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Dream SMP Animal Rescue Center AU

The L’Manburg Animal Rescue Center (LARC) is a well-known institution dedicated to the well-being of all animals known to man. The facility receives animals from all over the world, and has staff fit for any creature that gallops, swims, flies, climbs, or runs into their care. With hundreds of acres of land at its disposal, the Rescue Center is equipped to care for animals that cannot be released back into the wild for as long as they may live. Come and visit with our season pass, or drop by anytime with admission tickets half off for the kids! Anyone 15 or older is welcome to come and volunteer their help towards these wonderful beings!

Alright, now that the official canon stuff is done, I’d like to make a few quick notes on pthis AU! First off, this was inspired by Dazenightmare’s Grocery store AU, so go check them out as well! If you have any idea or comments about this piece, the ask box is always open! Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and without further ado, I present my DreamSMP Animal Rescue Center AU!

-Liv💫

(P.s, I’ll be setting things up by showing the character’s official staff introductions first, and then my personal notes on them! This is how most things will be presented!)

Our Wonderful Staff!

Listed below is all of our fantastic employees, each with important and essential jobs to keep LARC running smoothly! If you ever need anything, they’ll be happy to help!

Even though they all have differing roles and places in the hierarchy, the staff have always been tight-knit friends, almost a family. But, like any family, they definitely have their spats! As I come to think of more stuff I might edit this, but so far the employees are Nihachu, Puffy, Eret, Philza, Fundy, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Quackity, Techno, Ranboo, Purpled, Ponk, Awesamdude, George, Dream, Sapnap, Bad, Skeppy, Karl, Hbomb, Jack, Jschlatt, Foolish, and Ant. (Official names for introductions are Niki, Cara, Eret, Phil, Floris, Wilbur, Tommy, Toby, Alex, Dave, Ranboo, Grayson, Ponk, Sam, George, Clay, Nick, Darryl, Zak, Karl, Liam, Jack, Johnathan, Noah, and Antfrost, in the same order as above. These are the real names of most of the characters, I couldn’t do the ones that haven’t done a name reveal. (I didn’t change Wilbur because it just did not feel right) If there’s a character you wanted to see that’s not here I’m sorry, it means I just don’t know enough about them. (I’m so sorry Punz fans, I’ll add him eventually but I’ve never watched him before and don’t want to improperly represent him!) The minors (Ranboo, Tommy, Tubbo, and Purpled) are technically volunteers and not employees, so they’ll be presented separately. I mention the Regulars (regular patrons) a couple times, these include other MCYTs! So keep an eye out for special appearances! Sadly, SBI is not canon in my AU. It just didn’t make much sense to me as I tried to write it, but if you want to interpret them as family you can! (They’re still very close, so they act just like a family even though they’re not related by blood!)

Clay - Clay is the manager of our facility, and has run it for 3 years now! He’s proven to be a capable and fun leader, and you can often find him wandering about with some other staff members! If you ever see him around, don’t be afraid to ask him for anything!

Dream - Since Dream is the founder and main leader of the SMP, making him the manager made the most sense! He kinda has two ‘settings’, his official business mode for when he needs to handle serious work, and his more chill mode he presents when he’s just hanging out with everyone. He’s never really pulled the ‘I’m your boss so listen to me blah blah’ thing before, he actually prefers to emphasize that he’s on the same level as anyone else, just with a fancy title. He’s only brought out his manager mode when it comes to his employees a few times before, like when one of Tommy’s pranks went too far, and when George was slacking off just a bit too much. Other than that, he’s a nice guy who considers all of his employees his friends, but he’s often busy with ‘manager things’ as he says.

George - Our trusty head of security, George is responsible for keeping our guests safe! He’s in charge of things like security cameras, patrols, and safety regulations regarding people. He’s often found manning the cameras or patrolling about! If you ever get lost or feel unsafe, he and the other security members are always ready to help!

George - He sleeps. A lot. When it says ‘often’ manning the cameras, that means always. Always manning the cameras, and 9 times out of 10 he’s sleeping. He patrols like, once a day for the bare minimum time purely because he has too. The only reason he isn’t fired at this point is because he has uncanny luck. Every time anything comes up that he’s needed in he’s always awake, without fail. Every time a crime (not really crimes more like petty stuff, vandalism and shoplifting from the souvenir stands) happens he always sees it. No one knows how, because he’s always sleeping anytime else. Despite that, he’s a pretty nice guy that everyone gets along with, and does his job good enough to keep people safe.

Nick, Sam, and Cara - Our loyal security guards, who faithfully patrol and protect! It”s their sworn duty to keep animals and people alike safe, and can always be turned to if needed! They can be found rotating between the different wings of the center, and are glad to help with any issue! You can easily identify their signature blue uniforms!

Sapnap - Since George is nearly always ‘occupied,’ Sap is usually the one who handles planning patrol routes and shift changes. Although he can definitely be mischievous or a jokester at times, he does take his job seriously. He’s kind to the little kids that visit, and likes to give them tours whenever Ponk and Eret are busy. He’s loved among the regulars, and knows them all by heart. He’s pulled his fair share of pranks (most often with Tommy, Skeppy, and even occasionally Dream to help him) but he takes care to not cause any serious damage. Overall, he’s a prankster, but he loves his job and fellow employees.

Sam - Although he’s officially a security guard, he’s more like the resident handyman. Whenever there’s a problem with any electrical or plumbing systems (usually the fault of Tubbo, the poor kid breaks everything he touches) Sam usually handles it. He’s reliable, he doesn’t pull jokes like Sapnap does, but he can respect a good one. Despite being rather intimidating at first, Sam is gentle and can often be found helping Ant with the birds or Wilbur with the gazelles. He cares deeply for everyone, especially Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Purpled, and helps protect people whenever a Karen comes into the picture. He’s the one who helps elderly people cross the busy paths and gives directions to lost tourists.

Puffy - When she was first hired, people wondered why she chose to be a security guard. She was gentle and kind, and tried to avoid any and all conflict. But when a group of teens were spray painting the reptile house, it became obvious. Those kids not only volunteered to clean it themselves, but asked if they could help clean up garbage around the paths while Puffy stood over their shoulders. She’s been famous for her lectures ever since, and can even get Techno and Tommy under her thumb. Her gentle side definitely helps, and because she’s far less intimidating than the other guards, she’s the one who helps lost kids find their parents. She’s confident in herself, and shows it. No one questions her while she’s on patrol, despite being the smallest of the guards, she’s one of the strongest.

Eret and Ponk - Our lovely tour guides, they’re in charge of all the tours around the facility, from the reptile room to the butterfly greenhouse! Whenever you book a tour, one of these two will be in charge! They’re kind and energetic, and can be found with the scheduled tours all over our institute!

Eret - Eret is the more comedic of the two, often slipping in sarcastic jokes here and there on the tour. He’s not afraid to hide who he is, and he’s well known among the regulars for wearing extravagant outfits every now and then. Of course you always have the occasional Karen, but the moment one starts to approach him one of the security guards ‘conveniently’ needs his help. Whenever there’s some sort of event like a holiday or birthday, Eret is usually the one who volunteers to plan it. His parties are legendary, everything is always planned to perfection, and always runs smoothly. No one knows how he does it, it’s like he can predict catastrophe before it even happens. Tommy is mildly scared of him because not one of his pranks has worked on him, he always manages to get out of it (While looking fabulous, of course!) Despite his sarcasm and nonchalant behavior, he loves his job and ‘family’ he’s found!

Ponk - Definitely the more energetic of the two, he never seems to run out of stamina when he gives tours. He’s popular with the little kids because he gives out little stickers at the end of the tour, most often custom ones of all the famous animals. Whenever he’s off duty, he has a game he plays where he mixes all of the vending machine drinks together and sees who’s brave enough to try it. Sam is usually the victim, he has a hard time saying no to him! He’s been known to join in the occasional prank here and there, but never anything crazy (Like the famous Tiger incident, Tommy got suspended for a month after that…) He really cares about all his friends, and always comes into work with a smile!

Zak and Darryl - Responsible for running the various shops around our rescue center, these two are dedicated workers who can always be relied on! They’re always willing to lend a hand, and can be found at their respective stores! Don’t be afraid to say hi or ask for help!

Skeppy - Most definitely cannot be always relied on. I mean, he’s Skeppy, what do you expect? Whenever he’s on duty he’s responsible enough, but when off duty he’s even more of a trouble maker than Tommy! His stand isn’t usually as busy as BBH’s, so he has a lot of free time to goof off. He uses most of that time to plan pranks or tease BBH, much to his annoyance. Despite Skeppy always teasing him, he considers BBH his closest friend and would do anything for him. He’s faced his fair share of consequences and punishment, but he’s always managed to weasel his way out. He’s crafty and a troublemaker, but he’s also a good friend and a loyal worker when it counts.

BBH - One of the most loved members of staff, he gets along with everyone he meets. He’s kind beyond measure, and never hesitates to help. Pretty much the opposite of Skeppy, who often annoys everyone. But opposites attract, maybe that’s why they get along so well! Whenever Sapnap and George are busy, Dream usually turns to BBH for help and advice. Since the stands aren’t busy all that often, BBH usually helps out wherever he’s needed, he especially loves helping Wilbur with the butterflies. Like Sapnap, he also gets along great with the little kids, who love to hang out with him! Because of Dream’s soft spot for him, he managed to get permission to bring his dog, Rat, into work to ‘help’ him at his stand.

Alex - Alex is our responsible janitor and handyman, always ready for anything that could happen! He’s hardworking and kind, with a good sense of humor! You’ll find him wherever he’s needed, always willing to help!

Quackity - Like I said, Sam is more of the resident handyman, so Quackity usually handles the cleaning. He tried to fix wiring on the meat freezer one time because Sam was busy, but it did not… end well… he somehow flooded the whole room. The introduction isn’t entirely wrong, he is responsible and hardworking, but he’s not exactly ready for anything that could happen. It’s not his fault, it just seems that no matter how much he prepares some new problem he’s never dealt with before comes up. Like when the peacocks escaped, or the infamous Tiger incident. (When he saw the destruction that caused he just dropped his mop and said “I’m taking my vacation time now, fuck this”) He still has his sense of humor though, he enjoys yelling at Karens in Spanish to scare them off. He’s yelling about the weather, but they can’t tell the difference.

Karl - Our fantastic admission worker, he’s the first face you see when you walk in! He’s in charge of admitting all of our guests, and to answer any questions you have before entering! He can be found at his booth helping anyone and everyone!

Karl - Still had his signature good attitude and positive outlook, he’s probably the most willing to help people. Since he’s the only admission booth worker (Schlatt occasionally takes over, but he’s usually busy with his own stuff) he doesn’t get much break time in the busy season, but when he does he usually spends it with his friends. He’s goofy and kind, with a giggle that quickly got him loved by the regulars and everyone else he meets. On the slower days, usually in winter when the tourists aren’t around, he likes to sit everyone down in the break room and tell grand stories about different points in history. These tales quickly became enjoyed by even the most reluctant members, much to his suprise. He’s a very skilled storyteller, but he’s also very humble and insists he’s mediocre. He’s a great guy and loved by everyone around him, the perfect first face to see when you enter LARC. Recently, however, people often catch him stealing glances at two certain individuals throughout the day…

Johnathan - Our loyal help desk worker, he’s here for any issues you may have during your time at LARC. He’s here for anything you need, from booking tours to answering questions. Johnathan is in charge of making sure your stay runs smoothly and is as enjoyable as possible! You can find him at his desk all throughout the day!

Jschlatt - I have no actual reason for why he has this job I just thought it would be funny. Out of all the members of the rescue center, he’s the one who’s mastered the customer service smile and voice the most. He’s kind of had to, considering what his job is. Surprisingly, it isn’t as hellish as it would seem. Most of the time it’s just people booking tours or asking simple questions, which doesn’t require that much interaction. Dealing with Karens is a rare occurrence, but not unheard of. He just hits them with the “Lady, I am not paid enough to deal with this. Either go talk to the manager or ask Karl for a refund, now at least move aside so I can do my damn job.” He has a lot of free time because of this, but he’s not allowed to leave his post so he just plays Solitare on his computer and chats with whoever’s nearby. Even though he’s sarcastic and reluctant, he is a good worker and gets the job done. He rarely shows it, if at all, but he does care for all of his fellow workers and enjoys his job because he gets to be around them.

Phil and Liam - Our specialized veterinarians are equipped for any animal that needs their care, from elephants to bats, scorpions to dolphins. They’re both capable and experienced, and can be found wherever they’re needed to do their jobs!

Philza - Definitely a capable vet, he’s probably people’s first choice when they need help. He’s worked at a few other places before LARC, but he insists that this is his permanent job until he retires. Although he tends to focus purely on work when on the clock, when he’s off duty he opens up a lot more. He enjoys out with everyone in the break room, most of all Wilbur, Tommy, Techno, and Ranboo. Sometimes his wife comes in to volunteer for a day, much to everyone’s enjoyment. Since Phil is the resident dad, she was named the official mom of LARC and was given a very fancy cardboard crown. Despite his reluctant behavior on the surface, he can be passionate at times… rarely. Very rarely. He once chugged one of Ponk’s concoctions from hell and walked away unscathed, mumbling “I drink more caffeine on my good days, try again with an extra 10 energy drinks mate.” Ponk has practically worshipped him since, no one had ever been able to take any of his drinks before Phil. Overall he’s a good natured guy who loves both animals and people, but tends to avoid the public paths because it’s so crowded.

Hbomb - More of Phil’s understudy than an official vet, he’s still learning quite a bit. That doesn’t mean he’s not capable, he’s great when he’s working on animals he’s familiar with or illnesses he’s dealt with dozens of times before. This is his first job as a veterinarian, and he found it quite overwhelming at first. Despite this, he quickly won over his fellow staff with his charm and humor. When asked who his best friend is, he jokingly answers “Fundy!” While Fundy violently shakes his head no in the background. He’s relatively carefree, but he can absolutely get serious when his skills are needed. He’s fine with not being the go-to guy to help with the animals, he’s content with helping Phil whenever he’s needed and sticking to the sidelines.

Niki - Our lovely Marine Biologist, she keeps the aquarium and other aquatic exhibits running smoothly. She’s an expert in her field, and we can go about our days knowing she has everything under control! She can be found most often in the aquarium, but keep an eye out for her around other exhibits!

Nihachu - Because the aquatic exhibits are the smallest and have the least amount of animals, Niki can usually run it smoothly. She’s passionate about her job, and has loved animals since she was very little. She originally joined LARC purely for experience, but as time went on she just… never left. She has no plans to either, she loves the strange family she’s found, and the constant flow of new animals keeps her on her toes when it comes to her passion. She never really wanted fame or riches from Marine Biology, she chose to do it because of her love for zoology. On her off time she usually hangs out with Puffy or Wilbur, since their jobs place them near her area. She’s a lovable and soft spoken, but can be serious when needed. She more than pulls her weight in LARC, and has proved herself many times over.

Dave - A spectacular zoologist who specializes in predators and their behavior, Dave handles even the most deadly of animals with calm mannership. He has experience with every apex predator, and treats every animal he cares for kindly. He may seem unapproachable, but he’s willing to help anyone who needs it. He can be found all around LARC, but most often by the big predators.

Technoblade - He has proved the statement “Technoblade never dies” many times over. Many. Times. Over. He’s faced bears head-on with no safety equipment (which is not good, please use safety equipment when around wild animals) and come out unscathed. All of the permanent predators at LARC that can’t be released have acknowledged him as an equal, and accepted him into their hierarchy. Even the most aggressive of the big cats hold respect for him, but not through fear. Techno refuses to ever, ever use fear as a tactic to win over animals. He claims it’s not right to rule over other beings through fear, especially such regal ones. He takes his job very seriously, and hates his interactions with animals interrupted. (Tommy did it once and he swears to never do it again.) He’s very skilled, but he often gets put aside when the inspector comes around every 6 months because of his refusal to use required equipment. He may still be as serious and no-nonsense as ever, but he holds his friends close. He doesn’t like to be in the public eye, so he stays as behind the scenes as possible. Like Jschaltt, he doesn’t show it much, but he cares for everyone in LARC.

Wilbur - The counterpart to Dave, Wilbur is our herbivore specialist at LARC! He’s responsible for the majority of the herbivores in our institute, from gazelles to horses! You can find him all around our facility, and if you’re lucky you might catch him feeding the animals!

Wilbur - He’s the opposite of Techno in a lot of ways besides just his job. Will actually likes to be in front of a crowd when doing his job, and even got Dream to add an official feeding time for the popular animals so people could come see. His intentions aren’t vanity though, he just likes seeing how happy it makes everyone. Because he cares for the majority of the animals at LARC, he can often be found with Phil and the other animal caretakers. He’s especially close to Phil and Tommy though, and Tommy often finds ways to change his schedule to be closer to him. (Tubbo usually follows Tommy, and then Ranboo follows Tubbo, it’s a whole chain reaction.) On his off time he occasionally causes mischief with other staff, but he’s chill most of the time. He cares a lot about all of the animals he cares for, and makes sure to form a bond with each and every one. Every now and then he brings his guitar to work, and can be found quietly strumming it and humming along in secluded places. Sometimes he even plays it in front of the animals, much to their confused enjoyment. He might be carefree most of the time, but he takes his work seriously and has a close bond with everyone at LARC.

Floris - Floris is our resident field specialist, here to use his experience to help wherever he can! He’s often one of the first to see new animals or release old ones, and always does it with a smile on his face! You don’t see him as often as the other animal caretakers, but he can be found throughout LARC!

Fundy - He’s been all over the globe since he graduated, since he got to study under a rather eccentric zoologist. No one knows why he decided to work at LARC and not somewhere more recognized, but they’re not complaining. Whenever he’s on break, he likes to retail all of his adventures in a dramatic manner, but no one knows if they’re true stories or not. Sometimes he shows proof of his escapades, but most of the time he leaves it up to everyone to decide for themselves. But whether his stories are true or not, he definitely has the experience of someone who’s travelled the world. No matter the animal, he seems to know how to predict their behavior perfectly. He’s as excitable and loud as ever, but he loves his job and all the creatures he’s gotten to work with. Oftentimes he’s in charge of keeping tabs on animal behavior, so he’s the first to note when something changes or goes wrong. He has journals full of notes on different animals, both from LARC and his time traveling. He’s definitely passionate and dramatic, but he’s also a good guy that just wants to help animals.

Antfrost - A fantastic mammalogist, he’s been at LARC for a few years now and has proven himself as a great scientist. He knows how to deal with a variety of mammals, from the tiniest bumblebee bats to the biggest elephants! If you ever have any questions, feel free to ask him!

Ant - Like Niki, this is his first real job in zoology. He was out in the field for about a year and a half, but he was basically an errand boy for the bigger names he was working with. That’s not to say he’s not skilled though, he’s fantastic at what he does. He often asks Fundy for his notes on the various animals to get to know them better himself, and has read the majority of his journals. He was timid around everyone at first, but he gradually got close to his fellow staff. It was the same when it came to big animals, Wilbur had to help him during his first time with the elephants, giraffes, and other large mammals. But soon he got used to them, and now he spends most of his time with animals. He has no plans to leave LARC, he’s found that this job is more than enough to keep him busy and happy. He’s a bit shy, but when he opens up he enjoys being around everyone.

Jack and Noah - These two, although not often seen, and essential for keeping everything running like a well-oiled machine! From lending a hand wherever it’s needed to helping prepare food, Jack and Noah work tirelessly behind the scenes to make sure everything is a-ok! If you ever do spot them, they’re ready to help with whatever you need!

Jack - The more experienced of the two, he’s been working at LARC for a long time now. He can be mischievous at times, but he’s responsible and knows his job is important. He struggles a bit to be close to everyone, despite the fact he’s been at LARC for a long time. He’s acquainted with most of the staff, but he’s not sure if he can really call anyone a close friend. He does have a good relationship with Tommy and Niki, but they always have so much going on and often overlook Jack. He grins and bears it though, keeping his loud and comedic attitude. He’s often all business and work, but there are times he wishes he could just be friends with everyone, and envies the very social members of staff like Quackity and Tommy. He may be a bit distant from everyone, but he still gets along with them… at least that’s what he always tells himself. He’s a bit stubborn, but overall a good guy who’s willing to help

Foolish - Foolish has only been working at LARC for a few months now, but he’s already made quite a few friends, both animal and human. When he’s working he tends to stick to himself, but when on break he enjoys hanging out with others and having casual conversation. He actually has a little corner of the break room for his hobby, making mini-models! He’s very good at it too, he has an intricate Egyptian setup that everyone likes to ogle at every now and then! Every so often he stays after for a bit to work on them, and no one has the heart to disturb him when he gets into it. He spends a lot of time with the animals, especially the aquatic ones. He seems to be drawn to the aquarium, and he’s often caught staring at the ocean tank. He’s positive and high energy most of the time, but he’s not to be underestimated.

Our Volunteers!

Volunteering is open for anyone interested in working at LARC non-officially, as long as you follow our rules and are 15 or older! Our current volunteers are

Toby

Tommy

Grayson

Ranboo

This is subject to change at any time! If you’re interested in signing up to be a volunteer, contact us either through our official website or our in-person help desk!

Volunteers aren’t allowed to be up close to any of the large or dangerous animals for their own safety!

We hope to see new volunteers soon!

Tubbo - He breaks. Everything he touches. Much to Quackity’s dismay, who’s often stuck cleaning it up. He doesn’t mean to break things, he just… does. Despite being quiet and even shy at times, Tubbo is without a doubt the most chaotic person in the entirety of LARC. He doesn’t pull off jokes or pranks like Tommy and Skeppy, he just subtly radiates chaos wherever he goes. He and Tommy are in charge of helping the westward wing (The area with the Africa, North America, and Insect House exhibits, as far away from the Aquarium as possible because Tubbo will break everything) and occasionally the Reptile House. A volunteer’s work isn’t exactly exciting, they mainly cut up and prepare food and do whatever Jack and Foolish are too busy to. Tubbo doesn’t really mind though, he finds the work rewarding and even fun at times. Even when the food he has to prepare is especially gross, some time helping Wilbur with the beehives always makes him happy.

Tommy - Oh man, Tommy… what problems hasn’t he caused? It seems that everywhere he goes he can manage to cause trouble, often roping Tubbo and Wilbur into it. It’s a miracle he hasn’t been fired yet (can you fire a volunteer? I don’t know) despite everything he’s done. He did get suspended for a long time after the Tiger Incident, but that’s the worst punishment he’s faced. He’s also not allowed to be near any of the people that come to LARC because last time he went “Vlogging” and scared away multiple guests. That was Jschaltt’s busiest day and he still has not forgiven him for it. He’s often stuck behind the scenes with Tubbo preparing food, but every now and then Wilbur, or even Techno if he’s lucky, lets him help feed the animals. When he’s off duty he can be found pestering Wilbur, Phil, and Techno or getting yelled at by Dream for causing problems. Despite being nothing but a troublemaker, everyone around him can’t help but have a soft spot for him. And on rare occasions, you can catch him leaving gifts for people to show his thanks for dealing with him.

Purpled - Probably the most laid back of the Volunteers, he’s actually allowed within 40 feet of the Tiger enclosure. (Although he has been known to solve problems by chasing people with a foam sword and yelling “Bedwars!!”) Since Tommy and Tubbo are usually on food duty, Purpled’s the one who delivers stuff to various places around LARC. This results in two things, no one ever being able to find him when they need him and him randomly appearing behind people when they least expect it. Seriously, he’ll just appear out of thin air to scare the shit out of you 5 minutes after you need him. He doesn’t even try to do it, he just… does, somehow. He’s a good worker though, and doesn’t complain much. He somehow managed to convince Dream to get an Xbox for the break room, and every break he gets he challenges random members of staff to a game of bedwars. He beat almost everyone without a hitch, except Technoblade. Currently they’re tied at 38 wins each, and Ranboo brought in a whiteboard to keep track. He may be a bit reluctant, but he likes LARC and can’t see himself leaving anytime soon.

Ranboo - Probably the most shy of the Volunteers, he tends to keep to the background and avoids the big, public areas. Because he’s the gentlest (and the most trustworthy) of the helping staff, he’s usually the one who gets the jobs involving animals. This usually includes helping Niki give the ducklings baths and feeding the deer with Wilbur, but like it says he’s not allowed near any potentially dangerous animals. He’s the tallest person at LARC (but by far the kindest) which results in him often scaring the animals at first, much to his dismay. Because he’s also on the taller side, Wilbur taught him a few tricks to seem less intimidating, which helped greatly. When he does open up a bit (usually around Tommy and Tubbo) he can be a bit mischievous and chaotic, but he knows when to stop. He hopes to become an official member of LARC one day, but for now he’s content with being just a volunteer.

Remember, LARC always welcomes guests, new or returning! We hope to see you soon!

Thank you guys so much for reading, this AU took me waaayyyyyy too long to write, and I’m psyched to finally have it done! I’d be super happy to answer any asks you guys leave, or any questions you have in the comments! Again, thank you so much, and I hope you enjoyed!

-Liv 💫

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all was golden when the day met the night

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for @hearteyesforbuck (it’s for EVERYONE but definitely for eli)

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Eddie’s bad at words.

He can talk, of course, will happily go on for hours about how great Christopher’s latest art project is, can give a sermon about the Rangers’ chances of winning the World Series. But when it comes to discussing what’s happening in his brain, the gloomy, sticky parts that follow him around and keep him awake, he clams up. Keeps them locked in because it’s easier than exposing to anyone just how gross it all is, how dark everything is, how dark he is. He wants to talk about things, he does. Wants to make sure Chris knows that he should talk about his feelings, especially the bad ones. And he does his best to be open with him as well, but he’s the only one he seems to be able to do that with. Anyone else — his parents, Abuela, Shannon — he just...can’t. He’d rather save them the trouble.

Eddie’s bad at words, but he’s good at flowers.

He partially blames Abuela for making him spend hours with her in her garden when he was a kid. She taught him different planting methods, how to cut the flowers so they stayed alive longer, and a few basic meanings she learned from Good Housekeeping. After his first tour, they didn’t have the money for him to even try and get into med school, so he got a job at a local flower shop to help with their landscaping team. The owner, Mrs. Negrelli, saw he was better with the roses than the mulch and took him under her wing, teaching him everything she knew. When she retired shortly after Shannon left, she handed him a check with a lot of zeros and said, “It’s time to go plant your own seeds.”

So he did. The Greenhouse has been up and running for just over a year, and it may very well be the best year Eddie’s had in a long time. They’re in a small plaza just outside of LA proper, with an apartment above the shop that makes early morning deliveries much less horrible. Chris is doing great in school (“very popular and excellent in all subject areas”, according to his homeroom teacher) and he’s made some good friends with the other local business owners. It’s the peaceful, quiet life he always dreamed of having when he finally got out of the Army.

Peaceful except for—

“Morning, Diazes!”

“Dad! Buck’s here!”

Eddie pokes his head through the doorway from the back room in time to see his son crash into his friend’s legs, Buck scooping him up and throwing him over his shoulder. Chris laughs loudly, echoing through the whole shop, and starts talking animatedly about his latest drawing when Buck sets him on the counter. He listens intently, throwing a wink towards Eddie when he catches him lingering a few feet away.

As usual, Eddie has to school his face into something other than heart eyes as he watches the two chat. Buck’s in his standard uniform of ripped black jeans that hug his thighs in all the right places and a t-shirt featuring some grungy rock band he’s never heard of. He’s a stark contrast against the rows of hyacinths and magnolias currently on the wall, and Eddie feels a blush rise on his cheeks as he tries (and fails) to stop staring.

When he first met Buck, he was pretty sure he was getting robbed. When a six foot whatever stranger in all black and combat boots and covered in tattoos comes barreling into your newly opened flower shop, that’s kind of the first place your mind goes. He had 9 and 1 dialed on his phone before the stranger ran up to the counter and frantically asked, “What kind of flowers can I buy to apologize to my very intimidating adoptive mother for sideswiping her brand new car?”

Eddie figured an actual criminal would have bigger problems to worry about than his mom’s Nissan.

They formally met the next day, when Buck came to thank him for the bouquet (a small arrangement of broom for humility and common rue for regret; all the yellow tended to make people happier and more likely to forgive you for being a dumbass). He told Eddie he could come by the shop anytime for a tattoo, on the house.

He’d been in Armageddon Tattoo when he was first looking for a space, had met Maddie, the co-owner, and Chimney, their head artist. If he had known the other co-owner looked like Buck, he would have signed the lease much faster. Faster still once he saw how quickly and easily he and Chris got along.

A year on and Buck’s in the shop almost every day, either to buy a bouquet or to give Chris tips on a drawing or to complain about an annoying customer who changed their mind about a design after it was halfway done.

For all the peace that Eddie’s found, Buck is the one chaotic spot that keeps his reflexes in check. He’s a microburst, a runaway firework, an ATV rolling through a field of wildflowers. He blasts his music as he drives in in the mornings, and he opens doors so hard they almost fall off their hinges.

Eddie is painfully, unbearably in love with him.

Which is funny, really, because his whole life, Eddie has always been “the good guy” or “the good son” or “the good soldier”. He was homecoming king, set multiple records on courses in Basic, and became Staff Sergeant quicker than any of his superiors had seen in years. He was always by the book, always tried to be the best, and he usually was the best.

Until he wasn’t. Until his brain was so full of sadness and horrors that it was a battle to get out of bed each day. Until he was missing so much of Chris’s life that he might as well not have been in his life at all.

Until he wasn’t enough.

His marriage crumbled from there. He knew any path he and Shannon tried to take to move forward would be foggy with the guilt of all he hadn’t done in the past to help their family, so when she left, he didn’t go after her. And that guilt — knowing that he could have fixed it if he tried, if he had just been better — follows him wherever he goes now. He second guesses himself with Chris all the time because he knows one wrong move will lead to whispers among the PTA moms about the single dad who isn’t doing it right. He almost withdrew his lease application for the shop four times because he was constantly worried that it wouldn’t work, that he’d invest all this money and time and effort and it wouldn’t matter. He had done things by the book for so long because that was supposed to be how he succeeded. But now the books are empty and he’s in free fall, hoping he finds a soft landing before splatting on the asphalt.

When he met Buck, the complete antithesis to doing anything “by the book”, a voice whispered in his head that’s your landing. He’s the opposite of everything Eddie knew how to be, and that was thrilling to see. Freeing. To see someone living a happy life by making their own way and not giving a shit what anyone else thought. Not to mention that he was gorgeous, a gentle soul armored in chains and ink, and so unabashedly himself that he drew everyone to him like a magnet.

So Eddie fell, hard but quietly. Because on top of all that, Buck is the best friend he’s made since moving to LA, and he’ll be damned if he screws that up for himself or for Chris.

He finally gets himself moving to the counter, pulled by that damn magnet, where Buck is now showing Chris his latest tattoo — a small skull with a string of roses weaving in and out of the eye sockets and mouth on his right bicep.

“Does it mean anything?” Chris asks, running a small finger over it, taking in the detail.

“Chim says so, went on and on about how it symbolizes life after death and blah blah blah. I just thought it looked cool.”

“Peach blossoms would have been better.” Eddie mutters absently, eyes glued to Buck’s arm and the pale skin under the ink. He blinks as his words register, meeting Buck’s eyes and internally wincing. Thankfully, Buck just looks amused, not mad. “They’re a sign of longevity and immortality in some Eastern cultures. Would’ve fit the life after death idea a little better.”

“See, this is why I need you and your flower wisdom on retainer at the shop. You’d save me a lot of time researching, and our stuff would be even cooler because it would make sense.” He leans down to stage-whisper to Chris. “Between you and me, I think roses are the only flowers Chim knows how to do anyway.” Chris giggles, and Eddie huffs out a laugh too.

“Any real flowers today, Buck?” Eddie asks. He grabs the craft paper, already knowing the answer.

“Of course! Whatever feels right to you.”

Buck gets a bouquet for the shop about once a week, claims they’re good for inspiration and help some of the more nervous clients relax among the black leather chairs and tattoo guns. Sometimes he has very specific requests (“I just want orange. Like so much orange you could die.” or “Someone asked for tulips on their arm, can I get those in every color so I can practice?”), other times he tells Eddie to put together “whatever feels right”. At first, Eddie never put too much thought into those, just used whatever he was running low on and still looked okay together. But one day, one particularly dark day, when all Eddie was doing was feeling, he took Buck’s words to heart. It was a pretty morbid bouquet — cyprus for despair, peonies for the anger that never seemed to leave him, vervain as a plea to whoever was listening to protect him from the evils of his own mind. His internal mess must have been written all over his face too, because when he handed the flowers to Buck, he just looked at him for a while, like he could feel the sadness that Eddie had physically given him, like he knew the weight of what he was holding, even though Eddie knew he didn’t really. When he said thank you, it was more sincere than usual, laced with something like empathy that Eddie wasn’t ready to look at too closely.

Buck kept those flowers alive for three weeks, said he just couldn’t bear to let them go.

Luckily for everyone, Eddie is in a much less terrible place this week. With his son’s laughter still floating in his mind, he puts together crocuses and daisies, youthful joy and innocence, and ties them together with a dark blue ribbon, Chris’s favorite color. He wraps them in paper and hands them to Buck, who beams as he helps Chris down from the counter.

“Oh, these are beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the man who arranged them.” Eddie feels his cheeks get red and sees Buck’s smile turn smug. “How much do I owe for this masterpiece?”

“Please, you haven’t paid for anything here in months.” Eddie stopped charging while he was only using almost bad flowers, and told Buck as much. He just didn’t tell him when he started using the good stuff.

“I know, but I’m a gentleman, I always have to try. Remember that when you’re older, buddy.”

“I will.” Chris replies. “Dad, we’re gonna be late for school.”

“Okay okay, go grab your backpack.” Chris heads towards the back room as Buck heads towards the front door.

“Well, I’m off to stab people with needles for fun. See you later, boys! Bye Hen!”

Eddie whips his head around and sure enough, there’s Hen, leaning on the far side of the counter, looking far too smug for Eddie’s liking.

“When did you get here?”

“My shift started 20 minutes ago, boss. Glad I got here in time for the show.”

“The show?”

“Yeah, the show. You really should get an Oscar or something for how hard you act like you’re not head over heels for that man.”

Eddie’s jaw drops and Hen cackles. He doesn’t even have time to explain himself before Chris returns with his backpack and starts shoving Eddie towards the door.

“Don’t worry,” Hen calls as she opens the register for the day, “at least you’re cute when you blush!”

Eddie pointedly ignores Chris’s questioning look as he drives, his face and neck still blazing.

He can only hope Buck is less perceptive than Hen. If not, they’re going to have to move cities. Maybe countries. Maybe to the moon.

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misssophiachase · 4 years

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The Luck of the Draw

For @klaroline-events KC Bingo - Sketchbook - On FF and AO3

Klaus loses his sketchbook at school and Caroline (his sister’s best friend) finds it. The problem is it contains drawings of her and Caroline has enlisted his help to track down its owner. What could possibly go wrong?

“I need you now.”

“I know I’m amazing, but…”

“Would you just shut up and get in here?’

“If you wanted a tour of my bedroom, all you needed to do was ask, sweetheart.”

“Shhhhh,” she hissed, pulling him inside the room and shutting the door behind them. “Do you want the whole house to hear you, Mikaelson?”

“Says the girl who invited herself into my bedroom.”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention all night. What did you think I was doing under the dinner table?”

“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t exactly sure if that was you or Arabella doing that,” he smirked. Arabella was the Mikaelson’s pet cat. Although friendly, Klaus knew exactly who was doing the rubbing. “Now, is there a point to all the dramatics, Forbes?’

“You infuriate me.”

“Enough with the compliments, love,” Klaus replied lazily, lying on his bed and placing his hands behind his head.

“You promised to help me find, well you know.”

“If we knew who it was you wouldn’t need my help.” Her response was an exaggerated eye roll. “Fine, I don’t have anything for you.”

“Unbelievable.”

“To be fair, you only brought me this proposition a couple of days ago. I need time to track down that kind of information.”

“Okay, calling it a proposition, which it so isn’t, makes it sound untoward,” she shot back. “How difficult is it to ask around?”

“Artists aren’t like cheerleaders and jocks; we do things differently. You know less flashy and more…”

“Sullen and brooding?”

“I personally take offence to that.”

“Says the broody guy who called me flashy,” she muttered. “How difficult is it to ask all your arty people if they’ve lost a sketchbook? One that just happens to have drawings of me on every page.”

Hearing that reminded Klaus just what was at stake here.

Sure, he’d lied when she’d brought him the sketchbook. He’d been looking for it for days when she presented it to him after finding it on the bleachers post cheer practice.

After kicking himself mentally for leaving it in such a public place, Klaus assumed she’d worked out it was his and was madly trying to decide out how to explain himself.

Sure, it probably looked creepy to an outsider, but Klaus had been sketching her for the last two years.

Given Rebekah had told him in no uncertain terms “to keep his mitts off” her friends, he had no choice but to draw her instead. Klaus considered it his way of dealing with his unrequited feelings.

They were worlds apart in the school hierarchy. Caroline was a junior and did pretty much every extracurricular activity on offer. Klaus, a senior, liked his space far too much to go to football games and parties. He much preferred spending time with his few close friends, reading books and drawing.

What he wasn’t expecting was for Caroline to ask his help in tracking down the sketchbook’s owner. At first, he considered coming clean but then had no idea how he’d explain himself so went with the alternative.

Tracking down someone who didn’t really exist.

What Klaus hadn’t expected was to have so much fun being around her. He knew she was beautiful, intelligent and all-consuming but the past few days had given him a glimpse of what could be. Or, given his sister’s views, what could have been.

Although, Klaus wasn’t going to let those thoughts get in the way. He was having far too much fun to stop now. One thing, however, had alluded him. What were here plans once she discovered the secret artist?

“I’m curious, Forbes. What exactly do you plan on doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Once you find your mystery artist, what happens next?”

“I, uh,” she faltered, her blue eyes filled with uncertainty. “I suppose I haven’t worked that out yet.”

“Why’s that?’ Klaus asked, hoping his voice didn’t sound as desperate as it felt.

“Caroline! Where are you?” Rebekah’s voice pierced the air. Even with his door shut she could still be heard. “I need help removing this face masque before it decides to stick on me for good.”

“Quelle horreur,” he joked in French, earning a knowing smile from her best friend. “Sounds like you better go tend to the screaming banshee given this disaster could rival the Titanic.”

“I’m not finished with you.”

“I kind of figured,” he nodded thinking that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing at all. With another eye roll and a hair toss for good measure, she made her way towards the door. “Next time try and refrain from accosting me in my bedroom though, love.”

“You wish, Mikaelson,” she retorted, turning around one last time before pulling the door closed behind her.

He really did wish.

It was only after she’d left, leaving a scent of vanilla and strawberries in her wake, that Klaus realised he already missed her.

2 days later

“What exactly are we doing here?”

“Why are you whispering? This isn’t the library last time I checked.”

Klaus had suggested they stake out the school’s art studio at lunch to try and track down her sketchbook owner. Yes, he was lying, but couldn’t resist being around her without the whole school watching them.

She’d been texting him a lot the past day and they’d fallen into their usual banter via cell phone. If he knew how fun this would have been he’d have started much earlier.

C: How does someone draw like this?

K: Like what?

C: I always thought my stick figures were lifelike but then I saw these.

K: Stick figures get way too much criticism if you ask me.

C: Now you’re just being facetious.

K: That’s a big word for such a little girl.

C: It’s okay, I’ll buy you a dictionary so you can look it up, Mikaelson.

“So, this is where everything happens?” She asked, looking around at the myriad of paints and brushes, easels and canvases. Klaus liked the art studio, he found it incredibly relaxing and tranquil.

“You mean the painting?”

“No, dumbass, I mean the brooding.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re hilarious?” He teased, swatting her playfully with a paint brush.

“All the time,” she replied deadpan. “I’m thinking of majoring in drama at college.”

“Well, you have that drama queen thing going for you.” She gave him a look which clearly said he’d gone too far. “I’m not saying you’ll win an Academy Award for best dramatic performance though, that has my sister written all over it.”

“I’ve never understood how you two are related,” Caroline mused. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I love Rebekah, but she’s so loud and bossy and you’re…”

“Not?”

“Obviously you missed out on that and she missed out on the smart-ass gene,” she laughed, her whole face lighting up. Klaus loved watching her love, hell he loved watching her do anything.

She was wearing her cheerleading uniform as there was a game that night. Her blonde waves were piled into a high ponytail and the school colours only made her eyes that much bluer.

“So, how are we going to find this mystery person when no one is here?”

“That’s the whole point,” he insisted. “Take a look around and see if anyone’s artwork looks familiar.”

“Where’s your work?”

“Why?” He asked curiously but also probably too quickly. Was she onto him?

“Well, we’ve known each other all this time and I’ve never seen your work,” she offered. “You must be pretty good if you’re going to RISD after graduation.”

“How do you know about that?” Klaus was shocked, although they saw each other frequently he didn’t think she ever actually saw him.

“Your sister must have mentioned it,” she murmured. Klaus noticed a slight blush cross her cheeks and decided it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “So, I, uh, guess I should take a look around.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he only just managed to get out.

“Not many stick figures and here I thought I had a future in art.”

“I can teach you.” It just came out before Klaus had time to process his offer. Maybe it was a stupid thing to suggest but it was too late now.

“I might be a lost cause,” she admitted.

“Come on, let’s give it a try.”

“Now?”

“Well, there’ll be less embarrassment if you draw a stick figure without the judgmental, brooding artist crowd watching.” Before she could argue, he’d moved in behind her, placing a sketchpad on the desk and a pencil in her hand.

He was trying to ignore just how good she felt against his chest. He noticed her breath quicken, hoping for even just a second that she felt even a shred of what he did for her.

“Okay, so point the pencil towards the paper,” he instructed, placing his hand over hers and tilting it slightly. Her skin was just as soft as it looked. “This is how you need to hold it.”

“So, that’s what I was doing wrong all this time,” she teased. He smiled against her hair, thinking just how comfortable he felt, his hand guiding hers gently to the paper.

Later that night

“I thought football games were a waste of time,” she teased, approaching him on the bleachers. The crowds were long gone, the field empty. “I seem to recall you saying something only a few days ago about cheerleaders and jocks being too flashy.”

“Well, if the shoe fits,” he muttered. “I was bored, what can I say?”

“Did you at least catch my halftime act?”

“I did actually,” he smiled, thinking he quite liked what he saw. The pure athleticism on display was impressive and it didn’t hurt that she looked beautiful doing it. “Those spirit fingers had to be my favourite part though.”

“Uh, huh,” she growled sarcastically. “I knew you were secretly watching Bring It On when you thought Rebekah and I didn’t notice.”

“In my defence, Finn and Elijah watched it too and I had a crush on the Clover’s Captain.”

“Wow, he even remembers the team name,” she laughed, taking a seat and putting her pom poms down. “You sure do like this spot.”

“Excuse me?”

“On the bleachers. I remember you used to watch me and Rebekah practice before try-outs from here. I could tell you weren’t really interested but it meant a lot that you did it for Rebekah.”

“It wasn’t just for Rebekah, Caroline,” he murmured, his gaze now downward, finally finding her red pom poms a much needed distraction.

“The reason this spot stands out to me is not just because of that,” she said, moving closer. “This also happens to be where I found the mystery sketchbook.”

“Really? What a coincidence.”

“You know, I don’t think it was, Klaus,” she pressed. “I know it’s your sketchbook.”

“You do?” He asked, finally looking up into her eyes.

“I’ve known since I found it and looked inside,” she admitted. “It seemed too much of a coincidence that it was in this spot and those sketches were of me.”

“So, you were testing me?” He asked, suddenly put out that she’d known and didn’t feel the need to be honest. Klaus felt stupid enough about her finding them as it was.

“Maybe,” she murmured. “But not for the reason you think.”

“Why then?’

“Remember in your bedroom the other night, you asked me what I’d say to the person who owned the sketchbook?” He nodded by way of response, unable to get much else out given what was transpiring. “I didn’t know because it was yours.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course I knew what I wanted to say but I guess I but didn’t know if you wanted to hear it,” she admitted.

“Why would you think that?”

“You didn’t own up to it, I thought maybe you didn’t feel...”

“Feel what?”

“Hey, no fair! You’re the one who drew the most beautiful pictures that, by the way, I’ve only looked at hundreds of times. Which gave me all these feelings and emotions and I’m the only one having to fess up?” She was rambling but Klaus thought it was so adorable it didn’t matter.

“I think what you wanted to say is exactly what I wanted to say back to you.”

“This conversation has become awfully confusing but what I think you might be trying to say is...”

“I love you, Caroline Forbes.” She was silent for a moment, obviously processing not only his interruption but what he’d admitted. Maybe he’d gone too far?

“Wow,” she whispered. “Way to steal a girl’s thunder.”

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

“How about we stop talking all together and do something else instead?” She grinned, looping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “But for the record, I love you too.”

“Rebekah is going to kill me, isn’t she?”

“You’re really thinking about your sister right now? Just shut up and kiss me, Mikaelson.”

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liannyeong · 4 years

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Unfinished #2

Summary: A collection of unfinished fics. The main theme is inequality between the rich and poor, and gender stereotypes, though poorly challenged lol. Also, mechanic!Jaebeom hehe

Word count: 3109

Pairing: Jaebeom X OC

Warning(s): Angst

A/N: I had this idea back in 2017, inspired by the song ‘Uptown girl’.

"Hey, Jaebum! Come over here for a minute!"

Jaebum sighs. He stares at the engine longingly, as if it could help him think of the solution to the car. He ran several tests on the vehicle, yet he seemed not be able to get the engine to function normally.

"Hey Jaebum!" Mark shouts from across the workshop again.

"Just a moment!" Jaebum yells back. Jaebum slams the hood shut and pulls out a cloth from his back pocket. He wipes his greasy hands and arms as he approaches the red-haired male. Mark has his crimson hair slicked back, the sleeves of his blue uniform rolled above his elbows. For a mechanic, he's probably the most scrawny person ever, but no one knows better than to mess around with him. Anyone who ever gets on his bad side will never look at people his size the same way again.

"Meet the new mechanic!" Mark says cheerfully as he gestures to the person next to him. Jaebum raises his brows at the sight of the new mechanic, before flicking his eyes back at Mark. The older male doesn't seem to get Jaebum's incredulous look. Or even he does, he doesn't show it.

"A girl. Nice," Jaebum spells it out for Mark.

The girl seems to be taken aback from his comment. Her smile previously faltered a little. Her mouth opens to say something but Mark beats her to it. "What's wrong with that?"

"It's just that... A girl... A mechanic... Sounds like a weird combination to me," Jaebum shrugs.

"Why, does my gender bother you?" the girl snaps this time, much to Jaebum's surprise. He stares at the female, wide-eyed, as if she just did something miraculous in front of him. How dare she speak to him like that? His expression schools into something like annoyance. He folds his arms, leaning in closer.

"No female works in a place like this."

"Hey, hey," Mark tries to intervene the heated atmosphere, a hand pressed against Jaebum's chest.

"Well then, I'm not like other girls!" Her face turns a little red, and Jaebum cannot help but laugh at her expression. She reminds him of a child who throws a tantrum when he doesn't get a toy he wants.

"Sure," Jaebum's tone lowers as he challenges the female, "let's see if you can stand working here for a week."

Eyebrows furrowed together, her tone sharper, she questions, "Are you looking down on me?"

"Why? Can't handle it?" Jaebum sneers. "Then why don't you go home and cry to your mommy if you're not up for this?" He waves his hand mockingly.

"Alright, that's enough!" Mark bellows, shoving the younger male away with a glare that means "I'll deal with you later". He then turns to the female, bringing her away from Jaebum. Her eyes linger on the black-haired male, her eyes darker and there's a flame behind it that Jaebum reckons as anger. Mark ushers her around the workshop, doing a tour for her.

Jaebum doesn't waste his time and heads back to the car he was working on earlier.

---

"The heck's your problem?" Mark snarls. He keeps his volume low, considering the female is in earshot. From the clinking sounds in the workshop, Jaebum guesses she has already started working on her first vehicle. There's no one else in the workshop apart from the three of them. Jackson, their boss and their friend, was out of town for a little business trip.

"The girl's the problem. She's not fit for the job," Jaebum spits, not bothered if she could hear him.

"How do you know that? You've never seen her work before!"

"She's a girl!" Jaebum growls. The red-haired male was about to argue back but Jaebum gives him no chance. "This is a car workshop, Mark! How is that puny kid gonna handle all the work here? She's probably gonna collapse one day! We're running a business, for goodness' sake! Not some stupid fairytale that has princes saving the princess' ass all the time!"

Mark scoffs. "Seriously? That's your reason? I'm starting to wonder who is the real girl here."

Jaebum rolls his eyes, mumbling curses under his breath. "How the heck did you even get this kid?"

"I didn't. She came to me, bringing a recommendation letter from Jackson."

Jaebum frowns. Jackson sent her? Then it would mean that-

"That just shows how good she is. Don't you think so?" Mark smiles, clapping his shoulder. "Give her a chance. Who knows, you might come around to like her." He winks, and Jaebum raises his arm across his chest as if he's going to hit the older male. The red-haired just laughs, ruffling Jaebum's hair, and walks away.

---

Days and weeks went by and Jaebum still doesn't change his way of treatment towards her. No, it's not that he hates her. In fact, it's their way of interaction. Jaebum has soften towards the female, that's for sure. He teases her a lot, and they do still bicker frequently too, but both of them knows that it's nothing personal. Their friendship was born on bickering and arguments, and it continues to stay that way.

He's no longer skeptical of her abilities for she has proven her expertise. She's able to diagnose the problem and provide the solution quicker than anyone in the workshop. She doesn't have any problems carrying the tires around or any other tools too. If anything, she's the most competent in the job, but Jaebum will never say that aloud.

Mark and Jackson has become more comfortable around her - in fact, way too comfortable - joking around with her. She smiles and laughs a lot around them too. Her laughter rings in the air, not as high pitched as Mark's or as hysterical as Jackson's, but it's there. There's elegance in the way she laughs, now that Jaebum realizes, and there's elegance in the way she moves and acts. While the girls in the neighborhood laughs normally, she doesn't. She has a hand over her mouth as she laughs. It's as if it's a sin if she were to show her mouth as she laughs. Jaebum finds it weird, but he decides not to care anyway. Besides, why the hell is he even paying so much attention on her?

"You like her, don't you?" Mark said one day, cheek resting against his palm, as he watched the black-haired does his work.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jaebum questioned back, annoyance evident in his tone.

"I see the way you look at her. It's obvious, Jaebum." A knowing grin plastered on the older male's face, and Jaebum wanted nothing but to scrub it away.

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me," the red-haired said as he patted his chest. He sent the younger a wink, to which Jaebum rolled his eyes and threw a dirty and greasy cloth at his face. Mark only laughed as he threw it back.

"Jaebum! Let's have dinner at the diner after this!" Mark yells from the other side of the workshop, breaking Jaebum from his reverie. His mind snaps back to reality and Jackson's screeching laughter finally flows into his ears. His eyes float from Mark to Jackson, who is playfully joking around with her. It's as if Jackson is just a child in the workshop, not the boss. Her lips are curled up into a huge smile, her eyes crinkling into crescents and Jaebum feels both warmth and a twinge in his heart. Jaebum's eyes fleet back to Mark, who already has a knowing look on his face. Jaebum ignores it, holding up an 'okay' sign and nothing more.

---

Jaebum hears her name being called by a voice rather deep yet calming and soft. He looks up to see a male standing over at their table, eyes blinking at the female. He's tall and lean, black shirt tucked into his denim jeans. His hair is carded back and a pair of glasses is perched on the bridge of his nose.

"J-Jinyoung!" she stutters, and Jaebum's attention is directed to her. Jaebum is seated across her, and he notices the stiff on her shoulders. Her face is so red, eyes blown wide at the sight of the stranger. "W-what are you doing here?"

Amused, the stranger named Jinyoung softly chuckles. "Eating dinner, of course," he says as he lifts his food tray a little.

"D-dinner?" she echoes. Jaebum notices how cautious and wary she is now with the sudden presence of the stranger. Why is she so flustered? Who is this Jinyoung anyway? Why does his presence affect her so much? Does she... like him?

She stretches her neck and looks around the diner, as if searching for something - or someone. What is she so scared about?

Jinyoung must have noticed this behavior too, for he says, "I'm alone." It's evident how relief washed over her: her body relaxes, her shoulders slumped downwards, and the dusty pink cheeks drained.

"I see," she lets out at last.

"Join us, then," Jackson cheerfully suggests to the stranger. If Jaebum could, he would love to kick his boss in the guts. Why should they let a stranger join their dinner table? He knows Jackson is a social butterfly, that bulky man loves creating new connections but why involve him?

"That's really nice-"

"No!" she interjects midway into Jinyoung's sentence, much to Jaebum's surprise. There's a hint of agitation in her tone, and Jaebum wonders just what kind of secret is she holding from them. Why else would she insist so badly that Jinyoung shouldn't join them? Of course, Jaebum is more than happy with that decision. But her behavior around this Jinyoung intrigues him. What's truly happening? Why is she like this? What is she desperately trying to hide away from them? "I need to talk to Jinyoung, actually," she says, grabbing the said male's arm and forcing him to move. She has never been a touchy person. To see that moment of skin contact surprises Jaebum beyond words. "I'll join back later!"

As Jinyoung leads them to his table, Jaebum just watches the duo with hawk eyes. She doesn't even let go of his arm until they reached the table at the far corner of the diner. Such a shady corner where couples would always be seen making out as if they are invisible. Disgusting, really, but Jaebum desperately hopes they don't do anything like that. That they aren't anything like that.

So Jaebum ends up glancing at the two from time to time. They're deep in conversation, and she doesn't even look back at them once, despite Jackson's hysterical laughter and Mark's high-pitched one. Just what's so important that makes her attention to be fully focused on him only? It's like they are in their own world, tuned out from the rest of the world.

Both Jinyoung and her stands up and the male just smiles at her warmly. Jaebum wonders if she likes that Jinyoung. After all, he is handsome. And that air of elegance around him, there's some class attached to him. He seems like a nice guy too, a gentleman too. Jaebum wonders if she's attracted to men like that. And for once, the anger surge within him once more. Why is he even like this?

The two part ways, the male leaving the diner while she heads back to their table.

"Who was that?" Jackson asks when the female takes the empty seat next to him.

"Just a friend," she answers as she grabs her abandoned glass, pouring soda into it. The drink sizzles. Jaebum watches as the air bubble rises from the bottom to the top, which then pops.

"Just a friend?" Mark echoes, curiosity in his face.

"Actually, he's a neighbor," she answers. "We grew up together, that's all."

Then why was she so eager to talk to him? She could have waited till they reach home. Jaebum wonders, questions burning in his head. He doesn't speak them out. Instead, he clenches his fingers around his glass. Why is she so secretive? So... unreachable?

That's when it struck Jaebum hard. She has always been far away. That same elegance, he has it too. His aura has never been the same like the others in the neighborhood. Just as she does, he laughs with his hand clasp over his mouth. Just as she does, he has the same prim and proper attitude. They're so similar, and Jaebum just can't work it out in his head. How can they be so similar? Yet so different from the people around him? Different from him? And it dawns on Jaebum. That thought irks him.

Mark nudges his elbow, nodding at his fingers around his glass. Jaebum follows his gaze and stares at his white knuckles. He didn't even realize how hard he was clenching around his glass. He loosens his grip, but picks the glass up and gulps down the contents. For the rest of the night, Jaebum pretends that everything's fine, even though his heart feels restless.

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"Jaebum, are you okay?" she asks, drawing his attention from his thoughts. Suddenly, the air feels heavy and tense, as if it weighs on his shoulder. Jaebum just nods, making sure his gaze is straight ahead and not on her face. He doesn't know why he does so, but he just couldn't stand looking at her these days. His fingers fiddles with his mug, hoping that she leaves the pantry soon.

But of course she doesn't.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" she asks once more, slipping onto the empty space on the couch. "You're not sick or anything?" Her face is so close to his, and Jaebum can't help but suck in his breath. At the close proximity, he notices how her skin seems soft, almost flawless despite working at the mechanics. Her lashes are long and curled upwards prettily. Jaebum's heart beats faster, his body burns up, his palms turn sweaty, and suddenly he's so conscious of everything.

Even though she has been working with them for half a year already, only now did Jaebum finally realize.

He has fallen for her.

No wonder he's always annoyed whenever there are guys around her. No wonder he gets mad when she smiles at other guys. He's jealous. That's why he dislikes the idea of other guys getting too close to her. That he dislikes the idea that other guys can see her adorable smiles. That he detests the idea that she's not his. That she might fall for other guys. Guys who are more capable than him. Guys who are smarter. More handsome. Wealthier. Guys like Jinyoung.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he spits, disdain on his tone. It's more of a lie that he wants to believe in. That he didn't just realized his newfound feelings. That he didn't just fallen for the mechanic girl that he dislikes so much. Damn, Mark will laugh at him.

"Are you sure?" she repeats her question. "Look, if I did anything wrong, will you please tell me?"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why won't you look at me in the eye?"

Well, shit. Jaebum inhales sharply. He pretends he doesn't hear her. He stands up, dumps his mug into the sink and exits the pantry. He hears her calling after him, but he ignores her. He heads over to the car he's supposed to work on, trying his best to tune the girl's voice out. But the said girl storms over to where he's working, questioning him once more. "What's wrong, Jaebum? Tell me if I did anything wrong!" She has been so insistent that it pushes him to his limits. She slams his toolkit shut. A wrong move.

Irate, Jaebum shoves her away. "Can you back off? I'm trying to do my job here!" Jaebum feels a pang of guilt in his chest, seeing the mixture of hurt and shock across her face. Jaebum has never been so rough at her, despite their usual bickers. Jaebum has always been careful not to touch the female no matter how much she gets on his nerves back then. But this was the first. And rough too.

"What the hell?" is what she spits a moment later.

"Just leave me alone. I've got work to do," Jaebum utters coldly, turning his back on the female.

"Yeah, sure, but you needn't shove me away like that! What's wrong with you?"

Jaebum slams his hands onto the rim of the car hood. He turns on his heels to face the female once more. "What's wrong with me?" he echoes as he stomps forward, only stopping when he's a few inches away from her face. Jabbing a finger onto her chest, he shouts, "What's wrong with you? Why the hell do you even work here?"

"What are you-"

"You're an uptown girl, aren't you?" Jaebum spits. The way her eyes dilate tells him that it's the truth. Before she can even utter another word, he adds, "That guy back there. He's an uptown guy too, isn't he?"

"So what?" she snaps, after she musters the courage.

Jaebum sneers. "Why don't you just stay at your mansion and be a pretty girl and let those filthy rich bastards woo you? Why the heck do you have to come here? Are you turning us into a joke that you can tell to your whiny friends back there?"

"What the hell?! You think I would do such thing?!"

"Of course you would! You're an uptown girl! You're a spoiled brat who gets everything your way! People like you disgust me the most! People like you are the ones I hate the most!" Jaebum hurls those words at her without a second thought. His chest heaves, and as much as he feels satisfied for spitting such words to her, regret slowly blooms in his chest. But he decides to pay no attention to it.

"How could you- Even after all this while, you still think I'm that kind of person?!" she screams back. Jaebum sees how her eyes turn moist and her face turns scarlet red. By now, Mark and Jackson have rushed over to them, pulling them away from one another. "You know nothing about me! But fine! Since I disgust you the most, I'll leave! I'll freaking leave and disappear from your sight forever!" she yells. She pushes Jackson out of her way and bolts away into the direction to the locker room.

"Leave then! As if I care!" Jaebum shouts after her.

Mark grabs his collar, eyebrows furrowed in anger. "What the hell are you doing?"

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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“Like ships in the night, you keep passing me by”

Do you own a black leather jacket? A pleather one, yes. Something badass about wearing one haha.

Do you find musicians or athletes more attractive? I’ve been attracted to more musicians, but that’s cause I’m more familiar with them. I don’t see a lot of athletes as someone who doesn’t watch or care at all about sports. Although, guys in baseball uniforms are nice. haha. Oh, back when I was like 13 or 14 I remember thinking Andy Roddick, a tennis player, was hot. I saw his photo in a magazine. Are you better at spelling or writing? I think both. How many siblings do you have? Two. If you could have an ice cream sundae right now, would you? No.

Do you use emoji's? Yeah. I don’t go crazy, but I like to use them as I see fit. When was the last time you lost a tooth? I broke a tooth like 10 years ago and had to get it pulled. You ask this question like it’s the norm to loose a tooth when I’m pretty sure the people who take surveys are past the ages where you lose your teeth. Do you like bendy or regular straws better? I like to use coffee stirrer straws cause the holes are small. If someone signed you up for karate lessons, would you take them? Uh, no. What's your favorite song? I have numerous favorite songs.

Click shuffle on any music device. What's the 12th song that comes up? Nah. What's your most used website? Tumblr and YouTube. Do you come on this website as much as you used to when you first found it? Not as much, no. I used to spend like all day on Tumblr back in the day. Now I typically just get on at night as part of my nighttime routine of Tumblr and surveys. That’s also when I watch the most YouTube cause I like to listen to ASMR at night. I feel like I probably go on YouTube more now than before or perhaps it’s about the same. Do you drink hot tea? Once in awhile. It’s usually when I’m feeling really anxious or really sick.

“& it’s too cold outside for angels to fly”

Is there anyone you want to see in concert really bad? I’m sad I never got to see Linkin Park. I don’t know if they’ll decide tour now, but it wouldn’t be the same without Chester. :( Do you like Abercombie? Nah. Do you still take a survey even if they don't capitalize letters? Yeah. Does your computer have word correct on it? It’ll do the red squiggly line if something is misspelled or it doesn’t recognize the word and if I hit control and click on the word it’ll offer a suggestion if it’s a recognized word. What's one of your wishes for 2013? Well, we’re towards the end of 2020 now and I just pray we’re able to get through the rest of the year without anything else crazy coming at us. Do you fight with your mom often? No, my mom is my best friend she and I very close. We just bicker sometimes. Would you rather have your son have the name Daniel as first or middle name? Sounds more like a first name to me, but meh I don’t really care for the name at all. I don’t even want to have children so it doesn’t matter lol but if I did I’d go with another name. Have you ever made up a food combo & everyone tired it & loved it? Pizza rolls and mustard. What was the last movie you watched? Would you recomend it to people? Bringing Down the House the other day cause I happened to catch it on TV. It came out in like 2003 so it’s not new, but I’ve always liked it. I think it’s funny. What is one word you cannot seem to spell? Every time this question comes up I always say “onomatopoeia” for some reason and damnit I have yet to spell it right without having to look it up. I don’t know what it is about that stupid word that I just can’t seem to remember lol. It’s a word I never use unless this question comes up, so I guess maybe that’s why, but still. I should be able to spell it. Were you born on an odd or even number? Even. Do you like Ed Sheeran? I like several of his songs. When you type, what hand & finger do you use to hit the space bar? I use my right index finger. I don’t type the proper way, I use my index fingers lol. I type really fast that way, too. Do you like to take pictures of you in the mirror? Only if I want to show the shirt or outfit I’m wearing.

“you are the best thing that’s ever been mine”

Have you read the book Lord of the Flies? Yeah, it was required in my 10th grade English class. Would you rather type or hand write notes? My handwriting is trash, but I feel like handwritten notes are nice. Do you like the number seven? I don’t have anything against it. Do you believe that when you go to heaven, you become an angel? No. I believe in angels, but not that we become one. Angels are another of God’s creations. They’re ministering spirits. They’re their own thing and humans are another. How much money do you plan on spending tomorrow? I don’t plan on spending any money tomorrow. Are you good at writing poems? No. I dabbled a bit with it when I was like 16 and angsty, but they’re so cringe. I still have the journal stored away with them and I’ve gone back to read them as an adult and yikes. Do you come on here daily? For the most part, unless I’m really not feeling well. What's one thing you wish you were perfect at? No one is perfect, but it’d be nice to be a functioning adult. Can you play the saxophone? Nope. Does it bother you when people breathe loud? I will say I feel uncomfortable when someone has a breathing problem because it makes me hyper focused on my own breathing and I end up feeling like I can’t breathe. Are you going to any concerts in 2013? Can you believe it's going to be 2013? I didn’t. The last concert I went to was back in 2009. Were you in love with the movie Mary Poppins? Not in love with it, but I like it. Do you like breadsticks? Yes. Have you ever been on a mountain? Yeah, I took a gondola ride up to one. If you had to get rid of one of your sense, which one and why? I’d really rather not.

“the first cut is the deepest”

Can you swim? Nope. Do you usually wear shorts around your house all year long? No, I wear leggings all year long. Do you remember Sesame Street? Of course. It’s also still very much a thing. Do you believe every word that comes out of peoples mouths? Of course not. You have to take some things with a grain of salt or healthy dose of skepticism. You gotta gauge what is being said and who is saying it, too, and make the judgment. That doesn’t mean I don’t trust my loved ones or that I think everyone is a liar or something, but people can give misinformation unknowingly, so it’s not always being done intentionally. It’s just not a good idea to believe every single word that comes out of people’s mouths. Do you like the questions that really make you think? Depends on my mood. What are you asking for for Christmas? Just a few little things. What time do you plan on going to bed on Tuesday? I don’t have a set bedtime for any given day, I go to bed whenever. I’ve talked a lot about my messed up sleep schedule in surveys. It’s certainly not planned. How many of your friends are online right now on here? I have no idea who’s currently on. I’m kind of the night owl of the survey community who’s up doing surveys while everyone is asleep like normal people. When they’re getting up in the morning, I’m going to bed, ha. :X Do you know what Je means in French? I do, actually. How often do you write in red pen? I don’t recall the last time I used a red pen. Do you cut your own hair? No. I used to trim my own bangs back when I had ‘em, though. Do you have any pictures in your room from concerts? No. Would you ever name your son Harry? Again, I don’t want to have children, but Harry is another name I don’t particularly care for. Have you ever had your nails done in french tips? Yeah, the one and only time I got my nails done, which was for my 8th grade promotion. Is it harder for you to type on a keyboard that isn't yours & not used to? Yes, for sure. I also don’t type as fast on my phone than I do on my laptop.

“I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller”

What shoe do you take off first? Hm. I think my right. What do you think a good teen couple name would be for a story? Uh I don’t know? If you were coming to the states from another country, where first? I’m from the states. Would you pay $82 for facial products? No. Do you get a lot of compliments often? Nope. It’s rare. Was Mean Girls one of the best movies in your opinion? I wouldn’t say it was the best movie, but it’s a favorite of mine. It’s just a classic, ya know? One of those nostalgic movies with a lot of memorable quotes. If it was Sat, 2 in the afternoon, what would we find you to be doing? I’d most likely be asleep. Do any of your best friends have red hair? No. Would you like to be on the cover of Seventeen magazine? No. Or any magazine. Would you rather go to an Adele or Bruno Mars concert? I mean, I like songs from both so I wouldn’t be opposed to either one. Would you like to live in Sweden? No, but I’d love to visit. Are you concerned about your weight? Yes. I’m too underweight. Do you know anyone who has the middle name Sebastian? I don’t think so. Do you remember where you got your first kiss at? Of course. Did you ever watch the show 8 Simple Rules? I watched it here and there cause it was part of the TGIF lineup that had other shows I liked.

“I hope you’re in the mood, because this is going to be a long ride”

Does your computer need to be cleaned? Underneath the keys badly need to be cleaned. Would you ever name your child Sushine, Raine, River etc? I kinda like Raine. Is it any of your friend's birthday today? No friends. When is the person you like birthday? I don’t like anyone in the romantic sense. Do you like yogurt? Nah. When you type, do you ever mix letters around by accident? (EX: ot - to) Yes. Do you like butterflies? No. I’m afraid of ALL bugs/insects, even the ones people think are cute like butterflies and ladybugs. Nopeee. Do you consider the tomato a fruit or vegetable? Tomatoes apparently can be referred to as either one. I always thought they were a vegetable. Does it rain over where you live? Yes. It hasn’t rained since like March or April, though. We Californians get excited when it rains cause it doesn’t happen often lol. I hope we get some soon. It’s been cold now at least, which I love. Is there any snow on the ground? It doesn’t snow in my city. :( Do you like soup? I only like ramen. When's the last time you made cupcakes? It’s been a few years. How many lamps are in the room your currently in? My lights are off. Have you talked the person you like today? Have you ever been bullied? No.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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iammarylastar · 4 years

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1. Alone amongst brothers.

"Cal! Hey mate where are you?" Snowballs clicked his fingers under his nose, startling him.

Bad idea. Never startle an ex cop ex Marine who hadn't slept for years.

Chris -his real name was Chris- came out of his reverie and offered a poor smile to his brothers. Obviously missing his goal to reassure his squad.

Who was he kidding?

He hadn't been here for years. For 3 years. 3 fucking years.

He hadn't been the same since he came out of prison. Since his brother, his real brother fled to Canada, to never return.

Since Oyster, his little brother killed that asshole in a bar.

Thinking about it, all this shit had started after their mother died.

Big, huge mess she had left behind.

He reluctantly came back to the world, that world without his mom nor his brother, that world where he's a useless piece of shit, forbidden to serve his country in any way.

Reverie couldn't have been more inappropriate. Living nightmare would have fit better.

"Next round on me." Jaeger announced with too much enthusiasm.

"Same?" He quirked an eyebrow at Cal, who just nodded, not bothering to say a word.

He didn't need another beer. Alcohol free. Taste free too. He'd been nursing the same bottle since he settled his ass in the bar, mind absently scratching the corner of the label with his nail.

He had been sentenced to 6 years and spent 3 at Pittsburgh Correctional Institution. He got a release, good behaviour. He'd been lucky, somehow, half of the prisoners were there because of him. Death had waited for him at every corner, but freedom hadn't tasted better.

A lot had happened in 3 years. Life had gone on whilst his had stopped behind the bars.

Snowball found his soulmate Carlo, Jaeger finally got Claire back, they married last year and were expecting their first child. Milk spawned two boys, fuck he'd been out for a long time.

Brotherhood meant leave no one behind. He had Oyster's back, he did what had to be done to save his brother from jail. Sentencing himself, ruining his own life.

He got nothing left. No wife, no family. Sure, his bros had always cared, hanging out, working out, having him in for all their kids birthdays, family barbecues, even last Christmas when Claire and Jaeger announced the good news.

They all exploded, hugging Claire and clapping Jaeger's shoulder, whooping and cheering like madmen.

He was genuinely happy for both of them and tried to ignore the stab in his guts.

For once he wanted and was in the mood to celebrate. Till his eyes landed on the blessed couple's wedding pic pinned on the wall, then spotted another showing his brothers in uniform, proudly posing with the groom.

Stab.

He wasn't there and it killed him.

Claire told him they got a seat settled in his honor and it hurt more deeply.

He had missed so many events, so many people.

Oyster.

He had spent most of his miserable life to raise his little brother -half brother but who cares?- kicked his ass every morning to have him secured at school, kicking his own ass to quit both grief and booze and pass his exams to assure them a future.

Look what future both fucked up.

If only he could have the slightest news of him, knowing his brother was fine and safe somewhere in Canada, a letter, a call, an emoji on whatever social media... but no. The cops were still looking for Oyster for Ben Daley's murder and as a cop -ex cop- he knew he and his mates have been under surveillance since day one.

Oyster had been MIA for 3 years with no chance of brightest days.

And he was left alone with nobody to care for and nobody to love.

His sentence had him kicked out from the police department, along with his staff sergeant status. No job. No rules to give rhythm to his days. No incomes but a few light works here and there in the neighborhood. The people he knew always put in a good word about him and hopefully people didn't ask for his criminal record before hiring him for fixing their roof, painting their fronts or uprooting a tree stump.

Yeah he had a lot to add to his resume: by-the-book cop, dauntless staff sergeant in the Marine corps, 2 rounds in Iraq, baby sitter and groundskeeper. Impressive.

"Man, look at this chick over there." Milk nudged him. "She's been eyeing you like she's willing to drop her panties for you."

Cal finally lifted his eyes and glanced at the girl in question. Thin, sexy, a blouse full of goodies, gaudy red lipstick, prying eyes.

Maybe he needed to get laid. He hadn't had sex since he came out of prison. His mates planned a party to celebrate his freedom and got him a working girl for the occasion but he wasn't in the mood.

He hadn't been interested in sex, not after what has happened in prison, not even a quick handjob while watching a porn. No. Scratch that. He's been forced into lame and painful wankings when his balls threatened to explode, but it was no fun at all. Far, far from it.

A slight nausea invaded his throat of the reminder and he forced the thought out.

Double sentence. If he hadn't suffered PTSD after what he did and witnessed in Iraq, then he got his trauma.

He might never use his cock again. Playground out of order. Broken.

"Nahhh... She looks cheap. Guys I don't need another blind date, you know. Your Tracy girl was crazy, she scared the shit out of me with her earlobe-licking... fetishism." Cal rubbed his earlob with a disgusting frown on his face, having all his skwad laughing out loud, wiggling all tongues out.

"Listen Cal. You need to get laid. You need a good fuck to come back to life. You're hot stuff still, you just need to pick up some gorgeous chick and have some fun! Before your dick just deceases from dehydration." Jaeger joked, hilarity ensued.

He looked around the crowded bar, tired. Tired to pretend he could be interested in that kind of date.

He didn't need a one night stand. He didn't need some cunt to fuck. He needed someone to love. And be loved in return.

Like the ol'time when he lived with his mom. Or with Oyster. He needed someone who cared.

"Thank you guys but I'm tired. I better go home and get some sleep. Need to wake up early and..."

His lame excuses got cut off by an angry Milk.

"Oh yeah, because you do have so much to do tomorrow, don't you? Cleaning up the house and walk Mrs Riley's pet? That's why you're leaving your brothers now? Cal, when are you going to get rid of this shit and be alive again? It's been 3 years already, move on for fuck sake!"

Cal didn't blink. He deserved to be scolded by his gang. He's been no fun, nothing more than a burden for them. A big piece of shit, whining about all he'd lost. Poor thing. Soon he'd lose them.

He was whining again. He's got the best friends he could dream of, people he could call his brothers, who were totally devoted to him, heart and soul.

His family. His home.

Those guys made it all easy for him while his time in prison. Paying him a visit each week, twice a week when they were off. They paid for his lawyer, his loan for the house so he wouldn't be homeless when he got out of prison. So he didn't have to break into his savings and get ruined in 6 months.

They did it in a heartbeat, without thinking nor asking for his permission. They told him it was the right thing to do. The same way Cal had them home, safe and sound after their tour in Iraq. Beside Jaeger's leg, abandoned there. How guilty he had felt, and still.

He owed them... everything.

He leant on his elbows and rubbed his face. He considered staying and trying to relax and have some fun, but his mood was definitely shitty.

Time to shake his thoughts and his big ass. He survived the war, survived in jail, he could survive this night.

"OK fuckers. But I don't want to bury my future here." He emptied his drink, slammed it loudly on the table.

"Let's get home and shake the walls!"

He grabbed his other beer and clinked glasses with his mates, and chugged it whilst his bros cheered and downed their own drinks.

"Last one at my mailbox is a loser!" Cal jumped on his feet and started running through the door.

"Ohhhh, you bastard!" Milk shouted, running after him, quickly followed by an enthusiast Snowball.

Jeager rolled his eyes and took out his wallet to pay the bill. He wouldn't win anyway, his fucking metal leg was no match for those big machines.

The three guys were messing around by the front door, playfully wrestling to pass first.

Cal jammed Milk's head in between his bulging biceps and disheveled his neat hairstyle, having him struggling even more for his freedom, grunting with rage. Snowball was stuck against the wall, the two heavy guys struggling were keeping him to head towards the door.

In a joint effort to get free, Snowball and Milk pushed Cal with all their strength until he popped out like a Champagne cork, sent flying against the wall. Just as the door opened on someone coming in.

Cal ended up glued to them, pinned on the wall, crushed against his broad chest.

"Whoah, whoah, whoah! What the hell?" A muffled voice came from underneath Cal's body.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry!" He apologized, peeling his body from a smaller and thinner one.

His hands flat against the wall, each side of a face. A beautiful face. Still blurry, he was too close to focus.

Never too close... he thought. Her smell itself made him stop.

"I'm sorry!" He uttered, forcing a step back. Finally able to focus on delicate features.

"I'm fine, I'm fine...uh, hey... I'm Jessica. " She said in a big grin as she rearranged the strands of hair away from her face.

"Nice to meet you..." She started, inviting him to introduce himself.

"Milk, nice to meet you gorgeous." The bastard spoke first, getting on Cal's business, more than happy to embarrass his mate.

"And this is Snowball" he continued, shamelessly stepping on Cal's toes and bluntly pushing him to the side.

"Ma'am!" Snowball bowed before an amused Jessica, glancing at the three boys with a smirk. "Please, accept our sincere apologies. I hope this giant idiot didn't hurt you when so roughly trying to get your attention."

Jessica let her eyes wander at the big stud's body and face, making sure it didn't turn into a stare. The man was built like a brick house, huge arms, solid chest, his short hair suggested he was a cop or a soldier, his handsome face obviously annoyed by his friends' demeanour. His gorgeous self nodding his head while pressing his so soft looking lips together. She felt her heart stop and her inside melt when they locked stares. His blue eyes were captivating and something slapped her in the face. Through his hilarious expression and attractive features, he looked so... sad and lonely. So much she wanted to pull him in in a hug and never let him go.

She forced her eyes back at the two dummies still making the show for her.

"And this!" Milk nudged his pal, "this is Chris Callahan, the man you need.

The thoughtfulness itself, well, when it's not nearly killing you, this guy is not only strong, courageous and handsome, thanks God he's also single."

Cal wanted nothing more than vanish from embarrassment after getting rid of that motherfucker of a so called best friend. On a definitive way.

But the more Milk was blurting his shit out, the more Jessica looked amused and kind of interested in him.

Eyeing him. The cutest smile on her lips. Which she bit when she finally was caught staring.

"This big sweet heart is to take darling, and you'd be a fool not to try your luck with him."

Milk got a little closer and lowered his voice "I heard he's got amazing skills, like... look at the size of his feet!"

The 2 guys barked a laugh, clunching at each other while Cam just chuckled and sighed, more uncomfortable than ever. Jessica shared the guys big laugh then winked at Cal, before glancing down to judge their size by herself.

Milk wiped the tears from his face, oh Lord he loved making fun of his mate so very much. Calming down his panting, he stepped back, still hooked to an exhilarated Snowball.

"If you want to excuse us mylady, we're up for a male race contest, where the loser will have to walk butt naked the entire week." He said, bowing out at Jessica, then stepping out of the bar with renewed loud laughs.

Cal just shifted uneasily on his spot, figuring out a way to stop looking like the dumbest guy on Earth.

"Sorry... That was... pretty awkward, wasn't it?" He shyly tried, mentally kicking in own ass to not have found something clever to say.

"Found it very funny actually, you guys made my day!" Her genuine smile cheered him up a little.

"Those guys are total weirdoes, please do not believe a single word of what they say." Cal flashed one of his best smile, pretty sure it would work for him.

"Seems your friends think very highly of you. The resume they made of you is quite appealing, you know." She made it sounds like a joke but couldn't help wondering about that nice guy, nice looking guy all in embarrassment in front of her.

And the size of his... feet.

"Yeah... Well, wait to meet them once they're not drunk and you might hear a different story." Cal shoved his hands deep in his pockets. Looking so cute.

"So... Cal, I'm looking forward to hang out with your smartass group of friends, and hear all kind of stories about you, I bet each more embarrassing than the last!" Jessica's fingers were playing with a strand of her hair against her will, flirting.

And it seemed this didn't get unnoticed, by the way Cal's stare lingered on her delicate features.

"I... I've got to go and look after those drunken asses before they get into more trouble. I won't stop hearing of it if I don't beat them tonight. It was so nice to meet you and again, apologies for so rudely bumping into you."

Chris scratched the back of his neck, torn between two options. Stay and risk to embarrass himself more and more, or leave and risk to never see her again.

"It's OK, Chris I'm fine. We would find a way to make it up for nearly knocking me down earlier. Go get them, we could meet another time. I'm new in town but I'm here for some time, let's catch up later!"

Chris chuckled, mumbled a cocky "sure!" through an enormous grin, dared to throw a wink at her before turning heels and walked out of the bar.

"I hope you lose!" She shouted at him as he reluctantly started to jog towards his mates.

"Thank you...?" Chris turned to face her again, walking backward, wearing an astonished expression. That was not the kind of support he expected.

"I may not know much about you, but I figured seeing you walk up the streets butt naked could be fun!"

Chris couldn't help the large grin taped on his face to turn into a big smile, that charismatic pant-dropping smile that had been MIA for years was finally back.

As he jogged back to his drunken brothers, in absolute no hurry, a light in heart, he felt like that stupid smile wouldn't leave his face for quite a while.

#jai courtney #semper fi #nat wolff #margot robbie #chris callahan #fanfiction #brothers in arms #finn wittrock

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theartofimaginaryfriends · 4 years

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Chapter 2 - New Haven Plaza

Fic Series: The Final Straw (HP/PJO Crossover)

Premise: Nova goes to New Haven Plaza with the demigods and meets up with a friend.

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taglist: @ilvermornymascot

Word count: 1,479

A/N: So I recognize that I was unclear, but this fic centres around my OC, Nova. Also!! I hate this chapter but it's definitely a needed filler chapter. It'll pick up in the next installment and we'll get to see who goes to Ilvermorny apart from the Golden Trio! Sorry this took so long, and sorry for the terrible quality. I promise it'll be better. Please comment as it keeps me motivated, and let me know if you want to be on the taglist! Quick shouout to @lukecastellandeservedbetter for helping me figure out New Haven Plaza and the entrances!!

Instead of flying into camp, the owls dropped the letters from the edge of the border. Nova watched in amusement as the sky began to rain envelopes, leaving her fellow campers dumbfounded as they watched the scene unfold. Few were jumping to grab a letter, reminding the witch of a story her friend Harry Potter had told her.

Apparently, his aunt and uncle were displeased about him being a wizard, so they did everything they could to stop them from arriving. One day, over one hundred letters entered the house and flew everywhere. It was an amusing image, and she could only imagine what it would’ve looked like in person. Apparently, his Uncle Vernon's face turned a shade of purple only Dionysus would be proud of.

A week after the letters arrived, they were greeted by a group of Roman demigods led by Praetor Frank Zhang. They had received the same letters and wanted to discuss it with the counsellors at Camp Half-Blood. Nova was heavily involved in that meeting, answering questions and explaining what the school was like. Clarisse and Annabeth seemed to be the most apprehensive about joining the school, but Nova explained it was for the best. It had to be for a reason, and they had to go to find out.

Now, she was leading a huge group of demigods in a sea of orange and purple shirts through the theatre district of New York. The American Wizard Shopping District - New Haven Plaza - was hidden within an entrance behind the Lyric Theatre. However, there was a new one for the demigods, and Nova couldn’t resist joining them to check it out.

It was easy to navigate. The entrance was behind the Lucille Lortel Theatre, and they had arrived during a matinee. Luckily, there wouldn't be any fans or cast members there to question why a group of school kids were touring the area. Nova was relieved that she didn't have to lie her way through it this time.

The doorway to the plaza looked like a boring stage door at first, but when the mist dissipated it revealed an intricate oak door. A bouncer, and a familiar face, stood next to it. "Hey, Diego."

"Hey, Nova," the bouncer smiled. "How has your summer been?"

"Weird and busy," she answered, chuckling. "Although, that's not unusual. How do we get to the Plaza through here?"

"Greek demigods just need their necklaces visible, and Roman demigods need to show their tattoos-"

"Bro!" Percy Jackson and Jason Grace, who had both, chorused. Nova looked back to see them grinning at each other, and stifled a laugh.

"Sorry about those two," she said. "Please, continue."

"It's quite alright," Diego laughed. "Obviously, the mortals can't see the door, but it opens into a room in The Greedy Pixie. Lyria is expecting you all."

"Did everyone get that?" Nova shouted, turning to the group behind her. After hearing a chorus of yeses and no's, she asked the people that had heard to pass it onto everyone else. The Hecate kids lead the group in, and they immediately entered a room with an oak interior. There were various pieces of art on the wall, all from different cultures and artists but with the same colour scheme. Lyria Michaels was waiting at the inner entrance to the private room.

"So this is what it looks like."

"I was told to expect a big group so I used an undetectable extension charm in this area. Can't risk having a single student outside the theatre." Lyria smiled, giving Nova a hug. They chatted as everyone filed in, the demigods almost having to pack in like sardines. "Oh dear, I underestimated."

"Some of us will be out of your hair soon enough," Nova promised. Chiron was the last to enter and greeted the shopkeeper before turning to his kids.

"We will all meet back here in three hours," he told them. "Please focus on getting your school supplies before exploring, but after that please have fun with respect to the wizard community."

Once Chiron dismissed his kids, the room went into chaos. Few demigods stayed behind to eat, and most were rushing to explore. Nova separated from her siblings after a quick trip to the bank and decided to stop at the dressmaker first. The item on the list was dress robes, which worried Nova a little. The last time dress robes were a requirement, a friend of hers died at the hands of Voldemort.

Daria, the owner, rushed Nova further back once she stepped foot in the shop. Nova laughed, expecting the seamstress to be excited. As much fun as she had helping first years get the uniform, she loved getting people fitted into dresses and suits. "So what kind of dress robe will it be for you, my dear?"

"A dress," Nova smiled. "Navy, if possible."

Immediately, the seamstress pulled out on off the shoulder ball gown with silver detailing around the waist. The dress was floor-length, and the skirt was pleated. Nova happily took it and went into an available dressing room to try it on. It fit perfectly, Daria having put a charm that would resize itself depending on who wore it, and she stepped out to show the seamstress. "That's the one!"

Nova barely argued but stood in front of the mirror a bit longer to admire herself. "Nova?"

"What?" She turned around and met with one of her best friends, Cree Fletcher. "Oh hey, Cree!"

"I didn’t think you'd be here today!" He cheered, running over to hug her. "You look stunning, by the way. Dress robe for this year?"

"Yes," she answered. "Which reminds me, I should change out of this so I can pay for it."

Nova slipped back into the change room and got back into her camp clothes. Cree was standing where she was previously, looking at himself in a burgundy suit. "That looks great!"

Daria busied herself with packing up Nova's dress, and Nova fished for the dragots she owed. "It's either this or the basic black and white."

"Get the burgundy," Nova told him. "Stand out from the heterosexuals."

Cree laughed and agreed before changing back into his civilian clothing. "You came with your camp, hey?"

"Yeah, I did," she nodded. "Thanks, Daria!"

"Of course, dear!" The seamstress approached her next customers, and Nova and Cree headed to the bookstore.

Cosmic Arcana had thousands of books to look through and was as big as the library at Hogwarts. To help the students find the books they need, the shopkeeper organized the required texts by year in different sections. Cree and Nova found what they needed in no time, but stayed back a bit to help first-years find the correct section.

After Nova had finished explaining the layout to another group of eleven-year-old's, she bumped into someone as she stood up. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Nova turned around and was met with Percy Jackson. "Oh, hey Nova."

"Hey, Percy," she smiled. They weren't close, but Percy was one of the few demigods that were genuinely kind to her and her siblings. "Enjoying the plaza, I hope."

"It's pretty cool, actually," he admitted. "Although is it really a good idea to have us go to the same school as wizards? I've heard that they don't exactly get along with demigods."

"Chiron and the Headmaster think it's for the best," Nova said, plainly.

"Although the reason why is beyond me. Anyway, I should get going. Still have more shopping to do. Sorry for bumping into you, again."

"No harm done. See you later." Percy turned around and made his way to his best friend, Annabeth.

"Who was that?" Cree stared at the demigod, who seemed semi-interested in the books Annabeth gushed over.

"His name is Percy," Nova told him. "I don't know him very well, but he's nice."

"He's nice?" The Metis boy's eyes widened. "Just nice? Nova, you have to be blind to not notice how attractive he is."

"Dude, lower your voice," Nova glanced at the son of Poseidon, who luckily hadn't seemed to hear anything. "Okay, I'm not going to deny it but everyone at camp has had a crush on him at some point."

"So you do like him!"

"I did until I was fifteen!" She corrected, laughing. "I'll tell you more about it later, I have more interesting news for you."

Nova told her friend about the visit from Professor Tahamente and Professor McGonagall, leaving out the details of the prophecy. He listened intently, asking questions that Nova had to evade. She wanted to tell Cree everything, but the streets were too busy and she couldn't risk it.

After all, he'd find out soon enough. There was a third part to the prophecy that wasn't spoken yet, and it was only a matter of time until everyone found out.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfic #percy jackson #percy jackson fanfic #harry potter/percy jackson crossover #harry potter/percy jackson crossover fic

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ballumsecretvalentine · 4 years

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A Little Bit of Spice

For @benthighway! I loved reading your angst and AU’s so I am thrilled to gift you a Restaurant AU! Hope you enjoy and Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

“Hiya. Is Shirley around?”

“Who’s askin’?”

Ben fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m Ben, the new host.”

“Oh, yeah.” The woman’s entire demeanor changed. “Sorry ‘bout that. Sometimes some shady folk come ‘round looking for Shirl. Gotta man the door, y’know?”

Ben smiled with a nod, wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into.

“Well, anyway, I’m Whitney.” She offered her hand and a surprisingly firm handshake. “I run the front of the house here, so we’ll be working together a lot. You got a tour on your interview?”

Ben nodded again, taking off his coat and straightening his tie. When Shirley had told him a uniform would be required, he almost walked out. When he saw one of the waiters in the uniform looking hotter than Hades, he figured he could give it a go.

With Whitney giving him an obvious once over, he knew he fit the bill.

“I’ll show ya the break room. You get a locker an’ all that, then you can meet everyone quick. You’ll be shadowing me tonight. Gotta learn from the best an’ all.”

Ben laughed and followed her to the back. She seemed harmless enough, pretty girl but trying way too hard. He’d make his preferences clear in due time.

After hanging up his coat in a locker and going through the process of punching in and out for a shift, Whitney led the way into the kitchen, a swarm of hustling bodies and loud voices.

No competition for her, though.

“Hey, arseholes!”

The entire kitchen stilled and looked to them. Ben was immediately impressed. She commanded the room like the captain of ship. Only she did it with fake nails and four-inch heels.

“This ‘ere is Ben. New host. Be nice, introduce yourselves and don’t bloody drop anything tonight.” Whitney glared at a skinny, blonde guy who made a face and turned right around, getting back to work.

With that, the action returned, and Ben was practically chasing Whitney as she went back out front.

He was grateful when two hours later the doors opened, and the customers flooded in. He could only take so much talk of napkins and cutlery before he’d wanted to chop off his ear with a salad fork.

Most of the customers were lovely, sopping up his charm like sponges, but there were always those dining who thought they knew better than everyone else.

“This isn’t medium rare. It’s medium.”

Ben smiled even though it hurt his face to do so. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll take care of that for you.”

Practically stomping into the kitchen, teeth clenched tight with curses sliding through, he tossed the plate down in front of the nearest chef and said, “Gordon Ramsey out there says this isn’t medium rare.”

“Oh, alright. Not really Gordon Ramsey though, right? Think I’d piss myself if it was.”

Ben looked up and found himself speechless, a feat he didn’t think possible. The kindest smile and the most gentle set of eyes met his.

He cleared his throat and tried to get a grip. “Nah, mate. Not tonight.”

The other man laughed, prepping another steak. Without looking up from his workstation he asked, “are you the new guy Whit was yelling about?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Ben. Mitchell.”

“Callum Highway. I’d shake your hand but,” he held up a filthy, gloved hand.

Ben laughed and shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Ben. Here ya go.” He slid a new steak across the counter. “May Gordon be kind.”

Ben’s heart raced as a blush crossed his cheeks against his will. “We can only hope.”

The rest of the evening went by without a hitch. The customers seemed to enjoy him, and he could tell Whitney was impressed with how quickly he fell into his new role. The few times Ben had to return to the kitchen, he went out of his way to catch a glimpse of Callum.

The man was tall, an immediate yes in Ben’s book, with those bright eyes and that wide smile. His shoulders were broad, and Ben’s thoughts had wandered to the nasty, wondering if that sturdy frame could hold his in those big paws he had.

Everyone seemed to like him, giving him pats on the shoulder and sharing jokes, so it was clear the man really was as nice as he seemed.

Determined to learn more about the cook, Ben said his goodbyes to Whitney and the other front-end staff and collected his stuff from the back. He popped into the kitchen, hoping to catch Callum before he left for the night but, stood at his station, Callum was laughing, with Whitney wiping something off his cheek, head tilted and smile full of flirtation.

Dammit, Ben thought. The radar must be broken.

******

The next night went much the same, Ben working on memorizing some of the menu items as well as the variety of wines the restaurant was trying to push. There was a noticeable lack of miserable customers which was wonderful, of course, except it meant he had no good reason to go into the kitchen. The pull to see Callum, to chat with him again, was something Ben wasn’t used to. It had been years since he’d felt more than just a surface attraction to another bloke.

This felt different.

And Callum was straight.

“Hey, Mitchell!”

Ben spun round at his name to a beaming Whitney. “Excellent job tonight. You’re catching on quick.”

He pulled on his coat and smiled in return. “Thanks. So far so good.”

“Listen, a bunch of us are goin’ for drinks. You interested?”

Ben thought about it, knew he needed to make some new mates here in Walford, but then he caught an eyeful of Callum, waiting patiently by the door, twiddling a hat between his hands. The idea of watching the two of them all over each other all night while the drinks flowed made him queasy.

With a sigh he said, “nah, I’m knackered. Next time though, yeah?”

Whitney nodded. “Suit yourself. Have a good night, then.”

He watched her leave, getting a small wave from Callum before the two of them headed out the door, Callum throwing his arm around Whitney’s shoulders as they left. Bopping his head lightly against his locker, he closed his eyes and groaned. First time attracted to someone again and it’s gotta be at work and with a bloke who don’t fancy men.

You pick ‘em well, Ben.

******

A few weeks later, after a few particularly boring days off, Ben found himself at the local, a nice little place everyone called the Vic. He was propping up the bar, feeling a bit sorry for himself, a damn bit lonely, too, when another pint appeared in front of him.

“I didn’t order another yet, mate.”

“S’alright,” the barkeep smiled. “From that one over there.” He tilted his head to the side and Ben melted where he sat when Callum lifted his glass.

Taking a deep breath, Ben stood with his fresh pint in hand and met Callum at one of the tables.

“Cheers for this.”

Callum shrugged. “No problem. It’s tough bein’ new ‘ere. Everyone already knows each other. Kinda tough to break the ice.”

Ben nodded, taking a sip and licking the foam off his lip. “You sound like you can relate.”

“Yeah, I only moved ‘ere ‘bout a year ago. My brother lives ‘ere and thought I’d like it.”

Ben took another drink, ignoring the heat choking him under his collar. Just being near Callum, listening to his voice and seeing the way his eyes sparkled up close was doing his head in.

“How’d you start cooking?”

Another big smile. “The army. I wasn’t in long, but I cooked quite a bit there; learned a lot.”

Eyebrows raised in surprise, Ben double checked. “Army?”

Callum had pride smeared across his mouth. “Yep. Not as soft as I look, y’know.”

Ben coughed on his drink, Callum giving him a few pats on the back in concern, missing what Ben felt was an obvious inuendo.

The rest of the evening was spent sharing stories and a few more drinks. Turned out they both came from fathers they’d prefer not to see again and mothers who tried their hardest but never seemed to get it right.

When Ben’s vision started getting blurry around the edges, the conversation shifted into talk of relationships. Callum seemed to shrug it off. “I’ve got, like, no experience, mate.”

Ben gave his shoulder a gentle shove. “Aw, c’mon. All them sights you seen in the army, never picked up a date or a shag?”

Callum laughed again, mouth open wide and so pure, Ben stared in awe. If Callum was being honest, which he seemed damn near incapable of being anything but, it just didn’t make sense. Why would no one pick him up? He was bloody gorgeous and sweet, tall and strong, and those hands—

“I can’t just hook up with someone. Not my style.”

Ben couldn’t help but wonder why Callum wasn’t telling him about Whitney. Objectively, even though he certainly wasn’t interested, she was sharp and beautiful, a good catch for any bloke.

“No one catching your eye at work, then?”

Callum’s head snapped with what Ben thought looked a bit like fear on his face. “I dunno what you mean.”

Ben shrugged, taking a drink and trying to steady his hands. He’s usually much smoother than this, easily chatting up any bloke he fancied, not afraid of an honest conversation.

But, fuck, Callum made him nervous.

He cleared his throat and put on his best teasing face. “Mate, everyone’s got a thing for someone they work with. That what it is? One of the waitresses catch your eye?”

He winked dramatically, trying desperately to downplay his nerves. It was like ripping off a plaster, right? Hearing Callum talking about Whitney directly would be better than drawing it out. That way he’d get over this ridiculous crush and move on.

“Nah. Most of them’s married, you know.”

With a roll of his eyes, Ben mumbled, “wouldn’t ‘ave stopped me.”

The look of judgement that was thrown his way made Ben want to disappear into the floor. He didn’t know why he said that, he’d never been with a married man before, and he could actually see Callum losing respect for him by the second.

“Is that your deal, Ben? Mess around with whoever you like? Don’t matter if they’ve got someone waiting at home?”

Scoffing, Ben finished his pint. “Yep. I like ‘em tall, dark and silent, Callum. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

It was definitely the booze brandishing some liquid courage, but Ben was fuming. He made one stupid, off handed comment and that was all it took to be judged once again. And why the hell wouldn’t Callum mention Whitney? What was the big bloody deal? He’d been at the restaurant less than a week and could name a handful of people screwing around. What made them special?

He threw a bunch of cash on the table, not bothering to count it, and headed out into the cold January night. All he’d wanted was a quiet drink. A mate or two. A job. A fresh start.

But then Callum bloody Highway had to muck it all up.

******

When the hangover started fading the next day, Ben seriously debated calling in. He wasn’t a coward; he’d always faced up to his shit in the past. Callum, though, made him feel…vulnerable.

He hated it.

Ultimately, his brain voted in favor of a paycheck so he forced his body up, took the longest, hottest shower he could handle. Feeling close to human again, he got himself dressed and picked a pair of too tight trousers to go with his uniform. He’d be worried about ripping ‘em all night but he’d look damn good doing it.

Feigning confidence and nonchalance, he moved through his shift like a man with no worries, no concerns. But all night he kept an eye on Callum and could have sworn Callum was watching him in return.

As the last of the customers were finishing up, Ben used the quiet to debate his next move. Something was sitting uncomfortably in his gut, churning and tossing with the idea of Callum thinking less of him, especially over some nonsense comment. He could try pretending it never happened, picking up a conversation like they never stopped speaking. Or, and this would be horribly unpleasant, he could just be honest.

I’ve got a crush and it made me word vomit absolute bullshit and I’m sorry.

Shockingly, he decided the truth was the only safe way to go. They’d worked together for a bit now and, if Callum was weird after the confession, they didn’t have to see each other that often anyway. Plus, Ben reasoned, Callum was too nice to be that petty. He pictured the chef now, smiling and shaking his head at Ben’s stupidity, laughing it off.

Decision made, Ben headed into the kitchen, ready to confess.

Regretting it instantly, Ben stood frozen with his hand holding open the swinging door as he watched Callum holding Whitney close to his chest, lips on hers and eyes closed tight.

Feeling lightheaded, he put too much weight on the door, making it bang into the wall behind it. Whitney and Callum jumped apart, both with surprise on their faces. Ben scoffed, confused as to why two people going at it in the wide open would be shocked when someone walked in.

“Ben, it’s not what it looks like, okay?” Whitney wiped the back of her mouth with her perfectly manicured hand and moved away from Callum who looked about a minute away from passing out.

Ben just shook his head and headed to the break room, thoughts of the Albert and a warm body for a distraction running through his head. He stared at Callum, looking small and blushing the color of a rose, when he said, “don’t worry about it. Everyone’s got a thing for someone they work with, right?”

He bit his lip, willing the embarrassment and disappointment away. He threw on his coat and called a cab. There were plenty of fish in the damn sea.

******

As soon as he sat down with a pint, it was like moths to a flame. One after another, blokes of all shapes and sizes came to chat him up. It definitely helped build the ego back up, but he cursed himself as each one did nothing to light that spark.

They were all too short or way too tall. Too arrogant or too quiet. They tried too hard to make him laugh or put on moves that had him grimacing into his drink.

A few hours later, he was well drunk and thinking about his bed. He felt old and ridiculous then, sat in a bar with music blaring and lights flashing, blokes throwing themselves at him left, right and center, but he’s daydreaming about sweatpants and warm blankets and soft pillows.

Oh, and of course the man with the most genuine laugh, and thoughtful eyes, most stunning smile.

Ben rubbed his face, willing images of Callum away with the pressure, and signaled to the bartender for the tab.

“Leaving already?”

He tensed, concerned he’d had so much to drink he was hallucinating that voice in a gay bar.

Even in the dim light, Callum was beautiful.

Ben let out a breath and stared blankly behind the bar, trying and failing to sober up. “What are you doing here?”

He saw Callum’s shoulders rise and fall from the corner of his eye. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Smiling at the bartender, Ben signed for his bill and turned in his seat. “Don’t bullshit me. I’m not gonna say anything about you and Whitney, alright? What you do is your business.”

Callum shook his head but Ben was out of his seat and calling a taxi before he could say anything. Outside, his breath moved in a cloud in front of his face and he buttoned up his coat. He would freeze in this weather but there was no way he could sit next to Callum for another second.

“Hey.”

Ben groaned, frustration overcoming his buzz.

“What, Callum? What?”

“You got it wrong, okay? What you saw today, at work, it-it wasn’t what it looked like.”

Ben made a face. “Yeah, Whitney already said that. I’m sure I just got confused. I mean, that’s how I say goodbye to folks. With my tongue.”

Callum threw his head back with a sound that came out like a growl. “That’s not what I mean! God, Ben, what is your problem?”

“I liked ya!”

Ben’s confession hung in the air, stuck between the two of them. His chest felt tight and his eyes stung, a sensation he refused to allow to win.

He turned, looking up the street and praying to the universe for his cab to suddenly appear. He’d give it just another minute or so before he’d be walking home. Maybe he’d get lucky and the bloody cab would just run him over.

“I-I don’t understand.”

Laughing, Ben met Callum’s eye. “I’m gay, Callum. And I like ya. Sorry I’m not interested in seeing you with other people.”

Huffing, he started to move, feet going numb and hands burning from the cold. Ben turned his collar up and dug his hands deep into his pockets.

He heard feet on the pavement jogging to catch up. “But, the other night. You were talking about—”

“Jesus, Callum!” He spun around so quickly Callum stumbled over his own feet, giving Ben a wide berth. “I just wanted you to keep talking. And we were drinking. And you make me bloody stupid! I’ve never been with a married man before, it just came out. But you shut down, judging me, making me feel—”

“I wasn’t judging!”

Ben scoffed and started walking again.

“Ben, wait!”

“I’ll see ya at work, Callum.” He turned back, walking backwards up the street. “And, no worries. Your secret’s safe with me!”

If he spent that night shivering alone in his bed, holding a pillow tight and feeling completely empty, it was no one’s business.

******

Ben woke the next day with puffy eyes and a sore throat to discover, in horror, that it was Valentine’s Day. He’d barely slept at all, embarrassment and regret running through his mind all night. He downed a glass of water with a slice of dry toast while planning the phone call to play hooky from work when the bell rang.

On the other side of the door sat the largest stuffed bear Ben had ever seen holding a single red rose. He looked up and down the street, forgetting in his confusion he was in nothing but his underwear, searching for whoever dropped the stupid thing off at the wrong address. When no one was in sight, he groaned and mumbled to himself about inept delivery drivers as he hauled the brown bear into his flat.

With the distraction of the bear, Ben had lost track of time and found it was too late to call out of his shift. He showered quickly and threw on what he hoped were some clean clothes. As he headed out the door, a tag hanging from the bear’s big ear caught his eye; he hadn’t seen it earlier. Flipping it over he read:

Ben,

I hope this is a Valentine’s Day you won’t forget.

Your Secret Admirer

He froze, excitement and nerves churning in his gut. Was this real? Was someone messing with him? Who the hell would take the time to send something like this? And to him, no less.

Yanking the tag off the animal, Ben read it once more before shoving it in his pocket. He’d worry about it all later.

******

The restaurant was absolutely slammed that night, the holiday filling their patrons with romance and generosity. Ben found himself forgetting about the tag in his pocket and focusing on the money filling them instead.

On his break, he popped into his locker and almost got knocked out when something shiny, covered in cellophane fell out. He stared at the offending object, a red, heart shaped box, and looked around the room, starting to get worried he was being pranked.

Carefully, he picked it up and peeled away the wrapper. Inside, were a handful of fancy and, he learned later, delicious chocolate truffles. Inside the cover of the box was a scribbled note.

Ben,

A little pre-dinner snack. Don’t work too hard tonight.

Your Secret Admirer

His heart raced and his cheeks flushed. Pre-dinner snack? Like, a date? Or was it just that this person knew he’d be opening the gift before he ate?

Again, he looked around the space. The bear could have been ignored but now he was definitely getting curious. As he went back onto the floor, he looked at each of his co-workers in a different light. He realized he hadn’t made his preferences known to everyone so there was a good chance he might actually be hurting someone’s feelings tonight and a disaster would ensue.

No one seemed to be looking at him any differently, though. Lee gave him a polite nod and Mick asked if he had any plans for the night of romance. He knew Whitney and Callum were out of the running and annoyed himself briefly with visions of their sexy Valentine’s night. The rest of the kitchen and wait staff were nice but no one stuck out; no one had blatantly flirted.

With a sigh, Ben decided he was just being pranked, give the new guy a hard time kind of thing. No one knew him well enough to like him let alone admirer him. He’d grab his stuff as soon as his shift was over, stop and get a bottle of something nice for himself and then head home. Maybe watch a slasher film or something.

The night finally came to an end, the love in the air eventually becoming too overwhelming for Ben to stomach. He stuck to his plan, making a beeline for his coat and heading out the back door. What greeted him outside stopped him dead in his tracks.

Callum stood in front of him, nervous smile on his face and a large bouquet of flowers in his hands. Exhausted and so disappointed, Ben could only offer a nod. “Have a good night, mate. She’ll love ‘em.”

Before he could walk away, a large hand turned him around and roses were being shoved under his nose. “For you, Ben.”

In slow motion, with a pitiful expression on his face, Ben took hold of the flowers and looked at Callum. “I don’t get it.”

Callum laughed and shook his head. “We have to start over, Ben. I’ve messed this up since day one but it’s Valentine’s, so I figured I’d just go for it.”

With a shake of his head Ben asked, “go for what?”

“You can be so thick. You, ya idiot.”

In his confusion, Ben tried giving the flowers back. “But you’re with Whitney.”

Callum stepped forward, gently pushing the flowers back into Ben’s chest. “You saw me panic, Ben. Whitney and Lee have been dating for months now.”

“Okay, remember when you called me thick?”

With a laugh that sent a shiver through Ben, he explained. “I’ve been thinking that I’m, well, not exactly straight, for a while now but no one was catching my eye enough to test that theory, ya know? Then you walked in the kitchen on your first night and it was like a switch went off. Yep, I’m gay.”

They both laughed and Ben found himself relaxing, allowing himself to hope this was all real. “But that scared me. And then you were so, I dunno, bold? When we had drinks that night, remember? And I just felt unsure. So the next day, Whit was talking to me and being real nice, she’s one of my best friends, and I kissed her like the moron I am. You just ‘appened to walk in before she could give me a slap.”

“You know I got blasted that night at the Vic ‘cause I convinced myself you two were together.”

“What?”

Ben bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah. I figured you two were together and I didn’t stand a chance, so I drank too much and the muck started fallin’ outta my mouth.”

They stood together in the dark alley sharing breath and laughs for a few minutes. Eventually Ben looked at his hands, clenched tightly around the first flowers he’d ever received, and wondered what was next.

“Ben?”

He looked up and met Callum’s beautiful, blue eyes.

“Hmm?”

“I’m gay.”

Ben laughed again. “Okay.”

“And I like ya.”

Wrapping his arms around Callum’s waist, Ben moved in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, still in complete disbelief this was actually happening. With foreheads resting against one another and lips turned up in matching grins, Ben whispered, “I like ya, too.”

With a satisfied sigh, Callum stood tall and offered his hand to Ben. “I thought I’d be crazy and made us reservations at that Italian place around the corner.”

“Whoa, big man. Very bold of ya,” Ben teased with eyebrow raised.

Callum leaned down and kissed Ben once again, gentle and soft and filled with the promise of so much more.

“C’mon, let’s get this date started.”

Ben smiled, pulling Callum in close by the waist and melting into the strong arm thrown over his shoulders, flowers swinging happily by his side.

“Let’s.”

#bvd20 #ben x callum #ballum secret valentine #ballum #eastenders #fanfic

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love at first sight isn’t just a cheesy song [one-shot]

General Disclaimer

Rating: PG 13

Author’s Note: I wanted to do something different for “festival”. And since my hometown hosts a huge variety of festivals, I was inspired...also, some of this comes from my own memories at Warped Tour and Osheaga...

Not edited at the moment. I’m thinking I’ll probably edit all of these when I finish the prompts…

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Sasuke does not do people. He doesn’t do loud, or hot either.

Which is why he’s trying to figure out just how his best friend not only convinced him to come with him to a music festival in the middle of the summer. He’s pretty sure there was a “you owe me a favour, remember” and a choice between filling in for Naruto babysitting Kakashi’s demon brood, or this.

In which case, a hellish pit of sweat, marijuana and burning sun is getting off easy.

Still. He’s not happy about it.

And he’s already informed Naruto that as soon as they’ve seen the group he’s here to see, they’re leaving.

“Whatever, I’m only here to see Hinata anyway,” his best friend dismisses, cheeks red and grin wide and Sasuke really just wants to punch him. He’s missing a Star Wars marathon for this…this travesty, where people walk around with way too much eyeliner and—

Does that guy have empty beer cans speared on the points of his mohawk?

But apparently, Naruto’s girlfriend is in a band—and he’s still not sure what he’s having more trouble comprehending, that Naruto of all people is dating or that Hinata is in a band. Because the Hyuga girl is the shiest person Sasuke has ever met in his life and coming from someone as quiet as him and his brother, that says something. The idea of her being up on a stage in front of people just…doesn’t compute.

He has known Naruto and Hinata since they were toddlers, as all their parents were friends from high school (private Catholic school tends to forge two kinds of bonds—either Band of Brothers or Slaughter High, and he’s not entirely sure what his and Naruto’s will be), and Hinata has never been the type for public performances.

“There’s a new girl in her class this year that really brought her out of her shell,” Naruto had explained it. “We can hang around later and meet her, too.”

“No,” Sasuke retorted instantly. “I’m here for one reason only. To pay back that favour, and that involves seeing Hinata’s stupid band play and that’s it. Then we’re going home.”

“Whatever, asshole.”

They head over to the stage where some indie band no one has ever heard of slated to be playing; Hinata’s band is apparently opening not for them, but for their opening act. Which suggests how unknown the group is.

Somehow, Naruto manages to drag them to the absolute front of the crowd, just as the band is coming onstage. There are catcalls and a few cheers—okay, so maybe they already have a bit of a following—as they get settled in with their instruments.

The first thing noticeable about them is they’re all dressed in their school uniforms, all pleated kilts and crisp oxford shirts that are already soaked with sweat from the hot day. There are a few changes that Sasuke knows they’d be getting demerits for if they were at school—ties loose over their shirts, combat boots, studded bracelets, shirts untucked, that sort of thing. There’s a dark haired girl with her hair in two buns arranging herself and her guitar in front of a microphone, while a sharp-faced blond performs final tuning check on her bass. He distantly recognises Ino Yamanaka settling in behind the keyboard, but only because they were in primary school together years ago and her hair is as ridiculously long as it always was.

And there’s Hinata—shuffling quickly and determinedly to the back of the stage where she’s practically hidden by the drumkit.

“Well, that makes more sense,” he mutters, though it’s lost in Naruto’s fervent shout of, “Yeah! You got it, babe!”

Idiot…

Sasuke rolls his eyes, already mentally counting down to the blessed freedom of getting out of this place, which is the point when the final member of the band makes an appearance, and suddenly—

Suddenly he’s having a hard time breathing.

He doubts it’s his asthma since it’s not the familiar fiery burn through his windpipes. It’s more like…he forgets how.

The most noticeable thing about her right away is the vibrant pink hair, short and spikey; the next is her eyes. They’re so green that he can still see them somehow even from where he’s standing. She has a more athletic build than her bandmates, and the pale thighs beneath her short skirt are so muscular Sasuke has to swallow a few times.

She isn’t graceful, though, stumbling across the stage and nearly tripping over the cord for her guitar. Normally he’d scoff at that, but for some reason, something in him finds it…endearing?

There are guffaws from the audience, but when she reaches her microphone she simply flashes them a cheerful, sheepish smile.

“Sorry. Gravity isn’t my friend today,” she says lightly, earning warmer laughter now; with her, not at her. Her voice is soft and filled with humour in a way that doesn’t really fit with the screaming vocals Sasuke’s ears have been assaulted by since showing up here today. “Thanks for coming out today, guys. I know it’s really freaking hot out. If we had a hose, we’d totally use it on you guys today.” Cheers. “Anyway, some of you know us, hopefully, a few of you don’t so we can make a good impression. We’re Bacchikoi Baby and we’ve got you for the next fifteen minutes, so let’s get this thing going!”

Instantly, the music starts up, harsh chords and insistent drumline and an underlying rhythm that is familiar only in the way that most alternative music all sounds the same to him. But then she opens her mouth to sing and Sasuke feels as if someone just stuck a livewire into his spine.

Her voice is low and smooth and changeable, going from smooth molasses to raw, shouting with barely any break. Something in the curl of her words on her tongue, the way sound moves from a hum at the back of her throat into something articulated makes him shiver. He doesn’t know anything about the technicalities of music or singing or voice training, but even he can tell instantly that she’s the talent of this group.

The other instruments are almost token, although he spares a distant thought to Hinata not being bad at the drums (apparently she’s in some kind of zone there), and the setlist itself is nothing special. Pretty much the same as any other angry girl band he’s caught on the radio.

But he try as he might, he can’t block out the singer.

Their first number is a catchy number that has the audience jumping and swaying to the underlying rhythm, and a harsh, angry protest chant that most of them sing along to, and then a slower but no-less commanding power ballad.

The last song is even slower, some kind of medley of Zeppelin’s Gallow’s Pole and another song he’s never heard of but which Naruto tells him is called The Hanging Tree.

“Apparently it’s from a movie,” he says with a shrug (Sasuke can’t actually hear him, but he’s pretty good at reading lips).

The thing starts off almost a cappella, before the dark-haired girl chimes in with the rhythm guitar, and Ino adds a mournful keyboard melody that even Sasuke can’t help his body swaying to. The lead singer’s voice is a haunting monotone almost, which gradually builds and fills with emotion, and then three-quarters of the way through, the song reaches a break, and all the instruments kick in. It’s a near explosion of sound, tempered by the raw emotion in her voice and—

And that’s when their eyes meet.

Sasuke’s mouth goes dry, and her eyes go wide, but she keeps singing—“If we met at midnight, a smile upon your face”—and he has the simultaneously ridiculous and hopeful feeling that she’s singing to him and it’s the kind of thing he’d normally find irritating, but—

His chest feels buoyant like he could punch a comet out of the sky if the opportunity should present itself.

What the hell is happening to me?

Afterward, Sasuke vaguely recalls following Naruto from the crowd once the actual opening act comes out; neither really care to watch them. There are a few people who leave with them.

Sasuke’s brain is flummoxed, trying to understand how another human being could have had such a strange effect on him. She was in front of him for all of fifteen minutes, and he doesn’t even know her name. But he knows her voice somehow harmonizes with the rush of his blood through his veins and heartfelt keening makes a lump of emotion appear at the back of his throat.

If I were anyone else, I’d think this was…but that’s not possible…that sort of thing only happens in the movies…

“I texted Hinata to tell her how awesome they were,” his friend says once they get out of the most densely packed crowd, fingers still flying on his smartphone. “I know you want to get out of here, so I’ll just go see her later.”

Sasuke shifts, not looking at him, and mumbles. “Whatever. Let’s just go see the band.”

Naruto looks surprised, but he’s also not about to look a gift-horse in the mouth. “Alright…”

“And then your favour is paid off,” Sasuke adds if only to keep the other teen from digging deeper.

They head for the side of the stage, where a table has been set up to sell merchandise; a dozen or two audience members are shelling out wads of cash for t-shirts and CDs, but he and Naruto bypass that and head for the back where the girls are downing huge bottles of water. They’re all pink-skinned with sunburn and exertion, clothes sticking to their bodies, but that doesn’t stop Naruto from vaulting forward and kissing his girlfriend.

He bubbles about how amazing her drum solo was, and he knew she had talent, but whoa, and the other bandmates watch, bemused.

Except for her. She’s looking at Sasuke, colours spreading across the bridge of her nose and she has freckles on her nose why is that appealing.

He clears his throat, wanting to say something casual, a less effervescent praise than his idiot best friend, but what comes out is—

“You’re really short.”

On stage, she seemed like a six-foot-tall Amazon, but she doesn’t need to know that. He sort of wants to punch himself in the face, because really?

But she only blinks and then laughs, and it sounds like music. How can laughter sound like music?

“Maybe you’re just unfairly tall,” she suggests, eyes dancing. “I’m Sakura.”

“Sasuke.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sasuke-kun.”

And girls have been calling him that with irritating familiarity his entire life, but somehow when she says it, his chest warms.

He thinks he goes temporarily deaf for a minute because all other sound in the world goes away or collects around her, and he imagines that for an instant they exist only in a world belonging to the two of them.

Even stranger, she seems to be just as aware of it as he is, because her gaze softens at him as if to say, me too.

Out loud, however, she says, “We were going to go get something to eat and go see some of the other bands.” She glances over at Naruto as he hangs an arm over Hinata’s shoulder. “Did you guys want to come with?”

“Nah, Sasuke doesn’t really like all this stuff,” Naruto answers. “I’m surprised his brain hasn’t spontaneously combusted because of all the people breathing his air.”

Sasuke’s cheeks warm as he glares at his friend.

“It’s fine,” he insists, trying to telepathically promise death and dismemberment if Naruto doesn’t shut the hell up. He flicks his eyes to Sakura, whose head is tilted to one side as if to study him. “I think I saw a food truck at the other end of the venue.”

He points vaguely in that direction.

A beat, and then her entire face lights up with a smile of utter joy.

“Sounds great!” she declares, and before he can really register, she has her hand clasped around his and is pulling him off in the direction he pointed. “Come on! And you can introduce yourself properly on the way!”

And he normally doesn’t like physical contact with people, and it’s really far too hot to be holding hands, especially with a girl he’s only just met. But her fingers fit too well in his, and her grip is strong and comforting, and he just lets her pull him along.

That’s when the utterly absurd thought strikes him that he would follow this girl anywhere.

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#sasusaku #ssm19 #ssm19day5 #ssm19d5 #prompt: festival #kuriquinn #one-shot #sakura haruno #sasuke #band au #love at first sight #background naruhina #tenten and temari and ino are around too

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lily liveblogs “terminator: dark fate”, part four

In which Sarah Connor suffers for the cause in the most ironic way possible.

(one, two, three)

I've already waxed poetic elsewhere about the "My entire body is a weapon"/ "Save it for the ladies" exchange, but let's just say the Rev-9's claim of "Metal hip - two tours in Afghanistan" is a) a great manipulation, and b) might even be true - certainly the part about the metal hip is! And the "thank you for your service," / letting him pass through is just... the irony... I can't even...

(and also, this MAKES SENSE when you realize that Legion was designed to process people and manipulate/control them and THAT'S why he's so good at it).

Sarah Connor gets picked up by a smarmy dude named Officer Rigby. "You belong in your own private cage," he tells her. He's probably going to die soon, and we are not supposed to be sorry about it. (And meanwhile, some random dude yells in the background, "I want to go, too!" No, you don't. Trust me.)

Grace does not believe in bureaucratic bullshit. And she won't accept "detainees" instead of "prisoners". YASS. At least there's fresh meds for her.

Oh! I just realized why she steals the guy's clothes.. it's because nothing else would fit her. It's tough being so tall.

Grace pulls the fire alarm and Sarah recognizes an opening when she sees one and manages to kick Rigby in the groin and take him and both her guards down with both hands in cuffs behind her back. LEGEND. Kyle Reese would be so proud of her, especially since he pulled the same stunt back in T1 in the police station sequence.

Grace starts opening doors and people rush to get out, oh please let this not be a slaughter.

The dude who was with them (Flacco?) slams the door into the Terminator's face and he gets punched into a wall for his trouble. I hope he survived...

The Rev-9 jumps UP into the rafters, holy shit, and is scrabbling over the metal fence like the Rev-7s in the future scene, and it's so a) predatory and b) so feral and inhuman... and that guard who sassed Dani looks terrified as hell as she faces him down.. and gets slashed for her troubles.

Slaughter ensues, but only people in official uniforms thus far... Every one of them is mobbing the Rev-9 and just getting stabbed.

Oh, good, they found a helicopter. Someone gets punched out the door after them, and you think it's the REv-9 who did it, but it's actually Sarah! YASS. Dani wants to wait for her and Grace wants to get away. Dani doesn't want to leave Sarah (hey, callbacks to earlier!) and jumps out of the helicopter with the gun as the REV-9 runs at her. Dani starts shooting the REV-9 which is very cathartic for her, but Sarah tackles her and pulls her into the helicopter. The REV-9 jumps for it, but misses, and falls the ground and just looks... annoyed despite having no expression whatsoever.

The REV-9's accent with the sheriffs is interesting. There's the same "good ol' boy" attitude as "That's a nice bike" in T2 and the same cut back to our heroes that speaks volumes.

Cut to a forest in Texas. I have no idea if this is botanically accurate or not because I have no experience with Texas flora. But there are pine trees and maple trees, I can tell you that much.

I like how Sarah and Grace are ready to draw when they knock on the door of this ordinary-looking house in the woods, and Dani just looks at them like they're crazy.

Hey, and it's the same music as in the prologue, as Sarah recognizes the Terminator! He says her name and she raises her gun to shoot him except that Grace intervenes and she hits the ceiling.

“My name is Sarah Connor, you killed my son, prepare to die...” No, okay, she doesn’t actually say that, but I’m gonna do it for her.

Sarah stalks off when they won't let her shoot the Terminator. Dani and Grace exchange a look, and Dani goes after Sarah while Grace deals with Carl (his nom de... paix, I guess). They have the ... "So you're a cyborg, too?" talk, which goes about as well as you can expect.

Poor Sarah looks so broken sitting outside alone. Dani uses her people skills to rally her. Sarah's admission that she never took photos of John is a) heartbreaking, and b) good tactics, especially given how previous Terminators used photos, and how the REV-9 uses facial recognition software.

Sarah's sarcasm as she contemplates Carl's family photos is biting and hilarious and poignant especially given what she just said to Dani (and how a photograph was what brought Kyle to her in the first place). MY HEART.

We are meant to parallel Carl's treatment of Alicia and Mateo with Sarah and John, and Sarah and Carl in "Without purpose, we are nothing". The irony that Carl understands Sarah in this way, and that Sarah has been getting her raison d’etre from a Terminator the whole time... way to lay on the pain, writers!

I've heard a lot of critique of this film claiming that Terminators just wouldn't act like Carl, and I think that's not accurate. What exactly do people think a Terminator WOULD do after they finished their mission instad? It's not like Skynet or Legion or whatever gave them any other programming, and we know from T2 they can't self-terminate. So what are they supposed to do, just stand there??

Even though Carl doesn't have his chip removed the way the T-800 in T2 did, Terminators are very accomplished at learning and mimicking humans. They are adaptable. And I think the filmmakers are right that the T-800 would try to find a new mission--paralleling the old one--to give his life purpose. I think this is a very plausible plot device, and also a great opportunity for irony and parallels, which this franchise thrives on and I personally love.

(There's great fic from Carl's POV on A03 by Tyellas that expands on this that I LOVE, so you should all go read it RIGHT NOW.)

I also LOVE the growing parallels not only between Sarah and Carl, but Carl and Grace that the film keeps emphasizing YASSS.

Sarah is NOT PLEASED to learn she's been manipulated the whole time by the robot who killed her son.Understatement of the year. I was wondering when she was going to shoot him!

"Do you believe in fate, Sarah?" OW, MY HEART.

Oh. Interesting. So when Sarah destroyed Skynet, she released Carl from his programming, thus allowing him to learn?? Okay, I'll buy it. Which means that Carl was released at the same time as the other Terminators in all three films (though we get into the simultaneity problem, but that's a headache for another time). It's plausible if I don't think too hard about it, so I'll buy it. I wish people would stop calling plot elements they don't like/agree with "plot holes". That's... not what it means.

[so who is sending the other terminators? Are they from Legion or Skynet? what is their purpose? Since Sarah is a wanted woman in America, it makes sense if she was killing Terminators in Mexico, which makes me wonder if she's been protecting Dani until now???) I have a feeling the film will not answer this question.]

There's a dog curled up at Carl's feet when they cut to the next scene. This is NOT a plot hole, as some people have claimed. This is actually a clue that Carl IS as human as he claims to be... i.e, he seems to have mastered whatever subtle cues that makes the dog recognize him as human, and not a foreign predator. Obviously, YMMV, but I don't see it as a plot hole.

The secret storage armory is de riguer for a Terminator film, but I also enjoy the deadpan social commentary about human barbarism coming from a reformed murderbot. "And also, this is Texas." He's definitely living in the right state for that.

Wow. The training lesson at the shooting range was everything I could have hoped for. I love Sarah's wry smile as the watermelons explode.

OF COURSE SARAH CONNOR "KNOWS A GUY" with an EMP, lol...

Kudos to Carl for getting his family out of the way and for preparing him for this day. But it's clear he won't be back.

... how about that leather jacket and sunglasses? because he's about to start being way less human and way more machine.

oHHHHH he leaves the sunglasses behind, I was NOT expecting that. NICE WORK.

hello rev-9 smashing the family photographs, that's not symbolic of anything at all.

Hey, did they take all the guns with them or is the REv-9 going to use them against their owner?? was leaving the photo of the van on the fridge intentional? Too early to tell! Either way, ironic given Sarah's caution with photos earlier!

Sarah's withering expression as Carl lectures about interior design is GOLDEN.

I now want a road trip movie about this dysfunctional found family. I cannot believe they are only together for less than 24 hours. Thank goodness for fic.

"I don't commit treason for just anybody," is such a great line and one of my favorites in this film.

Of course the EMP is probably going to disable/take out Carl AND Grace AND the Rev-9 because that's just how this kind of movie works, but there you go.

Sarah telling Carl to shut the fuck up is GOLDEN, they work so well together. Mommy and Daddy, indeed.

AHHH, the major bringing them the EMP on the sly gets shot. It's tough being a minor character in these films. Dani pulls him into the van but I can't help but notice in that position he's a human shield.

Okay, so leaving photos on the fridge was NOT intentional... maybe Sarah should have had an op-sec chat with Carl about that??

Oh, hey, the flesh-like bit of the REV-9 jumped out of the copter while the chassis keeps flying. That's a neat trick. And the moment where the fleshy bit jumps in and they merge is always cool.

Okay, so they're going to the air base. I guess another fight is in order. Ah, this is where the planes are coming in. Apparently, Grace is piloting. That answers my question from the trailer.

They just run the van right up the ramp and the Major is there to take awkward questions. "District contractors" indeed. I hope he'll survive this movie, but I have my doubts. Oh, he's not going with them - I don't know if that increases his chances or not. WHAT THE HELL KIND OF RELATIONSHIP DO HE AND SARAH HAVE ANYWAY??

They didn't bother to close up the back before taking off??? Wow. Okay, I guess that works...

Carl uses himself as a shield for Sarah, which just makes her mad...

The Rev-9 flips out of the burning helicopter onto the ramp, and Carl just takes him down and shoots him. It doesn't take, but it's pretty glorious. SARAH AND DANI ROLL THE VAN OVER HIM OH MY GOD.

Needless to say, I'm pretty sure the Rev-9 will be back... in an EVEN BIGGER PLANE.

Oh, so the EMP is dead...? Maybe they can improvise something.

Flasback! Dani beats the punks that are harassing Grace and talks the last guy into not shooting her because "this is what Legion wants us to do". FUCK YEAH.

"FUCK FATE" is basically the motto of this series (and a slightly more concise, if vulgar, reframing of "no fate but what we make for ourselves" or "no fate" in T2).

OH MY GOD THAT LOOK ON FUTURE!DANI'S FACE WHEN SHE RECOGNIZES GRACE...

"You are the future" - okay, this is very moving and dramatic, but I feel like Grace should have mentioned this back on the TRAIN why the fuck did she wait this long.

"You're John..." Sarah gasps... and just adopted a kid. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, Y'ALL. Carl was right, she needs a purpose or else she’s just going to self-destruct.

YESSSSS, I love it when movies answer my questions: apparently future!Dani told Grace not to mention it earlier, because younger!Dani wouldn't be able to handle it. Ah, the ouroboros of causality... I'll buy it, but I still think the film would have been stronger if they had had this conversation earlier on the train.

plane vs. plane hijinks ensue. Grace puts the ship on autopilot so she can actually do stuff. There's a lot of flailing as the ship starts to explode. The REv-9 climbs aboard and uses his oozy bits to rip all the flesh off Carl's hand. There's a humvee with a parachute, but the way the scene is laid out, it's kinda convolunted, but okay.. ... They bust the door open so the humvee can drop out. Carl pins the chassis to the plane but the oozy bits escape and go running free towards them. The plane explodes seconds after the humvee pulls free and parachutes to the ground.... okay.

Sarah Connor's "Aw, fuck," as they land on the hydroelectric dam is GOLDEN.

#terminator #terminator: dark fate

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years

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The American Initiative

Part Eight

Summary: Grace Cleveland and Eleanor Baker both thought their lives were over, until they became part of something much bigger – the Avengers. Pairing(s): Clint Barton x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC Word Count: 1428 Blanket Warnings: Death, mentioned a couple of different ways, but not detailed; canon divergence; more based on Marvel movies. In the infamous word of Steve Rogers, “Language.”

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For a couple weeks after that rooftop kiss, Grace and Clint both acted as though nothing happened. The kiss had been electric, and it was a lot to take in for both of them. They went back to training and bantering as usual, when Grace wasn’t in Tony’s lab, putting the finishing touches on hers and Ellie’s suit.

“I think you’ve done about all you can do here,” Tony finally told her. “Barton’s got somewhere to take you — go meet up with him.”

Grace nodded, knowing that meant her time as an official Avenger was close. She kissed Tony on the cheek before practically skipping out of the lab. She took the car Tony had ordered for her back to the facility, excited for her outing with Clint. She knew it wasn’t a date, and that was okay — especially considering she was pretty sure this was the day she was going to be told her codename.

She dressed casually, grateful for a day to be out of training clothes. Clint was waiting for her in a cab in front of the facility. She was anxious to know where they were going, and Clint was kind enough not to keep her in suspense.

“Alley Pond Park,” he informed her. “Hopefully we’ll see what I wanna show you.”

Grace clapped her hands excitedly, watching out the window for most of the ride. Before The American Initiative, she had never been to New York, and she loved taking in the scenery when she could.

The drive wasn’t awful; soon enough, the pair was getting out of the cab and venturing into the park. They made their donation at the vistor’s center, then picked a walking trail. They made small talk until coming to a wetland area with a pond. It was quiet and peaceful; Grace took a seat on the grass, Clint followed suit. They wowed over the animals they did get to see, darting back and forth in front of them.

“Whoa! Did you see that hawk? Came down so quick, back up just as quick, and still caught itself a fish!” Grace exclaimed.

Clint nodded. “That’s what I wanted you to see — an osprey. They come down quick and catch their prey. They’re stealthy and quick, as you can tell. They can live anywhere. They have these unique characteristics and behavior that helps them hunt and catch their prey — so unique, in fact, they have their own genus and family. So, even though it is a hawk, it’s still —”

“It’s own bird,” Grace smiled.

“Exactly,” Clint smiled back. “That’s why you’re Osprey. You and I have a lot of similarities, but you’re still your own.”

As another osprey came down over the water to catch its prey, Grace took in a deep breath; she felt an overwhelming sense of pride and only hoped that she would live up to the codename she had been given.

Ellie checked that the duffel bag Natasha had dropped off to make sure she had everything she would need for an overnight trip. They weren’t going far, just a trip into the city, but Steve was adamant that they also stay out for the night.

“You’ve never been anywhere but the facility and Tony’s place, as far as you can remember. We’re going to expand your horizons a little,” Steve explained.

Ellie simply shrugged; she trusted Steve with her life and then some. If he said she needed time away from the facility, he was probably right.

In the couple of weeks since discovering her ability to control a mind enough to make someone see her where she was not, they had discovered another of Ellie’s new abilities: she could take that mind Control and channel it to her hands. She could use it as a shield, or divert weapons and bullets and whatever object was thrown her direction. This was something that would aid her when reading a mind or controlling it wasn’t an option, but it also helped Steve pick a codename for her.

After checking into the hotel — which Ellie was grateful to see had two beds — Steve took them out on a tour of the city. They saw Central Park, including the zoo, Times Square, and took a ferry out to see the Statue of Liberty.

“She stands for the place our country is supposed to be — a place of freedom and comfort and strength. In the last few months, you’ve found yourself. You found your strength, your abilities, who you are.” He leaned on the rail of the ferry. “You, Eleanor Baker, are a force to be reckoned with, whether you realize it or not.”

In a moment of excitement, Ellie read Steve’s thoughts. “Liberty Force?”

Steve nodded, chuckling at her anticipation. “Liberty Force. That is, if you don’t mind being teamed up with ole Cap.”

Ellie shook her head. “Not one bit.”

The sound of running water woke Ellie the next morning. The hotel bed compared to her bed at the facility was infinitely more comfortable, and she had slept all the more better for it. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and looked up to see Steve coming from the bathroom, drying his hands with a towel.

A half-smile tugged at her lips at the sight of him in jeans and an undershirt, muscles clearly defined. He was a man if there ever was one – Ellie knew in that moment, when all she wanted was to close her eyes and not see him, but feel him close to her, that she had fallen for Steve Rogers.

“Hey, good morning,” he greeted, noticing that she was awake. “Hungry? I’ve got room service bringing up the best breakfast in Manhattan.”

Ellie nodded, sitting up fully. “Good morning. Breakfast sounds great.”

Steve tossed the hand towel back to the bathroom counter, then went to his bag and pulled on a t-shirt. “What would you like to do after breakfast?”

“Oh, um … I don’t know. I don’t really know what the options are, I guess.”

Steve nodded, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Well, there’s a few more sights we could see, or we could go to –”

“Tony’s,” Ellie said, reading his thoughts again. “I want to see Liberty Force’s suit!”

There was a knock at the door. “After breakfast?”

She nodded. “After breakfast.”

“Liberty Force,” Tony said, “you, my dear, we went roundabouts on a shield for you – that is, until we found out you have a shield of your own.”

Ellie smiled sheepishly, stamping down her pride over the uniform in front of her. She could see that it was derived from Steve’s suit, but was going to be more fitting. She loved the fingerless gloves and the Avengers patch on the shoulder.

“What’s this?” she asked, pointing to the weapon on a stand beside the suit.

“That was my idea,” Natasha spoke up. “Similar to my Bite, yours will land a harsh electroshock to your opponent. We changed up the color, of course, so that Liberty Force also has a Torch.”

Ellie couldn’t hide her excitement anymore. She let out a full on grin and approached the suit, checking it out up close and admiring the suit she would get to proudly don when she was deemed ready for a mission.

“Gracie,” Tony beamed, putting his arm around her and bringing her to a suit not far off from Clint’s. “With the coloring of the osprey, we went with grey instead of Barton’s very manly purple.”

Clint rolled his eyes.

“You’ve got your bow, your arrows, all same as Barton – but I have upgraded you a bit, as requested.” Tony pressed a button on bow, and wings expanded out from the quiver. “The osprey is able to dive down to hunt and catch its prey, and now, so can you. The boots are complete with repulsors, not unlike mine, the wings are aerodynamic, and the quiver has a repulsor as well.”

“Fall-safe,” Grace smiled, winking at Clint.

“A fall-safe,” Tony repeated. “Is there champagne in this facility? I think we need a toast to the two newest Avengers – Liberty Force and Osprey.”

There was applause all around, the sound growing louder as Nick Fury entered the room. The six original Avengers took their chance to view the suits up close, and Fury approached Grace subtly.

“Agent Cleveland, may I speak with you in private?”

Grace looked to the tall man beside her; she didn’t have Ellie’s mind reading capabilities, but somehow, she knew what this was about.

#TAImarathon #avengers #fanfiction #steve rogers #clint barton #ofc #steve rogers x ofc #captain america x ofc #clint barton x ofc #hawkeye x ofc #queue ... assemble

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overwatchladieslover · 5 years

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yooo so I had an idea... Fem!Reader works as tattoo artist at a high end tattoo parlor and meet some Overwatch ladies when they come in to get some ink.

You inspired me, so I decided to turn this into a semi-regular fic ! Thank youu !!

Tracer:She’s this client who drops in every once in a while, to try and schedule anappointment, but forgets it, or sets her mind on a different design. It takes ayear of this dance for Lena to actually get her tattoo. Shakes so much you’dthink the girl is a walking vibrator. Rambles for the entire duration of theinking.

Symmetra:Calm, already knows what she wants to get, a pleasure to work with. A bitsilent, doesn’t appear to feel pain, but keeps her eyes off the needle.

Pharah: Astatue. Knew from a young age what she wanted to get. Doesn’t flinch, despitethe fact that her first tattoo is on a sensible zone. Once it’s done, she looksat herself in the mirror, and her smile seems rather sad.

Zarya:Loves getting inked, but she has to be reminded to stay still a few times,since she has a rather endearing habit of talking with her hands. She andFareeha are often hanging out at the parlor, ever since Fareeha got hooked ontattoos. She’s not as hardcore as Zarya, who’s starting to look like a splendidtapestry.

Mercy: Shechose this parlor for hygiene reasons and is rather fidgety. She chose to gethuge wings inked on her back, which earns her a few remarks from Moira, whotagged along to get inked with her. Rambles through the pain, to aninsufferably smug geneticist.

Moira: Isused to getting tattooed, actually convinced Angela to get inked at the parlor.When she learned about the medic’s design, she scoffed before chuckling for 5minutes nonstop. She doesn’t seem to feel the pain, and takes it all in herstride, smirking at her colleague’s discomfort.

Sombra:She’s got a ton of tattoos, which she flaunts along her cybernetic enhancementsat the parlor, where she spends a lot of her time. Occasionally helps theartists when they are out of ideas for designs.

Widowmaker:Stone cold. Asks for what she wants, has very high standards. Very quiet. Onlytalks when spoken to. When she discovers that both Overwatch and Talon frequentthe parlor, she dies a bit on the inside.

Brigitte:Zarya has to hold her hand. Brigitte almost breaks a chair with her death grip.Tries to keep up her façade and not to cry. If she so much as gets teary-eyed,Fareeha steps in front of her, sheltering her from anyone trying to steal aglance at the mechanic.

D.Va: Is inthe exact same predicament as Brigitte, and will become her tattoo buddy, sincethey both have strange reactions to this kind of pain. D.Va feels the urge tokick everything.

Ashe:Doesn’t mind the pain, welcomes it. She’s pretty chill during the inking butbreaks the rules and often smokes in the parlor. No one tries to stop her,though. Hangs out with Widowmaker and Sombra most of the time.

Mei: Silently cries during the entire durationof the inking but doesn’t protest or anything. Everyone in the parlor lovesher, and finds her adorable, until she roasts a rude customer to death. Ifanyone tries to hurt her, they’re in for a world of pain.

Fanfiction,cause I love spoiling ya.

It was yourfirst day in the Cerance tattoo parlor. You were beyond excited, for it was arenowned establishment, and you looked forward to meeting your new colleagues.

One of yourcolleagues, named Louis, whom was 75% steel and only 35% human, given all thepiercings and augmentations he had, was waiting by the front door to give you atour.

The Cerancebuilding had three floors and an attic, it was an imposing sight. The darkmarble contrasted with the flashing white of the intricate mouldings. Twocolumns, black with matching white and gold mouldings. The kitsch architectureseemed to flaunt the parlour’s wealth and status as one of the best in theworld.

“I know,makes me wanna puke too.” Said Louis, despite his three-piece suit, and neatlytrimmed beard, a certain aura of nonchalance followed him.

The firstfloor was reserved for ‘nobodies’, random people who saved for months on end toafford a tattoo at the infamous Cerance parlour. Celebrities, influencers andanyone who was someone, winded up on the second floor. It was lavishlyfurnished, just like the rest of the building, but there was an actual bar, andwaiters almost running from room to room. A French door led to a balcony, whereclients and guests smoked while appreciating the inner courtyard’s garden.

You askedLouis about the third floor, as your colleague showed you the basement. Heturned around.

“We aren’tallowed to ask. Only few of the artists have access to it, it’s under heavyguard. There are separate stairs to get to the third floor…And rumour has it,the clients get to it by using a secret elevator.” He whispered, his eyesdarting to the sides.

“Woah, thatis not suspicious at all.” You grinned. He seemed shocked by your attitude, andresumed his tour with the equipment stored in the basement.

Once yourlittle tour was over, Louis sent you to the second floor, to get to your boss,a man going by the name of Trelawny. You tried asking some of the waitpersons,but they were too busy, flashing apologetic smiles as they dashed past.

Stumblingto the bar, you barely had the time to catch your breath, after dodging withthe servers, as a hand gripped your shoulder.

“You mustbe the new recruit!” You spun around to meet a middle-aged woman, with a tightponytail and an even tighter blouse.

“I am. I’mY/N, a pleasure to make you-” You didn’t even have time to finish yoursentence, the hand you had extended for a formal handshake had been used topropel you into a closet you had not even noticed, hidden behind a lush plant.

“We don’thave time for pleasantries dear, there’s a uniform for you on the bench, getdressed quickly!” She slammed the door before you had time to tell her that youwere a tattoo artist, not a waiter.

You decidednot to act out on your first day, instead getting dressed as fast as you could,tripping in the dark, failing to find the switch.

Rushing outof the closet, a barman slid a tray in your hands, barking out several rooms inyour ear, as it was hard to hear amidst the chatter and the obnoxious pianoplaying in the background.

You spentabout two hours playing the waitress, your lungs begged for mercy. You put yourtray on the bar, waiting for your next order.

You turnedaround, already ready to run at full speed to your client, before collidingwith someone. The drinks spilled on your uniform, and you knocked your head onthe way down.

“Shit,” Youhissed, opening your eyes to see an extended hand. “I’m so sorry Miss, I shouldhave been more careful, it’s my first day and…” The hand pulled you up, and youfussed over the client’s ruined shirt, dabbing furiously at the mix of drinksmaking the white shirt quite transparent, enough for you to see a blue light onthe customer’s chest.

For thefirst time since your misadventure, you looked up to see the world famous adventurer,Lena Oxton herself.

“Motherfucker.”You let out, eyes wide as saucer, without realising it.

This causedthe Brit to erupt into a contagious fit of laughter.

You claspedyour hand over your mouth, terribly embarrassed.

“I’m-I’m sosorry, I didn’t mean to say that, my nerves got the best of me, and also sosorry for running into you with my tray, and ruining your shirt, I’ll pay youback, I am so sorry Miss Oxton, forgive me for my mistake-” Lena Oxtoninterrupted your rambling with a wave of her hand, as the last of her laughtersubsided.

“It’s allright luv, we all make mistakes! Plus, that was funny! I’ve never been greetedwith ‘motherfucker’ before, so that’s refreshing.” She giggled, helping youpick up your tray and what was left of the drinks you were supposed to deliver.

You heard aloud gasp behind you, to find the woman who pushed you into the closet.

“What haveyou done? Miss Oxton, I apologise for the stupidity of this klutz!” She grabbedyou by your ear, pinching forcefully.

“It’s quitealright Madame Isabelle, she made me laugh!” She smiled brightly, shooing awaythe waiters attempting to dry her shirt.

“You aregetting to Mister Trelawny’s office right now, young lady!” Spat MadameIsabelle, dragging you by the lobe of your ear through a labyrinth of corridor.As you left the common room, Lena Oxton offered a sympathetic shrug.

You arrivedin the lavishly decorated office, soaked to the bone, with your ear on fire,and feeling absolutely mortified.

MadameIsabelle came in first, telling you to wait for a few minutes. You tried tomake yourself look decent, but to no avail.

You heardher yelling through the massive oak door, and felt her stomping against thewooden floor.

The doorswung open, revealing an incredibly tall man, with a fabulous moustache and aridiculously large top hat.

“Ah! Thereshe is!” Grinned the man, “I’ve been looking for you all over, Miss Y/N!” Hegrabbed your hand, placing a smooth kiss over it.

“Please doforgive Madame Isabelle for her temper, she lives off rage and bitterness.”Trelawny cast a wink your way, as Isabelle shrieked with outrage.

“MisterTrelawny!”

“Yes, thatis my name, dearest Madame. You are dismissed, and please, double check thatthe waiters you mistreat are not renowned tattoo artists.” Grinned Trelawny,his eyes twinkling with mischief.

MadameIsabelle scoffed at the cold dismissal, before stomping away.

“My dear, Itruly apologise for what our dear Madame has put you through,” He extended hisarm, which you took gladly, as he led you into his office. “I hope that you arestill willing to join us, despite this…incident.”

You satdown on a comfortable armchair, in front of a fire, as your boss poured yousome cognac.

“I am alsoat fault, I should have been more cautious, but I accept your apology. I simplyhope that Miss Oxton has a spare shirt around.”

Trelawnylaughed at that, before sitting down next to you.

“Miss Oxtonpractically lives her, I gather she has her own quarters.” He took a sip of hisown glass, barely grimacing at the sour taste.

“I didn’tknow this parlour doubled as a hotel.” You looked at him questioningly.

“Y/N, theCerance is more than meets the eye.” He winked, as the twirled the tip of hismoustache, apparently deep in thought. “Your former employer mentioned yourdiscretion, I trust you will do very well on the third floor.”

That earneda gasp from you.

“I heard itwas rather hard to get in, why me?” You asked.

“You’veproven yourself to be quite versatile, which will be a key quality on the thirdfloor. As well as your discretion, since you will be working withrather…peculiar customers.” He chuckled, he was about to say something beforethe door to his office flew open, revealing a rather dishevelled Brit.

“Josiah!Don’t fire her, she meant no harm at all!” Huffed and puffed Lena, resting herhands on her knees.

This causedTrelawny to erupt into a belly-deep round of laughter. The puzzled adventurerlooked at you, confused.

“He is notgoing to fire me, I think…” You tried to explain, still struggling to processthe situation yourself.

“Sinceyou’re here, darling Lena, would you mind showing our dearest Y/N to the thirdfloor?”

Oxtonnodded eagerly, smiling from ear to ear.

“You’recoming to the Third? Oh man, now, that’s great news! We’re gonna have tons offun!” She didn’t waste any time, grabbing you by your arm and all but draggingyou through a complex labyrinth of corridors and doors, until you reached aseemingly forgotten broom closet.

“Uhh…” Youwere about to ask Miss Oxton if she was lost, as she pulled on a shelf. A dingsound echoed in the room, as the wall cut in half, revealing an elevator.

“Is allthis secrecy necessary?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Quite.”She winked, before blinking in the elevator, just as the doors opened. Yourushed after her, resisting the urge to gawk at her powers.

Lenawhistled, pointedly avoiding making any small talk. Just as the doors startedto open, she patted your shoulder.

“Listen,everything you see in here, stays in here. Josiah trusts you, and so do I, Ithink you’re an honest lass, but you can’t be too careful.” She sounded quiteserious, which seemed to be rather rare.

You nodded.“I’ve had to work with rather strange clients before, I don’t suppose this willbe any more diffi-” And as you walked out of the elevator, you found yourselfface to face with Mei-Ling Zhou.

“Oh, hi!”She smiled and waved excitedly, “You must be the new girl everyone keepstalking about, I’m Mei!”

“I, hum,I’m Y/N, a pleasure, Miss Zhou.” You had read her journal, it was an honour tomeet her in the flesh.

“No need tobe so formal, Y/N! Mei’s just fine!” She giggled, before stepping aside,revealing a door leading into a titanic lounge, where several celebrities andinfamous spies, snipers and outlaws seemed to be lazing about.

You didn’teven realise your mouth was wide open until Lena gently pushed it close.

“Told you!”She blinked past you and onto the bar’s counter.

“Heyeveryone! This is Y/N, and she’ll be taking care of us from now on! Be nice,and remember, Hana, no biting!” All the attention was now focused on you, asvarious members greeted you.

You feltcold sweat running down your spine, as you gathered yourself and offered a waveand a smile.

This wasgoing to be a long, long day.

Just asLena dropped down from the countertop, a white-haired woman with blood-red eyesstood in front of you, hand extended.

“Ashe.” Shestated.

“Y/N.” Youshook her hand firmly, causing her to smirk approvingly at your grip.

“I want atattoo. On my back.”

“Alright,but I have no idea where the tattoo rooms are on this floor.”

She shookher head.

“We gettattooed where we want to, but we have a room for the squishies.” She pointedover her shoulder to the world-renowned gamer, Hana Song, who, without lookingup from her handheld gaming device, gave Ashe the bird.

“Isn’t itdangerous?” You asked, cocking your head to the side, where a small mountain ofenergy drinks stood menacingly on the coffee table in front of the Korean gamer.

This causeda round of laughter to erupt around the room.

A giant ofa woman, with bright pink hair, which you knew to be the infamous AleksandraZaryanova, slapped your shoulder, sending you tumbling onto the sofa where thegamer was lounging.

You landedon something that was too rough to be a simple couch. You opened your eyes tosee a woman materialising out of thin air, just under you.

“Well, youhave a strange way of introducing yourself, Y/N.” Grinned the not-a-couch lady.

“What theever-loving fuck?” You muttered.

She cackled,saying something along the lines of ‘I like this one’ in Spanish, beforedisappearing, leaving you to crash onto the couch again.

“What thehell was that?” You asked, your eyebrows raised so high they met your hairline.

“Oh, that’sjust Sombra.” Came a voice, with a noticeable French accent, from behind thebar. A tall figure with long, silky black hair so dark it seemed blue, and askin to match, was pouring wine into fancy-looking glasses.

“Sombra, asin the group of hackers? She’s a member?” You were completely bewildered, what wasgoing on here?!

“Oh, no,she is the group of hackers. To put it simply.” Answered the mountain of awoman that was Zarya.

You were completelybaffled at their lack of secrecy. Someone tapped on your shoulder. TheFrenchwoman was handing you a glass of wine.

“I don’tdrink when I work.” You stated.

“In thisplace, agents of Overwatch, Talon, Vishkar and many more meet. Believe me, youwill need a drink.”

“Thanks, Iguess…” You took a sip of the wine, as the white-haired woman was staring youdown intensely.

“Let’s get to work, Y/N.”

You finallymade it back to your apartment, a bottle of whiskey tucked under your arm.

Closing thedoor, you sighed heavily.

“My life isso fucking weird.” You stated, sinking to your knees against the door.

“Oh man,shit hasn’t even started.” A familiar voice came from your left, revealing thewoman you now knew to be Sombra, crouching next to you.

You jumpedto your feet, holding your hand against your thundering heart.

“What are youdoing here?”

“Well, yousee, our work is very important, but we need a place to unwind. As always, I amobliged to give you the mandatory ‘spill the beans and we’ll spill your brains’talk.” She came closer to you, a feline-like approach, which made you feel likea prey.

“So, youkeep your pretty mouth shut, and you’ll get a big, fat payroll each month. Not thatyour apartment’s bad… It’s certainly… something.” She gestured to the crumblingwalls. “And also, you’ll get to restock your fridge.”

So, shehelped herself to your food. What a dear.

“I justmoved in, and it was rather tough to find a decent flat in the borough.” Youtried to justify yourself, in vain, as Sombra tutted, while waving her finger.

“Don’tworry your pretty head over it, Y/N. Keep quiet, and keep working, and everythingwill be fine.”

“How will Iknow you guys won’t come after me after my contract is through?” You asked, asSombra made a beeline for your kitchen, downing the rest of your apple juice. Youdared not utter a word, despite the fact that it was the last semi-edible thingyou possessed.

“Sometimes,”She rested against the windowsill, the open window making her hair fly,highlighting her gorgeous features and feline grin. “You gotta take a leap of faith.”

She letherself fall from the window. You gasped, your bottle of whiskey shattering againstthe ground, as you ran to the window, only for you to catch a glimpse of brightpurple particles in the air.

“What adrama queen.” You sighed, massaging your temples. You cleaned up the remains ofthe shattered glass, before gazing into your fridge, hoping to find a yoghurtto sate your growing hunger, only to see that it had been completely restockedwith fresh vegetables, meat, white wine…

Maybe thisjob wasn’t so bad after all .

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elisajdb · 5 years

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Nurse ChiChi

AN: Special thanks to Funsexydragonball for giving me permission to write this story based on her art. Although an OC from my Life With You story is featured here, this isn’t a tie in to that story.

Nurse ChiChi

Traffic was light this late morning as ChiChi pulled into a familiar parking deck of Wukong Hospital. She’s come here every day for almost two months. ChiChi felt as if she was an employee of the hospital instead of a guest.

Grabbing her usual six large and loaded tote bags, ChiChi headed for the parking deck elevator. This was becoming routine for ChiChi. While Gohan was discharged and now in space with Krillin and Bulma, Goku was still in the hospital. The injuries Goku sustained in his battle with Vegeta left Goku bedridden in a body cast and a customized medical bed for patients with severe injuries.

The doctor told her it will take Goku’s body four months to heal and even then, it wasn’t guaranteed Goku’s body would ever be normal again. Of course the doctor spoke as if Goku was human. He was an alien and that gave her and Goku some hope his body will be normal again by Goku’s standards.

“Mrs. Son!”

ChiChi turned at the call of her name. She smiled seeing the familiar face of Nurse Fanci. Nurse Fanci worked the floor Goku was on. The pretty blond nurse was a kind woman and a friendly ear of support to ChiChi. She developed sympathy for ChiChi after overhearing ChiChi was separated from her husband and son in the past year. Nurse Fanci allowed ChiChi to stay a few hours after visiting hours were over and sometimes overnight. In return, ChiChi showed appreciation for the nurse’s kindness by sharing food. Hospital food was not enough for Goku’s stomach. So ChiChi would make extra food for him and shared meals with the nursing staff on the floor Goku resided on.

Nurse Fanci noticed the bags ChiChi carried with her. She freed ChiChi of one bag and pressed the button for the parking deck elevator.

“I thought you were already here,” ChiChi told Nurse Fanci.

“I have a mid-shift. I’ll get off at eleven tonight.” Nurse Fanci peeked in the bag she held. It was stuffed with food. “I still can’t believe your husband eats all this.”

The two stepped in the elevator. Nurse Fanci pressed for the ground level of the hospital floor. “This is only half of what I usually cook for him. Since Goku’s still recovering, his appetite isn’t 100% yet.” ChiChi pointed to the bag Nurse Fanci held. “That’s for everyone on the floor.”

“Thanks! By the way, you have to give me your recipe for the dishes you made yesterday. I wanna cook it for my fiancé when he comes home this weekend. His tour is ending and we can finally plan our wedding.” She squealed. “I’m so excited I may jump him naked when he walks in the door.”

ChiChi would never tell Nurse Fanci this but she was a bit envious. It’s been over a year since she and Goku had intimacy. Grieving over Goku’s death and Gohan’s abduction killed any desires for sex. When she and Gohan shared the room with Goku, ChiChi couldn’t think of that part of her body. However, with Gohan gone and she and Goku alone, small fires were burning in her. Alone, she and Goku finally had a much needed talk over everything that happened since his death. Also alone, the two shared kisses. Unfortunately, that was all they could do with Goku wrapped like a mummy and trapped in that strange medical bed. It didn’t stop ChiChi’s mind from wandering. Sometimes she wondered if she could move up to Goku’s face and allow Goku to love her with his mouth. She could return the favor to him. The bandages weren’t wrapped around his intimate areas. If she wanted to…

Oh, what was she thinking?! This was a hospital. They couldn’t do that. She will have to wait until Goku was discharged from the hospital.

However long that may be. Geez. Why did she have to suffer so much? It was as if the Gods were playing a cruel joke on her.

Nurse Fanci noticed ChiChi was quiet as they stepped off the elevator. Her cheeks were pink, too. “I’m guessing you and Goku haven’t taken advantage of finally being alone.” ChiChi didn’t say anything but her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. “You should,” she told her bluntly. “You’re finally alone now. It might be your only time to be alone at night for a while.”

ChiChi turned to her at the surprising news. “What do you mean?”

“My boss was lenient allowing you to stay after hours when your son was here. She doesn’t think it’s appropriate now with your son not in the room anymore.”

“I see.” ChiChi met the woman few times. She appeared nice but she understood the head nurse’s reason she and Goku couldn’t be alone anymore after hours.

They entered the ground level of the hospital. Nurse Fanci waved at a few familiar faces before she and ChiChi stepped on the elevator to where Goku resided. Alone again, Nurse Fanci told her, “However, if you happen to be walking around in a nurse’s outfit after hours, my boss won’t notice you in Goku’s room.”

“Nurse’s outfit?”

“Sometimes we have to change uniforms at work. There’s always a spare in the nurse’s locker room. It’s at the end of the hall to your husband’s room and it’s usually empty at nine at night since all nurses are either at their station or doing rounds to patient’s room.”

The doors opened and the two stepped off the elevator. “Of course you need to know the passcode to get in.”

ChiChi was flattered at Nurse Fanci’s offer but she couldn’t do that. “I really can’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

Nurse Fanci walked ChiChi to the door of Goku’s room. “8491 is a lucky number don’t you think?”

ChiChi stared at the woman. Was she….?

Nurse Fanci repeated. “I think I’ll play 8491 in the Lucky 4 lottery tonight. Who knows? I might get lucky. You might get lucky, too.” She winked at ChiChi and walked off.

ChiChi knew what Nurse Fanci just did but ChiChi couldn’t possibly do what Nurse Fanci was suggesting. It was indecent, illicit and highly improper!

‘I cannot believe I’m doing this.’

But here she was bypassing the elevator and heading towards the nurse’s locker room. A few minutes ago she kissed Goku good night. She was heading home but when she got to the elevator, she found herself looking towards the end of the hall where the nurse’s locker room were.

If only this afternoon didn’t happen.

This was torture.

When Nurse Fanci came into Goku and ChiChi’s room that afternoon, she explained she had to change Goku’s bandages and give Goku a sponge bath. Much to ChiChi’s surprise, Nurse Fanci asked ChiChi to assist her. Right then, ChiChi should’ve suspected she was being set up.

“So, Dr. Neal told me Goku’s healing faster than expected,” Nurse Fanci said after she carefully removed Goku’s bandages around his chest. She dumped the old and smelly bandages in the trash on her cart while ChiChi dipped a sponge in a bowl of warm water. “A few more tests will be performed in the morning but prognosis are good that Goku will be moved to a normal bed tomorrow.”

Since Goku has been wrapped for a month, Dr. Neal ordered Goku’s bandages and cast to be replaced. This allowed Goku to be cleaned by a sponge bath. With Goku dead and in the hospital recovering, she didn’t give much thought over their lack of intimacy. However, something stirred in her, as she gently bathe Goku’s chest with a wet sponge.

He was bigger than last time she saw him. That training he received from King Kai was very effective. As she rubbed the sponge from his chest to his chiseled abs, ChiChi caught Goku’s gaze. He was blushing. When Goku was bandaged weeks ago, she could hear Goku yelling and griping at the nursing staff. Goku didn’t like being touched this way by anyone except with her. Seeing his heated gaze, she saw the need and loneliness in his eyes. He missed her intimately, too.

“I called my fiancé on my break. He told me he’s coming in on Flight 8491.” Nurse Fanci neatly stacked the clean bandages as she waited for ChiChi to finished Goku’s sponge bath. “I’m so excited to be with him after being apart for so long. We’re like any couple who’s been apart for a long time. We’re gonna take any opportunity to be together.” She smiled brightly at ChiChi. “8491. I just love that number.”

ChiChi blushed as she understood what Nurse Fanci was telling her. Instead of a sponge, her hands mistakenly touched the muscles on Goku’s chest. His skin felt so warm under her hands. His muscles felt so tight. Gripping the skin underneath her fingers, ChiChi’s mind flashed back to over a year ago. She was pinned to the bed, gripping this chest as Goku moved in and out of her in rapid session. She could still hear her screams and Goku’s grunts as he slid in and out of her.

Feeling eyes on her, ChiChi noticed Goku looking at her tensely again. She knew that look. Her insides tightened. She thought she could wait but she needed this. She needed him. Tonight.

ChiChi reached the nurse’s locker room without trouble. She looked around nervously before typing 8491 into the keypad. The door clicked. ChiChi turned the knob and entered before she could change her mind. The locker room was empty as she was told. Her eyes fell on what had to be nurse’s uniform closet. Well, she’s come this far. There was no turning back now.

Twenty minutes later, ChiChi looked herself over in the mirror. Her hair was free from its bun and pulled back in a ribbon. There were spare nurses’ uniforms in the closet but this one was the only one to fit. The white nurse’s uniform was so snug, forcing her to leave the top button open. It did flatter her small waist and curvy hips but it was too short for her liking as it stopped at her mid thighs. ChiChi figured she looked like the women in those movies Master Roshi like.

Hmm ChiChi wondered as she viewed herself. Maybe that’s how she should play this. She smiled, liking the idea as ChiChi placed the white nurse’s cap on her head to complete the outfit. Yes. That’s exactly how she will play it.

ChiChi left the nurse’s locker room. She checked both ways of the empty halls before she sped walked down the corridor to Goku’s room. As she walked by the Nurse’s Station, ChiChi saw Nurse Fanci sitting at the desk. She flashed ChiChi a wicked grin and a thumb’s up before watching the married woman enter the room.

Goku was jolted awake!

His eyes opened to a dimly lit room. He fell asleep not long after ChiChi kissed him goodbye and went home for the night. What… what had awakened him?

“Uhhh!” Goku grunted; his body grew taunt. He felt something. Something warm and wet on him. Looking down, Goku saw someone on him, a woman at his waist, sucking his…. “Ahh!”

He groaned, his head pressing back on his cushioned pillow as a warm tongue licked the head of his penis. ‘She’s sucking me off!’ This was wrong he told himself. Only ChiChi could do this. He made a promise to her. He let out a loud moan as the woman’s lips closed over him. Soft hands cupped him and gently rolled his balls in her hands while she moved up and down his thick length.

“Damn!” he moaned aware of the intense tingling moving to his throbbing sex. Whoever she was, she sucked him like his wife. But it wasn’t ChiChi. He had to resist. He had to stop this woman. Goku tried to move his legs in an attempt to kick the woman off him but he only hurt himself, causing his body to spasm in pain. “Get….off!” he gritted at the woman.

The woman didn’t listen. In fact, she doubled her efforts, sucking him harder while her hand moved quicker. Her delicious tongue swept around his throbbing sex. “No,” he moaned feeling his orgasm building, feeling himself start to leak. “Nngg!” That tongue licked his tip again. The more he tried to resist, the more persistent the woman became with her sucking, cupping and licking. He tried to control himself but his hips, still sore, moved on its own as his body was peaking. He wasn’t one to lose the battle of the wills but in his vulnerable state, he couldn’t stop himself as he grunted loudly and exploded. His body pulsed as spurts of his liquid filled her mouth.

This woman made him betray his wife. He hoped she choked on it.

Moments later, Goku felt the woman withdraw his softening organ from her mouth. He panted, shocked, upset and ashamed of himself. What had he done? Damn his body for not being strong enough; damn him not resisting this woman and her wonderful mouth.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he told the woman in the dark. “Only my wife does that.”

Silence from the woman. Did she feel guilty? She should. What she did was a bad thing.

A laugh echoed in the room. A familiar laugh that reached Goku’s ears.

Goku’s body healed a lot faster than any human patient but he wasn’t completely healed. As a result, sometimes his body act weird. Right now he felt ChiChi’s Ki at the end of the bed. That wasn’t right since ChiChi left for the night. She went home but his body told him she was here.

In the dimly lit room, he could make out a woman on his bed. From the white hat on her head, Goku knew it was a nurse and yet the Ki he felt from this woman was his wife.

“ChiChi?” It felt like her but it didn’t look like her.

The woman crawled on him coming into the light. Goku’s entire body grew rigid, his mouth fell open as his wife’s pretty face came into view. “It’s Nurse ChiChi.”

“Huh?” It really was his wife! His body was shaking; his mind too stunned to form coherent words.

“Hello, Goku.” ChiChi licked her lips at him. She sat up and straddled his waist. “You still taste delicious.”

“Why are you in that outfit?” Goku questioned as his eyes raked over her body in the nurse uniform. Her breasts look ready to burst, her waist looked so tiny and her legs straddled him, hiking up her uniform to where it barely passed over her hips. She looked good. “And why are you here? I thought you went home.”

“Go home?” ChiChi feigned innocence. “I just started my shift. I’m Nurse ChiChi. I’ll be your nurse for the night.”

“Uhhh…..” What was ChiChi talking about? “So, you’re gonna stay here tonight?” ChiChi nodded. “Oh.” Well, that was a relief. It won’t be so lonely with ChiChi here. “Wha…” he grunted as ChiChi deliberately settled against his soft organ. She wasn’t wearing underwear. “ChiChi….” he said uncertain. “What are you doing?”

“Nurse ChiChi,” she corrected him. ChiChi’s caressed Goku’s face with her right hand. “You poor dear. I understand you were separated from your wife and son for a year. That had to be hard.”

“Huh?” Why was ChiChi acting like she doesn’t know this? They had this talk.

“I imagine you were lonely.”

“Well, running on Snake way was lonely but when I reached King Kai’s place, it wasn’t so bad.”

ChiChi opened another button of her uniform. “I’m sure King Kai provided you with adequate physical training except in one area.”

Goku thought for a moment. “No. King Kai’s training was physically brutal. There wasn’t any area he missed.”

ChiChi laughed as she opened another button, exposing her bare breasts to her sweet, innocent husband. “Oh, I think there was one area he missed.” ChiChi rubbed her moistening sex against Goku’s relaxed organ.

The reaction was immediate! “ChiChi,” Goku sucked in a breath as ChiChi grind him. “Why are you doing this?”

“Nurse ChiChi,” ChiChi slapped a hand over his bandaged chest. “And I’m here to help you, Goku. Surely after a year,” she rubbed against him, “this muscle needs training.” She moaned feeling some relief as their sex rubbed against each other. “I need training, too.”

When he thought about it, it had been a while. Over a year actually. “Okay, but I’m kind of stuck, ChiChi—“ he groaned as ChiChi pulled away. She moved up so she was sitting on his stomach. “Why’d you stop? It was starting to feel good.”

“Nurse ChiChi,” ChiChi repeated. “I won’t reward you unless you call me by my name.” ChiChi read the confusion in Goku’s eyes. She leaned forward and kissed him. Dropping the persona, she whispered. “This may be the only time you are this vulnerable. I can be in full control for once instead of fighting you to be on top.”

ChiChi resumed kissing Goku. As her tongue slid between his lips, his eyes widened in realization. It finally clicked for Goku. The strange behavior in ChiChi. Her insistence he call her ‘Nurse ChiChi.’ Goku shifted his face, breaking their kiss. “You wanna roleplay now? But…. but we’re in the hospital.”

He was starting to whine and when Goku whined like this, it meant he didn’t want to do something and he would do his best to get out of it. ChiChi felt her anger rising. He wasn’t gonna whine his way out of this! ChiChi pulled back. “Spring Festival. Hot Air Balloon! You owe me!”

Goku’s brows furrowed in confusion. He remembered attending festivals at Gyu-Mao’s kingdom every fall and spring. “So? What did that----Ohhhh!!”

It was a simple task. Test the tethered hot air balloon that will be featured for the Spring Festival at Gyu-Mao’s castle. It would be a new feature at the festival along with the Ferris Wheel and Tilt O Whirl.

Aki and Mr. Lupp, villagers of Gyu-Mao’s kingdom would be operating the hot air balloon. The hot air balloon was tied at four points in an open field. From his station on the ground, Mr. Lupp would operate controls to make sure the tethered ropes didn’t tangle and stayed secure to the hot air balloon as it rose in the air and when its lowered to the ground. Aki would be in the basket with patrons as the pilot. Unfortunately, Mr. Lupp had a family emergency and couldn’t assist Aki to test the hot air balloon today. So Goku and ChiChi volunteered to help Aki. ChiChi was given the job as test pilot as Aki and ChiChi agreed Goku shouldn’t handle that task. The crash course Aki gave ChiChi was enough for her to successfully pilot the hot air balloon to its 100 feet limit.

“How is it?” Aki talked to ChiChi through the two way radio.

“The view is great!” ChiChi told him. “The people will love it!”

“What do you think, Goku?” Aki asked.

ChiChi handed Goku the radio. “It’s not Nimbus but I like it.” The radio fell silent. “Hello?” Nothing. Goku shook the radio. “Helloooooo!!” He looked to ChiChi for an explanation. “I don’t think he heard me.”

ChiChi examined the radio in Goku’s hand. “Oh, Goku.” She put his finger on a switch. “You have to turn this switch to open two way communication. You must’ve flipped it off when I gave the radio to you.”

Understanding, Goku flipped the switch and repeated. “It’s not Nimbus but I like it.”

“I’m setting the timer to five minutes since that’s the limit we’re giving everyone who wants a ride,” Aki told him. “Then I’ll bring you down and we can call the testing a success.”

“Can we stay up here longer?” Goku requested.

ChiChi’s brows wrinkled, puzzled. “Why?”

Goku shrugged. “I want to. It’s a nice view. Please,” Goku begged.

ChiChi eyed him skeptically before shrugging. “Fine,” ChiChi gave in, “but not too long. We have to check on Gohan. He should be waking up from his nap soon.”

“If you two are gonna stay up there for a bit, I can go to the castle and get some lunch,” Aki chimed in. “The king is providing lunch for the crew and I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” The radio suddenly fell silent. Goku looked down to see the tiny dot that was Aki jogging towards Gyu-Mao’s castle.

ChiChi had her back to Goku. She was opposite of him with her hands on the basket, looking out at the amazing view before them. Goku grinned as he lowered the radio to basket floor. ChiChi might get upset but he knew he could convince her to what he wanted.

“It is an amazing view,” ChiChi commented. “Dad’s kingdom look so pretty up here. We’ll have to come up here with Gohan tomorrow.”

“Mm-hmm,” Goku agreed as he sauntered to her. She looked cute in her blue sleeveless, buttoned shirt and white shorts. The clothes were a change from her traditional wear but when the weather was warmer, ChiChi often preferred modern clothes. Goku was glad ChiChi dressed more modern today. It made her more accessible for what he wanted, and with Aki gone for twenty, maybe thirty minutes, they didn’t have a lot of time.

Goku pressed his body against ChiChi’s from behind. They lurched and ChiChi gripped the basket tighter. “Careful, Goku. I don’t want us to fall.”

Goku wrapped an arm around her waist, assuring her should they fall, she was safe with him. “Do you think you would be in danger if we fall?”

Realizing her folly, she laughed. She’s married to the world’s strongest man after all. Goku wouldn’t let them fall to their deaths. “My mistake.” She felt his mouth on her neck. The action caused her to giggle. His hand on her left breast caused her to blush. His other hand unbuttoning her shorts and slipping in caused her to squeal. “Goku! What are you doing?!”

“I don’t think Nimbus would let us be intimate on it and I’ve wanted us in the skies for a while.” His tongue licked her neck, the hand on her breast pinched a nipple protruding through her shirt, his hand between her legs stroke her faster. He grinned feeling moisture on his fingers. “I’ll settle for his.”

ChiChi gripped the basket tightly. “Wait. We can’t.” She felt a finger slipped inside her and she automatically clenched around him. She whimpered feeling Goku tug her ear with his teeth. It was always a sensitive spot for her. “Ah!” she sighed feeling a second finger slip in her. Her back arch and her hips ground against his hardening shaft.

“We can if we want it,” Goku whispered in her ear. “And I want it.” It was a curse and blessing marrying a free spirited man like Goku. It was good he was up for anything as long it was fun and it felt good. It was bad as he pulled her along with him in moments like this; moments when she had to be the responsible and he wouldn’t allow it.

Her sighs gave way to soft cries as he worked her sensitive nerve with the increasing speed of his fingers. As a martial artist, Goku could move so fast one couldn’t see his movements. ChiChi later learned Goku didn’t limit this skill to his martial arts. ChiChi’s gripped on the basket turned her knuckles white due to the speed Goku moved his fingers in her.

“Should I stop?”

“No…..” ChiChi shuddered. “Don’t stop.”

“Bossing me again?” he teased. He could feel it. She was close. “You sure love doing that.” He pinched ChiChi’s hardened clit causing her to shriek and her tightened body to convulse on him.

ChiChi’s legs buckled but Goku’s arm around her waist kept her on her feet. Lost in the pleasure of her release, ChiChi was vaguely aware of her shorts and soaked panties falling to her ankles; her shirt opened and bra pushed over her breasts. Were Goku’s hands squeezing her bare breasts? Is he….is he naked behind her?!

“That was a good warm up, ChiChi,” she heard Goku say. “Now it’s time for the real thing.”

ChiChi’s eyes opened as she was suddenly awakened. Wait. They were still in the hot air balloon. Was he…. “Ohhh!” His thick, hot sex slid between her legs. When he took her this way, he always felt bigger, felt he went deeper in her. Goku, as always had control of his body, control over her when they were this way. Even in this element, Goku moved with skill and grace that befitted a master of martial arts while she was coming undone. Her body didn’t react to her mind but only to Goku; moving to his rhythm, rapid thrusts and basic needs.

“Feels good,” Goku whispered behind her. “You smell good.”

ChiChi fell under his spell. The pleasure swirling in her caused by him was impossible to ignore. She no longer feared sex in a hot air balloon, a hundred feet in the air. She no longer feared toppling out. She was hot, wet and mad with lust. With each thump and slam of Goku’s strong hips, her cheeks quivered; and the basket rocked dangerously. They could topple over and it thrilled her! She knew Goku would never let it happen but how far could they go; how far could they push it?

Emboldened, ChiChi grabbed Goku’s hand that squeezed her right breast. He brought his hand down between her legs. “Touch me,” she whispered to him.

The request was almost too much for Goku. The basket lurched and they tipped further this time. Goku released his hand on ChiChi’s other breast and gripped her hand that held the basket in place. While his left hand steady them, his other stroke between her. “Harder,” ChiChi directed him. “A little more,” she gasped. “There! Keep it there!”

Feeling himself near the end Goku sped up his hips. Slam. Slam. Slam. Faster and deeper he went thrusting in her sensitive, wet sex; his fingers stroked and pinched her sensitive nub while ChiChi held on for dear life until she succumbed to her orgasm. Her clenching body pushed Goku over the edge as he gripped her hips, molded his body to hers and poured his seed into her.

Neither move for several moments. Goku reacted first by loosening his hold on ChiChi. Without him to hold her, ChiChi’s legs buckled and her knees touched the basket floor.

As they recovered from their intense union, a crackling sound was heard on the radio then Aki’s voice. “If you’re done, I can let you down now.”

ChiChi’s cheeks were cherry red. Years later and it was still distressing to think about it. “It’s still embarrassing. I can’t believe you left the radio on!”

“He only heard the end of it,” Goku defended himself. “We were too high up for him to really see us.” While ChiChi was horrified being caught in a personal way, Goku found it funny. “To make us feel better, Aki told us he and his ex-girlfriend were caught by her Dad. That never happened to us.”

“It doesn’t matter. The hot air balloon incident wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you. For that and leaving me alone for a year, you owe me this.”

He wasn’t in any position to argue against her request. “You are aware someone could walk in on us.”

That’s where he was wrong. With Nurse Fanci outside, ChiChi was confident that wouldn’t be a problem. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“Okay,” Goku gave in, “But I can’t move.”

“I know.” ChiChi’s smile was wicked. “That makes it even better.”

Goku gulped. What did that mean?

ChiChi’s fingers glided over his face in a sweet caress. “I’m in control now.”

Goku looked at the door worriedly. “Can we really do this?”

ChiChi turned Goku’s head so he was facing her. “We can if we want it.” She leaned forward until her lips tug his into a sensual kiss. “And I want it.”

Kissing ChiChi and not touching her was pure torture. When her tongue slid in his mouth like this and danced with his, Goku wanted nothing more than to press ChiChi’s body against his. He wanted to show her how much he liked what she was doing. Goku tried to move his body, his arms, his legs anything to touch ChiChi but only received a spasm of pain in return. So much so ChiChi pulled back worriedly. “Did I hurt you?”

Goku shook his head frustrated at his condition. “No. I’m trying to move and I can’t.”

“Just relax and trust me with your body like I trust you.”

“I do but,” he whined, “I really wanna touch you.”

ChiChi slid up Goku’s body until she hovered over his mouth. “Then touch me,” she commanded. She grinned down at him. Never in her life had she felt so powerful over Goku. There were times he submitted to her intimately but it always ended up with ChiChi having the tables turned on her. Not this time she thought confidently. This time….

“Oh!” She yelped as she felt Goku’s tongue swirling around her sensitive bud. She gripped the round headboard and steadied herself so she didn’t fall on Goku’s face. Her legs settled on both sides of his face, her body moved up and down in a little dance as Goku’s tongue did amazing things to her insides. “Ahh!” she sighed feeling his tongue thrust in her neglected hole. A year without this; a year without his tongue thrusting in her, his teeth nibbling her folds and sensitive nub was worth it to have this moment. Her heated body tingled, eyes closed as he feasted on her. “More!” She spread her legs further, loving the feel of his tongue sweeping over her. “Oooo…..” She could feel it building, a yearlong climax in the making. Her body bounced, her fingers nearly bending the metal headboard tightly as she came on him. Her body dropped; inadvertently smothering Goku as she was lost in her sexual release.

She panted with her head leaning against the round headboard. She was unmoving until she heard a muffled, “Ummm cheechee?”

ChiChi looked down to see she was sitting on her husband’s face. She jerk back until she was sitting on his chest. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to smother you.”

In response, Goku licked his lips, grinning. “I’m fine, Nurse ChiChi. I forgot how good you taste.”

“You’re really okay?”

“Yeah. I’m just really hard right now.”

ChiChi turned and saw Goku standing erect with pools of liquid oozing at the tip. “I think I can do something about that.”

ChiChi’s insides were twitching. Finally, she will have her way with Goku and she didn’t have to worry about him knocking her on her back and taking over. He’ll have to accept her controlling the pace, moving as fast and slow as she pleased. Her smile was evil as her nails dug into his bandaged chest while lowering herself on him.

“Nnngh!” she grunted feeling Goku stretch her insides. A year away she forgot his size. She meant to ease herself on him but the hunger to feel Goku inside, pumping him in her tight sex consumed her. She gripped his chest and slammed down hard, burying all of him inside her.

Both howled at their union. The sudden pain at the large intrusion eventually gave way to wonderful sensations for ChiChi as she buck her hips back and forth, sometimes rising slowly to only his tip was inside before slamming down on him again.

Goku’s eyes were open, his mouth grunting each time ChiChi slammed down on him. He missed this feeling of ChiChi’s warm and tight sex sliding up and down him. It was torture for him, watching ChiChi bounce up and down him, watch her breasts jiggle, teasing him, taunting him he couldn’t to touch her. ChiChi rode him so fast and hard the cute, white hat she wore toppled off her head. He want so badly to roll over and pump her until she gripped the sheets, until she was screaming but he was at her mercy. He hated that she had so much control over him deciding when to go fast, when to go slow. He hated it but secretly he also loved it. It thrilled him and challenged him. Even in his vulnerable state, even if he was causing pain for himself, he wasn’t giving up complete control. He thrust his hips up, burying himself into ChiChi when she tried to slip out.

“Oh!” ChiChi gasped at the sudden thrust. She looked down to see Goku smirking at her. Still the fighter her husband was. ChiChi returned the smirk and slammed down on him. Up and down she went. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. The deeper she took him, the higher her cries got as it mixed with his moans. While it was thrilling to be in control over Goku this way, it was also torture for her. He couldn’t touch her the way she wanted him to; the way he often did before she reached her peak and she needed to be touched. Rocking back and forth on Goku with closed eyes, her fingers slid to wear they were joined. Sliding and touching their bodies where they joined overwhelmed ChiChi to another orgasm.

“Ah!” Goku groaned as he felt himself pulsing around her clenching sex. His hips shot up as he spurted himself inside her. He winced at the pain shooting up his back. Just as his hips dropped back on his bed, he grunted feeling his wife’s body fall on him. The sex was great but ChiChi might be setting back his recovery a few weeks. “Nurse ChiChi?” he called after moments of silence.

ChiChi propped her chin on his chest. She was so relaxed having a long itch finally scratched. “Just ChiChi. How do you feel?”

“I feel good.” It wasn’t a complete lie. He did feel good but he knew he was gonna feel it in the morning.

“Liar.” She knew he was hurting but she was happy he was willing to put aside some pain so they both could feel good together. ChiChi laid her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you. Thank you for doing this.”

Goku smiled down at ChiChi. “I just like making you happy, ChiChi.”

Outside, Nurse Fanci sat at her station speaking to her boss, Nurse Loy. Both were eating the dishes ChiChi made for the nursing staff. “So, did she do it?”

“Yep,” Nurse Fanci confirmed with a nod.

“Good. I’ve never seen a more uptight woman in my life.” Nurse Loy ate another bit of ChiChi’s food. “Excellent cook but a woman who needed a cock badly.”

“I was a little concern.” Nurse Fanci tapped her monitor with her fork. On it were all readings of all the patients on the floor. “Son Goku’s heart readings were off the charts. I thought she was killing him.” She whispered. “I peeked inside to make sure she wasn’t killing him.”

“Mmm,” Nurse Loy was impressed. “And?” She didn’t want to be left out of the details.”

“Let’s just say I wish my fiancé was coming home tonight. I’m gonna need my vibrator to get what I saw out of my system.”

The monitor at Nurse Fanci’s desk beeped again. It always alerted her when there was sudden change in a patient’s heartrate or blood pressure. Nurse Loy looked over Nurse Fanci’s shoulders concerned. “What’s going on? Which room?”

Nurse Fanci studied her screen and read where the warning beep was coming from. “Son Goku’s. Heartrate. Again.”

Both women grinned and finished their meals.

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Now Comes The Night

Contains Spoilers from “Project Daedalus” (Ep.9)

Named after the Song from Rob Thomas - Now comes the night

Cathrin gets more in touch with her new situation. A little sad story...

There are a lot of things to learn, when you came to a new place. Some are little, others are big, some are annoying and some are never changed. Or, like me, you have to learn everything new.

After an awkward conversation with Dr. Pollard I knew that PMS and all that it comes with are still sucks, better to handle but still ugh…

What also sucks were that jeans from the 21th century are not made to be worn in the engine room of a space ship. I ripped it, while Commander Stamets showed me the spore drive, I still not sure how it actually happened but that’s are the story, how I get my own Discovery uniform.

Tilly was so nice to introduce me the strange bathroom and helped me with most of the commonplace things. I got an impressive ship plan from Commander Saru along with another guided tour to Discovery. I apologized to Mr. Spock, our start was not the best but after that, we had a nice conversation and found some common ground to build our friendship on. Who had thought that?

Lt. Commander Airiam tried her best to teach me something she called Kadis Kot but she had to recognized like many others before her, that I´m absolutely inappropriately for any kind of board game. We switched instead to a lovely cup of hot chocolate and had a nice conversation about home and family. More members of the primary bridge crew jointed us and on this late afternoon, I first get a glimpse of that what could become my new home, maybe family.

But then…

„Please tell everyone, I love them.”

I felt my lips start to shiver. I pressed my hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying and was damned like everyone on the bridge, to watch the following seconds helplessly, unable to do anything to prevent it.

Than the unbelievable happened. A hollow crack and the merciless vacuum of space took Airiam away. I heard myself gasp for air, a tear ran down my cheek. She was gone. Shock, Sorrow, Pain flooded me, her friends on the bridge, let us all remained in silence, starring at the screen. From the corner of my eye I could see how Tilly starts trembling, struggling with herself, than she starts running.

“Silvia.“

I teared myself from my solidification and followed her. I catched her at the turbolift, jumped inside and put my arms around her before she could start protesting.

“It´s okay.“ I firmly pressed her against me. „I´m here.“ Before the doors closed, I could see Pike took a look at me, then Tilly and I were alone and she starts uncontrolled crying in my arms.

The lift stops at least three times before she was ready to step of. I put my arm around her and hold her hand. Still tears running down her cheeks. She tried to hold them back, unsuccessfully.

“Really Sil, it´s okay.” I towed her to the mess hall, placed her on a chair and took a seat beside her. “You are allowed to mourn.” I closed my hand around hers. „Everyone has, everyone will.“

„She is.“ Tilly bitted her lip. „She was my friend an now she´s gone.“ I said nothing, let her talk. “For no reason and we should go on like nothing happened?” “Nobody required that.” To be honest, I had no idea what the Starfleet Protocol provided in such a case but I was sure, that it offered time to mourn, everything else wouldn´t fit. “Take your time.”

I looked up as Detmer and Owo entered the room, raised my hand and waved them towards us. They sat beside us, both shocked, not so heavy as Tilly, but almost enough. I stand up to get everyone some tea or coffee, asked if they want something to eat, than I sat again.

“Can I do something else for you?” Nobody response, so I continued to talk. “Talk to each other, if you feel about it. Remember, she did it for you all, for the entire crew, to save you.”

“You are here too.” Rhys joined us meanwhile, now he looked at me. “I guess you both understand each other well.

“Well, if you would say it like that. I barely knew her.” I smiled softly. “Should I look after Burnham for you?”

“Oh shit, I totally forgot her!” Tilly jumped to her shaky legs, brushing away the tears from her face.

“Okay, sit down.” I stood up too and pushed her back to her chair. “I do that, than I inform you.” I placed my hands upon her shoulders. “She´s surely still in sick bay. All good!“

I smiled, than I walked away, hoping I was right with my guess. Halfway through I ran into Spocks arms.

“Ah finally.” I gazed at him.

“I was searching for you too.” He considered me with his usual view. “I´m just back from sick bay.”

“You were with Michael.” Thank god someone, but I kept that to myself.

“I was, yes.” He did something that could be a sigh. “She will be back on her feet soon, but Dr. Pollard would keep her a little longer under observation.

“Why?”

“She was hardly attacked by Lt. Commander Airiam.” He broke off. “Well, rather by the entity that controls her.”

“That doesn´t make it easier.” I let my head hang down. “Do you know anything about Commander Nhan?”

“Still in surgery.” Then he looked at me. „How is the rest of the primary bridge crew?“

“I put them around a table in the mess hall, I guess, there still sitting there. “ Another name came through my mind. “Commander Stamets?”

“Dr. Culber are with him.“

“Is that a good idea?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe not our best option, but in the lack of other options, not the worst. They are in the reception room on Deck 3, Commander Saru and some other crew members along.”

“Captain Pike?” I forgot him too. „He was not with my group.“

„Neither with mine. Maybe he is with Admiral Cornwell?“

We both shared a moment in silence, than looked at each other and spook simultaneously.

“Implausible.”

“Alright.” I shortly scratched my nose. “Would you be so friendly and inform the others how your sister is doing?”

“That should be feasible.” Spock nodded. „She sleeps at the moment. Someone should look after the Captain.” He looked at me.

“Well, I can do that.”

“Let me know, if you need help.” Than he left me, a little confused what to think about that comment, so I turned around heading to the Captains quarter. I pushed the doorbell, but still didn´t received an answer after my third try. I knocked gently.

“Captain?” I listened but again nothing. So next try. I turned around and headed through the bridge.

Only a few crew members passed me by, everyone looked sad and depressed. One the bridge the same picture, just a skeleton staff, engrossed in silence. I passed them and reached the entry to the ready room. The doors didn´t open, so I knocked softly.

“Come in.”

I entered and looked around. He sat on the couch in the rear part of the room, his collar released and his jacket half unzipped. Pike looked distracted and weary, I was not totally sure, but he probably had to fight with his tears as well.

“Hi.” I smiled lithely at him.

“Hey.” He looked at me. “Can I do something for you?

“Actually I wanted to ask you that.” I pointed towards him and with a wink he indicated me, to sat down. I walked across, sat down, than I looked at him. With sad eyes he gazed back. “Can I do something for you?”

Now he smiled a little bit.

“Do you know how Tilly is doing?”

“She´s sad, shocked, but not so upset as the time she left the bridge. Most of your primary bridge crew is at the mess hall, I think it´s good for them to be together for a while. Spock told me, that Michael is so far as it possible, okay. Nhan gets back on her feet too.”

“Thank you.” His eyes were still on me. “You don´t have to do this.”

“But I want, I can´t do nothing else.” My mouth twitched shortly. “And now it´s your turn.”

Again he smiled al little, started do say something but then brook with nothing.

“Captain.”

“Chris.” I looked at him, probably a bit surprised; nevertheless I was pleased by his offer.

“Okay, Chris.” Shortly I hesitated, than I grabbed his hand. “I don´t know how Starfleet goes through those things, but that wasn´t easy for you at all. You must get some rest even if it is just for a few hours. The Crew needs someone that gives them hold and I believe that someone is you.” That actually made him a bit embarrassed.

“I have a thousand things to do.”

“They surely don´t run away and are still here after some hours of sleep.”

“I didn´t have that time.” He softly shook his head.

“In that case coffee and a shower?” I pressed his hand, than I stood up and noticed, how he watched me.

“Black?”

„Yes, please.“ Pike leaned back, now a little bit eased. I came back with the cups and pressed one in his hands.

“Did you know her well?” I placed my hands around my coffee and took a small sip.

“Unfortunately not.” He sighed. „I have not been here for so long. She was nice, amenable, always with an open ear for her friends and popular by the whole crew.” He gazed in his cup, than to me. “What about you?”

“Me?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I really don´t know anybody here, but Airiam was always nice to me. She told me a game, I guess Kadis-Kot?” He nodded, so I moved on. “I would have liked to know her better.”

Then we remain silent for a little while, sipping our coffee, both followed our own thoughts. That´s when it happened to me for the first time. Everyone I ever had known are dead, without exception. I took a deep breath, sniffed a little.

“Everything okay?” Pike turned off his cup.

“Yes, it´s only.” I shortly closed my eyes, released a deep breath, than gazed at him. “Another time, don´t let me keep you longer.” I stud up and he followed me. “Shower was settled.”

“I didn´t forget.” He still looked heartbreaking shocked. I remembered darkly, that he didn´t handle it well to lose people. Every loss touched his heart and he mourned all of it honest and sincere. “But you should follow your own advice. To help hundreds of people to mourning is not exactly conducive to the mood.”

“Let´s see.”

“I could make it an order.” This got us both a little chuckle.

“No, you couldn´t.” Then I spread my arms and gave him a hug. For a moment he seemed too hesitated, than he replied it. I leaned back a little and looked at him. „But nice try.“

We released each other than I turned to go.

„Cathrin.“ I took a look over my shoulder as he accosted me. “Thank you.“

„Don´t mention it.“

I left the ready room and headed to my quarters. For a brief second I wondered, that nobody followed me. But with all that happened the last hours, I just had been forgotten and right now I was very happy about it. I entered my rooms, goes through the bathroom and following Chris “Order” to take care of myself. I stepped into the shower, closed my eyes and let the water wash my tears away.

Everything my new friends and companions had told me twirled in my head and made me even more sadder and I had to agree Chris, it had been a lot for me too.

I finished, dressed in my pajamas and laid down on my bed. Eventually I felt asleep but neither is was very long or especially good. Some more hard days are to come and if I just had suspected how hard, I would try harder to have a good night.

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