ya feelin' more diplomatic." He offered. Outside Gra'Dighet was locked in combat with a massive spider, presumably a sort of 'champion' of Mama. He snapped at the spider, though it lashed at him with venomous fangs. Eilithe  felt a sting almost, like the venom has brushed with her very soul. But she kept moving. Sprinting at the front door, Eilithe hunkered down and busted the lock on the door with the force of her weight. Through the halls, she could see the battle between gods happening further through into the house, but she didn't pay that any mind. "Reveria!" she jogged through the house to the kitchen, to find her. She stood purposefully on the outside of her salt circle. "Listen to me- we're going to drive her back. It's going to take both of us, okay?"

"How yah gonna claim 'er Saakes? Yah dun even know 'er. Zin'Ulwembu foun' Mama... We be havin' a bargain tah make... Yah don' get tah make dah rules 'ere." Rev looked up at her friend, nodding vigorously. "Alright, just tell me what I need to do E! She's gonna tear the house down soon if we don't hurry."

"'m da Lord o' Deals, Mama, ain' nothin' ya can keep from da Loa o' da Crossroads." He rumbled the house the rapid squish squish squish squish as the Loa crushed more of Mama's children, managing to hold her back. "Hurry Hurry Little Zulfis," he offered back to the joined elves. Outside Gra'Dighet couldn't seem to fight off the spider, suffering another bite which seemed to effect Eilithe as much as it did Gra'Dig. "Fuck," she hissed on her knees. With her knife she slashed across her palm. "Mark my sigil as though they were mirror images." Eilithe began drawing with her  own blood a crossroad, then began to fill in the quadrants with voodoo sumbols.

Wasting no time, Rev followed Eilithe's lead. She slit her palm open, using a clawed finger from the other hand to dab like a brush , mirroring her friends's symbols. Once complete she looked over to Eilthe. "What now?" Meanwhile, Mama Z started to laugh. "Da Loa o' dah Crossroads? Fah dah Lord o' Deals ya dun like makin' 'em Saakes. I be havin' power tah give tah ZIn'Ulwembu. Jus' give Mama a mineet tah strike dah bargain." Relentless it seems.

Eilithe pressed her palms onto the corners of the brand to the left and the right. "Like this Reveria- and say these words exactly as I say them." She looked at her and said a simple, but powerful incantation, that was essentially a banishing hex. A plume of smoke hit the floor, as though exhaled from the ceiling, it twisted like a tornado before the form of Saakes took shape from the smoke, he stood at something like nine feet tall. "Ya ain' been wantin' ta deal, Mama. Ya been makin' threats veiled behind a trade, no baby you wanna deal with Saakes ya come on out wit' somet'ing to offa'."

Rev again followed suit, pressing her palms into the corners of her own brand. Inky hues stared at Eilithe, saying the words in unison with her as they incanted their hex. After Saakes took form, a large group of spiders began to form together soon coming to bring that strange shape of Mama Z out. The woman looked far more troll like this time, though she still had the spidery limbs sprouting from her spine. "Come den Saakes. I make a bargain wit' ya. Lemme 'ave Zin'Ulwembu and den you can 'ave me." She did a ridiculous display of sensually sliding her hands over her figure. "She gon' be mah chosen... She got dah touch dat calls tah Mama. Ya know ya wan' some dis sweet Mama Z love." Her spidery appendages moved to slide along Saakes’ body, teasing him.

Something wasn't exactly right- but Eilithe managed to hold the hex. "Reveria, think about your children right now- use that. Focus. Do it again." The sigil sparked on Eilithe's side, then bled through the salt circle  and into Reveria's side. Rev growled but renewed her efforts, closing her eyes as she thought of the children to come. Images flashed in her mind of the supposed boy and girl that Eilonwy told her she would be having. Adorable infants, then giggling and smiling toddlers, teens that were beautiful yet still gave their min'da trouble, mates found then grandchildren... Rev wanted it all so bad that her heart swelled with desire and she put all that energy into the brand. Chuckling, Saakes' smoky form withered then appeared closer to the other Loa. "Dat's  a temptin' offa', Mama. But it ain' wort' it to me. Deals already been struck wit' little Dusky an' once a deals been struck wit' Saakes ain' no man nah woman gon' undo it. You t'ink it ova', Mama. Leave dem youngins' out ya' deal maybe we can negotiate." As Saakes came up close to her, Mama grinned up at him, laying a hand on his chest. "Dah chil'ren? Saakes why you not jes say so? Zin'Ulwembu not be arguin' when first be meetin' Mama. So what Mama be gettin' if she dun take dem chil'ren huh? She be gettin' Zin'Ulwembu an' some dat sweet time wit' Saakes?"

When Rev pulled her focus together, the marks on the floor pulsed red- then to the smoky grey that was much like the smoke that Saakes wrapped himself in. The force that cut through the house was enough the rattle the windows open, a hard breeze sweeping the house, like it would suck Mama right out of the house. Saakes gave a chuckle, biting into a cigar. "Aaah, Mama ya feelin' tha'? Lookin' like we goanna haft' ta' take dez negotiations ta tha' otha' side. We be comin' to an agreement.. some how." He offered his hand to her, as though he'd spirit her away with him.

Rev fell back on her ass as the incantation was completed, sucking in a deep breath as the brands pulsed and smoke swept through the house with the other worldly breeze. "Fuck..." She looked relieved, managing to pick herself up enough to peek over the top of the island towards the living room. Mama did indeed feel the breeze and her figure moved in close to Saakes, taking his hand. "Aye Saakes, Ya take me tuh tha utta side and we be workin' out dat deal.  I be havin' what yah wan'." She gave a wry smirk, gaze snapping to Reveria as the woman peeked over the island. "I be comin' fah yah Zin'Ulwembu. Saakes and Mama gon be workin' out a deal fah ya. Dun you wor-eh. Dem chil'ren be safe. Mama got a soft spot fah han'some Saakes here."

Saakes put his arm around Mama, chewing on the end of his cigar. "Tol' ya I won' be lettin' ya code go, Eleet'." He swatted Mama on the ass playfully,  "Hehe, Saakes gotta hard spot fa' Mama if'n ya know wha' I mean." He turned to lead them away-- off to discuss the fate of souls that weren't theirs. Eilithe did her own peeking, watching as spiders and smoke bled out of the room. She  puffed up her cheeks and slid so that she could just lay down on the floor. "Fucking voodoo. Fucking finger wigglers."

Rev slid down the island cupboard, feet and legs pushing through the ring of salt, making even more of a mess. She really didn't seem to care as she let out long breath like she'd been holding it the entire time. "That just fuckin' happened. Fuuuck. She broke out one of the windows. There's salt all over the kitchen... blood..." Rev seemed far less concerned with the magic of it all in her stupor and far more concerned with the aftermath of housework she didn't wanna do.

Eilithe let out a breath, "I'll stay and help you the broken glass-- I'm sure we can get another one cut by tomorrow, okay?" She smeared her hands down her face. "When I can stand up-- you start the kitchen and I'll get the window fixed. Just.. a minute." Eventually, they got up and got to work. (tagging @eilitheduskbringer for mentions!) 

#rev #reveria #eilithe #voodoo #mama zarenyen #saakes #the -not- sisters #dead sun harbor #WRA RP #wyrmrest rp