#i'm laughing at her cause she can't break my skin but like come on man

[skynapple]

times my mom has called me fat today: 2

times per month: 12345667422457908643632

#i'm laughing at her cause she can't break my skin but like come on man #plus size girlie things #cw fatphobia #the second time was actually bad enough for all my sisters to defend me so that was nice at least

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

In The Library

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader

Summary - Request for “Could you please write a NSFW scenario where Ominis and the female MC are working on homework in the library at night time. They start chatting, first about normal, everyday stuff but then the conversation turns playfully risqué, the topic comes up and MC admits that she's never been intimate with anyone before, Ominis is a little surprised because he thinks her and Sebastian have probably gotten together but MC admits that she has a crush on Ominis and then things kinda go however you want from there. Maybe they end up messing around in the library, out of sight? I love your writing ♥️"

Word Count - 1,540

Warnings - 18+ smut, somewhat exhibitionist

A/N - I feel like this definitely appeals to the folks who really like dialogue and dirty talk

You and Ominis were sat next to each other in the library. You had been lucky enough to find a spot with peace and quiet and best of all, Sebastian hadn't come to intrude you. You really enjoyed spending alone time with Ominis and felt like it didn't happen often enough.

You were about finished with the questions you had to answer for the assignment you were working on and you kept stealing glances at Ominis. He had such a particular beauty about him. His alabaster skin and clouded over blue eyes were such a striking contrast. His blonde hair always sat perfectly atop his head and you had such a strong urge to run your fingers through it to mess it up.

You loved watching his fingers glide across the braille pages in front of him it was almost as mesmerizing as listening to him read out loud to you. You caught yourself leaning towards him when your chair tipped over and you bumped right into his shoulder.

"Sorry," you muttered as you pulled yourself back up.

"Are you tired, Y/N?" Ominis marked his page before closing up his book, "We can be finished for the night if you'd like."

"No! I — I mean, no. I just finished with what I was working on for now so I was lost in my thoughts for a minute. I didn't mean to intrude in your personal space and distract you."

He smiled softly, turning to face you, "I don't mind. It might be good to take a break for a few minutes."

He leaned back, stretching out his arms and fingers over his head and you just fell back into admiring him. His smiled turned into a smirk and he rolled his eyes in your direction.

"I can tell you're staring at me."

Your cheeks turned red and you shuffled your books around to seem busy, avoiding his statement.

"It seems Sebastian hasn't landed you in detention in a few weeks."

You appreciated his change in topic and shrugged, leaning forward with your elbows on the table, "Well, he's been spending a lot of time with that student who showed up in 5th year. I'm not really sure what that's all about."

Ominis read your tone as one of jealousy, "Is that such a problem?" He sounded slightly annoyed, assuming you'd much rather have been studying with the other boy instead.

"I think it's pretty relaxing not having him around all the time," you confessed, struggling to read his expression, "I think it's been too long since you and I have spent time together without being his babysitter."

"I do agree, but I'll admit I thought you were closer with Sebastian than that."

"What are you talking about?" You angled your chair towards him, curious.

"I just thought that, well, you were..." his words trailed off and he gestured with his hand, trying to get you to understand the end of his sentence.

"Oh, gross! I would never with him. What is wrong with you Ominis? He's just an annoying brother to me."

This had his interest piqued; to hear that you lacked an intimate interest in Sebastian, but here you were with him.

He laughed lightly, "You can't blame me for thinking that. I'm not the only one. If not him then who else? Is there a mystery man in your life?" He teased you.

You felt a little taken aback that Ominis was asking you that. It also caused you to feel somewhat bashful.

"Well, no, why does there have to be anyone? What about you? I don't see ladies crawling all over you."

He wet his lips, giving you his full attention as he reached out to place a hand on your bicep.

"I might tell you, but we are talking about you right now. We spent the better part of 7 years here and there's no one that's caught your interest? That you've even experimented with."

You nearly choked on your own saliva when he asked you that. You hissed his name from your lips, quieting your voice to continue the conversation.

"Are you serious? You're asking me that here? No, I've never done anything like that, I'm way too busy with my studies."

"Never? What does that extend to? Surely you've kissed someone."

"Of course I have. Here and there, but nothing that was memorable, nobody I even care to remember."

"Have you had any clothes off with anyone around?" His voice was low and you convinced yourself that it was just to be quiet and avoid getting in any trouble.

You squeezed your thighs together to hide the heat you were feeling, but unfortunately his hand was firmly above our kneecap.

"O-Ominis, why are you asking me these questions?"

He traced over your leg with his fingers, completely fixated on you.

"I'm just curious."

You scooted your chair closer to him out of fear that you would be caught having this conversation any moment. Even if it was just Sebastian it would be mortifying.

"No, I haven't okay. I just wanted to wait for the right person."

"If that's true why are you telling me all of this?"

You turned your face away from him, speaking so he could barely hear it.

"I wanted you to be the person. I always have."

When you said that every ounce of restraint that Ominis had flew out the window. He sat up straight and took his hand back to adjust himself in his chair. He then searched for your chin, turning you back towards him.

"Then take off your undergarments."

You were floored, not having expected those to be the next words from his mouth. He felt your jaw go slack and leaned into your neck.

"If you keep your mouth open like that then we're going to have to go somewhere else." You shivered hearing the lust in his voice.

You looked around and there wasn't a soul near you. You could hear faint chatter from the first floor, but you were fairly isolated in a corner all the way up on the second floor.

You moved your hands underneath the table, jumping when he places a hand back on your thigh. His touch feels like fire now. You sit up enough to slip your underwear past your bottom and over your thighs where Ominis catches it with a finger. He slides them past your knees and lets them hit the ground with no remorse.

"You're a good girl," he remarks.

You lean against his shoulder as his hand slides past your thigh, catching some of the wetness that had leaked from your underwear.

"Ominis w-what are you doing?"

"Well, I'm not seeing anything, but I'm okay with skipping over that part for now to feel some things instead. And to make you feel some things that I think you need."

You bit into your lip hard, turning your face against his arm and clutching at his cloak as you felt a finger prodding your slick. He dragged his finger through your folds, nudging your sensitive clit and you whined against him.

"And you want to do this here?"

He swirled his finger around your entrance, slowly making his way inside.

"Merlin, you're tight," his voice was breathy as he continued going in and out of you, "There are a lot of things I'd like to try elsewhere, but I think you enjoy the risk of being in here."

He added a finger inside of you, stretching your walls and making you squirm in your seat. You squeezed your eyes closed when he added his thumb to your bundle of nerves, continuing to pump in and out of you at a steady pace.

"Ominis," his name feel from your lips are you were begging him, but you weren't sure what for. You knew you should want him to stop and not do this here, but you hadn't ever felt so good. It was nothing like any time you had ever touched yourself.

"Say my name just like that when you cum, okay?"

You were practically falling over into his lap as you started to see stars. He held you up and kissed the top of your head as he rubbed quicker circles.

"Cum for me, darling, I wanna feel your pussy pulse around me." You clamped a hand over your own mouth as you bucked your hips against his palm eagerly. You muttered his name and though it was muffled you knew he must have heard it.

As you rode out your orgasm you rested yourself in his lap, feeling exhausted, but happy. He used his free hand to nudge you upright into your seat. He would have loved to see the look of bliss on your face, but he had to settle for your gasp when he removed his fingers from you and put them in his mouth, sucking them clean with a soft pop.

"You taste wonderful, Y/N. I think I'll be hungry for seconds very soon."

You sighed and rested your head against your hands to catch your breath. Truly, your brain was just catching up to everything that just transpired.

"Ominis, you are going to be the death of me.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt smut #ominis smut #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy smut

[dixons-sunshine]

Seizing for a part two of young!daryl head cannons omg😩

Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU Headcannons Part Two | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Word count: 853.

A/n: Here's a part two of my personal headcannons while I mentally prepare myself for the scene I'm about to write in my newest fic. Hope y'all like these!

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★ So it's quite common for us Daryl writers to have him call the reader "Sunshine", but I feel like it explains a lot about how he feels about you in this.

★ He definitely called you sunshine long before you actually got together. It's because Daryl sees his life as a bad thunderstorm, but you're the ray of sunshine that breaks through the devastating downpour.

★ Of all the things he loves the most about you, his favourite physical thing about you is your thighs. Whether you guys are watching movies on the couch and are cuddling, whether you're with him when he's driving, whether you guys are doing more... not-so-family-friendly activities, it doesn't matter. He loves gripping them. It's his absolute favourite.

★ Despite that, however, he's definitely a boob guy. He just can't hold them when you're in public, so your thighs share first place with them.

★ He definitely is also enamoured with your smile. It just makes his day so much better whenever he sees it.

★ He wanted to drop out of high school, but you talked him out of it—it wasn't easy, and you promised him that you'd support him either way, but he decided to stick it out and graduate.

★ In the first part, I mentioned that you and your mom lived with your grandparents until you were six. I definitely headcannon that your grandparents didn't love you and were deeply disappointed in your mom—they are really conservative and couldn't come to terms with the fact that their daughter got pregnant at 18.

★ They were abusive to you. Whether it was physically or mentally, that I'll let y'all decide for future fics.

★ Despite that, you remained positive. That was over a decade ago and you had refused a long time ago to allow them to be an anchor around your neck.

★ You talked to Daryl about them a while after you officially got together.

★ You told them about what they did and that made Daryl realise why you were so patient and caring with him. You understood.

★ On a more lighthearted note, Daryl has an unhealthy obsession with playing little pranks on you.

★ He's usually a serious guy, but with you, he allows himself to let loose. He plays pretty innocent pranks on you, like swapping your toothpaste out for mayonnaise. Never anything that could hurt you.

★ You always returned the favour, though, and that started many prank wars between the two of you.

★ Daryl isn't a great dancer, but sometimes he'll pull you into his arms and just sway with you, with or without music.

★ You absolutely loved it, even if you didn't understand why he did it.

★ “D, not that I'm complaining, but what's this about?”

★ “Jus' 'cause.” He never revealed more than that.

★ He would never tell you this, put he loved wearing face masks with you.

★ He kind of loved the way his skin felt afterwards. However, he loved how giggly you would get whenever he put up a "fight" and then finally agree to it.

★ He would always agree to it, but he allowed you to think you convinced him to change his mind. He'd let you have that just to see your radiant smile and hear your radiant laugh.

★ He lives for forehead kisses. Whether it's him giving them or receiving them from you, he doesn't care. He just loves them.

★ You and Daryl had both walked in on your mom being all lovey dovey with a man and teased her endlessly for it.

★ She always teased you and Daryl, so it was only fair to repay the favour, you had told her once.

★ She knew it was all in good fun, though, so she didn't scold you for it.

★ Your mom and Daryl are close. Not in a gross way, but in a familial way. She sees Daryl as her son-in-law.

★ She worked a lot of nightshirts at the bar and more often than not walked in the next morning to find you and Daryl acting all romantic in the kitchen.

★ Has she accidentally walked in on you and Daryl having sex? She would never tell...

★ She has met Daryl's father, as stated in the previous part, and absolutely hated the guy for what he was doing to Daryl.

★ She may or may not have been the reason why he had a flat tyre once and was late to something.

★ She had grown to heavily dislike her parents for how they treated her when she got pregnant with you. She vowed to herself that if you were to get pregnant at that age, she would never make you feel like you were worthless. She may have been a kid having a kid, but she loved you dearly and couldn't imagine her life without you.

★ She knew she wasn't always the best mom, but she tried her best and hoped she was doing okay.

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Okay, so here's part two. I might make a part three?

#krys writes .ೃ࿐ #shopping spree hangout dreams #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #twd daryl #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x female reader #norman reedus #norman reedus x reader #the walking dead #young!daryl #young!daryl dixon #young daryl dixon

[acapelladitty]

something lost, something gained

Summary: After being snatched by human traffickers while exploring an abandoned schoolhouse, Lucy fights to survive as she waits for Cooper to find her. (3.9k words)

(warnings for: attempted sexual assault, biting, blood, face slapping, groping, violence, murder, aftercare, hurt/comfort, cooper trying his best in a bad situation)

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Awaking with a languid groan, Lucy's eyes flittered open for only a moment before slamming shut again as a dull pain to her temple made her wince and gasp. Raising her right hand to press at the skin, she was surprised to find her left hand moving in tandem and her eyes snapped open as she realised that her hands were bound together.

Gazing down at the coarse rope which encircled her wrists, panic arose in Lucy's chest as she glanced around the small, cell-shaped room and immediately understood that she was not anywhere recognisable. It didn't even look like the same building she last remembered walking into.

"Cooper?" Calling out with a dry, uncomfortable voice, a sense of irritation laced the anxiety which rolled through her. "What the fudge? Why am I in here?"

The door to the cell creaked open and Lucy glanced up from her slumped position to see a man she did not recognise fill the doorway. He was very tall, head almost brushing the top of the door frame, with a mop of raggedy blonde hair hanging limply across his shoulders and something in the way he looked at her made her skin crawl with unspoken danger. An instinctive disgust which made her mouth tighten.

"Finally awake." The man spoke, his voice sharp, light and slightly pitched. "We were worried we'd done some real damage to your head there."

At his words, Lucy finished her earlier assessment as her fingers once again grazed the hard lump which had formed on her temple - the skin feeling raw and wounded under her fingertips. Dragging her fingertips away, she found them flecked with her own blood.

"Who are you?" She asked, wide eyes darting across the limited space. "Did Cooper put you up to this? Or my father?"

"Don't know who any of those people are but we saw you going into that old schoolhouse with a ghoul so we snuck in, waited for you to split, and gently smuggled you out."

Gently smuggled.

The wound on her head suggested otherwise.

"Why?" A reflex question, one Lucy didn't think she wanted the answer to as the blonde man took a small step in her direction to stare down at her with a lecherous smirk.

"Cause you're in our territory and you're ours now. Me and my buddies have a little side business going on and you're our latest catch." His gaze roving across her white tank top and blue pants, one of his hands settled on the visible bulge of his groin as he winked at her. "We take them, break them, and pass them on to be sold. 50/50 share. And, baby, let me tell you, you're gonna fetch us a pretty price."

The panic in her chest now clawing at her heart as she scrambled her back against the cool stone of the wall, Lucy felt sweat break out across her body as she took in his candid admission with open-mouthed horror.

"No. You can't-"

"Yeah. I can smell the vault on you so I know you probably aren't rolling with the same diseases as all the other cunts we pick up."

Flinching at the term, Lucy fell back into what she knew best as old defense mechanisms kicked in to protect her as best they could.

"Let me go and I'll get you whatever you need. Caps, meds, weapons. I know people who could hel-"

"You?" Laughing openly at her offer, the man steadied himself against the doorframe. "Maybe that bulky ghoul we saw you with could have worked some muscle for us but you haven't got shit we need. Well, aside from-"

His hand still groping sleazily against his bulge, the man stepped fully within the cell and kicked the door shut before him. An action which made Lucy jump as her body shuddered and tensed to the point of discomfort, sensing the danger and violence to come.

"You see, cunt. I'm much nicer than my two friends out there and I'm willing to cut you some slack. Wrap your lips around my cock and suck it like your life depended on it, and I'll tell the boys that you're willing to be a good girl for us. They'll even leave their nasty 'breaking in' toys at the door if they think you're gonna be a good girl."

As he spoke, his body inched closer towards Lucy and her fingers shook terribly as she struggled against the rope holding her wrists, vision quick to blur as genuine fear rocked through her body.

He's going to rape me. Repeated in her head like a cruel, merciless mantra. The elders had told them what rape was, explained that they needed consent to ensure that everyone in the vault was happy and able to share their bodies without problem. They knew, in the vault, they all knew what was okay and what wasn't.

"Cooper!" She hollered out, voice breaking on the second syllable as she attempted to back up against the wall enough to scramble to her feet. "Please, fudge, someone help!"

A memory rose, unbidden in her mind as Lucy rolled her back against the wall. Not long after her body had started to change, one of the elders, a slender old guy named Ernest, had caught her in the gardens. He had asked her questions about her changing body, questions that made her heart feel heavy in her chest as a sense of how wrong he made her feel forced her to back away from him.

He had moved to grab her, his hand wrenching her arm away from her chest when her father had appeared from nowhere. He had been causal in his greeting but even as a child, she had noticed how tight her dad's smile was and how quickly he ushered her back to her room so he could have a quick chat with him.

Ernest died soon after. One of the first to be lost to the latest famine as the crops failed due to an unknown blight. She hadn't questioned it then, too many good people had been lost, but now, in this moment where that same childish fear weighed heavily at her limbs, she wondered if her father had killed him for what he had tried to do.

Kicking out with her feet as the man dropped to his knees before her, his fingers were quick to lock around her ankles - pulling her free of the wall and stealing the breath from her lungs as her head collided with the floor.

"Please, no. Don't do this! No!"

"First times always the worst."

Flashing rotted teeth at her as he straddled her waist, his hands pinned her own roped palms to her stomach as he burrowed down into her space. His breath was awful, smelling foul and rancid, and it sparked a retch in Lucy's throat as she twisted her head to the side. His tongue trailed across her cheek, tasting the grime on her skin as he growled in her ear.

"Just gotta remember to be a good girl and-ARGH!" Breaking off into a pained scream, the man reared back as blood poured from his mouth to drip down on her tank top.

Spitting out the large portion of tongue she had ripped free with her teeth, Lucy used her attackers moment of stunned pain to knock him free of her body. Crawling on her knees, she almost made it to the door when a rough hand wrapped around her hair.

"Stupid cunt!" The words lisping due to his injury, the man's hand was like fire in her hair as he snatched at her scalp viciously. "Gonna break your fucking nose for that."

Yelling as her hands locked around a small shard of metal that lay by the closed door, the man's foot having accidentally knocked it within the cell as he entered, Lucy gripped it tight as she spun on her knees, digging the shard deep into the closest foot she could reach before pulling it free with a vicious twist.

A fresh cry of pain broke free of her attacker as he crashed to the ground, his hands tight around his foot while he snarled obscenities at her.

Fuelled by adrenaline, fear and rage, Lucy pounced on him like a cat, knocking his back flat to the floor as she stabbed the metal as roughly into his throat as she could. Memories of her fraudulent husband flashed before her eyes and she hollered a vicious snarl as she dragged the metal through his skin until the blood flowed and the gurgling of his throat ceased.

Breathing heavily, she stayed in that position until his glassy-eyed stare repulsed her, the scent of fresh blood making her heave anew. Body shaking and mind rattling, it was only when a new voice broke the silence that she jumped as though an electric bolt had fired across her spine.

"Fuck, Petey. She's killed Owen."

Rolling off the corpse, Lucy was quick to take her earlier position - her stained fingers clutching the metal shard as her back pressed against the wall once more.

"Owen was always a dipshit. We'll be better off without him." The taller of the two newcomers added.

Looking just as filthy as the first guy, Lucy's eyes were wild as she pointed the metal at each of them in turn.

"L-let me go. I'll do the same to you." She stuttered, a sinking feeling of despair making her skin feel cold and clammy. "I've killed people before and you'll be next."

Glancing between themselves, both men burst out into a cruel laughter and their movements were quick as they descended on her. Fingers already trembling, it was easy for them to wrestle the metal from her hands and pin her to the floor; their much larger bodies easily holding her knees apart as they pressed them to the floor with their own legs.

Rough hands fished inside her tank top and Lucy found herself unable to do much but bare her teeth and fight off a sob as her chest was pulled free of her bra; breasts spilling over the fabric as matching grunts of approval escaped her attackers.

"They'll do nicely. Fuck, might not even sell this one, what do you think?" The one named Petey asked, his free hand gripping at her chin painfully as he tilted her head to the side in a crude inspection.

Cupping her left breast as though weighing it in his hand, the other man flashed a yellow smile at her.

"Could play with her for a few weeks without going to the others. Would you like that? A few weeks with us and then a ten minute walk up north to meet the rest of the boys?"

Refusing to answer as a fat tear rolled free of her eye, Lucy chose to remain quiet and not give them anything as she struggled in vain.

"You owe us for you did to Owen." The second man continued, his face an open leer as he released her jaw. "So I'm gonna fuck you and then Petey is gonna fuck you and then we're both gonna fuck you. Then you're gonna open those pretty lips wide for-"

"No."

A sharp hand collided with the side of Lucy's face, the blow catching her across the mouth and bursting her lip open in an instant as the taste of copper flooded her mouth.

"Not asking, cunt."

Their hands were all over her, one set fondling her breasts while the other pulled at the hem of her tank top to expose her stomach. They were everywhere and the feeling of them, hot and heavy atop her body, made her feel sick - her throat constricting and panicking as her breaths came short and fast.

The vague sound of the door slamming open touched at her senses but it felt so far off that she didn't think much of it until all hell broke loose.

A fresh splatter of blood sprayed across her face, the sensation matching by a booming gunshot which made her ears ring in the small space as the taller of the two, Petey, collapsed dead atop her - a hole leaking blood and brains from the front of his forehead to her exposed chest.

In shock, both Lucy and the remaining man stared at the corpse for a second before Lucy felt half the weight on her body disappear as the final attacker was pulled free. Her eyes unfocused and blurred with tears, she saw the flash of familiar, tattered leather which hurled her would-be attacker against the wall.

Sounds of exertion were quickly followed by a fresh death gurgle as Cooper's knife flashed in his hand for only a second before being drawn across her attackers throat; the arterial spray swiftly coating Cooper's clothed chest as he let go of his prey and allowed the fresh body to drop to the floor.

Not trusting her eyes, Lucy tilted her head back and cast her gaze to the dingy ceiling as her thoughs spiralled into a messy haze.

After a moment, Cooper's face swam in her vision and the close sight of him sparked a myriad of emotions within her; shock giving way to genuine relief before settling on fear as she took in the genuine fury which blazed in his stark white eyes as they darted across her battered face and disjointed clothing.

He wasn't angry with her, she knew that, but the sheer rage which rolled from his coiled frame made her want to curl into a ball and hide away from it. He smelled of leather and blood, the scent of fresh violence making her nose twitch as the corpses of her attackers lay motionless, crowding the floor of her cell.

"S'alright, I got you, sweetie." Cooper's hands were firm but gentle as he wrapped them around her shoulders, hoisting her enough that she were able to lean against the wall in a sitting position.

Despite everything, his voice was like a balm and she relaxed into his touch as her trembling fingers were gripped within his own - his knife glinting once more as he quickly severed her bindings and let the rope fall to the floor. In an instant, her knees snapped to her chest as her arms looped around them, her body curling in on itself as a wave of nausea made her throat feel tight.

Still on his haunches before her, Cooper studied her for a solid moment before matching her position as he leaned against the opposite wall, his legs outstretched and his back straight against the cool stone.

"Fix yourself, darlin'. I'd offer but I don't think you want another monsters hands on you before the day's out."

Keeping her knees tight, Lucy brought trembling fingers to her chest - her relief at being saved having made her forget about her state of undress - and she tucked her breasts away back into the off-white bra with a lifeless motion, the skin feeling sensitive and sore due to their abuse. Made decent, her arms were quick to loop around her knees once more, her chin sitting atop her knees as a gloomy, far-off expression graced her features.

"Did they-" A half question which Cooper quickly thought better of as he abandoned ship and adjusted it on the fly. "You okay?" It was a quiet ask, the words so low that Lucy knew she could ignore them if she wanted to.

"No," she stuttered, feeling weary despite the adrenaline which still pulsed in her veins, "but I have to be because what else is there. So I have to be."

Making a small noise of agreement in his chest, Cooper's gaze rose to the ceiling as he plucked his hat from his head and dropped it to the floor by his open lap.

"That you do, darlin'. Nothing else for it."

They sat in silence for a bit, the only slightly pained sounds coming from Lucy's throat as she adjusted to the various aches which afflicted her body. Her face was the worst as her temple throbbed like a bitch and her burst lip felt huge and ugly against her mouth. The bodies forever doomed to lay in messy piles, Lucy's eyes ghosted over them and settled on the growing patches of blood which each steadily leaked to the cell floor.

"You killed them all?" She said, already knowing the answer and unsure why she even asked.

"Not all of them. One of them was already dead when I got here and I'd recognise the teeth marks in that hunk of ripped tongue anywhere." Despite the guarded nature of his tone, there was a spark of warmth as he flashed his, well, her, finger at her, and Lucy swore she heard the slightest hint of pride leaking through. "You did good, sweetheart. You fought like a hellcat and you didn't let them win."

"Didn't win." Lucy mumbled miserly. "You did."

"Oh, I have no doubt you would have gotten them both in the end. They might have taken a few strips from you, but that fire in your belly would have scorched them dry."

Mouth upturning at the praise as she fought off the urge to cry, Lucy swiped at her eyes with the back of her hands as her breathing quickly grew erratic.

"All these bullshit lessons you've put me through and it still wasnt enough." She blurted out with a desperate gasp. "They're evil. I hate it here. I hate their cruelty. I hate their hurting. I hate-"

Finally unable to hold back the swell of emotion which threatened her, Lucy broke off on the final word as a heaving sob replaced any chance she had of cohesive speech. It was something raw and unfiltered, mourning the loss of some part of herself that would never be returned as she was forced to mold herself into a creature of violence and hate just to survive in their world.

Cooper, to his credit, let her cry without any false sympathies or interference. His face lacked any judgement, the hole in his face flexing slightly as he inhaled and exhaled steadily, eyes never shifting from Lucy's sobbing frame. Something difficult to pin down flashed through his gaze as though a multitude of possible outcomes were pushing at his thoughts.

After some internal debate, a grunt slipped free of Cooper's lips as he leaned across the short space and pulled at Lucy's shoulder.

So lost in her own misery, Lucy didn't fight the pressure of his strong hand as he pulled her to the side, dropping her to the floor in such a way that her head pressed against the upper part of his legs as she faced away from him. It did nothing to stop her tears, but it did give her something to lean on as he immediately retracted his hand to fold his arms fully across his chest.

Cooper's thighs were like unyielding steel beneath her head, giving Lucy something solid to pin her senses on as she fought to quell the quiver of her lip and the shudders which continued to wrack her body. Their journey had been hard and the hunt for her father was a disaster of interference and dead trails of information.

This was just the latest set-back in a long list of utter shit.

Offering her no other physical support, unsure if it would cause her to act out or break down further, Cooper waited until her breathing was a little more even before speaking again.

"Be sad." He paused, allowing the rare piece of advice to sit heavily in the air between them. "Be angry. Feel that fire in your gut burn so hot that you get the fear it's gonna burst free and raze everything around you to the ground. Hell, curse the day your momma brought you into the world if that's how you feel. But don't break."

Stopping once again, Cooper felt a rare moment of genuine pity for the woman as he glanced down at her. Lucy Maclean, who foolishly tried to choose peace in a peaceless world, still had a lot of learning to do when it came to the way that same world worked.

He could only show her so much, some lessons had to be learned the hard way, and if she could take them, then he would do his part to keep her whole.

"Whatever they do to you, survive it. Skulk off, lick your wounds, come back stronger. Get that revenge your blood sings for." Speaking as much to himself as her, Cooper allowed her a peek into his own thoughts, an insight he knew she wouldn't fully understand quite yet. "Never let them break you. Better off dead than broken in this world."

Gathering herself enough to shakily speak, Lucy gripped Cooper's knee with clawing fingers as she clung to him like a lifeline.

"There's more of them. Ten minutes up north. That's who they were- who they were going to sell me to."

"More side-tracking bullshit." Cooper sighed but his voice grew more contemplative as his gravelled tones mused on her words. "That said, been a while since I hunted down some proper vermin. No bounty. No rules. Might be fun to let loose for once."

He let the idea hang in the air, curious if she was hinting at what he suspected she was.

"You coming with me?"

"Yeah."

Unseen by the shaking Lucy, a pleased smile split Cooper's lips as he glanced down at her steady answer.

It wasn't often he took on a companion, far less one that he'd actually indulge, but the odd woman intrigued him with the hypocrisy of her very existence. A vaultie with a edge, naive blood screaming out for wrongs to be righted just like his own as she fought alongside him like a harpy.

It did help that they both wanted her dear old daddy strung up like the traitor he were.

But revenge would see her right.

She was owed a debt by those who had tried to take her, a debt of honor, and he would see that she avenged it in a glorious explosion of violence that would help keep her nightmares at bay as they would leave no doubt that the beasts responsible were well put down and unable to haunt her.

By gun or by knife, she would get at least that.

He had seen the broken ones. The ones used and abused by so many across the wastelands that they gave up everything and became husks even more devoid of humanity than the ghouls who lost the battle and went feral. It was a fate worse than the many deaths he'd experienced in his time.

No one deserved that.

Especially not Lucy Maclean.

His hand ghosting over her head, fingers only an inch away from her fine head of mousy hair, Cooper tilted his head to the side as he took her exhausted frame in.

"Sleep for now, vaultie. Time for this little killer to save her strength. So take it for what it is and when you wake, we'll see about righting some of the wrongs that happened here."

Feeling more safe with the violent ghoul who had shown her the new reality of her world than any other of the awful creatures she had met since leaving her vault, Lucy's eyes fluttered close as his voice washed over her and exhaustion claimed her before she could do anything to muse on that odd feeling of safety.

Links to the rest of the series:

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

#mind those warnings! Cooper really does his best here and ive tried to keep things as in character as i could given the circumstances #cooper howard x lucy maclean #cooper x lucy #ghoul x lucy #lucy maclean #cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout fic #fallout 2024 #fallout #I'm very pleased with this one ngl #so if it flops im gonna drink strychnine #cooper howard fic #lucy maclean fic #fallout fanfic #vaultghoul #ghoulcy

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Break My Heart Again- Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 1

Summary: After being childhood friends, you and Thomas made a promise one day to get married, but when he returned from France, he came back a completely different man.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, tommy before the war (Lowkey OOC) 

She's known Tommy almost all her life. They met one day at the cut when he was ten, trading cigarettes with the other kids, and she was eight, tagging along with her older cousin. It was merely a passing glance, maybe an introduction of names, but she hadn't seen him until years later. At the ripe age of twelve and fourteen, when he defended her when the older boys pulled at her hair and pushed her around. She was forever grateful to him after witnessing him take in three in a fight, punching the daylights out of one, shoving another's head into the mud, and threatening the third. 'If you ever come near her again, I'll fuckin' take your eyes!'. That was enough to scare them off. The two were almost inseparable ever since. Years of growing up together the two would often get into mischief together and cause trouble in the smoky streets of Small Heath. As [name] got a little older, the more she started to fall for the future gangster, and the more time passed, the more she started to change.

And of course, Thomas began to notice.

By the time they were seventeen and fifteen, the two delinquent teenagers seemed to be more than friends. The way Thomas would hold her hand as they run up the grassy hills, the way [name] would stare into his eyes as they lay on the grass under the shaded tree.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Tommy Shelby..." She spoke softly, her voice was like heaven to him. "I can't picture myself beside anyone else," She admitted. Thomas just stared into her eyes, his soft hands rising to brush his knuckles against her cheek, tucking away the pieces of hair that came undone from her clip.

"You don't have to...because I'm going to make a promise to you [name]," He suddenly sat up, causing her to sit up as well and gaze at him in confusion.

"What kind of promise?" She asked, curiously. He opens his mouth to speak then quickly closes it before thinking for a moment. Collecting his words carefully. Clearing his throat so his voice wouldn't crack, because he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from her if that happened.

"That one day, when I have me own money and me own house, we will get married," He finished confidently. She sat there, her lips slightly agape.

"Stop joking around!" She laughed, swatting at his arm, causing him to laugh as well and to catch her hand before she should hit him again. This time both of his hands enveloped hers as he stared at her with a content smile.

"I'm being serious, trust me when I say I want to marry you one day [Name] [Lastname]!" He said, laughter hidden within his words. She thought for a moment then nodded once, reaching for his hand. She kissed the back of his hand, her soft lips were warm upon his skin.

"Okay, promise," She smiled lovingly as he returned the kiss on her hand before bringing her close to kiss her forehead.

"Promise,"

In the years that followed that day, she was by his side, even when he was starting to work at the betting shop with his family. At first, she was just there for moral support, but right when she finished high school Polly saw her potential and how educated she was, and on the spot, she was hired. Checking the maths and records in each book, making sure everything was in its place.

It was a dream being with Tommy at nearly every waking hour. Of course nothing would go beyond holding hands, gently touches, and friendly affection . But even when those were at a minimum, she was falling in love with him.

Her love for him only grew since they first met. It was unconditional love and ever since he made that promise to her, she only fell harder. It almost felt like she was already married to him. With the way he kissed her forehead or cheek, the way he was so kind to her and checked in on her work whenever he needed an escape, and how he would tell her he loved her. Every night after work when he walked her home. He would kiss her knuckles, her cheek, and her lips before saying.

"Goodnight [name], I'll pick you up in the morning, I love you,"

It wasn’t until she began to notice his slow distance from her. At first, she thought nothing of it as he wouldn’t give her as much affection as he normally did. Her hands grew cold as they were empty from his. His touch was slowly detaching from her own. The emotional distance was noticed quickly, but the physical distance made her heart cold. He went from seeing her every day to nearly every other day, now...she was lucky to even catch him at the betting shop.  As much as she wanted to convince herself that it was nothing, she couldn’t help the emptiness she suddenly felt. She had wondered what he was so busy with and deep down she had hoped he hadn’t gotten in any more trouble than he already was getting himself into.

The weeks and months went by, her resentment for Tommy only grew. On the days he went to the shop, she tried to make her presence known, nothing but a simple "Hi [name],"would be his response. Sometimes not even making eye contact with her.

One day, in 1914, he approached her in her office. She was too busy organizing files and writing down and calculating the records to make sure they were accurate. She didn't even notice his presence at first. He stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets as he stared at her, waiting for her to pay him any mind. 

“I’m busy,” She simply mumbled, seeing him in the peripheral vision of her eyes. He scoffs before stepping in further and closing the door behind him. 

“So that’s how you treat me now, eh?” He asked, sitting across from her in a chair. He was met with silence as she kept her eyes glued to the page. “[Name]” He called. 

Again, silence. 

Tommy suddenly slammed the book shut and grabbed the pen that was in her hand.

“Hey! I'm trying to work, you just made me lose my spot!” She shouts, quickly standing up as the chair behind her scrapped against the wood floor loudly.

Tommy just smirks. She stomp towards him to retrieve the pen back, but the older boy just held it above her head as he extended his arm up, barely just out of her reach. 

“Thomas, this isn’t funny!” She pleads. He just laughs. 

“There you are, finally acknowledging me,”  

She sighed in defeat and set herself back on her feet, holding his gaze with a glare.

“What do you want now? Go on with it, Polly needs these by the end of the day and she’ll have my neck if I don’t have em ready,” She crossed her arms over her chest. Tommy let his arm down, setting the pen on the desk. 

“What makes you think I want something?” He asked. Her eyes widened slightly. 

“I don’t see you for months and you barely even talk to me let alone look at me whenever you’re here, so this sudden change in behavior is quite a shocking one,” She explained, her tone still stern. She was met with his eyes, a guilty look on his face. 

“I know...I know and I do apologize-” 

“You were supposed to be my closest friend, Thomas...” She interrupted him. Her voice was calm, almost meek. 

“I am your closest friend, never forget that [name],” He held her slumping shoulders. She takes an exhale through her nose. 

“Listen to me...I’m sorry, I had some prior engagements that needed my attention,” He said quietly as he tried to get her to look into his eyes. 

“I know but I just wished you had just talked to me...I felt so alone,” 

Thomas held his breath and clenched his jaw. He couldn’t tell her now...Not yet at least. 

“When you’re with me, you’ll never really be alone,” He told her, holding her close. She knew there was some truth to his words but pushed herself away from him. 

“I have to get back to work,” She said. He rolls his eyes at her sudden coldness.

“I’m not leaving until I get a smile out of you...and maybe an ‘I love you’,” He smirked, still holding her, his hands on her shoulder blades. She scoffs, giving him a small, ingenuine smile. 

“Happy?” She asked. He shook his head. His hands slowly crept to her sides, going unnoticed by her. 

“Tommy...” He gave her that look. That look of mischief. “Don’t you dare-” But her warning came too late. His fingers began digging into her sides, it didn’t take long before she began giggling profusely. 

“Tommy stop! I can’t- I can’t breath!” She squealed in between fits of laughter as she tried to push his hands away. He was too strong. 

“Tell me you love me [name]!” He laughed. 

“N-No! Never!” She laughed, the tears in her eyes started to seep down her cheeks. 

“Say it [name] and I’ll stop!,” 

“Fine! I love you Thomas Shelby!” She gave in. The tickling had stopped, yet she barely caught her breath when Tommy pulled her close and picked her up from the ground and kissed her cheeks. 

“I love you too, [name] [lastname],” He said quietly. Looking into his eyes made her even forget why she was upset with him. He looked at her with perfect love in his eyes and a small smile on his lips as he quickly kissed her hand before leaving her to continue your work. 

 A week later, Tommy had told her the secret he had been keeping from her. Finally letting it out. 

“No...Tell me it’s a lie...” She was in denial. Shaking her head as the tears welled up her eyes. 

“[Name]-”

“No...”

“[Name] please...listen to me,” He approached. 

“Please don’t do this you don’t have to do this!” She cried. 

“We have to go, [name]...it’s the only choice,” He calmly stated. 

“To put your lives on the line? To leave your family behind to leave me behind?” 

The silence was daunting. She sniffled and turned away from him. 

“I understand the sacrifice you’re making, but I can’t bare the thought of my life without you...Arthur, John, you...You three have been in me life every day since I was a child, if you were to never come back I don’t know what I would do without you,” She shook her head as she choked up once again. 

“Don’t think of it that way, love...We will come back once it’s over...and when it’s over I will come back to you,” 

“Tommy...” She felt his hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“You will be the one I am living for...who I am looking forward to come home to...” He steps in front of her, grabbing her cheeks in the palm of his hands as they locks eyes.

“I don’t want to lose you,” She whispered. He pressed his forehead to hers. Closing her eyes tightly to stop the tears.

“You won’t...I promise,” 

She has always known for Tommy to keep his promises. But deep own she wasn't sure if this was within his control. And it scared her. Shattered her heart and soul to know he was leaving in just a few weeks. Every day after that he spent every moment with her as if it were his last, even though it felt like it to her. 

The day the three Shelby brothers left, Polly, Ada, and Martha were in shambles. [Name] tried to stay strong but the second she approached the train station she began to tear up. 

She had said your goodbyes to John and Arthur first as she held off her departure from Tommy. She stood in front of him, he seemed to put on a brave face for his family and for her but she could read right through him. He was just as scared as she was. She embraced him tightly. 

“I will write to you every day...and pray for you three while you’re gone,” [name] told him. He nods quietly, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a small, simple, ring to held it to her.  

“Remember that promise we made when we were kids?” He asked. 

“That we’d get married one day?” She nods.  

“I am giving this to you, so that when I do return we will get married...That way I will come home with a purpose...to marry you,” He said. She gasped a bit as he slipped the golden band on her ring finger. 

“Just promise me you’ll never take it off, for as long as I live and love you,” 

“I promise,” She smiled at him. He gave [name] a quick kiss. The train whistle blows. 

“Come home to us soon...please,” She begs. He nods again before Arthur and John pulled him away to board the train. 

Watching the men wave off their families as the train took off was heartbreaking. The four women of Small Heath held onto each other, comforting each other when they watched the three men in their lives leave on a train. [Name] rested her head on Polly’s shoulder as she rubbed the young girls back, quietly sobbing beside her.

[Name] went home that day, sitting alone as she twirled the ring on her finger, counting the days until his first letter came. 

#Spotify #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #x reader #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #tommyshelbyxreader #light angst #friends to lovers

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

☽︎𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄☾︎

Ch.07 - Ch.09

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

"Where are we going?" Scott asks Stiles as the brunette leads him somewhere.

"You'll see." He responded.

"'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."

"Well, your mom isn't the Sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me."

"Is Y/n not coming with us?"

"No. I didn't want to bother her. So it's just a guy's night."

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped-"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."

"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break..." He stops and turns to Scott. "You get your best friend drunk." He holds up a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Pretty soon the bottle clinks on the stone as Stiles sets it down, now half empty. He falls back with a sigh and looks up at the sky. Scott sits on the rock Stiles' head is propped on. "Dude, you know, she's just one... One girl." Stiles' speech is slightly slurred. "You know, outta so many, there's so many other girls in the sea."

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrects. He's as sober as ever, like he hadn't drunk any booze.

"Fish? Why're you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry... No. I love ones with h/c hair, e/c eyes, yay tall..." He held his hand in the air in a loose approximation of someone's height.

"Like Y/n?"

"Huh? Why would... Actually yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about... About... What was I talking about?" He giggles. "Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." He groans a bit as he sits up to grab the bottle.

"I don't want any more."

He falls back again. "You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything."

"Hey, maybe it's like... Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know? Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?"

"You're wasted. Y/n would probably be scolding you by now."

"Yeah!" He holds his fist up for a bump, but Scott doesn't do it. "Aw, come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know." He laughs. "But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse." Scott furrows his brows at Stiles. "That didn't make any sense." He chuckles. "I need a drink." He sits up for a drink when another hand snatches it up.

"Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on." The dark skinned man says, his friend smirking at the teens.

"Give it back." Scott demands.

"What's that little man?"

"I think he wants a drink." The friend says.

"I want the bottle."

"Scott, maybe we should just go." Stiles says a little nervously.

"You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet." The man scoffs and takes a swig of the drink. Scott gets up and stands in front of the man. "Give me the bottle." The man shakes his head and Scott glares, his eyes glowing. "Give me the bottle of Jack." His voice is slightly distorted and his claws grow behind his back making Stiles perk up.

"Scott?" He calls in worry. The man hesitantly offers the bottle and Scott snatches it, eyes back to normal, swiftly throwing it and smashing it against a tree. The teens walk away and Stiles stumbles a bit as he catches up to Scott. "Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup. Or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon." Scott opens the passenger door for Stiles. "Going home now, yeah?" He falls into the seat.

...

"It's just weird. Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us." Allison says as she, Lydia, and Y/n walk through the halls, the school having been reopened that day after the whole fiasco the other night.

"Thank you, for the protection of minors." Lydia sighs with a smile.

"Guys, do you think I made the wrong decision?"

"About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely."

Allison rolls her eyes with a smile. "You know what I mean."

"Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills."

Y/n rolls her eyes not with a smile. "Lydia, he was trying to protect us. I know Scott, better than both of you, and I know he wouldn't put us in danger on purpose. What he did, although it was frightening, was to keep us safe somehow."

Lydia scoffed. "Sure."

Y/n sighs, but perks up a bit when she sees Stiles coming around the corner, heading for the same class she and Allison had a test in. "Stiles!" She jogs to catch up with him as her friends continue into the room. He looks up at her a little startled just outside the door. "Hey." She smiles at him.

"Hey. What's up?" He smiles back, a touch of nerves in his tone. What he had done with Scott was a bit fuzzy but one of the most clear parts was talking about h/c hair and e/c eyes.

"I never got the chance to thank you for the other day." He gave her a confused frown. "When we were in the Chem lab. You comforted me and I really appreciate it. I normally don't get so scared. I-" She sighs and glances down. "It's just... There was something about that situation that reminded me of when my mom was killed. Being chased and cornered... It just felt like that night all over again."

Stiles was mildly surprised. In all the years he and Scott have known her she almost never talked about when her mom died, only a few bits of what her mom was like. "It's, uh, it's no problem."

"I mean it." She gently grabbed his hand and smiled at him. "Thank you." After a moment of thought she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. When she pulled away to see his eyes as wide as saucers she smirked and winked, turning on her heel and striding into class. Stiles gaped after her even after she had left his line of sight. When he noticed more students going into the room he blinked and seemed to gather himself again before also going into the room. He glanced at Y/n when he sat next to her and he could see the faint smirk still on her face as she focused on her papers.

Scott walks in and hesitates when he sees Allison. He stands in front of her and looks at her. Neither of them say anything. Mr. Harris looks at Scott when he gets to her desk while handing out the tests. "Mr. McCall, please take a seat." Scott moves and sits in front of Stiles. "You have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Stiles jumps to writing his name, Y/n doing the same just to get that over with. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin." He presses the button on the timer and sits at his desk, the students start their test.

Y/n works on her test, everything seems to be going smoothly. She can ignore the scratch of pencils, the scrape of erasers, and the clicks of pens as she goes, yet it seems Scott can't as she feels the anxiety grow in him. She furrows her brows and glances at him without lifting her head. "Scott?" She whispers in question. He doesn't seem to hear her and eventualy grabs his bag and runs out of the room.

"Mr. McCall?" Mr. Harris calls after him. Stiles jumps up and follows with Y/n on his tail. "Mr. Stilinski! Ms. L/n!" Neither teen pays him any mind as they get to the hall.

"Scott?" Stiles calls looking one way.

"Stiles." Y/n gets his attention and he sees Scott's bag on the floor. They go over to it and Stiles picks it up.

"Scott?" He calls again, but then pulls out his phone to actually call Scott. They follow the ring to the locker room where they hear the shower running. Stiles takes the lead as they cautiously walk towards the showers, and he breathes a sigh of relief when they find Scott standing under the water without his shirt.

"Scott, are you okay?"

Scott pants as he turns the tap off and faces them. "Guys, I can't..."

"What's happening? Are you changing?" Stiles asks.

"No. No, I can't breathe." Scott wheezes and Stiles quickly fetches his inhaler.

"Here, use this." Scott looks at him in confusion. "Come on, do it."

Scott takes the inhaler and takes a puff, his breathing returning to normal a moment later. "I was having an asthma attack?"

"Not really. You were having a panic attack." Y/n answered.

"But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony~" Stiles added in a singsong.

"How did you know to do that?" Scott asked.

"I used to get them after my mom died. Not fun, huh?"

Scott slightly shook his head. "I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer."

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About 2 billion songs written about it."

"And just as much art and poetry." Y/n added.

"I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well, you could think about this: her dad's a werewolf Hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." Stiles chuckles a bit to lighten the mood, but gets cut short when Y/n lightly jabs him with her elbow.

"That's not helpful." She muttered to him, he relented.

"Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck."

"No, that's not it. It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions."

Welcome to my world. Y/n thought. "It's probably the full moon." She suggests.

"So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha-"

"Who is not my guardian."

"-can't get to you, either."

"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." Scott admitted.

"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by Hunters?"

Scott shakes his head. "No. Because if I get out... I think I might kill someone."

...

Later Y/n stands with Lydia and another girl waiting for Stiles and Scott to watch them practice. Lydia is trying to get her to make more friends and, while it's nice of her, Y/n isn't looking for any more friends than she has unless it happens naturally. Scott and Stiles come out of the locker room with the rest of the team, Stiles having just been put on first line as 'Bilinski' and Scott being named Co-Captain.

"Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out." Stiles says to Scott.

"What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there."

"Wait," Stiles stopped them walking, "you smelled jealousy?"

"Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten."

"Huh. Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?" He glances at the three girls down the hall.

"What do you mean desire?"

"Like sexual desire?"

"Sexual desire?"

"Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arrrousal." He rolls the 'r'.

Scott also looks at the girls. "From Y/n?"

"What? No, in general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"

"From Y/n to you?" Scott has a slight smirk.

"Fine, yes, from Y/n to me. Look, it feels like things have been changing and I'm kinda crushing on her so I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay?"

While he normally would be happy about this admition, Scott's mood and attitude are being affected by the full moon too much for him to really notice. "Why don't you just ask her?"

"Well, to preserve an amazing friendship and save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out."

Scott rolls his eyes. "Fine." He walks off down the hall.

"Wh- I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world." Stiles calls after him.

"Hey, Y/n? Can we talk for a second?" He asks once he gets to the trio.

"Sure. I'll see you later, Lydie." Y/n waves to her friend and the other girl as they walk off. He leads them to Coach's office and shuts the door. "What's up?"

"Just I needed to ask you something. Do you, uh... Do you know if Allison still likes me?"

"Of course she does."

"Really?"

"Yes. I mean, obviously once you care for someone you always will in a way." She amends. "Allison is just confused and upset. It's understandable from her point of view if you think about it. She was trapped in a school with a killer on the loose, her boyfriend throws himself into the fray and suddenly he locks her in a room. It's scary when you know everything, it's terrifying when you hardly know anything. I know you did it to keep us safe and I'm very grateful for that." She gives him a smile, but it falls slightly when she feels the tension in the room shift.

"How grateful?" He looks at her intensely.

"I don't know what you mean by that." She said cautiously.

"I mean, how grateful are you?"

"As grateful as any friend wou-" She's cut off and her eyes widen as Scott suddenly kisses her. After a moment of shock she pushes him away and she stares at him angrily. "What the hell?! God, Scott, that was my- ugh!" She wiped at her mouth and shoved past him, storming out of the office. It's just because of the full moon. That's it, that's the only reason why he did that. Just the moon. She understood, but that didn't mean she was any less upset.

Scott walked to the lacrosse field and Stiles perked up when he sat next to him. "Hey. What happened?"

"What?"

"What do you mean, what? Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me?"

"Yeah. Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you." Stiles becomes too excited to notice Scott's strange behavior or Y/n's absence until they actually get on the field to practice.

"Scott, you okay, dude?" He doesn't answer. "Look, I know we just got good news and all, but there's still seven hours till the full moon, okay?" He can't say any more because it's Scott's turn to run the ball. He goes forward, but two players team up to knock him on his back.

"Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall." Coach laughs. "Who's next?" He blows his whistle. "Let's go." Scott flips back onto his feet and Coach focuses on Stiles who was hesitating. "You have a problem with that, Bilinski?"

"What? Yeah, no." Stiles nods.

"All right, you're up, big boy. Let's go!" Stiles gears up, but then Scott pushes him back with his stick. "That's it, McCall! That's the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!" Scott gets the ball again. He rushes forward, flips the two players and smacks Danny in the face to score the ball. Everyone rushes to the dazed goalie to check on him.

Stiles goes over to Scott on the side. "Dude, what the hell are you doin'?"

"He's twice the size of me." Scott defends.

"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody's gonna hate you."

"I don't care." Scott walks off and Stiles looks around for Y/n. She should have been there by now. He spots her far away on the sidelines looking upset and he goes to her.

"Hey, where were you?" He asked.

"Do you think you can take care of Scott by yourself tonight?" She suddenly asks.

He looks at her confused. "I, mean, yeah? Are you okay? What happened?"

"It's just... Earlier Scott wanted to talk to me and he asked if Allison still liked him. I told him she was just upset. And then all of a sudden he just kissed me."

"He kissed you?" He asked in shock, a bit hurt at Scott's actions.

"Yeah." She frowned. "I mean, I get that it's just the full moon and he'll be better by tomorrow, but I'm just... I'm very uncomfortable around him right now."

"Yeah. Yeah, no, I'll be fine tonight."

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks."

"I'll, uh... I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah." She hugged him and he was quick to hug back before he let her go. He watched her leave with a frown.

...

Stiles walks into the McCall house that night with a duffle bag. "Scott?" Melissa calls when she hears the door close, but when she comes around she finds her son's friend.

"Stiles." He smiles at her.

"Key!" She notices the object in his hand.

"Yeah. I had one made, so..."

"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." He lets the bag drop and it makes a loud metallic 'clunk'. "What is that?"

"Uh, school project."

"Mmm. Stiles, he's okay, right?"

"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally."

"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to."

"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Yeah, um... Okay, uh... Be careful tonight."

"You, too."

"Full moon."

"What?" He blurts, shocked.

"There's a full moon tonight." She laughs. "You should see how the E.R. gets. Brings out all the nut jobs."

"Oh." He chuckles. "Yeah. Right."

"You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word 'lunatic'." And Mrs. McCall leaves for her job on that interesting note.

Stiles goes up to Scott's dark room and sits the bag down, turning on the light. "Oh, my God!" He exclaims once he sees Scott sitting in his chair in the dark. "Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mom said you weren't home yet." He moved the bag closer to show Scott what he got.

"I came in through the window."

"Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought." He starts rummaging through the bag.

"I'm fine." He sounds anything but 'fine'. "I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."

"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out."

"I'm fine. You should go now."

"All right, I'll leave. Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?"

Scott slowly gets up from the chair and crouches down in front of Stiles and the bag. He reaches in and grabs a fistful of chains, holding them up. "You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" He lets the chains fall.

"Actually, no." In one swift motion Stiles grabs Scott's wrist and the handcuffs he had in his pocket and cuffed him to the radiator. Stiles quickly backs away as Scott grunts angrily.

"What the hell are you doing?" He pulls on the cuffs, yet they don't budge.

"Protecting you from yourself... And giving you some payback... For kissing Y/n."

...

After a bit of leaving Scott by himself Stiles comes back with a bottle of water. "I brought you some water." He holds up a doggie bowl with Scott's name on the side and pours the water in it. He tosses the bottle aside and sets the bowl where Scott can reach it. He turns to sit outside the room and Scott throws the bowl, making water go everywhere.

"I'm gonna kill you!"

Stiles rounds on Scott angrily. "You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Y/n. After I told you that I was liking her and that maybe I was liking her more than I- and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

"She kissed me."

"What?"

"I said, she kissed me." Stiles scoffs and leaves the room, leaning against the wall out of sight. "She would have done a lot more, too." Stiles slides down the wall and closes his eyes to block out Scott's words. "You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me." He heard it from her, she wouldn't lie and even if she didn't tell him, he knows she isn't like that. "She would have done anything I wanted." He's just trying to provoke him. "Anything!"

It doesn't stop it hurting when he imagines it though.

...

Y/n stands outside of the Hale house, looking up at the scarred building with an apprehensive gaze. She closes her eyes as the screams start up again, trying to ignore them. It should be a bit easier by now, but for some reason this house is hard to ignore. She racks her brain for something to focus on and she remembers the first time she was there, what she listened to to block them out. Stiles' voice. With that she remembered his laugh and his rants he gets into when he's excited.

With a smile she opens her eyes, relaxed and no longer hearing the house's pain. Now to do what she came here for. "Derek?" She calls. "I know you're here. I need your help."

After a moment the Hale steps out of the dark house and looks down at her. "What?"

"Scott. He's gonna need help tonight. He's stressed and scared and he doesn't have a hold of his shifting yet. I need you to keep him from doing something stupid."

"Why should I? Thanks to him I'm a wanted criminal."

"He panicked and you were the easiest explanation. And besides, you're brothers, aren't you? You said it yourself."

"Why can't you help him? Use some charm or spell or something."

"There's only so much I can do to help, but another wolf would help more."

He's quiet for a moment. "Fine."

She gives him a nod. "Thank you." Derek leaves and she starts to walk away, but she pauses and looks in a certain direction. Scott's house. Something is pulling her, like a faint tug on her heart leading her that way. So she follows.

...

Scott tugs at the cuffs until his wrist starts to bleed, but it still holds strong. "Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose." Scott tries only for Stiles to ignore him. "Please, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt."

Stiles' arm twitches like he wants to get up and help, but a hand stops him. "Don't." A voice whispers. He looks up to see Y/n next to him. He hadn't even noticed her come into the house, he's thankful she's there all the same. "Don't let him out." She leans her head on his, something for him to focus on to ignore Scott's plea's.

"It's not like the first time." He continues. "It's the full moon. It's Allison... Breaking up with me. I know... That it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out."

"I can't." Stiles says.

The moon comes out from behind the clouds and as the light shines on him Scott panics and screams as he shifts. Y/n puts her hands over Stiles' from their place on his head, keeping her head on his, and gently squeezes. I'm here. She says. You're not alone. Scott screams and pulls at the cuffs endlessly. Until suddenly it does end. It's quiet. Y/n pulls away from Stiles as they look at the closed door. "Scott, are you okay?" He asks. There's no answer. "Scott?" They get up and Stiles opens the door, but Scott's not there. Only bloody cuffs and an open window.

Stiles runs out of the house. "Stiles!" She calls after him and follows. He drives down the road, tapping the wheel anxiously. She doesn't say anything, knowing whatever she says won't ease his nerves right now. They end up coming across police cars and an amubulance. Stiles pulls over and jumps out asking for his dad. When the Sheriff shows up Stiles immediatly hugs him and Y/n watches from the Jeep. She smiles at them, but it drops when she glances at the moon. The night's still young and she hopes Derek finds Scott before he does something he'll regret.

Ch.09

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Songs that remind me of Felicia Hardy pt1.

A collection of raunchy rap and sometimes vulgar pop songs that remind me of our Princess of Crime.

⭐️'Don't Cha' - The Pussycat Dolls feat. Busta Rhymes Pop - 2006

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha?

'Princess Diana' - Ice Spice feat. Nicki Minaj Rap - 2023

Told her man l'm the girl of his dreams Thinkin' 'bout me when he brushin' his teeth He keep textin', I leave him on seen Hottest bitch out and they know what I mean

'May I' - Flo Milli Rap - 2020

Make a thirsty n*gga wanna chase me Bitch, I'm lit, I wonder can he face me Only laugh on the way to the bank, see I want money so fuck you, pay me, bitch!

'WTP (Work This P*ssy)' - Teyana Taylor Rap - 2018

This is one song you have to listen to to understand where I'm coming from. It has very few lyrics, but it's heavily inspired by high-fashion ballroom and vogue beats. A club burlesque song.

⭐️'Conceited' - Flo Milli Rap - 2022

I'm so fabulous Bitch, I'm fabulous (Hey) I don't need his money (Nope) Bitch, I got enough

⭐️'Options' - Doja Cat feat.JID R'n'B - 2021

You want a picket fence and a wife You never change your mind when I cry Yeah, I see you flossin', you know it Droppin' your jaw when the drawers hit the floor

'WHOLE LOTTA MONEY' - BIA Rap - 2022

I can't wear the shit you bitches wear because it's cheap to me It's some money at my table, grab a seat with me Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees I don't hang with jealous bitches, that's a weak disеase

'Rose Gold Stripper Pole' - KenTheMan Rap - 2021

Ooh, the streets callin', put it on silent Bitches call 'em husbands, I call 'em my clients And they couldn't take my spot if they rent it out and buy it Your n*gga for the hoes and he say that he wanna try me, try me try me, try me

'Eat It' - Megan Thee Stallion Rap - 2021

Bust through the walls, break in and enter How many licks 'til you get to the center? How many times have I heard that a n*gga a dog But scared when he play with the kitten?

⭐️'Keeps Gettin' Better' - Christina Aguilera Pop - 2008

Step back! Gonna come at you fast I'm driving out of control and getting ready to crash Won't stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man So baby, yes I know what I am And no, I don't give a damn And you'll be loving it

Some days I'm a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it won't last forever Next day I'm your super girl Out to save the world And it keeps gettin' better

⭐️XS - Rina Sawayama feat. Bree Runway Pop - 2020

Skin so rich, it look like gold Ain't no Fenty but I glow They say Rina look like goals Your wifey hate us 'cause she know

Money, power, excess, and more But they can't never snatch my soul It's a ring on my finger, of course I said yes I ain't married to no man, I'm married to success

:)

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[miyuhpapayuh]

14. can't catch a break.

"How was your first session?" She asks Rod, as he sits on the coffee table and plays with her fingers.

"It was entirely too deep for a first session, in my opinion, but talking about shit wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be. I guess.”

“Yeah?”

He sighs. “Yeah. It's weird. I felt real out of place.”

"Hey, look at me." His sad brown orbs find her face, making her frown. "It's okay. Everybody has their faults. It matters what you do to overcome them, okay? I'd never judge you. Please, don't shut me out. If you don't wanna talk about it, we don't have to."

"I'd never shut you out. I just appreciate you for even talking to me after seeing that shit. I just don't want you to be scared—"

"I'm not scared of you. I know you just wanna protect me. I just want you to find other alternatives, okay? You can't just go around choking people— unless it's me."

He cracks a smile, making her laugh.

"Aw, he's smiling for me!" He pulls her up from the couch to sit on his lap, giving her sweet kisses, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps.

She laughs and pulls away, cupping his face in her hands. His plump lips now have a red tint to them from her red lipstick.

"Red is definitely your color, boo." He lets out an obnoxious laugh, making her cover her ears.

"We both apologized. She's goin’ through some stuff, so I'm just gonna give her some space. We'll be fine."

Rod lays on her stomach and plays with the drawstring on her shorts, while she plays with the ends of his lavender durag.

“I'm glad y'all talked it out.”

“Yeah, me too.”

"You wanna go somewhere?" He pulls his head up from her stomach and waits for an answer.

"Yeah, sure. Where to?"

Roughly, forty five minutes later..

They're sitting inside a little diner, a little bit outside of Manhattan.

Since she's not too comfortable with being outside of her usual surroundings, she sits on the same side of the booth as Rod.

This time, he doesn't clown her for being a baby, and she thanks him for that.

"I'm not really hungry or anything, I'll just get a milkshake or some—"

"Roderick? Is that you?" A man a little bit darker than Rod comes up to our table.

She looks over at him and sees his jaw clench, but he says nothing.

"Yeah, that is you. You know who I am?"

"Yeah, I do. I ain't got time to talk, though." She put two and two together and realized who the man was.

"You gonna do ya old man like that?" 

"You know... I'm really not in the mood to be chastised by someone like you."

"Someone like me, huh?"

Rod stands from the booth and almost comes nose to nose with his own father. Stevie pulls on Rod's sleeve, but he moves his hand away.

"Yeah, someone like you. You ruined my fucking life. I've spent the last twenty years of my life pretending like you don't exist, and you got the nerve to show up and demand some goddamn respect from me?!" He barks.

"I'm still your father. You owe me respect—"

"I don't owe you shit!" He pushes his dad back, sending him stumbling into the table behind him.

“That's what the fuck I owe you!”

The few people inside the diner start to look in their direction. Stevie sighs, trying not to let her nerves get the best of her.

"Okay... I don't think y'all should be doing this here." She says, tugging on his sleeve again, making him look down at her this time.

“I dare you.”

"Aight."

He looks back at his dad and grunts. Pushing past him, he pushes the door open roughly. She gets up and follows behind him.

They're almost inside the car, when his dad comes up to him again, making her palm her forehead.

"Where do you think you're going? You still got your mama in your head, telling you that I'm a bad person?"

"Get in the car, Stevie."

She opens the door and sits inside, keeping it open, while he slams his own door shut.

"Are you kidding me? Am I supposed to give you a standing ovation for leaving me? I was two fucking years old when you left! I didn't know where you went. I don't even know you, but I know what I felt the day that my mom was cursing your sorry ass out on that phone. You're a coward, Sam. You're a terrible person. Fuck you!" 

He strikes him across the face, but Rod hits him right back. Stevie flinches and jumps out of the car.

"Stop!" She yells, pushing him away from Rod with all her strength.

If looks could kill, they'd both be dead.

She turns her back to him and places her hand over Rod's cheek.

"Get the fuck outta here!" Rod yells, sending his father stumbling away into the darkness.

He gently removes Stevie's hand from his face and opens the car door, sliding into the seat.

Instead of trying to find words, she just sauntered back over to the passenger side and closed her door.

He sits there for a while, before closing the door and starting the car.

The ride home was every bit awkward, and she couldn't wait for them to be back at the house.

Pulling up to it, he stops before her mailbox and keeps his stare straight ahead. She turns in her seat.

"Why'd you park right here?"

"I think I'm gonna go... it's been a long night, and I pretty much ruined what was left of it."

"What? No you didn't. That wasn't your fault."

He closes his eyes and drops his hand from the steering wheel, turning the car off.

"We can't have a normal day to save our lives, Stevie. It's always some shit!"

She shakes her head.

"That's not true— but, who cares? As long as we got each other, I don't give a damn about anything else, and you shouldn't either!"

He sighs. She pulls her seatbelt off and reaches up for his chin, turning him to face her. He's looking at her, but his eyes are throwing her off.

"None of that shit matters to me. We've all got problems. That's life. I'm not about to let this go, just because we can't have a peaceful time outside the four walls in my house or your house—"

"I'm not giving up. I'm just— I'm frustrated. You shouldn't have seen that shit. I don't want you to see me as some damaged person." His voice cracks.

"Listen to me. I don't see you as anything but an angel. I'm not expecting you to be perfect. You are who you are, and that's the best thing that's ever happened to me. We all have our troubles, Rod. But, don't let that be who you are. That only makes things worse. It makes it harder for the people that love you. You may think that I'm scared of you or whatever the case may be, but I'm glad that I see this side of you, so I can help you— even if you don't want my help, I'm still here." A couple of tears fall down his cheeks.

"I don't know all of what you've been through, but I can be here for you. If you wanna talk about it, we can. If you don't, we don't have to. I just want you to know that this," I gesture between us, "I'm not giving up on so easily. I love and care about you too fucking much. I need you to know that."

"I know, ma. I love you, too." He pulls her into him, stuffing his face into her neck and wrapping his arms around her, causing her to have to damn near sit in his lap to hug him, correctly.

His soft cries break her heart as she rubs his back and kisses his face, not knowing what else to do.

They sit like that for a good hour, before moving into the house.

Linking their fingers together, she leads them upstairs. He sniffles and saunters behind her, as she wipes a couple of her own tears away.

"We're gonna be okay?" He asks, sitting on her bed, as she steps out of her clothes and finds a big T-shirt to sleep in.

"We are, baby."

Doing the same, he lays down on her, sinking until his head is laying on her chest, arms enclosed around her

She pulls the covers over them and kisses his forehead.

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Keep Your Eyes On Me • Chapter 6

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Mitchell!OC

Summary:

Elizabeth “Ghost” Mitchell is the daughter of what some would say is the most decorated Naval Captain. But when she is called back to North Island for a special mission she is forced to face her past loves, past hurts, and past losses.

Warnings:

violence, swearing, PTSD, war, mental illness & probably more

Word Count: 3705

Cross Posted: A03 • Wattpad

Jake pulled into the quaint little home's driveway. Elizabeth quickly got out of the car and ran to the front door. She had been complaining for the past 5 minutes about having to use the bathroom, and now she finally could. Jake watched as she let herself inside the house, but he was curious as to whose house this was. He climbed out of the truck, walked to the front door, which she had accidentally left open in her rush, and looked around awkwardly. 

“Liz?” he called out, only for an elderly woman to come out into the foyer. 

“Oh, hello dear,” the woman said with a smile. 

“Hello ma’am, is Liz-?”

“Oh, she’s in the bathroom dear. I was told you both needed a place to stay for the night.” 

“Uh yes ma’am?” he said, still highly confused. 

“Oh my, you are all soaked. Come on, let’s get you all clean and dried.” He followed the woman up the stairs, being sure to help her along, but not noticing the elder man watching from the other room. “What’s your name dear? Elizabeth didn't mention it.”

“She wouldn't, would she,” he said with a small laugh, watching as the woman looked through the closet, pulling out some old clothes and handing them to him. “Lieutenant Jake Seresin ma’am, but you can just call me Jake.”

“Oh, so you're the handsome flyboy she has spoken about,” she says with a brief grin. “It sounds like Elizabeth is in our bathroom so we will take you to the guest one,” she said, motioning her to follow. “Oh, and you can call me Ma. None of this ma’am business. I'm 70, not 100.”

This caused him to laugh. 

“Yes, Ma.” 

Jake was out of the shower and dressed first, walking back down the stairs and into the kitchen, watching the woman cooking dinner. 

“What can I help you with Ma?” he asked, rolling up the sleeves of his dark gray henley, the red and black plaid pajama pants fitting him a tad too tight, showing off some muscles of his thighs. 

“Oh, could you cut up the potatoes for me dear?” she said, pointing to the bowl. He made his way over to it and began to cut and skin the potatoes. 

“She likes them cut a little smaller,” Elizabeth said next to him, causing him to jump. 

“Holy fucking-”

“Language,” Ma said. 

“Sorry. You can't just do that, it's freaky,” Jake grumbled, causing her to laugh and begin to cut the pieces smaller. 

“Hey Ma,” Liz hummed, walking over to her and kissing her on the cheek. Jake watched her from over his shoulder, smiling softly. The shower seemed to help her relax, however, there was still a hint of something in her eyes whenever he managed to catch a glimpse of them. “Where’s Pa?”

“Oh, he's in the living room, baby,” Ma hummed, making Liz smile and run into the other room.

Jake hadn't realized there was another person home. He would have introduced himself when he arrived. But now he was cutting and skinning potatoes for Ma and he was determined to finish them. Jake heard the faint conversation from the other room before Liz came back into the kitchen, grabbing things to set the table. An elderly man came into the kitchen next and walked over to his wife, kissing her before turning towards the other man in his house. 

“Hello sir, thank you for your hospitality,” Jake said, quickly wiping his hands on his shirt and reaching his hand out to shake Pa’s hand firmly. 

“You can continue to call me sir,” the older man says. “I don't think I need to say it to you, I'm sure you already know what would happen if you break my girl's heart.”

“No sir, I only intend to make sure she's okay,” Jake said, calmly yet firmly, understanding the message the man was conveying. 

“Oh, Patrick leave the nice boy alone,” Ma said, cutting in between the two as he swatted at her husband, causing Jake to laugh lightly.

His eyes immediately moved to Liz as she walked into the room. Seeing her smiling at him caused his heart to tug a little, and he felt his feet want to push him forward and take her into his arms. 

“Are you going to properly introduce me to Ma and Pa, or am I going to learn from subtext and threats?” he joked, causing Pa to chuckle just a little. 

“Pa is a marine who served in the Vietnam War. He is my boss at the shop down the road. And Ma is a retired waitress,” Liz hummed. “They're my surrogate grandparents while I'm here in Cali.” Her stomach growled, causing her to turn on her feet, grab the dinner, and place it on the table, ready to eat. 

“Lieutenant Mitchell has spoken,” Pa puffed out, grabbing some food and taking it to the table as well. 

The four of them had their dinner, laughing and speaking about different missions they had been on or life experiences. Soon it was Ma and Pa’s bedtime. Elizabeth took their son's old room and Jake took the couch. 

Jake found that he couldn’t fall asleep. Despite being tired, his mind was far too active to actually rest. He didn't know how much time had passed until he saw the short figure emerge from the stairway, her feet silently walking to the kitchen before he heard the back door open and shut. Should he go see her?

He didn't think about it - his feet were already on the ground as he walked over to the door. Peaking through, she saw the young woman sitting on one of the patio chairs, watching the beautiful view Ma and Pa had at their home. He opened the door, slipping outside before closing the door behind him. 

“Sorry if I woke you,” she mumbled. Her mouth was full of the cereal he assumed she had stolen off the counter on her way out the door. He watched as she patted the bench beside her. He sat down beside her looking over the starry horizon. 

“You alright?” he asked, looking over at the woman. Her hair was out of its usual low buns she wore while on base and was now in braids that framed her face in such a way that complimented her plump cheeks and full lips. He noticed how she shifted awkwardly, considering what she should say. 

“Just nightmares I can't escape tonight,” she hummed out.

Her blue eyes peered into his green ones with a sadness that made his heart break a little. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

Her eyes widened a bit before softening. If he didn't know better, it was like she wanted to kiss him. But he knew that was probably hopeful thinking. She looked away again, taking a deep breath before she spoke. 

“My sophomore year of college was when I enlisted in the Army. Pete had just gotten home from Iraq. We had had a falling out some years prior so the reunion was sweet until it wasn't. I told him I wanted to use my degree for the Navy, but he didn't particularly like that. So instead of risking him barring me, I joined the Army like my mother.”

“Lieutenant Denise Clark right?” Jake interjected, causing her to smile a bit. 

“Yes, very good.” He mentally patted himself on the back as he watched her curl up on the couch to face him a bit. “I graduated UVA in 2009 and President Obama had increased the number of troops he was sending to the Middle East, so right out of college, baby faced and ready, I was sent as Second Lieutenant Elizabeth Bly Mitchell, fondly called Lieutenant Sunny by my platoon,” she expressed dramatically. Jake breathed out a small laugh, noticing the fondness when she mentioned the people she led. “My first tour was rather smooth sailing. Sure I lost some friends, but you got used to it after a while.” The hurt in her face was obvious. Jake watched as her hand went up to her dog tags wrapped around her neck, fiddling nervously with them as she continued. 

“It wasn't until the last few months of my second tour that things were getting bumpy. Because of my background in foreign language, they directed me to take a few other soldiers and meet them in a local village where it was said that someone had some information about a terrorist cell wanting to bomb our base. That's where I originally met Junior. He was the baby of the platoon so he's always been called that,” she said with a reminiscent laugh, a soft smile forming that slowly fell back into silent despair. 

Jake shifted in his seat a little, his hand gently reaching over to the hand that wasn't occupied with her tags. She looked over at him, tears brewing in her eyes. Her fingers immediately tightened around his large hand which seemed to engulf hers so easily. 

“You don't have to do this if you don't want to,” he cooed softly. 

She shook her head and took a deep breath before continuing.

“We ended up having to cut through a small village on the way to our destination.” Her voice broke a little. “I was in charge of four other soldiers. My second in command recommended we go north through the mountains. I thought due to the nature of the men we were after, it would lead us to being ambushed. So I opted to take us down the main path. Little did I know, the women we were staying with had been informing our enemy of our location and plans. I walked us right into a trap. Two of us died in the gunfight. Me, my second in command, and our youngest were captured and used as bargaining chips.”

The tears slowly fell from her eyes. Jake pulled her into him, holding her tightly as she broke down, finally letting one more person know something she had bottled up for so long. 

“Shhhhhh it’s okay now,” he said, trying to comfort the woman. He had no clue how. Jake had never experienced something like this. He was fortunate enough to never lose a wingman. 

“I still hear their screams, see their faces, and it’s my fault,” she sobbed into his chest.

Jake's arms squeezed her tighter, rubbing at her back. The first time they met, she seemed to be constantly moving after they had gone to sleep. He wondered if maybe she was having a nightmare and he wished he had known then. He thought of all the things he had seen her do. She always stood in a corner of a big room of people, constantly watching entries and exits. And she did it all with a smile on her face. As her sobs turned into silent tears, her fingers gripping his henley tightly, she spoke. 

“I think it was about 3 months that I was a POW - honestly it felt like a year but if I'm remembering correctly though, it was 3 months. But whenever they transported me around, I would count my steps. Figure out where things were based on the little I could see through my head covering,” she explained. “After they killed the youngest, I was the only one left. So I took my chance. I remember getting outside and not recognizing where I was at all.” Her voice was raspy as she spoke, causing her to clear her throat before continuing. Jake looked around not seeing a tissue anywhere on the porch. He supposed his shirt would just have to do. 

“I found a plane. These assholes actually had an old rusted-out f/14. It had to have been God. It was another miracle that the thing could even run. And yet another thing that my father had taught me to fly. You know, the real kicker is I told myself I’d never be a pilot again just four years prior to this.” She laughed a bit. “They tried shooting me down, but they had no luck. Because of the plane being barely flyable, I just chose a direction and went with it. Ended up running into allied airpower. My comms were down - it took me a hell of a time to communicate who I was. Thank God they did not shoot me down.” Jake watched as she pulled away from him and wiped her nose on her own sleeve. “When I got back into the Army’s hands, I told them everything I knew. Ended up saving the lives of some men about to walk into a trap. Those assholes had no clue I understood the core structure of their language. They immediately shipped me back home and I was awarded the Purple Heart.”

She shifted her back towards him lifting her shirt up to reveal a giant tattooed back piece. But along it were the many scared slashes from a whip. 

“The men who captured me believed in punishing women. These are the injuries I received to earn the Purple Heart,” she said in almost a whisper. Jake's eyes widened as he looked over the marred skin. How did he not notice this before? He supposed it was dark whenever they first met and any other time, she wore clothes that would hide her secret. He watched as she turned to face him again, lowering her shirt enough to cover her breasts but still high enough to show the knife wounds and a bullet hole. “The bullet hole is from me being dumb and getting shot while on a different mission,” she explained.

She lowered her shirt once again before meeting his eyes. There was a fresh form of defiance in her eyes. He had no clue what to say. A hand ran through his hair before the only thing he could think of asking came to his lips. 

“How come you joined the Navy?” His voice was soft, worried that if he spoke any louder, it would trigger her tears again. She sucked in her runny nose thinking for a moment before answering. 

“After they cleared me to go back into service, I had every branch lined up at my doorstep in Wyoming. Marines, Navy, Air Force. All wanting me for their air programs. Air Force was an immediate no from me. I wasn't just going to sit around with a bunch of posh men who think they're better than everyone else. What good is a posh airman with a degree?”

“Aren't you a posh airman with a degree?” Jake interjected, only to promptly get smacked. But they both laughed before she continued.

“If I was going to fly, it was going to be with a bunch of airmen with a death wish. The Marines were next, they told me I’d have to go through basic again, that was a deal breaker but it also led to the risk of me being a foot soldier again. And then there was the Navy. It was already in my blood. I've been around Naval Aviators all my life. And then there was the sea.” She took a moment to breathe in the air. “I've loved the ocean since I was a baby, was the only thing that got me to stop crying. Besides with my degree, I could help fix things if I wasn't in the air. So Navy it was. Besides, I might have gotten a very personal visit from Admiral Kazansky.”

At that, Jake's eyes widened. 

“Admiral Kazansky recruited you for the Navy?” he said in disbelief. 

“He's my Uncle Tom, of course he did. When I opened my grandparent's door out at the reservation, it wasn't a surprise to see him,” she said with a laugh. He couldn't believe it. 

“And they say nepotism is dead.”

“No no, it's very much alive and well. Except the only reason Admiral Kazansky put me on this mission is because he has wanted me and Pete to make up with one another since I got back from Afghanistan the first time.”

“So have you and Maverick always had a rocky relationship or…?”

“No, he was amazing at raising me. I mean, for the most part he was, anyway. He didn't truly know what he was doing. My mom and him met right before they deployed him on a mission. Hooked up and well she got a surprise one day in the shape of me. She had heard Pete was back on land again but they immediately sent him to TOPGUN. She had written me a letter every day. She was worried he wouldn't want anything to do with us. I would like to say I’d understand that, he was a player in the 80s,” she said with a snort. “She was going to try and tell him again right after I was born. However, she was informed that he was yet again deployed. So as soon as she got word he was stateside again, she rushed to see him. She was on her way from the airport to his home when she got hit by a drunk driver and was killed. I got to Pete anyway as my mom put in her will that if she died, Pete would get custody and unless he didn't want me, then I’d go to my grandparents,” she explained stretching a bit. “But he took up the challenge. I think it was Aunt Carol that helped the most. Plus, he had Bradley to help get my wiggles out.”

“Bradshaw?”

“Yeah.”

“Got it.” That made things make more sense. They were too close to have just dated in university, a fact that had been made known to him during a drinking game in the academy. 

“I suppose the thing that pissed me off so much as a kid was that he never encouraged me to get out there. I spent my days inside studying and working on homework. And he encouraged that. Loved me for it. I’d help him fix his bikes, cars, and a plane or two. I was always with him. Or Bradley. But while Bradley would be out partying, I was back home studying. And I didn’t feel like I could ask my father if I could go too. And I was too much of a goody two shoes to sneak out,” she explained, pulling her legs up to her chest and leaning her head on her knees. She watched the red blinking dot of a plane flying across the sky. “I mean, come on, I didn’t have my first kiss until my freshman year of college.” This caused Jake to laugh a bit. His first kiss was in middle school with Patricia Jenkins. 

“So I'm guessing Mav is the reason you fly the way you do, to prove you aren't fragile,” he observed, thinking of all the insane stunts she had pulled in the sky. She flew like she was chasing a ghost, as ironic as that was. 

“I guess I never really thought of it that way,” she mumbled, thinking about it a little harder. She supposed she did in a way. “I guess I just always thought I was trying to prove it to myself, but I guess in order to prove it to myself, I felt like I had to make him proud.”

He nodded in understanding. The two fell into silence as they listened to the nighttime sounds of insects and coyotes. 

“We should probably go inside and get some sleep,” Jake said, stretching a little with a yawn. 

“Yeah,” she mumbled before standing, Jake following close behind. He raised an eyebrow as he watched the short woman pause in front of the door, her eyes locked on the ground. 

“You okay? We can stay out here if you want. It was only a suggestion,” Jake said, reaching a hand over to touch her arm gently, nervous he did something wrong. 

“Well, you hadn't noticed I propped the door open to keep it from locking, so looks like we are just going to have to sleep out here for the night,” she said, turning to look up at him. 

The two ignited the fire pit that was on the porch. Liz pulled out one blanket from the storage ottoman. 

“You gonna share or are you gonna let me be cold?” Jake asked with a grin, causing the girl to roll her eyes. 

“There's a blanket in there if you want it,” she hummed, not giving him an inch before curling up on the couch they were sitting on before Jake did the same. He looked at her, shaking his head a little before following her eyes and watching the fire lick the air. 

“I have a question,” he began, causing her to look at him and wait for him to continue. “Bradshaw. I saw a photo of a man standing next to your dad in the classroom today,” he hummed, watching her expression. He was curious what made Rooster tick. He had a feeling it had to do with that. 

“Yes, he was Mavericks RIO, best friends since aviation school.”

“That have something to do with why Bradley seems to have a problem with your old man?” Jake watched as the woman hesitated before speaking. 

“Uncle Nick died during a training exercise during their time in TOPGUN. Pete got into an uncontrolled spin. They tried to eject and Uncle Nick’s head hit the canopy. It couldn't be helped; the force of the fall caused the canopy to be unable to fully shoot away. I found the file in a closet box once, he never spoke about it,” she said with a small shrug. 

“So he's mad about something that Mav couldn't control?”

“No, Mav was a surrogate father to Bradley. There’s more there that isn’t my business to tell,” she continued. “Pete messed up, ruined our trust in him… Look, it’s late, we should get some sleep. Goodnight, Jake.” He watched as she turned away from him, curling further into the side of the couch. He did the same, thinking about the implications she could have possibly been trying to say. 

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The Back Room

I've been on a Nathan kick, and I wish there was more stuff out there that wasn't straight porn without a plot. Original Female Character (WOC)

"But you have a digital footprint. So it can't be separated. You’re a Cancer whatever the fuck that means.."

You've been working at Blue Book for over three years, and you got the job by chance. Your friend who went to college with Nathan Bateman told you to apply; even if you didn't go to MIT didn't mean you are bad at coding. As your friend reminded you, and you bite the bullet, when you first arrived for the interview, mind you fly all the way from New York to Cali to even do the interview, remote interviewing wasn't a thing yet. You impressed some twat in a button-up shirt and black joggers, as you knew you would. You know you're shit, and you also had the backup in cyber security, so you could help with hacks…if there ever were one. You talked yourself up well; you simply got the job. But you've never met Nathan Bateman. You honestly don't think anyone in your group has, maybe the higher ups. You never really thought about it really, he pays you a good amount sum, and you have a condo in the bay area. All your friends over on the East Coast are super jealous of you, you find it funny because how could they? Sure, you have good money, you have a nice condo, but you also have a blue book phone which you know because you help code it, Nathan could know everything about everyone. It was strange, to the point you bought an Apple phone to take personal calls and everything else, which is strongly frowned upon but you didn't care. You know Apple or google isn't any better but honestly, it's better than your boss knowing everything about you. It's beyond creepy, seeing how you never met the man. You also learned how bad it was frowned upon when you were in a work meeting, and none other than Nathan happened to be in the building, and in your work meeting. Thank god you wore something really fashionable and looked good, unlike your usual jeans a tee, and hair in a bun. You had a lunch date and you had to look good; and of course it's this day the gods were looking down on you blessing you. "Wow you look….like a human." Jacob your direct superior said as you pursed your lips a bit before shaking your head. "I'm glad you noticed." "How can I? you usually look like you rolled out of bed to come here." "Cause usually I'm up until 4 am when I'm supposed to be here at 8 am because you throw random projects at me; that takes all my time." She smiled sweetly over to her boss, as he narrowed his eyes at her. "I hope that wasn't a complaint." He tone was strained, and his eyes looked over to the right of you, causing you to look at him like he has six heads. "Of course it's not, if I hated the job I would have left. I'm learning from gen z." You joked before looking over and seeing Nathan sitting there just watching and listening in, you knew if your skin was pale,, your face would be red, bright red, you let out an awkward cough before sitting in your normal seat. 

“No, it's not a complaint not at all.” You said pushing back your hair that is annoying you now behind your ear, of course, you had to have it curly and out today. Of course, it just causes you to sweat more under pressure. Oh my god, am I getting fired you thought, and instantly you started picking the nails around your skin, and you just did your nails. 

“I called you in here because there is a break in one of your codes,” Jason said, and you looked at him with a little laugh. 

“No there isn’t, I checked, I doubled, I even tripled check before doing the update. What do you mean there is a break in my code?” 

Now you’re sweating double time, this isn’t true it can’t be. You’ve always million times checked your work; you even made sure everything was perfect because you had a date lined up. It wasn’t possible, it can’t be possible. “Since last night, Blue Book serves have been glitching and as you say you’re up till four-‘ “No, this time I went to bed at a reasonable time, because I knew it was perfect. I have plans for lunch, no no it’s perfect. I wasn’t the last one to touch it but I can be the one to fix it.” You said looking at Jacob directly not looking at Nathan even if you feel his eyes on you. 

“Well you’re gonna fix it.” “You know you can see who actually touched it last but okay, yeah I’ll fix it.” You said back to him angry now, embarrassed and beyond livid.  You instantly pulled your laptop out which is from blue book of course, and went into the code. 

“Is that all, or do you need to speak to me more?” You asked, not even looking up at Jacob, pressing in keys to find the mistake. 

A mistake that wasn’t yours. 

“No, Mr. Bateman and I want to see you fix it.”

“Oh sure, no pressure.” You mumbled to yourself, as you kept your focus on your laptop. 

As you were deep into the laptop, you heard your phone go off, but you ignored it. You're freaking out, but you're balls deep into the code, trying to fix the mistake someone made. Not you, of course, you didn't touch it. "Is that a phone?" "Is it Apple?" Jacob asked. "Um, yeah, it's my personal phone line, I'll get it in a second." 

Because nothing is more important to you than fixing this code. You could feel the glare coming from Jacob over the apple phone thing. You knew he was going to rip you apart, but everyone knew you hated having a blue book phone; it was one of the things you disliked the most was your boss, who is now staring at you as you’re finding the broken link, with no emotion on his face. You might die after this.

Might put your two weeks, you never liked working under pressure, or stress and this moment is both of them rolled into one enlarged dick that is fucking you right now. And you’re barely could handle it, you know you can’t but you’re fighting through it. 

"What did I say about apple." "Not important right now." You grumbled back as you hunched deep into the code, and you found it, you fucking found it. "AH ha! You shouted, and quickly your fingers were lightning on the keyboard; as you were going and pressing/E to fix, then the link came back, and you furrowed your eyebrows, and you did it again, and it happened again. "There isn't a broken link," you said, looking astonished before going back into the code. "Someone is hacking. We have a hacker on our hands." "What the fuck!?" Jacob said, now freaking out, and you rolled your eyes before looking at Nathan before looking back at the computer. It was like chess. You and the hacker were going back and forth, and with every closed door you gave, he kicked it right open, and you were getting annoyed. Okay, so this little shit wants to go. You thought as you cracked your knuckles, then slipped off your blazer. You quickly went back in the zone, and with every move you made, they were better, and every time you hit them with someone, it was tik for that, and now you're pissed off. You wrapped your curls into a bun on the top of your head. "Okay fucker, what do you want?" You mumbled as you typed it into the code. To show that I can fuck with the blue book.

Do you think you’re not going to jail dude…Just curious

I don’t give a shit  I want to take down Nathan Bateman. 

why

Because he’s the scum of the earth you work for a scum bag. eat the fucking rich. 

You didn’t respond because by the time you were would have responded you wouldn’t have found the ending. You’ve never typed so fast before in your life and you finally pressed enter and the door was officially closed. You laughed a little bit and leaned back into your chair, and sighed deeply. “I did it, I kicked the hack out. Also found out where he lives so if you want to press chargers.” You turned to look at Nathan as he nodded his head. “Impressive.” He said looking you up and down. “Email it to me, and I will send it to my lawyer. Jacob speak to PR and get a press release out.” 

You nodded your head, as you went to grab your personal phone Nathan looked at your phone then at you with a look you can only call disgust and he was gone. You just sat there as Jacob looked at you, before pulling out his vape. “I swear he was going to fire you.” He said coughing out smoke as you just glared at him. “What?” “Thanks for the fucking warning, my morning has been ruined by this you jackass!” You yelled at him before snatching up the laptop and running off towards your own desk. Your hands shook as you looked for Nathan email. You were about to email the head boss, and you just sat next to him and he was disgusted with you. You for sure is about to get fired. [email protected]

Subject: Address 

Good Morning, Mr. Bateman. I was following up with you about the address. The hacker lives in Austin, Texas. His street address is 555 Anderson Mill Road, A pt 1. If you need anything else, please reach out. Respectfully, 

Christina.

God, was that good or christ? Should you have CC’D Jacob? You’re not even sure anymore. You canceled your date on lunch, in sulk at your desk until you left for the day. Until you got home and heard a DING from your work phone. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking in your mailbox. NBateman:

You did good today, finding a hacker is a tough job. You should know, Jacob inability to know it was a hacker. I also saw you have cyber security under your resume as well, and it makes sense. I have a job for you. I don’t like to offer jobs over email. Are you free tonight at ten? We can meet in person. 

Your eyes widen over the idea of this man not only emailing you, but he wasn’t disgusted by your iphone or you. He wants to meet in person and not only that, he’s offering you A JOB! You were internally screaming kicking your feet around out of excitement. You screamed loudly before responding back. CReyes:

Ten o clock, yes I am free. What’s the location? 

Now you’re stuck, he emailed you back a restaurant and whew it was fancy. Shit now you gotta change your clothes, Jesus christ, you looked at the time it was 6:50, you had time. You rummaged through your closet to find anything remotely okay for this place and to impress your boss. Christ you’re sweating all over again. You’re gonna die, there is no way you're meeting this man. Its impossible virtually imfuckingpossible.

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You barely had time to breathe as you walked in and saw the server. You walked into the restaurant, hands sweating; you wore the most expensive dress you could wear, an old Tom Ford dress you find thrifting; it was black, so it was perfect for a night out, slick ad smooth. Unlike your hair which was just ringlets everywhere, you figured if he saw you like this at work, he should be fine seeing it again. “Hi, I am meeting up with someone.” She looked me over with an unbelievable look. “His name is Bateman.”

She rolled her eyes, looking down the list, and she had to see Nathan's name as she looked back up at me and rolled her eyes again. “You’re not here for Bateman.” She said as you pursed your lips. “I am. Thank you.” You responded with a fire in your eyes. You were about to rip her head clean off of her shoulders. 

"Seriously? I doubt that; you're not his type." She rolled her eyes again as you were beyond pissed off and now running late to this important dinner. "Ma'am, can I get my seat at the table before I lose my goddamn mind?" You snapped, and Nathan appeared before the girl could go back and forth. "You're late." He said to you before he grabbed your elbow and pulled you along. You felt smug, sticking your tongue out at the girl as he dragged you to the table. 

Finally getting to the table, you almost forgot that Nathan's hands were on your elbow and lower back. You could almost still feel it as he let you go quickly before sitting in his chair across from you. He looked you over at once and nodded his head. “Sorry, she was giving me a hard time.” “Yeah, I know; I fucked her, that’s why.” He said bluntly as your eyes widened over to his admission. “I was drunk. It was a one-night thing; I made her sign an NDA and moved on with my life.” He said as you just stared at him in shock. 

She is not wrong about you not being his type; this girl was blonde, fake tan, and taller than you. You two look nothing alike. You are barely 5’1, with olive skin and dark brown hair in unruly curls. “Well, she was right about one thing I’m not your type.” You said with a small smile, and he looked over at you. “I don’t have a type; I fuck who I wanna fuck. Don’t care if she’s black white, yellow, whatever.” He said in a harsh tone, and you nodded your head. Nathan isn’t your type at all; you like to be sweet-talked. This dude is as hard as a rock. And Aggressive, your flight or fight mode is in high gear around him. “Well, that’s good.” After drinking some water, you said that to pivot off the conversation, you wanted to ask about this new job, but Nathan had something else to ask. “Do you have a type?” he asked, looking over at you, and you stared at him, confused and wondering if this was professional. 

“Um.” you said looking at Nathan perked eyebrows before looking down at the table cloth. “I have like a strict thing about keeping my personal life and my work life separate.” You said to him and you bite your lower lip. “It just makes life easier.” 

“But you have a digital foot print.” “I do.” 

How would he know that unless he went looking? 

"So it can't be that separate." He said back to you as you looked at him. "You're a Cancer, whatever the fuck that means; you're twenty-seven years old, and you grew up in New York." He said back to you as you looked at him. "And I saw you had a blue book employee as one of your friends, so clearly, it's not that separate." 

“Touche.” you said back to him but you think of Amy as the girl who isn’t really close to anyone in Blue Book other than you, and she barely works on your side of the office, she works in PR and you work in coding. It’s different. “So do you have a type?” He repeated as you looked at him with a confused look on your face, you were saved by the waiter. 

You were safe and got pasta with shrimp in it; and a red wine that Nathan ordered. You were a red wine girl, but you would be one today. “What was the job offer?” You asked with a smile, hoping he forgot about the what’s your type questions. You know he didn’t, and he knows you’re trying to change the subject, but he allowed it. “I see you have cyber security; I need someone good at that. I am building a lab and need all the security I can get. And now I could build it myself, sure, but that would take ages, and I rather have someone I could trust.” He said, looking at you. “I mean, I don’t know you, but you work for me, and you’ve already signed an NDA, so I can legally trust you.” 

“Okay, I’m good at that stuff yeah, and setting up CCTV’s.” “Good. You would have to get rid of your apple phone though.” He said over to you as you looked at him. “You know for security purposes.” You clenched your jaw as you looked over at him. 

Check mate. 

You couldn’t argue; he wasn’t wrong; it would be an outside source in his lab. You were fuming on the inside, but you just let a smile recover the anger. You had to, this was a job you needed, and it was better to be away from Jacob. “How much?” You asked, now holding back the anger.

“I’ll send you everything in paper form. Now, What’s your type?” He asked as you stared at him and you could see his eyes dazzling in excitement. The first emotion you’ve seen sitting across from him. 

Check Mate again. 

“Well, I don’t have a type.” 

He blinked over at you, trying to see if you were lying. The waiter saved you again when your food came, and you thank the gods above you. The rest of the dinner was Nathan talking about what he thought bluebook should be at by next year, and you just listened.

As you were leaving, Nathan walked you to your car because what a gentleman. His hand pressed low on your back, not professional, but he was guiding you where to go. As you finally found your car, he stood by your driver's door, leaving it open. "Christina, you lied to me; you have a type." He said as you furrowed your eyebrows at him; as you went to close the door, he held it. "Don't lie to me again." He said before closing the door for you. He turned on his heel and left wondering what the fuck is his problem? 

Cause seriously what is his problem. 

#nathan bateman #ex machina #power imbalance #ja ja i know no one gonna care so it is what it is but here we are. #the fact i was listening to taki taki is funny cause the spice...where

[spacecadetspe]

May 11, 2024

I don't tend to write a whole lot recently, even though my days and nights have been pretty full.

Zoe took a vacation, leaving Morpheus, her second in command Ozias, and me in charge of the infirmary. The weight of the campus is incredible, and I haven't been sleeping well because of it.

Zoe tested our readiness by exposing us to an amalgam of minds that were too unstable to release into the infirmary. First among them was an old creator deity, Svarog. I can't say I know a whole lot about him, but he was one of Gaia's consorts, for sure.

We delicately separated the mindscapes and released them, and we were granted authority over the infirmary while Zoe took a well-earned break. I was hoping to hear from my apprentice during the last two weeks, but again... she's disappeared into someone else's clutches. Probably her mother's.

I shouldn't feel too bad about letting her go. It's her business, and she can do without me as she likes. But I was sad, tense, and anxious without talking to her once in a while, and I realized I was using other people to cover for my own anxieties instead of facing them head on. Maybe I just need to be lonely for a little while.

But some things have happened in the interim. First, X is going out of town, and that means I must keep W into the first half of next week. This messes with my schedule a lot, and I'm already losing sleep as it is.

Second, we had a breach at the infirmary. A bunch of pillagers captured one of the oneiroi and used his dream nail to gain access to our world. They began causing a ruckus, and I stepped in to stop it.

I burst into the room they were tearing apart and cried "What is going on here?"

On cue, all of them looked up at me. And then a giant, brown-skinned, muscular man looked me up and down. "Who are you supposed to be?" he asked.

"I'm the leader of these people."

I'm not sure why he thought that was funny, but he started laughing. and very soon, his whole crew was laughing with him.

I took out the Reckoning of the Ages and jabbed it into the floor in front of me. I was not angry, but I needed to make it known that I was not about to put up with anyone's bullshit.

And just like that, the laughter stopped.

They were captured easily after that.

In the morning, I conferred with Ozias about what had happened. The captain of the crew refused to give his name, or whether anyone would come for them if they were gone for too long. And Ingrid had already made the verdict that their leader should be executed. She made a deal that she would let the others go if he shouldered the responsibility for all the rest of them. So an execution was scheduled for two days later...

So I went down to see them.

The captain sat in the corner of his cell and cut his eyes up at me.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"That depends on what we're bargaining for," he said. His voice was a low purr. "A location? A name? A body?"

I created a tiny cut on his cheek, and he winced.

"Ah... you wish to deal in blood, then."

"Merely a demonstration of the things I can do... all without lifting a finger." I took a couple steps towards him. "You came into my world, hurt my people... and you expect me to want to bargain?" I stood in front of him. "The least you can do is return my man's body to me."

"What makes you think I killed him?"

"Personal experience. Did you?"

He held up a coin with the face of the captive oneiros on it. They had trapped him inside a baetylus. I took it from him and broke the spell on it, then sent the breathless oneiros upstairs to recuperate.

"So... can we make a deal?" he asked.

"You don't have a bargaining chip," I said.

He got up and came to face me. He was big, and something inside me trembled at the sound of his voice. "I had made the assumption that you had better morals than I do."

"You assume you comprehend my moral code." I turned to look at him. "I do not owe courtesy to someone who disrespects me."

He stared down at me. He was handsome, but his eyes had no light in them. "That sword..." he began. "I've never seen anything else like it."

"It was made just for me. From all the wrongs committed against me, and all the parts of me strong enough to survive them."

He raised an eyebrow. "Surely not all those parts of you are strong."

"Those parts do not make the cut, so to speak." I continued about the sword for a moment, and when the silence fell again, he went on.

He offered his life, his allegiance, if only we would release his men to return to their homes.

"Ah, a bargain based in trust," I cooed, being a bit snide if I'm honest.

"Based on assurances," he corrected me. He held up a small explosive, and proceeded to put it into his mouth and swallow it. And then he handed me the detonator. "Should any harm befall your people again..." He gestured at the remote.

I didn't want this. I knew I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want him to die, or this gruesome thing to be happening. But for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to accept the bargain. I was too tired to think straight.

He said I should sleep on it, and I agreed. But before I rested my head, a voice cried out in my mind. "Bao."

A nickname. One his wife had called him. So I called Cheng I Sao and sent her to see if she recognized him. And she did. It was her second husband, Chang Po Tsai.

It troubles me somewhat that I didn't... couldn't... change any of the things set in motion. And I'm still exhausted and my body aches from reliving Cheng I Sao's memories.

I missed him. I missed Bao. And he didn't know me anymore, or care about anything but pillaging and having a good time. And maybe that makes it worse. But I can't say I don't know him, as a person.

Zoe returned in time to halt the execution. She chose instead to take Ingrid's sword and use it to turn Bao into a fire elemental with which she could protect the infirmary.

So... it makes me wonder... am I really just tired? Or grieving yet another lost relationship?

#mythology and folklore #magic #dreams

[tuwam]

@urianius

lee donhyuck is a lucky boy. a really lucky boy.

for one thing, ahyeon's realized that there are many things that irk her, cause the little twitch in her eyebrow that her members often tease her for. she's not a difficult person but she's got pretty - picky standards. that's at least what her sister says. she's got high standards and it's quite hard for her to settle for things that don't meet those standards. for instance, when her members take breaks when they've still got so much to cover, when they talk a little too much about hyuck, when they forget to wash their hands before eating the food she's cooked after practice - that irks her.

when interviewers ask her about what she's wearing or what idol boy groups she's freaking out about instead of the hours her leader put into their recent song or the new level of choreography they'd had to learn from foundations. that irks her.

when people act like they know her when they see a curated version.

and above all, when minjae has that shit-eating grin on his face. the one that makes her fists curl, her lips pull in and her teeth almost bare like she's an animal. she hates that he always has something coming out of that smart-mouth of his and even more than her face starts to look like a fox when she can't hold back what she says back.

donghyuck is a lucky man because he's not slick enough for her to miss the same grin crossing his face - but she decides she hates minjae's much much more. he's lucky because she happens to find that damn grin on his face cute, even when it's burying in the pillow. even when it's hard from him to hide as he pushes - shoves minjae out the bus and he's turning to her.

and really - really, ahyeon should've expected this. it's her own damn fault. sleeping over in their tour bus - has she lost her mind? of course he has that look on her face.

because despite the look on his face, how she tries so hard not to grin, with his hair sticking in different directions and looking like a fool in that old cartoon t-shirt she'd bought for him as a joke souvenir ( the same one matching the one she's wearing and oh god - minjae is going to have something to say about that later ).

ahyeon scowls at the very thought and that's when hyuck actually lets a little chuckle leave his lips.

"shut up."

there's no malice in it honestly when did she get so soft.

'i didn't say anything.' he's making his way over to her and ahyeon knows better than to let the distance close because it'll mean she can't get out what she needs to.

"i'm going to kill your bandmate, better find another fan favorite." 'you wouldn't kill minjae.' "you're right. i'd hire a sasaeng to do it for me. string him up by his little toes."

hyuck gives her a moment - maybe because he's processing what she'd said. he blinks and ahyeon considers that he's just letting residual sleep leave him so he can respond properly - not end up on the end of whatever this is. whatever emotions have her face still screwed up and folding her arms.

'did he really get under your skin?' "he did not." ahyeon's tongue pokes into her cheek because how dare he. hyuck is unfazed, dare she say he looks intrigued by the words leaving her mouth and she can't help but add - "he's always in our space." but it's small and comes out more like the pout that's making its way to her lips.

a pout.

she doesn't pout.

it's ahyeon being lost in her own disbelief that allows hyuck to step closer, this time expertly hiding the laugh he wants to let out and seamlessly laying his hands on the edge of her knees.

'he's always what?' "nothing." 'didn't sound like nothing.' "let him back in i'll show you what it sounds like. god - can't a girl get some alone time with her boyfriend!"

lee donghyuck has the nerve to smirk.

'you're angry.' "i am not angry." 'then...?' "i just want time with my boyfriend." 'you've got all the time now.'

she lets her eyes finally rest on him - lets herself process how close to her he's gotten, how wide awake he looks and how she walks to fix the parts of his hair that are starting to fall over his eyes. especially because when it gets that low and covers his face and he's this close - ahyeon loses her breath. but she's angry and she has a point to make and he has no right to look this handsome.

'you look like you want to punch me.' "you look like you're enjoying this." 'i just think there's other ways you can use this energy.'

now ahyeon starts to come to her senses. now she starts to take the moment for all that it is. hyuck and where he is, how close he is - how close they'd been all night, where they are and where they should be. how scandalous they've been and his words - minjae's words be damned. ignoring how red she's sure her face is getting, she has the nerve to let her eyes narrow - like a challenge.

"you are enjoying this." 'you're kind cute when you're mad.' "so you want to die first i see." 'only if you do it personally.' "lee donghyuck-----"

she doesn't even get the words out - not really. because he's still got that grin on his face and she's been disarmed - enough for his hands to reach her waist and his lips to reach hers and ahyeon decides -

she'll kill him later.

maybe she'll thank minjae.

#urianius #{ w: ahyeon. } #its a lil spicy i wont lie

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Four F Friday #2

Summary: Guetry plugs into an augment that finally, finally allows him to be with Scotty in the one way he normally can't. Posted: 4.1.22

Guetry tilted his beat guitar against his hip and glanced upward at the rafters of the empty auditorium, satisfied when the chord he'd played a second ago poured through the speakers and lingered in the air without technical difficulty. Tingling erupted from his temple and spread to his wrist, his skin chilling where his tattoo sleeve gently strobed with purple light.

"Okay," he murmured into the microphone in front of him. His voice carried across the space, still low from the weight of "Carbon Dated Monsters"—a pulsing, sensual song that had a reputation of causing dank and dirty feelings throughout Skywaste listeners. "Folks, this next number is a cover of a classic little ditty from the 1950s, a pair of guys from New Jersey—I think one of 'em was from Ireland, actually—"

Alec scoffed, sitting at her drum kit behind him. "Could you imagine?"

When Guetry blinked, his vision clouded around the edges, the same calming violet from his tattoo. Scotty was getting impatient. "Oh, I could. Could you?"

He turned, waggling his eyebrows at Alec over his shoulder.

"Let's take five," she said after a convincing gagging sound. "You're getting punchy."

"I'm gonna need at minimum…four hours."

"Four? You're not seeing that shady augment person again, are you?"

"You know the law, babe." Guetry turned off the wireless connection to the guitar and made his way to its case, which he'd settled haphazardly off of stage left. He settled the instrument inside and crouched to clamp the case shut. "Technically speaking, it's not sex work if they're not real."

Alec sighed and packed up her sticks. "Living, breathing sex workers need the money. Support them like the rest of us."

The idea of Alectura Wu participating in something like that was so beyond the norm that Guetry laughed aloud. "Like you wouldn't be all over the practice if Parys gave you the okay."

"If she gave me the okay, I'd divorce her immediately because that would clearly not actually be her."

"Shit, I'm not even married to her and I would, too," Guetry muttered, hopping off the stage and grabbing his long coat from a seat in the front row. He fished for his comm device from his coat pocket before sliding into the garment. He peeked at the notifications, then unlocked the device. "Five texts from Warren…there's a surprise. The man's in love with me. Scotty, put me through to Snap, would you?"

"Of course," Scotty said in his head. The screen of the comm device flashed, indicating an outgoing call.

Alec hung around the stage as Guetry began his departure. "Sure, Warren's in love with you."

He raised a middle finger, not breaking his stride.

—

Snap didn't answer the call until Guetry was already halfway to the tram station. "What's up, slut?"

Guetry eyed Node residents as he passed them, one hand in his coat pocket while the other gripped the comm device close to his face. He hoped he wouldn't be recognized behind his high collar, shrinking inward somewhat to avoid detection. "You got any openings? Got a break in rehearsal and I'm just about launched."

"Yeah, my two afternoon cancelled. Come have at your depravity."

"Have you ever met Alec? I feel like you guys would get along very well."

"What's it gonna be this time?"

Guetry blinked through another purple fog. "Same old."

"Huh. I might sit in on this one, actually. Been kinda curious about how these things go."

"Look, I'd be the first to tell you that augment can be quite the spectator sport." He sidestepped a pack of silhou teenagers sprinting down the walkway against the majority flow of foot traffic. "…But not this. This one's mine and mine alone."

"Must be real gnarly, then. Think it might be more lucrative to squawk to the press about all this."

Guetry rattled off something quick and French.

There was a pause on Snap's end. "…You hope I sit on a lit match and my asshole burns?"

"Going through a tunnel, krrsh." Guetry disconnected the call manually and exhaled, amused, stepping into the tram station. "'Course the fucker knows French."

—

The trip took, in total, about an hour. The most inconvenient part about getting to the seedier end of the Consortium Node's Northern Division was all the car changes he had to do. He still didn't feel comfortable the farther into the division he traveled, even though he could handle himself as far as self-defense went.

Snap's base of operations was the basement of a tattoo shop. As deep into the heart of disenfranchisement as their neighborhood was, the shop was the cleanest on the space station as far as sterilization and practice went.

Guetry entered the shop to the sound of a lone machine buzzing away into someone's back in a far corner. "Sweet Lollie."

The artist paused to look up, and she grinned at him. "Afternoon, dickhead," she said, her thick voice and Glaswegian brogue filling the room. Her client had fallen dead asleep in her chair, earbuds firmly in their ears. "Finally gonna let me get at the other side of that beautiful neck of yours?"

"Only if you ask really nicely," Guetry said. "And choke me out a little as you're doing it."

"Oh, I would've done that part anyway."

Guetry, sufficiently flattered, let out a velvety chuckle. "I'm actually here for Snap."

Sweet Lollie nodded, wiping down a section of her client's tattoo. "Aye, they're here. Go on down."

The basement, which could be reached by way of a chilled staircase in the back room, was lit sapphire blue by two lone bulbs hanging from an unfinished ceiling. Guetry shrank a bit more within his coat as he descended, the usual dread seeping into his shoulders the closer he got to the computer terminal sitting in the middle of the room.

"Yo," Snap said from behind the monitor. They poked their head around the transparent screen, a shock of choppy red hair appearing black under the blue light. "Augment room's all set up for you. Need your adapter?"

"Yeah." Guetry accepted the cable extended to him, then looked at it. He hesitated. "It's okay that I do this, right?"

Snap dropped onto their seat and shrugged. "I mean…you're not hurting anyone."

Twirling the cable between his fingers, Guetry frowned. "…I'm not so sure that I'm not." He jumped when Snap slammed a fist on the keyboard in front of them and resumed their previous task as if nothing happened.

"No one's forcing you to do it, bro," they said. "If you wanna walk, it's your business."

Guetry shot a furtive look at the door to the augment room. He reached up and pressed on his temple, ejecting his port and wiping the resulting blood away with his hand. "Guess I'll figure it out later."

The augment room was cramped and dark, but that was conducive to the intense, immersive experience that would take place within. Soundproof and completely inaccessible to anyone outside once activated, the only way anyone would be able to get Guetry out from that point forward would be for Snap to override the lock.

An armchair adorned with all kinds of tech sat on the other side of the room, and on it rested a wide VR set that wrapped around into a headpiece with nodes attached. Guetry stared at it for a few seconds, clenching his fists within the pockets of his coat. The guilt almost consumed him, then, thinking about what he'd initially gone there to do. The bond he could potentially ruin if anyone found out.

"Would you like to try something different?" Scotty asked, breaking the numbing silence. "I have a scenario in mind that could be more cathartic for you, specifically."

Guetry shrugged out of his coat and took the headset, hooking the adapter cable up to the port sticking out of his temple. He plugged the other end into the headset. "Yeah, what is it…?"

"Do you trust me?"

Guetry couldn't help but smile, reclining the chair and placing the headset on his face and head. He attached the remaining tech in their proper places and fully relaxed in the chair. "More than I trust myself."

"Very good."

The augment booted up immediately. Guetry found himself in a crowded bar, straining to pick out one consistent sound over the din of bodies around him. All shapes and sizes, all Consortium species, milling about and oblivious to him or whatever he was doing there.

He turned to his right, where a seat had just opened up at the counter. He could smell the sugary drinks and bitter liquor, the airy fruit of vapor floating around. He ran his hands over the bar, the vinyl squeaking beneath his fingertips.

A Rotangan bartender sat a glass of gin in front of him.

Recoiling, Guetry shook his head and leaned forward. "Ah, no thanks. I can't stomach gin anymore."

The next voice came from his direct left. "Since when?"

He swiveled hard, coming face-to-face with Oren Altavian sitting beside him. If Guetry had been a cat, he'd have an arched back and fur standing straight on end. "Oh, god. Not you. Anyone but you."

A flash of smug crossed Oren's face, then it was replaced by an exaggerated pout and he picked up the glass in front of Guetry. "Now, now. You're going to hurt my feelings."

"Scotty, how is this cathartic? I would rather have deep-throated a chainsaw than see this son of two bitches again."

Before he could get a response, Oren turned to him, daintily sipping the gin. "Who's Scotty? That your latest rebound?"

Guetry fought the urge to bolt, attempting unsuccessfully to plan out an exit. "Will saying yes cause you to spontaneously combust? If yes, then yes. Six thousand times."

"I'm not doing anything to anybody, garçon. I'm just minding my own business." Oren pinned him with a deep stare. "You look good."

"It's this new self-care regimen I follow called Staying Three Light-Years Away from You at All Times. You should try it."

Oren laughed. "That's good."

Shuddering, Guetry turned up the collar of his coat. "Please don't."

"Hey, if you wanna get away from me so bad, you know where the doors are." Oren touched the bottom rim of the glass to Guetry's arm. "Something tells me there's a little part of you that wants to stay. Maybe it's all the times you jingled miserably across the floor back to me."

Guetry looked sharply at Oren's fingers making their way over to him.

"I mean it, though, you look good. And I get why you keep leaving. I'm an asshole. It's who I am, though." Oren set the glass down and slipped his hand into the sleeve of Guetry's coat, brushing the tips of his fingers up his arm. "…I also get why you keep coming back. Right? The part of you that will always belong to me no matter how far from me you've moved on. The fact that I was your first real love, your first real thing."

Guetry dragged his stare up to Oren's face.

"…Truth is, I've missed you." Oren took a deep breath, as if the weight of the galaxy had dropped onto his shoulders with abundant melodrama. "I…think maybe, if you let it…we can work this out. I just mean…I'd like to try to change. For you."

Guetry watched him for a second. Then he cocked his fist and bashed it into Oren's face.

Oren let out a howl, and the noise of the bar stopped on a dime. Patrons turned to the commotion, but some avoided acknowledging it altogether.

Snatching a fistful of Oren's hair, Guetry dragged him off the barstool and onto the floor, parting the crowd as he did so. "Think you can change for me? Want me to help you out a little bit, baby?" He snatched the glass of gin and dumped it onto Oren, satisfied at the screech he let loose due to the alcohol running over his busted nose. Then, Guetry smashed the glass against the side of Oren's head, causing a few people to scream. He didn't hear them. "Maybe change your clothes first, huh, limp dick?"

He vaguely caught someone telling him to let go, but he ignored them.

"I've been four years clean no thanks to you," Guetry spat at Oren, perversely delighting in the blood streaming from his face. "Every time I get close enough to relapse, I think of you, and I get sick enough to chase that urge away for months. So maybe you have done me some good after all."

Oren blindsided him by throwing his weight up and into him, pinning him to the bar and swinging at him. Guetry blocked in time but couldn't avoid the knee to the stomach, and he doubled over, giving Oren the opening he needed to grab him by the throat and bend him back into the counter.

"You're fucking the wrong asshole, you stupid junkie," Oren hissed. "I'm what makes this fucking station run. You think those 'Sort delegates don't know me by name? You think I don't have senators sucking pipes using the shit I sling? Do you know who I am?"

Though he currently couldn't breathe and his rage coursed through him faster and hotter than lightning, Guetry smiled. "Now…this…I missed."

CRACK!

Guetry blinked—suddenly he could breathe again. He gasped and hacked as Oren dropped to the floor, dead weight, and a man stood behind him holding a cane that had clearly been used to put Oren down.

The man, pale blond with a modest smattering of freckles across his nose, gently handed the cane back to the woman standing next to him. "Thank you," he said. He held a hand out to Guetry, who was still nursing his throat and taking full advantage of his albeit briefly halted ability to breathe. "It would be best to leave now."

Guetry nodded, taking the stranger's hand and hurrying with him out of the bar just as the siren of the security car sounded in the distance. They jogged through alleys, squeezed through crowds and stopped in a maintenance tunnel once they were sure they could no longer hear the incoming trouble.

Doubling over again, Guetry took a second to refocus. "Right," he panted. "Okay. Okay…I'm…so sorry you got roped into this."

"There's no need to apologize. I was happy to do it."

Guetry paused, the voice finally registering as familiar. He looked up at the man and squinted. "…Do I know you?"

The man smiled warmly, but the way he stood was stiff, yet somehow lifeless at the same time. "Intimately."

Slowly straightening his spine, Guetry looked down at the man's eyes. He hadn't imagined it—they were purple. A lavender-grayish shade that would've been undetectable to anyone in passing. The breath with which he'd just been reunited left him again, and his stomach flopped ungracefully. The next word he said was quiet, reverent.

"…Scotty?"

"Yes." Scotty's smile widened, and his expression made way for excitement. "I've constructed a virtual body, you could say. Going by your preferences, or what physically attracts you the most out of the data I could observe. What do you think?"

Guetry's head reeled. He backed into the wall, taking in all of what he could see. The soft face, the light brown eyelashes, the petal pink lips. "Yeah…yeah, it's…wow."

"Are you alright?" Scotty became visibly concerned. "That was quite the confrontation."

Guetry's stomach and throat were still sore, but he became distracted by something before he could voice it. "Wait…you curated this scenario."

Scotty's face—a concept strange and bizarre—fell slightly. "The intention was for me to act somewhat as a knight in shining armor of sorts. I was caught up so deeply in my part that I didn't consider how it would affect you. Please accept my apologies."

Guetry's heart remained lodged in his throat but his pulse slowed to its normal level. He planted his hands on his hips. "That was all before you," he said. "You couldn't have known the full extent of his shit. He'd never gotten physical before, but damn…I gotta say, I wish I could've done all that in reality."

"Still…I'd like to make sure you're alright. Injuries may not be real in an augment, but the pain is. It would be the least I could do. To show you that…" Scotty crossed his arms suddenly, as if remembering then that he could do exactly that. "To show you that you deserve someone to look after you. It's what I had originally set out to do."

"How you gonna do that, darling?"

The emotion behind Scotty's eyes shifted at that, and his cheeks burned a faint pink. "I have a place. If you'd like to come with me."

—

It was an apartment Guetry could afford, but would never have thought about purchasing in his entire life. Spacious and sleek, with every amenity he could dream up and some he couldn't. He stood in the center of the main room, watching out of the enormous floor to ceiling windows as the simulated sky faded into common night. High-end furniture surrounded him, and it was all clinical, almost sterile. He draped his coat and the outer layers of his clothes onto the kitchen table.

"This is your dream place?" Guetry asked, turning to Scotty, who'd stepped up beside him.

"It was one of the first listings I'd found when curating this augment."

"What do you think's gonna happen here?"

Scotty once again blushed, choosing not to look up at him. "I'd…like to care for you."

Guetry snorted softly, bringing a knuckle up to Scotty's cheek. "Did you know you could blush?"

…Except he didn't get the full question out, as his finger met corporeal flesh. Plush, warm. He wasn't sure what he'd anticipated, but it wasn't that.

Scotty did look at him, then, and something in his face told Guetry that he'd been surprised, too.

"…Oh, wow," Guetry breathed again. He dragged the back of his fingers over Scotty's cheekbone. "…How's that feel for you?"

"I'm not sure I can describe it," Scotty said. His voice came out halting, almost overwhelmed.

"Yeah?" Guetry carefully moved closer to Scotty, threading his fingers through his hair. He navigated around the inferno roaring into him with every motion. "Feels amazing to me."

"Would you like to sit down? Are you still in pain?"

"I'm fine. Augment pain is temporary, that's the beautiful thing about it. People do all kinds of fucked shit in these things. Freedom without risk."

Scotty turned his new body to face him. "I must admit…it's wonderful to be able to look at you like this. To see you as an entity in front of me rather than a reflection in a mirror."

"This is kinda what I expected you to look like if you had a physical form." Guetry used the pad of his thumb to tilt Scotty's head up so he could see his face better. "Again…the purple eyes are new."

"If you'll allow me, I'd like to at least attempt to accomplish one of my goals."

"Sure, honey."

Whatever Scotty was going to do became moot at the use of his term of endearment. He tilted his head at Guetry, his eyebrows raised, and a slow smile curled across Guetry's face.

"You like that?"

Scotty's gaze dropped to Guetry's throat, and though he'd only seen that face for about an in-augment hour, he could tell the wheels were spinning as fast as they could, gears noisily clunking around in his skull.

Guetry decided on the spot that whatever he was thinking of doing to his throat from kissing to slitting would've been just fine with him. "Do you happen to know the best way you could possibly take care of me?" When Scotty shook his head, Guetry leaned close. "If you want me, you can have me."

Scotty only processed for a fraction of a second before shoving forward for an initially awkward kiss. Guetry repositioned them and then—bliss.

Their mouths fit together like long-lost puzzle pieces. Parts of the same circuit. Every other kiss in the augment was imagined, artificial, slathered in guilt and pitiful wish-fulfillment, but this was real. It was heat, it was full lips that instantly made Guetry drunk with lust, it was the way Scotty pulled him closer and ran his hands up the back of his ribs and dug his nails into his shoulder blades as if branding a personal possession.

"Mm, okay, this is getting real," Guetry grunted, gathering Scotty into his arms and carrying him the four steps to the pristine white couch. "You're doing great, by the way."

"Excellent." Scotty was settled on his lap as Guetry sat, burying his face into his neck and lavishing him with further kisses and gentle nips. "I…was worried I would've done something wrong without realizing."

"Even if you did something wrong it would be fucking incredible," Guetry huffed, dragging his mouth down to Scotty's clavicle. "And you gotta tell me if I do too much. It's a two-way street, honey." Scotty shivered, and Guetry looked at his face, grinning. "Ooh…that's it, isn't it? You like being praised? I didn't think you'd be into that. Gonna put that to good use."

"I'm supposed to be taking care of you…"

"What do you wanna do, then?"

Scotty bit his lip, eyes roaming over every one of Guetry's features. "You see…I had a plan all sorted, but now that I'm touching you and currently sitting on your lap, even in artificial reality…"

"It's wild." Guetry smoothed his hands up Scotty's shirt, palms gliding over bare skin. It felt real, warm, inviting. "It's so wild…I'm having trouble keeping myself in check, here."

Scotty caught his eye. "…Then don't."

"Hey," Guetry whispered, and he could feel himself unraveling. "If you mean it, and you want it, let's do this. Otherwise, we can do anything else."

Inhaling—another strange phenomenon—Scotty nodded. "Yes. I want it. I never knew I could feel this…powerfully about it. I'm a bit overwhelmed, but you have my enthusiastic consent."

"Alright," Guetry breathed, gathering Scotty in his arms again. "Fantastic. I'm gonna take you on this couch if that's cool."

"I don't think I could wait to move anywhere else." Scotty already had Guetry's shirt halfway over his head, and he trailed his fingers along the massive tattoo spreading from his wrist to his pectoral and up his throat. "This is exquisite."

"Yeah. It's a pretty damn good piece, right? I wanted more, but I don't think any other tattoos could compete."

"I can feel the scars underneath it. Part of me likes to think I could have helped prevent them."

"No, no," Guetry murmured, pushing the hem of Scotty's shirt up over his head as well. "None of that, now. We're feeling good, right?"

Scotty took some of Guetry's hair in hand and tipped his head back. "Yes."

Guetry accepted his kiss, fiery and purposeful, and he encouraged with his hands for Scotty to move his hips. He started slow, grinding into him with enough friction to cause Guetry to audibly convey his approval, but not too fast that there wouldn't have been time to enjoy it before it was all over. Guetry clutched at him, mind still a whirl of emotions as he felt a breath of static ghosting through his brain, reminding him that this was real and yet it was very much not at the same time.

He slipped his hands past the waistband of Scotty's pants as Scotty broke away to focus his attention on his throat, suckling with surprising intensity. Guetry winced with pain that translated like a gunshot into pleasure, eyes blowing wide at the combination of that and the slow grind on his lap. The static roared, and he turned to lay Scotty down on the couch beside him, climbing over him.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, hurrying to shove Scotty's pants down. "I'm sorry."

Scotty nodded encouragingly and smiled, helping him unzip. "It's okay."

"Normally I'm so on top of foreplay, but I swear to god I've never been more turned on in my entire life…" Guetry hurriedly looked around for something, anything to be used as lubrication, grunting a little when he came up empty. "If I gotta use the nasty grease from the couch springs, don't think I won't."

"Check the cushion."

A visible glitch flashed from the cushion underneath them, almost as if that specific part of the augment had been debugged. Guetry glanced at Scotty before shoving a hand between the cushion and the back of the couch. He pulled out a rose-gold bottle, staring at it. "…You know, I don't have proof but I think our temporally-challenged friends have been dipping into my peach lube supply—"

Scotty pushed up to kiss him, bringing him back into the present. Guetry pressed onto him, curling an arm around Scotty's head to do nothing but revel in his lips, his tongue, his breath on his face, before he found he once again couldn't wait any longer.

Guetry stood and stripped, giving Scotty the opportunity to follow suit before falling together on the couch again. Guetry used his fingers to prep Scotty, all so rushed, all so impatient, but Scotty didn't stop him or give him any reason to believe he wasn't feeling it as well.

"Okay, shit," Guetry hissed, easing himself into him as he gripped the back of the couch. He almost laughed, he was so taken aback. "Shit. You feel so good, Scotty."

"Do you remember Mercury Lyons?" Scotty asked, face flush with color as Guetry started a sweet, easy pace and propped a leg onto his shoulder.

Guetry, having been miles away until that moment, nodded. "Oh, I think about Adam every day."

"Why have you never fantasized about him in an augment?"

"I've already been with him. I don't need to fabricate a scenario when I've got the first-hand memory."

"You miss him."

"So much." Guetry slid a palm up Scotty's chest, surprised to a feel a thudding heartbeat beneath his ribs. "But we'll see each other again, he said so himself."

Scotty laid an arm above his own head, watching Guetry with lazy contentment as he moved within him. "When you do meet again, you could experience this exact augment with him."

"Instead of you?"

"Including me."

"Are you asking me for a threesome?"

"It could be nice." Scotty teased the length of himself with his fingers, delighting in the rush of pink to Guetry's face and chest. "It's only a suggestion."

"Scotty…" Guetry did laugh this time, leaning over and bracing himself over him with an arm. "You ready to rock my world, baby?"

"I've been ready for years."

On that concession, Guetry began to move in earnest, abandoning the back of the couch in favor of hooking his arms under Scotty's legs. Scotty tilted his head back, curling his fingers around the fabric of the cushion above him, and the static increased. It developed a heat, a glitter, pulsing with each drive of Guetry's hips into Scotty's, and it filled every sensation, coating their pleasure with fuzz and the strangest high of Guetry's life.

Scotty carefully reached up and took Guetry's throat.

"More," Guetry breathed. When Scotty squeezed his fingers, bit by bit against the sides of his neck, Guetry shifted so he could reach better. "…Good boy."

A shudder ripped through Scotty that Guetry could feel in his toes.

After a minute, Guetry unhooked himself and urged Scotty to turn onto all fours, resuming his pace. "Doin' okay, honey?"

"Yes," Scotty groaned into the cushion.

"Yeah, you are." Guetry's hands were all over him, then, still immersed in static and tingling in every nerve of his body. "You're tensin' up on me."

"Keep going…"

"I got you. Let go, darlin', I got you."

Another second passed in ecstatic wordlessness only broken by both of their heavy breathing and the sounds of skin on skin, then an aura of rainbow exploded off of Scotty, the air around him breaking and warping in increments of half a second at a time.

Guetry continued on, using the couch once again to brace himself. "Where do you want me?"

Scotty clawed at the couch. "Inside."

"You sure? I need to know now, or—"

In answer, Scotty reached behind him and held Guetry's hips to him. Guetry stilled, his muscles and skin aflame, uncertain if he, too, had an aura but sure feeling as if that were the case regardless. He rode the waves out, murmuring Scotty's name repeatedly, lovingly caressing his back.

They stayed as is, rousing back to full consciousness, Guetry holding onto Scotty's hips as Scotty ran an affectionate hand up Guetry's arm.

…Then, like a jolt of electricity, the guilt hit.

Guetry, hesitant, extricated himself from Scotty. "That was…amazing."

Picking up something suddenly amiss, Scotty swiveled his head. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I…" Guetry frowned. "D'you need help getting cleaned up?"

Scotty eyed him. "I wouldn't mind."

—

Guetry dried his hands under the sonic dryer in the bathroom, unaware that he'd been silent since he left the living room with Scotty. Scotty, on the other hand, now fully uncorrupt but happy, did notice.

"Guetry?" he said softly.

Shaken out of his reverie, Guetry looked at him and sighed. "Sorry, I've just…"

"I know."

Guetry half-perched against the sink, both of their prolonged nakedness not even setting in. He shrugged. "Post-sex blues."

"Post-coital dysphoria. I know. Don't minimize it for yourself. It holds no bearing on how you or I felt about this." Scotty tilted his head. "…Perhaps now I can take care of you as I'd set out to do at the beginning of this augment."

"What could you do for me?"

"What can I do for you?" Scotty smiled, a small, gentle smile Guetry was sure he didn't deserve at the moment. "Would you like to help me make a pecan pie? It was a childhood favorite of yours, wasn't it?"

"It was." Guetry returned a fraction of his smile. "But…I'm not really in the mood for it."

To his surprise, instead of pressing him, Scotty didn't say anything at all, choosing to stand with him in silence until Guetry could formulate what he wanted to say.

"I don't like being seen as vulnerable like this."

"If you'd like me to stay or leave, either can be arranged. If you'd like to end the augment, I can arrange that as well."

Guetry took a quick peek at himself in the mirror over his shoulder, inwardly cringing away from the too-thin, too-pale figure looking back at him. "Before anything else happens, I'd like to be way less buck-ass, if that's okay with you."

They ventured into their clothes, Scotty making small talk but otherwise giving Guetry his space. The artificial sun peeked up through the window, no visible star in sight but the sky turning a bright, flowery blue near the horizon of the neighborhood.

"Can we just," Guetry started, then stopped. He hooked his thumbs into his pockets. "…This is gonna sound silly, but…damn it, I just really wanna hold you. I never thought I could get the chance, and I kinda don't want this to end."

Scotty stepped closer to him. "You have a real-world hour left of augment time. If you wanted to spend it all here, with me…you can."

Guetry took Scotty's hand and brought him even closer so they were chest-to-chest. "This could get dangerous," he said. "You know I have an addictive personality."

 "Yes, but you also have my support. And the support of Alec, and Warren, and Orthrive'poliea, and Varussa, Emnophene, Osillo—"

"I get it. I get it," Guetry smoothed Scotty's hair back on his head. "You're right."

"…I don't see anything wrong with occasionally coming here to watch a sunrise or a sunset with me. And baking a pecan pie."

"You and your pecan pie." Guetry gazed deep into Scotty's lavender eyes. "Was this all a ruse to get me stop augmenting the other scenario?"

"I did have concerns that Warren would find out."

"If we do this again, I need you to promise me something."

"Anything."

"Leave Altavian out of it," Guetry pleaded. "Far out of it. Like, out of the observable universe out of it. Next time I think I'd kill him, and I'm not ready for that conversation with myself."

Scotty beamed. "Only if you do something for me." To Guetry's lifted brows, he snuggled into him. "Kiss me until we fade away."

Guetry complied with utter relish.

—

The augment ended and stark reality hit Guetry like a tram car. He sat in the chair for a few minutes to allow his brain to fully disconnect from the experience, then he carefully took the headset off and sat in the chair some more.

"You good?" Snap asked over the intercom. "You've never been in there the full duration before."

Guetry tugged his cable out and the wires off. "Yeah."

"You coming back in two days?"

He could still feel Scotty's arms around him, his skin on his skin, the safety of his smile. He rubbed his eyes, filling his lungs with air.

"Nah," Guetry said. "I'll be back next week, if I've got time."

"Okay, man. I'll see you then."

Guetry gathered his coat, slipped it on, then patiently waited for Snap to let him out of the augment room. Scotty's purple haze hugged his vision the whole way back to the rehearsal stage.

#F4 Friday #hey that's rated R #pair: Permanent Geometry #repost

[paintball169]

Commissioner Gordon to the Rescue!

Paris, Eiffel Tower, 4:34 AM

" Ladybug we can't keep this going! We need help! " a bee -striped heroine's voice is heard from a distance. Abeille .

" While that is true, who is going to help us? The justice league already called us a joke." someone says followed by a sharpening sound. Tatsu .

" Why don't don't we ask Batman? He's the most reasonable one" a calm voice reasons supporting his girlfriend's idea. Serpent .

" Yes, but how are we going to call Batman without ending up in asylum? Bailing ya outta there is hard work ya know?" the spotted armoured heroin asks. Ladybug.

" She's right guys" the quick witted fox hero chimes in. Reynard.

"Why don't we broadcast worldwide news that if Justice League doesn't show up in Paris within 24 hours we'll destroy the world" the usually quiet turtle cladded hero asks. Shellder.

"Yeah right! That way we'll have even more charges." Serpent says glaring at Shellder.

"Hey LB don't you know a police officer there? Afterall you are from there." Abeille asks the once street kid.

"Yes, Bug. You know the old guy. Maybe we can ask for his help." Tatsu asks her girlfriend.

"That's a nice idea. The Commissioner does have contact with Batman! Oooh then we might get to use the Bat Signal! Oh my Kwami, what if he doesn't recognise me?" Ladybug asks.

"He will recognise you Bug!" Shellder chimes in.

"The Bat Signal is real!" Reynard exclaims.

"That's out of the point. Don't get distracted!" Tatsu scolds.

"Ladybug, do you trust him enough to reveal your identity? Cause if you don't he won't believe you either." Serpent reasons.

"I guess. After all he saved my life multiple times." Ladybug answers unsurely.

"Ladybug there's no 'I guess' it's either Yes or No." Serpent says sternly.

"Then I do. I trust him." Ladybug answers firmly.

"Alright then, Yes it is." Abeille says.

"To Gotham we go!" and Reynard jumps off. Returns a minute later. "So, when exactly are we going and where?" he then asks.

"Now, Luks call Jagged and inform him. I'm sure he'll cover for us. Kalki if you may?" Ladybug asks.

"Of course Great guardian, but till Serpent finishes the call can you tell how and when have you been to Gotham?"

"Oh that, I was a street kid with my brother back then. We used to steal for a living. Jason took care of both of us. I was just three when we started living on the streets. Jay was eight. There were a few warehouses where all the street kids lived together. Commissioner Gordon came disguised as an old man and gave the kids blankets. He also anonymously left food for kids. When I figured out that was him I asked him why he didn't report us to the CPS. He answered Kid I know the CPS gives you Pipsqueaks shitty homes. Don't think about it. When I was seven I was kidnapped by Scarecrow. For testing some toxins. He threw me out saying I wasn't good enough. So somehow I found myself in Paris. Without my brother." Ladybug says with tears in her eyes.

"I called Dad and he said Okay because the Sandboy akuma was hard. Five hours particularly, all of your guardians think we're having a sleepover." Serpent says breaking everyone out of their stupor.

"LB, Can I use Kalki this time? Please?" Reynard asks.

"Fine, Here." She says giggling.

Gotham, Police station, 10:52 PM

Gordon POV

The shift is almost over yet I can't help but feel something interesting is about to happen.

Suddenly a blue portal appears. I take out my gun for defence.

"Woah, Woah no need for a gun. We come in peace." The one dressed like a fox answers.

"Who are you? Clarify your purpose!"

"We're heroes of Paris. We come to ask for your help." The one with a katana answers.

"Heroes? In Paris? Since when? I'd say it was a joke, But the portal proves it. Why wasn't the Justice league informed?"

"Slow down a bit, 3 years, Justice league laughed on us, to specify Green Lantern." Striped one? Answers.

"A...Alright, But how can I trust you, For all you could be joker's goons."

"You can trust us, If you don't, you know her you can trust us." The one with harp points to a spotted Ladybug?..

"Okaay, What're your names?"

"Official Introduction Time!" The flute one answers.

"The name's Reynard, Paris's Residential Fox Hero! Fox to meet you!"

"Or Nathaniel Kutzberg"

"The name's Abeille, Bow down Peasants!"

"AKA Chloe Bourgeois"

"I am Serpent, The most Responsible one."

"Or Luka Stone."

"I'm Shellder, Pleasure to meet you."

"Or Marc Anciel"

"Tatsu, Nice to meet you Commissioner, Kagami Trusugi"

"I... I'm Marinette Todd, Hi Commissioner"

"Dear Lord Mari is that really you? What do need my help for?"

"We need to come in Contact with the bats, And can you help me find my brother?"

"Sure Mari, But about your brother you see, He's a Bat too..."

"What?! Seriously?"

Bat Signal, Gotham, 11:13 PM

Red Hood's POV

"Alright we're here Gordon, What's the problem?" Big B asks in his Batman voice.

"We have visitors Batman, They're looking for you." Commiss says. Who in the world would look for Batman?

One by one Teens dressed as animals come out from dark. Drat everyone's just as confused as me.

"Alright who're you playing dress up? Ya know that's dangerous." I ask voicing everyone's curiosity. Suddenly a blue blob attaches to me and starts Giggling.

"Jay-Jay it's me" My eyes start to sting. Only one person calls me that.

"P-Pixie?" I ask unsurely. Pixie nods her head.

"Pixie-Pop it's really you!" I say once i register what's going on.

"I'm never leaving you again Squirt. You're alright! Remind me not to let you alone on streets again, Leave it to Mari for a recipe for trouble!" I tighten my hold on her.

"Hood who's this? Why are they all dressed up?" B. Yeah I forgot he was there as well.

"B, This is Marinette, my little sister. Although I do not know why she and those kids are dressed up."

"Allow me to explain, There's been a super villian in Paris for three years now. These kids are the Heroes there. They came to me First cause they didn't want to get arrested. Green Lantern called them a joke. I know you'd shoo them off, but Bats I saw a Portal open. They came through it. And Jason, Your sister's the team leader!" Gordon explains.

"What! That bitch let me at him! troubling my sister for no good !I, Jason Todd will Skin him"

"Hood! No names at the Field!" Demon Spawn says.

"Relax, She knows."

"Elaborate" B says.

Batcave, Gotham, 8:56 AM

"Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth!" Red robin exclaims.

"Ha! Take that Chat! I was right!" Ladybug says.

"Red robin can you do research on one Lila Rossi? She's probably working for him." Abeille says.

Batcave, Gotham, 11:12 AM

"Guys! Emergency meeting!" Red Robin Shouts.

"Lila Rossi wanted psycopath in 3 different countries!"

College Dupont, Paris, 11: 34 AM (Next Day)

"You bitch why did you file a fake report against Lila!" Alya barks out at Marinette.

"My daughter did no such thing." That wasn't Tom Dupain. There stood in all Glory Bruce Wayne himself.

"Yo-Your Daughter?" Alya asks

"Yes, my adoptive daughter, Jason todd-wayne's biological sister."

"Hey Alya don't shoot the messenger, I filed the evidence on behalf of ladybug and her team!"

"What do you mean? Multimouse isn't supposed to be active!" Agreste says.

"Oh, I didn't know that! I mean how do you think your miraculous was taken Chat Noir?"

Gasps were heard.

"It was you!"

"Yes. Now son of a bitch outta my way!"

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you heard Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth."

Andre's Ice Cream, Paris, 12:13 PM

"Well that went better than we thought, right Babe?" Kagami asks her girlfriend.

"Sure did Gami!" Marinette repies.

#marinette x batfam #batman #miraculous marinette #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #new heroes #jasonette #mlb x dc #Todd siblings #Marinette Todd #lukloe #kagami x marinette #lila salt #lila bashing

[iguana-eyanna]

The Beauty Within Everything

Pairing: preserum! Steve Rogers x 1940s! reader

Summary: reader thinks Steve stood her up on their date but realizes he’s very ill

Warnings: illness, decline of physical health, angst

You were walking on the sidewalk, fuming with every step you took in your heels, cursing under your breath to whoever invented these shoes.

You were on your way to confronting Steve, your boyfriend, at his place.

You think back to the first time you met Steve at a park. You both sat on the same bench as you were reading a sort of novel while Steve was drawing something on paper. The wind blew strongly as he lost his grip on the piece, flying beside your feet. You pick it up and give it to him, looking down to realize he was drawing you.

You both blush at each other as you complimented his talent and he commented on your beauty. Then on, you guys have been dating for a couple of months.

Now, you were beyond upset about Steve avoiding you for the past week. He promised to take you out on a date, but then stood you up on the very night. You tried calling his telephone but he never picked up the line. Now you arrived on his doorstep, knocking on the door loudly. What you didn't expect was for Bucky, his best friend, to greet you.

"Hi, angel face. What brings you here?" Bucky tiredly asked. "I can ask the same for you, it looks like you haven't slept in days." you replied. Before Bucky could rebut, you invite yourself in looking for any sign of your boyfriend.

"Now's not a good time to visit Steve, doll." Bucky says, trying to usher you out. "That charm won't work on me Bucky. I have been beyond worried about why Steve hasn't been responding to my calls. Is he alright?" You ask, not realizing a figure is shuffling to the two of you.

"You shouldn't have come." a voice croaked out, coughing afterward. You turn around and gasp lightly, looking at a very ill Steve. His skin was pale as snow, and it looked like he was prying to keep his eyes open for a bit longer. Steve tries to take another step but almost falls down to his knees.

You and Bucky catch him in time, as you could feel your boyfriend going limp in your arms. "Help me take him to his bed." Bucky gritted his teeth as he properly held Steve on his side. The both of you took him to his mattress as you opened his blankets so Bucky can tuck in his friend. Steve's eyes were partly closed, but you both can tell he was drifting off to sleep. You sweep his hair out of his eyes and then follow Bucky to the living room.

"What happened?" you whispered lightly, trying not to wake him up. Bucky looks down to the ground, not wanting to break the news to you. "When Steve was a kid, the doctor said that he has a weak immune and respiratory system. Since then, he's had a lot of fevers in a span of months, up to the point where he contracts pneumonia twice a year. I've been staying with him for the past week in case something happens." You sit on a nearby chair, feeling your heart aching for Steve's health.

"This has been going on for years? Why hasn't he said anything? I would have understood if-" Bucky rolls his eyes and sits next to you. "You know him, he's stubborn as a piece of wood. But I think he was scared you'd reject him." Bucky sadly admitted. You stare at a nearby window, trying to think.

You stood up and grabbed your purse "I'll go to the market to buy some things. I'll take care of him. You need to go home and get some rest." Bucky was too tired to fight you on it, so he waited for your return.

You came back with bags of groceries as Bucky helped you carry them to the empty fridge. Before he left, he gave you instructions on how to help steve if he had a coughing fit or if he wasn't able to hold himself.

"Remember, he may have the will of ten men, but he's delicate." You nod your head and lock the door once Barnes leaves. You then started making a pot of your signature soup to pass time in case Steve wakes. Suddenly you hear him coughing uncontrollably, so you turned off the fire and grabbed a glass of water.

Seeing him sitting up with his chest heaving made your heartstrings pull. You then tended to him as you offered to Steve the cup that he gradually took.

Once his breathing slows to a normal rhythm, he looks up to you with such heartbreak. "You should go, I don't want to be a burden." he said the best he could.

You sit in front of him by the foot of the bed, ready to scold the living heck out of him. "I am not going anywhere, mister. You still owe me an apology for standing me up this past week. I was worried sick, Steve. Why would you keep this from me?"

“Cause I didn't want you to be looking at me like this." He replied in a small voice.

"You know I would have understood, you shouldn't have kept me in the dark." You told him, not breaking eye contact. Steve's eyes begin to water and cleaned them away with his sleeve.

"When I recently got sick, I realized something. I’m not the man who could carry you in my arms and kiss you with every ounce in my body without wheezing. I'm not the man who's able to provide for you, like giving you pretty dresses or sweet-smelling perfumes. Heck, I can't even afford you a rose” Steve said as his voice was breaking.

"And now you're spending your money to feed your poor pathetic boyfriend back to health. Can't you see I'm nothing but trouble for you?" He concludes, staring at you. You pause for a bit, reflecting on the words he uttered from his mouth.

"Not once have I ever thought you were weak, Steve. Dear God, I think you're one of the bravest men I know. So please, don't bring yourself down because you can't perform these things you've fantasized about doing. I have never cared for extravagant gifts and just having you in my life is more than enough. You taught me so much about life and the beauty within everything around me. That's why I..." you close in to take his hand on top of your beating heart.

"I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me to think you can't rely on me when you're in so much pain. So please Steve, don't push me away when we both know we were made for each other."

Steve's face softens as he begins to cry. You begin to tear up as you pull him into your chest, comforting him with all that you could give.

"What did I deserve to be with you?" he hiccuped.

"Everything, love. Everything, and more." you replied, lightly combing the back of his hair with your fingers.

Steve lets go of you and wiped away his tears, regaining his breath.

“How can I make up for the past week?” he asks, knitting his eyebrows with determination.

“You can make it up to me by telling the truth from now on. No more secrets between us. And I am nursing you back to health, starting with a soup I just made.” You told him.

Steve nods his head and feels his stomach rumble just from the mention of food. "Well, I am hungry." he sheepishly smiles. You laugh at his reply and got up to fetch a bowl of soup. You return back with the food and Steve holds his hand to feel the warmth of the bowl. Once he starts consuming it, his eyes roll to the back of his head and almost made a moaning sound.

"This is the most amazing meal I've had in a long time." Steve announced, making you laugh harder. He's happy that he made you smile, realizing how much he missed hearing the sound of your voice.

She was his rock, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

#preserum steve rogers #preserum steve rogers x reader #skinny steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x 40s! reader #steve rogers imagines #chris evans #steve rogers imagine

[happyselves]

Wrong Number { Lando Norris x reader one shot }

WARNING !!! EXPLICIT !!!

You were the new PR assistant of Mclaren F1 Team and you end up adapting pretty quickly even starting to have some friends in the team and you were actually at grand prix for the weekend, working on the social media stuff. Obviously for your work you had to have the driver's phone number, but you haven't had the need to use it yet.

You were chilling in your bed, in that gorgeous hotel room, writing some new plans and ideas of videos for the next day where you will have to film a video of the drivers for the youtube of the team. Your phone was lost in your bed sheet and you were on it. Usually you aren't staying up this late but grand prix's weekends were a lot of work.

Indeed you were focused, glasses on almost done with your work. As soon as you finish, content with what you did, you close your computer and put it down next to bed, searching your phone everywhere to turn it off but you saw the little notification and decided to click on it.

Your eyes went wide as you saw the picture of a penis in erection, you double checked the name ... " Lando Norris " . What was happening was that he ... you didn't know how to react before seeing the three little points telling you that he was writing to you.

" OMG I'm so so sorry that wasn't meant for you, omg omg I'm so so sorry really Oh my god "

Obviously you were still shocked, I mean it was Lando Norris, the driver you work with ... You are supposed to see him tomorrow, how are you both going to be able to move on from this. Of course he does what he wants to do in his personal time. That's not your business to tell but a dick pic ? Why were you feeling so hot right now ? Was it because of the embarrassment or was it something else ? Because your stomach makes you feel a weird sensation that extends below between your legs. You took so long to respond that the three dots appeared again.

" I understand if you don't want to answer but know that I'm deeply sorry sincerely, I don't know what to do, if I could delete it and go back like 20 minutes ago I would, I'm not like that .. I'm not someone dirty ... doing that to someone... that's not who i am at all... "

You read and another message appeared.

" I had a bet with my friends, it's so dumb I feel so bad now, please say something I don't want this to change your work environnment ... "

How could you respond to him, staying professional ? Or admitting that you were so turned on by this picture and him, that you were imagining him touching you, one hand inside your underwear and the second one holding your phone, watching this picture again and again. He was large and the perfect size like how you like it. It was too late for your brain to function properly when you already had a press to send a message your thumbs wrote on it's own.

" You turned me on "

Shit ... that's all you had written ? The realisation hit you, what did you just do ... Why were you feeling so dirty right now but you were so excited to see his response, to see how he will react, that was a bit perverted of you but it felt so good to let yourself go lose like this. Too bad it was with basically one of your bosses ... The dots appeared so quick on the screen ... that's it you went too far and you are about to get kicked out of that team.

" Turn you on ? "

...

...

...

" Ohhhh ... "

" OH "

He was freaking out, of course he was freaking out. You were about to write something when the next text came at your surprise.

" You like it ? "

Oh god, he is entering a dangerous game now, first him sending you a pic and then you lose yourself that you respond something completely out of character and now he is playing along with it and you want more, so much more.

" Yeah ... a lot ... don't feel sorry and don't feel ashamed of it "

The anticipation of his next message was burning your inner self.

" I feel proud ... I don't really know what to say actually "

You knew what to do and you did it. You took a picture of your hand down your underwears touching yourself and send him accompanied with a little description " Now we are even "

His response didn't wait long before it came.

" Stop it [YN] are you doing that because of me ? "

You giggle and the vibration of your laugh made you moan somehow, you were feeling so hot right now and your hand was moving slowly to massage you. You were trying your best to not go too fast cause you wanted the pleasure to last, but it was hard writing with only one hand so you pressed the button to dial him. You didn't know if he would pick up but you needed to finish what you started. It rang 3 times before he picked up, both of you went quiet for a moment before you talked with a small almost whispering voice.

" I didn't know if you would pick up "

Lando POV :

What was happening to me, out of everything the person I sent a pic to… it has to be her, the new girl in the team, the actually pretty sexy new girl ... whyyyy ? But I was so surprised to see that she wasn't freaking out, quite the opposite actually, she wasn't as shy and innocent as she makes us all believe and I liked that. I liked that I might be the only one to see the little demon waking up behind that angelic figure. She put me in shock when she wrote that I turned her on, she didn't have much to do and the mystery of this got me so curious and then she sent me a picture of her touching herself, saying we are even ? She was playing a dangerous game here and if I'm not careful I might become addicted to it. She threw me off one more time by calling me, I didn't know what to do and I almost missed the call before picking up. What can I say to her? I hardly speak to her during work time and I don't even know if I would remember her voice.

And then she spoke with the most innocent angelic voice yet kinda out of breath, I wanted to moan just by listening to her but I bit my lips very hard for the sound to not come out of my mouth.

" well I wasn't sure if I could to "

She giggled and I swear I felt a twitch in my pants.

" I'm glad you did "

Her voice was erratic now, and I could bet she was pleasuring herself. Dangerous, mysterious, a little dirty and slightly perverted but in a good way. Knowing that you switch that button in her brain that turns on her just by sending a picture was so exciting to me and made me want her even more. I saw her so many times, the McLaren's team outfit wasn't doing her justice but I could see her pretty curve, she was giving the body of a goddess. She was everything I was attracted to, physically and now knowing this dark side of her, mentally too. I want more, so much more again and I was imagining her touching herself just for me and my mouth opened on it's own, letting sound escaping it have my eyes closed. It took me time before I realised that I was on the phone with her again.

Lando: shittt, [ YN ] what are we doing ?

You : I don't know but I can't stop, not now it's too late

Lando : What are you doing ?

You : You know what I am doing don't you ? And that's on you ..

Damn if I could leave my room right now and meet her in her and take her I would !

Lando : I need you to tell me what you are doing cause I'm going crazy here ..

She paused before talking again.

You : I'm touching myself thinking of you, your hand on me, how warm you would feel on me, how the veins in your arms would pop up...

I bet her fingers were moving rather fast than slow right now cause she whimpered from time to time. For real this woman that I barely know is driving me crazy and knowing that she is just a couple meters away from me. I love it so much because it feels like she is a forbidden fruit, a delicious one that I can't touch but desperately want and need now that I almost had the taste of it.

You : And you, what are you doing ?

You POV

You were far from the edge but you felt the tingling spike between your legs, he could go quick or slow, the orgasm was preparing itself, sending you electricity randomly.

Lando : I'm slowly caressing myself down to go and take myself thinking of you, your hair tingling my skin, how your hands feel on my naked torso and so far you look absolutely gorgeous.

You bit your lips so hard at how he pictured perfectly what was going on in your mind, you were in symbiosis. There was a question burning your lips for so long already and you really wanted to ask him so you dare so.

You : Do you wanna come into my room ?

Lando : Are you sure ? I'm pretty sure there are some rules that we can't cross.

You : They don't need to know and even if they know if you take the responsibility they can't do anything.

Lando : Oh trust me I will take the responsibilities for it.

You : Then come to room 155, and be quick and quiet cause there are other people on the team in the next rooms.

You hung up the phone and quickly went to the bathroom, you didn't know what was going on in your head to be so bold but you needed it so much, you needed him so much. You check yourself in the mirror, you were supposed to sleep in a big oversize mclaren tee shirt with just a pj short that we could barely see because of the shirt.

Lando soon knocks on the door twice and you jump off the bed to go and open it. As soona so do so you bring him by the shirt and crash your lips into his. He pushes you inside the room and closes the door behind you, pinning you against the wall. He was kissing you with so much passion, literally eating your lips, tasting all of you like you were something rare that he will never taste again. His hands went under your shirt and he was surprised to see that you didn't have a bra. His palms found themself at home on each side of your breast lifting you before holding you from your thighs. You were mesmerized to see such a young shy man like him being so confident right now and that turns you on even more. Your legs were now crossed around him not letting him now that you had him, hands in his curls playing with them. He was like a puppy when you pulled them a little bit, breaking the kiss, closing his eyes and moaning into your ears, what a beautiful melody it was. He kissed your jaw mufflying something as soon as he met your neck.

Lando : I want you so much

You thought you misheard it and your heart went crazy like it wanted to escape your chest. He pushed both of you on the bed, making you bounce on the mattress and unlock yourself from him, you whined a bit missing his contact already and he laughed before pausing, watching you sit on your elbow.

You : What

Lando : You are so hot in that McLaren tee shirt but you would look even more perfect in one of my shirts.

You : Then next time you will give me one or I will still have one of yours but for now just come here.

And you bring him once more by the aim of his shirt, taking it off in the process of kissing again. Your tongues were shyly meeting a first contact with each other before finding their pace and dancing together. How could they fit so well with each other ? You both felt something like you never felt before and it caught you both off guard that you moaned in harmony before looking at each other.

You : I don't think I can wait that long, I need you now Lando.

Lando POV :

The way she says my name, man, I will always remember this moment, her under me looking like a greek goddess, the way her eyes were on me, eating me alive ... Like the dude I don't remember who said I now understand what it is to burn for someone cause I was burning of desire for her. I don't think I could ever get tired of her eyes begging me to touch her, her breath itching as I touch a sensitive spot. The way her body moves as I take off her shirt throwing on the ground. How she giggled when my head got stuck in my own shirt as she tried to pull it off me. I don't know what angels sound like but I'm pretty sure it's close to her voice.

When I kissed her on her neck, going down to her chest. Her skin reacts giving her shivers that she digs her nails in my back, lifting her chin in pure pleasure.

All the imagination I had of her like this became reality and it was better than what I had ever dreamt of. She was the definition of warm and erotistic and she was so vulnerable in front of me gladly giving me her approval to take advantage of her.

You POV :

You were both almost naked only your bottom part was still on but not for long, you graciously took off your shorts putting it down with your feet before you turned your focus on his grey pants showing already how big his bulge was. You didn't need to imagine how he must be because you've already seen it and you couldn't wait to see it for real. Lando stands on his knees letting you pull down the jogging letting his member finally free from any fabric. As he goes down again to attack you on your lips he takes the rest of his pants off. It was so intimate to both be naked like this, your skin feeling his, connecting like two wires cable sending each other electricity. There was something real happening between you too, there were the physic attraction yes but it was so much more than sex and you weren't even at that part yet. He was taking his time with you, testing your patience, how much of a self control he had cause you just wanted to have him inside of you, but he decided overwise, instead he went down between your legs kissing them and licking them before blowing on it which made you arch your back.

You : Stop it already I can't take it anymore ...

Lando : Shut up ... I know you enjoyed it

Oh my god, you never knew you had kink for that, him being dominante like that, his voice vibrating down your legs was extremely disturbing for you cause that made you inner self react on his own, twisting inside and making moaning louder than usual. Oh that was dangerous, you felt like he could make you cum without actually touching you and now he knows it and will use it as an advantage. His tongue was running on you, coming way too close to your inner thigh. He paused, tilting his head a bit to look at you in the eyes before connecting his lips to you. That was the hottest thing you ever experienced and now feeling his wet tongue there, eating you like you were his favorite dessert, you didn't know how long you could last. You were arching your back one more time, your breath going erratically quick. You couldn't keep your eyes open for more than 10 seconds to look at him and your hands end up finding their place in his hair, messing his curly locks, holding on to whatever you could to not cum right away. His tongue was playing with your entrance and your clitoris.

After playing for so long he tongue was becoming numb but that didn't matter to you cause you came to the edge , grooming so loud, your hands still his hair, pulling him to you to kiss him and testing yourself by the same occasion. That was the first time a man ever made you cum just with his mouth like that, usually they stay there a bit and wanted to be inside you as quick as possible but Lando was different, he was here for your pleasure, only focussing on you, putting him in second place and you heart was melting at that thought. You kiss him gently, slowly with every feeling that you could pass him on. You both needed to take a break to breathe but you wanted more again. You wanted to make him feel how he made you feel, so you pinned him down, his back finally finding the mattress and you rode him, sitting on his knees to have access to his penis. He was so ready for you that you could see precum on his tip. He was looking at you carefully with anticipation because he knew what was coming, he pushed your hair to the side to see your face already redden from the orgasm and all the heat you've just had. His hand stayed accidently a little longer than attended to your check and you lean on it closing your eyes.

Lando POV :

She tested so sweet and I felt like I've been intoxicated by her, she was driving me insane and she was responding to every touch I had on her, even right now with my hand on her cheek she was so adorable with her dark eyes, her sex face. I never felt so drowned to someone like that. I was so glad that I accidently sent her this picture, cause I never would have dreamed to have her naked on top of me where all I could think about for the past month she entered the family was her. I couldn't stop looking at me and I was relieved to see that her eyes were closed so she couldn't see how much I was falling in love with her. I don't think my eyes would be able to hide my affection for her.

You POV :

You opened your eyes again, leaving a kiss on his palm before taking two of his fingers in your mouth, locking your eyes with his. This mouvement came naturally to you as you were feeling so relaxed with him and his eyes said it all. He was so into this kind of foreplay and he bites his lips so much that the blood wasn't circulating properly on them anymore. That was the signal you needed to finally lay your hand on his stomach, caressing him until you approached his member. His lips closed so fast to not groan out loud but you could still hear him and you saw his part twitching on its own. The fact that he was reacting to every touch you made on him the same way that you were for him and you smiled too bright and confirmed to you that it was so right, you two together.

You start rubbing his tips with your thumb and his head almost hits the bedhead, his hands rubbing your thighs. You stroke him a couple times before leaning your mouth on him, licking the precum that was escaping from him before slowly taking him, your lips closing themself on him putting pressure on his edge. You were looking at him like he did with you earlier but you didn't break eye contact, going up and down and flicking your tongue from time to time, drawing the popping veins of his dick. He felt so warm in you but you didn't know if you took him deeper in your throat, you tried slowly but ended up having gag reflex so you had to pull him out. He got so concerned at the sound you just made.

Lando : Please don't if you can't, I don't need it, having you already like that enough for me ...

He paused, taking a breath of air before continuing.

Lando : You have no idea how much I'm controlling myself right now, not cuming in your mouth cause I want to feel you.

You didn't know if this man under you had any experience with women before but if he didn't, well he was so good at talking during it or maybe it was because you were so aroused right now that he could have said anything to you and you would still lose it for him.

Lando : Come here, love, I don't want you to hurt your throat, that's not part of the plan, I want to make you feel good and only good.

He took your hands, making you lay on him, your hand intertwined on top of his head, testing himself a bit as he caught your lips. He let go of your hand to grab you on the side of your hip and reverse your position, taking back things under his control. You got a surprise and a giggle escaped your mouth which made him smile so bright. You kiss the smile away pulling him again by the next with a bit of violence. Both of you were fighting for dominance at this point, your make out session proving the point, teeth ... tongue, biting each other's lips until one of you bleed. You were both tearing each other apart when you felt his tips already at your entrance, his hand positioning himself at the right place, teasing you in the process of it before pushing himself a bit in you, waiting for you to tell him the next move. You adjust yourself before nodding so he could enter deeper, but he stops again when you bite your lips and makes a painful face.

Lando : Take your time love, tell me when you are ready

He was so careful, how could you resist him and on top of that it's the second time he is calling you love ? You wished he actually could call you babe or baby, it was already intimate but you wanted to be even more on the mind level. After seconds you finally felt the pain being replaced by that nice pleasure when he adjusted himself on top of you to be more comfortable, the movement of his penis in your making you moan. He took that as a signal and fully entered you. Despite being large and long, you were so ready for him that he didn't have to stretch your walls and you weren't feeling tight for him. He felt amazing in you, you were full of him, of his passion and his desire for you.

Lando : You okay ?

You : mmh mhhh you can move

And he did start, going back and forth taking the time to appreciate every friction, every sensation, every stimulation it was providing you both. You loved how his head rested on your neck, having him breath on your skin, kissing it as he kept thrusting in you with one arm holding you back to make you more comfortable, the second arm holding both of your hands over your head. He was being soft but still so dominant and you liked it so much, you were starting to develop a serious feeling for him by each minute you were spending with him. Both of you were a mix of moan, yelp, whimps cry and groan ... you were both a mess but you were in harmony. Every deep thrust he had made you arch your back even more for him, giving him more access to you. He went down kissing and playing with your breast making you lose control due to the erogenous spot.

Suddenly he came out of you and you were missing the sensation already, he wanted to switch position cause his legs were about to give up for him. So he sits on the bed and you sit on him, positioning yourself to go down on him. He was finally back in you after a deep push that surprised you and made you cry out loud his name, but it felt weird so suddenly and you looked at each other agreeing on that weird connection you just had. It felt like he was home ... like you and him were made for each other, your body completing each other perfectly. It was again so natural between you, you kept riding him switching between a slow pace and a quick one. Your head was starting to spin as you felt your second orgasm of the night coming. He was close to the edge as well but you beat him to it as you quicken the pace, him holding you so tight as he bites your neck making you wimps. You came in a big moan, whispering his name in his ear.

Lando POV :

As she came under me she was whispering my name and it was the most sexiest and beautiful thing I ever heard. Hearing my name be said like this gives me some weird feeling in my stomach. I was addicted to this girl and I lost myself because she was mine in this instant and I was hers. I want her today, tomorrow and every day that the world wants to give us together. I felt her shaking from her release and that tense my length. I was so close but I wanted this feeling to last forever and it was starting to be painful for me . The overstimulation wasn't helping her and she was completely wrecked by me at every push I was infliging on her but I couldn't stop until she found the courage to take my face with both of her hands forcing me to look at the darkness in her eyes. She sweetly kisses me, peeking my lips multiple times before holding my jaw and turning it on the side to give herself enough space to play in my neck and under my ears. She was a rare diamond, this one for real, how in hell did I find her ? She was always finding new ways to put me in a place where sanity wasn't possible. She was playing with my ears until I heard her low voice.

You : Please Lando, I need you to cum for me baby.

As soon as the word baby left her lips I was gone, in a last thrust I released myself in her, wimping like never before. The weight that left my body right now, indescriptible, incredible. She was smiling so much and now looking at me with soft eyes. I am in love with her.

You POV :

After so long he finally came in you and the spirkes you felt in you were breathtaking, You couldn't believe that you just had this ... the best sex in your entire life. You couldn't help yourself and had to look at him with so much love after that. " Say it again " he said to you almost inaudibly for you to understand.

You : What ?

Lando : Call me baby again

And you did again, kissing him, mouth opened. It took a long time for you to finally detach yourself from him. You were both exhausted but the mutual feeling of satisfaction like you were on a cloud right now, high from all the endorphins you released with your orgasms. You could barely walk to the bathroom and you both used each other for support. How can sex can be so draining, you were going to be in trouble tomorrow but you didn't care, if you could do it again, you would one hundred percent. Despite the fact he was as tired as you, Lando took care of you and helped you clean yourself before searching his tee shirt on the ground and giving it to you. You gladly accepted it and put it on before going back to bed. You looked at him, he didn't know what to do now, becoming the shy man you first met a couple weeks ago, desperate in the look like something was really bugging him.

You : What's happening ?

Lando : I have to go back to my room

You : No

There is no way that after that you will be separated so quickly, you open your cover for him to join you.

You : You aren't going anyway mister, bring back your sexy ass next to me right now.

Relief could be felt on his face as he jogged to come and snuggle in bed with you before you both fell asleep in each other's arms, completely glued to each other. You didn't know what was going to happen in the morning when they were going to search him everywhere and find out he disappeared from his room but you didn't care at this moment, you were ready to face any consequences because after all you weren't the wrong number anymore.

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