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love-belle · 10 months

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i loved you so hard for a time !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which everyone thinks that they're done for good but it's quite the opposite.

for when your love is just out of this world. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

prequel - used to love you ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - tagging everyone that asked for part ii @lorarri @mirrorball-6 @willowpains @fluffyspaceprincess @twobluejeans @urmooniee @electrobutterfly @dakotali @ushygushybaby @sinofwriting hope you like this!!! thank you so much for reading, i love you <3

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danielricciardo we're just two people.

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paddock.club break-up confirmed for ricciardo and y/l/n? fans believe that daniel and y/n are over for good as the formula one driver was seen leaving the singer's hometown — without her. rumours have been flying ever seen y/n released two songs and fans reckon they're about daniel and their break-up. the couple dated for more than five years and their supporters are devasted by their potential split. numerous sources have also claimed that the couple "decided that it was for the best" and "they were just at different points of their lives". for more details about the pair, head to our bio and click on the link.

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clonecyare · 3 years

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For the clone hc thing uhhhh because of the blue shadow virus, Rex's immune system had been compromised leading to him getting sick easier then other clones, but he hates to admit it when it happens so he tries to power through the sickness. It falls to torrent (mostly Kix) to bully him into resting when this happens XD

Protocol 57: Get The Captain To Rest

Summary: Rex’s immune system has never been the same since the Blue Shadow virus. Cue Torrent company holding an intervention.

Pairing: None

Tags: sick rex, caring brothers, torrent company being the best vod, rex is very loved, but also stubborn when he gets sick

Word Count: 922

A/N: This was fun to write! Mando’a translations at the end. Headcanon submitted as part of this post.

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Rex gave a disgruntled sniffle as he walked down the halls of the Resolute, shivering lightly even under his full armour. In one hand he held a datapad and a stack of flimsi reports, in the other, a handful of tissues.

Ever since he contracted the Blue Shadow virus the previous year, Rex found he fell sick more often than most of his brothers, and that it hit him harder when he did. But, he was a soldier. He was the Captain of the 501st Legion and he had work to do. He wasn’t about to let a little sickness get in his way. They were at war, for Force sake!

Unfortunately, his vod’ikas had other plans.

----

Jesse was first to spot their ori’vod looking, well, for lack of a better word, osik. If it hadn’t been for the puffy eyes and coughing, the stumbling would have given him away. He tapped a few buttons on his wrist comm, tapping through to Five’s private comm link.

“Fives, we’ve got a protocol 57, spread the word.”

“Damn it, again?”

Fives responded almost immediately with a chuckle, and Jesse could hear shuffling on the other end, then a few beeps and Echo joined them. Before long, the rest of Torrent company was on the comm.

Fives chuckled as he and Echo made a quiet escape from the training room,

“Right, let's have a clean sweep this time, eh vod?”

Dogma laughed,

“Don’t worry, we got this. 34th times a charm, right?”

Tup elbowed him, and Fives continued.

“Echo and I are on point, we’ll run interference at the armoury and push him up to the bridge. Hardcase, you find him and get him to us.”

Jesse rolled his eyes as the rest of his brothers recited their jobs. “I’ll get word down to Kix. Good luck di’kuts.”

----

Rex was idly rubbing his temples as he headed for the mess hall, too engrossed in his datapad to notice Hardcase approaching him at first. Engrossed may be the wrong word, when really he was just trying to make the words stop moving.

“Captain…” Hardcase jogged to catch up with him. “Sir, are you alright?”

Rex snapped out of it, turning to face the trooper. He cleared his throat, balling his tissues in his palm.

“Hardcase, I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“You're headed for the mess and lunch finished an hour ago.” He nodded to the empty mess hall, beginning to guide him away and down the brightly lit hallway. “Are you sure you’re alright? Echo was looking for you to oversee an inventory in the armoury but I can help him if you’d like. I think Kix is still down in medical if-”

“That won’t be necessary. Thank you, Hardcase.”

The man just shrugged and clasped his hands behind his back. “I have the next training session, I’ll walk with you to the armoury, Sir.”

Rex loved all his vod, really, he did. But he did not have the energy for Hardcase right now. Still, he powered through, nodding his head.

Hardcase did. not. stop. talking. and gesturing energetically the entire time. He saluted the Captain as he stopped outside the armour, where Fives and Echo were conveniently just leaving, standing to attention.

He gave them a wink and left them in the company of their now exhausted Captain.

Rex waved his hand to put the arc troopers at ease, nodding inside the inventory and coughing.

“You needed me to do an inventory?”

Echo shook his head, “It’s alright Sir, Fives assisted me.”

“Are you alright, Captain? We can handle the bridge report this evening, why don’t you turn in early? You must be exhausted-” Fives tried, maybe they’d get lucky.

“I’m quite alright, boys.” Rex said suspiciously. “Why do you all keep asking if I’m alr-”

Rex cut himself off with a rather large sneeze, followed by a coughing fit. Fives grinned, giving Echo a look behind his ori’vod’s back.

“I think Tup was looking for your Sir, you might want to catch him on your way to the bridge, it seemed important.”

Rex suppressed his complaints and rubbed his temple, nodding. “Thanks vod.”

He set off again, and Echo was straight on his comm.

“Dogma, he’s all yours.”

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On his way to find Tup on the bridge, Rex caught Dogma sprinting at the other side of the hallways, a stack of flimsi in his hand. Rex wasn’t in the mood for this, groaning and rubbing his temples.

“Dogma, what did I say about run-”

“Sorry Sir, I wa- wooooah-”

Dogma skidded to a halt in an attempt to salute his Captain and ‘tripped’, landing on the cold durasteel floor and clutching his ankle.

Rex kneeled beside him, shaking his head with a sigh. “Dank farrik, not again. Come on, let’s get you to Kix.”

Dogma let Rex help him up and limped all the way to the medical bay where Jesse was standing with Kix, grinning.

Kix just rolled his eyes and shooed Dogma away, who promptly stood on his perfectly uninjured feet and joined Jesse at the door.

“What the-”

Kix pointed to the nearest cot. “On the cot, Sir, you look like bantha shit.”

Rex opened his mouth to protest, and was hit with a fit of coughing. Scowling, he resigned himself to his fate and climbed up onto the cot. He shot a look at Jesse and Dogma, standing smugly in the doorway wearing matching smirks.

“Di’kuts.”

Jesse and Dogma just grinned as Hardcase, Fives, Echo and Tup’s heads appeared one by one, sticking around the doorframe.

“We love you too, ori’vod.”

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Vod’ikas - little brothers

Ori’vod - big brother

Osik - shit

Di’kuts - idiots

Vod - brother

Dank farrick - fuck

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shoto-hoedoroki · 3 years

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Cuffed, a smut by shoto-hoedoroki (NSFW, 18+)

Shoto Todoroki x fem reader, Tags: Handcuffs, boyfriend, sexting, spanking, slight pain kink, hair pulling, fem receiving oral, mirror usage, aged up characters

Word count: 4.2k

This is my first smut piece, so I’m super excited about it, just been horny about a few of the mha boys recently tbh, alr here we go :)

PS: would def do a part 2 if this gets appreciated, might do one regardless, lol!

_____

Ah, team dinners. Always memorable but rarely a joy. You sat near the end of the long wooden dining table between Moms and Su. Across from you sat your boyfriend, Shoto Todoroki, who sat between Izuku and Ochoa.

You and Shoto hadn’t been dating for that long — only around ten months. You’d had sex around the six month mark and it had been intense, to say the least. You and Shoto had an immediate, undeniable passion that couldn’t be ignored.

Recently, you’d been testing the waters with each of your respective sexual desires. It was out of both of your controls, for in the bedroom you lost yourselves to each other. Each first attempt at a new kink was hesitant, but once you both asserted that you were comfortable with it, reigns loosened completely and you had each other. You loved seeing the uncontrolled, heated sexual drive in Shoto’s eyes. He was insatiable. He was your drug.

This week of training at UA had been unforgiving. You’d barely had time with Shoto and you were having serious withdrawals. You could tell through the subtle way that Shoto eyed you from across the table that he was lusting for you in the same way. His eyes, unreadable to most, showed you a dark desire that needed to be satisfied.

Your end of the dining table held kind conversation. Su and Momo were giving Ochaka encouraging words about her training, while Izuku and Todoroki listened and interjected when necessary.

“You’ll figure out a way around the nausea, Ochaka,” Su said, “You always have before.”

“Yeah, I’m just stressed out because everyone else is doing great with their new moves. I don’t wanna fall behind . . .” Ochaka lifted her palms up to her blushing cheeks and spared a quick glance towards Izuku.

“You’ll get there. I’m sure of it!” Mom said, giving Ochaka a firm and encouraging nod.

“Yeah, Ochaka,” Izuku pipe up, “I’m struggling with my new move too. I’m trying my best not to imitate All Might with this one, but considering that he’s the best hero of our age why shouldn’t I be? What standard am I setting for myself if I settle, versus if I . . .”

Those in earshot collectively groaned as Izuku began to ramble intensely while staring at his hands. Beneath the table, something nudged your foot meaningfully. You looked straight ahead and saw Shoto staring at his lap. When he looked up, his eyes immediately met yours and you were faced with a look that made your heart beat faster. The lust in his eyes made it clear what he was going to do to you tonight.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. As Momo begged Izuku to stop rambling, you pulled it out and checked the notification — a text from Shoto. It read:

‘I’ve got something I want to try out later.’

You glanced up at him with an eyebrow raised, but he was looking off in another direction. Playing hard to get? Or was he just keeping your communications secret, not giving anyone else a hint at what was happening between you?

Regardless, you texted back:

‘What is it, baby?’

You nudged his foot back under the table for fun. He was looking down, undoubtedly at his phone. Your phone buzzed and you eagerly checked it.

Shoto had sent a plain picture of black-rimmed handcuffs lying on his bedspread, probably taken just before dinner and saved for this moment. He just wanted to rile you up in public.

Your jaw dropped reactively; his boldness shocked you. Luckily, screams burst out down the table at that moment. Bakugo was standing at his feet and screaming about someone touching his damn rice. Kirishima and Kaminari cackled before him. You were able to recover yourself before general attention was drawn away from Bakugo’s scene; everyone had first been alerted by the shouting, but it was just Bakugo being Bakugo.

You looked back to Shoto, who was again refusing to meet your eyes. You frowned, trying to craft up a response to his racy text. Suddenly, he shifted his gaze back to you. The corner of his lip was tipped upwards. His ego was feeling boosted tonight, huh? Maybe he’d already gotten himself off earlier to the thought of you trapped in the cuffs beneath him, squirming while he fucked you until you were speechless.

The response then snapped into your mind. You quickly typed it out and pressed send:

Who’s wearing them first?

Now it was your turn to grin. You looked back up the table to Shoto. He took out his phone again. You carefully watched as his eyes scanned over your daring words. At first, his eyes widened, but just as quickly they narrowed. He shot you a predatory glance up between his lashes.

Your phone buzzed. Shoto said:

I’m in charge of you tonight, baby. You’re mine.

You squirmed in your seat at the words and looked up once more to your boyfriend. He was leaning back in his seat, comfortably smirking at you, his arms crossed and his dress shirt pushed up sexily to his elbows. Maybe what was most sexy was how clueless everyone else around you was, and how meaningful that smirk was to you.

****

The dinner ended, and as everyone walked back to their respective dorm rooms, you and Shoto both lingered in the common area. You bade your classmates goodnight one by one. You could practically feel the passionate heat waving off of Shoto. He didn’t say goodnight to any of your classmates; perhaps he was too worked up to even use his voice.

Finally, the pair of you were finally alone. You glanced up to see that he was already gazing down at you. Something deep and primitive was showing in his eyes.

“Follow me.” He murmured, before grabbing your hand and beginning to walk in the direction of his dorm room.

The walk was silent. You were nervous and so excited. Your heart raced as imaginative images flashed through your mind of what was potentially to come.

Shoto lead you around the corner and finally, after what felt like eternity, you were at his door. He pushed it open and you followed him in. You barely got passed the threshold when he turned and placed his palm against the inside of the door. He pressed it shut, effectively pushing you against the door and trapping you beneath his arms. He leaned over you, and you could merely cower beneath his lusted gaze. His breaths lightly puffed against your forehead.

“I can’t wait to taste you tonight, y/n.” Shoto murmured, leaning close to your ear so his breath tickled it and his gravelly voice was incredibly clear. “I’ve been thinking about touching your little pussy all week.”

You exhaled as the gravity of his words set in. He pressed his lips against your ear, then placed multiple kisses along the side of your face until he made it to your neck. You couldn’t help yourself as your hands reached forward, burrowing under his shirt to feel his abs beneath your fingers. You relished the softness of his skin and reached to grip at his muscled back, pulling him closer to you. He grunted in pleasure and gave your neck a small suck before pulling away entirely.

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. He turned and walked over to his bed. You spotted the handcuffs from the photo behind him. Shoto reached overhis head and gripped the back of his shirt before pulling it off and tossing it aside. Your gaze went hazy as you watched this show. His back looked so damn taut.

Shoto turned around, now just in slacks. He had a thin, short silver chain hanging from his neck that you hadn’t noticed beneath his shirt earlier. The cuffs were in his palms.

“Come here.” He instructed. You obliged. He reached for your hands and you watched as he carefully cuffed your hands together in front of your torso. There was a serene focus on his face that nearly made you shudder with anticipation.

“On the bed.”

You obliged, easily, scooting back near the headboard. Shoto climbed over you, and you tried to keep your eyes on his face but they lowered to see his defined pecs and abs flex as he made his way up the bed, and you were in a trance at how his v-line so suggestively dipped beneath his slacks . . .

While you weren’t paying attention, Shoto grabbed your wrists with his left hand and forced them over your head. You gasped as he used ice to freeze the handcuffs, and your hands, to the headboard.

“Shouldn’t have let your guard down,” Shoto growled, “What were you saying earlier during dinner? That for some maniacal reason you thought you’d be in control tonight? No, y/n . . . You’re fucking mine tonight.”

You pulled downwards a bit as to test the strength of your cuffs, but as usual his ice was impeccable. You looked up and saw that same subtle smirk on his lips, just a mere upwards twitch of one corner of his mouth. And still, ever-present in those eyes, the undeniable, heated lust of somebody who was about to fuck his girlfriend senseless.

“Fuck, Shoto,” You breathed, helpless.

Shoto then bent down and finally pressed his lips to yours. You immediately melted to his touch, giving a small sigh of satisfaction against his lips. While he began to unbutton your blouse, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Shoto gave a low moan and pressed inwards so you could feel how hard he was already. Fuck, each time you felt his hard cock, even beneath his pants, the size of it shocked you.

Shoto pulled away from your lips and began to press kisses down to your chest, eager to suck on your exposed nipples. He gave them sharp flicks with his tongue, and you pressed your chest upwards into his mouth, wishing you could grab his hair but unable to move your arms at all.

“My favorite thing about this —“ Shoto said, pulling up and then going back down for a quick nip, “— is that I could restrain your entire body with my ice if I wanted to.”

You clenched your legs around his hips, and Shoto hummed a small, lustful chuckle against your chest.

“But then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you in any way that I want.” Shoto spared a glance up at you, tweaking your nipple just as he made eye contact. He forced you to watch as his slick tongue darted from his lips and began to encircle on the nub.

Your head fell back and you unashamedly moaned.

“No, baby,” Shoto said, and you felt his hand leave your chest and wrap behind your head, entangling his fingers in your hair. He then forced your head upwards again, “Eyes on me.”

So you watched helplessly as he pulled away from your tits and allowed his fingers to slowly trail down your sides. You squirmed beneath him.

“Please, Shoto,” You breathed, wiggling your hips slightly, pushing up against his. Shoto bit his lip and cocked his head, as if restraining himself, and let out a short groan.

“So impatient,” Shoto said, “You’re lucky that I'm feeling impatient myself. I just can’t wait to feel how wet that tiny little pussy is for me.”

He dug his fingers beneath the waist band of your skirt and panties, pulling both downwards. You lifted your knees to help the process until finally he tossed aside the fabric and you were fully exposed beneath him.

Shoto then bent forward, holding himself up directly over you and giving you a short, deep kiss. He pulled away so his face was only inches from yours. You couldn’t look away from his dark, needy eyes.

You felt his fingers slip between your legs, pressing up against your entrance. Shoto’s lips fell open slightly, and he easily slid a finger in. The maintained eye contact made it all the more intense.

“Fu-uck, y/n,” He breathed out, pulling the finger out and sliding it back in agonizingly slow, “I can’t wait to have a taste..”

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me, Shoto.” You gazed in his eyes with a helpless look, knowing it would be his undoing. Shoto bit down on his lip, hard; his finger plunged into you, causing you to moan slightly, and he closed his eyes.

He moved quickly away from your face and down between your legs. He placed his hands behind your knees and pushed them upwards towards your head until your ass was entirely off the bed. Your pussy was angled directly into the air. Finally, he moved his large hands down to stretch them over your thighs and hold you there.

You stared up at him, loving the way his muscles flexed as he held your pussy up to him while holding you against the bed.

Shoto bent down and you watched as his tongue darted from his lips. It was cool against your entrance, and he licked slowly up the wet slit to your clit, where he traced small circles around the sensitive nub.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” Shoto breathed against your pussy before placing his lips in a kiss around your clit. He then dragged his tongue back down to your entrance and pushed it inwards. You moaned as his tongue danced inside of you, licking up your wetness. Shoto moaned against your opening, his breath tickling your clit. Your thighs shook, threatening to press inwards, but fuck he was strong and held them steadily spread so he could fully taste your pussy.

Your arms jerked downwards but you were fully helpless. You couldn’t even fight out of this with your quick, not like you’d want to. Shoto’s tongue flicked at your clit, earning a spiral of moans from you. He buried his lips between your pussy folds and sucked, gently applying his teeth to elicit a loud moan and full body clench from you.

“Fuck, Shoto! Nn-h . . .” You braced your teeth and he chuckled against your pussy.

“You like that, baby?” Shoto asked, his voice rumbling low and sending vibrations against your pussy. You glanced downward, met by those damn two-toned eyes from between your thighs, and watched his tongue dart from his lips and press on your clit. You moaned, your head falling back between your arms, and your legs twitching together, but once again held down by his pure strength.

“Mmmm-hmm, yes, I fucking love it . . . Please, keep going.” You panted. But then, his tongue pulled away. Your jaw dropped as he pulled himself back upwards, that stupid victorious smirk on his eyes. You watched his tongue slowly lick your wetness from his own lips and then retreat into his mouth.

“I could eat this pussy all night,” Shoto said, “But like I told you earlier, what I say right now . . . Goes.”

He then pulled down his slacks, allowing his fully hard cock to spring outwards. Shoto brought himself back up towards your head and began to kiss you; he laid a hand around your head and gripped your hair in his hand. You whimpered and clenched your thighs around his muscular torso, and he growled in pleasure against your lips. You knew how much Shoto liked to feel your reactions to his stimulation. He gripped your hair tighter to earn himself more of you wrapping around his body.

“Fuck, baby.” He breathed. You wanted to jerk your damn arms out of the handcuffs so you could feel his slick, sexy torso that was mere inches above yours.

You felt the head of his cock pressing against your pussy and you leaned your hips into it. Shoto didn’t fight it, allowing the head of his cock to slip past your pussy lips. He let out a low moan and thrusted forth another inch, but stopped before he could fully enter you. He remained exactly where he was, only an inch past the tip inside of you, leaving you a whimpering mess on the bed.

“Fuck me. Please,” You whispered. You wrapped your thighs around his back to keep him from getting to far as he leaned back slightly. In the reflecting light in the dark room, his torso looked so damn muscular. The chain on his chest glinted gently in the light, hanging between you two.

“Beg all you want, but we’re doing things my way.” Fuck, the feeling of him so close to being inside of you but not quite was agonizing.

“You’re going to come on my cock more than once tonight.” Shoto purred before pressing forward again, and suddenly you could another inch of his cock between your pussy, and now that it was in more, you could feel its thickness widening your pussy lips. You nearly shuddered, “So we’re gonna start off slow.”

Before he even bottomed inside of you for the first time that night, you felt his thumb press onto your clit and began to move in slow, teasing, circular motions. He was gazing into your eyes darkly, searching for your satisfaction, and you felt the full length of his cock slowly begin to slip past your folds into your pussy.

“I love feeling your cunt stretch out for me. It’s so damn tight.” Shoto said, continuing to massage your clit as his cock moved slowly into you, inch by damn inch. You panted on the bed, maintaining that eye contact, and already your legs were beginning to tremble.

“Fuck, Shoto, I want you to fuck me harder!” You begged, leaning towards him the most you could while cuffed and looking into his eyes. Damn, you were pathetic. But at that moment, you let out a whimper; his dick hadn’t even fully entered your vagina, but it was already pressing against your cervix.

Todoroki let out a low moan. His eyelids fluttered in pleasure. He leaned his torso down, propped up by one hand, and kissed you, leaving his length as deeply as he could inside of you for the time being. Your entire body was beginning to twitch with pleasure as his thumb’s movements increased in pressure and intensity on your clit.

Todoroki pulled away from the kiss and bent down over your ear, and finally began pumping in and out of you, so very slowly. You wrapped your thighs around his back to keep him from moving away, because you loved feeling his low, deep breaths right against your ear as he fucked you.

You were moaning louder and louder. His finger was now flicking and rubbing your clit just the way you know Todoroki loved to; it’s the way he manipulated you when he wanted you to come.

“Please, make me cum,” You whimpered through moans in his ear. Shoto became riled at the words and gave slow, hard thrust into you. You cried out and clenched around him.

“Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel that little pussy cum all over my cock.” He was flicking your clit so quickly, and you felt the blood rush to your face as you came, moaning and wrapping around him and cooing his name as he eased you to your finish. Shoto matched your moans in your ear, undoubtedly loving the feeling of your pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick cock.

He relinquished pressure on your clit after you finished and leaned up the moment your legs relaxed around him. However, he left his cock in, and as you panted on the bed, you spared a glance upwards to see the deep lust still ever present in his eyes.

One of his arms was reaching over you and you realized he was melting the ice around your handcuffs. As you recovered from your orgasm, Todoroki tilted you on your side and redid the handcuffs, this time behind your back instead of in front of you.

“Are — are we switching positions?” You asked through deep breaths — you couldn’t help the long recovery time it took from the orgasms Shoto gave you.

“What, you thought I was done with you?” Todoroki said in a low, dangerous voice. He grabbed the chain linking the handcuffs together and you arranged yourselves so that you were on your knees facing the edge of the bed, while he was behind you. Both of you faced the mirror that he had just hung before his bed. In the mirror you could see yourself on your knees, face flushed and tits swelled with gravity. Positioned behind you, also on his knees, Shoto was holding you upright by gripping the chain of the handcuffs in his left hand. You watched his eyes rake over your ass before reeling back with his free hand and placing a sharp smack on your cheek.

You let out a squeal, but quickly pleaded, “Smack it again.”

Todoroki obliged, and you watched as his right palm glowed red; he was employing the kink you’d tried last week. As his hand contacted your ass cheek, you let out a yelp, but you loved the pain that his heated hand brought to you, because fuck, it was him. You knew a fire-powered spank would leave a mark, but you loved that it was his mark.

You then felt his cock, just as hard as before, nestle between your pussy lips.

“Still dripping for me, huh?” Todoroki asked, and you watched in the mirror as he leaned his torso back in order to watch his cock slip into your cunt.

“Shi — i — t,” He groaned and you gave a high moan as he bottomed within you. His meaty cock made you feel so damn full, you could happily sit on it all day. Shit, right now you were essentially trapped with it inside of you, as he was gripping the handcuff chain tight to keep you from rebounding away.

“Your cock feels amazing, stretching me out like it is,” You breathed. You knew how closer to the edge the praise sent him.

He pulled out and gave a heavy, fast thrust inwards, letting himself sink all the way into your pussy with another deep moan. “Y/n, you feel so fucking good. I feel like I could come right now.”

You watched him thrust in again with the mirror, loving the way his abs and pecs flexed as he pushed into you, the way his chain rested on his muscles. When he pulled out again, he looked back into the mirror to meet your eyes.

“But I won’t cum. I’m not done with this cunt yet.”

You shuddered at the intensity of his words. “Fuck me harder, Shoto,” You said breathily.

Slowly, his pace picked up. He was gaining momentum, steadily pumping that thick cock into you, and you could feel him at your center with each thrust, and you watched as he bit his lip and flashed his teeth in frustrating lust as he thrusted.

He maintained a steady speed, not one of a man who was about to come, but of a man who was loving the pussy he was fucking. You continued to watch him and to feel him fuck you simultaneously, letting out especially loud moans whenever he bumped your cervix or g-spot.

“Yes, Shoto, you look so fucking good!” You moaned as you gazed over his muscled, gleaming body, and he let his heated hand fly onto your ass a few times.

“God, I love the way you tighten up when I spank you,” He said, slowing his pace momentarily. As he slowly thrusted inwards, he placed a sharp smack on your asscheek, and another. He must not have been lying about how good it felt, because he growled and immediately sped up once more to a destructive pace.

He reached around and grabbed a fistful of your hair in his palm. He now held total control of your body; the two reigns he held, your hair and your handcuffed arms, allowed him to fucking ravage your pussy.

You were now unleashing endless moans, feeling your pussy close up as his cock continuously slammed onto the sweet spot deep within you, and feeling his hips bump your ass. He’d never fucked you this deep before.

“I’m — I’m gonna cum!” You could barely breathe out the words. His dick was so deep you couldn’t think straight. All you could feel was Shoto.

“Cum for me, baby,” Shoto growled, relentlessly fucking you. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, of his dick slamming into your juicy cunt, of his deliriously luscious and sexy breaths leaving him, was all you could hear.

You let out a moan that increased in pitch until you were nearly screaming.

“Just like that, baby,” Shoto groaned, gripping your hair tighter as you rode out your high on his cock. His balls were tightening and his face was heating as well as his own orgasm rapidly approached. He continued fucking you as deep as your clenching pussy would allow him — fuck he was so close —

With one final deep, hard push into you, you watched in the mirror as Shoto’s eyes fluttered closed, and you felt his cock begin to twitch and release his cum into your cunt. You moaned — your pussy could not be more stuffed — and Shoto groaned above you, his grip on your cuffs and your hair trembling.

Finally, he relaxed, letting you gently down onto the mattress. He nearly keeled over with pleasure, and sat to the side before undoing your handcuffs.

“Mm, that was so good.” You panted, sliding onto your back, eyes closed. You could feel his cum dribbling out of you at that moment.

Shoto peered between your legs, and you watched the focused expression on his face as he pushed it back into you with a finger before bringing the finger to your lips to suck on. After removing it, he placed a kiss to your lips and a much gentler hand in your hair.

“It was amazing.” Shoto said. His voice was so deep that it gave you butterflies.

“I’ll go grab you one of my sweatshirts and we can cuddle, would you like that?” He offered, getting up from the bed.

You sighed in pleasure. “Yes. But . . . Next time, you’re wearing the cuffs.”

You heard his deep chuckle from across the room.

“Fine, give me twenty minutes and I’ll put them on.”

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #790: Kind of Went Too Far. (RWBY)

12:45 p.m. at the Sidewalks of Mistral.......

Sun: (Starts Panting by a Nearby Pole Alongside with Oscar) Hey....('Pants') Oscar....('Pants') Do you think....('Pants') anyone noticed.....('Pants') that we're long ('Pants').....gone ('Pants')....already? (Starts Wiping the Sweat Off his Forehead)

Oscar: Maybe?....('Pants') Sort of?.... ('Pants') I really don't know at this point to be honest....(Starts Wiping the Sweat Off his Forehead as Well) Let's just hope none of them followed us all the way here....

Sun: Yeah......

?????: ('Ahem')

The duo turns and see Whitley standing behind them while crossing his arms.

Whitley: Do I even wanna know you two are up to right now?

Sun: Oh. (Smiles Brightly at the Youngest Schnee) Hey, Whitley. Oscar and I were just running away from an inevitable doom back at the house.

Whitley: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Pardon?

Oscar: ('Sigh') We were trying runaway from Yang and possibly even Ruby's wrath after Emerald made a comeback on their mom, Summer.

Sun: Who's not here with us in the land of the living..... Doesn't help the fact that Neptune laughed throughout the whole thing. So....here we are.

Whitley: I see.....Well, I can't say I blame those two for being crossed with her. Throwing insults on the dead does seem pretty distasteful if you ask me.

Oscar: ('Sigh') Tell me about it......But anyways, what are you doing out here, Whitley? Taking a scroll around town?

Whitley: Not necessary. (Points at a Building in Front of Him) I was simply going to the café on the other side of the road. (Smiles a Little) I heard their coffee was almost to die for.

Sun: (Smiles Brightly at the Café) Ah dude! You're going to the Mistral Café? Their coffee, expressos and frappuccinos are the best in the town!

Oscar: (Smiles Softly) I have been wanting to go there for a while now...

Whitley: (Sighs While Putting on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) I take it you two simpletons want to tag along, don't you?

Sun: Uh. Correction. Oscar and I are Huntsmen. (Went Back to Smiling) And hell yeah we wanna tag along!

Oscar: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly) If you don't mind any company that is....

Whitley: ('Sighs a Bit in Defeat') I suppose I don't mind.....But you two are paying for your own drinks.

Oscar: (Simply Shrugs) Fine by us.

Sun: Yup.

Few Minutes Later Outside of the Mistral Café.......

Oscar: (Smiles Brightly at a Cup of Coffee He Just Drank on his Side of the Table) You were right, Sun. This has to be the best coffee I've ever tasted.

Sun: Right? (Smiles Relaxingly While on the Other Side of the Table) Told ya this place has the best coffee in town.

Whitley: (Nodded in Agreement While Sitting on the Middle of Table, Enjoying his Cup of Expresso) I agree. This Expresso is magnificent in it's own right. It might rival that to Klein's coffee.

Sun: Uhhhh....Who exactly is-

Oscar: (Turns to Sun) He's the Schnee Family's Butler, Sun. Or at least I....think he still is?

Whitley: He isn't really our Butler anymore. But he does seem to spend a lot more time with mother as of late.

Oscar: Oh, really? Cool. (Turns to Whitley) How's Mrs. Schnee been doing lately if you don't mind me asking.

Whitley: She's doing fairly well for the most part. Still adjusting to the outside world and whatnot. (Smiles a Little) We started to spending a lot more time together than before actually. Speaking of which, she wanted to if you and the others would like to accompany us on a trip one of these days.

Oscar: (Smiles Softly) I have ask everyone else about it first, but other than that, it's sound like a plan alr-

Emerald: (Came Out of Nowhere Slams the Table While Glaring at Oscar With a Black Eye, Causing the Boy Get Startled) ('SLAM') Oscar, you traitorous little shit!

Neptune: (Frowns Over Dramatically at Sun While Having a Black Eye of his Own) What the heck, man!? You guys seriously left in there alone!?

Oscar: Oh! Uh....(Chuckles Awkwardly at the Two Black Eyes Friends) H-Heyyy, Emerald..... Neptune....I uhh...Take it that....Yang has..... already pulverized the both of you.... didn't she?

Emerald: Yeah. She did. The girl literally tackled us from the other side of the room and gave us both black eyes. I couldn't even reacted to all of that in time!

Neptune: It took us five and half minutes to escape the house. And once we noticed that you guys were missing in there, decided to look for the both of you.

Emerald: And now we found out that you two have been here enjoying your little coffees this entire time while we suffered! The hell was that all about!?

Neptune: (Already in Comical Tears) I thought we were all bros man!

Oscar: ('Sigh') Look, guys, we didn't mean to abandon you two like that or anything.

Sun: Yeah. We were just scared of get wrapped up into Yang's fury. Sooooo....we bailed. And besides, in all honestly, you guys kinda had that one coming.

Emerald/Neptune: WHAT!?

Oscar: I'm sorry, but I'm with Sun on this one. (Turns to Emerald) Emerald, you flatted out insulted Ruby and Yang's mom in front them and everybody else in the room.

Sun: (Points at Neptune) And you laughed through all of that.

Oscar: Like seriously, Emerald, who would intentionally ask someone what shoes their parents was wearing while they're in a casket!?

Sun: Your laugh sounds like a literally hyena, dude. I'm sorry.

Oscar: And then you went and insult their grandma by saying she doesn't have any knees to pray to Ozpin or do some kind of....Double-Dutch or whatever!

Sun: Like, I've never once, in my entire life, ever heard you laugh like that. Hell, I can even ask Sage and Scarlet about this right now and I can guarantee you that they say the same.

Emerald: Okay, so maybe I did went a little too far on the mom and grandma comeback, but she started the whole thing first with the stupid shoes insult! How else was I supposed to get her back after that!?

Oscar: Make fun of her cape and Crescent Rose instead! I dunno! But what I DO know is that you NEVER disrespect anyone's dead relative! Even if you do wanna use it for a comeback!

Neptune: I didn't mean to laugh out loud like that. I had no idea those Burns would be THAT funny!

Sun: Look, man, I'm all for hearing a well deserved Burns as much as the next guy, but even I know I shouldn't laugh to one that involves something personal.

Oscar: You're already like a sister to me, Emerald, and I know you been through a lot before I met you, but if you really wanna makes amends with Ruby and the others, you can't be doing stuff like this.

Emerald: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah..... You're right.....(Turns to Oscar With a bit if a Regretful Look on her Face) I'm sorry, Oscar.....

Oscar: ('Sigh') It's fine, Emerald. I was never mad at you to begin with. But you know I'm not the one who you should be apologizing to, right?

Emerald: (Sighs While Giving Oscar a Simple Nod in Agreement) Yeah....

Sun: (Starts Ruffling the Top of Neptune's Hair) That goes for you too, bro. You need to apologize to Ruby and Yang for laughing like a hyena.

Neptune: ('Sighs in Defeat') I know...... (Glares at Sun) AND I'M NOT HYENA!!!

Emerald: (Gives Neptune a Deadpinned Look on her Face) You so did sound like one.

Neptune: (Immediately Turns to Emerald) WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON RIGHT NOW!?

Whitley: Once a hyena, always a hyena I suppose....(Continues Drinking his Expresso)

Neptune: (Turns to Whitley) YOU WANNA FREAKING GO, TWERP!!!?

Oscar chuckles lightly at the whole scene before he felt two hands covering his both his eyes.

????: (Giggles Softly) Guuuuess who!~

Oscar: Oh gee, I dunno~ (Starts Smirking Playfully) Is that you, Ozpin?

????: (Starts Snickering) Yeah, right! Like Oz could ever pull off a cute voice like yours truly.

The person remove two hands from Oscar's eyes, revealing herself to be none other than Ruby Rose while smiling brightly.

Oscar: (Smiles Softly at the Girl) Hey there, stranger. What are you doing out here?

Ruby: (Pouts at Oscar While Hugging Him) Looking for you, dumb-dumb!~ You and Sun had everyone back home worried.

Oscar: Even Nora?

Ruby: Especially Nora. She's already forming a search party for you as we speak.

Oscar: ('Sigh') Oh no....(Gets Himself Up From his Seat) Guess we have get back home then. (Turns to Sun) You're coming with us, Sun?

Sun: (Smiles Relaxingly at the Duo) Nah man. You two kiddos can go on without me. If they ask where I'm at, tell 'em I'm having coffee.

Oscar/Ruby: 'Kay!

Emerald: (Immediately Turns to Ruby) W-Wait! Ruby, about what happened earlier, I-

Ruby: (Immediately Held her Hand Up at Emerald While Giving her a Dark Glare) Not now.

Emerald: (Eyes Widened at the Sudden Glare Before Sighing in Defeat While Looking Down on the Ground in Regret) Right........

Ruby: (Turns Back to Oscar With a Soft Smile While Gently Grabbing his Hand) Let's go, Oscar.

Oscar: Oh! O-Okay. (Waves Goodbye at Everyone While Walking Back Hime With Ruby) See you guys later!

Sun: Later, guys!

Neptune: Bye!!

Sun: (Turns to Emerald) You doing okay, Emerald?

Emerald: (Sighs Once More While Slowly Slouching Down on Oscar's Former Seat) Yeah.... I'm just..... Feeling like I'm back to square one in all of this....

Whitley: It could've worse really.....Yang could've suplexed you and Neptune in front of everyone to see.

Emerald/Sun/Neptune: (Gives Whitley Confused Looks on Each of their Faces) ....................

Whitley: My mother suplexed a man for insulting Weiss during that time we all thought her and the others were dead. (Continues Sipping on his Expresso)

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@roz-ani

@miki-13

#rwby #oscar pine #sun wukong #whitley schnee #emerald sustrai #neptune vasilias #ruby rose #klein (mentioned)#willow (mentioned)#yang (mentioned)#summer rose (mentioned)#humor #rosegarden #fluff #potential klein x willow maybe #edited

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dayasbun · 5 years

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Fame - Angus Cloud (6)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 {reading now}

“Okay! So all we’re doing today is the makeout scene, sound good?”

You and Angus nodded, both sitting on the poster bed with cameras surrounding you.

“What did I do?” He muttered to you for the tenth time that afternoon, and just like the other nine times, you didn't respond. Just hours before, Z had properly informed you of Angus’s secret girlfriend, someone he clearly had a thing with-but made sure to tell you nothing of.

THAT MORNING...

“Z!” You rushed over to her, your eyes wide as Storm came up beside you two.

“You have to film in an hour don’t you?” Zendaya questioned, quickly pulling out her phone. You nodded giving Storm a quick smile.

“Yeah, and you already know what I have to film-”

“Mmmmm right, you gotta make out with Angus, trust me we know. Everybodys talking about it, they won’t let us on set to watch y’all though, we tried.”

“I can’t stand you two,” You laughed shaking your head “Anyway, you know why I’m here. What you find out about Angus? That you texted me about last night? And make it quick, I gotta go to hair and makeup in a bit.”

“I’m debating if we should tell you before or after you film your scenes…”

“You basically already told her Ms. Blabbermouth, so just tell her the full thing.” Storm said to Z with a shrug.

“I am not a blabbermouth! I think its just right that she knows!”

“Then tell me Daya, come on!”

“Okay, okay. So my social media is set up so that when someone is following me I can see who follows them that I also follow without even clicking on- this doesn’t make sense, anyway! This girl followed me and the only person following her that I also follow was Angus. I didn’t think much of it, shes public so I wanted to check out her pictures cuz I was bored. She doesn’t have that many followers, but this girl is hot. Like I’m not even gay and she’s fine as hell, that’s why I was going through her pictures because she was just so gorg-”

“She’s pretty, I get it, can we move on?”

“Oh- Sorry. So yeah, I’m scrolling and I get to this picture of her on some man’s lap right? You cant see his face or anything, and there’s no tag. This was posted last month by the way. So there’s no tag or caption, but guess who commented?!”

“Wild guess, Angus?”

“Exactly! And guess what he said?”

“I don’t have time or patience for guessing right now-”

“He commented- and I quote, ‘Baby I miss you, sit on my lap again’ with those nasty thirst trap emojis! So I’m like wait a minute! And I’m going through her pictures now for a whole other reason. I find out they been dating since 2017 and she has a million pictures with him on her page all booed up but get a load of this- she literally never tags him. She always tags this other guy named Steve.”

You let out a huff and crossed your arms. “That’s fucked up. Real fucked up.”

“Yeah, I kn-”

“But I am not going to let it affect me today. I have to make out with him either way for our scene, so being petty isn’t necessary. I’m going to go on that damn set, and I won’t say a single word to him unless it’s on the fucking script!”

NOW...

“And...action!”

Angus let out a long sigh before jumping into the scene for the seventh time. You could tell it was bothering him why you were suddenly giving him the cold shoulder due to it affecting his performance as being Fez. You wanted to feel bad, but who just decides it’s cute to lead practical double lives? You tried to move the topic out of your mind so you wouldn't feel completely livid again and focused on the scene in front of you.

“Don’t do that girl, you got me fucked up.”

“Don’t do what? This?” You bit your lip and moved closer to him.

“You just tryna get some today ain't you?”

“I've been trying to get some since when I came back last week, Fez. But I’m glad you finally decided to notice.”

“Lemme gives you some then, come ‘ere.”

You got onto his lap wrapping your legs around his waist, just like you had the night before. You looked into his eyes and you felt your heart melt, and at this point, you didn't know if you were in character or if this was just you.

But then you remembered you were most likely the side chick.

Your facial expression hardened a bit, not enough for the cameras to pick it up, but you knew Angus noticed. Before he could ask you what was wrong or what he did for the eleventh time and ruin the scene, you pressed your lips to his and kissed him deep.

“Fuck baby...” he groaned into your mouth, his hands working their way up and under your shirt to cup your breasts. Once his large hands reached them, he gave them a nice squeeze causing your breath to hitch as you bounced a little.

Yeah, sure you were mad at him right now...but you loved that shit.

You grinned a bit wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing him down onto the bed. “You want me Fez?” You moaned out in a breathy tone, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Fuck yeah I want you girl, take this shit off for me.”

As you slowly unclipped your bra, you specifically remembered that at this point in the script he was to say ‘Jess’, not girl. But of course, the one-time {yesterday} you wanted him to say girl he had to say Jes-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a sudden “Cut!” from the crew. Letting out a breath you got off of Angus’s lap and clipped your bra. “Good stuff guys, we need Daya and Hunter next so if you see ‘em remind them its time for their scenes in about thirty minutes.”

You nodded putting your shirt back on, and trying to rush off of the set before Angus could catch up to you- but you failed.

“Aye,” he said walking by you “What's good?”

You shrugged. “I don’t really know what's good.”

“Why you acting like this, all different and shit. It’s on god starting to weird me out, what's the dealio wit’ you?”

“Just fuck off.”

Angus raised a brow and stopped walking. Thinking you finally had gotten him to leave you alone, you slowly walked to your trailer but ran into Jacob on the way.

“Hey!” You said softly. You hadn't exchanged many words with him over the time you'd been filming, but every time you had, he had been sweet and polite. The run down with Jacob was that he was talented and cute...that's about all you knew.

The conversation between you and Jacob was brief but pure. He asked you some questions about filming and you told him about how much you loved his performance in the show. Soon enough he reached his trailer and you two parted ways, leaving you alone as you walked to yours.

You stayed more focused on your phone that your surroundings, leading to you not realizing that Angus wasn't far behind you. As soon as you stopped walking and leaned against the side of your trailer, you felt someone in front of you. Looking up from your phone your eyes widened, why the fuck was he still here?

“Angus what the fu-”

“So you think you can talk to me like that?”

Suddenly feeling shy, your voice and confidence lowered. “I was playing...”

“And you think you can just flirt with anybody and everybody?”

“What are you-”

“Imma tells you something, so imma need you to listen to me real clear.”

You swallowed and nodded, looking up at him.

“Ion think you know this yet so imma let you know.” He placed his thumb on your cheek. “You mine, got it? Not Jacobs, not anybody fucking elses, mine.”

You almost couldn't believe the words you were hearin-

“Uh, Y/N, you good?” Jacob asked you. Quickly snapping out of it you nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks.” What a hell of an imagination you had. You took a quick glance behind you and saw no one at all. Letting out a sigh you said goodbye to Jacob and walked into your trailer. As soon as you closed the door you heard a ding that was specially set for your male costar.

Angus☁️: come to my trailer. now.

and why should i do that?

Angus☁️: now Y/N im not fuckin around

im busy

Angus☁️: busy my fucking ass im fr

alr but don't expect me to stay.

Angus☁️ read at 1:34 PM

And even though you didn't quite know what was up yet, just from the texts you could tell that Angus was not happy.

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shroudblessings · 5 years

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things I want roleplay partners to know,

I like to be called: lovey, bonne nuit, or amh.

My favorite colors are: pastel colors.

Gender: female.

Things you should know about me: - generally like to build solid friendships with people who roleplay with me. - doesn’t like to roleplay all the time. - will give folks affectionate nicknames if comfortable enough around them. - am a friendly, talkative person but slow to trust. - loves to write gothic horror, tragic romances and action. - avoids roleplay events due to chat spam. - blunt when necessary. - survives on otome games, gummy bears and sass. - scared of the dark. - loves everything Sailor Moon.

Things you should know about my muse: - because Amh is usually sad and somber, I tend to gravitate to roleplayers who offset her personality to help mediate too much dread overtaking it. - her family backstory and the character Katarina were both inspired by the movie Legend of Sleepy Hollow. There was something about her gentle but guarded nature that drew me in. - all spells and practices are derived from yours truly. - Amh can be stuffy and high strung which I think is a fun contrast to play when it comes to characters who are more wry and adventurous.

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brokaw22 · 6 years

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Fic: A Displaced Red Robin Chapter 16

Title: A Displaced Red Robin Author: Brokaw22/Dragonprincess1988 Rating: T Story Synopsis: Tim gets transported to the cartoon Young Justice world, and he's not sure that he knows how to deal with it.

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Tim meets Robin on a rooftop in the middle of Gotham. He breathes in the night air, feeling the most relaxed that he has ever since he arrived here, which isn’t saying much, because he’s still extremely tense and practically thrumming with anticipation. He needs tonight to go well…otherwise; all of his delicate planning will have been for nothing. Robin, for his part, looks completely at ease with a smile on his face. Tim would roll his eyes if he had expected anything else, but well…Robin is Dick Grayson and an eternal optimist…no matter what Earth he’s from, and Tim’s fairly certain that Robin still doesn’t quite grasp how important and difficult this meeting is going to be. “Would you relax? The kid’s like what? Ten? It’ll be fine.”

This time Tim does roll his eyes, because he’s certain now that Dick definitely doesn’t understand how difficult Jason Todd…any Jason Todd, can be. “Just stick to the plan and let me do the talking.”

Dick nods and motions for Tim to lead the way. “You know, you never did tell me how you intend to keep both Jason and the safe house secret from Batman when you know that he has both of us bugged with trackers.”

Tim merely shrugs as he makes his way from rooftop to rooftop. “The same way that I hide my activities back home. I created a code that overrides the tracker’s program and shows us on a normal patrol route of my choosing. The information is a conglomeration of different patrols I’ve done on particularly slow evenings, and then I’ll double check the information against reported crimes in the area once we turn in for the evening, so there aren’t any inconsistencies.”

Robin pauses on the next rooftop. “Hold it. How often do you feel the need to hide your activities back home?”

Tim shrugs again. The fact of the matter is he only really saw a need to do so once Damian came into the picture, but that was mostly to avoid having his line cut during patrol. After a while, it just sort of became habit when he didn’t want to be bothered on patrol. After all, it’s not as if he’s ever used this particular trick on busy nights or when there was a crisis. He’s only ever used it when it was slow and he needed time to himself. “Sometimes a bird needs to fly with no restrictions.”

Dick doesn’t seem to like the implications, but after a long moment he nudges Tim in the side with his elbow. “Well, if you end up staying here, maybe you won’t need this particular trick as often.”

Tim doesn’t know how to respond to that. He’s not entirely sure that he wants to stay here. After all, even with everything going on back home, he still has friends and family there, but…but there’s a part of him that’s truly tempted by the offer, even though Tim knows that he doesn’t have a place here anymore than he does back home.

Still, at least this Dick wants him around and they get along fairly well. It’s a nice change of pace from the stunted conversations and awkward rooftop rendezvous Tim endures back home. Tim shakes his head as he motions for Dick to keep moving. He honestly doesn’t want to think about his home or the possibility of staying here right now. Instead, he’d rather focus on the task at hand. “Come on, Robin. We can’t waste anymore time.”

Robin nods and mummers under his breath. “Sure thing, bio kid.”

Tim nearly flubs his next landing as he glares at Dick. “I am not B’s bio kid.” The growl probably doesn’t help his cause any, but Tim has enough problems without that particular rumor going around.

Dick smirks, evidently self-satisfied with finally getting a reaction out of him. “Prove it.”

Tim doesn’t get a chance to respond before Dick is flying through the air, flipping, and laughing manically. Tim merely groans and follows at a far more subdue pace. Its times like these that Tim appreciates that the Dick Grayson back home is older than him, even if he does miss the nights when he and Dick would spend the majority of the evening joking around, train surfing, and playing rooftop tag. Still, Tim’s not entirely sure how this Bruce has managed to put up with this for this long, but, then again, from what little information Tim has been able to gather so far, he knows this Bruce isn’t as grim as his own…not yet, anyway. Tim’s hoping that this mission will stave that off for a bit longer.

When Tim and Dick arrive at Mrs. Miller’s apartment, she invites them both in without hesitation. It’s not exactly how Red Robin is used to being treated, but Robin doesn’t even bat an eye before following her into the tiny kitchen where Jason is sitting, munching on a peanut butter sandwich. Tim notices the distinct lack of jelly and nearly laughs, because some things really do never change. He perks up the moment that he sees them, which makes Tim’s stomach drop. “Hey, Jason, how are you doing?”

Jason drops his sandwich on the plate and gives him an extremely guarded look as though he already knows that it’s bad news. “You…you couldn’t find my mom, could you?”

Tim takes a deep calming breath and gestures for Jason to follow him outside onto the fire escape. He looks as though he’s going to protest and demand that Tim tell him whatever the bad news is right here, but one glance over at Mrs. Miller and he changes his mind. “Uh, hey, Mrs. Miller, my…uh…friends and I are gonna step outside for a sec.”

She smiles at him and motions for him to get a move on. “Good...good…that’ll give me some time to whip something up for them.”

Tim tries to insist that it isn’t necessary, but she’s almost as persistent as Alfred. After five minutes, Tim finally gives up and just goes along with it as he makes his way outside onto the fire escape. Robin and Jason silently follow behind him. Once Tim is sure that the window is firmly shut behind them, he gives Robin a minuscule nod. Dick sits down on the cold metal platform and motions for Jason to do the same. Jason, for his part, merely folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head. “What’s going on?”

Tim heaves a large sigh as he grabs a hold of both of Jason’s shoulders. He doesn’t want the kid to feel boxed in, thus the fire escape in the first place, but he knows Jason well enough to know that the kid will bolt at the first sign of trouble. “We found your mother, Jason. I’m so sorry, but she was murdered.” Tim gives Jason a moment to process what he’s said before continuing. “The man who did it has already confessed to the authorities and is in prison. I know it doesn’t help, but I wanted you to know that.”

Jason is staring down at the ground, tears slowly leaking from his eyes, sniffling softly as his hands ball into fists. He’s shaking slightly, biting his bottom lip, and looking like the angry, heartbroken kid that he is, which has Tim gripping his shoulders a bit tighter. That’s all it takes for Jason to unleash a wail and fall into Tim’s chest. Tim doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Jason and just hold him, and he’s equally unsurprised when Dick gets up and joins in on the hug. Tim doesn’t hush him or tell Jason that it’s going to be okay. He’s suffered through enough losses to know that it doesn’t actually help. Instead, he merely strokes Jason’s hair and lets the kid fall apart.

After what feels like an eternity of trying to comfort Jason and failing, Tim feels Jason’s hold on him slacken as his sobs quiet. He slowly releases Jason, making sure to keep a least one hand on him, so that the kid knows that they aren’t just going to deliver terrible news and fly away. He waits until Jason seems calm enough to at least attempt to consider their offer before speaking. “We want you to know that you’re not alone, okay? You still have the communicator that I gave you and you can use that at any time for any reason. I know that the last thing you want is to go into the system, right?”

At Jason’s tiny nod, Tim continues, “I’ve already checked, I know that you don’t have any other family. Now, I would love it if you would just stay here with Mrs. Miller until I worked out something more permanent for you, but I also know that you don’t like imposing on people, and you probably already feel like you’re imposing on her, right?” Jason nods again, before giving Tim a hard glare.

Tim knows that he needs to tread carefully here. It’s one of the reasons that he’s the one explaining all of this to Jason instead of Dick, even though Dick is far better at comforting people. “I’ve got a strong feeling that if I left you here, you’d sneak out and do whatever it took to take care of yourself, right?”

Again Jason nods without actually speaking. “All of that is why Robin and I want to extend an invitation to you, of sorts.” Jason stares up at him skeptically, mouth still firmly shut. Tim would love to know what the kid is thinking right now, but he can work with the silent suspicion. After all, he’s well acquainted to it after spending so much time with Batman over the years. “I know, I know, this is a lot to take in and you’re waiting for something horrible…well, more horrible, but all that I’m asking for you to do is hear me out, okay?”

Jason inclines his head as he visibly braces himself. Tim gives him a moment to just breathe before launching into their plan. “Robin and I set up a safe house for you to stay in. It’s only temporary, but it’s well stocked with everything that you need and we will continue to stock it for you. I’m currently working on finding you a more permanent place to stay with someone that I trust as well as someone I think that you can learn to both trust and get along with. You are by no means being forced into this, okay? I just…I want you to give it…give me a chance. Does that sound alright?”

Jason narrows his eyes and stares at them distrustfully. “And what would I have to do to earn this?”

Tim gives a small half smile. He already anticipated this, and if this Jason Todd is anything like Tim’s own, then he’s fairly confident that he can make this work. “All you have to do is go to school regularly and try your best. I’ll set up everything for you -- paperwork wise -- so that you don’t need to worry about the system. Robin and I will both offer you any other assistance that you need until such a time as I can set up a meeting between you and my friend.”

Jason glares at him, still weary of this whole thing. “Your friend? You mean the one that you eventually want to take me in?”

Tim nods. “If that’s what you both want. Again, it might be a while before I can set that up, though.”

Jason folds his arms over his chest as his glare intensifies. “Uh huh, and what happens if your friend doesn’t want me or I don’t want to live with them?”

Tim hums in thought. “Well, then you and I work together to find a solution that we both agree with. As I said, I’m not forcing you into anything, Jason. We won’t move forward on any plan unless you also agree with it, so what do you say?”

Jason takes a long moment to mull things over. Tim is actually quite impressed with Dick’s patience during this whole ordeal, though he does nervously shift from one foot to the other when he thinks no one is paying attention. Tim definitely needs to work on that with him the moment that he finds time. Jason abruptly breathes out a heavy breath. “I want to see this safe house before I agree to anything.”

Tim nods and keeps his sigh of relief to himself. “That’s fine. We can take you there.” He mentally calculates the best way to get there before grinning at Jason. “How would you like to get there via the rooftops?”

Jason’s eyes immediately light up, but he doesn’t agree right away. “And how exactly would that work?”

Tim kneels down and gestures for Jason to hop up onto his back. “Come on, if you don’t like it, we’ll drop down and take the bus, though, I’ve got a feeling that you’re going to love it.”

Jason hesitates for a moment before climbing on and holding on tight. Tim smirks as he stands up and turns toward Robin. “Inform Mrs. Miller that we’re going to take Jason out for a little while.”

Robin nods and disappears back into the apartment as Tim starts making his way to the roof with Jason riding on his back.

Jason huffs out a breath. “Only a little while?”

Tim nods as he hoists Jason slightly further up on his back. “Yes, I don’t want you to rush into a decision, so you’re going to stay with Mrs. Miller for a little while longer. Once you’ve made up your mind you can contact me via the communicator that I gave you and we’ll move accordingly.”

“You really are making this my choice.” Jason sounds both astonished as well as stunned.

Tim does his best not to sigh in exasperation. Truth be told, he probably shouldn’t be doing any of this to start with -- not to mention allowing a child to decide their own fate -- but…well, Jason Todd deserves this much. Besides, it’s not as if Jason hasn’t been living, more or less, on his own for some time now. “I know that a lot has happened and you’re still in the process of absorbing it all, but I really do want as much of this as possible to be your decision, especially since I’ve got a feeling not a lot of things have actually been your choice thus far.”

Jason doesn’t get a chance to respond before Dick appears, seemingly out of nowhere, holding three small plastic bags of sandwiches. “Mrs. Miller insisted that we eat these.”

Jason doesn’t hesitate before grabbing one of the bags, tearing it open, and then taking a large bite out of the sandwich. Tim’s just thankful that he’s decided to continue wearing his cowl when he’s outside of the HQ, because he does not put it past Jason to get peanut butter in his hair. Before Tim can suggest that they save snack time until after they’ve made it to the safe house, Dick has half a sandwich stuffed into his mouth as well. Tim merely shakes his head and gestures for the other two to share his sandwich. However, he’s not expecting both of them to protest loudly and insist that eat it, and then glare at him the entire time until it’s finished.

Once they’re both satisfied that the sandwich is well and truly gone, Tim takes off across the rooftops with Jason on his back and Dick tumbling through the air beside him. He can’t hold back a smile at Jason’s whoop of delight in his ear. He’s relieved that he can give Jason this one moment, if nothing else. When they arrive at the safe house, Tim takes his time disarming the security in order for Jason to see exactly how secure this place really is. The moment that the three of them cross the threshold, Dick grabs Jason’s arm and drags him through the entire place top to bottom. Tim lets the two of them explore every nook and cranny in silence.

However, he does have to stifle a laugh when he hears Jason’s shocked gasp of amazement when he enters one of the bedrooms upstairs. Tim may have used his memory of Jason’s old bedroom at the manor to his advantage. After all, Jason’s book collection was impressive and extensive. Jason and Dick suddenly clamber their way down the steps and into the fully stocked kitchen. Dick’s talking nonstop and Jason is just nodding his head as he glances around.

The three of them spend a little over an hour at the safe house. Dick spends the majority of the time pointing out things that he thinks Jason will like about it and answering any questions Jason has, while Tim makes mental notes of anything Jason seems to want or need. If Jason agrees to stay here, while Tim works on the second part of his grand plan, then he knows he’ll have plenty of time to gather any necessary items. However, having a list to start from always puts Tim at ease…at least slightly.

When Jason indicates that he’s ready to leave, Tim is relieved to see that he’s far more relaxed and happy than when they arrived. He knows that it’s only a momentary relief from the crushing grief of losing his mother, but it’s something. Tim’s not surprised that for the return trip Dick sticks close to them, chattering nonstop, and generally being a great distraction for both Tim and Jason. When they arrive at Mrs. Miller’s apartment, Jason seems reluctant to go back inside. Tim doesn’t really know what to do or say. He knows from experience how much useless platitudes just seem to hurt more.

Dick, on the other hand, seems to know exactly what to say. He wraps Jason in a tight embrace and forces Jason’s head down onto his shoulder when tears start to form in the other boy’s eyes once more. “I know it’s hard, but we’re here for you, okay? You can call either of us any time. We’ll always answer, no matter what.”

Jason hugs Dick back and nods. “Should…should I tell Mrs. Miller?”

Tim’s relieved to finally be asked a question that he can easily answer. “That’s entirely up to you. If you want to tell her, then feel free. However, if you don’t…well, you can always talk to us about it.”

Jason sniffs once before running his forearm across his eyes, swiping away the remaining tears. He gives himself a few moments to compose himself before waving at them both. “I should get back inside.”

Dick gives Jason one last hug, and then practically forces the other boy to promise to call them. Once they’re both certain Jason’s inside Mrs. Miller’s apartment, and he’s not going to run off, Tim lets out a relieved sigh. The night has been a trying one, but Tim doesn’t think it could have possibly gone any better.

Tim gives himself a moment to just relax before turning towards Dick. “Wanna patrol a little before we head back?”

The smile that overtakes Dick face is answer enough, but the kid still lets out an excited, “Yes!”

They make their way to the roof in silence and take off in the opposite direction of the safe house. At first, patrol looks like it’s going to be rather quiet. They stop a few purse snatchers and a few attempted car thefts with minimal effort. Tim’s actually relieved that the evening is turning out to be an easy one, given the long day that he’s had so far. He’s just about to suggest that the two of them head back to the HQ when they hear the distinct sound of glass shattering and screams. The commotion is happening mere blocks from where they’ve paused to rest. Tim watches as people flee the area with a sinking feeling.

There are too many panicked civilians running away for the commotion to be caused by a simple break in. He motions for Robin to stay close to him as they make their way to higher ground. Tim refuses to jump into whatever is going on without seeing the scope of the problem first. However, it only takes a simple glance at the two groups tearing into each other to know that a gang turf war has just broken out. Normally this is about the time when Tim would call for back-up, but he doesn’t think the team would be a good choice for this.

They might have improved drastically in a lot of areas since he’s been here, but the fact remains that this type of problem requires more team work and subtly than the team is strictly accustomed to as of right now. Besides, invulnerable and super powered teens or not, Tim won’t endanger the team for a Gotham problem when he has Robin beside him. Still, Tim finds it hard to ignore the voice in the back of his head, which sounds noticeably like Alfred, telling him to call Batman…or literally anyone.

The only problem with that plan being that Batman is currently with the JL, and if Tim calls him away from the Justice League for an admittedly small gang turf war, he can pretty much kiss all progress he’s made with proving himself goodbye. Still, the prospect of entering said turf war with only Robin at his back leaves Tim feeling like the first time that he went on a mission with Damian. In other words, no good can come from this, and this is going to somehow end up being Tim’s fault.

Both gangs are relatively small, all things considered. They should have enough smoke bombs and batarangs between them to section off smaller groups from both gangs and take them out quickly and efficiently. If they stick to the shadows, move quickly, and stay focused on their own groups while the main gang members are distracted by trying to kill each other, the two of them should be able to end this with minimal damage all around. Tim turns to relay his plan to Robin, only to find Dick already leaping off of the roof, and heading straight for the middle of everything.

Tim dives off of the building the moment that he finishes calculating Dick’s trajectory. He curses his own stupidity. Tim knows that he has no one to blame for Dick’s actions but himself. He’s known this Dick Grayson long enough to know how impulsive he is, and instead of addressing the issue the way that he should have weeks ago, Tim has been running around, sticking his nose in everyone else’s business. He’s been promising himself that he was going to work on Dick’s lack of patience for seemingly forever now, and instead he put it off, and now his irresponsible otiosity is most likely going to get them both killed.

Tim lands a mere second after Robin. He’s able to force Dick into a crouch and throw his cape over both of them as bullets slice through the air. He has to find them an exit, but it’s going to be rather difficult with both gangs now working in tandem to end their lives. Tim’s done a thorough examination of Robin’s current suit, enough to know that Tim’s cape is far more efficient when it comes to absorbing the impact of bullets than Dick’s, so Tim gestures for Dick to throw down a smoke bomb as he does his best to keep them both covered.

Tim knows that the moment the smoke bomb hits the ground both sides are going to start firing wildly, and keeping them both properly covered with his cape won’t be an option, so, as soon as Dick’s fingers reach into his belt, Tim reaches up to undo his cape. Before the smoke bomb even hits the ground, Tim has his cape secured around Robin. He can tell that Dick wants to protest, but now really isn’t the time. Tim all but shoves Dick toward shelter and gestures for him to get to the roof. Dick opens his mouth to protest, but one glare from Tim has him moving immediately.

Tim knows that if he wants to give Robin adequate cover and a chance to get away, then he can’t follow, so he ducks and rolls and makes a break for another building on the other side of the street. Unfortunately, this means cutting straight across enemy lines with little to no cover for himself. Still, this isn’t the first time that Tim has done something extremely ill advised to save a Robin.

In fact, it’s almost comforting in a sick kind of way, because this is the first time that Tim hasn’t questioned what he’s doing in the entire time that he’s been here. Something just sort of slots into place inside of Tim when he’s faced with impossible odds and a Robin in peril, and it makes him breathe easier. He doesn’t know why exactly, but this is the most relief that he’s felt since he’s arrived here. He’s got a theory that it’s because this is standard Red Robin behavior. The fact that the Robin in question is Dick Grayson instead of Damian is inconsequential.

Tim crouches low, taking out his bo staff, and hitting anyone who gets in his way hard and fast. He doesn’t have the time, energy, supplies, or skill to take on both gangs at once, but he can make himself a clear path to his exit. It’s not pretty, and, if his own Dick Grayson was around, he’d certainly have something to say about the lack of finesse, but it’ll work, and right now that’s all Tim is looking for.

His exit is within sight, but his sigh of relief is cut short as he’s brought to an abrupt halt by a small group of gang members, who have broken off from the main horde to surround him. Tim guesses he’s just lucky that the rest of the gang members are preoccupied with killing each other rather than attacking him. They omit the usual banter and immediately close in on him. Honestly, Tim is relieved that they skip the banter and go straight into fighting. At this juncture, it would just be a waste of time, and Tim really needs to find Dick and get back to the HQ before anything else can go wrong.

The only upside about the gang members surrounding him like this is that none of them seem willing to use their guns for fear of hitting one of their friends. The downside, of course, is that guns aren’t the only weapons that they have on their personage. Tim manages to sweep the legs out from underneath one of his attackers with his bo staff only to have to roll away from another man swinging a pipe towards his head.

He kicks out and disarms the guy with the pipe and is instantaneously hit in the side with a length of chain. The air rushes out of his lungs, but Tim manages to bring his bo staff around in enough time to avoid another hit. Unfortunately, the chain wraps around his bo staff, and the guy wielding the heavy chain is absolutely huge. Tim doesn’t bother trying to play tug of war to keep a hold of his weapon, knowing that the longer he focuses on this one opponent the more opportunity he gives the others.

Tim blocks a kick to his diaphragm and spins away from a girl brandishing a machete. He all but throws another gang member into her and watches as they tumble to the ground in a fit of flailing limbs. A behemoth of a man rushes Tim from behind, and he barely manages to back flip over the guy and land on another gang member. The girl he landed on crumbles under his weight, but Tim’s moving before he even registers the flash of a blade.

This gang member is different from the others. She isn’t brandishing any old weapon that she happened to find, and her skill with the butterfly knife is quite impressive. In fact, it’s impressive enough that Tim finds himself dodging her swift strikes and using nearly all of his energy to keep out of her range of attack. He flips and spins away, doing his best to stay close enough that none of the other gang members can grab him, but far enough away that she can’t lunge forward. He really wishes that he still had his bo staff in hand. As it stands, his options are limited. He’s tiring and Tim needs to end this soon, lest he slip up.

There is a wall of gang members surrounding him and Tim knows that if he doesn’t deal with the girl with the knife soon, they’re gonna close in on him, and then he really will be out of options. However, he really only sees one way out of this, and it’s not a good exit. Tim grabs three batarangs and throws them at the girl. As expected, she dodges or blocks all of them, but she’s distracted just enough for Tim to make his move. He closes the distance between them, spins away from the slash of her blade, and makes a break for it.

The girl is quicker than he thought, before Tim can launch himself over the remaining gang members toward the fire escape on the building; she’s in front of him again. Unfortunately, Tim can’t halt his forward progression, and this time her blade hits its mark dead on. Tim lets out a hiss of pain as the blade penetrates his tunic directly between his ribs. The pain is so sudden and intense that he nearly unfurls in the middle of his flip. It takes every ounce of his training to remain in position and then grab a hold of the fire escape. He can barely breathe as he scrambles up the fire escape and over the rooftops, but somehow he manages.

Tim is certain that the gang members are following him, but he can’t focus on that right now. The only thing that he can think about is the burning agony ripping through his chest and the fact that he needs to find Robin. Tim’s feet pound against the rooftop as he doubles over in pain. He can barely stand and he can hardly breathe. He doesn’t even know where he’s going anymore. He just knows that he needs to get away. Tim makes the jump to the next rooftop and lands in a crumbled heap.

His breath rasps out of his chest in short gasps. He attempts to get his feet underneath him, but every time he crashes back to the roof. Tim can’t move. He keeps trying and failing, and he doesn’t know what to do. He has to find Robin and get the hell out of here, but he can’t even catch his breath. Tim shuts his eyes tightly and tries to just breathe. Instead, he coughs and his entire body feels like it’s on fire with the effort. He scrambles to get to his knees, at least, but that only causes him more pain. Tim would laugh at the irony that a gang turf war on a different earth is what kills him, if he could just get enough breath to do so.

The next thing that Tim knows there’s a small, firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him onto his back. He tries to open his eyes and focus on the figure in front of him, but his vision swims and darkens. “I found him, but I need help. It’s bad, B. You need to hurry.”

Tim wants to tell whoever is talking not to bother. He knows the feeling of a pierced lung, and it’s not as if he’s exceptionally useful now, anyway. He couldn’t even protect Robin, which is just unforgivable. After all, this is entirely his own damn fault. He saw the problem with Robin and he didn’t bother to do anything about it. So, why should anyone care about him?

Tim failed…failed the people here…failed his family back home…failed everyone. He wants so desperately to just let everything fade away, but he can’t. His mind races and Tim wonders why anyone would ever bother to think about him at all. After all, he’s not even from here. They don’t know him…not really, so they shouldn’t be concerned. Besides, it’s not as if he’s entirely certain that the people back home are even bothering to still think about him. It doesn’t make any sense to him. Why would anyone waste their time on him? He’s not even useful anymore.

“Red Robin, look at me. Come on, look at me. It’s gonna be okay. B’s on his way. You’re gonna be okay.”

Tim tries to focus on the face in front of him one last time, but he can’t. His vision is blurry and he’s losing consciousness. Tim shakes his head as he does his best to say everything that he needs to say, but, instead, all that he can do is gasp out a weak, “Sorry.”

The End (for now)

#Tim Drake #Red Robin #dick grayson #robin #fanfic #Jason Todd

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hysteric-for-sterek · 7 years

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How Do Ya Like Them Apples?

Sure, Derek heard the familiar sounds of Stiles’ Jeep pull up outside his building and the steady, but slightly-too-fast beating of Stiles’ heart getting louder and louder the closer the elevator got to arriving at his floor, so it wasn’t really a surprise when Stiles came bursting into his apartment moments later. But what was a surprise, was the words that came spilling out of Stiles’ mouth as soon as he entered and laid eyes on Derek, where he was perched at his kitchen counter with a book in front of him.

“I got in! I got into NYU, Derek!” Stiles exclaimed excitedly, and then, with a look of determination set into his features, he added “and you’re coming with me!”

Derek’s whole body kind of… spasmed a little. The book he had open on the counter top fell shut when his fingers involuntarily twitched out of the way. He recovered fairly quickly, but not fast enough that Stiles didn’t notice.

“It wasn’t a question dude,” Stiles continued as though Derek had protested. “I know you only had 2 years to go when you followed Laura back here and I know they kept a spot open for you for next year. And you’re going to go back and finish your degree and you can show me around campus and we can get an apartment together and it’ll be awesome.”

Stiles grinned at him, tried to look eager but relaxed about what he was saying, but Derek could practically see the anxiety buzzing through him and sense his trepidation. Derek meant to say a firm ‘no’, if for no other reason than because Stiles was telling him what to do and Derek resented that, but instead what came out was “How do you know I was at NYU?”

Stiles gave him an unimpressed look. “I’m more than a little offended that you don’t instantly recognize my superior detective skills at this point.”

“I didn’t ask them to hold my place. I can’t just go back to classes like I never left, Stiles,” Derek continued quickly.

“Yes you did. Well, as far as they’re concerned you did. You formally requested an extended leave of absence months ago and they accepted your request to resume classes with the new admissions next year,” Stiles’ face was twisted in smug satisfaction, even with the undercurrent of anxiety still running through him, as though he simply couldn’t help himself.

Derek sighed because he’d done no such thing.

“I don’t even know why I’m surprised,” he murmured.

“Me either. You should know me well enough by now, dude. I made sure you were re-enrolled as soon as I sent my application in. Also, your signature wasn’t even a slight challenge, dude. After forging Dad’s monstrosity of an autograph on all my detention slips and grade reports through the years, yours was a piece of cake. You should probably work on that.”

Derek rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore the slow spread of warmth he felt in his chest. Stiles wanted Derek to come to New York with him. Stiles cared enough about Derek to organize this. Stiles just… Stiles.

“Stiles. I can’t just leave,” he tried, somewhat meekly.

“Uh…” Stiles seemed to sense that Derek was already waning and that he was winning this discussion. Stiles dropped his bag on the floor by the entrance and hopped up on the stool across from Derek’s. “Yes you can. You, like, literally have no viable reasons for not leaving.”

Derek frowned and Stiles continued his tirade as if sensing Derek was about to list a whole bunch of reasons he couldn’t leave. (Which he really wasn’t - couldn’t even if he wanted to.)

“Scott’s an Alpha now, and he’s got Beacon Hills covered. He’s going to school locally so he’ll still be here, plus Liam, Mason, Hayden and Malia will all be here too. So no need to worry about the pack dynamics now that your eyes don’t glow red anymore. I know the lease on this loft is up for renewal next month anyway and it’s not like you have a job to worry about. Beacon Hills itself is full of bad mojo and it’ll do you good to get away from here. We could drive over in the Camaro if you wanted? I don’t think Roscoe would make it anyway. I mean, it’s not like you had any other plans for next year…” Stiles suddenly looked up, startled. “Did you?”

Stiles looked suddenly worried, as if this was the first time he had considered that Derek may have made plans for next year that didn’t include tagging along with him to college.

He hadn’t.

“No, not exactly,” Derek admitted. Stiles sat up straighter again and went back to grinning around taking a big bite from an apple he’d nabbed from the bowl on Derek’s counter.

“See? Perfect plan! Plus, there’s the obvious benefit of not having to miss me when I move to the other side of the country. I mean, what would you do without me?” he smirked.

“I’d probably get to eat a lot more of my own food that I buy,” Derek grumbled half-heartedly. Stiles just winked at him.

“This apple is situation-appropriate, Derek. And I’ll make sure to pitch in for the grocery shopping when we’re sharing a place. Do you have any prerequisites for our apartment? I’ll start looking for one close to campus. Ooo! Maybe we should join a fraternity! Alpha, Beta or Omega in the title, obviously.”

“Stiles.”

“No you’re right, frat house for a werewolf – bad idea. We’ll have to find something close by, but as secluded as possible. Quiet for your delicate wolfy ears. No noisy neighbors.”

“Stiles.”

“Maybe we could-“

“Stiles!”

“Hmm?”

“I already have an apartment in New York.”

“You- What?”

“It was Peter’s. Laura got it signed over into our names when he was… after the fire.”

“Oh. So, like, it’s just sitting over there all empty?”

“Yeah, I- yeah.”

There was an awkward pause. Derek was thinking about how hard it was going to be to walk into that place and be hit by Laura’s scent and her things and the memories. Laura had left the place expecting to return within a few days and Derek had picked up and followed after her as soon as she stopped answering her calls 3 days later. The place would still be exactly how they’d left it, like a time-capsule waiting to teleport him back to the last time Derek had felt any real sense of home and family.

Stiles was watching him intently and chewing on his lip. And then suddenly Stiles was off his stool and his arms were wrapping around Derek’s back tightly, his chin resting on Derek’s shoulder.

“This is going to be great, Derek. You’ll see. We’re going to go to college and get away from all of this and it’s going to be great,” Stiles mumbled over his shoulder as he gripped Derek tightly.

Derek swallowed past the lump in his throat and thought back to an unnervingly similar conversation and hug with Laura so many years ago. ‘We’re going to get through this, Der. Me and you. New York. A fresh start. I’m so proud of you.’ Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles and returned the squeeze.

“So, that’s a yes, right? You’ll come with me?” Stiles asked, pulling back to look at Derek, but leaving his hands on the older man’s shoulders.

“On several conditions,” Derek answered.

“I’m listening,” Stiles countered as he made his way back to his stool and resumed munching on his apple in delight.

“One, you’re not driving the Camaro.” Stiles pouted. “Two, no making fun of anything you find in the apartment.”

“What am I going to find in the apartment?” Stiles asked eagerly, face lighting up.

“Three,” Derek continued as if Stiles hadn’t spoken while his brain began cataloguing all the things he’d left behind in New York – his guitar; a small stuffed wolf that his mother had given him when he was a child that had survived the fire because it had lived in his locker at school to stop Cora from trying to steal it all the time; his camera and multiple full albums of photos he’d taken to try to make up for all of his childhood photos being lost in the fire; his eclectic record collection and even more eclectic book collection; the cupboard full of board games that he and Laura had played every Friday night; his friends he’d left behind. “You promise not to continue trying to learn this magic stuff without Deaton there to teach you. You’ll just have to put it on hold until semester breaks or something. No magical mumbo-jumbo in the apartment.”

“Oh c’mon man, are these conditions really necessary? I’m great at magic! And I can teach myself. I’ll bet the campus libraries will even have some useful books-”

“You agree to the conditions or I’m not going with you,” Derek bluffed. Let’s face it, by this point he was well and truly sold and committed to this idea. He hadn’t realized how much he was craving returning to New York until he’d started thinking about everything he’d left there.

“Fine,” Stiles huffed. “Any more conditions, or is that it?”

“Condition number four is that I reserve the right to add more conditions as I think of them.”

“Oh come on! How is that possibly fair? I can’t agree to that!” Derek just gave him ‘The Look’ and Stiles glared but threw his hands in the air, rolled his eyes and said “Fine! I agree to your stupid, unnecessary conditions. Because I am confident that you won’t have to think up any more because you’re going to be too busy having fun and enjoying New York life and my excellent company.”

Derek snorted and reached for his book, flicking through trying to find the page he’d lost.

“So shall we extend the road trip past all the tourist hot-spots on the way? Howl in the Grand Canyon, visit your wolfy pals at Yellowstone, selfie with the World’s Largest Baseball Bat in Louisville? And we can wear matching ‘I heart NY’ shirts the whole way.”

“Condition number five, no ‘I heart NY’ anything.”

“Spoil-sport. Although I notice you didn’t object to the rest of the road trip ideas,” Stiles smirked as he got up and dumped his apple core in the trash before shouldering his bag. “This is gonna be so great. I’m gonna go home and plan our road trip of awesomeness.”

“Condition six,” Derek started, not even looking up from his book.

“Yeah, yeah, no having fun of any kind, I got it. Don’t be such a sourwolf, Der-bear! You’re not going to regret this.”

“I already am,” Derek replied, shooting Stiles a dry look where he stood in the doorway.

“Uh huh. I don’t need werewolf hearing to know when you’re lying. So I’m just going to take that as a ‘thank you Stiles’.”

Derek let out a huff of amusement as Stiles winked at him and opened the loft door. Derek should have been irritated by Stiles and his presumptuous meddling into his life, but he really wasn’t. Maybe because it reminded him of something Laura would have done. Or maybe because he’d long ago given up on trying to keep Stiles out from under his skin. Instead of being irritated, Derek’s entire body was thrumming with genuine happiness and excitement and the feeling was so foreign by this point that Derek wasn’t sure what to do with it. Part of him wanted to shift and run and let his wolf roll around the place with its tongue lolling out and tail wagging (which obviously he wasn’t going to do because that would be completely ridiculous). And it was all thanks to Stiles. This incredibly smart and brave and impossible kid who really wasn’t even a kid anymore and Derek really did owe his life to multiple times over. Stiles was the one immovable force in Derek’s life – the only one who kept coming back for Derek, the only one who was keeping him alive. And now he was giving him back his life again, helping him back onto the path he was meant to take, the path Laura had fought so hard to push him onto the first time around, but that he’d drifted from and lost sight of when he’d been left all alone without her.

“Stiles?”

“Yeah?” Stiles paused in closing the door behind him, poking his head back inside.

“Thanks.”

Stiles grinned. “Big Apple, here we come!”

#sterek #teen wolf #sterek fic #pre-slash #i got bored at work today and this came out #myfics #myoriginalstuff

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hardblazesong · 7 years

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The time has come Shipsters to write a lengthy post. So here it is.

I am busting out the Marlboro Southern Cuts for this, so, be prepared for a lengthy ramble through my mind. First, some introductory notes for those of you who have not DM’d me.

I am a 53 year old Bisexual Female. This is only relevant to comments later in the post or I likely would not be sharing it on this blog. I am also a Disabled Veteran, and while that is not relevant to anything further, I am proud of it, and it does explain the inordinate amount of time I have on my hands to write these kind of things.

I am retired from a lifetime of work in multiple jobs, including ten years of Consulting on Business and Technology. I have been a student of human nature for most of my life. I am, in Jungian terms, an Introvert/Extrovert. Having been an actor, stage manager, costumer and director, who comes from a family of actors, I feel I can comment on that as well. I also am a writer. I am a bit rusty on this type of writing however, so, forgive me if it creaks along. I do hope you, if you read this whole piece, bless you, understand that it is off the cuff and not really intended for critique as to style or content, It is meant to just put my thoughts out there.

Now, to the reason for the post. I want to address the clusterfuck that this fandom is, the ways I would address some of the issues and my overall feelings about S/C the ship, shipping in general and the nature of actors. So, with those hats listed above on, here we go....

This fandom is toxic. There is no turning back from what has happened. There will never be a happy place for everyone again, if there ever really was. This is the reality of the Social Media age. This is the brutal truth of everything posted lives forever. This is the ugliest fandom I have ever seen. That is remarkable in that I have been around a very long time, fanning many different things and people. I have been active on the internet for twenty years, so that is really a dreadful label to put on a group of people, but believe me, we have earned it. Congratulations Outlander fans, you lose the fandom award for “best fans ever”.

How did this happen? Well, factions mostly, with supplied fuckery, insecure actors, incompetent handlers, nearly archaic business models, and ridiculous sums of money thrown in, just to rile up the masses. Never for a moment forget about that filthy lucre, because you better believe it IS the be all and end all of Hollywood. Oh, and if you believe that there is an actor on this planet who doesn’t want to be famous or is a true introvert, I weep for you naivete and wish you nothing but the best holding on to it.

Let’s break down the factions for a bit just to clear that from the table. F1, F2, F3 seems to be the easiest way to do this.

F1-the book readers who fanned and discussed long before anyone else came along. Subsets include: Diana worshippers, Diana tolerators, Diana haters, Diana imitators, Diana should haves, Diana could haves, Diana wills, Diana won’ts and finally my favorites: Actually write better then Dianas.

F2-the show onlies who came along starting with the production/casting news and stayed or left based on the show alone. Subsets include: Love the shows, Hate the shows, Love the show and anything associateds, Hate the show but love the casts, sorta like the shows, sorta like the actors, sorta want to stick arounds even though Starz is ridiculous, hate RDMers, etc...really too many to list.

F3-the all important bothies group. I could spent countless hours naming the subsets here and putting them up on a white board and drawing connections but here is where the money is folks. These are the people that bought over 25 million books, that spend their money on cable, that support in multiple ways, charities, conventions, memorabilia, various social media streams of income. Here is where the vast majority of Shippers, Antis, and Neutrals live. Here is the group most assuredly taken advantage of in any way possible. This is the group that gets pushed or pulled to suit the needs of Big Business. Most people in this group are normal, everyday type of people who willingly go along with whatever occurs because their needs, while oftentimes delayed, eventually get met in some fashion and so the money keeps rolling in.

F4-Trolls and the associated disenfranchised or purchased for profit motives or hopelessly ill or hopelessly deluded. Not really a money stream to be depended upon, but definitely a SM presence and a useful tool in a multitude of ways. Flames that burn high enough draw attention. They keep the conversation going when nothing else will. Throw them a bone now and again to get them salivating and watch that fandom jump. Most of the incompetent advisors and handlers really don’t understand this group because insanity is hard to control but they will also throw scraps when necessary.

Is it any wonder that this fandom was fractured from the start? This doesn’t begin to cover what went on, it’s just a base for the pyramid. The next level contains the subsets that formed their own associations. some fluid between Fs. Here we really see the SamOnlies, the CaitOnlies, the Mommies, the Fandom Police, the Deniers, the Enablers, the Accusers, the Peacemakers. The rapidly festering illness that is taking hold floats all around. Sadly the vast majority of these people are women who ought to know better, but for an incalculable amount of reasons don’t. Some of these people are just finding their feet on SM and love the perceived power inherent in that and so are letting the better angels of their natures take a backseat to the demons that niggle away at them, and some of them are just stupid, ignorant, attention seekers.

On to the heart of the matter. Sam and Cait. Actors with philanthropic tendencies. Generally thought of as good people, good actors, and if nothing else, the very best of friends. Oh that it were that simple, that pure or that classy. No it’s not. Nothing ever really is. I admire the kindheartedness of many who believe it to be so, but don’t respect the sellers of the blinders needed to buy what is being sold.

Actors Act. That is their job, likely their greatest passion and deepest need. Sure they are capable of great loves, great intentions, good deeds and all the other things that make life worth living. They also are liars, by the very nature of what they do. Lying too harsh a word? Sorry, but pretend is too childlike for those with any real talent. Liars are telling you a story, hoping to sell it to you with their actions and their emotions. Perhaps it’s a little white lie or a whopper, but it is a fabrication, an untruth, a show. Through study, practice, hard work, with luck, perhaps talent, and timing, they are able to make you believe the lie, for generally however long it takes for the show to go on. Actors who live their lives in this culture we have now, generally never completely let their guard down in any public way. They are always “in character” in one way or another. The deep rooted insecurities of the profession, the people involved in extraneous ways and their own substantial egos won’t let them truly present themselves as the human beings they are. Many a fine actor has descended into madness, addiction, death, because they can’t turn it off, never knew how or don’t want to. There are many perks, but just as many pressures and some were just not built for the strain. Now add in that fame factor, the money monster and aging. Time and Fame are fleeting. Recognition for ones work is nice, but the money is the icing on the cake. Hell, it’s probably 2/3rds of the cake too if I am being honest. Yes, they are artists, but honestly do you think any artist sets out to stay poor and struggling? Have you ever been poor? I have. It sucks.

Along comes Outlander and two “relative unknowns”. That is a bit disingenuous because they were both actively working prior to the show, but it has that lovely “a star is born” quality to it, and most are a sucker for that. So, TPTB were happy to sell that. Sam and Cait were surely on board for that meeting. Hey kids, we are gonna put on a show and oh by the way, you two are so pretty and cute with each other, work that into the “we are so happy and humble and our fans are the greatest act” would you? Then that oft spoke of chemistry became apparent to all and sundry before the show even aired. Oh my, a goldmine in the making. It certainly didn’t hurt anything that the affection between them likely was genuine and they really were flummoxed by the attention they attained so quickly. No one but the two of them really understands what it was like for them to be in that bubble together, at nearly the same age and stage of their careers. If they hadn’t leaned on each other, hadn’t formed a relationship of some kind, hadn’t sold said relationship at every opportunity and manipulated it for whatever reason they do, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. So mostly, kudos to them for a job well done, on multiple fronts, but it has not been perfect by any stretch of the imagination.

Sam, I have often speculated on his sexuality, without judgement, needed to be presented as a single, heterosexual man. Wasn’t so important that Cait be sold as a single, heterosexual woman. It actually enhances the fanbase if she can be sold as a possible bisexual. It’s not like we are saying that the vast majority of the fanbase are conservative Christians. Sex sells, go with the most profitable options. Let the Sam is gay rumors float around without addressing them. Any attractive male actor is going to get tagged that way, and it will draw a certain segment. Let the paps and fans throw some girls into the mix. No one threatening to the budding are they or aren’t they crowd though. No Cait clones. Sam you like blondes? OK. No one above D level status either, or it could distract the fans too much. Cait? Do whatever you like but keep it on the very downlow. We already have to sell you in the show as a woman in love with two men. We don’t want you looking desperate in any way. Perhaps a long term low key thing will work to keep the rumor mill in check. Maybe not, but it’s worth a shot. OK kids, let put on a show and the money will eventually flow. Oh, by the way, could the two of you roll out your charity endeavors as well? We know you both support things in real life, so be sure to let that be known. Do try not to be too political, what with the world as it is an all, but don’t be ostriches either. Oh, and sorry but PR says you have to sign these non disclosure contracts as well, and just so you know, there really is a morality clause but we don’t spell it out too clearly because that is what lawyers and loopholes are for.

Then we got the show, and low and behold, a hit. That goldmine sure is bigger then any of us hoped for here at Starz/Lionsgate/Tallship/ etc...These fans are so nice, they bring things, they say nice things on SM, they send things and most of them love the adaptation and isn’t funny how much they like us together offscreen? Wow, guess we should keep on selling that too. What’s that you say? Some are panicky that we may be too close? Why? Oh, they think if we become a couple that we will eventually break up and ruin the show or something. Can’t have that, then the money will stop. What should be done? Nothing? Carry on as before? Ambiguity is best? Alrighty. Can I throw a bone to the shippers we have acquired along the way? But what about the ones who don’t like us as a couple? Jeebus it’s getting harder to navigate these waters, why didn’t anyone prepare us for this part of it? What do you mean you just have to live it? Is that part of the contracts? oh.

Time for the intervention of the Troll Brigade, always lurking, but finally ready to find a way to break into the discussion. Mistakes were made here, not of epic proportions but enough that things began to crack around the edges. Threats were made, feelings were hurt, fans ran away, friends side eyed, Most importantly fingers began to be pointed. Advisors began to whisper in ears. Which group could likely take being battered the best to deflect attention from anything not fitting the needs of TPTB? Well, like all shows and fandoms, we have this pretty vocal shipper group. Nothing really wrong with shippers, they certainly like to promote, chatter and fangirl. Mostly harmless, although like any group of a like size, there will be some unstable ones. There is also a group of fairly rabid antis to consider. The neutrals can’t really be bothered to take the heat and would likely just walk away then take abuse. So, shippers it is then. Sorry ladies, but the writing was on the wall from before last summer that some group would have to be sacrificed for the perceived greater good.

It all went down hill from there. It hasn’t hit bottom yet. What can be done now to retain them or swap them to the neutral camp? You are seeing it unfold. Does this mean shipping S/C is dead? Of course not. Just backed into a corner, where hopefully, they will still fangirl, discuss, and spend money. Anytime they need more discussion or pap press or SM flare ups you can bet Shippers will be addressed in some manner. Too much money has come from them to let them go entirely no matter how Sam and Cait actually feel about them. They are a natural part of fandom, there will never be a time when they are gone completely. TPTB are counting on that. Only that F4 crowd really want them gone.

Yes, I still count myself among the shippers. No, I don’t care if they have SOs or if their sexulaties preclude them being an actual couple. Yes, I will watch S3 at least. No, I don’t think it will go beyond S4, the material is not strong enough. Yes, I like passages of books after S3, but not the whole books. I am in F3. I have never harassed anyone about S/C, never commented on MM’s stuff, don’t follow her, am not a fan of hers, and frankly do not care whether or not Sam is dating her. It is not my job to be her fan, promote her or protect her. Nor is it my job to worship Sam and Cait, support them or protect them. I am not here for that. I do believe that there are some very talented, genuinely funny, and awesome women in the Shippers lane. I don’t pay attention to the antis, nor do I comment on their antics to them on Twitter. I do discuss them here, but only in a general way. I find the neutrals to be just that and respect they don’t want to get involved in flame wars. I have actually been saddened by the descent of Shitner, couldn’t care less about Camuso, and they, Purv and BG will face their own Karma. Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Sam and Cait will fan the flames themselves now, no matter what they do. Until the time comes when they move on from the show, they are in a no win situation as far as some faction of the fandom goes. They likely don’t care. They are getting paid no matter what happens. If one of them cracks, my money is on Sam, he has charm and talent to spare, he will likely recovery in some fashion. He has MPC to pay him if he keeps that going. That’s right, not all the funding goes to charity, remember that. They will both getting acting gigs following Outlander. Life will go on. Much love to you Shipster Sisters, carry on.

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