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queenshelby · 2 months

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An Illicit Affair

Part 18: ALMOST CAUGHT

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

"Fuck, what am I going to do?" you asked as you hurriedly fastened your bra before reaching for your jeans. "Hide in the closet?" you sighed, panic rising in your chest.

"Bad idea," Cillian said, his voice low and urgent. "Max isn't going to leave quickly, so you would be there for a while," he pointed out, his eyes darting nervously.

"So what do we do?" you asked desperately,, throwing on your t-shirt just as Max knocked on the door again.

"I'll tell him that you came here to check on me, because of the cut," Cillian decided, stepping toward the door. "Let's play it cool," he said, straightening up his hair.

"Uh-huh," you agreed nervously, feeling a knot forming in your stomach as Cillian opened the door and you followed behind him.

"Hey, Max," he greeted casually, maintaining a steady gaze before giving his son a hug.

"Hey, Dad," Max responded, his brow furrowing curiously. "How are you feeling?" he asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes when he spotted you standing in the living-room.

Your face was flushed and you bit your lower lip nervously, trying to appear casual under his scrutinizing gaze.

"Hey, Max," you tried to greet him casually, forcing a smile as you saw him take notice of you.

"Y/N?" Max said with surprise. "Why are you here?" he asked, his eyes darting between you and his dad. "Is everything okay?" he questioned, concern etching his features.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," Cillian assured him nonchalantly, casting a sideways glance at you. "I just needed someone to redo the dressing and it's bloody awkward stepping into the ER with all that is going on, so I called Y/N to see if anyone was on call at the nearby medical centers and Y/N kindly offered to come here and do it for me," he explained, gesturing at his bandaged head.

"I stupidly spilled some stuff on the other bandage," Cillian then lied, explaining himself a little more than he had to, but since he was such a good actor, his son Max may have bought it nonetheless.

"That's right," you simply stammered nervously, trying to brush the tension aside with your fake laughter.

"I see," Max said skeptically, studying your faces intently. "Okay, then," he said dismissively, turning his back and heading towards the kitchen.

"Want something to drink?" he asked politely, peering at you over his shoulder. "You should stay for dinner, because I brought enough food for three," Max then suggested generously after a few seconds.

"Thanks, I appreciate it, but I really should go back home. I have to be at work early tomorrow," you told Max before collecting your bag and cardigan from the kitchen counter.

"Thanks again for coming Y/N," Cillian added, flashing you a grateful smile.

"No problem," you assured them, waving goodbye as you stepped into the apartment building's hallway. "See you guys soon," you then promised, turning around to shut the door behind you.

As you walked home, the wind rustled through the trees overhead, creating a comforting melody, but you found yourself lost in thought. This encounter had left you shaken, and the reality of it all was starting to sink in. What had begun as innocent flirtation had quickly morphed into something far more complicated. You were in love with a man who was not only married and twice your age, but also your ex's father.

Yet the attraction between you and Cillian was magnetic, and you knew you were hooked. It was a dangerous game you'd chosen to play, but you were willing to risk it all to experience this exhilarating love.

Back at your apartment, you lay awake in bed, replaying the events of the evening in your mind. Max's unexpected arrival had thrown you both into a panic, adding a new layer of complexity to your relationship. You wondered whether he had sensed the chemistry between you and Cillian. Had he seen the spark in your eyes for his father?

Had he noticed the nervous energy that crackled between you? Or perhaps it was nothing more than a fleeting intuition born out of uncertainty—a mere gut feeling. Whatever the case, the question loomed in your mind, haunting you as you lay awake, tossing and turning.

Meanwhile, at Cillian's apartment, Max and his father shared some late night food while talking about the events which transpired the evening before.

"You and mum really need therapy, dad," Max stated bluntly, staring at his plate rather than his father.

"Maybe," Cillian mumbled absentmindedly, distracted by the memory of you wrapped in his arms earlier.

"Or maybe she needs to get checked out by a professional," Max continued thoughtfully, peering at his now empty plate.

"Could be," Cillian agreed, pushing his plate away and getting up from the table.

"Okay, then please help her for god's sake," Max told his father. He rolled his eyes, seeing how detached his father was acting lately when it came to his marriage. "I mean, is it true though? Because, if it is, then you need to stop it dad. Just stop it," Max said suddenly, raising his gaze to meet his father's with desperation.

"Is what true?" Cillian asked cautiously, a frown marring his brow. The atmosphere in the room thickened, heavy with unspoken words.

"The whole thing about you cheating on her," Max revealed, his voice cracking slightly. "I mean, does it hold any truth?" he asked warily, watching his father closely.

"No, it's absurd," Cillian dismissed swiftly, shooting Max a sharp glance. "But even if it was true, this is between your mum and I and has nothing to do with you. We are your parents nonetheless and love you very much. We always will," he asserted firmly, wishing he could brush off the guilt that seeped into his conscience.

"That might be true, but it is affecting me too, you know," Max argued defensively, feeling torn between loyalty to his mother and his concerns for his father.

"How exactly?" Cillian pressed, keen to understand his son's perspective.

"She keeps bringing it up," Max explained, swallowing hard. "And to be honest, you seem rather strange lately," he admitted, peering directly at his father. "So, I don't blame her for suspecting things," Max confessed quietly, lifting his gaze to lock eyes with Cillian. "It seems odd that she wouldn't bring it up if it wasn't real, you know," Max voiced aloud, feeling uneasy about the situation.

Cillian hesitated, unsure how to respond. "Well, I assure you, there's nothing to worry about," he reassured Max, his eyes darting nervously.

"You are unhappy, and mum is unhappy too," Max pointed out, watching his father carefully. "So, just go to therapy with her, and fix it," he then told his father who knew where this was going. "I am just sick of you guys arguing and her being like this all the time," Max then declared, running his hand through his dark hair and shaking his head.

"Seriously," he emphasized, "I am tired of it," he confessed, his voice softening.

Cillian sat silently, contemplating his son's words. He couldn't deny that his marriage was troubled, and it weighed heavily on his shoulders. "Look, I promise to do my best to improve our situation," he assured Max, hoping to alleviate his fears. "And we'll try to figure things out," he added, extending his hand to offer comfort. "But, there comes a point where, what is broken, cannot be fixed and you might need to accept this," he admitted, his voice quivering slightly.

"What makes you say that?" Max asked, his voice wavering with emotion.

"Well, Max, sometimes, people drift apart and lose touch with each other; the connection disappears," Cillian replied. "We've been having problems for quite some time now," he confessed, averting his gaze. "But, like I said, this shouldn't affect you and I am sorry if it has," he apologized sincerely, squeezing Max's shoulder affectionately just before Max excused himself to visit the bathroom.

The situation had become too confronting for him and Max needed to retreat for a moment to gather his thoughts.

When Max walked down the shallow hallway however, he noticed something strange.

There was a faint smell lingering in the air, coming from his father's bedroom, the door of which stood open slightly. It was a smell that reminded him of you, your perfume mixed with a trace of the distinct scent of your exertion during sex .

Not thinking much about it however, he pushed the thought from his mind and headed to the bathroom, sighing deeply as he closed the door behind him.

There was something odd about the way his father had been acting lately, but he couldn't place his finger on it. He just hoped that whatever was going on, it had nothing to do with his mother whom he knew was struggling of late.

To be continued...

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ganseybois · 15 days

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HAPPY FRIDAY, LOVE! CAN I SEND YOU A PROMPT? :D

Buck/Tommy -- the (4th?) date moment where Buck (maybe accidentally) lets it slip to Tommy that he's really kinda obsessed with the cleft chin (and what happens after).

GIVE ME GRACE I RARELY WRITE IN BUCK'S POV .. eep

Tommy is talking about something, but in all honesty, Buck isn't paying attention.

It's not his fault, it's really, really not. He's just a man, after all. He can't help it.

Tommy is just...so fucking cute.

He's hot, too, holy hell, is he hot. From how he can easily pick Buck up against the wall when they're kissing heavily, to when he manhandles Buck on the couch as they rearrange themselves to make out (there's been a lot of that lately, now that Buck has been feeling a little braver about asking for more), but Tommy is also cute. Buck has noticed how gentle he is with him, how careful, how much he doesn't push, always waits on Buck.

But what Buck thinks is the cutest is his cleft chin. And that's what he's staring at when Tommy sighs in exasperation.

"That's it," he sighs, shaking his head as he leans back in his seat. "What is it? Do I have something in my teeth?"

"W-what?" Buck asked, a dopey smile over his features.

"You're staring, and not in the usual way that I like. You look like you want to laugh."

"Laugh, oh...no, Tommy, no." But Buck does chuckle, and then clears his throat. "Sorry, no. I was just staring cause uh...it's kind of embarrassing."

Tommy gives him that look - the one he gives Buck when he's saying a million different things instead of the one thing he wants to say. "So...I do have something in my teeth?"

"No, embarrassing for me." Buck leans forward a little, and Tommy follows. "I'm uh, kind of obsessed with your chin."

"My--what?" Tommy asks, eyebrows raised.

"I know, I know, every time we go on a date you find out something new and ridiculous about me. It's just...I don't know, really cute. On you, specifically. I, uh..." he brings a hand up tentatively, and grabs Tommy's chin, pressing his thumb right in the middle as his index finger hooks it from behind. "Kinda am always thinking about doing that."

Tommy smiles - it's very large, very bright, Buck likes that a lot as well. He can't remember the last time someone he was dating looked at him like that.

"Or..." Buck's own smile gets wider. "Kissing it. Is-is that weird?"

Tommy grabs Buck's hand but only so he can kiss it. "No. You're not weird or ridiculous, Evan. In fact, you're stupidly adorable."

"Oh yeah?" he tilts his head. "I'm glad that my ridiculousness is working out for me then."

Tommy chuckles affectionately, kissing his hand again, before letting go. Buck takes a moment to squeeze his chin playfully with a loud laugh as Tommy lets him with an equally lighthearted roll of his eyes.

"Anything else you're always thinking about doing, Evan?" Tommy asks, taking a sip of his beer, smiling over it.

Not for the first time, Buck is stunned by the fact that Tommy is so smooth - he doesn't remember ever being someone who fumbles on dates. But now he is (and he doesn't mind it one bit).

"Uh, sure. Yeah. Plenty." he breathes.

"So, wanna get out of here then?" he asks, already getting up and leaving his money in the chequebook on the table.

"Definitely. Yes, definitely." He pushes away from the table without grace, noisy and nervous - the good kind, always the good kind lately. As he stands up, Tommy gets in his bubble, a hand on his waist as he kisses Buck's cheek with a smile.

Buck grabs Tommy by his chin, and right there in the restaurant, with his thumb tucked into the middle, he leans forward and kisses him, right on the lips.

#buck x tommy #bucktommy #prompt #ask #911 prompt

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onmyyan · 1 year

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Hi I just wanted to make a request to ask if you could make a Drabble to ask if you could make a gabe x reader as you when you talked about caspians family you mentioned how gabe is compared to his brother caspian or possibly someone else I would like to know more about him in general and about what would he do with a clay maker s/o who secretly knows about the family business and is an insomniac and also likes to sleep a lot but tries to do the most that they can and won’t fall for the manipulation tactics he uses and just says “ you know if you wanted me to stay home you could’ve just said so?🤨

sorry if your burnt out also have as much fun as you can as a 22 year old !!! You don’t have an obligation to answer this but thank you.

A/N: Ello bby i am soooo happy you asked about Gabe omfg im kicking my feet rn!!! I tried to check all the boxes of the request i apologize if i missed any, Also I'm not burnt out thank you for your sweet words i wanna give u a forehead kith anyway!!!! Heres Gabe! NOT EDITED

T/W: YANDERE, MURDER, GABE IS FUCKIN CRAZY LMAO,CURSING

Gabrielllll Mi Amor omg where do I even begin?!

Standing at a proud 6'4 this mf is big. He's the strongest of his brothers physically, and has always used it to his advantage.

Early on in his life he was being compared to Caspian. They looked so alike it wasn't hard to see why people brought it up the way they did but it still bugged him.

Subconsciously he began to act anyway his brother wasn't. Be it avoiding the kitchen like the plague or gluing himself to the workshop downstairs.

Has a voice like warm butter and can sing stupidly well.

Sings/hums little tunes whenever he's working.

Love languages are acts of service and gift giving, he just wants to take care of you.

Terrified of spiders, he will call you crying to come get it.

Loves tinkering with things, surprisingly delicate hands for such a rough guy.

He laughs with his whole body, the kinda loud boisterous one that made other people start.

Snorts when he finds something especially funny.

He has a hard time reading social cues so he's constantly making dumb jokes, especially when he's not supposed to but he's so funny it's hard to stay mad at him.

Charm up the wazoo, the kinda guy where no matter where he goes, someone's coming up to say hello to him.

He's really good at pattern recognition and it makes him come off a bit psychic at times

Like how he'd clock someone's bad mood the second he seen them, notices details most people wouldn't.

Himbo.

The kinda guy where if you accidentally burn yourself he'll do it too just so you could be in equal amounts of pain, is it dumb as hell? Yeah. Is it also the sweetest thing ever? Absolutely.

Wants the kind of love Mortica and Gomez have, unfiltered raw passion.

Morbid sense of humor.

He's always warm no matter the temperature, comes in mad handy during the colder months and means he wears the smallest amount of clothing when it's hot out which is just a win for everyone.

Scorpio male I repeat Scorpio male. Do with that what you will.

Believes in love at first sight, he's such a big softie.

Had his tongue pierced in his friend's dingy kitchen when he was 18, a secret to this day his mom doesn't know about it.

His canines are a little longer than most and he absolutely had a vampire phase.

Likes to bite. A lot. It's a love language.

He confides in Caspian for everything, expect his envy of him. For that he talks to Ricky.

He can knock someone out with his right hook and has many times before.

He grew up working for his dad's approval and that meant getting his hands dirty.

At first his was a bit weary of using his strength to hurt people but that all changed when his Father put things in perspective for him.

"Everything we do- it's to keep food on our table, to keep us safe- your mother safe." And it all clicked.

Violence for the sake of violence wasn't okay. But violence for the sake of love? That shit was poetic.

He's essentially the family's guard dog. If anyone fucked with them? You told Gabe and suddenly the problem was gone.

He loves the color red, specifically the shade of red that came outta' the first guy his Father sent him after.

He was just supposed to rough him up a little but had too much fun caving in the dude's face.

Thinks killing in the name of love is the most caring thing you can do for someone.

Lil bit of a masochist streak. Likes when he gets to fight someone who can actually keep up with him cuz that little jolt he gets down his spine when he gets hit is addicting.

Animals love him, like you got a cat that hates everyone? Loves him.

Likes preening himself, takes about an hour in the shower everyday, since he dyes his hair so often he takes extra special care of it.

He has a beauty routine and he never skips it, definitely sets up self care spa days with the two of you once you're together.

Really good at videogames, like don't let him goad you into any sort of bet around gaming bec you will lose.

He's the second oldest but carries a lot of the weight of the older brother title since Cas wants nothing to do with the family business

Loves taking things apart to see how they work then putting them back together. He's done this to his PC a lot.

Really such a sweetheart but he has a dark side that feels a lot like a caged animal.

He's not afraid to show you this side because he's proud of it, it's kept him and his kin safe time and time again, why wouldn't he want you to know he'd do anything for you?

Does not like large public spaces, he needs to have a clear way in and out of any area.

Has mad anxiety, takes meds for it.

Works out every day, his favorite way to do so is jogging, he loves being able to just turn off his brain and go.

He meets you on one of those jogs!! Runs right past your art studio but stops when he sees you about to drop this heavy ass box you're attempting to move in a truck.

"Woah- I got you don't worry." He said in an attempt not to scare you as he was some random man running at you from across the street.

You'd peak your head out with the sweetest smile he's ever seen. The honest gratefulness in your eyes warmed him to his core.

"Oh thank you!- I appreciate it." Sure the words were simple but paired with that sheepish little laugh brought heat to his cheeks, he had the sudden to urge to fix his hair, make sure he looked presentable because holy shit were you gorgeous.

You're in a dust covered pair of overalls, your hair is windswept, and you still knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Whatcha' got in there?-god sorry if it's personal you don't need to, I'm sorry." He was very obviously flustered but he was so cute it only added to the charm.

"It's some clay my friend asked for- I had some extra from this project I'm working on- anyway thank you so much.." She trailed off waiting for his name. "Gabriel, you can call me Gabe." His voice was deep and warm like molasses on a hot cookie.

He asks for your number then and there and your fate is sealed.

He runs home faster than he's ever run before, like straight to his apartment, straight to the laptop, doesn't even close the front door kinda rushing.

You only gave him your first name but since he knew you most likely worked at the pottery studio he met you outside of he could find what he needed easily.

He wasn't the most technology savvy man out there but he managed to find a few of your socials and made a quick call to a friend, he has a lot of connections and it was nothing to get the info he needed.

He's a straight shooter and texts you asking for a coffee date that night.

You accept, and despite not usually entertaining men you'd only met that day, he had this captivating energy that had you accepting before you could talk yourself out of it.

The date would be dummy cute, he shows up with flowers and what was supposed to be a quick cup of coffee turns into an all day adventure where you just talked and talked about everything and nothing.

He has you laughing the entire date, blushing from the sheer intensity of his gaze. He was blunt in the way where he said whatever was on his mind.

"I'm sorry- Ima be real I didn't catch a word you just said- the sun hit your face and I had to take a second. Holy shit- you're stunning." His genuine disbelief along with the way he shyly inched his hand to interlock your fingers had your heart skipping a few beats.

He's so into love and the idea of being entirely wrapped up in it.

Before you know it it's getting dark and if he's not walking you to your door he's politely demanding you let him know when you're safe and sound.

The kinda person who makes sure your seatbelt is on or if you're walking on the sidewalk he'll always take the street side just in case.

Would jump out of his coat if you gave the slightest inclination you were cold.

He once balled up his hoodie and threw it at you from across the room like a basketball, like he jumped and dunked.

If you wear fake lashes first time you take em off he the type of dude to be terrified thinking you're just yanking out your real one's.

If he has stuff in his hands and you jump at him he will launch the items if it means catching you better.

Definitely the type to randomly come up to you and silently demand affection.

He wants you to go with him to the gym just to see him be hot. N like maybe give him a reward kiss every time he completes a set.

Surprisingly graceful for such a big dude.

He's an all or nothing type, makes that abundantly clear on the phone one night as he'd gotten in the habit of falling asleep to your voice.

"I want you. Entirely. And I've never been good at denying myself." He'd sound so sure, so certain in his words it made your brain go a bit fuzzy.

Possessive in a hot way not an icky controlling way.

Like if someone hits on you in front of him he has to physically distract himself so he doesn't commit a crime in broad daylight.

Instead whenever his jealously is triggered he becomes a koala, latches himself to your back like a demon, his massive form hovering behind you whenever you went.

"My girl can dress however she wants. I can fight."

Does not tolerate any disrespect towards you or your relationship.

Some girl tried to grind on him at the club and he threw his drink at her.

Petty as HELL when mad, he has a shit list and you do not want to be on it.

Protective as hell, if you indulge his little tendencies (putting sunblock on you if it's warm out, always bringing extra snacks incase you get hungry when you're working) he will start talking about marriage lmao

Speaking of he loves to linger around your studio whenever he can, be warned he will distract you by being adorable so working will be hard but it's totally worth it.

Nicknames for you are : Baby girl, Ma', WIFEY,(almost always followed by a kiss) Darlin', Mi Amor.

He's struggled with insomnia before so he knows a thing or two.

Once you start sleeping over more he notices your nocturnal habits and quickly adjusts.

If you ever get up because you just can't sleep and need to get some energy out he always wakes up.

He can't sleep without you so if you're gone longer than a minute sirens go off in his mind and he's wide awake.

If you wanna watch TV until you can finally rest you know he's right there with you, likes to have you resting in his lap so he can wrap himself around you entirely.

If you simply want to exist in silence he can do that to, so long as he's with you he knows peace.

It wouldn't take long for you to realize his family's secret.

Gabe can keep a secret from anyone.

Except you.

Sometimes his Father would call for him at odd hours of the night, and he'd have to shoot out of bed with little explanation.

You'd wake up to the lightest pressure on your forehead as he kissed you goodbye.

"Shit- go back to sleep Baby, somethin' going down at the shop, they need me." He'd say this cradling your still half asleep face, gently thumbing over your cheeks before stealing another kiss.

He'd come back hours later, the sky still dark and he always showered and put his clothes in the washer before he came to lay back down.

After a while these constant exits would have you a little worried, while yes he was the single most loyal man you'd met and the idea of him cheating seemed laughable, especially considering how seriously he took you, you knew he was hiding something.

Eventually our boy slips up and leaves some blood on his shirt, it was splattered on like paint and yeah at first you were a bit terrified at the concept of your boyfriend being violent then you really started to think about it.

The way he talked about people he didn't like, that look in his eye whenever you told him someone had upset you, how he seemed almost eager to fight at any time.

It made sense.

Then there's the way he talks about his family's shop.

"It's kinda' fun working down there- yeah it can get messy but that's my favorite part."

"I mean Jimmy knew what kinda' businessman pops is- no wonder he die- retired. No wonder he uh, retired. 👀"

It's embarrassing how slick he thinks he is.

It all comes to its boiling point when one day you two are out and bump into a smaller, who at the sight of your loving boyfriend, goes pale as a sheet, nearly dropping the bags in his arm.

"H-Hey Gabe! Boy it's been a minute huh? Listen tell your pops I ain't ducking him or nothing I swear!-" The man said practically vibrating in place, sweat pooling down his flustered face. He was petrified.

Gabe cut him off with a look, his eyes glancing between you and the vermin across him.

"It's Gabriel. Only my friends get to call me Gabe. Do you think we're friends Joey?" You'd never heard this tone from your boyfriend before, it was cold and dry, as if was an entirely different person speaking.

His hold on your waist would tighten when the trembling man looked to you.

"Aye don't look at her look at me, I'm the one talking to you right?." He sneered down, he didn't move and still had the stranger flinching. "Your mama never taught you manners or somethin'?"

"My apologies- really Gabriel, I didn't mean nothin' by it." And with that he'd practically run away, checking over his shoulder every few seconds as if he though Gabe would be following.

"Forgive me, Amor. Some people-" he sucked his teeth before shaking off his nasty look. His fingers began dancing against your side.

"He owe your dad some money?" You'd ask figuring the interaction far too intense to be about a late car job or something.

Gabe would respond honestly before thinking, "Yeah, little bastard has been dodging me all week now he wants to come up to us- nevermind that, let's go were gonna miss the movie!" His flustered response would break all tension, but you'd gotten all the confirmation you needed.

All in all this big bad bastard just needs someone to hold his leash and accept his particular brand of love.

#yandere #yananswers #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc gabe #yandere oc x reader #gabriel delmont #gabe delmont x reader #gabe x reader

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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Mother

Hugs

Jason still remembers every single goddamn cookie recipe Alfred ever let him help him with back in the day, but somehow not a one of them has ever tasted the same way as they do when he's sneaking them out of that stupidly fancy old cookie jar or off a cooling rack on one of Alfred's immaculate kitchen counters. Not even close.

Jason really wants one of those cookies right now. And also Alfred. And also . . .

And also he wants to be fifteen and afraid of absolutely nothing, with Bruce's pack bite on his neck and Robin's cape around his shoulders and the certainty of having a place, of being something, being someone, being . . .

Belonging.

Like he thinks he has the fucking right to, or something.

He texts the group chat.

i am the stupidest motherfucker alive or dead, he says.

fuck u zomboy thats my crown and i will fight u for it, Roy says.

are you well, loveliest? Kori asks, and thoughtfully includes a shot of her tits, which are as irritatingly resplendent as ever. Especially because her come is currently smeared all over them, but Jason's just gonna have to process that particular image a little bit later, when he's not having a weird emotional crisis in the manor driveway over fucking cookies.

Though he saves the pic to come back to for said "later", obviously. He's having a crisis, yeah, but he's not an idiot.

i want a cookie, he says.

. . . like in a sexy way or in an emotional regression way?? Roy says.

i fucking hate your new therapist

regression it is, ok!! well u gotta be in gotham by now, right, go see ur man alfie and ask him for the hook-up

go to hell and burn there

Roy sends him a dick pic in response, probably so Kori won't wonder why they aren't being as porny as usual and start to emulate them. Jason grudgingly saves it for later too and also fucking hates him.

we can provide you with all the emotional regression cookies you wish, loveliest, Kori says, including a very nice shot of her half-blown knot that makes Jason's traitor of a mouth water. He glazes over briefly and really hopes Babs isn't creeping on the cell phone towers yet tonight. He's almost sure that wasn't actually meant to be a come-on, but . . . we would be most grateful to tend to your desires!

Never mind. Definitely a come-on.

. . . almost definitely.

It is Kory.

#jason todd #roy harper #koriand'r #joyfire #red hood and the outlaws #batfamily #omegaverse #not sfw #rinfic #anonymous #wip: jason goes home

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cosmal · 2 years

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congrats on 500 lovie!!

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❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

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A good punch | James Potter

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ECLIPSE — send me a prompt and a character from any of these lists and i’ll write a blurb/drabble for you!

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this is for all you james potter rugby player sluts. i know you’re out there!

summary :: james potter helps you punch scare off a creep.

warnings/tags :: not beta’d, fem!reader, blood, punching!!, mean pervy stranger

You didn’t know James Potter all that well. He was in the year above you at school; by default, acquaintances with your brother. But, you knew for sure he didn’t know you. Because, as sweet as he seemed, he was still James bloody Potter. Charming and intelligent. Willing to go along with anything.

Well, you’d hoped it was anything.

Half the men at bars were were one of the downsides of going out. Most women could test to that. So, when one of those down-sided men won’t leave you alone, even after three relentless attempts of trying to gently let him down, you do what any smart person would do. What every person is taught to do in these types of situations.

Find a friendly face.

That face just so happens to be James Potter. And in this moment you’re more grateful than you’ll ever be that you decided to let your friends drag you along to the grand final after party. Despite the fact that they had all ditched you for their partners. But, who better to choose than the star of the night?

You walk over to him, the pervy man hot on your heels and you hook your arm through his. He’s startled momentarily, almost spilling his beer all over you and you don’t have enough time to whisper any explanation.

“Hey, babe!” You smile crookedly, squeezing him close into your side. “This is my boyfriend. And he can throw a good punch.”

You try to stand your ground, a little anxious, but then James stands tall, shoulders firm when he throws an arm around you and you feel less nervous. Quick to act, you think.

James, too sad to see such a pretty girl upset, puts on a good act. “Yeah, mate. I’d suggest you piss off.”

You notice the guy doesn’t even falter. Standing taller, “There’s no way James Potter is your boyfriend! I’m sorry darlin’ but he wouldn’t settle for you.” He laughs, a pitiful, wretched noise that has your eye’s flittering in an attempt not to frown.

James, very much incensed, let’s go of your shoulders and stands in between the both of you. His frame blocks your view and you stand with your eyes trained on his back. He has a lovely back, you think. Poor taste?

“Who the fuck are you?.” James raises his voice slightly, now easier to hear over the thumping of some shit DJ music.

“Sorry, mate. But, that is not your girlfriend. She’s a three at best; you’re at least a nine.”

You snort. Not only five minutes ago had he been trying to take you home.

Then, James’s back is flexing under his white shirt and he’s landing his firm fist against the creeps’ cheek. You gasp, stumbling backwards slightly, very startled. But, you think you’re not that surprised. You’d seen him punch before.

You don’t have time to even think about what has happened, before the other is swinging back to punch James in his face. He barely moves an inch and his snaps his head back, grinning stupidly when blood starts to pour from his nose and into his teeth. Fuck.

“Mate, if you wanted to suck my cock instead, you should’ve started with that.” James fucking Potter, ever the rugby player.

Before you know it, the three of you are being thrown out of the pub and onto the cold streets of London. The creep scrambles off around the corner and you turn to James, placing your hands to his upper-arms.

“Shit, I am so sorry. I didn’t know he was that stupid.” You frown, squeezing his arms that are flexing under your grip. There’s drops of blood seeping into his shirt and you grimace.

“It’s okay.” He laughs, wincing under the twitching of his nose. “He was a prick, he deserved that.”

“Well, I didn’t expect you to have to punch him.”

James guffaws, “This is my boyfriend. And he can throw a good punch.” He repeats your words from earlier, imitation very poor.

You poke him gently in the chest and he rocks backwards on the balls of his feet, grinning stupidly,“Yeah, well I thought he’d run away! I know I would’ve.”

“You did run away. Ran right into me, actually.” You want to wipe the smug smile off his face.

“I don’t know, you protected me pretty well.” You fake swoon, smiling until the apples of your cheeks crease.

“Knight in shining armour!” He places a hand to his chest and bows forwards theatrically.

You laugh, very much pleased, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“She thinks I’m cute!” He yells and you’d forgotten where you were standing up until then.

“She is regretting walking up to him in a time of need.”

Another rivulet of blood runs down his cupid’s bow, a smudge of red across his cheek. You can tell it hurts every time he speaks.

You reach down into your bag, ruffling through chapsticks and coins until you find your tissues. You pull one out and raise it to his face.

He’s giggling, very much happy with the situation he’s landed himself in, even though his nose is throbbing.

You miss his nose when he lowers his head to look at you, entranced at the shining of your lipgloss, “Keep still, this might sting a little.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He laughs and then flinches when you press the tissue to his nose, doing your best at gently wiping the darkening blood. While you’re still prodding, wincing every time he does, he wraps his large hand around the crook of your elbow. He looks like he could throw you around. You feel like you’d let him.

“You okay?” He asks and you stop your movements, suddenly remembering yourself when you lower your hand. There’s still a stain of red but it’s the best you can do.

“Yeah.” You smile.

“He didn’t hurt you or anything did he?” He can obviously sense your upset. Even though you’d been laughing at his antics. You shiver, hating being read for filth.

“No! No he- He was just really creepy.” You put him to ease.

He nods.

“I just feel kinda bad that I got you punched in the face.”

James squeezes your arm reassuringly, “It’s totally fine. Nothing I can’t manage.”

You roll your eyes.

“Besides!” He claps, “I got to meet you and that definitely makes it all worth it.”

You can’t help the creeping blush. You feel like a schoolgirl. “I guess it wasn’t too bad.”

“Too bad?” He faux gasps, his hand back on his dirtied shirt, “I’d say it was amazing!”

You look to the ground, stare at your shoelaces for a little too long and then look back up at him. Your cheeks ache from smiling. “Yeah, pretty amazing.”

When James gets to see you smile like that, he thinks he’d take a hundred bloody noses if it meant he could see it every day.

#james potter #james potter headcanon #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x reader #james potter drabbles #james potter imagine #james potter drabble #james potter fan fic

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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am i guessing a yeri in nipple clamps smut in the future?

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 9: Critical Clamps

Male Reader x Kim Yerim

Length: 2916 words

Tags: tits play, nipple play, nipple clamps, rough sex, hardcore, not boring, exhibitionism kink, thigh riding, forced orgasm, against the wall, standing sex, slapping kink, tits slap, hook-up

TW: SLAPS and harsh nipple play

Inspiration: this old-ass ask and ofc, those legendary Yeri pics

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. Thank you, as always!

(A/N: AFTER AGES, Spaceship: Horizon has returned. I hope you enjoy, if you still remember wtf this even is xD)

“Appointment in two minutes. Appointment in two minutes. Waking up is mandatory. Appointment in two minutes.”

In a seemingly endless cycle of monotony, Helper’s speaker blurts out the unequivocal message. Rhythmically flickering red lights bounce off of the bright walls amplify the importance and urgency of the words. Those words are also displayed on the screen which is pointed at you from Workers desk.

The panic-inducing cacophony of visual and auditory madness does not go past your eyes and ears. You see without realizing, hear without understanding, breathe without feeling alive. Everything around you spins, and then it stops, just to do it again the other way around. Of course it has been weird before, waking up in a spaceship, the guinea pig of alien overlords, but this is a different, significantly worse feeling. Vividly, the pictures still haunt you. Her words are more real than every repeated sentence by the machine that echoes menacingly. The same goes for her hands that grab your hips and for her knees that dig into your calves, but worst of all, she is still inside you. Her cock stretches you wide. It’s so painful that tears begin to run down your pale, numb features. Your hand runs down your back and you feel for it, the cock, the phallic monster that she speared you with.

It’s not there. It was never there. It was a dream.

Yet still, you feel utterly violated and the pain is gut wrenchingly real.

“The appointment is now. The appointment is now. Stand up, your guide is waiting outside.”

“Hey, there you are! How are you—oh fuck, you look terrible! Yah!”

Yena catches your fall. Her arms are surprisingly strong and she is able to place you down at one of the bright walls of the hallways in front of your cell. With hasty hand flaps, she fans air towards your face as you continue to sink closer to the floor without showing any signs of being fine.

“Please, hey! Talk to me. What happened? What did they do to you?”

Judging from Yena’s reaction—her scared and angry eyes, as well as the heavy shaking on your shoulders speak volumes—you have to look terrible. Well, it is only a reflection of how you feel, distraught, almost lifeless. You look at Yena and try to send her a signal, something like ‘I’m fine’, but there is barely any strength in you.

“Come on! Your heart is still beating, act like it. Please, you’re still here, right?”

“Y-yeah… maybe,” you respond dryly. Yena takes a deep breath, then another. She is probably trying to control her overheating emotions and use the energy to get you back up. A grab at the hem of your work attire and she pulls upwards.

You don’t resist, no, you assist. Press the palm of your hands on the ground, feel the smooth, stupidly clean texture of it. Angle your feet, feel the soft, still-fresh soles of it. Tense all your muscles, feel the rush of being alive. Your bottom might still hurt, the violation very real in your head, but they will not break you like this.

It’s a short fight, a small victory, but oh-so-important. Next to the shorter Yena, you wobble towards the elevator, while her hand at your back guides you in a different sense now.

“I don’t know what happened,” Yena says after entering the hissing doors of the elevator, “but your Worker must be cruel if it left you like this.”

“Ts, this fucker wasn’t even there after… this shit. The Helper had to wake me up.”

“Huh? Maybe it has begun then.”

Yena’s mumble is barely above a whisper. You turn towards her, but she interrupts your train of thoughts:

“Seems like things are set regardless.”

“Yes, but what—”

An index finger on your lips.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain it later. For now, just do your job.

“It, this will be over soon, I promise.”

Boring and dull. This is what your life has come to. Working nine-to-five, sleeping eight hours, having everything you need to live a secure life. Most people would consider it good. Compared to the average human on planet Earth, you probably even live in luxury. It leaves you empty however. You crave for more action, excitement, anything to look forward to.

To counter your lethargic state, you downloaded a couple of apps and visited multiple sites that claim to make hook-ups easy. Some of them are, of course, scams, totally fake, but one of them caught your interest—until you realized how vanilla most women are on there.

Everything is already boring, I don’t need my sex life to be the same, you sigh to yourself while reading profile after profile. At least most of them look attractive and the app seems legit. It’s still not enough however. You need this spark, this burning desire, this passion in your heart again that makes you feel alive again—

Name: Yeri

Age: 23 years

Description: AM I NOT INTERESTING?

There it is. You can’t remember how long you have waited for this moment. Your pupils widen to take in more of the photos before you. She looks bored, annoyed, dismissive, while her body is barely covered at all. A white wool top, short and thin, leaves almost nothing to the imagination when it comes to size and shape of her breasts. Black shorts further below fail to cover anything of her smooth looking legs, and the midriff in between is deadly. Toned and spotless, like the rest of her skin.

Before you read the rest of her description, your eyes scan her features again, thoroughly this time. Especially her full, light pink lips strengthen your arousal, as you imagine how she can use them. The shape of her jaw is another perfectly fitting piece to her visual and those damned orbs bring you down to the text she wrote.

I swear, if you treat me or my nipples nicely, I’m gonna leave you blue-balled and reveal your sorry ass messages to everyone you know. I can’t fucking stand slow and calm, hell, if you like doing that, don’t penetrate me. It’s totally overrated anyways, just take my nipples and twist them until I collapse, fuck.

I’m allergic to losers, so don’t be boring in your first message.

You want to take this advice to heart, you really do. However, it is too late. Nothing will stop you from getting this woman to your house. Even if she doesn’t exist, goddammit, you will create her out of thin air. Before you lose your mind, you slide into her DMs with something that should surely show, if this Yeri is the real deal.

I swear, if you don’t wear fucking nipple clamps when you walk into my apartment, I’m gonna leave you unruined and reveal your sorry ass profile to your parents, fuck.

Ten seconds pass. It might as well be ten minutes. One minute passes. It might as well been one hour. Eighty-nine seconds pass. It might as well be an entire lifetime. Then, finally, Yeri responds, quick and bluntly.

Send your address. Now.

You stand in the frame of your open door. The long hallway towards the elevators is void of life, but that does not mean that it will stay this way. Soon, Yeri will walk down to your apartment, and if she is bold enough to wear her exposed clamps, surely someone will spot her. There are just too many neighbors traversing these corridors.

The metal doors open for the twenty-second time since you started your surveillance. Once again, it’s one of your many, many neighbors you have no clue about. Is he the one with the loud dog? The F1 fan? Maybe the one that fights with his wife from Tuesday to Friday, but you don’t know.

Before the old guy disappears in his entry, the second elevator arrives. Number twenty-three, highly likely to be another disappointment, yet your heart rate jolts upwards—

—rightfully so. Sliding doors reveal Yeri, same black hair and make-up as in the photos, just that her shorts are blue this time and similarly bad at hiding her physically fit body. Her posture is stiffer, shoulders seem half an inch broader, but that could be the distance; but all of these new realizations come second to the most important one:

Yeri’s chest is bare, her stiff nipples are clamped up and connected by a metal chain. Her sizable breasts bounce up and down, making the chain jiggle with each step she takes through the wooden hallway. Astonishingly, she seems completely unfazed, as there is no flush on her pale features. Each of her confident steps make her hips sway mesmerizingly.

Leave the door ajar and sneak behind it. Blood reaches in every corner of your body, heating it up like an old engine finally able to run again. Your mind goes haywire in this process, at one second filled to the brim with fantasies and how to act them out, in the next it’s completely empty. You expected time to pass slower, but Yeri is already at the door, her calm breath only a foot away.

“I know you’re there,” she says, slyly, sultrily, “Just come and take me.”

In a carnal instinct, your senses reach their highest high imaginable, and as your rationale and thoughts fade away, you burst through the door. You greet Yeri in an absolutely inexcusable, rude manner that will remove any of her possible doubts about coming here in a single motion:

Hand wrapped around her chain, you yank her inside and onto a nearby wall. The impact of her bare back does not leave the beige wallpaper undamaged. Good. If this gives you new motivation in life, you might just renovate the entire room, but first, you need to tear down something else: Yeri’s shorts.

“Nothing underneath?”

A rhetorical question, of course. No panties pool on the floor, so she definitely expects some action between her legs as well. Your entire focus however is on her tits, with swollen nipples in between tightly pressing pieces of metal. As you missed her first reaction to a pull, you tug again, this time upwards.

Yeri shrieks and cries out, her eyes wide and teary. The middle links of the chain rest against her chin. If she lets her lower jaw sink down any further, she can actually take the chain into her mouth. To evoke this fabulous visual, you give the exposed underboob a harsh, first slap.

“Ouh, fuck. Hng!”

“Shit, this looks good on you,” you hiss, high on seeing Yeri pull her own nipples up with her mouth, “Be careful, don’t drop it.”

Through her nose, Yeri breathes heavily. Her eyes are now almost fully closed, through the tears she probably can’t see you properly. A new level of roughness, however, forces the lids open again.

With both of your hands free now, you pull the small woman away from the wall to have her stand in the middle of the room, easily accessible from all sides. And from all sides, you start to cover her pale body in red with sets of slaps. Yeri is covered in red handprints from neck to thighs.

She winces and her legs begin to flutter, then stagger, but she stands through the mixture of pain and pleasure. Of course, her nipples are still clamped, but you can clearly see her begging eyes. It is evident that she wants those hands mauling her ass cheeks to go berserk on her tits.

Out of nowhere, one hand distractingly on her hip, a slap lands on and ripples through Yeri’s right tit. Instantaneously, she screams. Her legs start to give out and she drops the chain from her gaping, still-shrieking mouth. Unable to catch both her frame and the chain, you settle on her body and harshly pin it back to the wall.

Yeri’s knees have become mushy, so you place your knees beneath her soaked, uncovered pussy and have her sit on your thigh. Your jeans hit her clit and she immediately tenses up. Trying to stand on her own, she grasps for the wall. The tearing of your wallpaper continues. It gets worse when you pull on the chain again.

“Did you ever cum while riding someone's knee?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Time to change this.”

“Wha—ah, fucking shit!”

You grope Yeri’s breast, then pull at both of her nipples. She screams once more and you push your legs just a little further, so she has to tiptoe away from the stimulation of your thigh. It is in vain, as one slap is enough: Yeri shrieks, her legs give out and she grinds on the denim. An added rub on her swollen clit, and the girl throws her head back. Warm juices start to soak your pants. You grin in victory, and repeat your plan without giving the mindlessly shivering woman a minute to recover.

Yeri is intoxicating: her features every time you do something new to her breasts, her body whenever you make it melt or turn its remarkable form red, her cunt as it unloads again and again without failing. You could do this forever, grope every inch of her skin, keep her three nubs hard and aroused, watch her gorgeous face be that of a silly painslut.

Yet this primal instinct urges you to finally release yourself. The greed for your own orgasm takes over and so you rid yourself of jeans that are thoroughly covered in girl cum. You glance at Yeri to see if she realizes what is about to happen to her, but the way her tongue sticks out she is still in orgasmic delirium. Remove her clamps and she jumps back quickly.

“F-fuck, that was good,” she says in her haze, arms hanging lazily to her sides.

“It’s not over yet. I haven’t finished.”

You lift one of her legs over your shoulder and bury your cock into her pussy. New sounds leave both of your lips, a surprised grunt from Yeri and a desperate groan from you. The two of you know that this will not last long, so it becomes a formality. A very pleasurable formality, where you savor how silky smooth the red velvety walls of Yeri’s fuckhole are. It has amazing heat and when you suck and twist her nipples, she tightens tremendously.

Soon, you feel like exploding. Yeri feels it too and gets off of your cock. It feels almost natural how she falls to her knees and immediately warms your length again with her mouth. A couple of bops of her small head and you announce the finale of this meetup.

“On… on your tits, Yeri, fuck, please.”

With a pop you are free from her tongue—

“Of course. You made them yours today.”

—and burst a lifetime of semen over her glorious, big chest. Globs of cum run over the red skin, surely sensitive, and you sink to the ground before her. In a last shot, you take into view what has finally made your life fun again.

“Damn, I have to say, you are amazing at this. Better than I imagined from your videos.”

“Thank you, I guess.”

This is getting awkward for you. Usually, less than a minute after the official scene is finished, Worker would show up, blindfold you and take you away. Exactly like earlier, Worker is nowhere to be seen and so you quietly sit next to a bare chested Yeri, who hasn’t bothered walking away or at least cleaning up her cum-glazed breasts. She is definitely not feeling the same awkwardness as you, maybe none at all.

“I kinda knew after watching the Mina video that you were good. I waited some time and after the Sakura video, I applied. It didn’t disappoint.”

“Ah, uhm, thanks again. Fuck, so everyone saw like… every single one of them or what?” You laugh, trying to hide the embarrassment that still persists. No matter how many pornos you will have to record for them, this embarrassment might never go away. A loud, confused looking Yeri interrupts your train of thought.

“Uhm, I think you kinda underestimate how popular and important you are. Like, literally everyone and everything on this ship knows you and has seen your cock.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?”

It feels stupid to ask a serious question with a big flush on your face, while Yeri’s boobs jiggle as she stands up and walks over to the unused bed.

“Haven’t you noticed? None of our supervisors, no Worker, not even a Helper, have come to take us back to our quarters. Isn’t that strange? At first they always monitor us, guide and control everything, but now they are late and we are free to do whatever we want.”

Yeri smirks and leans back. It’s now impossible for you to look into her eyes without seeing her erect nipples.

“I noticed, of course. I was working in other departments. A lot of people said that the Workers were behaving differently, more lenient, and very distracted. Maybe it’s a new policy or experiment—”

“And what if I told you,” Yeri interrupts you with a mysterious echo in her voice, “that it is something entirely different, something you have brought upon them?”

“Huh? What is it? Tell me, please!”

Yeri shakes her head and smiles cunningly.

“Ask Yena or… someone else. I want a second round. Now.”

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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“Ow!”

“Sh!”

“I will not sh, Pidge, you kicked me —”

Pidge kicks him again, then jerks her head to the side.

Hunk’s eyes go wide. “No way,” he whispers.

“Yes way,” Pidge whispers back, gleeful. Because they have been sitting in the common room for the past couple hours — her, Hunk, and dumbass pining loser 1 and 2 — and slowly, ever so slowly, Keith and Lance have been inching closer and closer together. So slowly it didn’t even look intentional.

But there they sit. Cuddling. Blissfully, stupidly unaware.

“Oh, I am a winning today,” Pidge mutters, turning on her camera. “This is excellent.”

“Well, if it goes somewhere, sure.”

“It is going to go somewhere. Look at Lance’s face.”

“…What about it?”

“Dude, he keeps glancing down at Keith and blushing! Watch!”

It takes a few minutes, but eventually it happens — Lance’s hands still from his holopad, ever so slightly. He sneaks the quickest glance at Keith, where he’s fully leaning with his back against Lance’s shoulder (smothering him, really, with his hair all over the place and completely relaxed into Lance), and cracks the tiniest of smiles, ears going red. Then he shakes his head minutely and goes back to whatever he’s doing on his holopad. (He’s been really into quintessential calculus lately, because he’s a massive nerd geek loser, so it’s probably that. Pidge is a nerd too, sure, but she doesn’t do math for fun. And so she automatically has three cool points more than Lance and thus is totally justified in calling him a dweeb at every and any opportunity.)

“Dude,” Hunk breathes, jaw dropped and expression totally incredulous.

“I know!”

They both stare in dumbfounded awe at their two friends, because honestly. It’s embarrassing, it what it is.

“Oh, hey, Lance.”

The speed at which Lance’s attention completely drops from his holopad to focus entirely on Keith is hilarious. Pidge and Hunk exchange a look and then look away immediately, lest they burst into hysterical laughter.

(She’s so glad she’s catching this on tape. She’s going to bribe Shiro into giving her less chores for the opportunity to watch this later. Hell yeah.)

Keith shifts so he’s sitting next to Lance, then — holy shit, Pidge can barely keep from yelling — lifts one arm to put around Lance’s shoulders and then grabs the book again, so he’s got his chest pressed to Lance’s back, chin hooked over his shoulder, arms encircling him with the book in front of them, pointing at something specific.

Pidge’s jaw drops. She looks at Hunk, who is watching with similar disbelief.

Lance looks like he’s going to combust. Keith is, like, totally oblivious, stars above.

“Listen to this,” Keith continues. “It’s this scene where the royal knight who’s in charge of the prince’s safety is being a reckless dumbass and the prince just, like, rips him a new asshole because he’s worried the knight is going to get himself killed. It’s from that Altean drama you found me. Remember?”

“I remember,” Lance squeaks, looking like he’s desperately trying to recall the yoga breaths Shiro taught them.

“Good, it’s from that. Listen.”

Keith shifts a little to make himself comfortable — poor Lance looks so red that Pidge is actually lowkey starting to feel bad for him (not really) — and then starts to recite.

“‘Listen to me, you bare-headed weevil. You cannot keep running straightforward into danger. I don’t care how much you think you’re protecting me — you’re scaring me. I worry every tick of every varga that you’re going to get yourself killed. Is that the protection you’re going to give me? Constant terror? You’re going to send me to an early grave! I care for you, you imbecile, and I also outrank you, so I order you at once to stop being a dumbass and think about yourself for one second!’”

Keith closes the book, moving again so he’s no longer — and Pidge cannot stress this enough — cradling Lance in his arms. (Like, for real, this time.)

“Made me think of you when we were first figuring out how to lead together. Heh.”

Lance looks just the right level of agonised, with a sprinkle of desperate and a pinch of hopelessly in love.

It’s great.

“Keith, that prince and knight are a couple. That book is about their secret relationship.”

Keith hums. “I know.”

Wait.

Hold on a goddamn second.

Pidge squints, carefully scrutinizing Keith’s expression. Is he — is he nervous?

“No fucking way,” she mutters. Hunk looks at her questioningly. Pidge stares back with wide eyes.

“I think he’s — I don’t think Keith’s being oblivious. I think he’s trying to ask Lance out, in Keith-speak!”

“Oh my God.”

“I know!”

Lance, still as red as his lion, visibly pulls himself together, doing that thing where he shoves down his emotions and pretends to be all suave and unbothered even though literally everyone on this ship knows he is quite possibly the most emotional person in the universe (and, last week, cried for twenty minutes because he felt bad that the team was using one training room more than the other. So.)

“I think you have to ask me on a date before you compare us to star-crossed-lovers,” he teases, going back to his calculus.

His hands shake. He is fooling nobody.

The nervousness vanishes from Keith’s expression as he steels himself, looking at Lance in narrow-eyed determination usually reserved for a particularly difficult training level.

Which, considering Lance’s middle name is practically ‘difficult’, makes a whole lot of sense.

“Okay,” Keith says simply, making Lance freeze. “Go on a date with me. Next time we’re free after a mission, I’ll take you out.”

“…Really?”

“Yes. I want to go on a date with you.”

Lance tucks his hands under his thighs. He starts rocking back on forth, tiny little motions — the kind of stims reserved for when he’s truly, incredibly excited.

Holy shit.

“I — um, okay. Yes. I will go on a date with you.”

Keith grins, so wide his eyes scrunch up. “Awesome.” He leans over and kisses Lance on the cheek, easily and casually, as if that’s something they do regularly.

(If it weren’t for the immediate and violent blush that overtakes Lance’s face, just as it was starting to fade from earlier, Pidge would believe that.)

“I gotta go make some preps. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Hngh,” Lance says, apparently no longer capable of speech. Keith strolls out of the room, cheerful and whistling.

The second Keith is out of earshot, Lance leans forward to peer down the hall, making sure he’s gone, then sits back on the couch, and — no word of a lie — starts giggling, pressing his hand to his cheek.

“I am going on a date,” he whispers to himself, pumping his fist. “I am going on a date with Keith!”

Hunk sniffles, making Lance jump.

“Hunk?” he asks, eyes wide and incredulous. “Pidge?”

Someone just clued in to their presence.

“When did you guys get here?”

“Been here since well before the cuddling started,” Pidge drawls, and is delighted to watch the dread visibly wash over Lance’s face.

“Uh. The whole time?”

Hunk wipes the tears from his face. “Through the storytime and everything,” he weeps.

Lance buries his head in his hands. “Oh, no.”

Pidge cackles, finally turning off her camera and shoving it down her pants to Lance can’t steal it and destroy her evidence.

“Oh, yes.”

———

in the same vague universe of these posts: 1 2 3 4

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Interview with Lydia Bower

Lydia Bower has written some true classic X-Files fics. Do yourself a favor and dig into her collection! She has 29 stories at Gossamer and 35 stories at AO3.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Actually, yes, it does. With AO3 becoming the premiere spot for fanfic (rightfully so, by the way) I assumed most of the newer fans were unaware of the Gossamer Archive and the few other sites still available for the older fics. So I was delighted to come back into the fandom and see folks reccing a lot of the classics.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

I remember how incredible it felt when I initially found people who got me, who were just as stupidly invested in this weird little TV show as I was. It was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. There were message boards and newsgroup lists and email lists; anything you wanted to talk about, you could find a place to do it. I loved the post-episode discussions and would spend hours at that. We had a week (or months) between episodes, so nothing went undissected. We were all very, um, focused. Yeah, focused is as good a word as any.

And then the fanfic started showing up. That was it for me; I was all in. I can still remember going first to Vincent’s archive and it was like achieving a state of nirvana. The heavens opened up, the birds began to sing, and all was right with the world.

What did I take away from it? More friendships and good memories than I can count. That’s something I’ll carry with me for the rest of my days. Oh, and the two best imaginary friends a person can have: Mulder and Scully. I carry them too, etched indelibly on my being.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

I was involved with all of it in the beginning. I bounced from newsgroups to mailing lists to message boards to web sites. Around the 5th or 6th season it got to be a bit much since I was also doing a lot of writing then, so I narrowed things down and got the majority of my fix from The Haven message board and the smaller Primal Screamers email group.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

As I said before, the friendships and the good times with fellow Philes. I also took away a better sense of who I am as a writer and how to use that to hone my skills. I learned how to look at media as a whole with a more critical and analytical eye and to dig beneath the surface of what I was consuming. I learned how to better express myself and maintain a cool head while in the midst of a fiery discussion. I became more confident of who I am and the worth of my opinions. I finished growing up, basically. Most of all, I learned how to just let go and enjoy being a fan of something so incredible that still connects with people almost 30 years later. That’s a legacy to be proud of.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I’ve always been drawn to the paranormal and the strange, and when I caught an ad for TXF, I made sure to tune in. The Pilot itself was enough to hook me. It was creepy and a little scary and the two leads were incredibly smart. It didn’t hurt that they were also good-looking and had smoking hot chemistry. Like the kind that jumps in through your eyeballs and settles into a low boil somewhere below the waist.

The final act of my undoing came with the episode Conduit. By the end of it I knew the show had a firm grip on my soul. Mulder captured my heart that night, too. He still has it. He’s one of a very small handful of characters I’ve encountered over the years that I just get, at a bone-deep level I can’t even begin to explain. I am him and he is me.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I’d been writing fanfic since the mid-80s but hit the proverbial wall that is writer’s block right around the time the show premiered. I wanted to write TXF fanfic from the start, but the muse wasn’t having it. She reappeared not long after The Field Where I Died first aired. I hopped around on the web a bit and found much wailing and gnashing of teeth on the shipper front. The muse decided we needed to give my fellow shippers something to make them feel better and give them a bit of hope. So I wrote Games. And the rest is history.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I reacquainted myself with it earlier this year after an extended absence. I walked away from the show and the fandom after my utter disappointment with the direction the show took after the 7th season. I just couldn’t choke down what TPTB were trying to feed me in S8, and completely tuned out of S9 (with the exception of the finale). I saw IWTB a couple years after it was released in theaters and watched the revival, too. Sadly, nothing I saw there made me want to dive back in. Then one night this past spring I was poking around for something to watch and caught Paper Hearts on a broadcast channel. That was all it took. That feeling I thought I’d lost came roaring back and I settled in for a complete S1-7 rewatch. I poked around looking for a spot to call home and came back to my safe place on Tumblr.

I’m neck-deep now, for however long that feeling lasts, and devoting a lot of my free time (again) to this weird little show about aliens and monsters and two people who love each other dearly. And I’m writing fanfic again - after another bout of writer’s block that lasted almost seven years.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

I got pretty deeply involved with the Game of Thrones fandom when the show began. I was already a fan of George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Fire and Ice book series and liked what I saw the first few years. I wrote several fanfics in the ASOIAF universe, and I’m still involved, but only from the perspective of a book fan. The show went too far off the rails toward the end of its run and killed my love for it.

Compared to TXF, I think it’s a much more segmented fandom. There are several small groups built around dozens of characters there, instead of what I see in TXF fanbase as a larger, more inclusive community. I think it’s safe to say we’re all here for Mulder & Scully in one respect or another. The other characters get their share of love too, but it’s the MSR that draws us in and helps keep us here. Other than that, fangirling is fangirling. You find your tribe and take it from there.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

Well, let’s start with Fox Mulder, with the why of it being what I tried to explain earlier. Dana Scully, because I want to be her when I grow up, but without all the emotional and physical damage she had to endure. I’m also a fan of Sandor Clegane from ASOIAF. Stu Redman from Stephen King’s The Stand. Kevin Garvey and Nora Durst from the HBO show The Leftovers. Olivia Dunham and the Bishops from Fringe. The Three Musketeers that make up the core group of the TV show Evil. I could go on, but I don’t want to bore you. Suffice to say I’m drawn to characters who are complex, damaged, and deeply flawed, but are trying their best to do the right thing and who are ultimately perfectly imperfect human beings.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

At present, every day. I’m very much back in over my head right now. If I’m not watching it, I’m writing about it, or talking about it. I don’t know how to obsess just a little bit when it comes to TXF and Moose and Squirrel.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

Absolutely! It’s almost overwhelming how much fanfic I have to catch up on, let alone the new fics being posted daily; and all that while trying to reread some of my old favorites on Gossamer and the other OG archives. I don’t have time to read fanfics in other fandoms right now. Maybe someday.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

How much room do you have for this? <g> Okay, in no particular order and no doubt forgetting some folks, I’ll read anything by these OG authors: Karen Rasch, Terma99, Nascent, Jill Selby, Madeleine Partous, Meredith, Kipler, MCA, Anne Haynes (Paula Graves), Penumbra (@mashnotesofthemythopoeic), Rachel Anton, Joyce McKibben, Tim Scott, Darwin_xf (@darwin-xf), Suzanne Schramm, Prufrock’s Love, Sue Barringer, Mustang Sally, Rivkat, Dianora, Plausible Deniability, A.I. Irving, Rachel Howard, MD1016, Punk Maneuverability (@seepunkrun), bugs, Dasha K (@dashakay), Khyber, Blackwood, and OneMillionAndNine.

As far as new to me authors (OG or not), these folks are also talented wordsmiths: leiascully (@leiascully), Aloysia_Virgata (@aloysiavirgata), audries, and lepusarcticus (@lepus-arcticus). I’m sure there are more great authors out there, but I haven’t had as much time as I’d like to dig into the newer stuff on AO3.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

TXF: Pass You By, Light Don’t Sleep, Red Letter Day, Primal Sympathy, In the Ruins, Dance Without Sleeping, and Incomplete. I’ll stop there but please understand that they’re all my babies and I love them equally. I’m also very fond of the Let Everything Happen to You series I recently completed.

ASOIAF: These Scars We Wear, The Calling, Beggar’s Banquet.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I’m doing both. I’ve written and posted 10 new fanfics since I came back into the fold and I’m working on another one right now. I also have a casefile WIP I’m struggling with that I began during the early part of S4 and set aside when the cancer arc reared its head.

I’m also in the process of bringing all my older stuff from Gossamer and my defunct website over to AO3. I think I still have 2 or 3 shorter pieces still to be moved and one post-Fight the Future fic I wrote that’s lost somewhere on the net. If anyone has a copy of my fanfic titled Shift laying around, please give me a holler! [Lilydale note: Fic found! I had a copy and sent it to Lydia.]

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

See above!

Where do you get ideas for stories?

From the ether. Seriously. Something, whether it be a line of dialogue, a question, an image, or a scene, will just pop into my head and demand my time. I’ve written 6,000-word fanfics just to slip in a single line. I don’t know how the muse works or why; I’m just along for the ride.

What's the story behind your pen name?

I always published under my own name until I set up my AO3 account. I went with wonderland there because I’m like Alice when I’m writing: I fall down the rabbit hole into Wonderland and enter a different reality.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

Yeah, they know I write it but not where to find it. Though I suppose a Google search would make it easy enough to locate. My family and friends have always been supportive of my writing, albeit confused that I’ve chosen to write fanfic instead of “real” fiction. Yeah, I know.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

wonderland on AO3

@amplifyme on Tumblr

amplifyme271 on the bird app

Lydia Bower everywhere else

Thanks for your invitation, Lilydale, this was fun!

#new post #old school x #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #lydia bower

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mrsbsmooth · 2 years

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Season 5 - Summary (Episodes 17-25)

Hi Folks,

Part Two! I did not rip these myself, but this is my summary and my HCs, so if you're gonna copy/paste these and share them, please at least keep my name in the screenshot (sigh)

Episodes 26-29 here

Spoilers under the cut, obviously

🤍Episode 17

A chat with Dana where she tells you she's nervous

You can declare BFFs with Dana.

Alfie tells Meera she'll be fine.

Arlo gets in a Kat fight lol. Kat is being a mega bitch to everyone, going on about how secure she is.

Eddie & Finn ask for your help and you can graft on them. Doesn't change shit though

Recoupling:

Eddie picks Dana

Finn picks Kat

Suresh picks Arlo

Cliff...

🤍Episode 18

...hanger.

Alfie picks MC (obviously)

Bye Meera, you're literally the best looking girl on this island.

Eddie tells you he wants to cool shit down with you.

Eddie literally, I shit you not, says "I don't want to waste my time with you". Backtracks and digs himself into a hole of telling you he wants to focus on Dana.

Meera is stupidly nice about leaving, but holy shit, I feel so bad for anyone who isn't pursuing Alfie rn. She is devestated. And if you're not pursuing him you have to stand there and be all "Yeah, he's just a friend."

Arlo is pissed about it, and is like "I know who I would've picked if I were Alfie." Rude...

Holy shit this girl was here for an entire one day and we are getting the world's longest farewell just goooooooo

Oh my god though, you have a choice of saying "Goodbye", "Something Sexy", or "Good Riddance". If you pick "Good Riddance" everyone gets soooo mad omg omg omg 💀💀

Dana pulls you for a chat, and she cracks on to you, but it's actually stupidly cute and she talks about her cat Georgie.

Alfie overhears and you have to choose between them. Whichever one you don't pick leaves and you have a convo with the other. Then you get to kiss the one you picked.

Bla bla bla, Arlo rubs it in your face that she's with Suresh and you can tell her to fuck off.

Alfie/Dana invites you to join them on the daybeds, and you get to make out a little, some under the clothes stuff, nothing that exciting.

Then you go SKINNY DIPPING

I literally cannot tell if this is supposed to be a sex scene? It just talks about 'bodies bobbing up and down in the water?'

Regardless, Eddie the creeper is watching again.

🤍Episode 19

Can get a little steamy with Alfie but he turns it off and wants to take it slow.

I beg thee, a crumb? A crumb of cock? Please? Somebody?

Going back into the bedroom, and as expected, Eddie has told everyone about your shenanigans.

Suresh is having an absolute fucking tantrum about it, I am losing my shit, I love it so much.

Holy shit you can be such an incredible bitch here. Arlo accuses you of hooking up with Alfie to make Suresh jealous, and you can be like "Yeah, I am". Alfie gets soooo cut.

Dana is properly devastated about you turning her down and is sulking a bit.

Arlo and Kat being annoying and getting in a lil bitch fight again.

Breakfast date in the garden yay!

Alfie is either very cute or very awkward depending on whether or not you picked him.

Finn is literally flirting with Arlo in front of both Kat and Suresh and I am living for it. I want him, he's amazing, he's drama in a bottle.

Kiss Alfie/Dana again in front of everyone yay.

Arlo pulls you aside and tells you Suresh will. not. shut. up about you. She thinks he's angry about you and Alfie/Dana. She's annoyed about it and wants reassurance that you're not going after him.

🤍Episode 20

Beach rescue challenge!

LITEXT: Islanders, you will take it in turns to complete the obstacle course before rescuing your partner from the paddling pool. The girls will vote on which boy did it best, and the boys on which girl did it best. #WetAndWild #SexyRescue

You get a kiss at the end yay.

Eddie gets disqualified for skipping a section of the course boo.

Finn and Kat are bickering, and halfway through the course he reveals he had a sexy dream about MC involving sex in a bouncy castle. Who is this drama magnet? Oh my god, I want him.

Kat's like booo, keep your dreams to yourself. Like I'm sorry, girl, have some self respect. He has disrespected you by telling everyone. Trash man (leave him for me)

Suresh does the most unrealistic run of the course ever.

Dana launches a water balloon at him, which he catches then sexily bursts on his ripped abs.

Suresh audaciously runs down the slide and dives through the sand tunnel. He leaps the grassy obstacle, scissor kicking a flying water balloon as he does. You notice his soaked abs glisten in the sunlight.

The winner of the boys is Suresh, winner of the girls is MC. You go on a double date with your partners.

You go for a bit of a cheeky snog with Alfie/Dana.

Suresh catches you and there's a lot of sexual tension, it's kinda hot. Sneaky sneaky. He tells you he's wearing the black shirt you got him for Valentine's day on your date, and tells you to wear that black dress.

You can literally pour a smoothie over him ahahhahhahahahahaha

He's all "You know I wish I was going on the date with you, right?"

Author's note, all this sneaking around behind Arlo's back is 🔥, I am such a hypocrite.

🤍Episode 21

Suresh is flirting with you while on his date with Arlo. He specifically says certain things really loudly and then glances at you instead of her.

Ok, stop, this is actually fucking with my head.

On the date, Alfie keeps trying to make a toast, but he keeps getting distracted by your eyes. I- what- excuse me!!! Do not!!!? Give me such feelings?!? For this pixel man?!? SWOON!

Suresh is boasting about helping deliver 6 puppies, and Alfie's all "Did Suresh just say he wanted to give birth to a dog?"

I am beside myself. Alfie/Dana script is just *chefs kiss* 💀💀💀

He is completely down to be absolutely fucking with Suresh & Arlo and making it look like he's telling you really funny jokes, I am in love with him? This FTL arc is woof.

Alfie wants to like, commit to you for the rest of the summer? What does that even mean. *Gasp* does it mean I get laid?

Arlo pulls you aside and is all smug about Suresh. Gem Option where she spills some tea about what he said to her. He told Arlo that he's ready to move on from you.

You can then rub it in her face that he wore that shirt for you lol lol lol lol. You can tell her he was flirting with you, too. But she doesn't believe you.

You then tell Dana that Suresh was flirting with you on the date hehehe.

Finn wants to apologise to Kat for flirting with Arlo at breakfast so he gets you and Dana to distract her. Finn's running around with candles behind her. To stop her from turning around Dana blabs about Suresh's flirting.

Kat turns around and Finn spelled out SOZ with candles omfg who is the comedian on the writing team, I'm fucking dying of laughter here, this is the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life bar none.

FINALLY YA GIRL GETS LAID WOOOOOOOOOO PARTY TIMEEE 🎉🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️🍾🍾🍾💗💗💗🍆🍆🍆

Oh god. Suresh is looking at you.

Somebody on the writing team has a fucking exhibitionist kink.

You can glare at him, but Arlo catches you looking either way, and literally gets out of bed and comes over ready to confront you.

🤍Episode 22

Suresh is literally lying in bed giggling like a naughty schoolboy and you're the one getting dragged, what in the fuck?

Alfie/Dana gets mad about it though, and is like, I don't wanna talk about it.

I am so over this bullshitttttttt just let me get dicked down *sob*

🥺🥺🥺 Alfie wakes up and is like 'you know what, IDC. I'm not letting Suresh's games get in the way. He's jealous, let him stare if he wants... unless it bothers you and then I'll make him stop.' (This is almost exactly what Bruno said to Jas about Youcef in TTIS, just quietly, not accusing anyone of anything...)

Arlo is getting stupidly possessive over Suresh, why in the fuck they gotta make the black girl the villain AGAIN I swear to god.

OKAY WAIT THOUGH

This flirting is actually.... getting... kind of good?

Did they have a different writer for these? What the hell?

There's an extremely sexy, flirty conversation with Suresh, in the kitchen, where he's eating an Orange (Clearly meant to be a mandarin, not an orange.)

There's a very cute conversation with Alfie/Dana, where you just roll your eyes and say Suresh is being an alpha.

ALFIE_HAPPY: Don't look too alpha from here. Looking up towards the gym you spot Arlo showing off her boxing moves to Suresh. He winces in fear with every jab at his hands. Alfie laughs to himself.

Alfie/Dana confesses they're falling for you. For real.

🤍Episode 23

BFF pulls you aside and wants to know you feel about Alfie/Dana LI. They ask how you feel about Suresh's flirting, and tell you to go pull your LI and Suresh aside and figure out if it's the real deal, or just fanny flutters.

You go to the LI first, . If you stay on the daybeds it kinda stays light-hearted, but if you go to the living room it gets super melty and cute. Either way though, they tell you they're all in for you. Want to take you home and meet the family, etc. (Baby, we are half way through. We haven't even been to Casa yet, baby is gonna get their heart broken omg.)

Suresh then pulls you aside. Here we go.

Suresh fidgets, for the first time showing a flash of vulnerability. SURESH: OK. I’m just gonna come right out and say it. PLAYER: You do that. SURESH: I only coupled up with Arlo because I thought that you wanted a chance to move on.

Dear God, my sincerest apologies to anyone not romancing Suresh.

If you paid to go to the bedroom you get a slightly saucier description of the reminiscing. You reminisce about a particularly sexy encounter.

Suresh leans in to kiss you and you get to snog, hug, or swerve him.

Kat will see you, and reacts accordingly. *Shock horror, gasp, is shook*.

🤍Episode 24

Kat says she's not going to say anything

BFF pulls you aside again, spill the tea.

You get a text woohoo - Oh god, it's Truth or Dare.

This is going to be difficult to put into a Tumblr post. Bear with me.

1st - Eddie - Picks DARE

SEXY - Do a sexy dance for everyone (Does a generally unsexy dance)

SEXY - Sexily kiss one islander. (Kisses Dana)

FUNNY - Do an animal impression (Does a really bad wolf impression)

FUNNY - Do an islander impression (Does a terrible Finn impression which is actually hysterical)

2nd - Arlo - Picks TRUTH

No choice. Kat asks "When was the last time you lied?"

Arlo responds: "Just then, when I said you were smart enough to think of a good question."

3rd - Kat - Picks DARE

No choice. Dana dares Kat to suck your big toe. You can decline and she does it to Finn instead.

4th - Alfie - Picks DARE

No choice. Dana dares Alfie to act out one of his past sexual experiences. It is heavily implied that he fucked a cow. But it's revealed he just snuck into the bushes and a cow stuck its head in and scared them.

5th - Dana - Picks DARE

No choice. Suresh asks her if she's ever been in love, and she says no. If you're romancing her she says she's getting there.

6th - Suresh - Picks DARE

Have you ever been in love? He says yes. 'I told you many many times."

Would you ever cheat again? He says no. "I wouldn't do anything to risk a relationship ever again."

Would you ever get married? He says he's into the idea.

7th - MC

Pick Truth: They ask "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Options are:

"Yes, Absolutely"

"No, Love takes time"

"I'm not sure"

Pick Dare: They say. "We dare you to show us your 'O' face, with sound effects.

You do it, and everyone is like, slack jawed, hard, wet, etc. MC is a hot fuckin' bitch. Sex noises ftw.

*Gem Option* - Another dare. Kat dares you to do a sexy belly dance balancing an object on your head. You do it successfully and everyone gets pretty excited about it but nothing actually happens other than Eddie saying it turned him on.

8th - Finn - Picks DARE

No choice. You tell him to kiss the girl he finds the most attractive. Arlo tells him to strip for her.

Finn walks up to Arlo and snogs her, throwing in a bit of a striptease.

Kat gets genuinely fucking hurt by it (as she should, wtf dude.) But everyone starts laughing telling her to chill out.

KAT: Finn making a fool out of me is a good laugh is it? KAT: Somebody being made a fool of is a joke to you guys? DANA: It’s not that Kat, it’s just that Finn can’t help but be funny. KAT: Right, well, it’s a good job I’m not the only one being made a fool of then. KAT: Ain’t that right, MC? Everyone turns to look at you. You feel your body tense awkwardly. KAT: How about you tell Alfie what a fool he is? KAT: And how you’ve been cracking on with Suresh behind his back. There is absolute silence around the firepit.

Surprise pikachu face.

Arlo storms off. Alfie/Dana storms off. Kat storms off.

OMG Finn is actually devestated he hurt Kat's feelings awwwwwww!!!!!!

He's all "I can be so stupid sometimes."

And then....

AND THEN......

After looking all over the villa, you decide to head up to the terrace in hopes of finding Alfie and explaining everything. It’s time to get some stuff off your chest. Time to set everything right. You arrive on the terrace and are stunned into silence.

You find Alfie and Kat kissing each other.

PLAYER: Alfie?! Kat?!

Note: If you're on a Dana route, she's kissing Eddie.

🤍Episode 25 - DRAMA CENTRAL

Excuse me while I go fuck myself, apparently.

You run into Finn, and he's like hahaha yeah nah, that would never happen. But Alfie's like omg I'm so sorry. After everything you just fucking spurted, about falling for us, why you little...

Finn still thinks it's a prank.

It is, just to be clear, not a fucking prank.

They really fucking just Cherrygated us.

Finn is now extremely pissed.

Kat & Alfie are both angry as fuck that MC and Finn are pissed off about it.

There's an extremely loud argument about who kissed who, with both of them claiming the other initiated it.

Somehow, regardless of what you did or didn't do with Suresh, you end up the bad guy. Alfie's all "What matters is you cracking on with that cheating ex of yours" and "Save me the details" and "I can't be around you right now" Um ex-fucking-cuse me?

Alfie storms off (Bye Felicia)

Kat blames you for everything, saying it was your idea to dare Finn to kiss someone. You can take the blame (um no.) or Blame someone else, but regardless, nothing happens.

Note: If you're on a Dana route, she kisses Eddie and admits that she initiated it.

You're hiding from everything on the roof terrace and Suresh comes to check on you, admitting that it would've hurt more because of what happened in the past between the two of you.

He reveals he came to LI to give you closure, and because he needed it as well. He was going to come on, apologise, answer questions, and then leave.

She asks what happened, and Suresh is all "I looked into your eyes, and I knew straight away I couldn't give up on you. I had to stay and take a shot at winning you back."

Suresh says he wants you back, and says you have to give him an answer tonight.

Finn pulls you aside, and says he's seeing everything in a different light. He wants you. But before you can give him an answer, the girls pull you aside for drama management

The girls force you to pick between Alfie and Suresh. But when you go to find whichever one you picked....

Girls, The boys have headed off to Casa Amor and some sexy singletons are now heading your way! #HeadsWillTurn #CasaRemorse

#litg #litg s5 #litg spoilters #litg summary #mrsbsmooth #mbstopposts

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endlessnightlock · 1 year

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Can you do Number 13 or 30 for the fluff prompts? Pretty please?

30. "i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?"

This is part two of a story you can read here.

My chair is still clattering against the floor when Peeta leans across his hospital bed and captures my arm in a surprisingly strong grip, preventing any chance I had of making a quick escape from his room.

For someone who’s been in a coma, he moves fast. Perhaps my grief has made me stupidly slow. Either way, he has me trapped.

Neither of us speaks. Instead, we warily assess each other. I wonder how many of the things I said when I thought he was unconscious he heard. At least he doesn’t look frightened or crazy, I realize. He’s breathing hard, eyes boring into mine like he’s trying to penetrate my mind. Confused, I’d say. Not homicidal. That’s a start.

Uncomfortable with his frank gaze, with no clue as to what he’s thinking, I try to shake his grip. I'm too close. It's too much contact. Though he resists at first, he finally releases my arm. I tell myself not to rub the spot where his fingers dug into my skin. Everything feels like it’s burning---my face, my stomach. My heart is on fire.

“Why did you run?”

"The doctor needs to see you---"

"Katniss," he says tiredly.

I really don't want to go into all of this with him right now, but he won't stop looking at me, and I don't feel like I can leave now. "The last time you were awake, you tried to choke me," I whisper. "The night you and Johanna, and Annie were rescued."

He frowns. "I don't remember that."

"I do. I was there for the whole thing. Hard to forget."

Things are awkward as Peeta settles back on his pillows gingerly. He's just now aware of all the machines he's hooked up to. "Are they alright?"

"Jo and Annie?"

He nods. His fingers are curled lightly into his hands, and I wonder if it's intentional if he's trying to keep from looking at his hands and thinking about what he doesn't remember trying to do to me. "Yeah. Jo is bunking with me, actually. We have a lot in common---she hates me too."

"You're always so dramatic," he sighs, shifting on the bed.

I frown at him. I am not dramatic. "Yeah, yeah. Annie is with Finnick. As in, she won't go anywhere without him. They're pretty much attached at the hip."

For a minute, I'm wistful, jealous of Annie and Finnick and their love. Anyone looking at them can see it. No one asks their angle; no one assumes it's all for show.

We fall silent again until he sighs loudly. "Sit down, would you? You're making me nervous glowering over there, ready to run. I'm not going to eat you alive."

For some reason, I do what he asks. Maybe because I feel like this has to happen eventually with him. I can't avoid him forever. Maybe it's stubbornness, and I'm too spiteful to show him any fear. It's probably not the smartest thing I've ever done, but when he scoots to the side of the hospital bed, I sit beside him. If he hadn't lost so much weight, we both wouldn't fit without me sitting in his lap.

We sit hip to hip, staring straight ahead, neither of us acknowledging the other at first. Peeta is so different now. He used to know exactly what to say or not say in any situation. Slowly I begin to acclimate to his proximity, and it's not awful. I'm nervous thinking about his first reaction to our reunion.

"I'm starting to remember what happened that night," Peeta admits. In his lap, he clenches and unclenches his fists.

"You're not going to do it again, are you?" I ask, only kidding a little.

He relaxes his hands and turns his gaze to me, eyes roaming my face. "No. I don't want to choke you," he reassures me.

"Well, that's a start."

He laughs weakly. "Yeah. I guess so. I was afraid that night. Of you. That's why I did it. You were you, but not really. You were shiny. Shimmering, like none of the lines of your face would stay in place. I thought you were going to kill me."

"'What about now?"

He shakes his head. "I'm not afraid of you now."

I don't say the same. I wish I could.

Peeta slumps against the bed like talking to me took all of his energy. I find myself turning to his side and laying my head on his chest. We lay quietly, too tired and raw to talk.

Eventually, our breathing evens out, and he runs a hand down my braid comfortingly. Beneath my ear, his steady heartbeat picks up.

"I can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?" I want to ask Peeta, but right now, I'm not sure I can deal with his answer.

#endlessnightlock writes #everlark fanfiction #thg drabble #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark #a/u d13

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dameronology · 2 years

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what sober couldn't say (s.h)

summary: a drunken confession might finally fix you & steve

warnings: alcohol, swearing, brief references to sex, fem! reader, she/her pronouns used

enjoy!! -jazz

p.s this has not been proofread

Steve Harrington was programmed by this point in his life to react negatively to weird fucking noises at 4AM.

A rustling in the bush outside; a tap on the window; one of the shutters flapping. Nine times out of ten it was just a cat or a branch or a bird but after spending the better part of three years fighting the supernatural, no one could blame him for being skittish. Being home alone wasn’t a novelty anymore. Not when there had been a weird rustling coming from his front porch for almost an hour. Steve had almost convinced himself it was a Demogorgon. Because they were definitely capable of obtaining a passport, boarding a plane from Russia and finding his house, right? After everything, that theory wasn’t even completely implausible. And if it wasn’t a Demogorgon, what the damn hell was it?

The answer was both better and worse that he had expected.

It was you.

Passed out on his porch, mini dress bunched up around your waist as you shivered beneath your jacket – wait, was that his…nevermind, not important – and stared out onto the road ahead. You’d been out at a party. Steve could tell that much. It was Chrissy Cunningham’s, he’d figured. Yeah, Steve was meant to go to that. It was just that the idea of bumping into you had been too much, and he couldn’t deal with all of Robin’s questions. So, he’d snatched up a last-minute late-night shift at the video store, all in pursuit of avoiding you. Now would have been a bad time to ask him how his plan was going.

“Why the hell are you on my porch at 4am like a hobo?”

You glanced up at Steve – dopey eyes, hazed over by the influence of your new lover, Jack Daniels.

“Was at a party,” you muttered. “I got drunk and I slept with Greg Romero. Y’know the tall guy from the basketball team? Ginger, kinda looks like a straight Luke Skywalker?”

“Greg Romero hasn’t been on the basketball team since we graduated two years ago,” he replied. “And Luke Skywalker is not gay-”

“- he looks at Han Solo the same way my mum does.”

“EVERYONE looks at Han Solo – why am I even having this discussion with you?”

Steve went to say something, maybe to tell you to leave, to tell you to get a taxi home, anything to allude to the fact you weren’t his problem, before he realised you probably were. If he’d been with you at that party, you would have at least been drunk with him. Hell, you might have not gone at all. That had left your system in high school. Now that you’d graduated, the last few months had been spent on the sofa with a shitty movie and popcorn. Just him and you, sometimes the cat, on his parents stupidly soft sofa in stupidly soft fucking bliss. Neither of you would have thought that him asking you out in tenth grade science class would have gotten you here.

Here being a fully-fledged adult relationship. Here being a fully-fledged adult break-up.

High school breaks up had been different. Less meaningful. All notes being passed in class and left in lockers; whispers being thrown around from desk to desk, lingering in the cafeteria but never going beyond the confines of Hawkins High. Things weren’t serious back then. Not serious in the way they were now. Your break-up had hit you both like a fucking train: spur of the moment, unexpected, an emotional pain to tense it felt like it could have broken your spine. Neither of you had wanted to break up. You were both just too stubborn to admit it.

So yeah, you were still Steve Harrington’s problem. You were always going to be Steve Harrington’s problem.

He let out a sigh and knelt in front of you, brown eyes creased with concern.

“Okay so,” he began. “You hooked up with Greg Romero. Now you’re on my doorstep. You gotta fill in the gaps.”

“He kicked me out his car,” you explained. “Well, he asked for an address first. And I didn’t know what to say because I can’t go back to my mums like this, so I just…I thought of you. I regret it now.”

“Nice to know chivalry isn’t completely dead,” Steve muttered, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, you drunk. I guess I’m babysitting you.”

Steve stuck his hands under your armpits and helped you up. Thank fuck his parents were out of town again; they wouldn’t have taken kindly to their son’s ex waking them up in the small hours of the morning.

He kept a hand on the small of your back as you wandered up the stairs and to his bathroom. You knew the way, naturally. There had been a point in your life where you had practically lived here. Despite the lacklustre family that resided here, it was a nice fucking house. All expensive and shiny, with heated floors and high ceilings. You had those floors in mind as you laid out on the bathroom floor, letting out a small smile at the feeling of the warmth on your bare skin.

“How much did you drink?” Steve gently asked. He got a flannel and wet it, softly wiping some smudged eyeliner from underneath your waterline.

Breaking up in a physical sense was different from breaking up in an emotional one. He knew that more than ever right now, automatically jumping into action the way he did when you were together. Get her makeup off, some warm clothes on, and leave her by the toilet for an hour to see if she throws up and then bed; he was listing it mentally in his head, brain hot-wiring the routine he’d developed from being with you for so long. Never mind that it involved you wearing his clothes or sleeping in his bed. The main thing was that you were safe. Also, that he was going to left-hook Greg Romero for a) going near you and b) leaving you on the side of the fucking road.

“Couple Jack and cokes,” you murmured. “There were some shots as well. Jagerbombs and those ones that taste like juice.”

“Sours,” Steve muttered with a smile. He took a seat beside you.

He didn’t say anything when you wordlessly shuffled closer to him, head dropping into his lap. A large hand instinctively came to cup your head, keeping it away from the boniness of his knee. God, he was so fucking caring, In everything he did, even after you’d broken up, he had you in mind. It made him ache a little inside because he would have sold his left arm to whatever god there was just for this to be your norm again. Steve Harrington was a caregiver by heart, but he could have sworn he was yours by purpose. Like looking out for you and having your back was a biblical task bestowed onto him by a deity who was about to have too many left arms.

“I miss you, Steve,” you said.

“You’re only saying that because you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m only admitting it because I’m drunk.”

He peered down at you, dark eyes a golden-brown under the harsh bathroom lights. “I miss you too.”

“You never called.”

“What?”

“When I left…” you trailed off, before pausing for a moment. “The day I left you in that diner – the same day we broke up – you said you would call me, and we could talk.”

Steve wanted to kick himself now. He didn’t remember much about that day except from dragging his newfound heartbreak home and collapsing into bed. He definitely didn’t remember promising to call. By the time the thought ever came around, he was already convinced you hated him. He definitely hated him.

“Shit,” he murmured. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

“If you’d just fucking called, Steve,” your drunken babbling called continued, “maybe I would have put my pride aside and admitted I didn’t want to break up-“

“- and you think I did?” Steve asked. “I was just going along with it in the moment.”

“Me too!” you whacked his arm with a grin. “It’s nice to know we’re in sync, even when we’re breaking up.”

“Right,” he hummed.

“So if we miss each other, and we never wanted to break up, then why…”

“Why what?”

Steve glanced down at you, but you were already fast asleep.

Waking up in Steve's bed the next morning, in his clothes no less, felt like a fever dream. For a second, you were convinced the last few weeks had happened in your head; the break-up, the hurt, the party and your less-than-stellar fling with Greg Romero. You would have thought he would have been madder that you fucked someone else, to be honest. Steve wasn't jealous by nature but the idea of you with literally anyone else had always hurt him in a way he could never quite verbalise.

He was passed out beside you now, hair sticking up in a million different directions.

"Are you mad at me?"

Steve let out a little huh? and peeled one eye open. "Wha?"

"Are you mad at me?" you repeated.

"For what?"

"For fucking Greg Romero."

Steve blinked, sitting up. The blankets fell off his chest and your eyes followed, very briefly staring at his chest. You expected him to quickly cover it back up again, but he wasn't bothered. He was still half asleep, bleary eyed and with a raspy voice, but his brain had very jumped into analysing what you'd asked him.

"No, I don't think so," he said, but stopped to think for a minute. "Yeah, no, you're good. We're broken up, so you can sleep with who you want."

"Right, yeah," you nodded. Was bad that a part of you was a little sad that he hadn't gotten angry at you?

"That's not to say that the thought of you with someone else is a bit shit," Steve continued. "Doesn't mean it's your fault, though."

"You're allowed to be mad at me, Steve," you pushed. "I turned up at your door at four in the fucking morning, drunk off my ass."

He peered at you, smiling a little. "I'm surprised you remember all of that."

"That's the last thing I remember, to be honest," you grimaced.

"Oh?" he grinned. "So you don't remember what you said before you passed out?"

"No?"

"It was something to the affect of if we miss each other and don't want to be broken up, then why are we?" he said. "You come out with a lot of dumb shit when you're drunk but I think that, for once, was insightful."

You wanted to curse your drunk self. Not because it wasn't you, but because it was honest you. A few rounds of liquid courage and suddenly, you were asking all the fucking questions. If you were always that forward-thinking, you could have won a Nobel prize.

"Shit," you muttered. "I am so sorry-"

"- don't be sorry," Steve cut you off. "I think we both needed to hear it."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said. Then, as if a switch in him had been flipped, he sat up. "Hey, do you wanna get some breakfast?"

"Uh, yeah, okay," you blinked in surprise.

"I mean...so we can talk," he explained.

"Yeah, that sounds good," you smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" he suddenly asked. "Would it be weird if I did? Wait, is it weird that I asked-"

-you cut Steve off by taking his face in your hands and planting a kiss on his lips. It wasn't anything massive, but it snapped him out of the rant he as about to enter. You'd missed the feeling of him; his lips were always soft and minty, and something he did this thing where he'd tug your lower lip on his bottom teeth. He drove you fucking insane in the best and worst ways.

"Right," he cleared his throat, clearly a bit flustered. "Okay. Cool."

"So, breakfast?"

"Yeah, breakfast."

tags: @m00nkn1ghts @mads-weasley @karasong @megmeg-chan @harghoes

#asks #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington reader insert #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert

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snobgoblin · 6 months

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you know how there's that stereotype of middle aged men who can't let go of the time they won/almost won that one football game. like they hold onto that for the rest of their life. I have something like that but instead of a football game- so context first for Native American History we finished all the course work like a week early so we just had a week to do nothing. so the teacher was like if you guys bring some video games you can play them on the projector. so a ton of the kids brought switches. now, something you need to know about me....... I was like, stupidly good at both super smash bros ultimate, and mario kart 8. they were my favorite games, I'd play them nonstop, and I got really good at them (who knows if I still am. sigh) SO ANYWAY... someone hooked up Mario Kart 8 to the projector and everyone who brought their switches joined. so then I just Obliterate everybody for several rounds until someone's like "DAMN who's playing Waluigi?" and I'm literally sitting on the floor in the back of the room and just go 🙋‍♀️ NEVER said a word in that class. I was like that kid you know, how they say don't mess with the quiet kid in the basketball shorts when it comes to Nintendo games... except I didn't have basketball shorts. and they were really surprised a couple of them sat on the floor next to me to see how I did it. but the thing was. is I just played as my favorite character, and I knew the exact car + wheels + parachute style that PERFECTLY matched my playing style and I knew all the courses and techniques by heart so yeah. I think about that every now and then it's like my football game

#its like man. i was good at something for once you know #smb spam

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forlorn-kumquat · 1 year

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manhattan's most eligible

also here on ao3

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“You’re gonna love me.”

“I already love you,” Jim said, distractedly, not looking up from his textbook - at least not until Carol dropped a heavy manila envelope on top of the book. “Okay, what’s this?”

“You’re gonna love me,” Carol parroted in a sing-song as she dropped into the seat across from him and swinging her feet up onto the table. Jim absently swatted at her shoes until she lowered her legs.

“What is it?” he repeated, even as he opened the envelope and pulled out a thick sheaf of papers. Skimming over the first page, he started shaking his head. “Oh, hell no.”

“You’re always going on and on about the guy,” Carol told him, but Jim scowled at her.

“Yeah, because he’s a spoiled rich, alcoholic asshole-”

“Was an alcoholic asshole,” Carol corrected him. “Then his parents were killed in that crash and he sobered up, completely turned his image around, and turned his father’s weapon’s company into the leading clean energy producer in the world. He made Time Magazine’s ‘Most Influential People’ list. Hundreds of people are practically salivating for the chance to get to date Tony Stark.”

“Not me,” Jim insisted.

“He got into MIT when he was fourteen, Carol, he’s so smart,” Carol said, a teasing tone in her voice. “Look at this cool robot Tony Stark built, Carol. I hate his stupidly handsome face, Carol.”

“That’s not fair,” Jim protested. “We agreed that drunk talk stays firmly in drunk nights. You’re not allowed to use it against me.”

“I am when it’s for your own good,” Carol told him.

“Look,” Jim said, firmly, “I am not going on Manhattan’s Most Eligible just to date Tony Stark. And that’s final.”

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Jim stared up at Stark Mansion in disbelief. “I cannot believe I let you talk me into this,” he grumbled. “You took advantage of me in my drunken state.”

“You got drunk after you signed the papers for the audition,” Carol reminded him.

“I’m not doing this,” Jim replied, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away.

“Sure you are,” Carol said, linking her arm through his and pulling him toward the front door. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Fun,” Jim echoed. “Yeah, me and eleven other desperate people hoping to hook up with a billionaire.”

Carol pulled him to a sudden stop, turning to face him. “If you really don’t want to do this,” she said, “just screw up the audition and you’ll never even make it onto the show. But at least give yourself a chance to meet the guy, talk to him. Maybe you and Stark will have a lot in common.”

Jim couldn’t even muster up a reply to that one. Instead, he squared his shoulders and marched up the stairs, knocking firmly on the front door. “I’m here for the audition,” he told the woman who pulled the door open.

“Come on in, Mr.-”

“Rhodes,” Jim finished, as the woman trailed off expectantly. “James Rhodes.”

“Pepper Potts,” the woman introduced herself, shaking his hand. “Tony Stark’s personal assistant. Nice to meet you, Mr. Rhodes.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Jim replied, “I - uh -” and then he stopped, because what was he supposed to say, now? ‘Hey, I’m really looking forward to publicly displaying my embarrassing crush on your boss on national TV?’ Yeah, that would go over well.

“The contestants are all gathered in here,” Potts said, smoothly filling in the silence as she led him down a series of hallways, stopping in front of a small study. “Auditions should begin shortly.”

She strode briskly away as he stepped into the small room, leaning against the door frame as he studied the men and women clustered around the room. They all looked like the usual, flashy party-goers that Stark had been seen with in his wilder days, more money than common sense. They were all wearing clothes that probably cost more than he could make in a month, name-dropping celebrities like they were close, personal friends. Jim was pretty sure he’d seen flasks in a few hands, a joint being less-than-discreetly passed around.

He couldn’t have been more out of place.

‘I gotta get out of here,’ Jim thought. Screw the audition, screw his stupid crush, he was so far out of Stark’s league, how could he ever hope to compare to the other people in the room?

Backing out of the study, Jim started back toward the front door. Carol would probably give him endless amounts of grief for backing out, but this wasn’t him. He wasn’t welcome here.

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He also wasn’t getting out of here.

He’d thought that he’d kept track of the hallways that Potts had led him down when she was showing him to the study, but apparently not as well as he’d thought. Because he’d been wandering around for at least fifteen minutes, down one hallway and then another, and he was pretty sure he’d been going in circles the entire time. And he was absolutely nowhere near the front door.

“I just want to get the hell out of here,” he muttered, as he tried to figure out if he’d already gone down the hallway he found himself in front of, one with a white marble bust of some dead guy that looked nearly identical to the ones in all the other hallways.

At the end of the hallway, a door swung open, a soft light glowing from the room beyond. Jim stared at the open door, briefly considered if he was about to walk into the opening scene of a horror movie, then decided that he was being ridiculous and headed for the doorway.

Only to curse himself for an idiot when the door swung shut behind him as soon as he stepped through.

“You’re gonna get murdered,” Jim told himself out loud, as he fruitlessly rattled the doorknob that would not turn. “You’re gonna go down those stairs and find some kind of killer robot that Stark is keeping in the basement.”

Because he was at the top of the stairs, staring down into the darkness that the stairs disappeared into. And he was actually considering going down those stairs rather than doing the sensible thing and pounding on the door to call for help.

Not that he’d likely be heard if he did, because he hadn’t seen anyone in all the time he’d been wandering the hallways and he doubted anyone was going to appear now. At least going down the stairs was slightly more productive than just staying put.

“So murdered,” Jim muttered, as he descended the stairs. “Carol’s gonna feel so guilty when she hears I died in Stark’s house.”

But he kept going anyway, following the lights that lit each section of stairs as he hit it. Motion activated, probably, although no matter how hard Jim looked, he couldn’t see any sensors.

At the bottom of the staircase, another door opened silently. As it swung toward him, Jim could hear the faint sound of hard rock and a rhythmic pounding noise. And he saw another door about a foot in front, blocking him from the rest of the room. This door, too, swung open for him.

Jim’s ears were almost instantly assaulted by the sheer wall of noise emanating from the room. He actually took a step back (as if any kind of distance was protection from that kind of noise), hands flying up to try and protect his ears. Almost immediately, the noise dropped to a far more tolerable level.

“Hey, J, where’s my music?” A tousled head popped up from behind the table in the middle of the room.

The man that stood up looked vaguely familiar, wearing beat-up jeans and a faded band tee, face streaked with grease and black hair liberally covered in dust. Jim wondered if he worked for Stark.

“Um, hi,” he offered, with an awkward wave.

The man blinked at Jim and said, “You’re not J.”

“No, I’m Jim.” Jim jerked his thumb back in the direction of the staircase. “Um, I’m really sorry if I’m intruding, but the door at the top locked behind me, and the doors kept opening-“

“J, are you tormenting the guests?” the man asked,. “Wait, why do we have guests? Did I know we have guests?”

“He’s here for the audition, Sir,” a disembodied voice said, and Jim jumped a foot in the air.

“What the hell?!”

The man chuckled. “JARVIS is an AI who runs the house,” he said. “He sees all, knows all.”

“An AI?” Jim echoed, looking around the room. “Holy crap, that’s so cool.”

The man grinned, his face lighting up. “That’s pretty much why I built him,” he said, and suddenly Jim realized why the man looked so familiar.

“You’re Tony Stark,” he said, wincing. “I mean, this is Tony Stark’s house, of course you’re him - you - you’re you.”

“I am me,” Stark agreed, still grinning. Jim was glad that someone could find his embarrassed rambling funny. Then, Stark took pity on him. “Let’s start over,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m Tony.”

“I’m Jim,” Jim told him, shaking his hand. “And I’m lost.”

“Well, let’s get you found,” Tony said. “This place can be a real rat warren if you’re not used to it.” As they climbed the stairs, he added, “Hell, I still get lost and I grew up here.”

The door at the top opened easily under Tony’s hand, and Jim scowled at the doorknob. “That door was locked, I swear.”

“Sometimes these old doors can be tricky,” Tony said. “No matter how many times I try to fix them. Isn’t that right, J?”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” JARVIS said, an affronted tone in his electronic voice. “Also, Ms. Potts is looking for you, Sir.”

“Looking for me, why?” Tony asked.

“The auditions, Sir.”

Tony pulled a face. “You keep talking about auditions, J. What are these auditions?”

“For Manhattan’s Most Eligible?” Jim offered up. “The reality show you’re filming in your house?”

Tony froze, turning slowly to look at Jim with a look of undisguised horror on his face. “What reality show I’m filming in my house?”

#james rhodes #tony stark #mcu #iron man #kumquat writes

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givemetherapyimawritingtravesty · 2 years

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making eye-contact with your lover from across the room, gesturing at them to follow you outside, for wolfstar, please?

Yes of course!

Side note: this'll be the last one I do tonight but I'll be back at them tomorrow! I have more!

The frat house was loud.

The frat house was loud and Remus was pleasantly drunk.

The frat house was loud, Remus was pleasantly drunk, and he was so stupidly in love with Sirius.

Sirius, who was across the room with James, fulfilling their duties as Social Chairs of the frat and making sure the beverage table stayed filled with liquors and mixers, dinks capped and untampered with.

Gamma Rho Phi was nothing if not an upstanding brotherhood, to which James was a legacy. His father had been a founding member of this chapter and both Potter's had pushed for Sirius to join instead of following his, now disowned from, family into Sigma Lambda Tau.

Remus was having a good time, swaying to the mindless bass music thumping the old house, and ogling his, now exclusive, hook up date.

Lover.

Something.

Not boyfriend.

At least, not yet.

Remus downed the rest of his drink and looked once again over at the table where Sirius stood.

Sirius was looking back. He pointed to Remus cup from across the room and mouthed 'another?'

Remus, in lew of response, smiled and jerked his head towards the back door, then turned his back and walked into the large back porch where the music was a little quieter and the colored bulbs cast a red glow over him.

Sirius came through the door, another plastic red cup in hand with another drink for Remus. "You sure you want another? You've had-"

"Enough. Yeah. A good amount. No, I don't want it, thank you though. I just wanted to get you out of there to ask you something."

Sirius chuckled. "You definitely sound like you've had just enough. But go ahead, shoot. And just let me know if you want to crash upstairs or get a ride home, Frank is the DD tonight."

"Oh, yeah. I'd love to stay upstairs but-"

"But I'll take the floor. You're drunk and I'm not-"

"No! No that's not where this was going. I mean, I'm not THAT gone but... I've finally worked up enough stupidity to ask you... If you wanted to go out? Like going out going out. Like-"

"Remus Lupin are you asking me on a date?" Sirius chuckled.

Remus rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah. I guess I am. So..."

"Stupidity was right, I don't know why me but, I'd love to."

"Good. Good. Can i- can I kiss you now?"

"God, yes."

Remus lunged forward, then against his lips murmured, "I'm not God."

Sirius pulled away giggling, "Okay not I know your not that drunk if you can still make those lame adorable Remus jokes."

"Adorable Remus jokes, huh?"

"I think there was a lame in there too. Come on, let's get you upstairs and to bed, I know how much you love to sleep on weekends."

"Well, you would to if you had taken that stressfu-"

"Stressful incredibly difficult chem exam yes yes it's all you and James have talked about all week. Now go get some rest, my noise cancelling headphones are-"

"On the dresser yes yes I know. I'm going to listen to that 'soft bops' playlist you made. And you better be upstairs to cuddle me."

"Yes, your highness, anything for you." He laughed, sending Remus into giggles.

They kissed a temporary goodnight and went their separate ways, only to be reunited a mere couple hours later, snuggles up in bed where both fell asleep with soft smiles and softer hearts.

#ask prompts #lizdarcyfan tag #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter

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super-ion · 8 months

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Ion & Emily

How it All Started: chapter 2.5

New Friends

I flip the big switch and it makes a satisfying clunk. The lights come on in stages very dramatically, bringing light to the cavernous space.

Holy shit! This is all mine, my very own secret evil lair.

After my success with the bank and Jackass Jackrabbit, I realized I needed a space that wasn't the unused spare room in my condo. So what does an aspiring supervillain do when they need a lair? They just go down to the waterfront and lease an abandoned warehouse with a big secret basement. There's like a whole frickin' grey market industry for that sort of thing. And it's all allowed, because superheros gotta fight somebody, right?

The lights finish coming on and…

It's empty.

I mean, no shit, it's empty. They cleared it out after the last guy got busted for human trafficking. But it's like… bad empty?

Maybe a quarter of the lights are broken, either flickering badly or not working at all. The space is huge and dingy and there's loose trash scattered everywhere. It'll take forever to get everything set up.

That old familiar one two punch of anxiety and depression hits me in the gut.

What the hell am I doing??

I don't know the first thing about being a supervillain? Why on earth did I think I could do this?

My ruminations are mercifully cut short by a knock on the door.

I stand there in shock for a moment. I thought this lair was supposed to be secret. Why would somebody be knocking on the door.

I cautiously return to the antechamber and climb the stairs to the main warehouse area. I open the door and… and…

Now, I'm not a short girl. I'm 6'2". It can be dysphoria inducing, but for the most part I've made peace with it. Worry about the things you can change etc etc. Also, now that I'm officially supervillaining, I should totally embrace it.

Sorry, got a little off topic there. The point is, I'm tall by most standards. This guy makes me feel short. And on top of being 7 foot something he's built like a tank.

He's incongruously holding a tray of cookies that's completely dwarfed by his hand.

He looks familiar. Why does he look familiar?

"Can I… help you?" I ask, slipping a little into my meek Jen persona.

He extends a hand.

"I'm Arturo," he says in a rumbly voice. He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. "I'm in the warehouse next door. I take it you're my new neighbor?"

"I… uh… yeah."

Neighbor? Why would anybody…?

Wait, why am I leasing an abandoned warehouse? He must be…

Oh… my… god…

He's Arachnid. I'm neighbors with freakin' Arachnid.

He watches the realization play out on my face with sly satisfaction.

"Oh! I… wow…" I reply a little stupidly. What the hell am I supposed to say to a fellow supervillain who happens to be my neighbor??

"I'm Jen," I say.

I extend a hand, realize realize it's sweaty, wipe said hand on my pants, cringe as I realize I just did that in front of one of my inspirations, and extend it again.

He takes it graciously.

"So, you new in town? Or just new to the business?"

"Uh… second one," I reply. "Did the whole… industrial accident thing and got tech powers. Figured I'd give… uh… this a try."

Recognition dawns on his face.

"Oh damn! You're the girl from the Jackrabbit video!"

I flush with embarrassment.

"Yeah… that's me."

The video had 137k views before it got taken down.

He opens his mouth to respond, but is interrupted by a faint sort of tearing shriek. A hole just kinda opens up in the air and there's a sulfurous ozone smell.

A woman steps out and I forget to breathe. I'm standing there like an idiot with my mouth hanging open and my eyes bugging out.

She's wearing street clothes: jeans, t-shirt and cardigan. Not her iconic costume, but there's absolutely no doubt in my mind that I'm standing in the presence of Lady Lacuna.

Don't get me wrong, meeting Arachnid is cool… but this is a whole other level. I had Princess Portal action figures when I was twelve. I still have Lady Lacuna figures on a shelf in my bedroom right now. I've written fanfiction about her. Hell, I've been a fangirl since before I even figured out I was a girl.

"Hey Art!" she says cheerfully. "Got the repairs done on the pauldron, should be better than new."

She hands a brown paper bag to Arachnid and seems to notice me for the first time.

"Oh!" she says. "New neighbor?

I'm still staring in awe.

"Yeah," Arachnid replied. "New girl on the block."

"Oh! You're the one who posted that video! Ion, right?"

"Y-yeah," I reply.

"God, that was fan-fucking-tastic how you took Jackrabbit down. Nice to see that prick get taken down a peg. I'm Sarah!"

My brain is still short circuiting.

"Uh… Jen," I reply. "I'm… I'm a huge fan… I'm sorry about your dad."

She cocks her head in confusion.

"Oh!" she says after a moment. "Oh no, he's very much alive. Just threw his back out one too many times and decided to retire. He teaches geology at the community college now."

"Oh…" I reply. "Good…"

"You wanna meet him?" she asks and whips out her phone.

Do… I want to meet… Doctor Magma?

"What??" I ask breathlessly.

"Got any dinner plans?"

I shake my head, still struggling to comprehend what's going on.

"Awesome!" she replies. "Art?"

"I would never pass up your father's cooking. I'll bring the wine."

She flashes a thumbs up and brings her phone to her ear.

"Hey Dad? Yeah… well, how do you feel about dinner for four? Got a new coworker who's a big fan of your work."

***

You ever meet your heroes and they're just like... normal people? Granted, they're the sort of people who would trigger a volcanic eruption and/or release mutant spiders on the populace downtown, which is fucking awesome... Okay, maybe they're not normal at all, but they are really cool.

We're just like around the table, drinking wine after dinner.

(Holy. Shit. Doctor Magma can cook. Note to self: get cooking tips from Doctor Magma)

Doctor Magma himself is telling us about the time he and Cobalt Blade (who sounds like a huge asshole) got caught in a shrink ray together and had to team up.

They've all done this before, just B-list supervillains hanging out, having a good time. I just met these people two hours ago, and I feel like I belong here. I've lived my entire life never really feeling like I belong, hell, I haven't spoken to my family in like 6 years. But here, with these villains-

"Okay, okay," Doctor Magma says, after wrapping up his story. "The real reason we're here is to welcome Ion to the family. May she have a long and nefarious career!"

Oh god, he said the quiet part out loud. I think I'm going to cry.

They all raise their glasses to me.

Yeah, I'm crying now.

"Dad, I think you broke her," Lady Lacuna says.

"Sorry," I mumble. "This is… a lot. I just met you… and you're all so nice. And…"

"We all look out for each other," Doctor Magma says.

"Do you have a tailor?" Arachnid asks. "It's cool if you want to do your own thing, but a professional costumer is going to think of stuff you never will and it takes off a lot of pressure. We can hook you up with our guy if you want."

"I do super tech gadgets as a side gig!" Lady Lacuna announces. "Wait, you have tech powers, don't you?"

"I… yeah"

"Would you mind taking a look at my computer some time?"

"Here we go," Arachnid mutters with a wink in my direction. "The transdimensional vortex simulator…"

"I will have you know that simulator has taken years of my life," Lady Lacuna huffs.

"What can you do with your powers?" Doctor Magma asks.

My mouth goes dry. They're all looking at me expectantly.

"I… uh… I guess I've got a party trick I've been working on."

The thing about modern houses is they're full of tech. You've got like wifi connected fridges and coffee makers and everything. I can hear the hum of it all the time. All I need to do is reach out and…

Everything in the house starts beeping and coming to life, the TV, the stereo, the microwave, everything. I even make the lights flicker ominously.

"Okay, that's really cool," Lady Lacuna says. "We should totally do a team up some time."

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