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zegrasdrysdale · 3 months
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[ christmas in michigan ] l. hughes
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day four of malia’s christmas fic marathon
paring : Luke Hughes x jack bsf!reader
summary : (Y/N) is forced to get along with Luke when Jack invites her to the Hughes lake house for Christmas
warning(s) : heavy makeout, some sexual content, some angst
author’s note : i have been wracking my brain to write something for luke and i have been waning to write something angsty for the fic marathon so this is how this came to be. enjoy :)
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The last thing (Y/N) wanted to do was spend Christmas at the lake house because she knew he was going to be there too. Then Jack said that he wanted her there and she can never say no to her best friend.
That's how she ended up sitting on a plane from Newark to Detroit after the Devils game between Jack and Luke. It isn't a very long plane ride but she doesn't like how close Luke is sitting to her. She tries to keep all her attention on Jack and tries to ignore Luke, but sometimes the youngest Hughes makes a comment or two because he can't seem to keep his mouth shut when (Y/N) is around.
It's not that she has something against Luke, but it seems like he does.
When he came to Newark after his Michigan season ended last season, he made his presence very known. Luke would interrupt her and Jack's hangouts or invite himself to things that they were doing. He always had a snarky comment when she was around.
(Y/N) has no idea what she did for Luke to act like this when she's around. She's just his brother's best friend. That's all she's been since Jack was drafted in 2019.
When Luke gets up to use the bathroom, she is relieved that she gets a few moments of peace. Jack decides to disrupt that peace though.
"Can you do me a favor for the next few days?" Jack asks. She knows what's coming but she looks over at her best friend. "Can you try to get along with Luke while we're at the house? I don't like when my best friend and brother fight. Makes me feel like I'm caught in the middle."
"Because you are," she replies. Jack raises his eyebrows with an 'are you kidding me' look on his face. "Fine. You owe me big time. Maybe get your little brother on the same page too. He's the one that has an issue with me. I have nothing against Luke but he has some vendetta against me when I did nothing wrong."
Before Jack can say anything else, Luke sits back down in his aisle seat. "What are we talking about?" he questions as he looks between his older brother and (Y/N).
"Nothing that concerns you," she retorts.
Luke smiles and asks, "Then why did I hear my name come out of your mouth? Miss me that much when I went to pee?"
"In your dreams, Baby Hughes," she replies. (Y/N) knows he hates being called 'Baby Hughes'.
He rolls his eyes and looks at something on his phone. He puts in his AirPods and she feels a sense of peace.
It doesn’t last very long because as soon as the plane lands at a little past one in the morning, Luke practically pushes (Y/N) off the plane.
She can’t wait to go back home to Newark.
Jack slowly drives them to the lake house because of the layer of snow and ice on the ground. (Y/N) fights Luke for the passenger seat and loses. She has to squeeze in the back seat with a bunch of bags and she is not happy at all.
Maybe she does have something against Luke Hughes. It isn’t just because he’s Jack’s annoying younger brother either. Who lets a guest sit in the backseat with three heavily packed bags because the trunk is filled with hockey gear?
Luke. That’s who.
The lake house is dark when Jack, Luke, and (Y/N) pull up. She knows that Jim and Ellen will be getting in later with Quinn since his game just ended a little bit ago. Tonight, it’s just the three of them in this house.
Jack better get his referee shirt out because it’s going to be a long few hours until Quinn, Ellen, and Jim get in.
As predicted, Luke just grabs his things and goes to his room. (Y/N) is stuck with Jack outside in the snow. She sighs and looks at the middle Hughes.
“What is his fucking problem?” (Y/N) mutters under her breath. “He’s ridiculous.”
She pulls her bag out of the car and Jack says, “He does this every time. He grabs his own stuff and leaves us out to dry. Quinn and I don’t like it either but we deal with it.”
With a light sigh, (Y/N) follows Jack into the house. The door closes behind them and the long few days begins.
“So, the guest bedroom is upstairs across from Luke’s room,” Jack tells her. She opens her mouth to object but Jack keeps talking before she gets the chance to. “I’m aware that sucks for you and I’m sorry. I know being here is the last thing you want to do because Luke is here with his stupid vendetta against you but I want my best friend here. If he causes such a problem for you, can you try to ignore him? I don’t want the two of you to fight.”
A frown forms on her face because she can tell how frustrated Jack is getting with the two of them. The last thing she wants is to upset Jack or make him pick sides between his younger brother and best friend.
“I’ll go talk to him when I’m settled, okay?” (Y/N) tells him. “Maybe you can go get food and drinks while I do that just in case a fight breaks out. I don’t want you to get in the middle.”
Jack nods and the frown on her lips is replaced with a smile. (Y/N) walks up the stairs and down the hallway to her temporary bedroom.
A door closes down the hall so she assumes Jack is in his room. Before she can close her door to unpack, she hears Luke’s voice coming from his room. A very curious (Y/N) presses her ear to Luke’s door.
“… what I’m going to do, Rut,” he’s saying when she begins listening in. He probably on the phone and Rutger McGroarty is most likely on the other side of the line. “What am I supposed to do? She has something against me when I want to pin her against something, dude. It's killing me that she's right across the hallway right now and I can't go over there and just fuck her into that mattress.”
Her eyes widen when she realizes that he’s talking about her. Quickly, she retreats across the hall and shuts her door as quietly as she can so she doesn’t alarm Luke to the fact that she heard what he said. She leans against the door with a sigh.
Confusion floods her body. If Luke wants to fuck her then why does he constantly act like she’s this a person when he can just … fuck her? He constantly pushes her away or says something that annoys her.
She isn’t blind. He’s atttactive and she wouldn’t be totally against it. It just never occurred to her that he would want to sleep with her considering the way he acts when she’s around. The way he’d completely cover her since he is so big and she’s so tiny. How he could probably get her to come with just-
A door shutting downstairs brings her out of her head before that thought could get away from her. She blinks a few times when she realizes what she was about to think about. She hears a car pull out of the driveway and watches the lights disappear down the street.
Frustration floods her entire body when she can't understand why Luke keeps acting like this when he feels completely different. She charges across the hallway to get answers.
(Y/N) pounds on Luke’s bedroom door. “Luke Hughes!” she shouts. “Open the door.” She doesn’t care if he’s still on the phone with Rutger.
"I'm on the phone," he calls back.
She pushes open the door and her eyes fall on Luke, who lays on his bed. "You are the most confusing and irritating person I think I have ever met," she spits at him. He looks at her with wide eyes when she bursts into the room. "I mean, why can't you just man up and tell me exactly how you feel instead of treating me like shit whenever you're around me? It's exhausting."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're not quiet when you talk on the phone," she tells him. "I heard you on the phone with Rutger when I came upstairs to unpack." She watches his jaw drop and eyes practically pop out of his head. "Yeah. I heard what you said to him. Something about how you think I have something against you, when I don't by the way. What else did I hear you say? About how you wish you could've come across the hallway and fucked me into the mattress. Yeah. I think that's what I heard."
Luke quickly hangs up the phone and sits up. "Who said I was talking about you?" he questions.
"I'm the only one across the hallway from you, dumbass," she retorts. She runs her fingers through her hair with a deep sigh as soon begins to get out of bed. "If you want to fuck me, then tell me. Be a big boy and put on your big boy pants and-"
As she talks, Luke stomps over and cuts her off by crashing his lips to her in a rough kiss. His hand is on the back of her neck and his fingers curl into her hair so she doesn't go anywhere.
It's a wet and filthy kiss from the beginning, but it catches her off guard so she has to push herself away from him so she can wrap her head around what just happened. She doesn’t get very far because of his hand on the back of her neck.
Fear flashes in Luke's eyes for a split second, but she is so close that she was able to see it. She feels guilty that she pushed him away like that. “If you didn’t want me to do that, I’m sor-”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” she snaps. She takes a sharp breath. “Just give me a second, okay?”
He nods and loosens his grip in her hair so she can back away if she wants. She doesn’t move though.
She stares up at him and thinks about how bad of an idea this would be. Sleeping with her best friend’s younger brother is a terrible idea, especially when Luke has been nothing but rude and annoying toward her.
That just means that no one will probably know what has happened between them.
(Y/N) licks her bottom lip before she gets on her toes to bring their lips together in another hot kiss. Luke seems surprised by this kiss but he does hesitate in returning it.
Her heart races in her chest. This was the last thing she thought would ever happen between them.
The two of them have been at each other’s throats for years. Now they’re kissing like it’s what they’ve wanted to do the entire time.
Maybe it has been the entire time for Luke. She can’t say that she hasn’t had a thought here or there about getting with the youngest Hughes brother. If anything to break the obvious tension between them.
Before she realizes what she’s doing, (Y/N) grasps at the t-shirt Luke is wearing. She pulls him flush against her body and she feels something poke her upper thigh. A small smile forms on her lips.
“You got a hot dog in your pocket or something?” she asks between kisses.
“Shut up,” Luke snaps. “I don’t carry food in my pocket, you asshole.”
“Then you really must’ve wanted me.”
“You have no idea.”
Those words cause her heart to jump in her chest while Luke leans down and picks her up. He’s nearly a foot taller than her so it can’t be very comfortable for him to kiss her. She wraps her legs around his waist.
She attaches her lips to his jaw and carefully kisses the sensitive skin. “You better not leave a mark,” Luke warns her. “I don’t want to explain to my brothers that you turned into a vampire or something.”
To spite him, (Y/N) softly nips at his jaw. Luke turns and drops her on the mattress. She stares up and finds that his swollen lips and wide does just does something for her.
“Get down here, Hughes,” she tells him. “Need you.”
Almost like he was waiting for her to say that, Luke crawls into the bed and hovers over her. Their lips reattach in a filthy kiss that almost causes her to plead for more.
He pulls away and looks down at her. She finds herself chasing his lips. “You’re okay with this?” Luke asks. “I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you or anything.”
“Luke, if you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, I’m going to get out of your bed and go across the hall to do it myself,” she tells him. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
A sly smirk forms on his face and she knows she’s in for it until Jack gets back.
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Three orgasms in less than two hours had to be some kind of record. Her body still shakes as Luke cleans her up. She’s completely spent.
He definitely fucked her like he hated her. She’s worried that she might not be able to walk in the morning. The only reason there wasn’t a fourth orgasm was because she heard Jack pull into the driveway.
“If you need to stay for a few minutes, you can,” Luke tells her. “I can go distract Jack until you leave.”
She nods and Luke begins to get dressed. He throws on the clothes he wore when he got here. Her eyes stay on him for a second before she says, “We need to talk about this, Luke. I don’t want this to turn into a fight that we can’t get past.”
Luke looks over as she sits up and secures the blankets under her arms. The tension has broken between them and she doesn’t want something to form after this.
He comes over to her side of the bed that she’s occupying. It catches her very off guard when he leans down and presses a soft yet chaste kiss to her already swollen lips. She raises her eyebrows and looks up at him. She probably looks very confused.
“Hope that explains how I feel,” he tells her as he stands back up. “We’ll talk about it, but right now you need to get across the hall before Jack catches you naked in my bed. I’m not sure I’m ready to explain this to him. I’m sure you aren’t either.”
She shakes her head. “Come across the hall tonight,” she suggests. “We can talk then, yeah?”
Luke smiles and nods before he leaves her alone. There are footsteps on the stairs and voices coming from the living room. (Y/N) sighs and falls back against the pillow that’s under her head.
It would be a lie if she thought that Luke didn’t rock her entire world for the last two hours. He absolutely did, and she wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again. Maybe not as rough next time.
Very slowly, (Y/N) begins to get dressed. She’s shaky on her legs but she manages to get her clothes in without falling over.
Much to her luck, Jack and Luke are walking down the hallway when she leaves Luke’s room. Jack freezes when he sees her. She forces a smile as she looks between the two Hughes boys. “Hi.”
Jack looks up at his brother. “You hurt her and I will send Nico after you,” he tells Luke. “I swear to God, Luke.”
Her eyes widen and a smile forms on Luke’s lips. Jack definitely put two and two together because of how red Luke’s lips are and the fact that she is walking out of Luke’s room.
Walking is a stretch though. Limping is more like it.
“I’ll never hurt her,” Luke replies. “Again.” He looks at a nervous (Y/N) standing in front of Luke’s room. “I’d kick myself if I ever hurt her.”
The nervousness she was feeling melts away and she smiles.
Christmas in Michigan no longer sounds like the worst thing in the world.
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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 10 months
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Beach Day - Hangman
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Sersin / Wife!Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Referenced Sexual Innuedos/Situations; Three Named Seresin Kids; Wife!Reader is not Named, No Physical Description, No "You" or Y/N
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Summary: Jake and his wife enjoy a beach day with their three kids.
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With the spring heat settling over Miramar, the Seresin family made their way down to the beach. Jake had the day off and intended to spend the full day with his family. Especially because he was probably going to be sent on deployment at some point relatively soon.
The beach was mostly full of surfboarders and a few small groups, so the Seresin family had their pick of the patches of sand. And unsurprisingly, little JJ—Javier Jacob—Seresin, the eldest of the Seresin bunch, marched ahead of his parents, leading his way through the sand to a spot of his choice.
“Right here?” Jake asked JJ after he tossed his toys down on a patch of sand.
“Yeah,” JJ agreed, pointing at the sand. He tossed his toys on the ground, claiming the area for the Seresin family. JJ barely let his parents set down their bags and get his siblings in order before he turned to the waves. "Can we go to the water?”
“Not without me,” Jake stated firmly, leaving no room for argument. “Remember, you can’t go into the water without Mommy or Daddy.”
“And you need some sunscreen too,” Jake’s wife called, pulling out the sunscreen. “Come here, JJ.”
JJ pouted a bit, but he eventually trotted over to his mom, who was in the middle of applying sunblock to his little brother, Charlie, who was far less antsy than JJ to get to the water. Charlie was by far the most cautious of the Seresin siblings, taking after his mom more. JJ, on the other hand, dove into everything head first.
And that was why Jake wasn’t going to let him anywhere near the water without supervision.
Once Charlie and JJ had their sunblock on, Jake turned to his wife and held out the tub of sunscreen. Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, he turned around for her.
“Don’t be afraid to really get in there, Mrs. Seresin.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure I cover every inch, Mr. Seresin.”
And, well, Jake’s wife wasn’t going to complain about getting to touch her husband. Even if they had to be a bit subdued because of the publicity and children present. Three kids definitely took their toll on their own shared intimacy, so they managed to morph into horny teenagers whenever they could actually get their hands on each other.
Once she covered his back in a layer of sunscreen, Jake turned around for her to get his chest. He could have easily done it himself, but neither of the two of them were complaining. Locking eyes, Jake’s wife bit her lip to fight a smirk as she teased the patch of skin right above his swim trunks.
“Careful, Mrs. Seresin. There are little eyes around,” Jake replied, as if he wasn’t leaning into her touch. He leaned down and rested his forehead against her own. “But there won’t be later.”
“All set,” Jake’s wife stated, giving him a love pat on his ass. “You’re dismissed, boys.”
Jake snuck a kiss from his wife before bending down to help his two sons with their puddle jumpers. With both boys safe in their floatation gear, Jake scooped Charlie up and into his arms and took JJ by the hand to lead him down to the waves.
“Call if you need anything,” Jake replied, glancing over at the still sleeping baby.
“We’ll be fine. Have fun, babies!” Jake’s wife cooed to her sons. “Be good for Daddy!”
“We will!”
“Don’t feel obligated to follow your own advice,” Jake winked, earning a look from his wife.
“Shoo,” she laughed, waving her hand. “Go to the water. Or JJ’s going to run away from you.”
Jake headed down to the water while his wife took shelter in the shade of the small umbrella that Jake set up when they arrived. Baby Evelyn Seresin was peacefully sleeping in her carrier. Jake once remarked that Evelyn could sleep through just about anything and it looked like she was keeping up that streak. Settling into her chair, Jake’s wife turned to the water to watch her boys.
JJ was running around in the waves, giggling and screaming as he kicked at the water. Charlie was still on his dad’s hip, staring at the water with clear distrust. Jake was obviously trying to encourage him to touch the water, but he wasn’t successful. Reading her book for a bit, Jake’s wife suddenly looked up when her daughter stirred. She picked her daughter up and into her arms to settle her.
“I know, I know,” Jake’s wife cooed, patting her daughter’s back. “Come on, let’s go see your brothers and your dad, huh?”
Slowly getting up from her chair, Jake’s wife made her way down to the waves with her baby resting against her chest. Evelyn was only a few months old, but it took absolutely no time whatsoever for her to get the three Seresin boys completely and utterly wrapped around her dainty little finger.
“Hey, look who woke up,” Jake called when he spotted his girls. He leaned over to press a kiss to his wife’s lips and then his daughter’s head. “Want to go for a little dip, Evie?”
With practiced maneuvers, Jake took Evelyn while his wife took Charlie into her arms—the Daddy’s Girl and Mama’s Boy. Charlie happily clutched onto his mom, who he knew wouldn’t force him to touch the cold, dark waves. And Evie picked up her head just a bit to blink at her dad.
“Hi, Princess. How’re you feeling?” Jake cooed, rubbing her back.
While his wife turned to entertain JJ, Jake carefully squatted down as the waves trickled up again. He kept a solid grip on his daughter, but lowered her little feet down to the water. Evelyn let out a noise when the water brushed against her toes, but she didn’t cry or complain. And when she started to kick at the water, Jake couldn’t help but laugh.
“There you go, baby girl. Look at you! You’re going to be a swimmer, I know it,” Jake praised his daughter, pressing a set of kisses to her head.
When the sun drew higher in the sky and the beach started to grow full, the Seresin family made their way home for lunch and nap time. Working as a team, Jake and his wife got all three kids cleaned up, fed lunch, and down for their naps.
“Are the boys asleep?” Jake whispered to his wife as he stepped out of the nursery.
“They knocked out the second that their heads touched their pillows,” she mused, chuckling lightly. “I think that we tired them out. What about Evie?”
“She’s sound asleep,” Jake reported, closing the door carefully.
“I think that we have some time,” Jake’s wife stated suggestively, smiling at her husband.
“Lead the way, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake replied, matching his wife’s smile.
Grabbing each other’s hand, the Seresins hurried down the hallway to their shared bedroom. A quick joint shower and change of clothes later, the sound of snoring echoed down the hallway. Jake laid on his back with his wife curled up onto his chest and the both of them absolutely passed out.
Maybe younger versions of themselves would have wanted to spend every second of their free time catching up on their limited intimacy. But for now, a shower quickie would suffice. They had more hours of sleep to catch up on than anything else, after all.  
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sorchathered · 2 months
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The Stakes are High, but this love is ours.
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Pairing- Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader
Warnings - Language, Sexual themes
Summary - There’s a new analyst in town, no one can seem to get a read on her. What’s she hiding, and what do they have to do with Hangman?
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It’s been such a weird week. Everybody’s been stressed to the limit over the mission coming up, but then adding a new analyst to the fray just a few weeks before it begins throws a wrench into the dynamic. There’s nothing wrong with her, insanely beautiful in that southern belle kind of way, smart as a whip and quick with a comeback. She was definitely a good fit for this mission, where others in her field had been struggling to get the plans in order you’d found a solution almost instantly, making everyone breathe a little easier as they geared up for what was sure to be a rough one.
But Phoenix can’t help but notice something is off, Y/N won’t go out with the crew after work, and has somehow got North Island’s resident Ken doll so flustered he can’t seem to do anything but mope like a kicked puppy. He’s always been friendly, never interested in taking a girl home at night like Bradshaw or some of the other guys, so she always just chalked it up to him having someone back home. Normally she’d enjoy watching him verbally go toe to toe with someone and get his ass handed to him but honestly this was just sad. Lieutenant L/N was ruthless, no matter how much game Hangman had, she shot him down with a look and sent him on his way with his tail between his legs.
Today was no different, Mav decided another game of dog fight football would be good for morale and the two of you had been dancing around each other all day, an almost annoying amount of sexual tension was in the air and it was starting to get ridiculous.
Jogging back up to your beach chair to get some water, you realized Natasha was hot on your heels.
“Hey girl, need a drink? What’s up”
Phoenix knew she didn’t know the girl well but screw it, it couldn’t hurt to give a little push could it?
“You and Hangman need to just fuck and get this over with Y/N, poor guy might explode if you don’t just admit you like him too.”
You spray the water that you had just gulped into the sand, gasping for air and looking at her like she’d just grown three heads.
“I- what?!” You spluttered, you knew Phoenix wasn’t exactly subtle but Jesus.
“You guys have been doing this dance for weeks and I’m sure it’s been fun, trust me it’s always a blast to watch Seresin get knocked down a peg but the poor guy is so goo goo for you and you know you have him totally wrapped. He’s hot, you’re hot and you obviously like each other so just throw him a bone, might be fun!”
She throws her head back and laughs, clapping you on the shoulder before running back towards the guys leaving you bewildered in her wake.
Had it been that obvious that the two of you were into each other? Jake was a flirt for sure, just part of who he was but you definitely thought you’d been more discreet.
Hours go by and as the sun goes down everyone begins to pack it up, most of them heading to the Hard Deck for drinks or back home. You lingered a little in the parking lot letting everyone leave before you made your way to your car. Just as you are done throwing on your shorts and packing up your trunk you feel a pair of strong arms around your waist and relax into his touch. There he is, Jake Seresin, not his larger than life Hangman persona, just your Jake.
He leans in to press kisses to your neck, getting a little braver and handsy now that the lot is empty of his squad.
“You looked hot as hell today sugar, do you have any idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you when you look this good?” Running his hands up and down your sides you sigh and melt into him. He’s fully enveloped your senses now, makes it almost impossible to come up with a coherent thought that doesn’t include jumping his bones right here.
“I-well- you can’t always be the prettiest one in this relationship princess” you say, turning in his arms to face him and giving him the sloppiest lovedrunk look, it’s almost embarrassing how he renders you stupid even now.
He barks out a laugh and peppers kisses all over your cheeks, basking in the ability to just be Jake and Y/N after having to keep up the act at work.
“Soooo about that, we are gonna have to tell people soon baby, Phoenix corned me earlier and told me I should take pity on you and just take you to bed” you erupt in giggles at the look on his face, he ranges from shocked to embarrassed in a matter of seconds, pulling back a little to rub his hand over his face.
“Shit, and here I thought we were being subtle, but I guess having to stare at my wife at work all day and not being allowed to touch her like I want is making my self control non existent.” He looks at you sheepishly, it’s honorable at the effort he puts in to keep your relationship safe from the prying eyes of the navy, even though all he really wants is to be out in the open.
“We can always just drop the facade Jake, I know you try to keep it quiet for my sake and I know it’s been difficult. Trust me I find it harder and harder every day to keep work and home separate, especially seeing you in your flight suit every day.” You comically wiggle your eyebrows at him and smack his ass but he just shakes his head, knowing you’re trying to break the tension. You sigh and press a kiss to his cheek, “If it’s this hard for both of us to keep it a secret I can just lay it all out for the team. Honestly, you might as well let someone other than Javy know that the Hangman has a soul.”
He just laughs, he’s always wanted to protect your career, knows it’s hard enough as a woman in a military setting but being married to one of the best naval aviators in the country and also trying to make your own name in your field just makes it harder. Someone inevitably makes a comment about how you got where you are because of Jake and then you have to beg him to keep his nose clean, it was just easier when you were asked to consult on this mission for Top Gun (a super prestigious honor in itself), if you came to Fightertown as Y/N L/N, not Mrs. Jake Seresin.
“If you’re ready to take the leap baby you know I’ll follow your lead. I just want you to know how important you are to me no matter what you decide.”
You could swoon over this man, he never ceases to be full of love and support even when you know keeping your relationship private is a strain on him. Looking up at him with a big grin you lean in and kiss him.
“Come on lover, let’s get you home so I can fuck your brains out and get your head back in the game for this mission. Your poor team might go insane if they have to watch me fake hate you for one more minute” he follows you to your door, spinning you around to cage you in and initiate a kiss that quickly borders inappropriate before you smack at his chest and say something along the lines of keep it in your pants until we get home cowboy.
You hear him give a disgruntled comment as he heads to his side of the car after shutting your door, “I mean I think it’s hot, the whole pretending to hate me thing, kind of like role playing” and you cackle at how ridiculous he is, just as much of a horn dog for you as he was when you finally started dating near the end of his first big mission almost 5 years ago.
Back then he had just gotten his callsign, everyone thought he was a big bad asshole with a God complex but with you he was just your Jake. His mama had taught him to be nothing less than the perfect gentleman and he had you hooked by the end of your first date, unashamedly telling you after kissing you that he could do that for the rest of his life. Needless to say it didn’t take long before you had a ring on your finger, so wrapped up in love Javy calling you both vomit inducing on more than one occasion.
Monday comes all too soon, the mission now a week out, you’d spent the weekend effectively relaxing your husband by taking him apart bit by bit until he was fully back to his normal self. After breakfast that may or may not have resulted in you bent over the kitchen counter you finally pull into the parking lot with time to spare by Jake’s truck. Peeking around to see if anyone is looking you lean up to kiss him, grabbing a handful of his ass in his flight suit quickly dodging him and laughing before he can really get his hands on you.
“I’ll see you for dinner!” He says shaking his head and you wave wildly at him rushing through the hangar door.
What you don’t see is a gobsmacked Baby Bob Floyd parked on the other side of the lot, fumbling with his phone as he whispers “Omg wait until Phoenix hears this.”
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roseofdarknessblog · 4 months
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Long way ahead (Postwar!Levi Ackerman x Reader)
Word count: 3 160
Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes
Summary: After years of fear, pain, and fighting, you and Levi finally have the family both of you always dreamed about.
This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: Learn to live again
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Long way ahead
The day was beautiful, and the weather almost too perfect. The sky was clear and the sun was shining down on you. On all the Scouts, who once again found themselves outside the Walls in Titan territory. It was supposed to be a so-called training mission.
Everybody was meant to survive and come back home.
It was all going so well. Just until it wasn't. Just until the Female Titan showed up and brought death and destruction with her. In one moment, you were all trying to protect Eren. Petra was right next to you and Eld right in front of you. Oluo and Gunther to your left and behind you. And in the middle, between all of you, was Eren.
You all changed the formation multiple times, just like you were taught. Everybody was as aware of their surroundings as possible. Nobody wanted to die.
Despite that, they were all gone in a blink of an eye. Your squadmates were brutally murdered right before your eyes. Just seconds before the Female Titan threw you against the tree as well.
You didn't even have time to scream out. When your body collided with the tree trunk, pain took your ability to speak and breathe. It felt as if all of your bones broke at the same moment. Shooting out at least one of the hooks of your ODM gear was impossible. You were barely conscious after you hit the tree.
You didn't even notice your body falling. Only when you hit the ground and the air was knocked out of your lungs once again. You didn't even know how, but one of your blades, which was in your hands just seconds ago, went into your left thigh. Hot blood was spilling out of your wound, turning your white pants dark red.
You've never felt pain like that before. Never in your life. Every fiber of your being felt like on fire. Breathing was unbelievably hard. Even the shaking of the ground beneath you, as the Female Titan continued running made you feel immense pain.
What happened to Eren?
Where was he?
You and the others were supposed to protect him. He was humanity's chance to defeat the Titans.
Eren had to survive at any cost.
Eren...
A simple blink was all it took for the scenery around you to change. Suddenly, you weren't in the forest anymore. When you looked up, you saw the sky once again. And Levi with Hange. They were kneeling beside you, both of them looking at you with so much worry in their eyes. Levi... his features were unrecognizable under all the fear. His face was completely pale, his lips pressed into a thin line.
You've never seen him this scared. Never before. And probably never after.
„Don't you dare!“ he hissed through gritted teeth, his hand gently stroking strands of hair away from your face. „I don't want to be alone again,“ Levi whispered, making sure nobody heard him. Except Hange, who was trying to slow down the bleeding from the wound on your thigh.
„Sorry...“ you got out, almost choking on the blood you suddenly needed to spit out from your mouth. Levi swiftly turned you on your side to help, making you cry out in pain so loud even your own ears hurt.
Levi leaned closer to you, rubbing your back while you were coughing and spitting out blood onto the ground in front of you. „I'm taking you back home and when you'll be able to walk again, we're getting married,“ he whispered, not caring if Hange heard what he said.
You were barely able to stay conscious and make out what he was saying. Keeping your eyes open was too tiring, too painful. Everything hurt so much, even the feeling of the wind on your cheeks. Despite that, you found Levi's hand and gave him a small nod.
When Hange moved a little, their body shielding you from the rest of the Scouts, Levi bent down even closer and pressed his lips to your temple. You smiled at him ever so slightly, feeling your eyes closing against your will.
His beautiful face was the last thing you saw. His silky black hair and stormy blue-grey eyes. The way he was looking at you as if he was trying to engrave the picture of your face into his brain.
After your eyes opened again, you were back inside the Walls. Lying on a wagon right next to Eren. Your hand was shaking when you reached out towards him. But before you could touch his shoulder, Eren looked in your direction with eyes full of tears. You didn't understand why he was crying but you were simply too weak to ask.
And just like that, he was gone when you blinked. You woke up somewhere else once again – on the skeletal back of the Founding Titan, that was headed straight at Fort Salta. Many different variations of the Nine Titans were all around you. Your comrades were fighting against them.
Just when you heard someone call your name in the distance, a familiar crying noise stole your attention. You weren't in pain anymore, but standing up and actually walking was somehow still not possible. All you could do was look around and search for where the crying was coming from.
It sounded like... like a baby.
„Y/N!“ someone called your name once again. However, all you were able to care about, was the baby. Where was it? And why? Why did somebody bring a baby to a place like this? „Y/N!“
You looked over your shoulder once again, finally finding the crying little human. A black-haired baby in a pastel yellow blanket with sunflowers was in the arms of a blonde girl. She couldn't be much older than ten or eleven. Around her stood a bunch of Titans you've never seen in your life. Three different versions of the War Hammer, one Jaw Titan, and something that was supposed to represent the Beast Titan.
The baby in her arms was... yours.
When you wanted to say something, talk to the girl... to Ymir... you couldn't get a word out. You couldn't scream when she started walking away, taking your daughter with her and commanding the Titans to finish you off.
You couldn't draw your blades, because you suddenly didn't have them. Nor your ODM gear. All you could do was scream after Ymir even if no sound came out of your mouth. You screamed and screamed until your lungs felt like on fire and until the Titans got to you.
At that moment, you finally woke up. Gasping for air, you sat up and looked around yourself, almost immediately hearing the soft cries of a newborn baby. In the dim light of your bedroom, Levi was sitting on his side of the bed, looking at you with concern written all over his face.
„I tried waking you up but...“ he shook his head, looking down at the little black-haired baby wrapped in a pastel yellow blanket with sunflowers. „Wanna talk about it?“
„No... no, better not,“ you got out, trying to slow down your breathing. Your whole body was trembling from the still to realistic nightmare, as you moved closer to Levi and looked at your daughter. „She's hungry again?“
„Probably. I changed her diaper and tried rocking her back to sleep but it seems like she needs you,“ Levi said, his expression softening immediately as his lips pressed a loving kiss to the baby's forehead.
„Okay, fine. I'll feed her, you can go back to sleep.“
He shook his head, waiting for you to make yourself more comfortable. Only then did he carefully hand you the tiny, not even two-week-old newborn baby. Such an ordinary thing helped you calm down completely and return to reality. The weight and warmth of your baby in your arms and against your chest.
She was here – safe and alive. With you and Levi, her parents.
No Titans.
No Founder Ymir.
Nothing and nobody from your previous life, only you three.
„I'll stay up with the two of you,“ Levi said and kissed your forehead as well.
So while you nursed the baby, Levi kept you company. Even if he only sat there in silence, listening to the soft whispers addressed to your daughter in a hushed and sweet voice. Upon seeing her and Levi, all remains of the nightmare disappeared.
Nothing was real... not anymore.
Titans were gone and you survived.
When Levi's squad died because of Annie, you did not. You became the only survivor of that encounter, even if you made it out alive by a whisker. But you did. It took months until you recovered but... you did.
And now nothing from those times was real anymore. All of those memories were just... well, just memories. Nothing more and nothing less. They happened, they shaped you into the person you were today, but that was it. They no longer had the right to control your life.
„I can't even remember the last time I had such a horrible nightmare,“ you said after a long moment of silence when your daughter was finally fed and seemed satisfied once again. Resting in your arms, she kept looking up at you with her stormy blue-grey eyes. So similar to Levi's. „I don't know why it happened now, what could have triggered it.“
„Don't think that's important,“ Levi said, leaning closer to you. He very gently took the baby's hand, caressing her little fingers.
„She's the only thing that matters now.“
„Exactly,“ he agreed, looking at her with so much love and adoration. She was barely two weeks old but had her father wrapped around her finger.
Levi would do anything for his precious daughter, that was more than certain from the very first moment he saw her. All of his doubts about him not being a good enough father were pushed aside when he held her in his arms for the very first time. You were still in pain and just so exhausted from birth itself, but you remembered that moment very clearly. He was so spooked out, not sure how to hold a couple of minutes old baby. He was scared of unintentionally hurting her somehow. But at the same moment, his eyes were full of pure love and tears. And he didn't even try to hide them. It didn't matter that the hospital staff or you would see him shed a couple of tears. All that mattered in that moment, was the baby in his arms.
His baby.
The baby both of you waited so long for.
She was finally here and she was even more perfect than you dared to dream during your pregnancy.
Looking back, giving birth was the hardest thing you've ever done. From all the things you had to go through since you were born in the Underground, bringing your daughter into the world was the most incredible, but also the most painful and brutal thing that you've experienced.
Despite that... all the difficult days throughout your pregnancy and birth, she was more than worth it.
Seeing Levi become a father was for sure the most beautiful thing you could have experienced. Once Humanity's Strongest was all soft and loving towards the tiny little human he and you created. You knew he had a soft spot for kids, it was very obvious from his actions throughout the years.
But finally seeing him with his own child was something completely different. Hearing him talk to her, seeing him hold her for hours every day... It was so obvious that he never wanted to put her down. He was close to her at all times, always watching out if she needed anything. Even the softest little cry from her made Levi come over and check if everything was okay.
He was totally in love with her.
„It doesn't seem she wants to sleep,“ Levi said, while you leaned against him to rest your aching body a little. You were still slowly recovering and getting used to being a mother. And every day it was getting better and better, easier and more natural.
„Staring at her parents in the middle of the night is probably much more fun. Am I right, darling?“ you asked the baby, smiling at her lovingly.
„Just when I finally learned how to sleep through the night, somebody had to ruin it,“ Levi smirked, furrowing his brows at the baby accusingly. You chuckled quietly and kissed the top of her head, which was full of silky black hair. The Ackerman genes truly were strong. „I'll have to open the tea shop next week again.“
„Yeah, you should. I'm sure people will understand why we closed down for a little while but...“ you shrugged, giving your husband an innocent little smile.
For the past few weeks, there was a piece of paper taped to the door of your tea shop. It was the easiest way how to inform your customers, that you'll be back shortly. This time with a brand new little helper.
Since Levi wanted to help you as much as possible, he decided to close the tea shop shortly before you gave birth. The last few days were probably the hardest ones, so Levi decided to stay close and watch over you. It was nice, you welcomed his presence and the overall calmness of those days before your lives changed forever. You really got the chance to soak up all the last bits of your marriage while it was still just the two of you.
During your entire pregnancy, he tried to be by your side as much as possible, to ensure that you were doing okay. He never said it out loud, but he was terrified that something might happen to you or the baby. He was scared of losing the family he wanted for so many years.
The birth was long, chaotic, painful, and messy. It didn't go the way you hoped it would. Despite that, Levi never left your side. Not even for a single second. He held your hand, helped you breathe through every contraction, and kept reminding you how amazingly you were doing. He kept your mind busy, far away from fear or anxiety, and replaced them with nothing but pure love.
„When are we going to tell the others that we had a baby?“ you asked, watching your daughter trying to grab onto Levi's finger. It was obvious that she wasn't sleepy at all and all of you were due for a long night.
Falco, Gabi, Yelena, and Onyankopon were the only ones, who knew about your daughter. Only because they lived closest to you. Armin and Connie last came for a visit when you were five months pregnant. Because you were still barely showing, it was easy to hide your belly under certain pieces of clothing. Since then, you haven't seen any of your friends and only kept in touch by writing letters.
Keeping your pregnancy private gave you and Levi a strange feeling of peace, you truly wouldn't trade for anything.
„We'll let them know soon enough,“ Levi said, resting his head against yours.
„I know we don't have anywhere to hurry, but I'd like them to finally meet each other. In a way, they're like family to us, too.“
„They are,“ he agreed almost immediately.
After a little talk, you both agreed that you'd invite all of them for a visit in a week or two. For now, staying in your own little happy bubble was all you wanted and needed. You both knew, that your baby won't be this small ever again. So soaking up every single moment was very important.
„I love this. All of this,“ Levi whispered in a calm relaxed tone, kissing your temple while he took the baby from your arms. He very carefully snuggled her against his chest, stroking her back.
„Does being a father feel like you thought it would?“
„It's even better if I'm being honest,“ he smirked, smoothing the baby's hair down on the back of her head. „But sometimes I still don't get how we got here.“
„What do you mean?“
„You were barely seventeen when Furlan brought you home for the first time.“
„When he begged you not to kick me out,“ you teased him, laughing quietly at the old memory of your life in the Underground.
To your surprise, Levi chuckled himself, also thinking about how your very first meeting went. How you knelt in front of him because your injured ankle hurt so badly you weren't able to stand. Blood was dripping from your nose and your knuckles were all busted open from your sad little attempt to beat up the men who were hurting you. When you and Levi first met, you were a complete mess and if it wasn't for him and Furlan, you wouldn't last much longer. But they took you in and made you a part of their gang.
Many months later Isabel joined the three of you. At that moment you felt like your new family was finally complete.
And the rest... the rest is history. A collection of happy, sad, and painful memories.
„We've come such a long way since those days,“ Levi said, both of you watching your baby peacefully resting against Levi's chest. It didn't seem like she was missing something in that moment. The presence of her parents gave her the most important things – safety and love.
„And now we have an even longer one ahead of us,“ you added, leaning closer and finding Levi's lips in a sweet long kiss. It didn't matter how many times in your life you've kissed him. Every single time your lips touched, it felt like the purest magic. Even after so many years, you were head over heels for him. „And we'll walk down that road together.“
„Together,“ Levi agreed, his lips lingering close to yours for a moment before he kissed you again. Slowly and with so much love, it almost took your breath away. He never was a many of many words, because his actions always spoke louder.
„I'm glad we had to wait so long for her. At least she now gets to grow up in a much safer world than we did. She'll never know the pain and fear we had to go through.“
Levi opened his mouth to say something but eventually didn't. Instead, he closed his eyes and rested his head against yours. The baby in his arms made a few sweet noises when you rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head.
After Levi started humming a familiar melody quietly, her eyes slowly started to close. And yours as well.
Everything was okay.
Everything was finally as you always wished it would be.
Just you, Levi, and the purest outcome of your love, safely living in love and harmony.
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14 days til' Christmas
going to your daughter's hockey game and running into singleparent!miguel o'hara ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
25 days til' Christmas ← previous part
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You watched as your daughter Mari waved goodbye to Gabi through the window. "I really liked playing Legos with Gabi, it's so much more fun with a friend," your daughter explained.
"That's so true when I was your age I used to love playing Legos with my little brother. We would build the sets together and play for hours," you said thinking back to the moments that you spent with your best friend in your childhood home.
You quickly ushered Mari back into the house not wanting her to catch a cold. "Mari! Get your overnight bag I packed for you and come downstairs your dad's going to be here soon!" you called out to her.
"Okayy!" she called back. You heard her little footsteps echoing above your head.
Soon enough she rushed down the stairs with her duffel and you handed her all of her gear. "Thanks, mama," Mari said as she motioned for you to bring your face closer to hers so she could kiss you on the cheek.
Just then you heard a knock on the door and realized you left the gifts that Mari had gotten for her dad under the tree. You opened the door for her dad and quickly rushed to stuff the gifts in her duffel(Mari wanted it to be a surprise).
"Hey Rafael, come in just packing one last thing," you called out.
You heard him greet Mari followed by her laughter. "Alright don't be too long," he called back, tickling her some more.
"Sorry about that, I almost forgot her favorite stuffed animal," you lied as you handed him her bag.
"It's fine I've gotten used to you never being prepared," he said as took Mari's hand.
"Not in front of her, we said we wouldn't do this in front of her," you muttered as you crossed your arms glaring up at him.
"What? I can't tell the truth? I don't even know why I only have weekend custody, look at this place! There are Legos all over the floor!" he said pointing at the mess.
"Ay dios mío[Oh my god], Rafael! You're scaring her," you said pointing your hand towards Mari working hard to keep your tone in check, unlike her father.
"I'm scaring her? You're putting her in danger by letting her play with such small toys, she might step on them," he said, keeping his tone down after realizing that Mari was starting to get upset.
"Danger? The only danger is you coming into my home and trying to instigate some kind of fight to make me look like the 'bad guy' in front of my own daughter. Mari is nine years old, she knows not to put Legos in her mouth, and she's not blind, she can look where she's walking," you said as you ran a frustrated hand through your hair.
"Okay, but were you even supervising to make sure she was okay?" he said, trying to find some kind of fault in your parenting skills.
"¿Eres estúpido?[Are you stupid?], Of course, I was. Miguel and I were watching our daughters play with Legos," you said as you simply guided him out of your house.
"¿Quién es ese cabrón?[Who is that fucker?]," he asked as he put Mari's stuff into the trunk.
"None of your business, don't forget to make time for Mari's game tomorrow, ¿Vale?[Okay?]," you said as you gave Mari a hug and a kiss on her forehead.
"I'm sorry, me and your dad always fight all the time. I'll make it up to sweetheart, I promise," you whispered as you gave her one last parting kiss before she got in the car.
"Okay, I have a Hockey game tomorrow. Can I go now?" he sighed.
You rolled your eyes making sure Mari could hear you even though you knew she couldn't really understand, "Vete a la mierda[fuck you/fuck off],"
You slammed your door and texted him, 'If you forget to take her to her game like last time, I'll never forgive you'
You hated that you had to say goodbye to Mari every weekend and not see her for days. But you could sympathize with her father because he didn't get to see her on the weekdays.
You couldn't help but shake the feeling that Rafael wasn't as committed to parenting as he was before meeting his girlfriend. You could give two shits if he had started dating just months after your divorce but his girlfriend didn't seem too interested in Mari. On top of that Mari could recount multiple times when she would be dropped off at his neighbors because his girlfriend wanted alone time.
You weren't going to let the toxic thoughts plague you any longer and you allowed yourself to rest and go to sleep.
. . .
The next day was very relaxing. You were able to do some deep cleaning for the winter and since you work on your own hours you popped in and out of shifts and did some grocery shopping.
Once work was finally over and you finished eating an early dinner you checked your watch. Rafael was probably dropping Mari off for her game. She had to be there two hours in advance to prepare herself and warm up.
You had called her and her father in the morning and she seemed very excited about her game. You took your time getting dressed and doing your hair to go to her game. You know you were just going to end up bringing your look because of how passionate of a sports watcher you were.
It didn't matter what sport it was, you were going to scream whenever a player messed up and cheer on the team you thought was going to win if you didn't already have a favorite. To make matters even worse you had a tendency to eat like a pig when you watched sports.
That's probably why none of the single dads approached you at games. You went crazy when it came to being a supportive parent for your daughter.
Just as you were about to make some snacks for Mari's teammates for the end of the game someone was blowing up your phone. Rafael was blowing up your phone.
You picked up his call and put it on speaker as you prepared each teammate's bag. "What is it, Rafe?" you sighed.
"Heyy, mama listen, I don't want you to get upset, but Angela had to go out because she's not feeling well, and I completely forgot about dropping Mari off," Rafael explained in a hushed tone.
"¡¿Qué?!" you gasped hoping that it was just some sick prank.
"Please don't get mad, I'm sorry but it's an emergency. Mari is at Peter's house," he said.
"Seriously? Rafael, I knew you would choose her over your own daughter again. Wasn't feeling well? Just take Advil seriously, is she a child?" you yelled.
"Look I'm sorry I really am-" he started.
"No no, don't apologize to me. Apologize to Mari when you see her after her game," you said as you abandoned the snacks and put your coat on getting your bag and keys.
"Well, I can't make it to her game... Angelica is going to want to eat somewhere and she's vegetarian, she can't have the food at the stadium," Rafael explained.
"You gotta be shitting me. No. For Mari, find a way to at least make it to the end, or else," you threatened
"Or else what?" he instigated.
"Or else I have my lawyer ready. I have so many instances where you neglected our daughter and I can easily take full custody. Seriously, why pick her up just to take her to Peter's house?" you asked. You really didn't want to threaten full custody but he needed that push.
It may have just been a hockey game from anyone looking at the situation from the outside but it's about being there. Being present. I would’ve wanted both my parents present. You thought to yourself. It already hurt enough knowing Mari is different from others in her class and her parents aren't in love anymore. The least we could both do is be there for her.
All you heard was silence on the other lie so you hung up and got into your car. You definitely obeyed all speed limits and most definitely didn't run a red light or two 'on accident' just to get to Mari quickly.
You practically ran up the stairs to the apartment right next to Rafe's. You knocked on Peter's door fidgeting hoping your daughter wasn't upset and she wasn't posing on his evening.
"Hey, squirt!" Peter said as he opened the door greeting you Mayday in his arms obviously wanting to cry.
"Hey Peter, listen I'm sorry about Rafe," you started.
"It's fine, it's always a pleasure having Mari over. I would’ve taken her to her game but Mayday here isn't too fond of the cold," he explained.
Just then you heard Mari run to the door and give you a hug. "Hi mija[darling]," you said as you got on your knees to hug her back.
"Mommy I'm late!" Mari said with tears in her eyes.
"I know and Papa's really sorry but I'm going to get you there in time. Trust me," you assured as you quickly got all her gear and her bags.
"Do you need help with all that?" Peter asked.
"I got it!" you called down as speeded down the stairs.
Mari followed giggling cheering you on.
Once everything was in the trunk and all seatbelts were on, you drove to the Hockey rink. You weren't really speeding because you had your baby on board and you wouldn't allow her to witness your road rage. Well maybe.
You were doing a really good job keeping the yelling in check but there was a car pulling into the rink going at painfully slow speed. You honk your horn at them before driving over the grass patches to overtake them, flipping them off and yelling, "Do you even know how to drive?!"
You swerved right into a parking seat and hopped out of your car, opening the trunk and giving Mari all her stuff telling her to run into the auditorium and get her gear on.
She wasn't on time for the team stretch or for the team dinner but she was right on time for warmups. You already texted her coach about her situation. You were so lucky that he was so understanding.
You were just about to go into the auditorium before taking a look at your terrible parking job before just leaving it and walking in.
You got yourself some snacks and took your seat. Your eyes immediately scanned the ice for your little girl. There you saw her warming up. She was number 23 and she looked ecstatic. A lot more excited than she looked before any other game. That's weird. Is her father here for the first time in forever? You asked yourself to look around to see if he was sitting anywhere.
When you finally looked to your left you saw none other than Miguel?! "Oh my god, hi, what are you doing here?!" you asked as you waved and motioned for him to take a seat next to you.
"Well, my daughter's playing today. On the opposing team," he said as he took his seat.
"Well, then I guess we're rivals today. Best of luck to your daughter though," you said as you looked down and waved at your daughter.
"Best of luck to your daughter too. I hope she's not a crier 'cause her team is about to get crushed," he said.
"Really? So it's like that? You're on Miguel O'Hara. This is war," you quipped.
The two of you laughed at your stupid parental rivalry over your daughters' sports.
"You won't believe what happened when I was pulling in. I take it we were both running late but when I was entering the stadium, there was a car on the way and they were driving as slow as a grandma. I flipped someone off in front of my daughter for the first time. I swear when I find them I'm gonna.... do something bad that will make them regret it," you said, unable to think of a good threat.
Miguel laughed and shook his head before saying, "I'm pretty sure that was me," he chuckled.
Your mouth hung open in shock at his revelation. "And for the record, I do know how to drive," he said before sipping his hot cocoa.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry I didn't mean that. I speed all the time and have terrible road rage issues," you said, placing an apologetic hand on his shoulder.
"I thought you were going to do something bad to me that would make me regret it," he teased.
God, this guy knows what he's doing. With that naturally erotic voice of his. You thought to yourself as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks.
"Well, I'm very forgiving so I'll let you off easy just this once," you said, turning away from him, hiding your flustered expression from him.
Just then, the lights in the stadium began to dim and the game started. The two of you immediately entered sports spectator mode leaning forward and watching your daughters play.
The two of you occasionally yelled when there was a good play and whenever one of your daughters had the puck. Their positions were immediately rival to one another so whenever they were going against each other the two of them went insane.
It was nice to know that there was a parent who was just as crazy about his daughter as you were. The two teams were keeping up with each other pretty well; the score was 3 - 3. There was only one minute left and both teams were doing everything they could.
Luckily Mari's team was working on a fake pass. They weren't going to try it originally but you saw Mari make the hand motion to her team mate and she faked the pass well leaving open space for her to go up the goalpost and shoot with all her might.
Gabi was on her tail but she ended up making it. The stadium erupted with cheers for the team and they all hugged. After Mari celebrated with her team she immediately went to Gabi and pounced on her. She was overjoyed to see her and they were so happy to be playing against each other.
"How does defeat feel?" you asked Miguel while doing a little victory jig.
"Worth it," he answered as he saw you in such a euphoric state with ketchup and mustard on the corner of your mouth from the hotdog you were devouring during the game.
"Here got a little on your mouth," Miguel pointed out as he took out a handkerchief and wiped the condiments off your mouth for you.
"Thanks," you said sheepishly before being interrupted by the stadium erupting in applause randomly. When you looked up you saw you and Miguel on the screens in the center of the stadium for the Kiss Cam.
The two of you looked at each other awkwardly while everyone begged the two of you to kiss thinking you were a couple or something. You turned to him looking up at him. You could feel your heart pounding in your throat. He took the sides of your face in his big warm hands and gave you a quick peck and everyone cheered for you.
You just kept looking up at him tracing your hands over the lips that he kissed. "That wasn't too bad," you joked as you snapped out of the trance he put you in.
"Yeah," you said, shaking his head.
"We should probably go," you started.
"Yeah let's," he said.
The two of you walked down the stairs to go see your daughters in the lobby. Mari and Gabi immediately ran up to the two of you.
"Hey you girls played so well," you said as you gave Mari a hug.
"What do you say we go out to eat?" Miguel suggests looking at you for a nod of approval. You looked down at Mari who was giving you the puppy eyes.
"What the hell, why not?" you said.
"You wouldn't mind if I joined would you?" you heard a voice behind you say.
"Papa!" Mari exclaimed as she ran to hug him. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.
"Actually we would mind so maybe you should just crawl on back to your apartment," you said
"Hi I'm Rafael, I'm Mariana's dad," Rafe said, shaking his hand, acting all nice and angelic.
"Oh goodness I'm sorry, you probably just watched me kiss your wife. Look man I'm really sorry I didn't know she was married," Miguel apologized profusely to Rafael.
"No, you kissed my ex-wife, it's all good," Tafael corrected.
"Oh, well you could join us if you would like we were going to get a bite to eat," Miguel started before looking down at Mari who was pulling at his shirt, shaking her head.
"Mama and Papa are fighting right now," she whispered as you glared at Rafael.
"It's okay you all should go. I have things to take care of at my place, you played well today Mari," he said, giving her a playful nuggie.
He waved goodbye and signaled for you to call him later tonight. Probably so that he could explain why he forgot to drop off Mari and left her at Peter's house.
Dinner with Miguel was fine and thankfully he didn't mention or ask out Rafael after seeing how his presence alone upset you so much.
Your daughters had fallen asleep and were in the car. The two of you were outside conversing. "When can I see you again?" Miguel asked.
"You mean like when is our daughter's next playdate?" you asked not sure how you felt about meeting with Miguel alone.
"I was kind of hoping we could have a playdate," he said. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and ears. That voice of his always made the thing he said sound so forbidden but maybe this time it was intended.
"Maybe next week? I'm usually free on Wednesdays," you said.
"Okay it's a date, I'll text you, looking forward to it," Miguel said before getting in his car.
"It's a date," you whispered to yourself with the dumbest smile on your face. you turned around and did a little victory dance forgetting that Miguel was still in fact, right there.
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next part → 9 days til' Christmas
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How TF2 mercs enjoy pool days:
Ok, so this may be based on my own beliefs on what they would do during a pool day, but screw it. I want you to think of a scenario. All the mercenaries finally decide to go on a summer break to a nice hot area [Orlando, Cancun, whatever you like.] however, they didn't exactly read the website correctly, and instead of getting into a resort with a public pool, they end up getting a personal pool with their resort house. This will include Ms. Pauling because yes.
Scout:
-Immediately jumps into the pool, clothes and all.
-Says he played an 'Epic prank' on Medic by putting Ms Pauling's bikinis in his bag instead of his swimming trunks.
-Hits everyone with pool noodles for hours, apart from Spy. He can never find Spy.
-Planned a sick joke with Sniper to push Medic into the pool. [More on that later]
Soldier:
-Has to be stopped from covering himself in honey before jumping into the pool. [For the sake of that poor water filter]
-Also hits multiple people with a pool noodle and ends up sword fighting with Scout.
-Tries to take bites out of the pool noodles, as well as all the other foam items he can get his hands on.
-Refuses to take off helmet despite being halfway underwater.
Engineer:
-Stays on the sides, will occasionally jump in as long as his mechanical arm is wrapped up tight. [Water damage, yknow?]
-Adores how Pyro has so many different toys to play with by the pool, often watches over them as they play with them.
-Only one who takes photos
-Made a little beach themed watercooler near the hot tub to fill with alcohol and drinks.
Demoman:
-Ends up making personal drinks for everyone, a bartender at the hot tub.
-Absolutely destroys his skin by not wearing sunscreen, ends up walking away fried.
-Somehow sets fire to the water in the pool.
-Falls asleep in the pool at multiple points in time, sometimes face down. [Soldier flips him over, can't let him drown]
Heavy:
-Basically the lifeguard in all this chaos, wondering how the pool is simultaneously on fire and freezing. [It's Demoman and Sniper's fault]
-When he jumps in, it becomes a goddamn wave pool, and I'm talking about the ones that could drown people.
-He normally hangs out in the hot tub beside the pool, not normally going in unless it's important.
-Wants to chat to Medic, but he can never find him near the pool. Talks to Spy instead.
Sniper:
-Hangs around the deep end of the pool, hanging off the edges like spooder man.
-Never knows where Medic is during the morning and afternoons, so he decided to help Scout with a prank so he could figure out what's going on with him.
-Normally has a soft drink during the slow pool hours when everybody is relaxed.
-Threw ice into the pool when it lighted up. It did nothing.
-Like Soldier, still wears his hat despite being up to his neck in water.
Pyro:
-Refuses to even touch the water. The only time they jumped in is when the water was set alight. Loved every second of it.
-Has many water-safe unicorn toys and rubber ducks by the side of the pool to play with instead of actually going in the water.
-Keeps the mask on. Cmon, what did you expect?
-Can and will sit in the sun for the entire day if possible.
Spy:
-Stays cloaked whenever Scout comes around the pool with his pool noodle.
-When he does decide to get in the pool, the ashes of his cigarettes get in the water. Yuck.
-Wears only the finest of wool woven swimwear shorts. [That's a lie. They're silk too.]
-Found Medic one night. Drowning. Was a bit confused, but pulled him out anyway.
Medic:
-Physically does not know how to swim. Packed Ms. Pauling's bikinis instead of his own swim gear, so he didn't have to. Scout found out and pretended that it was his doing.
-Doesn't like the loud noises of the day, so usually comes out in the evening, dangling his legs into the water of the deep end.
-Comes out in full uniform like a weirdo. I'm talking about the lab coat, the white cardigan, the white shirt, the red rubber gloves, the baggy rouge/brown trousers, the black boots, all of it.
-Got pushed into the deep end by both Scout and Sniper. Started drowning, and eventually Spy found him and pulled him out.
Ms. Pauling:
-Sits by the side of the pool, usually with a martini or a cold drink.
-Got confused when she found her swimming costume inside Medic's suitcase.
-Usually dives into the pool with grace... with her glasses still on. Refuses to also take them off, due to the fact that she won't be able to see without them. [Excuses, excuses.]
-Will normally get a call from the Administrator. Everyone goes silent when this happens, due to the fact that they're supposed to be working.
Yeah, I think that turned out pretty well, but these are just headcannons. Agree if you want, but you don't have to.
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What do you think would happen if Anastasia got hurt of kidnapped by one of Natasha’s enemies?
-Sorry, this is hella late I also kinda went off tangent a bit and I haven't written anything in a while so hopefully this is okay.💜
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Oh man... First off whoever kidnaps those two crazy lesbians' daughter has a death wish. Obviously, Natasha wouldn’t be the only one furious about it, but I think it would also cause R to revert back to her violent tendencies and after she’s controlled more of her saddened emotions, she shifts gears and basically takes lead in finding their daughter.
When they do find Anastasia her face is stained with dry tears and her school uniform is dirty. What sets R off is the scrape on Anastasia’s knee and the dirt one grime on her uniform, clearly signs of struggle and that her daughter was fighting. When Natasha sees the state of her daughter’s appearance it burns a different kind of fire within her. Sure, she’s been mad, unhinged and manic plenty of times, but this motherly rage was on another level. When you both seem to calm Anastasia down you lead her out of the unfamiliar basement and guiding her into the arms of her aunt. “Take her home and do not leave her out of your sight! We’ll be back late.” Is all you say as you kiss Anastasia’s cheek once more before turning around and going back into the soon to be dead man’s house. Natasha only gives her sister a look that doesn’t need words, they do that often, having conversations without even uttering a word. Natasha knows Yelena wants to stay and have a turn with this incredibly stupid man who thought he was brave enough to kidnap her niece. With a subtle shake of her head Natasha prompts Yelena to finally get into the car and take Anastasia home, where it’s safe. You and Natasha both know that there will be a serious conversation later on about the school’s safety and whether or not Anastasia should be homeschooled.
It’s not enough that you tortured the man here in what you assume to be his home, no you tell Natasha’s men to put him in the trunk of the car and bring him to Natasha’s warehouse. It's no secret that you liked to drag things out and Natasha was more of a get in, get out, and get it done type but in this instance, she doesn’t dare protest against you. Also, the fact that she likes seeing you take lead whenever mob activities present themselves. the torture seems to go on for hours.
Like one of the main torture methods Natasha and R use is making things into a game/ competition...most of the time. since this one is drawled out, I think Natasha and R would say something like. "Let's see who can pull his teeth out the fastest."
or the play tic tac toe on his skin and argue about who gets to be X's and who gets to be O's. "That's not fair, Tash you know I like being O's." you show your displeased emotion clear as day, but it does nothing for Natasha to relent and giving you what you want. Natasha was set on being O's Because everyone knows that it gives you more access to go deeper into flesh.
After hours of torture, you and Natasha gave the man a slight break not for his benefit but simply because Natasha realized you haven't eaten anything since this morning, so she had to practically drag you away from the man and demand that you eat something. Now feeling refreshed you and Natasha wait patiently as the man regains consciousness. After his eyesight is more focused and he's aware of his unfamiliar surroundings he panics internally but the tingling sensation he feels in his face made his heart drop. “What did you do to my face?!” he tries to touch his cheek as the restraint fight against that action. “Why can’t I feel my face?? What the fuck did you do to me.”
“See, and here I thought you would be grateful for numbing your face...You'll wished you thanked me for numbing it in a few minutes though.” You give the man an exhausted sigh as you move around the cold and empty concrete room.
“Tash told me not to, but I told her it takes the fun out of things.” You look over your shoulder towards Natasha flashing an "I told you so." look before turn back to the beaten and battered man with a small mirror that you place in front of his face. the soft gasp of air as a result of seeing his unrecognizable face made you gloat. Natasha takes calculated steps toward the seated man and in swift movements her pocketknife was out and if you blinked you missed her fast and precise movements with the edge of the knife. she starts off with basic attacks she wants to build up the man's fear. it's not until she's aware anastatic wearing off that she finally let's go. Natasha doesn't hold back her anger and frustration. she blocks out the loud screams and pleas for forgiveness. Each time a splatter of blood leaks from his body it rewards her. At the end Natasha contemplated letting him go so he could return to whoever told him to stupidly kidnap her child and hurt her in the process, but she thought if someone else was stupid enough to kidnap her child and live to talk about it then she wasn't doing her job. When you both got through with him it'll be like he never existed, no one would remember and if someone did ask around about him then that was for sure going to be the next target of interest. Everyone will know not to fuck with the Romanoffs.
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"my poor baby, i'm so sorry." this has potential
Hello dearest anon! Last week I said that I would write any new prompt I got first in exchange for feedback on the new All the King's Horses chapter. I have no idea if you sending me this prompt and then THREE whole super lovely comments appearing on that fic are related BUT in case they are, I have done my very best to fill this super fun prompt from the Reactions to making someone cry prompt list! If anyone else wants to send any fun prompts from that list, it can be found HERE.
ALSO I know I haven't filled any of these in a while but I promise I will / am going to get through all of the ones in my inbox eventually! I am a little out of practice so I'm not sure if this is my best work... BUT I tried and also I finished it so I'm counting that as a win! Thank you for taking the time to send it! I hope you enjoy it and are having a lovely Thursday and a great rest of your week!
❤️Ally
"my poor baby, i'm so sorry."
WARNINGS: mentions of past drug abuse, broken bones
Matty managed to hold it together until he was backstage. Sharp, shooting, stabbing pain moving up his ankle with each labored breath. He didn’t dare put weight on it, trying to breathe slowly, even as his lungs screamed desperately for more oxygen, having just completed a two hour show. He felt dizzy and untethered, his head fuzzy with pain as he stumbled over to one of the black gear trunks, “The 1975” spray painted in white stenciled letters on the side. He dropped down heavily onto the trunk, banging his ankle on the side as he did so, gasping in shock. He squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn’t going to cry, he refused to cry. He was alright, he tried to tell himself, cautiously trying to put some of his weight on his foot before recoiling as the burning pain intensified. He wasn’t alright. 
He’s not sure how long he sat there, his head bowed in a silent prayer to the various Gods he didn’t believe in, his curls falling limp and greasy with sweat over his face, begging for the strength to just get up. The rest of the crew were moving around him, packing up the gear and the stage. He’s not sure where the guys went, everyone having their own post show protocol, their own method for dealing with the come down from the rush of another sold out show well done. Matty himself used to get so high he didn’t exist anymore, at least not on the corporeal plane. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He didn’t do that anymore. (He wondered if it would numb the pain in his ankle.)  
“Are you just staying here then?” George asked, a bite to his tone, traces of the fight, the argument they had been having before they had put it aside to take the stage present in his voice. Matty opened his eyes, blinking wetly and looking up at George who seemed to loom over him, his arms crossed over his chest, his body language closed off. He had showered, his hair damp, a wet patch showing on the gray fabric of his tee shirt, clinging to skin that hadn’t been fully dried. Matty was still in his stage clothes, the damp fabric clinging to his dried sweat coated skin giving him a chill. 
He shrugged, he didn’t want to fight with George anymore, even though he was the one that had initiated it that afternoon. Throwing out snide, biting comments, looking for George’s soft underbelly, trying to hit where he knew it would hurt the most, purely so that he could feel something. George had resisted at first, meeting Matty with love and care and sympathy until he eventually, as always, pushed too far and George had snapped. Matty had relished in it before, his blood pumping as he smiled cruelly, getting up in George’s face as George yelled back, giving him everything that he wanted and didn’t know how to ask for. 
Matty swallowed hard, his ankle hurt, he was pretty sure it was broken, and he didn’t want to fight anymore. 
“Not going to say anything?” George asked, his spark still burning, still pushing, looking for the same kind of weakness Matty had exploited earlier. 
Matty just shrugged again, curling in on himself. He didn’t want to fight. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to tell George he was sorry he had started a fight, that he was wrong and hadn’t meant it. He wanted to tell him he loved him, and he was hurting and that he needed him. But if he opened his mouth he was pretty sure that he was going to start crying. He was emotionally and physically worn out. He was scared and he was in pain, he just wanted George to hold him and tell him it was all going to be alright. They were supposed to be packing up and headed to their next tour stop within the hour, traveling overnight to get to the next city. There were twenty seven shows left on this leg of the tour. Matty couldn’t afford to have broken his ankle. 
“Matthew,” said George, his voice so cold, and Matty, already feeling so worn thin, couldn't help it. He opened his mouth to answer, to tell him to fuck off, to apologize, to say absolutely anything, and instead he ended up taking a shaky breath and instantly burst into tears. 
George recoiled, clearly surprised, clearly having thought that Matty was being difficult for the sake of being difficult, not that there was actually something wrong.
“Matty?” he asked cautiously, carefully, glancing around the backstage area as if he would find the cause of Matty’s tears mingling with the trunks and extension cords. “Matty love what’s wrong?” 
“I’m sorry,” Matty said with a hiccup, “I’m sorry I was being a dickhead earlier, and I’m sorry I just fucked up the tour, and I’m just I’m sorry.”
“Fucked up the tour? What are you talking about?” George asked, sitting down carefully next to Matty, gauging his reaction before cautiously wrapping an arm around his trembling shoulders. “And it’s alright, couples fight,” said George softly, pressing a kiss to the side of Matty’s head, all of the fight drained out of him. “I know we’ll get past it.”
“I think I broke my ankle,” said Matty with a sniffle, “I rolled it during the last song and I could feel something pop.” He took a shaky breath, “it really hurts.” 
George stood up, “let me take a look,” he said, moving to kneel down in front of Matty. He made the assumption that it was the left ankle bothering Matty by the cautious way he was holding his leg and reached forward to steady his foot so that he could unlace his converse sneaker. Matty, never one to handle pain well, gasped in surprise and kicked out, hitting George in the chin and causing another pulse of pain to move up his leg. 
George swore, stumbling back as he held onto his face. 
“Fuck,” said Matty with a hiccup, “fuck I’m sorry.” 
“It’s okay,” said George carefully, moving his jaw back and forth, confirming that everything was aligned correctly. He was even more careful this time, his fingers barely ghosting over Matty’s ankle as he unlaced the sneaker, then rolled up his pant leg and carefully removed his sock. He sucked in a breath, not even making a comment about how sweaty Matty had gotten, as he took in how swollen the joint was, and the purple hue that the limb had taken on. 
Matty couldn't bring himself to look at it. “How bad is it?” he asked wetly. If it looked even half as bad as it felt, he knew it wasn’t going to be good. 
“My poor baby,” said George softly, “I’m so sorry.” He paused, “I think you’re right, I think it is broken.” 
Matty just hiccuped wetly in response. 
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callsign-fox · 2 years
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Never Have I Ever - Hangman 
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Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Fem!Reader
Prompt: You and the gang take a vacation and you’re afraid Hangman is upset with you. 
Written with @fanficgirl429 <3
Thank you, I hope you enjoy! xo
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The snow was starting to pick up when Rooster parked the Bronco in the driveway of our rental cabin. Hangman, Phoenix, Coyote, Rooster, and I had just gotten back from a long day on the slopes. We all exited the car and walked around to the back, grabbing our gear from the trunk.
I stayed towards the back and waited for the others to grab their board and boots. When it was just Hangman and I, I stepped to the side so that he could grab his equipment. He held his hand out, gesturing for me to go first. I grabbed my boots that were tied together, and threw them over my shoulder, freeing up my hands to carry my equipment. 
“Thanks,” I said to Jake. 
Jake didn’t say anything as he pulled his board and boots out of the car. I waited for him to close the trunk and walked besides him to the porch. It was unlike him to not say anything- he was rarely speechless. 
He placed his hand on the doorknob, but I reached out to stop him. 
“Are you okay?” I asked him. 
“Yeah I’m fine, why?”
“You just seem like your annoyed or something.” 
He shook his head, “Nope, I’m fine!” 
I nodded at him and let him enter the house. I had always had feelings for Jake, but I was never able to admit them to him. Maybe that was best, seeing as lately he seemed to be nothing but annoyed by me. 
Coyote had just started a fire in the oversized living room as I walked into the house. Phoenix and Rooster were already seated on the large couch, fighting over who got to pick what we would watch. Jake sat down on the far end, almost like he was trying to sit as far from me as possible. 
“We should play a game,” Phoenix said, reaching for the remote one last time from Rooster and winning. 
“Truth or dare?” Rooster suggested. 
“We’re not twelve,” Phoenix whined. “What about never have I ever?” 
I shoved Rooster to the side and squeezed in between him and Phoenix, “Oh, let’s play never have I ever!” 
“I’ll start!” Coyote yelled, handing out beers before he sat down beside Jake. “Never have I ever flown below the hard deck in an exercise!”
“Jake put a finger down!” I yelled, and turned to Rooster who had just put a finger down, “You guys just love living life on the edge, huh?” 
“You bet,” Rooster said, placing his hand on my thigh. 
I unintentionally looked up at Jake whose eyes focused on Rooster’s hand. He quickly looked away once he saw that I noticed. 
“Alright, who’s next?” Coyote asked, glancing around at everyone. 
“I’ll go!” I said, resting my head on Phoenix's shoulder. “Never have I ever gotten kicked out of a bar for hitting on the married owner.” 
Everyone laughed and Jake sat up. “That isn’t fair! You can’t target people, Y/N.” 
“Too bad, I just did,” I said, sticking my tongue at him, “put another finger down!” 
I took a sip of my beer and smiled at him, he smiled back. He was still acting weird, but I’d confront him about it later.
Phoenix leaned forward and placed her beer on the floor, “My turn! Never have I ever, had sex with someone in this room.” 
Rooster and I looked at eachother and I turned to Phoenix, “Thanks, Phoenix.” 
Rooster and I both put a finger down at the same time. I glanced over at Jake and saw the scowl on his face as he watched Rooster and I. 
“When the hell did that happen?” Coyote asked, taking a sip of his beer. 
I shook my head, “It was one time a few months ago, and we were drunk. It was no big deal, right?” I said, elbowing Rooster. 
“Yeah, it was nothing, just a random drunk night,” he said.
I leaned back into the couch and looked over again at Jake. He was looking down at his phone, ignoring the conversation that was going on between Coyote, Rooster, and Phoenix. 
All of a sudden he stood up and walked toward the stairs to the bedrooms. 
“Guys, I'm going to take a dip in the hot tub. I’m a little sore from the slopes today.” 
Everyone looked up at him and waved goodbye. I stared at him as he climbed the stairs, sad that he was leaving so soon. At that moment I wondered to myself, was he jealous of me and Rooster? He had never made any indication that he was interested in me before, but why else would he be acting this way?
A few minutes later, Jake came back down the steps wearing his bathing suit. I found myself staring at his toned body as he walked past us and out the back door. This would be the best time to confront him, when he is alone, and has nowhere to run to. 
I excused myself from the others and went upstairs to change into my suit. Before leaving my room, I glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure that I looked presentable. I grabbed the white robe from behind my door and headed outside. 
Jake noticed me as I walked around the hedge. He smiled and raised a hand to help me in. 
“Thanks,” I said, dropping the robe and grabbing his hand. “You seem a little off today, are you sure you’re okay?”
Jake nodded as I sat down in the seat across from him. The water was warmer than I expected but it felt good on my skin. My foot brushed against his leg and I quickly pulled it away.
“Look, Y/N. I'm sorry if I've been acting weird. I really care about you, and I wouldn't want to push you away.” 
I smiled at him, “It’s okay. I just thought you might be upset with me about something. You seemed mad when Phoenix said something about Rooster and I. Which, I guess you have a right to be mad since I didn’t tell you.” 
Jake was quiet for a moment and I thought he wasn’t going to say anything. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and said, “I just don’t think Rooster is good enough for you.”
I looked at him hopefully, “What do you mean? Is there someone in mind that you think is good enough for me?” 
“I just think that you can do better. He wouldn’t treat you the way that you deserve. I would treat you better.”
“Would you treat me better?”
“Yes,” he answered, reaching out to grab my hand. 
I placed my hand in his and he slowly pulled me towards him. I gently moved onto his lap so I was straddling him, and I couldn’t help but smile at the adorable look he had on his face. 
“You deserve the world, and I would give it to you,” he whispered. 
I placed my hands on his shoulders as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. My chest was pressed against his as I stared into his green eyes. He closed the small gap between us and pressed his soft lips to mine. He pulled away for a brief moment in fear, but I quickly reassured him this was what I wanted and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was eager, desperate. We had both been wanting this for so long, it was obvious. 
His hand moved along my side, causing goosebumps despite the hot water. I gently rocked my hips against his as his hand moved to my bathing suit top. 
He pulled away once again and whispered, “I want all of you tonight.” 
My hand moved to his cheek and I smiled, “You can have me.” 
@mrsroosterbradshaw02 @luckyladycreator2 @fangirlofallthings22 xoxo
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go-river-flows · 1 year
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Welcome back to the Avatar Programme
Part 5 of ?
Summary: I was part of the Avatar programme. Simple as that. Then that changed after the schoolhouse incident. 
Warning! More sad, more mentions of Tom Sully, relationship reveal between (Y/N) and Tom
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Helping Norm carry some gear to the flightline, he followed behind. Trudy already there, she waved as we both approached. Wainfleet already there, his arms resting on the rifle on the side door, blowing a whistle as he lay his eyes on me
“Hey (Y/N), nice to see you back in Avatar form again,” Trudy gave me a fistbump.
“This is Norm,” I gestured to Norm’s avatar form who gave a small wave, despite him holding two of my cases for samples. Putting the gear into Trudy’s Aerospatiale SA-2 Samson, whom she called ‘Baby’. Grace arrived not long after with Jake in tow. Hopping in, Trudy piloted us out of Hell’s Gate at 0900.
After flying for some time, watching the lush green scenery, flying with some of the Pandoran wildlife, near bodies of water and waterfalls almost like a sightseeing cruise, Norm and Jake’s expression of wonder and excitement plastered on their faces. Our long braids billow in the wind. We finally arrived at a spot in the jungle. Wainfleet and Jake hopped out first to clear the area with the rifles as we followed suit. Grace motioned for Trudy to cut the engine as we were going to stay for a while.
“Norm! your pack,” Grace raised her voice over the whirling blades. Norm turned back to grab it as I grabbed two of my four cases. Sitting down on the ledge I took my boots off, feeling the blades of grass between my large blue feet.
Grace gestured for Wainfleet, “Stay with the ship. One idiot with a gun is enough.”
“You the man, Doc,” Wainfleet responded.
As they wandered into the surrounding jungle, I headed to work. Not straying too far from the Samson. Coming across some recognisable plants I began taking samples of it, opening my case I opened the clear cylindrical containers, adding flora and herbs I could find within an arm's reach. Even going back to the Samson to get another case after filing the two cases worth of samples. 
Grace, Norm and Jake somewhere off in the jungle talking about how everything is connected and the connection to Eywa. I could hear them, not too far away when the call of a hammerhead titanothere vibrated through the air. Loud thumping coming from the same direction. I stopped what I was doing to listen, getting up on my feet, I made my way to the same direction. Hearing some rustling from the brush, I watched as a thanator crept up behind them. The titanothere charged toward Jake, as he roared back.
“Grace! Thanator!” I yelled out to them, as the large feline-like animal snuck up behind them. Grace and Norm turned to look, now even more nervous. The thanator leapt over Jake, hissing at the hammerhead creatures. Turning back to Jake letting out a terrifying howl.
“So what about this one? Run? Don't run? What?” Jake questioned, his rifle pointed at it.
“Run! Definitely run!” and with that, Jake took off. He weaved through trees as the large feline viciously charged at him, running into the brush out of sight.
“Oh my god!” Norm freaked out, “What the hell was that?!”
“Thanator, get back to the Samson,” I told them.
“I'm not letting you go after him, (Y/N),” Grace yanked my arm, as I was about to leap over a fallen tree trunk, “You're not equipped to fight.”
“Someone has to. I know how to track. And I have some medical gear, in case To– Jake gets injured,” I say, pulling my arm from her grip.
“No,” Grace simply said, tightening her grip, “We’ll look for him together. Let's head back.”
I sigh, looking in the direction that Jake ran. We headed back to the Samson, picking up my case on the way back. All hopping in as Grace explained what happened to Trudy and Wainfleet. After liftoff, we started searching for Jake from the sky, unaware of what was going on below us. We searched until the sky slowly turned to dusk.
“I'm gonna have to call it, guys,” Trudy says over comms, “We’re not allowed to run night ops. Colonel’s orders.”
Grace sighed, removing the binoculars from her eyes. Norm and I continued to keep our eyes peeled on any movement down below.
“I'm sorry, Doc, he’s just gonna have to hang on till morning.” 
“He won't make it till morning,” Grace states, clicking her tongue. Trudy turned the vehicle as we made our way back to Hell’s Gate. Landing her Baby on the flightline, Norm and I carried the cases to the science drop off zone.Then returning to the Avatar Compound, as the sky turned darker. Changing into more comfortable clothes before settling into the hammock. I stared at the empty bed Jake’s avatar rested the night before. It reminded me of my final moment with Tom. The soft kiss he gave lingering, I traced my lips with my finger at the memory. Tears falling from my eyes. Remembering those smiles he gave when I walked into any room he was in. His eyes smiled too as he stood opening his arms, giving me a big bear hug. He’d kiss my temple, as I asked him what he was doing. But now I can only grieve his loss and absence, the only reminder of him was his avatar, and hell, his own damn brother. Feeling the same pain when Anuk passed away. I silently cried myself to sleep.
Waking up back in the cradle, I opened it and sat up, rolling my neck as Ruth approached, handing me a cup of water. I downed it before standing up. Approaching Jake’s cradle I stood over it. Unaware of his encounter with a certain Na’Vi. Grace met me at his cradle as we both debated whether we should bring him out. 
“No, we can't. Not right now. What if he’s in danger? It's his first time surviving the night out there,” I blocked the tablet to access his cradle, “We can't just pull him out, if it means putting his avatar in danger.”
“(Y/N), I know. But we don't know where he is, and that's even worse. As soon as we know where he is, we’ll put him right back in and we’ll go get him,” Grace argued back.
“I can't let you do that,” I fumed. She looked at me, a bit miffed but trying to understand.
Grace looked at me with concern, “I know you’re still grieving someone you love, and that Tom’s avatar is a constant reminder,” she pulled me into a hug, “I know what it feels like to lose someone you care about.”
“Three,” I say into her shoulder, “This is three times now. I miss my mom. I miss Anuk.” I raise my head to look at Grace, “I miss Tom…And Jake is not Tom.” I wipe the sad tears. “I love him so much. He was all I had left. And now he’s dead. He promised me, he promised me,” I say, just barely a whisper, my facade breaking. “I can't just forget him,” I mumbled into Grace’s shirt.
“Sweetheart,” she rubs my back trying her hardest to calm me down, as I was on the verge of tears. “We’ll wait until midnight, then we pull Jake out.”
Part 6
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banannabethchase · 8 months
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7 mox / both bucks
Thick Thighs (Make a Buck Rise) - also on AO3
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Mox finds his gear pants cut up with scissors and he's pretty sure he knows who may have done it. The question is which Buck.
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It happened when he was in the fuckin' bathroom, Mox is sure of it, and he's pretty sure he has a clue of the culprit.
"Fuckin' EVP idiots," he grumbles, shoving his way through the hallway and to the locker room where his least favorite pretty boys live.
He shoves the door open without knocking to see Matt and Nick on the couch. Matt, inexplicably, is upside down.
"Can we help you?" Nick asks, barely looking up from his phone.
Mox looks between the two Bucks, trying to read guilt on one of their faces. Or both. It could easily be both. “Which one of you came up with this bullshit? It had to be one of you.”
Matt flutters his stupid, pretty eyelashes and Nick stares unblinkingly. "What do you mean?" Matt asks.
"We've got no clue what you're talking about." Nick looks like he believes it, too.
"This!" Mox holds up his gear pants, cut into booty shorts. "One of you shitheads cut up my gear pants, and now I'm gonna have to wear jeans to the ring." He huffs, trying to remember those breathing calming things Claudio's been trying to teach him. "This is a really stupid prank right before a show."
Matt bites his lip and Nick rolls his eyes. "Goddamnit, Matt," Nick mutters. He drops his head into his hands.
"What?!" Matt exclaims. "Look, maybe somebody mistook them for their own gear." He shrugs.
"I'm not defending your crap on this one." Nick stands and backs away, hands in the air. "This is all you."
Matt looks frantically between Mox and Nick. "Wait, no," he says, leaping to his feet. "Wait, you wouldn't leave your big brother to get pummeled by a big scary man, would you?"
Nick rolls his eyes, then turns away to walk out the door. "You like getting pummeled by big scary men," he calls over his shoulder.
Mox snorts and turns back to Matt, who is very clearly panicking. "So it was you," he says, folding his arms over his chest.
"You can't prove it!" Matt's almost shrieking.
Mox shuts the door behind him. "You got them big stupid boo-boo eyes going, Matt, come on." He walks into Matt's space until Matt's back bumps against the wall. "Don't lie to me."
Matt's eyes are wide as he searches Mox's face. "Okay," he breathes. "Okay, yes, I cut up your gear pants."
"Now why the fuck would you do that?" Mox asks. He doesn't know why, but he's compelled to rest a hand on Matt's waist, to touch, to squeeze just a little bit. Matt's eyes flutter shut for a second, then snap back open.
"I -" Matt exhales, shaky. "I - thighs."
Mox blinks. "Excuse me?"
"Your thighs," Matt says. "I - you wore trunks a few times, and they looked so good, and I was dying to see them again and just - I couldn't come up with a better way." He licks his lips, eyes flickering between Mox's mouth and eyes. "I cut up your pants because I was being weird."
Mox grins. "Weird how?" He's gonna make Matt say it.
Matt whines and stomps his feet a little. "Don't - you know."
"I wanna hear it." Mox leans in to speak into Matt's ear. "Come on. Tell me how much it gets you off."
Matt whimpers. "Okay, fine," he whispers. "You - you look so good in the trunks, Mox, and I got weird about it."
"You should'a just asked," Mox says, tugging at Matt's earlobe with his teeth. "Could'a shown you a whole lot more."
Matt moans, cut off, like he didn't mean it. "Don't make promises you can't keep," he mumbles.
Mox pulls back. "Who says I wasn't gonna keep my promise?"
"Huh?"
Mox slides his fingertips under Matt's shirt, dancing along the skin. "I'm a nice man," he murmurs. "I can give you what you want." He steps back and undoes his belt. He's pretty sure Matt's eyes roll back in his head a little.
"No, no," Mox says. "You look at me while I'm doing this for you."
Matt's eyes snap back to Mox's. He nods. "Yeah."
Mox makes a show of taking his belt all the way off, fighting a grin as Matt watches him with an open mouth and wide eyes. He goes for his button and stops. Matt makes a miserable little sound.
"Oh, you want me to keep going?" Mox asks.
Matt nods. "I wanna see."
Mox grins. "Alright then." He pushes the jeans down his legs, shuffling a little as they get caught on his boots. He glances up to see Matt straight up panting. "You like?"
Matt nods. "Your - those boxer briefs are really small."
"More thigh for you to enjoy, baby." Mox waits to see Matt's reaction to the nickname, and Matt looks...more than intrigued.
"Can - can I see..." Matt trails off and licks his lips.
"What do you want?" Mox asks. It's a little awkward to lean back toward Matt with his jeans around his feet, but he makes it work.
"I - I want - I want to -" Matt swallows and turns those giant brown eyes onto Mox's. "Do I have to see your thighs?"
"What?" Mox asks. "I guess, no?" He leans down to pull his jeans back up, but Matt catches him by both wrists.
"No," Matt says frantically. "I mean - I want you to - to -" He exhales shakily. "I want you to fuck me."
Mox's eyebrows flying almost as high up as his hairline, which is saying something. "Really."
Matt nods. "I think I like more than just your thighs. I - yeah." His face is fire engine red, eyes flickering all over Mox's face but his eyes.
"I think we can work with that." Mox leans in and kisses Matt, because he's a man of substance and if he's gonna do this he'll do it right, who sighs like a romance novel heroine. "Jesus, you sound pretty. Why can't you shut up and moan like that all the time?"
Matt's eyes are closed as he drops his head back against the wall and, for once, doesn't have a retort. All the better for Mox.
He gets his hands on Matt's hips and turns him, biting at the back of Matt's neck. Matt makes a delightful little noise, something in between a moan and a gasp, and Mox is worried he's about to get obsessed.
Mox is glad Matt seems to be a bit of a slut, because he mumbles, "Blue bag, front pocket," and Mox reaches over to pull out lube and a condom.
"You expecting this, Buck?" Mox asks, sliding a slick finger around Matt's rim. Matt wiggles his perfect little ass against it, sighing as Mox sinks in to the first knuckle.
"No," he mumbles. "That's Kenny's bag."
"So, to be clear, we're about to fuck with Kenny's supplies," Mox says, working his finger in a little further. "And that's not weird to you?"
"Mm - no," Matt says, pushing back, like he can't get enough. "He stole my underwear once, so now we're even."
"I don't even want to know."
Mox is impressed at how shamelessly Matt takes his fingers, how desperately he whines for more, and teases the third finger long enough to get Matt straight up pleading.
"I'm ready, please, just fuck me," he begs, hands flat against the wall. "God, Mox, please."
"Aren't you, like, embarrassed to be this desperate?" Mox asks. He slides his fingers out. "Not judging, just asking."
Matt turns his head, pressing a cheek against the wall. "What, like you're so chill fucking me out of nowhere?" He grins as Mox slides the head of his cock inside him. "I think you're just as desperate as me."
"Don't get bitchy now, Buck," Mox pushes all the way in, head in the clouds with the heat of Matt around him, "I was just starting to like you."
"Jesus, just fuck me already," Matt mumbles, pushing back onto Mox's dick.
"Was that a swear?" Mox asks, pounding into Matt. He's determined to get him to shut up, somehow. "I thought you Bucks don't do that."
"Only when I really think the moment deserves it," Matt says, words punched out of him as Mox fucks into him. "And - Christ - you being a brat seemed worth it."
"Me?!" Mox asks, reaching a hand around to grab Matt's cock. He gathers precome to add to the glide, grinning at Matt's moan. "You're the one cutting up my fuckin' clothes for attention."
"Not attention," Matt says, breathing ragged, "horniness. Needed to - oh my god - see your stupid sexy thighs."
Mox laughs and puts a little more work in. "Yeah, well, you're hot too, baby. Makes up for the fact that you're fuckin' annoying."
"Shut up," Matt grumbles. "Also, don't you dare stop. I'm close."
"I could walk away right now," Mox says. He grips Matt's hips and fucks harder, feeling it build in his spine. "I could leave you here without anything."
Matt laughs, cut off by a moan. "No, I don't think you could." He comes hard against the wall, pulsing into Mox's hand and moaning Mox's name so loudly he can barely stand it. One, two, three more and Mox is coming too, his brain turning into mush, and falls against Matt. He crushes him against the wall a little bit, but he thinks Matt deserves it.
"So," Matt mumbles. "That happened."
"Yeah."
"You're squishing me."
"You're a bitch."
Matt laughs and wiggles his hips. Mox's dick feels super weird as it's exposed to the air conditioning again. He wants nothing more than to sink into that warmth again. "Yeah? Takes one to know one.”
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Mini Playlist:
Thick Thighs - Willam feat. Latrice Royale
Bad Things - Jace Everett
Strip Tease - Danity Kane
Hit it From the Back - Kim Petras
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the--blackdahlia · 9 months
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Ring Crew (Jon Moxley x Eddie Kingston)
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Title: Ring Crew
Summary: Eddie gets him and Mox in trouble.
Warnings: Minor language. Fluff
“This is all your fucking fault, King,” Mox grumbled as he unloaded gear from the box. If he wouldn’t have gotten involved, hadn’t opened his mouth, he wouldn’t be lugging around Chikara crates and making sure everything was in order.
“My fault? How the hell is this my fault?” Eddie asked as he checked the ropes. “If Claudio didn’t have such a punchable face…”
“Well, if it was his fault, he’d be here helping us instead of hanging out with Fire Ant and Chuck Taylor.”
“Well, you didn’t have to help. I had everything under control.”
“Claudio had you in a headlock and your face was turning purple. What was I supposed to do? Go get popcorn and see how long it took you to fucking pass out?” Mox slammed the trunk shut before going to tie on the turnbuckles. “Couldn’t let you get suspended again. I don’t think you want to go work at a gas station or ask your mom for money.”
“Leave my ma outta this,” Eddie growled.
“Shit, sorry.” They were both quiet for a minute before Mox spoke up again. “Everything ok?”
“Peachy.” Eddie wouldn’t look at him, but Mox knew something was bothering him. MOx wasn’t exactly the best at conveying emotion, and he had been known to skip out when people started talking about their feelings, but this was different. This was Eddie.
“What’s wrong?”
“I told you, everything is fine. For fucks sake Mox.” Eddie grumbled. Mox stared at the older man. Eddie could feel his eyes burning a hole into him. He sighed. “Really wanna know what’s wrong?”
“Yeah.” Mox nodded. He might be a hardass, and kinda a dick at times, but he did care about Eddie.
“Money’s tight at home. Ma tries to act like everything’s fine, but my brother told me all about it.” Eddie sighed. “I don’t want to give her any more of a reason to worry about me. She’s got enough on her plate, and I’m not there near enough to help.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” Mox asked.
“What are you going to do? You’re not in much better shape than I am.” Eddie shrugged.
“Well, you could at least talk to me. You know I’m your friend.”
“Yeah, I know.” Eddie nodded. Mox decided to do something brave, even for him. Something that would probably result in a punch to the face.
He grabbed Eddie’s arm and pulled him to him for a kiss.
And surprisingly, the punch never came. Instead, confusion turned into understanding as Eddie kissed Mox back. After what seemed like a lifetime, but more likely was only a minute, the two separated. Eddie had a grin on his face.
“About damn time.” Eddie chuckled. “Just thought I’d have to kiss you first.”
“Did you lie about that stuff with your ma just so I’d kiss you?”
“No, but it did get a good outcome.” Eddie chuckled. “Come on, let’s go finish this up. I’d like to try out this kissing thing some more.” For the first time in his life, he saw Jon Moxley blush. Maybe fighting with Claudio wasn’t so bad after all.
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nightshadeis · 1 year
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More Pokemon per Pokemon!!
With the release of Pokemon Scarlet and Violet, and a few of the new 'mons, I've decided to go through the pokedex and find out just how many Pokemon are actually MULTIPLE Pokemon disguised as one. I did not count forms that are actually two Pokemon combined, such as Necrozma Dawn/ Dusk wings or Calyrex with its steed, nor the gen 8 fossil Pokemon, which are each two halves of different ancient Pokemon slapped together.
First up, one of the originals: Dugtrio. Literally three Digletts. Now, it's entirely possible that's it's three heads on one body which we never see- but it's still three heads. Which is enough for me to call it three Pokemon per Pokemon.
Similarly, and yet not quite the same, we have Magneton. It's three Magnemite stuck together. There is at least one piece of Pokemon media (the original Pokemon Snap) that shows three Magnemite evolving by combining into one Magneton. The most literal three Pokemon per Pokemon.
Slowbro. "But Nyx," you might be saying, "I thought you weren't counting Pokemon forms that are two different Pokemon combined?" But consider this: This is my list, deal with it. Slowpoke + Shellder = Slowbro. I *think* (and I might be misremembering) there's an episode of the anime where a Slowbro devolves into Slowpoke when the Shellder detaches?? Don't quote me on this I've been awake since 8:30 last night
Doduo. Two heads, one body, I'm counting it.
Dodrio. Same deal, plus another head!
Exeggcute! They can separate from each other! It happened in a short before a movie, the second one I think, and they stole Togepi to pretend they had enough of each other until the other one got found! It's literally six Pokemon!!!
Exeggutor is kinda. I don't think it can separate anymore, but it's clearly all the Exeggcute stuck to a tree trunk.
Weezing is two Pokemon, but according to the dex, sometimes it's three! Never in-game though.
Kangaskhan has a baby! That baby can fight! What!!
Slowking is the same deal as Slowbro, but the Shellder bit its head instead of it's tail (or arm, in Galar).
Girafarig has two brains. This is canon. (Ftr, Wobbuffet does not. It is *heavily implied* that the tail is its actual body or brain or whatever, but it's not outright stated to be the case.)
Mantine, but only in gens 2&3 and in Home, where its sprite has a Remoraid attached.
Metang is two Beldum fussed together, and
Metagross is two Metang, ergo four Beldum.
Combee is three bees! I love them!!
Vespiquen is said to use its honeycomb abdomen skirt thing as a nest for baby Combee, but this isn't depicted in any in-game sprites. Still, more Pokemon per Pokemon.
Cherubi? Kind of?? It has a second head, but unlike Girafarig, that head doesn't have a second brain, and it loses it shortly before evolution. I'm gonna count it anyway.
Spiritomb is 108 souls trapped in a rock. Are they Pokemon souls? People souls? Do 108 people souls trapped in a rock count as 108 Pokemon per Pokemon???
Magnezone is a Magneton that got bigger. It's still three Magnemite per Magnezone.
Vanilluxe is another "two of its pre-evolutions stuck together" 'mon. Two Vanillish, one Vanilluxe. They melted and refroze together, so presumably they can melt apart?
Klink is two Klink per Klink, but it's canon that once they combine, they cannot separate.
Klang- one of the Klink got bigger!
Klinklang gains two more gears, but only the original two are sentient.
Zweilous has two heads, and they hate each other. So much so that one of the heads loses sentience upon evolution. Or maybe they just merged? Either way, Hydreigon only has one brain among its three heads.
While you were becoming a fully formed human adult, I was studying Doublade. Which is two distinct swords. However, I don't think Aegislash retains dual-sentience.
Binacle is two mons in a rock, but unlike Spiritomb we don't have to delve into philosophy about it. They're two physical and distinct entities, either of which can leave the rock to find a new partner.
Barbaracle is just a bigger rock, so the Binacles are seven roommates instead of two.
There are 50 Zygarde cells and 5 Zygarde cores (at least in Sun and Moon), which makes a 100% form Zygarde 55 Zygarde per Zygarde.
Wishiwashi school form is approximately 248 Wishiwashi, according to this person who did the math. Thank you, Goatman879.
I decided to follow Goatman879's example to calculate how many Meltan make up a Melmetal. Per the lore, it's just one Meltan that absorbed it's group (and then when it dies it splits into a bunch of Meltan again, though it's unclear if they're ontologically the same Meltan as before). Per the math, one Melmetal is approximately 100 Meltan.
Cramorant can pick up an Arrokuda or a Pikachu when it surfs or dives, so that's occasionally two Pokemon per Pokemon.
Now for the mon that set this off! It's not new as of Scarlet and Violet- this mon was introduced in Sword and Shield. It's Falinks! Six Pokemon per Pokemon!!
Drakloak carries a Dreepy with it.
Dragapult carries two!!
Now onto Scarlet and Violet spoilers, though if you've seen any of the pre-release material, you might already know about Farigiraf. I have no idea how to pronounce that! But I do know it still has two brains!!
Wugtrio, the not-a-regional-variant of Dugtrio. Though it has the same issue- is it three heads on one unseen body? The dex says no, it's three separate bodies. Not sure I believe it yet.
Tandemaus is the first multiple Pokemon per Pokemon I caught in Scarlet. It's two mice holding hands!
Then it evolves, by which I mean they procreate. Possibly. Now there's four mice, two of which are smaller and baby sized. (Or three mice with one baby size, but you have a random 1 in 25 chance of getting that form.) But it's """unclear""" what the relationship between the three/ four of them is? Or where the tiny one(s) come from??? The little one(s) just "appeared" one day????
Extra spoilers for this last one!! There are special Pokemon that appear to be ancient relatives of modern mons, that somehow survived to the present day? Including a mon known as Sandy Shocks, an Electric/Ground relative of Magneton. It's unclear if this Pokemon evolved from ancient Magnemite relatives, and is therefore also three Pokemon per Pokemon, but it certainly looks like it.
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Dreaming After Midnight pt. 1
Author's Note: This is a side story taking place between parts 7 and 8 of "By Blood or By Choice." It was originally meant as a Halloween special, but I didn't finish it near in time. Within the story, this takes place in the early morning hours of October 31st.
The party had been over for a few hours. Now, it was just after midnight and the gym of the WVBA Boxing Academy was eerily silent. Only the dim glow of the security lights lit the gym. Niki Binary came through the doors pushing an empty equipment cart, talking to herself amidst the unusual quietness of the gym. “This place feels awfully creepy like this. So quiet… and empty.”
She stopped the cart by the table she had set up for to run the projector and sound for the party, then wistfully walked over to one of the rings. Leaning against the ring apron, she lost herself in thought. Aloud, she mused, “It’s still so surreal. I’ve been a fan of the WVBA all my life. Now, I’m part of it. I train here. I’ve fought in The Omni in front of thousands of fans. God, that tournament can’t come quick enough.”
Niki turned her attention back to the task at hand and started disconnecting cables as, suddenly, the security lights flickered a strange pattern. A brief shiver ran down Niki’s shine before the lights returned to their normal, dim glow. “Weird,” she muttered, trying to shake off the spookiness.
As she went back to unplugging cables, a noise from behind startled Niki. It was an all too familiar sound in this place, but an unexpected one given the circumstances. The sound of boxing shoes squeaking on a ring canvas. Niki stood and turned to the noise to see the ring she had been leaning on just moments before was now occupied.
A woman, maybe in her thirties, was shadowboxing with the grace and ferocity of someone born for the ring. There was an ethereal, otherworldly presence about her. Niki couldn’t quite place her ethnicity. She looked to be a blend of East Asian and Western European. But, perhaps most telling, she was dressed for a fight.
She wore a high neck sports bra and boxing trunks in a shimmering midnight blue, silver accents, trim, and fringe catching the dim lights. Her silver boots danced along the canvas and her silver gloves cut through the air with precision and power. Her light brown hair was pulled into a tightly braided ponytail and a smile graced her face and showed the mouthpiece beneath.
Taking a breath to compose herself, Niki steadied herself, gripping the handle of the cart tightly. “Hey! Who are you? I don’t recognize you from the gym.”
The woman stopped herself mid-punch and looked at Niki. She removed her mouthpiece and a warm smile played on her lips. “The name's Mister Dream. Well…” She glanced down at herself and chuckled lightly, in a friendly and welcoming manner. “Let’s just go with Dream.”
Niki’s curiosity was piqued. “Alright… Dream, and what are you doing here? Especially dressed like that?”
Dream’s smile broadened. “Isn’t it obvious? I'm here to box. And you, Niki Binary, have caught my eye. I want to box you. Right here. Right now."
“You’ve got to be kidding.” Niki couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “I’m not fighting a person I’ve never even heard of in an unsupervised match. Even if I wanted to, I’m not prepared for a match and I don’t have my gear.”
A knowing twinkle glinted in Dream’s eyes as she nodded behind Niki. “Look again.”
On the equipment cart, Niki found her ring attire. All of it. Her wraps, gloves, mouthpiece, boots, trunks, bra, everything! “Now you’ve got your gear. Any more excuses or are you gonna get dressed and get in the ring?”
Niki’s shock and surprise turned to annoyance. “Excuses? You think wanting to get ready for a fight is an excuse?”
Dream rested her gloves on the ropes, her voice dripping a challenge. "If the glove fits, ‘I.T. Girl.’ You afraid to face someone you can't size up first?"
"Afraid?" Niki’s anger was rising. "I’m not afraid of anybody, especially not some mystery boxer who shows up out of nowhere."
Dream’s smile turned a bit smug, beckoning Niki to join her with a wave of her glove. "Prove it. Get in the ring and show me what you’re made of. Or are you all talk?"
Niki's fists clenched, her patience wearing thin. "I don’t need to prove myself to you. Now I think you should leave."
“Make me.” Dream was now leaning over the ropes, looking down at Niki. "Backing down from a challenge? What would Cutie say if she saw her sessatakuma now?"
That was the last straw. Niki's eyes flared with a mix of anger and determination. She grabbed her gear and faced Dream. "Fine. I’m dropping your ass."
Dream straightened up, her smile satisfied yet a touch sinister. "Excellent. I look forward to seeing if you measure up, Niki Binary."
An Hour Later
An hour had passed since Niki headed into the locker room to prepare for this unusual challenge. The dim security lights seemed to have focused on the ring, as though it were an arena for a championship bout. Dream had returned to shadowboxing, feet gliding across the canvas in a mesmerizing dance, a surreal elegance to her movements. 
Niki, now decked out in her ring attire, her black and neon green sports bra and trunks catching the lights on their circuit inspired accents, her neon green gloves securely in place, her mouthpiece in her clinched left glove, was radiating determination as she approached the ring. She’d already worked up a good sweat, obviously having warmed up in the locker room.
Dream caught sight of her opponent and grinned through her mouthpiece. Never stopping her shadowboxing, but now facing Niki, “Finally! I was beginning to think you might have chickened out. But, you’re looking quite ready, I must say.”
Niki climbed into the ring, her tone laced with irritation and bravado. “Of course, I am. I was taught better than to jump in the ring cold. Boxing 101, always warm-up.”
A chuckle escaped Dream’s lip, her voice dripping with amusement, “Ah, that’s Von Kaiser’s influence. Good to know he’s a better coach than he was a boxer. He spent more time on the canvas than a painter’s brush.”
Annoyance began to bubble deep inside Niki as she inserted her mouthpiece and started a boxer’s bounce. “I thought you challenged me to a fight, Dream, not a debate. You gonna throw insults or throw hands?”
Dream’s smile took on a predatory edge, but there was a hint of something more. “Oh, I'm a woman of many talents. I can multitask. But make no mistake, I'm not here to fight. I’m here to box."
Niki’s reply was sharp, a certain youthful confidence and fire coming through. “I wouldn’t split my attention too much when that bell rings if I were you. I’ll be more than enough to demand your attention. Now, rules?”
“Standard WVBA fare. Three rounds, three minutes each.” Dream seemed to be reveling in the moment, in Niki’s fiery demeanor.
Holding her gaze on Dream’s ice blue eyes, Niki nodded. “That works. What if we go the distance? It’s just us in here. There’s no ref, no judges.”
Dream threw her head back and laughed loudly, an uneasy sound with the echo of the empty gym. “You? Going the distance with me? You’re getting ahead of yourself, girl. But, let’s say somehow, by some miracle, you’re not sleeping off one of my uppercuts before we’re done, then you win.”
Niki’s eyes narrowed, taking a dangerous glint, her fighting spirit flaring. “You think you’re gonna knock me out that easy? Really? You're gonna find I'm full of surprises.”
A sly grin spread across Dream’s face as she extended her gloves for a touch. “Considering how you fared a few weeks ago against Cutie, I give you two rounds, tops. She dropped you what? Four times? But please, by all means, Niki. Surprise me.”
A loud thud reverberated throughout the gym as Niki slammed her gloves down on top of Dream’s as hard as she could. “I learned from that fight. I’m not the same boxer. And you better not underestimate me.”
Dream backed to her corner, still smirking. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Niki. I’ve been looking forward to this.”
Back in her own corner, Niki’s heart was pounding. There was a mix of anticipation and anger running through her. If she thinks because my one fight was a loss that I’m an easy target, then she’s got another thing coming. Just keep your cool, Wenig Stahl. Don’t let her play you.
Across the ring, Dream eagerly smacked her gloves together. “Just remember, Niki, let’s keep it clean and come out boxing at the bell.”
Tension filled the air as Niki nodded to her mysterious opponent. A bell rang from somewhere in the darkness beyond the ring and Niki pounded her gloves. Alright, Niki. Showtime!
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dufrau · 11 months
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I am a real life person asking for your thoughts on Nancy Wheeler. Any thoughts on Nancy Wheeler. Every thought about Nancy Wheeler (I really just like talking about Nancy Wheeler)
Oh MAN. I dont even know where to start. I have so many thoughts and opinions and feelings about Nancy Wheeler I don't even know how to approach a question this open. You might as well ask me about the earth!
She has become such a real person in my brain that there are very few things that I think are set in stone about her. Sometimes I ask myself, when im writing, "What would Nancy say here?" or "What would she do?" "How would she react?" and I decide on something that I believe to be true but a lot of the time there is an almost opposite answer that I think could also be true.
What is constant? (this got lonnng have a readmore)
Well first of all I am a doomsday prepper Nancy truther. Not necessarily full on prepper to the extent she is in my TLOU au but I think she carries forward a need to be/feel prepared for things to go terribly wrong. I play it for a laugh sometimes, cans of beans in her purse and the trunk of her car full of random gear etc. But I think she is a person with a go-bag always packed, who always knows her emergency exits, who is always a little bit too alert and is at least a little bit exhausted at all times. I think she has guns and as much as i joke about her being the only person i trust with all these guns tbh she is probably a little twitchy and she probably should not have guns! (but i will continue to write her with guns)
I think she carries an immense weight of guilt and self-doubt which makes her absolute balls-to-the-wall pursuit of the things she believes are right and necessary so interesting by contrast. Her choices get people killed and she never forgives herself for any of it but she keeps making choices in the absence of anybody else who will do it. And I think she enjoys it on some level, or thrives in it, almost as much as she hates it. I think she will be LOST if they ever actually win. I think she will fight with everything she has to survive but i dont think, subconsciously, she really expects to and I dont think she is prepared to be a person who is not fighting anything.
I think she is LOYAL. And I think it's wild that her haters think the opposite. Its another very interesting contrast, the way she explicitly wants to reject societal norms and expectations but also the way she doesn't want to hurt people so she lets herself get trapped into them anyway. I have no interest in the "did she cheat on steve" conversation, i think the more important thing for her character is that she gets back together with steve and stays with him way longer than she wants to. Part of that is obviously about Barb but part of it I think is that she sees goodness in him and feel guilty about not having seen it sooner. And she's doing the same with Jonathan, who it seems like has been avoiding her calls and refusing to visit and just giving her nothing but she holds onto that relationship I think out of loyalty because he is a good person even if he's being a shitty boyfriend right now and even if that relationship has run its course. (these are not anti thoughts about steve or jonathan btw these are all teenagers in teenage relationships nobody is a villain here)
I think she hates surprises. Which makes sense because every surprise in Hawkins tends to be a bad surprise. But Robin is a whole fucking surprise and isnt THAT something. A thing I see in that ship that I love so much is that Robin keeps Nancy off balance in a way she usually hates, but she doesnt hate it at all from Robin. The very existence of Robin makes Nancy ask questions where normally she would just plow ahead. I think that discomfort is healthy for her and I think, after whatever you want to put them through to get there, she knows it.
I think Nancy would go straight for the eyeballs in a fight. I think she is biting off ears and ripping off fingers and poking their fucking eyes out because she is tiny and she knows it and she is not bothering throwing punches (though if she can elbow you in the nose she is going to to that too.)
I think one million more things about Nancy Wheeler but this post is so long already lol.
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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE → WHAT A GIRL WANTS
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summary: steve harrington x oc
when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.
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warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.
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A set of hands wound their way around Seven’s torso, peeling her off the floor. She tried to hang on, slick fingers gripping painted skin with all the strength and fight left in her. Her short fingernails dug into the bent arms desperately trying to stay there. 
The person behind her was just as desperate, though, for vastly different reasons. They hauled the little girl up with a grunt while trying to avoid her kicks and tired punches aimed at no one but the air.  
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” they kept repeating. The words did nothing to soothe the little girl, but they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything more.  
“Ivy! Ivy please!” Seven screamed into the quiet hall. The alarms had subsided; the dust had settled. All that was left was the overwhelming stench of metal and the harrowing sobs that echoed up and down each hall Seven was carried.  
The person never stopped. They turned corners and kept their gaze straight forward, not daring to look at the ground or the walls. 
“Ivy!” Seven screamed so loud her throat felt set aflame. “Wake up! Wake up!” 
But she never did. 
Hauling the last bucket of raw meat from the trunk of his car, Steve let out a sigh while Sunshine took inventory of the supplies in Dustin’s backpack. He mainly had packed snacks, which she supposed was important too.  
“I hope we’re right about this,” Steve said. He stood surrounded by all of their odd monster hunting gear and supplies that consisted of stolen meat, a couple of canisters of gasoline, a bear trap, rubber gloves, and a lighter. 
Dustin stood with his hands on his hips and shook his head. “I can’t believe we just robbed a grocery store.” 
“Okay, robbed is a little dramatic.” Steve rolled his eyes, even though that was exactly what they did. It was surprisingly easy to steal two buckets of raw meat from the deli department early that morning. No one saw them, somehow. They managed to walk right in and right out with a hiccup. 
“We didn’t pay for it. That’s robbery,” said Dustin. 
“Oh, did you want to explain to the butcher exactly why we needed all of this shit? I’m sure she would have been totally cool about it and not at all suspicious.” 
For two people who had never really interacted before last night, Steve and Dustin pointlessly argued almost as badly as the rest of the party.   
Sunshine smiled softly, somewhat amused by the boys’ bickering before she said, “It’s all right, Dustin. We weren’t caught and everything worked out. No one will know.” 
Even if they had been caught, the law enforcement in Hawkins was mostly on their side thanks to Hopper. Though, no one had been able to get ahold of the man in a day or two, which Sunshine was beginning to think wasn’t a complete coincidence. If there was a Demogorgon on the loose, it was possible Hopper knew about it too.  
With a light scoff, Dustin stopped fiddling with his walkie-talkie. “I’m not worried, Sunshine, not about my reputation. I was a fugitive last year, remember? I know what it’s like to be on the other side of the law.” Sunshine grimaced and Steve rolled his eyes once more.  
“I’m worried about him.” Dustin pointed a finger at Steve. 
The utterly offended look that crossed Steve’s face only caused Sunshine to smile more and bite back a laugh. 
“Listen up, smartass, we weren’t caught so it doesn’t matter. Besides, what makes you think I haven’t done something like this before, hm?” Steve was rather defensive, trying to combat the judgmental gaze of a twelve-year-old boy.  
“Yeah? What, you’ve stolen some cigarettes from your mom’s purse?” Dustin retorted. 
Steve scoffed, “Seriously?” 
A small, smug smile tugged at the corners of Dustin’s lips as he nodded. If they weren’t about to trek into the woods in search of a monster, Sunshine was sure they’d continue to bicker until one of them broke, but they refrained for the sake of their mission. 
All of their supplies were out of the car and packed away into their bags, which they then slung over their shoulders as they prepared to venture toward the old junkyard.
While Sunshine had been there before with Hopper last year, she wasn’t exactly sure where they were going. Luckily, Dustin and the boys used to use the junkyard as their hideout. He knew exactly where they were going. 
Before they set off, Dustin’s radio went off with a familiar voice. 
“Dustin! This is Lucas. Do you copy?” 
“Well, well, well, look who it is,” said Dustin. He went on to, very briefly, explain their current situation involving the fact that Dart was possibly a baby Demogorgon and that Dustin had spotted him in the woods, bigger than he had been at school. He conveniently left out the fact that he had hidden the little monster after he found him at the middle school and took him back home, only for him to escape and feat on his pet cat.  
While Dustin talked to Lucas and told him to meet them at the junkyard a little later in the day, Sunshine found her gaze pulling away from the supplies that littered the ground, and onto Steve.  
She watched as he tugged on a pair of obviously bright yellow gloves before he picked up the bucket of meat from the store. His nose scrunched up at the smell and he shook his head lightly, but just enough to cause a couple pieces of hair to fall against his forehead. 
Steve must’ve felt her gaze because he met her eye with a raise of his eyebrows. She looked away, suddenly fascinated by the dying grass under her feet. 
“Over and out,” Dustin bid Lucas goodbye, with plans for him to meet the group later. They did one last check to make sure they had all of their monster hunting supplies, then took off into the woods, setting their plan in motion.
Dead leaves clung to twisted branches over their heads and covered the ground. A breeze caused the trees to howl, but there was an eerie quietness that floated through the woods.  
Sunshine pulled her jacket tighter around her and followed Dustin’s lead toward a set of abandoned train tracks that, according to him, would lead them most of the way to the junkyard. The tracks were mostly covered in weeds and the wooden railway ties were almost completely rotted.  
For a while, the group walked in comfortable silence. Dustin and Steve took turns leaving a trail of raw meat behind them, hopefully urging the monster to follow it right into the trap they planned to set once they reached the junkyard. 
Sunshine used most of her focus to not think about what lurked in the woods around them. Since she had been back home, after their first encounter with the Demogorgon, she stayed far away from the woods. It was a place where monsters potentially lurked and children vanished and, even though up until a day ago she was fairly sure they were in the clear of monsters and bad men, Sunshine wanted nothing to do with the woods.  
Yet, there she was, venturing through it looking once more for a monster. She had to remind herself that she was not alone, though. Having Steve and Dustin at her side put her more at ease. 
“Why did you even have this thing in the first place?” Steve asked, breaking the silence with his question aimed at the younger boy. 
Dustin let out a sigh into the crisp air. “I told you; I thought I discovered a new species. I thought I’d show it to my science teacher, and he’d call someone to get it named after me or something.” There was a short pause. Dustin tilted his head down as he kicked some leaves off of his path. “And I…I kind of wanted to show it off to this new girl at school.” 
That part of the story was new to Sunshine. 
Dustin’s cheeks were tinted pink, and she knew it wasn’t just because of the cool breeze. 
“So, let me get this straight. You kept something you knew was probably dangerous to impress some girl who you just met?” Steve said. 
Dustin rolled his eyes. “That’s grossly oversimplifying things.” 
“Why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?” Steve asked. 
“Uh, because it’s awesome.” Dustin nudged Sunshine’s side and said, “Right?” 
She hesitated, caught in the hopeful twinkle in Dustin’s eyes. “Not exactly,” Sunshine said, softly. 
“See.” Steve shook his head. “Girls aren’t into that stuff, man. Even if this new girl thought the slug was cool, which she didn’t, I feel like you’re trying too hard.”  
A groan sounded from the younger boy. “Not all of us have your cool hair or fancy car, all right?” 
“It’s not about the hair or the car,” said Steve. “The key with girls is to act like you don’t care.” 
There was a lot that Sunshine was learning, especially when it came to things such as relationships, but what Steve said sounded wrong. Wasn’t the point of being with someone because they cared?  
“Isn’t that kind of mean?” she asked. 
“No, it drives girls nuts. Trust me.” 
Sunshine doubted that, but she felt like she wasn’t in a position to offer any advice to Dustin or disprove Steve’s advice. He was the one with a girlfriend, and that girlfriend was Nancy Wheeler of all people. Maybe he did know what he was talking about. 
“Then what do you do?” asked Dustin, his interest peeked.  
“Then you just wait until you feel it. ” 
Dustin furrowed his brows. “Feel what?” 
As Steve searched for the right words, he looked upwards at the sky, halfway hidden behind branches that only let some light in. Sunshine wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he found it and continued. 
“It’s like before it’s going to storm. You can’t see it, but you can feel it. It’s like this electricity.” 
Slowly, Dustin nodded, trying to understand. “Right. Like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-” 
“No, no, no.” Steve stopped him. “No electromagnetic fields. It’s more like a sexual electricity.” Dustin scrunched up his nose. “When you feel that, then you make your move.”  
“So…that’s when you kiss her?” 
A laugh fell from Steve's lips, quick and surprised. Sunshine only widened her eyes but kept quiet.  
Kissing, crushes, impressing crushes with monster slugs, none of those things were her area of expertise. She had watched romance unfold in the movies her mother picked out, and Sunshine was in awe of the idea. The grand gestures, the quiet confessions, the kissing in the rain, seemed too good to happen to people in real life. Real life was clumsy and odd, or at least Sunshine’s was. She was too new to “real life” and trying to understand the ins and outs of romance didn’t seem like something she needed to add to her list. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t hang onto the idea for another time when she didn’t feel so much like a fish out of water.  
“Slow down Romeo,” Steve said. “Sure, some girls want you to be all hot and heavy like, I don’t know, a lion or something. But with other girls, you gotta be slow and stealthy like a ninja.” 
“What type of girl is Nancy?” asked Dustin. 
Nancy was the only girl her age that Sunshine knew well. She was smart and tough, pretty and soft-spoken. Sunshine had this assumption that most teenage girls were like that, a force to be reckoned with in pretty dresses.  
But, according to Steve, Sunshine was wrong about that too. 
“Nancy’s different. She’s not like other girls.” 
Shifting his attention, Dustin looked at Sunshine curiously. “What about you? What type of girl are you?” 
Sunshine had no clue. 
Before the year prior, Sunshine hardly felt like a person at all. She never had the time to ponder trivial yet monumental things in pre-teens and teenagers' lives like getting someone to like you.  
Ivy had though; Ivy was in love once, and Sunshine watched it play out from beginning to end.  
Ivy loved Three, even with all the anger that stirred around inside of her. Of course, it was a young, naive type of love that happened under the roof of Hawkins National Laboratory, but she never felt anything small. When Ivy hated, she could kill with a single stare and a twitch of her fingers. And when she loved, it was all-consuming.  
That kind of love almost seemed unbearable. To Sunshine, it seemed like a curse to love someone so much that when they died, a part of you did too. Or maybe that was simply what love was. It just sounded more painful than anything.  
When Three died, Sunshine watched Ivy crumble in a way she never thought someone so powerful could. 
The memories made her stomach ache. 
“I don’t know,” Sunshine said, truthfully. “I guess I don’t really get it, the whole relationship thing, yet.” 
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” sighed Steve, his lips pulled in a bitter frown. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” 
Glancing down at her hands, a sinking feeling knotted inside her gut. It was hard to imagine someone loving her the same way that Ivy and Three loved each other. They understood each other because they came from the same set of unfortunate circumstances. There was no need to explain their abilities or discuss nightmares from the Lab because they were actively living them together.  
Sunshine knew that wouldn’t be the case for her. If she wanted someone to love her, she’d have to spill all of her secrets. But she couldn’t even bring herself to tell her parents, let alone someone that had little obligation to believe her, trust her, or stick around. 
It was terrifying, she quickly realized at that moment, that her past and her abilities could make her impossible to love. 
“The girl I like is special too. There’s just something about her…” Dustin trailed off, a lightness to his voice and a blush stuck on his cheeks. 
“Whoa, hey.” Steve stopped walking, halting both Dustin and Sunshine. He turned to face Dustin fully, gazing down at the boy with a seriousness he wasn’t holding before. “You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?” 
Dustin sputtered out, “Uh, n-no. No.” 
“Good. Don’t,” Steve said. “She’s only gonna break your heart, and you’re way too young for that shit.” His mood fell even further, and both Sunshine and Dustin noticed. The latter slumped his shoulders and frowned, his mind drifting elsewhere as they continued on their journey. 
Maybe Steve was right, maybe love was too messy and complicated to be worth it. Maybe it was only meant for certain people, like Sunshine’s parents or Ivy and Three. 
A stronger gust of wind blew across their path, causing more leaves to shower down from their branches and dance across the dying grass. 
Sunshine dragged her mud-stained shoes along the overgrown railroad track and listened to the wind whistle, wondering how a place like the woods could still feel the slightest bit peaceful even though a monster potentially lingered within it. 
“Hey, Sunshine?” Dustin started. “Who’s Ivy?”  
His question caught her off guard and struck her right in the chest, nearly knocking the wind out of her. 
“What?” 
“Ivy,” Dustin repeated. “You talk in your sleep. Last night you said that name a couple of times.” 
The dream she had last night came back to her in broken pieces.
Usually, when she slept, she was swarmed with memories of the Lab, but she had hoped that for one night - while Steve and Dustin crashed on her bedroom floor - the nightmares would leave her alone. 
Hearing Ivy’s name said aloud by someone who wasn’t a child of Hawkins Lab was strange, and it struck a chord within Sunshine’s heart. So many of her memories, good and terrible, were broken up into more palatable pieces inside her brain. But nearly everything about Ivy was too clear in her memories. 
The way Ivy’s jet-black hair was allowed to grow out long enough to curl at the ends and hide the scars that littered the top of her head. How the girl’s lips were almost permanently pulled into a frown, except on the rare occasions when she sat beside Three or lay in Sunshine’s bed to tell her a story before they fell asleep. Ivy’s eyes held a sad kind of rage inside of them, unlike anything Sunshine had ever seen in anyone else. 
Everything about Ivy was stuck and forever stained in her mind as if the girl still stood in front of her. 
“Oh,” she breathed out. “Ivy was like El and me." 
Sunshine’s throat felt tight as she forced the words out. She could still feel someone grabbing her off the floor, their fingers digging into her as she tried to claw her way back to Ivy.  
“You mean, from the Lab?” Dustin asked as his curiosity grew. Sunshine nodded in response. “Cool! What superpowers did she have?” 
Sunshine tried to refocus on just Ivy; she tried to imagine the girl’s cold hand in her own, but the more she dwelled on their past, the safety Ivy brought her started to break apart even more. Instead of the rare smile on Ivy’s lips or the promises she whispered to Sunshine under the glow-in-the-dark stars on their ceiling, Sunshine’s mind was filled with violent images of blood smeared down the girl’s face the last time Sunshine saw her. The feeling of someone dragging them apart and the blare of sires made her skin crawl. It was enough to stop her in her tracks.  
Fingers grazed her arm, causing her to flinch away and rejoin the two boys in the woods rather than swimming in the memories. In front of her, Steve’s face was pinched with concern.  
“Are you alright?” he asked. 
Sunshine took a breath and nodded, reminding herself she wasn’t back in that place. She was fine and she was safe. “Yeah.” 
It was a lot. The memories, the dreams, and the fact that the children of Hawkins Laboratory only existed in her head was a lot for one person to handle.  
To those who worked at the Lab, the children were nothing but experiments, but Sunshine knew them for who they really were. They were just kids, lost together and locked up. She knew them. She knew the wishes they made on the glow-in-the-dark stars on their ceilings and their favorite toys in the Rainbow room. She knew how their bruised faces looked with a rare smile on them.  
Sunshine wanted others to know about them too; she wanted them to exist as more than ghosts that haunted her brain. But she could hardly find it in herself to utter their name aloud, let alone tell their stories. 
“So,” Dustin began. “There were others besides you and El?” 
“Yes,” Sunshine sighed. “Ivy was the oldest. She watched over us.” 
She didn’t know why it each word hurt as it escaped her mouth. It was like she was trying to wade through quicksand but with each word she threatened to sink faster.  
“What-” Dustin started to ask another question, but Steve shot him a pointed look that caused the kid to stop himself. For a moment, Dustin studied the look on Sunshine’s face, which she tried to warp into a look that told them she was fine. But Dustin was smart, and he set aside his line of questioning for another time.  
Instead, he cleared his throat and nodded his head in the direction they were heading in before Sunshine halted their journey. “We’re almost there. It’s right up there."
As he started to walk, putting some distance between himself and the two teens, Steve lingered at Sunshine’s side, sparing glances that burned into the side of her face until he asked, “Are you sure you're okay?” 
“Yeah,” she repeated, though not very convincingly. They had bigger issues at the moment, ones that include a potential monster on the loose.  
Yet, it was clear that Steve didn’t believe her answer. 
“I want to talk about them,” she confessed. “I don’t want to be the only person who remembers them. But it…it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be.”  
Steve nodded, doing his best to understand her nearly impossible situation. “Well,” he said, gently bumping his arm against hers. “When it’s not so hard to talk about it, I’ll be here to listen. And I think the kid will be too.” 
It was a simple gesture, but one that meant more to Sunshine than she was sure Steve understood.  
A small smile graced her lips as they continued to walk toward the junkyard, laying a trail for Dart to hopefully follow so they could get rid of the thing that did not belong in Hawkins, the thing that did not belong in their world. 
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