#confession 2123

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“In my opinion, I think pairs like Luz x Hunter, Amity x Willow, and Luz x Willow are better and more plausible. However, I’m still satisfied and happy with Lumity and I can respect it as a pair because we need more LGBTQIA+ representation. Not to mention that it's pretty decent as a pair. Lumity isn’t bad at all, and I’d rather have that than no rep at all.”

#lumity #lullow #luz x hunter #luz x willow #lunter #amity x willow #amity blight #willow park #luz nozeda #hunter #hunter clawthorne #the owl house #toh #the owl house confessions #western magical girl confessions #confession 2123 #shipping #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq rights

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

C/W ::: In NO particular order ::: Soft, sweet. Kats and y/n missing each other. Turns to more than soft and sweet. Mild masturbation mentions, mutual masturbation -> F!orgasm, P->V, recording herself for Kats, a fun little set up that's been bubbling around in my mind for a couple of weeks now. They're happily ever after whatever.

WC ::: 2123

Proofread one or twice. Sorry if I missed anything horrific.

Katsuki was out of town on a week long mission. He had been gone for almost 4 days now and you missed him so much it hurt. He missed you, too. Your touch, your smile, and the sound of your voice. But what you sent him made him miss you even more.

He was just getting into his room for the day. You'd messaged him earlier that you were going to send him something. But you were going to wait until he was in for the night. You both knew he couldn't wait to watch it until he was in for the evening. So you told him to let you know when to send it (for real - not 'oh yeah, I'm totally in my room now, babe.').

"Hi Kats. I know you're not going to be home for 3 more days or so. But I miss you, baby. I miss you ... so, so much. So I thought that I could do a little something for you. Y'know, just in case you miss me, too. I hope y'like it. I hope you come home soon. I love you so much an' I miss you more, baby. Come back to me quick, Kats. I fucking love you so much, Dynamight."

You left the camera on top of the dresser as you went out of the shot to change into a set of bright orange lingerie. You remember him saying once how he loved the color against your skin.

You started to record the video in front of a mirror, so he could see your whole body moving beautifully to the music (to his favorite song). Your hips swayed to the beat, your ass jiggled with every movement, and your tits bounced deliciously.

Katsuki was already feeling himself getting flustered. He reached down and pushed the growing tent in his pants back as best he could, imagining it was your hand reaching to touch him as he watched you dance. You were so fucking hot to him, and he wanted nothing more than to be with you right now.

He was so pissed that he was the one who had to be sent on this stupid task. But it was all part of the job. Katsuki knew this. It still made him mad that he had to watch you through the screen of his phone (though he'd watch it on the tiny screen of an iPod if he had no other options).

He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out, giving it a few strokes while he watched you dance for him. He imagined you on your knees in front of him, sucking and licking him as he ran his fingers through your hair and brushed your cheek with his fingertips.

You danced around in front of the camera some more and you continued talking to him.

"Do you remember the night we met? It was in July and god, it was so hot outside. We were out with our friends. You with yours and me with mine. And I saw you pouting in the corner. You looked like a kid who was just put in a time-out."

You laughed as you recalled the memory and then your smile dropped. You missed him so much right now. So much more than you have ever before when he's out on a job.

"Kats, I miss you so much. I don't know if I can wait for you to come home, baby." You shook yourself out and got back to swinging your hips around for him. "I have a confession to make, I watched you so closely that night. I needed to run into you. So I watched and waited for you to head to the bar and I walked up to stand next to you and said 'I'll have what he's having' and the bartender handed me an ice water."

He snorted out a laugh as the memory surfaced for him. "Tch, that dumbass gave you one of those stupid umbrellas and a mashed cherry 'n I sent that shit right back and told him to fix it." He stopped stroking himself at the thought of first meeting you. It made his heart ache, your absence was hitting him harder than it usually does this time around, too.

You continued, "Anyway, the crappy little umbrella and the cherry that looked like it'd been through a round or 2 with a blender. You had such a hissy fit about that for me. Oh man, and you were so pissed when I told you I didn't even like cherries." 

You stopped dancing and got right in the lens of the camera and just talked to him.

"When I finally convinced you that I didn’t give a shit about the stupid cherry, you loosened up a bit and started talking with me instead of just at me, hah! I knew right then, that night, I knew that I was going to fall for you. Did you know you were going to fall for me, too, Kats? What are you doing right now? Are you ... touching yourself? What are you thinking about?"

You backed away from the camera and he let out a low growl when he saw you'd taken your bra off.

"Call me, Kats. Call me right now, baby. Please ... I need to hear your voice."

You had been waiting for this. And the call you'd been hoping for finally, finally came. You smiled to yourself knowing that he was watching the little clip you'd sent him and that he was at the part where you told him to call you. You couldn't wait to talk to him.

"Hi." You said.

"I'm thinking about how you taste, babe. Your lips, your neck, your pussy."

You shivered at his words and you started to feel that familiar tingling sensation between your legs. "Kats, you know I can't help myself when you talk dirty like that."

"Yeah? You getting wet for me? Show me, baby."

You took your phone off speaker and put it up to your ear. "Hold on a sec, Kats. I just gotta get comfy."

You moved to the bed and pulled your panties off. "Okay, baby. I'm ready for you."

"Good, I'm so ready for you. I've been hard since I opened that video. You look so fucking hot. And then you told me to call you. Fuck, you're so sexy."

You could hear the sound of him stroking himself through the phone. It turned you on so much that you couldn't help but moan as your fingers slipped between your thighs.

"Wan' you so bad, Kats." You whined. "I miss your cock, baby. I miss your hands on me. I miss your lips on my skin. I miss the way you make me feel. I miss everything about you, Kats. Fuck, I'm so wet."

"Yeah? Tell me what you're doing, babe. Tell me how it feels."

"I'm rubbing my clit, Kats. It feels so good, baby." You moaned into the phone and you heard him moan back at you.

"You getting close, babe? You gonna cum for me? I wanna hear it, I want you to cum for me right now."

"I-I'm close, Kats. Oh fuck, I'm so close." A beeping in the background started and you groaned and told him to hold on a second, that you had something to take care of really quick. "Baby, don't move a muscle. Don't go anywhere, ok? I'll be right back."

He looked so sad as you put the phone down.

"Right ... back," you said.

He nodded.

His head shot up at the knock on his door. "NO, no thank you. I don't need towels or ... I don't need anything. BYE! Fuckin' read the sign on the door. Do not disturb. Fuck's sake."

Another knock. He was getting pissed. He pulled his pants up and dropped his phone on the bed, and then he went to the door and yanked it open.

"What the actual fuck is your problem?" He shouted. "Can't you see I'm ---" he stopped when he saw you standing there, holding your coat open, wearing the same lingerie you had on in the video.

A sly, shit-eating grin crept across his flushed face.

"I can ... you gonna invite me in so I can too?"

He grabbed your arm and yanked you inside, slamming the door behind you and pressing you roughly against it.

"Fuck, I missed you so much," he said as he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume.

"I missed you, too, Kats. So fucking much." You kissed him. You missed the way his lips felt against yours. You missed the way his tongue slipped between them and teased you.

Katsuki slid his hands down your back and cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze before lifting you up onto his waist.

"Wh-what are you doing here? How'd you know where - who did you -?"

"I'm here because I missed you. I talked to the agency and they told me. More specifically, your secretary. She told me what room she'd booked for you and booked one for me right across the hallway. She deserves a raise." You told him between kisses.

"Fuck, she's gettin' one. Paid vacations ... whatever she wants. C'mere, c'mere.” He carried you to the bed and laid you down, slotting himself between your legs. “You still wet for me, baby? Did you finish?"

"No, I didn't. I wasn’t going to without you." You started to pull your coat and lingerie off and he watched with his mouth open and his dick straining in his pants. "Get naked, Kats. I wanna see you, baby."

He stripped as quickly as he could, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. He stepped towards you and you both reached for each other. Your hands found his cock and he moaned as you started to stroke him. His fingers found their way between your legs, and he started to rub your clit.

"Oh my god, Kats. I missed your hands so much. Don't stop."

"I won't, I promise. I won't stop until you cum, baby." He kept rubbing as he moved his mouth to your breasts, sucking and licking your nipples.

"Nghh, that feels so good, baby. I'm gonna cum for you. I'm gonna --" you arched your back and cried out as you came. Katsuki kept rubbing as you shook in his arms.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Fuck, I love you so much. You're so fucking hot, babe."

You smiled at him and then pushed him back onto the pillows.

"You didn't think we were done, did you? Not until you fuck me, Kats."

He grinned again as he lay back. "Then what are you waiting for? Get on me, baby."

You straddled his hips and eased down onto his cock.

"Fuck, Kats."

He hissed through his teeth as he watched himself disappear into your body. You swallowed him so completely.

"You feel so good, babe. I missed you. You missed me filling you up like this, huh? You missed my cock in you, baby?"

"Ohhh, I missed your cock so fucking much, Kats. I've been thinking about you fucking me every night since you left."

You started to move on him. Slowly at first, but then you picked up the pace. Katsuki held your hips as you bounced on his dick.

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Fuck me harder."

"Oh my god, Kats. You feel so good in me, baby. I missed you so much. I missed this, I missed us, I missed everything about you, Kats. I love you so fucking much."

You were starting to get close again and Katsuki could tell. He wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you down on him harder and faster.

"That's it, baby. Cum on m-… cum for me. Cum all over my cock. I'm so fucking close, too."

You cried out as you came for the second time, and Katsuki couldn't hold back anymore. He came inside of you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself.

You collapsed on top of him, both of you panting and sweaty. Katsuki held you tight and kissed you all over your face.

"I missed you so much, Kats. So fucking much."

"I'm so glad you're here, baby." He smiled. "Me too. I love you."

You smiled back at him and kissed him. You both knew that you had the whole night to stay there, to be tangled up in each other. Tomorrow you had to head back home.

And you both intended to make the most of the time you had with the other until the sun came up.

Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @millennialmagicalgirl @arlerts-angel @dreamcastgirl99

#katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #mha katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #mha katsuki #mha katsuki bakugo #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x you #bnha katsuki bakugou #bnha katsuki #f reader

[waywardnerd67]

2022 SPN Christmas Bingo Masterlist

This Means War – Jensen Ackles x Reader Squared Filled: Christmas light fight Summary: Jensen has declared war on their Christmas lights. Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 472

Snow Globe – Dean Winchester x Reader Squared Filled: First Snowfall Summary: Headed back from a hunt, Dean pulls over when it starts snowing. Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 834

Is This Real? – Dean Winchester x Reader Squared Filled: Witches Spell Summary: Dean gets the surprise of his life when (Y/N) suddenly shows up on his doorstep. Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut Word Count: 2123

Cupcake Wars – Jensen Ackles x Reader Squared Filled: Baker!Jensen AU Summary: Jensen has to team up with his rival for a charity event. Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1260

Santa Baby – Jensen Ackles x Reader Squared Filled: Photographs Summary: Jensen finds his best friend’s Christmas boudoir photos. Warnings: Fluff/Smut/Infertility Word Count: 3165

Extra Dessert – Dean Winchester x Reader Squared Filled: Day After Christmas Summary: Dean has to go out to return a few presents. Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 935

Mountain Man – Jensen Ackles x Reader Squared Filled: Skiing Summary: A skiing trip with all their friends leads to a near death confession. Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count:

Back Roads – Dean Winchester x Reader Squared Filled: Roads Closed Summary: A freak blizzard has Dean and (Y/N) stuck down a back road. Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut/Body Image Struggles (Female & Male) Word Count:

Holiday Blues – Dean Winchester x Reader Squared Filled: Taking the decorations down Summary: (Y/N) is excited to finally take down all the Christmas decorations but notices Dean’s sudden mood change as she makes her way into the Dean Cave. Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Implied Smut Word Count:

#spnchristmasbingo #spnchristmasbingo masterlist

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Feelings

by Athena101016

Placed after season 6 finale….

 Kara finally confesses what she feels for Lena.

Words: 2123, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Zor-El, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen (Supergirl TV 2015)

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Lena Luthor/Kara Zor-El

Additional Tags: mention of Kelly and Alex, Confession, they finally kissed, SuperCorp, post-season 6 finale, fluff??, definitely smut, Alex danvers being the best sister, First Kiss, First Sex, Friends to Lovers, Smut

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#supercorp #Kara x Lena #Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor #karlena

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“Am I the only one who is ok with a bratty/cocky superhero? I'm glad Chloé still gets to be a hero despite her major flaws. Not every superhero *has* to be a goody-two-shoes. Look at DC's Emo Child Star Jason Todd. Or, actually, any male Robin, honestly.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous #chloe bourgeois #confession 2123

[lemx-n]

Mi Estrella || Camilo x F!Reader

Words: 2123

18+ dni

Definition: Y/n Castillo always has a stoic face on, speaks in almost whispers, a complete opposite of Camilo Madrigal. The boy wonders why the girl always seem 'emotionless'.

"You can be yourself around me."

"You don't understand Camilo, I don't want to hurt you."

Inspired by: A splash of paint and a wave of emotions (Bleepiebloopie on AO3)

Chapter 6.2

Previous: Chapter 6.1

••❣︎❤︎❣︎••

Camilo smiles dreamily as he drops himself onto his comfy bed, playing with the chameleon origami afterward. He has an urge to screech like a teenage girl yet he doesn't want to get scolded by his sister. Instead, he hugs his pillow tightly, gushing over how mesmerizing Y/n looked. He met plenty of girls before but none of them are like her. Welp, he finally confessed to himself that he has a huge crush on her.

⊱⋅ ──────────── ⋅⊰

✰Chapter 6.2✰

Sadly No

Camilo is chilling on a couch while secretly peeking at the Madrigal couples who walk past him. Oh, how he wished to have a cute lover to hold hands with, to kiss, to hug.

Mirabel often teased him that he's such a hopeless romantic and he kept denying that fact, too embarrassed to admit it.

He interlocks his fingers together as he sighs dramatically. He knows he's still young so he waits patiently for that day to come.

Getting off the couch, he exits the house to take fresh air. "Flowers! Flowers for sale!" Camilo heard someone shout and stopped walking to examine the flowers nearby. His heart speeds up when he saw (favorite flower), he gulps. Camilo is staring at it for quite a long time that someone took notice of this and pats his shoulder. "Hey there young man! Interested in buying flowers for your loved one this Valentine's day?" The shop owner said with a big grin.

Camilo rapidly waves his hands, "No thank you Señor. I didn't bring any money with me." Didn't bring any money? Really Camilo? If you do bring some right now, would you buy those flowers? If so, then..

He snaps out of his thoughts when the shop owner spoke, "Ok then." before he went back to guarding his flowers.

Camilo founds a bench in an area where not so many people are in. He sits on it before he stares absentmindedly at the ground, not knowing two people are eyeing him.

"Maybe being single is getting on him." Pepa said, "He's acting weird nowadays, I'm worried. Do you know anything Dolores?" She turns to her daughter. The young woman squeaks, indicating that she does know something, yet she wasn't meant to do that, it was out of instinct. "Dolores?" Pepa calls again as a cloud appears above her head. "I heard that he doesn't have money to buy flowers." She replied.

Pepa went silent for a few seconds, but then a huge rainbow came into sight when she realized what it meant. Accompanied by a smile, Pepa grasps her daughter's wrist and leads her to a flower shop, "The men can wait."

Camilo taps his thigh when he saw another bunch of (favorite flower). "Mijo!" He heard his mama calling him, with Dolores and Isabela. "Mami?" he raised his brow in confusion on why they are here instead of their dates. "We brought Isabela here, now what flowers do you want?" Pepa clasps her hands from exhilaration. Red hues start developing on the boy's features.

He briefly glares at Dolores who averted her gaze from his. "Hurry primo, I'm in a hurry." Isabela said, not wanting to be late for her date. Camilo breathes out as he lowers his head from embarrassment, "(Favorite flowers)." Isabela nods as she swiftly moves her hand and creates the requested flowers.

"Here you go." She hands them to Camilo. He thanked her while twiddling one of the flower's stem when Isabela left the three. Pepa caresses her son's face, "Tell me Camilo, who are they?"

The boy presses his lips together tightly from agitation while Dolores slowly backs away. "I-it's.." he stuttered, scared of how Pepa might react if he tells her the truth. "I just want to decorate my room with these. There's no one I will give flowers to." Camilo tried to be as natural as possible, he's thankful to himself that he has a knack for acting. He thought he did well. Unfortunately for him, Pepa wasn't convinced, she knows her son very well, "Why are you lying Camilo?" She lets go of him and crosses her arms

His confidence faded away. He gulps, "Sorry mami, but I don't think you will like it when I say who." He mumbled. Pepa sighed, she gave him a saddened look, "Mijo, you know you can tell me anything right?" She comforts him. Camilo nods, he took a deep breath before he gains his courage back to finally tell her, "Remember the time when abuela told us to not go near the youngest Castillo sibling?" Pepa nods, then a cloud appears above her, "Go on." "Well, I've been friends with her for 5 months now. And she's the one who I'll give these flowers." He continued with guilt in his eyes. A shocking look plastered on his mother's face as her cloud thundered.

"You've been keeping this secret, for 5 months?!" Pepa raised her voice, but quickly apologized to Dolores when she noticed her covering her ears with a pained look. Then she turns back to Camilo, "Cami-" "L-Let me explain!" He used the flowers as a shield. Pepa stops herself from pinching his ear, giving him a chance to interpret. "I met her when Mirabel and I were babysitting. I saw her basket of books snapped so I went to help her 'cause it looked so heavy." Pepa crosses her arms again, with her foot tapping this time.

Camilo lowers down his 'shield', "Then the second time we met, is when I bumped into a person, he was so angry at me." He left out the part when the man pushed him harshly to avoid making Pepa more upset. "Then she came and defended me when she should've just minded her own business but she didn't. So, I was interested to befriend her. And she's actually not bad, I assure you mami. I don't get why abuela warned us about her." Pepa takes a deep breath and mutters the words 'clear skies' repeatedly to calm herself down, her cloud dissipates.

You sometimes remind me of myself mijo. Pepa thought. "Dolores? Is that true?" She asked. The young woman nods, "It's true mama. Actually," She paused, not sure if she should say it but decided to let it out, "Abuela also told her that she must stay away from us." Pepa and Camilo's jaw drops at what Dolores just spilled.

She massages her mother's shoulder. Pepa sighs and looks back at Camilo, "Well, I'm glad you told me the truth, both of you." She smiles reassuringly, "Yet, I want to believe that she's a nice person like you said Camilo, I'm still in doubt, there are people who can trick you you know?" Pepa added, "Be careful on who you trust mijo."

Camilo frowns, Y/n is not a manipulative person right? They're friends for a long time now, she's not like that. How can he assure his mother that she's innocent? His face brightens when he thought of an idea, "How about I introduce her to you mami." Pepa's eyes widen with surprise, "That's not a bad idea I guess." The boy fist pumps to the sky, "I'll get her." He then sprints to Y/n's house, not forgetting to greet back the villagers along the way.

He finally arrives at the Castillo's doorstep. Camilo hides the flowers behind his back and huffs from all the running before he raises his hand to knock three times. No answer. He knocks again, louder this time. Still no answer. Camilo begins to worry, Y/n is usually home on this day of the week 'cause of house chores.

He breathes in then knocks one last time. He had enough. He slowly twists the doorknob and finds out that the door is actually unlocked this whole time. Camilo hesitates to go in, yes he's a troublemaker, sometimes.

He hears faint music and humming inside. Camilo steps inside and follows the sound. His heart races when the music comes from behind the family portrait. He stares at it nervously until he hears someone giggling. That giggle, it sounds like Y/n's.

Suddenly, the edges of the portrait start to glow. And the facial expression of the little Y/n changes, from a small smile to a big, happy one. Camilo was creeped out by then but later, he thinks it's mind-blowing, he's still a bit scared though.

The glow becomes brighter and brighter. Unexpectedly, the portrait creaks open. Camilo steps back, his body turns into defense mode.

He then sees what's fully inside there, the room is full of glitter lights rising from the ground but most of them are following behind Y/n, the flames on the candles swaying, and her, dancing with a bunch of fireflies that are shaped like, Camilo.

The boy leans on the wall, captivated by her dancing with the fireflies version of himself. He had no idea that she can dance this well, he wants to wave off those flies and make her dance with the real Camilo Madrigal. And, she has powers. What he saw back then were not his lovesick imagination, those were real. Is that why abuela warned him and his family to stay away from her? Because she has powers too? He doesn't get it, her powers seem harmless.

He doesn't know how long he's been staring but he doesn't care. The fact that Y/n is dancing with the fireflies version of himself, and the way she looks at it makes his heart go boom. Does she have a crush on him too? He hopes so, but he can't let his expectation too high. His grip on the flowers starts to loose, until the music stops.

Y/n caught his gaze then the lights disappeared.

"Wow.." Camilo flabbergasted. What he just saw is so beautiful in his eyes.

His love-struck gaze disappears when Y/n slightly stomps her way up the stairs, "What are you doing here?" Camilo was shocked by the tone of her voice, "I'm sorry, I was just worried that no one answered." He rubs the back of his neck, with a guilty look plastered on his face. "So.." he continues, "Is that what you meant by you don't want to hurt me?"

The girl nods. Camilo is not sure how to respond to this. She looks utterly scared and he wants to do something to comfort her but he's unable to express it as he is speechless. He notices the puffs of smoke coming out of the girl's head, he was about to wave them off like his papa when his mami has a cloud but she backs away.

"Let's not be friends anymore, Camilo." Y/n said bitterly, in another tone Camilo never heard from her. His heart that was beating fast shatters. He hoped that she was just joking as an act of revenge for how many times he pranked her in their 5 months of friendship.

He almost dropped the flowers that he was supposed to give to her but right now, he sadly thinks not.

"You're serious?" He asked in bewilderment. "I'm sorry Camilo, please forget about me, you have other friends right?"

Camilo ruminates her question. He's very good at socializing, but none of the people he used to laugh with lasts this long. He doesn't want to lose her too.

He bites the inside of his cheeks, "Please.. tell me this is just a prank Y/n.. if it's about your powers, I promise I will not tell anyone. Let's forget about abuela instead." He begged.

Y/n's shocked face confirmed to Camilo that she just follows his abuela's order. "Get out." She muttered in a harsh voice, her eyes on Camilo were so cold that he felt himself freeze.

"Y/n-" "I said, get out." She raised her voice. He wants to refuse yet he doesn't want to make her more furious. Her tone already broke him.

Camilo walks backward to the door looking dejected. When he's about to twist the doorknob, he catches a glimpse of little Y/n's facial expression changing. She looks like she's sad and is about to cry. He doesn't get it, Y/n's eyes are cold but the other is low-spirited. Is she angry or sad? He gazes back at her. Y/n silently told him to leave now, so he did.

When he's outside, he avoids any eye contact with any of the villagers, his arms are droopy as petals from the flowers fall. People look at him with pity, assuming that he got rejected. He looks miserable.

Guess not everyone's Valentine's day is full of love.

☼︎End of Chapter 6.2☼︎

Taglist: @solislunastellaes

#camilo x reader #camilo #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo fanfic #encanto #encanto x reader #camilo angst

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

She Wants Me (To be Loved)

She wants me (to be loved) by kindly-miracle

“Damn, why the long face?”

She only got a shrug as he sighed, hanging his head mournfully. It was Friday evening, their chosen get together evening of the squad as this was often the only free time in their schedules. Okay, it wasn't guaranteed to be all four of them being together, when Nino has DJ gigs or when Marinette had a...

Ah.

“Today's her date, right?” ———— After two years of knowing their identities, they still didn't confess their feelings for each other. Though the Friday evening was still young..

Words: 2123, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Additional Tags: Post-Reveal Pre-Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Love Confessions, Not beta read - we die like unnamed dates

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36233482

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Marichat #💖 #🐱 #💚 #Marichat #Miraculous Ladybug #♥ #R:T #A:Kindly Miracle #Fluff

[hale-13]

Trapezius

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 27 Prompt 27 - Injured

Peter gazed out over the harbor forlornly, twisting his mask into knots in his lap. Normally he would really enjoy the view – the sun was setting in a clear sky turning the normally disgusting water a soft orange and painting the area with a soft warmth. The peaceful view was marred by the emergency vehicles, Coastguard boats and police and news helicopters which made Peter’s gut clench with anxiety. He just… he tried so hard.

Words: 2123, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker, Helen Cho

TW: Injury, Poor Emotional intelligence

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

Peter gazed out over the harbor forlornly, twisting his mask into knots in his lap. Normally he would really enjoy the view – the sun was setting in a clear sky turning the normally disgusting water a soft orange and painting the area with a soft warmth. The peaceful view was marred by the emergency vehicles, Coastguard boats and police and news helicopters which made Peter’s gut clench with anxiety. He just… he tried so hard.

The sound of repulsers approaching made Peter tense and he mentally put his walls back up. He couldn’t afford to let Mr. Stark see him as a kid right now. They were colleges when he was Spider-Man, peers. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it puff out through his clenched teeth.

“Previously on Peter screws the pooch I tell you to stay away from this instead you hack a multi-million dollar suit so you can sneak around behind my back doing the one thing I told you not to do,” Mr. Stark’s sarcastic voice said and Peter held back a flinch, keeping his expression blank as he cautiously looked back over his shoulder. His back was killing him and felt hot and swollen from his Hercules hold of the ferry earlier – he had definitely felt something tear – but he couldn’t afford the weakness right now.

“Is everyone okay?” He asked instead, keeping his voice monotone and trying not to tense his back.

“No thanks to you,” the Iron Man voice made Mr. Stark’s snide tone sound slightly metallic but, more than that, it made his blood boil and he whipped around to face the man.

“No thanks to me?” He took no precautions as he lifted his lefts over they side of the concrete tower and jumped down on the other side making his shoulders throb. “Those weapons were out there and I tried to tell you about it and you didn’t listen. None of this would have happened if you had just listened to me!” His voice broke and he could feel blood rushing to his face but he did his best to push down the embarrassment. “If you even cared you’d actually be here.” He threw in boldly.

It took him by surprise, therefore, when the armor opened in from of him and Tony Stark stepped out, a grim look of disappointment on his face that made Peter stumble back a could steps, unable to hide his wince of pain but playing it off as shock instead. “I did listen kid. Who do you think called the FBI huh?”

Peter dropped his gaze, unable to make further eye contact, only interrupting to correct his age and flinching again at Mr. Stark’s yelling. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, but he could tell the platitudes were only making his idol angrier so he said instead, with the most sincerity he could push into his tone “I just… I just wanted to be like you.”

“And I wanted you to be better,” Mr. Stark said back in a weary voice before asking for the suit back. Peter heart sank further but he got it. Mr. Stark was right – he didn’t deserve to be Spider-Man if all he did was hurt other people.

The car ride back to his apartment in Queens was silent and awkward, broken only by Mr. Stark and Happy leaving the car and throwing his a pair of hideous Hello Kitty pajama pants and an oversized New York tourist shirt. It took more effort than he would care to admit to slip the suit off of his painful muscles and lift his arms up high enough to pull the shirt on but he managed it.

Happy slipped back into the driver’s seat a moment later and raised the partition but Mr. Stark didn’t return as they pulled away from the curb and Peter’s heart sank further when he realized the man had probably taken the armor back to the Tower because he couldn’t bear to be in the car with Peter another minute. His eyes were burning but he refused to cry here – he’d already proven to be a problem and he wasn’t going to cry about his well deserved punishment.

The car stopped in front of his apartment and the locks on the doors popped but Happy didn’t roll down to partition to talk to him or offer any direction so, without a backward glance as his poorly folded suit, Peter slunk out of the car and upstairs.

May was not happy with him for skipping school and not answering his phone and, with the pain of his torn muscles ratcheting up and the emotional trauma of the day weighing down on him he collapsed onto the couch and tearfully confessed to his aunt that he had lost his internship, wanting to bring his arms up to return her tender hug but physically unable to do so. His only relief was that she directed him to take a shower pretty immediately because he smelled like garbage,.

And, yeah, he probably did.

The piss poor water pressure of their dingy shower was actually a blessing today but Peter could still barely stand with his back facing the hottest water possible hoping that the heat would relieve some of his pain but he was still just as painful when he forwent his sleep shirt a few minutes later.

He healed fast. This was fine – it would all be resolved in a few days.

———————————————

“Fuck,” Peter muttered, keeping his right arm tucked close to his stomach as he wrestled with the leukotape he had bought at the pharmacy. It kept sticking to itself and the wall and his hair and basically everywhere but where he was trying to stick it and Peter groaned, balling the piece up and throwing it away.

It had been a few months since dealing with the Vulture. A few months since turning down Mr. Stark’s offer to be an Avenger but accepting his offer to become his personal intern and Peter couldn’t be happier.

Well. Except for his shoulder that is.

His left arm had healed fully after straining his muscles holding the ferry together but his right had just gotten worse and worse and it was interfering with his ability to not only be Spider-Man but also to just perform everyday tasks. He hadn’t been able to lift much with that side or even put on a shirt normally in weeks and it was starting to grate on his nerves. After spending hours watching videos on YouTube Peter decided to try some strengthening exercises and taping.

Neither was working very well.

“Fuck,” he said again, with feeling, as he bent forward at the waist to rest his head on the cool counter top of his bathroom. He was supposed to get picked up by Happy in a few minutes to go and spend the weekend at the Tower with Tony to work on his suit and there was no way he could hide this anymore. He couldn’t even lift his arm up to chest level. His phone vibrated on the counter top and he moaned, answering it without looking at the caller ID. “Hey Happy.”

“Nope, guess again,” his mentor’s voice said and Peter jerked up, letting out a strangled grunt as he jostled his shoulder. “You okay kid?”

“Why are you calling me?” Peter said instead, deflecting.

“I’m picking you up,” Tony said. “Now are you okay?”

Peter waffled for a minute but one look at his duffle bag made him ache and he let out a sigh. “Not… really I guess.”

“What’s wrong?” His mentor’s voice was sharp and he could hear the sound of his seatbelt smacking the window of his car and the door opening and closing as Tony got out of the car.

“It’s not a big deal,” Peter said, going to the front door and unlocking and opening it just as Tony left the elevator, they made eye contact and hung up their phones.

“Well you look to be in one piece and there’s no blood everywhere,” Tony said as he joined Peter in the living room of his apartment and looked him over. “So what’s going on kiddo?”

Peter nibbled on his bottom lip and gripped his right hand into his shirt tightly for just a second before releasing it. “Remember the ferry?”

Mr. Stark was silent and attentive as he listened to Peter ramble and sighed deeply at the end of his story, reaching one hand up to massage his eyes. “You really don’t half-ass anything do you?”

“Do you actually want me to answer that?” Peter asked confused and his mentor rolled his eyes, grabbing Peter’s bag from where it was resting in the hallway.

“Come on then, you have a date with Dr. Cho and the MedBay.” Peter whined but didn’t overly protest when he was directed out of the apartment and down to where Mr. Stark had illegally parked in the fire lane in front of his building.

It was just some muscle straining right? A week or two of meds and resting it and everything would be okay.

“Well its not a strain,” Dr. Cho told him just over an hour later looking at the images of his radiographs and MRI on a holotable. “You’ve torn your rotator cuff and continually re-injured it to the point that its basically just a mass of scar tissue.”

“Oh…” Peter said, a little dazed from the small dose of painkillers he had been given so that they would be able to manipulate his arm for the images. “What does that mean?”

Helen gave him the same disapproving look she had been giving him since she had taken his history and had learned that he had been putting massive amounts of pressure and g-force on an injury that he had never allowed to fully heal. “It means Peter,” she said firmly shutting down the table, “that you’ll need surgery to repair the tear and clean out all the scar tissue. And you’ll need to give it time to heal and go to physical therapy if you plan to ever use your arm to its fullest extent ever again.”

Peter’s mind went a little blank at that. “Surgery?” He asked, a note of panic creeping into his voice. “But Spider-Man–,”

“Will be taking a break,” Tony told him. “Your health always comes first Peter.” He turned his attention back to Dr. Cho. “Can you tell his aunt all of this later? Also when can we do the surgery.”

“I’ve already got him scheduled for tomorrow morning with a specialist I’m bringing in from NYU,” she said. “And of course! Just let me know when she gets here.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Peter groused from his spot on the exam bed but both adults ignored him and he rolled his eyes. “What if I don’t want surgery?”

“Then you’ll be dealing with chronic pain, pion and needles, weakness and continuous tearing for the rest of your life and you’ll need a shoulder replacement in less than fifteen years at the rate your going,” Dr. Cho said, typing notes into his chart. “So I’ll see you in the morning for the surgery.”

Peter glared at her but, at the twinge in his arm when he adjusted in his seat, he grumbled “fine”.

“It won’t be that bad Underoos,” Tony said later as they sat on the ridiculously large couch in the penthouse living room watching Brooklyn 99 while May spoke with Peter’s medical team. “You get to skip school for the next week while you recover and I bribed Bob Igor to give me the next season of the Mandolorian early for us to binge.”

“But…” Peter gnawed at his lip, hating the taste of blood that filled his mouth as he broke open the tender skin again. “What if this doesn’t fix it?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Tony said with a smile. “Cho is the forefront in development in regeneration. If anyone can fix you it’ll be her. And May and I will be there the whole time. You have nothing to worry about okay?”

“You’ll be there?” Peter said, fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt and refusing to look up at his mentor.

“Of course I’ll be there!” Tony said warmly with a squeeze to his good shoulder. “You’re my favorite intern.” He teased.

“Thanks Mr. Stark,” Peter said sincerely, reading the unsaid bit and relaxing a little back in the couch. Between his pain meds and his full stomach he could feel his eyelids drooping and he decided to relax more fully into Tony’s side – there was no where he felt safer.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump27 #Prompt: Injured #irondad #spider man #Summer of Whump 2021

[innittowinit]

Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children  (chapter 22)

Fic summary:

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary:

It's wednesday. Eret was still plauging on their mind's and yet they still had to meet up with the Dream Team

Chapter word count: 2123

AO3

Something just.. wasn’t right.

They had shown up invited this time, had made extra sure they weren’t being threatening (he hadn’t even brought his nerf guns!) and had watched multiple videos on how you're supposed to treat your friends and still, the ‘sleepy bois’ were acting like they didn’t want to be here.

Or maybe it was like 2/4 of the brothers who didn't want to be there. Techno and Wilbur were both acting off, very off. For a while, Dream had panicked that this may have been their fault, that he or his brothers may have done something unintentionally horrible enough to completely destroy the only sembilience of trust they had - but the more he watched them, they seemed more sad than angry, more hurt than annoyed.

The first warning sign had been Wilbur snapping at Dream.

===

While watching Techno play some game about farming on his DS, Wilbur sat braiding a section of his hair. Recently he had been trying to learn from both Niki and various youtube tutorials, the action of doing someone’s hair was strangely relaxing and it often left him a little upset at the fact that he had no sisters. What he did have instead was Techno and -in his opinion- Techno’s hair was far prettier than any of the girl’s in their class.

Braiding got hard and confusing but it calmed him down, the repetitive action felt similar to how he felt while clicking on a fidget toy but slower. It kept his hands busy but he had to keep his mind active to make sure he was keeping it aesthetically pleasing, it was really just a nice way to wind down. Plus! Techno liked it too!

The events of earlier that day still plagued his mind. It hurt so incredibly much to try and accept that someone he had trusted so much would betray them so easily. Was Eret ever their friend? Was it a joke from the beginning? Would there ever be anyone who would want to actually be their friend? It sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Everybody would always say they loved them then leave, just like Eret, just like their parents.

Being with his brother helped though, it reminded him that, despite everything, he had three people who were always going to love him and have his back.

Tommy was always going to be chaotically positive. Phil was always going to be strangely parental. Techno was always going to be his best friend.

As much as he believed that blood was thicker than water, the human body couldn’t survive on it’s blood alone, it needed water too. He had his brothers but friends like Niki were unfortunately far too rare.

The comfort of being alone with his brother was quickly cut short as Dream had approached, clad in a green hoodie and a new mask. It looked hand made, like they had paper mached it around a balloon and drew on the face with a sharpie, there were also a couple stickers stuck to it but they were pretty small and looked like they were from shows that Wilbur hadn’t watched. Still though, he looked happier than the last time they saw him (that wasn’t hard to do though, he had his mask this time.)

“Hey guys” The boy had hummed as he sat down near the twins, pulling his knees up on the bench and holding them close to his chest. “Why’re you alone? We were going to play bulldog in the forest if you want to join in”

Wilbur just stared back at him, talking felt like such a hassle right now, he didn’t even want to deal with it. It was just so exhausting.

“Uhm...so you don’t wanna talk.. That’s fine uh” Dream had spluttered out, clearly not expecting such a non-response from Wilbur who was usually the most eloquent one out of the four brothers. “That’s fine, that’s cool. You don’t need to talk if you dont wanna!”

Wilbur almost felt bad. Almost. It was clear that Dream was making an effort, it was clear he was trying his best, if this had been when they first met Dream would have likely made fun of him for not talking but he had learnt from spending so much time with them that sometimes people just didn’t want to talk. As nice as it was to know he was trying to be helpful, Wilbur really just did not want to talk to anyone right now. In all honesty, he didn’t even want to talk to Techno. All he wanted was to sit silently and braid his brother’s hair.

“So uh” Dream cleared his throat, looking to Techno this time when he finally accepted Wilbur wouldn't be communicating with him. “Do you two wanna play bulldog with us? Phil and Tommy are gonna play”

Techno took one look at Wilbur and shook his head. Personally, he wouldn’t mind playing with them, making some new friends might be nice after everything that had just happened but Wilbur was just very clearly not up for talking to anyone.

Sometimes people were upset, sometimes you just needed some time to strop and get out all the negative emotions. Techno wasn’t in any position to tell Wilbur he couldn’t feel the way he felt.

“Oh? Do you want us to wait until you’re finished with your DS? What’re you playin’?”

Shuffling over on the bench, Dream tried to take a peek at the game, seeing Techno tapping quickly on different buttons as his character farmed some crops. It didn’t look too interesting but hey! He had learnt that he shouldn’t insult people for what they enjoy.

“Jesus fucking Christ Dream!” Wilbur finally snapped, pushing the boy away roughly. Maybe he was being a bit short-tempered and mean, maybe they had specifically set up this day so they wouldn’t end up fighting but god dammit Wilbur was upset and he was absolutely ready to make that everybody else's problem.

“Just go away! We don’t want to play your stupid game!”

It was clear that Dream had been a little upset by what Wilbur had said, staggering back a little and getting up from where he had been sitting. Despite the fact that neither boy could see his face they could somehow still read his expression, maybe because he was overly expressive with his body parts to make up for the covered face.

“Oh um.. Okay I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you”

Techno sighed, giving Dream a sympathetic look as if to say sorry and then giving Wilbur a bit of a stern glance, clearly upset with his brother for getting mad like that.

Wilbur didn’t care.

Techno could furrow his brows all he wanted, Wilbur was mad.

=== The second warning was a passing comment made by Wilbur.

This time, the twins had finally decided to join in with the group, it had been right after everyone else had finished playing Bulldog so they were pretty out of breath, meaning all they were doing was sitting around talking.

Tommy was leading the conversation, hopping around and pointing to all his favourite climbing places, every now and then he’d grab someone by the hand and tug them up to show them something. It felt like he really just could not be tired out. Even so, the boy was good at reading people, it wouldn’t be surprising if he was acting extra energetic because he had noticed his big brothers being upset and wanted to give them the chance to pull back from talking if they felt like it. He was young, yes, but out of all four brothers he was probably the one who was best at understanding his own emotions.

“So over there is the big dipper!” He was jumping up and down as he pointed to a large blue drop tower that was partially under the ground. “It goes up super high but then it goes into this big pit! Sometimes I like to climb to the top and sit there!”

Phil’s eyes went wide “Tommy you what?!”

George wasn’t too interested in this explanation of the rides, if he was being honest, he was just sleepy from doing so much exercise after already walking around all day at school. The boy flopped backwards into the dirt, taking off his sunglasses and folding them besides him as he closed his eyes.

It felt nice to just lay in the sun, his brothers teased him a lot for always being so sleepy (it wasn’t uncommon that he would miss appointments or commitments because he hadn’t set an alarm) but it was just so nice and so relaxing to just ignore the outside world for a moment and think. Sometimes he felt like he’d probably be good at meditating but then again his brother’s would absolutely not leave him to chill out long enough for that.

He had been expecting to be either left alone to doze off in the sun, or for one of his brother’s to tug him up and make him stay awake, what he was not expecting was for Wilbur and Techno to join him in laying down.

“The sun is nice today” Techno had mumbled as he closed his eyes, clearly getting a little more comfortable with the boys than he had been previously.

Understandably, George was shocked to hear him talking but he decided that maybe it would help if he didn’t bring attention to it and make it a big deal, he knew Dream was only able to show his face in their house if everyone made sure not to comment on his birthmark, if they did the mask was always brought back out.

“Yeah..it’s nice but it makes me tired.”

Wilbur nodded,George was right a lot of the time; it felt light and warm, unlike the humid air that had caused him to snap earlier. Honestly he felt a little bad about it, he had obviously hurt Dream and he didn’t even apologise. Phil would surely be disappointed in him if he heard about what happened.

“I don't understand why you guys are trying to be our friends” Wilbur confessed, scooching up a little closer to Techno so he could hold his hand. “I understand liking Phil and Tommy but why us? Nobody likes us. Sometimes I wish you would stop trying, I already know how this is gonna end”

Wilbur rubbed at his eyes with his free hand but it wasn’t like the other two could tell since they had their eyes closed thankfully. George wanted to object, to tell them that they did like them and that this wasn’t going to end how he thought it would but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He didn’t know what Wil meant when he said how it would end and it wasn’t like he could just tell them they were wrong about their previous experiences with people. He ended up pondering what he could say for so long that by the time he had a plan laid out in his mind it had been too long to reply and he had already unknowingly made the decision to just stay quiet.

Dream had heard him though. Dream had seen him rubbing at his eyes. Dream had noticed how he held onto Techno before talking about it.

Something was definitely wrong.

===

Eventually Dream decided that enough was enough.

Today was the day when they would finally talk it out, there should be no upset, no turmoil, no arguments, and yet here they were, upset.

At first, he had been tempted to just call them out in front of everyone but under better thought he realised that was most likely a very very bad idea. He wanted to help, not make things worse.

Instead, he just waited for Tommy to drag his brothers and Phil over to the ‘white house’, saying he had to show them around. It seemed like Techno and Wilbur were planning on staying back so really it was the perfect time to talk to them about it.

Once everyone else had left and was out of ear-shot, Dream made his way back over to the boys, absolutely ready to get yelled at again (which really he didn’t mind if it helped Wilbur feel better). This time though, he didn’t sit down; he just stood in front of them and crossed his arms, wanting them to know he was being serious.

“Wilbur. You’re obviously upset, okay? I understand if you’re mad we’re in your park and we’ll leave if you want us to but can you please just talk to us first?”

Wilbur sighed and rested his head on Techno’s shoulder.

Something wasn't right.

#technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #ph1lza #tommyinnit #sbi #sleepy bois inc #dream team #dt #dream #georgenotfound #sapnap #fanfiction #fanfic #mcyt

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“I will never forgive the Nick continuity for singlehandedly destroying Bloom’s character and development in a single season. She went from a strong girl who could put up a fight with three of the most powerful witches in Magix to a drama queen who cries because her boyfriend didn't pick up her call.”

#winx club #winx bloom #bloom winx #winx #world of winx #winx club season 5 #winx club nickelodeon #winx club confessions #western magical girl confessions #confession 2123

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by So_u_like_pkmn

Jaskier tried his damnedest to keep his feelings in check, he busied himself with drinks, woman and song and for the most part- it worked. Geralt didn't suspect a thing, and if he did he kept to himself. You could never tell that behind the cheery blue eyes, there were constant fantasies of being manhandled.

A few years ago he may have attempted to seduce him as he would any other lover, but he had grown to value Geralt's friendship too much to risk it. A doppler, presenting as Geralt however- that was a different story.

It's one night. The Witcher would never know! Right? Wrong. Everything would have been fine if Geralt didn't come back from a hunt early to find the bard on his knees.

Words: 2123, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Dopplers, Shapeshifters - Freeform, Porn with a little bit of Plot, Hiding Your Feelings, Mutual Pining, but they dont know its mutual, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, no beta we die like witchers, chapter two will be spicier, Rating May Change?

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #netflix the witcher #jaskier x geralt #geralt x jaskier #geraskier

[divine17]

↳ LOVE HER TOO | MASTERLIST

Fandom: Stranger Things

Request: “hey!! could you make steve x fem!reader where robin has a crush on steve’s girlfriend (reader) and robin gets drunk and tells steve this ! tyyy” - Anon

Warnings: Sadness/angst but slightly inspirational if you squint, a minor consuming a loooot of alcohol, minor ripoff of robin’s coming out scene (you decide whether or not that happened already or if this is that), i accidentally used some arctic monkey’s lyrics somewhere in here, that’s probably it

Word Count: 2123

A/N: this is actually kinda angsty/sad because i have no clue at all what direction you wanted this to go in so... i made it sad. because that’s what i do best.

“Your girlfriend...” Robin hiccuped, her gaze falling to the tiled floor. Her knees pressed up against her chest, her arms around them. She knew she should’ve been nervous as she internally prepared to spill her heart out to the brunette boy, but the warm alcohol coursing through her veins prevented that. She knew that she shouldn’t be doing this, that she’d regret it in the morning. Her newfound friendship with Steve would be ruined, most likely. But the liquid courage which she’d consumed (in an absolutely obscene amount) certainly didn’t want to let her hold back.

Robin wasn’t even completely, absolutely, one hundred percent sure how she ended up here, sitting in the kitchen floor of Steve Harrington’s parents house. She was at a party, some girl who works in the food court in the mall had invited her. Then she ditched her, not a word, no “Sorry, I can’t make it,” nothing. So while she was there, Robin decided to drink. Drink until she couldn’t feel the confines of her body anymore, drink until she was having a good time in the stuck-up party, drink until she forgot about the girl completely. Next thing she knew, her Scoops coworker was roping through the crowd to find her, gently taking her wrist and leading her back to his dark red car. She remembered being excited to see him at first, then annoyed that he made her put down her cup. Frustrated when he told her she was in too deep, but excited when he promised her a cheeseburger when she was sober. Delirious, yet relieved, when he told her that she was going to stay the night at his so her parents didn’t see her like this.

Steve took her into his house, silently thankful that his own parents were away for a couple days. Not that they’d care notice, much less care, that he had a drunk girl in the floor, but still. That’s one thing that he’d rather not have to explain. He gave her one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers and a hair tie, taking her clothes that smelled of that too-familiar scent of vodka and sweat and putting them in the wash. She changed clothes and disappeared, and found her shortly after sitting on the cold tile. So, naturally, he sat down opposite her. Both were silent until she spoke, asking about his girlfriend. Odd.

“Y/N? What about her?”

“You know... Do you remember when I told you about Mrs. Click’s class? At work, the other day? About me being jealous, and... obsessed? it was never because I had a crush on you, Steve. I just want you to know that.”

“Robin, you don’t have to-“

“It was because you had her. You had Y/N. She looked at you, and she still does, like you’re her whole world. Like you’re the only person she sees, the only one she cares about. She only had eyes for you. I was so mad, so upset, that of all people, she was with King Steve, ‘The Hair’ Harrington. I didn’t think she deserved you.”

“Robin, let’s talk about this when you’re sober...” He tried to stop her, to keep her from spilling her guts or saying something she might regret. But the girl just kept on, not even slowing down to listen to him speak. So instead, he listened to her drunken ramblings, morbidly curious. His curiosity would kill him one day, he was sure.

“I was mad because I wanted her to look at me like that. Iike I was the only person she wanted, or would ever want. I wanted her to hold my hand between classes, sneaking kisses in the stairwell before school started.”

“And I just didn’t understand why... Why she loved you like that, why she looked at you like that. All the heart eyes and rosy cheeks when you talked to her. And I really just didn’t get it. You were so messy, you always asked dumb questions and passed notes around in class. You partied hard on the weekends and did stupid stuff. But she stayed home, cleaning up your messes every single time you got into something you shouldn't have. I just didn’t understand why she stuck with you through all that, and then I realized...

“Steve, she does all of that because she loves you. She loves you so much that she was willing to put up with all of your shit just to be with you.”

“I know.” His head dropped, not able to look her in the eye, knowing she was right. He should probably be mad, frustrated, upset that she just confessed her crush for his girlfriend. But he felt everything but those emotions. Steve knew Robin was right. He didn’t deserve her then, not in the slightest. And hell, he wasn’t sure if he deserved Y/N now. She was the best goddamn thing that had ever happened to him. He loved her more than anything or anyone else in the entire world. But he always had that hanging paranoia of whether or not he was good for her, that loud cloud of thunder that rained over him, making him so anxious and drowning in the overthinking it caused, making him wonder if he truly did deserve her.

“If really shocked me, shocked me to my core, Steve. but I like you, I really like you. You’re a good guy now. But I also just really really like Y/N, and every time I look at you, all I can see is her. The memory of her looking at you like that and remembering how much I craved for her to look at me like that.”

Steve found himself stunned. Speechless. Shocked. Surprised. Whatever word you want to use. He was just at a complete loss for words as she spoke, not bothering to look up at the drunk girl. And so he just opened his mouth, letting whatever came out come out. He didn’t care. It’s not like she would remember much of this in the morning anyway, given how much she had drank. How many shots she’d downed, how many cups and bottles. Nights are made for saying things that you can’t say in the day, right? Fuck it.

“King Steve, high school Steve. He didn’t deserve Y/N, not in the slightest, not even a little. I didn’t realize that then. I didn’t realize how serious it was until school ended, the popularity began to fade And King Steve died and she was still by my side. She loves me for me. And a whole year of our lives, our relationship, I treated her like shit, pretty much.”

“Yeah.” Robin agreed. It was blunt, but quite frankly, she didn’t have much of a social filter at the moment. Couldn't bring herself to have one.

“I’m a bad boyfriend. Even when I was with Nancy Wheeler, I was a bad boyfriend. And you know what? I’m glad she broke up with me. Byers is better for her, and I know that, I do... And now, I try to be good to Y/N, learn from the mistakes, but fuck... I just don’t know how. I always manage to fuck it up. Always. It’s a talent, really. But she doesn’t care, she never has. She’s so good to me, Robin. She’s the best girl I’ve ever met. She shows me so much love and cares for me so much, and what do I do for her in return? Nothing, it feels like.”

“You’re a bad boyfriend, yeah. King Steve-era-you didn’t deserve her at all. I think it’s a miracle that she stayed with you through all that. But now? Harrington, you’ve changed. I don’t know what happened from Point A to Point A, but you’re a different person now. I mean, for God’s sake, I’d call you a friend now. You could’ve offered me a hundred dollars back then and I never would’ve called you that, I would’ve laughed.”

The two of them fell silent after that, simply letting the silence overcome them. Robin’s eyes grew heavy, slowly closing on her as she began to doze off. Meanwhile, Steve was invested in his thoughts. His mind raced as he fidgeted with his hands, anxious. Filled with questions from his conversation with the girl opposite him. Did he even really deserve you? Or was Robin right, that he’d changed into a completely different person than he'd been this time last year?

A few moments later, he finally spoke up again. 

“I wonder what Y/N would say if she was listening to this right now.” He laughed lightly “She’d giggle all sweet, she’d pull me close. Probably laugh and joke with you and point out all her flaws to make us feel better.”

She shrugged, coming to. “Maybe.”

“I’m really sorry that I ignored you in Click’s class. And I’m sorry that I was messy and passed notes around and that I made out in the stairwell when we thought no one was looking.”

“It’s okay, Steve. I promise. It’s not like we could’ve been friends anyway. Band geek and the King? Unlikely.”

After a moment, he noticed the girl’s drooping eyelids, her shallow breaths.

“C’mon, you look tired. Had a long night.” He stood from his spot on the floor, holding out his hand to the smaller girl beneath him. She took it and stood with him, following him as he led her to the living room. Steve gestured to the couch, and she laid down on her side, letting her eyes wander over the room. He gave her a blanket, spreading it over her body. She’d be knocked out soon, he was sure.

“If you need anything, I’m upstairs and right down the hall. Second door to the left, alright? Bathroom is just down the hall there.” 

She nodded, pulling the cozy blanket further up her chest, letting her eyes begin to flutter closed. But as he began to walk away, she couldn’t help but call his name. 

“Steve?” She asked. He turned back towards her. “Thank you, for this. You didn’t have to rescue me.”

“That’s what friends do, isn’t it?” He teased, switching the light off, leaving the dim glow of the table lamp. “Goodnight, Robin.”

“Goodnight, Steve.”

It wasn’t long before he found himself in bed too, silent in the pitch black darkness. But he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Something was eating at him. He grew restless as his thoughts grew louder and louder until finally, he turned the lamp beside his bed on, grabbing the phone. The brunette boy quickly dialed your number, not expecting you to pick up. It was late, after all. Just past midnight, last time he looked at the clock. It was certainly well past one in the morning by now.

“Hello?” Your sleepy voice said. He smiled upon hearing you speak. 

“Hey, baby. It’s me.” He said lightly. 

“Steve?” You were happy to hear his voice. He sounded tired, stressed. But that melted away with every second he was on the phone with you, relief washing over him. “Is something wrong? It’s late, you should be asleep.” 

“No, no... I just needed to hear your voice. I was gonna go crazy, I think.” 

“What’s up?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. You’d fallen asleep on the couch a few hours ago while watching some old rerun on TV and when the phone rang, it woke you, and in your hazy state, you answered. And God, you were glad you did. “Talk to me, baby. I’m here.” 

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just... I don’t know.” He lied. Wasn’t a very good cover, and he was sure you knew it was a lie. You could nearly always tell when he lied. His voice would get shaky and soft and he would play with his hands more than usual. “I’ve been thinking. And I just wanted to tell you how much I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled. “I love you too.” 

“I love you so much, and I know I’m not really a good boyfriend sometimes. And I’m going to work on that. I promise.” The boy said lightly, leaning back against his headboard. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know. But I don’t know why you keep me around anymore.”

His last sentence was punctuated with a soft chuckle, making you blush. His laugh always made you blush, causing you to laugh as well. “Well, it’s been almost a year, right? Little late to toss you out now. Guess I’m stuck with you.”

“No refunds, baby.”

“It’s a good thing I don’t want a refund then, huh?”

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we kill the flame -- CH 9

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Earth, 2123.

A city striving to escape a bleak future. A crime lord who wants to bring it to its knees.

An agent and a fugitive, thrown together by chance on a mission to free the city and save themselves.

There’s no way that could possibly go wrong.

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And all of you passengers on this crazy ride - i love you.

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"Every society has its bottom-dwellers, and every society fears its bottom-dwellers, because they are a symbol of what happens in that society if you fail." -- Bones, "The Woman in the Tunnel" --

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“I need your help.”

  Robin looks up as Captain Jones enters his office.  He looks agitated and unhappy and Robin makes a covert gesture with his left hand, telling him to wait.  To not talk. Killian nods and watches in silence as Robin pulls a wide leather bracelet from his drawer, puts it on his right arm, gets up and motions for the captain to follow him outside.

He does, without uttering a word.

. 

Robin leads Killian in a circuitous route up deserted stairwells and little-used walkways to Granny’s on L10.  Granny herself takes one look at them as they enter and motions towards a corner booth in the back, empty even though the diner itself is filled to capacity.  Robin plunks down on the far bench and faces the captain, who takes in the diner, and then lowers himself slowly onto the opposite side, eyes narrowed, gaze sharp.  Robin smiles.

Nobody ever accused Agent Jones of being stupid.

  “Yes,” Robin says, answering Killian’s unasked question.  “Everything you are thinking is most likely correct.”

“So you are being watched.”

Ah.  Right to the heart of the matter then.  Robin nods. “Closely. Commander Mills tapped herself into my chip.”  He sighs. “Just the ‘official side’, but—-”

Killian bursts out laughing and Robin joins in.  It’s bitter and joyless and knowing. For both.

  “Yeah,” Robin sighs.  “I know that buys me nothing.  But this does.” He holds up his wrist, twists the leather bracelet which covers his chip.  “It’s lined with lead and a few other things, apparently. Will gave it to me. Said it would come in handy if ever I needed privacy.”  He rolls his eyes. “It was proof he’d hacked the Commander’s chip. How else would he know she and I were connected? He never confessed, and all the evidence is still circumstantial, but the sheer amount of it—-”  his voice cuts out and Robin has to swallow hard. “I had to arrest him. There was no other way.”

Killian nods, and his eyes are sincere as he says, “I know.  I know you had no choice.”

  This candid absolution, coming from a man he knows only in the broadest professional context, feels better than it has any right to feel, and Robin’s shoulders relax as he exhales.  He knows he’s being played, has known for days now that he is just a pawn in a game of which he knows neither objective nor strategy nor prospective outcome. But whatever the game, Killian is on his side.

Or at the very least not playing against him.

  Robin takes a moment to look at the captain.

Two covert ops back to back, one riddled with Halothane and the other with bullets and even deadlier poisons, have taken their toll.  He looks tired and worried and a little too much on edge; his scruff a bit too long, his eyes faintly bloodshot.

His hands not quite steady.

None of these signs are overt, and he hides his tension well.  But Robin did not get where he is today by being a lax observer.

And Captain Jones appears to be operating under enormous strain.

  When he starts to talk, Robin can hear the strain bleed through every word.

  “Why did you think it was me?”  Killian’s face is serious and something else even Robin cannot identify.  If they were regular Citizens, he’d think it was sadness. But they are not Citizens.

They are Law Enforcement. 

“Why do you think I told Will to hack the Commander’s chip?  Why on earth would you think I would do such a thing?”

He looks truly upset now, and Robin sighs.  “You and Will are friends. And by that I don’t just mean poker buddies.”  He rubs his tired eyes. “Look, Captain—-”

“Killian.”  Captain Jones cuts in.  “I think we’re past standing on ceremony, don’t you?”

Robin has to smile.  “So far past.” He holds out his hand.  “Robin.”

They shake just as a waitress arrives.

“Look,” Robin repeats after the waitress has brought them their beer and they have each had a long sip.  “Poker buddies are easy to come by on L8, I know that. Agents need distraction, and gambling is a perfect way to cope with both excess boredom and adrenaline, I get that.  I know that’s why the XOs turn a blind eye and I also know that’s why Will is so popular.”  

Killian snorts.  “It certainly isn’t because of his genial personality.”

Robin laughs out loud.  “No, it certainly isn’t.”  

  Then he watches Killian’s face fall.  

  “I have eyes,” Robin says.  “I know you and Will are kindred spirits.”  He waits a beat, watches Killian’s eyes grow sharp again, assess him once more, and then decides to lay it all on the line.  He is tired of being played and Killian is a potential ally. And something has to give.

He looks up, meets Killian’s gaze.  “I know you are a misfit inside law enforcement, I know you were not made to function under its rules.  I know Will is not at all challenged in his day job, that he is more brilliant and cunning and knowledgeable than any of his superiors know or suspect.  And I know that being underestimated by everyone around you probably made for a great bond.”

  Killian doesn’t move for a very long moment.  And then he nods. It feels like a confession.  Robin senses the weight of true friendship behind it.

“I never told him to hack any chips, least of all the Commander’s.”  Killian’s voice is low and sincere and Robin knows he is speaking nothing but the truth.  “I would never. That’s suicide. ”

  Robin can see, in that moment, that the quiet man across from him is afraid of what will happen.

To Will.

To himself.

To——

  “It has also not escaped anyone’s notice how you’ve been treating your NO/GO.”  Robin makes his voice as calm and neutral as possible, but Killian’s head snaps up and now there is murder in his eyes.

“Emma,” he grinds out.  “Her name is Emma.”

“Thank you for proving my point.”  Robin nods. “This is exactly what I meant.  You have formed a bond. With a NO/GO .”  The last part he says deliberately, slowly.  With emphasis.

Killian’s brows furrow and his mouth opens, most likely to shout, and Robin shakes his head.  Imperceptibly.

Watches as Killian takes a deep breath and reins himself in, realizes that Robin was not baiting him, but making a point.  Watches as his brow relaxes and he shakes his head at himself. No, Captain Jones is not stupid.  

  “I know.”  Killian’s shoulders slump.  “Believe me. I know.”

“Rumors are starting to circulate.”  Robin’s eyes are now glued to Killian’s face.  “Stories, about how protective you are of this NO/GO, how you got her out of Holding and took her with you.  To your apartment .  Carried her once, even.  She is clearly becoming important to you.  And people have noticed.”

  Killian shrugs and lowers his eyes, but Robin can feel the battle inside him, and he suddenly feels for this man who is so obviously torn, simply by virtue of the fact that he feels empathy in a world which allows for none.

It is spectacularly unfair.

  Robin waits a few long moments before he says, “She is more than just a number on a digisheet.  Isn’t she.”

Killian shakes his head, his eyes still downcast.

Robin leans forward and lowers his voice.  “I know you don’t know me, not really. I know that you don’t know if you can trust me.  But I also know that you’re in over your head.”

Killian snorts a bitter laugh.

“I’ve had my eye on Scarlet for a while,” Robin says, after Killian remains silent.  “Thought I’d recruit him into Covert Ops eventually, once he got done being all id. So I know him fairly well, talked to him many times.  That’s how I got a sense of you, by the way, because you two spent a lot of time together, time during which I observed you both.”

“Great.”  Killian’s voice is toneless.  “I got scrubbed by association.”

“I didn’t scrub you, and you know it.”  Robin can hear impatience creeping into his voice and takes a deep breath.  “And I’ll tell you right here and now that it broke my fucking heart to have to arrest Will.”

  At that Killian looks up.  The sharp, figuring look is back, tempered by exhaustion.

He is running on empty.

  “Talk to me.”  Robin makes his voice calm, and quiet.  “What happened?” He can see Killian squirm, actually squirm, wrestling with his own conscience and doubt.  “Talk to me, and let’s figure this thing out, starting with the girl. Who is she? And why is she so important?”

  Killian stares at Robin in silence for another interminable beat, and then finally shakes his head.

“She’s nobody,” he whispers.  “Just a teacher from a decommissioned Level looking for a better life.  But contrary to other NO/GOs we sent packing over the years, this one had valuable information.  On Gold.”

Killian takes a deep breath.  “Information we exploited. Because we can, because we are the good guys.”

The bitterness in his words is lethal.

“And she did every single thing we asked of her - every single thing I asked of her.  Even though we promised her nothing.  Nothing .  Even though she was terrified, even though she didn’t have to, and then she saved my life—-”  His eyes meet Robin’s in pure despair. “Twice. She saved my life twice .  And it’s insane, because I’ve only known her for a few days, and yet it’s like…”

  His voice trails off and Robin sees him, sees Killian, for the conflicted and decent human being he is.

  Killian, however, rolls his eyes and then seems to come to a decision.  “Damn it all, she’s fucking part of me .”  He barks a watery laugh.  “I don’t know how on earth this happened.”  

He looks up at Robin and sighs.  “But I know that I don’t want it to stop.”

  Robin exhales and leans back.

They are both quiet for a long time.

  Finally Robin clears his throat.  “I didn’t know she’d saved your life.”

Killian shrugs and Robin waits another beat before he goes on.  “I looked her up. Checked her clearance. She never rated above limited L8, and now I wonder if this is how Will fits into this puzzle.”  Robin takes a few seconds to run scenarios in his head, and gets an awful, sneaking suspicion. “You care for this girl, and you’re good friends with Will, and you have a reputation for being—-”

“Reckless?”

Robin rolls his eyes.  “Untamed.”

Killian laughs out loud.  “That’s a gorgeous official euphemism for ‘unable to play by the rules’.”

  Robin catches himself truly liking Killian.  Not just as a potential ally. As a person. It makes what he has to say next much harder.

“I think you’ll be tempted to do something stupid.  Like chip her illegally.”

  Killian’s face doesn’t move, not one muscle, and yet, somehow, it’s all there.

  “Fuck.”  Robin leans forward, drops his voice to just above audible.  “Killian. You didn’t.”

Killian’s face still doesn’t move and Robin resists the urge to reach across the table and shake him till he rattles.

“You fucking chipped her already.  Do you even know what you have done?  That’s the chair, Killian. The chair.”

Killian’s voice is possibly even lower than Robin’s.  “You are not the first person to point this out to me.”

The urge to shake him becomes overwhelming.  

  “It gets more complicated.”  Killian’s voice is barely a breath now.  “Will gave me a message.”

Robin can’t help it.  He laughs. It sounds helpless.  “I knew the onion blossoms were code for something.”

“No they weren’t.”  Killian chuckles and leans back.  “They were just a diversion. And Will letting me know that he’s all right.”

Robin raises an eyebrow in question.

“We used to come up here for onion blossoms after especially hard missions.  Or especially hard nights of drinking and poker.” He smirks. Robin can see the pain behind it.  He knows what ‘hard missions’ means. “So that really was Will just letting me know he’s OK.” Killian’s smirk turns into a grin, a real one.  “And giving me an opportunity to come see him again, in case I needed to talk. Without raising suspicion.”

Robin shakes his head.  “So what was the code?”

Killian looks him over in barely concealed amusement.  

“And you call yourself the Head Of Covert Ops.  When you missed the real message entirely.” He leans forward once more, lowers his voice once again to a whisper.  “Morse code, Robin. Tapped against his knee.”

  Robin wants to slap himself.  Hard. He had seen Will’s fingers tap and not paid attention - intent as he was, trying to crack the code words he was convinced they were using.  Some agent he is. 

  “And that’s why I’m here,” Killian goes on.  “Will’s message. That is why I need your help.”

Robin gets up to nod at Granny.  She points her chin up.

“Come with me.”  Robin looks back at Killian and slides out of the booth.  “This is not a conversation for a diner booth, no matter how private the diner.  Or the booth.” He allows himself a small smile. “I have a secret Covert Ops office upstairs.  And I think you have more than earned your admission.”

-/-

Two Levels above Granny’s diner, in the large room with the enormous windows, the blond man and his wife look at each other in silence.

  It is the man who breaks it in the end.

  “Mary Margaret,” he finally says, “you know this was not your fault.  You know that.”

She shakes her head.  “Wasn’t it? We greenlit the op.  We told Regina she could take two scores of agents and assault a Level about which we knew nothing.”

He takes her hand.  “Not nothing. Commander Mills had intel.  She had a NO/GO from the Level in question.  She had recon reports from one of her own operatives.”

“Intel.”  The woman laughs.  It sounds nothing but dejected.  “All this information we supposedly had, all this calling for decisive action, for using this narrow window of opportunity , where did it get our agents in the end?  Except dead?”

  “Mary Margaret.”  The man’s voice is firm now.  “What’s this about? You’ve made harder decisions, we both have.”

She shakes her head again, and then sighs.  It takes her long moments to answer. “It’s that damn report.  It’s driving me crazy.”

“What report—— oh.”  The man takes her hand in both of his now.  “The name of the NO/GO? Her circumstance?”

“Please don’t say it, David.  Just don’t.” The woman’s eyes grow shiny for a moment and she clears her throat several times.  “I know it’s silly and I know it’s futile and I know it’s nothing but a coincidence, but it’s driving me nuts.  It feels like the past 30 years have been nothing but a very bad dream, and for the first time in decades, I want to wake up .”

  The man says nothing.

But he pulls the woman close, hugs her harder than he has in years, and kisses the top of her head.  “I know,” he whispers. “Mary Margaret, I know.”

She shudders.

He just holds her more tightly.

  A loud buzzing noise makes them break apart on the spot, without missing a beat, looking nothing but composed as the doors slide back to admit Commander Mills.

.

Regina can read a room, and this room reads exceedingly unwelcoming.  She bites back a long-suffering sigh and reminds herself to play nice with the Rulers, with these people playing at being in charge, who know nothing at all about what it takes to keep a Level clean and functioning and undisturbed.

But for now she must placate these two, must maintain their delusions of command.  And that includes coming when summoned.  

Regina is playing a very long game.  Catering to the people above her is part of it.

  Mary Margaret nods in greeting with the most minuscule inclination a head has ever tilted.  David merely blinks. Regina herself salutes, as is required, and only barely keeps herself from rolling her eyes.

  “Commander.”  David’s voice is brusque and impatient.  “You’ve had the companion for more than 24 hours now, and still we have no reports, either from you, or Lieutenant Locksley.”

Regina cannot stop herself from quirking an eyebrow in condescension.  Imbeciles, the both of them.

“Sir,” she says, trying for neutral, “the companion is a dust fiend.  Coherent conversation was impossible while she was coming down.”

“And now?”  Mary Margaret’s voice makes it very clear that any kind of stalling on Regina’s part will not be tolerated.  Regina has somewhat more respect for Mary Margaret than she does for David, because she senses a spine of real steel in the woman across from her, one which will not bend.

“We are questioning her now,” Regina acquiesces.  “It looks like she has enough information to allow us more action against Gold.  Effective action.”

David smirks.  “What does she want in return?”

Regina sighs.  “What they all want, of course.  A life up here.”

  “Give it to her.”  Mary Margaret’s voice brooks no argument, and she ignores the surprised looks from both Regina and David.  “Give her everything she wants. But -- ” her voice becomes sharper than a scalpel— “make it contingent on the veracity of her information.  She gets the good life only if her story checks out.”

“That was the plan,” Regina says, but Mary Margaret cuts her off.

“You don’t understand, Commander.  I’m not talking about long, drawn-out intel-gathering sessions and new battle plans.”  She looks at David for a long moment, and then Regina sees him nod. “I’m not risking another assault, and I don’t want to give Gold the time to regroup.  I want you to pull every last bit of useful information from that woman tonight , and then I want a quiet, covert mission.  Carried out by the operative of your choice and the NO/GO.  The objective of which is to remove Gold and Walsh from the equation.  Permanently.”

  Regina grinds her teeth while she does some quick calculations in her head.  But much as she hates being told what to do, she can’t refuse this direct order.

Nor can she obfuscate nor prevaricate.  The mission is clear.

And convenient.

“Understood.”  Regina inclines her own head a fraction.  Two salutes are entirely unnecessary. “Permission to resume interrogation?”

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Mary Margaret’s “Dismissed!” is a hiss of cold air, and she watches as Commander Mills exits the chamber.

Then she slowly turns to her husband.  “Am I making a mistake?” There is doubt in her voice.

Doubt and guilt and the old pain of loss.

He leans over and very gently strokes her cheek, once.  His voice is soft when he answers, soft, but firm. “No, my love.  I think you are taking the only sensible course of action.” He straightens back up.  “The only one.”

She smiles, holds up her wrist to a wall terminal, and pushes a few buttons.

The blond man looks over her shoulder.  “What are you doing?”

The woman smiles again, and this time it is all calculated anticipation.  “I think it’s high time we talked to Lieutenant Locksley.”

-/-

Emma is in the middle of her second sandwich, and he can see the strain in how rigid her spine is, how deliberate her movement.  She has been putting each sandwich down completely on her plate, both hands off, until she’s finished chewing, and only then picking it up again.

  She hasn’t listened to a word he has said.

  When she gets done and looks up, he offers her another and she shakes her head.  And only then seems to realize that time has passed, lots of time. She bites her lip and he hates how guilty she looks, how ashamed.  Her teeth are digging grooves into her skin and he runs his thumb across her chin.  

“Stop that,” he whispers.  Her face relaxes a fraction, but her eyes remain downcast.  

.

“It was a sport.”

She just blurts it out, sudden and sharp, and when she looks up she seems surprised by her own outburst.  She shakes her head, tries to take a deep breath, and it sounds like a sob.

“Sorry,” she whispers.

“Emma.  Please don’t--- you don’t have to be sorry.”  He lets his hand run down her arm until it covers hers, clasped tightly in her lap.  

She looks like a coiled spring.  Tension is nearly making her vibrate.  

He squeezes her fingers.  “What was a sport?”

  Tears spring to her eyes.  She takes another shuddering breath and then it comes at him in a rush.

  “Feeding time.  Walsh came up with it.  It brought in lots of cash.”  She chuckles. It’s a terrible sound.  “They cleared out the tables of the bar once a day and put food on the floor, in troughs and trays and buckets.  And then they let loose all us girls, all at once. All the regulars.” Tears are starting to fall and her voice becomes hoarse, and desperate.  “There wasn’t nearly enough for everyone, we had to fight for our share. And the Dragons and the dust runners and the Golden Circle, they all sat in the booths and watched.  They made bets on us. It was big business.”

  Her eyes are fixed on a point over his left shoulder.  He has a hard time breathing. He remembers her medical records from when she first came to Holding.  All the evidence of abuse.

  “Fighting for food is--- primal.”  Her voice is still hoarse, but now it’s detached.  It sounds like she’s talking about somebody else. “It’s funny—” he can’t see a single funny thing about it— “you can tell yourself you won’t do it, that you won’t stoop to that level, that you won’t let them make you into an animal for fucking sport , but you get hungry enough, you fight.”  

She exhales a long breath that ends in a bitter laugh.  “In the end it doesn’t matter that you are friends with these girls, that they are just as hungry as you, just as trapped by circumstance as you.  That you need each other outside that room. None of it matters. In the end, you do fight.” Her voice trails off, quiet and sad. “In the end, you do.”

She looks at him, ashamed.

Ashamed.

.

Rage such as he has never known, ever, floods his system and blinds him for a moment.  

He wants to run down to L3 at a sprint and kill every last piece of filth that sat around that bar, watching human beings fight for sustenance.  

For survival.  

For the entertainment of others.  The gain of others.

He wants to break their necks with his bare hands, watch the shocked pain on their faces, punish them for the utter degradation, the depravity, the indignity of--

. 

His eyes snap open wide.

By all the stars in the sky, they are no different up here.

They call them NO/GOs, these people, these people , who dare to try and escape that fate.  

They call them NO/GOs, as if they’re not human, as if being born on the wrong fucking Level is somehow their fault . 

They call them NO/GOs and send them back Down, or give them the needle, for the cardinal sin of wanting to live.

Up here, Above, is no different at all.

.

“Emma.”  His voice is a whisper.  “Emma, I...”

He can’t finish.  He doesn’t have the words for what he wants to say.  There is nothing he can say that won’t sound trite and inadequate.  

He runs shaking fingers down the scar on her face, and this moment is suddenly so much bigger than him,

so much bigger than them ---

  She quirks a smile, guilty, self-deprecating.

Apologetic. When the last thing he needs is her to feel sorry for anything. Anything.

  With a choked groan he pulls her against him, wraps her up as tightly as he dares, and promises himself that no matter what happens, no matter what happens , Emma Swan’s life will get better from now on.

His arms shake as they tighten around her.

  She pulls back a tiny little bit, just enough to look up at him, and he can feel it, can feel her , 

as a living, breathing part of him, 

as the proverbial fucking heartbeat inside of him, beating alongside his own---

and he bends down to kiss her.

Can’t not kiss her.

  Their connection goes live with a roar of something primal, a spark of recognition, a rush of blood,  pounding in his ears, and it melds them together, says all the things for which he can’t find the words, and she responds—-

she responds---

  She kisses him back like she is the driftwood and he is the lifeline, runs her hands up his back, up his neck, into his hair; runs her fingers down his cheek, reads him like Braille, as he opens his mouth

parts her lips slowly

swallows her low moan, her long sigh, her deep breath

and tastes her for the very first time.

.

A loud beep rings through the apartment, and the door doesn’t wait, just swooshes open, and Killian comes up with a curse on his lips—- 

Only to find himself face to face with Commander Mills.

Who looks murderous.

  “Captain Jones.”  Regina’s voice is devoid of emotion.  Which means she is beyond fury. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Killian feels Emma trying to pull back and simply holds on to her.  He will not cower, not for this. Never for this. Instead he nods.

“Commander.”  His voice is steady, and Emma has stopped squirming.  He keeps one hand around her waist as he turns to Regina.  “What can I do for you?”

The door whooshes shut behind Commander Mills as she walks past them to take a seat on Killian’s arm chair.  As if she owned the place. “Come sit.” She waves an imperious hand at both. “I have a proposition for you.”

.

Emma lets Killian pull her towards the sofa and down next to him.  It feels surreal, all of it.

Everything since Killian got her out of Holding has been incongruous, bordering on the absurd, but the most disparate thing of all is Killian himself.  The way he remains at her center, steady as bedrock; real and unwavering and—- 

She feels their connection like a physical entity, like a stream of energy arcing between them, and she can no longer fight it.

Doesn’t want to fight it.

Wants to keep it, this amazing, incredible, wonderful thing that has happened to her miserable, hopeless existence.  Wants to stay inside this beautiful feeling, whatever it is, with him.

With him.

. 

“Out of the question.”  She feels Killian’s chest vibrate as he speaks next to her, and realizes she has missed part of the conversation.

“Send me back Down all you want.  But not Emma.”

She looks at him, at the way his eyes are narrowed and his brows drawn, at the way Commander Mills’ face conveys nothing and yet looks livid, somehow.

“May I remind you, Captain, that your NO/GO has no rights up here, save those we grant her?  If we order her to go Down with you, Down she goes.”

  Emma feels Killian’s arm tighten almost painfully around her, and puts a hand on his leg.  He takes a deep breath and looks at her.

“Emma.”  His eyes are large and earnest.  “You are never going back down there.  I am not coming back with pieces of you.”  

  Warmth spreads inside her, with promise, with hope .

  “Killian.”  She turns to meet his gaze head-on.  “You are not going Down by yourself. Ever .”

He opens his mouth to protest when Regina speaks.

“It is quite simply not up to you, Captain.  You can go on this mission with the NO/GO—-” Emma watches as Killian nearly bites the tip of his tongue off— “or you can go to the brig while I send somebody else Down with her.”  Regina leans forward. “Now, which one will it be?”

  Emma has not seen many storm clouds in her life, but she has read about them in many, many books.  None of them could possibly compare to what’s happening in Killian’s eyes as she watches a war raging behind them, feels his body next to her tighten like a suspension wire - his spine rigid, his shoulders stiff -,  as he finally nods. 

  “Very well, Commander.”  His voice sounds strained to the breaking point.  “What is the mission?”

Regina smiles a supercilious smile that borders on triumphant and makes Emma’s hair stand on end in warning.

“Black bag,” she says.  “Just you and the NO/GO.  Go back to L3 and eliminate Walsh and Gold.”

*

Thank you so so much for reading!

#CS fic #CS fic rec #cs au #thisonesatellite #we kill the flame #future dystopia #cyberpunk captain swan #darkness and humor and fluffy angst and hope #but this will get such a massive happy ending

[lovemychoices]

RoD- Playing with Fire. CH2 (1/2)

Book: Ride or Die

Pairing: Colt x MC

Once upon a time, an angel fell for a devil and they called it true love. -J.P.D

Kaela Matsuo didn’t think she would fall in love with someone during her senior year of highschool it was the last thing on her mind but then she met Colt while hanging out with Logan and everything changed. After taking down Jason and saying their heartbreaking goodbyes will Kaela and Colt ever find a way back to each other again? And if they do are they ready to face new obstacles together?

Disclaimer : Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them.

I’m not a professional writer, just someone with a creative outlet finding a way to express herself. (And trying to improve as I go.) Also sorry for the grammatical errors in advance, I like only double check my work once.

Word count : 2123

Chapter Summary: A heart breaking phone call and a broken Kaela.

A/N : Ha! Finally posted the second chapter of this series. Sorry I’m really bad at updating been busy with life and work stuff, what was thinking doing more than 1 series 🤷🏻‍♀️. This chapter will consist of 2 parts.

Big shoutout to @thecordoniandiaries and @client-327 for listening to my ramblings and throwing ideas around.

Rating : This is a PG-18 series, there will be Violence, NSFW and other PG-18 stuff. If you read this you acknowledge you are above 18 years old.

Warning/ Triggers : A lot Angst, mentions of character death. I’m sorry this chapter might only contain 2% fluff or no fluff at all. If you think you can’t handle this cup of Tea you may skip this chapter. You have been warned!

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Rod tag list : @liamzigmichael4ever @client-327 @brightpinkpeppercorn @lovehugsandcandy @lilyofchoices @justdani14 @zaffrenotes @queenkaneko

Song Inspiration: Chord Overstreet - Hold On

Loving and fighting

Accusing, uniting

I can't imagine a world with you gone

The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of

I'd be so lost if you left me alone

Ximena’s words hit Kaela like a knife to the heart, her breath catches her throat trying to process everything, her body trembled unable to form the next words. This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening. “Tell me this isn’t true X, tell me this is just one of Colt’s stupid plans or something.” She stammers. “How do you even know it’s him it could be someone else?!”

“Because. Because we were working together on a job when it happened. Something went wrong the cops got wind of our operation and they ended up chasing him, the roads were slippery from the rain and he. He just lost control. I overheard from the police scanner that he was found dead on the spot. Kaela I really am so so sorry, I know how much Colt meant to you, how much you both meant to each other.” She informs Kaela regretfully.

“W— Where is he?” Kaela asks her breath shaky but Ximena hesitates from answering. “Ximena where is Colt? Where did they take the body? Please answer me!” She pleads desperately. Ximena could feel that Kaela was hurt and being in denial, not wanting to face the reality of losing Colt. She treads carefully before she finally speaks. “Kaela, it’s not a good idea. The accident it messed Colt up badly, he wouldn’t want that image of him to be the last thing you remember.”

“I don’t care Ximena!” She belted. “I want to see it with my own eyes. I have to please, please, please.” Her voice cracks, her eyes start welling with tears. “Please I need to see him.”

Ximena hesitates again but finally gives in, she gives Kaela the address. Kaela quickly grabs her purse and keys from the counter but before she hangs up there was something else Ximena had to tell her. “Kaela before you go you should know, your dad. He is the one who is handling the case.” Kaela pauses at the threshold of the door when Ximena mentions her dad, they haven’t been close ever since the whole MPC argument. Sure they talked every once in a while to catch up on each others lives but things were never the same as they were before.

She closes her eyes then lets out a calm sigh. “Thank you Ximena, I know you’re risking a lot just by calling me right now.” “Take care Kaela.” Ximena advises her then hangs up. Kaela shoves her phone into her handbag slamming the door behind her quickly races to find Colt.

****

Kaela drove as fast as she could, hitting the gas pedal speeding across the highway. Swiftly maneuvering through the city and over taking every car that was in her way, she could feel the rush of adrenaline in her blood. “I promise I’ll find away for us to be together again.” The memory of Colt’s words the last time they saw each other came crashing back, tears began welling up in her eyes once more and she quickly wiped them away. She needed to see if it was really. Please don’t let it be him. She quickly put her car in park upon arriving at the coroner's office. Getting out and slammed the car door behind her, not caring that she was double parked.

“Excuse me miss you can’t be here at this hour.” The security at the front desk exclaimed as she barges into the building. Kaela ignores the security guard, quickly pacing past him looking at the signs above for the morgue. She turns the corner and she sees him, her dad standing outside the door that leads to the morgue. “Dad!” She called running towards him. Mr. Matsuo turns his eyes widen, hands in his pocket. “Kaela? W— What are you doing here?” He stutters. “You shouldn’t be here Kaela.”

“I need to see him.I need to know if it’s really him” She tries to head for the door leading to the morgue but he stops her blocking her path giving her a regretful look. “Dad what are you doing to get out of my way.”

“Kaela please don't do this, don’t make yourself hurt anymore than you already have.” He pleads but Kaela doesn’t listen trying to force her way in. He finally shows her a clear evidence bag to get her attention. “Kaela these are some of the things we found on him or at least what we managed to salvage.” She swallows a lump in her throat when she sees what was in it, among the things was a familiar Jade Kitsune.

****

Flashback here..

It was the night of senior prom, the first time Colt and Kaela confessed their love for each other, it was also the first time they slept together. The first time she gave herself to someone. Kaela nestled herself under his arms, her head resting on his bare chest feeling a sense of total bliss. How could anyone with the tendency to bring danger wherever he goes make her feel so safe at the same time. “What’s on your mind sweetheart?” Colt calmly asked while he traced soothing lines on her arm.

“Just thinking about how much I wished we could stay like this forever. No schemes, no bad guys to take down. Just us.. like this in this moment.” She murmured.

“Believe me I’ve been thinking the same thing.” He replied then heaves a sigh. “But we’re going to have to go back to reality soon.”

Kaela turned stretching her hand toward the side table grabbing her small clutch, she opened it and took out a small jade pendant then handed it to Colt. “Is this a Kitsune?” Colt asked cocking an eyebrow as he rubbed his fingers on the Jade pendant. “Mhmm..” She hummed nestling herself back into his arms. He turned the Kitsune behind and noticed some Japanese symbol engraved to it.

ケイラ

“What does this mean?” He questioned. Kaela rolled onto her stomach, propping her head on her hands and smiled when she saw the engraving on the Jade pendant. “It’s supposed to be a translation of my name when written in Kanji. When I was a child, my cousin was babysitting me and decided it was a good idea to let a six year old watch a horror movie. I was traumatized for weeks after that, I couldn’t sleep without the lights on. Then one day my mom gave me this, she told me that Jade crystals are used in asian cultures to ward off evil and that Kitsune’s are known to bring wisdom, long life and luck.”

“They are also known to be tricksters.” He added with a devilish grin. “You’re not the only one with some Japanese blood running through their veins, remember?”

“Maybe that’s why I’m attracted to you.” She winked. “Really? I thought it was because of how cute I was.” He chuckled and she swats him playfully, her expression quickly changes into something sincere. “I want you to have it Colt. It kept me safe all these years, it would make me feel better knowing you have it with you.”

“Kaela I can’t take this from you. You said so yourself your mom gave it to you. I know that this must mean a lot.” He replied.

“It does, but you mean a lot more to me so I want you to have it. Just promise me you’ll keep it with you wherever you go.” She grinned.

Colt doesn’t answer at first instead he pulled her into a deep kiss, when they parted he tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “I promise you, I’ll keep this close to me until my very last breath.”

***

Present day..

Kaela’s shoulders drop when she sees the Jade Kitsune she gave Colt the night of her senior prom. She felt her body tremble and drops on to her knees, pressing her hands on her head and cries. “No, no, no.This can’t be. This can’t. I can't. I can't. I... I can't. I can't. No. It hurts. It hurts. Just make it stop! Please make it stop! It hurts!”

Mr.Matsuo saw how much the news affected her. His heart feels like it’s breaking into a million pieces watching his daughter like this but what’s done can’t be undone. He kneels down and gives her a tight hug rubbing soothing circles trying to comfort her. “It’s okay Kaela. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

But how could she be? Every inch of her body was hurting when the realization that she would never see him, talk to him or touch him ever again hit her. That last piece of hope that she was clinging on to that piece that kept her going it was gone. Kaela couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe, She felt like she was suffocating. “I can’t. I can’t breathe. I can’t. Please make it stop. Dad just make it stop! Make it stop!”

****

A few months have passed since she got the heartbreaking news about Colt, they say a broken heart will heal over time but time did nothing for Kaela. Losing Colt hit her hard, she was falling back on all her classes, her grades were slipping, so she decided to take a semester off. She lost a lot of weight because she wasn’t eating well, she wouldn’t leave her apartment unless she had to work or buy some things at the grocery. She isolated herself from the outside world.

“Ah! What the actual fuck?!” Kaela growls as the blinding sunlight pierces through her eyes.

“Get up, we’re going out tonight!” Riya exclaims after opening the curtains, she pulls Kaela’s blanket away from her. Kaela takes a small plush pillow next to her and covers her face from the blinding light, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Go away Riya, I’m not in the mood to go anywhere right now.”

“I'm serious Kaela!” Riya insisted placing both hands on her waist but Kaela pretends not to care. When she sees how stubborn Kaela was being, she drops her shoulders and heaves a sigh. She hated seeing her best friend like this, she takes a sit on the bed next to Kaela. “Listen, I know how much you loved Colt and I can’t imagine what you’ve been going through but it’s been almost 3 months Kaela, even if you’re not over him you can’t just live your life like this forever. When was the last time you went out for fresh air or even had a proper meal?” Riya asked but Kaela still refuses to answer her. “I’m not asking you to move on from Colt if you’re not ready, I just don’t want you to spend the rest of your life miserable and all alone. You haven’t been out in ages, who knows this could be good for you? Meeting new people, opening new doors. Just try Kaela, if not for me then for yourself.” Riya got up from Kaela’s bed and heads for the door she hesitates at the threshold then looks over at Kaela. “There’s a party tonight at Mike's house if you happen to change your mind I’ve sent you the e-vite along with the address. I really hope you’ll come.

Kaela waited until Riya left the apartment before getting out of bed, feeling dizzy as she slowly stood up. She heads to the bathroom dragging her fit. A nice long soak in the tub would be good. She dips her hand into the water to make sure the temperature was right. As soon as the bath was ready, she strips off her clothes and slowly stepped into the bathtub.

She closed her eyes trying to relax, trying to forget until mind slowly drifted and she found herself submerged in the water. But then she hears the voices, a surge of memories come crashing all at once. I love you Kaela.. I promise I’ll find a way for us to be together again.. Kaela I’m sorry… I can't. I can't. No. It hurts. It hurts.. Just make it stop! Please make it stop! It hurts!... I love you, Colt. Hold on to that. Kaela emerges from the water, gasping for air. She could feel her heart pounding as she panted, trying to catch her breath.

Once she managed to compose herself, she gets out of the tub and dries off before wrapping herself in a towel then heads to the sink. Kaela wipes the mist that built up on the mirror, she then leans against the sink staring at her reflection. She doesn’t recognize the person standing in front of her, it looked like an entirely different person, like someone who was broken inside and out. Fuck maybe Riya was right, I need to get out of this apartment a night out should help make me forget.

#playchoice #playchoices ride or die #choices ride or die #Colt x MC #colt kaneko #mc x colt #Logan x Mc #choices rod

[witcherfic]

So_u_like_pkmn March 13, 2020 at 11:09PM

by So_u_like_pkmn

Jaskier tried his damnedest to keep his feelings in check, he busied himself with drinks, woman and song and for the most part- it worked. Geralt didn't suspect a thing, and if he did he kept to himself. You could never tell that behind the cheery blue eyes, there were constant fantasies of being manhandled.

A few years ago he may have attempted to seduce him as he would any other lover, but he had grown to value Geralt's friendship too much to risk it. A doppler, presenting as Geralt however- that was a different story.

It's one night. The Witcher would never know! Right? Wrong. Everything would have been fine if Geralt didn't come back from a hunt early to find the bard on his knees.

Words: 2123, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Dopplers, Shapeshifters - Freeform, Porn with a little bit of Plot, Hiding Your Feelings, Mutual Pining, but they dont know its mutual, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, no beta we die like witchers, chapter two will be spicier, Rating May Change?

#witcher #witcher fic #fic recs #ao3feed

[everydaydeeds]

Day 2123 - Confession: despite the energy usage, I desperately want my house to be one of the ones that’s fully decked out in Christmas lights. But we decided the rule was that we are only allowed to acquire used lights. Tonight I excitedly adopted these from someone in my local Buy Nothing group - woo hoo!

#christmas #lights #christmas lights #buy nothing #buy nothing project #used #reuse #second chance #second life #holiday #everydaydeeds