#all I could think of was them drunk at a denny's

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Drunk n Nasty,

Duke Dennis x Black!fem reader

Sunmary: You got drunk at a party and your boyfriend brings you home but you couldn't keep his hands off him so you and your boyfriend get.... nasty.

Duke carried Y/n bridal style to get inside the house, Y/n was so drunk she couldn't even walk straight in her heels, they were at a party that her and her boyfriend were invited to. Y/N was having fun dancing with her boyfriend but she had one drink which led her to another after another.

"Baby, I'm tired are we home." Y/n said lazily.

"Yeah, we home baby let me get you to bed." Duke said as he carries Y/n to the their room.

"I'm boutta go get you some water, to sober you up." Duke peck Y/n on the lips.

Duke leaves the room going to get a glass of water for Y/n. Y/n was drunk but horny as well. But she only was drunk and acting out because Duke stooped having sex with her, since he was busy with streaming, and Y/n didn't want him to stop doing what he loves, so she she didn't say anything.

Y/n gets out of her silky black dress leaving her in her bra and underwear.

"I got you some water." Duke said as he brought a glass of water, but he was awestruck looking at Y/n's body.

"Damn." Duke thought to himself.

"Thanks, baby." Y/n said as she takes the glass of water from his hand,drinking it seductively looking at duke with her doe eyes.

Y/n places the glass of water on the nightstand, coming closer to Duke wrapping her hands around his neck.

"I want you to fuck me right now, bae." Y/n whispers in Duke ears as she takes of his shirt leaving him shirtless as Y/n caresses his chest looking at his tattos

" I was thinking bout you at the party, I was so wet for you, I was think about you deep insi-" Y/n was cut off ass Duke passionately kisses Y/n making her sit down on the bed.

"Lay down on the bed, baby." Duke said demandingly.

Y/n lays on the bed her legs wide open, Duke slowly takes off Y/n's underwear. Duke slowly comes closer in between Y/n's thighs, kissing and licking her thighs to her core, making Y/n moan.

"I know how badly you love this pussy, baby." Y/n smirks.

" Oh you know baby." Duke kisses Y/n clit as he eats Y/n out, Y/n moans as Duke eats her out like a starved man, Y/n hasn't been eaten out in so long she forgot how good it was.

"Don't stop baby, I love you." Y/n says as Duke was eating her out she was playing with her tits.

"Imm bouttta cum baby." Y/n said as she feels herself about to cum.

" Cum for me, baby." Duke said.

Y/n cums as she lets out the most loud pornagraphic moan, which turn on Duke even more.

" I wanna be on top, baby." Y/n says as grinding her ass on Duke teasingly.

"Anything for you." Duke said looking down at Y/n's ass slapping it, making Y/n smiles as she looks back at him.

Duke unbuckle his pants leaving him completely naked, making Y/n turned on. Duke make it in the bed with Y/n as Y/n gets on top of Duke. Duke inserts himself inside of Y/n making her moan.

" Duke, baby your so big I can't take it." Y/n says as she rides duke it was very painful but so pleasurable she couldn't stop.

"Cmon I know you can take it you've been begging for this." Duke says teasingly at Y/n. Y/n could never get mad at Duke he was to fine.

All you heard was skin slapping, Y/n was now bouncing on duke's cocktail, as she moans in pleasure, Duke groans as he stares at Y/n's tits, Y/n's hair was getting in her face, Duke moves the hair out of her face but she takes his fingers and sucks them seductively as she moans.

Duke cums as he stares at Y/n licking and sucking his fingers making him cum quick.

"Looks like you cum first, baby. What you couldn't take me?" Y/n says teasingly at Duke.

" Shut yo fine ass up." Duke said to Y/n kissing her as Y/n smiles to the kiss.

"I love you bae, I'm sorry I haven't paid much attention or give you the needs you want." Duke said seriously looking at Y/n.

"It's okay,baby I don't want you to feel bad about yourself, ion love seeing you upset." Y/n pecks duke's lips as she got down from being on top of him, hugging him.

"You wanna do a round two in the shower?" Duke says smiling down at Y/n.

" You are such a horny ass nigga." Y/n softly laughs, looking at duke with so much love in her eyes.

" But that offer sounds like something I tempt on doing." Y/n says seductively getting out of bed walking to the bathroom.

" You coming?" Y/n says looking back at Duken

"Oh, I'm coming." Duke said as he quickly comes over to Y/n, as Y/n laughs at Duke's eagerness.

#Spotify #Duke Dennis #Duke Dennis x black!reader #Black!reader #Black!fem reader

[chronicowboy]

Buck loves kids. He's always loved kids. Well, apart from ages eleven through fourteen, but in his defence, middle school kids are quite literally evil. Like spawn of satan evil.

Apart from Christopher. He's an angel.

But the point is, Buck's always loved kids. Its why he always volunteers to free little girls from claw machines or bundle little boys up in his turnouts.

He loves kids. He loves talking space with Denny, and pretending to know video games with Harry, and having very serious conversations with Jee.

He loves kids. Never thought he could have them when he was younger, assumed he'd be fun uncle Buck forever. He loves kids. Wants them more than anything, maybe more than a partner. He loves kids. That's why he—

Fuck.

"Hey," Eddie leans against his locker, back in his street clothes, unbearably soft in the morning light. "Chris is getting all antsy about his dance on Friday, could use a hand helping him calm down long enough to try his suit on?"

He raises a hopeful eyebrow, but all Buck can see is the memory playing in Eddie's eyes. The memory of Buck, teary-eyed and half-drunk, a week after his parents left the state, telling Eddie he'd never been to a school dance because he was always grounded. That he'd only ever made it to prom because he'd asked the daughter of one of his dad's colleagues and he wouldn't let Buck stand her up.

"Sorry, man." He smiles, he wonders how long both of them can keep pretending its not a grimace. "Looking after Jee whilst Maddie and Chim go house hunting."

"Oh." Eddie blinks, the corners of his mouth twitching up. "You could always bring her along. She might be a good distraction for Chris, and you know—"

"No." Buck clears his throat, looks very hard into his locker for the hoodie he knows he already packed into his duffel. "I mean, I just hardly get any time with her, you know? So, I just kind of want to..."

"Oh, yeah, sure. 'Course, man." Eddie doesn't bother with a grimacing smile, just lets the furrow crease his brows. "Gotta keep up the title of best uncle, right?"

"Please." Buck scoffs. "Can she say Albert's name?"

"Right." Eddie nods with pursed lips. "Definitely doesn't have anything to do with easier phonetics and half the amount of syllables."

"Wow. I thought you were supposed to be on my side."

And, see, he means it as a joke. The whole conversation is a joke, really. Like Buck desperately doesn't want his niece and his— His Christopher to coexist in the same space, in the warm embrace of the Diaz house, home. But he can't, he just can't.

Still, its a joke. Only Eddie must be done with his jokes because he steps in closer, lays a gentle hand on his bicep and ducks his head until Buck has to meet his eyes. Like the tsunami.

Like the start of it all.

"I'm always on your side, Buck." He murmurs, more of a breath than anything. A confession that makes Buck a little dizzy. And then, Eddie's patting his arm and sweeping out of the locker room just as Hen and Chim come in.

"We'll drop Jee off at eleven, Buckaroo?" Chim says.

"Yeah. Sounds good."

Two days after Jee-Yun gives him the best workout of his life, he shoots a text to Hen asking if she wants to take Denny to the Renaissance Fair which had finally reopened after dealing with the bee problem.

He doesn't mean to do it is the thing. Sure, in his probie year, after Hen had finally trusted him enough to let him meet Denny, they'd hung out all the time. He'd practically fast-tracked his way to uncle Buck. But then, Eddie Diaz had waltzed into his life and said I'm all he's got and the rest—

Well, the rest is history.

But the thing is, Buck's DNA is floating somewhere in the American healthcare system in a little plastic cup with a green lid and he's trying very hard not to think about all the ways that could break him into a million pieces.

Because there's something hollow and empty inside of him that's slowly been shattering ever since Connor said that he didn't have enough swimmers. And it crumbles a little more every time he thinks of Christopher.

He thinks of that night in his loft with a frustrated rant, and two indulgent Diaz boys, a missing couch, and a lasagne that took three tries to get it right. A night that had become routine for them. And now he hasn't seen Christopher in almost two months, hasn't seen Christopher since—

Since Lev.

Two months he's spent trying desperately not to think of the way he'd seen Christopher safe in Eddie's arms and collapsed into a heap because his job was done and that was enough. Two months he's spent trying not to think about the flash of happiness that came with the end of a tsunami. Two months he's spent trying not to think about how he's buried that realization for almost three years.

He just. Christopher is growing up, he's lying to his dad, and sneaking out to see his friends, and going to dances, and having crushes. And Buck is trying so hard to remember. To listen to the cyclical chant of guardian, not dad echoing around his skull every time Eddie turns to him expectantly upon a mention of his son.

Because he has an answer to Hen's question. Finally.

But, fuck, he doesn't even really care about his sperm anymore. He doesn't give a fuck about the abstract concept of a child biologically half his out there in the world, out of sight and out of reach. He just doesn't care. Because nothing will ever hurt as much as having everything he's ever wanted at his fingertips and still not being able to grab it for fear of it vanishing into thin air.

He doesn't care about not getting to raise his child because there's a child he actually cares about, a child he's been raising. A child that's not his, but could be—

Fuck.

So, he's at a renaissance fair with his friend and her son, picking out a sword so that his niece knows that she doesn't have to be a damsel in distress, but he's trying so damn hard not to think about a little kid—who's not really all that little anymore—sat in a barber's chair because he wanted to look good for his crush.

It feels a lot like pressing his thumb into the space between bruised ribs.

#sami rambles #i have no idea what this is apart from a few hundred words of buck punishing himself #enjoy !! #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fox #911 fic #911 fanfic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family fic #buck and christopher #hen wilson #chimney han #jee yun buckley han #denny wilson #buddie #buck x eddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #buck x eddie fic #buck x eddie fanfic #long post

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (44)

Festus: Hi, Coryo, my cabbage loving bestie, how’s life?

Coryo: Not good, not great, not terrible. How’s detention?

Festus: Great!

Coryo: You skipped it again, didn’t you.😒

Festus: As always.😌

Coryo: Well, good for you-

Festus: Me and Pup are planning to dumpster dive today. Wanna join?

Coryo: Sure. I’ll go. Free food is free food.

Festus: Exactly!

Coryo: But which dumpster are we raiding now?

Pup: Highbottom’s.😌

Coryo: Sign me up! Let’s go-

Apollo: Hey, guys, can we join too?

Diana: Pretty please?🥺

Festus: The more the merrier!

Coryo: But Seriously, guys, we should go now before Highbottom finds out and punish us again-

Sejanus: Hey, Coryo, my ✨LOVE✨, can I dumpster dive with you too?

Coryo: Why would you want to dumpster dive for food? You’re rich-

Sejanus: But I’ll protect you-

Coryo: From what? From rats??

Sejanus: Yes! So please take me with you!🥺🙏

Coryo: Okay, Babe. You can be our lookout.

Sejanus: Yey! Thanks, Coryo, my love, you’re the best!😘

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you say, Babe.

Pup: By the way, whose car are we taking?

Festus: Sorry. We can’t take mine. My mama said no.

Sejanus: My scheming old man will strangle me if he ever finds out.

Apollo: I only have a tiny scooter.

Diana: Me too.😞

Coryo: Well, don’t look at me. You all know that I don’t have a car-

Sejanus: I can give you one, my love!

Coryo: Not now, Babe.

Diana: Oh, I have an idea! We should just borrow Highbottom’s car instead!

Festus: Or Livia’s hot pink limousine.

Coryo: The one that sparkles under the sun?

Diana: How about we take both?

Apollo: That’s brilliant!

Sejanus: But we don’t have their car keys-

Androcles: Luckily, I already have them with me.😎

Apollo: Andie?!

Coryo: When did you get here?!

Festus: Shouldn’t you be in detention with me?!

Androcles: Detention? Never heard of her. But anyway, I got Livia’s sparkly car keys-

Diana: You stole them.

Androcles: Of course~.😏

Pup: But how did you get Highbottom’s?

Androcles: Felix gave them to me for safe keeping after that last fiasco-

Coryo: You mean that infamous ✨WinterFest✨ incident where drunk Highbottom tried to ram his car into Heavensbee Hall when Strabo Plinth asked me to dance with him?

Sejanus: To be fair, my drunk old man thought you were the infamously gorgeous Crassus Snow.

Coryo: Don’t remind me.😞

Androcles: Yup! That’s the one.

Apollo: Well, Andie, can you drive?

Androcles: No. But I have this fake driver’s license that I’ve stolen from Dennis last week. So-

Pup: That’s a yes for me!

Festus: I’ll drive!😎

Apollo: But I wanna drive.🥺

Diana: I call shotgun!

Coryo: Could be worse. Let’s go, Babe.

Sejanus: Best day ever!😍

*Hours later, inside Casca’s office*

Prof.Sickle: Sir, I think you need to turn on the news.

Casca: Why? It’s too early for me to watch Weather Boy embarrass himself in front of Panem-

Prof.Sickle: Just turn on the TV.

Casca: Ugh! Fine! There-

Lucky: Breaking News! Seven students from a certain Capitol Academy were caught recklessly driving the exclusive hot pink limousine of Monster Cardew- I mean, Mrs. Cardew!

Casca: I’m pretty sure those idiots don’t go to my school-

Lucky: Mr. Snow, are you aware that reckless driving is a serious crime?

Coryo: They just kidnapped me and my boyfriend, officer!

Sejanus: We’re innocent!

Pup: I don’t know these people!

Apollo: I’m too pretty for prison!

Diana: Livia gave us permission!

Androcles: You can’t arrest me! I’m a minor!

Festus: Dean Highbottom made us do it!

Lucky: Ok. Well, you heard it from them, folks! Dean Highbottom made them do it! Back to you, Malmsey!

Casca: FML.😩🔪

#tbosas #crack post #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #president snow #sejanus plinth #festus creed #livia cardew #lucy gray baird #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #the hunger games #thg #thg fic #tbosas incorrect quotes #thg incorrect quotes #casca highbottom #crassus snow #dean highbottom #strabo plinth #coriolanus x sejanus #crackship #snowjanus #snowplinth #suzanne collins #crack #thg fandom #bosas #lucky flickerman

[gregsnero]

some highlights of the philly tour i jotted down/remember (ones i got on video will be marked with a * and posted sometime)

- glenn in that fuckass chimney sweep hat Sorry*

- charlies favourite mac is badass mac. rob likes fat mac

- all of them expressing their solidarity with the strikes

- charlie singing rock flag and eagle and having to restart due to glenn effing around with the mic

- how when they were filming the strawberry mansion bridge scene in mac day EVERYBODY in the crews cars got broke into*

- mrs mac being based off of glenns friends dad

- rob taking nitrous oxide in the mann parking lot and then making out with girls

- how they were all drunk during the shooting of the highschool reunion due to them not knowing the show was going to get renewed

- discussion on how dennis likes to be bound

- glenn didnt know what dennis' tools were going to be*

- wretched glenn and charlie philly accents. truly awful*

- trash twins glass box blooper extended with opening 5 second shot of glenn staring straight into the camera #GlennJumpscare

- differences between them and their characters. glenn saying he doesnt have tools in his trunk and how he should and then going "not those kinda tools. RELAX guys"*

- only one who can make kaitlin break is glenn. i love them*

- glenn trying a cheesesteak for the first time. 4 different ones*

- rcg deciding on nightman cometh as being the best sunny episode, rob mentioning charlie work, gang hits the road + waterpark

NIGHTMAN COMETH PLAYED DURING INTERMISSION!! with lyrics karaoke version*

- them giving out free cheesesteaks during intermission

- them pointing out the costumes in the audience ESPECIALLY the one guy with the jean shorts demonstrating how low he could go

- rob whipping out his jalen hurts jersey with a signature that looks like a dick*

- KAITLIN SHOWING UP!!! dee chant*

- im so sad that i didnt get charlie and kaitlin moving their chairs closer together and poking/hugging eachother on video. god

- they went into kaitlins bog stunt and how kaitlin never refuses any stunt (PEOPLES PRINCESS!!!) and how shit was swimming around in the mud*

- rob and glenn tying on the fill in the sunny line game, glenn won (i think) and then they did this bro high five it was magical*

- live tiny boy baby boy followed by glenn + kaitlin making out (rob encouraging)*

- charlie singing dayman marriage song and i like life in paddys pub with bts slideshow behind*

- rob making the entire audience cry with his story about the philadelphian whispering hole*

- end show dayman song all in dusters throwing out t shirts

i cried the end

#general overview for those who couldnt go #apparently glenn said something about it being robs first time in a mann but i do not remember tjis #iasip #its always sunny #philly live pod #its always sunny in philadelphia #always sunny

[unsaidcurses]

could you do a what dating would be like with our lovely dennis hauger?? love you btw🤍

it's been a while but here you go! sorry for the long wait but uni restarted and i have an awful schedule, so i have very little time to write :((

your first date was set up by arthur, so after you got together he still claims he's your cupid

being invited to norway pretty damn often

that implies always freezing your ass

could dennis not be a bit flirty about it? clearly not

"here, take my jacket" "no dennis, you're gonna freeze and catch a cold, keep that thing" "i've a fleece under it, unlike you, so take it and shut up"

being brought to the craziest parties

if you search the definition of protective on the dictionary, you'll probably find a pic of him

getting drunk together on the beach

weekly subscription to his closet

every once in a while you go and steal something from it

his favourite picks are hoodies, redbull/prema merch and his underwear (he thinks you look stunning in them, don’t question)

watching a lot of movies and series together and commenting them like you were cinema critics

being treated like a queen

joking about how angry he looks whenever he's studying data

"dennis" "mh?" "you have a resting bitch face, you know?"

pick up lines all the time

probably in his head you're like midas, because he considers everything related to you pure gold

butt grabs in public

(either because you get turned on by it or cause you get all shy about it)

having long baths together where he let you play with his hair

hyping him up when he works out in the gym

flirting like you don't know each other for fun when you're attenging public parties

knitting him a sweater for when he's in Oslo

he wears it so ofter that he probably made mold in it

after some time together, you invented a new vocabolary to comunicate secretly, like kids do

that consist in dennis using norwiegian words and make them sound more english

this was after he couldn't find the words to compliment you

"oh my- you look, uhm... nydeliging?" "excuse me, what is that?" "i forgot how to say it in english. nydelig means that you look good. but like, good good." "you mean gorgeous?" "... yes."

#dennis hauger #dennis hauger imagine #dennis hauger x reader #f2 x reader #f2 #f2 imagine

[broiderie]

Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 27

Well... apparently having the two weeks from hell means that I go on a writing spree. I still have like half a notebook plus some more that's already written. I'll probably type some more up tomorrow. For now, I'm exhausted - and a little drunk - so this is as far as I got today.

Warnings: cursing, fluff, and show level talking about illegal shit.

Don't steal my shit. This is the only place it's posted. If you see it somewhere else, it's stolen.

Angel was the last one inside. He rolled the stained glass door closed behind him. 

Once everyone was seated, Bishop called the meeting to order. “Before we handle club business, we have some charter shit to discuss and bring to a vote.” He looked at Marcus. “Sorry, Padrino. New information.”

Marcus nodded. 

Bishop lit a cigarette and leaned forward. “It was brought to our attention that there is another tunnel to Mexico right in our backyard.” He paused and looked at Angel. “Tell them.” 

Angel took a deep breath and leaned forward as well, folding his hands on the table. Coco and Gilly both nodded at him. “When we raided the redneck ranch, Bishop sent us chasing Dennis. We told you he got away because he was shooting at us, and he did.” He paused and looked at Gilly. “It was also because while we were chasing him, Gilly and the Prospect fell into a hole in the ground. We stopped to pull them out. At first we thought it was some sort of animal den, but when we threw them down a light we found…”

Gilly took up the story. “It was a tunnel. A serious tunnel. We thought it was abandoned, but I went back to cover it up the next day and decided to check it closer.” He shrugged. “That branch was abandoned, but it led to another one that was in use. Working lights, supply stashes - everything. The Southern end ends at a locked hatch about a half mile into Mexico, but the Northern end -”

Bishop finished it, “The Northern end comes out in the cellar of the Ariza house.”

Every eye turned to Riz.

He sighed. “That tunnel is older than I am. My grandfather helped dig it. It belongs to Vickie. She uses it to help her girls. You know most of them don’t have papers. That’s what I was doing this afternoon. One of the girls hadn’t seen her baby in weeks, so I brought her mom and the baby to visit.”

Taza shook his head. “You should have told us.”

Riz sat forward. “It’s not affecting the club at all. I didn’t think it mattered.”

Hank growled. “Didn’t matter? And if you’d been caught using it? You’re an officer of this club. They’d never believe we didn’t know about it.” 

Bishop nodded sternly. “Hank’s right. You put us all in danger. We’re a club. Everything comes to the table, brother. You risked exposing us all without consulting us.”

“It’s not even my tunnel! There’s no action for the club!” Riz asserted.

Megan caught his eye. “There might not be any action, Riz, but there was risk. Every move we made would be suspect if someone found that tunnel that wasn’t us.” She shook her head. “We’d have lost the guns, the deal with the L.O. - everything.”

Taza agreed. “And it wouldn’t have stopped with our charter, brother. Every charter would be subject to suspicion. Probably even a R.I.C.O. investigation.”

Riz slammed himself backwards in his chair angrily.

Bishop raised a hand to forestall any more comments. “We need to vote this. Riz - step out.”

“This is bullshit!” Riz exploded and shoved himself back from the table before stomping out.

Megan shivered at his tone and reached to rub Rex’s ears under the table to hide her shaking hands. Hank slid her chair closer to his and his arm around her shoulders soothingly. It was only family. He could afford the affection in Templo.

Bishop ashed his cigarette and sighed. “We have to decide how serious this offense is.” He looked around and met everyone’s eyes. “Do we strip his patch?”

Megan sucked her breath in sharply but stayed silent. She didn’t have a say in this. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as Hank soothed her a bit by running his hand up and down her spine.

Creeper sighed and ran a hand over his bald head. “Man - it was stupid, but I don't think it was malicious. Riz would never risk the club on purpose.” 

Coco lit a fresh smoke. “That’s true, but he still did it.”

Bishop sat back and sipped whiskey, but stayed out of the discussion.

Hank shook his head. “But stripping his patch? Riz lives for this club. It’s why we voted him Secretario.”

Taza agreed. “But we also can’t trust him with that job if he’s not considering the club when he makes his decisions - especially when he does something like this.”

Gilly nodded. “I agree.”

Bishop finally spoke. “So do we let him keep his patch, but strip his rank then?”

Taza nodded. “I’ll second that idea. Strip his rank. He’s left a full member with his vote, but not an officer.”

“And not eligible to hold office again for at least two years,” Hank agreed.

Nods went around the table. Bishop met everyone’s eyes. “Alright then. Let’s vote.” 

The vote was unanimous. Taza stood to call Riz in, where Bishop informed him of the decision made by the club. 

Riz drew his belt knife and cut the stitching that held his rank flash to his kutte and threw it on the table. 

Bishop called for nominations for the position and it came to a unanimous vote that Angel took the flash - with Riz abstaining from the vote with Bishop’s blessing.

Once everything had settled, Bishop looked to the new Secretario. “Alright. Charter shit handled. Now - what did Adelita say?”

Angel smirked a bit. “La Princessa was right. Adelita and her people are the perfect ones to hide and keep those weapons for us. We saw their current camp. It’s impossible to find without the coordinates. We were right on top of it before we even knew it was there and their guards had us in sight long before that. And every mother fucker there is deadly. Kids included.” Angel lit a cigarette. “We just need to get them shipping details. The barrels can come into the port at Ensenada to a shell company that EZ has the details for. The L.O. will move it, assemble and guard. We just play delivery boys and deal with the buyers. L.O. gets twenty percent. SAMCRO gets five percent. Seventy-five percent of the profit goes to the club.”

Marcus grinned. “Everyone wins.”

Bishop chuckled. “Everyone wins. Any questions?”

Megan raised her hand and looked to Angel. “Did Adelita find out who was following us in the market?”

“Nah. She put a tail on them, but the kid lost them.” Angel shrugged. “She wants to keep meets to a minimum until we either figure it out or the first shipment gets here.”

Bishop nodded. “Any objection to Angel staying the go-between?” he asked before looking around. When there weren’t any, he nodded again. “Alright then. Any other business?” When no one had any, he banged the gael. “Good. We’re done here.”

Angel, Coco, and Gilly rose to leave with Riz right on their tail looking pissed. 

Creeper sighed and pushed himself up. “They’ll be in the cage before sundown.”

Bishop nodded. “Probably, but that’s on them.”

“I’ll go supervise -” Creep agreed. 

Bishop grinned. “You’re on your own, brother. We’ve got paperwork and Hank’s got a date.”

That made Creeper laugh and wink at Megan. “Alright. Fair enough.”

After he left, the elder members of the club all turned their eyes to Megan and Hank. “Hank, brother, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Bishop asked. 

Hank laughed. “It’s all planned out. We can leave whenever mi reina is ready.”

Megan giggled and stood up. “Alright. We’re going. Don’t spend all of your time gossiping about us.” She petted Rex’s ears again. “His harness and leash are behind the bar. I’ll have EZ fill his bowls. Should I leave the Templo door cracked so he can get out or do you want it closed?”

Taza laughed and stood to hug her tightly. “The pooch will be fine. We’ll be home late, so don’t wait up for us. Enjoy yourself, Chica.” He kissed her forehead and she felt his lips move as he muttered something in Apache against the crown of her head.

Megan hugged him back and smiled. “We will. Have fun doing paperwork.” She grinned as she went to hug her tíos too. They both said their goodnights before Megan gave the command for Rex to stay with Taza and joined Hank at the door to Templo.

Hank led the way to the car with a grin. “Are you excited to get to ride the bike again, mi amore?”

Megan nodded enthusiastically and slid into the passenger seat as Hank held the door open for her. “I really am. I love my car - but nothing beats riding the bike.”

“Good. We’ll head home to change before we head out.”

“Where are we going?” Megan asked as he joined her in the front seat.

“I promised you dinner and dancing, mi reina. I haven’t forgotten.”

At the ranch, Hank hung up their kuttes when they came through the door. Then he tugged her close by her waist to plant a kiss on her lips. When he finally came up for air, he couldn’t help but smile at the slightly dazed look on her face. “Alright, mi princessa. I’m going to do something I normally wouldn’t do.”

“What’s that?” she asked a bit breathlessly.

He tilted her chin up so she’d meet his eyes. “I’m going to make a request for your outfit. Will you please wear a dress for tonight? I don’t care which one - but you deserve a nice night and the dress will help with that.”

She smiled up at him. “Alright. But - you have to let me surprise you.”

He chuckled. “Going to short circut my brain?”

“Hopefully.”

“Alright, mi amore. Let me grab my stuff and I’ll get ready in Taza’s room.”

Hank grabbed the hanging suit bag from the closet and smiled. “You need anything before I go, mi princessa?” he asked, pulling her left hand to his mouth to kiss her crown ring. 

Megan smiled at him. “Will you help me change my earrings? I want to wear my pearls.”

“Of course, mi reina.” Hank carefully led her over to her dressing table and switched her earrings from the feathers he’d bought her to her crowned pearls. The backs were just too fiddly for her to do with the soft cast on. “Anything else?”

Megan touched the necklace she was wearing that matched Taza’s. “Can you help me swap this one out for grandmother’s pearls before you go?”

“Are you sure, mi amore? You haven’t taken it off since Taza gave it to you. You could leave it on,” Hank said, rubbing her shoulders gently.

“I’m sure. I’ve got my ring from Papa on. The pearls will look nice with the dress.” She smiled at him in the mirror. 

Hank nodded and carefully worked the slide knots to loosen the turquoise and silver piece. He took the pearls from the wooden carved box on the vanity and carefully fastened the gold clasp. “There. Beautiful.” 

Megan touched them and smiled. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He picked up his suit bag and kissed her softly. “Call if you need me.”

Hank quickly rinsed off the road dust in the hall shower before pulling the black suit that he usually wore to mass with Mama out. It was still pressed from the last time Mama had done it. He pulled the white collared shirt on over his wife beater and fussed with how high to button it. He couldn’t decide if the tie was a good idea. He finally decided against it and left his collar unbuttoned as well. 

As he was fixing his hair, there was a knock at the door. He quickly went to answer it, calling out “I got it” so Megan wouldn’t come out.

EZ stood there with the biggest bouquet of mixed wild flowers and roses Hank could order in a vase with a grin on his face. 

“Any trouble with the pick up?” Hank asked.

“Nah.” EZ handed him the flowers and a small white box.

“Good. Get going before she gets curious,” Hank told him with a grin.

EZ laughed quietly and threw his hands up in surrender for leaving Hank to finish getting ready. 

In the bedroom, Megan also had quickly rinsed the tunnel dust off in the shower without getting her hair wet. She couldn’t do much with it with the soft cast still on, so she pinned her twin braids into a knot at the base of her skull. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best that she could do without Taza there to help. Besides, this way her helmet wouldn’t knock it too badly.

She slipped into the shorts Letty had bought her for dresses and figured out how to make the sticky bra work after a quick text chain with the teen herself. Then she stood in front of the dresses in her closet and froze. 

Which dress? Hank had said “nice” but what did that mean, really? Before she could get too deeply in her head about it, Megan called Diana.

“Hola, Sweetheart. Everything alright?” Diana asked through the phone.

“Hey Tía. Sorry. I forgot you might still be driving. Everything’s fine. Just having a bit of a fashion trouble,” Megan assured her.

“You’re fine, Sweetie. I was just about to text you. We just got inside. What’s the matter?” Diana asked.

Megan could hear rustling as her aunt sat things down. “Well, Hank and I are finally going out tonight, but I’m not sure what to wear. He asked for dress because we’re going dancing.”

Tía Diana chuckled. “Ah. I understand. Can’t figure it out?”

“Yeah. Any chance you could help me?”

“Of course, Bebita. What’s Hank wearing?” she asked.

“He took his suit bag to change in Papa’s room.”

“Ah. Perfect. So he’s wearing a suit. What did the doctor say? Do we need to work around your sling?” Megan could hear the change as Diana sat down somewhere.

“No sling,” Megan told her.

“Beautiful. Alright, Sweetheart, swap me to video call so I can see what we’re working with.”

Megan carefully swapped the phone to a video call to show Diana her packed closet. “He said ‘nice’. What does that mean?”

Diana chuckled. “Good question. Which of these have you already worn?”

Diana walked Megan through narrowing down her choices. Both of the final contenders were very different. One was black with tiny spaghetti straps and a back that started right beneath her tattoo. The v-neck allowed her jewelry to be the spotlight as did the plain black fabric. The skirt went to just below her knees and was loose enough to be able to get on the bike.

The second dress was a deep red. The skirt was short, but full and would make a statement if they actually went dancing. It had a sweetheart neckline and straps that went off the shoulder. The back though, was where it really shined. The dress was backless to the small of her back, putting her tattoo on full display as well as a lot of her skin. 

Either dress would pair nicely with the classic black ballet flats that were her only dress shoe option until after her quince.

“How do I figure out which to wear, Tía?” Megan asked, staring down at her two choices spread on her bed.

“How do you want the night to end?” Diana asked. “That should give you an idea of how daring you want to be.”

Megan felt her cheeks warm as she thought about Hank’s promises for after she was out of her sling.

Diana laughed. “That face screams red dress, Sweetheart. I left a lipstick that should be great with it on your dressing table along with an eyeliner pencil and mascara. I know you know how to use those even if you don’t do it often.” She smiled. “You don’t need much makeup anyway, Princessa.”

“Thank you, Tía. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

Diana waved her off. “You’d have been fine, Sweetheart. Send me a picture when you’re dressed.”

They said their goodbyes and Megan hurried to use the makeup products Diana had left her before sliding into the red dress and flats. She smoothed her hair and took a few pictures with her phone to send to her tía and Letty. As a last minute decision, she also sent one to Taza. 

A moment later, her phone dinged with a text from her father. She checked it. “You look beautiful, Chica. Enjoy your night.”

Megan smiled and tucked her phone, wallet, and lipstick into a small black purse. She was ready. 

Hank had just slipped into his dress boots and suit jacket when his phone chimed three times from the table. It was his personal cell, not the club burner, so he didn’t worry too much about the texts being anything that could mess up his night. He laughed as he realized they were texts from Taza, Bishop and Marcus. He opened Bishop’s first. 

“Take your gun, brother. YOu might need it to keep the pendejos under control. She’s fucking beautiful.” Hank chuckled, but checked his ankle holster for his back up anyway. 

The text from Marcus simply said “you better do this right,” and Hank couldn’t help but smile. As the only married Mayan currently in Santo Padre, Marcus was certainly a man with strong opinions on how his god daughter should be treated. 

Taza’s text was a little different. “Be sure to tell her how beautiful she looks. Show her how a princessa should be treated. And lock the damn bedroom door!”

Hank laughed. He only replied to Taza’s message since he knew they were all together. “I’ll take good care of her. I promise. And yes - I’ll lock the door.” He slipped his phone into his jacket pocket before he settled it across his broad shoulders and reached for the flowers and box that EZ had dropped off for him.

He knocked on the bedroom door gently. “Mi reina? I take it from the text message I just got from Taza that you’re ready. Can I come in?”

“Come on in,” Megan called through the wooden door.

Hank opened the door carefully with his full hands and stepped into the bedroom.

Megan was standing in the middle of the room fiddling with her purse. She looked up and smiled as Hank came in.

His breath caught in his throat and his jaw dropped. He barely held onto his gifts. “Dios mío, eres tan hermosa, mi reina. How’d I get so lucky?”

Megan’s smile widened. “Usually when you slip into Spanish, I did good, so I’ll take that as a compliment.

Hank chuckled. “You’re beautiful, Megan. So God damned beautiful that my brain shuts down.” He stepped forward and offered her the flowers.

“Thank you! They’re beautiful. My first real flowers…” Megan bent to smell them with a giggle. 

“There will be plenty more, mi amore. I promise.”

Megan sat the vase on her dresser and fussed with them a moment before turning back to him. “You look great too.”

He smiled and offered her his hand so he could pull her close. He gently kissed her knuckles and smiled. “I got you one more thing.” He offered her the small white cardboard box that was tied with a green ribbon.

Megan took it, stepping closer to him to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

“Open it.”

She pulled the lid off the box to find a delicate pearl bracelet to match the rest of her jewelry. “Oh Hank… It’s gorgeous.”

He took it from the box and showed her where the clasp had an H and an M entwined engraved on it before fastening it around her left wrist. He pressed a kiss to the skin of her inner wrist with a smile. “Ready for a real date?”

“With you? So ready,” Megan said with a smile. 

Hank helped Megan into her armored leather jacket and helmet before putting his own on. EZ had also detailed Hank’s bike during Templo and dropped it off with the flowers and jewelry. It was parked out front. 

Hank mounted his bike and helped Megan to settle behind him. He savored how close she was to him and felt her arms come around his waist tightly before he started the bike and headed for town. 

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vacation belly by Natatat fantasyfeeder

Tony had been on "vacation" for about three months. Within that time judging from Instagram he did the same things he did here. Under the pretense of being on "vacation" he did them in even greater excess. Phrases like "go big or go home" and "why not" and "I'm on vacation I'm supposed to relax" became his everyday refrains.

I was jet lagged and starving when I finally saw my friend Lucy waiting for me in the airport to pick me up. We grabbed my stuff and headed to her car. She shoved my stuff in the back.

"So how was your trip?" She asked looking over at me and smiling as I struggled with my seat belt.

"It was awesome! I'm just starving and tired. Can we please go get food?" I finally got the seatbelt on and relaxed.

"Sure. Let's get some food in that belly." She laughed after lightly patting my belly.

She drove to the nearest place which just happened to be Denny's. Good thing too because it was now 11am and I still hadn't had breakfast yet well aside from the three meals I had on the plan because the stewardess gave me three when I told her how hungry I was. Plus a few extra desserts. But that was still like three hours ago.

"Oh my god this all looks amazing!" I was practically drooling.

"Well do you need a minute to choose?" The waitress laughed.

"Honestly I'm so hungry, I want everything on the menu." I could hear my stomach growling.

"I like a guy with a healthy appetite," she laughed. "Let me know what you decide on." With that she sashayed away. She was one hot waitress.

"So did you order?" Lucy came back just in time to catch me watching the sexy waitress walk away.

"What?no I can't decide. I just want to eat. And I want all the food."

"Why don't you just keep eating till you are full. Doesn't your brother typically pay for your stuff anyway?" Lucy said glancing at the menu.

"Yeah but I don't know what to start with." My brain was cloudy due to my stomach and slight erection from that waitress.

"Fine I will order for you." Lucy picked up the menu and called over the waitress.

"Did you two decide yet?" She asked.

"Yeah he will have the grand slam and a large chocolate shake. Can you handle that? That way you get to basically eat all the breakfast menu." Lucy smiles wickedly at me.

"I'm sure he can handle it." The waitress smiled as she headed back to the kitchen.

"I think she likes you." Lucy giggled. "I think she likes your pudge." She poked my belly.

"What pudge?" I was annoyed that she had interrupted my day dream about eating off that waitresses ass and tits.

"Aww that's so cute, you are in denial, haha." She poked me again and pinched me. "This pudge."

"It's not pudge, it's average." I said and crossed my arms over my middle and sucked in.

"Whatever you say, here she is with the food." Lucy smiled.

"Here you go sweetie, enjoy."

"Thank you." I gave her my best "Sexy pickup face" and she blushed.

"No problem." She really was smoking.

"If you are going to stare at least be subtle. Also I think your pants are getting a little tight there. You might want to cut back after this." Lucy poked me in the side and laughed.

"They are only tight cause I'm hard and cause I bought the wrong size." I said through a mouthful of pancakes. "Besides why do you care?"

"Oh my god seriously, you are so easy to turn on. That's really entertaining." She grinned at me. I tried to ignore her and focus on my daydream. I imaged eating all of this off that waitress's naked body, licking the syrup off her perfect tits while she fed me and stroked my cock and rubbed my belly telling me how much she likes a man with a healthy appetite.

"Wow finished already! You really are greedy aren't you?" Lucy laughed.

"Urrp, urrrrrrrpppppp, urrrpppp. I guess." I felt kinda drunk with food but still kinda hungry. My pants were digging in now. "Urrrrrrrrpppppppp, urrrrrrrrrrrrrp, ugh, urrrrrp. There now I have a little more room." I pushed my fist into my belly to release some more gas to make some more room. "Urrrrrp,urrrrp, urrrrrp."

"Did you guys want anything else?" The waitress was eyeing my food baby beginning to peak out over my jeans.

"Yeah can I get three orders of pancakes: one with Nutella, another with banana and chocolate chip, another with uh i don't you choose. And then an omelet with everything in it. And then a coke and a cookies and cream shake and some fries actually make it two orders of fries." I said not even believing my own ears.

"Sure I'll get right on it." The waitress looked as if she was going to lose it.

"Wow, um how are you going to eat that?" Lucy looked at me in utter disbelief.

" one urrrrrp, bite urrrrrrrp urrrrrrp, at a time urrrrrrrrrrp," I grinned impishly and rubbed my food baby. "Besides I'm going into hibernation mode when I get home."

"Hahahaaahhhh! Oh my god you are ridiculous!" Lucy had the cutest laugh.

"Okay here you go,don't go making yourself sick." The waitress looked flushed and nervous.

"Mmmmm thank you. I need to start hibernating when I get home so this is absolutely necessary." I said while stuffing the Nutella pancakes down.

"I'm sure it is." She smiled and giggled. "I'll bring out the rest in a bit, your appetite is hard to keep up with."

"Thank you, I really like eating."

"I can tell" she laughed. "Enjoy your food" she gave my belly a light pat causing me to burp." This elicited another giggle from her as she made her way back to the kitchen.

I don't know how I was still eating and I don't know why Lucy was watching me so intently. Anytime I slowed down she would tease me about my eyes being bigger than my stomach. And then I would shovel more food down.

"My my someone enjoyed their meal," The waitress had returned with our bill. She kept here eyes on my exposed belly now stuffed beyond belief. I occasionally let out a few hiccups and burps followed by some groans and moans. "You okay?" She asked sweetly.

"Yeah I think I just overdid it a bit. Urrrrp, it just tasted so good I couldn't stop. Urrrrrrrrp urrrrrrp, ohhh it is so stuffed and hard. Urrrrp I can't undo my jeans or belt. Urrrrp urrrrrp urrrrrrp hic, hic, urrrrrp. Ahhhgggg, I really overdid. I should probably stop doing this." I rubbed my belly desperate for relief. I was out of breath just sitting there. There was still half of my coke left and then another huge milkshake.

"I think it's good that you enjoy your food. Did you want me to take away the dishes?"

"Yeah" she started gathering up the mess and as she grabbed the unfinished milkshake and coke I stopped her. "No leave those I want them still."

"Okay I'll just grab the rest."

"Wow you are so fat." Lucy said as she watched me struggle to finish the coke and milkshake. "Look at all this" She smacked my belly.

"Ughh owww, don't do that." I almost choked on the shake I was chugging.

"Why cause you aren't done eating?" She laugh and shook my bloated and stuffed belly. "Tony you are getting kinda fat" she laughed.

"I'm not urrrrrrrp fat, I'm just urrrrrrrp hic bloated and have a food baby." I had finally finished all the food. And was struggling to unbutton my pants. I gave up covered in sweat and out of breath.

"Okay whatever you say." Lucy laughed at me giving my belly a smack.

"Here you go." The waitress placed the bill on the table and I automatically just gave her my credit card. " I'll be right back."

"You are so greedy and shameless." Lucy giggles.

"What? She is hot." I was hard and wanted to jack off but I was so stuffed and tired. My jeans were cutting me in half. I don't think I could get them off on my own.

"Here's your card back have a wonderful day. Oh and come by anytime." She smiled at me handing me a large doggy bag and slipping a card into my hand. "You gotta get nice and stuffed if you are going to last through winter." She giggled as she gave his stuffed belly a pat. His belly jiggled a bit still and her hand sunk in a bit. She turned red I guess she wasn't expecting it to still be squishy.

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[queeniecook]

June 12

Since the other night – Denise and Jillian Ambrose had kept quite on their plans for Garrett from him. Jillian had called Dakota and Joey, asking if they could come to San Sequoia for an intervention for her Dad. Unfortunately Dakota is set to be deployed to Hidden Springs today which Jillian understands. Thankfully Joey is able to come to provide guidance.

Andrew has been told what is going on and decided he wanted to go spend time at a friend’s house instead. Jillian thinks it would be good for Andrew to be there during the intervention but he’s almost eighteen and capable for making his own choices.

The mother and daughter duo, along with Joey, wait for Garrett to return home from work. The moment Garrett walks in the door, he knows something is up because of everyone’s faces and the fact that Dakota’s brother is in the house, a fuzzy memory hits him of seeing Joey in a bar .

Denise is joined on the couch by her husband, she feels nervous and sick to her stomach. She doesn’t want to do this but knows she has to.

“Denny?” Garrett asks softly. He has a good idea what this is all about. After his daughter had to literally support him so he could get into his own house and he yelled at her, he’s starting to see he has a problem. 

Denise finally looks over at her husband “I love you very much. We’ve been together since our senior year of high school and I can’t picture my life without you.” she begins, glancing over at Jillian, who is seated in the chair across from them. Joey is pretending not to listen while looking at a tree frog that the family has. “That’s why I can’t let this go on any longer. Honey, you need help. Coming home drunk….climbing in bed with our teenage son, mistaking him for me…yelling at our kids when they haven’t misbehaved…it’s not you.”

Garrett, despite his love for his family feels a bit attacked though he isn’t being attacked. He hears Joey step closer. “The thing with Andrew with an accident, it was dark and I wasn’t used to that house yet. I didn’t do anything inappropriate to him.” He defends himself.

“He knows that and I know you didn’t do anything either.” Denise assures him, Joey warned her if Garrett feels attacked he may refuse help. 

Garrett relaxes slightly “I do feel bad for yelling at you, Jillian. I’m sorry.” He says to his daughter, looking over at her. Jillian slightly nods but remains quiet. This is Denise’s time to speak. 

“I’ve arranged for you to stay at a rehab center in Granite Falls for a month, longer if needed.” Denise starts.

“I can’t do that, what about my job?” Garrett asks her. How will the bills get paid? They aren’t rich people and himself and Jillian are the only ones bringing in any money currently. 

“I spoke with your boss, your spot is safe until you return.” Denise tells her husband, the money situation is a worry for her as well. 

“We still can’t pay our monthly bills on what Jillian earns at the bookstore.” Garrett counters. He doesn’t want to go away and go through rehab but he is legitimately worried about leaving his family to fend for themselves.

“I know and that’s why I’m going back to work.” She knows Garrett won’t care for the idea. Denise hasn’t worked since she was pregnant with Jillian. 

“But I promised you that you would get to be a stay-at-home Mom once our first child was born…” Garrett objects brokenly, the weight of his actions starting to weigh down on him.

Denise moves off the couch and kneels before her husband of twenty plus years, cradling his face in her hand. “Honey, I’m fine with it. I got my undergraduate degree in business and hardly used it. It’ll be kind of nice to put it to use, to be honest.” She tells him, brushing a tear away from his cheek. “The most important thing is that you get the help you need and come back to us.”

Garrett stares at his wife, feeling some of his resistance slip away. He knows he needs to do something about his drinking. Not only for his family but for himself. His behavior lately is not who he is as a person. He doesn’t like who he sees when he looks in the mirror anymore which makes him want to drink even more.

Garrett stands and hugs his wife tightly as she places a kiss on his forehead. “I’m going to make a few more calls while you talk with our daughter.” She whispers before releasing him.

“Jilly Bean….I’m so sorry…” Garrett tells her, she seems more closed off to him than his wife. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you the other night, you were just trying to help me.”

Jillian nods, trying not to cry. “Are you going to rehab?” She asks softly. 

“Yes. I’m going. I need to, for all our sakes.” Garrett tells her sincerely. He wants to hug his daughter but she seems like she wouldn’t have it at the moment. 

“I do love you, Dad. It’s just…hard. For more than one reason…” Jillian trails off as Garrett slowly steps closer to her. Joey stepped outside with Denise after he felt Garrett wasn’t going to flee or blow up on someone. 

“I love you too.” Garrett assures her, which makes Jillian burst into tears.

Even though she may push him away, Garrett places his hand on his first borns’ back and starts rubbing it like he did when she was little and would have nightmares about witches and warlocks.

“Dad…I think I might be pregnant.” Jillian admits through sobs. She hadn’t planned to tell him, worried it might be too much for him right now but she felt she needs to tell someone. 

Garrett almost falls over once he realizes what Jillian just told him, but he remains steady and keeps rubbing her back. This news has motivated him even more. He may have a possible grandchild on the way and he’s not going to stand in the way of himself being around for it.

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[arrieebooks]

Precious weapon (1)

Lloyd Hansen x f!OC x Sierra Six

Summary : The CIA assigns their two most valuable assets to safely retrieve a living weapon in a third world country. They thought it would just be another easy and quick mission but they had no idea what they'd be walking into.

In order for this story to work, the Gray man plot never happened. So it's just Sierra six and Lloyd Hansen before all of it, working for the CIA and it's their first time meeting in person.

And Lloyd is still Lloyd, but the only difference is he's working for the CIA and not the private sector.

Character has a name but she's only called with a nickname here because her identity has been a secret her whole life.

Warnings : Mentions of murder and drug abuse but not detailed. Age gap but not really a big deal. A lot of of alcohol. Bathroom fingering. Public fingering. Voyeurism. Character can't get drunk so she's not being taken advantage of.

Word count : 10.8k words.

They're in Berlin. One of the CIA stations. In a small, discreet, meeting room listening to Denny Carmichael ramble about their mission.

Lloyd is bored. Six is paying attention.

It'll be their first time working together and they don't exactly get along.

"So, any questions before you get on the plane?" Denny asks.

But they're the most valuable assets to the CIA and this mission requires both of them. They're the best of the best, as well.

Lloyd glances at him from his laptop. "Uh, yes. Where are we going again?"

He huffs. "Have you not been paying attention to anything I've just said earlier? You gotta take this mission seriously, Lloyd. We have no idea what we're facing here. A threat or maybe a weapon that we can use. You both need to identify that and bring this person back to the states."

Six raises his hand to ask. "Do you even have their file? Because it seems like you don't even know who we're dealing with."

Denny nods. "You're right, we don't. That's for you two to find out once you're there. I'll be sending an IT team with you to track the person. We only know their last known location where they destroyed a whole building last week. Without any trace of a bomb. This person had some sort of abilities."

Lloyd frowns, growing curious. "What? How is that even possible? So does this mean we're handling a fucking terrorist?"

"Maybe, or maybe not. Like I said before, it's for you two to find out once you're in the country." Denny repeats.

"Which country are we going again? You haven't answered that earlier." Lloyd asks again.

"Jakarta, Indonesia. Better get ready for your flight now. It's going to be a really long one." He announces, leaving the meeting room.

Lloyd rolls his eyes at that. He doesn't like visiting third world countries, especially for a mission. He just hopes this is going to be an easy in and out mission, like always.

Six simply nods, remembering everything Denny had just said earlier. And he'll do his damn job without a single complaint.

It's going to be a simple mission. At least, that's what they think.

***

"You got a full bar on this thing?" Lloyd asks the flight attendant while walking up the jet with Six, an IT team and a bunch of field agents behind him that Lloyd insisted on bringing just in case something happened there, he needs back up.

"Yes, sir." The flight attendant replies.

He needs a drink or two if he's going to have to endure a fifteen hour plane ride with Six beside him the whole time. Six never really talks, unless spoken to but Lloyd just doesn't like the guy.

Six's better than Lloyd and he knows it. That's what annoys him. He's got street cred, does his job without complaining and gets it done, quick. He could focus on the task at hand even under pressure or with a distraction. And he's unbothered all the time, no matter the circumstances.

But if he was being honest with himself, he does need Six for this mission if it were to go sideways. Six is back up enough, more than the half a dozen, best of the best field agents that he brought with him because he really is that good.

Lloyd just doesn't want to admit that.

***

Either the plane is going awfully slower than usual or Lloyd just can't wait to get off this plane any sooner — he just can't bear it anymore. And it's only been four hours.

His neck hurts. He can't sleep comfortably in a damn chair. And especially with everyone behind him talking and talking about the mission, non-stop. He can't get some peace here.

Six is sitting beside him, and the fucker is sleeping like a baby. So peaceful. He's the only man asleep in this plane. And his sleeping position is quite uncomfortable with his head resting on the window and his arms crossed against his chest. But he's used to it already.

He can sleep anywhere and anytime. He was trained like that.

But Lloyd can't. He needs a huge comfy bed to sleep in. And unfortunately for him, the room here is occupied for the IT team and it's not like he can sleep with a lot of people here. He likes his privacy and peace.

"Lloyd," Six calls him and he snaps his head towards him.

He frowns. "Weren't you just asleep?"

Six nods. "Yeah. It was a short nap. I'm awake now. I need to ask you a question." He says.

"What's the question?" Lloyd asks, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"I was just wondering why you guys needed me. It's a retrieval mission, I don't usually do those. I only kill people, not bring them safely." Six asks.

"Actually, it's not just a retrieval mission. We also need to find the son of a bitch first, which is the hard part and then, get them." Lloyd says, "And you're back up."

Six frowns, his eyes wandering to the field agents behind them and he looks back at Lloyd. "Back up? Why do you need me for back up when you have the best of the best CIA field agents with you?" He asks.

Lloyd groans. "Look, I don't know the exact reason why they wanted you in particular but I'm guessing it has something to do with your experience. But if I was being honest, I don't want to work with you either." he admits.

"I didn't say that. I'm just not used to working with people or having partners. I'm used to working alone, all these years." Six tells him, bluntly.

He rolls his eyes. "Me neither. But this will be a very short mission, probably will only last for a few days. And then after that, we won't have to see each other again." Lloyd gives him a mocking smile.

Six nods. "Yeah, sure. Missions don't always go as planned, you know." He reminds him.

And, he's right.

Lloyd scoffs. "Shut up and go back to sleep." He grumbles.

***

They're here. In Jakarta.

Not even an hour that they've been here and Lloyd's already complaining and grumbling about how horrible the traffic is that it's getting them stuck in this car now.

It's only 7pm and Lloyd just needs to bury himself in a nice, expensive bed in a five-star hotel as usual. He didn't get any sleep throughout the fifteen hour plane ride. He couldn't sleep in an uncomfortable chair.

Six is in the same car with him, completely unbothered that they're stuck in a traffic. He's just staring at the night view of the city, observing the different buildings and the cars around him. The moonlight illuminates his dark blonde hair and his blue eyes. He took off his jacket suit earlier so he's only wearing a thick, black shirt — it's still hot in this country even at night.

He's never been to this country before which gets him a little bit excited just like every time he's visiting a new country. He won't ever admit that but he does enjoy going to different countries around the world, exploring their food, their culture all while doing his job which is to kill a target in that said country. He knows he can only enjoy those things for a little while but at least he can still enjoy it.

He knows nothing lasts long for him — he can only enjoy things for a short period of time and he's accepted that.

"Do these assholes even know how to drive here?" Lloyd grumbles. Again. For the hundredth time now.

Six sighs, looking over to him. "There's just too many people in this city. I looked it up. Ten million people here. That's the whole population of Belgium." he tells him.

Lloyd rolls his eyes. "I didn't fucking ask. I just need to get out of here as soon as possible but it seems almost impossible to get out of this shit hole of a traffic. We're practically stuck. Maybe, we could tell the local traffic police over there that we're CIA and then they'll finally let us through."

He shakes his head. "No. Lloyd, we can't do that. If you do that, then the local police will alert the government that we're here and what we're doing here isn't exactly a mission we can tell them. It's a classified mission." Six reminds him.

Lloyd sighs. "Yeah, yeah. It's a shadowy mission, whatever. How the fuck are we going to get out of this traffic, then?"

Six thinks for a moment, remembering all those times he was in countries like this before with even worse traffic and an idea pops up in his head. "Tell the driver to look for a nearby shortcut. It should be in small alleys but the car could still fit." he says.

Lloyd looks at Six, not as surprised. Because he was right. Six did have a lot of experiences with countries like this and he's starting to be useful. "Okay. Um, thanks." he says before telling the driver exactly what Six had said.

And, he was right.

They got out of the traffic sooner than later.

***

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lloyd yells at his phone, Denny being on the other line as Six shakes his head quietly.

He's pissed. Very fucking pissed.

He thought he was getting a five-star hotel just as usual, but Denny insisted for them to stay close to the last known location of the target and he got them a shitty fucking apartment that's three-stars — it's the best here. Because apparently, there are no five-star hotels in this part of the city.

And, he couldn't even get a four-star hotel here. He needs to stay in the apartment where the team is with him so if there's any new information or something happened, they could act quickly.

Six doesn't really give a shit where they're placing him, as long as it's safe and there's a bed for him to sleep in. He's slept in worse places.

"There aren't even any CIA safe houses here? Are you sure?" Lloyd asks again.

There isn't. The CIA doesn't have a station here which means they don't have jurisdictions over a safehouse that belongs to them. They could buy a house but it won't exactly be a safehouse, just a house.

Lloyd needs to rectify this. He can't buy a house but he can buy something better than that; a penthouse. Plus, with that, the team can be closer to him.

"Fine. We'll stay here for the night but tomorrow, we'll be moving into a penthouse nearby." Lloyd sternly says over the phone and Denny agrees as always before he hangs up the phone.

He huffs, shoving his phone onto his pocket and he looks at Six, who's already settled on the couch with his legs prop up on the coffee table. "This is a shitty city." Lloyd remarks.

Six looks up at him and scoffs. "You've never been to India. It's way worse." he says.

Lloyd sighs. "Yeah, okay. Well, I need a fucking drink. And something else. So, let's go to a club. I bet it's good as fuck here." he smirks, taking his phone out to search for clubs or bars here.

He frowns. "Can we even go?"

"Yeah, our work doesn't start until tomorrow. So, tonight, we can do whatever the fuck we want. You coming or not? If not, I can always go alone." He says.

Six chuckles and Lloyd looks at him, weirdly. He's never heard him chuckle before. "Why did you invite me in the first place, then?" he asks.

Lloyd smirks again. "Because two white guys attract more girls here."

He lifts his eyebrows. "Girls? No, I'm not doing that. Not tonight. Not here." Six clarifies.

Not that he doesn't need to get laid but he just got here. He hasn't even seen how the people are like here. He usually observes and analyzes first. Plus, he just wants to do his damn job in this country.

He doesn't have the desire to do that now.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, his eyes still focused on his phone. "Hah! I got it. It's a pretty famous club, it's close to the American embassy so it's safe as fuck for us and it's in the center of Jakarta. If you don't want to get fucked, then just go for the drinks and the food, jeez." he looks back at Six.

Six contemplates on his offer. He doesn't exactly have anywhere else to go right now and he is pretty hungry, he could go for some good food right now. So he finally says, "Alright. Let's go."

Lloyd smirks at that. Maybe Six isn't as boring as he thought he is.

***

The club that Lloyd chose is very fucking loud. Six grimaces at the loud music playing as they walk through the main bar.

Six is wearing a leather jacket. Lloyd is wearing his usual fancy, polo shirt that's plain black.

The local girls here are starting to stare at them while they sit on the bar stools and Lloyd knows it. But he hasn't seen anyone interesting yet.

Lloyd orders some shots and Six orders a fancy cocktail and a sandwich.

Six begins to observe his surroundings. There's a lot of other foreigners here which makes him think he's in the right place. Though, he only spots the guys. Not the girls. He doesn't see any foreigner girls, just the local ones.

And he immediately thinks he's in the wrong place — he might be in a fucking brothel disguised as a club. Shit.

"Hey, Lloyd!" Six yells through the loud music.

Lloyd looks at him while he takes a shot, casually. "What?" He asks.

"What kind of place is this?" Six asks.

He frowns. "What do you mean? It's a fucking bar or club or whatever. They have good drinks and good food." Lloyd defends.

"Really? Because it looks to me that it's a brothel for white guys." Six juts his chin, gesturing behind them where the local girls are flirting with some white dudes in their table.

Lloyd laughs at that. "I wouldn't have brought you to a fucking brothel! Oh, you saw the local girls here. Yeah, someone told me that it's just their thing here. They hunt white guys. There's a name for it, um, wait. Bule hunter? Yeah! That's it. That's what it's called."

Six chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a sip of his cocktail. "Oh. Okay. You into those kinds of girls, Hansen?" He teases.

Maybe it's the alcohol that's making them get along better or just easing up their tension. But, whatever it is, they're both enjoying the temporary loose feeling that doesn't require them to always stay alert and stiff.

"Nope. I'm going to look for someone that isn't like any of them. You'll see." Lloyd smirks, gulping another shot that stings a little in his throat.

***

Being haunted by guilt is fucking miserable.

Guilt should only be felt when someone bad does something wrong to the people who don't deserve it.

And not when they actually deserve it and not when the person who did it, never meant for it to happen.

It just did.

But, she guesses that it's because she isn't a bad person. Because if she was, she wouldn't have felt guilt in the first place.

Now, all she wants to do is get rid of that feeling — that's haunting her every single waking second and even when she's asleep, giving her horrifying nightmares.

It's been over a week since it happened and she feels pathetic.

She has tried a lot of things to numb the guilt. Pain killers, anti-depressants, she even tried making a serum just for herself but it still didn't work.

So, she retreated to the next best idea to numb things — alcohol and clubs.

Clubs aren't really her scene. She prefers drinking a beer or two at home or at a chill bar nearby where she doesn't need to dress up.

So this is her very first time in an actual club.

But she wanted to get out of her comfort zone, just for once. She needed to let loose.

Even if it's just for a night. Just one single, harmless night.

"I need to see your ID please." The doorman asks her, in front of the club and she was a bit stunned since no one ever asked for her ID back at home.

But she forgot that this isn't the chill bars she's used to go back at home.

She nods, showing her ID to him before he lets her in shortly.

Her ears buzzed painfully as the loud music settles in. Shit. She forgot her condition, but maybe alcohol will help with that.

She quickly rushes over to what she thought was the entrance bar that was chill and not that loud but she was wrong.

She stumbled into the main bar, where she can already feel some guy's eyes staring at her and maybe it's got something to do with how young she looks.

She looks younger than her actual age but it's only because of her condition. She never asked for it. Plus, she's also wearing a rather short dress but a polite one. It's a dark blue, floral dress, a huge ribbon on her cleavage but still manages to show her skin.

And that, she looks rather different from the other girls here. She's not exactly a local but also not a foreigner. She's in between, she's mixed.

She knows she has to turn around now, go to the entrance bar instead. But she reminded herself why she wanted to go here in the first place — get out of her comfort zone.

So, she calmly walks to the bar, not giving a shit on how the local girls are eyeing her like she doesn't belong here and how the foreign guys are looking at her body up and down, inappropriately.

For once in her life, she can actually care less on what people think of her.

She wasn't watching where she's going while she walks to the bar stool absentmindedly and suddenly, a hard, tall body bumps into hers and a pair of strong arms catches her waist, steadying her from falling.

Shit.

Slowly, she looks up at the man through her lashes with her wide, innocent eyes and she's flustered as she meets his green eyes, staring down at her. She's frozen in her tracks. She could so easily blow this man's head off with her mind for touching her inappropriately, if she wanted to but somehow — she doesn't. Not this time.

Lloyd cocks his head to the side, furrowing his brows as his eyes examine her from head to toe, curiously. She looks different. She's wearing a cute little innocent dress that he has never seen a girl wear in a club. He can tell that this is her first time in clubs like this. Her hair's a mix of black and brown, and she's got natural curls. She doesn't look like a local girl or a foreigner — a little bit of mix. She is so fucking gorgeous, too. And he can see the blush on her cute cheeks. He thinks she's cute, too.

She stares at him too, examining his face. He has a 70s porn star stache or a trash stache that she's so into. His hair is slicked back, chocolate brown. His green eyes are fucking glowing in the darkness. The corner of his mouth twitches. She can feel his eyes burn on hers. Fuck, he's hot.

She thought he's just another white guy here but he looks different. She notices something different about him but she can't quite put her finger on what it is. She feels like he's different. She's seen a bunch of other white guys before, right in this city but he's different. He might be the most attractive and sexiest one she's ever met, though. But he looks older than she prefers.

No. He looks different in a way that he's new to this country. And she knows better to think that a foreigner would ever go to Jakarta for vacation — they're all here for work. And he doesn't look like the type to work a 9-5 job here.

Either he's a secret spy or just a normal rich guy doing business here.

Six glances at Lloyd, noticing he's been holding a woman he can't quite see for a few minutes now. He frowns at that. He's not about to let Lloyd harass a woman here. He's so against that.

He gets off the bar stool, approaching Lloyd as he taps his shoulder and she glances at him. "Hey, what are you doing—" Six cuts himself off as his eyes meet her beautiful, brown ones.

Fuck.

He's frozen in his tracks, staring at her. The infamous Sierra Six is practically paralyzed, gazing at the beautiful woman in front of him, too mesmerized of the sight. He's never seen anyone like her. And he's travelled the whole fucking world. She's too fucking beautiful and her eyes—so innocent, looking up at him with her pink, plumb lips parting.

She's stunned to see the other guy, staring at her like she's the only woman in the world and she examines him. Huh. He looks different too. And he's hot as fuck. Blondes aren't usually her type but she could make an exception just this one time.

Finally, she clears her throat and glances at both of them. "Sorry. Um, I wasn't watching where I was going." Her voice comes out soft and almost, shy.

Lloyd smiles, his hands leaving her waist as he nods. "That's fine, sweetheart. I'm glad you did bump into me. Now, let me buy a drink. What would you like?" he asks, confidently.

Because no one ever tells Lloyd no.

She chuckles. Everything in her is saying that she should refuse his offer now. She knows that this is some kind of tactic of theirs to lure a girl home. She knows what to do to him — just reject him and leave and if he can't take no for an answer then she'll actually blow his head off. At least, that's what she's supposed to do.

But, then again, she came here to get out of her comfort zone and not get back in it.

So, she nods as she hops on the bar stool beside Lloyd. Six sits right beside her in which she doesn't mind because frankly, she likes both of them.

"I'll have a sex on the beach." She tells the bartender. She needs something refreshing.

Lloyd smirks, leaning his arms on the table as she looks at him. "I love those, too. Very exotic. Though, the sand getting in is a bit of a trouble sometimes." he whispers.

She laughs, getting his dirty joke. He isn't talking about a cocktail. "Wow. Okay. Too bad though, there aren't any beaches in this city for us to do so." she flirts back and his smirk grows bigger.

Yeah, two can play the game.

Six glances at her, contemplating whether he should greet her or not. He's not going to try to flirt with her, that's for sure. He's not used to doing the flirting thing. Girls just usually come to him. And he doesn't want to ruin the moment between her and Lloyd.

The bartender hands her the cocktail and she immediately sips on it, the alcohol hitting her throat just the way she wanted it to. And now, she can let loose.

Lloyd leans into her so he doesn't have to yell through the music, "What's your name?" he finally asks.

She smiles. "I just have a nickname, what everyone calls me. Because my real name's a bit complicated, I guess. So, just call me Elle."

He's even more interested in her now, he likes complicated women. Lloyd smiles again, for the second time tonight. "I'm Lloyd. Are you a local?" he asks.

Elle chuckles. "No, I'm not. I'm also not a foreigner if you were wondering. I'm mixed. Technically, I'm an American citizen and an Indonesian citizen as well. I've been living my whole life here. Only been to the states a few times, never lived there. Are you an American?" she asks back.

Lloyd nods. "Yes. I am. See, that's why you look different from all the other girls here."

She scoffs. "Tell me, does that line always work for you?" Elle jokes.

Six chuckles from behind them. "It always does with him." he retorts and she turns to him, much to his surprise.

She smiles at him. "Hey, are you his friend?"

"More of a work partner." Lloyd replies.

Elle stares at Six, "Oh. So you're here for work?" she asks.

Six nods. "Yeah, we are." he confirms.

"What's your name?" She asks him.

He chuckles. "Well, my name's also a nickname like yours. Call me Six."

She laughs. Six? Why does that sound like an agent name and not a nickname? She's starting to realize something now. They're here for work but not for a business. They're working for the CIA. Both of them. Fuck.

She can only guess why they're here, to find out who blew up that building nearby where she lived. Shit. Shit. Shit.

They can't know. If they knew, they'll kill her or worse.

And again, another red flag. An alarms goes off in her head, telling her to get the fuck out of there right now, run as fast as she can.

But she doesn't want to.

Despite of how sexy they're both are, she's staying because of something else. There's something else drawing her to them, like a fucking magnet. Like something that can't be denied — fate.

And somehow, she feels safe in a weird, twisted way. She feels like she could trust them despite of their jobs and the obvious.

Six's lips curve into a relaxed smile, because for once he can actually let loose and not be so alert all the time. He feels safe with her, too.

Lloyd feels something else, however. He wasn't actually expecting to get laid tonight in this club, he just went here for the drinks. To blow off some steam because he was pissed where he had to stay tonight.

He also didn't see anyone interesting to fuck earlier. Until her. And maybe he can't do that here, but he can at least get a taste from her or he's going to get real cranky for the whole night.

"Hey, is this seat taken, handsome?" A local woman's voice asks with an Indonesian English accent, pointing to the seat next to Lloyd's.

Lloyd doesn't even look at the woman behind him as he keeps his eyes on Elle instead. "No, it's not. Obviously." he replies.

Elle frowns, trying to figure out what he wants. She's right here and he wants another woman? Maybe one isn't enough for him? Maybe she should leave now?

"Six, let's go buy a table. Elle, you coming?" Lloyd casually asks as he hops off the bar stool, waiting for her response.

Oh.

Huh.

That's what he wants.

She nods, looking back at Six. "Your work partner is full of surprises. Are you like that too?" Elle asks with a smile.

Six chuckles as they both hop off the bar stool together. "Maybe," he whispers as his mouth twitches.

***

Lloyd bought a table that's a booth, fit for only the three of them. In the very corner.

Elle sits with Lloyd and Six is across from them. This booth is too small. It's dark here so no one can actually see them from the center.

They can do almost anything they want.

She ordered a few refreshing cocktails in which she drank way too quickly. Five cocktails in total and she's still sober as fuck.

She should've known that even alcohol couldn't help with her condition, it's too powerful. But at least, it's letting her loose a little bit. With Lloyd's and Six's help too.

They're fun.

Six wants to stay sober so he could still stay alert, just to be safe. Lloyd is almost drunk, just a little bit tipsy after a few shots.

"How are you still not drunk?" Lloyd asks, curiously.

Elle giggles, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." she jokes. Kind of.

He laughs. "That's usually my line, sweetheart."

She lifts her eyebrows. "Of course, it is. Because you're both CIA agents, right?" she says but immediately regretting it and hoping they would just take it as a joke.

Shit. You fucking idiot.

Lloyd doesn't even notice that she's being serious as he laughs again. "Yeah, sure!"

Six heard that despite of the live music band playing loud, in the background because the booth is really that small. He frowns, noticing her serious tone. "Elle?" he calls out.

She looks at him, "Yeah. I'm serious. Look, I know this isn't exactly an ideal place to talk about this seriously but I guess fate just brought us here together. So, I'm the weapon. Surprise." Elle breaks the new, sober.

Lloyd just got sobered up real quick as he widens his eyes. He never widens his eyes, ever. He grabs both of her shoulders harshly, turning her to him. "Don't joke about that, sweetheart. I like you enough to not do what I'm supposed to do, and I'm not really in the mood to kidnap you right now." he says at her face, almost as a threat.

She shakes her head. "I'm not fucking joking or lying. Not about this. I have abilities so that's how I knew you're CIA. I felt it." she tells him.

Six leans onto the table. "Lloyd, let her go. I fucking mean it. Or this bar will turn upside down real quick. We can talk about this nicely. Let. Her. Go." He says, sternly.

He rolls his eyes, letting her go as he looks at Six. "Who's to say she's not going to blow up this bar right now?" Lloyd retorts.

"Because I don't want to. That incident—it was a fucking mistake, okay? But they did deserve it. Anyway, you'll know why I did what I had to do, you'll find out sooner enough. You're CIA after all. But what I need to know is, why are you here, in Jakarta? I know you're not going to kill me, so what?" Elle asks.

Six sighs. "We're supposed to find you and then bring you back to the states, safely. That is, if you'd cooperate." he tells her.

Lloyd grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. "And why did you come here?" he asks.

She looks at him straight in the eyes. "Same as everyone else. To drink, get fucking drunk until I could forget about everything that's going wrong in my life. I do feel guilty about what happened, you know? I'm not a monster. I'm just a girl who got caught up in the wrong place."

Lloyd lets her chin go as his face relaxes a little bit, leaning onto his chair. "Oh. Well, it is hard to believe that you did all that. Not because you're a woman—"

She cuts him off. "I know, I look very young. I get that a lot. It's my condition, comes with the super human abilities. I was a science experiment. And, I'm a witch from my mother's ancestors. That's it, you know everything about me now." Elle casually says.

Lloyd and Six widen their eyes, staring at each other in confusion. This wasn't what they expected their night would be like.

"Really?" Six is in disbelief.

"Woah, what? A science experiment, I can get behind but a witch? I thought those were just urban legends." Lloyd says.

Elle nods. "It is. I'm the only one in the world who's still alive. Well, at least the only powerful one. The others are just amateurs who focuses their weak energies on tarot cards and manifestations. Anyway here, I'll show you." she says before looking at her cocktail glass, focusing on it as it slowly raises to the air.

Telekinesis might be her favorite spell yet.

Lloyd audibly gasps and Six widens his eyes even bigger as she smirks at their reactions, while the glass lands on the table again. "See? Now, what's your plan with me?" she asks.

Six looks at her. "Well, it's kind of hard to decide that considering where we are right now. So, we'll just decide that tomorrow. We'll set up a time and place—"

Lloyd cuts him off. "No. You're coming home with us." He orders.

She turns to him. "Why does that sound like you want me to come home with you so you could fuck me and not to keep me safe because it's your mission to do so?" Elle assumes, almost teasingly.

He smirks, leaning on her face. "Maybe it's both." Lloyd says, "But you have no idea what kind of danger you're in, sweetheart. What kind of people you'd be facing. It is our mission to protect you. And, we do need you. You're our weapon. We won't let anything happen to what's ours."

She swallows, thickly. "I'll be fine. It's been a week and nothing has happened to me."

"Yet. You have any idea how many people in the black market that are after you, trying to sell you to the highest bidder? Trying to find you and then buy you? You're the first living weapon to ever exist and you're the perfect bomb for them to use." Lloyd replies, intimidatingly.

His voice sends a shiver up her spine. She knows he's not threatening her but it kinda sounds like he is. Like he's trying to scare her. Maybe he gets off on scared girls.

In reality, he just wants her to be scared for her own safety.

Elle frowns. "I'm not a fucking bomb. And I'm going home by myself, to my own house. Now I'm gonna go—to the bathroom. I've had too much cocktails." she declares, sliding out of the booth.

Lloyd and Six watches her slowly walk away from their table and to the bathrooms.

Six glares at him. "What the fuck was that? You were scaring her." he snaps.

Lloyd casually shakes his head. "No, I wasn't. I was telling her how much danger she's in. In fact, she should be scared if she wants to live. Fear is good." He defends.

He frowns. "You didn't have to fucking do that. Fuck this." Six slides off the booth and rushes away.

"Six, wait!" Lloyd yells but there's no use, he's already disappeared into the crowd and gone to the ladies bathroom.

Well, he's been to worse places before.

***

She lets the sink run, grabbing a handful of water and splashes it to her face — she needs to wake up from this nightmare. Right now.

She shouldn't have come here. It was a bad idea. A really bad one.

She knew the risks coming here, even calculated all the possible outcomes. But this, she never expected this.

"Fuck," she curses under her breath, turning off the sink as she looks around her, seeing the dark, dingy bathroom empty even the stalls too.

The door of the bathroom opens and she snaps her head towards it almost immediately — now she's really on alert after Lloyd's words.

Oh.

It's Six.

She frowns, "Six? What are you doing here? It's the ladies bathroom."

He closes the door behind him. "It's empty."

Elle scoffs. "I know, but what are you really doing here?" she asks.

Six stalks towards her and she turns to him so now their bodies are inches apart in this small bathroom. He looks down at her because of their height difference. He thinks her eyes are the most beautiful ones he's ever seen, he could get lost in it any day.

"I'm sorry, for Lloyd. He can be an asshole sometimes. And I have to work with him." Six whispers in her face.

She breaks into a chuckle. "Well then I'm sorry that you have endure that. This is your first time working with him?" Elle slowly asks.

He nods. "It is. But I heard stories of him before this. He's kind of a sociopath. But, I can't deny that he does his job well." Six admits. He'd never tell Lloyd this.

She scoffs. "He wants to fuck the weapon, me." she retorts. She's not wrong.

Six chuckles, his eyes staring up and down at her body in this tiny dress that is killing him, making her face grow hot at that. He looks even hotter close-up like this, she thinks. "Can't blame him." he whispers.

Her breath hitches, staring into his blue eyes. "But you're not." she whispers.

He cocks his head to the side. "Not what?"

She leans into his face. "Not an asshole."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew what I was thinking right now." Six whispers back.

She giggles, cupping his jaw. "I can know what you're thinking. I have the ability to read minds, too. And feel people's emotions."

He isn't even shocked by that anymore, he's more turned on. "Tell me what I'm thinking,"

She slowly nods, focusing on his mind and immediately widens her eyes as soon as she read his mind. "You want to make me come around your fingers, have a taste of me and then fuck me against the bathroom wall, right here, right now." Elle whispers, swallowing thickly.

Six smirks as he's getting harder by the second, "Fuck, you read my mind. Literally. So, you gonna let me do it?" he asks.

"We can't do that here." She softly says.

"Why not?"

"We'll get caught."

He chuckles. "I can be discreet when I want to. I was trained like that." Six tells her.

Normally, he would never in a million years spill his secret, about who he is — no matter how drunk or high he'd be — but she knows what she needs to know about him already so there's no use hiding it anymore.

And in a way, he likes that she knows about him already, so he can be himself.

This would be different from all his other hook-ups around the world because she's the first to ever actually know him, who he really is. And not just his identity but also what's on his mind — he's always been so closed off, never letting anyone break past his protective shield. It's not like he had a choice.

"What about Lloyd?" She asks, breath hitching and wetness already starting to pool around her panties.

Six frowns. "What about him? You want him, too? Or just him?" he asks, softly.

She nods. "I want both of you."

Fuck. He just got harder by her words. If that's even possible. He didn't think that the idea of sharing her would turn him on. Especially with Lloyd, out of all people.

He lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Well, you can't have both of us tonight. At least, not at the same time." Six whispers.

Elle smiles, harshly tugging him by his shirt. "Well then, I guess I'll have you first." she murmurs before pulling him toward her, closing their gap and she kissed him.

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her back slow and gentle. Her lips are so fucking soft and perfect against his and he was losing control — he wanted to rip her tiny little dress off and savored every inch of her body, fucked her all night long in this gross, dingy bar regardless of the fucking mission.

He's never been like this before. He's always so controlled and emotionally repressed and compartmentalizing everything he's feeling or thinking. But now, with her, he can't even think clearly. It's like she put him under her spell — which she didn't.

She let out a soft moan, "I heard that. What you were thinking." she whispered against his mouth.

Of course she did.

Six moved his hand to her waist, pressing her to him as he bit her bottom lip and she moaned again. "That was an intrusive thought but if you keep making those sounds, it won't be anymore." he says.

"I wouldn't mind if you fucked me all night long, anyway. I have enhanced strength, technically. Could go for hours without even breaking a sweat." she smirked against his mouth and he let out a strained groan as she pressed her thigh against his bulge.

"Everything you keep saying just turns me on even more." He drawls before pulling her towards the nearest stall as he kicks the door open and shoves them inside, locking the door with his hand behind his back in a spilt second all while still having her lips on his.

Elle breaks the kiss, throwing her head back on the wall as she took her time to look at him. He looks calm, his eyes are naked lust and he doesn't recall when's the last time he's ever wanted anyone this bad that he completely forgot about everything, including the important mission.

He stares back at her beautiful, brown eyes. "How old are you?" he asks.

She lets out a giggle. "Wow. Seriously? It doesn't matter because I don't look my age and I won't ever. I age slow, basically. But, if you really want to know, I'm 29."

Six lifts his eyebrows. "Oh. Okay. Just wanted to make sure before I..." he trails off.

She smirks. "Before you fuck me against this wall? Sure. Looking forward to it, right about now, you know." she teases before brushing her lips against his again.

But this time, he can't be gentle and slow anymore. He pulls her lips closer to his until she opens her mouth for him and it fits perfectly against his and he deepens that kiss. Then he practically devours each and every inch of her lips, leaving no space to breathe as they're melted into each other. He doesn't even know why he's so consumed by her but he's enjoying the feeling regardless.

She grabs his hand and guides it under her dress, quietly telling him it's okay to touch her now since she can't even talk anymore because he's literally sucking her oxygen from her lungs. "Touch me, however you want," she manages to breathe out before pulling her lips one inch away from his.

Six doesn't waste his time as he does what he's told like he's used to, but at least now it's not an order but a request, a desperate plea. He slides his hand beneath her panties as he runs his thick finger through her soft and wet slick and he groaned loudly, didn't even give a shit if someone heard it outside.

"Shit, you're so wet. How? I haven't even touched you properly yet. Is it because of him or me?" He drawls in a soft, sexy tone.

She lets out another soft moan. "Both." she pants and without warning, he slides two of his fingers inside her core making her moan even louder as he quickly covers her mouth with his hand.

"I need to you to be as quiet as you can, okay? This is how we'll be discreet. No sounds." Six orders in another soft tone.

Elle quietly nods and he curls his fingers inside her in a certain spot as she lets out a strained moan against his hand. As much as he'd loved to hear her moans in his ears, he's still aware about his surroundings and needs to be alert.

Her cunt clenched around his fingers and he could feel her getting wetter and wetter each second. His calloused fingers began thrusting and curling inside her as he leans his face on her cheek, burying his nose against her skin, inhaling her sweet scent. She smells like peach and sandalwood — a combination of her favorite body mist.

As she moans helplessly around his hand, her fingers finds his hair and she pulls on it, as hard as possible with all of her enhanced strength. He softly hisses at the pain but he's loving it too. He didn't even know that he had a pain kink.

He wished he could stay like this forever, being carefree and forgetting about the mission he has to do even if it's just for a while. Sometimes, he gets tired of having to these missions all the time and never getting an ounce of rest or even, fun.

"You're soaking me, Elle. Let go. Lloyd's probably getting impatient already." he whispers in her ear as she nods frantically before he gives her a few thrusts. "Come around my fingers just like how you said it from my mind earlier."

She did. She came around his fingers as he removes it from her and his hand on her mouth as well, he lifts his head to look at her. "Good girl." Six murmurs, tucking her hair under her ear.

She breaks into a chuckle. "You're not very good with dirty talk, are you? Not that, it didn't turn me on but it just, needs a little bit of work. Sorry." Elle admits as she smiles.

He chuckles back. "No, not that good. I, uh, don't usually do that. My work requires me to be all around the world and I never had the time to even get to know someone to fuck them. I just fuck them, unpaid or paid."

"So, what changed with me? Am I different from all the other woman you've been with across the world?" She asks.

Six smiles at her. "You are. And I'm hoping that we'll have enough time to actually get to know each other? You seem like someone worth knowing." he says, genuinely.

She giggles and nods. "Yeah, of course. I want to know you too, you know. Probably know your real name, someday?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "Never. I'm a gray man, I exist in the gray. No one's supposed to know my real identity or that would defeat the whole purpose." Six tells her in a serious tone.

Elle nods, turning serious. "Okay, well. Now what? I know you don't want to fuck me anymore. I can feel it." she pouts.

Six cups her cheeks and she looks him in the eyes. "That's not true. I do want to fuck you but just not here. I want to do it right with you and not in some gross bathroom bar."

"When?" she asks, tone weak and soft.

"Anytime you want." He says, planting a soft kiss on her lips before drawing back from her.

She nods, grabbing his hand as they exit the bathroom stall to go back to Lloyd.

***

Lloyd is fucking annoyed.

He's left alone by Six and Elle and he's guessing that they're probably talking shit about him right now because it's been more than ten fucking minutes that they've been in that bathroom.

A few local girls approached him earlier and tried flirting with him, with the worst English he's ever heard in his life and they're not even attractive to him so he had to tell them to leave with the most cruel words he could think of.

He doesn't want them. He wants her.

"Hey!" Elle yells through the loud music, appearing from the crowd as she's walking towards the booth with Six beside her and they're holding hands.

Lloyd's face softens at the sight of her. Finally. About fucking time she showed up.

She slides inside the booth beside him and Six resumes his previous seat. Lloyd turns to her, "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Bathroom." Elle replies, innocently with a smirk.

He rolls his eyes. "I know that, but what the fuck were you doing in there? You took ages." Lloyd remarks.

She leans into him, her smirk stretches into a smile, "We kissed. And then, he fingered me." she blurts out.

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "What the fuck?" he turns to Six, "Hey, I saw her first, you fucker. I'm supposed to be the one who—" he rambles but gets cut off as she grabs his face and connects her lips to his, shutting him up as Six smirks at her action and he immediately responds to the kiss, deepening it, his hand pressed behind her head to urge her closer and closer.

That's probably the only way to get Lloyd to ever shut his mouth. But only the right person could do so. If this was any other woman, he would've pushed her off immediately just for interrupting him.

He pulls her even closer by her waist, both of his hands wandering her back, his fingers could feel her skin through the thin fabric of her dress as he runs his tongue across her bottom lip and bites it, kissing her even rougher making her moan softly at that.

"Do you want a taste?" she asks against his mouth.

Lloyd pulls away from the kiss to look at her. "Still didn't like the fact that Six had you first. I saw you first, sweetheart."

"I choose you both, not either of you. So, stop grumbling about who was supposed to have me first. I'm not a trophy, Lloyd." Elle says.

He smirks. "No. You're something so much more precious than a trophy." Lloyd murmurs, his fingers brushing her soft hair as he cups her face.

Six chuckles. "He's right. You are." he adds.

Elle smiles. "So, I'm special, huh?"

Lloyd smirks. "More than anything. And I'm not just saying that because I got a hard on for you, twice tonight. Now it's the third time. But you really are. You have potential."

She giggles. "At what? Killing people?"

His eyebrows pull together. "Bad people, sweetheart. I'm sure whoever you killed did deserve it."

She frowns. "They did. But it doesn't mean they deserved to die. I don't get to decide who lives or die, Lloyd."

"Sure you do. We do. Right, Six? He's the CIA's assassin, you know. The best. He's killed countless people all over the world. They were all bad people." He says, glancing over at Six for a while as he nods at her.

Elle's eyes bore into his. "Then what makes us different from all of them if we just keep on killing and killing?" she asks.

Lloyd tucks her hair under her ear as he sighs. "Honestly? I don't fucking know. All I know is we work for the CIA and the government so, at least we're always on the right track of the law. No matter how many people we kill. Because we do it all for them. We're all just pawns in a game, sweetheart." he says.

She carefully nods. "But, you still do it?"

He chuckles. "It pays well. Besides, I can do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want. They can never say no to me because I'm their valuable asset. I'm good at my fucking job no matter how much I hate it."

Six slides out of his seat and walks over to them, as she scoots over for him while he sits right beside her. So now she's sandwiched between the two guys. The booth is incredibly small but they still fit in there, somehow.

He leans into her and she turns to him. "I'm different from Lloyd. I didn't exactly have a choice with the agency. It was either prison for life or being their assassin. But, you still have a choice, Elle. You sure you still want this? There's no going back after this." Six cautiously warns her.

Elle quickly nods. "To be honest, I'm only doing this because I know that the CIA will recruit me as their asset just like you guys and then after that, at least I'll be useful. I can use my abilities for something good. I couldn't exactly be a vigilante here, I'd most likely end up in jail and I'd die before having to be in an Indonesian jail. It's disgusting." She giggles softly.

Lloyd chuckles and Six smiles at her as her lips curve into a wide smile at the sight of both of them like this with her. It's messy, chaotic but there's beauty in it — comfort, too.

"At least you're doing this for a good cause. But we're not." Lloyd says in a intimidating way as she turns to him.

Elle nods, wrapping her hand around the side of his neck. "I know that you kill and torture people for a living, Lloyd. It doesn't faze me or scare me. And I know that I'm going to be in that world sooner or later. I just hope that I wouldn't be alone to face all that."

He frowned. "You would be. We all are, sweetheart. We're all alone in this." Lloyd softly murmurs.

Six leans closer to her and tucks her hair under her ear as his rough fingers caress her soft cheek. "At least not for tonight." he says.

She softly chuckles, her eyes darting to his. "Then we should probably savor this night while it's still young." Elle says before brushing her lips against Six's, kissing him harder than ever that their teeth click as she bites his bottom lip, hard, making it bleed.

She's in a rough mood. Sometimes she just likes it rough.

Six cups her cheeks, again. "Fuck, I think I might have a pain kink." he murmurs against her lips but Lloyd heard that as he chuckles out loud.

"Didn't even know you were capable of having kinks, Six." Lloyd jokes as he grabs her chin and breaks their kiss.

Elle whines before he connects his lips to hers, his palm glued to her cheek as his other hand travels down to her inner thigh, sliding under her dress. "A taste, Elle?" he asks against her lips and she nods frantically.

Lloyd's hand slides upper, his thick and calloused fingers finding her soaked panties and his lips stretches against her as he smirks and she could feel that.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You're so fucking wet. But I bet you could've made you cum harder than him." he teases, soaking her even more.

She pulls her lips away as her hand cups his jaw harshly and that makes his smirk grow even wider. "Just a taste, Lloyd." she reminds him before his fingers slide in her cunt and his thumb rubs her clit as she lets out a soft moan at that, her hands gripping his shoulders.

Fucker.

He's teasing her more and more. He loves it.

Six brushes her hair aside from her neck as he buries his face against her neck, inhaling her scent again — he's addicted to her smell now. "You smell so sweet." he murmurs against her skin before his lips nibbles on her neck and she moans even louder.

"Shit. We're not supposed to do this. I mean this is a really vulgar view. This city has some strict rules..." Elle slurs out but she's too drunk of pleasure and them, she can't even finish her sentence.

It is true, though. This city and this country has some religious strict rules. Commiting sexual acts in public could get anyone arrested here. But this club is dark and loud, no one is paying attention to them right now. She just isn't used to do this.

"Fuck the rules, sweetheart. Don't mean dick to me." Lloyd retorts, drunkenly as she rolls her eyes playfully.

Six hums against her neck, agreeing with Lloyd, out of all people. And again, just like in the bathroom, he doesn't give a shit about the rules either — he always does. In every country he visited, he was aware that they each had different kind of rules that were a bit weird but he always follows them anyway. He doesn't like to cause trouble.

Lloyd does and he'd always just pay off people to pretend they didn't see anything.

Elle quietly smirks and Lloyd swipes his finger around her wet sex as he takes his hand out of her panties. Six lifts his head from her neck while he watches Lloyd suck his own fingers that are coated in her cum and she lets out a soft, breathy moan at the sight.

Oh, fuck.

It's turning both of them on. Elle and Six.

"You taste even sweeter." Lloyd remarks with a smirk on his shiny lips.

She breaks into a soft chuckle. "Fucking hell. I think I just got even more wetter." she admits as Six chuckles with her.

Lloyd gives her a half smile. "Then, come home with us. It's a shitty place but I could book us a nice hotel just for tonight."

Six narrows his eyes at him. "Us?"

He nods. "Yes, us. Three of us. Come on, I can share just for one night." Lloyd replies.

Elle shakes her head. "No, I'm sorry. I can't. I have to come home tonight. As tempting it does sound..." she trails off, contemplating it.

"Say yes, Elle. It'll be easier to talk about the CIA after." Six tries to convince her.

She sighs, shaking her head again as she glances at both of them with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but no. I have to be home due to strict curfew hours in my neighborhood and I have some things to take care of. We'll just meet tomorrow. I'll give you my address and my number. Come to my house in the afternoon and we'll discuss more about the CIA there." Elle tells them.

Sure, it's an easy solution. But then, they would never have the chance to fuck when it is what they both want right this second.

Lloyd sighs in defeat. He doesn't want to push. Or drag her the fuck out of here like he usually does to people who don't listen to him. For once, he's letting things not go his way.

Six nods. "Of course. We'll do what you want. Whatever it is." he tells her.

She turns to him and smiles. "Thank you," she quietly says before grabbing her purse and taking out her pen as she grabs a clean paper napkin on the table, writing her phone number and her complete house address.

"Alright, there we go." Elle taps the napkin on the table, a bit confused on who to give it to. Both of them examine her neat writing before Lloyd grabs it.

"Okay, we'll see tomorrow. When I'm sober enough to talk about the fucking CIA and all the other shit." Lloyd grumbles as he shoves the napkin inside his pocket.

She giggles. "You should probably get sober and go home. How are you both getting home?" Elle asks, glancing at them.

"We have a personal driver that we hired from here. But, we're good for now. You go home, and we'll stay here for a few drinks and food. We had a really long flight earlier." Lloyd replies.

Elle nods. "Okay. Be safe." she says, taking her purse.

Six frowns. "You be safe, Elle. You're the one driving alone." he says.

"Yeah, the only one here, apparently. Look, I meant what I said earlier, I can't get drunk at all. So now, I'm completely sober enough to drive and defend myself if anything happens. I've done it my whole life, alone." she tells them.

"We know. But it is our mission to protect you." Six says and she smiles at him.

Lloyd tilts his head, grabbing her cheek with his palm. "One last kiss, sweetheart." he murmurs as she nods and connects her lips against his again while he deepens the kiss so deep that their teeth click as he fists her hair from behind all the while Six watches them, patiently.

She whines softly against the kiss, her hands resting on his chest as she pulls away from the kiss before it gets too deep. "Shit. I need to go home. Fuck. Okay, I'm going home." Elle declares as he smirks and Six chuckles.

"You going to continue the night with another girl from here? Genuine question, you know." She teases Lloyd.

He grins. "Nah. I don't want anyone here. Haven't see anyone interesting enough as you." Lloyd remarks in a serious tone and she tries to hide her smile and her cheeks are turning red. Her stomach twists in a knot.

Elle casually nods. "Hm. Okay, then. I was just curious."

He looks behind her at Six. "Go home, kill anyone who's standing in your fucking way. And, give Six a goodnight kiss. He's been waiting for it." Lloyd comments.

Six rolls his eyes and she giggles, turning to him as she leans into him, her hands on his thighs. "See you." Elle whispers before gently pressing her lips on his in a slow, passionate kiss while he just follows her gentle rhythm and wraps his hands around her waist.

Lloyd watches as her body and her lips melt into his while he gets a clear view of her ass and her bare legs from that tiny dress of hers.

"Call us if anything happens tonight. I mean it, Elle." Six murmurs softly against her mouth as he breaks the kiss, cupping her cheeks again. He's lost count on how many times he's cupped her cheeks tonight. He can't help it, she's just too fucking cute.

She nods. "Of course. I mean, I'd need you or Lloyd to save my number first and then text me or call me for me to save your number as well so I could contact you guys." Elle explains plainly.

Lloyd chuckles. "I'll save your number, sweetheart. Don't forget to send me some nudes." he teases, half-joking as he smirks.

She rolls her eyes. Six grins, ducking away as he slides out of the booth and resumes his previous seat, across from them.

Elle slides further out of the seat before she turns around to Lloyd. "Hey, asshole. Get sober and stay in your table unless you want someone here to take your wallet. Pickpocket. It's a thing here, very common, okay?" she says to him as her palm reaches out to his cheek.

Lloyd nods as he hums in response and she leans forward, giving his cheek a quick kiss before getting up from her seat completely.

She stands in front of them, looking down at both of them as she smiles, blissfully. She's not drunk or high but she's in a little happier state than when she first came in here. Her coming here wasn't a really bad idea, after all. She expected to feel better coming here but it wasn't the alochol that made her feel better, it was them.

A fucking blessing in disguise.

"Bye, boys." Elle says seductively, waving her hand as her smile turns into a smirk, knowing damn well what kind of affect she just left on them.

She's always been simple and plain with her love life or sex life. It's always polite, nerdy boys from her neighbourhood or her old school or her church or anyone from her small town. She's never been with actual men who'd be willing to do anything for her, kill for her, fuck her rough, accept her dark parts — she's always craved that, secretly.

She could see all that with them. She knows this isn't going to be a short mission for them. She knows literally everything already. She can practically feel the future.

But sometimes, she doesn't trust her own feelings. She likes to let things flow and focus on the present instead. So most of the time, she ignores the future that she knows.

She turns around, slowly walking away from them as they watch her disappear into the crowd.

Lloyd frowns. Six adjust his pants.

They're both left frustrated by her.

And she knows that.

Elle smirks as she makes her way out of the bar, sober and satisfied.

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[landhoehoehoe]

Work in Progress - Episode 1

Hello my loves and welcome to this new project of mine!🫶🏻

Here I will be giving you some insights on finished stories: how I came up with certain ideas, the meanings behind song recs and titles etc.

I hope my train of thought is interesting for you :)

Episode 1: "The Line" Series - Logan Sargeant

Title:

The title was the last thing I added when the story was already finished and I knew I was going to split it into 3 parts. Since I suck at coming up with titles I wanted to do something creative where the 3 titles have a continuous theme kind of like the „You“ series with Dennis Hauger. 

Now I was on the search for a connecting theme and the only thing I could come up with was a line since I kept thinking about a finish line bc Logan and y/n are both racing drivers. 

So what can you do with a line? Cross it.

Whether it‘s the finish line in a race or the line between being friends and lovers/ the line between a friendship and a relationship.

But before you cross that line, it usually gets a bit blurry until you don‘t know what side you‘re on anymore. That‘s what happens in Part 1 (blur the line): the line between them gets increasingly blurry as they grow closer.

Ultimately in Part 2 (across the line),  the inevitable happens and they cross the line: The morning after their drunk night, they are across the line, but they have not made it yet. It is not: When you're across the line the race is over. No, it is: When you're across the line, everything gets harder (bc I'm a dramatic writer lol)

Once you‘ve crossed the line there‘s no turning back. You can't exactly go back to just being friends, and the future is very fucking scary, especially when you're two young, up and coming F2 drivers.

It‘s all or nothing so Logan puts it all on the line (Part 3) when he finally confronts y/n in Spa. 

Storyline / Plot ideas / Process of Writing:

At first you must know that I primarily started writing this fic bc someone requested a Logan fic. It was literally never my plan to write such a huge Logan story but it kind of evolved on its own 😂

„Keep talking, y/n. I‘m listening.“ // „At least he listens to me when I talk.“

 I started with a „prompt“ I saw on TikTok where a girl was counting down things guys do that are attractive and this was one of them: Listening to you when you think nobody's listening.

Originally this fic was supposed to be way shorter than it turned out to be and I thought I’d only be writing that one scene (of them in the restaurant) + maybe a scene before and after that. 

Idk if you noticed but I like adding little things like taglines and callbacks, so I added the "See you when I overtake you" in the beginning and wanted to kind of make it Logan and y/n's thing.

They also make 2 deals in the story:

The first deal is made in part 2, where they kiss for the first time to determine Logan's drunk talent. It sparks their relationship/ makes them cross the line and kicks off their relationship as lovers.

The second deal is made at the very end of part 3, where they decide to forgive each other for their wrong doings. This deal also sort of kicks off their relationship, but in a healthy, communicative way. It resolves the last issues between them.

Then there are little things like the special coffee blend, the champagne scene, drunk Dennis etc. I can't really explain where they came from. They only came along as I was writing and I went with the flow and my imagination :)

Onto the crash in part 3. I feel like I have to explain it a bit further bc I feel like I cannot for the life of me describe/ come up with realistic crashes. This crash was 100% inspired by/ copied from the collision of Hamilton and Alonso at Spa I think it was, where Hamilton's whole rear end of the car went up in the air. Maybe this helps your imagination a little bit 😅

Song recs:

Song recs, my favorite part of writing stories lol

To be honest with you, I wrote almost the whole thing listening to "The Monster" over and over again, but the other songs fit the vibe of the parts better.

Part 1: blur the line

Electric Love - BØRNS

This song is the definition of young, easy love for me. It's so upbeat and makes you feel like nothing can go wrong. It's the excitement of falling in love, the feeling of your heart beating faster whenever you see that one specific person. This is exactly what Part 1 is all about: pure fluff and crushing on each other 🥰

Part 2: across the line

High For This - The Weeknd

Who writes better songs to set the mood for smut than The Weeknd??? The build of tension, the chorus, the lyrics, everything just fits so well ugh 😫 No further explanation needed tbh

The Monster - Eminem feat. Rihanna

Literally none of the message of the song has anything to do with this story I guess, I just like the way it makes me think of a couple kind of singing to each other. Crisis, drama, tension, uneasiness.

Also look at this phrase in the song: "Well that's not fair."

- Both Y/n and Logan have a moment where they've probably thought: That's not fair.

For y/n it was directly after their night together where Logan asks her to forget about it. For Logan it was at breakfast when y/n tells Dennis that Logan's not her type. They're both disappointed in the other and don't think it's fair that they're being treated that way but they don't realize how much they've hurt the other.

Part 3: all on the line

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

Logan and y/n in this story are the DEFINITION of "the heart wants what it wants"! This is also almost all part 3 is about: That they're trying to go against their hearts, trying to do the rational thing and move on.... but their hearts won't stop beating for the other ;)

Also this is a very modern fairytale... at least kind of... these two kids get a happy ending lol 🤭

Pictures of You - The Last Goodnight

Again, the message of this song doesn't technically fit with the story but I like this song a lot and it's just such an "ending the story" kind of song for me? Like, good vibes, everything has turned out good?

This song is also talking about pictures a lot (I know, in a different sense but still, pictures are pictures), and I can only imagine how many pictures were made when Logan and y/n kissed on the track in the end :)

Also just imagine them staring at each other, then they crash into each other as the chorus starts, oml

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I guess in the end this whole story was simply all about letting yourself fall in love. About taking the risk of following your heart. 🫶🏻

I hope you liked the story and this very first episode of Work in Progress :)

Episode 2 will hopefully be all about how the "You" series (Dennis Hauger) was created, I'll see you guys soon and stay healthy❤️

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So, Eddie vs Feelings is now over 26K? Here’s a silly scene, a whole scene! From it -- wine night with Eddie and Karen.  😘💕

It’s Thursday and Chris is with his friends for the night because there’s no school tomorrow, Buck is visiting Maddie and Jee-Yun, and Hen and Denny are out having a bowling and one-on-one bonding night. Which is how Eddie ends up at the Wilson house with a bottle of Karen’s favorite wine. 

She gives him a hug and even a kiss on his cheek when he hands it to her. They break into it immediately and catch up for a bit before they decide maybe having food with their wine would be smarter than just having wine for dinner. It’s really good wine though. Lots of plum and berry notes with heavy overtones of spices. Karen has good taste. He helps her throw together an assortment of cheese, meat, and crackers, with some grapes, apple slices, tomatoes, cucumbers, and mixed nuts to go with it. 

“See, if we call it a charcuterie board, then we’re fancy grown ups,” Karen says as she sets plates for both of them on the table.

Eddie smiles and sips his probably second but maybe third glass of the Madiran cabernet. “As opposed to borderline-drunk adults who didn’t plan dinner?”

“Yes, exactly.” She grins back and makes herself a cracker sandwich with cucumber slices in between layers of meat and cheese. 

Eddie does the same but adds apple and thinks of how Buck loves tart, thin slices of apple in his grilled cheese because it was how Maddie liked it and always made it for them. Because we’re nothing if not pieces from all the people we love. 

When they’ve demolished a good two-thirds of their definitely planned and thought out meal, and are well into wine bottle number two, because it can’t be three? Right? That’s when Karen twirls a cucumber slice between her fingers, and asks, “You ever kissed a man, Eddie? Or thought about kissing a man?”

And it’s a funny thing. Kissing. 

Putting your mouth against someone else’s. Touching lips together. Touching lips to something else. Making tongues slide around. It’s weird that people do it. And like to do it. Your lips turn all squishy and sometimes slippery. And it’s really easy to miss or bonk noses or clink teeth.

But sometimes… sometimes it’s all warm. Sometimes heat goes to his head and then he’s… swirly and wobbly. It would make his heart flutter like it might fly away. 

Has anyone ever wanted his heart? Really wanted what it is and what it means and who Eddie actually is?

Sometimes, kissing doesn’t taste very good because you can taste whatever is in the other person’s mouth and Shannon loved these nasty pickle things that did not, not, not taste good. Eddie could not kiss her if she’d been eating them. Not even when it was nice kissing her.

Karen tosses her cucumber slice at him, and asks again. 

Has he kissed a man before? Has he thought about it? 

“No. Haven’t. I haven’t kissed…” He’s wanted to though. Hasn’t he. He’s been thinking about what it might be like. Because… because. Eddie isn’t like most men. Most men want to kiss women. He’s heard this a few times. A lot of times. 

But he doesn’t think about kissing someone very often. 

Although, sometimes? Buck leans in really close and tells Eddie all these silly, silly things about saying yes to absolutely, and how wheatgrass and alfalfa have so many nutritional benefits, and how there are 6,800 some natural disasters that happen worldwide every year, and seahorses will twine tails together and find each other despite difficulty swimming and having to hide from predators and it’s actually the males who give birth and the parents stay faithful partners for their whole lives. 

“Seahorses fall in love, Eddie. Isn’t that sweet? They bond for life once they find each other.”

And then Eddie’s wanted that weird, funny, fluttery thing where they squish their mouths together. 

 It’s probably different. Kissing a man. But a kiss is a kiss? Maybe it’s not all that different. How would it taste? How would it feel? Is it different when you’re in love? Could Eddie ever know what that’s like? To kiss someone he knows for sure he’s in love with? 

“You had a girlfriend for two months or something, didn’t you?” Karen asks him suddenly. As if she’s just remembered. Her forehead gets crinkled and confused. 

Eddie was crinkled and confused. His head is a little foggy but he’s pretty sure it was longer than two months. Far too long.

“I didn’t buy that. At all. Ask Hen. When she told me, I swore. Swore she was lying to me. I told her. You, Hen Wilson, are lying. To your wife,” Karen’s tone is the most affronted and she’s so funny. Eddie loves being her friend. He loves that she and Hen are married and happy. It’s nice that two women can be married to each other and happy together. “But then we stalked Annnn-esthesia? Analog? Anachronism! No, no Anathema’s social media. Just a little. We found pictures she posted of both of you. And what does Denny say? Bad vibes. Those aren’t the vibes.” She hums dissent and shakes her head. “I said, that? You and Anaphylaxis? That was all wrong. Didn’t buy it. Nope.”

“I…” He looks at her, and she is a very smart scientist. Rocket scientist. She does actual rocket science. Maybe she would know. She knows all the things. “Do you think I’m…” What’s the word? What’s his question? He has so many questions. “Do you think I’m like you? But with men? Do you think I should be kissing men?”

She giggles, sips her mostly empty glass, and then frowns hard at it when she finds it without wine. “Do you think you should? I didn’t like it. Men are bad kissers. I only kissed two. But they were bad. Teenage me didn’t know. Very sad for poor teenage me.”

“I kissed a woman once. My…” What was she? Besides heart palpitations and gasping for air and chest pain and dizzy, bad, falling over, feeling faint? “My girlfriend? I guess?”

“Anamorphic,” Karen says. “Yes, her.” 

“Yeah. Her. And I really didn’t like it.” Maybe because she wasn’t Shannon, but maybe because she was Ana. Maybe because she wasn’t Buck. He loved Shannon. He loves Buck. He did not love Ana. 

She points at him. “You kissed a girl and didn’t like it? That’s not how the song goes. It’s a stupid song though. Obnoxious heteronormative garbage bullshit. And I know. She’s bad vibes. Bad for you. You don’t have those vibes. You should kiss men then.”

Yeah. Yeah, she really was bad for him. Panic attacks in public places were not it. 

“That’s why I’ve been thinking. I have been thinking. But I don’t know. You know? What if… what if… You think I could be like you? I’ve thought— I thought. Kissing. Maybe. It would be good. Maybe it would be better with, with men. A man. What if I am…? You know?” 

“What if you’re gay like me? Not exactly like me. Gay in the other way.”

What if he is gay? Could he be gay if he doesn’t know what he wants? He’s not entirely sure he knows his full name right now. His head is very sloshy. His hands are tingly. He’s nice and warm though. Like when Buck holds him. He likes when Buck holds him. “Do you think… My parents think… And fuck, was that out of left field.”

She pushes his arm. “They think what about baseball?” 

He laughs and doesn’t know why. It’s all stupid. It can’t be true because wouldn’t he know? Shouldn’t he be able to tell? Maybe he just can’t say. It’s too embarrassing to say. “My dad thinks I am. He thinks I love. I’m in love. With a man. All of high school, middle school, all through that. I was scared someone might think it, scared my parents might think it. And now they think it? And they’re happy? They’re happy for me. They’re happy and they want to meet Buck.”

“Why would they want to— OH! Oh, you love Buck! You want to kiss Buck! I knew you did. Hen and Howie-Chim tried to say you didn’t. They tried to say, they spend all this time with you two, and nothing ever happens, and they know you better. They tried to say I was wrong. Although, they might have been fucking with me just because. Chimney would do that. But I’m not wrong! They were wrong. And I knew it.” She nods fervently and points to herself. 

Eddie’s heart trips and stumbles and it must be drunk, too. But Karen would know. She would have to know. Not that Eddie doesn’t know. He would kiss Buck. He loves Buck. Does that mean he’s in love with Buck? Is that one plus one is two? “You think… you think so? Is that… does that mean I’m in love with him?”

“Do you want to kiss him? Do you want to love him?” 

“Do I want to…” Is that it? Is that what it boils down to? Being in love is wanting to love him? Of course he wants to love Buck. He wants to give Buck all the love in the world because it’s been overflowing and growing and it’s too much to keep inside his chest. And Buck deserves to have every ounce of love. 

It would be good to kiss him. His lips look soft and pretty. He likes to put on this vanilla lip balm because he says it smells and tastes like cake, and then Eddie tells him not to eat his chapstick because that’s not good, and it makes Buck roll his pretty blue eyes and smile like sunshine and he’s so, so beautiful when he smiles. He’s so beautiful when he does anything. 

It’s probably stupid that Eddie ever questioned it. How could he not be in love with Buck? He does nothing but think about him and talk about him and want to be around him when they’re not around each other. And it’s nothing like how he’s always thinking of Chris and his family and friends. Buck’s always been in a different category. Maybe that’s why there has never been a word, a noun, a thing that encompasses everything they are. 

Partner has always been closest. Because it means more. It means colleague and coworker, ally and teammate, accomplice, companion, significant other, committed for life, long-term lover, other half, co-parent, and spouse. Everything and more. 

There’s too much wine in his system. Too much of something in his system. Can you drown in it? Does it make you overly intoxicated? Are you blind and stupid and obsessive and reckless? Do you forget things you should know? Do you want more than you should? Do you fly too far and feel too much? 

He feels too much. 

They’ve been doing most things together again. Like quarantine. They have dinner and breakfast together with Christopher. They went to the grocery store and bought everything together the last at least twenty-three times they had to get groceries. Buck brings over his laundry so they can wash all their clothes together and Buck doesn’t have to use the bad machines in his building or go to a laundromat for clean clothes. Buck has long legs and strong arms and he will wrap Eddie in all of them while they sleep. 

They probably shouldn’t do that many things together. This is why he feels too much. 

“It’ll stop, right?” He asks quietly. “It’ll go away? I won’t always…” 

Sorrow washes over Karen’s face. “What do you mean? Why would you want—”

The alcohol is still there, still too hot and fuzzy, but he’s suddenly a thousand times more sober. “He doesn’t. It’s not. Not mutual. It’s not… requited? I’m just, I’m his friend. We’re just. We aren’t anything else. We can’t be. But feelings don’t last. Right? I think I heard that. It won’t last?”

He doesn’t know how to make it stop because how did it even start? Maybe time is the only thing that can stop it. Eventually, Buck will find someone he does want. Buck isn’t going to be single forever. He’s kind and silly and funny and he loves kids and he wants to take care of people and help everyone. He’s always there when you need him. He protects the things that mean the most to you. He’ll dive into wreckage to pull you out. He’ll throw himself into gunfire to save you. 

He… he’s the most loving, caring, beautiful person. He’s the best partner. In every single version of the word. There’s no one Eddie would rather raise a child with. There’s no one he’d rather have a family with. There’s no one he’d rather share the rest of his life with. 

Maybe. Eddie just has to live with it. Maybe it won’t stop. He won’t always think of it. It’ll just be there, like anything else, and maybe it’ll hurt for a while. But pain isn’t forever. 

Karen takes his hand and squeezes. “I love you. Do you know that? Because I do. Hen does, too. She loves you.”

He breathes slowly and squeezes back. “I love you, too.” 

“Hey, no matter what, at least you know now. You are like me. In reverse. At least for one man. I knew you were. You have the queer vibes.”

Well. It is something. It doesn’t make everything clear, but being in love with a man at least means something. 

He’s in love. He is in love. Like his parents think. Like Karen thinks. 

This is what in love feels like. Like too much wine and not enough time and drowning and flying and crashing and wanting. 

He’s not sure he likes wanting. There’s a lot of missing, aching, lacking, and it’s too hopeless. 

Is it hopeless?

#buddie #jenwyn fic #fic: eddie vs the feelings #fuck it friday #buddie fic

[manorpunk]

(part three)

Tucked away in a sleepy corner of central Michigan, an abandoned mall had been transformed into the town of Webersberg. The crumbling ceiling above the concourses had been stripped, making a cluster of closely-packed buildings, and the expansive walkways exposed to the elements were now lined with trees and raised gardens. The empty boutiques had been repurposed into dormitories, offices, a clinic, a school, and a few simple stores. There was something humbling about it, like a medieval village sheltered beneath the ruins of a Roman basilica. One might wonder if the mall was happier now in its new incarnation, if it preferred to be filled with life rather than than gold.

Liam did not wonder. He lived there, and he found it stultifying. He hated living in a fishbowl, always going to the same places with the same people, few of whom cared to give him the time of day. He hated knowing that there was a whole world out there and he was stuck out in the manors[1]. He hated the maudlin isolation of being the only queer kid who hadn’t gotten the hell out of Webersberg, and most of all he hated knowing that he could get out too if he wasn’t a coward.

He had this conversation with himself every morning, and he knew that if he stayed in bed he’d just keep moping. He got up from his creaky mattress and turned toward the plywood dresser next to his bed. He took the small mirror that was sitting on top and looked at himself. He was on the pale side of white, with thin shoulders and scruffy black hair.[2] After a failed attempt to smooth down his bed-head, he set the mirror down and pulled out the top drawer of the dresser.

Tucked in the corner of the drawer behind neatly-folded socks and underwear, there was a small bottle of black nail polish that he had picked up from a GLN dole[3] a few months ago. Women usually snatched up all the cosmetics, so he was excited to get something for himself. He had daydreamed about putting it on, but there it sat, unopened and gathering dust.

There was a knock at the door. It was his father, Roy. “Liam! You decent?”

“Gimme a minute,” Liam called back. He grabbed some clothes - jeans and a plain t-shirt, clothing as neutral as water - and threw them on.

“Alright, what’s up?”

His father opened the door, grinning wide. “You good to work at the diner today?”

“It’s Thursday, isn’t it?”

“It sure is, and there’s gonna be a road-and-rail crew[4] stopping by for the day. You know what that means.”

To his dad, it meant money. His dad managed the local Denny’s, which meant that he had tricked himself into believing he was a pillar of the community, and not just another petty grinder.

“It means I’ll get harassed by drunk shitheads all day. Great. Fun,” Liam groaned. He looked at his dad, hoping for something, something like ‘I understand you don’t like it but I need the extra help,’ or ‘sorry to impose on you.’ Liam was only twenty years old and still naive like that.

“So you good to go?” his dad said.

Liam rubbed his forehead. In truth, he really didn’t have much else to do, and didn’t have any friends to hang out with. At least he wouldn’t be alone all day if he was at work. Plus, he kind of liked wearing the apron.

“Fine, whatever,” he said, feeling like he had lost a battle against himself.

The place wasn’t exactly bustling when he got there. It was still morning, and the only people there were a few old couples having breakfast, along with Kieth, the already-high line cook, nursing a cup of coffee.

“Hey dude. You alright?” Kieth asked, following Liam as he went into the kitchen.

“What gave it away?” Liam sighed.

Kieth shook his head. “I just felt your vibes. You’ve got the sads all around you. Anyway, I got some news I think’ll cheer you up. Guess who’s coming to town?”

Liam tried, but couldn’t even think of a good guess. “Who?”

“Fuckin JMR, dude.”

Liam’s sleepy eyes snapped wide open. He was suddenly breathless with excitement, so excited that his voice got higher and thinner. “Seriously?”

Keith nodded. Liam let out an excited squeak, then heard his father clear his throat behind him. He whirled around, already guessing what was coming, and his beaming smile twisted down into a rebellious frown.

“Now, son. You know how your mom feels about that man.”

“My mom thinks I’ll stop being a fag if I don’t meet other fags,” Liam spat. The words seem to burst out of him, he didn’t say them so much as he failed to keep them bottled up.

“Whoa, that’s heavy,” Kieth said.

“Kieth, shut up. Liam, listen. It’s not like that. It’s for your own protection. That man is a creep and a pervert, he-“

“God, spare me,” Liam huffed. He had finally run out of patience. His body trembled with adrenaline and pent-up anger, and it felt intoxicatingly good. “It’s all about ‘toughening me up’ and ‘making me a man’ until there’s another gay person around and then suddenly I need to be ‘protected.’ Just be honest and say you wish I wasn’t a queer.”

Kieth discreetly sipped his coffee. Roy pursed his lips and took deep, silent breaths. As far as Liam was concerned, it was an admission of guilt.

“Well? Anything to say for yourself?” Liam said.

“Hark!” A voice suddenly boomed from the dining area. It was a deep, smooth, commanding voice, the type of voice fit for a starship captain.

A man had just entered the Denny’s, a man with tan skin and dirty blond hair dressed in deliriously fancy clothing. He wore an aristocratic embroidered blue jacket with epaulets, tall black boots with stiletto heels, and form-fitting white riding pants of the style sometimes known as jodhpurs. His hair, soft and well-cared for even from a distance, was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and a short and neatly trimmed beard lined his face. Hitched to his belt, an ornate saber rested in its scabbard. He looked like an old cavalry officer or Prussian aristocrat who had somehow stumbled into the year 206X, and his name was Jacob Martin Rider - JMR for short.

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[1] ‘The manors’ is a slang term for rural areas which are generally too distant and sparsely-populated to be under the full purview of the central state authority; places where heaven is high and the emperor is far away, cf. The sticks, the boonies, the peasants, etc.

[2] You didn’t hear it from us but he looks a little like the doomer boy wojak.

[3] The ‘GLN dole’ refers to the Global Logistics Network’s practice of buying up unwanted consumer goods from distributors and distributing it amongst the manors. This effectively acts as a subsidy for (GLN-owned) distributors and lets them pretend that they’re still serious about wealth redistribution. Everyone involved wins and the GLN is duly thanked for its beneficence.

[4] Road-and-rail crews are itinerant laborers sent off to the middle of nowhere to dig up disused highways and lay down new railroad lines, hence the name. The work is physically demanding and socially isolating, but well-compensated. They have the typical reputation one would expect of itinerant laborers, i.e. drunken trouble-making shitkickers.

#manorpunk #jacob martin rider #narrative post

[unfixablebabyyy]

soooo i wrote a prequel to my drugging fic and found it in my drafts enjoyyyyy ✌️

(nsfw, minors DNI)

just what if ur like 👉👈🥺 making out on the couch and you just... blurt out that you wish he'd take what he wants from you even if you say no which just sparks this whole convo but ur both already all worked up and hot and bothered ok yeah do u see where i'm going w this??

"Really?" Dennis eyes you as if he doesn't believe what you've just confessed.

"Well, yeah," you shrug and look away, unsure of his reaction. His unfaltering gaze makes you uneasy. He shifts on the couch to face you fully, and you brace yourself for his judgement.

"What exactly are you talking about?" his question and the intensity of his tone throw you off.

"Huh?" there's a predatory steadiness to his gaze that makes you tingle.

"In these fantasies, what happens?"

Being put on the spot makes your cheeks burn, but in the spirit of full transparency, you relent, "I keep imagining this one... "scenario," let's say, where... you get me drunk or something and have your way with me."

"How so?" you can tell he's trying to lead you into something, but you're not sure what.

"What do you mean?"

His eyes squint slightly as he seems to choose his next words carefully, "Am I hurting you?"

"I guess... a little," your throat is becoming sore from the nervous knot that has come up. He scoots a little closer to you.

"Does it scare you?" he's so close. All you can do is nod. You swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch. "Do you want to try now?"

The heat of his body next to your own and the sharp, clean smell of his cologne make you lightheaded. "Huh?" you breathe as he lowers his face to your neck, pressing a kiss to the soft skin just below your ear.

"I've got something you could take. It'll turn your brain off," the feeling of his teeth against the lobe of your ear makes you gasp, "If that's what you want."

"Ok," you whimper.

"I'll be right back," he whispers before quickly standing, and leaving the room. He returns a few moments later with a pill bottle and a bottle of wine.

"What are those?" you point to the three pills he's poured into his hand, your head still spinning.

"Just something my doctor prescribes me," he says before crushing them into a dust between the coffee table and the wine bottle.

"What for?" you watch as he pours out two glasses of wine.

He doesn't look at you as he brushes the pile of pill dust into his palm and dumps it into one of the glasses, "It doesn't matter, here," he says as he hands it to you. You stare down at your reflection in the glass. "It's just valium," he says.

"Are you sure it's safe?" your heart is racing.

"Positive," he says, watching your face. "We don't have to do this." But he's too late. In two big gulps, you down your wine.

"Now what?" you wipe your lips and set the glass down.

"Do you have any rules for me to follow?"

You think for a moment, but eventually settle on, "Be nice to me this first time."

He smiles a little, "Fine." Reaching for the remote, he turns on the TV and reclines back on the couch. "Come here," he says, holding his arms open for you, "You're going to want to be lying down when it all kicks in." You do as you're told, leaning into his chest and resting your head above his heart. He turns on the TV, allowing the drone of some 90s sitcom to lull you to sleep.

When you finally wake up, your head feels foggy and everything seems to be moving slowly, like a dream.

"There she is," Dennis's face appears above your own briefly before he pecks your forehead and straightens to shrug off his open button-down shirt.

The comforter feels so good against your bare skin- warm and safe. But the cool draft of air conditioning raises goosebumps on your exposed shoulders. Wait, weren't you wearing a long-sleeve shirt? You shift your legs under the blankets and feel a warm, damp spot growing on the sheets between them. The bed dips as Dennis slides in next to you, slipping a hand under the covers to grope and grab at your naked body. You whine as his cold hands send chills across your skin.

"Shh, Daddy's gonna take care of you. All you have to do is just lie here and take it like a dumb little whore," he whispers in between kisses peppered along your neck and shoulder, "That shouldn't be too hard."

"Why does my head feel funny?" you don't recognize your own voice.

"Because I drugged you, stupid," he says coldly, as he brushes his fingers against your cheek. "I know I promised to be nice but you just look so pathetic it's embarrassing. I don't know if I'm going to be able to help myself. But it won't matter- you're not going to remember any of this anyway."

And you don't- at least not all of it. You wake up the next morning with a few scattered memories, lingering aches, and some small bruises you can't explain. Dennis is fast asleep beside you- nothing on but a pair of loose fitting boxers- with an arm draped over your stomach. You may not remember much from the night before, but just the thought of him violating you like that makes you wet. How he'd taken advantage of you. How you didn't- couldn't say no. But he kept his promise- he could've been rougher, he could've really hurt you, but he didn't. He took care of you the way you'd asked him to. You hope next time he won't be so nice.

#dennis reynolds #it's always sunny in philadelphia #dennis x reader

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Okay so how do u think Taron and his characters would be A when drunk and B when the readers drunk?

I so agree with u these are so fun

Good question. Let's start with Taron and characters getting drunk.

Taron: This man I feel would be funny and cheeky; and based on him admitting n interviews that he's a happy drunk, he'd definitely make you laugh with the random stupid things he does when drunk and happy.

Jimmy: I feel like he'd be extra flirty when drunk and things would lead to you being tied up and ravaged.

Dennis: If you have seen the smoke or at least little clips of it on YouTube, you'll get a glimpse of how Dennis is when drunk but if you haven't seen any clips, I feel like Dennis would be a mischievous drunk. Getting into all sorts of trouble that you don't particularly approve of and that he ends up deeply regretting the next day.

Eggsy: I feel like Eggsy would be a mix between Jimmy and Taron himself in the sense that he'd typically be a happy and cheeky drunk but give him more than he can handle, he'd be extra flirty and spend hours ravaging you.

Note: I didn't add Eddie in this because we he doesn't drink alcohol at all.

Now, let's take a look at the reader being drunk.

Taron: With him, I feel like the reader would be a clingy drunk and just want all the cuddles and love Taron could offer them in their state of inebriation.

Jimmy: I feel like the reader would match his energy when he's drunk and the neighbors would certainly know about it too. In other words, who needs porn when they have a free show irl.

Dennis: I feel like the reader would only have a few drinks when they are with Dennis and the rest of the white watch and in saying that, they'd only have a couple drinks because they'd have to care for Dennis once they got home.

Eggsy: With this one, I feel like the reader might be a mix of a funny drunk and a curious one where they would ask a lot of questions but because they wouldn't make sense, people around them would burst out laughing.

Note: Again I didn't add Eddie because I don't feel like the reader would be a drinker either. I feel like that would be one of the things Eddie likes about them.

[thegcng-arch]

i really do think dennis wanted to be a proper parent to brian jr. i think when he left for north dakota he wanted to try and stick it through for the rest of brian's life. before he decides to leave he's sitting in paddy's watching the gang dance around and do what they always do, and the thinks about his life. he realizes that this isn't really what he wants to do for the rest of his life. he wants change, he wants to settle down, he wants to have a family. he also thinks about how he was raised, the kind of father frank was. he thinks about everyone in the gang, their parents or absent parents, and he realizes that brian jr doesn't deserve that. ultimately i think the real reason why he returned so soon after was his fear of vulnerability and the lack of trust that he has in himself, as well as his codependency with the gang. in order to be a parent you need to be vulnerable, you need to be honest. i truly think that dennis does not believe that he can be a good father. i think he's too worried that frank sunk his claws in him too deep and he will end up hurting mandy and brian jr in the end. he's too scared to confront what is wrong with him and fix it so he goes back to philly. he goes back to what feels comfortable, what feels easy. and putting his mask back on is exactly that. dennis has lived the last twenty-something years of his life with the gang, and most importantly mac. yes he is close with the gang and codependent with them, but mac has been his roommate for that whole time. they've gone out to dinner every single month, shared a car, shared a home. mac takes care of him, peels his apples, gives him massages, makes sure he eats, make sure he sleeps, watches out for him. without mac what is he? i think another big reason why dennis came back was that need for mac. he couldn't imagine existing with out him and shit, he didn't want to exist without him. even if dennis refuses to admit it he enjoys mac's company and he cares about him. when dennis returned from north dakota he tried to jump back in like nothing was wrong and nothing happened. you can tell after he gets back from north dakota he is ... tense. more so than usual ( i will acknowledge that part of this is due to robs ideal version of 'dennis' as a character and enjoying the more 'creepy serial-killer' behavior. i however am going to ignore all of that and focus on the deeper implications ). he's pushing all those feelings away because he doesn't want to admit it. he is ... much more harsh towards mac and mac's affection after he returns from north dakota. i feel like he's lashing out on mac and projecting his anger with himself to what he views as the source of the anger. dennis would have a really hard time talking with mac about why he left and why he came back. i feel like he wouldn't. if ever asked about it he'd brush it off or push it away. i could however see him admitting to it eventually but to be honest i can't see that happening until way later. probably post season sixteen after everything that happened with johnny, more guilt that he feels for his shitty behavior and manipulation. i can see it all kind of compounding and coming out eventually, most likely when he's incredibly drunk.

#taken from my old blog and adjusted with more thoughts #dennis / introspection. #u can blame ellie for this pain /lh #hate the word implication now jfc #alcohol tw

[outrunningthedark]

"the friendships on this show are the things we do best." and then proceeds to separate them people can't tell if they're friends or not, makes half of Buck's convo with Hen this season pointless drabble, makes Buck and Chimney's interaction so barren some people are legitimately confused if they still hasn't gotten over the punch, etc etc. At least Hen/Chimney and Hen/Athena are still good, but when you can't even put your mouth where your money is for something she thinks the show does best...

Legit will forever be bitter at Tim for leaving her in charge.

@lovecolibri has been banging this drum since about 6x04, so I wanna make sure my friend knows there are other folks out there who agree. IT'S TRUE, NONNIE. WE SHOULD ALL BE SAYING IT. Friendship isn't just "two faves who share the screen". Friendship is two characters giving each other mutual attention, love, and respect instead of it being one-sided. Eddie and Chimney's "friendship" came about because Eddie still got to ride along as a paramedic, but while Eddie gave his perspective (again) about Chimney's feelings for Maddie...where was Chimney to listen to Eddie's struggles with Christopher beyond the quip about Eddie not being cool enough anymore? Why couldn't Chimney be the one to know about Isabel's experience with her curandera (healer) who promised to help her speak to her husband on the other side so he'd have a better understanding of why Eddie rejects jinxes and curses? And then there's the fact that Eddie said Chimney's greeting at the Madney apartment was "weirder than usual", yet we've never seen him there (because they don't write that, and even the one time Bob Goodman tried, it got cut). Hen and Buck? Important conversation after Lev's death in 6x02, but then he's seeking advice while drunk, and she's giving her POV while drunk, and it's not discussed for three more weeks until they can "laugh" about Buck stopping himself from jerking off, and there was the Hen + Buck + Denny scene which (I'm sorry) wasn't much more than an opportunity to put them in a non-work setting and have mre of that "fun" Kristen talked about. You know what culd have been useful? Buck hearing about Denny's bio dad situation and having it influence his future plans with the sperm donor situation. Maybe there's some of that in 6B, but it won't erase the choices made in 6A just so the story line could continue on for the rest of the season (because it's easier than coming up with new material). Maddie...continues talking to nobody, and it continues being weird. This is gonna piss people off even though it's not my intention, but...it's getting to the point where having someone who works so little is impacting the rest of the show. I'm not blaming JLH for that, though. Maddie can still be the #1 dispatcher while Sue or Linda or even Josh takes a call so we can see Maddie with other people, and it's not JLH's fault that Chim's screen time is tied to that relationship so often. It just...sucks that the limited hours make KR & co. feel like they shouldn't explore the character more and don't want to create a schedule that works for more than just three actors (JLH, Kenny, and Oliver, and not even at the same time). I have a lot of thoughts about the way "friendships" have been handled under Kristen's direction and it basically comes down to "Well. This could have been done better." [tagging @lovecolibri twice in one post because I would like to read more thoughts and you always expand on what I'm not saying <3]

#anonymous #tina speaks