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thisistinirussell · 7 months

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hi babeeee, can I ask you a smut with Lando with Leclerc!reader and they meet at the club and have a one night stand after the race in Vegas?

I‘m so sorry!

I know it took me ages to response, but work kept me pretty busy the last days! Hope you understand! Xx🫶🏼

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„What happens in Vegas..“

pairings: lando norris x leclerc!reader

warnings: SMUT! (18+ content), alcohol consume, language!, one night stand, NOT PROOF READEN (not my native language🫶🏼)

Where Vegas and your brothers friend keep your deepest secret..

The first Grand Prix in Vegas..

It was one of the weekends you were free and decided to cheer for your brother Charles at his first race there. His season until now, wasn‘t the greatest, so you thought he would be happy if his little sister would be here and support him. But what you didn‘t know, was that this trip to Vegas wouldn‘t stay as harmless as you thought.

Max was celebrating his win once again and invited your brother, his teammate and you to his party. First, Charles wasn‘t really in the mood, because the race didn‘t go very well for him. But after a lot of talking in on him, he said yes. So you were getting ready, putting on a short black satin dress, some highheels and normal straight hair. You looked hot and you absolutely knew that.

„So? Are you ready?“ your brother asked, already dressed and styled. „Yes! I can‘t wait! I wasn‘t on a night out for ages!“ you said completely excited. He laughed a bit. „You sound like a teenager..“ Charles said, getting into the car with you. On the way to the Party you picked up Carlos. Then you drove to a Club, where Max invited everybody.

Already at the entry, everything smelled like beer and cigarettes. After the bouncer asked for your ID, you got in the club, with Charles and Carlos following you. You knew everyone on the grid. But you knew George, Lando, Alex and Carlos the best, because they were close friends with your brother. You were glad that, George and Alex were so tall, so you could see them already in the crowd of people. You made your way over to them.

Some hours later, most of them were already pretty drunk. So were you. Only Lando stayed sober, to drive his friends home after the night out. Your brother went home early, because he still had some stuff to do, so his friend Lando agreed to bring you home, when he leaves.. little did you know..

It was nearly 4am.. Lando and you were already talking for some time about things you would never talk about sober. First of all you talked about your ex. And Lando listened very well.. „So.. ever since i didn‘t have sex.. and i miss it..“ you finished your sentence before you took another shot.

Lando started to grin a bit. „You tell me you didn‘t have sex for about two years??“ he asked. Lando seemed pretty shocked. You just shook your head. The brit was quiet for a little moment.. „I think we should change that..“ he said after some time of thinking. Your eyes went wide. „Wait.. what?..“ you asked him. „Why not? You seem needy.. i want to change that..“ he said and pulled you closer. You just nodded. You never would have imagined yourself being this close to your brothers friend. But Charles wasn‘t here.. so you thought why not.. or maybe your just weren‘t thinking and lost all your inhibitions to say no.

Lando took your hand and got out of the club with you, to his car, it wasn’t a bed and not that comfortable, but for a quick fuck it would be good enough.

„Get in.“ he commanded and opened the door to get on the Backseat. You did what he wanted and got in the car. Lando followed you in and locked the doors.

There was not very much space but enough for him to get rid of your panties, which was easy because of the short dress you wore. He pushed you down on the seat and got on top of you. „Let this be our Secret.. no one needs to know about this..“ he whispered while kissing and biting your neck a bit. „Yes..“ you just whispered while pulling on his trousers impatiently. „Want me to put it off?“ he asked provocative. You bit your lip softly and just nodded. „Beg for it.“ he commanded and tried to sit up, while he got his shirt off.

„Please… please Lando.. i need you so much..“ you nearly whimpered. It was a bit weird for you to beg your brothers friend to fuck you. But he was good looking and you could have bet that he was good in bed. And you were absolutely right.

Out of nowhere he pushed two of his fingers inside you. You moaned a little when he started to move them gently in and out. „More.. please! More!“ you said and grabbed his other hand. „Hmm.. you like that.. but if you already like this.. how about that?..“ he said and started to suck and lick on your wet and sensitive clit while still moving his fingers. Out of pleasure your hand got into his hair and pulled it a bit. „Fuck yes! if I knew you would be that good I would have done that earlier!“ you whispered. Lando smirked a bit while licking you out. You felt how he got you so close to the edge. He was not doing this for the first time, you were sure.

You were pressing your hip against his head and leaned your head back. right before you were about to orgasm he pulled off and smirked. You whined.

„Why did you stoppp?“ you asked Lando frustrated. „You think i would let you finish this early? I didn‘t even fuck you right!“ he said and laughed a bit. You sighed. He smirked a bit and pushed his length into your drenching hole. You put your head back and needed some time to get used to the pain you were feeling when he started moving. It was just way too long ago.

He closed his eyes of pleasure. Feeling you tighten around his cock.

His hand placed on your hips to pull you towards his hard dick, gliding in and out and picking up pace. Your moans got louder and his name found it’s way somewhere in between the moaning and the swearing of you both. „Mhh.. you take it so well baby…“ he whispered completely turned on and his grip got tighter.

After a while you pushed him on the seat and got on top of him, riding him. „Come on baby.. faster..“ he whispered and pulled your hair roughly. „I know how much you love, to feel my dick inside your wet dripping pussy..“ he said murmured in your ear. „yes! I do!“ you said getting a bit faster pressing his head against your chest.

„How about I‘ll fill you up? I bet you look good with my cum, all over your cunt.“ he searched his way down your body to your clit. Carefully he started to rub it und got faster with every circle his fingers made. „God Lando, I‘m gonna cum!“ you moaned and pulled his hair a bit. „Not yet babygirl. You will cum when I tell you to!“ he shouted and grabbed your ass to help you pick up the pace a little bit more. „Please! I can‘t hold it.. i need to..“ you begged. You really wanted to wait for his permission, but you were so close.. your legs already shaking and your grip in his hair got tighter. Exactly this moment he felt, how close he were. „Now you can cum baby.“ He whispered. Lando didn‘t need to tell you twice. So you tightened around his dick a little more and felt how releasing it were when you felt how he also came into you and filled you perfectly.

Your breath was a heavy. Also was his. „Fuck.. that was great..“ he whispered leaning his head back. You nodded a bit, coming down. „I needed that so bad..“ you said looking down on you two before getting off your brothers friend. He followed you with his look while you searched for your panties somewhere underneath the driver‘s seat. So he cleaned himself with a tissue and got in his Boxers and Jeans, not taking his eyes off you. He just couldn‘t believe himself, that he just had the sister of his friend in a kind of different way, than he expected at the beginning of the night.

„Hey.. can you do me a favor?..“ you asked him, while he put his shirt on. „Sure, what is it?“ he asked. „Could you please take me home?“ you asked him. He smiled a bit. „For sure.. that‘s why I‘m here.“ he said and got out to sit in the driver‘s seat. You also got out then and got into the passenger seat.

„Oh by the way.. let‘s agree on, never telling anyone..“ you said a bit shy, like he didn‘t just fuck you in his car. He grinned a bit and puts one hand on your thigh. „Sure.. what happens in Vegas..“ he started. „Stays in Vegas..“ you finished his sentence when he started to drive you home.

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allinestarr · 5 months

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Relentless 2/?

Charles Leclerc x Fem Driver Reader Platonic! / Max Verstappen x Fem Driver Reader!

(Guys if I had to describe this chapter in a song, it would be this.)

“ Uhhh I’m telling you going out tonight is a mistake.” You groaned as you spoke to your best friend over FaceTime.

“Y/N you deserve to celebrate. You worked hard all season and made second in drivers and constructers. Don’t devalue yourself. I know you’re bummed I can’t make it out but I promise we are going to have so much fun during break.”

“ I know Rachel but it’s just going to be so awkward. Lewis had to leave to Paris because he had some work obligations and everyone’s bringing their significant others and I’ll be the only one alone.”

“ That’s not true. Lando’s single and he’s going.”

“ Yea but you know how he is. He’s always got a crowd around him and goes off to Dj and can’t sit still. I’m going to look like a lost puppy following him around..”

“Well what about Fernando or Charles?”

“ Fernando left to be with his girlfriend in Spain and Charles.. well I don’t know. I think Alex had to leave because she had an emergency.”

“ Well there you go. Just hang out with Charles.”

“ Yea but I don’t want people to get the wrong idea. You know what happened last year. We hung out after he broke up with Charlotte and everyone blamed me for their breakup. It took a lot of pr to clear my name.”

“ Y/n it will be fine. Stop making up excuses and enjoy yourself!. Now, what are you wearing?.”

Sighing you went over a few outfits before you settled on a mid length open back black dress with some heels. Minimal make up cause you didn’t need it and some loose curls.

“ Y/n you look amazing!!” Rachel screamed.

“ You sure?. The dress feels tight and keeps riding up.”

“Y/n it’s perfect. Now go and get to the club. Have fun but not to much. Call me in the morning so we can debrief!. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

Soon after the Uber came and you made your way to the club.

“Y/n you made it!.” Lando said as he hugged you.

“ Yea. I said I’d come and here I am.”

Max was sitting off to the corner with Kelly and didn’t bother looking up to greet you. As time and drinks passed by everyone separated to dance or head off. Lando as predicted was at the Dj booth with his friends and Charles was pretty much drunk. You only had a few drinks so you only had a light buzz. To be honest, clubs and galas weren’t your scene so you couldn’t wait to leave.

“Y/n I love her soooooo much.” Charles slurred against your shoulder he leaned on.

“ I know Charles. Do you want to leave?.”

“No you don’t understand.. I love her soooo much. I regret being here. I wish I was with her right now. Everytime I’m not with her I’m so sad.”.

When you looked down at him you saw he was in fact crying, so you smiled and wiped away his tears.

“ Charles why don’t we leave so we can talk away from prying eyes.”

He smiled and nodded. When your Uber was outside you helped Charles up and he put his arm around your waist for support as you made your way outside the club. With no time to tell everyone you just decided to text them when you got back to the hotel. You didn't miss Max’s cold gaze following you with his fists clenched as you got closer to the exit. Kelly looked at him and followed his gaze to you. She raised her eyebrow curiously before looking back at Max with a scowl. Weird you though, but not your business.

Arriving at your shared hotel you took Charles to his room. He was pretty much dead weight by the time you laid him down on his bed.

“Ok Charles I’m going to leave you a glass of water and some ibuprofen for the morning. Get some rest and we will talk over breakfast.”

As you were walking away he grabbed your hand.

“No wait I want to ask you something…”

“What?.”

“Will you help me find a ring?..”

“Uh sure.. for what?..”

“For Alex. I want to ask her to marry me.”

“Yes!!. Of course I will!.” You smiled and hugged him.

“Please don’t tell anyone. I want it to be a surprise.”

“My lips are sealed. Now get some rest. We will have much to talk about in the morning!.”

Walking back to your room you bump into Lance. He smiled and nods a hello as you walk to the elevator to get your floor.

You woke up to your phone ringing and when checking, it was your best friend. As much as you wanted to decline the call to sleep in for another hour, you knew she would just call till you picked up.

“Hello..” you groaned.

“ Are you ok??.”

“Yea why would I?.”

“Well the things people were saying was pretty cruel.”

“What are you talking about??”

“Have you not checked any of your socials??”

“ No I just woke up. What’s going on??”

“Well, you were photographed with Charles and he was holding onto you and it looked like you had something going on. He was leaning close to your face and you were touching his face. They're saying Charles broke up with Alex since she’s not there and that you and him are having a fling. And the worst part is that someone who they say is a credible source said it was true.”

“That’s insane!. There’s nothing going on with Charles and I. He was drunk and was saying he missed Alex and started crying so i comforted him. I brought him back to his room and left. I can’t believe this is happening again!.”

“I know y/n. I didn’t believe it when I saw it. Listen I can come earlier if you want so you don’t have to be alone.”

As much as you wanted to at yes, you couldn’t. She’s already done so much for you and she’s taking 2 weeks off work just to spend time with you when she could be with her family.

“It’s ok Rae. I’ll be fine. I’m sure my pr is already working on fixing this. I promise I’ll keep you updated. I’ll see you next week.”

“Ok, just call me if anything. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye."

Staying in bed all day to grovel sounded pretty good right now, but you promised breakfast with Charles so after a quick shower you sent him a text and met in the lobby. You were met with paparazzi outside the hotel bombarding you with pictures and questions.

“Charles why did you cheat on your girlfriend?.”

“Y/n how long have you and Charles been together?. Before Charlotte or before Alex?.”

“Charles is true you let Y/n win in Brazil?.”

You couldn’t get to Charles car quicker as you sped off to the cafe. Opting to sit in the farthest table away from anyone you ordered some food and sat down in silence before Charles took off his sunglasses. His eyes were red and puffy. He'd been crying.

“Charles, what’s wrong?.”

“Well apart from what’s come out everywhere, Alex called me this morning. She… she broke up with me. She saw the pictures and said she couldn’t do it anymore.”

“But it’s not true.”

“I know, I told her that but she didn’t believe me. Not when they said there was a credible source. I called around and tried to find out who it was but all they said was it was someone close to the grid. I just don’t know who would do this!.”

“ No but I have my suspicions. Don’t worry about it, I will get this all cleared up. It's going to be ok. Now, I believe we were suppose to talk about a ring..”

“ I don’t know anymore..”

“Charles, listen to me. You love her and she loves you. You and i both know that that’s rare to find with our jobs. She’s been with you through thick and thin. You said you couldn’t stand being away from her for a second. If you say she’s the one, then she’s the one.”

“You’re right. I’m putting my faith in you. So should we talk about rings?.”

You smiled and nodded as you spoke about what kind of ring she’d like and where to go to look at some and what kind of proposals he had in mind. After wrapping up the conversation you parted ways promising to meet up in Monaco to go ring shopping.

The week passed by and you were in your apartment in Monaco with Rachel.

“What should we do today?”

“I have to meet up with Charles so I won’t be back till 3 or 4. Landos in town if you want to hang out with him.”

“What are you doing with Charles?.”

Remembering your promise to keep his secret you had to come up with a lie.

“We have to go over some stuff our pr asked us to do.”

She looked at you suspiciuosly but accepted your answer.

“Oh ok then. I’ll go hang out Lando. Call me when you get back.”

“Alright see you later.”

It felt bad lying to your best friend but under the circumstances, it was necessary. After visiting pretty much every jeweler in Monaco, nothing caught Charles eye.

“It’s ok, we will find something somewhere else. What if we go to Paris next week. I heard they have the cutest vintage rings.”

“I guess. It’s just so frustrating. Nothing is going right. I have been calling her nonstop and she blocked me. I showed up at her house and she won’t answer. I sent her flowers and letters and she sends them back. I’m losing hope here.”

“ Hey don’t say that. She will forgive you. I’m narrowing the list of suspects and when I find out, I'm going to set this right. Till then, call me if anything.”

The only 2 people you could think of was Lance and Max. When you called Lance and asked him straight up, he denied it. He said he saw you walk him into his room and walk right out but didn’t suspect or think anything of it. You believed him and apologized for bothering him. That left none other then Max. The last person you would ever talk to yet you found yourself dialing his number.

"Hello?"

“Meet me at my place in 1 hour.”

Before he could say anything you hung up. Luckily Rachel was still gone when you got back. An hour later the door bell rang and upon opening it, revealed a pissed off Max. Walking away from the door you waited for him in your living room. He closed the door behind him and sat next to you on the couch.

“Well on with it. You called me, so what do you want.”

“Did you tell the media I was having an affair with Charles?.”

“No!. Why the hell would you think I would waste my time talking about you?.”

“Gee I don’t know, maybe because you hate my guts and you were scowling at me all night at the club. I know it was someone close to grid who confirmed those false rumors. It all leads to you!.”

“Do you hear yourself sometimes?. I’m pretty sure it requires someone to care about the person to talk about them and you y/n, I don’t care about. So if that’s all, I’m out of here.”

Looking into his eyes you knew he was being honest so how was it possible you got it wrong. Is there someone else out there that hates you?. Who could it be?. Wait… now that you think about it.. it couldn’t be..

“Kelly?…”

“What?.” He furrowed his brows.

“It has to be her. The way she looked at me that night.”

“She would never do something like that!. Unlike you she has class.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?!.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve ruined Charles relationship.”

You couldn’t help the pit in your stomach and the tears welling up in your eyes. He went to far.

“You motherfu..”

Before you could finish your sentence Rachel walked in calling your name.

“Y/n everything good here?.”

“Yea, he was just leaving.”

Max regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He didn’t know why he said it. Was it because you accused his girlfriend or because he was jealous?. He got up and walked to the door but before walking to the elevator he turned around thinking of something to say but before the words came out you closed the door.

“Sorry…” he whispered to himself.

Max POV

Walking back to his place he thought about what you said. Kelly was mad that night and has been mad at him for quite a while. She said all he talked about was you. Whenever he lost he would talk about how you cheated someway or whenever he won he would say how much you sucked or how you didn’t drive as good as him. He said the only reason he wanted to win the championship was to rub it in your face. That night though was the worst fight he had with her.

Flashback to fight after club

Kelly saw how Max tensed when y/n showed up. She couldn’t tell if his face was red from the alcohol or from looking at y/n but she would keep a close eye. As the night went on and everyone went their own ways y/n danced with Charles and sat back down in the vip booth with him. Kelly didn’t miss how he clenched his fists and jaw when he saw y/n leave with Charles. It was so obvious to Kelly why. He didn’t want to talk when they got home but she wasn’t going to let it go.

“You like her don’t you?.”

“What are you talking about?. You’ve heard me all season complain about her, why would you assume I’d like her?.”

“Max im not blind. I saw the way you tensed when you saw her with Charles and how you watched her all night.”

“You’re imaging things. I could care less about y/n. Now please Kelly, drop it.”

Max didn’t leave any room for her to talk as he walked away to change and go to sleep. Deep down she knew it was more then that. Y/n would not take what she worked hard to get. So she made a call to one of her friends.

Back to Max POV

When he got home Kelly was sitting on the couch on the phone. He didn’t want to eaves drop but when he heard your name he stayed silent against the wall.

“Yea I can’t thank you again. It’s good everyone sees how much of a home wrecker Y/n is. I just couldn’t believe it when she told me she was with him again. I just hope she doesn’t do it to anyone else.”

When she finished her call he walked up to her.

“Hey baby you’re back early. I didn’t hear you come in. How was coffee with Charles?.”

“Why?.”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why would you ruin Y/n’s reputation?."

“I don’t know what your tal..”

“Stop lying!. I heard you!. You were the one who told the media Y/n was with Charles!.”

“And so what if I did!. Why do you care?!. You hate her, right?.”

“That’s not the point!. You lied!. I thought you were better then that.”

“And you don’t lie?. You think I’m stupid?!. I know you’re in love with her!. It’s so obvious. You said me and P were your whole world. We’ve been together for so many years and now you want to throw it away for some whore!.”

“Don’t try to manipulate me into the bad guy. I told you I don’t care about her. You lied and I can’t trust you. I think it’s best we take a break. We need space to think things through.”

“This is a mistake Max. We are a family. We can work this out.”

“No. I’ll pack some bags and you can stay here with P. I’m going to stay with my sister for a little bit. I’ll call you when I’m ready to speak to you.”

“Max don’t do this. Please!.”

As much as Kelly tried to convince Max to stay he had already packed his bags and prepared to leave before stopping in P’s room to say goodbye and that he’d be away in a business trip for a few weeks.

Back to Y/n

After Max left, Rachel tried to get you to talk but you told her you didn’t want to, so she dropped it. Instead you had a girls night in with some romcoms and your favorite foods. Everything was a mess so you decided to do something about it by starting off with Charles.

"Hey Rae, how do you feel about going to Italy next week?."

"Are you kidding me?? Is that even a question?. YES! YES! YES!!!!."

"Great, ill book our flights now."

Mission get Charles and Alex back together is in play.

The week went by fast without issue and soon enough you and Rachel were on the flight to Italy. You told Rachel about the plan minus the engagement part. After settling into the hotel you put on a summer dress with a hat and shades to not be recognized and headed to Alex’s house. Knocking on the door you waited till someone answered. When someone did, it was a middle aged lady.

“Hi, is Alex home?.”

The lady looked at you confused like she didn’t understand and you realized she probably didn’t speak English and you definitely didn’t speak Italian. So you tried loading up your translator app but it was taking forever to load. Another voice came from behind her that you recognized to be Alex.

“Y/n?”

Taking of your sunglasses and hat you nodded. She said something to the lady who walked away and then she leaned against the door.

“What are you doing here?.”

“Well, first to say me and Charles have never had any kind of relations. He’s been my friend since I’ve joined formula 1. I have never seen him in that way and never will. Secondly, I couldn’t stand seeing Charles mope around Monaco any longer. All he does is stay inside all day on his sim or play piano. And finally, I wanted to have some good gelato.” You smiled.

Alex’s face didn’t change as she processed all you've said. Eventually though, she smiled sadly.

“I miss him. I’ve never gone this long without him. I was so hurt and embarrassed when I saw those articles. Then he showed up here and it made me sick seeing him but even more turning him away. I tried moving on but all I can think about is him.”

A single tear dropped down her cheek as you hugged her.

“Is he here?.”

“No, he doesn’t know I came here. Listen why don’t we get some gelato and take a walk?”

She smiled and excused herself to get her purse. You texted Rachel.

y/n: Mission Charles and Alex back together Successful 💞✅

y/n: getting some gelato with Alex, be back soon. Don’t tell anyone including Charles, want it to be a surprise. 🤔

Rae: yayyy 😃

Rae: I love love 💕 🥰

Rae: my lips are sealed promise. 🤐🤫

Rae: also please bring me back a gelato 🍨 😀

Y/n: will do, see you soon!! 🫡

After talking to Alex for a while she agreed to come back with you to Monaco to see Charles. She didn’t call or text him to let him know, wanting it to be a surprise as well. Till then you spent your days eating the best food you could get and every gelato flavor you could find. Your pt was going to be pissed when you got back, but it was worth it.

The day came and you’d finally made it back to Monaco. Rachel had to leave the last day in Italy since she had to go back to work, so it was just you and Alex. The plan was to drop off your things first and head to Charles place. You didn’t know who was more nervous, you or Alex.

When you arrived at Charles front door you nodded to Alex as she let out a breath and knocked. Charles opened up and held his breath when he saw Alex. He was to stunned to speak so Alex did instead.

“Hi…”

“Oh hey sorry.. I just can’t believe it’s really you..”

“I’m sorry..” they both said in unison.

They laughed and Charles spoke,

“I’m sorry that I hurt you. Those rumors were just rumors. I love you and only you.”

“I know. I love you too. I was hurt but I know now that it was all lies. Y/n explained everything to me.”

That’s when he noticed you were next to Alex and he was confused.

“But how?.”

“She came to my house and told me. We spoke for a while and I understand. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“My love, you don’t have to apologize. It was my fault. I hope you can forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to be forgiven. It was a misunderstanding. Let’s just forget about this.”

“Well that’s my queue to go. Guys im happy for you. Im gonna leave you two love birds to it. If you need anything call or text. See you later.”

You said your goodbyes and headed back to your apartment. It was late so you just stopped by your favorite restaurant and got some food to go. Getting out of the elevator you could see a man sitting against your door. Cautiously you approached him and as he heard your footsteps he looked up.

“Max?…”

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klanceogies · 3 months

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hi i have klance f1 au brainrot

i can't stop thinking about little story details and backstories like. keith's dad was in f1 before. i feel like he didn't die in an f1 crash. maybe a regular car crash. the irony of this guy who races in incredibly fast speeds to be killed by something so ordinary, in a car, but not an f1 one. and it wasn't even his fault. some drunk driver or something. he didn't die on an f1 car because speed isn't what kills you, it's suddenly stopping that does.

also still talking about keith's background, keith coming from an f1 family background makes so much sense in my mind. him being an orphan would make it basically impossible to sustain himself in such an expensive sport as a kid like that. but since he was already in the scene, and people respected his dad, he had connections and sponsors (not to mention he had always shown that he was a prodigy in the sport so people were willing to bet on him and support him and his career). he met shiro through that environment too.

he also skipped f2 like a lot of really skilled rookies, but he popped into f1 seemingly "out of nowhere" years after a controversy in his f3 days. it goes like this: james, little asshole james coming close second in that season, is a shit person. he is just fucking mean. and keith has been having a shit year. and idk if you're gonna agree with this but hear me out. shiro crashes. like badly. like career-ending crash. he loses his arm and he is in the hospital, and of course he eventually makes a great recovery, but right now no one knows it yet. they just know that at the very least shiro is never going to race again. they don't know how his recovery is gonna go, IF he is going to recover.

keith is alone. since the death of his dad, he is completely alone. so yeah keith starts to lose it a little bit. and this season has been proving harder than expected, james closing the point gap for first place. the media can't stop making up stories about him, shiro was in the hospital, he had a lot issues with his team manageament, which made his season unnecessarily harder. with all of that, keith becomes more reckless. he has nothing to lose--only the championship.

so, a race happens. bad choices are made. of course james provoked him, coming too close, crashing into him races before but not being too penalized for it. saying some very unkind things about keith and his brother, who was still on the hospital. being a little shit overall. so keith closes in on james, a similar situation as hamilton and verstappen in silverstone back in 2021 (as a max girlie this makes me pissed off but oh well). james runs into the wall. thankfully james's injuries weren't very serious, but he got a broken hand which was enough to make him unable to drive until the end of the championship.

now keith was the champion, right? without james on the next races there is no competition anymore. but keith isn't very happy. his impusiveness damaged his car, and at the very least he will get a grid penalty for provoking that accident. well, it is worse. he is black flagged (idk a lot about black flags but like. provoking a crash like that SHOULD prompt a black flag tbh). his engineer tells him he might be suspended for a few races and he LOSES IT. he really needs more mental health help cause he disobeys the black flag and is even more severely penalized. he really is suspended for the next few races, and basically, it screws everything. he finally lost everything he ever had. and maybe, in some twisted way, he felt like he deserved every single part of it. self sabotage and all of that. well, the media goes crazy because everyone thought he would be the next schumacher when he got older. he dips out of the face of the planet. no one thinks this kid will ever race again. "too unstable" some say. "he is just crazy" others mutter. with no one to help him and sponsors dropping him he is now helpless.

that year, lance won the f3 championship. which pretty much sucked. with keith and james out of picture he was the obvious third place. it helps him get promoted to f2. he was doing great already, but he still felt so undeserving. he didn't beat james nor keith. he was just put on that first place podium. he didn't work for it.

after that year lance and keith didn't talk for a while. keith is benched. put out of the spotlights for a while. he does other races, but out of the classic formula path. just because his team hasn't given up on his world champion potential just yet. so they keep him at arm's length, but further from the media than if he was an actual competitor. to the average fan he just disappeared (well, the average fan doesn't even watch f2, much less f3). in the end, his return is even more impactful, memorable.

about 3 years later keith comes back. he first starts as an f1 reserve driver. substituting another driver that year make people actually see him again. how much he has changed. and how much he is still is hungry for speed. hungry for victory.

#kl f1 au #klance #hello #this is like so niche.#also ive been an f1 fan for about only one year so like. if im saying a bunch of innacurate thing i apologize #im just having fun

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The Fence (Billy Hargrove Short Story)

Chapter one found here

Chapter two: The Basement

⚠️ This is a darker story. ⚠️ Billy Hargrove short story. This story will focus a lot on Billy's abuse from his father and Josephine's mental and sexual abuse from her stepfather. Can these two lost souls find sanctuary in each other? Trigger warnings ⚠️: Descriptions of sexual assault in first person and domestic abuse. Language. Thoughts of self harm and suicide. Disturbing topics. Smut. ⚠️ This story is not for everyone but more an emotional release for me. Thank you for reading. 🖤 Upside down doesn't exist. Max is not Billy's sister. It's just him and Neil.

*******

Josephine's POV

I stare up at my ceiling tiles thinking about him. It had been one day since I heard Billy's voice for the first time. Since I rubbed my thumb across his bloodied lip. One day since I saw those pretty blue eyes.

I was terrified when I came back inside yesterday. I had scrubbed my hands until they were raw, trying to erase any signs that I had been outside. Scrub, rinse, repeat. A vicious cycle.

Luckily the monster was more drunk than usual when he returned. He had made his way into his favorite shit brown chair, passing out quickly. I hated that chair. It always smelled of him. Beer and sweat.

The smell alone made me nauseous. He made me nauseous. The amount of times I have emptied my stomach because of him has to be unhealthy. And part of the reason I was so malnourished.

But as much as I hated the smell of beer, I welcomed the times it made him black out. A night to myself. A night of freedom. A night without his disgusting touch.

Those were the kind of nights I prayed for. Though no one was ever listening. I spent many nights crying and pleading to a god who didn't hear me. And if he did, he didn't care enough to answer.

**** It started young. My innocence was stolen from me before I could even understand it. My mom married him when I was five. And she left me when I was seven. A freak accident at her work. She didn't even make it to the hospital before she flatlined.

I still remember that day vividly. It was pouring rain and I fell in a puddle on my way off of the bus. I started crying because my favorite stuffed animal ended up covered in mud. Little did I know that was the least of my worries.

After that day nothing was the same. My bright and colorful world slowly faded to different shades of gray. My movie turned into an old black and white film. The kind with the static noises and the blotches on the screen.

My trips to school ended soon after and I started homeschooling. Any friends I had were erased from my life. My life as his prisoner began. ****

I count the squares on my ceiling from one end to the other. I think of my name rolling off of Billy's tongue. It was a beautiful sound. His voice was deep with a little gravel to it. I've been replaying yesterday in my head again and again, like a movie.

But this was a new movie. A better one. A happier one, the girl in this one was smiling. She was free. I wanted to hear him again. I wanted to see him again. But I knew I couldn't. It was too dangerous. Too risky. It wasn't safe. I know better.

Billy's POV

"Knocking me out, with those american thighs." I sing along to the AC/DC record, blasting in my room. I hear my dad in the kitchen, dishes being slammed around. I turn up my music and do my best to ignore him.

I take a look in my mirror. My lip had a small scab starting to form and every time I spoke it ripped off and a little bit of blood would drip down my chin. I quickly smear it away with the back of my hand and look back in the mirror. Still hot.

I like to think I get my looks from my mom. We're not gonna talk about her though. My dad wasn't only a piece of shit to me. But she left me. To deal with it on my own. I wonder if she ever thinks about me. Fuck, Billy. Not today.

Today I'm going to see her. Jo. I haven't stopped thinking about her since our weird little meeting over the fence. Her eyes, her quiet demeanor. The way she looked at me with more care than anyone has since.. well.. like I said, we're not gonna talk about her. She left you, Billy. Left you with him.

Jo doesn't even know me. Why did she look at me like that? Like she was sad that someone had hurt me. No one cares that he hurts me. Everyone knows. And yeah maybe I'm a prick sometimes. Most of the time. Can you blame me?

I wasn't always like this. I used to be happy. I can barely remember that feeling. Genuine joy. I have a beautiful car, my girl. I can get any chick I want at any time. But none of it matters. None of it feels good in the long run. It's all temporary. A temporary high that eventually fades into a hatred of myself.

But Jo, that look. It has to be because she knows the feeling. Can she relate? I was obsessing over this girl and it was pissing me off. Billy Hargrove doesn't obsess over anyone. But it wasn't even her body I wanted.

Not that she wasn't beautiful, but I was craving that look again. The look that said she cares. Fuck, I sound like a little bitch. A chick gives me one fucking look and I can't get her out of my head. This is insane.

I light a cigarette and inhale deeply, letting the smoke fill my lungs. Fuck, I love that feeling. I turn towards my bedroom door as I hear his footsteps coming down the hall. Just let me be. For fucking once, just let me be.

BANG BANG BANG

"William!" I cringe at the sound of my full name. That's never a good sign. "Open this door now!" The doorknob shakes violently as he tries to open it. Then comes his shoulders slamming into the door. I don't want to do this anymore.

I make my way to the window and push it open as quietly as I can. He'll get the door open eventually and I'll come back to one pissed off man, but I can't do it. Not right now. Sometimes I just don't have the energy.

Sometimes it feels like that will be the day. The day he takes it too far. Or the day I do. I need to get away for a bit. I creep around the side of the house and slowly make my way around the bushes and to her door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Josephine's POV

I hear a knock at the front door and slowly creep down the hall. I've mastered the art of stepping lightly. Never wanting to wake him. Never wanting to draw his attention to me.

I hear the monster groan as he pushes himself up from his spot in the recliner. His heavy footsteps make their way across the hardwood floor. He can walk how he pleases. He doesn't need to tiptoe. He isn't scared.

He cracks the door and I hear a voice. His voice. "Hey, um.. is Jo here?" Billy asks politely. Oh no. No, no, no. I take a step back, then another. Quietly retreating back to my room. I hear their muffled voices and then the door closes.

I can't breathe.

I swallow the vomit that is rising in my throat. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, waiting. I hear his footsteps getting closer and closer. Every time his foot hits the floor I flinch slightly. The footsteps stop behind me. He's here.

I cry out as he grips my hair in his hand and pulls tight. "What the fuck did you do?" he hisses in my ear. "N-nothing. I swear!" I yell. My scalp is burning as he pulls my hair even tighter.

It feels like every hair on my head is fighting to stay in it's rightful place.

"Why is there a boy on my fucking doorstep asking for you?" he continues in a disgusted tone. "I don't know. I swear I don't know." I whimper. "Josephine!" He pushes me away from him roughly and I fall to the floor.

"Don't lie to me," he warned. "I. Don't. Know." I sob as I pull my knees to my chest. He crouches down to eye level with me. I hate those eyes. He has no soul. It's like looking into a pit of nothingness.

"You broke a rule. You know what this means." the monster's bloodshot eyes glare into mine. "No. Please. I'll do anything." I beg. Please don't take me there. I feel his large hand tighten on my wrist as he pulls me up from my place on the ground.

I pull against him this time. This time I try to fight. I don't know the last time I tried to fight. Something gave me the courage. Was it him?

I use all my strength to dig my feet into the carpet. I fall to my knees, trying to grasp anything to keep him from taking me there. He drags me across the floor with ease. My knees burn fiercely as they scrape across the carpet.

I lose the battle. I'm not surprised, though I feel the disappointment in my chest. I'm weak. I don't get enough to eat, I don't see the light of day enough. He easily overpowers me and we reach the door. It swings open with a loud creak. The basement.

Billy's POV

It's been a week. I've looked for her. I peek through the fence every day hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I've stared out my window, hoping to see a flash of her light hair. No sign of Jo. Where the fuck is she?

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inkmemes · 3 years

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futurama ( 1999 - 2013 ) sentence starters ↪ taken from the animated science fiction show. alter as you see fit ♡

“let's get the hell out of here already! screw history!”

“when you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all.”

“you have to use a light touch, like a safecracker or a pickpocket.”

"stop! the spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised."

"she's stuck in an infinite loop and he's an idiot. that's love for you."

"all i know is my gut says maybe."

“i've never seen a super nova blow up. but if it's anything like my old chevy nova, it'll light up the night sky!”

"every christmas my mom would get a fresh goose, for goose-burgers, and my dad would whip up special eggnog out of bourbon and ice cubes."

"what do i look like, a guy who's not lazy?"

“is heaven missing an angel, cuz you've got nice cans!”

“help! a guinea pig tricked me!"

"[name], if i said you said you had a beautiful body, would you take your pants off and dance around a little."

"drugs are for weirdos and hypnosis is for weirdos with big eyebrows."

"[name], it would never work between us. you're a man, and i'm a woman. we're just too different."

“screw you, ill have my own contest. with black jack ... and hookers. forget the contest.”

“ah, she's built like a steakhouse but she handles like a bistro.”

"spare me your space age techno babble, [name].”

"it's sort of a two person pyramid scheme."

"i don't want to live on this planet anymore."

"you were doing well, until everyone died."

“if we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. checkmate.”

“i am the man with no name. [muse name], at your service.”

“in the game of chess, you can never let your adversary see your pieces.”

"this is the worst kind of discrimination, the kind against me."

"you watched it... you can't unwatch it."

“valentine’s day is coming? aw crap! i forgot to get a girlfriend again!”

"hold on to your dookie, it’s about to get spooky!"

"i'm tired of this room and everyone in it."

"i'm so embarrassed. i wish everyone else was dead."

"you can't just have your characters announce how they feel! that makes me feel angry!"

"i don't have emotions, and sometimes that makes me very sad."

"if, for any reason you're not satisfied, i hate you."

"that young man fills me with hope. plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing."

"i've dreamed about you a lot since you disappeared. what did you want to tell me?"

"what do you think the meaning of life was anyway?"

“you're a pimple on society's ass and you'll never amount to anything!”

“life and death are a seamless continuum.”

“if anyone wants me, i'll be in the angry dome.”

“and the worst part is, i had to have the breakup sex by myself!”

“they said i was dumb, but i proved them.”

“what's the point of living if i can't say ass?”

“i'll be stuffing coal so far down your stocking you'll be coughing up diamonds!”

“we're all pawns in his diabolical game of checkers.”

"wait, i'm having one of those things, a headache, with pictures!"

“sorry, i didn't realize i was already here.”

"guess what you're an accessory to!"

"why does ross, the largest friend, not simply eat the other friends?"

“there's no scientific consensus that life is important.”

"we cooked our shoes in the dryer and ate them! now we're bored!"

“i'm just as important as him. it's just that, the kind of importance i have ... it doesn't matter if i don't do it.”

“oh what a foolish squid i’ve been.”

“my instinct is to hide in this barrel, like the wily fish.”

"that was bad, and you should feel bad!"

"technically correct - the best kind of correct!"

"and here is where i keep my assorted lengths of wire!"

"oh wait, you are serious! let me laugh even harder!"

"i gotta practice my stabbing!"

"that's the saltiest thing i've ever tasted! and i once ate a big, heaping bowl of salt!"

“i apologize for nothing!”

"die young and leave a beautiful corpse! that's what i always say."

"here's to another lousy millennium."

“but i am already in my pajamas.”

“windmills do not work that way. goodnight.”

"you win again gravity."

"when push comes to shove, you got to do what you love, even if it's not a good idea.”

“but existing's basically all i do!”

“when will the killing end?"

"i'll be whatever i want to do."

"the use of words expressing something other than their literal intention. now that. is. irony."

"could you ask a little more sexfully?"

"hooray! i'm useful!"

"awesome. awesome to the max."

"some breaking occurred, the dolly was involved, that's about all we know."

“you want me to do two things?”

i love stealin', i love takin' things!

“i believe that qualifies as ill. at least from a technical standpoint.”

"that was the old me. he's dead now."

"jail ain't so bad; you can make sangria in the toilet. ‘course, it's shank or be shanked."

"one word. thundercougarfalconbird."

"of all my friends, you're the first."

“girls like swarms of lizards, right?”

“i lost it. in a volcano.”

"i'm gonna get you so many lizards!"

"who needs courage when you have a gun?"

“let's go! i've got jelly in my underpants!”

"interesting if true."

“i did do the nasty in the pasty!”

"something tells me i could easily beat those trained professionals."

"the two of you are good friends? but i thought we would be good friends!"

"it's like a party in my mouth, except everyone's throwing up."

“i'm shocked. shocked! well, not that shocked.”

“it's me! no one else look in this mirror!"

“you ever think you only like girls cause you're supposed to?”

"we don't gotta put up with this! we got poli sci degrees."

“sorry, i suffer from a very sexy learning disorder.”

“did somebody say something about a free hot meal?”

“you gotta do what you gotta do.”

"too many bones? not enough cash?"

“hey sexy mama, wanna kill all humans?”

"i don't know how you did that."

"the butter in my pocket is melting!"

"well ... first i got up and had a piece of toast ..."

“i can't wait til i'm old enough to feel ways about stuff.”

“interesting! no ... wait ... the other thing. tedious.”

"i knew you come crawling back, like a bird on its belly!"

“we both know you won't make it halfway before the craving sets in! then you'll come crawling back for another taste of sweet sweet candy. bam!"

“indeed so, most indeededly.”

"and by metaphorically, i mean get your coat."

“[vehicle]'s ready except for this cup holder, and i should have that done in 12 hours."

"stop. stop! i will destroy you." [ bonus if the receiver is doing something mundane to sender ]

“just make a simple cake. and this time, if someone's going to jump out of it, make sure to put them in after you cook it.”

“lies, lies and slander!”

“you raised my hopes and dashed them quite expertly, sir!”

“but going through a divorce together, you can't pretend that didn't bring us closer together.”

“when you say the human body is the most efficient thing to use as a battery, wouldn't anything make a better battery? like a potato? or a battery?”

“i'll have you know that i bejazzle my own underpants!”

“i'm sorry you had to see that, [name], usually i let my sadness fester quietly inside as a mental illness.”

“i'm not drunk, i'm mentally ill! but i agree with what, what you said.”

“this is a cool way to die!”

#rp meme #rp starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters

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saladejin · 3 years

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Body Pillow

Taehyung x Reader requested by anon (May) | 27.) First cuddle

Warnings: Literally fluff and gentle pining, drunken shenanigans

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: This is poorly edited, oh god.

I give up on trying to teach myself what a drabble is, because idk if I’ll ever understand what it means to write a DRABBLE. Anyway this is hella overdue but I’m still working on these cuddle prompts! Hope anonnie May is still around to read this horrible mess 🥺💕

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Wow, you were getting sleepy.

It was the alcohol, no doubt about it, but for some reason this time getting tipsy felt a little different. Usually you were quite reserved and withdrawn when mixing alcohol and social interactions, but tonight it was just you, your roommate Jimin and his close group of friends having a pizza night in.

Well, after half a year of getting to know them they'd fast become friends of yours as well, but they were still a pack of loud, goofy college boys that drove you mad with their testosterone stink 90% of the time. You really did have to take them in small doses to begin with, but all seven were amazingly driven people through and through. You loved them for it, and honestly sometimes you really just needed to be in their presence to relax and de-stress.

Like right now, actually.

You were drunker than usual, and it all had to do with the fact that you were relaxed. Carefree and laughing up a storm with the boys as they joked and hollered over whatever video game or story was being played out. For the first time in a while ... you could simply chill.

Yeah, chill out. Not zone the hell out.

You blinked harshly, eyes coming back into focus as a hand waved in front of your face cautiously, and all of a sudden a handsome view leaned into your field of vision. "Hellooo? You're so fucked honey." Taehyung chuckled, eyes crinkling in amusement as he shared a glance with Yoongi behind him.

"I'm- no way," you huffed, trying to downplay the way your cheeks were heating up at his proximity by slapping his hand away.

"Okay, but you're getting there." Yoongi stepped forward and nudged Taehyung back to reach for your plastic cup. "We know you're not used to having this much so just slow down, alright?"

Any other day you would've been frustrated at how the two boys seemed to baby you, but it was clear by their smiles that they were also getting some enjoyment out of it. In all honesty, you were having a great time and you had to admit that ruining it all by blacking out or making a mess was the last thing you wanted to do.

You'd still only known them all for a few months, so you didn't want to somehow damage the already comfortable relationships you'd built in such a short time.

"Okay, you're right." You let Yoongi lift the drink away from you, trying not to smile when Taehyung lightly chuckled again at the way you swayed in your seat. The other boys were already getting loud once more as Jungkook overtook Jimin in Mario Kart, the whooping and shouts of anger mostly coming from the remaining onlookers, Hobi, Namjoon and Seokjin.

You grabbed another slice of pizza from the table and stepped around Taehyung to reclaim your spot next to Jimin, feeling the younger's eyes burn into your back the entire way.

Thankfully, Yoongi and Tae had forced you to take a break at the perfect moment, because you were really feeling buzzed now. It was an oddly euphoric sensation, feeling the world spin ever so slightly with laughter falling from your lips for barely any reason at all. Why hadn't you done this with them sooner?

"A package? Well it's not for me..."

Your eyes flew open upon hearing Jimin hum from the front door, lightly slurred tone curious and confused. The rest of you who were gathered in the living room fell quiet as the murmurs of conversation between him and the delivery man came to an end.

There’s a package at the door?

Then your brain cells finally kicked into gear, because oh … it was also your door.

"Wait, it's mine then." You shakily tried to put your glass of water on the table to get up, and Namjoon tutted in disapproval while darting out a hand to steady your drunk form as you rose. The faces of the other boys swam in your vision for a moment since you'd been sitting down for what felt like ages, and it was genuinely hard not to snort out a laugh at the sight of Jungkook having six eyes.

"What is it?" Jimin asked as he rounded the corner with a large plastic parcel in hand, his plump cheeks very pink from the liquor and blown out cutely. Your focus came crashing back to the mysterious parcel in his small hands.

You tried to scour the corners of your buzzing mind but couldn't remember what you'd bought online for the life of you. You gently took the package from your roommate and squinted down at your name written on the label, earning muffled sounds of amusement from the rest of the guys watching you attempt to read. "I seriously forgot, but anyway let me open it..."

"Uh uh, no way," a scolding tone came from behind you when you reached for the scissors on the kitchen benchtop. You squeaked in surprise when Taehyung yanked them away from your grasp, and he darted to the side playfully before you could even think of chasing him up.

"Yeah, if anyone it'll be Tae using the scissors since he hasn't even had a drink." Hoseok laughed, poking your cheek when you grumbled and pouted.

The others went back to the game playing on the TV while you, Taehyung and Jimin stood around to open the package. It was incredibly soft underneath the plastic wrapping, and the more that was peeled away the more you remembered your spontaneous buy.

"Oh!" You pulled up the massive lump of lime green and white cotton, the largest smile breaking out onto your flushed face. "It's the wearable blanket I wanted!"

"Wearable ... what now?" Yoongi murmured from his spot on the couch.

"Blanket," you finished, and threw the long, heavy bundle of soft material over your head. It acted as a hoodie of sorts, only oversized to the absolute max. The warm buttery feeling of the wool against your skin had you melting on the spot in the best possible way.

"What's it like?" Taehyung murmured quietly when your eyes began to flutter shut in ecstasy, any hint of the chill in the air vanishing in an instant. He seemed to be gripped in a childlike fascination for how truly extra the item of clothing - or blanket? - was. You tried not to flush even more when he stepped closer to gently pinch some of the material between his long fingers, large wonderful eyes widening at the feeling.

"So soft, and warm," you hummed in response to his question, stepping away from him to sink back into the couch now that you were quite literally drowning in fluffy blanket-like fabric. Your hazy mind could barely comprehend anything that was happening around you now that you were reaching peak levels of comfort.

Taehyung followed you down, and you vaguely registered the dip in the couch cushion as he perched himself next to you. Your eyes were closed in pure bliss, but the brief aroma of his lavender lotion swimming around your head told you it was him. You could never mistake this addicting scent; you'd grown to like it way too much in these past few months.

Too bad you were too inebriated to really act on your small crush now, considering he was literally sitting beside you and giving his full, undivided attention for the first time ... ever, actually.

The following hour flew by, but you were still completely lost in the softness of your toasty hoodie-blanket hybrid. There was no doubt that the novelty would last a long time yet, seeing how Jimin would whine out of jealousy every ten minutes or so until you finally caved, letting him have a 'turn' for an entire 60 seconds before demanding it back.

It was cold, and you were a cuddly drunk...

As the boys continued with their game, you soon felt a slight pressure rest on your shoulder ever so slightly. You cracked one eye open to see a mop of black curls out of the corner of your eye, but the haziness flooding your brain meant you couldn't really feel as flustered as you would've - say a few hours ago.

Taehyung's fingers still fiddled with the thick fabric of your blanket-sleeve, but you could barely feel his touch through the sheer amount of wool in between your arm and his hand. Something about that bugged you, but you couldn't muster the energy to think any harder at this point.

"It's the softest thing I've ever felt," he commented, a small smile evident in the way his tone tapered off into a chuckle.

You sighed and sunk further into the bed of cotton surrounding you. "Yeah, won't last long though considering how much I'm gonna use it during winter. Make the most of it while you can, Tae."

His lips parted in slight shock. "Can I?" the boy asked in a low tone, but for what exactly you still weren't quite sure. You turned your head and blinked open both eyes drowsily, grateful that you'd managed to sober up enough by now that there weren't two of him floating around beside you.

Well, more like on you at this point. You took a quick glance at everyone else to see if they were aware, but nobody was looking, and you were sure nobody would even care. Taehyung was quite touchy with his friends and you'd definitely seen it on multiple occasions, but never with you.

Not yet anyway.

He seemed to take your pause as hesitation rather than confusion. "You just look so huggable all wrapped up in it. I wanna know if it's as warm as it looks, but it's okay I can give you some room." His eyes flickered away from your face for the first time and you instantly felt the absence of his lively gaze.

He wants to hug me!?

"No Taetae c'mon." You allowed the nickname you'd always wanted to use break free - a slip the tongue thanks to the alcohol coursing through your system - and opened up your arms to invite him closer. You watched his eyes light up again like a million stars in the night sky.

"Really?" He giggled, and the sound was so adorable paired with the way his lips formed that box-like shape as he smiled, but he spared you no time for a response.

You felt the air forcefully leave your lungs when he crawled over into your heavily padded arms, his own then wrapping themselves around your waist which was swathed in mounds of cotton. You could feel the way he gently buried his face into a place near your chest. Oh God, did he just nuzzle his way in even further?

Where did he end, and you begin? Your drunken mind couldn't really focus on one singular thought, but somehow you were even comfier than before. You brought your arms back down to rest around his broad shoulders and decided to savour this moment, because you sure as hell weren't going to be able to look him in the eye after tonight.

You weren’t even that close. You being nothing more than his best friend’s roommate, and him a newfound friend you might be harbouring the tiniest crush on, but tonight was different.

"So warm..." he murmured and tightened the hold of his arms, though now you wished you could feel more skin and less wool. You imagined what it might feel like, just you and him and nothing but a normal layer of clothes separating you as you cuddled on the couch. It caused a pleased sigh to float from your lips, and you heard Taehyung let out an amused chuckle in tandem.

Could he be thinking something similar? Hopefully?

"I guess I must feel like a massive teddy bear to you," you managed to say without slurring your words, too drunk on the feeling of warmth and comfort and blossoming affection shrouding your mind.

"Damn right you do, sweetheart."

Even in the midst of all the liquid courage circulating your body you felt your heart skip a beat at the deep, relaxed tone of his voice, not to mention the pet-name. He sat up straighter and pulled you along with him, the expression on his face completely blissed out as he hugged you tighter to his frame. You could feel your heart hammering away in your chest, and just hoped to God there was enough fabric there to muffle the clamour.

There you both sat, locked together and bundled up in the mounds of cotton that was your wearable blanket, all until you drifted off to the best drunk sleep you’d ever had. It was the first of many cuddles you would share, unbeknownst to you at the time, but with a giggling Seokjin using his phone to take a blurry video of you both and a snickering Jimin egging him on, it was easy to see how one thing would lead to another the next day.

Sometimes, it appeared the key to winning over a man's heart was to not only become a body pillow, but become his body pillow.

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mandoalorian · 4 years

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Perfect To Me [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Author's note: This is so self indulgent. I've been having a bad night and this just, kinda happened. I have a really bad relationship with my body image n stuff and so writing this sorta helped me vent out my feelings. Maxwell is like my fave character and I love him so much so ofcourseeee I wrote it with him. Anyways I want you to know that your favourite character loves you so much even when you feel like you're not worth it or in the moments you don't love yourself. I mean it, they love you.

Warnings: body dysmorphia, disordered thinking of a self conscious reader. And also. A little self conscious Maxwell.

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: PG-13

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You hated it. You hated everything about it. You didn't understand, when you had tried it on in the store just a few hours ago, you loved it. It fit you beautifully. But now, it wasn't the same. It was like something had drastically changed but you couldn't place your finger on what exactly it was.

"Honey we're going to be late!" you heard Maxwell call from downstairs. Anxiety filled your body knowing that you had to be at the gala in— you checked the time— twenty minutes. "The carpool is waiting!" he called again. You could hear the stress in his voice. He hated being late, especially for events.

"Just a minute!" you shouted back but the words left your lips as a croak, breaking at the end. You scrunched your nose up in disdain and hoped that Maxwell hadn't heard the change in your voice.

You couldn't do this; your blood running cold as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You wanted to rip the dress off, climb under the blankets of your enormous bed and cry. You looked disgusting, embarassing… you didn't look like someone who should be dating Maxwell Lord. Tears pricked your eyes as you imagined the way everyone would be looking at you if you attended the gala wearing that monstrosity. You believed that the dress would be beautiful on every single other person; just not you.

You didn't know what to do. Quickly, you ran to your walk in closet and angrily began to pull out all the dresses that had been neatly organised and hung up. They fell in messy pools on the floor. You wanted to scream in anger, desperately trying to find a dress you could quickly change into. The anxiety only got worse when you could hear Maxwell downstairs making small talk with his driver. You knew they were waiting for you in the lobby. You didn't have time.

You picked up a red number that you had wore last year at the Christmas office party. You tried to weigh up if it would be appropriate for tonight's events, holding it against your body. You threw it to one side, screaming in frustration when you decided it probably wouldn't fit you anymore. You couldn't go. You'd embarrass yourself, and you'd embarrass Maxwell, and his company.

You clutched onto the edges of your dresser, knuckles turning white as you forced yourself to look at your appearance in the mirror. The kohl black eyeliner was smudged from your tears and your foundation had begun to separate from the anxious sweat you had broken into. He would just have to leave without you.

"I'll go check on her," you heard Maxwell tell the driver. "I'm sure she's just deciding on a pair of shoes." you thought his voice sounded apologetic. You imagined him marching into your shared bedroom, angry that you were taking so long. You imagined his face burning with red rage when he saw you sitting on the edge of his bed, a complete and utter mess. Maybe you deserved it. You heard his footsteps get louder and louder as he went up the stairs and you figured there wasn't anything you could do now. Thoughts raced your mind as you wondered how you could possibly explain this to him.

"Sweetheart, I know what you say about being fashionably late but—” Maxwell stopped and froze up when he entered the bedroom, his eyes blinking between you and the pile of your dresses on the floor. You watched him, feeling ashamed, as his appearance turned from confused to concerned.

He slowly walked further into the bedroom, looking around. He glanced over all your cosmetics and hair products that were scattered across the dresser and examined the mountain pile of clothes on the floor, trailing from the closet to where you were sitting. He moved the red dress you had considered from the bed and sat next to you in silence.

Maxwell turned to face you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. He placed a finger under your chin and turned your head so he could get a good look of your face. He swiped his thumb under your eye, trying to clean up your messy eyeliner, and cupped your cheek. The familiar coolness of his rings pressed against your skin eased you slightly, but you still felt an anxiety. He eventually spoke.

"Darling… what happened?" his voice was gentle and cautious. You tried to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat and looked down at the carpeted floor. You didn't answer him. He waited a few moments, and then he said your name.

"I made a mess." you gulped, looking around the bedroom. His gaze followed your eyes and he sighed.

"I can see that," he shrugged. "But I mean… you've been crying?" You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up in shame. "Why?" he asked.

You sniffed. You could think of a thousand excuses less embarrassing than the truth. But he was your boyfriend, and this was a big problem in your life. You figured that he should know what was really going on with you. It was still scary. He was Maxwell Lord— feared by everyone. And there was a reason for that. While he had shown you nothing but love and care during the course of the relationship, you imagined the worst. You imagined him laughing at you or belittling you. Something you've had to deal with from plenty of people before. You rubbed your sore and glossy eyes before taking a deep breath.

"I hate the way this dress looks on me." you said, and Maxwell frowned, crinkles forming in between your eyebrows.

"I don't understand." there was an air of bewilderment in his voice, like he couldn't comprehend what you were telling him. It was a simple fact to you, but your opinion seemed lost on him.

Feeling frustrated, you stood up and flattened the dress down, standing before him. His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes widened as he drunk in the sight of you. The dress fit your body perfectly. He could swear that it was made for you and only you.

"If I go to the gala dressed like this, I'll embarrass you," you sniffed, scrunching up your face in disgust and immediately feeling even more self conscious as you stood in front of your boyfriend. "People will state, and laugh. They will write about me in the tabloids and-"

"Write about how beautiful you look in that dress? Damn sure." Maxwell mumbled, reaching out and taking your hand. "You're wrong. You're so wrong." he pulled you close to him and settled his hands on your waist as he continued to admire you.

"Please don't touch me," you shook your head, pushing his hands away from you. "I feel disgusting. I look disgusting. I am disgusting. Max… you should know that this isn't just a one off thing. I feel like this often, and I don't know why."

"You were obsessed with the dress when you tried it on for me earlier." Maxwell raised an eyebrow, brushing his lower lip with his finger as he processed what was going on.

"I know. I loved it. But now? I hate it. I'm sorry, you probably think this is so stupid."

Maxwell stood up and shook his head quickly. "No! No. Don't apologise. Don't ever apologise, okay? You're not stupid. I understand. I understand completely."

"No, you don't." you sighed, holding your face in your palms. Maxwell stiffened up and shuffled uncomfortably. You pulled your face away from your hands and pulled on his wrist, reading the time on his gold wristwatch. "Max, just go. This is your big event and you don't want to be late."

"No." he told you, loosening his bowtie and shuffling out of his suit jacket. He threw it to the floor, amongst the pile of your dresses. He kicked off his Armani shoes and folded his arms over his chest.

"If this is you being stubborn because you're upset with me for not getting dressed…" you trailed off and Maxwell looked at you. He looked hurt that you had made such a suggestion.

"You really don't think I understand how you feel?" He quizzed, and you didn't reply. He was confident, he exuded charm and charisma. He was a television star, he had done speeches in the White House and spoken to the most influential people in the world. You looked at him, waiting for him to continue. He stuck a finger into his belly. "I hate this."

You gulped. "Your tummy?"

He nodded. "I never used to have a tummy… when I was younger, I mean," he revealed, although it meant nothing to you. "But in recent years, you know. I drink a little more, have more steak dinners and don't exercise. So…"

"You're in great shape," you spluttered in disbelief. "And I love your tummy."

"Wouldn't you rather I had an eight pack?" he asked and the thought made you burst into a fit of giggles. The smile he made when he saw that he had made you laugh was unmatched.

"No, not at all!" you chuckled, nudging him playfully.

"So, I do understand," he told you. "I say I hate my tummy, you say you love it. You say you hate the way that dress fits you, and I say it's the most beautiful thing I've seen you in. Although, I think you get more beautiful everyday," he blushed and you beamed at his kind words. It was rare Maxwell would tell you something like that. "I wish you could see yourself the way I saw you. But your feelings? I'm so glad you told me. We can get through it together. I promise." he reached back to hold your hand and gave you a comforting squeeze.

"I still don't want to go to the gala." you bit your lip and he nodded understandably.

Maxwell leaned over to the phone that was on his bedside table and called down to the lobby where his driver was waiting for you both. He cleared his throat. "Yes, it's Maxwell. Take the night off. Myself and Y/N have decided we will not be attending the gala tonight."

"But sir-" the driver began and Maxwell abruptly cut him off.

"Do I pay you to question me? Hurry along now." He said before putting the phone back down on the hook. He sighed before turning back to you and smiling.

"What- what do you mean you're not attending the gala? Max, it's your gala. You have to go."

"You think I could stand schmoozing with those slimy CEOs without you by my side? I couldn't be productive knowing that my beautiful girlfriend was at home, alone, probably watching some sad movie when her boyfriend should be with her and comforting her."

Your eyes were bright and your lips curled into a grin at his sentiment. You swung your hands around him and cuddled him tight, taking in the scent of his luxury fragrance and resting your head into his soft shirt. "I love you Maxie." you whispered, and he slung an arm around you, pushing you further into his lap.

"I love you too darling," he confessed, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head. "Cmon, let's get you out of your dress and into some cozy pyjamas."

You smiled, tugging on the collar of his shirt and pulling him into another kiss, this time on the lips. It was soft and brisk yet passionate. He pulled away slowly and you took in his dark lust blown eyes. "I wanna wear your shirt," you whined, beginning to unbutton it.

"Okay." he replied simply, leaning back and letting you pull his white button up shirt from his body.

"I love your tummy." you reminded him and he smiled, crinkles forming in the corners of his eyes and a dimple in the left of his cheek.

"Dress off, shirt on." He told you and you nodded, getting up from the bed and getting changed. Maxwell unbuttoned his belt and pulled down his tailored pants, throwing them to the floor. He took off his socks and clambered under the bed sheets, his arms out, waiting for you to join him. "I love seeing you wear my shirt." he told you as you curled up into him.

You hummed in contentment as he played with your hair. He said your name, in an almost questioning tone.

"Yes?" you replied.

"No matter what, you'll always be perfect to me."

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daughterofadeadman · 3 years

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Double Sided

Pairings: Alec x Stiles

Warnings: Drinking, fluff

Description: The one where Lydia drags Stiles to a party and he runs into Alec, literally. College AU

Word count: 1468

"Whose party is this anyways?" Stiles asked clambering out of the car. It's not like he actually cared, he was just trying to delay the inevitable.

"Lightwood, you don't know him. He's totally your type though, tall with black hair and brooding basically a young Derek Hale by all standards. Now if you're ready we can go in." Lydia said making a show of throwing her hair over her shoulder.

"That is not my type. I'm more of a strawberry blond type of guy if you know what I mean." He said completely ignoring the comment about his stalling.

Lydia scuffed at his words, "You haven't been a strawberry blond type of guy since sophomore year. Now shut up and come and party with me."

Stiles sighed but gave in while slightly trudging through the neatly cut grass. It wasn't that Stiles didn't like to go to parties, he had lost his virginity thanks to one Junior year, it was just that he wasn't in the mood to be dumped. Lydia always left him when they went to parties together, merely because they attracted different crowds, and it always put a damper on Stiles night. Tonight would be no exception and he knew better then to think it would be.

The music vibrated through Stiles body like an electric shock the closer they got to the house. The two had to park down the road because of the excess of party goer's vehicles lining the street on both sides. "This guy most be known for throwing some great parties." Stiles thought looking at the number of people dancing on the lawn which was already littered in plastic cups.

Once Lydia and Stiles breached the threshold of the house red solo cups were thrusted into their hands. "Cheers." Lydia said tapping her cup to Stiles before downing half the cup.

"Cheers." Stiles replied taking a small sip. A look of disgust painted his features once the substance hit his taste buds. "Gross."

A laugh escaped Lydia's lips as she pulled Stiles to the dance floor. "Come on let loose." She yelled over the pounding of the base. Taking another gulp of her drink she began to dance to the music's beat. Stiles rolled his eyes but did as his bestfriend demanded.

Within a few minutes Stiles had finished his drink without throwing up. He did not enjoy beer, he was more of a whiskey guy like his father. If he was going to be honest he thought it was more enjoyable watching everyone get drunk then it was getting drunk, but he was doing this for Lydia.

The sassy girl had it set in her mind that Stiles needed a night out, and he wasn't going to take that away from her, not just yet. It wasn't until they both began dancing with other people that he slipped away to the kitchen.

The kitchen was really only separated from the dining room by a bar, which was covered in crushed or fallen cups. The great oak table was being used for beer pong and the counter held a couple being a little too intimate for Stiles liking. Rolling his eyes, he headed to the back of the kitchen hoping to find somewhere to sit down and wait out Lydia. Making his way through couples making out in the hallway he found himself in a smaller sitting room.

What he wasn't expecting was for a tall, dark, and handsome guy to bump into him on his way to the couch.

"Hey watch where you're-" The guy said before cutting himself off. His eye's met Stiles and a smile graced his face. A tattoo poked out from beneath his black tee shirt causing Stiles to wonder what it was.

"I haven't seen you at one of these before. I'm Alec by the way." He said before sticking his hand out, a red cup in the other. The smell of alcohol hit Stiles in the nose as he gripped the other boys hand.

"Stiles."

"Stiles." Alec repeated as if tasting his name. "That's different."

Stiles nodded as he watched the other boy bring the cup to his lips for a drink.

"Yeah it's a nickname." Stiles replied, eyes still glued to the plump lips in front of him.

"Stiles." He said again. "I like it."

"I'm glad that I have your approval." Stile sassed before he could stop himself.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he raked his fingers through his hair. Why was he being so rude in such a short amount of time? It must be a new record, even for Stiles.

Alec on the other hand smiled even wider. "Who is this Stiles kid?" He wondered taking another sip of his drink.

The two stood for a few seconds longer before either of them spoke up. "How are you enjoying the party?" Alec asked.

The pounding of the next songs base kicked in just as Stiles was about to speak. If he was going to be honest, he hated parties. They were just filled with drunk teenagers who would probably get themselves killed by the end of the night. He only came tonight because he cared about Lydia's opinion, and because he was ignoring one very grumpy twenty-five-year-old.

"I'm not." Stiles said before explaining how he felt leaving out the bit about Derek Hale. "I feel bad for the guy that through this party though. Even though I'm not enjoying it I wouldn't want to be him. People are totally trashing his house and I even think someone puked in the drive way. If I can find the guy I might even offer to help clean up after words if he isn't to trashed himself."

"Someone puked in the drive way?" Alec asked his voice taking on a strange note to which Stiles nodded.

"It's kinda gnarly."

"Oh god." Alec moaned wiping a hand down his face.

"Yeah like I said wouldn't want to be that guy." Stiles noticed the way Alec shot him a glare before shaking his head and smiling again.

"Yeah, me neither."

The pair began to talk about everything and anything in between, no topic was off limits. Stiles told him about how his mom past a few years back and how his dad was the Sheriff of a few towns over. They talked about Lydia, and how she is honestly so hot but terrifying at the same time. Alec told Stiles about his little brother Max passing away last year and his adoptive brother Jace who was totally around here somewhere. They talked about Izzy and how she got all the hot genes, something that Stiles wouldn't believe until he saw proof, and about how Alec's parents were off on business quite a bit. They even somehow started talking about Derek Hale and how he and Stiles were no longer a thing, part of the reason Stiles was forced out tonight.

"It's alright. Uh Magnus Bane, do you know him?" With a dismissive shake of the head Alec continued. "Well we were sort of a thing to so I know what you mean when you say you needed to get out."

The pair didn't stop there.

"What do you mean you have never seen Star Wars? It's like a national treasure! It's more important to this county then the next president. No this can't stand, next Friday you are making popcorn and I am coming to your house with the best movies seriously ever and were watching them."

"Stiles you've never had tres leche cake? That's insane, I'll have to make you some. Izzy absolutely loves it I swear it's great."

"Alec no you can't think that Bateman stands a chance against Superman. No, this totally makes you less hot, stop."

"Stiles, Stiles slow down I can hardly understand you."

"Pepsi is so much better than coke shut up."

The night was still long, and Stiles no longer regretted coming to this totally trash party because of Alec. The boys had positioned themselves against a wall, seeing as the couch was occupied. Stiles repeatedly pushed himself from the wall to emphasis his ever-changing points and Alec regarded his spastic actions with a smile. The two were content in their little bubble until Lydia popped it.

"Stiles there you are!" Lydia yelled over the music grabbing Stiles by the wrist. "I lost you forever ago, but I see you've been in good hands. Nice party by the way Alec."

"Nice party?"

A nervous chuckle escaped Alec's lips. "If I remember correctly you said you'd help clean up?"

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pastelwitchling · 3 years

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A WIP I never plan to finish because I’ve lost interest in the whole idea, but wanted to post here anyway because it’s just been sitting in my computer for too long. Enjoy 💖

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It started with sex.

A night of mind-blowing, toe-curling, life-altering pleasure that led to Michael waking up in a bedroom that was not his own. He sat up slowly, trying to remember where he was and what had happened last night that he could be here now.

There were drinks, a lot of them, he knew that much. There was a party, drunk laughter and bodies surrounding him. Then there were dark eyes, soft hair and even softer lips, warm hands. Michael didn’t want to leave. He felt someone beside him stir, and nearly jumped out of bed.

He wasn’t alone. That person he’d been with was still here. In bed. With him.

And it wasn’t a woman. Michael gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. The man turned onto his side, giving Michael a full view of his bare back. Michael moved back until his ass came over the edge and he very nearly went toppling off.

He put a hand on the carpet, keeping himself up, then slowly lowered one leg down, then the other. He ended up crouching by the bed for several long minutes, not daring to move. He heard stirring again, a voice so soft that Michael could’ve thought there was a kitten purring in the sheets instead of a man. A man that Michael slept with. A man that Michael, a straight man, slept with – if the pleasant hum of his body was anything to go by.

No, Michael thought desperately, shutting his eyes tight. Not pleasant. There was nothing pleasurable about what he’d done. It was the alcohol, that’s all. The drinks. He was straight, and he liked women. He didn’t sleep with . . .

“Whoa,” Michael breathed.

Over the edge of the bed, he saw the face of the man that was sleeping. Long lashes curled against rosy cheeks, soft brown hair splayed against the pillow and falling over his brow, and pink, kiss-swollen lips turned to a cute pout against his fist. The blanket hung low on his hips, his toned body tanned against the white sheets. And still, there was something so inherently delicate about him, something that made Michael want to reach out and hold him –

“Ah ahh ahhh.” Michael clutched his head. It was early, he was hungover, and clearly losing his mind. He needed rest, and greasy food, and a lot of cold water.

Michael gathered his clothes quickly, stubbing his toe as he yanked his underwear and jeans on. Mystery Man purred in bed, and Michael’s eyes lingered on him before he remembered he was in a hurry and shoved on his shirt.

As quietly as he could, he crossed the room and put his hand on the knob. He stilled, and looked over his shoulder. The man breathed softly against his pillow. Michael’s thumb tapped against the knob as he thought hard. Of what, he didn’t know. He shouldn’t be here. And now that he was, there shouldn’t be anything to think about.

It was a hookup, a drunken mistake, nothing more. He shook his head, clearing it of the thoughts that haunted him. This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous.

He opened the door and came face-to-face with a short girl with black hair pulled into a messy bun atop her head and big brown eyes, now looking up at Michael with the same surprise he felt.

Michael was in a long hall that he only vaguely remembered coming down last night, and all that was keeping him from leaving was this elf-like girl before him.

He pointed helplessly behind her, as if to quietly ask if he was allowed to leave. Instead of responding, she tilted her head to look at who Michael assumed was her friend lying in bed behind them, a slight furrow in her brow. Unable and more than unwilling to explain what Michael was desperate to forget, he used her momentary distraction to slip past her, through the hall, and out the front door.

“Your shirt’s on backwards,” was Isobel’s great idea of a warm greeting when Michael all but ran into his and Max’s apartment and shut the door behind him. She had a bow of fruit loops in hand and stopped with the spoon halfway up to her mouth. “What’s with you?”

Michael was leaning against the door, panting heavily. Instead of answering, he looked down at his shirt and quickly started shedding it off. His clothes smelled like maple syrup and forest trees – the same as those sheets and pillows had smelled. They smelled like him.

“Whoa, whoa, excuse me!” Isobel complained, holding her hand up to shield her eyes. “Delicate sister’s eyes present!”

Michael ignored her as he took off his jeans, considered his underwear, and shed those off, too. “And why isn’t my delicate sister in her own apartment?” he huffed.

With her back to him, Isobel took another spoonful of cereal. “Cousin Maria’s been getting on my last nerve. I ask you, how many orgasms is an orgasm too many? I promise Maria doesn’t know the answer to that either.”

Michael picked up a shirt that had been left strewn on the couch. It smelled awful, but at least it wasn’t a reminder of last night. He put it on. “What about Rosa?”

“She’s no help,” Isobel grumbled. “She’s still grading music scores. I told her taking a TA job and an internship with Professor Weston in her first quarter was too much to handle. She already has her first recital coming up in a few weeks! But no one ever listens to Isobel – oh, would you put some underwear on already?! I want to sit down!”

Michael did just that. “Where’s Max?”

“Class,” Isobel shrugged, plopping down onto the couch and crossing her legs. “He has some poetry reading thing tonight, he wanted his professor’s feedback, I dunno.”

“And your class?”

“Cancelled,” she grinned at him, looking perfectly content in Max’s sweater which she’d stolen last month and which Max had been looking for since, her striped pink pajama bottoms, and her fuzzy socks. Michael had no doubt that she’d just grabbed her pillow and walked the short distance across the street to his and Max’s apartment last night.

“You smell like a frat party, by the way,” Isobel said, her nose wrinkled as Michael fell down beside her.

Michael sighed, his head falling back, his eyes shut. It’s over, he thought. No mystery men, no unfamiliar bedspreads or rooms, no one-night stands with someone Michael definitely didn’t find attractive sober. “It wasn’t a frat party, Is.”

“Let’s see.” Isobel sat up straight, raking Michael up and down with narrowed eyes, her spoon held aloft as if it were a pen she intended to take notes with. “Clothes are a mess, hair is a mess, your lips look like someone’s been using them as a chew toy – and oh! I spot a hickey!”

“What?” Michael scrambled up to a mirror, tugging down his collar until he found it, peeking out only slightly from the base of his neck – a red and purple bruise. Michael frowned. He wanted to be annoyed, pissed off, but . . . imagining that guy, the one that had been curled up in his bed with his tanned skin and red lips and soft hair, sucking a spot onto Michael’s skin, holding him down and marking him, it was almost . . .

“Why are you shaking your head like a dog?”

“Don’t you have anywhere else to be?!” Michael snapped. He hadn’t been thinking of that man. He absolutely hadn’t been thinking of him. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

A throw pillow suddenly hit his head. “Take a shower!”

Michael intended to do just that. He stood in his shower an hour later, still scrubbing every inch of his skin until it turned red, washing away any trace of the previous night. As he brought the bar of soap down his chest, he had flashing, blurry images of warm, soft lips kissing a trail down his stomach. He snapped out of his thoughts and brought the bar lower only to get another memory of hands on his thighs, a hot, wet hole tight around his –

Michael dropped the bar and immediately turned the water to ice-cold. He gasped, any thought but cold cold cold gone as he quickly finished up and turned the showerhead off. He stepped out, grabbing a towel as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

He clenched his jaw. That guy had left more than a hickey on his neck. There were scratch marks along his waist and the backs of his thighs, as if he’d been gripped desperately. He imagined himself thrusting roughly, breathy moans in his ear and hands on his ass, urging him in deeper, harder.

Michael clutched the edge of his sink with one hand, his other splashing more cold water onto his face. “It’s no big deal,” he huffed into the empty white basin. “It’s no big deal.” Everyone experimented in college, everyone had one or two drunken experiences that they wanted to forget. Michael hadn’t had one as an undergrad, so he was a late bloomer. “That’s fine! Healthy, even! It’s okay. Just forget about it.”

“Um,” Isobel sounded from the other side of the door. “Are you done talking to yourself? Because some of us need a lady’s room.”

By noon that day, Michael had pushed the party last night and everything that had come with it to the back of his mind. He’d come out of the bathroom and ordered the greasiest fries that El Pollo had, shoveling them down with a large mug of black coffee.

“That’ll help the abs,” Isobel snorted when she saw him, and caught the fry Michael threw at her.

As he was eating, Michael pointed at the hickey on his neck and whined at his sister to “Get rid of this!”

She rolled her eyes but grabbed her makeup kit regardless.

“So who was she?” Isobel asked as she covered the bruise. Michael didn’t respond. She hit his shoulder. “Hello?”

“Don’t remember,” he said. That, at least, was the truth.

Isobel said nothing for a moment, then, “You think it was Maria?”

“Gross!” Michael said, disgusted. “She’s our cousin!”

“But she’s not related to you!”

“She’s related to you, and you’re my sister, which makes it the same thing. Gross.”

“Well, help me out here!” she defended. “Since when do you drink enough to black out? It’s so out of character!”

You have no idea, Michael thought.

“Please stop asking me questions,” Michael’s voice fell to a murmur as he shoveled another handful of fries into his mouth. “It’s too early for questions.”

When Michael was done and the hickey was covered, he grabbed his phone and found an early morning text that he’d gotten while showering.

“Professor Evans wants to see us,” Michael said with a sniff and started gathering his things.

Isobel looked up from the Tom and Jerry cartoons playing on the TV, her shoulders slumped. “Can’t you just call her Aunt Louise? She keeps telling me to ask you.”

“Then tell her to stop asking,” Michael sighed.

“You think she listens to me?”

“Oh, but she’ll listen to me?” Michael scoffed as he made sure he had all his things. He slung his bag over his shoulder, and pulled Isobel’s head in to kiss her forehead. “See you tonight!”

As he turned to leave, Michael caught Isobel furiously wiping her forehead, and for the first time that morning, he laughed.

There was something so soothing about campus in the fall. Trees along the wide cobblestone roads littering the grounds with leaves of copper, red, and gold. Turtlenecks and scarves as far as the eye could see, some students held cups of fragrant coffee or tea in their hands as they made their way up the slope with their friends, talking about their classes. There were various stands every few feet, selling oatmeal raisin cookies, or giving out pamphlets for women’s rights, or screaming out bible verses.

October had only started, but as usual, Halloween specials and sales were up on display in the student store windows, some very dedicated Tim Burton fans were starting their dress-ups early, and Michael caught the whiff of pumpkin spice as he passed a few dining halls.

He imagined slipping into the bookstore a few minutes, perusing the new offers up. Max always liked it when Michael brought him something new to read.

Michael walked into one of the many lecture buildings spaced apart across the two fields in between, patting down his curls which had gone helpless against the wind, and he slipped through one of the large wooden doors. The corridors were white, so unlike the ancient aesthetic of the outside of the building. There were bulletin boards with flyers for offered guitar lessons, tutoring, and mandarin one-on-one classes.

Michael passed one pair of double-doors and stepped into a large amphitheater, red seats on a red carpet leading down to a stage where a blonde woman was standing with two other graduate students, all with a notebook in hand, taking notes.

“Good morning, Michael,” Professor Evans said when Michael didn’t.

He nodded in greeting, and as he pulled out his own pen and notepad from his bag, he said, “Sorry I’m late, professor, I just got your text.”

“You’re fine,” she said with a wave of her hand as she went to her podium at the center of the stage and pulled out a stack of papers from her handbag. “I just wanted to give you guys your rosters for tomorrow. Some students are waitlisted, so these’ll change by the end of the week.”

She came back to them, handing them each their list of students. “But for now, this is your class. Your office hours are at the top, as agreed upon. If there’s any problem with the time, let me know by the end of today, please, and no later than that. We’ll work around it. Oh, Jenna, good morning.”

“Morning,” Jenna panted. Her long blonde hair fell in curls around her face as she leaned forward on her knees panting. “Sorry, I – I overslept. I wasn’t expecting an email.”

“You’re okay,” she repeated, waving off Jenna’s concern. “You’re right on time, actually. Here.”

Jenna took her roster and looked over the students’ names. “Oh, wow,” she breathed. “There are actual people on this thing.”

Michael didn’t think she’d meant to say that out loud, but it got a laugh from the small group anyway. Jenna blushed.

“Yeah, that’s about the reaction I had the first time I got my list,” Professor Evans said, amused. “A tip though? Some of the students might not like their grades or some of the essays and exams being back-to-back, and when that happens, they’ll try to garner sympathy from their TA. Your job is to be as hard as steel.”

“The schedule stops for no man!” a male TA with blond hair down to his shoulders and a beanie said.

“Pretty much,” said Professor Evans, and huffed. “Sorry about the early email, guys, but I wanted to give you enough time to change the hours if you needed. You all still have your syllabuses from June, right?” They all nodded. “Good. Okay. Well, if there are no questions, you’re free to go.”

Two of the TAs began to leave already with Professor Evans calling after them, “And starting Monday, you guys will have to come in through the door by the stage. Go around the back of the building, it’ll be right beside the offices! Oh, Michael, stay please, I want a word with you.”

Michael stopped just as he turned to leave, his eyes falling shut. Jenna had stopped to ask the professor something about the syllabus and Michael took one of the seats in the front row by the wall, furthest from the stage. He should’ve known this wouldn’t be a quick meeting.

Jenna got her answers quickly enough and turned to leave, muttering to herself instructions all the while. The door closed behind her with an echo that seemed to vibrate off the walls.

Instead of waiting for Michael by the podium, Professor Evans took off her reading glasses, folded them, and put them in her pocket as she took the seat beside Michael.

She folded her hands on her lap. “How’s the move been?” she asked softly.

“Fine,” he shrugged.

“Got all your things in? You and Max settled okay?”

“Yep.”

“Michael,” she tried again, “I’m making dinner tonight. Did Max tell you?”

“Yeah,” Michael sighed. “I – uh – can’t. I have a study session.”

She raised a brow. “Two days before your classes have started? Wow, you used to be better at lying, didn’t you?” she tried for a light-hearted tone, and when Michael didn’t respond, she sighed. “Come on, Michael, it’s roasted chicken, it won’t kill you. I’ll even save you a leg, I know you like that piece best.”

“You’re a plant ecology professor,” Michael said. “Shouldn’t you be preaching veganism or something? It is better for the planet.”

“I can make a few exceptions,” she said with a shrug of her shoulder. “What’s a tear or two in the ozone layer anyway?”

Michael’s lips quirked up in a smile and he pursed them quickly to hide it. The professor seemed to notice, however, as she leaned forward to get a better look at his smile.

“So you’ll come?” she asked. Then, as if to tempt him, added, “I’m making pumpkin pie.”

Michael wanted to. His mouth watered just at the thought. But he wasn’t a stranger to the whispers that had followed him since the end of the spring quarter, and he’d spent too long a time with foster parents who seemed interest at first in getting to know him, then were disappointed by what they found to know that no warm home had its door open to him indefinitely.

“No thanks,” he said. “I already have plans.”

Her shoulders fell. “Michael –”

“I gotta go. I promised Max I’d meet him for lunch. Later, Professor.”

“Aunt Louise!” she corrected, but he was already gone.

As soon as Michael had left the lecture hall, he’d pulled out his phone and texted Max, asking him if he wanted to grab lunch.

Max said he wouldn’t be done for another hour, having too much fun conversing about the joys of prose with his professor. Michael wondered how his brother could’ve winded up such a good friend with his teacher after one class, and wondered if any of his own students would ever want to have that close relationship with him. He hoped not.

Regardless, Michael texted back that he would meet him at the Starbucks closest to their apartment, and he went to wait.

Michael ordered a black coffee and took one of the small tables inside. He looked out the window at the students who were still shopping for last-minute supplies, elderly couples catching some of the early movie releases, joggers weaving their way through the busy LA streets.

The rest of the world had always been this quick, this bright, but something about it felt artificial. The glimmer of a neon light and nothing more. He rested his chin on his fists. Real. That was all he needed; someone and something real. He could count on one hand the number of people who felt real to him, and not something manufactured from LA’s glitz and glamour. He hated this city, always had.

Soon, he kept thinking. Soon, he would get his degree, get a job on some farm, and be far away from here. Living quietly, and alone, and he’d be fine and happy with it.

Michael looked around at the ting of a bell. Someone’s order was ready. He was about to turn around again when his eyes caught a familiar face, and he froze.

There he was, standing at the counter with his eyes on his phone screen, was the guy he’d woken up next to.

Michael swallowed, not daring to move another muscle. The last time he saw this man, he was naked in a gathering of sheets and looking like some explicit oil painting, but Michael recognized his straight brown hair, sticking up in messy strands and still managing to look perfect. He recognized the broad shoulders underneath his black shirt, his strong arms, the slight purse of his incredibly soft-looking lips.

He had his sleeves pulled up to his forearms, a few bracelets on his wrists, and some dark jeans that did nothing to hide the plump curve of his –

“What’re you doing?” he hissed to himself, pressing the heels of his palms against his temples. Was he still drunk from last night? He had to be. Why else would he be thinking of another man’s naked body, however soft and strong it looked?!

But then the server behind the counter handed Mystery Man his drink, and Mystery Man smiled, and oh.

Michael’s hands slowly came down of their own accord as he stared, transfixed. He’d never seen a smile like that, it was so . . . he couldn’t even think of a word for it. The creeping thought that it was a shame Michael never learned Mystery Man’s name was beginning to make its way to the front of his mind when Mystery Man suddenly looked over, as if able to sense that he was being watched.

Michael gasped and fell down beneath his table. He hit his hip and bumped his head, but he didn’t dare stand again. He tried to see past everyone’s legs, but he couldn’t see all the way to the counter. If Mystery Man had gotten his drink first, that meant that he’d been here before Michael had. Had he noticed Michael first? Had he been waiting outside instead?

Michael didn’t dare peek out until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to find Max with a raised brow.

“Dude, what’re you doing?”

Michael glanced at his brother, braced himself, then checked to see if Mystery Man was still there. He wasn’t. Michael looked around, but the stranger had gone. He pulled himself up slowly, trying to ignore the weird weight in his chest that felt a lot like disappointment the more he considered it.

He cleared his throat as he took his seat again. “Nothing,” he muttered, gesturing at the seat across from him. “Dropped my pen. How’d your chat with the professor go?”

“Good,” Max said, his brow still raised. “Mom said you guys had a meeting this morning? And that you weren’t available for lunch because you and I had plans?”

Michael sighed, thoughts of Mystery Man fading to the background. “Yes?” he crossed his arms over his bag on the table, fixing his brother with a defiant glare.

Max held up his hands in surrender. “I’d just like to be kept in the loop next time? Maybe? You know, so I don’t have to lie to my own mother when she calls?”

Michael felt his defiance quickly crumbling to guilt, and he looked away with a clear of his throat. He was about to apologize when Max pushed his banana nut muffin across the small table to him, offering him a gentle smile. When Michael took the muffin, his smile turned genuine.

“You take a look at your roster yet?” Max asked as he slung his bag off his shoulder.

“Nope,” Michael said. “Not gonna.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“What’s looking through the roster going to do?” Michael said. “Aside from, you know, change my mind.”

“Who knows?” Max shrugged a shoulder. “You might end up liking teaching.” Michael stared until his brother broke into laughter. “Or not. Look, dude, one quarter, okay? And then your scholarship kicks in, right?”

Michael nodded. “One quarter. How bad could it be?”

“Oh, and – uh – I’m only saying this because it could come up,” Max teased, “but if an undergrad asks you out for drinks, you’re supposed to say no.”

“Too bad,” Michael scoffed half-heartedly, unable to help but think of Mystery Man, no matter how badly he didn’t want to. “Eye candy and drinks are pretty much exactly what I need right now.”

However much Michael wanted to delay it, soon enough, the morning of his first classes came. Michael was only glad that they were before noon, because it got them over with sooner.

He’d taken his notes during lecture, went over his class plan, and walked into the small room with a kind of reassurance that all he had to really do was go over the lesson, and hopefully, nobody would have a question. Easy enough. Right?

Michael took his seat at the head of the rectangular table, making sure his own chair was a good distance from everyone else. He didn’t look up as the students came in.

“Morning, guys,” he tried, hoping it sounded authentically bright. “Come in, come in, take a seat.”

He rubbed his eye as he pulled out the roster list. The room filled with whispered chatter and giggling, and Michael knew it was a reaction to him, but these were undergrads. The last thing he wanted now was to have unnecessary complications in a job he didn’t even want.

“Everyone settled in?” he said, distracted. When everyone mumbled their answers, he nodded. “Good. Okay, my name is Michael Guerin, you can just call me Michael. Please make sure you’re in the right class before we start.” He waited a minute. “Okay. I’m going to call off the roster. If I don’t get to your name by the end, let me know, we’ll see what we can do. Avery?”

“Here.”

“Allen?”

�� “Here.”

“D-Daison?”

“Uh,” a student directly next to him said. “You mean Darson?”

Michael sighed. “Sorry, guys, the ink machine must’ve been out by the time they printed this. Correct me if I say your name wrong.”

He continued to recite off the roster, scratching the back of his head or his jaw, not bothering to look up.

“Long?”

“Here.”

“M . . . M . . .”

“Manes,” a melodic voice said, and Michael instinctively looked up. He stilled.

The papers slipped out of his fingers as he stared at the man before him. Mystery Man.

Mystery Man didn’t look surprised at Michael’s reaction. But there he sat, across from Michael, his chin in his palm as he mindlessly tapped his notebook with his pen.

“Uh . . . um . . .”

He raised a brow. “Manes,” he said. “That’s . . . my name. Is it on the roster?”

“Uh,” he stammered, gathering the papers again and clearing his throat. He forced his eyes to the roster. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe this guy wasn’t actually an undergrad in his class.

But no. There it was, next to a faded picture of Mystery Man, was Mystery Man’s actual name. Alex Manes.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Michael felt weird to finally put a name to the face. Alex Manes. It suited him. He looked like an Alex Manes.

At the very forefront, however, there was a much louder voice going, Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Needless to say, he was struggling to focus on much else.

“Yeah,” he finished lamely. “Manes. Uh – anyway . . .”

The rest of the fifty minutes passed with Michael barely paying attention to his own notes. He kept glancing at Alex despite his best attempts not to, kept looking for his reaction, to see if he was stripping Michael with his eyes. But Alex took notes like everyone else, his brows pinched in concentration, his lips pursed as he seemed to keep up better than any other student.

Did he not remember Michael? Had that whole night been so unmemorable? Had he been drunk out of his mind, too? When the last minute ticked by, Michael was eager to let everyone leave. He started putting away his own things, trying to pretend like he couldn’t notice Alex Manes lingering behind.

When everyone else had left, Michael closed his eyes. He knew this conversation had had to come at some point. May as well do it now.

As Alex approached him, he expected an awkward smile, maybe something more seductive, maybe something hesitant. But Alex seemed more preoccupied with finding something in his bag.

“There’s something I usually tell all my professors,” he said. “I – uh – have a heart condition, so sometimes I need to take meds in the middle of class, if I get too uncomfortable. It rarely happens where I’ll really need it, but just in case. Is that going to be okay?”

And he presented an official document with a doctor’s seal. Michael looked between Alex and the paper, and slowly took it. He pretended to read it over, but kept glancing at Alex himself. Finally, when he realized he was just staring, he cleared his throat and handed him back the document. Alex, it seemed, had either been too drunk to remember, or it hadn’t mattered to him at all.

Good, Michael told himself despite the increasingly heavy weight in his chest. That was exactly what he wanted.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice subdued. “Yeah, sure.”

“Great,” he said, fixing the strap on his shoulder and turning to leave.

Michael was just starting to kick himself for being disappointed when Alex suddenly turned around, the corner of his lips quirked up slightly as if amused.

“Oh, and if you keep looking at me like we’re fucking,” he said, “people are going to start to notice.”

Michael stared, his heart in his throat. Alex turned to leave, and panic rose. Before he could stop himself, he grabbed Alex’s wrist.

“I – I don’t normally . . . do things . . . like that . . .” he trailed off as Alex held his gaze. His eyes were dark, but there was a glimmer of something else there as they fell to Michael’s hand on his.

Michael swallowed and let him go. “I mean, I don’t usually sleep with . . .”

“Guys?” Alex finished.

Michael nodded. “I didn’t know I’d be your TA, I didn’t think we’d see each other again, and I was drunk out of my mind, I didn’t realize –”

“Hey,” Alex huffed a chuckle. Michael fell silent at the sight of his smile. Alex smiling was one thing, but when it was directed at him . . .

“It was just sex,” he said. “It’s forgotten. Okay?”

He lightly slapped Michael’s shoulder and scoffed lightly, turning to leave. Michael watched him go, taking in the way his straight hair curled slightly around his ear, the way his broad shoulders contracted, until he was gone.

Michael lost feeling in his legs, and grabbed the chair Alex had been in. He exhaled slowly, running his hands through his curls.

It was just sex. It’s forgotten.

He should’ve been thrilled. He should’ve been beyond relieved. He didn’t even know this guy, didn’t even really remember their night together. But Michael thought of the man sleeping naked in bed beside him, smiling over a cup of coffee, and he found himself thinking back to that morning, wishing he’d stayed in bed a little longer, and gotten to know the Mystery Man with the dark eyes.

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If you’re not kind of nodding by the end of this, going, Ah, I see why Rin doesn’t want to finish it, it’s not her best work, then I don’t know you. ☺

#michael guerin #alex manes #malex #malex fic #malex fanfic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm

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msjr0119 · 3 years

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Hey everyone! Sorry for another long hiatus, I’m still alive- even if I look like a zombie every morning 🙈😂. I have really bad baby brain at the moment so if there’s some grammatical errors, please ignore them. They will be rectified before posting.

��️Please do not read if you are under 18⚠️

A/N1: Whilst I’ve been on hiatus I have been editing a few things of mine, so have decided to do a Sneak Peek/ WIP. There will be warnings for each specific series.

A/N2: @callmeellabella / @plumeriavibes sent me a few requests to do over a year ago- they are completed and I hope to post this week. Technically here in the UK we are still in lockdown - so they will still be apt, Ella 😂

Tags- As always I tag my combined tag list for these things⬇️

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Cordonian Wags

⚠️ Warnings - Possible adultery? 🤷‍♀️

“Miss Brooks, please.” Standing up slowly, her legs felt like jelly. Following the sonographer into the room, she laid on the bed before slowly raising her top which revealed a small neat bump. The image that all the paparazzi had been so desperate to capture.

“Before we begin, are there any questions that you’d like to ask?” The woman calmly asked as she prepared to begin the scan.

“Every baby is a miracle, right?”

“Yes, of course they are. There’s no need to be worried. Everything will be fine.” Obviously the health of the baby was a priority- but in her situation there were other queries that were lingering throughout her mind.

“Your baby is going to be either a footballer or a gymnast. Look at its legs, it’s such a wriggle bum.” For the first time since entering the room, she slowly turned her head and viewed her baby for the first time. “The baby’s heartbeat is fine... you have a very active and healthy baby. I have no concerns. How many copies of the photo would you like?” Answering one, she ran her finger over the black and white shot. Just you and I, little one.

“Can I ask one question?”

“Of course!”

“With these scans... I may sound stupid, which I have been recently in the last few months. My question... it’s ridiculous. I already deep down know the answer but can you tell certain things such as the baby’s race? Grandparents DNA?” The medical professional sat down close to her, holding her hand that was shaking as she spoke those words.

“Unfortunately not.... is there....”

“Let me rephrase my question... is there anyway that you can tell who the father is?”

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A Proposal

There are two WIP for this series. A one shot based on Bertrand as well as a sneak peek for the upcoming chapter. If you don’t read the series, the one shot can be read as a stand alone.

⚠️Warnings: Swearing, nudity, possible ‘affair’.

One shot

Regretting his idiotic split second decision, Bertrand was now locked out of his room. Wearing a skimpy towel that barely just covered up his manhood. Due to the alcohol consumption- his brain was barely functioning as he began to ‘walk’ along the corridor. Rounding the corner, he spotted two familiar faces- then stumbled knocking down a painting off of the wall.

“Your highness! Ri Ri... good evening.” Both sets of eyes widened, mainly for two reasons. The first one being, witnessing Bertrand in this state. The second reason- would the Duke remember seeing them together. Alone. Did he see Liam lock his lips onto Riley’s? They would sure find out in the morning, once the group reformed.

“I wonder where everybody else is? Where’s the staff in this place?” Bertrand muttered to himself as he entered the elevator. Reaching the ground floor, the drunk duke strolled out not having a care in the world.

“Sir? You cannot walk around like that. Please return to your room immediately!”

“I’m locked out!” Wafting his arms in the air- the towel soon disappeared. Creating jaws in the reception to drop to the floor in sync. “What? Have you never seen a naked man before?”

“Sir... please....” The young receptionist pleaded.

“If I hear you say ‘Sir’ one more time, I will get the prince to lock you up in his dungeon.... I AM A FUCKING DUKE YOU IMBECILE!” To avoid more of a commotion, the receptionist handed Bertrand a sign to hold against his private parts. Out of order. To cover his buttocks up- she handed him another sign; No exit.

Chapter 2

Riley headed down to the hotel lobby, mainly needing to grab some breakfast to sober up. Still feeling slightly drunk, she had debated whether or not to eat or do the hair of the dog.

“Blossom! There you are!” Jumping out of her skin to begin with- she was relieved when Maxwell was on his own.

“Here I am...” Where should I have been? Did I miss a memo?

“I was so worried about you.”

“You were?”

“Yes. We’ve lost Liam. Then I came to find you and couldn’t see you anywhere. Bertrand- well I found him naked on the bathroom floor. With two... forget about Bertrand. Where have you been? You smell manly. Have you ran out of that black opium already?”

“Well I was in my room all night. The jet lag must have knocked me unconscious...” Lying, she didn’t want to admit that she had a blissful night with the prince. “What do you mean I smell manly?” Having a discreet sniff of herself, she couldn’t smell anything.

“You smell of aftershave. It’s similar to what Drake and Liam wear. Are you sure that you was alone?” Shit.

“Erm, I fell over on the way down here. A man who works here helped me. He must have been wearing the same aftershave. There’s not only people in Cordonia who wear it Max! Although I did bump into Daniel at some point. It could have been him? I was on my own, all night. Believe me.” Please believe me.

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The American Adventure

Warnings: Swearing

“Riley?” The line cut off.

It wasn’t her, that’s why she hung up. How useless is Glen? We are looking for Leo. Unless Leo has a secret that he’s keeping from us all.

“Hey, Li. Wrong number. Fuck it, forget about Leo. If we can’t track him down we will just go to New York without him. As Bastien said, you need to have a bachelor party before the shit show of a social season begins.” Liam didn’t require Drake to remind him of what his future held for him. The lack of freedom and choices he could have made him wish at times that he wasn’t now the next in line.

“Glen was sure that was the correct number.” Liam glared at his head guard, who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Unless Leo’s turned into some obnoxious Yankee bitch- then no it’s the wrong number. I’ll just go and pack a bag and come back with you. Give me five minutes.” Waiting for Drake to be out of view, Glen gulped before defending himself to his monarch.

“That was the number that you provided me with your highness- and I confirmed it. Somebody else must have that number now. Not, Riley.”

“Glen, once we get back to the palace- do another thorougher search on Lindsey and Riley Brooks.” Liam whispered.

“But, your highness... you’ve been trying to do this for over a decade now. Myself and Bastien - we tried....”

“Glen, don’t question my actions. Please. I am pleading with you to do this one more time. Bastien always avoided doing this for myself. For Drake. I don’t know why? But it seemed like he knew something but kept it from the both of us. If we can’t find them, then I’ll accept defeat.”

“Yes Sir, what about Prince Leo?”

“Leave Leo to me, I already know where he is. He’s closer to us than you all think.”

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The Unexpected Roommate

Just a short sneak peek for this one. Don’t want to give too much away.

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Leo x Olivia, Liam x ?

⚠️Warnings: Swearing, pranks, alcohol mention, end of a relationship.

Once she had packed all of her belongings, she looked around the apartment- feeling slightly sentimental. Leaving the keys on the table, she didn’t want to keep them. Instead, she wanted to close this chapter of her life- being Drake Walker’s roommate.

“Shit! The cupcakes!” Racing over to the oven- she had completely forgotten about her goodbye gesture that was now impersonating a charcoaled sausage. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Emptying the cupboards, food items were now scattered everywhere until she stumbled across a basic Victoria sponge cake. That’ll do.

~ ~ ~

Drake and Leo returned to the apartment- slightly later than the two of them had anticipated. Whilst they sat in the bar, Drake thought back to Riley’s words. Regretting denying that she could be correct, he had hoped that she would have reconsidered about staying with Olivia. He needed to apologise, talk openly to her- before he lost her for good.

“It’s ‘oh so quiet’... awww she’s made us a cake with a message on it, Drake.”

Au reviour, Dickheads...Ri xo

“She’s a fucking scruff! Have you seen all of the burnt cupcakes? The washing up pile? Food everywhere! She’s fucked off and not cleaned up after herself!”

“Drake, calm down. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack. How the two of you lived together and not killed each other is beyond me. Let’s tuck in.” Drake shook his head as he watched Leo dive in like a starved caveman. Staring vacantly at the scene surrounding them, he had no idea where to begin to clean up after Riley.

“This is disgusting! It tastes weird... just try a bit, buddy. I think my taste buds are playing tricks with me.” Taking one glance at the cake, Drake rolled his eyes back after inhaling the aroma of the sponge cake.

“It tastes weird because it’s not what you’d usually top a cake or dessert with. How stupid could you be eating something before smelling it?”

“It looked soooo scrumptious. When you’ve been drinking, you’re starving. What is it then Mr Clever clogs?” Leo sarcastically said.

“You use it with a razor!”

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Unnamed one shot

I decided to do a one shot based on my labour of my little girl. It was short in comparison to most labours- but so much happened. Looking back now, I find it slightly hilarious.

⚠️Warnings: Alcohol mention, labour.

Ten minutes later- Savannah knocked on the door. Wearing her pajamas, Ugg boots and a parka coat- Riley knew it was cold outside, it was December after all. But she believed that Savannah would have come fully dressed as she had taken a long time to arrive when she lives on the next road. As she entered the house- she witnessed her brother pouring whiskey into his cup of tea. Shaking. Panicking. Wondering how the labour was going to go. Would he be a good birth partner again? Would it all go to plan?

“Great minds, bro.” As she said this, a can of Strongbow magically appeared from her coat pocket. Bitches I’m the one in labour, why are you both drinking alcohol?

“Can you one of you just get me some pain relief please? It’s in the top drawer...” Savannah looked at Drake with a perplexed expression, wondering what Riley meant with her words. Lucky Drake knew what his girlfriend was referring to. He didn’t agree with her choice. But also wouldn’t want her to turn into ‘she hulk’ if he refused to give her it.

#choices trr #trr fanfic #WIP #sneak peek #the royal romance #the royal romance a/u #drake x Riley #drake x mc #Liam x Riley #Liam x mc #drake walker #Riley Brooks #Liam Rys #maxwell beaumont #maxwell x riley #tw: adult language #tw: adultery #tw:alcohol mention

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sourbat · 3 years

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I felt like exploring magtok HCs, and ended up writing this little scene/ficlet. Let me know what you guys think :D

Summary: A short scene where Magnus and Toki get out of a messy scuffle.

Rating: T for swearing, violence and reference to blood and injury

Pairing: Magnus and Toki

Magnus remembered the pit. Heck, he had told Toki more than his fair share of stories of when he dabbled in other scenes, and partook in crazed rituals that left him sore, bloody and bruised the morning after. The lights. The sweat. The energy. The late-night train rides and sneaking into tight alleys leading out of the high street and to shanty basement dwellings that pulsed bass and drum beats. The incredible sound of punk rock blasting up close, lyricists giving the orders to the crowds to unleash their bridled rage and scare away the casual listeners and tourists looking to get a taste of the underground scene. Stomping. Yelling. Heads banging, leather belts and cheap metal chain links swaying in tandem to a rapid, unforgiving beat. Boots slipping on booze or loose pins, and nostrils taking in the thick, dangerous atmosphere. His hand forming a tight, hot fist that flung into the steamy hot air, across the angry rowdy crowds or, if it came to it, straight into someone’s jaw.

Perhaps it was his enthusiasm, those nostalgic tales where he was younger and the hero of his own tale that lead to Toki inviting him closer to the stage, into the raging swell of drugged and drunken thrill seekers. And though Magnus entered the compacted club already so overwhelmed by the flashing red stage lights, bodies fighting at the door, for a seat or spot at the bar, and music amplified to its max, when Toki asked him to join him in the mosh pit, Magnus happily obliged.

Somehow, he forgot the pain, and it wasn’t until he was too far deep, lost in an entanglement of dangerous bodies that crashed and slammed into his older, frailer self, did Magnus finally recall the wet snap of a broken nose, the icy-hot sting of cracked, torn knuckles, and the agonizing, nauseating migraine that almost always arose after taking several blows to the face the following morning. The first rough bump startled him, but he thought he could regain a better sense once he had his footing. An elbow to his side hindered a chance for recovery, and someone shoving him into a bystander, heads colliding, made things worse. Magnus was still on his hands and knees when someone pulled him up and decked him in the cheek. No time to explain himself, just a fist bashing into the side of his head. The booming of the music throbbed along with the blurring vision, and as he stumbled back, heard Toki’s vicious war cry.

They put up a good fight. He did as well as an old bastard could, tagging himself free of any responsibility shortly after a nasty ringed fist to his mouth earned an unsatisfying snap from within. After that, Magnus let Toki finish the job, and pondered the extent of his damage, and when exactly he became too old for this sort of thing before blacking out.

He regained consciousness a few minutes later. They were in a gated alleyway right outside of the club. Toki helped him lean against the wall before making a turn for his phone. Magnus rubbed his aching temples, listening to Toki’s short call and learning they’d have a ride in just a few minutes.

“Wowee, that was something,” he said through a stuffy nose. He picked up on how odd he sounded and, through teary eyes, pressed his finger against his nostril and snorted out a ball of congealed blood and mucus. Lovely.

Both stared at the fat glob, giving it an appropriate moment of silence out of respect for its size and composure.

“Thanks for your help,” Magnus mentioned once it had passed, then gently applied pressure around his nose with his forefinger. He was hot to the touch, and the skin was swelling tight and thin, but it didn’t appear that his nose was broken. Thank goodness. Magnus wasn’t sure if he could afford another tooth on top of a broken nose. “You really saved my ass back there.”

“No problems.” Another forced snort, and then Toki regained his posture. “We makes a good teams.”

“Yeah, we do.”

Magnus licked his gums, then tracing a trail of blood up to the pooling hole where a tooth once lay. The location was far enough where it wouldn’t impact any new impressions, but was it far enough to stave off an expensive visit for a few months?

Thankfully, the alcohol impeded any further concern for money. A hand picked him up by the chin, and as Magnus shirked away at the slightest change of pressure, fell into a brief state of comfort at the sight of Toki’s welcoming smile.

Half his face was covered in drying blood or clots, and what wasn’t had hair sticking to it, adhered to with old sweat. Toki was red and blotchy, some parts still carrying monikers of where rings made impact. Magnus was positive Toki’s left forearm was bruised in several places, with his bicep already speckled unevenly with purple and blue. There was a bit of blood here and there, but most of it was seeping through his left nostril. Otherwise, Toki was in decent shape. He was a mess, but he survived. He did well. Better than Magnus, and he looked good doing it. Hell, bloody cheeks and snot be damned, Toki still looked good.

“You. Uhm… it was pretty hot when you kicked that guy in the nuts,” he mentioned as Toki reached to help pull him off from the wall.

“Thanks.” Toki squeezed Magnus’ arms. Then, another smile, and this time Magnus made out a bloody, cracked tooth barely holding on to the gums.

“Holy shit, Toke.” Magnus grabbed Toki and squinted his good eye to better assess the damage. “Your tooth…”

Second tooth from the front, where everyone could see. Cracked down the middle, and pushed outwards from a hemorrhaging socket. If they hurried and put it on ice, then a dentist might be able to save the tooth.

“I think your tooth is about to fall out,” Magnus stated, his slightly grim expression shifting from Toki’s shrinking grin to his confused, periwinkles eyes.

“Oh, dats all?” Toki asked back, then put his hand to his mouth. With the precision expected from a drunk, he reached into his mouth, prodded the tooth with the blunt end of his finger. The whimpers Toki’s coughed out send a nasty chill down Magnus’ back.

“Toki!” Magnus shook his head as Toki performed a pained dance in front of him. “Are you seriously trying to yank your own tooth out?”

“Yeah?”

“And lose the whole tooth?”

“Ams not a problems,” Toki said gently and with a slight lisp. “Charles gives Toki and Dethklok the best plan on accounts of all the accidentals we gets into.”

He sniffed, then wiped some of the many tears flowing down his cheeks with his shirt. Carefully, and barely patting the side with the now ailing loose tooth.

“You knows” he added, waving a pointed finger at Magnus. “You ams also on the same plans now.”

Toki noticed the missing tooth? Maybe the gape wasn’t as deep as Magnus hoped, but the promising news of a dental plan immediately grabbed his attention. He recalled the many documents Offdensen made him sign a few weeks ago to effectively be considered an “unofficial” member of Dethklok incorporated. He knew a certain amount of Toki’s insurances and privileges were extended unto him, though to what degree was still being unraveled. Of the many pamphlets sent to him the following week, were any for dental plans?

Suddenly Toki’s phone went off. The klokateers were here, ready to pick them up. A hand sticky with blood took Magnus the hand.

“Was thinking. Maybe we can gets new teeth togethers,” Toki suggested. His bloody, swollen face attempted what Magnus thought was a smile. His double-vision brought on by the migraine made it difficult to tell. But he was sure Toki just invited him on a date to see a dentist, and whether Magnus could afford it or not, his boyfriend was a billionaire.

“Yeah?” he said, trying to snicker and appear as casual about the invitation as he could. But the pulsing in his head made it difficult to stand straight, and his right eye shed some tears as a car flashed light in their general direction. He winced, but once the pain leveled, and Toki coaxed him into blindly following him though the smokers, around the gated area and back into the quiet comforts of their limo, Magnus muttered that he’d rearrange his calendar.

“Thinks you can makes room for tomorrows?” Toki whispered into Magnus’ crown just before the gear readied a syringe loaded with delicious morphine.

Eyes closed, Magnus brushed his bruised cheek against Toki’s shoulder. “Sure.”

The needle hadn’t yet gone in when Toki placed a soft kiss on top of Magnus’ aching head. He did his best to appreciate it, but the pain proved itself too much.

“Ow.”

A nervous chuckle. “Sorries.”

#magnus hammersmith #toki wartooth #magtok #hammertooth #metalocalypse #blood #swearing #unbeta'd #will fix mistakes later

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CHAPTER FOUR

“the alcohol stealers”

CHAPTER THREE

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST

who is max belinsky?

concept boards for the new characters

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is fore sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

Max watched herself in the mirror. She had a long white dress on that had a cut along her left leg. She sat down on her bed and put on her casual black boots, she was not going to go far out from her comfort zone. She was not the dress user but for this occasion, she had to.

She heard Sam’s car pull on the street and a little smile appeared on her face. That rush feeling she loved was appearing on her stomach. She hadn’t done something this planned out for a long time, she was way more excited than she ever expected to be, but she couldn’t help it. She loved it.

“I see you’re wearing the dress I told you..” Max said to Sam once she was on the copilot sit of Sam’s car. “Looking good.”

“I always look good.” Sam winked at Max and she let out a little smile.

“We’re back baby.”

“We’re back!” Sam said excited. “The best partners in crime are fucking back!”

After Sam drove to where the party was, Max got out of the car on the side of the house with her backpack on her back. She saw her best friend drove away and waited for the right opportunity to start her plan. Once everyone was out of her sight, she looked up to see the balcony that was on top of her. With ease, she climbed it and was able to go inside the house. All those times where she had to climb through fences to get away from the police were helping her on that moment.

She walked through the door into the house, looking around for someone to help her. That’s when she saw a waiter walking with some bottles on his hands.

“Hello, hello..” she said softly and then walked closer to him. “Hi! Excuse me, I was looking for the bathroom and I got lost, this house is like a maze!” She let out a little fake smile. “Can you tell me where it is, please?”

The waiter pointed at the end of the hallway and she thanked him with a smile. Max took her phone out of her backpack and pretended to pick up a call, while watching the waiter walk away.

“Hello? Yes! Mom, I’m just going to the bathroom, nothing wrong with that..” she said to the phone. And then what Max wanted, happend. The waiter went inside a room and then came out of it holding not even a single bottle of alcohol. “Mom! I have to go, I found the bathroom, stop being so annoying! Gosh!” Max said annoyed when the waiter passed next to her and kept walking towards the other end of the hallway.

She made sure he was out of her sight before walking towards the room. “Checkpoint!” She said when the door was opened and the light was on. The room was full of alcohol of any kind, from the floor to the ceiling. “This is a piece of cake.” She said with a smile.

“Not so fast, princess.” Max recognised the voice immediately. She turned to see JJ standing behind her with his arms across his chest. He had a backpack on and was dress formal, with a white button shirt and a black bow tie.

“I’m not surprised we had the same idea.” She said while JJ walked inside the room and closed the door behind him. “But were is John B?”

“I’m not going to say our plan to you, princess. Don’t try to trick me.” He shook his head.

Max opened her backpack and started to put as much bottles she could inside. “C’mon! It’s not like I can do anything about it now.” She watched the time on her phone. “We have to be at the balcony in ten minutes before the deadline, whatever it is, I can’t change mine.”

“I guess that’s true...” JJ said while questioning if he should talk, but when he saw that there was no chance Max could do something with it, he continued talking. “John B is at the kitchen. That’s our second part of the plan.” Max gave JJ and approval nod. “Now you have to tell me yours.”

“Uh, no, I’m not that stupid.” Max shook her head and JJ opened his mouth offended.

“C’mon! I told you ours!”

“Yeah! Big mistake!” Max let out a laugh and then added when JJ shook his head. “I’m kidding, Sam is at the back, were the trucks come and leave the food and drinks.”

“Alright, we’ll see who wins then.” JJ nodded and they both closed their backpacks when they were finally full with bottles.

They both carefully went to the balcony that Max climbed earlier, making sure no one was around. Luckily for them, those halls where as empty as the beach on a storm day. As soon as they stopped outside, John B appeared behind them with a huge smile on his face while holding three beer bottles with his hands.

“Look at that! That’s my boy!” JJ said while grabbing the bottles and putting them on his backpack. “Were is Sam?” He asked with a proud smile. He looked down at his watch and then shook his head. “Less than five minutes, princess.”

Max rolled her eyes and watched her phone impatiently, moving the end of her foot up and down.

“Three minutes..” John B said. He then did a handshake with JJ with a tiny celebration thinking that they were going to win. But interrupting their little happy moment, Sam walked into the room with a huge smile on her face.

“Hello..” she said. She lifted into the air the three bottles she had on her hands and Max watched how JJ and John B’s smiles disappeared from their faces.

“A tie?!” JJ asked annoyed. But Max turned to Sam and she gave her a little nod with a smile.

“Care to do the honours, Max?” Sam asked.

“Of what?” John B asked confused.

“Oh! Right, it slipped my mind! See, JJ, when I was telling you our plan I totally forgot about this other thing that we had under our sleeves.” JJ crossed his arms around his chest while listening to Max’s words carefully. “We all know how Kooks are on this kind of parties, they get distracted... they get drunk, they dance all night, leaving their drinks completely unintended on random tables. Sam, I think is better if you show them.” Max finished and Sam nodded with a smile, lifting her dress to let her legs out in the open and showing little tubes filled with alcohol attached to her leg.

“What the fuck?!” John B asked surprised. JJ covered his face with his hands frustrated.

Max looked at Sam proudly of her plan and she just shrugged her shoulders. “Never underestimate a girl in a dress I guess.”

“Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!” Sam and Max yelled at the same time once the boys stepped out of John B’s van.

“As the losers, we bought pizza for the winners and we like to congratulate them.” John B said and Sam applauded excited.

“I still don’t know how you pulled that off without being caught.” Sarah said to Sam.

“True, I didn’t even see you back at the party.” Kie added.

Sam shrugged her shoulders and then said with a smile. “Practice.” Max looked at her friend with a proud smile knowing damn well she enjoyed the compliments.

“Well, I guess you’re never going to live this down, are you?” JJ asked to Max once he sat down next to her in front of the fire that the Kie prepared at The Chateau.

She pretended to think about it but then quickly nodded. “If feels good to know that I’m better than you.” She said with a smile.

“Beginners luck.” JJ reached out to grab a piece of pizza and then went back to be close to Max.

“Yeah, if that makes you sleep well at night.”

“That’s not what makes me sleep well at night.” He said with a smirk and Max rolled her eyes, but a little smile escaped her mouth before she could do anything about it.

“Hey, has anyone seen Pope?” Sarah asked.

“I saw him at the party working with his dad like he told us, but after that, I didn’t see him.” Sam said shaking his head.

“He’s probably helping wrap things up.” John B said not giving much thought into it.

“Alright.” Max said getting up. “I’m getting another beer. Anyone want one?”

Sarah, John B and Sam lifted their arms into the air and Max stood there looking around. “Well... that’s more than I expected. I was just being nice..”

“I’ll help you.” JJ said before anyone could say anything else.

They both walked inside the house and immediately headed to the kitchen. Once Max had enough beers out of the fridge, she put them on top of the counter to look for the opener.

“Found it!” JJ said when Max turned around.

“Huh, I was about to do that.”

“Well, great minds think alike.” He said and Max took her hand to her chest and pretended to be tearing up.

“Was that a compliment? A genuine compliment? Wow.” She wiped a fake tear from her cheek and JJ just shook his head with a smile.

“I’m already regretting it.” Max let out a little laugh.

“Well, don’t. I said thank you for when you were ready to fight that Kook because he said something about me. That was a compliment, because normally, I would just say back off and don’t help me.”

“See? I like this thing that we have going on. We both do something that would get us in trouble, I flirt with you, you hate me for it, and then we thank each other for whatever reason.” JJ nodded proudly but Max shook her head.

“Well, we can get rid of the flirting scene.”

“But that’s my favourite part! And, I’m pretty sure that deep down you love it too.” Max shook her head even more quickly than before. “Don’t deny it! I can already see us in the future, you finally fall for me and you can’t keep your hands off me.”

“Uh, uh. If we fall in the future, you’re the one who can’t keep their hands of me.”

“Alright.” JJ nodded and left the opener on the counter. “Let’s settle this right now-”

“Don’t even try JJ.” Max cut him off.

“At least let me finish!”

“I know what you’re going to say!”

“Oh, you do?” A little smirk appeared on his face.

“Yeah, you’re going to say let’s make out or some shit and see who can’t keep their hands off the other!” Max made her voice deeper to imitate JJ’s.

JJ quickly nodded. “Alright, I accept.”

“What?” Max asked confused. But when a the smirk on JJ’s face went even bigger, she understood. “Ohh, I see what you did there.” He let out a loud laugh and Max punched him in the arm.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t be a little baby..” Max said rolling her eyes.

“In all seriousness, you did good tonight.” JJ said when he finished opening the bottles. “I’m not so sad about losing against you.” He handed Max a bottle and then they both toasted. “To a next challenge and me winning.”

“Keep dreaming Maybank.” Max said before taking a sip from her bottle.

They both stared at each other while their bottles were on their mouths. She looked at those blue eyes, feeling like they were looking at her soul. Max would never say it out loud, but JJ was really attractive. She couldn’t help but watched his arms when they tensed up from grabbing all the beer bottles. She took another sip trying to think of sometime else, but the way that shirt was tight around his arms was extremely difficult to not think about them once she noticed.

“Uh... I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right there.” She said and JJ just nodded. She took two steps but then stopped when a yell from outside caught her attention. JJ and her looked at each other confused.

“Pope!” She recognised Kie’s voice, and without hesitating, she followed JJ outside the house.

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sins of my youth. 019

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hey everyone!! I know it's been quieter around here, but enjoy the chapter I hope! Sort of sweet filler. Billy nurses a hungover Evie back to life as they reach a common ground with their relationship. Evie returns to school as the new Keg King. Chp title is after that Depeche Mode song. TW: Light light mention of a past r*pe/abuse & Pica. Smut!!

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Chapter 19: One Caress

Death. Hot, swampy death. Somehow mixed with frigid chills.

Evie cracked her eyes to light and moaned. Loud enough to wake the body spread on his back next to her. Billy spied her. Curls spiraling endless directions. Knotted all over.

Face pressed into the pillows, Evie held her thudding brain. Figured it might be unspooling around a cracked skull. There was movement as Billy reached over her to pull the curtains further closed and block the early morning sun.

“You seriously woke up at seven with that bad a hangover. Figured you’d sleep in longer. Must be a pride thing.” Billy hummed and draped his arm over her. Casual as can be to tuck back in. He made this rumbling sound into her shoulder blade and sighed out.

Evie realized finally she wasn’t alone and scrambled up, almost tumbling over the bottom edge of the bed if Billy hadn't snatched her wrist.

“Easy!” Came the sharp hiss. “Take a moment to remember last night if you can.” Brown eyes squinted to blink at him. Blurring the gold honey of him together. Billy made a face. “Jesus, you’re looking at me like I’m taking a dump here, Evangeline.”

“Oh, jeez,” Evie fisted her curls so he let go. Her eyes began to dart, finding the events and piecing them. Little by little. “Jesus Dolly Parton Christ.”

“That’s some poetry I like.” Billy reclined, covered in a loose sheet looking his insufferable cupid self. One hand behind his head while he tapped a rhythm into his abs. Evie moaned again, curling up toward the curtains.

“I did a keg stand…”

“Oh, yeah, you did.” Blue eyes rolled. “Your highness.”

“Did I puke on anyone?”

“Just some sorry ass purple primroses.” He’d snarked with some amusement. “You almost got me, but I aimed you just fine.”

“Shit. I’m-”

“You’re gonna piss me off if you apologize again. That’s a stupid girl habit you need to shake.”

“Stupid girl habit, pfffs. I’m Billy Hargrove. I'm perfect and glowy with the face of a damn cherub. Know-it-all.” Evie huffed and mumbled to mock him but Billy continued.

“You just did to me what I did to Harrington. Figure I had it coming. I’m still Billy-The Shit-Hargrove. Smoke and mirrors as you think.” His chest rose and air blew out his mouth. “We didn’t do anything, I just helped you home as you poured your tasty heart out.”

“Yeah, uh… It’s all coming back. Argh...” Evie rubbed her face and aimlessly waved for him to stop talking. She noticed Billy still had his jeans on, no shirt. Then, spied her own outfit under the robe. “The hell are we wearing?”

“You were keen to flash me those Fenny wiles so I tied you into the drunk girl straitjacket. Took some wrangling, but I think I earned the gold,” he blinked, “and I didn’t wear anything under the denim. I figured jeans were better than you waking to my huge, raw morning wood...unless you’re into that.”

He winked which earned him that scrunchy scowl he loved to see on her face.

Evie collapsed back on her front. Cursing daylight. Lingering black makeup still smeared around her eyes.

“Okay, well, I can die now. Officially. Thank you, Billy, for bearing witness.”

“No, no, I’m nursing you back to health today. We both smell like party. Get up. Water. Pills. Shower. Gonna shower at my place and then I’m coming back for breakfast. I’ll make your birthday up to you if you’ll let me. Hope you let me, cause I’ll bug you another two months until you don’t.” Fingers tugged for messy curls until she grumbled.

Evie poked those bright eyes up.

“There was talk of a couch day. I remember.”

“You remember everything?” Thick lashes batted the vulnerability away. She softened.

“Everything. Feel like death,” she said, “but waking up in your arms wasn’t so bad.” Billy brightened, liking that. Maybe too much because he looked smug. “So, the couch. You and me. Us. Can you manage that? Relaxing with casual stimulation.”

“Oh, say stimulation again. Slower,” Billy uttered and Evie rolled her eyes. “Gonna let me come back over?”

“Maybe.” She hitched and whined, ruffling her curls. “Knowing my mom, she’s gonna stay until closing. Around six or seven tonight, she might go party straight from the shop. She's made that a habit on weekends. I don’t know, as this year is going she’s just home less. City friends. Dating. And I feel bad cause it’s almost easier.”

Billy didn’t comment.

“My throat still hurts from last night and we do smell pretty ripe...gonna shower. Clean these sheets too.”

“We haven’t even made a proper mess of them.” Billy came up on his elbows with a suggestive look. They shared another beat before his tone changed. “I should have stayed.”

“I wish you did. But, I also wish I didn’t run into Fredrick’s arms after that dance. It was stupid. We can both make idiot decisions. Still young, I guess.” Evie turned her eyes. “But, you’re here now and we’re not yelling at each other.”

“It’s a whole new world. Keg King.”

“I need to forget that.”

“School won’t. None of the schools there will forget it. Betcha even Tannen knows.” Billy pushed up and Evie followed, stretching until something cracked delightfully. “Heard from him?”

“Something with a DUI or two… I don’t know. He made his threats already.” She stopped to pet Blue, shifting the kitten off Billy’s coat while he snagged his shirt. “Tell Max I said hi if she’s around.”

“Give me thirty.” Billy took his coat, gave her ass a pat, and waltzed out. Unworried. Evie dragged into the shower. Stood there under the warm spray with her head pressed against the cool tiles. Swallowed some aspirin down and slid her eyes to the container of cherry red pins.

There wasn’t a melancholy welling inside her empty gut, but she found it odd. This craving to indulge. To swallow sharp objects and let them click around musically inside her. Make them part of her routine. Eat artificial things until she was made from them. A doll on the top shelf threatening to take a tumble.

Wet curls hung over her shoulders and breasts. Evie closed the mirror and looked at her body there. Head tilting. Towels fell around her feet. She opened her palms, arms slighting lifting in a submissive motion. Evie thought to cover herself but didn’t. Imagined a shell opening so the world could look at her. Admire her. Pluck her free and decorate her with tiny diamonds and opals. Maybe seaweed and shells like a pretty siren.

The mirror lights washed her flesh out as they would an old starlet. Flash. Romancing Evie as she blew kisses to an empty lens, hoping to be loved beyond it. She might die if they don't all love her. Want to screw her. Want to open her up and peek inside. Flash. Keep her at arm's reach if they don't like what they see. Flash. It doesn't matter because she's still a wondrous thing to covet.

She imagined several hands piecing her parts together. Painting them with deft brushes. Evie could sit on a shelf still. She could also let them loop red strings around her broken limbs. Contorting fingers walking her upon a empty stage with the same washed-out lights. Evie would be anything for them. Give anything for eyes and lights and brushes that caress her.

Hands pushed her curls back over her shoulders. Evie really looked at her body. No shame. No sex. No fear. No disgust. Just flesh and blood and muscle wrapped around bones with marrow made of that electric stardust. Flesh that offended the world, they had to fetishize her to stand her. Nothing really mattered if the lights washed her away though. The lights would tell them to love her regardless because she was the next great thing.

Flash.

Lips pushed into the mirror's reflection, breath ghosting to leave an imprint that faded as she leaned back. Her neon demon flitting out to curl and poison the world so she wouldn't have to choke it down alone.

“I don’t want to be them,” Evie sneered there, “they’ll want to be me.”

They’ll claw. And scrape. And scream. And die. Just to be a second rate version of Evangeline. Steam rose around her, placed adoring kisses upon her skin.

A kiss and a promise wrapped in that vengeful neon demon she fed and hid from the world that had ruined her. Broke her parts to pick and choose the best. A demon she still kissed and tried to preen with kindness because Evangeline tried. She tried.

Evie hadn’t been cruel. She told lies. She made messes. But, she tried and she had always hoped that would count for something. It didn’t with her father. Or Mona. Not even Fredrick, he liked her mutilated. But, Evie tried to hold onto that kind girl with fire and hopes to create music that rained to make flowers grow even bolder. She deserves something. Anything.

She was already carved out by this life. Felt like she might hit bone if she dug any further. Piles and piles of ash spilling out longing veins. Organs delectable enough to feed on from souls that sapped her vitality away. What else was there to do but scream until someone heard her? Scream for the girl she lost. The people who would never care to understand that. Scream until they were forced to scream over her. Until they were all roses falling at her feet.

As she looked at herself here, Evie wondered if that girl was even alive anymore. And if she’d already let her down. If she could be forgiven. If she could forget a specific howl of thunder that came after crackling lightning. Lips near her ear to preen so sweet.

"My little mouse-"

Flash.

Hands shaking, she thrust the mirror open and pricked her finger on a cherry pin. Blood beading before she settled it upon her tongue to devour it.

It didn’t make sense. She was happier. Today, she was better. She was in control. But, this... It was built into her. Settling comfortable with everything else. A need. A hope. A cycle. An addiction. Girlhood was a horror story written by a true romantic. This, she knew well.

Just once, Evie figured. She could wean off it. She could gather her parts and sew them back together without help. Carve the person she lost to the world in something stronger.

It’s fine. This is fine.

Flash.

Unable to see whoever was in the mirror now, Evie shut the lights out and hurried away. She pulled a long sleeve tee on with a faded floral design. Decided leggings were a god-like invention and was stuffing socks on when Billy let himself back in.

At the sound, she clenched her stomach as if he’d walk in and see the artificial fragments that made her up now. A softer breath puffed. Everything was neatly hidden inside. Soon to be a part of her shelf collection. Footsteps came to her while she bent over to toss her wet towels in the hamper.

“Can’t knock-?” Evie was spun around into an oncoming hard kiss. Lips colliding before Billy hitched and pulled out. Fireworks burst.

“Hey, I waited for that.” He winked and went into the kitchen. Owned the space. “You look like hell still, Evie. Couch. I’ll make you something greasy to eat.”

“Ugh, I won’t even fight you on this...and you’re well aware of that.” Evie fell onto the sofa. Sagged. Heard Billy clicking around. “You’re not gonna make a mess, are you?”

“Quit worrying, let the master work.” He peered at the kitten eagerly eating from her dish.

Evie heard something sizzle and flipped TV channels. Turned the brightness and volume a little lower while she draped over the sofa's arm. Tried to distract herself as the meds kicked in. Melting around her pricking pin. Billy padded back in with a paper plate. Something stacked high on it.

“What did you…?” Evie blinked and sat up to make room for him so he put the plate down. Still warm and steamy, gooey cheese oozed from fresh bread. “Grilled cheese. Oh hell, that actually looks really good.”

“I made a bunch. Stuff that hangover.” He spied her and stole the remote. Evie was too busy leaning over to pull a cheesy sandwich apart to fight him. Readily, leaning into Billy’s shoulder, Evie got comfortable there as they shared a silence. A hot, greasy meal that was perfection. Even a few laughs over the TV.

She forgot about pretty made up dolls. About that girl she lost. About whatever was trying to take its place. About screaming and thunder.

“I think we should set some ground rules for this thing since we’re obviously avoiding labels,” Evie said during a commercial, wiping her fingers on a napkin before she pushed up. “Water?”

“With ice if you really wanna impress me.” Billy kicked back and heard her scoff. “What do you mean, rules?”

“I mean,” the sink started running from the kitchen, “just...you wanna be with me and I wanna be with you and we’re not gonna bring a third party into that. Basic ‘don’t screw this up’ rules.”

“Unless you’re into it.” Billy cracked his cheekiest smile as she returned. Ice clicked in two glasses. Billy put one arm up on the couch to gesture so she tucked in there. Cups clicked and they hydrated as if a mission was afoot.

“Ah, use the coaster.” She leaned forward so they could set the drinks down. Billy rolled his eyes and sat back, legs spreading.

“You worry too much, I know how to tell people I’m seeing a girl.”

“How public can we be? If I try to kiss you or, god forbid, hold your hand at school...will you be weird about it now?”

“No, and just give me a slap if I get weird on you again.” He shrugged. “If I wanna slip you my tongue or smack your ass, are you gonna get all squirrely on me?” Billy tipped his head back when he felt her chuckle.

“Depends on who you do it in front of. I figure you’ll use your brains for that judgment. I hope.” Came the softer reply. Evie curled into the warmth of him. Stared at his neck and watched the muscles and veins shift under tanned skin. Wondered about sinking her teeth there. “You can get handsy within reason. Do that thing where one person slips their hand into the other’s pocket as they walk.”

“I’ll give you the John Hughes fantasy if you throw me a little pornstar now and then.”

“Bet you think every nasty thing you say makes me blush.”

Evie wiggled down and settled her head in his lap. Eyes snapped down to see her face crinkle with a brighter smile, still only somewhat fatigued from the night before. Curl spiraling long over her shoulders and his thighs. He caught one around his finger. Twirled it with a thoughtful expression before he looked at her eyes.

“You are beautiful, Evangeline Fenny.” Billy had to sigh it. A fierce and tender proclamation. A stunning spell cast over her like a thin veil. Twinkling jewels. Flash photography.

It became clear that they held power over each other and that this was the closest she’d ever gotten to her name in lights.

And Evie did blush. She didn’t look away from his eyes. For once. Not when they flickered to catch her gaze. Lost in Billy, she rose and turned over on her hands and knees. Leaned toward him carefully. Billy inhaled her perfume, got this fluttered look as she took his chin and tipped it to place a delicate kiss upon his throat. Another touched the line of his jaw.

One muffled sound fused them together. Evie’s back hit the couch. The remote fell with a clatter. Fingers laced, Billy shifted her hand next to her head. Saw her pause to kiss his knuckles. Tough with scars from too many fights that burst them open.

Fingertips gave this gentle caress of Evie’s hairline with his free hand. Careful as if something here could shatter. Thick lashes fluttered so she turned to look up at him there. Words crushed in her throat. Almost pleasurably.

“Open your mouth.” Billy longed to taste the fragmented syllables. Lips parted. A finger swept the kiss-puffed swell of them. “Little wider.” His own mouth curled. Thumb rubbing a circle into her chin before he came down. A vaguely sweet-salty kiss. Tangy, almost reminding him of that balmy California air.

Evie matched him. Pushed back. Cupped his face. Made a heavenly sound that vibrated into him.

And she leaned out as if struck by lightning.

“What’s your middle name?”

“What?” He laughed, watching her lashes flutter. Hand midway to touch her breast.

“Your middle name.” Evie fingered the metal pendant when it hung down from his neck. Traced a line across his collar before tucking spun gold behind his ear.

“Why?”

“So suspicious.” She tugged his tee so he’d kiss her again. Slower this time. “This, Billy, is totally a date. So, I’m asking about you about you.” Frankly, Evie wanted to know every little, silly thing there was to him.

“Feels like that perfect, lengthy ending of a date to me.” The snark had Evie pouting. Stopping anymore kisses he dared to plant. Billy gave pause. “It’s stupid. My middle name.”

“Well, now you have to tell me.” She shifted so he could drape his weight across her, one elbow planted near her head. Billy rolled his eyes. Cringed.

“Seamus.” He mumbled, sparking. “Don’t laugh. Mom chose it after an ancestor on her side.”

“Just smiling cause you told me. That’s not bad!” Evie pressed her lips when they trembled. “William Seamus Hargrove.”

“Yeah, I sound like a creepy lighthouse keeper who's really into masturbating.”

“One out of two.” Evie squealed as he pinched her side for that. “Marie!”

“Huh?”

“My middle name. Marie.” Arms looped loosely around Billy's shoulders. They wrapped each other up, spoke intimately of casual subjects. All too easily.

“Evangeline Marie Fenny.” He gave it a taste. Liked it.

“Uh-huh.” Evie’s fingers twirled idle into Billy's curls, massaging circles into the back of his warm neck. “My mom got the middle name from this famous Voodoo Queen in New Orleans. She thought to name me Christine, Wendy, or Beatrice but when I was born, she changed her mind at the last minute because she saw me and said the name just came to her from this epic poem. Said it was star-worthy so she plucked it down from the night sky and kept it as her own.”

"A star?" He panned to focus on her expression relaxing.

"It's a lot to live up to." Something to grieve deeply in that.

“Hm. Voodoo Queen. So, do you like to turn boys into creatures when they cross you? Frogs, goats, and bats maybe? For sacrifice?”

“I mean, that’s the first thing they teach us, obviously. Voodoo is actually peaceful and balanced, it just has a violent misconception because of racism. It’s an even exchange of life and energy. A relationship you build with actual effort. Signature.”

“My mom might have liked it, she was spiritual-like.”

“My aunts know more. They were pretty worked up when my mom branched out. I like to think she balances a couple religions to get by. She does the same thing with hair styling…and boyfriends.” Evie puffed, eyes elsewhere. “Just a jukebox, she changes the song by whatever is gonna comfort her most that week. I just tell people she’s open-minded and she is.”

“My dad hates your mom more than he’s hated any neighbor we’ve ever had. And we used to live across from these guys he didn’t like me talking to. Said they were living in sin. Well...he used worse words.” Billy admitted, vaguely entertained because Neil loved to spit words only when backs were turned. He was a coward. “They were always nice to me. Owned this fancy cake shop so they sometimes gave me a truffle if I was playing on the apartment steps.”

“I can picture you small. Face all messy with chocolate.” Evie gushed there. “Probably the cutest thing. Bet Neil hated them more for being sweet.”

“The one and only time he spat the word out in the open, one of those guys broke his nose. I got the brunt of that anger later, but it was worth it. Just makes me like Mona more.”

“I’m sure.” Evie blinked, sighing elsewhere under Billy’s gaze. “My mom and I have a disconnect, but I am proud of her. She’s so educated despite having me young even if people don’t know it. She’s marched for human rights and she’s braver than she knows. She always stands for something and I hope I can one day too. Even if her big, noble causes distract from her home life.”

Evie paused with this searching look. Unsure if she should indulge the thought that swept her eyes. Gently, she continued.

“I don’t think her mom ever loved her. Nana was always so cold to her, not like with the older sisters. I noticed that young. She might have liked me only cause I was her one and only grand-baby.”

“Why’s that?”

Evie flickered her brown eyes again, frowning.

“You can’t repeat this, not even to me.” A sigh followed when Billy nodded. “When my mom and dad got divorced...that Christmas break she took me back to N’awlins. They live in this big place, I used to think it was a castle. Her three older sisters, growing old together. Nana was with them until she passed away. I used to hang out in the attic when I wasn’t at their store. Going through boxes of memories.”

“Yeah.” Billy nodded for her to go on.

“My mom wasn’t supposed to be born. Nana had her sisters. She had this husband. Perfect life. A shop to pass down. One night, she was closing and a man attacked her. Held her down and…” Evie swallowed.

“Oh…”

“He hurt my Nana bad. I don’t think she was ever the same, how can you be? But, she got pregnant with his baby. Kept it and that was my mom. I think my mom spent her whole life trying to make up for it. I’m sure she knew.”

“How so?”

“My grandfather left not long after she was born and..my Nana wrote him this letter I don’t think she ever sent. It was begging him to just take Mona and love her right. It was full of apologies and, I think she was gonna kill herself. I don’t know what changed her mind. But, I found that letter and read it. It was in my mom’s things. Under the floorboards of the first dollhouse she ever made herself. She must have found it all the same. Maybe when she was my age.”

“Probably wasn’t an easy thing to find for her.”

“Right. Might explain why mom can only handle the dainty things in life. She just wanted to be loved. So, I think after that...I tried even harder to be perfect for her. I know she loves me and her mother never loved or wanted her. She tried so hard for everyone even if she’s bad with the negative. We’re friends. She always tells me I saved her life so I’m scared of letting her down. What if I can’t save her one day?” Her voice cracked so Evie swallowed a lump down to level herself.

Billy felt that prick his heart. Deeper than he liked. But, the advice still came out clear.

“That’s not your job, Evie, you need a mother. You have plenty of best friends.”

“I thought she married my dad cause she loved him, but really I think she married the first person who promised to care for her. Who whisked her away from her mother’s cold house. It worked out that he was always traveling for work. It feels like everything I thought I knew about my life wasn’t real.” Evie caught herself, eyes on Billy’s pendant. She hoped it protected him. Well enough. “But, my dad. I bet he thinks about me every day. I know it.”

It was always striking and peculiar how Evangeline spoke of her father. Billy pictured a string being pulled from her back to rattle the same peppy sayings. Over and over again until perhaps she believed it too.

Evie paused to stare at Billy thoughtfully. With the pull of her string, she switched modes to become something else.

“What kinds of things to do you like to write about?” She asked with this dreamy sort of expression crossing as if the words before were all imaginary. She was fine. Her mother was fine. Her father, he…

It was all fine. Picture perfect. Paparazzi flashing to send her into a sea of spots. Memories wiping.

“I don’t know, anything to not be here.” Billy caught himself, both of them still wrapped around each other. “Not here, I mean. I’m here.”

Billy seemed to realize how present he was and shifted off her.

“The words almost don’t sound real.” Repetition. A mild chuckle. “I’m here.” He sounded them out carefully. Evie pulled up. Stared at Billy sitting on his knees between her legs.

“That’s it.” She said. “Labels and rules aside. As long as we’re just here, I think we have a handle on this. I can manage that, can you?”

I’m here, Billy gave this closer look and nodded. Earring dangling. Fingers twisted his ring around.

“Are you going to tell Neil or Susan about this?” Evie’s question made him pale noticeably.

“Hell, no. It’s better if my dad doesn’t figure it out. Don’t like him talking to you.”

Evie didn’t argue with that.

“I don’t think I want to tell my mom, she’s just a lot when I’m seeing someone or liking anyone point-blank.” Evie winced.

“Don’t freak on me if I pull from you around my dad. I don’t trust him near you. He’ll say shit and you don’t need that.” Billy peered aside until Evie took his hand, shaking it almost officially.

“Deal. Screw Neil.”

“Oh,” Billy laughed, “you're still a funny girl, Evie.” Eager as can be, he cupped the back of her head. Kissed her into the couch. They forgot the dull aches that kept them so grounded. All giggles, she squirmed out to escape him. Left Billy breathless and tugged as she got up. “Wait, where ya going?”

“Um. My room. Duh.”

He lit up and tried to play cool which melted the second he scrambled to scoop her from the floor.

“Ah!” Evie wiggled and clung to him. Feeling his muscles bulge and strain as they always did. Made her heart sing. “We didn’t discuss this!”

“If I can lift it, it’s mine. You spent all last night challenging me, what do you expect?” Billy jostled her which had Evie wrapping her arms tighter around his shoulders. Barely squealing.

“Okay! Don’t drop me!” She squeezed into his arms and balled up. Billy laughed all the way to the bedroom. “I didn’t wash the sheets yet.”

“Even better, let’s make a bigger mess of them.” Billy dropped her playfully into the covers. Pulled his shirt off as Evie sat up. Eyes falling to the hard contours. He relished that she liked to look at him. Fingers wrapped around her wrist, encouraging the cool palm into his skin. Up the deft lines in his stomach. “You can touch, I won’t charge you for it.”

She dropped the awe and pushed from him. Laughing back into the pillows.

“You’re such a pain.” Evie stiffened because Billy dropped down to crawl up her body. Pretense gone. One hand cupped her jaw. Urged it open as fingers stroked the silky cheek. Thumb curving the swell of her parting mouth. Evie kissed the pad and let the digit slip along her tongue.

“You’re so good.” Billy shuddered when he felt her tongue whirl obediently around his thumb. Breathless. Evie reached down to undo his belt. Sly as can be.

“You’re eager.” She whispered coolly against the wet thumb tracing a line down her chin.

“I haven’t been laid much the past few months, I’m collecting. Times I tried didn’t work. Sue me.”

“Poor thing.” She cooed, working his zipper down until Billy bit his lip. Hips shimmied between her spread legs. He jerked her hips up to get the underwear and leggings off in one expert pull. “Did you think about me when you tried?”

Billy narrowed on her. Sighed as a hand slipped into his jeans. Moaned.

“Yes.” He stole himself a kiss. “Couldn’t even measure up to that kiss in the street.”

“Remind me how that went.” Evie hitched a laugh and he smothered her down. Scared the syllables with his tongue.

Billy pulled her hair for good measure, pushed his open fly into her bare skin. He didn’t waste time this hour as she moaned and pulled for him. Adjusted to find her core. Hips snapped together, both of them mostly clothed in disarray. A good ache built as he moved. Hard and intent like he was making an impression into her flesh. Into her marrow.

Evie would remember him and this time and how he played her. Totally. Neither of them would be running. This moment was about the long haul together. They kept slowing to just look and breathe. Noses nuzzling. Soft exhales in turn. Billy broke kisses to push his face up against her hair and jawline, arms sliding underneath her to cling. He let Evie whisper sweet things into his flesh. Let her hold him just as close.

At the sweetness of her coaxing, he spilled inside her. Earlier then he meant.

“Shit.” Billy started to push up when Evie’s legs caught his hips.

“Stay,” she puffed, “stay like this for a bit.” She prodded and pawed, openly needing him. So very bad.

“I’m crushing you.” He mumbled into her cheek. Trapped in heat.

“I like it.” Evie’s arms looped his shoulders. Both of them got the shakes. “I like how you feel right here.”

“You didn’t come yet.” Hot breath ghosted her neck.

“It’s okay.”

Billy blew air into her jaw. Kissed the line of it before he reached down to finish her.

“Yeah?”

“Ngh, yes.” She mewled out silently. "Oh, Billy." That was his favorite song in truth.

“Atta girl.” Billy kept planting kisses. Evie twisted with nowhere to go. Whimpered until she was locking under him. Mouth back open for his slow tongue. She reached a peak and let him slowly bring her back down.

Lips muffled into her collar. He stayed there inside her. Took every piece of comfort she offered. One hand reeled up to pet her curls. Arms kept him firm against her so he could listen to her twittering heart slow and lull. Fingers danced too delicate across flesh.

Evie whined as he pulled out. Felt the absence burn hot.

They messed the sheets. She was still pulling for him until he pushed her over. Wrapped himself around her after fixing his jeans back up. Leaving them open. Evie shifted, restless until Billy kissed behind her ear.

“Just sleep. Not going anywhere.” Billy’s words lulled her back to relax. “Quit squirming about it.”

She stilled, fingers trailing up the hair on his arm before she dropped her head to the offered bicep. Evie tilted Billy’s wrist to see the watch, groaning.

“It’s not even noon.”

“Maybe you’ll think next time before you get up hungover on a weekday before eight,” Billy mumbled into the curls.

“Only did it for the Hargrove grilled cheese.” Evie closed her eyes to sigh. "You fell for it."

“Guess we’re both screwed.”

“Mm-hm.” She let her mind flutter. Felt Billy’s hand stroking her bare thigh.

Fingers moved up her hip. Kneading the flesh. His palm trailed over her tummy and she didn’t stop him. Didn’t clam up at a boy touching her fuller areas. Billy worshiped her skin. Breath hot into dark curls. She almost wondered if he was trying for another round massaging her hip like that with dancing fingertips.

“Hard to nap when you...when you touch me.” She sounded breathless.

“Like touching you,” Billy mumbled. “Gonna figure out a way to prove it to you without the label. This thing.”

“For a boy who likes to talk, I notice certain words are hard for you.” She felt the arm under her wrapping tighter, pulling her further into his fire. “Not judging. I have problems words too.”

“Still good with my mouth.” Billy shifted hair from Evie’s neck and jaw. Settling his lips there, lazy as can be. “And my hands. But, you still have something nagging you tell you I’m not being truthful about the exclusive thing. Gonna figure out how I can make that up to you.”

“If I really didn’t trust you, Billy, I wouldn’t have let you stay here.” Evie shifted around to face him, still laying on his bicep. There was plenty of fear. Fear of exposing her heart and vessels and nerves to be plucked. Fear she'd like him more than he liked her. Fear this relationship would be such an easy thing to fall into.

"That's honest." He decided, lashes batting. Evie reached up and traced this curving line near his mouth.

“Just be with me cause you want to be and try not to raise your voice if you’re upset." She dropped her hand. "It’s okay if you’re upset, you can tell me. It just freaks out when men raise their voices. It’s like thunder and I...I’m scared of thunder.”

Evie recalled the passive-aggressive way Fredrick would slam things when he was upset with her instead of outright telling her. How he’d wait until she was near tears and begging his forgiveness. Billy studied her eyes. Saw lightning flash within them. Knuckles came to her cheek. Gave an idle caress. His soft lips found her brow and lulled her heavy eyes until they began to flutter. Billy laid there and watched Evie fade, let her sleepy frame tuck into him. Under his chin. She found solace.

He thought of the men in her life and his life who raised their voices. Who hit. Who broke them down to a series of parts they can pick and choose from to make a doll that suited them best. This image they placed up carefully for protection, it may have shattered them both distantly. Billy didn’t want to be a piece of thunder in Evie’s life. Striking to make his points so she wouldn’t forget them.

But, Evie slept so soundly in his arms. Barely twitching while his hands roamed her body. Under the shirt down her bare back. Threading into fluffy locks of thick hair. These little caresses that were her lullaby. It made Billy believe with all his soul that he’d never be like them.

And it made it so easy for him to follow her in darkness.

** ** **

“You’re awfully quiet, Max.” Evie turned her head in the seat. Trees whizzed by illuminated with little flits of the morning sun.

“Just a test today, I guess.” Max had her backpack clutched close in her lap. Almost hiding behind it. She hinted a smile. “I gave Billy shit this morning.” Billy snorted in the driver’s seat, nodding. One hand idle on Evie’s knee. Hot through the denim.

“She did. Neil wasn’t around.”

“Hey...I told Will and them I’d go to the arcade. Just to hang out after school. I’ll be home before dinner.”

“Does Neil know?” Was all Billy asked.

“Yes, he thinks I’m just going to see El. Stays quieter if I’m seeing the Police Chief.” Max plucked up her skateboard. “I won’t need a ride so you guys can make-out.” She snickered while Billy swerved to park at school.

“Yeah? Beat it.” He shifted his seat, patting Evie’s knee to make her wait there. Max jumped out and hopped on her board.

“She does seem off,” Evie remarked more so to herself.

“Things at home are off, it’s making it weird for her and her friends.” Billy shut the door with a hard look. Exhaling out his nose. “It was bound to.” Evie watched Max skate down the hill around other students. Seemingly isolated. She didn’t push the subject and wiped the frown aside. Mauve lips upturned when she peered to see Billy staring at her face. Not reaching for a smoke yet.

“Got something for you.” He said instead, fishing into the front pocket of his denim jacket. “Tried to figure out how to make this official for you. Here.”

Billy dropped a silver chain in her hand without ceremony. The silver ring he wore on his middle finger hung from it. Evie wondered what he’d fidget around with now when he was deep in thought.

“I don’t have a class ring or Letterman jacket for you because I’m not a douche. But, guys do this. Don’t they?” Billy peered at Evie eyeing the ring before she met his gaze.

“It’s perfect.” She turned, gesturing so he could help her put it on. It sat lower than the little music note she usually wore. Evie debated it and pulled her dad’s necklace off, looping it around her wrist as a bracelet because she wasn’t ready to part with it just yet. Maybe it not being in plain sight would make her easier to look at for Mona. “Thank you.”

“My mom got it for me. She had it in the family and said it would fit me one day. That and this chain.” He fingered the saint pendant.

“I’ll be careful with it,” Evie promised him.

“It sits exactly where I wanted it to.” Billy flashed some pride.

“Over my heart?” Her eyes glimmered.

“Over your tits.” He laughed when she shoved at him, tugging his collar in for a kiss.

“You’re gross,” Evie mumbled, pecking him once more. She fingered the ring and beamed.

“You’re into it.” Billy turned her chin for just one more. She could live in this.

Just one more kiss.

Deciding to join the rest of the student body, they got out. Evie slung her strap over one shoulder while Billy held his bag in a wad at his side. They met each other around the car before Billy slipped his arm around her waist, bringing Evie into him. Fingers delved into her back pocket.

Every teen around them took note. It was official. Comments piled in as they passed into school.

“Great party, Evie.”

“Looking good, you two!”

“Love your outfit, Fenny.”

Whistles cast and overlapped suggestively.

“This is weird.” Evie leaned into Billy as they got to her locker. Students looked at them together. Offered winks or smiles. Students who never addressed her much before.

“You’re the keg king. What’s that saying?” Billy had shrugged. “Heavy is the head… Fine is the ass.”

“I regret you already.” Evie broke to laugh at him. “Pure poetry, Billy.” She shut her locker, paused to see Heather headed her way looking apprehensive. Another smile crossed, even fuller than the last. Heather seemed to respond and follow it.

“So, I heard I missed a piece of history.”

“Hardly, I puked everywhere.” Evie swept curls behind her shoulder. “Billy, can Heather and I have a sec?”

“Depends, am I still an asshole prick?” He leered over Evie’s shoulder.

“You’re back down to normal prick status.” Heather beamed even sweeter while Billy caught his tongue between his teeth, seeming to like that.

“I can work with that, princess.” He tugged Evie’s curls and went around them to head to his locker before the first period. Evie shifted on her feet so they walked along together.

“I know...things have still been kinda weird.”

“I just figured I’d let you and Carol work through your stuff, you know?” Heather looped her arm into Evie’s.

“Can’t without my best friend there. Sure, Carol and I are bonding, but that doesn’t… You and I went to dances together, Heather, we stayed up eating junk food and watching terrible movies. We bought our first bras together.”

“Our mothers made that day so mortifying, I think I’m still messed up from it.” Heather giggled with Evie snorting next to her. “And you got a real B bra while I basically bought a damn bandage.”

“We’re repressing the memory together.” Evie tugged her down the next hallway where Steve scrambled to snatch her into an unexpected bear hug.

“Tell me it’s true, oh my god, Evie.” He was near howling with laughter. Evie, shocked that Steve lifted her feet from the floor, stammered through the broken train of thought.

“What?” She got spun around with a cry as Heather cackled. Students hurried around them. Steve wasn't strong like Billy, but credit was due.

“You’re the keg king?” He shook her by the shoulders. “You smashed Billy’s record in front of him. In front of everyone?”

“I’m never drinking again.” Evie dropped her head to his chest, hands covering her face.

"You're my absolute hero, Eves, I hope you know that." Steve gripped Evie tighter, got close like he thought to kiss her but resisted.

“Yeah, you’re going to have to fill us in on everything at lunch.” Heather decided, grasping Evie’s hand. “Jesus, Steve, get it together.”

“Let me have this, Holloway. She's mine.” He squeezed Evie’s amused frame back into him. “He made my life hellish.”

“I’ll dedicate the win to you. How’s that?” Evie slipped from Steve, laughing now. “Lunch. We’ll give Billy shit about it together.” A wink that Steve matched, thoroughly enjoying this momentous day. Evie rejoined Heather to hurry toward class. “How about a sleepover? Us, Carol, and Max. I think she needs more girls in her life. No boys invited.”

Heather hugged her books close to grin easier.

“I’d like that.”

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 4 years

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I always enjoyed seeing the contrast between tianshan and zhanyi. for example the christmas special and the spa, the couples are so different In their dynamic yet they are so lovable, what do you hope to see happening in the future for the boys?

Good evening, dear anon-san!

Future-related questions have probably been the most asked ones, so I’ve already talked about my visions and headcanons for both Tianshan and Zhanyi a few times. You might want to check out the following asks:

Tianshan being physical in the future

What if HT disappeared?

Could HT fall in love with someone else in the future?

Future Tianshan from MGS’s perspective

Will there ever be a Tianshan confession?

Will Tianshan be long-distance?

My take on future Zhanyi

Will HT be able to keep MGS safe in the future?

My Tianshan “timeline”

But I feel like your question was still slightly different from the ones I’ve already answered, so I browsed through the comic again. I picked character and relationship traits that I wish will keep developing or stay the same in the future. But for more comprehensive takes, I recommend checking out the asks listed above.

Let’s begin!

In the future of Tianshan, I wish...

...MSG will tell his mother about his relationship with HT (ch. 177):

I feel like Mrs. Mo would be shocked at first, perhaps even conflicted but ultimately she would come to be happy for her son. She knows it’s not easy to get close to him, so if someone has slipped under the rope, they’re probably someone she could approve of and trust her child to. If her son has let someone get close enough to develop feelings for them, the gender is irrelevant. Also, their relationship strikes me as the kind that MGS would be able to tell her if such time ever comes.

...MGS’s quiet “idiot” will keep occurring (ch. 185, 243):

MGS is the kind of a tsundere that will patch you up or keep you from killing yourself while scolding you softly. In his mind, HT can’t be all right in the head if he’s so eager to fight and get hurt for MGS. It’s not something MGS is used to. A part of MGS is scared of such devotion and, even more worryingly, scared for HT but it also feels kind of nice and safe. It makes him feel complicated feelings, and all the conflict and concern comes out in a softly uttered “idiot” as he watches HT standing up for someone like him.

Also, if HT thinks MGS will just listen to him and run like a coward from his own damn fight, he’s sorely mistaken. Fuck that damsel in distress crap, they’re going to run together.

..MGS will come to trust that he’s not fending for himself (ch. 188):

It’s good that he wants to be independent, but there are pretty impressive people around him if he ever needs someone to rely on. Despite how little MGS thinks of himself, they’re ready to raise hell for him.

...when HT looks at MGS like that and says that, it will one day send good kind of shivers down MGS’s back (ch. 200):

Not that MGS will comply, of course. He won’t just bend over when HT snaps his fingers. But that look in HT’s eyes will give MGS something to look forward to.

...HT will keep looking at MGS with admiration and pride (ch. 210, 263, 305):

I doubt not many people have ever looked at MGS like that. When others see a good-for-nothing delinquent, HT sees someone who will never give in or back down. He won’t sneak behind your back. He’s strong. There is so much good in the angry red ball of fluff, but people mistakenly judge him solely based on his looks and reputation. HT and others could stand to become more like MGS.

...MGS will get more compliments (ch. 210, 290):

...HT will always come back (ch. 224, 254):

I believe Tianshan will be a long-distance whatever-you-wanna-call-it in the future. They will be separated most of the time, but their connection is stronger than ever before. HT will always come back, and MGS will always wear the black studs.

I recently read a beautifully written KiriBaku fic (X) that had an interesting paragraph:

The line. They serenaded it like fools with nothing to lose. As Kirishima puts it, the whole world and you. The whole world and Bakugou. Every damn thing that could matter to Kirishima on one side, and Bakugou on the other.

I was kind of taken aback by the idea of putting a line between the world and this one person. “The whole world and you”. In the fic, the meaning was a bit different, but I feel like that would also apply to future Tianshan.

HT is the line, the barrier, between everyone and everything else and MGS. It’s his way of protecting and keeping MGS safe. But it also marks the duality of HT’s life, especially if he ends up working with his family in the future. MGS has to be kept separate from everything else, and HT is a different person when he’s in MGS’s side of the line.

“The whole world and you” is both beautiful and sad.

...MGS will always be there (ch. 228)

I don’t know what would happen if HT ever lost MGS for good.

...HT will always have a “safe place” with MGS (ch. 255, 291, 313):

Tired and weary. Starving for contact and closeness. Recharging after being away. It doesn’t matter what HT is needing, he will feel secure and safe enough with MGS to ask for them. He won’t necessarily get what he’s asking for but at least he can show those sides and needs.

...MGS will keep earning HT’s trust (ch.259):

Not that it would be in MGS’s nature to turn his back on others when they’re in need of serious help. But I want him to keep being his caring self especially for HT. I want MGS to awkwardly and a bit clumsily hold HT’s balled fists and grumpily say he better not die on him because that would result in a shitton of unnecessary paperwork.

...MGS will keep showing his confused face (ch. 273, 307, 313):

When he doesn’t quite know what to say or how to act. When he’s debating admitting something to HT or to himself. I want him to keep having conflicted feelings because it means the way he’s seeing his relationship with HT is developing. When MGS doesn’t have a curse launched on the tip of his tongue or it suddenly gets stuck somewhere, it’s a good sign. He’s at a crossroads.

...MGS will keep surprising HT (ch. 273, 284, 309):

...MGS will show confidence again (ch. 283):

I will never get tired of MGS’s calm and confident expression. He had thought something over and made his decision. And those decisions carry infinitely more weight than his grumblings and curses. I really hope we’ll get to see such resolve in the future, too.

...HT will keep getting better at communicating (ch. 295, 297):

I firmly believe that communication will be one of the biggest problems in their relationship in the future. It’s difficult for both of them but in HT’s case, its downside is often physical roughness or going overboard otherwise.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I still want those kinds of troubles to always be a part of their relationship because it makes them more complex and realistic. I don’t want them to be a perfect couple but actually prefer a twirl of darkness to always be there. But that doesn’t mean they can’t get better at it.

...HT will learn to say “I’m sorry” (ch. 303):

Again, I don’t wish HT to lose his edge. I want him to remain dark, pushy and mischevious but also be able to recognize when he’s overstepped. It doesn’t have to be “I’m sorry” necessary but some kind of sign he’s feeling bad. I think HT apologizing with some affection is also a way for him to show MGS his softer side.

...they will have these kinds of conversations (ch. 305):

No screaming, no cursing. Just them in a dim room and talking, getting to know each other. No emotional heart-to-hearts but rather HT showing genuine interest and MGS feeling like someone is taking his words seriously. I want MGS to say something and HT to be taken aback by what an amazing, outstanding person MGS truly is.

...HT will keep looking at MGS’s ass like that (ch. 206)

Not that I think he wouldn’t keep appreciating MGS’s fine behind but I want to see him appreciating it. I want to see MGS’s butt make HT grin.

...MGS will keep believing in himself (ch. 313):

I’ve talked about that panel before. MGS had been looked down not only by other students but the teachers as well. And that’s pretty damn heartbreaking. It doesn’t have to be school and studying, but I want MGS to do something that shows all the teachers were wrong about him.

In the future of Zhanyi, I wish...

...JY will never stop standing up for his friends (ch. 179, 185):

JY has the kind of explosive, oblivious courage that I can’t help but admire. Physically he’s the weakest of the four but not any less fierce. He’s the kind of friend who forgets to think things through when he’s stepping in. A brave idiot all of us should have on our side.

...JY and ZZX will always be together (ch. 198, 258, 297, 313):

We already JY will be gone when he’s kidnapped, and I already dread how badly they will handle the separation despite knowing they will be reunited. Compared to Tianshan, Zhanyi isn’t a long-distance relationship because these two need to have each other close. Being apart just isn’t an option because it will feel like a part of your very soul is missing.

...this will happen (ch. 207):

One day they’re laying in bed and ZZX looks at JY. He’s in the middle of babbling about something that happened that day. A bit confused by the intense stare, JY quiets down and smiles.

“What?” he says, and ZZX can hear the familiar sunshine in his voice.

JY’s fair skin looks soft to touch, and his eyes are so in love with ZZX it’s overwhelming. Without even realizing he’s moving, ZZX reaches to brush the unruly wisps of hair and tuck them behind JY’s ear. JY’s almost non-existent eyebrows shot up, and he freezes under the touch. ZZX thinks he even stops breathing for a while.

“Nothing.”

That. I want that to happen one day.

...ZZX will get more jealous (ch. 224):

JY gets even more touchy-feely than usual when he’s drunk. And it’s annoying to the max when JY drunkenly clings to ZZX but for some reason, it’s even more annoying when JY is like that with other people.

I want to see more of ZZX silently pouting in the background.

...JY will have surges of sudden happiness (ch. 224):

I don’t know how to explain that feeling exactly but I’ve always called them “surges of sudden happiness”. When you’re doing something completely ordinary but suddenly, you’re interrupted by this feeling of...”damn, I’m really happy right now, right in this moment”. It doesn’t last long but it doesn’t have to.

I want JY to look at ZZX and have that moment. When you’re looking at the person you’re in love with and think “damn, that person makes me so happy and I want to cherish them for the rest of my life”. He’s overcome by sappiness and affection and nothing else than showing it to ZZX matters at that moment.

As much as I love Tianshan, I need the fluffy cotton candy of Zhanyi to take my sappiness out on something.

...JY will become strong (ch. 280, 313, 314):

It’s not that I don’t want ZZX to protect him. I want JY to become strong for his own sake. He’s always felt inferior when it comes to physical strength and standing up for himself, and I want him to become better at it. I want him to start putting in the work and not feel like a weakling anymore. Even if it meant he can run away faster.

...JY will never stop being like this (ch. 259, 296):

And I always want ZZX to stand in the background, doing a facepalm and thinking “God, I love him so much”.

...JY can keep looking at ZZX like this (ch. 297):

JY is so stupidly straightforward when he’s happy, it makes my heart into soft, pink goo. He gives some of the softest, most loving and adoring looks in the comic, and I never want him to stop.

Overall, I most definitely agree that Tianshan and Zhanyi are vastly different kinds of relationships. That’s why I don’t expect them to end up the same way either. I believe they will both be happy in the way that suits their respective dynamics; Zhanyi being fluffy and gentle, Tianshan being more angsty and less conventional meaning of “happy”.

Thank you for your question, dear anon-san!

#19 days #tianshan #zhanyi #mo guan shan #He Tian #Zhan zheng xi #Jian Yi #answered ask

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Fandom: Tangled

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Summary: "That's not funny," Eugene bit out, searching through the shells frantically. "Cass, there has to be- we have to turn her back, now."

(Or an alternate ending to Freebird.)

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Note: Shorty laying an egg in Freebird broke me so this is my attempt to fix it... I hope you’ll like it!

Of all the weird things that had happened to Eugene, getting turned into a bird by evil sorcerers' weird tea that could only be countered by a weird blue egg's magical dust - it certainly took the cake. Even now, as he was struggling against the giant eagle the woman had become, his brain was still trying to process the fact that five minutes ago he had been a bird. With wings.

He should stop thinking too much about it, seriously.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Cassandra go up to the man, sword raised and such a menacing look on her face that he genuinely thought she would kill him. Before he could try to intervene, she struck down and broke the teapot in pieces.

Uh. Actually, that wasn't such a bad idea.

Apparently, the guy was less human than he appeared, because he disappeared with the teapot. Then, the weird eagle lady did too, sending Eugene crashing into Lance's chest - right as the house was dissolving behind them. That was definitely weird, but they had been turned into birds, so what did Eugene know? Surveying the scene, he was happy to see that every bird had been turned back into their human forms, and that everyone seemed relatively okay. With a shudder, he wondered how long exactly had they been stuck here with these crazy people - he was sure glad that they got out of here quite quickly, mostly thanks to Rapunzel and Cassandra, even if it hurt to give the dragon lady credit.

Frowning, Eugene realised that he hadn't heard Rapunzel for a while now. Turning around, he saw that Cassandra was kneeling in front of something, her back to him, but no Rapunzel at her side.

"Cass? Where's Rapunzel?" he asked, turning his head around a little but coming up empty.

Where could she have gone? As much as she loved exploring, he'd guess this place gave her the creeps just as much as it did him after what she just went through. His eyes fell back on Cassandra again, but she hadn't turned around. She had stiffened, obviously having heard him, but she didn't say anything.

"Cassandra?" he asked again, getting closer to her this time, his mind flashing back to her excessive anger as she raised her sword. "Everything's alright? Where's Rapunzel?"

"Eugene…"

It was barely a whisper, but that made him stop in his tracks for a second. Cassandra did not sound like that. Cassandra never sounded crushed or dispirited, especially not when talking to him of all people - Cassandra was confident, she mocked him, and she never showed vulnerability with anyone but Rapunzel, if at all. It was barely a whisper, but that made Eugene cold all over, because there was only one thing that could made her sound like this. He rushed to her and finally saw why she was kneeling.

In her hands, was Rapunzel - still a little yellow bird.

"Shit," he cursed, ignoring how uncomfortable her totally black eyes made him as he kneeled next to Cass, hands hovering uncertainty, "why didn't you say something? We have to turn her back now-"

"You can't," Cassandra said, her voice hollow, "she used the last egg on me."

Eugene scoffed, looking around them with growing panic as he got back up again. It couldn't be true, there had to be- yes, maybe there were only broken shells on the ground but- it couldn't-

"That's not funny," he bit out, searching through the shells frantically. "Cass, there has to be- we have to turn her back, now."

She didn't answer, still looking blankly at Rapunzel, who was chirping in her hands. Eugene swallowed harshly against the dryness of his throat, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.

"Cass-"

"It's too late," she interrupted softly, something broken and fragile in her tone as she put Rapunzel down on the ground carefully. "She's already… she's not Rapunzel anymore."

As if to prove her point, Rapunzel chirped again, hoping a little on the ground with her too black and empty eyes.

Eugene saw red. Going straight to Cassandra, who was still kneeling, he seized her collar and lifted her up furiously, his whole body thrumming with anger.

"You mean," he growled, tightening his grip on her collar, "that Rapunzel is stuck as a bird and that you had the bright idea to kill the only fucking people who might have the slightest chance of making the antidote?!"

Cassandra's eyes widened and, for the first time in Eugene's life, he could see tears gathering in her eyes - but he didn't care.

"Why didn't you say something?!" Eugene yelled. "Why didn't you wait? I can't believe how selfish and idiotic-"

Something poked sharply at his hand and he let go of Cassandra by reflex, interrupted in his tirade. In front of him, bird Rapunzel was chirping menacingly, flying to get in front of Cassandra - trying to protect her. Again. Eugene opened his mouth, but no sound came out as he watched her flap her wings quickly. The anger in his chest didn't dissipate, but he slumped, taking a step back as he saw how alarmed Rapunzel seemed to be. She probably didn't understand anything he was saying.

"I'm sorry," he still said softly, "I'm sorry I yelled."

Rapunzel little's head cocked to the side, before she flew slowly in front of his face. She pecked at his hair, and he cringed, before she chirped, sounding happy once again. His hands were trembling a little as he opened them, but she still settled in his palms, chirping again. Her eyes were so wrong Eugene wanted to cry.

"Eugene?" Lance called hesitantly. "We searched everywhere but…"

"There's no more eggs," he finished, definitely feeling his eyes burn now.

In front of his, Cassandra was hugging herself, looking small and defeated. Lance seemed to also want to cry, Hookfoot was grimacing and Shorty, who had gotten here who knows when, just looked drunk. Eugene felt the familiar weight of Pascal climbing up his back, before settling on his shoulder with a sad little squeak.

"No," Eugene exhaled, hating how everyone seemed to be giving up - but he didn't want to raise his voice, didn't want to scare Rapunzel again. What if she flew off? How could he even hope to find her again then? She seemed to trust him, and Cassandra, that had to mean that she was still in here somewhere and Eugene refused to give up on her. This couldn't be the end of their journey. "There has to be something we can do, something-"

"Well," Adira said from behind him, startling him enough that Rapunzel left his hands.

His heart lost a beat but, thankfully, she went to settle on his other shoulder, and he had to use all his will power not to grab her and put her somewhere safe. He had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate him manhandling her.

"Adira," he breathed, something akin to relief in his tone, "please tell me you have an idea on how to get her back."

"Not really," she frowned, stalking closer to him and extending a finger to Rapunzel that she promptly poked curiously. "That wasn't a smart move," Adira sermoned, not even looking at Eugene, "as the Sundrop, you have a responsibility that you should have considered before doing something so… foolish."

"Adira," Eugene pleaded, taking a step back because he did not want her to make Rapunzel fly off, "please. Isn't there… something? I'd be ready to do anything to get her back."

"I don't doubt it, Fishskin. But I truly have no idea of what was in those eggs. However," Adira added, just as he felt like his heart would break, "I do know a place where someone could know something about it."

"Where?" Eugene asked darkly, doing everything in his power to keep his anger at bay - Adira should really know better than to play with his emotions when Rapunzel was the one in danger.

"The Spire. It's a ten days trip, but the Keeper of the Spire has an unmatched knowledge of magical artefacts. It may be your only hope to get the Sundrop back," Adira sighed.

"We'll make it in half that time," Cassandra announced before Eugene could try and find an answer.

She threw him an unsure look, before glancing at Rapunzel and squaring her shoulders, nothing of the despondent and desperate woman she was minutes earlier. She went to Eugene's side, staring at Adira with fire in her eyes.

"Yeah!" Lance exclaimed, going to Eugene's other side. "We'll go to the Spire thing, and save the Princess!"

Rapunzel chirped joyfully, flying a little in front of Adira's face, before landing once again in Eugene's open hands. Her eyes were still wrong, too black and too empty for the woman he loved. Rapunzel was smart, she was kind, she was playful, she was… so much more than that. But now, Eugene had hope to bring her back and, as terrified as he felt, he wouldn't back down - he had to save her.

With steal in his eyes, he raised his head and met Adira's half smile.

"Let's go save Rapunzel."

------

Four days later, they were nearly at the Spire - Max and Fidella gave their everything to make them go as fast as possible. They tried to stay positive, because even if Rapunzel didn't seem to be able to think, not only she kind of recognize them (enough to trust them, in any case), but also the people they turned back into people had recovered their mind in the end. They had to hope this was temporary.

Carefully, Eugene pushed the door of the caravan open and entered as quickly as he could, before closing it again. He had only left Rapunzel and Pascal alone because there was a problem with one of the wheel - again - but frankly, he felt more and more paranoid about open doors and windows. Rapunzel seemed to trust them and followed them around, but what if she stopped? What if she flew off and got lost or, worse, didn't want to come back? Eugene couldn't risk it. He also didn't have the heart to attach her to something, or cage her, and had glared so hard at Lance when he suggested it that he was surprised his friend didn't catch fire.

Rapunzel never deserved to be kept prisoner.

Eugene already felt bad enough about leaving her inside the caravan most of the time, and only letting her out under constant surveillance. Who knew what these woods held for a tiny fragile bird like her? He couldn't let her be hurt. Which is why he felt like his heart stopped when he saw that she wasn't on the table where he left her.

"Rapunzel?" he called, trying to keep his voice gentle despite his panic. "Pascal?"

Thankfully, Pascal squeaked something from near the ceiling, and Eugene sighed, feeling like he could breathe again. Rapunzel was flying here, circling the ray of sunshine the trap door to the roof let through, and Pascal was watching her, never leaving her side as Eugene asked. The sight was painful.

Bottling his emotions down, Eugene climbed on the table.

"Hey Sunshine," he said softly, extending his open hand to her, "can you come here?"

She chirped, going around the light one last time before fluttering above his hand. He smiled, because he knew that deep down, she recognised him, and she finally landed. With his other hand, he gently petted the top of her head, drawing another chirp from her. Pascal made a noise, and went to hide in one of Eugene's pockets - the situation was hard on the little guy too.

"I'm sorry you can't go outside," Eugene apologised genuinely, and Rapunzel cocked her head to both sides, before jumping twice on his palm as he got down from the table and sat down. "I truly am," he added, "but it would be dangerous. You just have to wait until we get to the Spire, and everything will be okay."

He hoped it would, in any case. He really didn't want to think about what would happen, if this Keeper of the Spire guy couldn't help them.

He put Rapunzel down on the table, and she hopped to her little branch creations. Eugene didn't know what, exactly, she was trying to represent, but she was enjoying herself at least. There also were some seeds and water on her left, but she didn't seem in the mood to eat or drink - which would start to be a problem if she hadn't changed her mind this evening, but he tried not to be too much on her case. Maybe she had a bird brain, but she was still smart enough to sense when he was being annoying, and made him aware of her displeasure with vicious pecks on his skin.

(Honestly, at this point, the fact that she had enough personality to do that was a welcome sight for Eugene, so he didn't even complain and backed off when needed.)

Morosely, Rapunzel moved around one or two sticks, before looking back up at the trap door. Pascal went to join her, and tried to entertain her with the sticks, but she always had a one-track mind when she had an idea.

"You'll get to go out, I promise," Eugene smiled sadly, pushing a stick in her direction. As for anything artistic, he was way worse at stacking them beautifully than she was, but he still tried. "I know it feels stifling, but I swear that it'll be okay, in the end."

He hoped he was telling the truth. Even now, as he was trying to convince this little bird that was somehow the light of his life that he was right, he cringed at the reasons justifying his actions in his head. It's for your own good? It's dangerous outside? I want us to stay together? Wow, very Gothel of you Fitzherbert. He knew it wasn't the same, but it still felt awful - he never ever wanted to make Rapunzel feel caged. He hated to be in this position. He hated that she put him in this position.

"You know," he said, not changing his tone as he watched Rapunzel play with the sticks, "I'm angry at you. It doesn't happen often but this… Sunshine, I am so furious."

He sighed, putting his palms over his eyes as he slumped over the table. Something touched his hands, and he thought it was Pascal, but when he opened his eyes, Rapunzel was looking curiously at him with her too big and too shiny eyes. She poked his nose gently and he felt tears gather in his eyes, but he blinked them out.

"I love you, you know I do, but this was reckless," he whispered as she chirped. "And I know you wanted to save Cass, but did you stop to think about what she would feel? What your parents would feel? Did you think- Did you think about me?"

Of course, she didn't answer, but she was still looking right at him. He sighed again, and softly stroked the feathers under her beak - she liked when he did that. Sure enough, she tweeted happily, and Eugene couldn't help but smile. He was mad at her, but it was a very secondary emotion to the overwhelming fear he felt, and all of that was powered by the love he had for her. Bird or not, Rapunzel was his everything - he only wished she could be back to herself.

A knock on the door startled him, and Rapunzel flew back a little, landing on Pascal's head.

"Eugene?" Lance called. "We're here, but we're gonna have to leave the caravan behind, the road is too narrow."

"Hear that Blondie?" Eugene said, extending his hand toward her, before putting her on his shoulder. "Time to go outside."

They had a Princess to save.

------

The only thing that kept Eugene from shaking Calliope over a cliff was that it would disturb Rapunzel. He had been terrified that she would try to fly off but, so far, she had stayed put on his shoulder and enjoyed the view from here, and he did not want to try his luck. Calliope was, however, annoying enough that it was a hard commitment to honour.

"Listen," he interrupted when she went on another tangent about latin or what not, "all I wanna know is if you have any idea on how to turn her back into a human being. Please," he added, hoping that she wouldn't take offense, "it's very important."

"Hmm." Calliope dragged out the sound, and from where he was, Eugene could hear Cassandra's teeth grinding together. "There is something that could do it."

"Really?" Lance exclaimed excitedly.

"I did say it, didn't I?" Calliope snarked, pushing her glasses back on her nose. "There is something in the vault of the Spire called the Effaceur de Sort, which means-"

"Spell Remover, yes, but are you sure it will work?" Eugene insisted.

Calliope froze, thrown off in her explanation as she watched Eugene more closely.

"You speak French? Well, finally someone of culture here, though I imagine you do not know about the intricacies of the-"

"Calliope, will this Spell Remover-

"- Effaceur de Sort-"

"- will it work, or not?"

She nodded confidently, and started to explain its different properties in her usual haughty tone. Eugene didn't care much except for the fact that she told them it would get rid of external magical interventions "of a devious nature", an important point that was apparently linked to the origins of the French word "sort" - but it was important to Eugene because it also meant it wouldn't mess with the sundrop. He didn't know how Rapunzel's body would react otherwise, so he was glad he didn't have to worry about it.

Unfocused as he was on the situation, he was as surprised as everyone when, suddenly, Rapunzel flew right into Calliope's face to bite her. The red-head screamed, batting her hands, and Eugene reacted immediately by grabbing Rapunzel and taking her away from these flapping arms.

"Are you crazy? You could have hurt her!"

"She hurt me first!" Calliope yelled indignantly.

Rapunzel trilled loudly, agitated, trying to go for Calliope's face again as Eugene tried very hard to restrain her gently. Thankfully for both of them, the Keeper of the Spire didn't seem inclined to test her luck against an irate Rapunzel, and went to hide behind Cassandra, of all people. Which was enough for Eugene to try and calm Rapunzel down, unsure of what had actually spooked her. As he stroked her feathers gently, he noticed how she bristled when she looked at Calliope.

"Are you… Annoyed?" he asked, and her chirp sounded so much like a yes that he laughed. "Okay, well I know it's not an usual emotion for you, but try not to bite the person that can help us, alright?"

Rapunzel cocked her head, and he frowned at her until she extended her wings without taking of, as if she was shrugging - he took it as a yes.

Though, it proved hard for Rapunzel to actually remember her promises, her emotions being nearly the only thing guiding her actions as a bird. Eugene had to pry her off Calliope at least five time as they tried to get to the Spire, and one time she was the one pecking at him to not just kill this annoying little woman who had gotten them lost.

Then, they got attacked by a Kurlock, which apparently meant blood red killer bear with horns and, at one point, when it nearly took a bite of Eugene, Rapunzel managed to distract it by throwing leaves at him. Which then inspired Calliope to distract it with her magic tricks and, finally, they sent it tumbling down into the poison elm.

"Yes!" Eugene cheered, pumping his fist in the air. "You were incredible Blon- Blondie?"

Cold washed over him as he realised that Rapunzel wasn't with him anymore. A panicked glance to the others told him that no one knew where she went, and Eugene didn't feel like he could breathe anymore. Above his head, the open sky seemed suddenly infinite, stretching far beyond what he could see, and Rapunzel could be anywhere. He called her name, rushing frantically to the places they had been, hoping to catch a chip or a flash of yellow, but nothing. He was such an idiot, he berated himself, he had gotten too confident, like always, thinking that she was conscious enough to not fly off when she was a bird. It was his responsibility to keep her safe, and he failed.

"Rapunzel!" he yelled, his voice echoing sharply even when the others were calling for her too. "Rapunzel, please!"

He worried that he wouldn't hear her response over the blood rushing in his ears, anxiety thrumming through his blood. It felt like something was squeezing his heart, tighter and tighter as the time passed and Rapunzel didn't appear - if he never found her again, he knew it would burst at some point. He- he couldn't-

"Please," he whispered, knowing that she wouldn't hear him and that, even if she did, she wouldn't understand what he was asking of her. She was a bird. The one time when she really did need him to take care of her, and he failed because he desperately wanted her to be there with him and to understand. He should have known better, should have kept a closer eye on her, because now who knew where she might-

A bird chirped in front of him.

With a start, Eugene raised his head and there she was, waiting in front of the Spire's door, flapping her wings gently as she floated above the handle. Relief nearly knocked Eugene off his feet and he ran toward her, extending his hands before him.

"Oh Sunshine," he laughed, his eyes wet and his voice dripping emotions as she gently landed in his palms, as she always did. "Please, please, please never do that again, alright?"

She chirped again, and he closed his hands a little more, feeling her little chest rising and falling with each of her breaths as he put her closer to his cheek. She pecked at him gently and he laughed again, feeling a little hysterical in his happiness. She was here and she was fine - he had reasons to be overjoyed.

"Come on, we're not going to stay there forever," Calliope said, as if miss not the real Keeper of the Spire wasn't the reason for most of the held-up. Thankfully, Eugene was holding Rapunzel - she looked ready to attack once again.

They went inside, and Calliope went to search for the Spell Remover - Effaceur de Sort, whatever - and came back with…

"A hat?" Eugene said indignantly, at the same time Cassandra finally had enough and reached for her sword.

"This is the Effaceur de Sort," Calliope insisted nervously, "you just put it on her head and pfiou, it's gone! Look!"

Rapunzel squeaked and went to hide in Eugene's hair as the red head got closer. With a frown, he took the hat out of her hands and gently coaxed Rapunzel down in his other hand.

"It's okay Sunshine," he soothed, hating how nervous she seemed. Even the eyes that he had hated so much in the beginning didn't seem to be as empty as he thought - she was still Rapunzel, still sentient beneath all of this, and she deserved to not be afraid. "Don't you want to take that chance?"

She cocked her head like she did so many times, and one part of Eugene's mind told him that his life had gotten pretty crazy, since he was having a conversation with a bird. Worse, he thought he understood something - but hey, he had always been the best at reading Rapunzel. Plus, he was friend with a horse and a frog, that was only the next step.

Rapunzel hopped down and watched him, so he hoped it meant she was ready. He put the too big hat over her, completely covering her body, before taking a step back to watch. He waited. And waited.

"Is this norm-"

A sudden flash of light, accompanied by a burst of wind interrupted him and, as easy as that, Rapunzel was standing in front of him with a ridiculous hat on her head. She looked disoriented, but she raised her head and her eyes were green and full of life like they hadn't been in days.

Eugene ran up to her and hugged her hard enough to make her feet leave the ground for a moment, jostling the hat out of her head despite Calliope's cries to be careful. It took a moment but she squeezed back, trembling all over as she tried to get used to her human body again. Then, Cass joined the hug and Lance did too, all four of them too close for it to be comfortable, but Eugene wouldn't trade it for anything at all.

"Guys," Rapunzel said, her voice wobbly and unsure.

"Don't ever do that again," Eugene whispered harshly, something like tears in his eyes as Pascal chirped his approval. He couldn't close his eyes - couldn't let her get out of his sight for even a second, all of this feeling unreal. He was still so mad at her, and he knew they needed to have a serious discussion about what happened - but for now, with her in his arms being solid and alive and here, he could only feel relieved.

"I love you so much," he whispered, and she tightened her grip in response.

#this is shorty the bird free promise #and mostly eugene centric because I love him #idk if it's good but it felt good to get this out of my system so #Tangled #Rapunzel #Eugene Fitzherbert #Freebird

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