#but you bet your ass she still fucking expects me to pay for the tickets

[1lovslut]

x

#my ex bestie started talking to me again a couple weeks ago #we made plans to possibly go to the agust d show in newark #tickets go on sale today and home girl hasn’t really spoken to me in a couple days #but you bet your ass she still fucking expects me to pay for the tickets #plus her plane ticket here cause she has no money #cause she moved her whole life for some shitty guy who told her it makes him uncomfortable when she cries when he does something shitty to #her #and just got fired from the job she “moved there for’ #so like do i buy the tickets and just bring someone else and not say anything #or do i buy them and bring her still #i’m just like angry ya know? #6 years of friendship down the drain because some attractive dude who treats you like shit #why am i just not enough?? i’m so confused #anyways #luca struggles

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 17]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, intercrural sex, lots ‘o teasing, dirty talk/the absolute tiniest bit of degradation, some cum play/cum eating, seungcheol having a kink for thighs/thigh highs 😳😗 welcome to the weekend my bbys!! I hope yall are having a good day/night!! Also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow(also an updates post)!! 💕 Might be a regular thing for the next 4-ish weeks ‘cause I have been so busy this month 😭 and I can’t believe there’s only 3 more chapters of CB left!! 😭😭 some bangers on the way tho LMAO 🤣 As always, thank you so much for the love and support!!💕💕 Have a great rest of your weekend and enjoy ch 17![cheol voice] seventeen right here 😌💕🍒 

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Seungcheol doubles over in laughter, tears blurring his vision as his laughs turn into quiet wheezes.

“God, this is so embarrassing.” Seokmin mutters; cheeks burning crimson when he glances over to Jeongguk who shrugs back. “Maybe I really should quit…”

Jeongguk scoffs jokingly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have lied. No offense, but all the staff here probably have at least seen her before and you just so happened to lie to her actual boyfriend. That’s honestly really lucky if you ask me! You should buy a lotto ticket!” Seokmin whines back, shifting on his heels as he watches Seungcheol start to wipe the tears away.

“Hyung, can you please take this Edible Arrangements I got you so I can go ask Namjoon-hyung to fire me?” This only causes Seungcheol to laugh harder and this time, Jeongguk can’t help the giggle that bubbles past his tightly pursed lips.

“Please!” Seokmin begs, shaking the basket of skewered fruit at the older male. “I heard the diner across down is still hiring, I can still save the rest of my dignity if I leave now!”

Seungcheol shakes his head, eyelashes wet with tears when he takes the gift from Seokmin’s hands to place it on the countertop of the concession stand. “Hate to break it to you but she works there and one of the staff is also one of her regulars so I think your best bet is workin’ here. Embarrassment and all.”

“So, okay… But you’re not mad?”

Jeongguk peels the cellophane off of the basketed fruit, looking to Seungcheol for permission before he takes a skewer. “Go ahead. And no, I’m not mad. If anything I should apologize too, I shouldn’t have let you keep lying when I already knew. But also, to be fair, we weren’t really… official ‘til recently.” Seungcheol shoots the younger male a sheepish smile; cheeks a pretty pink of their own. “And it’s kinda been nice meeting you guys too. It’s great to know you’re not all weirdos.”

Seokmin laughs lightly, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cool, ‘cause this place pays really well and I’d hate to stop working here and you guys are a lot cooler than the coworkers I had before.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, leaning up against the countertop as he picks off a strawberry from the basket.

“Don’t even get me started on this coworker I had at the last place. His name was Mingyu, I think? Suuuuuch a kissass. I had to move to manning the register at all times just so I could avoid him pickin’ his nose in the backroom and then pretending like he was doin’ shit.”

“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”

Seokmin’s inquisitive voice has Seungcheol turning; setting the rollerskates in his hand down onto the bench. “Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that we’re, like, watching your girlfriend?” He tilts his head in thought, eyes blinking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to overstep or something if it’s weird, y’know? I’ve been thinking about what Jeongguk said earlier...”

Seungcheol grins back at him, eyes twinking. He’d also thought about that before too, when he first found out that Jeongguk had also watched your streams.

“I don’t really mind ‘cause at the end of the day, it’s you watching me fucking my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’m glad he took it… well?” You giggle, tugging the white thigh high up your leg.

Seungcheol pulls off his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed; tossing the wrinkled material onto the floor as he laughs under his breath.

“He did give me an Edible Arrangements while I laughed so hard I cried. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

xcaliburDK: good news, i didnt quit!!

chwenon: i was gonna say

chwenon: u literally started like last week

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

therealchan99: u look rly pretty in ur white set!!!

“Aww, thank you! It’s one of my favorites~ And ‘xcaliburDK’, I’m glad you didn’t quit!” You wink at the camera, giggling softly in Seungcheol’s lap as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.

A shiver runs up your spine at his gentle touches and you easily melt under his soft kisses and roaming fingertips. He ghosts them across your breasts, teasing you through the thin lace as you mewl and squirm against his cock that’s pressed firm against your ass. “A-ah, S--Seungcheol…”

tangerine_kwan: she looks so happy now that she can call ur name out lol

alphagyu97: now i cant pretend its me tho

gentleman_josh95: i mean i guess but are u even built like him

alphagyu97: well

Your body slowly starts to fill with warmth; soft stuttered breaths falling from your lips when he drags his fingers down your torso until they play with the hem of your panties. “M-more… tease me m-more…” He grins against your shoulder; hooking a finger around the waistband of your panties and tugging it away from you before letting it snap against your skin.

“‘Cheol!” Whining, your legs snap shut on impulse as you feel a gush of wetness soaking into your panties.

“Ah, ah, ah, part those legs, princess. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

kitty_junjun: no thats what the shibari stream is for right? Right? 😩

artist8hao: is that really happening bc i want to see it

alphagyu97: u guys should do it and think of it as like a rebrand of the channel ykwim

hoshi_tiger_xx: jdfkjhf like a grand re-opening under new management

therealchan99: what is this, a restaurant?

chwenon: u guys should come up with a new channel name too or sth

Seungcheol manages to read off a few of their comments; committing some to memory knowing that your eyes were still sealed shut as you focused on his soft touches.

He drags his fingers down further, humming when he can already feel how wet you were getting. “Hmm~ Already soaked through your pretty panties, baby~” Your head rolls back against his shoulder, nodding gently as you start to grind against the fingers that he uses to press into your clothed, wet folds.

“F-feels good w-when you, ah, t-tease me…”

Unbeknownst to you, Seungcheol smirks, eyes twinkling at the camera. “You really like it, huh? When I just touch you gently like this. Not enough to get you off but just enough to get you soaking wet until you’re begging for my cock.” He pauses; pressing a soft kiss to your skin. “I wanna try something with you, pretty baby~”

You gulp as you raise your head from his shoulder and he retracts his hands from your body as you shift your body and slightly turn to the side to face him.

Seungcheol’s eyes are blown wide with lust and you can already feel his cock throbbing against your lower back as he smiles dreamily at you.

“I think you’ll like it too.”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips as Seungcheol’s cock slides past your tightly clasped, yet shaky, thighs.

“O-oh, ‘Cheol, this--this is…” The words die on your tongue as your head falls forward and Seungcheol is quick to reprimand you, just as he draws his hips back.

“Baby, I want you to watch yourself on the screen. I want you to see your cute face while I tease your pretty body.” He moans; thrusting between your wet thighs as your hazy eyes peer at the laptop’s screen. Your lips are swollen and your pupils are blown wide when you catch yourself and you can see the head of Seungcheol’s cock only just breaching past your clamped thighs when he thrusts forward.

You let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he alternates between thrusting between your thighs and letting his cock slide against your soaked, panty-clad mound. 

He hadn’t bothered to undress you at all, but you didn’t mind. The material of your panties only added onto the pleasure with every drag of his cock against you.  

Seungcheol teases you even more; dragging his hands down to your thigh highs and letting his fingertips play right underneath the hems before pulling the material away from your thighs and letting them snap against your skin, much like he’d done with your panties.

“Ah, fuck, m-more! P-please…” He repeats the action a few more times, playing with the sheer fabric of your thigh highs before he draws his hips back. Except this time, when you expect him to thrust back between your legs, he wraps a hand around his cock instead, guiding himself until the head of his cock is rubbing up against the sheer fabric.

“Fuck, you’d look so pretty with cum all over your pretty thighs. I should cum all over your panties and your white ‘lil thigh highs and get them all soaked. Don’t you think they’d be cute? Sticking to you like a second skin? Translucent ‘n soaked through with my cum?” He laughs under his breath, watching through the laptop screen at the way you bite your lip and furrow your brows at the thought.

“I--I want t-that… I want S--Seungcheol t-to make, ngh, a m-mess…”

angelhan: i kno we say this all the time but can u upload some pics of that later

angelhan has donated $75

universe_WZ: seconded cuz thatd look so fuckin hot

universe_WZ has donated $50

alphagyu97 has donated $75

alphagyu97: fuck, like a lil angel covered in cum

Seungcheol teases you and himself at the same time; rubbing his cock against your fabric-clad thighs. He spreads precum onto the material, licking his lips when it already becomes translucent and sticks to your skin.

He positions his cock back between your thighs once he’s had his fill and quickly finds himself doubling his pace when he sees how wet you’re getting his cock without even having taken your panties off. “God, look at you. I don’t even need to fuck you to get you this wet. You just need to rub your ‘lil cunt against my cock and it’s enough for you, huh? I should make you sit on my lap, rub your pretty ‘lil pussy on my cock ‘til you’re cumming over and over again.”

“Ngh, yes! Fuck, Seungcheol! I--I can feel your c-cock throbbing between my l-legs… Please, please c-cum, mmh, all over my s-skin…”

“That’s right, baby. So fuckin’ desperate to be covered in it too. And always so fuckin’ pretty when you are.”

You let out a whimper as you try to focus on watching yourself just like Seungcheol had asked you to. Your lips are parted in soft breaths and you can’t seem to unfurrow your brows as Seungcheol chases his pleasure behind you.

angelhan: what if

angelhan: seungcheol in thigh highs lmao

universe_WZ: sub.cheol

sleepy_wonu: sub.cheol

universe_WZ: jinx

sleepy_wonu: fuck u 

You lick your lips at the thought; although you knew Seungcheol would have a hard time relinquishing his dominating nature.

But your mind wanders as you continue to think about it; various images of Seungcheol tied up underneath you while you fucked yourself on his cock running through your mind. You let out a shaky moan, to which Seungcheol hums.

“What are you thinkin’ about, princess?”

“Um… ah, n-nothing…” He thrusts between your legs hard, making you jolt forward as you yelp.

“Princess...”

“I--ah! J-just thinking a-about… y-you tied up, ngh, to--to the bed and m-me fuh--fucking myself on your c-cock… ‘n me u-using, mmh, my toys o-on you...” Seungcheol smirks, pulling his cock from between your shaky thighs as he slightly pushes you over until you're on your back.

He spreads your legs as you look up at him and he’s quick to wrap a hand around his cock as he jerks himself off above you. “Oh, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d be so cute trying to be the domme for a night.” Seungcheol teases.

You find yourself clenching around emptiness as you think of the possibilities. You definitely wanted to try it if Seungcheol was willing.

“Fuck, but first, gonna cover your pretty body with my cum.” He groans; thrusting up into his palm as he chases his high.

“C-cum all over me, Seungcheol…”

The donations and comments sound off in the back as you maintain eye contact with Seungcheol who’s brows furrow when he starts to feel himself about to cum. He scoots back a little; growling when his cock throbs in his grasp and he cums all over your, already, soaked panties.

You let out a moan when rivulets of cum hit your lower abdomen and you’re quick to reach down and scoop some up to bring to your mouth, smearing the warm substance against your puckered lips before licking it off. Whimpering, you dip your fingers into your mouth; this time pretending they were Seungcheol’s instead of your own.

He guides his cock until the head is aimed at your thighs; streaks of cum settling into the sheer material of your thigh highs. “God, you’re so damn pretty...” Groaning, he milks his cock for every drop of cum before he’s stopping to catch his breath.

“You came so much but I didn’t cum yet, ‘Cheol~” Pouting, you turn your head to the side to face the camera. “Tell him he has to make me cum now~”

kitty_junjun: well u heard the lady!!

hoshi_tiger_xx: make her cum and let her cream her cute lil panties even more

therealchan99: oh fuck yeah, get her off without fucking her cute cunt

Seungcheol leans over your body until the two of you are almost face to face, eyes twinkling with playfulness when you feel his sticky hand playing with your thigh highs again.

“D’you hear that? Let’s give them what they want, baby.”

The sounds of donations and comments once again get lost as Seungcheol finds himself on his knees between your legs.

“Ready?”

When you slide into bed after your camshow’s ended and Seungcheol has properly taken care of you, he’s quick to tug you into his chest. 

The two of you let out soft sighs at the warmth that envelopes you both as you finally start to settle in for the night.

After a few minutes, Seungcheol clears his throat, catching you just before you drift off to sleep.

“This is so random but have you considered, I dunno, rebranding your channel… with me? I was thinking about it and kinda wanted your opinion...”

You blink up curiously at him, urging him to continue. “I mean, yeah, of course! I don’t really know where to start though since it’s always just been me. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to either so I never brought it up.” You snuggle into his warmth, yawning as the sleep threatens to take over.

“But let’s talk about it later, ‘cause ‘m tired now, ‘Cheol. You really didn’t have to make me cum twice…” You mumble, “I can still feel my legs shaking...”

His soft laugh reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to press a kiss against your hair as he tugs you in closer.

“It’s ‘cause I like to spoil you. And okay. I’ll remind you when you’re more conscious.”

“G’night, ‘Cheol...”

“Goodnight, baby.” 

#cherrybomb!cheol #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol imagines #scoups imagines #scoups scenarios #scoups fic #seungcheol fic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #svt fic #scoups #seungcheol

[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

A Happy Little Christmas

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Characters: Jason Todd, Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Talk of cheating ex’s, mostly fluff. So much fluff.

Summary: Not many people could say they’re friends with the Red Hood, but you could, even if it came about in an unusual way. But after a shitty start to Christmas, you realize there may be more feelings going unspoken.

A/N: This idea popped into my head over the weekend, and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it down! My first Jason fic!

It started in the new year. You'd been sitting under the small alcove on the rooftop of your apartment building, drinking tea as you watched the snowfall and enjoying the peace when he'd sprung up and landed in front of you. You hadn't screamed, but your tea nearly spilled which earned him a telling off. He had just looked at you, though you swore you heard a chuckle, then took off at a sprint, leaping off the edge and out of sight. 

It happened again a few weeks later. Same scenario, though this time you kept a firmer grasp on the tea. That time he spoke, saying that most people ran away when he appeared. You had shrugged, asking if he wanted something to drink. There had been a moment of silence before he laughed like you'd told the funniest joke. Then he said no and disappeared into the night once again. 

It just kept happening. Sporadic at first. Sometimes he'd appear a few times a week, other times it would be near a month. Each time you offered him a drink. Each time he found the whole thing amusing and declined. 

Until the summer when he showed up out of breath, no doubt near-boiling under his outfit in the muggy Gotham night. You'd offered some of the iced tea, and to your surprise, he'd accepted. 

And that was how you became tea drinking pals with the damned Red Hood. 

Things became a bit more regular after that. No schedule but you nearly always saw him once a week. It was kinda weird. Being friends with the guy the majority of Gotham's underworld was terrified of. 

But with you, he was kind of a dork. 

Proven when he'd spent near two hours ranting about an awful Shakespeare adaptation he'd watched. The fact that you were able to rant with him seemed to just spur him on more. 

You looked forward to those nights. Even if it was barely an hour before he got called away. You didn't know his name, or what he looked like minus the domino mask, but you'd gleaned enough small details about him and given away enough about yourself to see him as a friend. 

Christmas Eve came and you hadn't seen him since the start of the month. He'd been away doing something important, he'd told you as much prior to his leaving, mostly so you didn't end up worrying over a sudden absence. He said he'd be back by Christmas, but honestly, you weren't really expecting to see him. 

You'd learned enough over the months to know that the rest of Gotham's vigilantes were about the only family he had, even if he did seem to be fighting the Bat just as often as he helped him. The history you didn't know, but you figured if he was going to be anywhere, he'd be with them. 

So when he landed silently in the snow it was a surprise. When he slipped on a patch of slush and landed face first in said snow, it was even more of a surprise. 

You snorted so hard you nearly choked on the hot cocoa you were drinking. He bolted up, hand going to the gun strapped to his thigh. He saw you and relaxed immediately. 

"Often find people falling funny, angel?" He asked, boots crunching in the thick layer of snow as he walked towards you. 

"Usually? No. When it's someone like you? Fucking hilarious."

You could just imagine his eyes narrowing under the red helmet. 

Hood stepped under the alcove, brushing the snow off his jacket, and removing the helmet so he was down to just the black domino. You poured out some of the coca into a spare cup you'd brought just out of habit and handed it over once he'd taken a seat next to you. 

"Cinnamon flavor? Fancy."

"Felt like splashing out." You sipped at your own, enjoying the warmth that seeped into you. "Things go okay?" 

"Without a hitch."

"Good. Didn't get hurt then?"

He looked at you moment then shook his head. "Nah. Why? You worry about me, angel?" 

You felt yourself blush, grateful that any change of skin color could be put down to the cold. "Who else am I gonna bitch about shitty TV adaptations to?" 

Hood laughed, head tilted back. "Don't worry about me. I'll always be around for that."

You fell silent, watching the falling snow that soon masked the evidence of his arrival. It was nice having him back. You'd missed him, but until now you hadn't quite realized how much. 

"Gotta admit I wasn't expecting you to be here tonight. Weren't you meant to be skipping town with your betrothed?" Hood asked after several minutes of peaceful quiet. 

"Yeah," you sighed, looking down into your half-empty mug. "Showing up to your fiancé's apartment to find him in bed with his girlfriend tends to change plans."

In the corner of your eye, you spotted Hood's hand clench a little tighter around his cup. "Son of a bitch."

"Exactly what I said," you laughed, the sound coming out hollow. 

"Tell me where he is and I'll pay him a visit, teach him a lesson, break a few bones. For you, I'll even make him disappear."

Maybe you should've been shocked or disturbed at the offer, but you weren't. If anything it actually helped to know Hood had your back like that. "Two weeks ago and I might've taken you up on that. But he's had enough punishment. Turns out his other girlfriend didn't know he was engaged, so she dumped his ass, and when his family heard they uninvited him, so he's not the only one with a wrecked Christmas."

Hood hummed, still sounding unhappy. "If he comes near you again I'm finding him anyway."

"He comes around again and I won't try and stop you."

"So you really don't have any other plans for tomorrow?" 

You shook your head, "I could've gone to my family, but it was impossible to get a ticket that didn't cost a small fortune. It doesn't matter. Not the first Christmas by myself and I doubt it'll be the last."

"Well, you've got my handsome self to keep you company."

You chuckled, nudging his shoulder with your own playfully. "Speaking of handsome." You said, dipping into your pocket and pulling out the twenty-five bucks you had stashed in it. "Here, your half of the bet win. Thanks for letting me snap that photo."

"The non-candid, candid," he laughed in return, taking the cash. "Can't believe you bet that I was handsome under the helmet."

Shrugging a shoulder you smiled, "They started it. Now there's a whole conversation on who's more handsome, you or Nightwing."

"I'm sure I know how those conversations go. With an ass like his it always only goes one way."

"You've always got me in your corner."

"Really?" 

"Course."

Hood smiled and you wished you could see his eyes to see what he was thinking. He was looking at you, and even with the mask, it was difficult not to squirm away from the intensity. He leaned in closer and your breath caught. 

Then he was pulling back, hand coming to his ear. "I'm two blocks away, I can be there in five," he said in response to whatever the person in his ear told him. He dropped his hand and set the empty cup down. "Gotta go."

You'd already guessed. Hardly the first time. "It was good seeing you."

He smiled again and nodded before pulling the red helmet back on. "See you around." A mock salute and he was taking off at a run towards the edge of the roof. 

"Hey, Red!" You called suddenly, dashing out under the alcove after him. He paused at the edge and looked back at you. "Be careful, alright? This Christmas has been shit enough without you getting hurt."

"Just for you, angel." And he was gone, disappearing into the night once again. 

~

Christmas Day was as dull as you'd expected it to be. The first part of the day was spent flopped on the sofa watching dumb Christmas movie after dumb Christmas movie. It wasn't bad necessarily but didn't exactly fill you with fun Christmas spirit either. 

It was mid-afternoon when someone knocked at your door. You were tempted to ignore it, but the curiosity of who would be calling at random on Christmas got the best of you. 

"I…how did you know which flat was mine?" 

Hood stood on the other side, sans helmet, with an eyebrow raised. "Wasn't hard to find the tenant roster. Merry Christmas to you too by the way."

Right. You stepped aside to let him in. "Second question; what are you doing here?" 

He held up the bag he was holding. "Swiped a couple plates of food for us."

"You...what?" 

"We do this thing where we get together with way too much food, eat some of it and usually end up arguing within two hours. Figured this year I'd shake it up."

"You ditched them? To be here?"

"They didn't mind. The Bat even graced us with one of the good bottles of wine."

You were quiet. He'd given up time with his family to be with you instead. Even if they argued that was still a big thing. A big choice. One you wouldn't make for just anybody. 

"I can go if you'd rather." He actually looked a little nervous. 

"No! No, that sounds perfect. Thank you."

He smiled, glanced around the apartment then made a beeline for the kitchenette. You didn't even need to tell him to make himself at home. He did that all by himself. He pulled out the containers of food he'd brought, immediately shushing you when you offered to help. 

So you sat, watching as he moved around, occasionally pointing him in the right direction of utensils he needed. He looked at ease, normal almost without the guns. Or most of them. He had one hidden under his jacket that was revealed when he shrugged it off. If he'd been completely unarmed you would've suspected a body snatcher situation though. You only wished he didn't have the mask on still. 

Though maybe that was for the best. It would be too personal, and you weren't entirely sure you could handle personal. 

In the months you'd known him you'd only ever seen him as a friend. Yeah, you admitted he was handsome, but never thought of him like that. You'd loved your fiancé, and it never entered your head to stray. But then the break up happened, and in the last couple of weeks, you'd found yourself thinking about Hood more. In the long lonely nights, you'd wished for him to be next to you. Wished he'd come home early, find you crying and hug you so tight you could barely breathe. The thoughts had trailed to him kissing you, touching you. You'd tried to brush the thoughts off, told yourself it was just a fantasy your broken heart wanted. But seeing him the previous night, the way he'd leaned in…maybe it wasn't a fantasy. 

Hood finished doing up the two plates and drew you back from your thoughts. 

You set up the table and popped open the bottle of wine. It really was a good bottle, confirming the theory you had that the Bat definitely had some money behind him. Just as you were done pouring the glasses, he came around you and placed the plates down. 

"Whoever made this deserves a damned medal," you groaned after the first bite. 

He laughed, "I'll pass it on."

The meal was delicious, the company even better. It was relaxed with him, and you realized you'd never quite felt at home with someone as you did with Hood. It made you wonder what it would be like if you fully knew each other.

Cleaning up together was easy. You moved around the other without issue, making short work of the dirty dishes. "Thank you for this, Red. It's been good," you said, turning to hand him the rest of his wine. 

He nodded, watching you a moment. "It's Jason."

That was unexpected. You smiled, holding out your glass to his. "Good to meet you, Jason."

He clinked the glass and finished what was left in it. For a second you thought he was going to say more, but then he pulled back out of your space. "C'mon. The Muppets Christmas Carol is showing in a bit."

You laughed because of course he liked that. You joined him on the sofa, throwing him the remote for him to get the right channel. His arm found its way across your shoulders, and somehow you found yourself leaning on his chest. 

He was warm and comfy and you were full and happy, so you really couldn't be blamed when you fell to sleep. 

You woke up by yourself, head resting on the arm of the sofa with a blanket up to your shoulders. You rubbed at your eyes, finding your phone on the coffee table to check the time. It was surprisingly late. Jason was probably long gone. You tried to push the disappointment that you'd missed him away. 

"Good nap, sleeping beauty?" 

Nearly jumping out of your skin, you sat up to see Jason at the kitchen island with a glass of water. 

"Thought you were gone."

"Nah. Took the night off so unless I'm needed, I'm free, and didn't want to up and leave without saying goodbye."

You smiled, keeping the blanket wrapped around you as you clambered off the sofa. "You could've woken me."

"You looked peaceful." He stood, pouring you some water of your own. You could feel him eye you up as you drank like he was weighing something up. "Do you trust me?" 

The question was a surprise, but you didn't even need to think of the answer. "Completely."

"A lot would say not to."

"Screw those people."

"I'm dangerous. I've killed people."

"Bad people. Jason, I know this. I knew it before we even met."

"Yet you still offered me tea."

"Because I trusted you. It's never been a doubt that I could."

Jason smiled, "Thank you."

"Where'd this come from?" 

He sighed, pausing a moment. "I needed to know, for sure, before-" he reached up and peeled off the domino mask, letting it flutter to the floor. 

Holy shit he was handsome. The mask had only been covering his eyes but it had been hiding so much. Jason was gorgeous, beautiful, but it wasn't just that that was tugging at your heart. It was the fact that he'd just trusted you with his entire fucking identity. You wondered how many outside of the vigilante group knew. You doubted there were many if any. 

Reaching up you carefully brushed one of the curls that were flopping into his eyes away. "Thank you. For trusting me."

"I can count the number of people I trust on one hand. You're one of them, angel."

"And I won't break it, I promise." Your hand came to rest on his cheek, and he actually leaned into it. "Guess I was right after all. You are the handsome one."

Jason laughed, "Don't let Nightwing hear you say that. You'll hurt his feelings."

"Don't care. I'm not in the habit of lying."

"How honest of you." Jason stepped closer, into your space fully, one hand coming to land on your hip. "You're beautiful, Y/N."

You blushed, turning your head away. "Not beautiful enough to stop the person meant to love me fucking someone else."

"Hey, look at me." His free hand came to tilt your head up. "You are beautiful and if that bastard was too fucking blind to see it, that's on him, not you. He didn't deserve you, and you're better off without him. The fact that he willingly threw what you had away...it makes me angry. If you were-" Jason cut himself off suddenly. 

"If I were what?"

He swallowed, "If you were mine…I'd make sure I told you how much I loved you every single day. I'd do everything I could to make you happy, to make sure you stayed happy. I'd go to the end of the world and back to ensure it. And if I couldn't, if there was a problem that meant I couldn't make you smile and laugh, I'd fix it. No matter what it took. I'd treat you the way you deserve to be, love you the way you should be loved, and never hurt you because that would be worse than hurting myself. If you were mine seeing you smile would be the best part of my day. Knowing that I was keeping you safe would give me even more reason to keep doing what I do, and knowing I was coming home to you would be my reason for making sure I did it and stayed alive."

He stopped and it was then you realized that your cheeks were wet. Jason took a breath and looked away. "Sorry. You've been through enough, I shouldn't have said-"

You kissed him. Tangled your fingers in his curls and kissed him. Hard. His arms wrapped around you on instinct, pressing you close to his body. 

"Y/N-"

"No one…no one's ever spoken to me like that, said those things. Do...do you…?"

"Yeah." The word came out a whisper. "But Y/N, you just got out of a relationship, I don't want to push you into another."

"Have I ever seemed the type of person to be pushed into something? Maybe I should need more time, and if I didn't know you, didn't trust you, I'd probably turn and run. But the truth is I want this. I want you. I'm just surprised you want me back."

"I've wanted you for months. Just never said anything. Wasn't planning to either. Especially not today, so soon after. My only intention coming here was to make you happy."

"And you succeeded."

A hand cupped your cheek, those stunning eyes meeting yours, "You're sure? About this?" 

"I've never been more sure." You leaned in for another kiss, clutching at his shoulders with a squeak when you suddenly found yourself being hoisted up onto the kitchen counter, with Jason between your legs.

"Sure like kissing me, babydoll, and you don't even have any mistletoe. Pretty sure that's against Christmas rules," he teased, pressing his forehead to yours. 

"We can stop if you feel so strongly about it."

Jason nipped at your bottom lip, then trailed kisses along your jaw and up to your ear. "Angel, I have every intention of kissing you for as long as you'll let me, mistletoe be damned."

"Good." Turning your head you caught him in another kiss, smiling into it. You weren't even sure the last time you'd felt this damned happy. How things had gone from the worst to this in just a couple weeks, you didn't know, or what you'd done to deserve such luck. But you were never going to complain. Not when you had Jason kissing you with such ferocious tenderness you were sure you were going to melt. 

Breaking the kiss and pulling back enough to look up at him, you grinned. "I'm pretty sure I might have an old bunch in the bedroom though."

Jason returned the grin, hands coming to grip your thighs as he lifted you from the counter with ease. "Merry Christmas, babe."

"Merry Christmas, babe."

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[ghost-writing]

The Monster 3/?? - August Walker fanfic

PART THREE - Change

Word count: 2.7k  

Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of violence and murder, swearing and bad language (in English and in Dutch!), some angst I suppose. And August Walker. (The Kingstache deserves its own warning.) And it’s probably full of typos and redundancies. If you see something that irks you, please tell me! :)

Part one can be found here, and part two here!

She felt tense. She was certain he'd try something during the “London expedition”, as Simon had named it. She had checked the reservations, and he only booked three rooms for the four of them, arguing that Simon and Niklaas could share, and assuring her that she would have her own room. Could be true, could be a ruse. Still she would've bet that Agent Control Freak had something planned. It was something in his eyes, faint but present. So she readied herself for a battle. A battle for power over the other. She would not let him get what he wanted that easily. But her team had to remain clueless of what was going on. She would not allow them to find out what was going on between the two of them. Because Niklaas would definitely use it against her.

She arrived early at the station. Simon was already there, his usual anxious self. Walker got there briefly after her. As if he had been following her. He probably had. That creep. After greeting them curtly, he sent Simon to the coffee shop. “My treat”, he said, giving him some money. She then was sure he most definitely had followed her. An intuition. Simon almost ran, happy to oblige, already salivating at the idea of fresh croissants he wouldn't pay for.

“Couldn't get them yourself?”

“Simon knows everybody's preferences in coffee. I only know how you like your tea.”

“And you know that we'll get breakfast on board with our 1st class ticket, right?”

“I do.”

She sniggered. “Ok. Spill the beans.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, trying to look perfectly innocent. “What the hell do you want, Walker?”

“I don't know what you are talking about.” He looked at someone behind her. “Den Boer. Almost late.”

“Rot op, kut”, the young agent muttered.

“What was that, Nik?” Frankie would not pass an occasion of putting that kid back in his place. He turned a deep shade of red, remembering she knew many Dutch curse words, and looked at her right in the eyes, mentally slapping her or spitting in her face, no doubt.

“I... I'm in a bad mood. Alarm clock did not go off this morning. Still, I am right on time, and Simon is not!” His triumph was short lived, as the coffee boy arrived, one hand holding a cardboard tray with four cups, and the other a bag of baked goods. Frankie's stomach growled instantly at the smell of pastry. Walker looked at her, with that unbearable smirk half hidden by his mustache, as if telling her “I knew you'd enjoy something to eat right away. Because I hid cameras in your apartment, and I know you did not eat anything since you woke up.”

“Klootzak”, she thought. “I so want to punch that smug face of his...” Apparently, she was now in a fouler mood than Niklaas.

She took it out on two croissants, eating in silence, sipping on her tea, avoiding to look at the big ass American spy who was gloating.

The speaker announcing that boarding would start shortly pulled her out of her ruminations. They all grabbed their hand-luggage, and rolled to their first class car. They were all seated  around a table, so they'd be able to go through the plan again during the two hour journey. It would not be necessary, but she knew that Simon would ask the same questions again.

As she lead the way, she sat next to the window, and shuddered when Walker sat right next to her. He did not seem to notice, taking her small suitcase without asking her, lifting it above their heads. She shivered again, noticing how effortless it seemed for him, so tall and strong and...

“Frankie! What's wrong?”, Simon asked.

“Headache”, she mumbled. “Give me another croissant.” His face fell.

“I took the last one”, Niklaas said, a hint of defiance in his voice.

Frankie breathed in, through her nose, slowly, deeply. “I'll kill you for that.” Only after that thought had passed, she allowed herself to breathe out, as slowly as she could, never breaking eye contact with Niklaas. The young man was not ready to back down either.

But Simon was noticeably uneasy, trying to calm things down. “Aren't we supposed to have breakfast on board? I suppose it'll be croissants... I'll give you mine, Frankie! I've had enough already.”

“No, thank you, Simon. You don't have to deprive yourself of your breakfast for me.” She forced herself to look and smile at him. Poor Simon was always stuck between her and that shithead. Said shithead felt like he had won this battle, and looked at Walker with a huge grin on his face.

“What are you so happy about, Den Boer?” Walker couldn't stand the kid either. He usually did not care much about the people he had to work with, like Simon. Frankie was a different thing entirely, for obvious reasons. But sometimes, they'd get under his skin almost instantly, as was the case with the other junior officer. That one was not working hard enough, and acted as if he already knew everything he had to know. From experience, those were the worst kind, the most dangerous too.

“No answer? You're usually quite talkative when it comes to criticizing the Ice Queen...”

Niklaas' head almost exploded.

“Don't worry: she already knew you call her that. And worse.”

He looked at Frankie, who had murder in her eyes...

“Juniors, scram.” They didn't wait for further reasons, and left hurriedly.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck. Walker?”

She had paused between every word. Walker saw she was trying to control her wrath through her breathing, but did not understand right away why she was now so angry at him. He remained silent, not sure what answer he should give her.

“What the fuck are you doing? You are... Just... Weird. Stop being weird. Stop it! We're going to London to do a job. I don't know what's going on in your head, but get yourself in check and focus on that fucking job. For fuck sake...”

She stood up, and left him alone. He should have known treating her like a damsel in distress was not going to work. He should have known she'd put up a fight.

The rest of the journey was filled with awkward silences and quick questions about the case. When they got to the hotel, Frankie switched rooms with Simon and Niklaas: she absolutely did not want to be in the room next to Walker's, as they had a communicating door.

She barely talked to him that first day. They met the person they were supposed to get intel from, but that brought up another problem. They now had to go to the countryside to find someone else. But they'd have to conceal their identities and actual purpose. So, the whole team couldn't go, and Niklaas had the most ridiculous idea.

“Frankie, you should go with Agent Walker, pretend you're a married couple...” Again, his eyes were full of pride and mischief. He knew that would bother her. What else did he know?

While she was struggling to find an answer that wouldn't sound too angry, she heard the American say: “No. I'll go alone.”

“You'll look less threatening with a woman...”, tried Simon.

They all looked at Frankie, and something in her made their faces contort in three different expressions, but all meant “This might not be the less threatening-looking woman there is, but she'll have to make do, because it's the only one we have”. Her murderous intents had clearly reappeared.

“Maybe with a cute flowery dress...” Simon regretted his words instantly. Frankie's lips were shut tight, her jaw clenched, her anger palpable. Her silence only made her even more frightening.

“We should find another story”, cut Walker.

And then, Frankie heard herself say “We'll manage. It's only for a couple of days...”

“And at least two whole nights”, teased Niklaas, under his breath. He knew something. He definitely knew something.

Hearing that, Walker straightened his imposing frame, meaning to put an end to this silly conversation. “I said no.”

“I'm the leading officer here, CIA. You're only tagging along. And I say we're doing this. Simon, can you...” She felt queasy at the thought.

“Rent a car, search for a nice hotel in the area, and book a room for the happy couple, sure! I'll contact Emily... I mean: Agent Richards! For the details of your covert identity, Agent Walker...” And Simon skedaddled, followed by his colleague, leaving Frankie and Walker alone in his room.

After a moment of silence, Frankie trying to assert her dominance over her counterpart, Walker attempted a joke.

“Well, nobody is going to believe we're a happy couple, if you look at me that way...”

“I don't have to pretend yet.”

She moved towards the door.

“Wait! We have to... Plan this.”

“We'll have time for that while driving there. Now, I have to go shopping...” Turning around, she looked at him. “Maybe you should too.”

And she left him, confused, worried, and wondering what was wrong with his wardrobe.

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The next day, Walker was driving their rented car to the hotel they were supposed to sleep at. In the same room, of course. They had made contact with Peggy, the person they came all that way to meet. Peggy was now called Elizabeth, and was posing as a rich widow, taking care of a small art gallery in a picturesque village in the country side. Expecting her to be weary of strangers, they did not push their luck with her: Walker barely talked to her, most of the work was left to Frankie. She managed to have a lengthy conversation with Elizabeth, about the things a young couple could do in the area: where to eat, what to visit – even each on their own. Frankie pushed the “wife angry at her husband” story-line, because it seemed to work on their target. That woman had no trouble believing they were really married, because “Françoise” was genuinely mad at “Hank”. So, yes, Niklaas' stupid idea had actually worked, because of all the rage that tiny wife had towards her giant of a husband. The best lies are the ones anchored in truth.

But Frankie was drained, unable to conceive that she'd have to play that role for at least a couple more days, spending as many nights in the same room as him... So, when they arrived at the hotel, she went straight to the small restaurant, leaving him to take care of the reservation and the luggage. She sat at a table in a corner of the dining room, ordered a cocktail, drank it whole straight away, and ordered another, plus the lamb dish for herself, and the beef one for Walker. “Ugh! Him...” This mission was not easy, but the worse part was being with him. Him, constantly trying to hold her hand, or putting his arm around her waist or her shoulder. Him, ogling her like she was a flower and he was after her nectar. Him, his warm body, so tall and so wide, smelling so nice... Him. His huge hands. His stupid mustache. His hard cock... “Ugh!”, she hissed, full of rage and lust. She had already downed half her  second glass when she saw him enter the room.

Getting inside the eating area of the inn, he saw her sitting at a table in a corner, away from the two other couple of guests who were already enjoying their meals. An older lady smiled at him, which her husband did not notice because he was focused on Franken. As he sat down in front of her, she gestured at the waitress to bring her another glass.

“I ordered food.”

“Thank you. But no drink for me?” He grabbed her glass and sniffed it. “What the hell is that?”

“Pear daiquiri. They're using local organic pears, it's nice and fresh. And it's my second glass already, because I need to unwind. Oh, here comes the third!” She finished her glass.

The waitress put the cocktail in front of Franken. “They're delicious, aren't they? Do you want one too, sir?” She smiled and batted her lashes at Walker.

“I'll have a scotch, thank you.”

He did not look at her leaving, but he noticed that whatever she did, it irritated his fake wife: she sighed in exasperation.

“We need to talk.”

She sighed some more. “Can I at least eat in peace, please?”

“It doesn't have to be a battle, we can have a quiet, civilized conversation.”

He saw rage in her eyes. He also noticed that she was exhausted. Or maybe it was the rum kicking in, or rather kicking her down.

“I'm sorry for the other night.”

This time, her face was blank. She did not believe him.

“I really am. I've thought about it a lot, and I know I made a mistake.”

Still nothing from her. How did that woman, who had looked so angry with him for the past week and a half, especially since yesterday, could now look that calm and unaffected?

“When was the last time you apologized?” Her tone was quiet, yet threatening. “To anyone.”

She looked at him right in the eyes. Walker made a mental note to never play poker with that woman, because she was not giving any clue to where she was going with that question. So, he tried sincerity, for once.

“I don't remember. It's not very often I do.”

“Why?” She drank, just a gulp.

He chuckled a little. “I don't like being wrong.”

“No, I mean, why to me? Why now?”

That's where she wanted to go. He realized she had done the same thing the other night, when she called him a boy... She had cornered him, just like now. Not leaving him any room for action, forcing him to go forward. He remembered she studied psychology and criminology. He remembered her file said she was good at interrogating suspects. He remembered how she got the man in London to tell them about Peggy and her location. He got played.

“Was it all an act? Your hostility, today?”

The waitress arrived with their plates. “Lamb?”

“That's me”, she said. “He's the beef.” The girl put their respective plates in front of them, and came back right away with Walker's scotch, trying to make eye contact, but he did not react.

Frankie smelled the food, and relaxed. She was starving, and drunk too. She cut a piece of her meat, swiped some gravy, put it in her mouth, and closed her eyes.

“Hmm... Good!” She opened her eyes, and Walker's face was another good thing. It was not the first time she saw that face, she often had that effect on people. But she was fairly surprised that a CIA agent had not seen her coming.

“It was all an act...”

“It wasn't.” She kept eating her dish. “It's really good, eat while it's still warm.”

“But...”

She cut him off. “It wasn't. I find you're insufferable. I didn't mind how smug you were, at first, but I don't know how I've managed to not slap you in the past few days... Or kick you in the balls.” She lifted her knife in front of her. “Or stab you multiple times, dismember your corpse, and disseminate the evidence across the English countryside.” She went back to eating her food like what she just said did not made her sound like a psycho. He still had not started his plate yet.

He took a deep breath, like he was about to say something, but he stopped himself, drank his glass in one go, and started his dinner.

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GUYS! You have no idea how hard it was to get to this... 3 months since I posted part 2. I wrote and re-wrote this, at least 3 times, if not 4. I just HATED what came out. I didn’t like how they were interacting with each other, or with others... It just felt WRONG. 

And then, I don’t know how, Frankie changed her act, she was different: she was a mean cat and August suddenly was a little mouse stuck in her claws. And that weirdly felt RIGHT. (Maybe it’s because I watched How to Get Away with Murder. So: thank you, Annalise Keating, I guess... ^_^ )

So, I’m sorry there’s no smut (there should be in part 4, if I get to finish it!), but I’m so relieved...

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[colbybrocksmolder]

Never Have I Ever Had A Threesome - Colby Brock x Reader x Nate (smut) [PART 3/3]

“Hey, Sam!” Colby called out into Sam’s apartment.

“Up here!” Sam answered from the loft. “Can you grab my drink off of the counter before you come up?”

“I got you, brother.” Colby grabbed the drink, grabbed a can of soda for himself, and climbed the stairs. “Ooo, did we pick dates yet?” Colby asked, seeing Sam on the AirBnB website.

They were planning their annual Kansas boys vacation to Hawaii and a lot had changed in the last year. Alex had gotten quite serious with his girlfriend. Sam was thinking about asking Kat to move in with him when the boys got a new house. Colby and you had been officially dating for almost 6 months. Even Nate had been “with” a girl for almost the last year.

“That’s the thing” Sam said. “There are loads of open dates for the trip, but they’re all sooner than we thought they’d be. The best deals and weather all seem to be in just a few months.”

“So? That’s fine, dude.” Colby shrugged it off.

“I’ll text Alex and Nate.” Sam said, grabbing his phone.

“Wait.” Colby stopped him, putting his hand over Sam’s iphone that was sitting on his desk. “I have a question. It’s totally okay to say no, but I wanted to get your thoughts.”

“Okaaaayyyyy.” Sam drawled out, wondering what Colby was all jittery about.

“Hear me out. Kat has never gone on a vacation with you unless you count being dragged to wedding events and no one counts that…This is the first year we’re all with someone.” Colby explained. “Am I breaking the rules by asking if we want to bring the girls?”

Sam looked like he was considering it. “I mean, as long as we still spend part of it hanging out with just the guys, I think it would be great.”

“Of course, of course. Y/n and Kat are practically joined at the hip now-a-days. Alex’s girl is super chill and I’m sure Nate wouldn’t date someone crazy. The girls can spend a few days together while we go do dumb Kansas boys shit on our own.” Colby said, relieved Sam didn’t shut his idea down straight away.

“Why don’t we bring it up to the guys and see what they say?” Sam looked up at Colby and shrugged.

Nate and Alex seemed happy with the idea. A date was picked. The tickets were booked. A huge AirBnB was rented. Sam kept talking about how this trip felt more ‘grown up’. Like a family vacation.

“Wake up, baby” you gently shook Colby. You knew this was going to be a long day because the two of you had gone to bed exactly….2 hours ago. “Colby” you laughed, climbing on top of him and pressing kiss after kiss to his face. Even though his body stayed unmoving, you could see him trying to hide a smile. “I know you’re awake, you brat.” You went to climb off of him.

His strong arms pinned you against his body as he opened one eye to stare up at you. “I think I might need a little more waking up.”

“You’re such a dork” you laughed, connecting your lips in a more passionate kiss. “Come on. We need to get our shit to Sam’s so we can order an Uber.”

“I’m so stoked to see Nate” Colby said from the closet. “We haven’t seen him since you moved out here.” He was looking for something that would be comfortable to travel in, but you had already stolen his favorite hoodie.

“So am I!” you agreed, moving to pick something else for Colby to wear. “I haven’t seen him in well over a year, actually. Wear this one.” You said, throwing him a hoodie you thought he looked hotter than usual in.

“You really like this one, don’t you?” He teased, pulling on a cut-up tank top and then the hoodie.

“I mean, I’d prefer you to just walk around naked all the time” you smirked, slipping your fingers under the hem of his tank top. “But this is a close second place.”

“And I thought I was going to be the one that made us late.” He leaned down to kiss you.

Before your lips connected, Sam barged into the apartment. “If you guys aren’t out here in 5 minutes, we’re coming in with the squirt guns” he said before slamming the door.

You both laughed, double checking that your carryon bags had chargers, headphones, a book, etc. The usual ‘I don’t want to die of boredom on this long ass flight’ stuff. When you landed in Hawaii, the four of you took a cab to the AirBnB and started claiming rooms.

“When do Nate and Alex get here?” you yelled down the stairs having claimed the room furthest away from the other bedrooms. It wasn’t the biggest, but this meant you didn’t have to worry about being too loud. Sam and Kat constantly teased you about keeping them awake even though you knew they couldn’t hear you through the apartment walls.

“I don’t know where Alex is, but I’m right here, beautiful.” Nate yelled back, dropping his bags in the living room.

You squealed the whole way down the stairs, tackling Nate in a hug that almost knocked him over. “It’s been too fucking long, Hardy.”

“Tell me about it” he said, spinning you around once.

The two of you let go of each other, Colby and Sam both pulling Nate into hugs. “Where’s your girl?” Colby asked, looking towards the front door.

Nate had his ‘Everything is chill’ smile plastered on his face, “We’ll talk about that later.” He slapped Colby on the back, pulling him into another hug. “In more important news, you owe Sam, Alex and I a hundred bucks each.”

“OH YEAH!” Sam practically yelled.

“What?” you laughed, leaning into Colby’s side. Colby had a confused look on his face.

“Summer before senior year. The warehouse.” Nate said with a smug look on his face.

Sam continued the story. “We were laying on the roof having one of our ‘life is short’ talks and Nate looked over at Colby and said...”

“If it’s so short, then why are you afraid to live it?” Nate interrupted him, smiling over at you. “I teased him about walking you home every day and not letting you come to the warehouse because ‘it’s too dangerous’. I asked him why he didn’t just ask you out.”

Colby’s hands were over his blushing cheeks. “Dude, I haven’t thought about that night in a long time, man.”

“Awwww, your face is so red, babe.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Colby denied liking you ‘like that’” Sam laughed, doing air quotes. “Alex chimed in and bet him a hundred bucks that you two would eventually end up together.”

“We all took the bet against him…and by the looks of it, that makes one Colby Brock 300 dollars less rich.” Nate laughed, looking around the house you guys were staying in.

“I’ll pay up” Colby laughed, headed up the stairs. “Nate, there’s another room up here.”

Nate settled into a small room, closest to yours. Alex and his girlfriend showed up and took the second bedroom downstairs next to Sam and Kat’s. You guys napped and ordered food.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m dying to go to the beach.” Nate said, looking out the window. “I always forget how beautiful this place is.”

The 7 of you packed your beach bags, threw on your suits, and walked towards the beautiful blue horizon. “You ready to talk about it yet?” you asked, you and Nate were currently sat in the sand near Alex and his girlfriend, watching Sam, Kat, and Colby attempt to fly a kite.

“She just wasn’t the one.” He said, looking over at you with no sign of sadness on his features.

“It took you a year to figure that out?” you teased him.

“No. We’ve always known. I just…” Nate took a deep breath, looking around at your little makeshift family. “This? This is special. I didn’t want to invite her in.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Naaate, then why didn’t you tell Sam and Colby right away? You guys could have had your normal Kansas shenanigans trip!” you scolded him.

“Y/n.” Nate grabbed your hand. “I wanted this. I missed you. And I never get to see the other girls, either. We aren’t just a rowdy bunch of boys anymore. We’ve expanded.”

“Always the sentimental one.” You squeezed his hand and smiled over at him.

“Before you know it, we’ll be bringing kids on these trips.” He laughed.

“Dude, Alex is first. Sam and Kat have sworn off kids for like 8 more years.” You chuckled.

“And what about you and the blue-eyed genetic lottery winner over there?” he teased. “That kid was made to be a dad and you know it.”

“I assume it’ll happen like everything else in our lives.” You watched Colby finally get the damn kite off the ground and proudly yell your name to look at it flying through the air. “It’ll happen when we least expect it and it’ll be amazing.”

“Good job, baby!” Nate yelled at Colby.

Colby threw his head back laughing and the kite smashed into the sand. “You distracted me!” he yelled, handing the spool to Kat so he could try to get the kite back up in the air.

“You know, Colby’s been eyeballing your new tattoo.” You looked over at Nate with a smirk. “I think he may want to see it up close later.”

“Is that so?” he laughed. “I didn’t know if you two had changed your ways with your official titles and all.”

“I think we’ll always have room for you.” You stood, pulling Nate with you to join the others closer to the water.

When your group got home, most people just headed to their rooms. Between traveling and running around on the beach, everyone was pretty tired. “Did you see the bathtub?” you asked, popping your head back into your bedroom. “This thing is huge. It looks like a jacuzzi!”

“Oooo that actually sounds like heaven right now.” Colby said, finding hangers to let your beach clothes dry on.

“I’m gonna run a hot bath. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.” You stripped out of your suit and handed it to Colby.

“Hey Nate!” Colby called, walking down the hall towards the smaller bedroom. Seeing the door opened, he walked in. “Do you want me to hang up your trunks? We’re putting our stuff on the balcony to dry. Nate?”

“Out here.” Nate called back, an open window leading to a little section of the roof.

“You would already be sat on the roof.” Colby laughed, joining him.

“Just been in a thinkin’ mood” Nate smiled over at him.

“Nate, when are you not in a thinking mood?” Colby teased.

“Different kind of thinkin’ this time” he answered, staring out at the ocean. He could barely make out the horizon between the dark water and the dark sky.

“Good or bad?” Colby asked.

“Always good, brother.” Nate answered, the two of them spending a few moments in silence just enjoying cool night air. “If I were to ask you when you thought you were going to have kids, what would you say? Just a hypothetical. Entertain me.”

Colby sat, staring out at the blue abyss. “Honestly? Whenever it happens.” He shrugged. “I’ve got a great job, I’m lucky enough to have some great friends, and I’ve got the most amazing girl in the whole world. There’s no point in planning when anytime is an okay time.”

“Solid answer.” Nate nodded his head. “Y/n said something similar.”

“Yeah?” Colby asked.  

“Something about it happening like everything else that has happened between the two of you. When you least expect it, but amazing anyways.”

“I told you.” Colby replied. “Most amazing girl in the world.”

“I’m so fucking happy for you two, dude.” Nate smiled over at Colby.

“Thanks, man.” Colby ducked his head, grinning ear to ear. “How about you spend a little time being happy with us instead of for us, though.” He stood, reaching his hand out to pull Nate up with him.

“You know I can’t say no to that.” Nate laughed, following Colby back into the house.

“There you are!” you said, seeing Colby and Nate walk into your bedroom’s bathroom. “I went to tell Colby the bath was ready and I couldn’t find either of you.”

“I’ll give you one guess where I found Nate.” Colby laughed, stripping out of his swim trunks and taking Nate’s to hang them on the balcony.

“Roof?” you looked over at Nate, guessing.

“Bingo.” He laughed.

Colby snuck down the hall to turn off Nate’s light and close his door so no one would wonder where he was. He locked your bedroom door and joined you back in the bathroom. “Now THIS is a sight I’ve missed.” He smirked down at you and Nate both in the Jacuzzi tub, water up to your necks.

“While I don’t mind the view, I think you should join us.” Nate teased.

Colby stepped into the water, the jacuzzi tub having plenty of room for the three of you. “Fuuuuck, this feels good.” He said, letting the hot water envelop him.

“Come here.” Nate said, pulling Colby’s back towards him so he could massage his muscles.

“Oh my god, I forgot you had magic hands.” Colby melted under Nate’s touch.

“I didn’t.” you smirked, watching the look of pure bliss on your boyfriend’s face.

“What are you thinking about?” Nate asked you, your eyes not having left Colby’s face.

“Just admiring the…I guess I’d use the word ‘power’ you have over this one.” You said, moving to take Colby’s face in your hands.

“Explain.” Nate said, continuing to massage Colby’s back. You could see Colby’s face turn slightly pink.

“My possessive boy here always has to be in charge.” You leaned forward and kissed him. “When we were with Jake, Colby would slowly tease him, drag things out, boss us both around. He likes being responsible for making us feel good.”

Nate nodded, his hands moving to wrap around Colby’s waist. “Ahhh, I see.”  

“But for some reason, he’s always been putty in your hands.” You said, Colby’s hands finding your body under the water and pulling you to him.

He captured your lips in another kiss. “Sometimes it scares me that you know me so well.” He smiled against your lips. “You’re letting out all my secrets.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s a pretty sexy secret.” You pulled away from Colby to hit the button to drain the jacuzzi tub.

Nate’s hands slid lower against Colby’s abdomen, fingers teasing him. “I really fucking missed you two.” He said, kissing up the side of Colby’s neck.

Colby closed his eyes, head tilting to the side. “We were just saying the same thing.” Colby agreed.

You climbed out of the tub and grabbed a stack of towels. “Come on, boys. Let’s move this somewhere You’re not going to accidentally drown.”

Nate pulled away from Colby to stand up and Colby groaned. Nate leaned down to pull him into a gentle kiss. “Good boys wait their turn.” He said, stepping out of the bath and scooping you up.

Colby heard you squeal out a laugh as Nate dropped you on the bed. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. He grabbed a towel and walked to join you in the bedroom. “I don’t mind waiting my turn when my view is this good.” Colby said, seeing Nate bent over the bed, his face buried in your breasts.

“I get to leave all the marks I want on you two and everyone is going to think you did it to each other.” Nate smirked, leaning down to suck a red mark at the base of your neck. His teeth grazed your skin as he relented.

Colby walked up behind Nate. “People are going to wonder where yours came from, though.” He said, his hands traveling from Nate’s back to his hips. Colby pulled his hand back and laid a firm slap against Nate’s ass. A clear red handprint visible on the pale flesh.

Nate groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Someone’s begging for attention.” Nate said, feeling Colby’s hand smooth over the reddened skin.

“This doesn’t feel like begging.” Colby snarked, landing a slap on the opposite side of Nate’s ass, his ring clad fingers tracing the red marks.

“I think you should give him what he wants.” You said to Nate, pulling him into a kiss. Your teeth pulling on his bottom lip.

Nate stood up and turned to Colby, his mouth latching on to Colby’s collarbone. “So needy” Nate whispered, leaving a deep purplish red mark on Colby’s skin. “On your knees.”

Colby’s breath caught in his chest for a moment before he dropped down to his knees in front of Nate. You sat up on the edge of the bed behind Nate to watch, your hands moving to rub up and down Nate’s thighs. “God, you look hot like that.”

“Tell me this doesn’t feel like begging.” Nate said, his hand gently grazing Colby’s cheek. his fingers moved to trace Colby’s full lips. “She’s right. You look great on your knees.”

Colby’s cheeks looked flushed and his breathing picked up. “Touch him, Colby.” You said, enjoying the fact that he was relinquishing the power for once. You loved how dominant he normally was, but watching him give it up once in a while was an experience you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Colby leaned forward, pressing kisses to the tattooed bit of flesh near Nate’s hip. He circled Nate’s erection with his hand, pumping up and down the full length. He loosened his grip to flatten his tongue and lick a stripe up the underside from base to tip. When he heard Nate moan his name, he got a little braver. He smirked up at Nate, maintaining eye contact as he took him into his mouth. His soft, full lips sliding further down his length.

Watching these two together was honestly one of the things that got you off the most. You dropped your hand between your legs, slowly starting to pleasure yourself as you watched Colby pleasure Nate. “I can hear you moaning, baby girl.” Nate said in a sing-songy voice. “Are you touching yourself?” he asked.

“God, if you were watching the two of you you’d be touching yourself too.” You said, your fingers quickening their pace.

Colby grabbed Nate’s hips, holding him still so he could try to take him deeper into his mouth. Colby hummed in satisfaction, sending waves of pleasure through Nate’s body. Nate’s head fell back, his hand gripping Colby’s hair to pull his mouth off of him. He stared down at Colby while he caught his breath. “Don’t let her finish herself off.” Nate said, bending down to pull Colby’s wet lips into a rough kiss. He released Colby from the kiss and stepped to the side.

Colby crawled forward, pulling your fingers away from yourself. “Come here.” Colby said, his hands swiftly pulling your hips to the bed’s edge. His mouth moved to your wet core, his tongue doing quick work of pushing you through your orgasm. When you begged him to stop, he kissed his way up your body, stopping to darken the mark that Nate had previously left.

Nate grabbed a condom and walked back to the bed. “Colby, lay down.” He said, pointing towards the head of the bed and putting the condom on himself.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of him bossing you around.” You smiled down at your boyfriend, moving to connect your lips. You kissed across his jaw, whispering in his ear. “I love you. So fucking much.” Colby pulled your lips back to his, his tongue begging entrance.

“Colby, baby. I’m gonna need to borrow her from you for a minute.” Nate said, a lopsided smirk on his face as he watched the two of you make-out.

Colby watched you crawl down his body towards Nate. Seeing him whisper something in your ear. He watched as you turned to crawl halfway back up his body on your hands and knees. “That’s a sight I’ll never get sick of.” He said, watching you lean down and press open mouth kisses up the side of his girth. “Oh fuck.”  Colby squeezed his eyes closed, feeling your tongue move across his sensitive tip. When he opened his eyes, he watched Nate line himself up behind you, hands firmly placed on your hips. “Just when I thought the view couldn’t get any better…”

You could feel Nate sliding himself back and forth over your entrance before filling you up, bottoming out. You pulled your mouth off of Colby to rest your head on his hip. “Fuck. Move, Nate. Don’t tease me.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said, starting to build a rhythm with each additional thrust. “Don’t forget about your boy, there.”

You smirked up at Colby, taking him fully into your mouth. You knew exactly how to make him fall apart. You slid your lips damn near all the way to the base, hollowing your cheeks before bobbing your head back up. Your fingers moved to gently massage his balls as you repeated your actions. Every few thrusts Nate would hit that sweet spot making you groan around Colby’s dick. You knew Colby was close because his hands kept reaching for you. The frazzled energy he felt from being pushed closer to the edge of his orgasm made him grabby. “Y/n, I’m gonna cum.” He mumbled out, giving you fair warning.

“Come on, baby” Nate egged him on, his own thrusts getting slower but rougher indicating he was close, as well. “Colby, look at me.”

Colby looked up, watching Nate’s final thrusts as he threw his head back with a grunt. Colby’s hands tangled in your hair as he came in your mouth. You slowed your movements, swallowing every drop your boy had to give you.

Nate climbed off the bed to throw the condom away. Colby stayed laying on his back, pulling you up to rest against one of his sides. He pressed kisses to your hair and wrapped an arm around you holding you tight against him. “I love you.” He said, still coming down from his high. “I am the luckiest person alive to have you.”

You looked up at him, connecting your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. “I could say the same about you.”

You both saw Nate standing by the door, watching the two of you. “Bitch!” Colby called out, a grin spread across his face. “Don’t you fucking dare touch that door.”

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t going to leave you.” Nate said with a soft smile. “I was just taking a few seconds to really take in the moment.” He tossed the comforter over the two of you before crawling in and cuddling into Colby’s other side.

“Our sentimental boy.” You reached over to rest your hand on his cheek. “We love you, you know?”

“I can feel that.” Nate said, leaning across Colby to kiss you and then moving to kiss Colby. “Why do you think I wanted to make sure I remembered this moment?”

#Colby Brock #Colby Brock x Reader #colby brock imagine #nate hardy #solhardymusic

[vengeancedemons]

destined to burn // self para (pt 2)

summary: Robbie and Coulson search for an exit. They find one, but things in Hell rarely turn out the way you want them to. trigger warnings: hell, death, mentions of violence featuring: robbie reyes, phil coulson, mentions of elias morrow and daisy johnson ( @daisyquakes ) word count: 2125 this one is reasonable!!!

The problem with rumors was the inherently vague nature of them. They made wide, overarching claims with no evidence to back it up, made assumptions without testimony. Coulson, Robbie soon learned, had heard about this door somewhere in the hellscape… but he had only the vaguest idea where it was. 

Of course, he didn’t admit that at first. For the first few hours, Coulson had marched forward with such confidence that Robbie was sure he knew exactly where he was going. He’d forgotten, it seemed, that this was a man who’d lived life by the skin of his teeth, a man who’d often pretended to have answers he didn’t in order to keep spirits high. It was a noble cause. It was. But Robbie didn’t need his spirits to be high. He needed a way out.

“You’ve got no fucking clue where you’re going, do you?” Robbie’s voice was dry, cutting through the silence like a knife. Coulson’s shoulders tensed, muscles tightening as he realized he’d been found out.

“You should really watch your language,” he said instead of responding, and Robbie stopped. It seemed to take Coulson a moment to realize the footsteps behind him had faltered, and he took a few more steps before pausing to turn around to look at Robbie. “Okay,” he relented, “so I don’t have a map. But I have an idea.”

“An idea,” Robbie repeated. “You have an idea. That’s --- We’re betting our lives on this shit, Coulson. Literally. We’re betting Daisy’s --- “

“You think I don’t know that?” Robbie hadn’t heard Coulson snap often, and he tended to pay attention when he did as a result. His mouth snapped shut, shifting into a frown as he clenched his jaw tightly. “Look, I don’t have to tell you that Hell isn’t an exact science. I know where it’s not. And I have an idea of where it might be. For now, that’s what we’re going on. Okay? It’s not like we have any other options here.”

And that was a good point. There wasn’t exactly a list of plausible exits in Hell, wasn’t a compiled number of cheat codes worked out by people who’d beaten the game. There was no one who’d beaten this game. Not to Robbie’s knowledge, and not to Coulson’s. The only people who’d gotten out of Hell were people who’d been pulled out.

So they walked. Robbie didn’t know how long they went. Your body didn’t tire out in Hell, didn’t need sleep or food. That was part of the torture --- the inability to tell one day from the next. No sunrise, no sunset, no way to mark the cell door with tally marks to keep your head on straight. They walked for what could have been hours and what could have been years. They ducked for cover every now and then when they ran into gang members who might want to kill Robbie or Hydra agents who might like to see Coulson suffer, they conversed as much as could be expected for two men whose current existence was built up in a web of anxiety so tight neither could breathe. And they kept going, no matter how pointless it seemed.

When they came across the first sign of something in a world full of nothing, Robbie thought he might be hallucinating. Everybody knew stories of guys in deserts who swore they saw lakes where there was only sand, guys who died choking on dirt they swore was water. When Robbie saw the first tiny little sign that things were getting different, he figured it was the same phenomena. It was a mirage, it was a dream, it was his sorry mind finally giving in and heading out.

But Coulson saw it too.

“Is that…” Coulson was frozen in his tracks, staring down at it in disbelief. Robbie kneeled down carefully, glancing back to the older man as if in question. When Coulson nodded, Robbie plucked it from the ground and straightened up, holding it in his open palm like it might break if he applied any pressure at all.

“A daisy,” he observed, throat a little tight. “Kind of on the nose, isn’t it?”

“Nobody said Hell was subtle,” Coulson replied, voice betraying the fact that the lump in his throat was just as present as Robbie’s. “Still think I don’t know where I’m going?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Robbie warned. “It could be playing tricks on us.”

“Or she could be working from her end just as hard as we’re working from ours,” Coulson shot back. “Which is the more logical answer here, Reyes --- that something in Hell is different for the first time since either of us have been here, or that Daisy Johnson is getting things done?”

Robbie didn’t have an argument for that. He shrugged in response, slipping the flower into his jacket pocket and moving forward. It took only a moment for Coulson to fall into step beside them, for the quiet to return. Coulson had a point, of course. Daisy would have figured out Eli’s game eventually, and she’d fight like hell to take him out. But hope was a dangerous animal, and if he let himself think they might succeed for a moment only for them to fail? He wasn’t sure he’d come back from that. Hell was bad enough when you were resigned to it, but when you thought you had a chance at escape and lost it? That was what made people lose their minds.

The daisies became more and more present as they moved forward, from single flowers sprouting from the dirt to entire patches of grass with little white flowers poking through. Coulson seemed to feel more confident with each step, but the pit of dread in Robbie’s gut only grew the more they moved. Maybe they were headed the right direction, maybe they’d find the door, but what then? What were the odds this half-baked plan actually amounted to anything? It seemed like a pipe dream at best, and he said as much to Coulson several times. Every time, he was met with infuriating positivity. He was starting to wonder how no one had killed this guy before the Rider made his deal for his soul.

When they finally found the door, the daisies were so thick you couldn’t see the ground beneath them. They grew on the side of the stone wall the door was nestled in, tangled in the hinges. Next to it, there was a small metal box with more flowers weaving up the post. It looked almost like a ticket dispenser you might find at a restaurant when prompted to take a number. It might have been pretty if not for the location. There wasn’t exactly any prime real estate in Hell.

“Do you think we just… Open it?” He glanced over at Coulson, who raised a brow in response.

“Why, what did you want to do? Knock?”

“You know, it’s moments like this I understand why you ended up in Hell.” 

Coulson’s resulting laugh was unexpected, and Robbie found himself joining in after a moment. There was a level of elation to it, a disbelief. They’d found the way out. This awful, unbelievably shitty chapter of their lives was about to end. It seemed worth laughing about.

When the laughter died down, Coulson nodded to the ticket dispenser and they approached. The machine clicked once, twice, three times before whirring. It spat out a single ticket, and Robbie tore it loose and held it out to Coulson, waiting for the machine to dispense a second for him.

It didn’t.

Robbie kicked the machine. It stayed silent. He slapped a hand against the side, but there was no change. Infuriatingly, it seemed spent, as if dispensing a single ticket was so exhausting it couldn’t possibly muster up the strength for a second. They’d come this far only to be stopped at the gate. Robbie wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or scream, felt his hands trembling as the hope he’d allowed himself to feel in the moment of laughter before evaporated in an instant.

Beside him, Coulson shifted, and Robbie glanced behind him. He saw his own hand, still extended backwards. He saw the bright red ticket, still clutched in his fingertips. He saw Coulson’s expression, apologetic and unsurprised.

“No,” he said slowly, thrusting the ticket towards Coulson. The agent made no move to take it. “No, hey, if only one of us gets to go --- Look, it should be you, right? You can kick Eli’s ass and find me another way out. You can at least make sure she knows what she’s dealing with.”

“Robbie,” Coulson said patiently, and Robbie knew that tone. He knew what was coming. He might have plugged his ears if not for the ticket Coulson still wouldn’t take, might have screamed to drown out whatever the agent might say next if not for the fear that it’d bring other people swarming towards them.

“You’re a good man, Coulson. You didn’t --- You never deserved to be here. I did. I do. You go. It’s gotta be you, man.”

“It can’t be me,” Coulson replied. Fire burned in Robbie’s chest, and the Rider wasn’t with him anymore but he swore he could still feel those flames licking the side of his face. “What did I tell you when I found you? Your body is alive, Robbie. It’s out there, just waiting for you to get in it. Mine isn’t.”

“So you take mine,” he tried desperately. 

“Yeah, not a big fan of the plus one that comes with. Ghost Rider-ing isn’t as much fun as you make it seem, Reyes. Besides, I don’t think Daisy would forgive me.”

Robbie’s throat felt tight, and his eyes burned for reasons that had nothing to do with a demon burning away his goddamn flesh. “And you think she’ll forgive me if I leave you here? There’s gotta be another way. There’s gotta be something --- “

Shouts in the distance cut him off. Peace was never something that lasted long in Hell, never a thing that stayed. Coulson glanced behind him, concern etched into his expression before he turned back towards Robbie. “You have to go, Robbie.”

“You said it could be both of us,” Robbie muttered. Coulson at least had the decency to look apologetic.

“Actually, you said that. I just figured you weren’t going to come with me unless I agreed.” 

“You’re an asshole.” The shouting grew closer. The door squeaked, opening on its own, and Robbie knew that must mean something but he couldn’t pull himself from his grief long enough to consider it. The door was glowing orange, flickering like one of the Rider’s portals, and all Robbie could do was look from Coulson to the goddamn ticket in his hand. 

“Yeah,” Coulson agreed, “I get that a lot. Robbie…”

“I’m not going,” Robbie said, sounding almost like Gabe stubbornly refusing to do his homework until Robbie relinquished the controller to the gaming console. “You stay, I stay, güey.”

Coulson’s expression turned utterly apologetic. “You don’t have much of a choice,” he replied, and Robbie realized what was about to happen just a fraction of a second before it did. A hand on his chest, shoving him backwards. A grip on the back of his neck, pulling him in. He windmilled his arms, tried desperately to stop it, but gravity worked against him and sent him stumbling back through the door.

There was a slamming force and his eyes shut against a concussive impact. There was heat, there were flames, there were voices. When he opened his eyes, it was to the familiar sight of flames burning all around him, a familiar feeling of being aware but not in control, the familiar presence of the Rider greeting him in a way that was almost pleased. There was a fight going on, he could see it. He was in the thick of it. The door was gone. Coulson was gone. And Robbie was painfully, infuriatingly alive.

On the other side of that closed door, Coulson heaved a heavy sigh. The daisies wilted, the door disappeared, and Phil Coulson began to fade.

There was a rumor in Hell, one everyone learned about quickly. If you rid Hell of the person who’d put you there, you got your out. You got to move on to the next world, the one no one knew anything about, the one everyone hoped was better. It was a world Coulson would find for himself, one way or another.

A group of damned souls stumbled into an open field. There was no one there, no door, no flowers. On the ground, a crumpled ticket with two holes punched out.

The world was quiet.

#self para tag tbd #p: destined to burn #hell tw #death tw #violence tw

[aggresivelyfriendly]

Writing has been slow going, but I have something. I edited it, so expect mistakes. Take this as a balm if you didn’t get tickets or a celebration if you did!

This one is canon, assume the crossover with APOL didn’t happen. This went somewhere I didn’t expect, but the muse does what it wants, like Harry.

Tryst- Chapter 9-Cancun

The air felt close and thick, like the vapor issued from a screaming kettle, and Helene was glad, not just because her skin laid tight across her bones from the flight, but also because she knew she'd had sweat on her hairline and her palms for much longer than the taxi ride over. Probably from when she got the call from Harry.

It had been ages since they had each other. Which was good? Helene kept reminding herself. It supported her self imposed finished to their trust. This trip was nerve racking because it was for weeks. She'd have to keep her feelings locked up and her pants buttoned for longer than long. It would be hard. They'd not been together for this amount of days, in over a year. They had them a long hot weekend thanks to Gucci, but really, since tour ended, they ended, it's been little sips of his image through a tiny straw. She can't take him up the thin vein, he's too much. And when she had buried herself in his image on drives and on computers to take giant gulps, it felt desperate, so she had stopped. She had no reason to be looking at those, there were new images to edit. New jobs she had taken on, and new clientS to focus on, Better clients. She had Harry to tank for her higher profile.

Her focus, through her lens, was on point. It was her mental focus that wandered. To the drives she had buried with memories.

She did not look at those.

Well, that one night, after the very unsatisfying date with the gentlemen who absolutely did not look like Harry. Especially after he took his clothes off. She looked then.

Even that moment of weakness seemed forever ago. Time past notwithstanding, she would be spending weeks with him. A week in Mexico and one in Scotland. Helene was nervous about her feelings but her stomach was in knots over Harry's. Would he mirror the weather in each place with his ever changing moods and signals? A sultry embrace in one before a bracing chill closer to his own home?

Doubtful, he was a welcoming happy soul. He'd be happy to see them all. He loved his team, his employees.

She was, above all, his employee, though he blurred the lines so effectively with all of them, even the ones he hadn't fucked to within an inch of sanity, that she also was a friend, at the least. They were all the best of friends, separated by distance, and time, and Worse full schedules. His especially.

She was pretty sure she was the only one on the fucking list. Though she wondered about Mitch, always. But he was happily ensconced with sarah, and Helene was trying to let go of jealousy in her life. So she only used Mitch and Harry as fodder. To get her there, What ever it takes.

But now she was here. In this resort place. It was a curious choice for Harry, very touristy so far.

Nonetheless, She loved the colors, the water was teal out of the rolled down window of the hire car that had been waiting for her. She hoped there would be time for sea bathing and a margarita on the beach. He was usually good about building in down time for the crew. She could see herself relaxing, far away from him. Right under a palm tree. Those were a gray brown at the base and green green at the tops. They'd provide just enough shade. She still tanned, though she knew she outheten not to. Liked the bronze on her skin against the bright of her hair. She'd give it up at 40, she promised herself.

But Harry had traced the lines up the middle of her ass cheek with his tongue once. So, she wouldn't stop. Not yet. Not when that tongue was nearby.

                                    🌴 🌴 🌴

Helene stepped out of the cab and saluted the driver. It was on H's tab, so there would be no awkward pause to pay the cabbie. All expenses paid, that was a perk, she should embrace it. It smarted, like a poorly placed slap on the ass.

She decided to pretend she was a kept woman rather than an employee. That felt more fun, pretending she was here on a tropical rendezvous, not a business trip with a lovely boss.

Just slight shades of meaning, they were the same thing. She knew it. And a kept woman would probably not go so long without seeing her patron.

Harry was certainly her patron. She'd done well before him, but her career has exploded with the name association.

Her life had exploded. Her heart. She was still stitching it back together. This trip was going to test its elasticity.

She had moved on, dammit. And she was sure that Harry had too, in his way. After him and Camille and well, he was so sad when she really moved on. He must have thought after tour...... but good ones don't wait.

What did that say about her?

The lobby was aggressively air conditioned. Helene was pulling her sweater out and trying to get her arm in when suddenly, the fabric was pulled away and untangled for her to slip over her shoulders.

She could smell him over her shoulder, long before she saw his face. Her body always recognized him long before she lay eyes. Her skin hummed just under its petite surface, she felt it most in the bends of her elbows, knees, where her thighs became her hips. Where the blood rushed and you could track it. Her hairline always felt tighter too, Helene found her self tidying her hair when he was close enough to smell. And her breath, it came short, even before she smelt him.

And that's when it hadn't been ages, or a time more extended than she liked, lengthened by longing.

Helene drew in a breath and closed her lids. Time for her professional face. She'd need to gauge him today. What will she be working with these next few weeks? The flirt, the obsessed artist, boss man, lover.

"Hi Helene!" He's got his arms wide. Well, friend to start. Torture.

Jesus, did he always have to look like that? It's totally unfair to other humans on the planet, herself especially included. And any man after him. She'd learned that the hard way.

Helene felt her body overruling her mind and the smell, not any different than the one he'd always had in rotation, despite their last working endeavor, envelops her with his arms. It's like the smell of her apartment on her first bath back, redolent of home.

He smelt the same, but felt different. Harder, the notch where her nose always ended up isn't as cuddly as normal, the push of his skin back onto her more robust, less a bounce. She catalogued the physical changes when she looked up from her place, his height ordering a step back. He's in a tank and shorts with a button up, wildly patterned shirt over it.  Same clothes, new body.

Ah, that's why he felt different. He looked different. She remembered when she realized his ass was growing on tour, probably in Spain when his bespoke pants split. The pants had not changed dimension, he had. Everyone was laughing about it, but Harry was smug. "That's work" and he's looked over his shoulder and nodded his chin at his own growing booty. She'd had a feel or two, it was all muscle. She started tracking progress, each time they fell into bed at irregular intervals.

She thought she was discreet, until the time he asked, "how's it growing?" And bounced his eyebrows like a naughty school boy. She bet he was one, he put it on so easily. Ass.

Now he'd apparently turned his attention to his chest. His torso, if the lines under his a shirt were anything to go by, had expanded and become more michealangelo's David to raphael's.

This week was either going to be paradise or hades. Both likely.

"Hey Tiny!" He didn't call her that. Not when they were alone. It made her feel decidedly like a kid sister, despite his being her junior.

Purgatory?

"Hey boss." She looked up and willed the smile to reach her eyes.

"Heeeeey!" He stuck out his still entirely too suckable bottom lip. "Since when do you call me boss?"

Since before she fucked him and again in her head when she decided to stop. Instead she just shrugged.

"Don't like it." He looked around quickly, and leaned in and whispered. "You've seen me naked."

Oh! The flirt was back. "Everyone's seen you naked." She giggled and held in her snort at her own weakness.

"Well, yeah, and that number is about to grow." She wasn't sure what that meant and didn't have time to contemplate it. He leaned in close again. And they were all alone in the hotel lobby full of green plants and big earred ferns. "But I've seen you naked too, and I know how you taste." He let his voice drop and stood up with his smug face. His dimple pressed in when he got a look at her face.

She must have looked suitably flushed to entertain him.

"Anyway," he continued like her pupils weren't blown and she didn't need new lingerie. "I think everybody is going to lunch, Jeffrey's the only one not here yet. We were just waiting on you! Tequila?"

He was really not playing fair. This was over, she was over him. She had the relationship, rebound, under her belt to prove it. He was a menace. But she was French, still, always, so she schooled her face and feigned amused disinterest, and nodded.

"I'll need to freshen up, long flight. I can meet everybody."

"We'll wait."

"Oh no, I can't allow that."

"Then I'll wait." She was already moving to the desk, Harry by her side moved along check in.

He also rode the elevator up with her, and she was fully amused when he'd insisted on carrying her bags. She knew she liked Anne.

Helene gave him a stare when he followed her in the room and through the suite to drop her bags in the bed chamber.  And then he made himself comfortable.

Helene canted her head at him and rose her brow.

"What?"

"Do you not have a luncheon to host?"

"Well, I'm the boss, as you said, and I want you there. I'm afraid if I leave you will pass out, I'd like your company, and I'll miss looking at you."

"I need a shower Harry." She tried to excuse him without having to kick him out.

"So shower." He smiled. Waved his hand in front of his nose. "Please! And I'll just hang here and check email and try not to think of you naked so I won't barge in there and delay us."

He was too much. Very presumptuous. Indelibly sexy. The little tease. "Ya know, for the poster boy of nice, you are rude." She came to stand by him and find something fresh to wear and her toilette bag. Her hip was really close to him, and he shifted so his forearm pressed to her waist. It was not a big movement, but hard to miss the heat coming off his arm into her body. The air conditioning in her room was lackluster compared to the lobby.

She looked at him and screwed her finger to her temple before she headed for the shower, ignored his flirt. He chuckled, but stopped her intently. Harry placed his hands on hers, where they were full of clothes.

"I'm happy to see you. I've missed your tiny face." He calf blinked. Then grinned. "Now hurry up! I'm hungry."

She was starved, had just been reminded of all the meals she'd been missing. Her facade stayed false though, "then go, eat." She laughed and went to shower.

Harry had said he was going to think of her naked, and restrain himself, but him being in her room was just the same. The shower steamed up the mirrors, or maybe she was doing that job. She wasn't sure she had time for what she needed, to wash and relieve. Helene settled for a PTA and moved her hand between her legs. Used the quickest most efficient motions she knew, that 1-2-3 punch combo to orgasm, took one hand away to bite her thumb, at herself apparently, to staunch her moan.

He couldn't know.

She couldn't be sure he wouldn't barge in, she wouldn't receive him, or that she wouldn't be entirely embarrassed and have to act haughty before faking the flu and hiding out in her room, or hopping a flight back to Paris.

Were they never going to recover from this insincere intimacy? His mixed signals were crazy, made her crazy.

Maybe the intimacy wasn't insincere, just impermanent or situational?

Her shower routine had seen such little change in so long she completed her washing up with little thought. Her distraction was certainly situational, if she was anywhere near harry styles it seemed.

Her hair combed through easily, and she pulled on the panties and the light dress she'd planned for, with her sandals. She was a light packer from being on the road for years. Nearly everything was interchangeable and coordinated. She could just as easily wear her trainers, but she went with the sandals because of her pedicure. Nails, we always have nails, she had to keep up with the Styles, so she'd booked herself into the spa the day before the trips, despite the tight tight schedule.

She slipped the panties over her thighs and was glad she'd shaved her inner thigh creases the day before when she fixed the elastic. The lingerie was a good choice, there was a definite breeze in Cancun, she didn't want everyone to catch sight of her rounded ass, maybe just her boss.

She almost slipped them off.

Instead, she opened the door and he was reclined on the bed.

"You are so slow."

Helene didn't deign that with an audible response, just lowered her brow and screwed up her lips at him and gathered her things.

"Efforts worth it." He said as he passed her and headed for the door. Pfft, she filled her red cheeks and followed him out.

Company, other people, maybe that would kill his damn flirty nature.

But it did not, not really. He wasn't over the top. He sat on his side of the car, didn't pull her close or sit in the middle.

His knee knocked against hers and remained when he teased her about bringing her camera. Of course she brought her camera. She was his photographer, one of them, the primary.

Then, at the restaurant, he made her take a shot with him immediately, to catch up with everybody he claimed. They pulled up to the bar after a quick round of hello, then his arm around her wrist other about her shoulder, a salsa walk to the bar. He caught her hand again and licked where her pulse was already coming quick before she had recovered from his hips against hers. She had to grab the bar to stready herself, she'd blame it on him pulling her quickly if he asked. He didn't, just rose his eyebrows, and sprayed her arm with salt, then his own, which he licked while maintaining eye contact with her. Put a lime into the small gape she didn't notice her lips had, the longer caress on her fleshy bottom lip barely noticeable, then licked her wrist, shot his casamigos, and quickly, so quickly you couldn't call it a kiss, took the lime off her.

She didn't reciprocate in total, though like his salty skin, swallowed her shot to quell the burning in her throat and belly, replaced it with a more nameable burn, but she pulled his lime free with a pinch of her thumb and forefinger.

He grinned and winked, grabbed the bartenders attention along with her hand, "two grandes por favor." Least his French accent was a bit better than his Spanish. Though, She'd teased him after hearing the audio for Gucci's odeur and tried to work on his tongue in bed, it wasn't great either. English tongues were clagey. Had he not proven her wrong, she'd doubt their ability to move pleasurably.

He'd shown her after a bit that his tongue spoke perfect French in other attitudes. It was certainly her language, they'd agreed after seven lessons straight.

Maybe he felt nostalgic as she did for days spent in bed and nights spent awake. Helene watched him walk into the group, giving arm less hugs since his hands were full of drinks. His face in the curve of a neck, like they were having a reunion, not on a job.

The magic of Harry. She was ready for a personal reunion. She'd follow him to his room after this get together and remain there.  There was no denying it, him.

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By the third day of the shoot, Helene assumes nostalgia, shared or lonely, was the feeling she'd leave Mexico with. Like tequila or the lime soup she knew she'd crave when she left.

That lingering want that outlived the availability of something. She wondered what language had a word that captured that feeling exactly. None of the ones she knew.

Nostalgia. Mexico echoed with those things she had once, but not anymore.

They'd been in a downtown area, bars on all the once brightly painted houses' windows. Streets cleared and Harry being run down in his designer clothes or riding on the backs of motorcycles without any protective gear.

His skin, she worried about his skin. A friend had some horrible road rash once, and Helene felt it would be a pity if that happened on Harry's perfect chest, or arms, or god forbid, his face.

His damned untouchable, untouched face.

The flirting had slowed dramatically, and they'd resumed their usual dynamic. Meaning she watched him down her lens and captured moments, but not his attention. His attention was usually consumed by whatever they were doing. He was busy, he was the star. He was not all over her since the day she arrived.

She'd given herself a pep talk this morning when she'd woken up from a dream, or a memory, and needed to slide her hand down her own belly to quell the tension before the sun was even fully up. It went something like-"he is your boss, your patron, before anything else. Don't pay attention to his flirtations, or lack thereof." That's what was hurting now, after that first day if she was honest. "He can't help himself. Just remember that other aspect of your relationship fondly and move on." Her French sounded just like her mother's when she gave herself talkings to.

It was easier said in the mirror than done. Mostly because many times, the way she framed him, the camera was an extension of her eye, her hand, her want. She wondered if that's why her pictures resonated with his fans. They were in the same boat.

When she arrived at the beach for the night shoot, she knew immediately she was in for it.  There was music playing, lights up around a square of sound, and a collection of beautiful, scantily clad people.

Harry like his secrets, so Helene usually found herself in moments unprepared, off guard. They just happened for her a bit before the people she made photos for. She had heard snippets of the song though, in the house sets. But, since this was being shot non sequentially, she hadn't a clue what this video was about. Even what the track was concerning was a mystery.

The mists cleared and turned into a knot beneath her navel and in her throat when Harry joined the throng.

He was also scantily clad. Which wasn't to uncommon a sight, not for the crew. In the bowels of the arena, he was likely to be in basketball shorts, and little else, sometimes just boxers. This was decidedly different. The other people here were also naked, they were dancing, and everybody was oiled, them misted.

Harry was off to the side being oiled up, and she was ready to spray the mist right into her own mouth. Did she have a mister? Could she join whatever the hell was about to happen here? It looked like a beach rave in the Greek isles she'd gone to at 20.

That was a good night. She barely remembered who she went home with. But it was more than one person. It was a one off, with the couple? She thought it was a couple. But it was a sweet filthy memory.

Helene knew this was clinical, were shoots like this, but as she watched Harry get rubbed down and misted as he casually chatted with the bespeckled lady working on him, them both laughing like every tattoo he had, almost, wasnt showing, Helene thought she may need a medic. And a job application, she was in the wrong part of the entourage.

It only got worse when Harry let himself be literally pulled into the throng. Then the next several hours was spent watching beautiful people, beautiful Harry, writhe. At first she'd been concerned he'd be uncomfortable, but he looked right at home, and happy between takes, with his silly finger gun dancing and half moon dimples pressed to mirror the shape in the sky.

She watched it, and tried to detach through her lens. Though that was not her strong suit as a artist. She never was truly remote to her subject. And she was all bound up with Harry.

When the delicious torture was all over Helene was disassociating off to the side pretending to scan through her pictures.

She should not be this turned on. Jesus, it was technical, stand here so we can only see sparrows up and such, feign a kiss, but no touching. Like a lap dance for the young woman at her own personal 9-5. It wasn't sensuous, it was work. But all that flesh. All Harry's flesh.

She loved his skin. And the lights and the beautiful people. The bald girl who's been near him a good deal was particularly compelling. They had palpable chemistry. Helene was surprised she was excited by it, not frustrated or jealous.

A little jealous, or was it envy?

Helene guessed she should be getting shots. Had she caught her breath enough? She figured the answer was yes, until she looked up and realized that Harry had a bottle, bottles, of tequila, the amazing Mexican tequila they'd shot the other day, out, and he was pouring.

And he was handing out shots and hugs. The fake rave was turning into a real party.  A shot came across her hand. And she shook her head and kept shooting. She got some gems.

She loved the dancing in the video, but it was essentially choreographed writhing. This was something so much better.

Harry was still shirtless, but he had his personal space and he was doing stomp steps and his hands were flapping. And he was more adorable than the goofy smiles he'd given during the shoot to lighten the mood and the exhaustion everyone was feeling.  She shot everybody, but, as always, most pictures were of Harry.

She resolved tonight would not be all about Harry. If she couldn't fuck Harry, then fuck Harry.

Helene was chatting with the tall black guy with the mustache who'd caught Harry's eye at one point, he was pouring drinks and Helene was thinking how height was intoxicating, when Harry turned up.

"Pour me one?" He grinned at Xavier. Helene was glad she hadn't had any yet. She had plans for Xavier, but two more shots and she'd toss them into the waves to spend time with Harry.

Helene coughed over the shot she took, and Harry helpfully brought a lime wedge to her mouth. Less helpfully, his finger tastes like coconut oil. He tasted like a party.

Xavier said something, but all Helene could hear was the break of the wave hitting the shore behind her and within her.

"Excuse-moi." She slid away to the side, behind Xavier. He was big and his body hid her, so she didn't have to make eye contact with Harry. She held the sides of his shirtless waist, and her nose smelled coconut oil on him as well. Strangely, it was sobering compared to the slick on her tongue, the tang, left by her boss. She heard Harry's laugh as she walked away and her legs moved faster, walking on beat towards the side to drop her camera, and dance.

She'd dance this off. Dance it out.

This had seemed like a great idea, with the tequila addling her brain and filling her fallow belly. She carefully put her equipment in its bag, and left it in an obvious location and repeated it to her self, so she'd be able to find it on her way out.

The second shot burned less, but warmed more. It loosened the knot below her belly button and her spine. The song on was a Latin beat, her favorite. She hoped to remember it, but she didn't know the singer. She'd Shazamed it for later, she needed this song in her ear, it was in her veins now. She'd hoop to it.

Her hips shimmied side to side and front to back. She was laughing and holding hands with a brunette beauty for a bit. The girl led her through a proficient salsa. "Pardon!" She giggled when her barefoot slid off the top of her partners big toe.

"Oof," came out next from somebody bumping into her. The makeshift dance floor, really patch of sand had become more crowded as the tequila took effect. Helene wasnt surprised, she and Gabi were taking up more room than necessary, mostly because they didn't have their pelvises pressed together.

This became much more obvious when the bump showed itself to be much more intentional. There was more than a pelvis, and it was pressed to her bum. The impression was familiar. The smell of the man dancing on her was not though.

"You smell funny." She slurred and looked over her shoulder and up the bare chest to his face. He was looking down at her and his red nose fairly glowed, like a cartoon reindeer on a misty night.

"Aloe Vera." He glanced the top of his pointer finger off his nose then his shoulder. "Jane got me before the oil, and then again when I was trying to get everybody in a party spirit."

"Ah!" Well, he was less lickable then, she took as a positive. Until he turned her toward him, away from Gabi, who had moved on to a more focused partner while Harry was distracting her.

He was still lickable.

Her hips fell into the rhythm he was creating, like they'd done this before. And they Had, she supposed, just in a more horizontal attitude. She loved to bat herself about to his beat. She shook her head, bad thoughts away. "How did you get so burnt? You wear sunscreen no?"

He scratched the back of his neck. Ah, this was a confession. "I was trying out a new face cream, for a friend. I just assumed it had sunscreen, ya know." He shrugged.

"All from one day?"

Oh no, it took a bit. The first two."

"So that explains your face, what about your shoulders."

"I got carried away in a scene, decided it would be better with less... coverage." he scanned her in her summer dress. "Like most things." He bit his lip.

Helene felt her eyes roll, she'd been around Americans a lot apparently.

"Do you feel overdressed?"

"What?"

"Well everybody else is in their pants!" His shrug was almost Gallic.

"Well, I have a little burn myself."

"Did you forget sun lotion too."

"No, the mexican sun is strong as the tequila." She laughed at his giggle. "But, my pants and bra, were lace, not good on a sunburn." She shrugged, watched his eyes narrow them widen while he checked her out, then turned, rolled her body over his semi and walked to get more tequila.

He predictably followed her. "M. Panbrum," he whispered in her hair above her ear, "are you implying you aren't wearing any undergarments."

Helene gave him a half smile and took a shot, without offering him one.

The movement of his Adam's apple up and down his throat in response was a better burn than shot number three. Perhaps she was getting immune? Or was tipsy already. "Qui!" She stepped toward the dance floor, and was surprised it was more empty than it had been before. The party seemed to be winding down. She'd missed the climax.

"Let's go back." He pressed close to her, she could feel his nipples through her dress on the top of her shoulders. She felt him rub over her hip, then slightly higher, then down the crack of her ass. She appreciated the thorough search, but the lace and elastic had been insufferable this morning, so she'd opted out.

Would she opt out now?

Helene looked at Harry. Shirtless, sweaty, oiled and veraed Harry. "Why?"

"Um..." he blinked, faster than she had ever seen him blink. "What'd ya mean why?"

"I mean, why would I go back with you?" It felt like an honest question, one she was maybe asking years to late.

"Well..." he stuttered, and scratched the back of his neck, his giggle trilled nervously. His cheeks pinked. She couldn't believe her audacity either. "I just, well, before, and well," he blinked, slower this time. "Do you not, did we not?" He looked up then, and his face cleared a little bit. "Did you not have good time." He looked vulnerable, sad, at the notion.

"That's not how I would put it." She sighed. She was tired suddenly, and maybe drunk.

"Did I?"he looked at her close, then down to the sound. She almost didn't hear the words. "Have I hurt you, Helene?"

Unexpectedly, her eyes welled up. She would have been embarrassed or managed the feelings that wanted to spill down her face, but she couldn't when she realized he was tearing up to. This was not a conversation for the beach. This was a conversation for windy wet Scotland, not Mexico.

"Let's talk at the hotel. I'll take another car, so I can." She fanned her face, gave him a look.

He agreed, and had somebody getting transport together within minutes.

Helene was astounded. She'd known, or should have known he would expect them to pick up where they left off, she'd not told him it was the last time, last time. They didn't talk about it, they'd never talked about it. Just their desire was spoken and then acted on.

Her car left first, as Harry had more goodbyes to make. Helene beat him back to the hotel and had time to worry, agonize, and worst of all, hope. He'd been moved.

Did it mean anything? Or was it just his kind heart.

She was just about to lock the chain, put out the lights, and open the mini bar when her phone dinged followed by a quiet knock.

That was faster than she expected. He'd skirted rudeness, she assumed, to get here so soon.

"Helene," he immediately started talking when she opened the door and he walked in like he was much taller than her remembered, the way he looked taller on stage, the inches added by purpose.

She couldn't. Her hand went up, all red and geometric. "Want a drink?" She interrupted.

The tension didn't leave his shoulders, but the shiver moved down his arms and he sat. "No, not really."

"I'd like to have one with you." She needed a bracer, they needed to brace.

"Ok." He watched her make it. She could feel his eyes and loaded tongue. She was amazed really.

She poured the wine. She wanted tequila, but they weren't getting naked immediately, so, it seemed the wrong spirit. Her spirit trembled. Sh handed him his goblet and tapped hers tO the rim of his and gulped hoping one intoxication was better than the other.

"So, I like the song. I can't wait to hear all of it, not snippets. And the video, well, it'll cause a stir." She smirked.

"Um, yeah. Like, that's the hope. I'm just at kinda tired, of like, covering up."

"Physically to metaphorically."

"Both."

"Yeah, I could see that. Good for you harry!" She tried for a smile.

The varnish on it faded when she looked up. His hand on hers was like sandpaper. "I'm tired of not, not saying things. Helene.—"

"Harry, I'm not sure I'm ready."

"You were nearly crying at the beach? Helene. I think I'm not ready." He sighed. "I thought. Well, we always.....were you not having a good time?"

She laughed, it wasn't nervous, more a burst of emotion. "Harry, I think it was clear that I had a good time. You could feel that, no?" She pouted her lips on no. God she wished she had kept it together. Then she could be sleeping or...

He smiled, though it didn't crinkle his eyes. He pushed out a breath that a liar would describe as a chuckle. "Yes, In the moment. But what about after."

"Well the moment tended to last all night, so" her thumb cascades over his knuckles, rubbing between.

"Stop trying to distract me!" He spoke swiftly. ""Helene, what about after? The next morning, or on the ride home."

"Damn, she forget occasionally that he is perceptive, when he chooses to look, or maybe sensitive was a better word. It usually hit on the plane home, when the sore thighs and raw lips weren't happy mementos but badges of abandonment.

She sighed. She may as well get this over with. She'd been afraid of his disinterest, or solely physical interest. She'd assumed it though, so there was that. The confirmation couldn't hurt worse than the rumination. "After," she moved her shoulders as effortlessly as she could push through. "After, I remembered a good time."

"And you felt?" He touched her jaw, so she couldn't slide her gaze away.

"I felt, like I should be more than a memory."

"But you are, Helene, we are friends." At that she dropped his hands.

"No, I'm your employee!" she said while she stood up, her wine upended and she excused herself to get a towel.

"My employee?" He followed her into the bathroom.

"Fine, then you're my patron, and the sex was part of my fealty." She stomped back out to sop up the wine.

"Helene, stop, what are you saying? That you felt like if you didn't sleep with me I'd fire you, because that's rubbish. You aren't my like, artist project, or my employee. You're more than that."

"I'm both those things. And your next door lover when you are lonely, or alone, or horny. But, in all cases, I serve you." She could feel the tears on her face. Kept it pointed down like a arrow tip.

Harry knelt down with her, her hands trapped by his knees over where she had been pressing the white towel hand onto the rug frantically trying to get the red hue to absorb into the towel, to clean up this mess she didn't mean to make.

This was all wrong. They were supposed to be easy. They could be flirting and fucking. She knew she had feelings years ago my now. Had nursed them, and then weaned herself. Feelings were unfortunate; they held you up. Here she was crying when she could be touching him, letting him touch her. Helene had come to the end of her fraying feelings. She'd snapped some time ago, she just hadn't told him.

Harry pulled her hands up, held them against her miniature struggle. "Please look at me Helene."

And then he waited, until she could. Helene pushed against the wine weakly while she willed her eyes to dry

When her eyes finally connected to his, she saw the gleam he got, when he was overtaken. He was the only man she knew who let that happen often without embarrassed words and trips to the bathroom.  That may have been the first string she pulled, maybe even before their first sleep over, before Bologna. His wet eyes and softness before his hard body. Helene had liked him for his heart. She'd liked him all along.

It was why she waited as long as she did to say no more.  One of the reasons. She should have said it out loud so they wouldn't be frantically cleaning wine out of a carpet on a Thursday night in Mexico before they got trapped in a tin can high in the sky.

She loved his vulnerability. And the way his eyes looked in photos when they glistened. She loved his face in photos almost more.

Like now. But, She'd never caught a tear on his cheek.

She didn't have a camera now. She'd have to actually be in this moment, not capture it. He let her bring her hand to his face to trace the tear back to its origin.

"Helene," he swallowed. "How long have you felt like this? Like I, um" definitely didn't needed a lens. "Like I used you, or whatever." He used her thumb to dash his other tear.

She shrugged. She didn't have a good answer to that question. Maybe always, maybe only right now.

"I'm not sure I knew I felt that way."

"But you do feel that?" He pressed his forehead to hers. "That and Um," he hiccuped, "you didn't have a choice because you work for me."

She shook her head there. "No, that I don't feel. I was just angry." She was a cornered animal, striking out. Not that she felt, less forced, she could absolve him a bit.

"Thank Christ." His eyes closed and she was thinking how altogether pleasant his symmetry was. No, she did it because she wanted him. Even now, with his heartbreakers face and broken heart.

"I like being with you, I chose to be. But I think it hurt me, that you." She swallowed, her own tears clogging her throat and pressing down the sides of her nose. "That you are fine with having me for a small time here and there,  but not everyday."

"I never knew having you everyday was an option." He pulled back and looked at her, his focus shifting from one eyeball to the other. "Is it an option? Everyday?"

Helene filled her cheeks at that. How did she not have an answer? "Do you want it to be an option." Oh, yeah, the gaping fear of rejection inside her.

"Helene," he tsk'd. "I think we got started at a weird time, but, you never." He chuckled. "You never said. But neither did I. I really thought I'd gotten better at this." The wry grin brought a wet smile to her own. "It will be complicated." He tilted his head, and his lips gentled about his teeth.

"Will be?"

"For us to be together. With tour. And my traveling, and your other gigs. But, I wouldn't mind. Plus the rest, you know." He flipped his hand sideways, like the judgements of a million or more fangirls were nothing. "But I wouldn't mind." he shrugged and gave her a boyish smile. "Having you for more mornings."

"Wouldn't mind?" That wasn't enough.

"No." He held both hands. She'd dropped the towel and missed it. "I'd be lucky to have you to wake up to. And go to bed with. And to cook for. And pick hooping songs with. And watch those documentaries you like." They laughed. The last time when they'd been to fucked out to touch each other, he'd nodded off three times when she convinced him to watch one, she'd tried to keep him awake. He'd have liked it, she was sure. "But it'll be complicated. You know, they love you now..."

"It would be an honor, and a pleasure," she winked her eyebrows up and emphasized the word. "To see you at home. Yours and mine, and watch those old movies you like. And listen to whatever album you love over and over for two weeks exclusively. And eat the food you like." She was not committing to cooking, no matter if she was committed to him.

"So?"

"So." She nodded and kissed him with the salt on their lips. And their tongues, chins, and collarbones.

His neck tasted of aloe and coconut oil and after she'd discovered the scent and flavor went well below his collar, down to the nipple she was trying to play, it occurred to her that it probably went everywhere. Essentially.

"Does all of you have the spray on?" She didn't like it, it tasted wrong. Like her new first time with him was with somebody new. She didn't want anybody new.

"All but where the trunks covered." He slid his whole hand, fingers splayed, into her hair, and canted her head back to take her mouth. "Blah. That's gross."

"Merci!" She countered.

"Not you, that taste is from me." He wiped his tongue on his Hawaiian shirt tail.

"We should shower."

"Yeah." He pulled her behind him, and was messing with the knobs a moment later. Her fingers found the last few clinging buttons on his Hawaiian shirt from behind. He did love to dress to the occasion. She loved their height difference, the way the curve of his ass stopped at the tips of her hips bones. She cascaded her nose from one scapula point to the other.

"You're distracting me." He whined.

"Mmmhmmm." She confirmed. His pants, the joggers he'd slipped on over his briefs from the shoot, fell easily once she pulled the elastic side. His trunks she had to push down.

"This is backwards. Usually you're naked and I'm dressed." She liked the humor in his voice.

"This way is better." She wrapped a hand around him.

"Well," he turned around without upsetting her grip, looked between them to his rising pride and her clothed form and smirked. "It has its perks!" Then she was off her feet.

"You fucker!" She squealed. At least the water soaking into her clothes was warm. "Harry!" She squealed and laughed when he lifted her up to press her back to the side of the shower. Her clothes were already soaked to her and getting them off was a chore.

Wearing them drenched was worse. And the cling wasn't the only reason. She needed to be free, like she felt with him. And now, she imagined more so, without comfortably silent feelings.

Harry was adept at getting wet clothes off, or dresses off, she'd seen. The panties rolled up as they came off, but she felt even more weightless than any other interlude they'd had when he hoisted her up to get them to fall off her feet.

"Stop laughing!" He giggled. "I keep clacking my teeth against yours. I'm trying to kiss you."

"You have to stop laughing too. My teeth are hitting yours for a reason."

"I can think of something that's fun!" He raised his eyes brows and lowered his hand. "Yet quiets giggles."

"No!" She shook her head and squirmed, though a moan escaped despite her when his finger hooked along her anterior wall, found that spot. "Non! I hate shower sex!" She licked his neck. "And you still taste horrible."

"You hate shower sex?" He boggled and it gave him a double chin. The rub was he was still attractive, with three folds beneath his cleft and all.

"It takes all the wetness away."

He moved his fingers and raised an eyebrow at the squelch.

"That's water. It's not the same!" She pouted her lips a bit.

"Well, what do you suggest instead of sex?" He looked hard to impress.

Helene reached for a cloth and the bergamot orange body wash and Sudsed up. "I'll wash you."

He rolled his eyes, but certainly didn't stop her.

The flannel glanced over his smooth skin with Helene's hand pausing over the good bits, the ones that made him shiver. Her mouth chased the cleansing cloth, her teeth and tongue too.

She cleaned where he had been covered as well. Just for fun and so she could taste him.

He toweled her off. Then picked her up, like she loved, and carried her to the bed.

Her back hit the bed, and the comforter exhaled around her. She wasn't able to catch her breath when he coasted his long body over her. She'd always loved how they fit together, at all the essential points, despite their height difference.

Like their mouths. He was still the best kiss of her life. He gave himself over to it, like he did to the audience onstage. His mouth communicating what his voice often didn't express. His tongue was lithe, and flit around and caressed her tongue so well she always felt it everywhere. Between her lips, between her legs, and especially in her heart. She'd always tuned out, sure it was miscommunication. It spoke of of his feelings, enlivened hers. Today, she listened to him. To his investment, and abandon. The way he followed her lead and listened to her moans. That he used tongue only after deep lip locks, and licked into her mouth like closing an envelope. Sealed them together. It would take a rip to rend them apart.

Except it didn't. His cascade down her body, usually hurried and hungry, was smooth and sharp, like a letter opener gently applied. She was open, and full of words. Mostly Harry and please. He unlocked her further, she was pretty sure the word love passed her lips, at least lover, when he found her sensitive nipples, and impressions between her lips, and mouthed over her hip bones to the divots where her thighs connected to her pelvis.

"Harry!" She pushed up on her elbows.

"Shhhh!" He popped a dimple and she wanted to be annoyed. He was annoying, but so cute, and lovely, and maybe hers, that she lay back. He pulled her down the covers, the slide of her body audible, and set her feet as close to the ground as they reached, then cuddled into her thighs before easing them open. The bed was high, but he must have measured, or gotten very lucky, because he only had to pull her forward to get his Mouth on her from his knees, open his mouth, extend his tongue.

The first lap, from tail to top was wonderful, especially because Helene had to finally yank his hair almost from his head to get him to stop biting her thighs and kissing her honeymoon muscles, sucking them. The first taste, to where she swelled, was such a relief, she cried.

"Harry! Now." She'd sat up to give the command. He smirked, and before she might have been made to wait, but instead he nodded and danced his hand up her torso to lay her back. His finger lingered on the peak of her breast. That was lovely, remarkable even, but she nearly forgot, would have, with the sensation of his tongue licking into her hole and up until it flicked over the hood at the end top of her clit. The tiny suck to where her lips met was new. She tried to enjoy it rather than think about its origins. Several rounds of this, a swirl around her center, before gentle suction entwined with tongue strokes had her crazy.

He was so good at giving head. Was it just that mouth? Or the expectation of that mouth that he'd risen too.

Her temperature, heart rate, respiration rose too. Her voice filled the room. "Fuck, je jouis!" Her back came clean of the bed and her legs would have clamped Harry's head had he not caught them. He held them open through the "arret, please stop, arret!" Through the second orgasm and the lazy slide of his tongue through the creamy ooze. He slinked up her body where she had two hands in her hair.

"I'm gonna get a condom." He kissed her with all her flavors between his lips and she waited for the shakes to stop. She thought he was gone but a minute, it felt like hours. She missed him, so she hoisted herself up to get to him.

Helene's mouth around him got Harry back to full steam, and the heavy hang to his left, just like she liked it, wet her appetite anew. Her strokes over him and the play of his foreskin made him pull her off with a gentle tug of her hair.

"I'll come." He chided.

"Hmmmm." That was not a night ender, but the delay wasn't favorable to either of them. Helene watched him slide the skin over himself. She slid up the bed so the pillows pushed her shoulder and neck up. She wanted him close in on her, get all their relevant points touching. She wanted to feel his mouth and see his eyes, the whole way through.

For a moment, just a moment, she worried she would not get her way. The concern intensified when he stopped and stared.

"What?" She notched her nose next to his. Why'd you stop.

"Just trying to capture the moment." He slid up the bed between her thighs, wrapping one around his own leg, and sliding two fingers through her wetness and inside to spread her around.

"Should take a picture. I've heard they last longer."

"No, memories can't be destroyed. Pictures can. I'll just stop, take you in."  She could feel him, blunt and insistent at her entrance. "Especially as you take me in." Their exhales met in the inches between their mouths, maybe the repelling force was why Helene's head pushed back into the pillow. She felt her chin hit his nose. Imagined he had to move his head out of the way, couldn't know for sure. Her eyes had closed at the feel of him in her. The heartbreaking pressure, pop, and easing burn. He was talking.  "Have I ever told you I love your face when we fuck, especially the first stroke. You look overwhelmed and determined." He held said face, her eyes blinked open when his thumb caressed her fingers. "Alive. I'll remember this too, yeah?"

"Harry," Helene flexed her hips up to bring him closer. "Stop talking."

He nodded, clutched her chin for a deep kiss, one that left her speechless certainly, and gripped her hips.

The pace felt leisurely, and her body frantic. The mismatch was like those outfit that shouldn't work, but suit the wearer. She would wear him three days at a time if she could. The pressure was constant, except for the three times he teased her with the tip, and pulled either just out or to the brink, waited for her beg, and pressed back in.

If he didn't stop fucking around she might kill him.

When he trapped her right thigh under his to stroke slow, deep, and steady, she accidentally hit him in the head with her elbow while she grabbed the pillow behind her. She needed to fuck him in her bed, it had a proper head board, iron rods to grip.  "Sorry."

He shook off her accidental blow and grinned up at her from above. "Good?"

He'd never asked that. He knew he was good, so good. "So good, oh oui." She lifted her other leg so he glanced off her end and went farther. "Ahhh!"

"That's it." He kissed her while she moaned through her second coming and only let the final wordless sound be unobstructed by his tongue.

His easing strokes had her kicking the sheets, she could hear her heels slide up and down. Damn flip flops on hot sand all day.

"You good?"

"Mmmhmm, so good." She gave him a dewy look and grabbed hold while he rolled them over. In this position, where her heels reached just below his knees, she knew her size, and her power.

He was throbbing within her, humping in tiny motions to get friction, though he'd just hampered his own ability to move.

Helene felt ready to help him out. But not before another lovers kiss. She'd loved the dirty kisses, over the bend of her back, with someone's essence in the others mouth, with teeth more than tongue, but nothing beat these sweet filthy latherings he was favoring her with.

"Ride me?" He begged when she slid her tongue away.

She liked this switch, her sated for the moment, him needy. She liked him needy and talking. The tears in his eyes in the living room where they cleaned the wine.

His eyes were wet again, but from desperation. She stayed stretched out on him, and circled his hips to keep him suspended and get his mouth. His fucking mouth. "I love your mouth."

"Would you like to kiss it everyday?" His words were rapid, a little labored.

"Oui."

"You're welcome to, but for the love of god, make me come, please Helene."

It was her turn to smirk, her hips stilled and he grabbed her to make her move, but she shook her head and kissed him like he wasn't standing before the finish line, like good morning not good night.

Then she sat up, and back, got her knees beneath her, griped his and slid his full length in and out at a bounce until his begging turned to praise.

"Holy fuck!" He sat up on his elbows, then fell back to the bed. But he kept his eyes open. Watched their connection, she knew they were both capturing the moment, the memory. "You look so good, on me, oh god!" And he couldn't keep looking. His head f ppback and his voice going hoarse over his note of completion. "Oh baby!" Was a beautiful lyric she'd not heard addressed to her.

He pulled her down to him, before she could collapse, and they cuddled, until she excused herself to have a post coital pee and rinse.  They cuddled more after him joining her.

And the next morning, after an enthusiastic wake up call.

And throughout the week in Scotland. They made moments and captured them, and Helene never felt so insecure that it would be the last of them that she took a photo.

She didn't need to look at him through her lens to capture him, for now, he was hers.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #tryst #cancun #a balm #or a celebration #chapter 9

[buckthegrump]

Falling Slowly - 11

Summary: A story of love

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 1560

Warnings: Angst, people being assholes, and fluff

A/n: if you want to be tagged please send me an ask, Previous parts on my masterlist.

The next morning you checked your phone to see a text from Steve.

Steve: Let's do something today.

You: Like what?

Steve: As long as it’s not me sitting in my room dying of bored I don’t care.

You sat there and thought for a while of what could possibly be around that you could do.

You: There’s a bowling alley/arcade a mile or so from here.

Steve: I’m down.

You got dressed and went to find your mom only to find her on the phone. She looked at you and put her hand on the receiver.

“I’m going to the bowling alley with Steve unless you have something planned?”

“No peanut that’s fine have fun.” She told you and then you heard her whisper to phone. “Wanda, she and Steve are going on a date.”

Of course, she was on the phone with Wanda, those two gossip more white women at brunch.

“It is not a date!” You call and walk out the door.

You drove you and Steve there and you started out with a game of bowling but quickly realized that you were both terrible at bowling. So you decided to hit the arcade instead.

“C’mon Steve you can do better than that!” He was in the middle of a pretty hard game and you yelling at him probably wasn’t helping but you had a bet. You bet that you would be better at games overall and he bet that he would be. The prize was the biggest stuffed animal you could get with the tickets.

“It doesn’t help that you're yelling at me.” He was very concentrated on the screen. That’s when you saw the very last person you wanted to see.

“Shit, shit, shit, what the fuck is he doing here?” You said under breath and hid behind the game that Steve was playing.

“Y/n?” Steve looked around and you pulled him behind the game. “What is happening?”

“Brock is here.”

“He’s here?” He looked around. “I found him. I’m gonna go kick his ass.” You grabbed his arm to stop him.

“No. Lets just ignore him.” You walked out from behind the game with all the courage you could muster up at that moment.

“Well, well, well, look who it is.” That was not Brock’s voice. You turned only to come face to face with Alexander.

“Alexander.” You glared at him.

“You know my good friend Brock right?” He had a smug smile on his face. Brock suddenly appeared next to Alex and your breath got caught in your throat.

“Yeah we have a class together and once I realized it was you I just had to text Alex here and tell him that I was going to school with someone who he dated in high school.” Brock smiled at you, they paid no attention to Steve who was looking at you in concern.

“I wouldn’t call what we did dating.” You were forcing yourself to not kill both of them right then and there.

“Well, we did everything that people who date do. And then Brock said that you two were going on a date I reminded him of our history.” Now you were clenching every muscle in your body and trying to take deep breaths to calm you down.

“Well, it was good seeing both of you. We’re going.” You grab Steve to leave.

“Oh and look is this your boyfriend? Does he know about the sex tape that you tried to make without my knowing about?” Alexander asked.

“Judging by the shocked look on his face you failed to mention that. What kind of relationship do you expect to get if it’s built on lies.” Brock said and then he gave you a sinister smile.

You’d had enough so you turned around and punch brock in the face,  Brock doubled over in pain and it shocked Alex, for good measure you punched Alex in the face too.

You had been taking MMA classes for most of your life and taught some in the summer when you lived at home so if you were ready to fight them but before you could you felt an arm wrap around your waist and you were pulled away from those two men. Steve finally released you outside next to your car.

“What the hell dude I could have taken them.” The adrenaline was still pumping throughout your body.

“Yeah, I don’t doubt it. What the hell was that?”

“What?” You basically yelled still a little hyped up.

He looked worried and impressed. “Where the hell did you learn that?”

“I took MMA and now I teach it in the summer.”

“Remind me to never piss you off.” He said and that made you laugh. By now you had mostly calmed down from that almost fight. “Does anyone else know that you can probably kick everyone’s ass?”

“Why would they?” You asked him. “Besides, being able to kick someone’s ass is 70% physically being able to and 30% them not realizing that you can kick their ass.”

“Alright let's get out of here before some angry parent comes and yells at us.”

“Most of the kids in there take my summer class and have been begging to fight someone but where would you like to go? There’s not much to do here since they closed the skating rink.”

“Let’s just go watch Netflix or something.”

“Sounds perfect.” You said and got into your car and drove home. You sat on the couch at Steve’s house and fought over which movie to watch. You wanted to watch A Cinderella Story and he wanted to watch Supersize Me, you ended up winning. 

You’d only gotten to the part where the dad died when Steve shifted uncomfortably next to you. You looked over at him.

“What?” You asked.

“What did he mean ‘sex tape’?” Steve whispered.

You looked back to the TV, you’d been hoping that he’d forget about that but who forgets about a bomb like that. You paused the movie and took a deep breath.

“Senior prom we were going to have sex,” you started, “we didn’t. But when he thought we were going to, ya know, he needed proof so he set up a camera to get it.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You looked over to him to find him with his fists clenched and eyes closed.

“Steve?”

“I -”

“You don’t have to worry about it, I’m over it.” It was kind of true, but you still kept it to yourself most of the time, so why was it so easy to tell things like this to Steve?

“I should go back to the arcade and finish beating him up.”

You snorted. “As much as I would love to see that, we’re in the middle of a modern-day classic.”

You played the movie but you knew Steve was gauging your reaction to tonight. After a while, though you told him to pay attention to the movie and he did.

“Why is he being stupid?” Steve asked right after the dance scene.

“What’d you mean?”

“Well, he can obviously see what her hair color is so why is he being an idiot and not trying to be smarter about this.” Steve ranted.

“One time I was wearing makeup and this guy who I had known for like two years didn’t recognize me for like 20 minutes and the only reason he did finally recognize me was because he saw my best friend.” You look at him. “Men are idiots Steve.”

“Ok fair enough.” He turned back to the movie and stayed quiet until it ended and you fought again over what to watch. This pattern continued until you decided it was time to go home.

“Are we hanging out again tomorrow?” Steve asked you at your door. Even though you literally lived right next door, he insisted on walking you home. 

“Hmm, maybe I’ll have to check my schedule, but it’s looking good.”

“Nice, I’ll see ya then.” He said and he looked like he had more to say but stayed quiet.

“Bye.” You walked into your house.

“Later dude.” He said as you shut the door. You walked down the hall to the kitchen.

“So how was your night?” You turned to see your mother and Sarah sitting at the table.

“How long have you been here?”

“We’ve been here since you two kiddos got to our house and wanted to give you some privacy. So Joe went to the bar and was going to bring up more wine but he’s not back yet.” Sarah said, which explained why there was no one in her house with you and Steve.

“Ok well, I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Oh peanut, wait we want to hear about your date with Steve.” You mother gave you puppy eyes.

“Mom it wasn’t a date and it was fine.”

“Oh really so you didn’t punch anyone in the face today?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“Which parent called you?”

“Martha Rumlow.” Of course, Brock told his mom.

“Yikes. What did you say back?”

“I told her to suck my ass and that her son was a little twat.”

“LINDA!” Sarah said overdramatically.

“Well, I’m not wrong.” She and Sarah started talking about the other boys who were no good in this town so you snuck off to bed.

#Steve Rogers x reader #steve x reader #Steve Rogers Imagine #steve rogers fic #Steve Rogers AU #marvel au #avengers au

[banditthewriter]

Artificial Cupid - Takeshi Kovacs

 Prompt: Could you do an Altered Carbon one-shot where Poe ships Reader/Kovacs and is constantly trying to set them up? Prompter: Anonymous

I adore Poe from Altered Carbon. I hope you enjoy this? It took on a life of its own.

Warning: Canonical type violence.

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*gif not mine*

Enjoy!

*****

The first time you met the AI that ran The Raven Hotel, you were a bit smitten. Not like those people that love and fuck in virtual reality; you just thought he was adorable. And sweet.

Kovacs had rolled his eyes when Poe had introduced himself with a bow.

“Don’t get attached,” he had grumbled as he moved past the two of you.

You still weren’t sure which of you he was saying that to.

The circumstances that threw you and Kovacs together didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon so you were forced to work together. Not that you particularly cared because it seemed to work out, but you were tired of his attitude.

Nothing made him happy. All of your ideas were shot down, all of your contributions were belittled.

His friend—were they friends?—Vernon Elliot was always quick to reassure you that it wasn’t your fault, but you were starting to get to the point where it didn’t matter anymore.

“Everything I say or do is wrong,” you complained as you grabbed a bottle of whiskey from Poe’s shelves, taking a long gulp straight from the bottle. “He told me that I was dressed wrong for recon? I’m wearing all black. What was I supposed to wear, a pink tutu?”

Elliot laughed and raised his own glass before he shook his head.

“The guy was stuck in limbo for a long ass time before he was cracked open again. I think it’s safe to say that he’s not gonna make sense.”

If you looked at things that way, that it wasn’t going to make sense, you were good to go. Your life had been turned upside down from the first moment that Kovacs had showed up on your doorstep and demanded to know your connection to Bancroft.

Less than a week later and you were basically living in The Raven because it was easier than going back to your place. Which had been the scene of a shootout.

“For the last time, it wasn’t my fault,” Kovacs explained when you had complained about losing your place. “They were coming after you. Would you have preferred I just let them kill you?”

You shrugged as you watched the floor number tick higher and higher as the elevator brought you up to your floor.

“Wouldn’t have changed much, would it? Bet you wouldn’t have blinked if I died.”

He didn’t need you. It was something he reminded you time and time again. Kovacs didn’t need you and therefore you were expendable.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N,” Poe greeted as you stepped out onto your floor, “right this way to your suite. Mr Kovacs has the penthouse suite I’m afraid, but this is one of the best accommodations I have available.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder and gave Kovacs a glare before you followed Poe to your new home.

“My room isn’t below the penthouse, right? I don’t want to have to listen to Kovacs and any of his guests.”

Poe cleared his throat as he opened your room door, sweeping his arm in a welcoming gesture to usher you into the large, sprawling room.

“The penthouse takes up the whole first floor,” he said sympathetically. You watched as his eyes cut to Kovacs before he looked back at you. “I’m sure Mr Kovacs would be willing to keep things to a proper decibel for your comfort.”

Kovacs made a noise that sounded a lot like a laugh but you ignored it as you threw your bag onto a couch.

The room was bigger than your entire apartment had been, but it was nice. You could get used to this.

And to make it better, Kovacs was paying.

“Would you like to have dinner served up here, Miss Y/L/N? Perhaps you and Mr Kovacs would like to share a meal to discuss your next steps in this plan of yours.”

You looked over your shoulder to gauge Kovacs reaction to that. When all he did was raise a shoulder, you sighed and turned to Poe.

“Sure thing Poe. Bring us your most expensive, most decadent foods.” You shot Kovacs a smirk as you said it.

The sight of his jaw twitching before he gave a nod made it all worth it in your eyes.

The next few days went much the same way. You avoided Kovacs when possible, but it didn’t seem to be possible that much. Poe was constantly having one of you passing a message to the other as if he couldn’t be in multiple places at once. He brought both of you your meals when you were in the same place and it was just easier to eat it that way rather than going your own ways.

It was a constant battle of wills. Kovacs didn’t so much as flinch as you tried to pressure him into treating you like a competent human. Hell, even Elliot got more from Kovacs than you did.

“I was military,” Elliot defended when you brought it up to him one night while the two of you poured over security footage. “He recognizes that from being an envoy. You’re an outlier.”

“I’m not an outlier. I’m someone that’s been dealing with Bancroft a lot longer than either of you,” you complained as you pushed away from the screens. “I’m tired of all of this Elliot. He keeps me around because I’m useful but he doesn’t even acknowledge my contributions. I’m just his ticket to more information; I’m tired of it.”

A noise behind you made you spin around but there wasn’t anyone there. You shifted uncomfortably as something settled low in your stomach before you turned back to Elliot.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you said before you marched out of the room and to the elevator.

Poe materialized as you waited for the elevator to teach your floor.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he said in a tone that meant he was unsure if he should push. It was a tone you’d heard a lot lately.

“I’m fine Poe,” you promised as you stabbed the button again.

“Perhaps you would prefer to not take your frustrations out on the hotel,” he offered with a wince when you glared at him. “The Raven can offer you any number of resources to reduce stress and frustration. A gymnasium, perhaps. Or target practice. Or even something a little seedier, if needed,” he added in a new tone.

That one sounded a lot like disgust. Rich coming from the horniest hotel in the city.

“Not that,” a voice called from the other end of the hallway.

Both of you turned to see Kovacs standing nearby. He straightened his shoulders before he approached the two of you.

“Maybe a gym. She could use some training in how to defend herself.”

You scoffed but didn’t dispute that fact. Poe eagerly made the adjustments to a room a few floors down before he ushered you both into the elevator.

“If you need anything else, please feel free to request it.”

The doors slid shut and hid him from view. You glanced over at Kovacs who was holding himself rigid at your side.

“You don’t have to teach me anything. I can learn for myself. Or I can ask Elliot,” you added as an afterthought.

He was military as he continued to remind you.

“Not many people would turn down the chance to learn from an envoy,” Kovacs said. Or, no, wait. Was he teasing you?

You squinted up at him and yup, there was that twitch of his mouth. You scoffed for the second time and leaned back a bit.

“As long as I don’t have to listen to how superior you are, I’ll take you up on that.”

You weren’t sure what you expected from him on that. He simply nodded, his shoulders relaxing a bit.

Interesting.

It went that way for a while. Between your shared meals, which neither of you had even made an effort to stop, you also worked out in the gym together. Part of it was solitary but then the two of you would come together on the mats in the middle and he’d show you how to handle yourself.

It meant his hands on your body. He would put his hands on your hips as he showed you how to turn your body with a punch. The guiding movements were completely nonsexual and yet you went to your room every night frustrated in a new way.

It wasn’t just the sleeve. Yes, he was physically attractive, but it was more than that. It was the easy confidence in how he acted. Confidence, hah. It was the arrogance. For some reason, it was drawing you in.

It was also the rare moments of vulnerability. A half whispered comment about his past, the distance in his eyes when you asked if he had any siblings. The way his fingers would brush the tattoo on his forearm almost absently.

The way his fingers would brush against the curve of your neck as he prepared to pretend to choke you. He’d done this three times now and you still weren’t able to break from the hold.

“No, your arm has to go over mine,” he urged as he moved one hand to try to show you. “Then you twist this way and put pressure here, on the elbow.”

Once more he put his hands at your throat. With a nod you moved through the steps he’d just showed you for the millionth time. And finally you broke the hold.

“About time,” you said as you rolled your head a bit. “Again.”

His hands twitched but he shook his head.

“That’s enough for now.”

“C’mon Kovacs, just once more. Let’s make it a real spar this time.”

He shook his head again but you assumed the position he’d showed you for hand to hand combat. You waved him forward and got to enjoy the way he rolled his eyes before he moved to copy your stance.

It was like he couldn’t say no.

You were about to tell him you were ready when he surged forward. You moved to block the way he showed you, but he was faster and was able to get through your defenses. This close, you were supposed to use his height and weight against him so you used a new move on him.

Your leg hooked around the leg he was holding most of his weight on and pressed your heel against the joint, causing it to bend just enough for you to drop. It was enough to completely unbalance him and he tipped over, but he was still holding you so you went down as well.

At the last second he turned just enough so that you weren’t crushed under him. You used the moment of surprise to roll him over and straddle his waist, your hand raised as if to deliver a punch. And you were grinning.

You’d done it! Somehow you’d actually got him down on the ground and gotten the upper hand. Literally, in this case.

There was a flash in his eyes and then you couldn’t breathe. Your back was pressed against the floor and there was a weight pressing down on you, keeping you from moving. Hands were on your wrists which were pinned on either side of your head.

Kovacs had taken advantage of your mini-celebration to roll the two of you over. He peered down at you, his eyes dark and heavy lidded as they flicked down to your mouth.

Your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip even as you panted a bit from the exertion and the excitement. His eyes tracked the movement and you saw him waver a bit, watched his head duck in a little closer.

And then he was standing, dragging you up to your feet as well.

“Never hesitate,” he said as he stepped away from you. “Any hesitation is the difference between life and death.”

Before you had a second to process what had just happened, he turned and walked out of the gym.

That night was a new kind of frustration. It was frustrating that he could just switch it off like that. It was also frustrating that you now knew what his body felt like pressed along yours.

And it was frustrating that you wanted more.

The next morning you went down to find Poe and Elliot in rare form. The moment they saw you, Elliot was at your side and dragging you over to the screens.

“We found our guy,” he said as he gestured for Poe to rewind the image. “He’s not far from the last place Bancroft was seen.”

“Does Kovacs know?”

Elliot shook his head and glanced over at Poe who gave a shake of his head as well.

“We tried to contact him, but Mr Kovacs left late last night and hasn’t come back. Mr Elliot was just about to go and try to find him when we found this.”

You wondered why Kovacs had left, but you didn’t say anything. Instead you turned to Elliot.

“You go find Kovacs. I’ll go after our guy.”

“Miss Y/L/N–” began Poe at the same time that Elliot said “I don’t think that’s–”

“Not asking your permission, either of you,” you said as you tugged on the jacket you had been carrying. “I’ll keep in touch, okay? Kovacs has been training me so I’ll be fine. If we can get this guy and figure out who paid him, we might be able to finally get Bancroft. We can’t wait for Kovacs to come back from whatever rock he climbed under.”

You didn’t wait for either of their responses before you turned and left. The sooner Bancroft was dealt with, the sooner you could go back to your normal life. The sooner Kovacs would be out of your life.

You weren’t looking forward to that part, but you weren’t willing to admit that. Not even just to yourself.

What followed was fairly obvious. The man you all had been searching for had known he was being watched. The idea that it might be a trap hadn’t occurred to you until you felt the prick on your neck of a syringe.

The images came in a wave. Your past, your family, your friends. One by one, you were faced with the memory of every person you loved. Each memory, each figment of your imagination, was darker than the one before it.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that you were in a virtual reality. You knew that your mom was gone, that your little brother wasn’t a teenager anymore. You tried to focus on the inaccuracies, but they slipped from your grasp like water.

At some point your dreams were invaded by a figure that was as familiar to you as your own. He looked over you curiously, a hardness in his eyes as he seemed to measure you up.

“You weren’t good enough,” he said in distaste.

“Kovacs,” you started, eager to defend yourself, but you found that no other words would come out.

“I spent all that time training you for nothing,” he snapped. He stormed forward and you felt a hand around your throat, squeezing. “What was the point?”

Your mouth moved, fingers scratching against any skin you could reach, but he didn’t waver. He didn’t flinch. You dug your nails in, felt blood well up, but all he did was squeeze tighter.

Darkness and then a painful, blinding light. You felt a cool hand on your cheek and you blinked a bit, wondering about the tingling sensation. A form blocked out the worst of the light and you opened your eyes fully to see Poe staring down at you.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N, you’ve finally joined us.”

You moved your mouth but the words wouldn’t come. He nodded and moved to sit at your bedside, his fingers moving to your neck. The tingling sensation was there as he poked and prodded, the area tender.

“Your psyche took a bit of a battering I’m afraid,” he said as he leaned back a bit. “Physically you are fine. Your body was mostly undamaged during the struggle. It seems like your mind just needs a little more time.”

The words didn’t make sense for a moment and then they did. You looked around, eyes narrowed as you realized none of this looked familiar. The hand on your neck moved to allow you to sit up.

“Yes, we’re in your mindscape,” he said as he stood up. “A safe haven, if you will. You can heal here and then we will put you back into your body.”

A mindscape. Virtual reality. The memories of the torture came back and Poe was there once more, his hand in yours.

It tingled. You looked down at it and tried to focus on the fact that it wasn’t real, that he wasn’t real.

“Mr Kovacs was tormented when he found out you had been taken. He was nearly rabid by time he and Mr Elliot had found you. If Mr Elliot is to be believed, Mr Kovacs took down half of the force that was holding you and carried you to safety without any help.”

He stared off into the distance for a moment. His mouth twitched and you wondered if the AI was glitching. Then he turned to you with a smile.

“Mr Kovacs is checking on you. I was informing him that you are awake and alert. Is there anything you would like me to tell him?”

You swallowed a few times before you gave a quick nod.

“Thank you,” you rasped out, your throat hurting but the words feeling like ice cold water, soothing your aches.

“I can do that,” he promised with another squeeze of your hand.

You weren’t sure how long had actually passed since you were taken and when you were finally put back into your body. You had told Poe more than once that you were ready but he hadn’t rushed to do as you told him. He told you that you still needed to heal, but you weren’t sure what he meant until your eyes opened in reality.

The dim light of the hotel made you blink a few times, used to the light in your imaginary hospital. It took you a moment to adjust. It took another moment for you to realize there was someone in the room with you.

You expected Poe for some reason. Perhaps because he had been your constant companion in the mindscape. Instead you were faced with Kovacs. When he realized you were awake, he moved to approach.

The full body flinch that his nearness caused made him pause. His eyes were wide as he looked you over but you saw the realization come over him.

Poe must have seen it in your mindscape; the torture you had endured when you had been taken. He would have known that your last memory was Kovacs choking you, killing you. And he would have told Kovacs in order to prepare him.

He turned as if to leave. You weren’t ready for that.

“Tak,” you called out in panic, sitting up in the bed.

He hesitated before he turned to face you. When he didn’t see any fear or anger, he slowly moved to approach you. This time you didn’t flinch. Instead you reached your hand out to grasp his wrist and tugged him to sit on the bed next to you.

He stayed there for a long moment before you took the next step. You shifted over enough so that he could lay down beside you. He tucked his arm around you, curling you into his chest. You pressed your ear to his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart, your eyes closed as the sound lulled you back to sleep.

When you woke up, he was still there. His eyes were closed but you weren’t certain he was asleep. There was a blanket pulled over the both of you, one that you didn’t recognize from your room.

A smile tugged on your lips as you imagined Poe covering the two of you up.

The AI was subtle, but you were pretty sure you had picked up on his game.

It took a while after that to convince Kovacs to let you back into the fray. He was cautious with you in a way that you didn’t understand. Poe was not much help because he too wanted you out of danger.

Elliot was the one that laid it out for you.

“He was scared,” he said as he passed you a glass of something that smelled a little like cleaner. “I didn’t think he had those emotions. Figured an envoy would had them deleted from the mainframe. But he was scared when he found out you were gone. And he was terrified when he found out you were taken. And he was damn terrifying when he found you like that.”

You remembered Poe’s comment about Elliot saying Kovacs had taken on more than half the force single handedly and had carried you to safety. You also remembered the fear in his eyes when you had flinched from him when you first woke up.

When you joined Kovacs in the elevator on the way back up later that night, you had just enough alcohol in your system to make you think it was a good idea for you to shove his chest. He blinked down at you but didn’t budge so you pushed him again.

“Can I help you?”

You shoved him again and he took a step backwards. Another push and his back was against the wall of the elevator.

“You do feel,” you said in awe as you gazed up at him.

His walls were up, but you could see it there. Affection.

He raised an eyebrow and you knew he was going to say something snarky so you leaned up on your tiptoes before he had the chance. Your lips met his almost hesitantly, but he wrapped a hand around the back of your head and tugged you closer. He kissed you deeply, desperately.

You didn’t even notice that the elevator completely skipped your floor. You didn’t notice that the two of you stumbled into his penthouse which had candles lit instead of overhead lighting. You didn’t notice that there was a bottle of wine and some chocolates on a table in the middle of the room. You were too caught up in Kovacs to notice anything but the way he felt against you right then.

Afterwards, when both of you were spent and sated, you both noticed the changes in the room. Kovacs was confused. You laughed as you explained that the AI that controlled the hotel had been playing cupid with the two of you since the beginning.

“Maybe I should thank him,” Kovacs said as he looked you over, his eyes dark as he tugged on the sheet that was just barely covering your naked form.

You smirked as you climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. You leaned in to kiss him but barely touched your lips to his before you were spun around. Now it was your back against the bed, his body pressed on top of yours once more.

A familiar position. It was a mirror of the time in the gym, except with less clothes.

“Maybe later,” he offered as he leaned in to kiss you hard.

Maybe later indeed. Much later.

X

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[coe-lilium]

TroS reaction (1st view)

Necessary premise in bullet points:

- I liked TFA when it came out and still do but as I dug into the franchise/canon (Disney only by choice) my enjoyment of it became more lukewarm. Came out of it dreading a potential Reylo but liking the two charas on their own. 

- went into TLJ worried I’d hate it, came out with it being my favorite saga movie and sold on the Rey-Ren connection, whatever road it would’ve taken. Loved the “Rey’s powerful on her own/bc the Force wants to set Kylo’s wrongs right”. It felt good after two years of being bombarded with “this fucking Mary Sue can have any power only if she’s connected to powerful men of the saga, she has otherwise no right in being powerful” in forums spaces.    

- went into TroS non-spoiled, wary of Palpatine return but relatively hopeful if soured about the “JJ our lord and saviour pleease save us from evil evil Jonhson” (HA!). The rumors about lore from the tv series being featured into the movie had me excited.  

That said, here goes: [SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE MOVIE, ENDING INCLUDED, RIGHT OFF THE BAT]

I didn’t like it. I really hope to warm up to it more in future views, there’s absolutely stuff I liked or even loved, but as it stands now it was overall a massive disappointment on many sides and -worst of all- threatens to retroactively ruin my enjoyment in other previous stories. 

First, the positives: 

- Parentage notwithstanding, Rey was good. Her rage, her fears, her good heart, her commitment to the fight and the training, her longing for guidance… truly, if the bloodline revelation hadn’t retroactively ruined my investment in the character and themes I’d have fully, 100% loved her even if every single other part of the movie had been the same. 

Except for a brief war flashback to Starkiller game abilities (I lolled) I wasn’t even troubled by all the new abilities or their scope. Movies’ been inventing new powers since the beginning and the Force does what the Force wants. Again, fuck the genetics “twist”, garbage stuff. 

- Kylo, next to… 95% that involved him? TLJ did a great job selling him to me and surprisingly this movie added to that instead of retconning it away. More competent but still stupid and petty from time to time. I’m glad he came back, glad he choose right and glad he was allowed more time on the right side than Anakin. I love redemptions and he was portrayed as wavering the entire trilogy, I don’t even really care that it could’ve done better. I’m happy for him and his family, that’s all. The kiss got a laugh out me but not a malicious one, I was kind of running out of reasonable reactions by then. 

I’m just conflicted on how I feel about his death. Back when TFA was released I wanted him to survive to face what Anakin didn’t: justice (the kid-friendly setting prevented a death sentence anyway), atonement and growth from there, I still wish it happened and maintain that a different pacing would’ve allowed it. On the other hand, I’m also kinda okay with him dying. He righted at least a bit of his many wrongs, he saved a person he cared for, that his parents cared for and that could help the galaxy much more than he ever could and he was at peace. It was a good death.      

- Kylo’s vision/illusion of Han. A surprise but a very pleasant, well acted one. Would’ve I maybe liked Anakin more, as Ben idolized him so much and for all the wrong reasons and because I love that disaster? Yes. Does Han work much better in the economy of the movie and trilogy story and do he and Ben have a much rawer relationship and history? Absolutely. I am a teeny tiny bit baffled as  for why Luke didn’t also show up, but the actual scene was good enough I forgive it.  

- Rey and Kylo bond and connection was one of the saving graces of this mess and I utterly loved it. Both actors worked their asses for for all their scenes and it payed off, oh if it payed off. Their DSII duel was perhaps a tad long but great nonetheless (Republic era Jedi jumps!), the hurt and the sense of absolute loss and grief they both conveyed -and shared!- after Leia’s passing was incredible, Rey regretting the near kill and softly going “I would have stayed, had you renounced the dark side”. She cared, yes, but not to the point of ignoring the horrors (something Anakin never quite understood). The “dyad” stuff was a bit overkill, just call it a force bond, we can see it’s freaking powerful, but the Force Skype and sharing of objects that came with the package, that I loved. Surprise lightsaber, Ren fuckers! :D Bet Anakin and Obi Wan were really jealous, that would’ve come in handy during the war.       

- Finn was now fully invested in the cause, at ease, visibly happy to be with his friends, ready to bond and reach out, quick to plan, to act and to adapt to the situation, brave but cautious and calculating. I wish it was given a bit more focus, but I loved he found other young FO defectors. Also fuck yeah, he’s force sensitive and his ability is used, not just thrown in as a useless wink. Jedi Finn in future material, c’mon!

- Poe’s also grown. He was probably going to have more screen time with Leia had Carrie not died but there was nothing to be done for that. I’m not as happy as for previous 3 charas for the backstory retcon I’ll tackle in the negatives.

- Jannah was cool, the addiction of other FO defectors a welcomed one and the scene were she and Finn excitedly went over their “I broke free” moment was adorable. Good bean, I’d read more about her and her company. 

- A bit lot annoyed at Bloodline being kinda tossed outta the window but getting Leia with lightsaber was nice. Give me some ancillary material to deal with the clash and I’ll fully forgive it. 

- Jedi! MY GIRL AHSOKA MY MAN KANAN! I mean, I sure wish they were in a better movie, but hey, recognition for something more than the OT? No slandering of the Order but all of them collectively kicking Sidious ass once and for all? I’ll gladly take it. Anakin, my dude, I’m sorry your sacrifice was next to nullified but it was good to hear you again ;_;  I didn’t hear Ezra’s voice anywhere so I can still hope he’s alive, well and with the Ascendancy teaching all their Navigators. “I am all the Jedi” remains a terrible line. 

And now, oh boi. Here comes the long list of annoying - bad - stinking shit stuff: 

- If I wanted to watch a 2 and half long videogame cutscenes I’d have done that in the comfort of my home without spending money for tickets. Go to level x to retrieve related macguffin, move to next level to get next macguffin and so on and so on. I liked close to everything in the DS II sequences, but what would’ve that dagger pointed at if the wreckage had fallen even a little bit differently?   

In general, many plot points gave me the feeling they were stolen from the tv series and badly executed, like a mockery (or incompetence?). Case in point: Hux betraying the 1st Order out of personal, spiteful hate? Potentially good! The execution? A poor man’s Rebels Agent Kallus, already over in little more than 5minutes. 

- Palpatine himself is a poorly, ridiculously poorly executed Maul resurrection storyline from tcw and rebels. 

Because Maul was 1. explained and 2. got a good, long arc that made you forgive the undoubtably contrived ass-pull it took to bring him back while Sidious is just… there. You gotta accept it because the writer said so. 

How did he survive? We don’t know and fuck you if you expect an explanation (they really had the absolute galls to have him say the iconic/meme line from Rots and apparently it was supposed to be enough?!) How could he “have all Sith reside inside me” when canon’s clear that Sith do-not-get-to-retain-their-individuality-in-the-Force, do not work well together (lmao) and he as an individual never gave a shit about the Sith except when they could serve his own personal desires? His entire approach to the rule of two and other Sith stuff is “fuck that noise, everything in the galaxy exist to serve me”. He’s fine dying as long as “the Sith rule”? Who IS this character, because he’s not Darth Sidious (as presented in Disney’s own canon, mind). Oh, you wanted explanations? FUCK YOU, screams the movie. 

The mess gets somehow salvaged in the end as he comes to his senses and siphon the life out of Rey and Ben to de-rotten/revive himself to rule in person, now *that* was in character. Was he actually lying his ass off the entire time waiting for the moment he could siphon them? Hopefully but who the hell even knows.

In the end it just wasn’t worth bring him back. A holocron, a different Sith, even a hive-mind of old records/tainted wraiths of Sith (perhaps wearing Palps face to buy the old empire aficionados loyalty, idk) would’ve been better than “actually, Anakin suffered nearly his entire life and sacrificed himself for barely more than 25 years of peace and it still wasn’t enough to rid the galaxy of the monster who destroyed his and countless other lives”. But Johnson was the one shitting on beloved characters legacy and accomplishments, uh? Surely at least he’s got company. 

Ian was clearly having a blast, so there was… that? And the initial sequence being legit creepy and the Sith storm or whatever the fuck was that. That can stay, it was cool.     

- Poe, the latino character, got retconned from former Republic pilot (a backstory established before TFA came out and faithfully respected ever since) into a smuggler and gang member. Classy. What does Lucaslfilm have a story group for if not for stopping stuff like this from happening? Bonus Zorii being used for a “no homo! homo? no homo?” wink wink and for generally being a poor man Solo’s Qi’ra.   

- The movie makes you worry for a character death three (3) times in a row only to immediately backpedal on it. The survivors are grieving, the scene is sober… and then suddenly! they’re alive! isn’t it wonderful? let’s insert a comical scene now that we’re at it! Sigh.   

- The whole Threepio stuff was a contrived waste of time in a movie already full of more relevant plot treads that could’ve put that screen time to better use. 

- Rey’s parents apparently aren’t assholes anymore bc they sold her into slavery to protect her from Sidious, which is… supposed to make it alright, a sacrifice in the name of love? If they had been shown trying to give her to a trusted person and then she was kidnapped that wouldn’t had been their fault, just unfortunate, but the movie shows them leaving their 5yo daughter with her in-all-but-name slaver so?? 

- Rey Palpatine… Rey. Palpatine. Gesù Cristo benedetto che minchia mi è toccato di vedere. That hurt. That was so hilariously over the top bad I just…I started laughing. On top of the entire thing, thank you so, soo much for validating all those fucking assholes who demanded Rey be connected to a powerful man in the saga to accept her powers and value, you hack. Jedi were never about power of blood and then you went and reinforced the very opposite. She ain’t powerful bc the Force recognized her as worthy to stop evil and chose to aid her anymore, she’s powerful bc grandfather was. Lovely stuff. Hilariously, now she has a lot more legit “Mary Sue” traits than before. 

- Rose’s sidelining was a blatant bow to her and her actress haters whims. If in VIII she jumped at the chance of action, now she was fearful and “had to stay behind” studying maps. Fuck that noise. 

- Even if she rejected it, underline is that the Skywalker line is wiped out and the Palpatine one thrives. I… just… wtf wtf wtf. A final “Just Rey” would’ve been more powerful -because now it would’ve been reclaimed- and less corny and in poor taste than a Palpatine taking on the Skywalker name. I’m not sure if Sidious is more offended or if he’s laughing his ass off in space!hell. Probably the 2nd. Bad.      

- The final scene on Tatooine. It rang so empty because the planet brings warm memories only to the audience, not the characters. In-universe, that place brought nothing but misery to the Skywalkers: Anakin and Shmi were brought there as slaves and lived as such for years, Shmi was tortured to death and Anakin began his descent into the dark for crying out loud. Luke had to hide and saw his relatives murdered. Leia had no connection whatsoever to the place. The mera idea of burying Anakin Skywalker lightsaber into the sands of Tatooine and considering it a way of paying respect is… I don’t know, hilariously in bad taste? Rey, dear, what did you have personally against the guy? Put those sabers to rest on Naboo! Ah, but we can’t truly acknowledge the PT now, can we? Wack.   

- It’s not TroS complete fault, that “honor” mostly sit at TFA’s feet but for all its omages, copies and almost slavish references, from a in-universe point of view it’s like the OT barely occurred. 

The same evil man has been defeated (until next time?), the Republic must be rebuilt from scratch, a evil military is all over the place and must be dealt with, the Jedi Order has to be rebuilt… it’s depressing. A new evil taking advantage of the empire leftovers would’ve been one thing, but Sidious? He’s been effectively winning nonstop ever since he was elected Chancellor. He had all the power, all the influence, all the control and he maintained it all even as a rotten corpse in exile, the entire galaxy marching on his tune, controlled by his strings. And as the cherry on top of the cake he even managed to wipe out the family that could’ve, should have been his undoing! He effectively destroyed the Skywalkers. He outlived every Jedi, every survivor, every clone. I hate this. It’s sickening. I can’t even be happy Rex was on Endor anymore.      

In general, the best word I can find for this movie is: coward. 

So blatantly desperate to please, to be “forgiven”, to reference every single irrelevant thing -except the PT and the TV series in a intelligent way-, to throw fanservice after fanservice after fanservice no matter how nonsensical from all over that crossed the “corny” to wander into embarrassing territory many times over (Maz giving Chewie a medal outta nowhere? Come the fuck on now). 

The cartoon series had twenty time the guts of this movie and I vehemently wish for Filoni to take the helm of the entire creative team in a very near future.                  

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[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 3 Part 2

Did I skip a week ? Yes. Was it on purpose ? No. Will it happen again ? Maybe.

Sorry :s

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Monday January 21

He tried his best to stay calm. Why would he be mad ? It wasn't something important at all. And he had his cock in Amber's pussy right now. He couldn't be mad. Not before he came. Screw it. I'm mad. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey stood up, enraged.

"What are you doing ?" asked the cheerleader's captain. "We ain't finished yet. You promised me ten orgasm in one go, I got only nine."

"It was before you ruined everything." he replied. "Stupid bitch."

"Don't be vulgar. It makes me hornier."

This fuckin' little scumbag. She dares. He decided to ignore her. He put his briefs and his pants.

"C'mon Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey." she begged with a sweet, touching tone. "I'm sorry if it piss you off, but it's done now."

"You gave to this shitty Theophile your bmw and three tickets for the incoming big musical festival ! I mean, why the fuck ?"

She lowered her eyes. I don't like this. At all.

"Some people think you might be... out of touch with the prey. Look, we all know it had always been easy for you to hunt. And maybe, just maybe you got a bit overconfident and lost some skills."

The Dean's grandson hesitated. Should he strangle her or just beat the shit out of her ? He slowly put his shirt. This asshole, after all the things he did for her.

"There are bets among the hunters." she confessed, a bit scared by his attitude. "Most of us think Theo will win this. But hey, you're still the best in bed. Girls, boys, trans, you're our favorite when it comes to sex."

"You gambled against me." he realised. "That's why you helped Theo. And that's why you're distracting me here. You little dirty toad. I'm not a gigolo you can call when you want."

"To my opinion ? You should withdraw and just enjoy your already well developped sex life. Your pathetic strategy is working too slowly. Did you kiss him once already ? Theo will have him in bed wednesday night, whatever you try."

It was enough. All those stupids jerks thought he wasn't able to win the hunt ? Let's have some fun.

"Who's organizing these bets ?" he asked.

"Obviously Steve. Who else ?"

He left without a response.

When he arrived at the music club, it was running late but they were still playing some dumbshit music. Most of them were off-key, and it sounded horrible. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey waited outside until Steve noticed him. The conductor decided to make a break, and came closer.

"You want something ?"

"Hell yeah. I'm here to make a bet."

"A what ?"

"Don't make yourself dumber than you already are porker. Listen carefully jackass. I'm betting 1000$ that Theophile will just fail like the contemptible shit he is, and I'll catch the prey. Do you understand ?"

Steve blinked, shocked. Stupid pitiful bonehead. You wanted to bet, we're betting.

"Okay..." he eventually whispered. "But I can't tell you who already gambled and..."

"Don't bother cretin. I know them by heart. Theo himself, you of course, Amber, Sam from the Beta Omicron, and the professor Linda Webers, all against me. Archie gambled for me. Am I right ?"

The dumbass's eyes spoke for him. All the greedier and most sutpid hunters, except Archie. The clevers didn't gambled yet. They're too cautious. He was glad to know Summer did nothing yet. The girl might be useful soon to get rid of those hyenas.

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey then headed straight to his apartment. At the moment, Theo probably had already invited Liam for the festival. And my baboon of a boyfriend said yes, for sure. But what about the third ticket ? Not for Laura, it wouldn't make sense... It's for Nicolas. The fatty roommate. Oh man, this greedy Theo, he wants both of them. The blond lad looked at his phone. Zack had called him twice this evening. He would talk to him later. First, the business. He dialled Nancy number and waited.

"Geek to best dick in the world, what's the matter ?" she answered almost immediately.

She had her own way to communicate. I like it anyway. My cock is one of my favourite subject.

"I need a ticket for the festival of wednesday. I know the sales are off but can you find one ?"

"Of course sir. Send dick pick or butt pick and you'll be fulfilled."

He quickly and gladly sent both. He was still a bit hard from Amber's session, Nancy would like it.

"Nice." she appreciated. "I'm adding those to my collection asap. Damn, now my ceiling is almost covered like my walls. I have too many screen of your body dude."

I wonder what would happen if someone entered her room. It wasn't his problem anyway.

"Okay... I found someone selling his ticket for 250$." she announced after a moment. "Let me see if I can do better. By the way, it seems your ass is getting rounder again."

"Yeah, I overindulged in pastries lately. Long story."

It wasn't much, but Nancy was good to notice small detail.

"Oh, there we are. A moron who wants a revenge against his girlfriend and... whatever, we don't care about the story. Ticket is bought sir. You owe me 100$, but you know how I am, you can pay in kind."

"So nice of you milady. Send the ticket and let's have some fun."

Liam Wednesday January 23

His shrink Ms. Hang and him were on their third session. They hadn't talked much during the previous one. Mostly because he wasn't inclined to. He came only because he liked the couch. And I'll have to go soon, because Nick, Theo and me are going at the festival. He intented to protect his friend, because he knew the ogre was up to something bad.

"Tell me Liam." spoke eventually Ms. Hang. "What are your favorites hobbies ?"

Sleep. Going to the gym. Sleep again. Talk with the unicorns. He didn't answer. (Now that he thought about it, there was another thing he liked lately : make blowout with Dami's bakes). (His boyfriend, even if they never really formalized the thing, was a damn good baker, and cook in general). (They had only three more date after the movie, and each time, Liam ended up stuffed like a turkey).

"You know silent is an answer ?" asked Ms. Hang. "It help me to understand you. And there is a piece of advice I can give you."

"What ?"

"You should act more like your father."

Liam feigned to sleep. I didn't hear, nanana. It was the worst advice he ever heard.

"I don't mean to do the bad things he did." she insisted. "But you sure could use some of his confidence. He's a successful millionaire, known and respected. And you are the complete opposite, a shy, dreamy young adult who flee from his problems. You can learn some stuff from him."

"It's not a good idea." he contradicted. "And I'm sorry, but I need to go."

"Of course. The session is over anyway. But think about it Liam."

He went back at his apartment as fast as possible. And he tried to not think about it at all. Be like his father ? Learn from him ? I'm pretty convinced he's with the forces of evil. I think he and the witch made an alliance to fight us. (By us, Liam meant mainly the unicorns who lived under his bed). Anyway, he changed for more causual clothes, sweatpants and pullover, and then joined Nick.

"I've a bad feeling about this." confessed this one. "I mean, why Theo invited both of us to a music festival ? Where's the catch ?"

Make you eat your content. Kidnap you. Eat you. The ogre probably planned this. But Liam would protect his friend.

"I don't know why I'm asking you. I'm guessing you didn't even realised you put your pullover backwards..."

Theo picked them up in a nice car, and they arrived five minute later. The festival took place in a vast shed and all around. Quickly, they got lost in the crowd. The junior led them towards the center, and bought them food. (Obviously he did). (Greasy, rich food). And they started to dance, and listen to some bands. Nothing seemed to happen, and Liam started to feel reassured. After all, maybe Theo was just nice ? At some point, Nick whispered to his roommate :

"You know, I'm supposed to lose weight but fuck, if Theo keep feeding me like this, I'm gonna burst."

Liam himself had to admit, he had eaten a lot too. (But far less than he could handle).

"Maybe we should go somewhere less noisy to rest a bit." suggested the chestnut lad.

He expected to put some distance between them and the ogre. If we have to run, bloated like we are, it'll be fun to watch. (He pictured to stuffed turkeys running, and it made him laugh). Anyway, they found themselves next to the toilet area.

"Good call buddy." congratulated Nick. "I'll be back."

He entered in one cabin. Liam waited a bit, looking at the crowd. There were spotlight of several colors. People were dancing with ardor. He glanced at what looked like fairies and human-butterfly. (It was a real thing).

"Baboon !"

The lad turned his head. He glimpsed Dami coming closer.

"Dude, I'm calling you for almost ten minutes now." he said once here. "Are you deaf ?"

"Maybe." conceded Liam. "Sometimes I become blind and I can't see. Sometimes I can't hear. I don't know why."

(In truth, it probably was because he just went out of touch with the real world). (Literally in fact).

Dami tried to say something, but suddenly, a girl grabbed him and kissed him with passion. She shouted :

"Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, where have you been ?!"

And then she kissed him again. For a long, very long time. Liam watched them, a bit surprised. He didn't know how to react properly. She is... Dami tried to do something. His eyes were burning with a mix of anger and surprise.

"Let's finish what we started." continued the girl.

She tried to pull off the boy's pants, apparently ready to do... Liam couldn't stand it. He just ran. Even his slow brain could understand what it meant.

Barbara Thursday January 24

She closed a book with a sigh of relief. Military stuff could be so scary sometimes. But also very instructive. The conquest of power wasn't an easy path, but Barbara was confident. The queen of this college, this Summer, she wouldn't be a problem. Then, she would've to get rid of this abusive king, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. Not easy, but one thing after another.

"Can you give me the plate ?" asked Jessy. "I'm still hungry."

Yeah, of course she was. Back in highschool, Barbara had saw her grade fall into decadence. Several people became greedy fatties. Even now, she was still wondering if it was Raphaël's doing ? Did he have manipulated people in order to make all his rivals become worthless ? You can't be at the top when you're too fat. People judge you only by your look. A bit of chub was the sign of a weathly life, but too much was just a proof you ain't able to control yourself. If you're not the master of your body and your mind, you can't be the master of the other. Jessy just let herself go for two years now. She wasn't in the race anymore.

"So... are you seriously gonna meet the football team captain today ?" asked Jessy. "When did you became so important ?"

"Well, you know, it just happenned."

"And what about Colton ? You said you would arrange a date between us."

I said it, right. She had planned to find a cover for her since the very beginning of their relationship. When she had met Colton in 12th grade, she knew they weren't meant to be together. Unlike Raphaël, who she never truly understood, he was a simple-minded lad. Since then, she had been searching someone to replace her when the time would come. Because she didn't need him under her feet, and neither his sister, Leila.

"I'll go see him." she assured. "Don't worry, he'll like you."

"I know, everybody likes me."

In your dreams maybe. Barbara just smiled and then left. She had an important appointment after all.

She met Oliver Thompson, the football team's captain, in the library C. He was a man of culture as well as a athlete. He was famous in the university and the town, because his team had managed to go the the national each year since he was captain. That was why Barbara needed him in her side.

"Hi." she greeted and sat in front of him. "Nice to meet you."

"Same."

The lad was tall (187 cm or 6'2") and corpulent. A mix of fat and muscle very imposing. She honestly looked like a tiny little girl in comparison. I'm 151 cm (4'11") and weight around 44kg (97 pounds). Of course I can't impress people with my stature.

"You probably know that I'll be the next head of the student union." she smiled. "I'm gonna make some important change, and first of all, I want to support our most important clubs."

It was the weird thing about this college. Fraternities and sororities weren't as powerful as she thought. Many student didn't even joined them. But activities's clubs were the center of the power. If I control them, I control the university.

"It's nice." admitted Oliver. "Summer's giving us a considerable budget already, but more is always welcome. But sorry, I'm not sure you'll have the real power to do it, even as the head of the student."

"I know what you mean. It depend of the hunters right ?"

The hunters. The women and men who chased for power and sex. As far as I know, they rule the university. Summer is one of them. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey is one of them. I'm one of them.

"Exactly. Trust me, we all know the next general assembly is coming soon for the budget of the second semester. We all want our slice of the cake. But it's the community who prevails. The better hunter you are, the better are you chances."

"Even for me ?"

"Even for you. Maybe you think you'll be head of the student, but you'll have zero power if the community is with Summer. She's good ya know ? As long as the hunters respect her more than you, she still have the power."

Make sense. Barbara thanked the football player, and left, her head full of thought.

The petite blonde then attempted to her lessons. And this evening, she headed towards the pool. She had no interest at all for swimmers. They were only a few and in great majority useless. Especially this bastard, Liam. She hated him with her body and soul. To be honest, she only knew the story from Jessy, but it was enough. The chestnut brown lad had always been a bit weird. It wasn't surprising that he had tried to kill someone eventually. Anyway, she was here for Colton. Her ex-boyfriend had joined the swimming club when she had left him. A bit pathetic to my opinion, but whatever. She glanced him. Sadly, he was with this damn Liam. For a moment, she looked them do lenghts. They were both good. Colton was a bit shorter and thinner. More athletic. Liam was thicker, with a flat but slightly soft stomach. He had quite an ass, she noticed. What am I doing ? I'm not here to covet this dumb guy. Eventually, she decided to come closer.

"Colton." she hailed. "Can we talk ?"

The dark-haired lad glanced at her with a strange look. Next to him, Liam closed his eyes, maybe in order to disappear. But I can see you idiot.

"I won't be long." she assured. "I just want to introduce you to a friend of mine. I think you'll like her, and it could be good for you to be distracted. Why not next week ? I'm only worried for you, of course."

"Okay, I'm fine with it but only if I can bring a friend. Nick for example ?"

"Whoever you wants except Liam."

This latter pouted. Jessy doesn't need to see you. In fact, she might try to kill you if you two meet.

To be continued

Barbara’s pov help us to discover more about both Liam’s past and the hunter community... Where a war is starting. Will Theo surpass Dami ? Or maybe Liam will not fall for either of them. Right now, is main goal is to protect his fattened roommate anyway.

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Barbara #weight gain #stuffing #Nick is fattened by Theo #Liam the hero is here #Barbara is ploting something bad #She hates Liam #Chapter 3 #Part 2

[carmenlire]

Higher than the Big Trees Ch. 34

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Like Father, Like Son: The Apple Didn’t Fall Far from the Scheming Tree

Byline: Victor Aldertree

Magnus Bane, son of notorious Asmodeus Bane, who is currently serving thirty seven years in state prison for defrauding his clients and shareholders of over one billion dollars in assets, has been spotted out on the town with music’s darling, Alec Lightwood.

Is it love, though, or has Magnus just found a different way to make his fortune?

Dear reader, we at Idris News love good gossip and when a source close to Bane came forward to tell us about the hottest tip in town, we couldn’t resist.

It appears that Magnus Bane, professor at Columbia University, has been hiding an unsavory past.

An insider reveals all. To protect her privacy, she asked that we not reveal her name.

Let’s start the story with one Magnus Bane. Born and raised in Manhattan-- on the upper West Side-- Magnus is the son to notorious swindler Asmodeus Bane.

Bane, who is infamous for his unbelievably successful ponzi scheme that stretched over twenty years.

Asmodeus Bane was a wall street broker from 1980 to his long tumble from his gold-plated pedestal in 2004. Considered far and wide to be a charismatic man, Bane Sr. was a shark on Wall Street, known for having a bloodhound’s nose, always sniffing out the Next Big Thing.

Most accredited his success to sheer luck and hard work.

No one knew that he was swindling coworkers and clients alike out of savings accounts, retirement plans, and talking up potential investments that would become a long string of proverbial gold mines in the Old West.

No one knows for certain just how much money Asmodeus Bane absconded with when all is said and done. Working for twenty years afforded him connections and a sharpened sense of when the chips were about to fall. There were dozens of accomplices and just as many scapegoats as Bane kept his nose clean even as those closest to him were caught and indicted.

Bernie Madoff who? Some estimates have Bane’s scheming amounting to over one billion dollars, most of which has never been recovered.

In 2000, the FDIC launched an investigation with the White Collar division of the FBI. After four years, they accumulated enough evidence to formally arrest Asmodeus Bane of over one hundred counts of fraud and embezzlement. After his lengthy trial-- which was a media circus in and of itself-- Bane was sentenced to 53 years in New York’s State Penitentiary.

Due to good behaviour, that sentence has been reduced to thirty seven years with the possibility of parole after ten more years.

Which brings us to his son, Magnus.

Magnus Bane, now an esteemed faculty member of Columbia University, wasn’t always so sparkling clean.

No, our source reveals that Bane Jr. has quite the sordid juvenile record.

Literally.

Magnus Bane was arrested half a dozen times for petty crime between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, when his record was officially sealed. Our intrepid reporters were able to find the dirty details, though.

After Asmodeus’s incarceration, Bane became part of the foster system where he bounced from home to home in the city. His mother died just a few years after giving birth and growing up, Magnus looked up to Asmodeus as only a son can look up to his father.

By all reports, Magnus was a model student-- at least on paper. That didn’t stop him from regularly skipping class or getting up to no good.

Looking at Bane’s record reveals charges for petty larceny, vandalism, and underage possession. And that’s the mere tip of the iceberg.

Things certainly don’t look good for Magnus, do they?

Still, something changed and Magnus took his SATS, graduated summa cum laude and headed for greener pastures-- Yale as a matter of fact, where he completed his undergraduate degree in three years before moving on to his doctoral thesis, spending part of that time in London.

Magnus Bane will be thirty in just a few months and things have never looked better for him-- he’s the Chair of the History Department at an Ivy League Institution, he’s been published dozens of times and is regularly invited to speak at conferences, both domestic and abroad.

We’ve even heard that he’s been busy working on a new book with an anticipated Summer 2019 release.

But that’s not all. Magnus Bane has been spotted out on the town with Alec Lightwood, the hottest musician in the world right now who just wrapped up a sold out world tour in May.

By most estimates, Lightwood is worth an astonishing 300 million dollars.

That begs the question to any reporter worth their salt: What does Bane see in Alec?

It’s easy to see what could have captured Lightwood’s attention. Magnus is handsome (have you seen his Insta???), successful, and we’re sure charming as hell.

We bet he gets it from his father.

But does Magnus see Alec’s million watt smile and rugged good looks or does he see dollar signs flashing?

Does he see a man who would do anything for his fans or his next meal ticket?

Alec is talented-- he can sing, act, and is well-known for his philanthropic endeavors. Idris News has long since waited with bated breath for the biggest name in the music scene to find his perfect match.

We just didn’t want to see it happen like this.

Our inside source claims that things went cold between them when she refused to keep paying for Bane’s tuition in London. Apparently, the professor was in dire straights and like a good girlfriend, our source had wanted to help-- until it became too much.

As you can see from our photos, it looks like Magnus and Alec have been getting cozy for quite a while. Those pictures at the zoo are #couplegoals and don’t get us started on the two of them enjoying a romantic walk throughout the city.

Is Magnus in love? Are we witnessing a real life fairy tale or has Bane just duped Lightwood into becoming his naive sugar daddy in a move that would make his father proud?

It seems like a dream come true for an earnest professor to meet a polished celebrity. We just wonder if fate had a helping hand and if Alec isn’t being played for a fool.

Shame on you Magnus for breaking our golden boy’s heart. We’ve seen Alec through many a scandal dating back to his pre-album days and we’ve got to say that we aren’t impressed.

Or maybe we are. It certainly takes a certain je ne sais quois to pull off such a trick. Time will tell what’s truth or lie with Alec and Magnus and who wouldn’t miss a seat to potentially one of the biggest scandals this year.

Whatever the case, the staff at Idris can’t wait to see what happens next.

Magnus looks up from the glossy magazine at the knock on his door. He sends Ragnor a wan smile.

“I take it you’ve seen the news.”

Ragnor looks at the magazine like others would a vulture. “If you’re asking if I’ve read that piece of trash then, unfortunately, the answer is yes.” He’s quiet a moment, studying Magnus before asking in a gentle voice, “How are you doing?”

Magnus laughs and it’s a bitter, angry noise. “How do you think I’m doing. I woke up next to Alec feeling great enough to take on the world. I didn’t think I’d actually have to, though,” he says, shaking his head.

Ragnor’s gaze sharpens at the mention of Alec. “And have you talked to lover boy since the story broke?”

Shaking his head, Magnus sits back in his chair. He looks through his office window and everything seems the same. There are students milling about like zombies so early on a Monday morning and there’s the kid that’s always flying a kite in a dinosaur onesie.

On any other morning, it’d be more of the same.

Too bad that Magnus’s world has imploded.

“I left his place less than two hours ago,” Magnus says, gaze unseeing. “I only found out when I came to campus. I was passing the Student Center when their magazine stand caught my eye. I certainly didn’t expect to see myself on a cover.”

He chuckles humorlessly. “I haven’t been in a magazine since I was fifteen.”

“Is your career at risk?”

Magnus shoots him a look. “I have tenure so they can’t fire me, if that’s what you’re asking. Forget that I haven’t even done anything. No, I think I’d go so far as to say that I’ve just become the most sought after guest at conferences for the next little while. What is it they say? All publicity is good publicity?”

Ragnor is quiet and the silence starts grating on his nerves. He can’t believe how fast things went to shit, after all.

“Goddamnit,” Magnus mutters, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s bad enough that my past has come back to bite me in the ass. I always knew it would if I continued this thing with Alexander. What I can’t stand is that I wasn’t the one to tell him.”

Magnus looks at Ragnor, beseeching. “Alec had to find out that my dad’s a fucking con from someone else. From the press? From his PR team? It doesn’t matter-- all that matters is that I’ve probably ruined everything. Sometimes I hate my father so much I can taste it,” Magnus bitterly whispers and clenches his fist where it’s resting on the arm of his chair.

Taking a seat in front of Magnus’s desk, Ragnor takes his time thinking before looking up at Magnus. “What makes you so sure that you’ve ruined anything, friend? Surely if Alec is as great as you’ve been screeching about all this time then he won’t cast judgement so cavalierly?”

“What is there to judge? My dad is quite literally the worst crook Wall Street has ever seen. For Christ’s sake, his nickname is ‘The King of Wall Street.’ How does someone get that reputation,” Magnus demands before answering his own question. “They get it by being a cheat, by swindling hundreds and hundreds of people out of their money. Shit, he took savings from the elderly and college funds from middle-aged couples. He was a greedy bastard and he got what was coming to him.”

“That doesn’t mean that you should pay for what he did,” Ragnor says quietly. “You dad was a bastard. That shouldn’t reflect on you. If Alec is the man you say he is then he will see that, friend.”

“Yeah? And what if he doesn’t,” Magnus asks morosely.

“Then he doesn’t deserve you,” Ragnor snaps back impatiently. Magnus looks up to see Ragnor looking at him with fire in his eyes. “You’re a good man Magnus and I can’t stand that you let your father weigh you down like this.”

Magnus shoots him a dry look. “I think I’m incredibly well-adjusted for the shitstorm that was my adolescence.”

“Be that as it may, you’ve castigated yourself enough. I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you looked at Alec yesterday. From what I’ve seen, Lightwood seems like a decent enough man and anyone with eyes could see the way he’s smitten with you. I’m choosing-- shocking, I know-- to give the boy the benefit of the doubt.”

Thinking over Ragnor’s surprisingly impassioned speech, Magnus reaches for the phone on his desk on autopilot when it starts ringing.

“Bane,” he says, voice clipped.

“Dr. Bane, this is Elle Donovan from Celebrity Magazine--”

“No comment,” Magnus says coldly and hangs up without another word.

“The little parasites have already latched on to you,” Ragnor says easily.

Blowing out a breath, Magnus glares at the phone. “Goddamn rodents.”

“It looks like everything is out in the open now, at least. No matter how it was revealed, at least it’s no longer hanging over you and your relationship with Alec like a proverbial thundercloud.”

“You’re right,” Magnus drawls sarcastically. “Now instead of worrying about Alec’s reaction to learning about my past-- in which I envisioned that we would talk about things and, assuming he didn’t run as far away from me as he could get, we would sit down and formulate a plan to deal with the press-- I get to jump right to the inevitable break-up as well as deal with the fucking media frenzy at the same goddamn time.”

Ragnor raises a brow before standing and straightening his jacket. “I can see that you’re in no mood to listen to reason,” he sniffs. “I’ll leave you to your sulk and trust that you’ll deal with things without too much time spent crying into your damn hanky.”

“Like I have a choice,” Magnus mutters.

Ragnor ignores him. Making his way to the door of Magnus’s office, he spares a glance back.

“I know that this isn’t what you wanted and I know that you’ve been running from your past since the day you stepped foot onto Yale. I know that you had a bit of a misspent youth that’s easily forgiven. Alec makes you happy and I’d hate for you to end things before you even see what your boyfriend is thinking.

“As loathe as I am to admit it, there is rarely a silver lining that can’t be found. Talk to Alec and go from there. It doesn’t do anyone any good to decide the future before it’s even had a chance to play out. Talk to him,” Ragnor repeats and Magnus nods once.

“Thank you, Cabbage,” Magnus says softly.

Ragnor doesn’t say anything, just sends him one last piercing look before leaving Magnus’s office.

Sighing heavily, Magnus scrubs his hands over his face, makeup be damned. Looking at his clock, Magnus laughs a little incredulously that it’s still shy of eight in the morning.

He has class in half an hour and Magnus doesn’t even need to think about it before he’s opening an email and cancelling his classes for the day.

Just the thought of teaching to a room full of twenty year olds with such a white elephant hanging about ominously seems repulsive.

Standing, he picks up his bag-- that he hadn’t even had a chance to unpack-- and calls it a day, leaving his office and locking up.

He heads back to his apartment, hoping to fuck that he doesn’t run into anyone.

Magnus looks up from where he’d buried himself in work. The last of his revisions are due by the middle of August and he still has hundreds of pages to edit and review in the next two weeks.

Seeing that it’s late afternoon-- Magnus has successfully distracted himself for hours-- he stands, working out the kinks in his back from where he’s been bent pouring over his manuscript.

Looking through the peephole to ensure it’s not a particularly perseverent journalist, Magnus opens his door to see Cat and Madzie waiting in the hallway.

“Good afternoon. What are you two doing here,” he asks with an arched brow.

Rolling her eyes, Catarina moves past him as Madzie skips to the living room. “What do you think we’re doing here? The shit has hit the fan and what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t check in?”

“No, ‘I told you so?’”

Shaking her head fondly, Cat goes to sit down in the living room as Madzie goes to her cabinet and takes out some crayons and a coloring book, settling down in front of Cat to draw on the coffee table.

“I’m better than that,” Cat says dryly.

Magnus just sighs before sitting down in a chair. “You did warn me, though,” he admits.

Leaning forward, Cat rests a hand on Magnus’s knee. “Yeah, but even I thought you had more time.” She raises a brow. “You know who went to Aldertree, don’t you?”

“I’d have to be a fu-- fool not to,” Magnus scoffs, clearing his throat as he glances at Madzie.

Smile reaching her eyes, Catarina just shakes her head. “All this time and she just can’t help herself.”

"She did warn me in London. I probably should have seen this coming. Maybe I’m losing my touch,” Magnus mutters under his breath.

“Or,” Catarina draws out. “You’ve been a little preoccupied lately. It happens to the best of us,” she teases.

Magnus laughs a little. “Still,” he allows. “I feel like I should have known-- had a feeling, something-- that my world was about to implode.”

Cat shrugs as she leans down to pick up a crayon that fell to the floor. “The only thing you can do now is move forward. Deal with whatever happens and know that you aren’t alone. You have us, of course, but don’t forget that you have Alec.”

“Do I?”

Glaring, Catarina replies, “Yes, you stupid man. You do. Until Alec explicitly ends things, he’s in your corner. From what I’ve seen, I hardly think that an opportunistic viper is going to make him tuck tail and run. He’s made of sterner stuff than that and you do both yourself and him a disservice thinking otherwise.”

“But I didn’t tell him, Cat," Magnus implores. "He found out from someone else and you can’t tell me that doesn’t cast things in a dark light.”

“Please, Magnus. Like we don’t all have things in our past that we’d rather not see the light of day. Like Alec Lightwood doesn’t understand that.”

“Cat,” Magnus says, tone soaked in self-deprecation. “We literally talked about this a few days ago-- about his reputation and insecurity surrounding his career. He’s been used in the past and was rather jaded. I talked him down and we reached an understanding. I said that I didn’t want his money, that I was far more concerned with the person behind the wallet.”

“Well, there we go, then,” Cat exclaims. “He knows your intentions and that you aren’t just another bottom-feeder.”

“Don’t you see, Catarina? I said all of that only for my past to blow up at the worst imaginable time and you must know that any sane person would have an unpleasant case of whiplash.”

Cat sends Magnus an arch look. “Not if that person was as smitten as your boy is over you.”

Magnus opens his mouth to retort but Cat beats him to it. “On the surface? Yeah, Magnus, it looks bad. I won’t lie about that. But that isn’t taking into consideration that you two have been friends for months and Alec should know better. He should at least talk to you before making any rash judgments.”

“I just don’t want to talk to him-- to have that conversation-- and have it be the end.”

“Sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do and sometimes people surprise you, even if you thought you had it all figured out,” Cat counters.

“What’s wrong?”

Magnus looks up from where he’d been brooding to see Madzie at his side. He smiles, smoothing a hand over her hair. “Some people found out some things about me that I’d rather they hadn’t. I’m a little afraid of what the consequences will be.”

Madzie hums a little as she thinks before her gaze snaps back to Magnus. “You’re always telling me that I have to be brave even when I don’t want to. Like, when I fell off my bike and didn’t want to get back on. You told me that I had to face my fears and I did! And now I love riding my bike in the park with Cindy.”

“Are you saying that I have to take my own advice?”

Madzie nods solemnly and Magnus smiles. It’s small, and a little defeated, but it’s there nonetheless.

With that, Catarina stands up, helping Madzie clean up her crayons. As she does so, the shifts so that she can see Magnus.

“When are you going to talk to him? You really can’t let this fester,” she warns.

Magnus opens his mouth to respond just as his phone vibrates. He looks over on autopilot and freezes when he sees the text message.

“Speak of the devil,” he murmurs and stares down at his phone, dread settling in his stomach like lead.

Magnus, when are you free? We need to talk.

#httbt #my writing #malec wip #malec fic

[lifeofbouyd]

Community Service

Most people think my life has only been about fun and sex but what they don’t know is, I was also a bad boy. I’ve been bad for as long as I can remember. Dodging class and picking fights since infant school. I was the legit bad apple in every school. I got kicked in 4th grade due to insubordination and violent acts against my peers. I’d knock out any body who thought they could take me for a fool, even teachers if they dared. I started a new school September morning on “chalk line”; one mistake and I’m out. I promised I would be a good boy, avoid arguments and fights at all cost. At least I tried, for a few hours lol. It was lunch time and I wasn’t the kind of guy who talked to people nor smiled as much as I do today. This guy Chad came came up to me with about six friends demanding my cup soup or they’ll beat me up. I laughed at them to the face. They must not have heard why I’m here, they must be joking.

Chad: Mi want yuh cup soup

Me: Leave me alone

Chad: Yuh tink u a bad man bwoy? Yuh know mi? A bet mi beat yuh up an tek yuh cup soup. I just sat there drinking my cup soup, premeditating who to kill first. He grabbed at my cup soup and I moved it.

Me: If yuh mek it bun mi jus know yuh dead

Again he grabbed at the cup soup but this time some spilled on my hand. I tossed it in his face without a second thought. Fuck my promise of being a good boy and avoiding arguments, I had to teach him a lesson. By the time he could get the noodles off his face I had already punched him several times in the face and slapped one of his friends under the throat. He laid there gasping for breath while I fought like hell against the other four. I was determined I wasn’t gonna loose this fight and if I did I should at least fuck them up in the process. Most these guys were older than I was and they had something to prove. For every kick and punch I threw I got several. Realizing I was loosing I grabbed Chad’s neck under my arm and punched him repeatedly while these guys kicked and punched me. The entire school was watching us fight and no one tried to part us. Seemed most of them were afraid of these boys. By the time the principal came to part us Chad’s nose was bleeding like a pipe, one laid on the ground gasping for air and for the others, most they’re clothes were torn.

Principal: Bouyd, you haven’t been here not even a day and already you’re in a big fight. What do you have to say for yourself?

Me: Sir it’s six of them against me. Should I sit and let them beat me?

Principal: Chad stretch your hands out, I told you not to come back to my office.

They received several slashes in their hands from the principal and I got away scratch free as it was six against one.

I knocked him out several times after that before we became friends. Everyone practically feared me and for who didn’t I’d beat them until they realized who’s don. My mom had to come to school every week for meetings as there was no getting me under control. I only lived by one rule; Smiths don’t loose fights and if I loose I’m not worthy of the name. Uncle had told me this when I got my ass kicked by a Rasta dude in 1st grade. Uncle was the kind of guy who allowed you to say whatever you want then knock you out when you least expect it. We were in several bar fights lol, we knocked people out for fun. I remember being in sixth grade beside Nicki when my Spanish teacher slapped me across the face, saying I should shut up. I thought I had said a “B” word as we were playing “B” box. But u had my “cree” on so even if I did no one should hit me. My face was numb and my temper rocketed. I turned around with a straight right and landing the teacher on her back. Again I was about to be expelled; but it wasn’t my fault. My anger got the best of me. I had to write an apology letter and read I in front of the entire school.

When I started high school it was the same. Fight on the first day. They tried sending me to boot camp several times but I was always no where to be found at the end of the school year. When I transferred in 2009 I linked up with guys that were just as messed up as me. This brought me down a road I thought I could never come back from. We decided what could and what could not be done and anybody had a problem had to go through us. At the end of lower nine we started a water war; an old habit I brought from my Old schools. We created chaos. Water bags rained all day long; fights broke all over the school and we had no pardon or care for anyone. Teachers, students and vendors got their fair share of watering. My friends Big Red and Fish Head had practically drowned three teachers that evening, they were soaked from head to toe. I begged them not to do it but they did any way. We thought that was the end of it but we got a surprise of a lifetime. Miss Bean decided she was a hero and I don’t know how she knew we were responsible for her getting wet, this woman attacked us on the hill with big stones lol. I wasn’t ready for this much drama and being a mad man I flipped. I was ready to knock her out. She claimed she’s gonna get me expelled because I’ve being doing nothing but create chaos in the school. I was the one begging my friends not to wet her and now she’s threatening me 🤬. I was gonna “fuck” her up then and there but my friends pulled me away.

I came back to school September morning not even thinking about her.

Principal: Bouyd Smith and his gang, see me after devotion or I’m sending all of you home. Through out lower nine we’ve always been called up in devotion for everything that’s bad so we thought it was just a regular call. We went to see him right after to find out what it is that he wanted.

Principal: So Mr Smith, I see you’ve become a disaster in my school. I’m gonna get rid of all of you. What do you have to say for yourself?

Me: What did we do this time sir?

Principal: You started a water war the last day of school and disrespected one of our teachers.

Me: Aré you sure that was me sir?

Principal: Once your gang is involved, you are to be held responsible. I’m expelling all of you and that’s final. Now this was my fourth time about to be expelled. I transferred on “chalk line” 🤦‍♂️. Where am I going to go this time?. I remembered I was warned by my therapist that if I get expelled from school I would be enrolled into juvenile school. I definitely wasn’t gonna go down like that.

Me: Sir, let’s make a deal

Principal: Whats that?

Me: If we get expelled we have no where else to go and eventually we would become menace to society and even to you and I’m sure you don’t want that. He nodded his head as if he was thinking about it. How about you give us some work to do and forget about the expulsion?

Principal: You know you’re a smart boy. I now see why you are the head of your crew. I do have some work for you guys. Come tomorrow with clothes for work.

The next morning we brought our clothes thinking that we were gonna probably clean out his garden or cleaned a few windows. This man wanted us to clear all the stones from the foot ball field and replant grass seeds through out the week 😳. Wtf?. We laughed until we cried because of course he was joking, there’s no way he could be serious, he must be paying us.

Me: Aré we getting paid sir?

Principal: Your pay will be staying in school. So we have a deal or do I sign your papers?.

Lol. He laughed while he said that. He was playing us like pro; either we do that or we’re out. I thought about it for a second, what’s the worst that could happen?. It’s not the end of the world so we decided to do it not realizing the amount of work there was to do. I had bargained for some path tickets for lunch to make it worth our while which we eventually got. But this was like hell, the hardest work I’ve ever done. We legit had to scrape the stones off the field and push them in a barrow all the way to the other end. By the end of the first day we were sore. It felt as if I was going to the gym, I could hardly bathe. I couldn’t even bang my chick in the evening. We got drunk on site the next day, we decided to drink our sorrows away. We had turn community service into fun fest; a little weed and a bottle a rum, even the man supervising us was drunk lol. Even though the work was hard, we made it a valuable experience.

Weeks later the field was one of the best fields in the parish and we were on the edge of another expulsion. It’s as if we were going backwards. I was then placed on probation; having to report to school early every morning and sign for each class I went to. My life was heading down the drain.

I wanted to fuck this girl Shanty who decided in order to bang her she needed my full attention. That entails spending my break and lunch time together and walking together in the evenings. That was an easy thing to do. After all it would be a 1 hit wonder then back to my old ways. Lol. There’s no way I was gonna let her hold me down, I had way too much chicks waiting for the dick for me to just settle with her. Funny thing is I did fall in love with her; way down deep, deep. We got so close that by the I realized most my friends had already done several community service and some even got expelled. The gang had split into several gangs and I was still the center piece. We skipped school Wednesdays after lunch to hit the river side as this was our sex ground. Again I landed another community service and by year-end even she got expelled. I guess that was the eye opener for me. Most my friends and my girl got expelled for insubordination, fighting, skipping classes and having alcoholic beverages on the premises. No matter what they thought they had on me, I had solutions to the problems. I was the only one from the gang that remained till 11th grade and also the first to receive a graduation letter. The difference between me and my friends was that even though I was a bad boy I always did my work and I could talk my way out of any trouble. Even when the principal caught me with my phone I gave him so many excuses he just let me go. He even caught me dealing cards in literature class once and he still couldn't pin a crime on me. I simply reminded him he was the one who said I should join the games club in order to be eligible for probation reversal lol. His face sunk when he realized he again lost. To be honest, I didn't expect to change as much as I have today. Thank God for therapy I guess. Sober at last.

Throughout chapters to come you’ll see how it all unfolded. #changesinlife

[dairy-of-fucking-isolation]

DAY 2 - 17th MARCH

You know the news. The world is ending or just going on a weird loop in a way that none of us expected, anticipated or requested. 

Maybe planet Earth needed this, who the fuck knows. 

This dairy - yes i know it is supposed to be diary but i hate dairy so out of hate I made it even more significant it’s to memorise and to document what is currently happening. The situation changes every single day or almost every single hour so if there’s anything you were planning to tell your unborn and not conceived yet children this is the thing you will be telling them for sure. Create stuff, make notes, send a letter to a pigeon whatever floats your boat. 

There we were in the beginning of 2020, starting the year with a hope that this year will be our year and we can carpe diem every bit of it. Yes Brexit is horrid, and yes we all hate Trump and yes it’s all going to shit, but we have just made some plans. We just went through a counselling session and want to start a better chapter and make sure we are on the right track. We booked some tickets! Fuck yes we booked some tickets and trips, we will go places, we will see things, we will take shitloads of photos and posted on insta and hashtag out every little piece of the scenery, and we will book tickets to gig, and we will book tickets to see our family. We will be in this machine of plan makings, little hamsters running in their cage of commitment and paying bills and yolo the fuck out of what we’ve got. Then boom! Unexpected happened yet again, and all our plans have been burned to the bottom or just someone added mentos to our bottle of Coke and we are exploding in a sweet, dizzy mess avoiding touching our faces. 

Today is only the second day of the official quarantine. Bo-Jo finally decided yesterday that we should stay home if possible. Still not all the right decisions have been made. However, this diary (dairy) is not the political one and not about making some theories or explaining how everything is supposed to work and what is the best way to deal with a pandemic. This is a document of my own experience. 

32 year old since only just yesterday. What a weird time to have your bday ha! Does anyone even care? Yes people still do, but have no clue what to do with this weird ball of fluff and emotions. 

Recently we don’t want to socialise as much, we are running around chasing our own tails and making plans on google calendar checking when we can see our mates and we are texting that we’re not feeling well and in reality we just can’t be bothered to talk and socialise. Suddenly the power of the virus is taking away this control and decisions away from us and we realise we are people person and we need each other. Staying together alone, singing songs on the balconies etc. 

What is happening today? What I've seen today? 

I did some yoga in the garden, it was sweet. The sun was shining in the very end of our garden, the chairs sitting in the corner were trying to catch every single ray of it. When I wasn't staring at Adrienne telling me on her YT channel what move to do next I was looking at the sky and planes’ little cloudy tales crossing each other on the blue canvas of sky. It felt good, it was nice. I do have a photo proof of it, taken by my flatmate who came back home quicker as since today she’s wfh. I won’t post it, because it’s a very weird pose and shows my bottoms in the way I didn't expect to see it. Therefore it will be only for me to see. Sorry not sorry. 

I decided the most important thing in all of this is to have some sort of routine otherwise it will be just Sunday 1 and Sunday 48 in a minute, and we will be eating bad news all day and then shitting it out using all this toilet paper everyone is buying so desperately. 

Situation in tesco around 5pm was more empty than yesterday. All the red chili is gone, people still don’t want to buy mushrooms, no eggs in the eyesight, alcohol is still there and winking to us. Notes outside closed restaurants are trying to be positive, our neighbours started a whatsapp group for our street which is sweet and great. The sense of community is what we would buy on amazon right now and ask to be delivered to us in the next 24h.  

Will this forever change human contact? I bet there will be a dance when people are not supposed to touch each other. I just hope they won’t call it ‘ Wuhan dance’. We are all already expecting a flood of short movies telling tales of using condom with Hinge and Tinder flavour. Maybe people will be just sex calling and sharing videos of wanking off fest? 

Only the future will tell. That bitch has seen it all.

Over and out from day 2 of sitting on my ass at home. 

P.S considering ordering two desks at ikea so me and Jess can sit in our garden and work from there

P.P.S WFH home joke ‘ is it home time yet?’ 

[homehomebreezy]

8

ROYCE SR

 “HELLO” I said looking around and I heard small feet come running and I saw my grandson Alex.

 “Papa” Alex said and came to I picked him up and hugged him.

“Alex where did you go” Troy said walking towards the door and when he saw me he gave me a smile. “Dad hey what are you doing here” he came to me and dapped me.

“I knew yall was here so I wanted to see my family I haven’t seen your mother yet. Aiden and Adrian are both outside with Salvatore. Who still mad at me” I said putting Alex down.

“Yea, him and Royce got into a fight about it but that’s for another day. So good to see dad, you looking healthy” Troy said bumping my shoulder with his fist.

“Those 2 are like an old married couple they love each other then they fight each other then they go back to loving each other” I said and we both laughed. “Where’s Sammy at?”

“Ummm I don’t know here somewhere” Troy said then all my grandkids came running to me.

“PAPA” they all said and I knelt down hugging, kissing them all smiling, they all was talking at once.

“Okay, okay how yall doing, yall looking good” I said touching their faces.

“What you get us” Tony asked smiling.

“What I’m not good enough?” I asked they all giggled.

“You are but what did you get us” Asia said pouting.

“Okay okay don’t make that face let’s see what I got” I said sliding a bag in front of me. I opened it and started pulling out toys handing them out getting hugs as I gave out toys.

“What about Ally?” Antoinette asked

“Here it is one for her” I said and Antoinette kissed my cheek and left. Looked and saw a little girl standing there looking sad.

“Hey what’s your name?” I asked she walked closer.

“Brooklyn” Brooklyn said in a low voice.

“Hey I heard about you, welp I’m Royce” I said holding out my hand and she shook it. “Call me Papa” I said and she nodded then looked at my bag then back at me.

“Toy?” Brooklyn asked and I looked up at Troy who was smiling.

“Of course I got one for you, I knew you was going to be here” I said getting the toy out handing it to her, she took it and gave me a hug.

“Thank you” Brooklyn said running off. I stood up and walked to the living room.

“Where Ciara, Dakota, Dylan and Jr and Roystun at?” I asked putting my bag back down.

 “Ciara is upstairs I think Royce is out back, I’ll go her” Troy said going upstairs and I heard the kids playing so I walked to the den where they was playing.

“Sr.” a voice said as I got closer.

 “Char lovely lady how you doing” I said Char came to me giving me a big hug.

 “I’m great good to see you, haven’t seen you in a few weeks” Char said

 “Yea been busy. Hi Tiff” I said she smiled walking to me hugging me too.

 “Hey Sr looking good so no woman haven’t scooped you up huh?” Tiff asked

“Nope they can’t catch a playa” I said we all laughed.

“Thanks for the toys” Tiff said

“No problem” I said

“They don’t need shit from you” Salvatore said walking up behind me, when he went to walk pass me I put my foot out tripped me. I tripped him enough to make him stumble and all the kids laughed, I smiled at him when he turned around looking at me. I jumped at him and he flinched, I kept smiling.

“Punk ass” I said

 “What?” Salvatore said

 “You don’t wanna go there with me not in front of your kids” I warned him but I saw the air he took in and I knew what was coming next.

“Or what?” Salvatore  asked and before he could let that next breath out I was on him had him in a chokehold. I pulled him down to the floor, my chokehold was tight, Salvatore was kicking his legs the kids thought we were playing so they was laughing.

 “See this shit I could snap your shit in front of your kids and they wouldn’t know what happen” I whispered in his ear.

“Dad” a voice said and I looked behind me and saw Jr he was smiling coming right to me I smiled back once he got to me. I let Salvatore out of the chokehold throwing him roughly to the ground. Standing up once Jr got to me we hugged tight, smiling hard as hell, while Salvatore was coughing and Tiff was helping him.

 “What happen to him?” Jr asked

“Nothing just having some fun with him” I said as we both looked at him.

“Punk ass.” Jr said we both started laughing leaving the den.

 “Royce” Aiden said

“Little brothers” Jr said going to them he pick Aiden up and throw him to the ground and start play wrestling with him and Adrian jumped in. I stood there watching and laughing, they tried to jump him but he was whipping them both.

 “Get ‘em Jr, take their asses out” I said laughing and Sammy and Stun came running downstairs jumping in it. I was enjoying it they was acting like kids again but Jr and Stun wasn’t losing just they tried to team up on them.

“Sal go help look at them” Char said and that’s when Salvatore  ran to them getting in the mix.

 “HEY, HEY WHAT ARE YALL DOING STOP BEFORE YALL BREAK SOMETHING” Ciara said

 “They not fighting for real” I said and she looked at me smiling walked to me and hugged me. “Hey princess how you been doing?”

 “Good daddy, stop it yall going to pay for one of these lamps if you break it.” Ciara said they finally stopped and they all was laughing. Jasmine, Jamie and Dakota, Dylan came I hugged them all, happy to see my kids.

“So is that beautiful woman of you’re here? Yall still together?” I asked hugging Ciara again.

“Yes Sara she’s upstairs sleeping. So what about you have any woman snatched you up yet?” Ciara asked

“Nope, I won’t let any either I’m still waiting on this one woman to give in to me” I said and Ciara,  Jasmine, Jamie and Dakota, Dylan moved to stand in front of me. They was staring me down. “What?”

“Who this woman? She got kids?” Ciara asked and I smiled at her then tapped her nose.

“Princesses, princesses mind yall business” I said walking around them.

“That’s a yes” Ciara said laughing I walked to my sons all was talking and I stood next to Jr who throws his arm around me.

“You heavy as hell nigga” Jr said pushing Aiden with his left hand laughing.

“What you expect me to not get some weight on me, I know yall like fucking with me cause I’m the youngest.” Aiden said they all laughed.

“So why the fuck are you here again?” Salvatore asked looking at me.

“Cause I invited them little brother quit being a punk ass and acting like that shit if my ass have to take time off of fucking work to be here with this bullshit, then they do too, yall should have called him first” Jr said pushing Aiden in the face.

 “What nigga you could have asked us if we wanted him here?” Salvatore said

 “Now why would I do some shit like that for this is my fucking house and this is our daddy he need to know about mama.” Jr said

 “fuck your house and” Salvatore  said

“Nigga pump your fucking breaks right there okay, this is my shit and if you don’t like it get you, your bitch and your kids and go stay at Mama’s house” Jr said I couldn’t help but to smile when Salvatore looked at me then Jr.

“Really you going to talk like this to me when he’s around and when he’s not here we’re friends” Salvatore said

“Man fuck” Jr said but stopped when he looked at me and I shook my head no. “I’m just saying let’s worry about why we’re here, if you don’t wanna talk to daddy then don’t okay. We’re going out back okay” me and Jr walked away, right outside.

 “You did good in there son, didn’t blow up on him. You always been a good boy, who’s a good man… not like Salvatore’s punk ass you’re a man next time I don’t want you to talk, just take his ass out.” I said patting his shoulders and he nodded then smiled.

We sat down outside and was talking about random stuff, nothing was off limits but I made sure I told him how I felt about him and how his life is going.

“Out of all my kids you’re the one I’m most proud of, look at you famous ass got a lot of shit going on partnering in clubs, clothing line, gala’s selling your artwork.. I bet you fucking some bad bitches huh?” I asked he just smiled and turned his head.

“Daddy” he said

“I saw that picture of you and that light skin chick is she here?” I asked

“Nawl she ain’t here I broke shit off with her like a month ago” he said

“Yea, why?” I asked

“Cause she was using me, fucking me and fucking me crazy man.. She got the nerve to tell me that I can’t dump her cause she’s in love with me. I was like bitch please you see your meal ticket leaving and now you wanna yell out that ^IN LOVE^ lie to me. I’m not fucking stupid. My daddy didn’t raise a nigga to fall for shit like that” he said

“Damn right my nigga. Being in love is all good but as long as it’s with the right one” I said then the back door opened up and this beautiful woman stepped out, me and Jr stood up. “Hello” I reached out my hand and so did she, as she shook my hand.

 “Hi, ummm Royce I was coming to ask who gave Brooklyn the toy?” the lady asked

“That was me” I said she looked at me and smiled.

 “Oh ok” the lady said

 “Hey she’s not your daughter okay so don’t come checking about a toy that’s my job and this is my dad, dad this is Del” he said and I saw the bright smile turned dim.

“I see you heard about me huh, well know that I was and I am always good to my boy here…. I love my son right here so much. I would give my life for his” I said and she nodded. “I’ll protect him to the death as old as his ass is now; if he needed to come home and live off of me. I would let him; I would take care of my son, that’s what good fathers do right?”

“Right dad” he said smiling

“I was also coming out here to see was you going back tonight to see your mom, cause after the kids are down for a nap the guys are going back seeing if you wanted to go.” Del said

“Okay I’ll go back I guess” he said

“I’ll be going to, let me go in and get myself something to eat.” I said going in. I went into the kitchen and got me something to eat I was in there by myself when I got done eat Brooklyn came into the kitchen asking for some juice.

After I got it for her I put her in my lap and pulled out my phone and played videos for her.

After about 10 minutes she was out sleeping good. I didn’t wanna move him so I left her sleeping on me. Salvatore, Del and Tiff came walking into the kitchen.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING WITH HER IN YOUR LAP” Salvatore yelled coming to me getting her handing her to Del.

“What she came in here and got some juice and fell asleep what?” I asked getting up.

 “Yea right you didn’t do shit to her?” Salvatore asked walking to me. Before I could say anything Salvatore was pulled out of the kitchen and Jr was face to face with him.

 “Nigga calm that shit down quit trying to fight my daddy nigga” he said

“What nigga he had Brooklyn in his lap” Salvatore said

 “And calm that shit down my nigga cause if you run up on my daddy again. I’m fucking you up on sight” he said and Salvatore walked away.

 “Punk ass” he and I said at the sametime.

 “Royce he was holding her sleeping in--” Del said

 “So what he wouldn’t do anything to his grandkids and SHE IS NOT YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER!!” he said walking from her. And walked away, I just shook my head I couldn’t believe it I would never hurt my grandchild.

[tessatechaitea]

Teen Titans Spotlight #12: Wonder Girl

All Donna has to do is pretend that her grip slip and she's done with this jerk!

Like I'm going to believe Terry Long has any friends!

Look how excited Terry is to show Donna proof that he has a friend! What a sad sack of potatoes! He's worse than Ross from Friends! Donna reads the letter and is all, "This sure looks like your handwriting, Terry." And Terry is all, "As Icki Mudd, I had to learn to write like Captain Midnight! For secret missions!" Donna fingers her lasso of truth while I get distracted from writing this dialogue because I used the verb fingered so here's there actual conversation which is practically the one I was going to write anyway.

Shit is going down!

This is really good Terry Long fan-fiction. Everybody reading comic books forever has always known that Terry Long is a piece of shit. But he's almost constantly written by Marv Wolfman, the one guy who thinks Terry Long is a fucking catch (if I don't say this in a parenthetical reference, somebody else will say it in the comments so "because Terry Long is totally Marv Wolfman"). Moench even makes a point of having Terry Long mention the book he's never going to finish because he keeps expecting Donna to help him with her knowledge of the ancient characters gained through personal relationships. I believe he even loses his professorship due to never finishing the book. And this is why! Because he was just using the idea of it as an excuse to go get drunk with an old friend and maybe jerk each other off like old times.

Arguments Over Breakfast Starring Donna and Terry. I could read an entire series of just this. It's delicious.

Donna walks over to Titans Tower to smash things in the Smash Things Simulator while thinking, "If this man I thought was a sensitive feminist is actually a fucking loser boy in a squishy man's body, what if all men are just as terrible?!" If Donna were a video game character, she would level up five times from this realization. Everybody is selfish but somehow men manage to be even more selfish than women. It's a pretty good feat and I don't know how they accomplish it. Being raised under the Patriarchy, I guess? "But not all men," think the men who are only thinking about themselves and how not selfish they are. The problem is that Terry and Donna can spend a week fucking any time! But when is Terry going to get to fuck his old friend from childhood?! Practically never, that's when! How can Donna blame him for not wanting to miss this opportunity? Would she expect Terry to understand if she had to interrupt a blow job to go save the multiverse?! I don't know if the comparisons track logically but I don't have time to consider my words. Let's move on! While Donna is away, Terry rushes off to El Salvador. I don't know how long Donna is working out her frustrations before she gets back home but it seems to already be too late. Somehow in that time, he's phoned a travel agent, purchased tickets, hailed a cab, got to the airport, waltzed through 1987 security, waited for the flight, boarded, waited on the tarmac due to engine trouble, had to deplane, boarded a new plane, and took off to El Salvador! Donna did have to spend a little time realizing there was a secret Captain Midnight message encoded in the letter that said, "Hey! Fuck up! Stop thinking about jerking me off, you gay! I've been kidnapped by drug lords! Send the Justice League!" but since she thinks, "Bingo! On the first try," after decoding it, I think she could have caught up with Terry at the airport. Don't cancel me over the "you gay" bit in the message from Terry's friend. Remember that they were best friends and this is 1987. We're lucky the entire letter wasn't homosexual references! Once Terry gets to El Salvador, he finds out that his friend, Dennis Heiman, hasn't been in his hotel for a week. So being the great explorer he totally knows he is, Terry marches off into the jungle to find his friend.

"Sure, it's almost certainly a path created by a dangerous creature or armed drug lords but on the super off-chance it is Denny's path, won't he be fucking surprised!"

Terry Long gets caught by some drug lords and now Donna has to save him. Oh man is she going to have some great ammunition for their next fight over breakfast!

Wait. Do they have a running argument about which one of them is most like Tarzan? I just learned more than I wanted about their sex life.

Terry runs for his life while Donna deflects bullets. She doesn't strategically let one that will hit him in the ass get by because she's a better spouse than I would be. But Terry still pays for his matrimonial crimes when he falls in a pit. The good guys with guns who are only running drugs and making their community a dangerous hellhole because they live in poverty run away when they realize that their guns aren't killing Wonder Girl like they're supposed to. What good is a gun if it can't kill the person who should keep minding their own business instead of ruining your livelihood?! Stupid assault rifles! Now that all the people who love guns more than anything aren't reading this because I used the term "assault rifle," it's time for cupcakes! I wish I could pass out cupcakes online. Nothing would bring me more joy than denying people I don't agree with cupcakes. Oh, except maybe the cupcake! Donna follows Terry down the hole and thinks, "Why is this pit here? Oh, I bet it was a secret passageway Mayan priests used to reach the temples and make their 'magical' appearances." So she already knows more about Mayans than Terry does. She realized Terry isn't going to be able to finish the book no matter what the subject is so she's already begun research on the new project he just proposed over that morning's breakfast. But what she finds at the other end of the tunnel is disturbing (but for Marv Wolfman only).

Is this what people online call "fan service"?

I just tore out the last eight pages of the comic book. Does that make the death of Terry Long canon? Teen Titans Spotlight #12: Wonder Girl: A+! I can't believe it! The death of Terry Long! What a bold move to place in an ancillary Teen Titans series! This issue must be worth five figures! Mostly because I have the only copy. It really does read better if you stop at page fourteen. Because who wants to read page fifteen where Terry has to explain to Donna why he hid in the Mayan Beheaded Magic Trick Box? I mean Illusion Box. I bet he was thinking, "Just wait until Donna sees me dead! Then she'll be sorry for getting upset with my misogyny over breakfast! That'll show her! Man, I'm really hard right now!"

Notice how Donna destroys the guns after saying, "Murderers." Checkmate people who say guns don't kill people, people kill people.

Donna might also have killed the guys holding the guns. It's hard to tell because the coloring of the dimly lit cave might just be obscuring the blood and brains that are almost certainly leaking from their bodies. Maybe Batman couldn't kill Joker even after Joker killed Robin but Donna's no Batman. Of course, Terry Long is no Robin (even a Jason Todd Robin). So is he worth Donna killing for? It's a philosophical conundrum that most people will conclude "no" is the proper answer almost immediately. So I might have used the word "conundrum" too rashly. Terry accidentally became trapped in the Mayan Illusion so I guess Donna can't be too angry at him.

Okay, now she can be mad at him.

It looks like Donna's flashing Terry in the above image and he totally frightened by what he's seeing. It is now canon that Wonder Girl's lady parts have blistered tentacles and maybe a small beak. I don't understand Terry's line about girls wearing girdles. Is it a feminist saying? Maybe he just made it up in his terror at seeing her squawking nether regions? The drama isn't finished even though I finished my review a few paragraphs ago. When it becomes so intense that Terry and Donna believe their lives might actually be in danger, the story gets really fucking disgusting.

Oh god. I did not need the image of Terry's boner rubbing against Donna's thighs as he smears his filthy facial hair all over her iron face.

I was being less disgusting than the actual panel by suggesting he was just rubbing his cock against her through their clothing. Upon rereading those narration boxes, I think they actually just fucked. "No time for tenderness" has to be code for a quickie, right? I think the next page is proof of that theory:

Terry puts his dick away as Donna thanks him for the "we almost died" sex. Of special note: Terry thinks you can start a campfire with a condom.

Donna kills a bunch of drug lords in a fiery explosion but she says "They probably all got knocked out by the shockwave!" to assuage her guilty conscience. She's definitely read Batman's best selling book, One Thousand Ways to Convince Yourself and Others That You've Never Killed Anybody. While a lot of the reasons are "If doctors didn't stop the internal bleeding in time, maybe the violent thug should have purchased better insurance that allowed for a better hospital with a more competent staff" and "Dying of complications from losing a spleen to a batarang are completely the fault of the person who didn't take the proper care for a person who is living without a spleen," quite a few of the reasons boil down to "Did you see anybody dead that couldn't have more probably been unconscious when you left the scene? Because I sure didn't and I have bat eyes!" Batman then had to release a follow-up novel due to the reaction of his book on Twitter. He called it, Contrary to Popular and Stupid Opinions, Bats Actually Have Great Eyesight. Anyway, they save Terry's best friend who isn't imaginary at all.

While hanging out with Terry, Donna often entertains herself by thinking stupid jokes.

Teen Titans Spotlight #12: Wonder Girl Rating: F! Terry didn't die after all! Poop!

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