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traveler-at-heart · 7 months

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WandaNat x Fem!SuperSoldier R

Nothing too serious, just silly stuff

Can you hear me calling Out your name? You know that I'm falling And I don't know what to say

Wanda hums along as she chops vegetables, glancing over at the casserole to check the water. As she moves over to get a pan, she feels a presence behind her.

“Hi there” you say and she blushes. Coming back from a training sesion, you’re desperate for some water so you reach behind her, trapping Wanda between your body and the countertop. “I’m sorry, I’m all sweaty and invading your space”

“It’s ok” she says, turning back to look at you. Her heart flutters with your half smile, as you finally take a glass and fill it with water. She misses your warmth instantly.

“Smells incredible” you comment, looking to the stove.

“Here” she offers you a taste and you let her feed you. Wanda’s eyes never leave your mouth, especially when you moan at the taste. “I made extra, in case you want some”

“Absolutely. Let me shower first and I’ll do the dishes, yes?”

“Ok” she nods, her hand dropping. Wanda’s too distracted to notice it is dangerously close to the fire, so she lets out a small whine as she jumps away from the heat.

“Come here” you inspect the small burn, and put her hand under the sink so the water helps with the pain. “Better?”

“I can also use magic”

“Well, maybe I wanted to hold your hand” you tease, and bring it to your lips. “There. I won’t be long”

“Yeah, ok”

Wanda smiles as you leave the room. She’s definitely asking you out soon.

—

“I��m almost done” Natasha mutters, inspecting the mess of wires.

“I’m not complaining” you say. She’s sitting on your shoulders, propped up to get a better look at the security system that was glitching.

Your hands are on her thighs. She’s pretty sure you don’t realize it, but from time to time you run them up and down her legs or squeeze when she seems frustrated with Tony’s stupid system.

Truth be told, she may have done it quicker if she had a ladder. You could be… distracting.

“You’re so tight” you say out of nowhere and she almost falls from your shoulders.

“Pardon?”

“I meant tense” you look up to meet her eyes.

“Don’t give me those puppy eyes” she complains, upset that you were able to get a reaction out of her. You always can.

“Can a super soldier give puppy eyes? I thought we were big and scary”

“You definitely can”

“What else have you noticed about me?”

Natasha continues to work quietly, and you figure she’s either angry or simply not in the mood to entertain you. Silence lingers for a few more minutes until she speaks again.

“You always smell like cinnamon”

“Do I?”

“Yes, even after the most physically demanding mission. The boys stink, even Barnes and Rogers”

“Thanks, I guess”

“If you tell anyone I said this I will deny it and kick your ass. And I’m all done here so you can put me down”

“Alright” you change your positions as if she weights nothing, but manage to carry her bridal style. Natasha glares, but your laugh is enough to hold her back.

“Since you worked so hard to fix this, why don’t I make you lunch and give you a nice massage, princess?”

She blushes at the pet name.

“Lead the way”

—

It’s movie night at the Compound. For the first time in months, the entire team is together, no urgent missions or new recruits to train.

Wanda keeps looking to the door, hoping you’ll join her on the couch.

Natasha is trying to be casual about it, but she is also waiting for you.

But minutes go by without any sign of you. Wanda has no choice but to make room for Vision and Natasha hoards a whole bowl of popcorn, feeling defeated.

“Are we missing anyone?” Steve looks around the room.

“Y/N” Wanda says too fast for Natasha’s liking.

“I believe she is out with a woman” Vision replies.

“What?”

“Who?”

Wanda and Natasha speak at the same time. They look at Vision and then at each other. Wanda tilts her head and Natasha glares, daring her to do something.

“She said it was a special occassion. But I’m afraid I don’t know anything else. I sense you are both upset about it”

“I don’t care” Natasha turns to the screen, sinking in her seat.

Wanda lifts a finger and the movie starts, making it clear that she won’t answer any questions.

“What’s happening here?” Steve says and Bucky slaps his back.

“You really don’t wanna know”

—

You go back to the Compound a day later.

“Welcome back, Casanova” Sam says with a wicked grin.

“Huh?”

“Y/L/N” Steve shows up a second later. “There’s a mission. Wanda and Natasha are joining you for an extraction”

“I’ll go get changed”

“Try not to piss them off any more” he warns, but seems too flustured to explain himself.

His words echo in your head while you get changed and step into the Quinjet. The last time you spoke with Wanda was during dinner; you left after your lunch with Natasha.

Why would they be upset?

“Hi, there” you greet both of them, but are met with silence. “Uh… you want me to fly the Quinjet?”

“No” is all Natasha says.

“Did I do something…?” you begin to ask, looking between both women. With a sudden shake, the Quinjet takes off and you fall to the back, hitting your head against the wall.

Wanda doesn’t ask if you’re ok. You figure it’s better to stay quiet for the rest of the ride.

“So what’s the plan?” you ask as Natasha lands, but both women ignore you and walk in different directions.

Damn it, what the fuck is going on? And who are you supposed to follow?

“Move” Natasha barks and you go after her.

“Six guards ahead” she warns you a second too late. You knock them down while Natasha stares, but still shoots a couple of widow bites and two of them land on your back.

“What the fuck, Nat?” you complain.

“My aim is really bad today”

“Bullshit, your aim is better when you’re pissed off”

“Why would I be pissed off?” she challenges you as more guards arrive.

“I have no idea”

“You think you can flirt with me and then go away with another woman?” she kicks a couple of guys, mainly on the balls. They don’t stand a chance against her sudden anger.

“What?! You mean yesterday when I left for my mother’s birthday party?”

“Huh?” the redhead turns to you, and misses the man that is sprinting straight towards her. You push her aside and crash against him, going through a glass wall.

“Asshole” you complain, making sure he’s unconscious. As you begin to stand up, you notice a shrad of glass sticking out of your abdomen. “Fucking great”

“Wait, don’t take it out” Natasha kneels next to you, but you pull it, groaning in pain.

“It will heal in a minute” you ease her. “Now, the other thing. Yes, I was flirting, but I didn’t think you’d like me back. Or Wanda for that matter. You’re both way out of my league”

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fine, really” you check to see the bleeding stopped and then stand up. “Let’s get the intel”

“Wanda, where are you?” Natasha calls through comms.

“Engaged in battle” the Sokovian says. “Would be nice to have some back up”

“I’ll go” you offer and Natasha nods, heading to the computer room.

“Hey, Wands, I’m he…” you greet and as soon as she sees you, red envelopes you. Wanda uses you as a wrecking ball to knock down five guys. “Ok, that was not nice”

She tilts her head and you feel your blood run cold as her eyes go red. You’re launched across the room to knock down more agents.

“Do you plan to use me like a boomerang every time there’s another enemy on sight?”

“Maybe” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“I got the intel, let’s go” Natasha shows up, helping you up.

“Oh, I see, she managed to convince you she’s not bad”

“It’s all a missunderstanding” Natasha defends you.

“Oh, yeah, I bet it is” Wanda steps forward and you have to stand between them before they start fighting each other.

“Can we finish this back at the Compound, please?”

But they won’t stop arguing and you’re seriously considering just carrying both of them back to the jet.

You’re ready to do just that when a man throws grenades at you.

“Get down” you warn, pushing them away. You’re thrown back with the blast, feeling how your left arm, leg and a couple of ribs shatter.

That’s gonna take a little longer to heal.

“Y/N” Wanda floats to you, while Natasha covers her back and shoots at the guards. Each woman helps you up, and you jump on one leg to the jet.

“I’m ok” you reassure them as they set you down. “The bones are healing. It’s just a bit… uncomfortable”

“I’m sorry… for the way I acted” Wanda looks between both of you. Natasha sets the jet on autopilot and walks to you, arching her eyebrows.

“I can’t really blame Wanda, Y/N. You were being a tease after all” she says with a playful smirk. “What I’d like to know is how you’ll make it up to us now”

“Well" you smile in spite of the pain. "I can think of a few ways”

—

Steve knocks on your door.

“Rogers” you open, barely showing your face.

“You ok? I heard you had a rough time during the mission”

“It’s fine. You know how it is. We’re fast healers”

“That’s not exactly what I meant. It seems like you upset Wanda and Natasha. Whatever it is you did, I hope you find a way to fix it”

“She did” Natasha opens the door wider, wearing one of your shirts. “Thank you for your concern, Steve”

“Get back to bed” Wanda calls and Steve blushes.

“Is there anything else?” Natasha says and he looks to the ceiling.

“Nope”

“Good. If you’ll excuse us” she shuts the door in his face and pushes you against the bedroom wall.

“Have I told you I’m really sorry?” you say, mildly scared and very turned on. Natasha pushes you to the floor until you’re on your knees. Wanda follows your every move with eager eyes.

“Yes. But one more time couldn’t hurt”

#wanda maximoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x Reader #WandaNat x Reader

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ju1cyfru1t · 8 months

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Hiii pooks! 😙 I love❤️ ur writhing sm

I’ve been having such a spider man phase after watching the new spider verse movie and I was wondering what would the turtles think when they figured out reader being NY’s Spider women or spider person like they haven’t told thier turtle bf about it and stuff (live for the drama😵‍💫)

Always love you and def feel free to ignore!

I LOVE THIS thank you pookie 🤭 hope u like it 🫶🏻🕸️ u didn’t specify so I’m gonna assume you meant the rise turtles!

Rise! Leo, Mikey, Donnie, Raph x Spider-Woman! S/O

ROTTMNT x Reader

fluff! :D, fem! reader, contains swearing, not proofread

Leo

- He may not be the brightest mutant, but he is observant

- Probably interrogated the info out of you

- -> “Y/N, where exactly were you last night?” “Oh, uh…I was with, um, April.” “That’s funny…considering April was with us!”

- It didn’t really shock him to find out you had a big secret, what did shock him is what that secret is

- He’s also a little hurt that you didn’t tell him. Don’t you trust him??? But that wasn’t his biggest concern

- “Wait, so like…spider woman as in like, big mama kind of spider woman?” NO-

- You would have to really explain it to him

- But let’s be real, he still wouldn’t understand so you’d have to show him by like climbing up the fucking wall or something

- But he really does think your powers are super sick

- Laughs when you try to explain your spidey senses -> “wait, you’re serious?”

- ^ calls them your “tingly thing”

- maybe you can web his fucking mouth shut

- LOVES your suit, thinks you look stunning and super awesome

- “You know, I always said that was your color Y/N!”

- Invites you to patrol with them! (then he doesn’t have to do as much)

- thinks you’re so hot when you fight (NOT IN A FREAKY WAY YOU FREAKS) and hypes you up

- freaks tf out if he ever gets a web on him, including if you were to swing with him to get out of harms way

- doesn’t ask for them, but he can’t deny he likes the iconic Spider-Man kisses

Mikey

- would just straight up ask if you’re hiding something. Dr.Delicate touch DOES NOT PLAY ‼️

- Of course this would be something you’re hesitant about, but he would remind you that you can confide in him

- Def was not expecting THIS.

- He is asking you a million questions all at once, and will sit nicely and listen as you explain with starry eyes (stop lookin at me with them big ole eyes)

- You’re #1 fan and biggest hype man

- Thinks you’re the coolest person ever fr

- Wants to swing around on your webs with you. Around NYC, in the lair, in Donnie’s lab, on missions, it doesn’t matter he WANTS it.

- THE ICONIC SPIDER-MAN KISSES ALL THE TIME ITS HIS FAVORITE WAY TO KISS YOU NOW

- weirdly interested in your webs 🕸️

- Compliments your suit anytime you wear it around him; thinks your mask is so so cute

- ^ in his free time he’ll sketch and color new suit designs to show you (also just drawings and paintings of you in your suit)

Donnie

- isn’t going to pry any secrets from you; but he does secretly wish you’d come to him on your own.

- so you can imagine his gratitude and relief when you finally tell him what’s up

- Doesn’t really say anything about it, but he doesn’t get why you didn’t just tell him sooner. I mean, you do know he’s a hero too, right?

- he’s fascinated, he’s never seen anything like your powers before. especially because you’re not a mutant.

- really just asks questions about how it all works. Your webs, how you stick to surfaces, your enhanced senses, the whole deal yk?

- He did NOT like big mama’s webs, and he doesn’t really like yours either I’m so sorry.

- ^if he needs them, would ask to use some like he did with Big Mama’s

- It’s not you I swear he just can’t do it

- you could like climb all over his lab ceiling and walls and scare the shit out of him tho

- ^ “Y/N get down this instant! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS-“

- admires your enhanced senses and intuition of danger

- is absolutely gonna make gear for you, as well as offering to make upgrades to your suit

- wouldn’t really directly say it, but he really likes the design of your suit. it just fits you so well. (he IS going to make a purple one for you)

- would scream if you ever just dropped down in front of him to kiss him spider man style

- ^ traumatized; it’s not his favorite thing but he doesn’t mind terribly

Raph

- might take him a while to notice if something is off about you. Leo or Mikey would probably have to directly point it out for him to realize fully

- Isn’t going to beat around the bush and just asks why you’re acting lowkey shady

- really shocked, might take him a second to process even if he doesn’t really know exactly what you mean at first

- honestly he understands why you keep it a secret, just a little saddened that you kept it from him

- He’s gonna need you to really explain your powers

- “…where do the webs come out of tho?”

- would deepen your bond and connection. you can really relate to each other carrying a deep burden and the pressure of responsibility.

- AMAZING DUO with his strength and your agility

- very good hype man

- takes you on most missions and patrols, thinks you’re a really valuable asset to the team

- also calls your spider senses your “tingly thing”

- it’s not that he doesn’t like your webs, something about them just make him nervous. Refuses to let you swing him on them unless he’s in immediate danger.

- does NOT let you crawl around the lair walls, he’s scared you’ll hurt yourself

- ^ “Y/N! You’re gonna hurt yourself, GET DOWN!”

- really thinks you look so pretty in your special suit, he just doesn’t know how to say without feeling like he sounds dumb. He would DIE if it was red.

- “ I really…er, like your costume.”

- very supportive! he gets the struggle of protecting the city, but is happy you get to do it beside each other. :D

- he likes the spidey kisses, they just really fluster him

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y’all I’m sorry if there is any misinformation in this don’t flame me but I haven’t seen atsv yet

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Hi Vera😘❤️

for your 1k bingo: Ari + sex pollen👀

Imagine Ari being an agent. Ari jokes around and flirts around a lot, which makes you cautious about what comes out of his mouth. Stuff like "you're a peach" "can you help me with this, sweetheart?" "My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful." He would say this to different agents and scientists all day without truly meaning it. But you have a huge crush on him, nonetheless.

Fast forward to the incident, when Ari played around the lab carelessly one day and accidentally caused lab scientists to mix up two dangerous chemicals. And since he's the only one in the lab who didn't have a full hazmat suit on, he inhaled the chemicals (which is sex pollen) and was sent to quarantine. And when his mind is in a haze, the only name that stuck in his head is yours👀👀👀

Does he call you to the quarantine room? Do you perceive his words as a desperate measures or you believe him? Does he tell you about his feelings after the pollen wears off?👀👀👀It's your decision! :3 Surprise me hehehehehe😘😘😘

(And probably the fourth(or fifth?) Time, congratulations on your 1k❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ari + sex pollen???? Damn👀 an idea I never knew I needed but yeah. Love it.

And thank you sm!🥺❤️

Turns out I’m shit at short Drabble writing so this one is 4 k, enjoy 🤣

All drabbles will be posted with the tag “1 k followers special” just look for it on my blog:)

Addicted to you

Warnings: dub-con (sex pollen), p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

„Hello, gorgeous, how’s your day?“, your favorite coworker asked, not you. He leaned over Mindys table, right in front of you, making you sigh quietly.

Ari was a very friendly and also handsome man. Most agents, especially all women, had a crush on him, even married once.

And of course, you.

You had a crush on your work partner, making your life awfully miserable. At first you actually thought something was between you, a little spark maybe. All the flirting and sweet petnames seemed to be special, right? Wrong. At least to Ari. He called half the agents gorgeous or flirted his way out of writing reports. At this point whenever he came to you, offering his sweet smile and glances, you knew it was for a reason.

"you're a peach" “No, Ari, I won’t share my lunch.”

"Can you help me with this, peach?" “No, Ari, I won’t write your report”

"My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful, peach." “No, Ari, I won’t fall for that. Go get you your own coffee.”

It’s always the same game. Him trying to flirt his way out of something and you having to do everything to not lose your mind over his words. You’d do anything to hear these compliments honestly. Having Ari call you beautiful because you two went on a date and not because he needed something.

At first you had fallen for it, still hoping the spark you felt was real-but then you noticed he didn’t seem to care about his words as much as you did. How many women here thought he actually meant any of it? How many agents had or will have their heart broken because of his careless thinking? Well, you were definitely one, but probably not the first.

“Oh, really? You don’t have to do that, gorgeous, are you sure?” “Oh course, Ari. I wanted to get a coffee anyway, it wouldn’t make much sense for you to walk unnecessarily if I’m already on my way”, said the clearly not suspecting woman. Sometimes you felt bad for them, really, but on the other hand you knew Ari wouldn’t stop his flirting. You tried to tell him to stop, but it seemed like it was a part of his personality he just couldn’t ‘turn off’.

Grinning Ari walked over to your desk, plopping down on it with his ass, nearly knocking over your own coffee, “be careful you imbecile”, you hissed, making the man laugh. “Good morning to you too, peach. I can tell Mindy to get another coffee for you, if you want”, “no thank you, I like my coffee without the taste of slave, besides I still have mine”, with that you stubbornly took a long sip of your coffee, trying not to frown when you noticed how cold it had already gotten. And Ari definitely saw it too, but he didn't comment on it.

“So, what are we doing today? I heard they have something for us in the laboratory?”, he asked instead, leaning a bit closer to you so he’d be able to read whatever you were writing. His aftershave immediately hit you, making you feel lightheaded. God, how could someone smell this good?

What you didn’t know, he was thinking the same about you, not being able to stop himself from leaning a bit further into your personal space and nearly falling from the desk. “Ari, stop that or you might already sit in the chair with me-” “oh that’s not a bad idea, let’s-“ “no.”

He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. “But why-“ “Hey, Ari, I got your coffee-and they called you into the lab. They said it’s urgent”, said Mindy, walking up to your desk and giving Ari his coffee. Was her blouse further open than before?

Head shaking you stood up, ignoring that she didn’t even greet you. “Ari, let’s go”, you didn’t let him talk to Mindy anymore, already grabbing his massive biceps and pulling him to the labs. “Wait-I wanted to-” “I don’t care what you wanted to do, you’re here to work and not to flirt” “geez, chill, someone’s got their panties in a twist-tho I couldn’t help you untwist them, peach.” “Ari-”

At this point you weren’t even sure why he was still your work partner.

Just when you wanted to enter the lab someone held you back, one of the interns smiling up at you. “Oh hello, Peter, everything okay?”, you smiled at him, not noticing Ari rolling his eyes when the young man blushed. “I have some documents for you to sign, it’s important”, since it was important you told Ari to go and ask the scientists about the substance they found while you’d sign the papers.

“So, Peter, how was your weekend?” You asked the young man, while sitting down at your desk. He sat down in the chair in front of your desk, looking around your office. Mindy seemed to ignore him, just like she did ignore you. What a bitch. Did she really only talk when Ari was around?

Peter cleared his throat. “It was really fun, we-“ a shrill alarm sounded, alarming everyone to leave the building. Fire? No it wasn’t the fire alarm. You’ve never heard this before. Grabbing petter by the arm you immediately left your office, hearing Mindy's steps behind you. “What’s happening?”, you called out to one of the guards.

“There was an accident in the lab. Some chemicals exploded-“

Your chest immediately tightened. Oh god. Ari. No, no, no. What if he got hurt? What if he- “Miss, we need to go”, your intern interrupted you, pulling you out of the building. “No wait- I need-Ari is still there-”

The whole floor was closed for two days. Two days in which you didn’t know what happened to Ari. You were worried sick-and heartbroken. His behavior may be annoying but it didn’t mean your heart had stopped craving him. It seemed your feelings only grew in the past days.

As soon as you entered the building you went to your boss to ask about Ari, not receiving much information only that he was alive but in quarantine. Did it mean he had a disease? Maybe whatever the scientists had found was incurable?

Again you felt yourself nearly hyperventilating. “Please let me see him. I just want to see he’s alive. I don’t believe it until I see it myself”, you nearly begged with tears in your eyes. Your boss sighed, rubbing the brick of his nose with two of his fingers. “Fine, fine just-stop crying. I can’t handle that”, he mumbled walking you to the quarantine room.

You could see him through a window and your boss was right, he was alive.

But he looked like death was close.

He was sweaty, his clothes soaked and hugging his body like a second skin. His skin was pale. Dark circles beneath his eyes. His wrists cuffed to the bed. God, poor Ari. “What’s wrong with him?” “We don’t really know…He was affected by the chemicals. The scientists said he inhaled them and immediately felt dizzy, hot…started mumbling some nonsense about peaches”, said the man. Just when you wanted to ask something else his phone rang. He excused himself and walked away.

The ringing had caught Ari’s attention. “Peach-peach”, he whined, writhing in the bed like crazy. His wrists were already red and scratched, but it didn’t stop him from pulling at them harder. You swallowed, seeing his wrists bleeding.

“Miss, you’re not allowed to be here”, one of the doctor’s came, pulling you a bit further away from the window. You noticed how it made Ari even angrier than before, throwing himself from side to side. “Bastard! Don’t-don’t fucking touch her!”, he hissed, making you immediately pull away from the doctor who had touched your arm. Ari stopped his movements, his breathing slowly calming down.

You furrowed your eyebrows at that, the doctor doing the same and reaching out to you again, making Ari going feral. Seeing the hand of the stranger touching your skin made him pull at the restraints even harder, till they started cutting in his skin. Not wanting Ari to hurt himself, you stepped away from the man, closer to the window noticing how Ari tried to lift his hand-which wasn’t possible.

“Let me in. I think he…wants my company?”, you mumbled. The man seemed unsure. “We don’t know what the chemicals did to his body-he’s still…unstable. And maybe contagious-“ “Please, I think he’ll feel better when I’m there”, the Doctor sighed and pulled out a key, opening the door. As soon as you walked in Ari tried to pull at his restraints to touch you, which he managed when you sat down at the edge of his bed.

A moan escaped his throat when your cool hands touched his burning forehead. “Oh god, you have a fever-and you’re drenched”, you whispered, wiping away the sweat from his skin. “I’m-hot. Too hot”, he mumbled, sitting a bit up and hiding his face against your throat, immediately inhaling your smell. The soft smell of your peachy parfum. So, so good. So addicting. “So nice…missed you, peach”, he mumbled, his lips touching your throat, close to kissing.

“Ari, you should…you’re totally out of your mind”, you pushed him back into the pillow, turning around to the doctor who was still watching you two. And taking some notes, huh? “Excuse me, could you get me a cloth and bowl of cold water?”, the doctor nodded, leaving you two for a few moments.

Your hand caressed Aris cheeks, slowly brushing down to his chest, his chest heaving uncontrollably, heart pounding so fast you couldn’t count the beats. “I’m so sorry I let you walk into the lab alone. I should’ve known something would happen…”

Ari moaned again, pushing himself into your palm. He felt completely overwhelmed, especially now that you were here. So close. Touching him.

“I’m hot-I want it off-take it off”, he tried to grab at his clothes, pulling them away from his body, but he couldn’t really move his hands. His breathing became even faster than before. You knew you probably shouldn’t act on his words, but seeing his big blue eyes begging you. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you”, with that you started pushing up his shirt, but stopping at his chest. “You’re cuffed-I can’t help much more, I’m-“ “take them off. I don’t want them-take them off”, he started fidgeting again.

That’s when the doctor from before came in with a cloth and water. “What are you doing miss?” “Open the cuffs-” “miss-“ “open the fucking cuffs! Don’t you see he’s bleeding? When will you react?! When he breaks his wrists?!!” You started arguing with him, making the man jump in surprise, not expecting your yelling.

“Fine, but I’m leaving the room.” He only put the bowl with the cloth aside, giving you the key to Aris cuffs. Then he quickly left the room leaving you with Ari behind.

You felt your own hands shake while slowly opening the restraints. Before you could even really let Ari pull out his hands he was already taking off his shirt, not caring about the ripping sound. When you noticed how he tried to open his pants you gasped quietly. “Wait Ari-no-pants no”, you took his hands that were working on his zipper, making him moan quietly while he pushed his hips up into your hands.

It surprised you and you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling your hands away again. “Fuck no-don’t stop”, he mumbled grabbing you by the hips and pulling onto his hips, letting you feel his hard dick throb in his pants. “What-Ari, what are you doing-hey-no”, you swatted his hands away, grabbing the wet cloth and hitting his chest with it.

Ari gasped, his eyes focusing a bit more while he looked up at you, still lightheaded but less than before. “Please-I don’t know what’s happening to me-but I need you-fuck, I need you so bad, please”, he sat up and immediately buried his face again your throat, kissing and sucking at your skin. He was losing his control.

He felt exactly like he felt when the chemicals first hit him.

As soon as he opened the tube, a yellow powder explosion went right in his face. Everything around him started to spin, his vision getting blurred and-he felt aroused. So fucking aroused.

Why weren’t you here? You were supposed to come with him. He needed to see you. No.

He needed to fuck you.

God. He wanted to feel your skin. Your lips. To taste you. He wanted to taste the sweet peachy shampoo or parfum-or whatever it was that made you smell so good.

“Peach-where’s-peach”, he moaned quietly, bracing himself on the table next to him. He didn’t even know what was happening around him. The people calling a code something-and grabbing him, touching him. He hated the touch of these people. He wanted you. “Peach-no-not you-peach-“

“Ari, are you okay?”, when your voice pulled him out of his thoughts he grabbed your arms again. “I can’t control myself-I need you-fuck-please-“, he mumbled close to your lips, already wanting to kiss them, but you pushed him away.

Someone walked into the room again, two doctors you didn’t know. “We found out what it is-but there’s no cure for it”, hearing this made your throat tighten. No cure? “Miss, he won’t die-not if…the person of his desire…helps him out.” You didn’t understand what they were talking about and it was also hard to concentrate with Ari trying to kiss your throat or sucking hickeys into your skin.

“What do you mean help him out? What should I-Ari stop it-that tickles-“, you tried to push his head away, feeling his beard tickle your throat. He whined when you pushed his forehead again, his arms tightening around your waist.

“Miss, we think Mr Levinson was affected by, the so called, sex pollen, a drug making the affected wanting to…breed and reproduce. It won’t stop until he…fulfills his needs.” The doctors words made your mouth immediately feel dry, like you hadn’t drank anything for days.

“I…need to have sex with him?” Both doctors looked at each other, then back at you. “We can probably try to find someone to…help him, but he seems to react to you.”

For fucks sake, why couldn’t he be affected by…something that wouldn’t make him want to reproduce.

Of course you’ve always wanted it, but not like this. You wanted for it to matter and not when Ari was not himself. Drugged.

You swallowed. Then swallowed again.

“Okay…i'll do it, but…can we have privacy? A room without a huge window?”, you asked self consciously, finally letting Ari bury his face further in your neck and cleavage since he definitely heard you agreeing to sleeping with him.

The doctors seemed a bit uncomfortable in this situation. “Yeah this window has curtains. Well let them down and then you can-“ “Yeah I know-just-go. I’ll take care of him”, you mumbled a bit embarrassed and also slowly turned on. How could someone not get turned on when the person they love kissed their throat and cleavage? Or nibbled at your earlobe? Fuck, your panties were probably drenched.

A couple minutes later the doctors were gone, the curtains lowered and some of the buttons of your shirt open, but Ari seemed impatient just ripping the rest from your body, making you gasp quietly. “Ari-“, you moaned, letting him pull you over his lap, his hard dick immediately pressing into your cunt. There were still too many layers between you two, making Ari mumble something unhappily, while he opened his pants, hastily pushing them down.

You quickly helped him out of his clothes, nearly falling from his lap since Ari was so impatient to finally get out of these he kind of got carried away and was close to actually pushing you from the bed. As soon as his body was completely bare he sighed in relief and grabbed your waist, pushing you into the bed. You didn’t had much time to appreciate the beauty of him, before he started hastily ripping your skirt and slipping from your hips, immediately pushing your legs open.

“Jesus-Ari, we have time-”, you mumbled when he immediately tried to place himself between your thighs, his lips still suckling at your throat. When he reached your breasts he bit into the flesh, making you moan in pleasure and surprise. His tongue circled the pink teeth mark, before hastily doing the same closer to your nipple.

When you felt the tip of his cock press against your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the nervousness creeping up inside you. Even though you weren’t able to really admire him you still noticed the size of his cock.

No wonder he was always this…cocky.

“Ari-oh fuck-”, when he thrusted inside your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth, especially since he didn’t waste time before fucking you hard and fast. His gaze glued to your cunt swallowing his cock, clearly only thinking about his release.

For a moment you doubted even if it really mattered to him who was beneath him. Did he really recognise you as you or were you just a cumdump to him? (Not that you would’ve mind under other circumstances.)

“Peach-peach look a’me”, Ari moaned, grabbing your chin with one hand, making you look into his blown eyes, the pupil completely swallowing the usually bright color. “My peach-mine”, his words were slightly slurred, but it seemed like he meant it. Maybe. Hopefully.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him a bit closer till your bodies were flushed against one another. “Yes, Ari, your peach. I’m all yours”, you whispered into his ear, not expecting the nearly inhuman sound rumbling from his chest, his thrust immediately quickening, the sound of skin on skin slapping becoming louder, just like the squelching sound from how wet you were for him.

Fuck, it felt so good. He was fucking you like no one else before. His cock was hitting every spot inside you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit from time to time, stimulating you even more. “Fuck-fuck, Ari-I’m close-please-oh god”, as soon as you felt your high approach your nails pushed into the skin of his back and biceps, making him moan in pleasure. The pain felt so good. So, so good.

You were a moaning and shaking mess beneath Ari, while he watched your every reaction. He didn’t know what to say or if he was saying something. He knew he opened his mouth, but the only thing leaving his lips were moans and grunts. He had no idea why he was behaving like this, like…like a feral animal, but all his sensations felt so different, his senses heightened, especially his smell. The smell of you was everywhere, surrounded him, filled his lungs whenever he took a breath.

A few thrust more and your cunt started squeezing him, your walls tightening around him, hugging him like you were made for him. Your mouth was open in a silent moan, your face scrunched in pleasure. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. The kiss took you by surprise but you immediately returned it with the same enthusiasm.

Slowly feeling too overstimulated, from having him hit your g-spot over and over again, you felt yourself coming closer to something you’ve never felt before. Not only were you completely lightheaded and cockdrunk, but your whole body seemed to have stopped listening to you. Your legs gave out, your thighs not wrapped around Aris waist like the did before, your arms lightly hanging around his neck.

Ari grabbed your legs, pushing them up to your chest, before continuing his assault on your sensitive spot. The change in position makes him feel even bigger, if that’s even possible. With that he was also now fucking your spot dead on. Your eyes filled with tears, your throat feeling raw from moaning and screaming in pleasure, your whole body useless, just like a doll in his hands.

Before you could react another orgasm rushed over you, this one different, more intense, like never before.

You squirted all over Ari and yourself, your juices gushing onto his thighs and abdomen, a deep growl rumbling in his throat while he pushed his cock deeper into you, grinding against you while you felt him twitch inside you, your walls milking him while was filling you with his cum.

He didn’t stop releasing for a few minutes and you didn’t know if it was because of the drug or if it was just Ari, but when he finally pulled out and put your legs down some of his cum leaked out of you, making him grunt in annoyance and furrow his eyebrows a bit. If you had the strength to do it you'd probably have laughed at his behavior, but your muscles were too sore.

“Come’ere my caveman and stop grunting at my…you know”, you laughed quietly but also a bit self conscious. When he saw your open arms Ari immediately laid onto you, his face pressed into your neck once again. “Mine”, he mumbled barely audible, while you gently scratched his hair and back, noticing the rosy lines you’d left behind.

At that point you didn’t know what to do next. Were you supposed to leave him now? Would he be fine now? But just leaving like that felt weird. Especially since Ari meant to you more than just a friend, way more than that.

A few minutes passed and you noticed how Ari’s body felt cooler now, it even seemed like he had goosebumps. Not wanting him to freeze you grabbed the blanket that was laying on the floor and pulled it over his body. You felt him sigh softly against your skin, cuddling closer into the crook of your neck. It felt nice to have this huge man making himself small to fit into your arms wanting to cuddle.

It also made you think….

Was his head clear now? How would he react? Would he be mad?

“Ari…are you awake?”, you whispered quietly into his ear, hearing him mumble something incoherent back. The corners of your lips twitched while you shook his shoulder again, finally getting him to lift his head. At first he seemed confused, then shocked, then confused again and finally something like..regret.

Oh god, no. He didn’t want it. He regretted it. What if he felt like you- “I’m so sorry you had to do this, peach-I-I never wanted for it to happen like this-fuck. I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot, I shouldn’t have-” “Ari, it’s okay. I understand. You needed it. We can forget it and just think of it as…needs to an-“ “no. We can’t forget it-please don’t make me have to forget it. I don’t want to forget it..”, his voice quietened to the end, his gaze glued to your face.

Noticing your confusion he leaned down, pressing his lips gently onto yours, only in a sweet peck. A soft smile crept onto his lips, even a blush was visible. “I wanted to do all of it with you…touch you…kiss you…taste you…fuck you”, he whispered the words in your ear, kissing down your throat, before lifting his head again, “I’m sorry it happened like this and not how you really deserved it.”

You still were confused, but your chest tingled with hopefulness. “So you mean-you like me?“, to that Ari only laughed gently before kissing you one more time, passionate and loving.

“But never call me caveman again, tho.”

“Sure…..caveman”

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 18: But I Know Who I Am Now (I Am Yours)

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*GIF found on Pinterest*

A/N: Chapter title taken from I Am Yours by Andy Grammer

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: hospital setting and the stuff that comes with that, some minor angst, unconsciousness, blood, fist fight, Jake beats the shit out of someone and it’s a little hot, bruises, this is still pretty fluffy, author is trying to redeem herself.

Word Count: 3.7k

Masterlist >> Part 17 >> Part 19

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Jake’s feet slid over the tiled floor of the infirmary in his haste to get to Bear. He knew that he was getting strange looks as he dodged nurses and medics as they went about their business, but he couldn’t find it in him to care what they thought. He had had a realization that was more pressing than anything in his life. If Bear loved him, and Jake was almost certain she did, he had to be the one to act. Her rank prevented her from doing so, it always had. Now though, it was different. She wasn’t his direct superior any more, and that gave him this opportunity.

He had been running through a speech, words he would say to her as he made the trip from the showers to her room, but nothing seemed to quite capture the depth of his feelings for her. Bear was special. She deserved nothing less than the best, especially after everything that had happened in the last couple of weeks. So Jake had to get this right.

He walked through the door to her room, stopping whatever conversation Rooster and Phoenix were having. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Phoenix replied. She had a very curious look on her face, but it quickly shifted to a smirk as she took him in. “Finally realized it, didn’t you?”

“Shut up.” Jake knew his face was bright red and the knowing looks from both Rooster and Phoenix only made his embarrassment worse. “Seriously. Shut it.”

“Karma’s a bitch, Seresin,” Rooster said with a laugh. “You made fun of me and my girl for how long? It’s only fair I get the same honor.” The look on his face was making Jake regret ever opening his mouth, and that never happened. And that fucking Chicken looked smug as hell.

Jake just groaned, scratching at his jaw. “And I shouldn’t have done that, but it got you two idiots together. So just get out. Please. I have to talk to her.”

The other man’s face softened, just a little. “Fine. Go get her.” Rooster clapped Jake on the arm before getting up and leaving. “I was hungry anyways.”

“Asshole!” Jake yelled out the door at his retreating figure. “Thanks Nix.”

Phoenix just grinned at him. “You finally clued in, didn’t you? Your dumbass just realized that she loves you.” The look on her face was pure glee, a look no one saw very often, and now it was staring him down. “Jake. Relax. You’ll be okay.”

“I know. I appreciate this.” He’d stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Her smile grew and Jake knew that she had understood him. “I know you do, even if you can’t say how much.” Her tone was soft and Phoenix gave him a nod before slipping out the door, closing it gently behind her.

Finally, Jake was left alone with Bear once more. Like he had before leaving, he let his eyes trail over her, searching for any sign that she was awake. Any muscle twitch, a sign, anything. But there was nothing. So he took his seat once more, his hand finding hers and blew out a breath. He had time to practice his speech, he might as well use it.

“Teddy, since I met you… No I can’t say it like that. I’m not proposing,” Jake stopped his train of thought, and tried to start again. “Teddy, I have literally no idea how to say this - fuck me! Why can’t I just say it out loud? It’s three fucking words!” He groaned, his chin dropping to rest against his chest, staring down at his and Bear’s joined hands.

He took a deep breath, blowing out his exhale, before looking back up. “I shouldn’t have to think about it. Mama said that when I know, I’ll know. Don’t think, just do…” Jake pulled a face, suddenly thankful his back was to the door. “Fucking hell Teddy, you’ve got me so bent outta shape, I’m quotin’ the old man now.”

Running his thumb over the back of her hand, Jake closed his eyes, losing himself in the memories of them both. He marveled at her in nearly every one, too caught up on the light in her eyes to do more than just listen to her every word, hang off of it like a child on playground equipment. Pulling his feelings from those memories, he managed to speak. “You took ‘I love you to death’ a little too literally, darlin’,” his voice broke, too emotionally raw to say what he felt without tears. “You nearly did just that to save me. I need to return the favor, Teddy, so I’m gonna love you back to life.”

The room fell silent with only the sounds of his quiet sobs echoing in the stillness. God, he loved her. He loved her more than he had loved anything in the world. Even flying didn’t compare to the swoop his heart did when she was close. Now though, she was both so close and so far away all at the same time. “I love you. I only hope you love me too.”

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Through the haze, Bear heard a voice. It was distant, but familiar and leading her out of the darkness. The only words she could make out were three of the most distinct: I. Love. You. She couldn’t yet make out who was speaking, but she hoped, she hoped so desperately, that it was Jake on the other side of the fog in her mind. She needed it to be. She had to see him, she had to see her Flyboy.

If it was Jake, she had to talk to him. Bear had to tell him that she loved him back. And she did. If Bear had the energy and the forethought, she would have told him the second she had seen him in the conference room. It had taken hallucinations of waking up in his arms for her to clue in that this wasn’t just attraction. No, Bear loved him. Loved him so much that she would face the armies of the world alone to spare him death. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before and she was both terrified and thrilled that she had figured out why her chest got tight whenever his name was mentioned.

Terrorists couldn’t take him from her, and death couldn’t take her from Jake. If that wasn’t meant to be, Bear didn’t know what was. The voice wasn’t so distant now, nearly loud enough for her to make out everything being said, and she was running towards it, clawing through the shadows and muffled noises until…

Bear heard beeping, the sound of someone stifling sobs, and the same words that had pulled her from the darkness. “God, Teddy. I need you to wake up. I love you too much to let you go like this. Please.”

It was Jake. And he was crying. Her heart broke and she wanted to speak, but her throat was so dry that all she could do was squeeze his hand.

Jake gasped, his tear-filled eyes flying to meet hers. “Teddy.”

“I love you too.” Bear’s voice was raspy from disuse and Jake just stared at her, his hand squeezing hers tightly.

He handed her the water on the bedside table, letting her sip it as he gaped at her, his entire body frozen still. “What?” Jake’s voice sounded strangled as his breath caught in his throat, the cup left forgotten on the table beside him.

“I love you too,” Bear repeated slowly. Her heart was pounding and alarms were going off from the monitors, but all she cared about was hearing Jake say those three beautiful words one more time.

Jake had a knee on her bed in a flash, leaning over her. “Tell me you don’t want this, because I can’t go back to how it was. I just can’t.” His eyes were wide and flicking between her eyes and lips. “Teddy, darlin’ I need you to say somethin’.”

“Kiss me,” Bear whispered. And holy fuck did he. Their lips met and it felt like a vat of chocolate melting in her chest as she kissed him back with everything she could. Trying her hardest to pour every ounce of feeling she had for him into this one gesture, gasping as he tugged on her lip. The cheeky bastard.

For Jake, all he could focus on were the fireworks going off in his head. He deepened the kiss, using her gasp to slip his tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers.

He finally pulled away, watched Bear’s eyes slowly flicker open and grinning as she blinked back emotion that had filled her eyes. “Flyboy…”

“I’m here, Teddy. I’m not going anywhere.” Jake’s hand found hers, squeezing it tightly before pressing a kiss to the back of it, slowly climbing off of the bed. Seconds later, two nurses burst into the room, eyes flying to the now-awake Bear sitting up in her bed.

“Commander…” one nurse began while the other checked the vitals machine. “Any idea as to why your heart rate is so high?” She shot Bear a wink, knowing full well that the blond man in the corner was responsible.

“I have a few ideas,” Bear managed to say over her giggles at the face Jake pulled behind the second nurse’s back. “I’m feeling alright though.”

“I’m sure you do, ma’am. But let’s do a quick assessment first and then we’ll let you get back to your… friend.”

Her face went bright pink, heat spiraling up her ears. “Sounds good.”

“Lieutenant, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the other nurse said, looking at Jake, who then turned to look at Bear.

“I want him to stay.” Her tone had slipped effortlessly back into that of a commanding officer, letting the two nurses know that if they tried to remove him, she would fight back.

They nodded, gesturing for him to sit back down in the chair that they had moved a little ways off from the bed before conducting their assessments. It only took a few minutes for them to determine that she was doing well and left the room, the first nurse hanging back just a moment. “Try to keep that heart rate under control, you two. I know that might be hard with him in the room, but I can’t guarantee any privacy if you two start something.” And with one final wink at the two of them, the nurse left, closing the door again.

“Hear that, Teddy? I gotta control you,” Jake teased, grinning at her. He was just doing this to get a rise out of the woman next to him, who just grinned back, before whipping her arm out to smack him in the stomach.

“Watch it Flyboy,” Bear replied, raising an eyebrow in a feigned stern look. “They’re gonna think that you are the one needing handling.” She was smirking at the red creeping up the back of Jake’s neck, proud of herself for catching him off guard.

But Jake recovered quickly, creeping back towards the bed, eyes fixed on hers. “Careful darlin’, you and I both know that the only thing that needs handlin’ is that mouth. Do I need to shut you up?”

Her face widened in a challenging grin, the familiar spark Jake had often seen in her eyes had been reignited and he felt himself shiver at the intensity gazing back at him. “And the only one doing that handling is gonna be you, right?”

“You’re damn right, Teddy.” His hand cradled her cheek, gently drawing her back in for another soft kiss. “You’re mine. If you want to be.”

“So long as you’re mine,” Bear replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, grinning as he chased her lips. “This is quite the wake up call, though Flyboy. A half-naked man sitting at my bedside, proclaiming his undying love for me.” Bear had been playing with his hoodie strings as her palms rested on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin material of his half-zipped hoodie.

Jake glanced down, catching sight of his bare chest near her hands. “I should probably fix that, huh?”

“Or… you could just stay here…”

He groaned. “You promised the nurse that you would keep that heart rate down, darlin’. Don’t start sayin’ shit like that or you will break your promise.”

Bear just winked at him, settling back against the pillows behind her. “Be quick? I missed you.”

“I’ll be as fast as I can. I promise,” Jake leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, making her smile as she lay back against the pillows.

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Jake left the room with a wide grin on his face. Bear was awake, and she loved him too! It literally couldn’t get better than this. He hurried back to the locker room, passing Payback, Bob, and Rooster going the other direction. He gave them a nod, and Bob grinned at him, catching the flush on his cheeks. Out of everyone, the WSO knew exactly what had happened, and yet, Jake couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He was steps away from the locker room door, when it swung open, revealing Shrike leading a very disgruntled and worn out Hazard and Jake saw red. This was all his fault; every single little thing. He was the reason Bear had written her letter, the contents of which he would never reveal to anyone. She had known something was off, she had written it down. And Hazard, Colton, had nearly ruined everything.

Hazard barely had time to react before Jake shoved him back through the door and up against the wall. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Jake roared, the pure rage in his voice bouncing off every tile in the locker room.

But it wasn’t Jake throwing the first punch. No, Hazard got a hand up and punched him in the nose, a malicious grin tearing open on his face. “Whatcha gonna do, you fucking ass? Hit me? You can’t.”

Jake smirked, blood rushing down his face. “That’s where you’re wrong. Mav never said anything about us not beating you half to death. Really wanna try somethin’?” He knew that his eyes held the same fire that had burned in Bear’s when she burst into the room to confront him. But unlike when she had done it, Hazard didn’t seem scared of Jake. “I have no problem with any of it.”

His drawled words, combined with the blood from his nose, were enough to make Shrike smile from her spot in the corner. She and the other Seals were on a tight leash, unable to do more than throw the man a dirty look, so if she had engineered this little meetup, no she didn’t. Hazard deserved everything coming to him, even if she couldn’t be the one to inflict a fraction of the pain her boss had experienced.

Hazard opened his mouth to speak, to make some smart ass comment, when Jake slammed his palm into Hazard’s nose. The yell of pain the Seal let out only made Jake’s smirk widen, his green eyes cruel and vindictive. “Bear took worse than that, and you’re whinin’ like a little bitch?” Jake spat, knowing that Hazard was both cuffed and off his game. “You’re pathetic.”

The Seal took another swing, missing Jake by a mile and the pilot laughed. “Come on. I threw you off? Wow. You ain’t nearly as good as you think you are.” He was cackling now, the anger on Hazard’s face only stoking the rage building with every passing moment. He circled Hazard, grinning widely. “Come on, playboy. Show me why you’re a Seal, hmm?”

Two more missed haymakers had Jake’s smirk growing exponentially. He returned the swings, three blows to the stomach, making Hazard double over, groaning. “Now that’s not in the naval spirit,” Jake hissed, grabbing his opponent by the shirt and slamming him back into a row of lockers. Two quick blows to the side, followed by a knee to the face that left blood on Jake’s sweatpants, had Hazard sliding to the ground. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to pass out.”

Jake slapped him across the face, grinning as Hazard’s blue eyes opened and then widened in fear at how close Jake now was. He scrambled back towards the center of the room, feet kicking out and cuffed hands pushing against the tile, doing everything he could to get away from the man before him.

But he was no match for the angry pilot striding towards him with blood still running down his face and staining his chest. “Coward!” Jake growled, pulling the panicked man to his feet and throwing him back into a bench. “You’re just a little bitch, ain’t ya? Brave brave man when betraying your people! BUT NOW? YOU’RE NOTHIN’!” His voice was deafening to those inside. But Jake didn’t care. How could he? His knuckles ached but it paled in comparison to the wrath in his eyes and the hellfire in his blood. Hazard wasn’t getting out alive. Not if he could help it.

In a blink, Jake was on top of Hazard, raining hell down in the form of punches, uncaring if his knuckles were bleeding in time with the traitor’s face. He didn’t know how many times he’d hit the coward, but then Bob and Rooster were pulling him off the other man. “LET ME GO!” Jake roared, fist catching Rooster’s jaw as he struggled. “GET OFF ME!”

Shrike took the moment to move forward, wet cloth in hand. If she took Hazard out of the room looking like his face had been punched in, she could face some trouble. “But let’s be real,” she thought. “People would thank him.” Roughly wiping off the blood, Shrike hauled Hazard to his feet and dragged him out the door. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Texas!” Shrike called back as she left the room, bleeding man in tow.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Rooster was looking at his bloody face like he didn’t recognize the man behind it.

“Bastard had it coming,” Jake grumbled, wrenching his arm free from Bob’s grip and stomping over to the sink to wipe the blood off his face and chest. “And don’t tell me you wouldn’ta done the same.”

Rooster scowled at his back, following him. “I wouldn’t have. I-”

Jake whirled around, eyes wild. “Bull fuckin’ shit, Bradshaw! If it were your girl, if someone had hurt your family, you woulda done the same. Hell, even Bob would have fuckin’ done the same!” He was yelling again, uncaring of who heard him.

“She’s not your girl, Seresin. You need to calm down.”

“Get. Out,” Jake ground out. “I beat one man’s ass already today. I’ll do it again.”

“You see this too, right Bob?” Rooster looked genuinely concerned for Jake, as his gaze swung back forth between the two men. “Jake, you trauma bonded. She saved you and got captured as a result. You owe her nothing.”

Jake’s heart sank, anger deflating so suddenly that he nearly collapsed. “It’s-that’s not…”

“I’m sorry, man. But you have to know that,” Bradley said gently. “Bear is amazing and you guys were great friends before this, but beating a man up for her? Surely you have to admit that that is a little excessive.”

“Rooster,” Bob spoke up, seeing the look on Jake’s face. “Leave it, okay?”

“But Bob…”

The WSO shook his head, silencing Bradley’s protests. “He’s been through enough, he doesn’t need this too. Just drop it.” Bob turned to Jake, pausing for a minute as he took in the blond’s conflicted look, before gesturing for Rooster to leave them. “Let me talk to him.”

“Bob-” But when he saw the head shake, Rooster sighed and left.

“You love her.” Bob’s statement made Jake look up at him. “You loved her before we left.”

“I did…” Jake whispered. “God, I’ve loved her for a while. This isn’t a trauma bond. I swear it isn’t.”

“I know.” Jake nodded, chewing on his lip as Bob continued. “You were worried and now you’re doubting everything. All because Rooster of all people got to you? I believe you, Jake and if you say you love her, then I don’t doubt that.”

“You would have done the same, right?”

Bob nodded, eyes darkening just a little. “I would definitely have done the same. You’ve met my wife, you know I would. I also heard a rumor that Bear is awake, you should tell her.”

“I will.”

“Good. Have fun explainin’ the black eye though. Looks like that rat-bastard hit you good.” Bob clapped him on the shoulder and left.

Clearly the bespectacled man didn’t know that he’d already seen Bear. That he’d already told her he loved her. But Bob didn’t need to know, Jake reasoned, pulling on his T-shirt that sat abandoned on a different bench. “Bear loves me back.”

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Bear sat in her bed, body sagging into the pillows. Every single part of her hurt. Even the end of her nose. A part of her wondered about where Jake was, but figured that he was probably catching up with his team, maybe informing hers that she had woken up. Or maybe, he’d gotten sidetracked by something else.

Either way, Bear let her eyes flutter close, just for a moment. But they flew open moments later at the sound of a crash a few rooms away, making her groan in frustration. She couldn’t even fall asleep without her mind hauling her back to that hellhole. It didn’t matter that the men had left her alone save for their incessant demands for information that she wouldn’t share, it had still fucked her up.

She sat still for a moment before letting her head loll against the pillow, trying to clamber back into that blissful land of sleep that she had left nearly an hour ago to soothe the man with the green eyes that had stolen her mind. Bear was tired of being tired. Exhausted from being afraid, from putting her focus on escaping, and all she wanted was a fucking nap.

This time, her attempt was interrupted by what sounded like Priya shouting “YOU WHAT?!” Even now, on bed rest, despite her forcing the reins of Seal Team 3 back into Bug’s hands yet again, there was still work to be done. Bear only wondered what had her mild mannered second yelling in such a way. Had someone come forward about their involvement in her capture? Or had someone incorrectly filled out a form and caused Bug two hours of extra work?

Either way, Bear felt the exhaustion seep into her bones as she shut her eyes against the fluorescent lighting that seemed to force its way into every pore. She felt like she was under a microscope; every twitch, every rustle, on display for the world to see her wounds.

All she wanted was to sleep, but it had eluded her at every attempt thus far and it was already driving her up the wall.

A nurse passed by the open door and Bear waved her over, asking her if she could shut the lights off. A nod and then a click and the room seemed to fall quiet. The only remaining light came from the open window, but it grew faint the longer Jake was gone and so she reached, pulling at some of her stitches and was able to turn the bedside light on.

It had clearly been brought in for Jake as he spent his time watching over her and the thought sent butterflies racing through her stomach.

He was safe.

And so was she.

Bear could rest easier now. Her hours spent in worry for her team, for Jake, for everyone was over. Bug had it handled and she could lay back and let her team handle it.

So she dozed in her room, waiting for the green-eyed, golden haired man she loved to come back to her.

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Jake was silent the entire way back to the infirmary, lost in his thoughts. But he was quickly pulled from them when Bear gasped, her eyes catching on the growing bruise around his eyes and nose. “What happened?”

“Hazard.”

“He’s just wandering?” Bear’s eyes flared with anger that the traitor would lay his hands on Jake. “No one’s watching him? Questioning him?” Her hand moved up to trace over his cheekbone, a feather light touch over his bruising eye.

Jake sat on the edge of the bed, catching her hand and pulling it down to rest on her lap. “Teddy. I’m okay. Pretty damn sure Shrike led him into my path, knowin’ that I had his number.”

Her anger suddenly forgotten, Bear grabbed his other hand with hers, gently running a thumb over the broken skin on his knuckles. “You hurt him?”

“I did. Couldn’t let him get away with the shit he pulled, he hurt my girl,” Jake replied softly, meeting her eyes. “I would have killed him if I thought that’s what you woulda wanted.”

Bear shook her head. “Jake, no. His skull is mine. But he will face justice, Admiral Harris has been informed of the situation. All of it,” she told him, her eyes softening as they caught the truthfulness of his words. “I love you. I don’t care how fast it is. I love you.” She raised his hand to her lips, trailing barely-there kisses over his knuckles, only stopping when Jake’s hand lifted her head up to kiss her gently.

“I love you too, Teddy. I love you too.”

Everything else could wait. The world was on pause, Bear thought, as Jake folded himself into her hospital bed, pulling her into his arms and peppering kisses to her face.

He loved her and she, him. What more could be said?

===

A/N: They finally said it! I know I freaked some of y’all out with that nightmare in the last part but I think I made up for it! Big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 and @sarahsmi13s for being incredible betas. And let’s all thank @dakotakazansky for talking me out of what I had originally planned for these two and for helping me with some replotting!

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astranva · 2 years

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Coffee and Bagel.

Word Count: 2.5k

Category: Angst-ish, fluff

Warning: curse words

Summary: Overprotective!Chris and pregnant!actress!reader get swarmed by paps and Chris loses his shit when reader almost trips.

Follow the couple's life here.

You loved going on short walks ever since you became pregnant.

The swelling of your feet was always very frequent, and it was why you didn’t favor walking and standing on them for too long, especially since the big bump you carried around not only strained your ankles, but your back as well.

“I can’t remember the last time I had coffee,” you said, fixing the big t-shirt you were wearing that rightfully so belonged to Chris, but since your marriage, what was his was yours, and what was yours, was yours.

“You deserve that treat,” Chris said from his place on the floor, tying your shoe laces.

You hummed, one hand on his shoulder to keep yourself steady, “You know, I’m so ready for the baby to be here,” you said, “Need my caffeine so bad.”

Chris chuckled as he stood up, “I think it’s not just caffeine you need,” he said, “I think–I think you miss having good back days.”

You groaned, “God, yes,” you cradled your bump, “And not having you scolding me for, I don’t know, going up a step or something,” you giggled, teasing your husband who rolled his eyes at you with a smirk.

“You do dangerous shit, Y/N,” he reasoned, “You do!” He confirmed when you laughed, “Like–Come on, stepping on a chair to get turmeric from the shelf?”

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“Wait for me,” he pointed at himself, “Why else am I here?”

You gasped dramatically, “Oh-Oh, so you’re just here to bring down stuff now? Never mind the woman that you got pregnant, never mind her feelings. Never mind that she needs some loving on, some affec-”

“Stop, stop,” Chris laughed, wrapping his arms around you before he pecked your lips a couple of times, causing you to giggle, “And I’m here to love on you,” he said, “Also I wasn’t the only one who got you pregnant. If I–If I remember correctly, we were both o-”

“We’re not going to talk about it,” you shook your head, “Absolutely not.”

He laughed before pressing his lips against yours, “Ready to go?”

You hummed, fixing your hair, “Let’s go before you decide I need to be on bed rest or something.”

“Actually–”

“No,” you put your hand on his mouth, “No.”

With your statuses, you and Chris almost always expected paparazzi taking your pictures and trying to get any answers and statements out of you.

With your fingers intertwined with Chris’s, you walked on the sidewalk, only 5 shops away from your coffee place, and already, 3 men were in front of you, walking backward so they could film you and your husband.

“We should’ve brought the car,” Chris said quietly, his hold tight on your hand, and his body stiff as if he was getting ready to attack at any given moment.

“I miss walking to get my coffee,” you told him, fixing your sunglasses on your face, “Are you okay?”

Chris smiled softly, removing his hand from yours so he could wrap his arm around your shoulder, “I am. Are you?”

You nodded, keeping your face down from the paparazzi.

“Y/N, Chris, do you know the gender of the baby?”

“Y/N, you’re looking big!”

“How far along are you?”

“Are we going to see you on the big screen again soon?”

“Y/N, how do you feel about Chris’s new projects?”

You took a breath, concealing yourself against Chris before he stepped a little to the side, finally opening the door to the coffee place and letting you get in before him.

The soft mummers could be heard, and you could always feel when the phones were out, “discreetly” taking pictures of you and your husband.

Chris’s hands were on your shoulders from behind as the both of you walked to the familiar cashier you had befriended two years ago from how frequently you and Chris got coffee and bagels from that place.

“Hey, Omar,” you beamed at the 20-year-old boy.

“Hey, man,” Chris also greeted with a smile, “How’s it going?”

“Hey, you two!” Omar grinned, “These assholes giving you a hard time out there?” He nodded his head towards the door at the paparazzi.

Chris sucked in a breath, “When are they not?”

You glanced behind you at the door before your eyes widened, “Fucking hell, they got more.”

Omar shook his head, “We’ll help you get back to the car, no worries.”

“We walked,” you said with a small chuckle, “Bad idea.”

“Oh shit,” Omar made a face, “You can Uber though.”

“That’s a good idea,” Chris agreed, “What do you think, honey?”

You shrugged before letting out a huff, “I just want my coffee and bagel.”

Both chuckled, before Omar spoke, “The usual?”

You and Chris nodded as you leaned back against Chris while putting your hands under your bump to support it.

Chris paid, leaving a generous tip for Omar and his other colleague, Mona, before the both of you moved to the side, him pulling out a stool for you to sit on before he stood beside you.

He glanced back at the door, a sigh leaving his lips as his eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. Your hands moved to clutch his t-shirt from the sides, making him look at you, “We can get an Uber,” you told him, sensing his anxiety.

“I wanted you to walk like you wanted,” he said, looking at you in defeat with a tilt of his head.

You shook your head slightly, “It’s okay. Just another LA day,” you said, “I’ll walk as much as I want when we go to Boston after your press is done,” you assured him as you looked up ay him, “Loosen up, will you? We’re fine.”

Chris only sighed, wrapping his arms around you to bring you in a hug, his lips pressing a kiss to your head. He pulled away, his hand instantly finding your baby bump, bringing a smile to his face, “Hey, bubba,” he cooed, softly rubbing your bump.

You smiled, one of your hands reaching up

to softly graze his arm as you looked down at your 7-month bump.

“Hollywood!” The barista called out the name that she and Omar had created for you and Chris, sliding your drinks before giving you your cream cheese and salmon bagel.

“Thanks, Mona,” you smiled at the hijabi, taking your order from her.

“Any time, Hollywood. You have a good day,” she waved at you with a beam.

“You, too,” Chris smiled at her before she went back to her job, “Do you want to drink here or do you want us to leave?”

“Let’s just leave,” you said, wiggling your butt to get off of the stool before Chris was quick to hold on your waist, a worrying frown between his eyebrows as he helped you down. You let out a breath, “Even getting off a stool is a huge deal.”

Chris only chuckled, watching you take your bagel out of the wrap to take a bite, “Oh shit, the Uber,” he muttered, taking his phone out to request a car, “Come on, let’s sit you back down.”

“No no, I’m fine,” you assured him with a shake of your head, opting to lean on the chair a little.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.”

Chris thought that the universe was working in his favor because the moment he requested an Uber, it was only 2 minutes away.

He raised his eyebrows, “Two minutes.”

You hummed as you chewed, nodding at your husband as you stood straight before swallowing, “What’s the car?”

“It’s,” Chris smirked, tilting his head at you, “It’s a Honda Civic.”

With being the highest paid actress in the industry, with brand deals, and high-grossing movies, no amount of money could have ever made you let go of your hatchback 2008 black Honda Civic. Sure, that beat-up baby remained parked at your other house, but you clung to it like it was a child.

That explained the way your face beamed, making Chris burst out laughing, wrinkles by his eyes as he threw his head back a little.

“Don’t shit me,” you grinned excitedly.

“I’m not, baby, I’m not,” he laughed, showing you his phone.

You giggled, “It’s like—It’s like finding a missing sibling.”

At that, Chris laughed again, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him, his hand stroking your head softly for a moment, “You’re actually crazy, you know that?”

“It’s a good car,” you reasoned, pulling away to look at him, “It’s super comfortable, and it’s—it’s, like, spacious but also compact. It’s just so perfect.”

“You’re a dinosaur for still having that car.”

“Says the person who had an iPhone 6 in 2022,” you replied back, teasing him with a raised eyebrow.

“It was a 6S,” he raised a finger, giving you a look as he put one hand on his hip.

“Oh, I’m sorry, so you’re not that much of a fossil, right,” you nodded jokingly, laughing when he poked your side.

“He’s here,” Chris announced, looking at his phone, “Here, let me take your bagel,” he offered.

You frowned, moving the bagel away, “But I want to eat it.”

“While we’re walking?”

“Yeah?”

“Okay,” he chuckled, rubbing your bump, “I’d rather not piss you off.”

“Good boy,” you teased, leaning to peck his lips after you had stood straight.

Chris linked your arms together, his smile falling from his face at the sight of the paparazzi who seemed to triple outside.

“Don’t let go, okay?” He asked.

“Do you need help?” Mona asked, “I can get Omar to help,” she said, pointing at her colleague.

“That’d be—That would be great actually,” Chris replied.

Omar and Mona were quick to switch, with the former hurrying towards you, “Let’s go, Hollywood,” he said as he pulled the door open, reaching his arms out, “Get back! Get back! Get back—Habibi, you’ll hurt someone like that, lak ya Allah!” (Love, you’ll hurt someone like that, oh my God!)

Omar, a bearded, tall 20-year-old wasn’t enough to handle the invasive men with cameras, and even though you kept your head low, and Chris had his other arm in front of you, you felt like you were close to crying and you probably had the pregnancy hormones to blame.

“Y/N! Chris! Is it true you’re getting a divorce?!”

“What are you going to name your baby?!”

“Chris, is it true you cheated on Y/N with Ana de Armas?!”

It was when Chris felt your body halt and turn that he quickly looked at you, noticing one man getting too close in your face.

“Can you take a step back, please?” You had respectfully asked, blocking your face with your arm.

“Hey! Hey, get the fuck back, man, get back,” Chris frowned, putting his arm between you and the man.

“I just want a shot, come on,” the man replied.

“I don’t care about your shot, get away from her,” Chris instantly replied back, his tone stern and getting louder, the veins in his neck looking prominent.

It was what happened next that seemed to happen in a blur that had your heart dropping to your stomach.

You took two steps forward with Chris, and the next thing you know, your coffees were spilled on the floor, your bagel was lying upside down, and Chris had both arms around you, preventing your fall from tripping on another paparazzi’s foot. One of your hands instantly went to your bump while the other clutched on to Chris.

“For fuck’s sake!” Chris shouted, shielding you with his body, motioning with one arm while the other was behind him, wrapped around you, “Get the fuck out of here!”

“Calm down, man, it was just an accident!”

“She almost fell, dipshit! If you don’t move the fuck away, I promise you won’t have your jobs by noon,” he pointed, watching as everyone got quiet, “Get. the fuck. back! Is that so hard? Is that so hard?” He shouted before they quietly made a path for you and Chris.

Your husband turned back to you, holding your hand tightly in his, “Eyes on me, baby,” he said with urgency, “You okay to walk?”

You nodded, “I’m okay.”

Chris nodded, moving in front of you with one arm out and the other behind him, holding your hand before you reached the car.

He opened the door for you, “Easy there, let’s go, baby, good job, baby, that’s it,” he almost cooed as you got in before he followed beside you.

He quickly took out his wallet, and looked at you when you sniffled, “Give O something for the spilled coffees, too,” you muttered, rubbing your temple, knowing what Chris was about to do.

Chris took out $600, the only amount he had in cash, giving them to Omar who closed the door for you and Chris, “Thanks for the help, and sorry about the mess, man.”

“Really sorry, O,” you said sympathetically, genuinely feeling like you were seconds away from crying as you cradled your bump.

“That’s too much, Hollywood,” Omar shook his head at the both of you.

“It’s not,” Chris said, “Come on, just take them so we can leave these little shits.”

Omar reluctantly took the money, “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You nodded, giving him a small smile, “I’m okay, O. Thanks for the help,” you said.

“I promise we’re working on the back entrance,” he said, a frown on his face.

“It’s alright,” you replied, “We’ll see you later.”

Omar nodded, waving at the both of you before your driver drove off.

“Should we stop at the hospital?” Chris asked you gently, turning his body to the side slightly as his eyes ran over you, checking for any bruises or any sign that you were hurt.

You shook your head, your eyes going tearful, “I’m okay.”

Chris noticed, his heart breaking and his face falling before he brought you into his chest, “Honey…”

“My bagel,” you cried.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, rubbing your back, “I’ll make you one, how does that sound?”

“Not the same,” you cried again, “But—But thank you.”

At that point you were sobbing, holding on to Chris for dear life.

“You’re okay,” Chris mumbled to himself more than to you, “You’re okay, honey. You’re okay.”

“Are you okay?” You asked him, sniffling as you looked at him.

“I’m—I’m so mad,” he answered truthfully, “If something had happened to you, I—God, Y/N.”

You understood, nodding along to him before you placed your hands on his chest, “You did an amazing job.”

“You almost fucking fell, Y/N, do you know how—Do you know—“

“I didn’t,” you shook your head, “I didn’t fall and you handled it so fucking well, baby. So well.”

Chris sighed, reaching one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Chriiiis,” you dragged, feeling your eyes get tearful again over your husband’s own tearful eyes, you placed your hands on his jaw, “We’re okay. I’m okay, you’re okay, the baby’s okay. I promise.”

“Yeah, just—That was—That was scary.”

You nodded, “It was,” you agreed, “But you handled it,” you said before pecking his lips, “And I love you for it.”

Chris sniffled, giving you a small smile, “I love you.”

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alwaysshallow · 8 months

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— coffee at midnight

John "Soap" MacTavish x female reader

AO3 version

Seventeen months ago, you would laugh if someone from Task Force 141 would tell you that you would spend your nights and mornings like this; with a touch of familiar arm, possessively around you, like someone could steal you from him.

You weren't the type to spend the nights – flings were more of your thing, but without staying the nights. Trust issues, someone could say, and they would be right. Too many people betrayed you in the past, so it was easier to keep yourself locked, walls up, without even thinking of opening soon, if – at all. It was too dangerous anyway for something meaningful; you thought.

Military consumed your private time, pretty much, and that was distracting in a somewhat good way, with your comrades being your true family.

Price? Besides being a real leader, someone you could trust, he was like a true dad, always caring, talking with you about absolutely everything you needed to talk about. Boys, heartbreak stuff when you still cared about stuff like this? You knew the second he sees you sad, you will be in his office with a cup of hot tea or coffee, even some whiskey on special occasions. Sometimes he scolded you, yeah, but it was a part of the job. Besides, as the only woman as you were here, being a bitch was a must.

Kyle encouraged you to do so; irritate him sometimes, so you would "stand your ground, mate!". You were both the same age, a month dividing your birthdays, so it was like a brother-sister relationship between you two. It was probably him introducing you to tequila, which – fucking burned, but it was worth it, especially before singing with him Livin' La Vida Loca on the stage almost a year ago, when karaoke looked so encouraging in that bar Price brought the whole squad after destroying a Mexican cartel.

With that being said, Alejandro was the newest addition to the squad after you, Rodolfo taking care of Los Vaqueros right now, so you were pretty much his "guidebook", as he would say every time that you told him something. He was a great gossiper, and not only that, he loved when you had some new stories to share, or juicy details, for example – how you just caught Ghost listening to Holy Ground by Taylor Swift, when he was out here, training his ass off in the gym. Whole squad knew he liked country though, maybe it was guilty pleasure thing, but Taylor Swift? God, besides being amused, you knew you will have another topic to talk.

That was pretty much how you and Ghost (or Simon, but he preferred the first one) bonded – over music and fighting. Late nights in the training room when both of you were too anxious to sleep were everything you both needed, especially with Sex Pistols or some underground music – when he was getting more fond of you, he played country or some pop songs that were good for a training. It was a good way of calming though, and great for checking your skills with a guy that was a God in combat and had more years of experience; he even gave a compliment once. Well, maybe it wasn't a compliment, but a simple "good", but coming from his mouth? Hell, it was like the Queen of England came to visit you.

All of them were like brothers, not only best friends – you knew that you could trust them with your whole heart, but only one managed to steal it completely, and that was on John MacTavish.

Hell, you weren't even aware when that happened. It was your first mission when you met him because before that, he wasn't even in the base – you weren't aware of the reason, probably it was something classified.

Mission wasn't an easy one, even if it firstly seemed like it; it was hard to look at your image in the front mirror of the Jeep. You were supposed to ride back to barracks after clearing the area for others, in order to make it a safe, temporary side base. Goddamn it, you couldn't even look at the blade that killed a pregnant woman; terrorist, not willing to cooperate, but you had to do this.

It was you or her at this point, the harsh truth was hitting you right to your stomach – everything that Price told you before that mission. That are sacrifices, and with every mission, comes responsibility – if you wouldn't kill her, someone else would.

And you threw up many times after this since the bloody, red images, were written out in your mind in every damn place. You tried so hard to think about something else, to focus on someone else. You just took not only one life, but…

"So you're drivin', yeah, lass? I hope you're better than Ghost" you heard a voice; quickly, you looked where it came from, trying to wipe off already dry tears from your face.

A pretty, tanned face observed your movements; with a small smile, playful, like he was trying to light the mood, before he saw your face.

"Shit, sorry. You good?" he frowned.

You could see a concern in his warm, blue eyes; and even if almost two years ago you didn't even know him at all, you were mesmerized.

"I'm just… tired. That's all" you answered, giving him a weak smile, as you were still massaging your temples, in order to seize the pain.

He wasn't buying any of it, you saw that, but he said nothing about it – so at least that was a relief.

"Name's Johnny. MacTavish" he said, holding out a hand to you. "You can call me 'Soap' anyway. It will be quicker this way, ain't it?" he grinned.

"Rosalie Laswell" as you said it, you squeezed his hand; and his face lighted up even more in curiosity.

"Ohhh, Laswell's daughter? Hell, if I'd know about you sooner, maybe I would pay her a home visit" he tilted his head to the side, laughing.

It caused you to chuckle a little too.

"Adoptive daughter, but she's the best" you turned on an engine, giving him a quick look. "Someone's coming? Or it's just you?"

"'st me and you, lass." his Scottish accent was more audible right now, as he got more comfortable in the seat, still looking at you. He seemed… rather interested. "And it's gonna be a long ride, so we gotta do some 'getting to know each other' thingy. Others got to know you, I didn't."

As you drove, you couldn't help a slight roll of your eyes at that obvious flirting; Soap caught that because he laughed again, shaking his head to himself.

"Sorry. A habit."

"To flirt with everyone?" you asked teasingly, switching gears.

"With pretty girls." he replied simply. "Gotta charm you, before others will try" he explained, as his hands were playing with his dog tags.

You let out a huff.

"We're on the same team. Nothing to charm."

"Doesn't change a thing."

After this first meeting, the longer you were around, you knew that Soap was an absolute flirt to every girl that caught his eye. Maybe it was his mohawk, kind eyes or playful nature that drawn women to him. It was rather successful, when he was coming back from the bar with a number, or his face was covered in lipstick.

"I still have it, lass." he said to you after the first mission, giving you a wide grin that made Kyle and other boys laugh. He was the most annoying man on Earth when he was getting what he wanted.

He loved to brag about it, too – and that met your love for being competitive, so you joined him in that mission. Every time you were out, it was a competition between you two; who's gonna get more numbers because only drinking or dancing seemed boring. Trying to test your flirting abilities in comparison to probably the flirtiest man in Task Force 141 though? Hell, it was a true ride.

You remembered how Ghost called it stupid, but when you won one night, he gave you a slight nod, and a hint of a smile. Johnny said that you cheated, so the win was even sweetest back then. On the ride back to the base you sang Diamonds, nudging Soap multiple times, as you stuck out your tongue, talking how better of a casanova you were.

Well, at least you had your laugh until the morning because the hangover was pretty bad.

It wasn't the only type of relationship you had with sergeant MacTavish; between that playful banter, multiple jokes and cursing out at each other, there was mutual understatement, something that was growing, even if you hadn't talked about it openly.

With everyone, you had things; with Soap too, but it was more… confusing, considering you could describe it as midnight coffees. Sounds odd enough, no? Who the hell would drink coffee at midnight, making your system even worse?

Well, you did. Multiple times actually, not only if something bad was happening, but… just because - like that one time when meeting with Price in the base got extended. Soap was looking at you with some urgency in it, not even bothering what their Captain had to say – someone would tell him, right? So he was piercing his gaze through you, smirking under his nose, trying to get your attention.

That was hard as hell, considering that you always paid attention to things that needed that, not just playful soldier like Johnny, but the moment you laid your eyes on him? Hell, he grinned like an idiot for a second, and then pointed with his head to the door, mumbling silently 'later'.

And you knew what it was about, so you just nodded and looked at Price again, but the looks haven't stopped; so when you looked again at Soap, you asked silently what it was about, not caring what other team members would think right now.

"You're pretty. Am I not allowed to look?"

You were silent after that, and even at that later coffee you couldn't stop thinking about it. Right, it could be just a cheesy answer, but you felt… some special kind of sincerity here, like he really meant what he said, and not only said it out of the habit – so when you were lying in your bed after that midnight coffee, you just smiled to yourself, warm feeling on your chest.

It was getting even weirder because he could tell when you felt terrible. Like that one time, when you went straight to the base instead of going to the bar to wind off. He was with you, as he held you in his arms in his car, whispering soothing words when you were crying because Kate's wife died; your other mum. No one knew that, Kate told specifically not to tell anyone, so it wasn't even team's fault that they wanted to spend some nights over drinks.

Yet, Soap was with you, not with them. Brushing off your tears with his warm thumb. Telling you that she was in better place right now, and she could now watch over you both from heaven, if you believed it.

He also tripped and said something about kicking asses beyond the grave, which made you chuckle sadly, especially when he started panicking and explaining that it wasn't what he actually meant. It was… pretty funny, even if your humor wasn't on the right place back then.

Soap was different than the rest. He was noticing things, he was annoying till the point you wouldn't tell him what was going on. And when you did? When you did, you could be sure that he will be right by your side, the moment you needed him the most.

It became a habit, to have a late training session with Ghost, or to sit with Johnny in his room, or yours, and talk. Especially when you had rough nights, nightmares, he seemed to know it all. Sometimes MacTavish would knock to your door, completely clueless, and ask if everything was alright.

And you couldn't lie to him, so usually you were hugging him right away without saying anything. The one thing was sure – he would always pick you up, hugging you between his strong arms. Then, you two sat on the floor, or on the bed. Asked some questions, or didn't, it depended how you looked. If miserable, he would certainly try, but not too hard, to not scare you off. Then, your conversation most of the time became less serious, and suddenly everything was alright again.

He simply cared too much, and you were grateful that you found a person like that; to joke with, to train with, but he was also someone that you could vent to, who could… hug you, hold your hand, even if it was between you and him. It was privacy that you didn't know you needed because rambling to Price was something other than doing it to your best friend.

He was everything you needed him to be… when you thought about it, it seemed cheesy, but he fitted the right descriptions. Being a sun after the storm, being your comfort person, someone that you trusted enough to give your life to. Someone that you were holding on to dearly because for the first time in a while, you were afraid to lose contact with someone.

MacTavish was just… your guy. You wouldn't do half of the things you already did in military, if he wasn't here.

And you were his girl, pretty much – it was a deal was between you two. Unspoken one, but it was obvious that you both care for each other equally, and he could see it many times actually during your friendship.

Soap was the most prideful person in the world, though. He would never tell you that he felt bad or needed you around; because in his way of thinking, he could handle anything on his own. Or, he was just hugging the shit out of you because it was a form of therapy than actually telling that he feels bad and needs to talk about things.

Only his eyes betrayed him, and the smile that wasn't reaching his eyes – because it always was, when he was happy. That man was like a definition of golden retriever living in a person, honestly. That's probably why you liked being around him so much, even if sometimes you wanted to strangle him for being so happy and bubbly.

Physical touch was everything for him in moments like these, you noticed. Small bumps into people, high-fives, bear hugs, really anything that had to do with touching was his thing. You had to learn it in order to comfort him, to understand how cranky he was sometimes when you didn't return the hug, or acted cold towards him, when he was initiating things.

So that's probably why you went straight to his room, when you noticed that he didn't even properly hugged you goodnight, and he was always doing that, especially after ending a long mission. And that was… a long one, four months out in the field, without any comfort of warm bed. Taking shifts, sleeping on the ground, or in the car, if you were lucky enough to do so.

You could just feel that he wasn't himself. That was your Soap you were supposed to be with, even if he wasn't talking to you about his mood.

Maybe especially then he needed you.

His room was completely dark, but you memorized it perfectly, so even if you couldn't see, you could easily make it to his bed. It seemed like a bad idea, considering that it was a really small one, and he already took a lot of space, but you didn't mind that. At least, not now because you had to give him a comfort of some sort.

You could worry about other things later, it was Soap in your mind and his well-being. You should never leave a friend in need – that's what you were always telling yourself. So when you slid into his bed, under the sheets, wrapping your arms around him, you almost felt like it was the right thing to do.

Almost, because being in one bed with MacTavish made you feel tingly, but you brushed off that thought.

"What are you…" you heard his raspy voice, as he propped himself up on elbow, trying to get a clue what was going on; in one second, he was alone, and in another, you were hugging him from behind like a crazy stalker.

"You were sad." you mumbled against his neck, as your arms tightly wrapped around him; in your mind that was enough of an explanation that you owed him, even if seemed silly and childish. Soap, pretty much, always was reading your mind, so it had to be enough.

He was a little surprised to be a little spoon in the outcome, but after a few seconds, he turned to face you, and wrapped his arms around you too. It was getting even warmer under the sheets and if it wasn't for a quick talk, you could really fall asleep here. Between his safe arms; you always wondered what it was to touch them. Squeeze, even, they were probably big as your head, and when they flexed?

Hell, you couldn't be surprised why the ladies were onto him. One thing was his personality, charming, if you could be the judge, but another? His body, always seeming like a heat warmer; before, you were guessing how warm he could be, when you slept in tent, near Novosibirsk, and he was literally the best body to sleep next to, just because of that.

Now, being in his close embrace was everything you needed, and adding to this, his scent was something… comforting, even if it was mostly the scent of his green apple shampoo and whisky that he drank earlier that day. You felt kind of weird in his bed, as it was the first time being this close, but you were his best friend, right? You… had some privileges.

At least that's what you were telling yourself back then, trying to not appear as crazy as you might in front of Soap.

"And that's the reason you decided to sleep with me? Bonnie, girls in my bed usually…" he chuckled, his eyes glimmering in the dark. "Well, usually it's not something innocent when I'm in bed with girls."

Hell, you should've seen that coming – for the first time you thanked that you weren't able to see that son of a bitch in that darkness, and he wasn't gonna see you at any point. Well, at least not your cheeks that were flushed like you after sunbathing in a Carrabeian beach for the first time.

The skin was coming off pretty badly, that's when you've decided that your vacation destination should be different than some hot countries.

"Oh, shut it." you managed to mumble, trying to be stern with your statement.

"Only truth. You know, if you want to…"

"I don't want you to feel alone, Johnny. That's pretty much it" you interrupted him, sighing to yourself; the atmosphere shifted in a second, when you said that. Like he was actually… aware that you will say something like that, but not right now. "Today was… rough."

He sighed, reaching out to play with your hair; he was putting strands between his fingers, doing it so softly that you could think that it's not your hair, but some kind of fragile glass or something that he's… afraid to break.

That interaction was probably the softest between you two because not only in bed, when people are the most vulnerable, but in a moment that… that he was silent. And the thing about Soap, he never was silent. Even sad, he smiled and was goofing around, even if his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. You noticed his demeanor every time, calling him out later, in private.

Back then, in your arms, he was completely silent – if you didn't know any better, you would think it was normal. Accepting the situation as it is.

But no, it wasn't normal. Not with him, not with the bubbly MacTavish that was always lighting up the room, no matter of the vibe. Right then, he seemed like he was at loss of words, and only thing that kept him busy was your hair. He was fucking braiding them, and you wondered for a minute or two where he learned that shit.

Maybe he has sisters or something – you thought, leaning more onto that comforting touch.

"He got hit because of me, Ros." he finally spoke. Quietly, like he was afraid what you're gonna say about it, and it came out a bit muffled; if someone else was here, or a music would play, you wouldn't be able to hear him at all.

"There wasn't a thing that you…"

"I could check that blind spot!" he interrupted you, harshly.

Normally, you would snap back, like old times – you weren't the type of person to sell crap to, or to be yelled at. Right now, you were just concerned and worried about the state that he was in. The way he suddenly sat, his fingers going through his messy mohawk already, like he wasn't in the right state of mind.

"If he's gonna die…" he gulped, shaking his head to himself. "I'm not…"

"He's not gonna die. He's a tough motherfucker, Johnny." you whispered, sitting up too. Even if you couldn't see him, you placed a hand on his knee. "And even if you would check, God only knows the outcome. Okay?"

With that, you sat on his lap, not even thinking if that would be appropriate in a relationship you were in. Maybe not really, but you couldn't care less, when his arms wrapped around your body tightly, and he laid down with you, breathing unsteady. Your mission was clear; to calm him, and you were succeeding with being on top of him, not really doing anything else besides that.

His hands were caressing your back, from top to bottom of your spine, his eyes shut. To make this position more comfortable, you laid your head on his chest, allowing him to bury his nose in your hair. It was such an… intimate moment, when nothing else mattered, but only you two. Two stars in the whole galaxy of souls; yet, only the other person was important.

You thought, you could get used to that. His arms around you, hands being anywhere he wanted them to be – it was a common fact that you both were the touchy ones, and what was better than the two people who loved physical touch?

"Okay" he mumbled after a few minutes, shutting his eyes. "Stay the night."

You cleared your throat, thinking of an answer – should you stay?

"Please."

And with that, you were convinced.

"Alright."

His grip tightened, and you could fucking feel his lips kissing the top of your head, before he covered both of you more.

That was the second situation that you realized you might feel something more, but you brushed it off, trying to blame it on the situation you were in.

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deanstead · 2 years

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Murder Next Door || Part 3

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: When one of Jay’s neighbours is found dead, both he and Y/N find themselves right smack in the middle of what could turn out to be a very dangerous situation.

Word Count: 3,321

Tags/Warnings: canon-typical mentions of murder, blood, idiots-in-love

A/N: A lot happens in this part but I decided not to drag it out and finish it up here! This was really meant to be a one-shot but I got carried away and wrote like 8k+ words so I just split it into three parts. Hope you guys have enjoyed this! Floored by the positive response to this!!! Hit me up and let me know what you think!

MINI SERIES MASTERLIST || JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

Part 2

The timing of everything was hell, especially since they were right smack in the middle of a murder case. A murder case that you found yourself in the middle of. But even so, this silver lining was kind of a bright silver lining, so much so that you could almost forget about the looming threat.

Jay smiled at you as he put on his jacket.

“If anything happens, you call me.” Jay nagged.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I’ll be fine, Jay.”

He opened his mouth again but you stopped him. “I won’t open the door for anyone but you, Will or Intelligence.”

Jay smiled. “Glad to know you were paying attention.”

You didn’t answer, but you couldn’t anyway as Jay gave you a kiss. “I’ll call.”

Jay left the house in a considerably better mood than all the other days put together, and with a newfound determination that he was gonna find this guy no matter what he had to do to smoke him out.

Jay didn't even have time to take off his jacket at the district before he and Hailey were on the move based off of the new information they had - they’d tracked the burner phones back down to the stores and although there were some CCTV images, they weren’t enough for facial recognition. Despite that, one of the store owners remembered that the guy who had come in to get one of the burner phones on the list had used a credit card for a different purchase.

Jay glanced at Hailey, rapping on the door.

“Hi, Ms. Austin? We're looking for your father, Freddie Austin? We’d like to talk to him.” Jay said, raising his badge that rested around his neck.

The young lady who opened the door frowned. “What’s this about?”

Hailey spoke this time, with a smile. “We found some charges on his credit card that we’d like to find out more about. We just need his help, and probably yours.”

The woman frowned but stepped back to let the both of them in, anyway.

Freddie Austin was seated in a wheelchair, looking like it would take a toll on him just to leave the house, much less visit different stores to buy several burner phones.

Jay didn't say anything, Hailey naturally taking lead in the questioning. “So we tracked the purchase of several burner phones to a credit card in your father’s name. Can you take a look at this?”

Hailey handed over the slip to Freddie’s daughter and her eyes moved swiftly over the page before she nodded. “Yeah, I was going to cancel it but then I ended up using it for his daily expenses, groceries and stuff you know? I pay the bills anyway, so it’s still an active card. But I don’t even know where to buy a burner phone, there must be some mistake.”

Jay leaned forward this time. “Is there anyone else who has access to his card?”

There was a pause before she answered. “Yes… I brought in a caretaker recently. You know, one of those nurses that help with the elderly? Mainly for the times that I have to be at work.”

Jay nodded. “We need his information.”

On the way back now.

You sent the message to Jay, slipping your phone back into your pocket and glancing up at the darkening sky.

The meeting wasn’t supposed to have taken this long. In other words, you’d completely underestimated the time it would take, completely forgetting your editor was going to be there.

You pulled your jacket around you, quickening your footsteps just so you could make it out of the cold. Based on Jay’s last text, you figured he’d probably be home before you.

The rustling of bushes behind you made you turn just a little.

You’d been feeling like you had eyes on you for the most part of the day but you’d chalked it down to being a little paranoid in the daytime. But you weren’t sure you wanted to take any chances especially since it was getting dark.

It was the sound of footsteps next, shuffling footsteps which matched your speed, no matter if you went faster or slowed down. Now, you really were a little freaked.

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest and you wouldn’t be surprised if people on the street could hear it. Not that there was anyone around to confirm your theory.

You took one last glance behind you, barely registering the man behind you, his face hidden from view with a black cap, a mask over the bottom half of his face, his hands stuffed inside his pockets.

You turned back around quickly, glancing up to zero in on Jay’s building, mentally running your mind through what would happen if you started running.

Then you heard him start moving quicker.

You had no more time to think.

Slinging your bag across your shoulders more securely, you took off at a run, pumping your legs as hard as you could while reaching into your coat pocket for your bag so you could speed dial Jay’s number.

Focus, Y/N.

You weren’t sure if your call had connected but you took the steps up to the main door twice at a time, your fingers fumbling across the keypad that unlocked the door, panic really setting in when there was a beep indicating you’d keyed in the wrong code.

“Fuck.” You muttered, hearing the footsteps behind you sound like they were catching up with you.

You didn’t waste time, keying in the numbers again, hearing the door finally unlock with a click. You made it through, kicking the door closed with your foot and taking off towards the staircase, barely hearing the lock click behind you.

Even that didn’t stop you, as you reminded yourself that the last time someone had come in dressed as a police officer, you hadn’t beeped anyone in. Maybe he really had the code to the building, so you weren’t going to take any chances.

You stumbled up the stairs, hearing someone behind you, although you no longer knew if you were imagining it but you were too afraid to take a look.

You winced as you tripped, the impact of your knee hitting the floor buzzing through you but you scrambled back up to your feet and moved. The door to Jay’s corridor was right there and you pushed your way through it, colliding straight into someone, yelping in surprise.

“Y/N?”

Not anyone, your someone.

“Jay… someone…”

“What…” Jay glanced up behind you, noticing just a shadow that turned tail.

“Hey!” Jay yelled.

He looked down at you. “Get in the apartment now.”

You didn’t have the strength to argue. As Jay headed for the staircase, following whoever had been right behind you, you made the last lap to Jay’s apartment, closing the door behind you before you finally sank to the ground.

Jay put in a call to Voight while he was still on the street, glancing up and down.

“He put someone on her. I’m going to kill him.” Jay growled into the phone.

Adam and Kim had brought Freddie Austin’s caretaker in and he’d been in the interrogation room when Jay had left to check in on you. Voight assured Jay that they were handling it before Jay hung up.

But when Jay got back upstairs and opened the door quietly, you were out of sight.

“Y/N?” Jay called, stepping further into his apartment.

He was greeted by a moment of silence before he heard your voice. “Jay?”

You crawled out from behind the kitchen counter and Jay exhaled in relief, nodding. “Yeah it’s just me. It’s okay.”

Finally feeling like you could breathe again, you got up unsteadily as Jay met you halfway, enveloping you into his arms.

As you felt his arms go around you, your knees gave way along with the dip in your adrenaline but Jay pressed you against him securely. “Alright, come here.” Jay whispered.

Jay led you gently to the couch, before you even realized you were already crying, the leftover adrenaline pouring out of you.

Jay didn’t say anything, just held you tightly against him, one hand protectively resting on the back of your neck.

When you felt all cried out, you angled your head upwards to look at Jay, who glanced down at you. Despite everything, you felt this warmth as you lay there, huddled into Jay’s side. “Sorry.” You whispered.

Jay’s eyebrows met in the middle again. “What are you apologizing for?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and he tapped your cheek. “Stop that.”

“What are you thinking?”

You smiled back at him. “Thank god I’m in love with my best friend and that he loves me too.”

Jay stroked your cheek with this thumb gently, giving you a soft smile in return.

That night, Jay took out some of the frozen lasagnas just so you didn’t have to hear anyone knock the door and barely left your side, even going so far as to tuck you in that night.

As he got up, you reached out impulsively, catching a few of his fingers.

Jay turned to look at you but you didn’t say anything.

“Shall I stay?” Jay asked quietly.

Your eyes flicked up to his. “Can you?”

Jay smiled. “Always.”

So he climbed into bed with you, fitting himself right behind you so that you’d drift off to sleep, encircled by his arms and his warmth.

“Alright, we got a name.” Adam said, just as Jay walked in.

Afraid to get charged for anything more than petty larceny, the caregiver had finally spilled to Adam and Kevin, revealing that he’d indeed been the one to purchase the burner phones but he’d passed them on to someone he knew.

Jay took the document from Adam, scanning it closely, as Kevin quickly typed.

“Jay, I think this is it.” Kevin said, angling his screen towards Jay so he could get a better look.

Arthur Marsh.

“There’s one dropped complaint of stalking, that’s why the DNA didn’t turn up anything in the system but…” Kevin glanced up at Voight, prompting Jay to turn to look at their Sergeant too.

“Get the LKA and gear up.”

Kevin glanced back at Jay, who nodded.

“Chicago PD!” Kevin yelled, raising the battering ram and hitting it against the door, as it flew open.

Jay headed in first, Hailey right behind him, as the rest moved through the house.

Shouts of “Clear!” resounded through the house one by one from each member of the team, before Kim's voice called for their attention.

“Guys! You need to see this.”

Jay frowned, looking around the empty house once more before he headed to one of the rooms towards the back where Kim was.

“What do you…” He trailed off as his eyes took in the dozens of photos of Abbie littered around - the walls, the table, even near his bed. He could even see the pattern of thought through the photos. Far-off photos from when he’d been admiring her from afar, more close-ups as he got braver and then a photo of her with a guy which ended in rage - her face had been scratched off.

“Jay.” Hailey called, her voice somber.

Jay glanced around, feeling his heart fall to his gut at the stack of photos of you.

“Son of a bitch.” Jay growled. “He’s going after Y/N.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before Jay was out of there, getting into his truck alone and speeding off, not standing around to wait for anyone.

You were supposed to be halfway to Will’s by now but you’d gone a whole block away before you realized that you’d left the stuff for Will behind. You knew exactly where it was, which irritated you even more because you’d put it out to remind yourself and then walked right by it out of the apartment.

So you jogged up the remaining flight of stairs, diverting your mind from the memory of the night before and quickly entered Jay’s apartment.

It was a feeling that you had the moment you entered the apartment. Like something was off. But it was vague, so you just moved to reach over for the bag you’d left on the counter, lifting it and turning back towards the door.

You froze, as you saw him now, standing in front of you. In Jay’s apartment.

You felt the dread fill you, and you took a shaky step backwards. “Who…”

“I think you know.”

That voice sent chills across your body because you remembered it, like it was yesterday.

“Cold night, didn’t wanna have to dig around for my keys”

You stepped backwards, acutely aware it was taking you further into the apartment, but you didn't have much of a choice.

You could see his face clearly now as he stepped towards you, into the pool of moonlight that came in from the windows. Which could only mean he was here to do one thing.

You tightened your hold on the bag for just a second before you flung it at him, the weight of the cans of unopened beer and one bottle of wine hitting him with a thud and causing him to stagger backwards.

Taking that opportunity, you took off, thinking your best bet was to get to either yours or Jay’s room and lock it behind you.

You’d barely taken two steps when you felt him grab you, and you felt a sharp sting slice across your arm. You tried to sidestep him but he was faster, and stronger.

You felt strong hands grab you now, flinging your body against the wall to the side. The impact of your body hitting the wall winded you as you fell to the ground with a thud and you couldn’t catch your breath enough to move quicker.

He stepped up beside you. You smelt the leather off his shoes before you saw it, right in front of your face and you turned your face up to look at him, trying not to show fear.

“I always did like the feisty ones.” He said, dragging his words out, like he was confident he had all the time in the world.

He looked around, before he grabbed the one thing that was within reach that was heavy enough - a box that you knew for a fact was stuffed with case files.

You struggled to get up, the aches in your body protesting as he raised the box above you.

And, like he’d just appeared out of nowhere, Jay stepped in between the two of you, throwing a punch against the perp’s face. A punch that was hard enough to send him staggering, the box falling behind him and the case files scattering around the floor with a crash.

“Y/N, are you hurt?” Jay leaned over you now, his eyes scanning you.

“Jay…”

Jay let out a growl as he saw the slash across your upper arm but he had no more time as he heard the perp scrambling to his feet right behind him.

You saw the glint of silver in the perp's hand now as he charged towards Jay, the knife brandished in the air. You took a sharp inhale of breath, unable to even take your eyes off them now as Jay struggled with him in the middle of his apartment.

Marsh charged at Jay and Jay launched him over his shoulder and onto the ground with a crash, the knife clattering away as you heard the arrival of everyone else.

You exhaled, as you heard Hailey and Kevin arrest Marsh on the spot, your eyes falling on the knife that was just a few inches away from you, the knife that was stained with blood. Much more than there had been.

Jay was next to you in an instant, even though you heard an involuntary groan escape his lips.

“J…Jay?” Your eyes traveled down to the darkening red spot just off to the side of his abdomen, the knife had missed the police vest by inches.

Jay shook his head. “I’m okay. I’m okay, alright?” He reached down to squeeze your hand, but you could tell he was not alright, even before he sank lower to the ground, unable to stop another groan from escaping his lips, his breathing getting just slightly shallower.

“Jay!”

“Can I see him now?” You asked, looking up at Will.

Given the choice, you knew Will would be in the next treatment room checking on Jay as well. But Connor had thrown him out so he was stuck here with you.

Other than a slight concussion, some bruises and the gash across your arm, you were none the worse for wear. But that was only thanks to Jay.

“You heard Maggie. Jay’s fine, he doesn’t even need surgery, alright? Why don’t I go and…”

“Will Halstead.” You warned. “Don’t you dare leave me here.”

Will took one look at the expression on your face and sighed. He knew that there was nothing he could say that would convince you otherwise.

“Fine. But you are sitting in here.” Will pointed to the wheelchair.

You gave him a look.

“If Jay’s awake, I’m the one who is going to get his ass kicked, stab wound or no stab wound.” Will complained. “And now that you guys are dating, he’s going to kick me even harder.”

You pressed your lips together to hide a smile.

“Alright, come on.” Will said, rolling his eyes as he helped you into the wheelchair.

You were finally able to breathe better when you finally lay your eyes on Jay.

“Y/N.” Jay called, propping himself up on his elbow but wincing.

“Jay, slow.” You said gently, not even having the heart to be any harsher as you looked back at him.

Will glanced at his brother. “What did I tell you about being wheeled into the ED?”

Jay looked at Will. “Trust me, I’m about ready to jump out of here. I hate it here.”

You glanced at Will with a smile. “Fat chance. You got stabbed.” You reminded him.

“Will.” Jay pleaded, turning to his older brother.

Will glanced at the both of you, knowing better than to hang around. “I’ll talk to Connor.”

As Will excused himself, Jay glanced back at you. “How badly hurt are you?”

You shook your head. “None the worse for wear.” You assured him.

Jay looked unconvinced. “You’re sitting in a wheelchair.”

“Will said if I don’t walk in here on my own two feet, you’d kick his ass. I’m just being a good friend and saving his ass.” You answered.

Jay let out a chuckle, followed closely by a wince.

“Sorry.” Jay whispered, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You frowned. “What are you sorry for? You took a knife to the stomach because of me. I thought… I…” Your voice trembled a little.

Jay exhaled slowly before he reached for your hand. “I promised I wouldn’t let him touch you but…”

You just shook your head, pulling yourself up from the chair and perching yourself on his bed before you leaned in to give him a gentle hug, careful to avoid his wound. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

Jay pressed a kiss to your temple before he sat up.

“But we got him, Y/N. And you’ll be okay now.”

You sat closer, reaching out to stroke Jay’s face. “We. We’ll be okay now, Jay.”

Jay smiled. “I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled back at him. “I love you, J.”

Jay just leaned forward, despite the tug in the stitches in his side, and pressed his lips to yours. And with the knowledge that everything would indeed be okay, you smiled at his touch, even before his lips left yours.

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rocketyship · 6 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/rocketyship/731645627125186560/what-dont-you-like-about-the-i-have-no-mouth?source=share

Hey, um, sorry, but I'm still curious. (since I've only recently just discovered this story and the game based on it)

What exactly is it about game-version Ellen that you guys don't like?

I mean I get the general gist from watching Internet Historian's explanation of the game, but I'm guessing maybe there was something he left out..?

Okay so before I get into this just a warning for some heavy stuff such as r@pe.

The game sells itself on the idea of all the survivors being terrible people with fatal flaws, Ellen however doesn’t fit this narrative. While the other characters are forced to face their wrong doings that led to their traumas, Ellen is quite literally just a victim of a crime she had not caused. Ellen was a good person, who was attacked and assaulted. She did nothing wrong. What makes it even stranger, is how the men around her are pretty much jerks from hell and she is the only one with any compassion. (That in of itself is a dangerous trope about women, “woman good, gentle, and do no wrong”)

The game also suggests that not only does she have relations with the other survivors as in the original text, but that also AM is weirdly into her (which makes no sense to his character). Even when looking at just the text Ellen falls into the hysterical woman trope, and the game also leans into this as well as throwing the whole r@pe revenge/victim, insinuating that the best way to recover from trauma related to r@pe is just to confront it and slap it in the face or something. However (likely due to the writers being men who didn’t research the topic), recovering from this type of trauma is way more complicated than this game or story could possibly handle. In lots of media, especially older media, the only struggle a woman can have is when it relates to sexuality or gender.

While yes we can argue that this is a horror game and meant to disturb, her story is less disturbing and more so frustrating and bizarre. Not particularly helped by the fact that in the game’s attempt to humanise her to the audience by giving her the literal worst experiences, IT STILL OBJECTIFIES HER. In Ted’s story, where his love for Ellen is revealed, it comes less across like that and more so as him viewing her as an object for his fantasy. “To be the great knight saving the princess”, it makes little sense. Ellen’s story has nothing to do with him, heck none of the other stories have anything to with each other, so why the heck is Ted so obsessed with her? His reason for being attracted to Ellen isn’t even that he loves her as a person and would want a life with her, she is literally the only woman in the group which just makes it so much weirder. It reminds me so much of the great Gatsby, where Gatsby doesn’t actually love Daisy, she just represents what it is that he wants. And the fact that “saving her” and sending her to heaven is the good ending just makes it so much weirder.

I am not the best person to talk about this, but generally you will find within the fandom that most people dislike her story for these reasons or more. I don’t really want to get to into it, as it’s a heavy-heavy topic, that I and many others seem to agree wasn’t handled correctly.

#i have no mouth and i must scream #ihnmaims #am ihnmaims #ted ihnmaims #ellen ihnmaims

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Hello, Purva bhadrapada, Leo stellium native here, I also wanted to add that I think purva bhadrapada, since it is Brahmin caste is probably more prone to this, then punarvasu and finally vishaka, who in my experience is the most materially/self interested Jupiter nakshatra, which is why we see it in so many celebrities compared to the other two, especially purva bhadrapada.

I've always been at the role of teacher/smart one since I was a little girl, I've always been a bit parentified and I think that comes out a lot in my relationships with nodals, since I'm the one who has to keep things in control, now that we are on the topic, I'm gonna trauma dump about my Magha sun, mula moon friend 😭

I don't want to bad mouth her since I do still have affection for her, but this woman put me through so much. One time she face timed me whilst she was drinking, she got so drunk and then started driving! She face timed me whilst she was drunk driving talking about how sad she was, all whilst I could hear all the dangerous turns she was making, so I called her mom to come get her, I couldn't do it myself cause I live too far away. The next day she wouldn't stop complaining about how pissed she was that I called her mom on her, talking about how she got in trouble, but what was I supposed to do? WATCH HER DIE ON CAMERA?! She made me the villain and not our other friend who she also face timed, who is also nodal.

Another time, she was dating this dude and SHE ALWAYS DID WHATEVER HE SAID FOR NO REASON, one time we were all hanging out as friends, a whole ass group of people, and this girl started sucking this mans dick in front of us 💀😭 like they were not slick in the slightest, I caught sight of it and then I tried to politely tell them to stop before the others noticed, she did not stop and others caught them, to which they all collectively said "Wtf? Stop please" AND THEN SHE COMPLAINED TO ME ABOUT THIS? HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO TAKE YOUR SIDE? 💀

Another time, I was really busy with some work but she texted me about how suicidal she was feeling and how she wanted to attempt, I stayed with her the whole night trying to talk her out of it until she just stopped talking to me all together, I panicked and spent hours debating whether to call someone, since I don't know if she really attempted something, but I didn't want her to be mad at me again. It was one of the most anxious nights of my life. Eventually, she called me and said she was fine 💀 I SPENT ALL THAT TIME WORRIED AND SHE DIDNT SAY ANYTHING! that was my breaking point and I just cut contact with her after that

The worst part of all of this is that she never took any interest in my emotions or any of the problems I had, in all the years of friendship we had I only opened up to her twice and I regretted it immensely both times. She never took any time to take care of me, and would always accuse me of telling her what to do after giving her advice THAT SHE ASKED FOR!

Anyway 💀 yeah it was traumatizing

💀💀💀💀 I'm glad you've cut her out

My Swati Sun, Magha Rising ex was somewhat like this. He texted me saying he's having a panic attack and does not know what to do (at like midnight) and then after I text & call him mad worried, he does not respond. He texts me back the next day afternoon saying that "it was just a spur of the moment thing, I'm alright" like wtf??? He always kept me on edge with his mental health stuff and I was always made to feel like I'm on suicide watch only for him to turn around and be like "oh I'm over it now bc I've drunk away the last thought I had in my head"

He once video called me at 8 in the fucking morning because he wanted company while he smoked

Let me just say that there was a clear imbalance in our relationship bc I had to watch out for him while he did batshit stuff and I could never do the things he did and expect him to have played the supportive role 😒

There was another Magha Moon girl I used to know who completely did unhinged shit, she jumped from man to man every week (not slut shaming, just pointing out poor choices) in India, the arranged marriage system prevails and she received a proposal from some 5'2 30 yr old (when we were like 21) who was loaded 💸and her family rejected the proposal and she was already dating some deadbeat loser. Guess what she did after she broke up with the deadbeat loser many months later?? She started talking to the 30yr old guy who came to her house with a marriage proposal 😭and literally 2-3 weeks later he publicly announced his desire to marry her at the wedding of a mutual relative and she said "I'm not interested in marrying you" PUBLICLY, it was super shameful for the families and all parties involved bc like ??? what on earth was she thinking??? he made his intentions clear from the get go??? did she think she could hook up and rebound with the guy who contacted her family with a goddamn marriage proposal??? and she played the victim when in reality throughout their 3 week tryst she led him on and on and on, why didn't she say she would never ever marry someone like him?? so embarrassing lol

There was a Magha Moon guy who I had mutual friends with and he's a complete deadbeat loser. He hasn't finished his degree (he was my senior at uni) he's broke as hell and all he does is go on road trips and drink till he drops and he had the audacity to ask my friends if I'd be interested in seeing him and I was like 🤢🤮ew no and he literally repeated this process every month no joke. He's asked me out more times than I can count, he's made our friends ask me on his behalf a billion times and I'm like ??? how oblivious or lacking in self awareness do you have to be?? He always told them that he thought I was "hiding" my interest in him 🤮🤢🤭so idk I feel like Nodals can be supremely delulu

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Ooooh, the Sci-fi commission!!

Dabi is so excited about everything and that makes me excited about everything too. This is so descriptive!

Lol, Dabi complaining about the voice the translator gave Shigaraki is really funny. Like damn, why give him a hot voice when he's already so scary looking?

"Do you feel safe here, little one?" Sir-

Let's not worry about the fact that the planet is documented as uncontacted but Shigaraki knows that other sentient species have space travel-

"His translator beeps to tell him he was threatened" that sounds like such a useful feature, ngl. Body language and nonverbal cues must be very different among species, so having stuff like this programmed in sounds like a good idea

Shigaraki: "this hospitality is an exception. Do not get in my way or I will kill you" Dabi: "sure, okay. But, do you have time to answer a few questions first?"

Dabi is so whipped oh my god.

Amazing worldbuilding. I love every second of this. There is so, so much to take in but it doesn't feel overwhelming. I'll definitely have to reread this to catch all the details though :D

To be fair, it seems Tomura didn't attack first. And he was outnumbered. Not that, you know, killing and eating six people is good. But he has his reasons. And Kir are extremely territorial, especially the woman. Tomura did tell Dabi that.

Poor Dabi though, having all of this thrown at him. He and Tomura were bonding :(

Oh my God Tomura is so cute though. He likes Dabi at this point, absolutely. Ahh, he's so sweet.

Ah, I expected this to come up. Tomura can, in fact, smell the fear on Dabi. And as a hunter, it's understandable that he like that smell. Oof, misunderstandings suck, but I find this to be a bit funny, too. Poor Dabi.

"Hungry" the translator says, but I think that might be a different kind of hunger then what Dabi is thinking of ;)

Dabi whimpers. The translator: "aroused"

Magne: "Dabi, be careful. He is extremely dangerous. He has killed multiple people." Dabi: "Fuck him, you say? Let him fuck me?"

Double dick :))

Lol. Tomura stuffed Dabi's mouth so he woudn't bite. Not like his bite would do much (to his skin, at least). Dabi, on the other hand, is simply a size queen with an oral fixation

"Do humans not eat their mates?" "Not like that" oh my God

Also, I adore that Tomura fucked Dabi and then kept him close, fully expecting Dabi to try and maul him afterwards. The horny hot the best of him. (Also he likes Dabi too much to risk hurting him when there's a chance things will be okay afterwards)

"I can show you what we use our mouths for" They're both so incredibly horny (and down bad for one another)

Oh my God, they are so in love. This is so sweet, I swear I almost cried at the ending. Ahhh, they deserve to be happy together. And Dabi can still be in contact with his friends ocassionally too and ahhhhh-

I do wonder, are the others human? I mean, we know Spinner isn't, but what about the others?

Lol, I cannot help but imagine Tomura meeting the crew (maybe, at some point). Tomura, just completely wrapped around Dabi because it's day and he loves his warmth (and loves being close to him) and the others see them together and know that meeting Tomura might be one of the best things that ever happened to Dabi

God, Tomura was so down bad for most of this fic. He's such a simp. I love it.

I'm so glad that you enjoyed it! There's definitely a lot of detail in this one that I was so excited about sharing and I'm so happy that you had fun with it!

The rest of the crew are humans, Toga too, but she is still in high school, though she's planning on entering the program so that Twice can be her mentor when she graduates!

My headcanon is that over the course of the next year and a half Dabi and Tomura work out how to make this sustainable for the two of them and Dabi is able to send enough of the uzut back for Exovin to decide to keep him stationed there permanently, which means popping down to build him like an actual house and stuff. (Tomura is growling and snarling the whole time, but he really, really wants his little one happy and comfortable so he allows it.) The rest of the Ingenuity crew immediately give Dabi the BIGGEST side-eye as soon as theyre introduced, but they follow the rules and are very polite and only come down one at a time until Tomura gets used to them. And he ends up with a modest house built into the side of the mountain with connecting tunnels down into the caves so that Tomura can have space when he needs it. After another couple of years Dabi would invite his siblings to come visit as Tomura is way better at being social now (turns out if he doesn't think a species will cause him harm, it's way easier for him to open his territory to them, but he only lets people visit if Dabi wants them there and only of they don't leave the house unless accompanied by them both). Fuyumi would be so confused that Shigaraki seems straight up scared of her, which Dabi would tell her that he's just like that with women, he was terrified of Magne too, since female kir are about 13 feet tall and have a second set of arms to rend flesh with and a bladed tail. But he would be a big cuddly snake-cat around Dabi, always staying close in case his siblings tried to hurt him. He wants his human happy and healthy and since he is a social species, Tomura knows that these little visits have to part of their routine.

(And it turns out that uzut is essentially the fountain of youth in fruit, straight up making people functionally immortal if they eat it enough, which Dabi finds out in like 4 years when his scars are totally closed without his staples and he hasn't aged a day and neither has Tomura. (Hence why the kir evolved to have the women kill the males after mating, because it was a way to keep from overpopulation becoming a problem) and Dabi is so glad he told Exovin that the fruit can't be harvested off planet without sending bombs on their spaceships because he doesn't want to know what the rest of the universe would do with that information, he'll just fake his death in a few decades after stealing a bunch of equipment so he can keep calling home. ...I thought about this too much lol)

Thanks for commenting!

#tanco speaks #ask #asks #im on my phone and i swear to god autocorrect has gotten so much worse and more useless

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Mini Fanfic #1135: Hot Fangz Strike Again (Sonic)

4:34 p.m. at Smash Direct Mall Shoe Store......

Amy: (Eyes Begins to Sparkle at the Shiny Red Boots Sitting on the Podium Front of Her, Rouge and Vanilla) Oh my gosssssh!~

Rouge: My thoughts exactly. Those are some stunning looking autumn boots.

Vanilla: (Turns to Amy) They would look wonderful on you, dear~

Amy: Right!?~ I-It's like they're specifically made for me to wear them!~ ('Sigh') But I spent a lot of stuff here today already. There's no way I have enough to pay for these boots.....

Vanilla: We can pay them for you. (Turns to Rouge) Right, Rouge?

Rouge: (Happily Nodded in Agreement).Yeah, definitely.

Amy: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Genuine Surprise as She Turns to Vanilla and Rouge Back and Forth) Really? You sure? I-I don't wanna ask too much from you guys or have you pay something for my sake.

Rouge: Oh will you relax, hon? It's your birthday today!~ (Walks Closer to the Podium) Just think of it as a nice, collaborative gift from us to y-

A woman walrus suddenly barges herself in out of nowhere and purposely swings her hips hard enough to knock Rouge over towards the pile of shoe boxes nearby.

'THWAP'

Amy/Vanilla: ('GASPS') ROUGE! (Quickly Comes Over to Rouge's Side)

Vanilla: Are you okay, dear?

Rouge: (Groans a Bit in Pain While Letting Amy and Vanilla Help Get her Back Up on her Feet and Out of the Fallen Shoe Boxes) A headache is starting to arise, but I'll live.

????: My goodness~

The trio turns to the woman in question, smugly smirking at them along with four other ladies beside her.

????: Forgive me, dear. I didn't quite see you getting close to MY red boots there.

Rouge: (Glares at the Warlus Woman While Sweeping the Dust Off of Her) Lady Walrus. I see you're as pushy as always......

Amy: (Starts Glarong at the Woman as Well) And what do you mean YOUR red boots? The three of us found those boots first!

Lady Walrus: And now you're far away from them like the slow pokes you are.

Rouge: We WERE here first until you came in and SHOVED ME!

Lady Walrus: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, you're more than welcome to play the blame game all you want. All I know is that the saying: Finders keepers, unimportant, mid class losers weapers.

Ladies: Yeaaaaah.

Amy: (Starts Getting Enraged) THAT'S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO HOW THE SAYING GOES!!

Rouge: (Starts Cracking her Knuckles in Anger) And we are FAR more important than you think, you overweight, PIECE OF-

Vanilla: (Quickly Stands in Front of Amy and Rouge While Calming Them Down) Girls, girls, please! We can find ourselves another shoe store to shop at. There's no need for either of you to get so worked up. (Turns to Lady Walrus with a Darken Glare on her Face) Especially from an entitled, nuisance like her......

Lady Walrus: As I live amd breathe! I knew that face of yours were familiar! (Forms an Somewhat Evil Like Grin on her Face) Hot Fangz.......

Rouge: (Turns to Vanilla) Vanilla, you know this woman?

Amy: And you used to be known "Hot Fangz"?

Vanilla: (Simply Nodded) That's right. Back in my college years, I used to be part of a Biker Gang. Mimsy here was a part of our rival gang.

Lady Walrus: (Comically Glares at Vanilla) Quiet, you! I do NOT go by that name anymore!! (Places her Hand on her Chest) I am a proud co founder of the Mobius Homeowners Association and should be treated as such.

Vanilla: (Raises an Eyebrow) Really? I don't think I've ever recall seeing a Homeowner Associate act this immature and petty in her 30s.

Lady Walrus: I'M ONLY 29, YOU, INSOLENT BOOB! (Casually Pushes Up her Hat) And I have far since made a proper name for myself years ago. Unlike you and that loser crocodile detective you've married-

Vanilla: HIS NAME is Vector Crocodile! (Dangerous Walks Closer to Lady Walrus) And unless you wanna know it feels to have your head repeatly fractured by the heel of a shoe, I suggest you watch your tongue and keep my husband's name and his profession out of your privileged, yuck filled mouth, right now. Mimsy.

Lady Walrus tries her hardest to maintain her posture and stand her ground. It didn't take too long for the fiery, piercing glare of her old biker gang rival, to intimate her bad enough to have her shaking in her knees before finally giving in.

Lady Walrus: F-Fine! Keep the boots! (Quickly Walks Away With her Lady Friends Following Behind With Her) It's not they were going to fit to begin it.

Vanilla: (Let's Out a Somewhat Relived Sigh) It seems some things never change, has it? (Turns By to her Two Lady Friends) I'm sorry you had to see me like this, girls....

Amy: (Smiles Brightly) Are you kidding!? That's was the most amazing display of toughness I've ever seen in my entire life!~

Rouge: (Forms an Impressed Smirk on her Face While Crossing her Arms Together) Tell me about. You are one badass lady, Mrs. C~

Amy: The way you scared that lady out if gere without lifting a single finger! (Clinch Both her Fists Together in Front of her While her Eyes Begins to Sparkle) Ooh!~ You gotta teach me how to do that one of these days, you just gotta!~

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Easy there, dear~ I'll be more than happy to teach I know about being more assertive some other time. (Turns Back to the Podium) Right now, we need to get your those boots before-

Random Lady jumps out of nowhere and screams out "MIIIINE" as she grabs the shiny red boots from the podium before few more other ladies starts jumping in and fighting one another for them.

Vanilla: ('Sigh') A fight breaks out.....

Rouge: I was wondering when that was gonna happen.

Amy: ('Sigh') So much for having new boots for my birthday this year......

Vanilla: (Gives Amy a Reassuring Smile on her Face) We'll get you a brand new pair tomorrow. In the meantime, we better meet back up with the boys outside. Sonic says he has something very special to give.

Amy: ('GASPS') Really!?~ What is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!~

Vanilla: Well, I can't reveal ALL the gifts he got for you, but I can safety say that one of them is him showering you with love and affection!~

Amy: Hmmm.....That sounds too basic for a birthday gift. (Smiles Brightly Again) I'll take it! (Quickly Runs Out of the Store) I'M COMING SONICCCCCCCCCCC!~

Rouge: (Turbs to Vanilla) You made that gift up, didn't you?

Vanilla: (Smiles Sheepishly) Sort of? Sonic has already informed me about the beach party being set up amd accounted for minutes ago. But I can tell he miss that girl already.

Rouge: Sonic the Hedgehog miss seeing Amy..... That's something I never thought would come out of my mouth until now.

Vanilla: Well, they haven't seen much of each other since this morning, so it's not too surprising to see one of them start missing the other.

Rouge: True. I miss my Knuckie already.....

Vanilla: I miss my husband......(Turns Back to Rouge) Wanna give them our love and affection as well?

Rouge: (Nodded in Agreement) Let's. (Quickly Runs Out the Store With Vanilla Following Behind Her) KNUCKIEEEEEEE!~

Vanilla: MOMMA'S COMING VECTOR-KIIIIINS!~

Happy Late Birthday Amy Rose!!!

@cyber-wildcat

@caleb13frede

@rechicken-and-waffles

@albion-93

#sonic series #vanilla the rabbit #amy rose #rouge the bat #lady walrus #birthday shopping #humor #shoe shopping #sonic (mentioned)#vector (mentioned)#knuckles (mentioned)

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stormxpadme · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 No. 14 - Flare

Scogan Bingo challenge Soulmate: You feel the same sensations your soulmate is feeling (pain, touch, sexual)

Since it was Jean's death, to blame for triggering this whole thing in the first place, it wasn’t too extraordinary that at first, no one, including Scott and Logan, even noticed.

Hell, they'd just lost a woman they had both loved, each in their own way; of fucking course, they felt similarly shitty in the few days following the clusterfuck that had been Alkali Lake. None of their teammates, or of the children and teenagers at Mutant High, expected anything different from either of them than locking themselves up in their respective apartments right now.

Well, Logan for his part would at least not have put it beyond that obsessive asshole he was calling a team leader to dive back headfirst into his work immediately, admittedly. Or to train himself to death in the Danger Room.

Anything just to forget the same pain that Logan was drinking away in his living room in a not much healthier way, with one bottle of the hard stuff after the other on his lips. Silently, mostly unmoving, ignoring occasional headaches and rare bouts of nausea behind his forehead as his healing factor was, curiously, slightly busier than usual dealing with that auto-assault.

But … no. Judging by the few shy status updates that Marie was giving Logan whenever she came by uninvited with a tray of the most necessary carbs and coffee, Scott, at least until the morning of the funeral planned, was indeed barricading himself in that flat on the other side of the hallway. From time to time, he was giving the other residents a life sign by picking up, unseen at night, one of the water bottles from the otherwise untouched supplies that the other X-Men or the pupils kept leaving outside his door. No one had seen him since that quick trip to Washington after the Alkali Lake crisis but whenever an especially bad bout of memory and regret hit, Logan could hear the guy hurl some shit against the walls or sob particularly uncontrolled.

He was mildly confused every time how much that hurt from someone whom he suddenly found, he wasn’t loathing half as much as he'd used to anymore. Dwell on that, he didn’t for now, though; for that, he was far too busy screaming into his own pillows and questioning all his life choices. And make it to the bathroom as gracefully as possible every now and then, in spite of some weirdly intense dizziness in his head, as if drinking for a week nonstop was too much even for a feral. Getting rid of whatever body fluid even his robust system couldn’t just sweat out was all he could bring himself to for now, before going back to nursing the next drink. Not like he could have gotten up to much right now anyway, with that bitch of a headache. Which was just as well. Logan wasn’t the type to sit down in a black tie in a row together with other mourners and listen to speeches about a dead person from people who surely hadn’t even known Jean well enough to be qualified to hold one. He would have stayed the fuck away from that ceremony in the backyard either way. Accordingly, only a warning, dismissive growl came from his lips when Ororo entered his apartment without even knocking, signaling him with an unambiguous gesture to get off his ass, while Logan's enhanced senses could pick up in the distance that everyone was gathering in said garden. "'m not coming, so fuck off. I don’t do funerals."

"I don't give a shit what you usually do." Ororo only smiled bitterly when he winced at the expression feeling too crude for someone always looking and expressing themselves so ethereally. A gesture that dug deep lines around the downward-pulled corners of her mouth that Logan had never noticed before. Alkali Lake had let everyone – except for him, naturally – age 10 years or so. "Will you get up voluntarily or do I need to douse you with some rain? Honestly, the way you smell I'd do us all a favor."

"I said I'm not …"

Logan paused with a frown and tensed when the familiar bright voice of the mansion's leader from a certain apartment next door suddenly shouted Ororo's name, in an unusual breaking, upset tone. Charles had apparently tried the same job Ororo had come to Logan for … And whatever the guy had found in what had once been Scott's and Jean's apartment was obviously off.

With a curse, Logan jumped up when unexpected, bone-deep worry surged through him, cursing himself for not checking in person on that goddamn idiot over there at least once in the last few days. Maybe Scott was in a far worse condition than they'd all thought after all and had decided to try and end that miserable existence of his while everyone was busy in the garden … Logan didn’t get a chance to check because he suddenly had to hold on to the sofa backrest, his legs almost giving in under him as that weird dizziness and throb behind his forehead returned, too strongly to follow Ororo's hectic footsteps outside. Fuck, alright, no more vodka, at least for a few hours … How much his body was really betraying him for some reason, he only realized when an inhumane, gruesome pain like a blade to his guts suddenly hit his right upper belly, so strong that it got him to his knees at last, with strangled groans on his lips. What the …? Anyone not familiar with the characteristics of ferals would probably have told him now that it served him just right, after drinking basically his weight in booze for a week, that his liver threatened to give in on him out of the blue, only that didn’t make any fucking sense …

"Logan, we got an emergency. You need to take Scott …" Ororo, on her way back inside his apartment, froze on the spot when she saw him cowering there on the alcohol-stained carpet with a grimace of agony on his lips, clutching both his side and his head as he was trying in vain to breathe through whatever the fuck was happening. A look somewhere between utter bewilderment, a hint of amusement, and growing shock had the color drain even more from that beautiful face as Ororo covered it with one hand, slowly shaking her head. "You gotta be kidding me …"

Logan didn’t get around to asking what kind of fucking epiphany the woman thought she was having. Another stab into his brain as if he'd attacked himself with his own claws drew a scream from his lips while something in his belly felt like it was exploding, and suddenly the world went black.

*****

"If this is your idea of humor, Windrider …" Technically, Logan had been feeling significantly better upon waking up. The explanations as to why that was, both from Ororo and from some weird blue furry guy who was in the process of moving into Mutant High to take over Jean's medical duties, apparently, immediately made him nauseous again though. Not to mention the insignificant little detail that he couldn’t even have gone up from that damn medical stretcher to try and run and hide from what he'd just been told, even if he'd been willing to leave Scott alone in the sick bay with two apparently clinically insane people. Exhaustion was sitting in every cell of his body and his mind, making every movement hard work. He was slurring his words, his attempts to wrap his brain around why that was significantly slowed.

And all of that … allegedly thanks to the man in the bed standing next to Logan's. More specifically thanks to the huge IV bags of narcotics that Scott was being hooked to.

This had to be a joke, this couldn’t be happening …

"Do you see us laughing? No one in this house has any spoons left for stupid pranks right now." After checking on Scott's artificially slowed but fortunately steady vitals again that the monitor belonging to all the fancy alien tech equipping these halls displayed, fur guy came to stand next to Ororo. The way, he rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, squeezing it softly spoke of those two going way back. Sharing many of Logan's feral characteristics, Hank must also be smelling the growing exhaustion in Ororo, a lack of proper nourishment, and especially the tears trying to come to the surface again and again. The woman wasn’t grieving any less than Scott and Logan did, and that their embarrassing little health stunt had made another delay of the funeral necessary surely didn’t help start processing the recent tragedy.

Logan was feeling sorry for her but with what was about to wreck his life harder than one of Ororo's hurricanes all of a sudden, he didn’t have emotional energy left for comfort right now. "You guys just told me I'm trapped in a forced marriage, so forgive me for calling bullshit on some pseudo-science fairy tale, King Kong."

"No one's forcing anything on you." Apparently sensing, Logan was feeling honestly more upset and lost by the second, Ororo changed from her chair to the bedside after giving Hank's paw a brief squeeze, and gently took Logan by both shoulders, effectively stilling his weak attempts to sit up even a little. When she bent over him, she scrunched her nose, blinking rapidly, for a second, causing Logan to make a mental note about maybe visiting a bathroom soon for something else than relieving himself after all. "Try to lie still, please. As long as we have to keep Scott under, your body won't let you go anywhere either. I'm sorry this is happening to you two, Logan, I mean it. No one saw that coming or could prevent it. It's fate, accident, a higher power, call it whatever you want. No one knows. The reason you haven’t heard about soul bonds before is that they're so rare, we didn’t even have an entry in our database of phenomena so far. If I didn’t happen to know two cases from my African homelands, we might not even have realized what's wrong with you two before it would have been too late. As this is a one-in-a-million thing, there's no records and hardly any science on it. We're basically flying blind here. You two are bonded in your minds now; that much we know. And as far as anyone knows, that condition is irreversible. But whatever you make of it, is only your choice."

"Some kind of choice." Logan snorted and turned his head away from the compassionate look in Ororo's dark eyes because he wasn’t sure he could deal with pity right now. Now his gaze was right back on that tall but worryingly thin shape on the neighboring bed, and that wasn’t much better. He wanted to be pissed at this guy just for existing more than ever. Yet he tried in vain to conjure up the same childish rage from the beginning at someone who was so damn different from him … And yet, not least when it came to their job and their protective instinct regarding those close to them, at the same time so very similar. Logan had never managed, not before Alkali Lake and especially not after Jean's death, to make any sense of how his feelings about this man had changed with time, into something that went far beyond respect for a strong leader. Into something that, at first glance, by the usual boring, standard social morals, hadn’t seemed to fit his affectionate yearning for Jean at all. And now he sure as fuck knew even less how to deal with Scott. "What choice do I got when you're telling me, he and I would probably be killing each other if we just ignore this? If I wanted to fuck off from here again for example? What do you think would happen then, if we feel everything in our body of what's going on with the other? I'm stuck here now, 'Ro, you know that as well as I do. Whatever plans I had for my own life, for finding my past, it's all fucked."

"Stop it with the doomsday funk. That's not like you." Ororo only grabbed his shoulders even harder to make him look at her again, and Logan could have sworn to see Scott slightly startle even in his induced sleep from the touch apparently indeed mirrored in the guy's mind. This was some fucked up shit, goddamnit. "I told you, we don't know anything for sure. But one of the theories is that telepaths are either knowingly or accidentally responsible for causing such phenomena with their powers. Which, by the way, you two might be contemplating once Scott is back to his feet. Maybe you can think of a certain someone who was trying to give you two a gift in her last moments alive, consciously or not." For a moment, Ororo's voice threatened to break but she put herself together when it was Logan this time, clumsily reaching for her hand on his arm. "I'm just saying, if this is a telepath thing, we happen to have one of the leading authorities on the subject in this house, you know. Charles already offered to engage in as many mental sessions with you two as is necessary until we get to the bottom of this. It's possible that with time, he can cut the bond. And until then? I'm pretty sure, with how fond that idiot over there is of you for some weird reason, he won't say no if you ask him for the occasional road trip to hunt down leads."

"Yeah, I'll pass on that until I educated the guy on bearable tunes," Logan gave back with a weak grin, an exaggerated shudder at the memory of a certain CD in Scott's car.

"Driver picks the music," Ororo reminded him with a weary chuckle, obviously glad, he could at least find something like a smile in him again in spite of the shitty situation. "For now, all you two need to do is take care of each other physically. What you make of that in the long run … If you can find it in you to explore what Jean might have thought could be between you there … That's only up to you guys. We'll help you with anything you need as much as we can, that at least I can promise you."

Logan ran a still very heavy hand through his hair with an absent groan, not even close to sort out the emotional chaos in his head yet. But since he had to anyway, he might be getting at least a little closer to trying now. Starting with that he'd be obviously obliged to be a lot more informed about the sick bay file of one Scott Summers than he'd ever cared for. "You can start by telling me why exactly I'm lying around here as if Rogue's just kissed me unconscious instead of spending another evening with my best friend Vladimir on the sofa."

"Yeah, about that." Hank cleared his throat with a scathing look distorting his animalistic features. "No more benders unless you two are both on holiday and you've cleared with Scott that he's okay with spending hours knocked out on the sofa. That your healing factor can deal with an amount of booze that would kill anyone else doesn’t mean he will be okay with being forced into a delirium without even touching a single glass."

"Yeah, well, tough shit, I'm not becoming abstinent because someone can't hold their liquor," Logan grumbled, fully knowing already that he wouldn’t be touching the same amount of alcohol anytime soon. Mostly because Scott was a lot more fun to spar with, both with words and in the gym, when he was of a sane mind. "Besides, you said, what we're feeling from each other is only sensation and not the actual cause, so it obviously wasn’t me who knocked Scooter out by accident. Wanna tell me why you really got him on a dozen needles?"

"Drug overdose," Ororo answered for Hank, surprisingly sober for a tidbit that punched into Logan's stomach like a steeled fist, trying to stir up that guilt again that he hadn’t checked on that stupid idiot across the hall in time. "Not what you think," she added immediately, to his relief, squeezing his hand again firmly. "I don't suppose you happened to wonder why you suddenly can’t hold your liquor anymore?" She demonstratively tapped her forehead with two fingertips, nodding jerkily when Logan's eyes went wide. "It's a flare of the particularly nasty kind. We think it's Jean's death that caused it. Intense emotional stress tends to cause mutation gifts to evolve. In Scott's case, that always means that his optic blasts are growing even more powerful, and that's always bad news. Since he can't control it and his shields need to hold back his powers all the time, there's basically nonstop pressure from the recoil on his brain. That's always been a problem. I don't know Scott other than on his weekly Advil ever since we met. But right now, the pain must be unbearable enough that he's almost shredded his liver to pieces with those damn pills. Nothing that Shi’ar medicine and tech can't fix, but unless we want to give him a complete physical overhaul to prevent organ failure every half a year or so from now on, we need to find a solution for this, somehow. Charles is already trying to contact the Shi’ar, to see if they have an idea. Unfortunately, with their ships millions of lightyears away, it can take months until such a conversation happens."

"And until then …?" The frown of honest concern and compassion on Logan's face deepening, he finally managed to sit up a little, relieved when Ororo got the silent, slightly embarrassed hint of his eyes darting to the unmoving figure on the other bed, and pulled the stretcher closer so that Logan could rest one trembling hand on Scott's arm. He shuddered instinctively when he felt how much weight Scott really had lost in those last few days alone. No wonder Logan had felt the need to fill his own stomach with as much fluid as possible. Yeah, that definitely wasn’t continuing, for reasons of self-protection alone. It was Logan's job now to look out for that guy … And with time, maybe, he'd be able to decide if that happened only because, while his body was equipped to deal with pain, Logan had never been a masochist. Maybe in truth, it was for a reason, he'd become an integral part of this team in the short time between Alkali Lake and Liberty Island, becoming a living shield, especially for this guy. Maybe it also wasn’t chance that it had been him and none of the others, to hold Scott in the moment of Jean's death when they'd both felt something crucial in their life break away, fall apart … Not realizing, something maybe just as important had been given to them in turn.

"Until then he'll have to try and get by with sensory reduction, as much rest as possible, and every amount of painkillers that his system can take," Hank explained gravely, sounding audibly unconvinced and unhappy with such a makeshift solution. "I can wake him up as soon as the Shi’ar tissue adhesive is done repairing his liver and stomach, and I guess he'll be out of here by the end of the week, but don't expect to see him return to work anytime soon. I hate to say this, but this might be a good time to consider taking over leading duties for either of you two."

"Yeah, not gonna happen, King Kong." Logan didn’t even need to look back at Ororo to know there was a similar look on her face. Neither of them was suited for the front row permanently; this was entirely out of the question. Not to mention that Logan was pretty sure that if Scott was now to lose the only other thing in his life he was so used to obsessing about? The next thing with regard to these shared sensations that Logan would have to witness was his own heart stopping to beat when the guy would throw himself on some sword or cut his wrists. The alternative wasn’t something that exactly thrilled him either … Then again, on second thought, maybe the idea vaguely forming in him right now would at least be a stale replacement for drinking his worries away which was notoriously off the table for the moment. "Those famous Shi’ar drugs you got there, McCoy ... Think there's some painkillers among them that'd do anything for me?"

"With your healing factor? Huh. We'd need to run a few tests, I suppose." Hank paused for a moment, rubbing through his beard with a thoughtful hum, not quite catching on yet what Logan was suggesting while Ororo already stared at him in both bewilderment and a good deal of respect and gratefulness. "You'd still be burning through the substances a lot faster than anyone else, but with an IV big enough … I guess we could get you through a couple of hours. I don't see why you'd need that though. Your body can repair pretty much anything within a couple of minutes, so there's no need to numb anything for you …" He paused, his glance falling on Scott's lifeless shape when he finally understood, and almost dropped the datapad he'd been swiping around on. "Careful there, Wolverine. You keep this up, they'll start calling you a nice guy."

Logan showed the guy an extended middle claw just for good measure and let out a silent curse when he saw Scott startle and stiffen again in his sleep, until the usual burning and stinging from the closing wounds on Logan's knuckles subsided. Well, that made it official: He was forbidden from anything fun from now on. So that was what being Scott Summers was like. Welcome to the experience or something. "Shut it, King Kong. Yes or no?"

"Charles will have to manipulate himself another trust fund just to finance the resupplies of all these extraterrestrial drugs that we're gonna need." Hank tiredly rubbed his eyes behind his narrow glasses for a moment but showed a lopsided grin then. "He's very fond of his current team constellation though so that's probably going to be a much smaller headache than our young captain here is dealing with right now. Come on, Ororo, I think we're needed for an urgent staff meeting in Charles' office. I trust you'll keep an eye on things here for us, Logan."

Logan had another vicious remark on his lips about hardly having a choice in the matter. But it was with quickly increasing resignation he found, amazingly, maybe he didn’t even want one.

*****

The first few days were hell. And that had nothing to do with the constant nausea and annoying fatigue from being hooked to aggressive chemicals for half an hour every morning.

Scott, to everyone's confusion, took the news far more composed than Logan had. Side effect of having been in a relationship with a telepath for years, Logan supposed. At least a mental bond wasn’t exactly anything new for Scott. Plus, the guy was still far too traumatized from Alkali Lake to get his panties in a knot even about making close acquaintance with someone he'd only used to fight with for the better part of their time together so far. Besides, with how blindly the dude trusted that shade bag Xavier still, after everything, he was probably having all his hopes on this annoying condition being reversed someday. Or he had decided that almost offing himself by accident over one life-shattering incident in his life was more than enough for the time being and that he had no emotional capacity right now, lamenting over a couple of inconveniences.

Logan couldn’t even loathe that compartmentalizing asshole enough for being so unfazed, to drown out the growing attachment he felt to him, with every hour they inevitably spent from that day on more. And there were lots of those. Finding a mutually useful working rhythm for their new life situation was about as exhausting as anyone would expect. When everything going on in someone else's body was inevitably mirrored on your own, you couldn’t help but deal with it, explore it, possibly reverse it if it was anything bad. Truth was, Scott and Logan hadn’t talked that much in all that time that they'd been knowing each other. And with each thing, Logan came to learn about that supposedly rich kid douche whom he'd wanted to punch in the face in his first days at Mutant High, he felt more like a fucking idiot.

Thanks to his amnesia, there was obviously not a lot he could return the favor with, of learning about atrocities in Scott's life like teenage drug trades, Essex and a lot worse captivities than with Weapon X. But Logan at least tried not to be a total asshole when Scott unambiguously told him, for example, that one glass of booze at night was more than enough and that he could very well do without feeling like having a heart attack in the gym every day, just because Logan couldn’t control his caffeine intake.

Logan, on his part, quickly cured Scott of the habit of using the damn bathroom far too rarely because not everyone had the height of a damn tree and the bladder size to go with it. Logan's kink list did not include a constant pressure to piss, thank you very much. He also made very sure to drag Scott to Hank every other hour, in spite of all cursing and resistance, whenever Logan felt something else sting, burn, throb in his body that definitely did not belong there and that Scott had never bothered to get checked out in all these years. Those Shi’ar scanners and tools got a lot to do in that first adjustment period.

And no matter how much Scott pretended to hate him for this every time, he never failed to come by Logan's apartment afterward with a six-pack for another evening of watching some game on the couch until they both fell asleep in their respective corner. Their yelling matches in the first three months after Jean's death were legendary, they were told later, but at some point, miraculously? They had sorted it all out.

The fact that at this point, Logan had also basically moved into Scott's apartment because that had simply made things easier, was just a side note in their very personal little soap opera. It never failed to amaze Logan how comfortable he'd become in Scott's presence, so much that he didn’t even really think about it anymore when he fell asleep on that damn couch to the sound of some game or waded into the shower half-asleep in the morning. Which helped to get at least somewhat awake before their usual drug session at the sick bay that was keeping Scott's headaches at a manageable bay for the rest of the day. Maybe, some things, you didn’t need to question. It was a quickly familiar rhythm of recovering, teaching, waiting for good news from Charles' office in vain, and another evening of either a friendly chat on that couch or watching their favorite teams fuck up on TV in comfortable silence, over leftovers or takeout. Something, Logan thought he could get used to in the long run. Accordingly, he didn’t even think about it that much when one of these nights, after the light had gone out, a certain natural urge hit. It was honestly surprising that this hadn’t happened before, given his feral instincts were usually very basic in that regard, just like about every other natural body function. With all that had happened lately, Logan had mostly just ignored the thought whenever it had come up, too exhausted or busy or both to follow it anyway. But feeling something like peace again after all the excitement, maybe for the first time in years, even, he found on that night, lying alone in the dark as so often, he was too riled up to fall asleep. He wasn’t too shocked anymore at contemplating if that maybe had to do something with walking into the bathroom to a stark naked Scott in the shower by accident earlier. That wasn’t a bridge either of them was even remotely ready to cross yet, and Logan had never been in a hurry about such things anyway. But denying that it was a remarkably attractive piece of behind on his mind right now, that he'd spotted there before creeping back out the door silently, would have been a lie. Or a, thanks to some resumed training very well-defined, broad shoulder line. Those sinfully long, strong legs … Definitely a nice image to recall when Logan slipped one hand into his loose sweatpants without thinking much about it, not surprised at how hard he suddenly was. This wouldn’t take long. Moving his fist up and down his aching length with his eyes firmly closed, he allowed himself to indulge in a fantasy he was no longer shying away from, of what would have happened if he hadn’t sneaked back out earlier, if he'd joined Scott in the shower instead, maybe … Exploring that attractive body with his hands and tongue, licking off every drop of water while he went to his knees for the guy, ever until that cute piece of ass would be right in his sight. A twitching, untouched hole just waiting to be devoured with his tongue while his hand would be busy, playing with those heavy, large balls …

"How about you get into my bed and we continue things there before you make us both come early, Claws?"

That low, hoarse voice from the direction of the bedroom had Logan startling so much, he promptly almost fell off that stupid sofa. Tearing his hand away from his straining erection, his cheeks were suddenly a bright red as he realized how thoughtless he'd been for a moment, not even considering that yes, of course, Scott would feel that too. Not the touch itself, not that, thankfully – not from their own hands, at least. That part at least, their connection had spared them. Which was not a given, as they'd found out painfully in the very beginning, during a sparring session in the Danger Room with the others. Neither of them was a very tactile person on principle; therefore, that every touch from someone else on their soulmate, they would experience themselves, too, hadn’t occurred to them until then. Not before the first full body check from a fully metal-encased shape ramming Scott's, promptly sending Logan flying to the ground from the pain as well. After that, they'd known better than not keeping their distance from people even more than before. That surely most inconvenient part of their connection though did not affect what they did to their own bodies themselves. So Logan had been neglectful for a moment, not even considering what kind of sensations giving in to this primitive desire might be causing inside his mate anyway ...

Seeing in the weak shine of Scott's bedside lamp now how flushed the guy's cheeks were, hearing him breathe slightly faster and irregularly, and spotting a definitely very interesting-sized bulge at the front of his night pants, Logan decided, maybe that had been one of his more sensible decisions lately.

Never bothering with a verbal answer, he got up and swung over the back of the sofa, more stumbling in his sudden hurry to get to Scott than walking. Ignoring the slight stinging on his own scalp as he buried both hands in his mate's hair, he pulled Scott down to him for a desperate kiss, moaning in need when he felt against his stomach how hard his lover was already, the air heavy with a hint of sweet salt and both their labored breathing. His tongue deeply slipping into Scott's mouth, Logan found with exasperated amusement, he needed to dial down on the cigars because the guy definitely tasted a lot better than he did.

But Scott didn’t seem to mind a lot, willingly opening his lips for him to let him in. Already, large, impatient hands stroked under Logan's shirt, raking through the fuzz on his chest, massaging and groping everywhere they could reach. A whimper came from Scott's lips when his fingertips found Logan's nipples and tugged, harshly enough for Logan to make a note about how rough his lover apparently liked it in bed. Then he startled with a sigh of pure pleasure as Logan bit down on his lower lip in retaliation, almost hard enough to draw blood. "Fuck … Need you … Want you, Logan …"

That last part, that was the important thing. That was what Logan had maybe needed to hear to act on these long-simmering desires. Because that they needed each other was clear ever since the day they'd been bonded, and neither of them had asked for that. But how much, how quickly and intensely they'd fallen for each other after that, that had been only their own decision. And now that Logan knew it had indeed been a mutual one, he was more than ready to finally give in to that wish to take their connection to the next stage. Unable to wait any longer, he dropped to his knees, casually pulling down Scott's pants as he went, his mouth already on that fine dark layer of hair on the base of his destination as he inhaled his lover's grounded scent deeply, his fingers clenching down on that beautiful ass just as he'd fantasized about it a minute ago. Logan had to try hard not to come on the spot when he immediately experienced that dominant hold on his own body – that was definitely something he still had to get used to in spite of all experiences of a similar kind in the last few months. Finally getting his mouth on the head of his lover's thick cock made it torture to hold back as he felt his own straining length worshipped with long, greedy licks, the pressure of a curious tongue, of tightly working throat muscles as he easily swallowed that beautiful piece of cock down, holding Scott in place by his grip on his lover's hips. Just imagining what it would feel like once he'd actually get around to playing with this perfect ass, to bury himself in that tight channel to the hilt, had Logan's head spin. He was pretty sure, there would be a lot of rings of a certain kind involved in the immediate future for such encounters, to keep his peculiar feral stamina from ruining things half a minute in, thanks to that assault of sensations from two sides at once … But for now, none of that counted. For now, he enjoyed simply his partner's taste on his tongue. The way, Scott was shaking and writhing under him and the pleading sound of his name on his lover's lips as Logan's hand was firmly closing down on the root of his cock, his balls, keeping both himself and his mate from coming too soon at the same time. With his head quickly bobbing back and forth, his tongue darting forward to tease Scott's loins, the underside of his cock again and again, Logan found every lingering anxiety and grief for everything that he'd lost in his life subside at least for the moment, drowned out by that double sensation of basically sharing one body with someone else. Something that he'd dreaded so much in the beginning and that now gave him an unexpected kind of peace in a period of his life when war was once more around the corner every single minute. When he finally loosened his grip around his lover and thrust his head forward tightly once more, swallowing firmly around Scott's jerking cock until he could feel his lover come straight down his throat, while spilling his own load all over his hand and the floor, Logan decided that maybe, Scott and he didn’t even need to worry that much about if Charles would ever make it to separate them again.

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fragileizywriting · 8 months

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"you have a gift," she tells him.

"you're talking about my dick, aren't you?" adrien replies. when she doesn't even blush, just stares at him with what must be all the stars in the world in her eyes, he bursts into flames, mouth thin and wiry and fangs poking out the bottom. "princess..."

who could blame her wanting to put that divinity in her mouth? maybe she's too much. nah. he's excited— they both are— this is the first time that they've had each other alone, and while she likes having more than one person to focus on during sex, god knows it, this is good, too. so good. especially when adrien's crawling on his back, scooting up against the headboard, and she's following behind and purring.

it's been a week since they've gotten together and she hasn't had him alone.

sure, she's had him and only him, but that's when luka is sleeping, or showering, or very much occupied with something while marinette wants to eat. if she didn't know any better, she'd say that adrien is scared to be alone with her (having luka nearby, adrien just needs to shout and he'd wake up) but really, how much damage could she possibly cause against him?

"i think your cock is nice."

he locates a pillow. there are many. stuffs it into his lap and crosses his legs. stares at her with unwavering bravery that lasts about two seconds before he's puffing out a weak laugh. "you... are terrifying, sometimes, you know that?"

oh, she can smell how he's leaking. "why?"

"open the door wearing the most dangerous looking sheer robe ever," he wheezes. his eyes follow the way she rolls down the collar of the robe, letting it hang from her shoulder, revealing naked skin. "you planned this."

"i've never had just you before." she crawls closer.

he squeezes up against the headboard. "right."

"you and your gift."

"the most surprising part out of all of this, i think," he starts, breathing out the most broken, choked out sigh when she presses her cleavage together some more. "is that even when you say the dumbest things ever, you are the most arousing woman i've ever met in my life."

she'll take the complement. "you're too sweet."

"i feel like a virgin."

"by all accounts, you are one."

"is that why this terrible seduction is working on me?"

"i don't have to try really hard to woo you," she replies, batting her eyes in a way that she knows makes all the things that should soften up to soften, and all the things that should get hard to harden up. his shoulders go slack, his mouth fills out now that he's no longer humiliated, and no doubt that royal gift of his is getting even harder to ignore. she can solve that for him.

"did you just call me 'easy'?"

"you have been the most difficult man of my life, but at the same time, if a boob is what convinces you to have sex with me, i'll take it."

"you're using some kind of magic on me," he mumbles, when she's settled into his lap and is pawing at his shirt to come off. "i can't be this easy."

"i'll put in more work next time," she promises, barely paying attention to what she's telling him. "but trust me, it's not necessary."

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spice-and-fire · 9 months

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eat, flederprey, love ❀ fang & meera

TIMING: Months ago LOCATION: Bigfeet’s Adventureland PARTIES: Meera @the-haunteang and Fang @ronin-for-hire SUMMARY: Meera hires Fang to help her rescue a friend from "vampires." CONTENT WARNING: None

After she received a private message hiring her to deal with vampires in Bigfeet’s Adventureland, Fang immediately set out to finish the job as soon as possible, bringing with her her usual hunting gear that was mostly comprised of her oni facemask and her trusty katana. But she had never been to the place before, so she had to take her time, consulting the directions her landlady, Sara Fukuhara, had so charitably shared with her.

When she arrived at the place, she immediately took to the shadows, lurking as she searched for any sign of a vampire or two. The damned monsters were often as elusive as they were dangerous, so when she noticed someone else in the area, she immediately tagged them as possible prey. Or possible bait. Fang grinned as she watched the woman walking around, hoping her quarry would soon reveal itself to her. Then she can cut its head clean off of its shoulders and get paid. Easy.

Meera didn’t want to be there. She didn’t want to be anywhere close to “vampires” or whatever went bumping in the night. She already had plenty on her plate at home, what with her ghostly ancestors randomly showing up to scream and whine at her. At least that’s what she thinks they’re doing. Most of the time, they were incoherent, hard to understand, and all they ever were were annoying distractions. Years ago, she’d be afraid of them. These days, though, they’ve become badly timed jumpscares.

“Tariq!” Meera whisper-yelled under her breath. She wanted to be heard, but only by the employee she was trying to find, not by the so-called “vampires” that were supposedly flying around. This was the last place Tariq was according to her sister, who also informed their employer of the fanged menaces in question. Khadija wanted to go look for him herself but the girl was too sickly to go anywhere, especially at night, so Meera had to play the responsible boss.

“Where’s that handler person thing? It’s been like over an hour? Are they even going to come? Goodness, why did I even message them instead of the cops?! I must be losing my mind!”

Fang stalked the woman, lurking behind the shadows she used as veils to keep herself hidden. Either she was just a normal idiot or she was playing the part of a normal idiot to draw her in, making the slayer reveal herself before she transforms into a more formidable version of herself. Like those damned vampires. Smart, Fang thought. Classic bait and switch. Or classic bait and trap. Whatever worked.

Slowly, silently, Fang crept up on the woman. She discreetly unsheathed her katana, about to slice the other woman’s head off, or at least checking if the nearby slight movement would alert its supernatural senses, when she heard it complain about…a bunch of normal idiot stuff. Fuck, Fang heaved a sigh as she sheathed her katana again. Neither of those actions revealed her to the woman, so the slayer instead poked her on the shoulder. “Hey,” she calmly stated. “You the one who hired me to handle the vampires?”

Meera screamed. Like her life depended on it. Like she was about to die. Like everything inside of her needed to come out through her mouth. Even as she stared at the newly arrived woman in the face with her eyes wide in horror, she still screamed, arms crossed over her chest, as if that would be any defense, as if that was enough protection. When she finally tired herself out, she began to pant. When she was finally tired of panting, she took a moment to catch her breath.

Hands on her knees, she raised a finger, gesturing for the other woman to wait as she tried her best to regain her composure quickly. If the other woman wanted her dead, she would’ve done so in the first few times she started screaming. Maybe that would have spared her from looking like a fool right then and there. Certainly would’ve spared her from the makeshift asthma attack. “O-okay… Y-you’re the vampire hunter?” Meera looked over the woman from head to toe. She didn’t look like a vampire hunter. “Are you sure?” What would an actual vampire hunter even look like?

“You okay?” Fang raised an eyebrow. She had to ask. If she died right then and there, out of shock, then she might not get paid. There wasn’t anything more than that from the slayer. This was all about her rent money, not some strange woman’s stranger health. Screaming like that in a place like this? She should be thankful Fang wasn’t an actual monster. Otherwise, she might’ve screamed her last. “Yeah, I’m the…slayer.”

When she asked if she was sure, Fang took a step back, taking offense to that statement. It reminded her of the early days of her training in Japan, when the other students of her late mentor questioned her as well. The old man had brought her in after none of her surviving relatives wanted to take her back. She wasn’t experienced in killing monsters, sure, barely even athletic, but getting an “are you sure” from the other students made her worried about her own survival. If the master would throw her back, out into the streets, she would die. She needed to be sure.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Fang squinted at the woman, annoyed at her very animated actions. Heaving a sigh, she shook her head and stowed her katana, keeping her voice low and deep, just in case this woman could not keep a secret, which she seemed like it, to be fair. With all that screaming and doubting. “Are you sure there are vampires here? And you have the money to pay me?” That last bit was just petty revenge.

“I’m fine,” Meera finally managed to calm herself down fully. She was still a little suspicious about the other woman, though. Well, maybe somewhat suspicious of things about her. After all, she was supposedly a monster hunter or whatever but she wasn’t asking for much and she was advertising it online like one of those scammers on that list website. What was it called? Ah, phooey! “Slayer? That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

Meera was quick to realize she had done or said something to offend the girl with the sword but wasn’t quite sure what. Maybe it was just her? Maybe she was just that off-putting after having spent so many years not socializing, afraid to accidentally scare new friendships when a ghost related to her inevitably popped up. But then the woman questioned her finances, and to someone who wasn’t sure she was doing her dead relatives proud business-wise, it was an insult of the highest order. “Y-yes, I’m sure! I have the money, how dare you?! Why would I hire you if I didn’t? Let’s just find my friend, okay? He might be in trouble right now.”

Fang simply rolled her eyes. She did not have time for the woman’s side comments. She did not even come up with that name. In Japan, they were called something else. She had been calling herself that something else before she found out what the local hunters were calling themselves, and since she was stuck here for the time being, she felt it more appropriate to adopt the local terminology than stick with the name from Japan. Either way, it wasn’t even the point of all this. “What does your friend look like? Do you have a photo on you?”

Fang tried her best to focus on the business part of this interaction. She didn’t want to get stuck out there with the frantic woman any longer. As long as the client had the money, she’d bear with them until the transaction was over. Fang’s clientele wasn’t really as great as far as clienteles go. Most of them were annoying, privileged, or even just plain lazy. But they good money, and Fang needed that good money. “You can pay half now and then half later,” she stated without a tone but extended her hand for the dough. All business.

At the questions, Meera immediately scrambled to retrieve her phone from her purse. Once she had gotten it out, she showed it to the other girl while still browsing for a photo of Tariq, accidentally showing her random and blurry selfies that she had taken, mostly with the ghosts of her dead relatives but unless she had the sight, the slayer-for-hire might not be able to see them and would just think these photos were terribly shot selfies. “He’s…a bit on the short side, but he’s really nice and kind and does everything at the shop.”

“Oh, well, okay,” Meera gave the other woman her phone as she once again scrambled to retrieve something else from her purse, this time half of the promised payment. It was a regular deal, come to think of it. Half now so if it was a useless errand, at least the hired hand wouldn’t feel as ripped-off. Maybe she’ll tuck that idea somewhere in her mind’s purse. “Should I come along? I feel like I should come along in case you forget his face. I’m Meera, by the way.”

Fang took her time staring at the photo supplied to her by her employer. She tried her best to memorize the guy’s face, but to be honest, who else would be dumb enough to be there? Let her rephrase that thought: Who else, that wasn’t the three of them, would be dumb enough to be there? At least Fang could defend herself against the vampires. This…Meera? Fang had major doubts she could even defend herself from a four-year-old kid. “All right, then,” she heaved a deep sigh, turning her attention to the area at large. “I’ll take it from here.”

When Meera suggested she come along, Fang almost burst out laughing. No offense to the woman but she did just get scared easily, and she does strike Fang as someone who was rather better off watching things unfold on the side than risk herself for something she had no idea what to do. Not a lot of people knew what to do in situations like this. All the vampire fiction they consume from the mainstream media? Not as useful as actual experience in fighting actual vampires. “Oh…no, you should just get back to your car and wait for me to bring him back. Or drive back home and wait for me there. Where exactly do you stay? Scratch that: Where would you like me to bring your friend once I rescue him? You do have a car, right?”

“Oh, uhm, okay?” Meera wasn’t quite sure how to take that response from the so-called slayer. The first part, she was okay with. Of course she was going to take it from there. After all, that was her job, and Meera trusted her as a professional to be able to do her job better than the medium could only imagine. Her almost laughing at her, though? That was a little unnecessary. Also her doubting that she had a car. Of course, she had a car. How would she had gotten there if she didn’t have a car? “I do… I guess, you could bring him to my car? It’s the only one at the curb right now.”

Meera turned toward the curb, where her car was. It was hard to see clearly from where they stood, so she wasn’t even sure if the other girl would believe her, but it didn’t really matter, did it? She wasn’t going to just wait in her car. She was going to do her part and bring Tariq home. No matter the cost. She owed it to him, and Khadija, and herself. She wasn’t going to just play the innocent civilian in this scene. Also, wouldn’t it be much safer to go with the slayer than be alone in her car? “Do vampires also need to be invited inside a car to attack someone? Because I feel like I’d be much safer next to you.”

“Got it,” Fang nodded at her employer before turning her full attention toward the greater area of Bigfeet’s Adventureland where Meera’s friend should be, Fang’s target. “Bring him to your car. At the curb.” Those were the only things she needed to hear. It was a simple job for a decent amount of money. Nothing more, nothing else. The rest, the experienced slayer would be suited enough to handle all by herself. Just slice and dice some vampires. Easy peasy electric sushi.

But then her employer had a great point. An annoying point but it did make a lot of sense. She’d definitely be much safer with Fang than alone in her car at the curb, especially if there were more than enough vampires to distract her while they fly away with her cash cow, especially with how Meera seemed panicked and inexperienced with vampires, though to be fair, an ordinary citizen should not have to be burdened with such experience.

With a groan and with a sigh, Fang relented, shaking her head. “All right, but stay close,” she almost growled as she tightened her grip on the hilt of her katana and slowly proceeded forward. “Do you know how to defend yourself at least?”

“Defend myself?” Meera psh’d at Fang, in complete disbelief that she would even ask such a question. Of course she could defend herself. Anyone can defend themselves. Right? Heaving a sigh at her own uncertain thoughts, she scrambled to find something in her purse, showing it to Fang once she had it in her hands. It was pepper spray. “Of course I can defend myself!”

At the time, Meera was defiantly proud at the revelation that she had pepper spray in her purse. If she had had enough time to think it through, however, she’d question how effectively pepper spray can actually defend her against these vampires. But she didn’t have the time or more precisely the luxury of time to do all that and more. Instead, she immediately followed Fang’s lead, skulking behind her, pepper spray at the ready.

“So, uhm, how long have you been a, uhh, vampire hunter?” Probably not the best time to make small talk but Meera was scared, and sometimes when she’s scared, she talks a lot. She was also extremely close to Fang’s back, only inches from holding the latter’s sleeve to make sure she wouldn’t get lost in the park like a lost child. Or lamb sent to slaughter. Either way felt appropriate.

This was most definitely not the time for small talk. Fang and her stubborn client were slowly making their way inside the park, bodies hunched and closer to the ground to try and be stealthy about it, which the talking wouldn’t help. What it would help, though, was maybe calm Meera down. Fang was often oblivious to such things, but the woman was very transparent. It didn’t take her long to realize her attempt at small talk was a cry for help. Sort of.

“Ever since my parents died,” Fang whispered back, not realizing she was unloading a brief version of her traumatic backstory to a complete and total stranger. “We were on holiday in another country when our car crashed because of a monster. I survived and was taken in by a local slayer who trained me to fight monsters in the dark. I’ve hunted more creatures than just your vampires. Less talkative and egotistical creatures.” That last part was a lie. Most of the monsters she’d encounter before had their fair share of egotistical moments. It was just easier to continue the stereotype unfortunately.

Meera blinked. Not just once, not just twice, but more times than she’d have cared to count. Or liked to care. Or thought she could in a span of seconds. The vampire hunter had just unloaded her tragic backstory to her, and she wasn’t quite sure what to say back. She didn’t even expect her to respond, if not just shush her like people always did. Was that a good thing? Was the unexpected response better? It was starting to seem that it wasn’t. It just made her feel a bit uncomfortable, if not embarrassed and awkwardly scrambling for an appropriate response.

“Oh, no,” Meera gulped. “That’s so…sad.” In retrospect, maybe she should’ve just kept her mouth shut, but it was still better than just going ‘there, there’ like she was the other woman’s mother and the other woman was her child. That…just didn’t fit well, not even as an image in her head. Unexpectedly, Meera blurted out loud when she found a figure seated in one of the currently abandoned carts of a roller coaster ride: “Tariq!” Unbeknownst to the inexperienced Meera, it was a trap laid out by the things that were watching them in the dark. But Meera didn’t care. Not for her own safety. All she cared about was finding her friend. “Tariq! It’s me, Meera! Are you all right?”

What. The actual. Fuck?! Fang would’ve screamed at her client if she could afford blowing her own cover, revealing her currently safe position. The woman knew there were vampires all over the place. The woman had been scared of them from the get-go. The woman should’ve been less of an idiot and smarter at how she should have gone about this. But Fang also knew that emotions, especially the ones that gave you relief after worrying too much, often clouded someone’s judgment. Despite the danger they had put herself in, the woman was probably just extremely happy to see her friend still alive and kicking, the complete opposite of the worst that could have happened to him. She couldn’t say the same for her now.

From the corner of her eye, Fang noticed something move toward Meera. It came from the shadows. A hunter. Not a hunter like her but a vampiric hunter. A creature born of night and hunger. An abomination created by evil. Fang immediately swung into action, grabbing her katana by its handle, and swiftly slashing at it as she lunged out of her hiding spot, catching the damned thing by its…wing? The creature squirmed and squealed on the ground, and only then did Fang realize something confusing, the reason why she only sensed it when it started moving in the darkness, not before. “This isn’t a vampire,” she frowned, before turning around to look for others like it. One was fine. A swarm? That would be a mistake. “It’s…not alone.”

Meera screamed. As soon as something tried to fly toward her, she let out the loudest, most frightened scream she could muster. Her hands also flew but only over her head, as if that was enough defense from whatever the heck the monster was. When she could steal a glimpse at it, she realized the slayer was right: It was not a vampire. Or wasn’t it? It didn’t look like a traditional vampire, neither broodingly hot nor pasty white ancient. It did look vampiric, something with wings but not an actual lower half of a body. “What the heck is that thing?!”

Gulping, Meera threw her hand over Tariq who was unconscious on the cart that was part of the entire roller coaster thing. “Tariq? Tariq, wake up! It’s me, Meera! You’ll be all right! I found you! We’ll get out of here soon. I found a vampire hunter. She’ll keep us safe,” she tried her best to wake Tariq up but he was unresponsive, only groaning in turn. At least he wasn’t missing any limb, though there was a bit of blood around his neck. Meera gulped again, hoping that didn’t mean what she thought it meant. She then turned to Fang, alarmed at her final statement and furious at the same time. “What do you mean it’s not alone?! You can take out the rest, right? RIGHT?!”

Right. Fang took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She took a moment to concentrate, searching for her, what her late mentor liked to call, center. It was always something she believed in wholeheartedly. Even before her parents’ tragedy, their upbringing already allowed for something akin to it that she would readily believe.

Faith, in her culture at least, was not the same thing in essence to the kind of faith this part of the world liked to believe in. There was no singular god to save them all, even though that didn’t mean there was no place for such a being. Rather, everything had godly essence, which when corrupted turned into the monsters she hunted. Faith was not just bound to religion as well. Faith could be found everywhere, and at this moment, faith was Fang and her swordsmanship.

Without the expected battle cry, Fang slashed at the first flederprey that tried to attack, opening her eyes at the same time her steel rendered its wings unusable. Two more came at them, two more were disposed of. When a larger swarm came flying toward them, the slayer clenched her jaw. Without looking at the civilians behind them, she offered them a quick warning: “Head down. Stay down.” The Fanged Oni then began slashing at the oncoming cloud of death, wincing as some of them survived her retaliation, as some of those survivors even managed to scratch and bite her skin. Stupid beasts driven by hunger, deprived of intellect. It did not take long for Fang’s blood to poison those that tried to consume it, bubbling like scalding oil from within.

As the swarm of bat-like vampire things or whatever the things were began to launch their ambush, Meera could do nothing else but defend the unconscious Tariq with her body. She looked around fervently, trying her best not to get surprised by one of them, even though she was already surprised and could not even fight them. Still, she persisted, gulping and sweating, as she put her body on the line to protect her friend.

Catching a glimpse of the vampire slayer slashing the monsters on her own, Meera almost ran to her defense but realized she would only be a burden to the obviously experienced expert. Besides, Tariq needed her more. When the warning was given, her eyes widened in horror. The swarm she thought was frightening enough? It was a mere scouting party composed of fewer than five creatures. The actual swarm was like a blanket of darkness, the many wings combining with their screeches, a symphony of terror.

Meera froze in fear, just standing there, as Fang dealt with what she could, using her sword to take down as many as possible. The few that survived her defense rushed toward Meera and Tariq, the latter’s body less viable as a target with the way it was slumping in the cart, almost fallen to the floor, but as the medium closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain that was inevitable, a ghostly figure appeared before the swarm could even touch her, screaming as it pushed her down on the ground. The swarm flew past her and Tariq, screeching as they fled.

Fang took a deep breath, bracing herself for the second fly-by. She never expected a single brush with monsters. All her life, she was thought to expect that they’d attack over and over again, until they were put down. It was their instinct to kill and hunt and eat, as it was their instinct to kill and protect and survive. But lo and behold, much to her shock, the swarm never returned, instead fleeing the area. Why? Was it because of her? Or was it because of something else?

Catching a glimpse of Meera down on the ground, Fang rushed to her side, checking if she was all right. Most people would expect that she was being kind or nice or even human, but the fact of the matter was, if Meera died, she wouldn’t get paid the rest of her fee. Survival trumped anything else, at least for someone like Fang. “You okay? We should get out of here before they come back, though I don’t think they will. At least not for a while. That your friend? I’ll need help dragging him back to your car.”

At the sound of Fang’s voice, as well as her suddenly startling presence beside her, Meera instinctively opened her eyes, wide in fear and concern. The medium didn’t even think twice. With zero hesitation, she got herself up, off the ground, and hurriedly grabbed Tariq. The slayer-for-hire had the best point: They needed to get out of there. As soon as they could. Before the swarm could come back and take their fill of them, of their blood or whatever those monsters liked to gobble-gobble like deranged turkeys. “This is him! My car’s at the parking lot. It’s the only one there.”

Together with Fang, Meera lifted Tariq and dragged him along, his arm over her shoulders, the rest of his body slumping over her every other step. The medium was not a woman of action. This was all new to her, so she struggled whenever she could, almost stumbling here and there, stepping over her feet every other second. Meera breathed fast and hard, as if in a race, and a race it was, a race to their safety. In her head, she could hear those wings flapping fast behind them. Was the swarm back for seconds? Meera huffed and puffed, forcing her feet to be faster. They were so close to her car. They were almost there. Just a few more…

Fang did his best to help Meera with Tariq, though she kept her other arm free just in case she needed to take out her sword and start slashing the flederprey that would think they should keep fighting. And there was a few, around three of the creatures that tried to attack them again, swoop down at the three to give them cuts and bruises for souvenir.

Fang fended them off with her katana, but despite her many wild slashes, only one or two actually made contact with her unlucky targets. She glared at them to boot, and when the trio neared the parking lot, the creatures must have decided it was no longer worth it and flew away, back to their swarm.

With a groan, Fang dumped Tariq in the back seat of the car while grabbing at Meera and pushing her toward the driver’s seat, a gesture that should have told her to start her damned vehicle. As soon as she deposited the friend safely in the car, Fang herself took the passenger’s seat next to Meera and heaved a sigh of relief once the doors were closed.

“Go, go, go!” The flederprey swarm didn’t come back for them, at least they weren’t around visibly, but Fang didn’t want to take that chance. She wanted them to get the hell out of there as soon as possible, her job done. Some other local hunter would take care of that mess. All she was getting paid for was to get the friend out. Easy peasy… “...lemon squeezy.”

Fang didn’t have to tell Meera twice. As soon as all the doors were secured, all three of them in her car, the inexperienced medium put the pedal to the metal. With an adrenaline-fueled, but totally not appropriate battlecry. More like a scream, but in her head it was a battlecry, less scared and more courageous. “YEAH! So long, you gross bloodsuckers! Suck on these—” she cut herself off when she realized she was losing it. “…vampires looked weird, didn’t they?”

“Should we go to the hospital? I don’t think Tariq is wounded. I think he’d be better off at the tea shop,” Meera kept her eyes on the road, even as she tried to steal glimpses of her fallen friend. He didn’t have any wounds on him. At least as far as she could have seen in all that night. Still, he wasn’t wet anywhere, so even if he had wounds, they’d probably be closed already. Unless… “Is he going to turn into one of those things? Also, is this how you spend your nights? That’s messed up!”

The road back to the tea shop was long, at least longer than she’d like, but at least it was quiet. Well, with the exception of Meera struggling to make small talk as a way to calm herself as well as everyone else in her car, nothing else stirred. Thankfully not bat wings in the dead of the night. She’ll probably have to sleep early for the next few days. Then again, she had ghosts at home, so they’ll probably keep the vampires away, right? One of them even pushed her to safety. At least that’s what it looked like. Ghosts wouldn’t kill her, right? Especially not her ghosts relatives. “Should I drive you somewhere later or are you going to call an Uber back home? Where do you live anyway?”

Fang ignored the semi-personal questions the woman threw her way, not wanting to share intimate information that could get her in trouble. She simply mumbled that she would get off where her employer lived, which she assumed was the tea shop she mentioned. Get off the car, for anyone out there currently thinking green. Save the environment, right? “No, he won’t,” the slayer growled. “No bite marks on him…strangely.”

Did the flederprey not like his scent? Did they think he wasn’t fresh enough of a prey, suitable enough of nourishment for them? Do they even think? Fang had more questions than answers and she scowled at that fact. Those weren’t even vampires. At least not yet. Not as far as she knew. And how she spent her nights was not the woman’s business, though Fang realized she was most likely just saying things to calm herself down. She’s seen it before. Won’t be the last.

Finally, they arrived at some sort of family business at Gaitlin Fields. Best Exotic Tea? Fang raised an eyebrow at that statement. The woman did not look like an expert at tea or anything really, but tonight was filled with surprises. Quickly, she helped her with her friend, carrying him with her inside before dumping him on the nearest couch. Fang immediately searched him for bite marks and found nothing grievous. Just as she had assumed. She heaved another sigh, almost disappointed.

“Where’s my remaining pay?” Fang growled again. Once she had it, she’d get out of the woman’s hair. The job was done. The deal was over. She needed a shower herself and some much-needed rest. “You and your friend should stay out of that place until the flederprey are gone.”

Meera heaved a sigh of relief when Fang confirmed that Tariq would not suffer any detrimental changes to himself and his well-being. Between the two of them, or maybe even among the three of them, the hunter-for-hire was the sole expert on all things vampires, so Meera had no choice but to accept her prognosis. Not that she had any reason to think otherwise, too. Meera had zero basic knowledge on vampires, most of what she knew were from movies and books, and what had just happened to them at that place was not from movies and books.

“We’re here,” Meera nodded as she drove into the makeshift parking lot of Best Exotic Tea, barely enough space for five vehicles, but it was the best she’s got. Hurriedly, she parked her car, and with Fang’s help, managed to drag the still unconscious Tariq inside the tea shop and onto a couch where he could rest up. She looked him over one final time, concern all over her face, and frowned at his condition. At least Fang did another check on his body to fully ensure her earlier statement. “He’s going to be fine,” Meera muttered, not to convince Fang but mostly to convince herself. “He’s going to be just fine.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Meera scrambled to locate her purse, and the remaining amount that the woman had definitely earned tonight. “Don’t worry… None of us will ever go back to that place ever again.” Once she found it all, she immediately surrendered the money to Fang with an awkward smile, before immediately growing concerned as soon as the slayer began to leave the premises. “The fleder… Those things will be gone soon, right? I mean, I’m not just worried about me and my friends, but also about the other people that might get lost there or left behind or whatever?”

Fang was already on her way out when Meera asked her one last question. In her head, she wanted to just get on out of their, pretend she didn’t hear it, but the concern in her voice, well… Damn it. She just couldn’t walk out on the woman like that, like this. Something about Meera, something inside of Fang, melted, as if the former was a bright sun and the latter was a frozen wasteland that needed to thaw.

With a deep sigh, Fang turned her head to look back at Meera, mustering her warmest smile, which wasn’t as warm as everyone else would be able to do. It was like a toddler’s attempt: Half friendly, half annoyed. It was the thought that counts, though, right?

“Sure,” the slayer tried to reassure her employer as best as she could, considering Fang didn’t even believe the same. “Those things won’t stay there forever. Sooner or later, another hunter’s going to clean that place up, chase them out of there. That or they’ll get a brain, realize that they’ve been found, that that place wouldn’t make for a safe nest anymore, so they’ll just leave, fly away and never return.”

Another sigh. “But you have my number,” she nodded at the woman, hoping the concern on her face would dissipate soon. She looked better without them. Meera was annoying but her heart was in the right place. The world needed her smile. Or something like that. Fang heaved a final sigh before walking out of there. Staying a second longer might break her solitary mystique. “Call me if you need anything, Meera.”

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