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[chronicowboy]

Buck doesn't know how long they sit there in that café just talking. He's never had that before. The last time he'd done this, sat across from Natalia in the midday sun, he'd been excruciatingly aware of every passing minute as he tried to be fascinating to her, spun yarns of deaths and near-deaths and deathly comas. Here, now, Buck just exists and that seems to be more than enough for Tommy.

Tommy who hangs on his every word like Buck is the next Shakespeare even as he's rambling about rainbow emojis and allyship. Tommy whose smile is so big and wide that it carves the most beautiful caverns into his face that Buck kind of wants to live in. Tommy who grimaces every time he sips the coffee Buck bought him but dutifully drinks the whole thing over the course of their date even when Buck tells him he doesn't have to. Tommy who keeps muffling yawns into his fist every five minutes having just gotten off a twenty-four hour shift like he'd stay in that uncomfortable metal seat forever if he could.

It's the best second date of his life, so when Buck tells him to go home and get some sleep, he doesn't resist the urge to prolong the date for the few moments it takes him to walk Tommy to his car. With anyone else, so soon into whatever this might turn out to be, Buck would worry that it's too much too soon. But Tommy has been so loud in his affection even with how gentle he's made sure to stay. Buck wants to be as free in his wanting as Tommy as is, so he reaches out and slips his fingers between Tommy's, damn near euphoric when they begin to swing between them as they walk.

It takes a moment to drag his eyes up to Tommy's face, caught up in the feeling of a hand in his. It's not the first time he's held a hand, far from it. Not even the first time he's held a man's hand. But this isn't Eddie letting him squeeze his fingers as he screams in pain. This isn't Taylor indulging him every now and then. This is Tommy smiling softly down at their hands like he's as mesmerised by it as Buck is, the tips of his ears growing pink and sending a giddy thrill of satisfaction through him.

"Can I ask you something?" Tommy says, giving Buck's hand a happy little squeeze.

"Don't think there's a limit on second date questions," Buck replies.

"Evan." And, Jesus, there's something about the way Tommy says his name. Even when it's that chiding little tone that should remind him of his parents, all he feels is an overwhelming warmth, all he can hear is fondness.

"Of course you can." Buck grins and watches Tommy's smile crinkle his face all over again like he just can't help it.

"Why'd you choose that abomination of a coffee for me?" And Buck groans just to hear Tommy laugh. "Really? What even was that?"

"Black coffee four sugars," Buck mumbles, kicking a stone across the sidewalk sheepishly.

"Jesus, Evan." Tommy's laugh is something special, loud and unrestrained and the sound of sunshine maybe. "Why?"

"I-I don't know, I panicked!" Buck doesn't realise he's drifting away from Tommy until the man pulls him back in by their joined hands, and Buck lets the bump of their shoulders calm him. "Just thought, you know..." Buck turns towards Tommy's car, but Tommy drags him gently towards the Jeep, leaning against the door when they reach it.

"You just thought..."

"I don't know." He shrugs, heat rising to his cheeks under the weight of Tommy's bright-eyed attention, lowers his voice all the way. "It reminded me of you."

"What was that?" Tommy grins, using the excuse to move in a little closer.

"It reminded me of you," Buck repeats, clearer this time, more confident. "You know, bit foreboding on the outside, but all sweet on the inside."

"Christ, you really are adorable," Tommy breathes, sounding as effected as Buck feels.

A kaleidoscope of butterflies swarms in his stomach, delightfully unfamiliar to him but already intoxicating, almost addicting.

It's not two men stood on a busy sidewalk in the middle of the day then. It's just Buck and someone he really fucking likes, someone he hasn't been able to stop thinking about for a week, someone he's only kissed once somehow. And suddenly that's a fact that absolutely should be rectified.

Buck steps forward, leaning up just ever so slightly on his toes, and kisses Tommy right there in the middle of LA. And it just feels right. Overwhelming in the best of ways. It's a quick press of lips, something more suited to the schoolboy he feels than the very adult man he is, not the kiss he wants but the kiss they both need. Chaste and lovely. A hello again. A beginning.

Tommy's free hand ghosts against his jaw, a flutter of a touch as Buck falls back onto his heels and takes a breath. It takes Tommy a few moments to open his eyes which means Buck gets to watch them flutter open, dazed and delighted.

"Get some sleep, Tommy," Buck tells him, finally letting go of his hand with a squeeze. "Text me when you wake up."

"Yessir," Tommy murmurs.

And Buck can't resist another kiss then, just as quick and chaste, anything else dangerous to Buck's self-restraint, before he unlocks the Jeep and climbs in. Tommy waves him off, and Buck glances back just in time to see Tommy's hand falling down to his lips as if to chase Buck's touch.

#sami rambles #i had lots of feelings about the coffee order #this is for elke <33333 #the amount of inspiration ive got from our silly little dms.... #911 show #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #buck x tommy #911 fic #911 ficlet #bucktommy fic #buck x tommy fic #bucktommy ficlet

[ghcstao3]

I hope your day is as amazing as you.

What would happen is soap was Makarov's son who run away to live with his Scottish Aunt? He knows Russian and how Makarov operates and wants to stop it, that is why he joined up. What would happen with the team and Makarov finding out?

Have a lovely rest of the year. I hope it is restful and relaxing

i actually love this prompt so much !! thank you, and i hope you are doing well :)

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The first thought in Soap’s head upon being passed a photo of his father isn’t of revenge or abhorrence like he thought it might be—it’s wondering if Ghost notices the tremble in his hand as he’s given the picture.

His second thought is that he must have, because Ghost isn’t even looking at the photo pinched between his fingers.

He’s looking right at Soap.

“Makarov,” Price supplies, though Soap needs no introduction. He’s more familiar with the task force’s newest target than he’d like to be.

But he’d been waiting for this. Soap had been surviving out of spite and the hope that maybe one day he might finally reach this point. That maybe he could be the one to put a bullet in his father's skull for all he's done.

Ghost’s eyes continue to bore into the side of his face up until a passive dismissal from Price, and even then there’s a second set of footsteps behind Soap as he leaves the bar.

His shadow only lets him get as far as the elevator of the run-down hotel they're posted up in for the time being, before the emergency stop toggle is pulled just as the doors slide shut and the car moves upward.

Soap is suddenly shoved up against a wall, Ghost's forearm pressed to his throat while a handlerail digs into his spine. He could fight the lieutenant off, he could—but Soap’s senses tell him it'd be futile. That whatever it is Ghost wants from him would be inescapable, inevitable, no matter how hard he tries.

"You know something," Ghost says, barely loud enough to be heard over the blaring elevator alarm. His eyes are intense, dark—and for a moment Soap is in full understanding of the fear Ghost's enemies carry for him.

"Not sure what you mean, sir," Soap replies. And maybe a part of him knows exactly what it is Ghost is talking about, but a louder majority is panicked. Confused.

Soap's throat is squeezed tighter. A threat, from his own lieutenant.

"About Makarov," Ghost grunts. "I saw your face when you looked at that photo. There's something you're not saying, MacTavish, and I reckon you'd spit it out before I make you."

Soap's eyes go wide, never having even thought of Ghost picking up on his expression. Never having even thought there was an expression. He feels his heartbeat jump pace, thumping in his throat as he struggles to swallow. This isn't how he'd imagine telling anyone his place in this. Who he really is.

In all honesty, he hadn't imagined it happening at all, mostly because he wished for it to never have to come up.

But perhaps Soap should've known that Ghost is too smart for that to be possible.

"Don't think you'd believe me if I told you," Soap rasps. He knows it's the wrong answer for Ghost, but he's not quite sure what else he could say.

Thankfully, Ghost doesn't suffocate Soap further, though he doesn't budge his hold yet, either. Not as he hisses, "Try me."

Soap screws his eyes shut, huffing air through his nose to brace himself for whatever reaction he'll receive. For whatever reaction he doesn't want to wait on.

"I'm—" Soap sighs his uncertainty, his voice quivering, "Makarov is my father."

Though Ghost scoffs, Soap can feel some of the pressure on his windpipe mercifully lift. "Bullshit he is. Why would you be hunting him?"

Soap finally begins to scrabble at the thick forearm at his throat. "I ran away when I was old enough. He... he made me do awful things for him, LT, and I—can you please just let me go?" Tears sting the corners of Soap's eyes. "I'll explain everything, I just—"

Ghost suddenly frees him, and Soap doubles over, heaving in gasping breaths as he rubs at his neck and collarbone. The alarm stops ringing as Ghost pushes the emergency toggle back in place, and the car begins moving again.

It's a blur, being led to Ghost's hotel room, but he's appreciative to not have to think about his steps as Ghost drags him along and seats him on the foot of the made bed.

Soap opens his mouth to let his explanation begin tumbling out, but Ghost shushes him before he gets the chance.

"I'm getting Price, Gaz, and Laswell before you say anything," Ghost tells him. "Whether you like it or not, I'm not keeping this secret from the team if it'll help us take down your f—Makarov's operation."

Soap understands, he does—but that doesn't mean it hurts any less to hear the distrust in Ghost's voice that Soap had only recently managed to work away.

Ghost pauses in the doorway, and for a hopeful second Soap thinks he's changed his mind.

"I'm sorry," he says instead, before turning and heading back into the hallway.

The door clicks loudly shut, the electronic lock mechanism resetting. Soap sighs, feeling his shoulders slump uncomfortably low as he waits. He suspects he has a night of storytelling ahead of him, now.

If only he'd been more careful.

*

The team takes in the new information better than Soap had anticipated.

Ghost says nothing the entire time. Asks no questions and offers nothing more than a grunt or huff to acknowledge what's being said. Soap only hopes his walls haven't been permanently rebuilt.

Price takes the information in stride, just as Laswell does. They both ask questions that pertain more so to their current mission, poking and prodding to see if any of Soap's personal intel could help them find more and easier success in the near future.

Gaz sits with him and tells Soap it changes nothing about who he is. That because he's still fighting for the right cause, nothing else matters—not his past nor paternity.

Soap is just grateful that beyond his confrontation with Ghost in the elevator, no rash decisions have been made otherwise in the face of this revelation.

But after everything—Soap just wants to sleep. He just wants space.

It takes longer than Soap would’ve liked for it to happen, but it does eventually. He’s finally allowed to leave the room and shuffle to his own, though not before Price catches his arm in the hallway, once Gaz and Laswell have both disappeared, Ghost’s door having long since been shut.

“This isn’t to say I don’t trust you to do it,” Price says, “but if it comes down to it, Soap—you can’t hesitate.”

Can’t hesitate to kill Makarov, Price means.

“Of course, sir.” Soap nods. In no world does he need to be told to take action. “I understand. No second-guesses.”

Price hums. “Good,” he says, and pats Soap’s shoulder. “Now rest up, sergeant. Lots of work still to do.”

Soap nods again and bids Price goodnight before finally slipping into his own room. He barely takes the time to toe off his shoes and shed his jacket before collapsing onto the bed, more than ready to curl up and sleep for an eternity.

But alas, as Price had said—there’s still plenty left to do.

#ask #i realize i’ve left out makarov finding out #but that is because i could not decide what would happen #and i apologize for that and thank you for this prompt anyhow #because i enjoyed writing this #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #kate laswell #task force 141 #writing

[mr-m-murdock]

REQ!! jealous nat x flirtatious r ?? reader that makes nat jealous on purpose.

fuck around and find out

warnings: idk. possessiveness?

a/n: jealousy? god tier. thank you anon (free beefy!nat crumbs for ya too)

The drink that the bartender sets down in front of you is pink and yellow, and there's a pink straw and a tiny cocktail umbrella lolling against the edge of the glass.

"Uh..." you say. "Don't think I ordered that, thanks."

"It's from the lady at the end, blue dress," he replies. He shrugs. "I can tell her to back off if you want." He can probably see Nat glaring at you from across the room. Or maybe he saw her making out with you on one of the couches less than ten minutes ago.

You shake your head. "Nah, thanks." You lift the glass in the direction of the woman at the other end of the bar, and she watches you take a sip with a smile on her face. So it's gonna be one of those kind of nights. You've already made up your mind, anyway - Natasha's been irritating you all evening. Taste of her own goddamn medicine.

You take a sip as the woman sits down beside you. It tastes strongly of pineapple. “Fruity,” you say, and you look her up and down. Her dress is stunning.

She laughs. "I've got an intuition for that kind of thing," she replies, and she shifts closer to you.

"You come here with anyone?" you ask. You don't usually play it deliberately obtuse, and she gives you an odd look.

"No," she says. "All alone." She's tall, all legs, and she's looking at you like she wants to take you home. You consider, if this were happening four months ago, would you let her? She's your type: confident in her dominance and ready for anything the second she set eyes on you.

Maybe.

She's still looking at you, not perturbed by your silence, and loose hair has fallen from behind her ear. You take another sip of your gifted drink.

You can see reflections shift in the mirrored bar top - time's almost up.

"So where are you from?" you ask, leaning forward, forearm on the smooth bar top. The woman grins at you.

"Chicago," she says. A shadow rears in the reflective counter.

"Oh really? Is it cold there?" You might as well be batting your eyelashes at her, but you can see the exact second the woman realises who's stepped up behind you.

Natasha's hand lands on your shoulder firmly.

You tilt your head back a little and look up at her: you can see the gold of her necklace glinting against her collarbone and a curl of red hair, but the rest of her face is lost in the bright overhead lights. Her shoulders are tight. "Hey, babe," you say. You lay your hand on top of hers and squeeze.

"Hi," she says. Her voice is masterfully clear and casual. "Who's this?" You can hear her eyebrows raise.

"I'm making friends," you reply, cheerful as what-are-you-gonna-do-about-it can be. The woman, in the corner of your eye, looks like she's about to on-god pass out.

"The taxi's just pulled up," Natasha says. You look up at her and she looks down at you: undecipherable. She's so good at it. You have such an urge to make her crack.

You frown. "It's barely past midnight, I haven't even-"

"I'm tired." She cuts you off - not sharp, but firm. She's situating herself in control, where she always is. Up in her seat with your head on her knee.

The woman turns away awkwardly. Natasha thumbs at your cheek, and it would be a sweet touch if you couldn't feel the edge of her nail dragging against your skin. Oh, she's so bored of you getting on her nerves. You want to push her further.

You shrug and detach yourself from her grip, turning to the bar and taking a careless sip of your drink. "I'll join you at home."

She laughs, out loud: and she must not mean to, because it's quiet and restrained. But she takes it in her stride. "Don't be an idiot, you have to be up tomorrow morning." She tugs at your hair affectionately.

"I'm a big girl," you say, feigning annoyance, and you pull your hair out of her reach and take another sip of your drink. It's intensely sweet.

When you look up at her again, straw still halfway into your mouth, she's searching your face. It's possible that she can't tell whether you're being deliberately obtuse and annoying, or whether you're more drunk than you seem and are actually insisting on staying. She must come to a conclusion: her expression closes off.

"I'm going home, then," she says. A test. How exciting.

"Okay." You pluck the paper umbrella from your drink and reach up to tuck it behind her ear. Then you give her a smile and you pull the straw into your mouth and suck.

She gives you a murderous look that slides quickly off her face.

Then she turns away and walks out.

You give it ten seconds before you can't do it any longer, unable to stop from grinning to yourself, and then you slide off your seat and make after her, leaving your drink at the bar.

She's already in the elevator; fuck, but she's fast in heels.

"Nat!" you say, quickening your pace. For a second, as she turns in the elevator to look at you, you think she's not going to hold the doors. But she does, waving a lazy, reluctant hand between them, and they bounce back open. You stagger in, a little windswept, and she crosses her arms at you.

You wait until the doors slide closed again.

"Sorry," you say, not sorry at all. "I was joking." You're not even trying to hide your smile now. "Are you really going home?"

"You're really fucking annoying," she says, through gritted teeth. All pretenses dropped. "I was having a nice time, for once."

"You didn't have to storm out," you say. Your smile is splitting your face now. She's so jealous. You step up to her and link your arms around her waist. In her heels, she's taller than you, and you can feel the muscles in her back when you twist your fingers into her dress. She looks down at you blankly. "Did you get a bit possessive?" you tease.

Natasha doesn't answer for a while. She just stares at you, mouth working ever so slightly. Then she steps forward, so forcefully you have to move back, and she backs you up against the wall of the elevator without even putting a hand on you. You feel the whine of machinery against the back of your skull. She presses her forehead down against yours and sets her palms against the wall either side of your head.

"You're very brave," she says, "to be playing games with me." Her teeth flash. You grin up at her, holding her close, relishing in the excitement her voice elicits in your belly.

"You're such a big bad wolf, huh?" you say. You run your fingers down her back and feel her shudder in response, her eyes momentarily closing. "So big and bad you won't even let your girlfriend talk to other women?"

"I'm not stopping you from doing whatever you want," Natasha says. She kisses your cheek, the promise of something worse beyond her lips. "I'm just reminding you that there are consequences." Those last words are spoken directly into your cheekbone.

"Big bad wolf," you say again, a whisper this time. "Woof, woof."

Natasha's lips move from your cheek to your neck, kissing you over the chain of your necklace. She takes it in her teeth and moves it aside. She presses another kiss, open-mouthed, over your pulse, then laughs when she feels the quick-set beat beneath your skin. You can't help it. She drives you crazy. "Oh, baby," she murmurs. "Do you get such a kick out of embarrassing me?"

"Yes," you breathe. The chrome of the elevator is hazy now. "You're so pretty when you're angry."

She doesn't answer you. Then you feel her teeth on your skin. More, more, until it's painful. She's right up against you, and one hand drops to creep up your thigh, bunching up your dress.

You take in a huge breath of air, but the vertigo of the elevator and the feel of her mouth at your neck is dizzying. "Oh, fuck," you whine. "Nat, we shouldn't do this here." You make a reluctant attempt at pushing her away and she growls into your neck. The other hand pushes at your breastbone, pressing you hard to the wall.

The bell goes for the first floor and she pulls away, leaving you panting against the wall. She inspects the side of your neck, ignoring the pitiful look you're giving her. The side of her mouth lifts up.

The realisation hits you. "Are you fucking kidding me?" you exclaim, as the elevator doors slide open.

Your head whips round. Tony Stark, with four other Avengers at his shoulders, stares at the two of you. "Oh," he says. He takes in your face, where you know a bright flush has spread, and the crumpled fabric of your dress, and the hickey Nat just gave you, and he starts to grin. "Romanoff, you dog," he says.

Words fail you. You're not sure they would have made anything better, with the way five superheroes are gaping at you. Bruce Banner is almost as red as you.

Nat takes your hand and tugs you forward. "Excuse me," she says, and she drags you right through the little crowd, purposefully shunting Stark aside, and into the bright foyer.

You follow, your burning face to the floor, and you wait until you're sat in the safe, dark confines of Natasha's passenger seat to turn and glare at her. You're still blushing, and that probably detracts from how angry you're trying to look.

"You look cute in that dress," she says, conversationally. The streetlights flicker over the smirk that's growing on her lips.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you exclaim, your voice hysterically high. "You asshole!"

"I don't think I know what you mean," Natasha replies, making a smooth right turn.

"Don't know what I mean my ass," you growl. "You marked me up and then paraded me past all your friends!" She grins at the windscreen and you groan and sink your face into your hands. "Oh, god, that was mortifying." Bruce Banner's face swims in your mind's eye.

You feel her hand, warm, land on your thigh.

"You are so making it up to me," you grumble.

Nat's laughing at you, quiet, just a triumphant little snicker. She fingers the hem of your dress, then pulls her hand away to flick on her indicator. "I'm not making anything up to you," she says. You glare at her through your fingers, and she's grinning at you. "You started it, sweetheart. This is how it ends." And with deft hands, she makes another turn. True to her word, she doesn't make it up to you. In the end, you make it up to her: and you're not sure how that exchange happened.

But really, it was your fault. You should have picked a less sadistic girlfriend.

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[bellewintersroe]

okay i'm glad! then i'm sending this in if you ever get back in a BoB mood, but no pressure :)

can i request headcanons on how some of them would react (i was thinking mainly Liebgott, Roe and Speirs, but absolutely feel free to add anyone you want too like Luz or Malarkey) if the Easy company gets dispatched in a town near the sea/has to sleep in a beach or similar, and the sweet and kind nurse that is always dispatched with the second battalion (who everyone is crushing on ofc hahaha) as soon as all the high ranks are gone just, takes off her uniform (so she is like in her bra and underwear) and just bolts it towards the sea, calling for the others to join her and play around in the water, because she just loves the sea that much?

i just thought something fun and light could be cute, since the boys definitely need some fun time :)🫶🏻

heyyyy omg so sorry it’s taken so long to reply but thank you thank you thank you for your request! I love this idea sm!! I have altered it slightly to make it more realistic (don’t ask why cos I bend the rules all the time) but I hope these head cannons are okay!!! &lt;3 <3 <3 <3

Band of Brothers x Nurse!Reader Headcannons

General HC’s for 2nd battalion + some more men reacting to their well loved nurse having some fun in the water.

So first let me set the scene, you’ve all just been told you’re being shipped back off to the pacific and morale has somewhat dropped again.

theres so much anxiety snd tension in the air that nobody really can unwind, so after one particularly gruelling training session, 2nd battalions nurse decides to have a little fun…

It’s a boiling hot day in Austria, the lake looks so inviting, and she’s such a sweetheart she just wants to boost morale. All the men absolutely adore her, if they don’t have a crush on her they find her endearing and a comfort to them.

“fuck it.” She mutters, stripping off her uniform as she runs closer to the pier, dropping each piece of clothing behind her.

One by one all the men’s heads turn and then suddenly begin whooping and whistling in excitement. Joe Liebgott:

Stunned to see you stripping off, in fact he remains frozen with his jaw dropped for a few moments. He’s so used to seeing you all covered up and oh my god boobs.

“Close your trap, Joe, you’re trapping flies.”

wouldn’t take much convincing to get in, I think he’d be super playful with you, splashing you and dunking you.

deffo splashes you a little too much, but when you’d jump on his back and he feels the press of your boobs against his bare back- uhhhh his brain turns to mush.

“It’s so nice, isn't it Joe?”

“Uh- yeah, so nice…” deffo gets a boner.

Eugene Roe:

Maybe a lil different scenario, I feel like if there was a group of you he’d probably sit on the side watching and laughing in amusement.

he’d watch you strip off and immediately avert his eyes out of respect but ohmygodogogososo he’s blushing- he hasn’t seen a woman like that for years.

you’re already super close, so to be able to have downtime together creates something more… intimate.

if you’d jump in at the end of the day, the sun setting when it’s just the two of you I don’t think it would take much convincing to for him to get in the water.

you’d float further back from the surface with a smirk as he undressed, jumping in and purposefully splashing you.

would be a little more shy, especially if there’s more men around, but the second you joke about how he might need to give you cpr and the kiss of life he’s smirking and acting all cool and omg.

his hands would snake lower and lower down onto your butt and everybody would be none the wiser around you guys if there was others there.

who knew Roe could be such a flirt?

Ron Speirs:

Now this guy being your literal superior probably wouldn’t linger around to see you, 2nd battalions own nurse, strip off to go for a swim whilst all the horny men giggle like children from the land.

he’d deffo know he had to be more respectful, but let’s change the time a little, it’s just after the German army surrendered, you’re both wasted.

Rob asks you like ‘so what were you doing in the water the other day?’

You’d tell him in return you were just having some fun and he should’ve tried it. Ron, in a celebratory mood, and captivated by how fucking beautiful you are just thinks ‘fuck it’ and makes the decision to go on a ‘walk’.

You end up pushing each other into the water.

for a moment you’re probs shocked that this is literally Captain Speirs you’re swimming with, but things get… heated and there’s no time to think about being intimidated.

you’d deffo probs have the hottest, spontaneous sex with him in the water lmaooo.

George Luz:

You just know this man would be the first one to jump in with you OMG.

he’d be so excited like finally, somebody’s just as fun as he is…

Probs like that kid on holiday that takes it too far and dunks you to the point you’re so out of breath.

I feel like you two would physically play fight to playfully drowning each other. Would be chaos central and anybody who tried to come near you would get a face-full of water.

Don’t be surprised if you wake up the next day with bruises.

kinda sweet tho, you’d lay on the beach together the same night and he’d be all sweet, apologising and checking he didn’t take it too far?

Don Malarkey:

Everybody knows Don needs this time to unwind and just have some fun.

for the first time in months he feels more like himself, the two of you already have a very close bond so it makes you both so mutually happy to the see the other so care free.

I think he’d be laughing like crazy, probably throwing you off the dock and then jumping in after you, cos even tho he’s playing around he doesn’t want to be too rough with you.

would happily shove any of the other men in the water so that the two of you are left standing on the land together.

When he see’s you in your wet bikini oh my godddd- his brain turns to mush and he practically avoids even making eye contact with you he’s that nervous.

when you sit on his lap later that evening he’s done for.

he’s a little stunned cos you’re always so sweet and innocent… but it feels like a dream come true for Malarkey.

#band of brothers headcanons #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #joe liebgott imagines #joe liebgott x reader #gene roe x reader #ron speirs x reader #george luz x reader #don malarkey x reader

[xlovely-daydreamsx]

IFHY CH. 1 (Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

God, he can’t stop himself now. Not with how you peer up at him through long lashes, eyes glazed over with lust. Not with how your tongue darts out to lick your lips and he thinks about capturing them in his own, biting at them until they’re red and swollen and that adorable pout is forever plastered on your face.

He watches your fingers glide under the waistband of his suit, manicured nails scraping lightly against the skin there and he almost moans. 

How long had it been since he let another person touch him like this, or rather, at all?

Warnings: nsfw (18+), possesiveness, rough, mild blood, dirty talk, mentions of character death, you and miguel are both sad and bad at coping

Word Count: 4085

Note: This might be an ongoing series because I have So Many Thoughts. Feel free to send me asks about anything confusing, and let me know if I should continue to post this here or not... IFHY is a Tyler the Creator song, which y’all should listen to - it’s my Miguel’s anthem basically lmfao. ANYWAYS pls enjoy i appreciate u all!

When the spiders begin to infect your world, you know the only person who can keep things under control is you. At least, you’re the only one anyone would hold accountable if they decided to do something… unsavory, and if the large black hole in the middle of New York City was indicative of anything, it was that the spiders were nothing but trouble.

Peter called you first, because he always did. 

“Uhm, boss lady, there’s some other Spider-Men here, and they want me to join some secret society? I think I’m being recruited into the Illuminati…” he trails off, obviously whispering into the phone. Since your father had passed, Peter had sort of… leaned on you, in a sense. You hadn’t any recollection of meeting the boy despite his Avenger status, but he looked at you with so much melancholy in his gaze that you knew he must see something of Tony in you, and you’d allow it simply to make yourself feel better. Nobody thinks you’re anything like your dad, but on days like these, you can only wish you were.

“I’ll be right there, Pete.” You mumble back, setting his location into KAREN and heading out, thick black wings spreading behind you, launching you into the night.

The explosion comes moments after.

You see it in the sky - a clash of black and white that seems unworldly, knocking the wind from beneath your wings and sending you flying back, tumbling towards one of the hundreds of towering buildings in New York.

Crack. You hear it as you collide, feeling the dig of concrete and glass into your back - a feeling you’re all too familiar with, and yet it seems like so long ago that you had felt it last. It’s almost… exhilarating. 

You steady yourself with a foot against the building, launching yourself off of it and back towards the wreckage of whatever unfortunate event was unfolding in your city.

You watch beeps, signaling your close proximity to Peter and you begin your descent to him.

It was horrible, really, how excited you were at the idea of a fight. The last time you had been involved in something like this was with him by your side… maybe if everything went awry, you could join him soon enough.

There’s a huge fucking hole in your city, you realize as you approach.

“KAREN,” you speak into your wrist as you glide by, “send the bots out to scan and contain the area.” She replies with a conformation, but you’re too transfixed on the pit beneath you. It’s horribly, endlessly back, and you feel yourself being tugged towards it ever-so-slightly as you fly. 

You need to find Peter, and fast.

You see the other spiders before you see yours. There’s three of them, all with striking blue and red suits, drawing your eye in curiosity. They all looked so… different. You expected some evil version of Peter, red eyes and big fangs and very obviously variants of your Spider-Man, but the crowd that greets you is nothing of the sort.

You plummet down to the surface, positioning yourself in front of your spider. His suit glimmers with gold and metals- a suit your dad supposedly had made for him.

Looking at it makes you a little queasy, and you fight the urge to stare at your palms, covered in the same glittering metals.

“(Y/N)!” Peter sounds so relieved. He’s always happy to have that weight off his shoulders, free of carrying the burden all on his own. You wonder how long he’d been doing so before you recruited him into the New Avengers.

You wonder how anyone could give up control like he can.

“I guess you guys haven’t gotten the memo,” you gesture at the trio of spiders in front of you. A biker chick, a ballerina, and the biggest fucking beefcake you’ve ever seen in your life; it’s somehow not the weirdest group of friends you’ve seen in your days in the city, “but Earth-616 is closed for tourism and immigration. I don’t care what planet, galaxy, dimension y’all are from, but you need to leave.”

“Sorry, pendeja, we’re not here for you. This is obviously Spider-Man business, no?” The beefcake speaks, strolling towards you leisurely. His arms are crossed, horribly large things that strain under the fabric of his suit. You smile warmly at him, cocking your head.

“Mmh, no.” The smile drops, “I am Earth-616’s representative, not Spider-Man.”

“I work for her!” Peter points at you, nodding to the other Spider-People. You try not to cringe.

“That’s your problem, not mine. My problem,” he points behind you at the gaping hole in the city, “is that.” He’s closer to you now, absolutely looming over you, and it’s then that you realize how truly large he is. You’d always been on the smaller side of the scale, but his stature was all encompassing, his shadow engulfing you with no effort at all. 

You watch as his eyes drift down to you, then back over your head at the pit, and with a little jingle on your watch, you’re prompted to bring your eyes to it, too. Your drones had arrived, and were making quick work of scanning the hole and surrounding areas.

“Don’t worry, little buddy,” you reach up and pat his arm - oh my God, he’s rock fucking solid, “I’m already taking care of it.”

He practically growls at you, “You don’t have the technology to take care of it; we barely do, and this is our specialty.” 

“Was that supposed to sound impressive?” He grimaces, “It’s okay to admit that someone’s better than you.”

The scowl he gives you sends a shiver down your spine.

“Look, I don’t have time to argue with some… little girl, okay? That hole could destroy your universe, do you understand? Now, step back and let us do our work.” You simply watch him as he steps past you to the ledge of the building, rocketing himself off of it. He flies for a minute, rather impressively, you might add, but it isn’t long before he approaches the hole and slams into something transparent, a ripple of blue emanating from where he collided with your drones’ protective barrier.

You turn to the other spider-people, who you can tell are trying to hold back laughter.

“Now, are we open to collaboration?”

Your house is so empty. Apartment, penthouse, whatever you want to call it, it was always the same when you got back. No laughter, no steps echoing through the hall, no glasses clinking in the kitchen. It’s just you and the ghosts of the life you’ll never get back.

So, when you enter the penthouse with a visitor in tow, the sound of his footsteps following close behind you - something other than the sound of your keys jingling and your ragged breathing - it almost feels alien to the space around you. This home wasn’t meant for people anymore; this was your silent prison.

But it’s comforting in a way. It feels familiar… melancholic. 

“You’ve got this whole place to yourself?” He lets his eyes wander over the space as you lead him down the hall, past the kitchen and towards the stairs.

“Yup,” you say with a pop of the P, sounding characteristically unenthusiastic about it. What you wouldn’t give to have that be untrue.

“It’s not as fun as you’d think it would be,” you lead him down the stairs, down, down, down towards the lab. Your father’s lab, which you haven’t bothered to enter in so many months. You had let Sam and Rhodey take whatever they wanted, but you hadn’t bothered to look. There was nothing worth seeing down here, anyways.

“I know it’s not,” he replies like it’s the most casual thing in the world, like everyone knows what it’s like to be totally, truly alone like you, “the silence is… too much.”

You don’t know how to respond, so you simply type in your code, allowing the glass door to slide open for him. The room is big, much bigger than you remember but somehow suffocating all the same.

You realize after a moment that there isn’t a single suit left in the lab, and you wonder if they really needed them, or if it was some kind of kindness for you.

You elect to stop looking.

“Make yourself at home, big guy.” You say, making quick work of cleaning your desk by simply wiping it all onto the floor with a clang. You don’t know what it was going to be, nor do you care to - he wasn’t there to help you finish it, and you had more work to do than ever. “KAREN, pull up our data on the big hole, please.”

‘Our earlier scans indicate that the hole is actually a large concentration of Anti-Matter,’ her robotic voice thrums through the room, holograms of information popping up all around you, ‘our drones have managed to contain it for the time being, but it seems to be trying to expand within the barrier’s perimeters.’

“I have one of those, too,” Miguel says behind you, too close for comfort. His presence is all-encompassing, casting you in a shadow, 

“A big hole?” You cock your head, and he only shakes his head disapprovingly.

“LYLA, pull up our data to compare.”

Another voice chimes as a little woman appears in front of you, a pout on her face.

“What, I don’t get a please? KAREN got one,” her eyes drift to you, “can I work for you instead?” Miguel just sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Now, please, LYLA.” She smiles, and your blue holograms are soon accompanied by orange, merging together in a technicolor lightshow in front of you both. 

“A lot of this data actually overlaps,” LYLA says, flickering in and out of view all over the room, inspecting everything you have to offer, “but your drones missed a few key components.” She expands a few pieces, covering you in the orange light of her holos. 

It’s times like these that you wish you really were Tony Stark’s daughter- then you might have a tiny bit of his intelligence to understand what was in front of you.

You’d figure it out eventually, though - you always do.

You can’t help but notice how much he looks at you. Your work had been rather silent so far, only small comments made when absolutely necessary on his part, but his eyes say more to you than anything else. Deep, dark circles that match your own, watching every move you make. Every bend, stretch, turn - his eyes are on you, tracing your delicate form.

You were well aware of the effect you have on men. Since you were young, much too young, you had known - you were the cover of Playboy at 16, Vogue and Cosmo in the following years, now too many to count. Teenage heartthrob (Y/N) Stark, just as wild and untamed as her father had been. At least, that’s always what they had said. You never tried to seduce anyone, but who wouldn’t want to be on their knees for a Stark?

Miguel, apparently, because every time you would catch his gaze he would avert it, avoiding your attention like the plague. He’s like a wild animal, cornered, threatened, by you. By your mere presence.

To be completely honest, it bothered you. Everyone wanted you, would try to take a bite whenever opportunity arose, so what was so special about him? Why wouldn’t he try? 

If you know anything, it’s that men love the chase.

And yet he won’t chase you at all.

It’s… irritating, you decide, but a good challenge nonetheless.

“You know,” you say, breaking the silence. You find yourself approaching his workspace, feet moving without any real thought behind it.

“You look lonely,” your hand trails against the desk and he watches as it glides across the sleek metal, his shoulders tense but unmoving, “We could keep each other company.”

You’re in front of him now, his knees slightly spread as he sits, and you knock them with your own to make room for yourself, sinking in between the space he makes for you.

“(Y/N),” he practically growls, and you know he wants it just as much as you do. You know he doesn’t think he deserves it. You know it’s an act of self punishment, so you ignore it. 

Your hand glides across the fabric of the suit straining against his thick, muscled thighs. You trail higher, higher up to the V of his hips and he releases a shuddering breath. Fingers searching until they find the button they’re looking for, allowing the lower half of his suit to release.

“Do you want me to?”

“Do you want me, too?” She asks him, her touch featherlight on his skin. She sets him ablaze, sending shivers wracking his body and a growing heat in his groin that he hasn’t felt in so long, save for lonely nights in his quarters, fisting himself shamefully in the shower and washing the evidence of his crimes down the drain. He needs it more than he’s willing to admit, and the way your voice echoes in his ears, soft and sweet and innocent. He can’t bring himself to tell you no, even though he knows you’d never ask him such a thing if you really knew him. But you want him, and it’s been so long since someone has wanted him, so he simply threads his fingers through your hair. 

God, he can’t stop himself now. Not with how you peer up at him through long lashes, eyes glazed over with lust. Not with how your tongue darts out to lick your lips and he thinks about capturing them in his own, biting at them until they’re red and swollen and that adorable pout is forever plastered on your face.

He watches your fingers glide under the waistband of his suit, manicured nails scraping lightly against the skin there and he almost moans. 

How long had it been since he let another person touch him like this, or rather, at all?

You pull the waistband down, down until his cock springs out of its place under the fabric, the head already pink and dripping.

Jesus, he looks so large compared to you. Your hands barely fit around it, the length of it seemingly almost as big as your head. You were so small, though - everything about you was small, and yet you acted so much larger than life that he had forgotten how fragile you appeared to be. He can’t forget it now, though - not with the comparison right in front of him; not with the way you were on your knees for him.

You place small kisses against his length, moving ever higher and leaving a trail of spit behind that left him aching. You sent him a coy smile before you licked against his tip, precum smearing on your lips like gloss. You take the head in easily, tongue swirling across the slit in a way that makes his hips buck up, but you keep your composure, a small hand against his pelvis to push him back down.

He reaches for it, taking your wrist in his hand, which completely engulfs you.

“Muñeca,” he lets out a shaky sigh, “I know you can take it.” No more words are needed - he knows you understand with the way you gaze up at him, your jaw going slack and your tongue laying flat underneath his cock. He tightens the hand in your hair and pushes you down, thrusting deep into your throat. He keeps pushing, fucking into you like a fleshlight, feeling the warm wetness of it with every motion. He wanted to mould you to the shape of his cock, have you still feel the ghost of him every time you swallow, missing the feeling of choking on him.

You gag around him but stay lax, pliant - obedient. Those eyes, God, glossy and tearful, but wanting. You want this, him, you want him, you want him-

He pushes your head down to his pubes, holding you there as your throat constricts around him and he cums deep, an iron grip keeping you in place as he empties into you.

With a rough shove, you’re off his cock and you stumble backwards off your knees, catching yourself on your hand as you cough. He barely gives you a second before an impossibly large hand grabs your face, fingers pushing roughly into your jaw.

“Show me,” he commands, and you oblige without complaint, mouth open and tongue out with an aah.

“Mi niña buena, no? So hungry for my cum.” He says, and you have the audacity to smile, nodding with your eyes shut lazily, nuzzling slightly into his grip.

He can’t control himself a second longer.

He grabs you harshly by the arm, pulling you upwards into his lap and straight into a kiss. He can’t help but growl into it, too much teeth on his end but he needs to feel in control, like he can capture you with every swipe of his tongue into your mouth and every nip against your bottom lip.

He thinks he tastes blood.

His hands find your thighs and he lifts you up, claws digging into your soft, supple skin as he drops you on the desk, pushing you with a harsh hand against your chest. Your back hits the table, cold metal against the part of your skin unveiled by your shirt riding up high on your back.

Miguel doesn’t have time to undress you, no time for tenderness or patience. Instead, he rips at your shorts, his animalistic claws tearing through the fabric of both them and your undergarments, leaving you bare below the waist and he takes it all in eagerly, eyes scanning every part of your body. He pushes your shirt upward, exposing your breasts kept carefully under a plain, black bra. One swipe of a claw and that falls away, too, leaving you completely exposed.

You don’t even look embarrassed.

Miguel is the one falling to his knees now, coming face to face with your bare pussy like a man praying at the altar, and it’s with closed eyes and shaking palms that he buries himself into it, tongue lapping incessantly at your folds.

He eats like a starving man, tongue flicking against your clit over and over until your back is arching inches above table, white knuckling the edges of it as abuses your sensitive cunt. 

The lust coursing through him threatens to tear him apart, so he braces himself with hands on your thighs, claws digging into the skin and leaving you with a hot pain to accompany the unending pleasure he’s giving you.

He sucks against your clit and your hand instinctively reaches for him, threading into his black locks and rutting against his tongue as you cum hard, harder than you ever have by yourself, alone in that room with your multitude of toys. Despite the many men you had been with, nothing could have prepared you for the beast that sits between your legs, eyes dark with a hunger that threatens to swallow you whole.

“Miguel, please,” You don’t even know what you’re begging for - more, mercy, you aren’t sure, but his figure is looming over you in seconds, his cock already hard once again as he rubs the tip against your sopping wet entrance, slick sounds echoing in the room along with your pants.

“Gonna fill you up with my cock, chiquita. Fill you up and stretch you out. Fuck,” he bares his fangs and you moan, “you want it, baby? Tell me you want it.” He grabs you by the jaw again, fingers gliding across your blood stained lips. “Ask your papi real sweet like.”

You can tell he wants it just as much as you do, feeling the heat from his cock against you, his precum adding to the slick of your cunt, but you want to beg him, want to obey, so you oblige.

“Please, please, fuck, I want you inside me. Break me, Miguel, please.”

Break you - fuck, he could do that. Every part of his body threatened to; his sharp claws against your soft skin, strong grip and large hands on your delicate wrists, his towering frame over your own, much smaller one. He was Godzilla and you were fucking Tokyo. 

His dick pushed into you entirely ungentle, his bestial tendencies apparent in everything he does. Your thighs are covered in scratches, some smeared with small lines of blood, and the constant mix of pain and pleasure makes your head spin.

He stretches you out thoroughly, his massive girth shoved into you inch by inch until he’s hilt-deep inside of you and you swear you can feel him in your womb.

He doesn’t waste any time, pumping in and out of you at a bruising pace, pulling you down to the hilt with every movement. You can barely think, head spinning, filled only with thoughts of the strong figure fucking into you like a dog in heat.

He’s so, so much bigger than anything else you’d ever had, and the way he stretches you open leaves your stomach in knots.

He’s in love with your pussy. The taste of you is like honey, your warmth engulfs his cock in a pleasure like no other- it’s like you were made for him.

He leans down and captures you into another kiss, broken up by your incessant moans with every thrust of him into your cervix. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time, and when he pulls out of the kiss and opts to leave trails of them along your neck, teeth nipping and gnashing at the skin they find there. Every part of this man threatens to consume you, and yet you give yourself up readily, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into his back as you moan. 

He growls against your shoulder and you feel sharp teeth pierce into you, deep searing pain that rips a cry out of your mouth as your orgasm crashes over you. He fucks your through it, hard thrust after thrust until you feel him twitching inside you and he buries himself balls deep, cock pulsing as he fills you with cum.

Neither of you can bother to care about the implications.

He can’t help but stare down at you as you lay there, chest heaving and eyes half-lidded. You looked fucked, and it took everything in him to stop himself from fucking you again. Maybe he went too rough, he thinks as he stares at the bleeding bite on your shoulder and scratches littering your body, but when he pulls out and your pussy is gushing with your cum and his own, he can’t bring himself to regret it in the slightest.

“You took it so well, (Y/N).” The sound of your name on his tongue pulls you out of your stupor and you can only respond with a groan, your hand rubbing against your eyes.

You needed a shower and a nap.

You push yourself up onto your elbows and watch as he secures his suit back in place, the traces of your deeds only apparent on your soiled figure.

He presses a few buttons on his watch, and in a moment, a small, metal spider crawls out of it, making you furrow your brow as you watch him fiddle with it. Holding it by the leg, he holds it out to you, and you hold your palm up warily. It drops into your palm, skittering before settling itself in your grasp.

“All the data you need is compiled on that little guy. Try to take care of it, okay?” You nod, much too tired to speak.

Miguel’s eyes flit over you one last time, and the way his brow furrows leaves you wondering what exactly he’s thinking in that gorgeous head of his.

He takes one impossibly large step toward you, hand reaching for your face and it takes all your willpower not to flinch away from him. His grasp is gentle this time, thumb tracing against the soft curve of your jaw as he places a small, delicate kiss against your forehead.

“Take care, chiquita.” 

And with that, he takes his leave, the light of his portal dimming as he exits, leaving you alone.

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count:  2.5k

Summary: The jackass you wrote off last night seeks you out for an apology. At least you get a baseball game out of it.

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: I'm just here for the baseball.

You're coming back from your  morning run, endorphins pumping through your body, when a text notification from an unknown number flashes across the screen of your phone.  

Unknown Number: Hey, it's Jake the Jackass from the bar last night.  Just wanted to apologize again and thank you for the apparently needed ego check.

You: Glad I could provide some much needed grounding.  How did you get my number?

Unknown Number: Lydia ended up back here with Rooster last night.  I asked her when she briefly emerged from their sex den.

You: Ahh sweet traitorous Lydia. Anyway, I accept the apology.  Bye and have a nice life.

Unknown Number: That's abrupt, lol.  Let me try to redeem myself at least.  I've got two home plate tickets to the Padres game today.  Interested in joining me?

You consider the offer, a free ticket to a game and something to do this afternoon.  In an unusual fit of impulse you grab your phone and reply.

You: Sure, why not.  I'll meet you at the entrance opposite the convention center at 12:30.  

Unknown Number: Sounds great, it's a date. See you then.

You: It's not a date, it's amends.  Especially if I buy the beer.

You don't receive a response.  you save his number in your phone as Jackass, Jake in the last name first format.  

Jake the Jackass has such a nice alliteration to it.  Looking at the clock you've got just enough time to clean up, shove some food down your gullet, and catch the ferry from Coronado Island over to the stadium.  

It's a beautiful day that happens more often than not in San Diego when you get off the ferry and walk towards Petco Park.  You can see Jake waiting from a distance, he's easy to pick out with the ramrod military posture, sun lightened blond hair waving gently in the wind, and those ubiquitous aviator sunglasses.  Are they contractually required to wear them all the time?

You're about 50 feet away when he spots you and you can see the smile bloom in his face in recognition as you approach.  He opens his arms for a hug and to your own surprise you reciprocate the gesture.  The warmth of his hand seeps through the light cotton sundress you chose for today and almost sears where your bare skin meets his.  With the sensible sandals you're wearing he's almost a foot taller than you and you feel very small, yet safe in his arms.  Again you get the woodsy smell of his aftershave and think how nice he smells.  He pulls back and says, 

"I wasn't sure you were going to come.  Thought you might want to finish grinding my ego into the ground."

You laugh and reply, 

"I keep my word.  Besides I figure anyone who's enough of a glutton for punishment to try again is probably worth a second chance. That and a tiny soft spot in my heart that decided at least I get out to a Padres game. It's hard to find someone to go with sometimes."

You start walking towards the turnstile to enter the stadium.

"Lydia and Beth, not big sports fans?" He asks.

"Hardly, the funny thing is that I work with a whole lot of dudes who love baseball, but I just can't imagine spending time with them outside of work without them getting the wrong idea."

"What idea would that be?" He asks waggling his eyebrows.  

You point at him,

"That one.  For some reason I can't just hang out with a guy from work without them thinking it's more than just someone to hang with and watch some baseball.  They try to make it more and it gets real awkward at work when I don't reciprocate. I dated one guy from work and it got pretty serious before it went down in spectacular flames." 

You make explosion gestures with your hands. 

"Ended up leaving that job, it got so bad, but that led me to your  job at Lockheed Martin so it works out in the end." 

You take a deep breath, you usually don't reveal that much personal info so early.  You know you have trust issues. Jake's brows have furrowed into what you read as anger when thinking about some long ago asshole. For some reason the thought of him wanting to kick some guys ass for you makes you feel fuzzy, then you can feel your  feminist brain sigh in disappointment. Sensing the mood has shifted too far towards serious, you laugh your nervous laugh, and point over to the concession stand and ask, 

"You got drinks last night so it's your  turn.  What do you want?" 

Jake surprisingly goes along easily with your offer and says, 

"Stone Hazy IPA."

Most guys seem affronted that you want to pay your fair share for a date, another ex had called it emasculating when you bought  dinner or drinks and for the fact that you made more money than him.  You pick a lighter lager from Ballast Point along with a bottle of water. 

You've settled into your seats, drinks in tow just as the pregame announcements start.  The national anthem plays and you see just how ingrained military habits can be when Jake rises automatically to that perfect posture and removes his sunglasses and raises his hand over his heart and sings surprisingly well along with the music.  His voice is mellow and deep and just a charming amount off key in a couple places of the song.  An image of you lying your head on his naked chest and feeling that voice reverberate flashes through your brain.  Quickly, you shake it away to applaud the end of the anthem and the first pitch.  

"These seats are great," you offer to keep the conversation going. You're just far enough down the third base line that we've got a good view of the batter, but still close enough to action that we can hear the catcher trash talking the batters. 

"How'd you score these?"

"One of my buddies has season tickets, but got called out to a new assignment and knew I was going to be in the area so he gifted me the rest of the season since he can't use them."

"Nice friend, if you've got these seats all season, I might be more likely to hang out with you again."

"Aha, so the way into the Ice Queen's heart is through baseball, who knew?"

"I've got a few passions in life, you just have to dig a little deeper to get to know them. So, I've got a question, how are you so well acquainted with Frozen?  You’re not exactly the market demographic for Frozen.  Are you a secret super fan of Disney?"

He laughs, 

"Not a secret super fan of Disney, although the Lion King did break my   little 10 year old heart.  First time I cried at a movie.  I've got two nieces who are eight and five.  Right in that target demographic. I babysit them occasionally when I'm back in Texas."

"So what does the Seresin family situation look like?" you ask. 

"Painfully middle class white, my  parents have been married since the beginning of time, met in college. Had my brother pretty early, and a few years later I came along.  Dad was a doctor, my older brother is too. Mom had a Physics degree from UT but never had a chance to use it as she stayed home with us and didn't work.  Grew up in Austin as the all American family."

"Wow, high achieving family.  Imagine being the disappointment as a fighter pilot."

"Who says I'm the disappointment?  Mike is just a doctor." He says in mock offense.  

"What does the…I don't even know your last name.  I just saved you as Elsa Ice in my phone."

You give him a mock glare, "Matthews, so you can correct that now.  To be fair I saved you as Jake Jackass in my phone.  We'll see how the day goes to see if you upgrade that status. The Matthews family is also painfully bland and white.  My Dad retired from the Navy after his service in Vietnam, came back to Michigan and met my mom at a house party at Michigan State.  Dad's an automotive engineer and Mom taught high school math for many years. Grew up in a Lansing suburb.  I'm the oldest, I have a sister who's 3 years younger than me.  She's a tattoo artist in Chicago."

"That's at least a little bit interesting, do you have any of her work on you?"

A mischievous smirk creeps onto your lips as you respond, 

"Yeah, I've got a few pieces of hers on me.  She's the only one I'd ever let tattoo me.  I'd show you, but that would probably earn me a public indecency ticket." 

You slyly wink at the last sentence and enjoy the way Jake slightly chokes on his beer as the thought registers.

After a slight coughing fit, Jake regains his smooth demeanor.  "As you informed me last night you've got a PhD in aerospace engineering from Stanford, did you go to Michigan State for undergrad?"

"Nope, love my family dearly but I needed some distance so I went to Notre Dame. "

He laughs and you can see those charming laugh lines peeking out from the sides of his aviators.  "I get that, I've got some family legacy in the Air Force and wanted to earn my place on my own merits, not on my last name."

"You go to the Naval Academy  then?" 

He nods in the affirmative, 

"That must have been anarchy when you made that choice."

He chuckles at the memory, 

"Nearly gave my grandfather a heart attack and almost got my ass beat by uncles and cousins.  But I kind of enjoy being the black sheep."

"Yeah, my dad blew a gasket when I got into Notre Dame.  He thought he was going to have to pay for it all, private out-of-state tuition made his mind melt, but luckily I got an athletic scholarship that covered most of it."

"What sport?" 

Before you can reply there is a high foul ball headed towards your seats.  You're seated closer to home plate than Jake and you instinctively stretch your  arms up to try and catch the ball.  It's coming closer and you can see that it's going to sail over your  head.  You, for the millionth time, curse your  shortness.  Suddenly you feel strong hands on your waist and you're being propelled up high enough to catch the ball.  You catch the ball with a satisfying thud and whip your  head around to see how you're presumably flying in the air.  Jake is holding you as high as he can above his head with his long arms. His muscles are rippling but not trembling, the thought of how he could hold you up easily while fucking you against a wall flashes through your brain and a flush of heat rolls down your body and straight to your  pussy.  You almost drop the ball at the thought as he returns you to the ground.

"I didn't expect that, the foul ball or the complimentary flight."

He shrugs, 

"It was all you, I just gave you the boost."

"Well, thank you. I've never caught a ball at a game.  This is going to be an excellent addition to my desk on Monday, it'll inspire so much jealousy among my coworkers."

The game continues on at the easy pace of baseball, plenty of time to talk but not miss the action. The Padres are playing the Milwaukee Brewers so it gives you a chance to talk about your mom's roots in Wisconsin and the family legacy of cheese making.  

"So, you’re telling me that you’re the first person in five generations of your mom's family not to work in a cheese factory.  That is so Wisconsin it hurts." He can't stop laughing maniacally at the thought.  you give him a mock punch on the arm as you roll your eyes.  "I might be changing your name in my phone to Elsa Cheese Queen." He is laughing so hard that he takes his aviators off to wipe at his eyes.

"Oh my god, you’re turning into a lobster.  Did you put any sunscreen on today?"

"No, thought didn't occur to me."

"What is it about guys and sunscreen? Nobody remembers, here I've got some in my purse."

You pull out a small tube of sunscreen and pull his hand over to squeeze some on his fingers.  He attempts to slather it on his face leaving a few big globs along his jawline.  

"Here, let me help you with that."

You reach out and blend the sunscreen along his jawline, your fingers graze over a hint of stubble.  Your apparently overactive and very horny brain sends the thought of feeling that stubble tracing up your  thighs.  You let the thought linger and quickly hand the tube to Jake and stutter out, 

"Now do me." 

You mentally cringe at the innuendo, "My back," you quickly amend and turn in your seat to present your  back to him.  You can feel the cool lotion spread across your  back with calloused hands, he gently moves the thin straps of your sundress to make sure he doesn't miss a spot.  Horny brain is already piecing together scenarios where that is your bra strap and is followed by exploring lips.  Rational brain manages to squeak out a thank you and retrieve the sunscreen from Jake.  You settle back into your  seat and Jake rests his arm on the back of your  seat.  You let it stay.

The game ends with the Padres winning 8-4. You're shuffling out of the game and your stomach growls.  In another one of those moments of impulse you'll attribute to your horny brain you ask, 

"Are you up for a bite to eat? I know a good tapas place a few blocks from here."

Jake is visibly surprised at your invite, he smiles as he replies, 

"Yeah, that sounds great. I must have grown on you if you're wanting to spend more time with me. I half expected you to bolt the minute the game was over."  

He smirks and cracks that toothpaste smile that you immediately rename the panty dropper.  

"Ah yes, like a cute little fungus, you've grown on me.  You’re not so bad, once you drop the smug idiot act."

"Fair, I can work with that…so does this mean you’re asking me on a date?"

You pause and lower your  sunglasses, it's your  turn to be smooth for once in your life.  

@mayhemmanaged

"Why yes, Jake Seresin, will you go on a dinner date with me?"

Chapter 3

@callmemana

@hangmanscoming

@lanie-k

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Too Good To Be True

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary: A romantic comedy story where Sebastian Stan falls in love with reader but she is not who he thinks she is.

Seeing Sebastian hurt himself in a bike accident makes reader realize how strong her feelings for him are. But Sebastian still shows dislike towards her. Will she give up and leave him be? Or will she try and win his heart?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 15/28 (Might add more)

Chapter list >

Warning : none

Word count : 8.5k words

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Chapter 15 - Treasure

Somewhere on Mulholland Drive - Wednesday, July 19th 2023, 10 am

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The blaring sound of the siren coming from an ambulance overpowered all other sounds. At the corner of her eyes she could see an ambulance going towards where Sebastian was. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she stood up and watched Sebastian’s face contorted in pain through the monitor.

She quickly got out of the spectator’s box and ran towards where he was.

“Aurora! Where are you going?!” A hand shot out and held her back. Lisa, her makeup artist, looked at her, her eyebrows raised.

“I need to see him! I need to see if he’s okay!” She shouted, panic coursing through her as she tried to struggle free from Lisa’s hold.

“Aurora, he’s like a mile away from here. You can’t run over there. And I’m sure the ambulance already got to him.” Lisa said and she realized that Lisa was right.

“Let’s just wait by the trailers and see where they take him.” Lisa suggested.

“Oh, right. Okay.” She nodded and walked towards the trailers, heart pounding hard in her chest, hoping and praying that Sebastian was okay.

It took a while but she finally found out that Sebastian was taken to a hospital not far from there. The shoot for that day was canceled and she immediately asked to be taken to see him.

When she got to the hospital Sebastian was still in the ER. She waited with Chris, Chace, Anthony, Johnny, Maya and Hannah in the waiting room. Her mind kept thinking of the worst. 

She sat on one of the waiting chairs in the hospital, right across from the ER. Her eyes glued to the closed ER door. Everyone else was chatting around her but she couldn’t join them. She felt slightly paralyzed as the only thing she could think of was his face which was showing so much pain. She wished she could take the pain away from him.

In her worry she realized something. She had never felt this strongly about anyone. The thought of him being hurt and the potential of losing him, even though it was mostly unlikely, shattered her to her core. The thought made her realize how she had fallen in love with him so hard. Then she remembered the way he treated her in the past few days and she could feel herself drowning in the negativity of it all. A tear dropped from her eyes and before she realized it, she started crying.

As soon as she started crying everyone around her stopped talking. She realized she was making a fool of herself so she tried hard to stop crying but she couldn’t.

“Aurora.. ssshhh.. it’s okay. He’s gonna be okay.” Maya sat next to her and embraced her.

Maya rubbed her back gently and continued to say soothing words to her that successfully calmed her down. 

“I’m sorry.” She sniffled as she released herself from Maya’s embrace.

“It’s okay. I know you’re worried sick about him. We all are. But I think, judging from how he fell down, he’s gonna be okay. It wasn’t that bad.” Maya said, patting her arm gently.

“Oh I really hope so.” She replied, sighing.

Maya offered her some tissues and she took them gratefully. She wiped her eyes and cleaned her nose then looked up to see Chris, Chace and Anthony all were staring at her with their eyebrows furrowed.

Chris smiled a little when she looked at him and she smiled back. Then he turned away and started talking to Anthony and Chace. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about as they were standing a good distance from her. Once in a while all three of them glanced at her and she couldn’t help but feel they were talking about her.

She took a deep breath and turned away from them. She realized her crying publicly would make people talk but she didn’t care. It was what she felt about him and she couldn’t hide it.

Finally the ER door opened and a male doctor came out.

“Family of Mr. Stan?” The doctor called out.

“We’re his colleagues, doctor. His family is not here.” Maya stood up and approached the doctor and she immediately followed her.

Maya explained who she was and the doctor nodded.

“Well, Mr.Stan is doing okay. We’ve examined him and cleaned his wounds. We’ve done an X-ray on him and thankfully he doesn’t have any broken bones. He only suffers from a sprain on his right wrist and right ankle, and some minor cuts and bruises on his arms and legs.” The doctor explained.

She breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she heard the doctor’s explanation.

“Oh thank God.” She exclaimed.

“How long will his recovery take, doctor?” Maya asked.

“Well, he has stage 1 sprain on his wrist and stage 2 sprain on his ankle. His wrist can heal in about one to three weeks while his ankle can heal in about two to four weeks. He needs complete rest for at least two weeks.” The doctor explained.

“I see. Is he allowed to go home?” Maya continued to ask.

“Yes, we’re preparing some medicines for him to bring home. As soon as they’re ready and the administration is done he can go home.” The doctor said.

“Can we see him?” She quickly asked.

“Of course but please keep it down and we can only allow a maximum of two people in at any one time. We also need someone to take care of the administration.” The doctor said.

“Of course, doctor. We’ll take care of the administration.” Maya nodded.

“Alright. Is there anything else you would like to ask?” The doctor asked, his eyes scanned hers and everyone else’s.

“No, doctor. I think that would be all.” Maya responded.

“Very well. Now if you’ll excuse me.” The doctor nodded then excused himself.

As soon as the doctor was gone Maya turned to her. “I think you can go in first, Aurora.”

“Oh.. yeah. Okay. Don’t you want to see him too?” She asked.

“Yes, but I’m going to take care of the administration first.” Maya replied and she nodded.

“What about the others?” She asked, turning to look at the others.

“You can go in first, Aurora. We’ll go in after you.” Chace said and she nodded.

She took a deep breath and slowly opened the ER door. She found herself standing in the middle among rows and rows of hospital beds, some covered with curtains while some others, the empty ones, were opened.

She wasn’t sure where Sebastian’s bed was but a nurse noticed when she entered the room and recognition flashed in her eyes.

“Over here, Miss Watson.” The nurse said and she guided her towards an area at the very end of the room.

A curtain covered the area and the nurse slowly opened it then beckoned for her to come inside.

“Mr.Stan, Miss Watson is here.” The nurse said, smiling at Sebastian.

She stood next to the nurse then the nurse quickly left them, closing the curtain behind her, leaving her standing by the side of the bed alone.

Relief coursed through her as she looked at him and found his perfect face staring back at her. He stared back at her and for a split second she could see the look of adoration in his eyes but then it was quickly gone and he immediately looked indifferent.

“Hi.” She croaked, her heart plummeted at his reaction but she tried to mask her disappointment.

“Hi.” Sebastian replied, glancing at her for a second then looked down.

She studied his face and thankfully she found no wounds or cuts on them, he just looked tired. Then her eyes scanned his arm. She found some cuts and bruises along his arm and there was a cold compress placed on his right wrist. She couldn’t see his legs because they were covered by a blanket.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, fighting the urge to place her hand on his.

“Like I just fell off a bike.” He chuckled and she laughed.

“The doctor said you have sprains on your wrist and ankle?” She asked.

“Yeah. God, this is going to push back the filming schedule.” He responded, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Well, your recovery is the number one priority, Sebastian. I’m sure Maya and the others will understand.” She said and for an moment he turned and gazed at her softly but then his mouth turned into a frown and he sighed.

“Yeah, but still. Almost all of the scenes in this movie have me in them. I just hope I can recover quickly.” He said, still with some frustration in his voice.

“I’m sure you can. You just need to rest completely for at least two weeks.”

“Yeah. Definitely not looking forward to that.” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry..” She trailed. Seeing him being upset saddened her and she wished she could do something to make him happy.

He turned to look at her and gazed at her for a moment. “Are you okay? You look like you didn’t sleep all night.”

“Oh! I’m.. fine. I.. umm.. couldn’t sleep last night. It’s not important.” She quickly said. For a split second she thought of asking him about his difference in behavior towards her but she realized it was not the right time.

“Stressed about something?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“No.. it’s nothing. Like I said, it’s not important.” she brushed it off and he nodded.

“Okay. Where are the others?” He asked.

“Outside in the waiting room.” She replied.

“Oh okay. Could you call them in? I’d like to talk to them.” He requested and once again she felt her heart plummeted.

“Oh, of course. I’ll go and get them.” She nodded.

“Thank you, Aurora.” He smiled softly at her but then quickly turned his eyes away, leaving her with a gaping hole in her chest.

“You’re welcome, Sebastian.” She said then she quickly turned around and opened the curtain, fighting the urge to cry again.

It was clear to her that he didn't want her around and the fact broke her. She wasn't sure what she did wrong. As much as she wanted to be there for him, he didn't want her, so after she called the others to come into the ER she decided to go home. She couldn't deal with the situation.

“Aurora? Where are you going?” Hannah called out after she told the boys that Sebastian wanted to see them and she walked towards the exit of the hospital.

“I forgot that I have an appointment, Hannah. I have to go.” She said as she tried hard to stop herself from crying again.

“Oh. Okay. I thought you would want to accompany Sebastian until he gets home.” Hannah remarked.

“Yeah. He has his friends that can help him with that.” She shrugged. “I'll see you later.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I'll see you later Aurora.” Hannah replied, still with a slightly confused look on her face.

She smiled then quickly turned around and exited the hospital.

When she finally got home she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She ran up towards her room passing Rosa who was cleaning the living room and went straight to the bedroom. She slammed the bedroom door shut and fell on the bed, her face buried on the bed while she sat on the floor. Sebastian's indifferent face kept flashing through her mind and a heavy feeling covered her heart like a blanket.

She had high hopes that with Aurora gone they would get closer. She remembered all the times he gazed at her with admiration in his eyes and how he had made the moves to kiss her several times. Were they all just her imagination? Was she making things up? But Aurora saw it too. Everything changed after Aurora went to jail. Did something happen after that? She couldn't imagine what could cause his difference in behavior towards her.

“Aurora, are you okay?” Rosa called out from behind the bedroom door.

She sniffled and finally stopped crying, wiping the tears from her eyes. 

“I'm.. I'm fine Rosa!” She shouted but her voice shook.

“Can I come in?” Rosa asked.

She didn't answer right away. Then it occurred to her. Rosa knew Aurora and Sebastian before she did. Maybe she could help shed light on the situation. So she stood up and slowly opened the bedroom door and found Rosa, staring at her with her eyebrows furrowed.

“I'm sorry, Aurora. Are you alright?” Rosa asked.

“No.” She shook her head.

“I'm sorry to hear that, Aurora. Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?” Rosa asked.

“As a matter of fact, yes. Come on in, Rosa, I need to ask you something.” She said as she opened the bedroom door wider and Rosa got in.

She guided Rosa to sit across from her on the sofa then took a deep breath. Rosa placed her hand on hers and squeezed it.

“What would you like to ask me, Aurora?” Rosa asked gently.

“I.. I was just wondering. What do you think of Sebastian?” She asked.

“Mr.Stan? What about him?” Rosa asked, her eyebrows raised.

She started telling Rosa about Sebastian's change in behavior towards her. At times throughout her story she thought of letting Rosa know who she really was inside but she didn't want to sound crazy so she ended up not telling her.

“So, am I crazy for thinking that he's been behaving differently towards me?” She asked.

“Oh Aurora, from what you told me, yes, there seems to be a difference in behavior. I can't say for certain because I wasn't there when you met him. But I don't think you're crazy for thinking that. You've known him for about a year now. So I'm sure you would notice if his behavior changed towards you.” Rosa answered.

“Okay. If I'm not crazy then, why though? It seemed like he changed overnight. The last time I saw him, he was still his old self towards me. And then.” She snapped her fingers.

“Just like that, he changed completely. I don't understand.” She sighed, leaning back on the sofa and frowned.

“Well, if my husband starts acting like that towards me, I would think that I probably did something wrong but I didn't realize it. Men are quiet creatures, Aurora. They are conditioned to keep their feelings inside and not express them easily. Unlike us, women. So, maybe you can just ask him. Or, before you ask him, you can try and get into his heart by doing something that can make him happy.” Rosa suggested.

“Oh, that's a really good point, Rosa. But I wonder what can make him happy.” She said as the heaviness in her heart gradually started to be lifted.

“In my experience, food is the way to a man's heart.” Rosa winked.

“Oh okay. That's a good idea.” She smiled.

“Thank you Rosa.” She reached out and hugged her, startling Rosa little.

“Oh you're welcome, Aurora. You know I can help you if you want.” Rosa released her and winked again. She smiled as an idea popped in her mind.

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Sebastian's injury caused significant changes to the shooting schedule. Her scenes were mostly with Sebastian and Jennifer. Seeing how Sebastian wasn't able to do any filming for two weeks, Maya decided to reschedule all the shoot and put almost every scene that didn't have Sebastian in it to be shot during the two weeks that Sebastian was absent. She was scheduled to do her shoot with Jennifer for the remainder of that week, leaving the following week free for her until Sebastian had recovered.

After listening to Rosa's advice she decided to follow it. So every morning before she went to Universal Studio to do her shoot, she dropped by Sebastian's apartment and gave him a box of gifts and food.

On the first day she put an assortment of pastries Rosa had baked along with her infamous chicken salad sandwich. She also included some of Rosa's healthy smoothies and juices in bottles that he could consume throughout the day. Along with the pastries and smoothies she included a poetry book, 'Vital Signs: Poems of Illness and Healing', a collection of powerful and courageous poems in response to the human experience of illness and healing. She hoped he could find some comfort and strength from reading it. She also wrote a personalized card and wished him to get well soon.

Sebastian texted her later that day, saying thank you to her and asked her to give his thanks to Rosa. She just replied with a simple “You're welcome”. She wasn't sure what else to say.

On the second day she decided to give him a complete healthy breakfast and lunch, all prepared by her and Rosa including her signature buttermilk pancakes but using healthier ingredients and a healthy vegan wrap she thought he would like. She also put in again several bottles of Rosa's juices and smoothies. In addition to the food and drink, this time she added a CD consisting of gentle classical music that is supposed to help someone from dealing with pain. She also wrote another personalized card wishing him to get well soon and wishing him happiness despite everything.

Again, Sebastian texted her later that day to thank her, but he also included a picture of the box consisting of everything she gave him and his face smiling next to it.

She smiled as she saw his face and replied how happy she was to see him smile.

Encouraged by how he reacted, she decided to continue giving him the food and gifts. It became something she had fun planning and doing. She put a lot of thought into what she put in the box, making sure she added food that contained ingredients that she knew was his favorite, like cashews, blueberries, chocolates and peanut butter and of course she also put in other gifts like books, CDs and Blu-ray of movies, knowing he liked to read, listen to music and watch movies.

Everyday after she gave him the treasure box - that was how she liked to refer to them now -  Sebastian always texted her to thank her and she always replied to him back saying she hoped that he could enjoy her gifts and she wished him speedy recovery.

However, that was as far as their communication would go. After she replied to him, he never texted her back. After the sixth day she started to feel rather hopeless. She had hoped Sebastian would respond more by sending her more messages or maybe call her or something. But he did nothing of the sort. Making her wonder again if he really didn't like her. She knew she could ask him about it but somehow she still felt uncomfortable to ask him directly about it.

On that sixth day after she started giving Sebastian his gifts, the private investigators contacted her again, asking for confirmation to her on whether or not she wanted them to continue to track the Gypsy woman down. In her frustration at how Sebastian had reacted, she decided that maybe it was time to start looking for the Gypsy woman again. She realized she and Aurora couldn't possibly stay switched forever, and what was the use of her staying in Aurora's body if Sebastian didn't like her. So she decided to visit Aurora to ask her about it.

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Century Regional Detention Facility (Lynwood Jail), Lynwood, California - July 25th 2023, 2 pm

The warden opened the door of the prison visiting room, revealing several small booths with windows and phones hanging on the walls by the side of the windows. Several people were sitting in the booths. She decided to sit in one booth the furthest away from other people. 

The window in front of her showed nothing, but moments later Aurora walked in and sat in front of her. Her heart tugged a little as she saw her own body, looking thinner than she had ever seen herself. There were circles under her eyes, and her skin looked pale and dull. 

She picked up the phone on the wall next to her and Aurora did the same.

“Hey, how are you?” She asked.

“Considering the circumstances, miraculously fine.” Aurora snickered.

“How are you? Having fun in my body?” Aurora continued to sneer.

“Yeah. Not so much.” She sighed, making Aurora's eyebrows shot up.

“And why is that?” Aurora asked, leaning closer to the window, her eyes showed deep curiosity.

“It's.. umm.. nothing. Anyway, Aurora, the reason I'm here is that the private investigators contacted me. They said they have a lead on where the Gypsy woman might be but they need five thousand dollars to pursue the lead because she seems to be out of the country.” She explained. She wasn't planning on spilling her feelings to Aurora so she knew she had to cut to the chase.

“Oh.. okay. Interesting.” Aurora said, leaning back on her chair.

“So.. yeah. I just wanted to ask you whether you agree with it or not.” She said.

“Hmm.. I can't tell if you're just stupid or if there's some kind of game you're playing.” Aurora stated, still staring at her curiously.

She sighed.

“Aurora. I just think that it's impossible for us to stay switched forever. So, we do need to find that Gypsy woman so we can switch back. I mean, isn't that what you wanted?” She asked.

“Yes, but I know it's not what you want. Not with you being an actress and getting closer to Seb.. wait.. this is about Seb isn't it?” Aurora said, leaning back towards the window, a gleam in her eyes and her mouth turned up into an evil smile.

“No, it's not about Sebastian.” She lied but Aurora was smarter than she gave her credit for.

“Ha! I knew it! Something must have happened between the two of you and it's not what I feared it was.” Aurora cackled and she took a deep breath.

“Did he dump you? Did he end up not liking you after all? Like he didn't like me all this time?” Aurora asked eagerly.

Aurora's words seemed to switch a lightbulb in her head and she thought she finally figured it out, the reason of Sebastian's behavior towards her! Of course! He must have thought she was still the old Aurora and he didn't like the old Aurora, so that was why he didn't like her either. lt was all the more reason for them to switch back. But of course she couldn't say all that to Aurora.

“Look, Aurora, I just need your permission to give the private investigators five thousand dollars so they can continue to track the Gypsy woman down. I'm not here to talk about Sebastian.” She said sternly.

“Fine. Of course you get my permission. No matter how much money they want, give it to them.” Aurora said.

“Okay. That's all I need to know.” She said and she put the phone back on the wall.

“Wait!” Aurora called out, putting her palm on the window.

She sighed and picked up the phone again.

“What?” She asked coldly.

“Is Paris okay?” Aurora asked.

“She's fine. We did the dog food commercial last week and she had a lot of fun doing it.” She replied and Aurora nodded, a look of relief flashed on her face.

“What about my mom? You're supposed to meet up with her tomorrow.” Aurora asked.

“Yeah, she called me earlier today, she's in Singapore with your cousin so she can't meet you, I mean me.” She answered, feeling kind of sorry for Aurora.

Aurora's face turned sour as soon as she heard her answer. 

“Okay.” Aurora said. Miraculously that was all she said. She was ready to bear witness to Aurora's rage but she seemed strangely calm about it even though she clearly didn't like to hear the information from her.

“Anything else?” She asked.

“No. Thanks.” Aurora replied and her eyebrows shot up. Aurora, thanking her?! That was a first, she noted.

“So you thank people now?” She teased.

“Yeah. Why not.” Aurora shrugged.

“Oookay.. that’s good progress, Aurora.” She smiled and Aurora just rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I guess I'll see you later.” She said and Aurora nodded.

She finally put the phone back on the wall and Aurora did the same. Aurora left her without saying anything else, leaving her somewhat amazed at Aurora's slight change of behavior.

She left the prison Aurora was in and immediately contacted the private investigators, telling them she would transfer the money to them later on that day. Then her mind went to Sebastian. She had a feeling what she thought about him earlier was correct, but of course she wouldn't know for sure unless she asked him. However she wasn't brave enough to ask him directly and she thought that it would seem weird if she did.

Now that the private investigators were going to actively search for the Gypsy woman, she realized she might not have that much time being in Aurora's body. And that meant her time being near Sebastian was also coming to an end.

She couldn't help but feel her heart bleed as she thought about it. She couldn't bear switching back into her own body not having said her goodbye. Because she knew if they switched while Aurora was still in prison, Aurora could tell him where she was and she doubted Sebastian would want to have anything to do with her after that.

So she decided to give him one last gift and pull out all the stops for it. Even if he didn't want to see her again, at least she had given her all in expressing her love for him through the gifts.

For the last treasure box she was going to give him she decided to bake skinny peanut butter and chocolate cupcakes. She knew he loved both, peanut butter and chocolate so why not join them together in what she thought was the best combination. But she also knew Sebastian was watching his diet so she found a healthy recipe using oat flour and brown sugar for the cupcakes as well as Greek yogurt and cream cheese as the base for the creamy frosting. 

The other thing she decided to put into the treasure box was pizza. She decided to try her best to bake a pizza similar to the one from Rubirosa restaurant in NYC, Sebastian's favorite pizza place. She decided to bake the Rubirosa Supreme, which was a pizza with tomatoes, mozzarella, pepperoni, mini meatball and roasted garlic but she substituted some of the ingredients for a healthier version. Rosa helped her of course but she tried to do as much of the cooking as she could, putting all her heart and soul into it, knowing it might be the last time she could express her love for Sebastian.

In addition to the pizza she also included green salad, Rosa's juices and smoothies and she completed it with a bottle of almond Macadamia latte she made herself based on the recipe she learned while she was working at Go Get ‘Em Tiger.

As for the additional gift aside from the food she decided to put a beautiful poem she found from a young poet named Whitney Hanson, and wrote it by hand on a card.

The poem wasn't exactly a love declaration but it was something she had felt about him for a long time. Being his fan for many years she had witnessed him dating different women and sometimes she felt like she could see how some of them didn't make him happy and didn't have his best interest at heart. So there was nothing more that she wished for him than for him to find love with someone who truly loved him for who he was. Someone whom he was truly happy with. Even if that someone was not herself.

It took a while for her to prepare everything so it was almost noon when she was finally ready. 

She arrived at his apartment half an hour later, carrying a large decorated picnic basket. She decided to put everything into a picnic basket as it was easier to carry and could contain more items than regular boxes.

The security officer at his apartment smiled as she approached his desk.

“Miss Watson, I thought you weren't going to come today.” The security officer said.

“Oh, I had a lot to prepare so that's why I'm late.” She said, putting the picnic basket on the desk in front of them.

“Well, Mr.Stan is one lucky man.” He smiled. 

“Oh, that's really nice of you to say that, Michael.” She smiled back.

“Well that's just the truth.” He winked, making her blush a little.

“Anyway, could you give this to him please?” She asked.

“I'm sorry but I can't, Miss Watson.” Michael said.

“Oh? Why is that?” She asked curiously.

“Because he said you should come up and give it to him yourself.” Michael winked and her heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

“He wants me to come up?” She asked, not believing her ears.

“Yes, that's what he told me this morning, Miss Watson. Come, let me take you to the elevator.” Michael smiled then grabbed the picnic basket in one hand from the desk and beckoned for her to come with him towards the elevators.

Michael pushed a button on the wall next to an elevator. The elevator opened and he walked into it with her following behind him. He swiped an access key card onto the elevator panel and pushed the button to the uppermost floor. He gave the picnic basket back to her hand then exited the elevator.

“Thank you Michael!” She said as the elevator door started to close.

“You're welcome, Miss Watson.” Michael saluted her, making her smile.

Once the elevator door was closed she felt her heartbeat rise as the elevator started to ascend. Finally, she could see him again!

The elevator ascended slowly and as it ascended, she could feel her heart pounding even faster in her chest, butterflies flew around in her stomach and her palms started to sweat.

What should I say to him? She pondered as she looked up to see the floor display above her and noticed she was just two floors away from the top.

The elevator dinged and the door slowly opened. She took a deep breath and made a silent prayer in her heart.

Just be yourself. She felt like someone was saying that to her and she nodded. That was good advice, she thought.

She stepped out of the elevator and found herself in Sebastian's sitting room. There was a built-in minimalist bar in front of her and a sitting area with two large light gray sofas and a glass coffee table next to it.

It wasn't the first time that she was there but the penthouse still took her breath away with its European oak flooring, giant marble and limestone walls, and jaw dropping floor-to-ceiling windows that were lined up throughout the penthouse, showcasing an unobstructed view from the Griffith Observatory to the Pacific Ocean. 

“Hello?!” She called out and looked to her left towards the kitchen and living room but she couldn't see him.

She turned to her right and almost dropped the picnic basket in her hand as she saw Sebastian standing in the aisle. Both their jaws dropped as they looked at each other. His hands were holding the only thing that prevented him from being completely naked in front of her, a towel around his waist. 

She closed her eyes immediately but couldn't shake the image of his glorious naked upper body still glistening from the shower he obviously just took and the way his hair dripping wet with water fell beautifully by the side of his perfect eyes.

“I'm sorry, Sebastian! I didn't mean to just barge in.” She said, still closing her eyes and feeling the warmth rising from her neck up to her cheeks.

“It's okay, Aurora.” Sebastian chuckled. 

“Please have a seat, I'm going to put some clothes on and will be right with you.” He continued with a gentle voice. 

“Okay.” She nodded.

Oh how much she missed listening to his voice, she thought as she turned around and opened her eyes. She decided to sit on the nearest sofa and put the picnic basket onto the coffee table.

She realized as she put the picnic basket on the table that she was shaking. She took a deep breath and tried hard to stop the shaking. She wouldn't want to be an embarrassment now that she finally could see him again.

Calm down. Calm down. She closed her eyes and repeated the mantra in her head.

Moments later she could hear gentle footsteps walking towards her so she opened her eyes. Sebastian was walking towards her, wearing just a white t-shirt and shorts. He smiled wide as he looked at her, making her heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but smile widely back at him, feeling like her heart soar from her chest as she saw his bright smile. But then she noticed he was limping as he walked and her smile was immediately gone. She could see his right ankle still swollen but it seemed he wasn't in too much pain, which made her glad.

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you coming in.” Sebastian said as he finally arrived in front of her and sat on a sofa next to her.

“It's okay, Sebastian. I should have knocked or pressed a bell or something.” She said, blushing again as the image of his half naked body flashed through her mind.

“Yeah, there isn't exactly a bell. Michael was supposed to call through the intercom downstairs but I guess he forgot.” Sebastian shrugged.

“Oh! Yeah, he immediately ushered me into the elevator.” She chuckled.

“Oh okay, I should have known.” He laughed, making her heart warm. 

“So, umm.. how are you feeling?” She asked, looking up at him. She couldn't help but notice how bright he seemed and she wondered why that was, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulder.

“Good, thank you. My wrist is so much better now. I can freely use it, almost like before I had the sprain.” He replied.

“Oh that's good. I'm happy to hear that.” She smiled.

“Yeah.” He smiled back and gazed at her softly, making her heart skip a beat. 

Her heart soared from her chest as she noticed that this time he didn't look away. He continued to gaze at her with adoration in his eyes, making her heart beat so fast in her chest.

“How's your ankle?” She asked, glancing towards his ankle, trying hard to keep her cool.

“It's still swollen, as you can see. But it doesn't hurt as much. I should use a crutch but it's a pain in the ass you know.”

“Oh yeah, I know.” She commented, remembering the time she had to use crutches to move around after she sprained her ankle during the audition for Pumping Black.

“You've had an ankle sprain before?” He asked.

“Yeah, ankle sprain, broken arm, dislocated shoulder, you name it.” She chuckled and Sebastian smiled although with a slight confusion on his face.

Just then she realized she was talking about herself and not Aurora.

“Funny you never mentioned them to me.” He said, gazing at her curiously.

“Yeah.. well.. they happened a long long time ago. It's not important.” She said, trying to dismiss it.

“Yeah. I guess there are a lot we don't know about each other, despite having been ‘together’ for over a year.” He said, making quotation gestures with his fingers.

“Right, yeah.” She nodded, hoping she wasn't messing things up.

“By the way, I brought something for you.” She said, gesturing towards the picnic basket.

“Oh, right. Wow, a picnic basket? Are you asking me to go on a picnic?” He asked with a glimmer in his eyes.

“Not exactly.” She chuckled. “I just thought it has a bigger space than the usual treasure boxes I gave you, and it looks beautiful too.”

“Yeah, I agree. Although, I wouldn't say no to a nice picnic in a park.” He winked and she could feel her face reddened.

She wasn't sure why but it seemed he was back to his old self again towards her. It made her happy of course but also curious why that was.

“By the way, you call them treasure boxes?” He asked.

“Yeah.. I.. uh.. just thought they kind of are boxes of treasures.” She said, feeling her face getting even redder.

“Well, you're right about that. I really loved them. They truly felt like treasures. I look forward to opening them everyday. And I really appreciate all the thought you have put into each one. I.. uh.. I never knew you paid attention to what food and things I like. Thank you so much for that. I truly appreciate it.” He smiled warmly at her, making her heart swell in her chest.

“Oh, you're welcome, Sebastian. I just… it broke my heart to see you in so much pain after the incident and I just wanted to make you feel happy.” She said and Sebastian gazed at her with complete adoration in his eyes.

“Thank you, Aurora.” He said, reaching out and squeezed her hand. His gentle touch sent shivers down her spine and she froze as they continued to gaze at each other.

“You know you also made my mom happy.” He smiled then broke his gaze at her and released her hand.

“Your mom?” She asked, her eyebrows raised. As she looked at him she noticed how cold her hand felt and wished he had not released his hand from hers. His hand felt perfect on hers.

“Yeah. She stayed with me after the incident. I couldn't use my wrist and I couldn't walk with my ankle like this so I was in a wheelchair and needed some assistance.” He explained and she felt her heart break as she listened to him.

“Oh, Sebastian, it must have been hard on you. I wish you could have told me. I could come and help you too.” She said, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I.. umm.. I didn't want to bother you, Aurora. Besides, you didn't seem to care when I had Covid last year, so..” He shrugged and her eyes widened.

“You had Covid last year?” She asked, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, like.. two months after we met.” He replied. “You don't remember?”

“Oh.. yeah. I'm sorry if I didn't seem to care.” She said as she felt a little angry at Aurora for not caring when Sebastian was sick. No wonder he didn't like her.

“It's fine. I guess you had a different priority back then.” He said and she nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, I did. And I'm really sorry about that.” She repeated.

“It's okay. I mean, we weren't really close back then. So.. “ He trailed and she nodded.

“I guess we weren't. Anyway, is your mom still here?” She asked.

“No, she went back home yesterday evening. My wrist is so much better and I can walk a little even if I still limp. She has some things to do back home so she had to leave.” he explained.

“Well, I'm here now, Sebastian. If you need my help in doing anything, just let me know.” She said. This time she reached out and squeezed his hand.

His face broke into a smile and he placed his other hand on top of hers and squeezed it.

“Thank you, Aurora. I really appreciate it.” He smiled warmly at her.

“You're welcome, Sebastian.” She smiled back, feeling like she was on cloud nine.

Slowly he started to lean towards her and she wondered if he would try to kiss her again. Her heart beat faster in her chest as she waited for him to make the move.

Suddenly a large golden retriever appeared between them, barking loudly. She jumped in surprise as she saw the dog.

“Zander!” Sebastian called out and Zander stopped barking.

“I'm so sorry, Aurora. I guess he's hungry.” Sebastian said as he started to stand up slowly.

“It's okay, Sebastian. Let me help.” She chuckled as she stood up as well. 

She took his hand and put his right arm around her shoulder then circled her left arm around his waist.

“Aurora, I'm heavy. Are you sure you can?” Sebastian protested.

“Don't worry, I can.” She looked up at him and smiled warmly at him, making him smile back.

“Okay.” He nodded.

Slowly she started to guide him to walk towards the kitchen. The move reminded her of how he took care of her after she sprained her ankle and after he accidentally hit her with his car on Mulholland Drive. She was glad she could return the favor somehow.

They finally arrived at the kitchen and he took a seat on one of the stools by the kitchen island.

“Thank you, Aurora.” He smiled.

“Of course.” She smiled back. “So, where is his food?”

“Oh it's at the bottom drawer over there. His bowl should be there as well.” Sebastian said, pointing towards a drawer behind her.

“Okay.” She nodded and she opened the drawer and started preparing the dog food.

“Good boy, Zander. There's a good boy.” She cooed as she finished putting dog food in Zander's bowl and Zander immediately started eating. She knelt beside Zander for a moment and stroked the dog's fur gently then she released him to enjoy his food.

She stood up from her kneeling position and turned around to find Sebastian, staring at her with adoration in his eyes, making her blush.

“Thank you, Aurora.” He smiled.

“You’re welcome, Sebastian.” She smiled.

“So, do you want to show me what you have for me in the picnic basket?” He asked with a twinkle in the corner of his eyes.

“Oh yeah!” She said excitedly.

She went back to the sitting room to pick up the picnic basket and put it onto the kitchen island in front of him.

“So, I know you like pizza from Rubirosa, so I made you the closest pizza to Rubirosa's that I can make.” She said, pulling out the pizza box from inside the picnic basket and opening it.

“Oh my God. I can't believe it! That's like, that's exactly Rubirosa Supreme!” He gushed and his hand immediately reached out to pick up a slice.

She laughed as she saw his reaction and hoped it was as good as it looked.

“Mmm… mmmhmmm.. this is.. even better than Rubirosa.” Sebastian said after he swallowed the pizza and took another bite.

“Really? You're not just saying it to make me happy are you?” She asked and he immediately shook his head while still munching the pizza.

“I assure you.. I'm not lying.” He said as he finally finished his pizza and swallowed.

“I’m glad you like it.” She smiled and he smiled back.

“Okay, what else do you have in there?” He asked eagerly, making her chuckle.

“Well.. I want you to still have your healthy portion of fiber so I brought you garden salad.” She said as she picked up the box with the garden salad in it and gave it to him.

“Oh of course, everyone needs a healthy portion of salad everyday.” He said, smiling as he accepted the salad from her.

“But right now I don't really feel like eating salad. No offense.” He continued.

“None taken.” She laughed.

“Do you have dessert there?” He asked, trying to peek into the picnic basket.

“Well, I do but I need you to drink this first.” She said as she pulled out a bottle of smoothie from the basket and gave it to him.

“Oohhh.. yeah. Let's not forget, Rosa's famous smoothie.” He smiled as he received the bottle from her and opened it.

“Mmm.. so refreshing.” He said after he took a gulp and winked at her, making her chuckle.

“Okay, so.. time for dessert?” He asked and she laughed.

“You have such a sweet tooth, aren't you?” She commented as she reached inside the picnic basket and pulled out the box of cupcakes.

“Yes, guilty as charged.” He said and she laughed again.

“Well, you're gonna love this.” She commented as she slowly opened the box of cupcakes and his face brightened as he saw them.

“Oh.. wow.. that looks absolutely delicious!” He gushed as he reached out and picked up a cupcake.

“And it looks so pretty too.” He commented as he stared at the cupcake in his hand as if he was studying a piece of jewelry.

“Try it.” She smiled and he nodded.

He took a bite and smiled as he chewed it.

“You combined two of my most favorite ingredients for dessert.” He commented after he finished his first bite.

“And the result is?” She asked, teasing him.

“Absolute heaven!” He exclaimed as he took another bite, leaving some frosting on his upper lip, making her laugh.

“What?” He asked.

“You have.. some frosting on your..” She said as she gestured and pointed onto her own upper lip.

“Oh.. right..” He said, his tongue licked his upper lip clean, making her swallow hard as she imagined what it was like to kiss him and had his tongue on hers.

“Aren't you going to try one?” He asked, oblivious to her inappropriate thoughts about him.

“Oh! Yeah. Okay.” She blinked, willing herself to let go of the thoughts in her head and picked up a cupcake.

She took a bite and felt like she was transported to heaven for a moment. The cupcake was moist and soft with the right amount of sweetness and bitterness from the chocolate while the frosting was creamy and absolutely decadent. 

“Mmm.. this is really good.” She commented as she continued to finish her cupcake.

“Right? Didn't you try it before?” He asked.

“Well, I tried them separately, the cupcake and the frosting. I didn't know that it would taste so heavenly when combined.” She commented.

“Well it does taste like heaven.” He smiled.

“I'm glad you like it, Sebastian.” She smiled back at him. 

“Oh I absolutely loved it!” He gushed, making her smile again.

Suddenly he stared at her intently, his eyes traveled to her lips and she felt her breath hitch as he reached out and gently touched the corner of her lips with his index finger.

“You have some frosting there..” He said in a husky voice, making her heart flutter.

He licked the frosting he just cleaned from her lips and she swallowed hard, blushing furiously.

“Th.. thank you.” She stammered.

“You're welcome.” He smiled.

“I.. uh.. have two more things here for you.” She continued, turning away from him, heart beating fast in her chest.

“Oh, okay.” Sebastian nodded.

“I made this one myself. I hope you like it.” She said as she pulled out the bottle of almond Macadamia latte from the picnic basket and gave it to him.

“Oh, what is this?” He asked, receiving the bottle from her.

“Something you like to order at Go Get ‘Em Tiger.” She winked and he smiled.

He opened the bottle and took a sip. “Wow! This is exactly like the one they make at Go Get ‘Em Tiger.”

“Yeah, I.. I found out the recipe from Y/n.” 

“Well that explained it.” He chuckled. “How is Y/n by the way? I haven't seen her since we started shooting.” 

Her heart felt warm as she listened to him. It felt good to know he still cared about her real self.

“Oh, Y/n has.. umm.. a personal thing to deal with. She needed to go to her parents. So..” she replied quickly.

“Oh okay. Hope everything is okay with her and her family.” He commented.

“I think so. Anyway, that was all the food and drink I have for you.” She said as she didn't want the conversation to go too much in her direction.

"But, I have something else for you.” She said, blushing a little as she nervously pulled out the card with the poetry on it.

“Oh, what is that?” Sebastian asked, raising his eyebrows.

“It's.. umm.. a poem. Not by me.” She quickly added and Sebastian nodded.

“I just.. umm.. this is something that I have been wishing for you.” She said, her voice shook a little and Sebastian gazed at her softly.

“Why don't we move to the sofa in the living room where it's more comfortable. You can read me the poem there.” He suggested. 

“Oh yeah, okay.” She immediately stood up, put the card with the poem in her pocket then placed Sebastian’s arm around her shoulder again. She helped him stand up and walk towards the sofa.

“Here we are.” She said as both of them sat down on the sofa and she released his arm from around her shoulder.

“Thank you, Aurora.” Sebastian said, smiling warmly at her as she took a seat a little further from him and turned her face towards him.

“You're welcome, Sebastian.” She smiled back at him.

“So. Whenever you're ready.” Sebastian said and she nodded.

She pulled out the card from her pocket and looked down. She cleared her throat and started reading.

"They say sometimes love starts with a spark

and that might be true

but if I were to wish you a love

I wouldn't wish fire for you

You see fire is powerful

it burns bright then it's gone it's beautiful and warm but it doesn't last long

So instead of wishing you a love that burns

I wish you love like a river that twists and turns

it changes and flows

it is powerful and free

but it consistently finds its way

back to the sea

And so like the water

I hope your love is ever-growing ever-changing

I hope your love is powerful and free

and may you always find each other

like the river finds the sea"

She finished reading and looked up to see Sebastian, gazing at her with his mouth slightly opened and his eyes looking at her in wonder.

Her heart beat so fast in her chest as she gazed at him, waiting for more reaction from him.

“F**k it.” He suddenly said and he leaned close to her and without warning his lips crashed onto hers, startling her.

His hands cupped her face as he continued to kiss her desperately. Fireworks exploded in her chest as their lips meld into each other. Her hands pulled the back of his neck closer and they continued to kiss, with the beautiful Los Angeles skyline as the witness to the start of their love story. A story she never thought she would ever experience.

Chapter 16 >

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If you're still taking Barcus romance option requests I'd love to hear what you'd think his "Romantic Greeting" would be (like how Wyll goes from "Well met" to "I'm here for you, always."). Also, just general ideas about him with specifically a good-guy Drow TAV and the clunky awkward start that implies<3

Work has destroyed me today, but here are some musings I did on this! I hope you enjoy them, and anyone who sees this, please feel free to add on with your own ideas, too!

Barcus Romantic Greetings

In the hypothetical event that Barcus joined as a permanent companion, I see him providing camp services as an alchemist, so he’d probably spend most of his time tinkering with some new invention or chemical concoction. So, a basic romanced greeting might go something like:

“[fussing with a compound at his alchemy table; slightly distracted] What can I do for you, my dear?”

“[Distracted again] Ah, there you are. [Slightly suggestive] I was wondering when you’d find your way over here.”

This one I picture in the same tone of voice as he uses in Last Light when you tell him you want to trade and he oh-so-suggestively replies “I bet you would.” What even is that, Barcus???? How are you gonna be that sassy and not be down to get pegged smooched by Tav????

I feel like he’d also try out some truly terrible lines the others feed him.

“You know, I enjoy watching you leave almost as much as watching you c—I’m sorry, Astarion told me to say that. Don’t know why I listen to him.”

Good-Guy Drow Partner

As a drow PC, there are two distinct instances where he expresses distrust based on their race: after you save him from the windmill and when you invite him to your camp. There might be more, but I’m still in progress on my Drow run, so these are the ones that stuck out to me so far.

It does make sense for Barcus to be suspicious of Drow Tav at first. Deep gnome settlements in the Underdark are frequently raided by the drow, with survivors becoming enslaved. It is a little hypocritical when he accuses Tav of ignorance for asking what a deep gnome is doing surface-side, though! I feel like this is a pretty defining characteristic of an early Barcus/DrowTav relationship. Each has the prejudices against the other formed by their backgrounds, and learning to overcome those is a crucial element of their interactions. The more they interact, the more they realize their pre-conceived ideas are wrong.

Barcus is still pretty wary of Tav in general up until they rescue him and the other gnomes in Grymforge. When he gets invited to camp, he says he might be safer in a mind-flayer colony than a drow camp. But by the time he arrives, he is already warming up to them and confiding in them regarding Wulbren.

That trust is increased when Tav finally rescues Wulbren, especially if good-guy Tav is vocal about how Barcus gets treated by his so-called friend. That moment is what really flips the switch on Barcus realizing a drow Tav isn’t the evil bastard he thinks of when he pictures a drow. Even a drow can’t be that bad if they’re willing to do so much for so little in return, and to stand up for Barcus on top of it.

Tav’s Good Samaritan points are racking up by the time they get to Baldur’s Gate, and Barcus is forced to acknowledge that he was wrong about them from the start. Barcus has forced Tav to reexamine some of their own biases, too. A Barcus/DrowTav relationship involves a lot of growth and understanding not just of each other but of themselves. They’d have a stronger bond than anyone because of it, and neither of them is afraid to call the other out on their shit if necessary.

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loving this influx of followers and interacts! <3 pls feel free to msg me and if anyone's interested and i can open up requests so i have an excuse to write more juicy content uwu

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Stay With Me | Canonverse Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.6k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, slight divergence from s4 plot (idk i wrote this in the middle of the night ok), just overall sweetness ♡

The sun had just set and you knew you had roughly 10 hours before you had to leave to face both Eren and Zeke, who had full control of the Titans on the island and were leading them down a path of destruction.

You stood outside your tent as you took off your cloak. As your eyes traced over the symbol of the Scouts that was supposed to symbolize the wings of freedom, you felt your breath hitch. Nearly everyone that you had met when you first got initiated into the Scouts all those years ago was gone. It was now literally only you, Hange, and Levi—maybe even less after the battle the following day.

The odds were overwhelmingly against you. The enemy had the ability to transform into deadly Titans. Your ranks have been devastated by just Zeke alone and now you were going to face off against both Zeke and Eren with minimal forces.

Levi was an Ackerman that had a stupid amount of strength when it came to combat. While you could not be fairly compared to Humanity's Strongest Soldier™, you were also a formidable force on the battlefield. However, those factors paled when it came to the Jaeger brothers. Zeke alone, even while injured, brought both of you to the brink of death through a cleverly set trap. If the cards hadn't lined up correctly, both you and Levi would be dead.

A part of you did wish that you had just died so that you could join your fallen comrades, but you knew how much that would destroy Levi.

With a solemn look on your face, you gently undid the buckles around your waist that held your mobility gear in place. As you raised your arms off to pull the harness over your head, you felt a sharp pain on your upper right side and let go of the harness as you lowered your arm, letting out a soft groan of pain.

You took a deep breath as you prepared to lift your harness over your head again.

However, before you were even able to exert any force to lift it, you felt someone walk up behind you and the harness was gently raised off of you. You glanced back and saw that Levi had noticed you struggling and came over to help.

“How’s your wound?” he asked quietly.

"I feel pathetic," you whispered without answering his question, watching as he set your gear down next to your tent. “How the hell am I supposed to fight those two monsters if I can’t even take my own gear off?”

Levi remained quiet as you spoke, lifting up your right arm to check on your bandaging. Seeing that it was starting to come undone, he gently nudged you towards his own tent.

“Come, I’ll swap out your gauze.”

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You sat on the floor of Levi's tent with your arm raised, staring at the door with a blank expression as he unwrapped the old bandaging and began replacing it with new ones. You frowned as you saw the fresh blood that had begun to stain the old set of bandages. Levi had said that your bandages were becoming undone, but it seems that the wound had started bleeding again as well.

You looked over at him, grief entering your heart as you thought about what the most likely outcome was for tomorrow's battle that was rapidly approaching.

Once he was done, you both got out of his tent and saw that the majority of the remaining Scouts had gone to sleep in their individual tents. You turned towards him without quite making eye contact and spoke quietly.

“Big day tomorrow.”

"Yeah?" he replied, matching your volume.

"We might not survive this battle," you said with your voice devoid of emotion.

“I know.”

“He already fucked us both over when we least expected it. We should be prepared for anything.”

"I know," he repeated. He knew what you were trying to say. He knew about the thoughts that were running through your mind about not surviving the upcoming battle.

You sighed tiredly as you began to turn and leave for your own tent, unsure if you were going to be able to get any sleep.

"Wait," Levi said before placing his hand on your arm to keep you from turning further. His voice was so quiet it was barely audible.

You stopped turning, but frowned.

“You going to take me off the mission again?”

“No,” he said before pausing, as if he was thinking about how to choose his words carefully.

As you watched him, you realized you knew where his train of thought was going. You felt your heart pounding harder and harder as you slowly looked up at him, staring right into his steel blue eyes.

It was agonizing for the both of you to stand there, wondering what the others' next move was going to be. You both knew what you wanted, and what the other other was offering. You've known it for years at this point. You knew when you brought it up the night before the battle of Shiganshina. You knew when you brought it up at your camp a few weeks ago before Zeke got away. You've known, but by the time you were ready to address it, disaster had struck and you ran out of time.

As a result, Levi felt incredibly pressured on this final night before a big battle. You both had a very close call where you lost nearly everything. It was a miracle that you were still alive.

Before you could think of a proper response, he pulled you into a gentle kiss, relief soaring through his body as he felt you relax into him. He knew why he had latched so hard onto the idea of protecting you. He knew why his mind became murky and cloudy upon the idea of you being in danger. He knew why he was absolutely devastated when he saw your state after the explosion. He had loved you all along, but was too scared to acknowledge it.

You stood there for a few seconds before he slowly pulled away, resting his forehead on yours.

“Keep this between us,” he whispered. “And don’t-”

“-die on me, you idiot.” 

You finished his sentence for him with a small smirk before pulling back and looking up at him. He had noticed that you were slightly blushing and he found himself in one of the rare instances in which he was smiling and sustaining it for more than 5 seconds.

“I’ll see you tomorrow…Levi.”

You shot him another smile as you said his name.

He felt his own smile fade away as you shuffled around, preparing to turn and walk away. His grip on you tightened a bit, signaling you to stop turning. The idea of being away from you placed a strong pressure on his chest that was making it hard for him to breathe properly.

“Stay with me tonight.”

"Hmm?" you said quietly, looking up into his eyes again.

“If we might not live to see tomorrow, then stay with me tonight.”

Your gaze softened as he spoke.

“What happened to keeping this between us?”

"I'm sure I'll think of something," he said as he gently nudged you and you both walked back into his tent.

You were both short enough to be able to fully stand even inside the tent. For the first time ever since you first met him, you felt nervous around him, suddenly aware of the weight that your words now mean to him. Given Levi's past, you recognized that it likely took every ounce of strength he had in him to make that first move.

You saw him begin to take off his own mobility gear and you slowly moved your arm up and down to try to ease the newly wrapped bandages in.

He noticed your movements and walked over to you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around to face him.

"Don’t move around too much or it’ll open again. We’re going to run out of bandages eventually."

"Well, I'm not going to be able to sit still while in battle, am I?"

He gave you an exasperated look.

"At least make it so that you don't bleed out in your sleep. You'll stain the sleeping bag."

You had to stifle a chuckle at his comment. Even in this very post-apocalyptic scenario in which you were surrounded by death and destruction, Levi Ackermann was still a neat freak.

"You know, I'm surprised you're even okay with a sleeping bag, given how dirty it can get sleeping on the ground," you teased, a playful grin showing on your face.

"I'm not, but it's not like we have much of a choice."

Just as you were about to retort with some ridiculous, unrealistic method to maintain his need to be clean despite being in the middle of the woods, he had pulled you into another kiss, although you weren't sure if it was just his way of shutting you up.

Regardless, you didn't mind. You shut your eyes as you pressed your body up against him.

Even if you might not survive to see the day after, even if disaster continued to strike, even if you might never see him again, you acknowledged that you at least had him here now—embracing you and loving you like nothing else existed except for the two of you in this very moment.

A/N: yes you can probably tell they're going to do the naughty but it's sweet uwu-vibes naughty

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A BLESSING AND A CURSE: Making out in the Undercroft

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc Genre: Fluff/Hurt/Comfort // Words: 3.2k

Context: Sebastian had his eyes on the new student from the very beginning. After two tumultuous days full of adventures and slowly getting to know her (and her body), they end up in the Undercroft and things might get a little more heated than before. (But only a little, for the smut version of this prompt, go read A Night in the Undercroft.)

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse and bullying aka how Nebbia got her scar.

Excerpt from Chapter 8:

He must have fallen asleep somehow, because when he suddenly felt something brush against the back of his head, he flinched badly, his whole body shaking awake with a jerk. He spun around and met two wide green eyes and a hand hanging mid-air, fingers outstretched. For a moment they stared at each other a little awkwardly, then he smirked at her and straightened up, leaning his elbow on the couch beside her, his fingers slipping encouragingly between hers.

“What happened?” was her first question as she shifted slightly on the couch, before her eyes moved past him and around the vast room. “And where are we?”

“This is a very secret place called the Undercroft,” he told her quietly. She listened with interest as he went on telling her about how he used to spend hours in here with Anne and Ominis, yet from the thick dust layers all around them she could probably tell that it had been a long while since that had happened. He didn't dwell on that and simply declared this place a refuge from angry adults and annoying ghosts. “And I brought you here after you fainted...”

“I fainted?” she whispered and slightly tugged at his hand. “Oh...”

“How do you feel now?” he asked and raised his free hand to gently move the back of his finger against her cheek, noticing that her skin felt much warmer.

“Better...” she mumbled and leaned back into the cushions, her eyes wandering away for a moment. “Must have been all too much today...” When she looked back at him, she furrowed her eyebrows slightly. “I'm sorry I got us both detention,” she then added and chewed on her bottom lip nervously. “I thought I could... turn things around...”

“It's okay,” he replied with a warm smile, his thumb moving over her palm in soft circles. “Perhaps I should have warned you about Madam Scribner...”

She gave him a strangled chuckle. “That woman was really scary...” she muttered under her breath and looked down at their joined hands. “Perhaps worse than that poltergeist...”

He exhaled a laugh. “Oh yes, she knows how to protect her precious books,” he said with a shake of his head and a rolling of his eyes. “But don't worry too much about it. What's a little detention, right? At least we can spend it together...” he added quietly and watched her closely.

She blushed slightly as she looked at him. A tiny smile broke from her lips, and he found himself staring at her mouth again. For a moment he just looked at her, lost in thoughts he tried to suppress once more. When she squeezed his hand, he almost flinched and blinked quickly.

“Do you... uh... want me to take you back to your common room?” he then asked abruptly, tempted to lean away and let go of her hand when all he could focus on was her tiny frame lying right in front of him, so close, so warm, so inviting.

She shook her head. “I'd rather... stay here, if that's okay,” she whispered. “My roommates were a little cross with me for sneaking in late yesterday...” she added under her breath.

He looked at her with a frown. “You're welcome to stay here as long as you like,” he replied with a small smile before he pursed his lips and threw a glance through the vast room towards the metal gate. “I might have to talk to Ominis,” he muttered quietly, more to himself, before he noticed Nebbia's interested gaze. “He was the one who discovered this room, you know? It's his secret place and I'm not supposed to share it with others...”

“I won't tell anyone,” she said with earnest, tightening the grip of her fingers around his. “I promise. I mean, I don't know anyone I could tell to begin with, but no matter, I will not tell anyone, I swear!”

Sebastian smirked at her, though her words left him a little conflicted. He still felt responsible for taking up most of her time, though he really enjoyed it as well, and having her all to himself did feel surprisingly nice. Selfishly so. Leaning up on his knees, he wrapped his other hand around their joined fingers and watched her. “Thank you,” he said, not just thanking her for her discretion, but for so much more he couldn't quite fathom still.

She smiled at him, and in that moment, as their eyes locked, something unseen moved between them, before they moved closer to each other. Suddenly his hand was on the back of her neck, and she grabbed the front of his shirt, and fractions of a second later their mouths collided. The kiss was at a slightly awkward angle, but nothing seemed to stop them – and somehow he ended up climbing onto the couch to her, pushing her small body into the back of it, halfway covering her with his broader form.

Their lips remained glued together, hands and limbs entangled, her warmth taking over every rational thought he had still left in the back of his mind. Soon his body acted on its own, his fingers moving over fabric and skin, his knee pushing between her thighs, his breaths ragged and shallow. She squirmed slightly beneath him, but never showed any sign of discomfort. With how she dug her fingers into his hair and held him close, she seemed just as eager as he was.

The kiss became messier by the second, their heavy breathing filling the air as the couch squeaked quietly under their combined writhing. Her tongue danced with his, the grip of her hand tightening, before she eventually leaned back, trying to catch her breath, her green eyes wide and her pupils blown under the intensity of whatever they were doing. His lips were tingling, and when he licked them, she was suddenly back in his face, kissing him almost hungrily again.

He chuckled against her, his arm snaking around her body as he rolled them around so she was halfway covering him now, his free hand holding the back of her head, his fingers digging into her soft hair. In her new position, she cupped his face and held it firmly as she pressed her lips to his, eager to taste every inch of his mouth as she slipped her tongue into it. He was yet again surprised about this rather unassuming girl, cute and innocent by day, but he seemed to be able to tickle her deepest desires out of her.

Quite the powerful revelation.

And despite the heat growing between them, it was him who broke the kiss eventually, gently grabbing her face and leaning her away slightly to look at her. They were both out of breath, their lips swollen, their gazes filled with something he could only describe as lust. But he shouldn't push his luck, shouldn't overdo it, shouldn't take things too far too quickly. Even though his teenage body wanted nothing more.

With a deep inhale, he rolled her off of him and simply held her in his arms, his lips ghosting her forehead until he felt the ragged lines of her scar beneath his sensitive lips. He halted then, curiosity taking over. Giving her scar another firm kiss, he then leaned back and looked at her. She met his gaze, chewing on her lips. Because he still couldn't find the right words to ask what he wanted to ask, he raised a hand and gently traced his finger over her skin, his fingertip running along the slightly protruding lines cutting through her right eyebrow.

She closed her eyes and let him touch her, exhaling loudly as she nestled against him, though a slight frown creased her forehead. “It's ugly, isn't it?” she then whispered barely audible.

“No, it's not,” he said quickly, leaning in to kiss her scar once more. “It's a part of you, so it can't be ugly. I mean... you're...” He cleared his throat, and his fumbling for the right words made her open one eye, a tiny smirk playing around her lips. He met her gaze, feeling his cheeks warming up under it. “You're beautiful, is what I wanted to say,” he said quietly, trying to ignore the blush spreading to his ears. “And no scar can change that.”

She opened both eyes and raised a hand to trace her finger over his jaw as she watched him closely. “You don't have to say that...” she whispered.

“But I mean it,” he declared, holding her gaze, before she looked away. She sighed and lowered her hand to rest on his chest, mindlessly playing with his tie. “How did you get it?” he then asked, eager to find out more and no longer caring to find the right words.

He saw her clenching her jaw, her eyes still fixed on his shirt. “It was... given to me...” she replied after a long pause, making him frown deeply. He encouraged her to go on by pulling her a little closer to him, his arm holding her tightly. “In the orphanage, I had to share a room with five other girls...” she started to explain, her voice feeble, her face a mask, but he could see the turmoil in her green eyes. “And they didn't like me very much...”

He felt something hot gathering in his stomach, a tight coil of anger as he listened to her tale. She told him about the dreary circumstances she had to live under, their tiny quarters, and how she could hide all of her belongings under the old mattress of her bunk bed, how they worked all day in the factory and how they were barely fed afterwards.

“One day,” she said quietly, “at the end of our shift, I was so tired I bumped into a box of buttons, one we had already sorted, and I dropped it, buttons flying everywhere. We were supposed to go back to the orphanage and have dinner, but because of my mistake, all the girls had to stay longer. I was already hated by most of them for whatever reason, I don't even know why really, but after that they all hated me even more and they –”

She took a deep breath, and he saw her closing her eyes as she snuggled against him as if trying to hide from the memory. He gently rubbed her arm, working his jaw as the frown grew on his forehead. He had already heard enough, his mind adding the missing pieces of her story as his eyes travelled over the crooked lines of her scar. The anger boiled beneath his skin at these unknown Muggle girls.

But she needed to get it out, share the horrible experience with someone, even though he wanted to spare her the recounting of it, but perhaps it could help her deal with it better. So he let her continue, even if her shaking voice almost broke his heart.

“One morning they ambushed me in bed and... two held me down, while the others... carved lines into my face with blunt glass shards...” A sob escaped her, and he instinctively hugged her tighter, his breaths quickened as her turmoil added to his rage. “My... screams woke the matron, and the girls... quickly let go of me and ran away, leaving me bleeding all over my bed... I was scolded for my noises and the soiling of my sheets, while they... never saw any consequences...”

He shook his head in disbelief. “I'm so sorry,” he said quietly, trying not to speak his mind immediately. His hatred for those Muggles bubbled right beneath his skin. “What a horrible –” Inhaling deeply, he stopped talking and pressed his lips to her forehead instead, holding her in his tight embrace. She grabbed the front of his shirt and leaned into him, slowly relaxing against him once more. “I am so glad you're here now... away from all of that...” he added quietly.

Nebbia's breath steadied against his neck, and he felt her nodding. “Me too...” she whispered, and for a long moment they just lay together on the couch, holding onto each other, their minds racing for different reasons. He could only imagine what she must be going through right now, having remembered such a horrible experience, or all of her time in that terrible place, so he tried frantically to find ways to distract her, make her feel better, show her that she was safe now.

So he gently grabbed her shoulder and leaned her away to look at her, his eyes on her face before she met his gaze, her lips trembling slightly. His hand found her cheek. As soon as he felt her wet skin beneath his thumb, he inhaled deeply and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers for a kiss that would hopefully convey all those things he wanted to show her. She breathed heavily against him and kissed him back, probably trying to forget what she had just shared with him.

They remained locked like this for a while, caught in their desire to just feel the other, before lack of oxygen made him move his lips along her jaw and down her neck. He shifted against her, rolling her around until she was lying beneath him, and as he focused on kissing along the slender column of her neck, he felt her hands rubbing over his back, her heavy breaths making strands of his hair fly.

His lips pressed against her soft skin, and before he knew it, he started sucking on it gently, coaxing a surprised whimper out of her. Looking up to meet her hooded eyes, her lips parted and trembling, swollen from their kiss, Sebastian smiled at her. He saw her blushing even more as she watched him breathlessly. Without another word, he moved back down and continued kissing her sensitive skin, feeling her squirm slightly beneath him under the sensation as he grazed his teeth carefully over her pulse.

Her fingers dug through his hair, and he shivered under the touch. He could feel her rapid heartbeat against his tongue as he moved its tip along her skin, tasting salt and something sweet, and he would have continued his journey along her neck if it wasn't for the quiet moaning of his name she suddenly issued. “Sebastian...”

He raised his gaze, feeling as flustered as she looked, before he leaned back fully and licked his lips. “Sorry, I... got carried away...” he admitted with his cheeks burning as he rolled off of her.

She gave him a small smile, her hand trailing along his arm. “It's okay...”

“No, I... I shouldn't be so... forward with you... not very gentleman-like, eh?” He cleared his throat and inhaled deeply as he settled next to her, his gaze fixed to the vaulted ceiling above them.

“I thought we were past that,” she whispered quietly, a slight smirk audible in her voice. “We're no saints... no proper people... we're just young and eager...”

He chuckled and turned his head to her. “We sure are...”

Smiling at him, she then rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He watched her quietly, before he suddenly jumped up and off the couch, causing her to fall deeper into the cushions without his body to support hers any more. She looked at him with surprised eyes.

“I shouldn't – I... I'll sleep on the floor,” he declared then, siting back down on the stone floor in front of the couch.

“Are you sure?” she asked, further tempting him to do the opposite of what was proper.

“Yes,” he said firmly and lay down on his back, crossing his arms behind his head to give him at least a little bit of comfort. “It's... uh... better this way...” He looked along his body then, quickly rolling onto his side, facing away from her, trying to hide the fact that he'd rather take it further with her right away.

Sebastian heard her shift on the couch, and suddenly her hand was on his shoulder. Swallowing hard, he raised one hand to grab hers, gently slipping his fingers between her own. Leaning his head on his other arm, he then closed his eyes, trying to ignore the churning of his stomach and the blood rushing somewhere lower.

“Good night,” she whispered behind him.

“Night,” he muttered, chewing on his swollen lips, squeezing her hand softly. For a long while he listened to her breathing, feeling the warmth of her fingers against his, remembering yet another very eventful day.

And somehow he had fallen asleep, surprised by how easy it had been, and when he woke up again, he felt something brushing against his face. Opening his eyes, he noticed a delicate hand hanging off the edge of the couch, fingertips playing with his messy hair. For a moment he let her, smiling softly to himself, before he turned around and grabbed her wrist, coaxing a surprised yelp out of her.

His tired eyes met hers, and he smiled even wider when he noticed the blush creeping up her pale cheeks. Slowly he sat up, shifting slightly uncomfortably under the state of his body. Before he could get lost in her eyes again, he lowered his gaze and pulled out his pocket watch, then groaned deeply. “Late for breakfast again...” he muttered and rolled his sore shoulders. “How'd you sleep?” he then asked her, his voice a low rumble, looking back to the girl still lying on the soft cushions of the couch, her hair dishevelled and her lips as swollen as his felt.

“Good,” she whispered quietly, her eyes moving over his face. “You?”

“Well, I had worse,” he admitted with a smirk, and it was true. At least the company had been better this time. And weirdly enough there had been no nightmares to keep him awake.

“We should go, hm?” she mused quietly, before she sat up with a soft squeak falling from her lips, stretching as she did so. He stared at her for a moment, mesmerized by the sweet sound. “Sebastian?”

“Huh? Uh, yes! Yes, we should,” he stammered and cleared his throat, then quickly got up and turned away from her, brushing dust off his trousers, trying to ignore the strain against the fabric. Rolling his eyes at his own body's reactions, he pushed a hand through his hair, before he almost flinched when he suddenly felt a hand on his back.

“I'm ready,” she whispered, and he spun around, meeting her gaze, trying to hold it to not guide her attention elsewhere.

He nodded with a smile and quickly grabbed her hand, then pulled her along through the vast space of the Undercroft. There were no words between them when he guided her back to Central Hall, yet it didn't feel awkward to be silent with her. It felt right. When they parted at the bottom of the staircase leading to the Ravenclaw Tower, she simply smiled at him, and he nodded, squeezing her hand as several other students passed them by, keeping him from saying goodbye to her properly.

“See you in Potions,” he called after her, and she waved at him, her cheeks flushed. Inhaling deeply, he turned away and headed to his own common room, eager to tell his body to calm down again.

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[gb-patch]

Hi firstly tysm for making Our Life it is an amazing experience and has made My Life better! Also so sorry for asking this, but would I be able to get a refund if I were to get the $5 patreon membership, download the bonus moment, and cancel and ask for a refund? I'm asking this bc you said it would be ok to cancel it right after, but rn I can't afford to spend money just for a single moment (my currency equals to a lot for even 5 dollars sadly). Def ok if the answer is no, just wanted to ask :)

In general asks wanting the paid content to be free do have to be deleted. We get a lot of questions and there usually isn't time to try to explain to people the concept that the games can only be made at the scale and quality they are if they're monetized in some way. The struggle of these projects that I focus on doesn't come down to some people only getting most of the content but not being able to get everything 'cause it costs money. It's the about whether or not anyone, anywhere gets any content at all or if no one gets anything ever again because the company closes.

It's also hard to not come across as unkindly in posts like these. People shouldn't be afraid to send their questions to me. You ask whatever you like, but to sometimes save the feelings of those who send questions with no agreeable answer they just get no answer.

I'm only replying to this specific question 'cause I'm worried no answer will be taken as an okay sign and I really don't want that, aha.

So with that said, it's great the game was a good experience for you, but the answer is no. When I say you can 'cancel right away' it means you don't have to pay for multiple months of subscriptions to be part of the Patreon. You only need to join one time, but you still pay for that one time. If you thought what you described is what I meant, it is not.

To pretend to give us money to get what you want and then use the refund system to make us pay back your purchase not because we did something wrong/it didn't live up to expectations but because you never intended to support us from the start isn't something I would like.

Again, I don't want you to feel shamed by this. Anything might sound like it could be reasonable if you don't have a reference or explanation for why not. I hope this is a good reference. If you did that stunt, it would be scamming a small business and you shouldn't financially jerk people around.

Still, thanks for playing. I think there's a Let's Play of the moment out there you can watch to see what it's like.

#ask #gb patch games #gb patch #all projects

[behindthewox]

Hello, Andrew here. This blog article was sent to me and I can assure you that this is not correct information but a reaction likely of those who were involved. This information likely stems from previous MoM or HM themselves, I guess, seeing that they have been banned properly recently (which I am only stating because you already stated it yourself, otherwise I would not give away who is or is not banned)

When I took over I made it very clear in an NB post that the harrassment of users, witch hunt on site, and generally toxic and disrespectful behaviour needs to stop. Everyone is more than welcome to share opinions, but this was not that, this was simply insanely rude behaviour that was based on wrong information given by the MoM/HM to the other leaders of WoP, who then compiled their letter. Which is also the reason why after all of this these other site leaders were put back into their positions after everything was cleared up.

I have banned a total of 4 people from 800-900 actives at the time for continuing their disrespectful behaviour and outright slandering (one of them later on) despite my very clear warning in the article (I was surprised that it was only so few, but almost everyone was just glad to be able to enjoy the website again). I also made an effort to respond to each single comment transparently and open minded. Many of the people who removed content or joined that group hype have talked to me, told me their opinions, and gave me the opportunity to work on their missing trust together. I am on good terms with almost all of the old staff with maybe 5 exceptions (MoM, HM for being the reason this went down and one old staff on bad terms; the other two people I am neutral towards as I never spoke with them and don't know their thoughts) Every old staff member who reached out to me has their own experiences and opinioms and don't always agree with me, but they are more than valued and often play important roles in our staff as well - whether student or grad. In fact, I really enjoyed every single talk with them and appreciate anyone who reached out despite their fear of rejection, as that takes a lot of courage

The old MoM and HM were banned later on, yes, you can feel free to ask them for the exact reason I put in. The previous behaviour of theirs is unwelcome on site, and they created a horrible environment for people at the time this happened, just because of a "money grabbing" feature that was completely changed back anyway for other reasons. One of them was still logging in on alt for reasons I don't really understand, because they made sure everyone knew their hate towards Dan and the site. So why log in almost regularly even after almost a year? I guess I know why ,but that is just an assumption, so I will not voice it here

Aside from that, if you paid attention to the site development, you would also see that since then (but not because of that), new users got free VIP, people with jobs get discount, linking accounts gets a whole 50% discount, and such

I am mostly replying to clear some things up because I don't enjoy reactions that are based on false facts. I wanted to stay on WoP US as a temporary solution, but the community has been loving and welcoming, which was really unexpected considering the circumstances they went through

This is something that happened almost a whole year ago now, I even unbanned one of the 4 bans that took place when I took over, so technically it is only 3

I hope that this could clear up confusion and misunderstanding. I would like to see this message public because I am mostly writing it for the very few that might end up seeing it. Considering the nature of this post, you already made up your mind about me and that is okay. But I want to give my insight first hand, as I don't enjoy someone trying to slander my name based on more accusations of those people who were banned for false accusations in the first place

Magical regards,

Andrew Sutherland (WoP US)

By the way, I am only asking this anonymously because of privacy concerns regarding this account (never use Tumblr anyway)

Added in a later message: "Andrew here again, please add this xD I saw that you have made clarifications regarding there possibly being more to these accusations, my response was mainly aimed towards the person asking the question, but I do admit that I thought that that message was originally from you, the blog writer, and only saw your response later on (I am not used to tumblr and on phone it doesnt show all on one screen, oops). Just wanted to clarify that as it may explain some wording of mine!"

No hard feelings on my side, thanks for the clarification! If I can share both sides of the story, that is what I want to do and you've allowed me to share yours. It's greatly appreciated and I hope this clears the air a little bit.

NOTE: I can't verify if this person is who they say they are, the anonymous submissions are anonymous to me as well. I have no reason to doubt or suspect that it's someone else writing in their name, but I want to note that with anonymity there is a risk of abuse and impersonation. I don't think that's the case here though.

#wox #wox site

[ghouligancentral]

Claws -

Mountain x Dewdrop X Ghoul Reader (18+)

Part 1 of 3

Summary- The reader is a ghoul who happens to be Mountain's mate. While helping Mountain get through his rut the reader finds out Dewdrop's rut has also started. So what could this lead to.....

Also AFAB reader but not pronouns are used.

A/N- Alright Ghouligans- This is just smut and purely self indulgent. We dive right in with the first sentence. We get some possessive/ Dom Mountain in this so sit back, grab a snack and have a cold shower ready.

Your claws dig into the sheets below you as you let out a series of breathy “fucks”. All you can hear is the sound of skin on skin accompanied by the pants and growls of the large Earth ghoul currently above you. You feel Mountain’s claws pricking into the skin at your waist and he pulls you forcefully onto his large cock. Many would struggle to take such a richly endowed specimen of a ghoul, you, however, being a ghoul yourself had little to no problem, given that a decent amount of prep was involved.

Upon opening your eyes, you look up to see Mountain with his eyes closed and a fang poking out of his mouth as he bits his lower lip. You reach up one of your hands to caress the side of his face, causing him to open his eyes and look down at you. You offer a smile and coo out a praise.

“You feel so good Mounty,” you pur, “ you know exactly how to fill me up.”

Hearing this causes Mountain to mewl out a soft moan and grip your waist tighter. He leans down to hoover his face mere inches above your own.

“Darling, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me,” Mountain admits as he slows his pace from short quick thrusts to long deep ones. You and Mountain had been mates for quite some time now. Being Mountian’s mate wasn’t a mutually exclusive deal, you were free to have fun with others, but at this point, given his was, Mountain wanted you to be part of any sexual or romantic encounter he might have.

And right now, at the height of his rut, Mountain needed you more than ever. Mountain preferred for you to be the one helping him through his rut given that a) you were now his mate and b) you being a ghoul means there was little to no risk of him breaking you.

You wrap your hands around Mountain’s back as he begins to plant a series of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck and jawline. You nestle your face into his hair as you leave light scratches on his back. Mountain’s tail is currently curled snuggly on one of your legs which is presently draped over his hip.

Mountain once more begins to speed up his thrusts causing your breath to quicken. He unwraps his tail from your thigh and snakes it in between the two of you. The tip of his tail starts to rub small circles on your clit, causing you to nestle your face deeper into his hair. One of your hands scratches deeper into the flesh of his back while the other is planted firmly in his hair.

Just as you feel you are to reach your peak, Mountain tenses up and stops nipping at your neck to pop his head up and scan the room. His thrusts come to a halt as he raises his nose to the air and takes a deep inhale.

“Do you smell that?” Mountain growls out in a low whisper,” someone else is here.”

You take a moment to orient yourself and mourn your lost orgasm as you huff out a reply,” I don’t smell anyone but that could just be because my face was buried in your hair no less than two seconds ago.”

Mountain remains tense as a deep rumbling growl settles in his chest and he turns to stare at the slightly ajar door at the far side of the room. At this point you sit up with concern.

“Mountain, who is it?”, you ask as you cup his face trying to calm him down.

“Fire ghoul,” Mountain spits out,” and he wants to join in.”

Right as Mountain was speaking you caught a whiff of the scent Mountain was talking about. It smelled of campfire and amber. Typically, during a ghoul’s rut, their scent would overpower any other ghoul’s, especially to their mate. But this scent was now growing just as strong as Mountain’s earthy musk.

A pang of concern suddenly dropped in the pit of your stomach. “Dewdrop’s rut has been triggered,” you thought to yourself. You look up to see Dewdrop poking his head through the doorway with a sly smile on his face.

“I’m not intruding on anything?” Dewdrop asks rhetorically as he slips through the door and closes it behind him. You can already see the prominent bulge forming in Dew’s trousers.

“Get out,” Mountain utters just loud enough for Dewdrop to hear. Mountain’s grip tightens on your body and you feel the hair on his arms stand up.

“What was that Mounty? I didn’t quite hear you there,” Dewdrop teases.

“GET OUT!” Mountain roars as he stands to face Dewdrop. The ferocity of it startled both you and Dew. You looked from Mountain to Dewdrop to see that most of the color had drained from his face and his tail had curled itself around his leg. You had to admit, you’d never seen Mountain like this before. It is not like the two of you had never slept with the other ghouls before. Hell you two often invented the little gremlin standing before you to spend a night ( or two) in your shared bed.

Before you can grab him, Mountain storms over to where Dewdrop is cowering, reaching him with just four long strides. Mountain snatches Dew’s throat and lifts him into the air so that he is at eye level with Mountain.

“Mine,” Mountain snarls at Dew while showing his fangs. You hop up and rush over to where the two ghouls are standing. You grab Mountain’s arm and tell him to put Dewdrop down. Mountain locks eyes with up and upon seeing the seriousness in yours sets the smaller ghoul. Dewdrop sputters and coughs while he tries to catch his breath. You step in between the ghouls and push Mountain father away from Dew.

“Mountain! What was that all about? Dew is in rut too, you can’t blame the guy for trying to get a little something, “ you fuss at Mountain. You back Mountain up until the backs of his knees touch the bed and he sits down. You stand above Mountain with your hands placed firmly on your hips. Mountain averts his eyes and looks sheepishly at the floor.

“I’m sorry darling, I just don’t know what came over me,” Mountain apologies as he shrugs.

“Oh I’m fine by the way. Thanks for fucking asking,” Dewdrop spits out from across the room.

“Oh Dew honey, I’m sorry,” you apologize as you rush over next to him. ”And Mountain is sorry too. Aren't you Mounty?” you say as you shoot a gaze over towards your mate.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry Dew,” Mountain confesses,” I- I- I just felt like you were trying to take [y/n] away from me.”

Dewdrop looks over to Mountain and a slight smile begins to spread over his lips.

“Yeah well I guess no harm was done,” Dew continues,” and I think I know of a way you could make it up to me.” The grin on Dewdrop’s face spreads even wider as he slowly begins to slide his tail up your naked leg.

“Dew, are you still hard after all of that?” you ask him with a chuckle.

“You of all people should know that I like it rough,” Dew smirks back as he snakes a hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

You turn to look at Mountain who is watching the two of you. His member beginning to re-harden with interest.

“You okay with Dew joining us Mounty,” you ask before history can repeat itself.

“Yes, but only if Dew lets me take the lead on this,” Mountain consents with a grin. Dewdrop’s brows raise in surprise. Usually Mountain is one of the more easy going ghouls and doesn’t take the dominant role.

“Yeah, oh course, if that’s what you want,” Dewdrop replies.

Mountain’s fangs poke out from behind his lips as a dark smile falls across his face.

“Good. Now let’s get started”

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Read parts 2 and 3 here ( on A03)

#nameless ghouls #mountain x reader #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x reader #the band ghost #purely self indulgent #y'all are just along for the ride #the band ghost fic #mountain ghoul

[withacapitalp]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Daisies (Steddie)

Summary: He hacked out a few more harsh sounding noises, before he spat into his open palm, taking a relieved breath as whatever was lodged in his throat came out. Eddie would’ve been relieved too, confused, but okay now that Steve was safe. And then he saw what was in Steve’s hand. A daisy. Steve had just coughed up a fucking daisy. And, judging by the completely blasé expression he had on his face as he looked down at it, this wasn’t the first time. When Steve wakes up choking on flowers, Eddie thinks that it might be the end. It turns out to be just the beginning.

I love Daisies so much and the response it got was wayyyy more than I ever could have expected!!! A hanahaki AU that it's a little non-traditional and one of my all time faves I've written!!!

2. Princess (Steddie, Steve and Chrissy)

Summary: “You knew Chrissy” Eddie managed to force out, feeling like he was about to vomit. Steve nodded, still looking at the picture. Chrissy’s little face was overtaken by an absolutely enormous grin, and her right hand was tightly grabbing onto Steve’s free left one.  “Who do you think gave her her title?” He asked rhetorically, side-eyeing Eddie to gauge his reaction. When Eddie didn’t give one, Steve sighed, stepping away, “People always get that story wrong though,” Eddie wakes up alone, goes downstairs, and finds out things he wasn't ready to know.

Princesssssssss. Augh this one hurts me every time I read it and it's one of my top favorite head canons. I think Steve and Chrissy being cousins hits a chord that is just so perfect? This little detail that doesn't actually exist to anyone but me is so canon to me now haha!

3. Let Me Just Hold You Now (Stolen)

Summary: Steve has a routine for nights like this. A routine for the times when his world gets flipped on its axis. Just four simple steps to keep his body alive while his mind tries to sort through whatever fucked up thing he just went through.  Steve has a Routine.  Robin breaks that Routine.

THIS FIC MAN. I really hit a stride with Stolen fics that just felt soooooo yeah I really loved writing this one and that's not something I can usually say!!

4. The Day After (Stoncy)

Summary: The morning after Steve helps to destroy a demon who had been trying to kill Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler, he goes to school. He didn't want to go. He didn't know why he did it. He just went. It was startling to see how the rest of the world didn't change.

Agh! So I have a mixed relationship with this series but I had to include a stoncy fic in this list and this one was the one that really started it all. The first long fic I finished, the first one I felt really proud of, and the fic that really started my love for stranger things. Yeah I'm proud of this one.

5. How to Rehabilitate a Jock (Eventual Steddie WIP)

Summary: After their breakup, Steve found that being around Nancy and Jonathan was pretty much unbearable. His old friends wouldn't even look at him, and there was only so much time he could spend with the kids before he started feeling kind of pathetic. All in all, he was a pretty lonely person now. But was he really lonely enough to consider joining Hellfire club? And were they really willing to accept having a dethroned king in their party? A post season two AU where Steve becomes a part of hellfire club

This one is probably my baby and will be for at least the rest of the year. She gives me so much trouble but I love her so gosh darn much!!!!! Anyways it's my most popular story, it feels like a lot of pressure, but I love it.

TY MORGAN THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN AND IM SO GRATEFUL YOU SENT THISSSS

#tag game #self rec game #can't wait to send this to thefaves heheheh

[oillydiya]

Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 12 : Envy's Inferno

A week later, on the New Ross film set,

Cillian was taking a break during the day, sitting down to review his script for the upcoming scenes. Suddenly, his ears perked up at the mention of Sansa's name in a conversation between Steve and Joe nearby. Without hesitation, Cillian joined in.

"Hey, what's up, Steve?" Cillian asked the director.

"Hey, Cill! Are you free this Friday? I was thinking of taking Joe and Finn to check out Sansa's art exhibition."

"Oh, is it this Friday already?" Cillian feigned surprise.

"You found her that gallery," Steve reminded him.

"Right, right. But how did you know about Sansa's exhibition happening this Friday? Did you run into her or something?" Cillian was genuinely curious about how Steve knew the date of Sansa's exhibition.

"I just happened to bump into Sansa at Mister Louis' the other day. She invited me to her opening, and asked me to bring you guys along too. See, I'm just following your advice, Cill, and it led me to Sansa again," Steve replied cheerfully.

"Okay, I'm in - No wonder my Friday evening suddenly cleared up. So that's why," Cillian teased Steve to keep things light-hearted.

"It's for Sansa, after all. I want to congratulate her."

"Me too," Cillian responded, before they went their separate ways to continue their day. After the conversation, Cillian felt a twinge of jealousy. He had spoken to Sansa just the other day, and she hadn't mentioned running into Steve -- Cillian didn't quite like how close Steve seemed to be with Sansa. He couldn't shake off a feeling of possessiveness over her!

Friday, at the London Gallery,

Sansa was in the midst of chaos, her head spinning from the hustle and bustle. She was almost late in getting her various art pieces to the gallery, dealing with transportation issues and her sculptures not being dry enough for transport from the main studio to the gallery. Thankfully, her dear friend Gigi stepped in to help with the preparations. Sansa thought if it weren't for Gigi, the exhibition might have been doomed from day one!

By 5 PM, the gallery was swarming with visitors eager to see Sansa's Master's degree final art exhibition. Classmates, professors, and the general public filled the space, bringing joy to Sansa's heart. Art was a significant part of her life, and finally, she was celebrating her graduation in style.

"Hey, Sansa," someone called out from behind her.

"Oh, Steven, it's you," she turned and greeted Steven, along with Joe, Finn, and Cillian!

"Wow, you look beautiful today. Not that you don’t always look beautiful, but today there’s something special -- Here! Congratulations on your exhibition," he said, offering her a bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you so much. I'm just happy you all could make it -- Have you had a chance to look around yet?" Sansa asked, gratefully accepting the flowers.

"We've just arrived. It’s really crowded. People must really appreciate your work," Finn added.

"Yes, I'm just as surprised to see so many people here. I have no idea where they all came from," Sansa replied, clearly overwhelmed. She hadn't expected such a large turnout, especially since she had hardly told anyone. She figured it must have been word of mouth from her fellow students that filled her gallery with so many visitors. As they were chatting, Sansa began to notice people within the event starting to pay attention to their group, likely because the three actors and a scriptwriter among them were quite famous in England, particularly Cillian! People were especially interested in him.

Just then, Gigi approached Sansa from behind.

"Hey, Sansa, I've got someone I'd like you to meet," her best friend said, oblivious to who Sansa was currently talking to.

"Cillian!!! You!!!" Gigi's words stumbled out in surprise when she saw all the actors.

"Hello, I'm Cillian. Good to see you again," he greeted Gigi, extending his hand, as well as Steven, Joe, and Finn.

"How did you all end up here? -- I had no idea I'd bump into you today," Gigi asked, confused. She had encountered Cillian by chance at Mr. Louis's, but now here he was at Sansa's exhibition!

"I'll explain in a sec, but... do you need something?" Sansa quickly asked her friend, hoping to steer the conversation away from any further questioning.

"Do you remember my friend Francois from France? I invited him to the exhibition today. Here he is! I thought you should meet him," Gigi introduced her male friend from France while Sansa gave him a quick look. Francois was tall, well-built, and strikingly handsome in a distinctly French way. Sansa felt confused. Why was Gigi introducing her to a man?

'Is she trying to set me up again? That mischievous friend of mine!!!' Sansa inwardly grumbled, aware of the setup.

She turned to introduce herself politely to Francois, "Oh, hello, I'm Sansa."

"I'm Francois," he responded, seeming about to say more, but Sansa quickly turned her attention back to Gigi, avoiding further conversation.

"What are you up to, Gigi? I really don't want to meet any guys or anyone else right now!" Sansa murmured, visibly annoyed.

"You need to meet someone today. You never do it on your own. So, here! I found someone for you," Gigi replied nonchalantly.

"Seriously! You're driving me crazy!" Sansa muttered in frustration at her friend's habit of making decisions without consulting her first.

"Like it or not, you're going to suck your first dick tonight. Consider it a graduation gift from me," Gigi revealed her intentions.

Sansa felt like she was on the verge of madness! She hadn't yet told her best friend about Cillian or about their intimate moment together. Who would just blurt out, "Hey, buddy, I had sex my first time with a famous actor"? It would be a massive story. So, Sansa decided it was best to keep her and Cillian affair a secret – letting Gigi believe she was still uninterested in anyone, wanting to keep her relationship with Cillian private.

As the crowd's attention began to focus more on Cillian and his group, making them uncomfortable because they were still standing by while Sansa and Gigi chatted.

"Maybe you guys should check out the artwork first, I'll catch up in a bit," Sansa suggested to Steven.

"Sure, we'd love to admire your work. It looks beautiful and diverse," he replied, before the whole group dispersed to explore the various pieces. Sansa stole a quick glance at Cillian, the two hadn't had a chance for a private conversation due to the bustling crowd, and she didn't want to arouse suspicion. As Cillian‘s group moved away, Sansa turned back to meet Francois, complying with Gigi's forceful introduction. They engaged in small talk, but Sansa soon excused herself, feeling too overwhelmed to continue the conversation.

Sansa excused herself to find some peace away from the lively atmosphere. Along the way, several people stopped her to chat and compliment her work. She responded briefly but kept moving, feeling overwhelmed by the crowd. Finding herself struggling to breathe, a sign of the panic she often felt in crowded spaces, she sought refuge in a secluded corner of the gallery. It was a quiet spot, rarely crossed by others, where one of her most beloved paintings hung. She spent a long time there, quietly admiring the artwork that meant so much to her.

"It's really beautiful," a deep voice sounded from behind her. Sansa turned around, locking eyes with those deep sea blue eyes.

"I painted it while thinking of you," she replied to him. It was a painting of a couple making love, with the man’s back to the viewer and the woman straddling him, looking out towards the observer. To an outsider, it might seem like a typical lovers' portrait, but only Sansa and Cillian knew it depicted them.

"I've missed you," he murmured.

"Me too."

"It's really crowded here. If it weren’t for all these people, I'd kiss you to congratulate you."

"Just having you here makes me happy."

"Who was that guy?"

"Do you mean Francois? He's a friend of Gigi”

"Hm! He seems handsome."

Sansa raised an eyebrow, "Jealous?"

"Yes!... I don’t like it when you talk to other men."

She looked directly into his eyes, "Don’t be jealous, I wasn’t thinking anything of it," Sansa said in a cooing voice, smiling at him. She teased him further, "You're cute when you're jealous," as she playfully bumped his shoulder with hers.

"If we were alone, I’d have you for that. So cheeky, such a naughty girl!" he growled back playfully, giving her a mock stern look. But their moment was brief, as they had to quickly separate when Steven, Joe, and Finn approached. The two discreetly moved apart, understanding the need to maintain a semblance of distance in the presence of others.

"Sansa, your work is so multifaceted. You're really talented," Steven complimented.

"Yes, I agree. I particularly love your sculptures," Finn added.

"Thank you so much for appreciating them. Is there any piece you're interested in? Once the exhibition is over, if you'd like any, I could send it to you," Sansa offered generously. Joe, meanwhile, was captivated by the painting of the couple making love that he was currently looking at.

"Could I have this one? I really like it," he pointed to the couple's painting.

"I'd prefer if you chose another piece. I'd like to keep that one for myself," Sansa immediately responded. Cillian felt a wave of relief that Sansa declined Joe's request for that particular painting, as he would've fought his fellow actor to keep it for himself if necessary!

The group chatted a bit more before Steven spoke up.

"Sansa, we should probably get going. It seems like we're starting to draw more attention. We'd better leave now so as not to disturb you further," he said as a farewell.

"Thank you all so much for coming to my exhibition today. If there's a chance, I'd love to treat you to dinner as a thank you," the young woman told her four male friends before turning to thank Cillian specifically for the gallery.

"Thanks again for the gallery," she said.

"You're welcome," Cillian nodded in response.

"Goodbye, Sansa," they all said their farewells and then left the event.

After parting ways from Sansa's art exhibition, the four actors strolled down the streets towards a bar, eager to continue their evening with some drinks.

"Wow...it was incredible. Sansa's work is beautiful. She truly has the soul of an artist," Steve remarked.

"She's really talented in these matters," Joe added.

"Did you see that painting of the man and woman?" Finn leaned in, asking everyone.

He continued, puzzled, "Damn! Was that woman supposed to be her? – And the man in the painting too. He's one lucky guy. Or could it be that French dude!" someone in the group murmured under their breath.

Cillian walked quietly, listening to the conversation without comment. He didn't particularly enjoy his fellow actors discussing Sansa in such contexts, it made him uncomfortably protective.

"Let's not talk about Sansa like that. She's been really nice to us. Man up, Finn. It's her private matter!" He cautioned his colleagues before they all arrived at a Soho bar. The four ordered beers and chatted about work.

"You're flying to New York this Sunday, right, Cill?" the scriptwriter among them inquired.

"Yes, I've got a movie promotion there."

"Your schedule is really packed, isn't it?" Steve teased.

The four guys were chatting about life, man-to-man, as one bottle turned into two, then three, four, five, and six. They were drinking heavily, fitting for a Friday night before a weekend break. By nearly eleven, it was clear Finn was significantly intoxicated. He turned to talk to Joe, and amidst their conversation, bursts of laughter escaped them, catching Cillian's attention just as Finn mentioned someone's name.

"He must be fucking her right now, having the time of his life. I wonder what positions he's putting her in," he muttered lustfully.

"I'm so jealous. Just think, Joe, spending the whole night like him. What would you do? It's mind-blowing to even consider," Finn said, clearly drunk, his question directed at Joe, asking Joe who was in a similarly bad state.

"Do as you desire, hmmmm," the two of them laughed at their own ludicrous fantasies.

"Who are you guys talking about?" Cillian asked them curiously.

"Sansa and that French guy we met at the event, that's who, Cillian -- damn, it's enviable," Finn replied.

"What exactly are you implying?" Cillian furrowed his brows, pressing for clarity on the subject of their conversation.

"That French guy must be Fucking Sansa right about now. They're probably having a good time," Finn replied, clearly intoxicated.

Cillian was instantly taken aback by those words, his drunken haze abruptly cleared as his eyes flashed brightly, a chill running down his spine. He felt a surge of anger towards Finn for speaking about Sansa in such a disrespectful manner again.

"What are you babbling about from your own delusions? She's our friend, Finn. Show some respect for her, or I swear I'll punch you if you don't shut up!" Cillian cursed furiously.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't make it up. She really is with that guy," Finn continued. "When Sansa was talking to her friend, I was nearby. I heard her friend say that tonight Sansa had to finally get with that French guy -- ask Joe, he heard it too," Finn pointed towards another friend to corroborate his story.

"Nonsense!" Cillian barked, turning to glare at Joe with anger, yet seeking confirmation whether what Finn had just said was true.

"It's true, Cill! I heard it too. Her friend even said that Sansa had to finally have sex for the first time," Joe confirmed what he had heard.

"Imagine that, isn't it enviable? By now, they must be having a great time," Finn continued to mutter.

"It might well be true. I saw her talking to that guy, they seemed very close indeed," Steve chimed in, reinforcing another point.

At this point, Cillian was filled with rage, wanting to punch the smirks off their faces. He was extremely frustrated by what he had heard, as he had been mingling with guests at the event and hadn't caught the conversation or seen what his despicable friends were discussing. He had only seen the moment when Gigi introduced the French guy to Sansa at the beginning of the event.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you! She's not like that. Stop talking about her, damn it! You guys are fucking disgusting!" Cillian yelled out loud, overwhelmed with anger and annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I'm drunk!" They apologized again and shifted the conversation to other topics. Yet, Cillian's mind was far from at ease. He couldn't understand why he was dwelling on those thoughts, which kept swirling in his head. Since leaving the exhibition event and as the clock neared midnight, Cillian hadn't yet called Sansa. He thought by now she must have returned to her apartment. 'Could Sansa really be with that bastard?' His mind began to imagine all sorts of scenarios.

"Damn it! Bloody hell!" Cillian cursed loudly in front of everyone at the table, leaving his friends puzzled about what was wrong with him.

"I'll be right back, need to use the restroom," said the agitated young actor, his mind in turmoil. He had to call Sansa. He needed to know what she was doing! Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do anything else for the rest of the night.

Cillian hurriedly grabbed his phone and dialed her number. Beep... beep... beep... Only the dial tone, but no answer. He pressed the call button again, second, third, fourth time, cursing under his breath. Sansa wasn't picking up the phone at all. He was frustrated, angry, and completely restless.

"Damn it, that scoundrel!" Cillian's mind raced with wild imaginations at this point.

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian #cillianmurphy #cillian fic

[chaotic-super]

Joining The Superfriends - 8

The tiny little robot bug sits stationary on the skin of Kara’s wrist, all movement gone out of it now that it has claimed not one but two new victims. She slaps her free hand over it, grasping it between two fingers and haphazardly shoving it into the jar that a wide eyed Alex is still holding loosely in her hands.

A lid is shoved onto the jar and with the bug sealed firmly inside, Kara meets Lena’s eyes, finding the same kind of panic in Lena’s eyes that is in her own. “Fuck.”

They both turn to Alex, looking for instructions on what they should do now and hoping that the bossiest one of them all might have some answers for them but she’s just standing there frozen, eyes darting between them and the jar several times before she frowns, looking down at Lena’s bare thigh.

“You can pull your pants up now.”

Lena looks down, even more panicked to see that she’s been standing there in front of Kara and Alex with her pants piled up around her ankles. She snatches them up, blushing furiously, and zips them back up.

“Alex.” Kara says, not sure what else she can say, fear creeping into her voice.

Sensing how scared Kara is now that she’s been injected with whatever substance it is that makes people act aggressively, Alex kicks into action, not willing to have another red kryptonite situation on her hands, something that Kara is completely on board with. That’s not an event that should ever be repeated.

Clearing her throat roughly, Alex starts planning right away. “Alright. We’ll set you guys and Nia up in containment with the power dampener. I know that J’onn already has K-protocol ready to go at a moment’s notice so that won’t be an issue.”

Kara is on board with that plan. “Ok, let’s get down to containment then, I want to be down there when this thing hits us.”

Kara grabs the power dampener off the floor, handing it over to Lena, who balances her laptop on top of it, intent on taking it with her so that she can work until the aggression kicks in.

She’s terrified of what she might do but it does make her feel better knowing that she’ll be locked away when it happens, unable to hurt anyone else while she goes on a rampage.

Alex and Kara take a side on Nia’s bed each, wheeling her out of the med bay and to the elevator so they can get to the lower level where containment is.

Lena leans over to press the button, hand halting in place. “Wait, what floor is it on and why does there seem to be more buttons every time I get into this damn death box?”

Kara peeks over her shoulder. “Second floor. J’onn has really been into remodelling lately so he’s been adding floors. It’s actually kind of scary how The Tower keeps getting taller but nobody around us notices. Actually, that might be J’onn’s doing now that I think about it. Alex, does J’onn have the power to do that?”

“Probably.” Alex shrugs.

“Right, ok, so I work in a place that just adds a new floor every now and then, brilliant.” Lena mutters, mostly to herself but since they are trapped together in a tight space, both Danvers sisters hear her, smirking as they try not to laugh. It’s easy to forget how weird this stuff is when you’re still new to it, after years they have become desensitized to the oddness of it all.

Lena hadn’t actually been down to containment yet so walking into the room full of small glass cells, metal bars running through the glass in places so in the off chance it were to break, the detainee wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Why bother with the glass if you have bars?” Lena questions.

“It’s special glass that Brainy designed, it’s super strong…or something.” Kara replies, opening up one of the cells and helping Alex lift Nia up. Together they carefully manoeuvre her into the cell, sitting her down on the floor with her back up against one side. She slides to the left when they set her down, her face coming to rest against the side, her cheek smushing against the glass.

Lena copies what Kara did to get the cell open, doing the same to another one and stepping inside herself, looking down at the hard floor and frowning, aware of how uncomfortable this is going to be. “Can I get a cushion or something for in here? The floor is going to be really hard on my butt.”

“Sure. Let’s get you guys locked in and then if you’re still you by the time I get back from grabbing you a cushion, I will take the risk and unlock the door long enough to pass it to you.” Alex answers, locking the door of Nia’s cell and then pushing Kara into another one, the one between Lena and Nia, and locking the door to that one too.

Lena leans her laptop up against the side of her cell, smiling awkwardly at Alex when it’s her turn to get locked in, “and here I thought that by leaving my family I might avoid being locked up like a criminal.”

“Think of it more as a temporary psych hold.” Alex smiles back.

“I’m not sure if that’s better or worse.”

Alex rethinks her statement. “Honestly, I’m not sure either.” She shrugs, giving the handle one last tug to make sure it’s locked. “Either way you have to suck it up, sorry.”

She wanders off, leaving them there to wait it out. Lena notices that she’s taking the power dampener with her just as she’s leaving the room.

“Kara, why is she taking the power dampener with her?”

Kara takes a seat on the cold hard floor, leaning into the glass side that’s closest to Lena. “Don’t worry, each cell has its own, they kick in when the door locks, we just brought it down for the journey but it’s not needed now, Nia and I have our own personal ones, and I guess you do too so I’m sorry if you have any powers you’re hiding from us but they are off limits until whatever we got hit with is out of our systems.”

“I don’t but it would be cool.” Lena takes a seat too, following Kara’s lead. “I used to wish that I had the power to be able to teleport anywhere I wanted. I suppose that’s just the symptom of being raised with the family I have though.”

Kara nods, trying to laugh along with Lena but barley managing to force a smile, heart aching for Lena and the childhood she was stripped of.

Lena can tell that she made it awkward by bringing up her family but they have been on her mind a lot for the past couple of weeks and she’s spending all of her time trying to banish them from her brain.

It’s even worse because she actually misses them, as much as she wishes that she didn’t, she does because they’re her family, a constant in her life since she was four years old, when she was adopted into the Luthors.

She doesn’t miss the way they acted or the awful things they did. She doesn’t miss the way they talked down to her or dismissed anything she said. She doesn’t miss the way they always tried to buy her love when they needed something from her.

She supposes that really, what she misses is their constant presence, however small. They were always there, through the good and bad, mostly bad, they were always there so having them totally banished from her life leaves a little empty spot in her conscious, a spare room in the mansion of mind that she doesn’t know how to fill.

“Kara, do you miss your family?”

Kara looks up at her again, a strange look overtaking her before she regulates herself again. “Of course I do, it’s only natural for someone to miss their family but I have been without them for that long now that sometimes, I can barely remember them, I wish I did though.”

Lena frowns. “How long has it been?”

“I was twelve when I left Krypton, then I was trapped in the Phantom Zone for twenty four years, a place where time doesn’t pass, before my pod got free and I landed here. That was fifteen years ago now.

The door slides open again, Alex stumbling in with her arms full of cushions and blankets. “Hey, have you guys hulked out yet or is it safe to hand these over?”

“If you don’t hand them over I might hulk out.” Is Kara’s response as she makes grabby hands at the pile in Alex’s arms.

Alex splits them into three, tossing some in with Nia for her to do what she wants with when she wakes up, whether that be curl up and sleep more or tear them to shreds in a fit of anger, then she relocks the door.

Lena gets hers next and she starts working on building herself a little nest before Alex has even shut the door, something that Alex starts teasing her about right after she’s finished distributing everything. “Look at you, Lena! You like your tiny apartment that much that you’re moving into an even tinier one.”

Lena crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. “You might think that’s funny but I actually have come to love my tiny apartment and would happily keep living in places of a similar size. I find it quite cosy and the size is perfect for one person to live comfortably.”

“Leave her alone, Alex. You don’t want to make her angry when she’s about to have this stuff affecting her. I can’t imagine that it will be much longer now.”

“Good point, have fun guys!” Alex calls, turning on her heel and heading for the door.

“Bye, Alex.” Lena calls back.

Lena curls up on her little pile of cushions, covering herself with a blanket. “One day she’ll have a conversation with me without teasing me, just you wait and see.”

Kara snorts out a laugh. “That’s how Alex shows her love so you might be waiting a long time.”

Lena hums out a whiny sound of discontentment. “That sucks.”

“Yeah but she’s good really, beneath the prickly exterior that is. She doesn’t like being vulnerable.”

“I know the feeling.” Lena whispers.

Kara rests her head on her knees, facing to the side so she’s still facing Lena. “I wish I could have a break from it.”

A confused frown finds its place on Lena’s face, her brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Kara puffs out a shaky breath, unsure of whether or not she should admit this to anyone. “It doesn’t matter.”

Lena tilts her head, deciding if pushing Kara is a good idea or not. “It does, I can see it eating you up.”

“I have to be vulnerable to some extent and I have had to be since I arrived here on Earth, even when I didn’t want to be.”

Lena feels like she hasn’t been anything other than confused since she left Metropolis and it’s especially true when she’s with Kara. The woman is just revelation after revelation and she just makes Lena question and process parts of herself that she hadn’t paid attention to before.

It does bring her a hint of selfish comfort that she has, at least to some extent, the same effect on Kara. “Why?”

“Because it scares people if I’m not. I have all these powers and it unnerves people when they don’t know what I’m thinking. If my heart isn’t on my sleeve people will start to wonder if it’s turned to ice and start questioning my motives. It doesn’t matter how much good I do, people will always think about what I can do if I ever decide to use my powers for anything other than helping people. I’m a threat.”

“A ticking time bomb.”

“Exactly.”

“I can’t say that I know exactly what you’re going through, but I do know what it’s like to have people expecting me to be something I’m not.”

Kara doesn’t break her eye contact with Lena, taking comfort in her soft features and gentle smile. “And I also know what it’s like to have a family that’s done terrible things and what it’s like to try and set yourself apart from them. It’s not easy.”

Lena’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Do you have every kind of trauma there is?”

“I’m sort of just figuring that if I get enough to fill a punch card then I might just get a free coffee or something.”

“I think I might have a couple of punch cards to cash in myself.”

“We can go out for brunch sometime then.”

If only. Lena would love to go out for brunch with Kara but she would much prefer to go out for dinner. It could still happen but Kara hasn’t brought up the kiss they shared yet and she isn’t sure that a conversation like this is the right one to sneak in a chat about how much Lena is crushing on her. “Sounds good.”

“Hey, can you check to see how bad the spread has gotten outside?” Kara breaks her focus, gesturing to her laptop.

Snapping it open and taking a look. it isn’t good. Everything is getting worse out there and without being able to get to her lab to check out the bug, she can’t reverse the effects or start working on shutting them down.

Kara surveys Lena’s face, the little crinkles by her eyes from her furrowed brow and the corners of her mouth are tucked down. That paired with her slumped shoulders tell her exactly what she’d feared. The bugs are still spreading aggression, the city needs them but they can’t help because they’re stuck in here.

It goes without saying too that because there won’t be any Supergirl sightings, she’ll get slammed by the press for not being there for the citizens of the city. People really hate it when she doesn’t show her face. People must really think that she doesn’t have a life of her own, or rather, that she spends her entire day just sitting twiddling her thumbs waiting for someone to save.

It makes her absolutely furious, it’s despicable how she is slandered and treated like a second class citizen after everything she’s done for this city, after everything she’s lost and sacrificed. The people out there being ungrateful douche canoes are the ones that think that they are entitled to her help, that she’s a bad person one day and switch to kissing her ass the next whenever it suits them because they want something.

The rage pools deep in her stomach, sitting uncomfortably against her organs, making her stand and pace the tiny cell she’s trapped in, an animal prowling in its cage.

“Kara, what are you doing?”

She can hear Lena asking her the question but it’s getting drowned out by the ringing in her ears and the uncomfortable stiffness in her jaw from clenching it so hard.

“Kara?”

She needs to get out of here and show those good for nothing people who Supergirl really is, then they’ll see.

Kara slams her hands into the glass as hard as she can, utterly underwhelmed when it doesn’t have so much as a tiny crack, it just holds strong, unbothered by the hit it just took. It does nothing to put out the fire burning inside of Supergirl.

Her fist rears back, her full bodyweight being put behind the incoming strike, her hand hitting the glass with an almighty crack. It’s not the glass that cracks though, it’s Kara’s fingers.

Lena unconsciously pushes herself back up against the wall furthest away from Kara, eyes wide and pitying. She definitely just broke her fingers and yet she just moved right onto slamming her shoulder into the door, trying to force it open.

Kara isn’t reacting to her voice at all so she doesn’t bother to call out again and really hopes that she doesn’t try to force her way out of her cell when it kicks in for her too, the cracking of Kara’s bones will haunt her for a while and the sound made her have to fight back a wave of nausea.

She does her best to just ignore Kara, pinning her eyes on her laptop screen and trying to map out which spots in the city are getting overrun with aggression to see if there’s a way to stop the spread but it seems like the only way they can do that is by finding a way to wipe them out and letting the toxin or whatever it is being injected into people, make its way out of their bodies on its own.

With that in mind Lena videocalls Alex from her laptop to request as many photos of the bugs they have as she can get so she can try and visualize how they are functioning, giving her some insight into how to stop them.

Lena just hopes she can get far enough along with it that maybe Brainy could continue on from where she is forced to stop. For now she feels alright, but that doesn’t mean a lot. Kara went from feeling fine to pounding on the door within just a minute or two so there isn’t going to be much of a warning for her either.

It is a bit strange though that it has affected Kara first though because the bug came from Lena’s leg and then it got Kara after. Lena is dying to dissect that stupid little robotic bug but gets why she can’t, she has to stay here just in case.

Even if she hadn’t gotten infected herself, someone should be down here with Kara and Nia. Kara having now finally settled after twenty minutes of violence against the unfazed glass and is now sitting down glaring at it instead.

Lena smiles giddily when the pictures come through to her laptop, grateful for something to do but apprehensive too, praying that she’ll have enough time to fix this.

If she can, then at least she’ll know that she has earned her place here. She’s so close to feeling like she really belongs here and this could be it.

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