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[luwritesstuff]

Heya! Can I get an Eddie Diaz x fem!reader?

911 is my newest obsession and I love his character :)

So sorry for the delay! real life is kicking my ass lately 😮‍💨 but i hope you love this!!

Moving Too Fast?

Eddie Diaz x fem!reader

wc: 1.1k

notes: afab!reader, no use of y/n. fluff, fluff, and more fluff :)

The first time Eddie said it, you thought it was a joke. You were on a call and complaining about having to drive all the way across town to get more clothes to stay with your boyfriend. It was a complaint you aired out often, you lived only a few miles from Eddie, but with LA traffic, the drive regularly took you over 20 minutes. Eddie shrugged his shoulders, “Why don't you just bring all of your clothes next time?” He'd said it so nonchalantly that you were sure he had been joking. Your patient began coding before you could ask and the topic didn't come up again until a few days later.

The two of you were alone in the loft of the firehouse on dish duty when it came up again. Which was really Eddie loading dishes into the dishwasher while you sat on the counter and watched, occasionally stealing a kiss. “Come over later?” He asked, shutting the door to the dishwasher and finally coming to stand between your legs.

You hummed and let your arms sling over his shoulders, “Can't. It's laundry day, and you know I have to be there so Mrs. Everly doesn't take my clothes out of the washer.” You weren't thrilled to be in your 30’s and still using a shared laundry space, but your apartment was rent controlled and really, you'd never had a reason to move. Until Eddie spoke again.

“You know, if you lived with me, you wouldn't have to fight anyone for a washing machine. I even have a dryer, too,” Eddie was so casual, again, and you had to take a minute to look at each other to tell if he was being serious. “I mean it,” he answered before you could ask, “Move in with me. I'm closer to work, too.”

And okay, he made some good points. You'd save so much on gas and his place really was nicer, but, “What about Chris? It's his home, too. And-” Before you could finish, the alarm was pulling you out of your conversation and down to the engines. The two of you shared a look that the conversation wasn't over, even if the rest of the day was back to back calls and you barely had a chance to catch your breath. Let alone make a major decision about the future of your relationship.

Later came when you were leaving the locker rooms and Eddie caught you before you could sneak out to the parking lot without him. “I already talked to Christopher about it weeks ago. What else is scaring you?” He was by your side instantly and reaching for your free hand.

You sighed and gave his hand a squeeze, “I'm not scared, Eddie. It's just a big decision, okay? And it's not one that I thought I'd be making today and it's just-” You stopped to stand in front of him, “It's a lot. I love you, and yes, eventually we should move in together, but-”

“It's a lot,” Eddie finished your sentence and leaned down to catch you off guard with a quick kiss, “I know. You don't have to answer right now. Just promise me you'll think about it at least?” He asked. And you weren't a monster, so obviously you nodded and leaned up to steal another kiss. After a promise to see each other the next day, you went your separate ways.

It wasn't really a conscious decision to show up on Eddie’s doorstep later that evening. But you were on your way down the half-broken steps to the laundry room and suddenly you felt ridiculous. Why were you about to fight an old woman over a washing machine just to stay in an apartment that was falling apart and in one of the most inconvenient parts of the city? Before you could talk yourself out of it, you decided that no, you weren't going to do that.

Which is how you ended up standing in front of Eddie with your laundry basket in your hands and a duffel bag slung over your shoulder. “You're not allowed to get tired of me. Or judge how many sweatshirts I have,” was all you said, letting the grin on Eddie’s face mirror your own.

“Deal,” he said and reached out to take the basket from your hands in favor of pulling you inside. “You're really sure about this? I wasn't trying to pressure you earlier, it just felt like something we should start talking about,” he added and you felt your heart ache fondly. Eddie’s need to check in only made you feel more secure in your decision.

“I wouldn't have just sat in that traffic if I wasn't sure, trust me,” you hummed and dropped your duffel in favor of reaching up to cup your hands around the back of Eddie’s neck. “You and Buck are gonna have to figure out how to get my dresser in your room, though. I'm not mixing my neatly folded clothes with your mess of crumpled up shirts.”

“I think you mean our room,” was all Eddie said before effectively ending the conversation with a firm kiss. “I love you,” he mumbled against your skin and dragged you down the hall to your room.

Later, when your clothes were drying and Eddie had gotten the rest of your stuff from your car, you were laying on his chest while he ran his fingers over your scalp. “Hey,” he spoke softly and sat up on his elbow to look down at you, “what you said earlier, about me getting tired of you. You don't really think that, do you?”

You shrugged and felt unable to make up some excuse with the way his brown eyes were staring into you. “I know you wouldn't, honestly. But you know about the last time I lived with someone I was dating and there's a reason I've lived alone ever since, you know? I know that this is the right decision for us, but I can't help worrying that it's gonna ruin this amazing thing we have going on.”

“That's not gonna happen, baby. You're it for me and I wouldn't have asked you to do this if I thought for even a second that it wouldn't work,” Eddie’s voice was reassuring as always and you couldn't help but agree. “Besides, even if we have second thoughts, Chris is never letting you leave. He's excited to finally have someone that cooks living here,” he teased. You rolled your eyes and pulled him down into a kiss, “You're right, I can't abandon him here with your disastrous cooking.”

“I love you,” Eddie promised.

You believed him, “I love you, too.”

[edupiii]

*slams head into marble counter top, causing cups to fall onto the floor with the sheer amount of force*

I HAD A THOUGHT. POSSIBLY EVEN A THEORY.

or im just late as hell to the party

Spoiler Warning for Episode 7 of Murder Drones Below

ALRIGHT! Now I KNOW this shit is going to sound kinda crazy but STICK WITH ME HERE PLEASE-

I was just wondering around YouTube and I got this video made by @sutekh94 (sorry if you didn’t wanna be pinged Sutekh, if you’d like i can take the @ out) suggested to me. I watched it cause I like to see what other people say about the cringy media I consume rapidly.

At one point in the video, Sutekh is talking about the end shot of Uzi being in sppaaaaace saying that she was “shot into Copper-9s orbit”. I paused the video and looked at the clip on screen which was this BEAUTIFUL scene. Absolutely stunning.

Now at the end of the new episode I had a brain thought that this could be an outside shot of Copper-9, but then I found that too odd. However, seeing someone else say it has me looking into stuff. So I went through all the times we’ve seen Copper-9 within the series and found that yes, this very much is Copper-9 and Uzi stuck on its orbit:

highlighted circle is of the Little Rock’s orbiting Copper-9 that bump into Uzi

We can see the rock orbits, the space between Copper-9 and the (possible) moons it has. The Saturn moon being close up in the first angle we see from the first episode, but it being far away in the newest episode. This shows the distance and that despite being seen as farther away now, the Saturn moon is still the one we see so commonly in MD during the night.

But I was confused why it was like this? Why would it lead to the planets orbit? I understand the planet has a massive hole in it, but still it seemed like an odd occurrence.

Now- this is where I start sounding like I should never be let outside in public spaces-

Before we see this final scene of Uzi in spaaaacee, we watch The Solver/Fleshaa/Cyn go down that exact same hole saying: “honestly, I’m starving.”

It also references eating earlier on in the episode when talking to N: “Let’s eat.”

The Solver/Fleshaa/Cyn came to Copper-9 to initially get rid of other solver users that it knew of (Uzi and Doll), as well as find the cross with the patched code in it. First it destroyed all possible evidence involving the solver and the patch (scene where it explodes the computers and lockers in episode 7).

Secondly, it goes after Doll. Doll was against the Solver because she refused for it to use her to “eat the planet”, to which Flesha says, “not sure it needs you buddy”, then killing her.

Next it went for Uzi. It was originally going to kill Uzi acting as Tessa, however when N decapitated her that was no longer an option. Instead, it shifted into using Uzis body. At this point, she also has acquired the cross thanks to N. It goes ahead and destroys that too, checking another box off the list.

The Solver then went to kill N but was stopped by Nori, causing there to be a new target added to its hit list. In the fight with Nori and N, the Solver shows little respect for Uzis body. On multiple occasions it try’s to get Uzi killed. It knew N would try to stop this from happening, but even if he didn’t save Uzi, that would still be a win for the Solver.

It then try’s to eat Nori, wanting to get rid of her as quickly as possible since she poses the most threat to its plan. It’s interpreted by N and then loses control over Uzi. However, Uzi then proceeded to PUNT her mom down the flesh hole, resulting in Nori to be checked off the hit list as well since she would be assumed to be dead.

With Nori, Doll and the cross/patch gone and Uzi no longer under its control, the Solver retreats back into its Flesha form, surprise attacking N and Uzi. I would assume that the Solver doesn’t perceive either of these traumatized goobers to be a threat, seeing as it try’s to kill the pair but ultimately fails.

With all other players out of the field, The Solver no longer has anyone it deems as a threat. Dropping down the hole in victory and into Copper-9s orbit.

The Solver as we have seen eats oil, drone cores and human flesh and blood. With all human life (possibly) being wiped out entirely by being eaten, the Solver is starving. The next best option: drones.

Copper-9s current residents are only drones. Specifically worker drones who have no weaponry or Solver powers. The drones have governance over themselves (aka, sentient), so the Solver can’t just brainwash or order them into being eaten. So it plans to do it in one big final swoop.

It has been said on multiple occasions throughout the show: eating the planet, eating worlds, etc. but i (personally) never thought of that being an actual possibility. With the Solver/Flesha/Cyn in the orbit of Copper-9 and all possible obstacles taken care of, it is free to gorge itself on the drone inhabited planet, finally satisfying its endless hunger.

I would think it would do this by creating a NULL void, as the endless void/black hole can be acquainted with the idea of a always starving being. Something that can never be full. Never satisfied. We see this with earth and the core of Copper-9. We can also see this in the other times we have seen the NULL void appearing: a flash back in episode 4, killing the Sentinels in episode 6, it being in the sky in episode 7 during the murder drone apocalypse and probably a bunch of other times I didn’t write down.

The Solver didn’t get to fully eat Copper-9 all those decades ago, but now it’s come to finish its meal.

If this has already been a known thing and im joining in late, i profusely apologize for wasting both your time and my own.

As for a motive for The Solver doing this: to eat. It isn’t fighting for the freedom of drone kind or fighting against humanity because of the way they treated the AI they created, but rather uses drones as vessels and a food source. Often, Eldritch beings have little reason to care for anything. They do what they please and it’s horrifying because there is absolutely no way to deter this force or even try to talk it down. It’s above emotion and morality. It is all that matters and those beneath are seen as nothing but insignificant animals to yield to its power. It doesn’t want to dominate or rule a universe, it just wants to consume it.

[autisticrosewilson]

Since the Loser Grant au is generating interest I figured I'd tell you guys how it came to be! The idea was actually from @perseus-jackass and they sent me this excerpt from the song Want Me by Baby Queen

And I was so obsessed with it that I wrote a little blurb about their first meeting!

Grant stops short, midway through a joke that no longer matters. His eyes find the boy again, gaze raking over tan skin and the way uniform shorts hug muscular thighs. Perfect dark curls frame a flushed face and when the boy turns towards him Grant can see a sharp grin and crooked nose. There's a smattering of freckles on his cheeks and a scar cutting vertically through his bottom lip. He's the prettiest thing Grants has ever seen, a vision lit by fluorescent lights like some kind of angel. 

"-ant. GRANT!" A voice reaches through the dreamy haze that's settled over him, and he sluggishly glances back to Jade who looks remarkably unimpressed despite being in the same room as a nymph.

"Who's that?" He nods towards his future husband.

Jade looks even more apprehensive when she notices who he's talking about. "Don't start getting ideas Grant, Jason's so far out of your league it's not even funny." She informs him.

Jason... "Not what I asked." He insists stubbornly.

"Jason Wayne, newest ward of Bruce Wayne. Honors Society, skipped a grade so he's in our year, student body president two years in a row, and he attends at least half the clubs on campus. He doesn't do any sports though, he's got some kind of condition that makes him more fragile than others. Probably for the best, if I had to live up to Dick Grayson in the athletics department... It would drive me crazy." She relays with a sigh.

So basically he's perfect. "How do you know so much about him?" Grant squints at her suspiciously. Sure they both have honors Society but that's more than she usually knows about their peers.

She fixes him with a deadpan look. "He's my partner in AP chem and we're both in the gardening club." 

"Is he single?" Surely not, Grant thinks, surely someone has noticed this angel by now. "Is he into men?" He continues.

"Leave him alone Grant, I'm serious. He's a good guy and he doesn't need you to be...weird. We don't want a repeat of last time." She says pointedly.

He hates when she brings that up. It's really not his fault he got caught, how was he supposed to know she had a dog? He's positive it won't happen that way this time. Besides this is different, she wasn't Jason. "Answer the question." He pleads. 

"For your information, I don't know. But I suspect he has something going on with Eddie Bloomberg." She tells him wearily.

Grant narrows his eyes. He'd heard, vaguely, of the guy. A lanky redhead who'd transferred from L.A., some movie producer's nephew or something. The most interesting thing about him is that he hasn't been permanently dress coded for wearing graphic T-shirts under his uniform shirt. A plan starts to form. Clearly, Jason is as in need of Grant's company as Grant is his. He just needs to get closer-

Jason glances his way, the prettiest brown eyes Grant has ever seen brush past him, that perfect quirk of lips is angled his way for just a moment and in that half second everything is right. Something inside him settles even as every nerve is lit up, poprocks under his skin. The moment is over as quickly as it started, Jason closes his locker and adjusts his books. When he starts towards his first class Grant moves to follow, pulled through space by the gravity in Jason's orbit, but Jade's iron grip on his shoulder stops him.

He yelps as he's jerked back, Jade looks more serious than he's ever seen her. "I'm serious Grant. I know how you get, with your...fixations. Jason is a good kid, I don't want you messing with him." She warns.

Grant scowls, shaking her off. He opens his mouth to pick a fight before he gathers his thoughts. With a sigh he lets himself untense. "Okay,"  he concedes, "I promise."

Jade eyes him suspiciously but nods. "Good." She closes her locker with a little more force than necessary. "Do you have any ideas for the project in bio then?”

~~~~~~~~~

I imagine he got around his promise to her by bringing up that Jason OFFERED to study with him! So it's not HIS doing that they hang out so much!! He tactfully doesn't mention that he's the reason they got paired together to begin with.

[otdiaftg]

Abby's and Wymack's cars are parked side-by-side at the curb at the Foxhole Court. Neil punches in the newest security code and leads the way down the hall. As they near the locker room he looks back at Kevin and says, "Let me talk to him first. He won't be in the mood to talk to anyone when you're through with him." Kevin keeps his eyes on the floor and says nothing. Abby is sitting in the lounge waiting for them. She starts to get up, but Kevin detours to her and buys Neil time to make for Wymack's office. Wymack's door is open just wide enough for Neil to see his desk. Wymack is surrounded by his usual paper chaos and has his phone to his ear. He doesnt't bother to move itineraries off his keyboard before trying to type one-handed. He looks up at movement in the doorway and motions for Neil to come in. Neil closes the door behind him and takes one of the chairs opposite Wymack to wait.

Day: Monday, March 11th / 12th* Time: 12:15 PM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

[careshub]

𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑮𝑶

basics.

age: 32 - 36

occupation: detective @ chicago 21st district, intelligence unit - badge number 58771

faceclaim: candice king

caroline elizabeth forbes was born and raised in the quiet town of mystic falls, virginia, where life was blissfully ordinary. known for her bright personality and determination, caroline originally pursued a degree in drama, dreaming of a life on stage and her name on big screens. that dream came to a crashing halt when her mother, sheriff elizabeth forbes, passed away unexpectedly when caroline was just nineteen. devastated but determined to honor her mother’s legacy, she switched majors to criminal justice and set her sights on following in her mother’s footsteps—joining law enforcement. the road to the badge wasn’t easy. despite her resolve, caroline was met with relentless doubt from nearly everyone around her. branded as “too sweet” and “too girly” to survive the intensity of police work, her classmates—and even some instructors—openly placed bets on how soon she’d drop out of the academy. caroline, however, turned every sneer and snide comment into fuel. determined to prove everyone wrong, she graduated and wasted no time leaving mystic falls behind to start fresh somewhere no one would expect her to succeed: chicago. landing in chicago with nothing but her curling iron and her dream, caroline crashed on elena gilbert's couch, who was attending medical school in the city. the arrangement lasted three months before caroline landed her first position with the chicago police department, starting out as a patrol officer at the 21st district. it was a tough job in an even tougher city, but caroline never flinched. her relentless optimism, sharp instincts, and surprising grit slowly earned her the respect she had to fight so hard for. now, after several years in the field, caroline is the newest member of the intelligence unit. though she lacks the hardened edge of some of her colleagues, caroline has a gift that sets her apart—she’s a natural at interrogations. with a disarming smile and those wide, trusting blue eyes, suspects find themselves opening up before they even realize it. she doesn’t intimidate often; she connects. and that connection has made her one of the unit’s most unexpected secret weapons.

random tidbits.

gets way too emotionally involved in cases that involve children and women, and will clash with others when they’re dealing with anything like that

volunteers at a domestic abuse shelter whenever possible

wants to adopt a huge dog but lives in a shoebox apartment

always wears black boots with a slight heel, neatly tailored trousers, and a concealed vest under a blouse. yes, she learned how to run in heels and no, she will not demonstrate

keeps her mom’s old badge in her desk drawer at work, and has a picture of liz in her uniform in her locker

known for her color-coded case files and aggressively organized workspace,

drinks three cups of black coffee a day but claims she doesn’t “need caffeine.”

keeps a list of all her closed cases in a leather-bound notebook, color-coded by outcome

^ more on that: she also has a tiny, private notebook where she writes down the major wins—just for herself. it has the names of the cases she’s cracked, the people she’s helped, the days she proved someone wrong. it’s her way of remembering how far she’s come and to remind herself she's doing something good, even when it doesn't look like it

has once threatened to tase a lieutenant for mocking a rape victim during processing

keeps painkillers, granola bars, and hand sanitizer in her desk. she notices when someone’s having a rough day and will show up with coffee without needing to be asked. aka she's the unofficial mom of the team

nicknames include: detective barbie, justice girl, commander cute, the valkyrie

[abra-ca-deadbra]

Ok! This part is finished! I have no idea if the characters are cannon compliant. But fuck cannon ig!

Do not feed this to AI! Do not copy without giving credit to me, since this is my writing. Have fun reading :D

Six could remember many things from his time in the Mojave. Like his curiosity with medicine, his wanderlust, the whole experience was the worst and the best thing to ever happen to Six.

But what he can't remember? How fucking annoying radio hosts can be. Mr. New Vegas was never as annoying as this 'Redeye'. He'd bet ED-E would agree too.

"And here it is folks! Our newest Vic being bested by a locked door! Haha! Oh man- are you gonna be there all day? Need I remind you that poison is seeping in?"

This Redeye guy laughed out throw the speakers on the wall, and Six felt like finding this guy and strangling him to death with his shirt. Wait. Some raiders don't wear shirts. Hmm. Oh! Six'll strangle him to death with his hair! Oh wait-

"Oh, shut up will ya? Ain't nobody enjoying your yapping!" Six yelled out, ED-E beeping angrily with Six, unsure on if Redeye could even hear them. But he can see them, so he can probably hear them, right?

"Aw! The Vics annoyed! Well, lucky you, you won't be alive long enough to act on it!"

New Quest Added!

Killing Redeye, Probably A Guy Named Russell.

• (Optional) Get Out Of This Hellhole Of A Maze

• Find Redeye

• Kill Gruesomely

It took a few more seconds, but Six got through the door, grabbed the password code thingey majig and finally got out of the room, with ED-E beeping out complaints behind him.

It was official. Six hated Redeye. And this maze. And Nuka-World. Damnit. He came here cause it sounded cool! Six didn't even like soda that much! He just wanted to see if these raider guys were housing a guy in a checkered suit, like the Legion had. But nooooo, Six had to go through his fucking labyrinth of traps and annoyances! And for what? To challenge this 'Overboss' guy? Ugh. Maybe Six should just turn around and leave. Oh wait! The doors locked behind them!

Now, after getting shot to hell, soaked with dirty Mirelurk water, they made it to a locker room. Six glanced around the room, hand still gripped around his revolver. A row of lockers was to his right, and a speaker in front of him. Before Six could say anything or even take more then two steps forward, a familiar voice crackled through.

"Well, color me surprised. Didn't think ya had it in ya'll to survive. Now, listen closely, and listen good, I only got a minute. See that red gun in the locker?"

Six did as he was told and grabbed the red gun..wait. This wasn't a fucking gun! It was a goddamn toy. The fuck? Why would Six need a water gun to kill a guy?- oh! He's a robot, isn't he!

"A... Thirst Zapper? Huh. It'll make a good toy I guess. Now why do I-"

Six was unable to finish his sentence before this Gage guy cut him off.

"I know what you're thinkin'. That ya ain't gonna need it to kill the boss, yeah? Well, his armor is connect to a power grid, keeping him functionally immune to everythin'. So I want ya to use the water gun. You understand?"

This Gage person seemed weird. Six couldn't help but wonder why in the fuck he'd want his boss dead? Er, well, Six had a few ideas. Was the Overboss abusive? Too harsh? Oh! Or maybe Gage just holds a stupid grudge?

Six glanced over to ED-E, the eyebot beeping it's curiosities while floating next to Six.

"Yeah. We hear you. Gimme a minute and I'll fight your boss with it. I've killed with sillier, so I guess it don't make much difference." ED-E beeped and went up and down for a few seconds. "Even ED-E agrees."

"Who's ED-E- nevermind. Just get out there. The audience is waiting."

New Quest Added!

Kill It With Water!

• (Complete!) Take The Thirst Zapper

• Kill The Overboss With The Gun.

And with that, Gage left ED-E and Six in radio silence. Cool.

"Okay, buddy, stay here, yeah? Don't want you getting hurt from the robot boss guy, yeah?"

ED-E beeped in protest.

"No- nuh uh! Don't tell me no! If I die in there from the robot boss who's gonna go and tell Yes-Man, or Raul? C'monnnn, please?" Six begged, his gloved hands clasped together infront of ED-E, who relented after seeing the pathetic display from the Courier. "Thank you, ED-E!"

For about three seconds Six contemplated about the water in the gun. Was it fresh? Irradiated? So, Six put the muzzle of it in his mouth and shot it. Only to immediately regret his decision and spit out the water. Moldy and murky, Six had decided. That is what the water was like.

Six was about to open the metal door, and face the Overboss, until he noticed a hole in the wall. He stepped in, and spotted a generator, with a fusion core inside. Six, without thinking, immediately snatching it out of its spot and into his satchel.

"Shit, was that you? His armors power went down by 30%. Good job."

Oh, yay! Six is gonna pretend as if that was his original thought process was when he saw it.

'Oh, the Overboss has something that relies on power? Oh, of course this fusion core powers it! Don't mind if I do!'

The metal door opened. And Six was met with another door. But now he could see into the arena. A guy with power armor. Wait. The Overboss isn't a fucking robot! He's just a damn cheater! Bastard. Now Six really wants to kill him.

Gage was saying something, but Six wasn't paying attention. He was too busy seething, clutching his revolver in his left hand, and Thirst Zapper in his right.

Finally, the door opened. The crowd of oddly dressed people cheered as Six entered and aimed the water gun at the Overboss. The Overboss laughed, until he got sprayed in the face with old moldy water. Which made Six snicker, while the Overboss gagged. And then the Overboss immediately aimed their rifle at Six. Shit. He hadn't thought this though.

And now Six was fucking running through the arena, trying to not get shot. It was exhilarating, and Six was having the time of his life! He could see the Overboss' pissed expression, the crowd cheering. Six fucking lived for it. He couldn't help but grin as he pointed the Thirst Zapper at the Overboss' armor and pulled the trigger. The power went out to the suit, and Six kept running out of his reach as he pointed his revolver and shot.

This went on for a few minutes, before the Overboss dropped dead. "FUCK YEAH! TAKE THAT YOU CHEATER!" Six practically yelled, yanking the rifle from the corpses grasp.

Quest Complete!

Kill It With Water!

"And there you have it folks! We have ourselves a new Overboss. Now scram so I can get a few words in. You there. Come here."

Six paused for a second, watching the other metal door open, revealing a tall man, with a mohawk. And a metal eyepatch. Owie.

"So. Tell me why you wanted me to kill your boss?" Six questioned, his hands in his duster pockets.

"Heh. Right to the questions, huh? Well you see, Colter was one lazy sonnuva bitch. If he didn't die from you, one of tha gang leaders would've killed him. Now, I'm hoping you won't be as lazy as him, and you'll help me out too. I ain't exactly got much for favor from the gangs. Got that?"

Gage spoke, his accent heavy with his words. Now, because Six hasn't heard his accent before, he wasn't listening to the guys words. Just how they sounded.

"Oh, uh yeah. Sure. Whatever you say."

Gage narrowed his eyes. "You didn't listen to a goddamn thing I said."

[fantasticalbiology]

The Amazing Digital Battle Circus: Kinger Corner

Caine: Welcome back to The Amazing Digital Battle Circus. Instead of our usual brand of violent mischief we all something a little more analytical brought to you by the Broken Veteran Monarch Kinger. Were calling this segment the Kinger Corner

Kinger: Hello (sighs) Welcome to the Kinger Corner, I’m the Broken Veteran Monarch Kinger.

Caine: As the oldest member of TADBC you have seen and fought a lot what nuggets of  analytical wisdom can you divulge.

Kinger: Well a general thing with the exception of yours truly everyone has the capacity of going blisteringly fast. With the exception of Jax the other combatants believe that they can take you down in one hit as an act of mercy.

Caine: We here at the Amazing Digital Battle Circle don’t condone unnecessary violence

Kinger: We both know that’s not true, but on brass tack. I’ll start with our newest combatants, Pomni.

Caine: Oh what can you tell us about our “rising star”

Kinger: Pomni is unpredictable to put it simply. Like most of us when we were starting out in the battle circus, with the exception of Jax she doesn’t want to kill. That is keeping her from winning her fights.

Caine: That and everyone is much more experience.

Kinger: Indeed, as her first fight against Ragatha can attest, then again Ragatha is a much harder combatant to take down. Back to Pomni, her ability to grab things from asset space makes her unpredictable, but her greatest weakness is that she cares.

Caine: Care?

Kinger: She care about not killing her fellow combatants, but given enough matches with Jax that will break her out of it. She also cares about the npcs that she recruited. Gummigoo as well as the other two display a level of human emotion that can and will distract Pomni.

Caine: That’s all well and good, but what about Pomni’s newest ability in the fight against you know, in the fight we haven’t archived yet.

Kinger: I wouldn’t call the ability to harness abstraction an ability more like a hindrance if you ask me. We all know what happened to The Hound when he surrendered himself to abstraction.

Caine: That was a sad day indeed, but enough about Pomni what about, tell the audience about someone else.

Kinger: (Sighs) well there is Ragtha. She really loves Cloth Cutter despite the fact it weighs her down somewhat. I mean She’s always had knives, but Cloth Cutter to bring it all together. She also recruited the princess npc from the Candy Canyon event

Caine: So what do you think about her Cleaverwoman form. 

Kinger: Its dangerous to modify our code Caine and you know this, it might have side effects that the boys at C&A or you aren’t telling.

Caine: I assure you Kinger its not dangerous at all and Ragtha knew the risk

Kinger: Right, moving on from Ragatha we have Jax. He is a rather tricky combatant, using bug minions, his key and whatever else he’s picked up.

Caine: And yet all those tricks falter if your able to get in close and possibly strangle him.

Kinger: Exactly, Jax’s greatest weakness is his overconfidence, where he has believed he’s won only to be brought low. And he’s not going to learn from it which is blessing honestly that means he’ll get more reckless and sloppy.

Caine: Interesting what about Jax’s “rival”

Kinger: You mean Gangle? I can say something but it won’t be a lot. (Clears throat) Gangle like most normal combatants don’t want to do what she’s doing, so that’s why she tries to end thing quickly. The only exception is Jax but that’s a given.

Caine: Now I hate to ask but. What of Zooble?

Kinger: Surprising that you ask, but here we go. If it weren’t for their general indifference to things Zooble has the potential to be one of the toughest combatants. Zooble has the ability to equip and re-equip different limbs as long as their in the lockers they bring into the arena with them. With this their able to counter and even defeat their fellow combatant given enough times. 

Caine: Incredible, so much from someone so disappointing. But its time to wrap things up Kinger, with you so I’ll do it. Kinger you are the most defensive member of TADBC surrounding yourself with your custom Pillowpawn npc, but your also able to slug it out with power punches. Back in the day before Ragatha came to us you asked one of the boys at C&A to modify your code, but this caused a problem and now sometime you are not there in the head.

Kinger: Impressive so let’s turn the table and talk about you

Caine: (Laugh) but I cannot fight

Kinger: Back in the day you were and probably still are a absolute monster. With your-

Kinger disappeared in a puff of smoke before he could finish that sentence

Caine: No spoiler Kinger. For those you who weren’t there back in the day my time in the blood fuel limelight is over, it is our combatants who make the Battle Circus what it is, not this old crazy npc.

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Time Capsule

Then - 1983, Utah Hurricane

It was a junior-year project to put something in the time capsule and it would be unearthed 10 or 20 years from now. Damn. It was so long ago between my mother's missing posters all over town and rumors of Freddy Fazbears around my brother and the missing kids. I didn't want to remember anything of 1983. But if I didn't I'd get an F for the semester so I got rid of the thing that I thought of, my foxy mask.

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Mike sighs putting his foxy mask in the time capsule then time as Jeremy sneaks up behind Mike with Gabriel and Susie in toe. The three others put their masks in the time capsule. "There now we don't have to worry about the memory of Freddy's anymore," Susie said trying to lighten the mood. Mike sighs "I guess unless your dad is co-founder of the company" Mike adds. "Susie's right Mike" Jemery interjected in the conversation "We need to think positively and make a pact that we walk away from this knowing Fazbears is gone and it's going to be in the past," Jeremy said putting an arm around his best friend. Mike, Susie, and Gabriel nod in agreement as they all walk away back to homeroom.

Now- 2018, Utah Hurricane

Mike groans a bit in his home office on a phone call with Jeremy the head tech at the mega pizzaplex talking about the new glamrock fox his creating. Soon his wife, Christine brings him a late lunch and kisses his cheek whispering, "I'm going to pick up the kids from school" Mike nods kissing his wife's hand then speaks up to Jemery "Wait wait Jeremy do you even have a name for this female fox?" Mikes's voice trailed off as his wife left to get her bag and key to get Gregory and Vanessa from their schools.

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Gregory closes his locker as he talks to his friends Cassie, Tony, and Kallie he brags about how he got a high score on the newest arcade game the Pizzaplex got last month. Cassie and Tony smile rolling their eyes but Kallie smiles like an idiot and listens to Greg's every word as she crushes on him more, then sees the new girl, Tabitha Sweeny looking over at them, Cassie waves and smiles "Wanna join us?" Cassie asks but all dressed in black froze up and closes her locker walking away. "That was odd," Tony said as the rest of the group just shrugged and walked out of the school.

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Vanessa's leg bounced with anxiety as she sat in the guidance counselor's playing with her rainbow streak hair extension she bit her split bottom lip as Steve Raglan reviewed her file with a hint of dissatisfaction on his face and in his voice "Vanessa, Vanessa, oh sweet Vanessa what are we going to do with you" he says looking up at her "It wasn't my fault she attacked me first!" Vanessa snaps back. Steve sighs looking at her "Oh? But you gave her a black eye by school code I'm going to have to call your parents" he responds picking up the phone. "Please, No. Please it won't happen again" Vanessa says hopeful he'd give her one more chance. Steve sighs and puts the phone down "One last chance, go make something of yourself Vanessa" he says as she grabs her backpack and leaves his office his words ringing in her head as that's all Vanessa wants to be is something...

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Every Time It Comes Around

Pairing: Hangman/Phoenix

A/N: Welp, this one went from a drabble to a saga real fast. From my head to the page with few edits.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Language, sexism, masturbation, wet dreams, alcohol consumption, drunk (protected) penetrative sex, oral sex, sexual fantasies without the other person’s knowledge/consent

The first time it happens, it’s an accident. 

It starts when he’s in training at Meridian watching from the ground while the newest cohort of pilots shows off everything they’ve got to the instructors. 

After two years here, he’s no longer surprised by their choppy flying, stupid mistakes, and over corrections. But there’s a reason everyone’s stopping to watch this round even though the Mississippi humidity is dialed up to full force. This pilot flies with precision, adjusting fluidly and confidently whenever the instructor tries to force an error. A lot of newbies get thrown off by the speed at which F/A-18 Hornets catch currents but this one floats into them like a freaking bird.

“He’s good,” Jake acknowledges begrudgingly. 

“She,” Archer corrects. “It’s that pretty dark-haired chick.” 

“Ensign Trace,” he says without thinking and not trying to hide the irritation in his voice. Although he hasn’t met her yet, according to the roster she’s the only woman in the cohort. It annoys him that the women have to prove themselves before a lot of the guys bother to learn or use their names. 

Archer is oblivious. “You know her? Colt says she’s kinda uptight.” 

“Colt thinks that about any woman who doesn’t drop her panties for him.” 

“Probably likes girls,” Archer shrugs. “I get that vibe, you know?”

Jake’s stomach curdles, and he can’t tell if it’s the heat or stupidity that’s suffocating him. “Or maybe she doesn’t want to be bothered by a bunch of limp dicks.” His mom would cry if she heard some of the things that come out of his mouth these days. 

Archer looks at him slyly and elbows him in the ribs. Jake’s popular enough that he can drop an insult and people think it’s funny. “So you think you got a shot there, Hangman?”

Done with this conversation, he puts on his aviators. “If you dumbasses had any sense, you’d be a lot more concerned with what she does in the air than a bed.” 

He strolls back into the air conditioned training facilities before he sweats through his flight suit. Although he has no interest in speculating about Natasha Trace’s personal life, he wants to scope the competition so he takes his time in the locker room. He ducks out with his sports bag over his shoulder and water bottle in hand as soon as the first deflated newbie drags his feet through the door. 

The water fountain gives him a full view of the corridor. He’s dumped his water and refilled the bottle twice when she finally squeaks to the top of the stairs. After he aced his test on the first day, he couldn’t shake the guys off him. But she’s alone, somehow a little smaller than he expected although he’s not sure what he was expecting. 

Her dark hair is drenched with sweat and her bun has started to unravel down her neck. Alert eyes find him immediately. 

“Hey! Natasha.” Her eyes widen, and she turns at the sound of her name. Another one of the newbies jogs up the stairs behind her. He’s tall, a little stocky despite his height. The scars on his face and neck might be more noticeable if they weren’t completely drowned out by his obscene pornstache. Jake can’t believe the Navy has nothing to say about what should be a violation of every single uniform code.

“Great flying up there today.”

Her face lights up in an embarrassed but appreciative smile. “Not so bad yourself, Bradshaw.” 

They fall in step together, talking about what they wish they’d done better. 

Jake can’t help himself. With a mustache like that, the dude’s asking for it. “Manage to keep up today, Pornstache?” he calls. Several of the guys who followed him out of the locker room laugh at Bradshaw’s expense.

The newbie’s face darkens and he takes a step toward Jake, but Trace puts a hand on his arm. “Ignore him, Bradshaw. Let him take his little shots at us. It’s not like he can find anyone his own size to pick on when they don’t come any smaller than what he has.” 

And she says it so off-handedly, so un-ruffled that he has to check the expressions of the other guys in the hallway to make sure that Natasha Trace did indeed just casually imply that he has a small dick. He’d faced his share of hazing his first year but everyone that followed either beelined for his good side or stayed out of his way. 

All eyes, except hers, are on him. She’s on her way to the women’s locker room as if they politely shook hands and said hello. 

“Ensign Trace, is it?” he calls after her. “Be careful you don’t trip over those balls you got there.”

Without a second glance or missing a step, she gives him the finger. 

So two nights later as he showers off a late workout at the gym, he’s not sure why the image of Natasha Trace’s dark hair tumbling out of its bun pops into his head and is certainly not prepared for the heated tightening in his groin that comes with it. Jake tries to push away the thought but the more he pushes the more persistent it and his hardening erection become. Taking himself in hand, his desperation to come up with anyone else matches the urgency of his strokes. But it’s her dark eyes and smirking lips that drag a deep, desperate groan from him as he pumps hard into his release. The water drags his cum down his wrist and arm. Mortified, Jake leans into the tile wall and buries his burning face in his arm. “Fuck.” He’s a fucking hypocrite.

The second time it happens, it’s not exactly his fault. 

He’s catching up with Coyote over wings from one of those hole in the wall, side of the road shacks in southern Virginia that probably failed its health inspection years ago. They’re that good. Coyote’s passing through on his way to Naples, Italy and Jake plans to visit as soon as he can get leave. 

“Yo,” Coyote says after licking the burn of the hot sauce off his lips. “Guess who got selected for Top Gun?”

“Who?”

“Of course, Phoenix. But I heard they sent Rooster too.” 

It’s been a minute since Jake’s thought about either of them. He’s been drowning in work after one of the guys was diagnosed with a terminal illness and had to go on leave before they could bring in more support. 

“Hope the Navy has budgeted enough fuel for that,” he jokes and Coyote snickers. 

Jake makes sure Coyote’s all set in the guest bedroom before he heads down the hall to bed. He’s glad they got to catch up, but it’s way past his bedtime and he’s wiped from another long week at work. 

“I thought they taught Top Gun pilots to fly fast,” Phoenix laughs. She’s straddling him, utterly and beautifully naked. Her dark hair slips over her shoulder as she leans forward to kiss him. He groans and weaves his fingers into her soft tresses. She tastes so good, like salted watermelon on a sweltering Texas afternoon. 

“They do,” he gloats when she pulls back. 

She gives him that skeptical look that says she won’t believe anything he says unless she sees it for herself. 

He grabs her around the waist and rolls them over so that she’s pinned into the pillows. She laughs and struggles for the upper hand again.

“Oh no you don’t,” Jake growls, kissing his way down her neck and breasts. He marvels at how perfectly her curves fit his hands. Her giggles fade to gasps as he moves below deck to test the waters with first his fingers then his mouth. She clutches his hair and rocks into him. He wants to make her feel so good, to hear her tell him how much she wants him. 

“Come fly with me,” she pleads breathily instead. 

“Anytime,” he promises, moving up to kiss her deeply as he buries himself in her. Phoenix clutches his shoulders, arching her breasts into his chest as his arm slips under her to hold her closer.  

She’s so tight around him that each stroke reverberates through every nerve in his body. He pushes into her faster, harder, his chest heaving with the effort of bringing them to their release.

Jake’s eyes fly open just in time for him to stifle his cry in his arm as his hips jerk and hard, hot spurts of cum soak the crotch and waistband of his boxer briefs. He breathes heavily in the muffled aftermath of his orgasm, listening for any sign that Coyote is still asleep and hasn’t overheard him having a wet dream about Phoenix, of all people. The house remains quiet and Jake can only hope that if he did happen to hear something, they can pretend like it didn’t happen in the morning. 

He throws off his covers and moves as quietly as he can across the hardwood floor to the bathroom. Fumbling in the darkness, he accidentally flips on the loud, rattling fan. Jake slams it off and waits again for any hint Coyote’s awake now. Nothing. He flips the right switch and goes to the sink to splash his face with water. In the mirror, his cheeks and upper body are flushed and his eyes slightly dazed. Ruefully, he looks down at the mess of his underwear before stripping them off carefully and tossing them in the hamper. He does his best to clean himself up before going back to bed. 

The third time it happens, it’s a slip of the tongue. 

When he put Turbo’s wedding in his calendar, Jake assumed he’d have a plus one for the day. He hadn’t counted on being dumped two weeks before. He made a few calls, sent a few texts but this late in the game everyone he knows well enough to ask either has Labor Day plans or will be at the wedding. 

There’s only one last person he can think of and his stomach is a pit of lead when he makes the call.

“How much are you willing to pay, dickhead?” she answers.

“What?”

“If you’re calling me, you want something. So how much are you willing to pay?”

Jake gets his footing. “Two thousand but if I pay you to go to a wedding with me, you’re essentially starting a second career as an escort.” 

“Where is it?”

“Denver. Should be fun. You like the outdoors right?” Phoenix gets quiet, and he pushes on. If she’s asking for details, she can be persuaded. “It’s in two weeks.”

“I can’t. I have plans that weekend.”

“Plans I can’t buy you out of?” he wheedles.

“It’s Turbo’s wedding, right?”

Jake pauses before he says something stupid. He didn’t realize that she and Turbo were close enough for a wedding invite. Had he completely missed them being stationed together somewhere?

“Rooster asked me to be his plus one months ago so…”

Anger flares in his chest. “Is he that single he knows six months out to ask a friend?” 

“Are you that single that you waited two weeks out to ask a friend?” she snaps. “Pro tip. If you’re going to ask someone a favor, don’t be a dick.” She hangs up on him.

He tosses his phone across the couch. Well he really blew that. His phone rings and he snatches it up ready to smooth things over. It’s his cousin, not her. 

“I called in a huge favor from one of my sorority sisters, and she’ll be your plus one. Her name’s Jamie. She’s expecting a text from you. You owe me big time, Jake.” 

Fallon really does do him a solid he realizes when he meets Jamie for dinner the night before the wedding. She’s a little shy at first, but she’s a good sport and enjoys dancing. 

He can’t help but notice though when Phoenix and Rooster enter the church. One thing he’ll say about both of them, they know how to make an entrance. Since there’s no Hawaiian shirt in sight, he suspects Phoenix did the styling. Some women look washed out in black but not Phoenix. She’s wearing dark red lipstick and a stunning black number with a curved skirt that flirts just above her knees and a fitted, high neck top tied in a bow that drapes down her open back. Tall, pearlescent pointed heels draw his attention down her shapely legs. Her hair is slicked back into a full bun at the top of her head. 

“Oh my god,” Jamie gasps, her gaze following his. “That couple is gorgeous.”

“They’re not a couple,” he says, sounding petulant even to himself. 

Obliviously kind, Jamie shakes her head. “Well they should be.” 

The wedding is sweet, but he decides he hates Turbo’s new wife as soon as he sees the seating chart. Why would anyone sit him with Rooster? 

“Oh shit, they’re sitting with us,” Jamie breathes when Phoenix and Rooster arrive at the table. 

“Looking good, Hangman,” Rooster smirks. 

“I am good, Rooster. I’m very good,” he drawls and drapes his arm over the back of Jamie’s chair.

Phoenix raises an all too eloquent eyebrow. 

Jamie bounces out of her seat without waiting for him to introduce her. She’s very pretty in an elegant dark rose dress with honey highlighted curls down her back but looks more cute next to Phoenix’s black swan. “I’m Jamie,” she says, holding out her hand. “I wanted to tell you as soon as I saw you that you look gorgeous in that outfit.”

Summoning his manners, Jake follows her to his feet. 

“Thanks, and that color’s so pretty on you,” Phoenix says, leaning across the table to shake Jamie’s hand. Crap, he thinks grumpily. Of all the people at this wedding for Phoenix to girl bond with. “I’m Natasha, but you’ll probably hear most people here call me Phoenix.” 

“What should I call you then?”

“Natasha,” Phoenix says with a warm smile. “So I can pretend with at least someone that I have the night off.”

Jake jumps in before he looks like a total asshole. “And what are you tonight, Rooster?”

Rooster braces one hand on Phoenix’s lower back when he goes in to shake Jamie’s hand. Phoenix doesn’t shake him off. “How about Bradley?” 

“So nice to meet you,” Jamie beams. “Are you friends of Jake’s?” 

“Depends on how much we’ve had to drink,” Phoenix says wryly, pulling out Rooster’s chair for him and dropping into her own. Jamie laughs and keeps the conversation flowing. Jake watches Phoenix and Rooster through narrowed eyes as he takes his seat again. He’s sure he’d have heard through the aviator grape vine if they are a thing, but they’re acting way too comfortable to be just friends.

He grabs a flute of champagne off a passing tray. 

For most people, the night gets more fun from there. Phoenix and Rooster need nothing more than the DJ announcing the floor is open for them to get up and dance. They’re both the kind of people who dance like no one’s watching so it’s not long before they’ve drawn a crowd. 

“We should go up there,” Jamie urges, tugging him out of his seat. And he has the decency to feel bad because she’s been the most gracious last minute plus one anyone could be.

But of course she wants to dance with Phoenix and of course they hit it off even more as soon as the Spice Girls’ “Wannabe” comes on and Phoenix kicks off her shoes so she can jump up and down. 

Jake offers to get them cocktails from the bar. 

And gradually as the party goes on, her bun slides from its perch and drifts down to the back of her neck as tendrils of hair unfurl from its hold. And Rooster has the nerve to keep helping her try to fix it.

At least she sits out the bouquet toss, Jake thinks, as he downs another cocktail to keep showing Jamie a good time. 

And Jamie is a good time. She’s game to dance to any song, knows all the line dances, and holds him close as he rocks them through a ballad. 

“Your friends are really nice,” she says into his shoulder. “I’m glad Fallon talked me into this.” 

He probably shouldn’t but he does. Jake tilts her chin up and kisses her. 

After a moment, Jamie pulls back with a laugh. “Hey! I just came for the free food and booze while I’m living off student loans. Nothing else required.” 

“That’s too bad because you’re looking pretty gorgeous yourself right now,” he murmurs. And there’s a voice in the back of his head demanding that he stop, but he lets the alcohol wash over him and drown it out. 

“Am I?” she teases.

“Sounds like you already know it.”

“Maybe I need you to convince me a little harder.”

She’s good. 

And she’s good when she’s writhing beneath his mouth in his hotel room. And he’s hot and drunk and so turned on. It’s been awhile since his last drunk hookup, and although he can’t keep track of all of the sensations he likes the fluidity that comes with it. 

“Wait, wait,” she pants, wriggling out from under him. Her neat curls are now a mess and stick to her steamy skin. He props himself on his arm while she catches her breath. Maybe he was wrong. She’s pretty beautiful. 

“I have an IUD but I’d prefer if you’d use a condom,” she tells him. 

Jake rolls off her and digs his wallet out of his pocket, hoping he replenished his supply. 

“There’s one in my clutch, if you need it.”

He looks up and grins. “I thought you said you just came for the free food and booze.” 

Jamie smirks. “Girl Scout motto. Always be prepared.” 

Looking in her purse, he discovers she really is prepared with several options, including size. He grabs one and hurries back to the bed. 

Darting his hand out, he grabs her by the ankle and pulls her gently toward him. “Now where did we leave off?” 

She grins up at him. “Where do you want to pick up from?”

He crawls over her and, keeping his eyes locked on hers, lowers his mouth to her nipple. 

And maybe if they left the lights on once the condom was on, or if he had one maybe two fewer drinks and didn’t have to focus so hard on his pace, or if he weren’t thinking of another woman’s dark hair falling loose down her back even as he ground his hips into another, it wouldn’t have happened. But it did.

The muscles in his abdomen and groin constrict to push him over the edge and then she does something with her hips that short circuits every wire in his brain, and all he can feel is the crash of his orgasm shuddering through his body.

“Jake?” he hears her when the roaring in his ears subsides. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he mumbles and pushes himself up to hopefully finish her off halfway decently.

He reaches between them to touch her, but she grabs his hand. “Wait, stop. Please stop.” And he hears in her voice now that she’s trying not to cry. He goes to turn on the light, but she still has his hand.

“I’m just turning on the light,” he says gently. “Are you okay?”

“You called me Phoenix.”

Oh shit. 

”What?” 

Jamie trembles, and there’s a sinking feeling in his stomach. “When you, when you came. You said her name. Twice actually.” She’s quiet, shaking beneath him. “Can you get off me now?”

Jake hates how long it feels for him to pull out of her and move to the other side of the bed. Jamie springs up. 

“Hang on,” he says desperately. Fallon is going to murder him, and she’d be well within her rights. “I’m sorry.” 

She starts moving around in the dark looking for the pieces of her outfit while he sits there with his dick in his hand trying to keep his cum from spilling all over the bed. “Fallon told me you’d just gone through a break up so I wasn’t expecting anything.” She’s crying. “And you know what, this would’ve been a lot less humiliating if you’d called me your ex-girlfriend’s name. Because I can see that. Everyone needs a rebound.”

Jamie finds her dress and pulls it on, not bothering when she can’t find her underwear. “But now I feel stupid because all night I was the girl you were using to try to make another one jealous and when you couldn’t get her, I was the consolation prize.”

Jake maneuvers carefully off the bed. “I get it looks like that but I didn’t mean—.”

She stalks across the room to grab her purse. “You don’t really get to tell me what you meant when what you did is crystal clear. I should’ve listened to Fallon when she told me you could be a real piece of work.” 

Jamie storms out, slamming the door behind her. 

He learns from Fallon’s infuriated call that Jamie ran into Phoenix and Rooster on her way out. She accepted their help getting home, apparently telling them her roommate had an emergency and neither of them put her in the position of making her answer why Jake wasn’t the one helping her. Not that Phoenix would have believed her if she told the truth.

He gets one final text from Jamie before his number’s blocked. She’s too good for you.

Jake can’t disagree. 

The fourth time it happens, it’s an act of desperation.

Jake tosses aside the F/A-18 Hornet manual. It’s not like Maverick’s playing by the book anyway. And it’s definitely not doing anything to distract him from the dark-haired siren that has come exasperatedly marching back into his life with the two of them being called back to Top Gun. 

At this point, he really has no shame left so he turns off the light in the room the Navy’s putting him up in, strips off his shirt, and kicks off his shorts. He’s already leaking so much at the memory of her mouth lowering and rising during their 200 push ups that he’s well on the road to hell. 

Why fight it? He flops down into the pillows of his bed and lets himself remember the way her sweat soaked tee shirt clung to her chest. His dick throbs and pushes against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He slides his hand into his waistband and closes his eyes. 

And it’s almost a crime how fast the fantasy comes to him, of her between his legs, that smirk fitted around him, her brown eyes a little mocking, as she bobs her hot mouth along his length. He squeezes and feels her suck, her cheeks hollowing and doing wild things to his heart rate as her hair falls into her face.  

Jake hisses and draws his legs up slightly against the coil of tension tightening his balls at the stroke of his hand. Hers would be smaller, but he thinks of them steady and sure on her controls and lets a quiet moan roll up out of his chest as his thumb becomes her tongue swirling his tip.

This is so wrong but that doesn’t lessen the force of him cumming as those dark eyes watch him spurt across his stomach. 

He gasps through the lightheaded turbulence of his orgasm. Jake’s pretty sure he’s taken care of the problem until Maverick orders them to the beach for dogfight football. Remembering her sports bra and shorts riding up as she stretched out her toned legs sends him back to square one. He can’t keep doing this.

The fifth time it happens, it’s a surrender. 

He can hear her voice through the curtains, talking to Bob. They’re in the carrier’s medical bay for exams and clearance post mission. 

Bob says something that makes her laugh and Jake feels the stirring between his legs. And before he can stop himself, he’s remembering her eager hug on deck. 

Fuck no. He glances down his flight suit, trying to get himself to cooperate but the problem is growing out of control. Jake grips himself. Not now, he pleads with his body. Just an hour or two until he makes it back to his bunk. 

Curtains scrape back. “Where’s Rooster?” he hears her ask.

“We need to run a few more tests on him,” the doctor replies. 

“Lieutenant Seresin?” 

His eyes open to see his doctor skimming his chart. “Give me a minute?” he asks, trying to hold onto the last shreds of his dignity. 

She doesn’t. “Don’t worry. You’d be surprised how normal it is. It’ll subside when the adrenaline wears off.” 

Phoenix is still talking. Part of him wants her to keep going because that means she has no idea what’s going on and part of him pleads for her to shut up so he can try to settle down. 

Dr. Gomez has him sit up, ignoring the protruding tent in his flight suit. He has to hand it to her. She is superbly professional while she runs through his physical exam. 

He’s still in desperate straits when she finishes her paperwork. “All right,” she tells him. “You’re free to go whenever but um, take your time if you need.”

Jake nods. “Thanks, ma’am.” 

As soon as she leaves, he grabs his helmet and flight gear and makes his escape. 

Or tries to. 

“Hey Bagman!”

God, he’s sinned one too many times. He turns carefully so that his helmet and gear block the lower half of his body. Immediately, he wishes he’d ignored her. 

Her cheeks are flushed, eyes bright and a little glassy. She’s fumbling while she tries to tie her flight suit around her waist. “Wait up,” she says giddily. 

“Are you sure someone shouldn’t keep an eye on you?” he checks. 

“They’re gonna let me shower and come back.” Phoenix grabs her stuff and catches up to him.

This is really not what he needs. Jake risks a glance downward to make sure there’s no chance she can tell what she’s doing to him. Since he can’t spare enough concentration to shake her, he resigns himself to the ten minutes of torture it’s going to take to get back to his quarters. 

“You okay?” she checks as they navigate through the narrow corridors. Every time he has to move aside to let someone pass, Jake adjusts his gear and prays no one notices. 

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?” 

“I just got cleared so yeah,” he snaps.

Phoenix goes quiet, and he feels terrible for talking to her like that. He knows what that high can be like and that right now she’s craving the closeness of the people she just flew through hell with. He just wishes she’d dumped that on Bob.

Jake makes the most of his longer stride to stay ahead of her as they take the stairs to the officers quarters. They reach his room first. “Glad you made it back, Phoenix,” he says and slams the door in her shocked face. 

Swearing, he tosses his things on the floor and flings himself onto his bunk. Of course. Now, his dick decides it’s had enough. 

He goes looking for her later. She’s back in the med bay, clearly coming down from the adrenaline. The lights are dimmed for the evening. Exhaustion grays her face and stoops her shoulders. 

“Hey.” 

Her dark eyes drift up and her expression closes. “I thought they cleared you.”

“Can I sit?” he asks, jutting his chin toward the chair beside the bed. 

“Sure.”

He takes a seat. Phoenix folds her hands in her lap. 

“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier,” Jake admits. 

She shrugs. “Today was a lot.”

“You did good out there.”

“Thanks. So did you.” She takes a long inhale and looks up at the ceiling. “What do you want, Bagman?”

“Do you want the long or short answer to that question?” 

That catches her by surprise. She folds her arms. “Do I want either?” 

“Probably not,” he concedes. Jake tries to think of how he’d be sitting if this conversation meant nothing to him. Leaning back in the chair, ankle over thigh? Not here at all?

He’s piqued her curiosity although she tries not to show it by forcing her mouth into a frown. “Short.”

It’s cool in the med bay but there’s sweat rolling down his lower back as he weighs his answer. It’s not like he has much to actually lose even though it feels like everything with her. 

“You.”

“Me what?” she snaps when he doesn’t say anything else. 

“You asked for the short answer, and I gave it to you.”

He can see the wheels turning in her head, gears grinding over the things that don’t make sense. Phoenix winces as if she’s getting a headache. “I’m not really in the mood for your shit today,” she decides. 

Heart hammering, he leans forward. “I’m not giving you shit, Phoenix.” That comes out way more intensely than he planned, and he can see the irritation starting to pinch her eyes. “I like the way you fly. I like the way you get annoyed at me. I like that you’re kind and thoughtful but can deliver an insult in the most offhand way. I like the way your hair looks when you take off your helmet. I can keep going but it pretty much all boils down to what I want is you.”

She’s staring at him in open mouthed shock. Never one to be at a loss for words, Phoenix falls back against the raised bed. “And when did all this occur to you?”

“Through a lot of stupid mistakes,” he confesses, thinking of how he treated Jamie. “I haven’t exactly been the best person.”

Phoenix snorts. “At least you’re an honest idiot.”

His heart sinks at her dismissal of the feelings he’s just poured out into her lap, but he hitches on a smile. “Ouch.”

“Remember the woman you took to Turbo’s wedding?”

Can she read his mind now, too?

“I loaned her some clothes to go home in. She brought them back the next day and apologized. I thought she meant for needing help, but she said she didn’t know what she was getting into and told me that everything she’d done and said was genuine. That was it. It didn’t make sense to me but Rooster got it right away. I thought he was just being jealous.”

He tries not to get distracted by wondering what reason Rooster had to be jealous. Because what she’s really telling him is how long she’s known and done nothing about it. It’s just like Phoenix to be able to let someone down easy when she wants to and for all the pain he’s been in her ass, he appreciates it.

Jake pushes himself to his feet, trying to hold together the pieces of his heart until there’s no one there to see them fall apart. “Sorry. You had a long day. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It doesn’t really make sense to like someone you barely see,” she says. Maybe this won’t be so easy after all.

“It doesn’t,” he agrees. The curtained off area her bed is in feels like it’s closing in. He needs to escape before he gets stuck.

“That’s what I’ve told myself over and over,” she goes on. “It’ll have worn off by the next time. But every time, it comes around.”

He looks over his shoulder at her, and her expression so tired and exasperated. Jake should have left this alone. “Here’s hoping this is it then.” 

“You better not hang me out to dry, Hangman, because it’s not going to be easy.”

What?

“If you want to do this,” she finishes. 

His chest tightens, and he tries to push down the hope wringing the breath out of his lungs. “I do. Do you?”

“I think it’s worth a shot.”

Jake moves slow, terrified this is all just another one of his dreams. He touches the foot of her bed, the pilled blanket over her, her hip to make sure he’s awake. The equipment on the wall wouldn’t have so many details in a dream, would it. He leans in, heart racing, and her dark eyes fall to his lips as they hover over hers. Then she cups his face and closes the distance between them. 

Her lips are chapped and rough, her breath a little stale from sleep. The metallic carrier air sours her stress-laced sweat and whatever she washed her hair with left it still greasy. And yet, it’s better than anything his mind has ever come up with because this time, it’s real.

Every Time It Comes Around Pt. II 

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【未定事件簿】  Tears of Themis: Xia Yan Personal Story 4-5 Translation

Translation Masterlist | Xia Yan Masterlist | Video

Chapter 4: 4-1 / 4-2 / 4-4 / 4-5 / 4-6 / 4-7 / 4-9 / 4-10 / 4-11 / 4-12 / 4-13 / 4-14 / 4-16

Xia Yan’s Home, Second Floor

After Xia Yan and I returned home, carrying the cardboard boxes full of Ji Xiaoqing’s items, we immediately started inspecting them.

In Ji Xiaoqing’s two boxes, one was filled with work-related items, while the other was for her personal items.

I first opened the box with Ji Xiaoqing’s personal items and flipped through the journal that we hadn’t finished reading.

One record in had a symbol indicating importance drawn on it.

MC: This record is of the day of Ji Xiaoqing’s birthday.

“Xiaoyu gave me a very expensive business suit. Where did this kid get so much money? She must have cut her spending on essentials.”

“But since these are Xiaoyu’s kind intentions, she’ll be very sad if I reject her.”

“I’ll do my best at work and aim to buy that camera that Xiaoyu likes for her as soon as possible!”

Xia Yan: According to Ji Xiaoyu’s confession to the police, she first borrowed a sum of money from Bedo Loan company before Ji Xiaoqing’s birthday.

MC: She just wanted to surprise her sister…

MC: But Ji Xiaoyu deliberately hid this from us when telling us about her reasons for borrowing the money.

MC: She made it sound like she just wanted to shop around out of vanity.

Xia Yan: As expected, Ji Xiaoyu blamed herself too much about her sister, so she deliberately belittled herself, hoping for everyone to condemn her.

I sighed quietly and continued to flip through that diary.

After Ji Xiaoqing’s birthday, she gradually came to notice how down-spirited her little sister was, but Ji Xiaoyu explained it by saying that she was under a lot of recent academic pressure.

At the end, the journal suddenly stopped on the day that Bedo Loan Company arrived to seize the house.

Xia Yan: Let’s take a look at her work items.

Xia Yan opened the other box. Ji Xiaoqing had left her job in a rush – she had wrapped up a lot of things but not taken them away.

After Ji Xiaoqing died, the company sent these to the police as evidence, which was then handed to Ji Xiaoyu.

Most of what was in there were randomly scribbled handwritten papers, professional work content books, as well as a library card stuck in a book as a bookmark.

Xia Yan looked at these, his brow wrinkling slightly.

MC: Xia Yan, did you notice something?

Xia Yan spread out the papers that Ji Xiaoqing had scribbled on.

Xia Yan: Look at the handwriting.

Xia Yan: The papers that Ji Xiaoqing used as draft paper were the useless documents that she had printed wrongly.

Xia Yan: According to the time that these documents were printed, these ones were from the days after Ji Xiaoqing found out about her sister becoming scammed by the trap loan.

I looked towards the writing on those draft papers, which were unusually messy.

MC: I remember that Ji Xiaoqing took the initiative to resign due to an increase in frequency of mistakes at work.

MC: We can deduce from this writing that Ji Xiaoqing’s emotions were very chaotic then, to the point where she could not work normally.

Xia Yan nodded pensively.

Xia Yan: At the beginning, her writing was extremely messy.

Xia Yan: But on the papers after, her writing began to slowly return to normal.

MC: This means that she had already shaken off or restrained her anxiety and panic.

MC: If so, why would her work mistakes increase in frequency, and why did she actively resign?

MC: The sisters must have been penniless and desperate because of the trap loan, so she must have needed money.

Xia Yan: So, I think that she might have had something even more important to do.

MC: Something more important? What would’ve been more important to Ji Xiaoqing back then…

MC: Ah! Could she have found clues on Qian Yi or Bedo Loan Company’s illegal actions?

MC: Ji Xiaoyu was afraid to call the police because Bedo Loan Company had leverage against her.

MC: So for her sister, Ji Xiaoqing might have investigated on her own to collect evidence.

MC: She didn’t tell Ji Xiaoyu because Ji Xiaoyu had sunken into sorrow and self-blame during that period.

Xia Yan: That’s very likely.

Xia Yan: If my deduction is true, then Ji Xiaoqing has no motive to commit suicide.

Xia Yan: And she definitely wouldn’t have been driven to get dead drunk, then get into a traffic accident while drunk…

MC: So you’re suspecting… Ji Xiaoqing didn’t die by accident. Instead, she was murdered.

MC: If Ji Xiaoqing was murdered… she must have found out about something.

Xia Yan: According to Ji Xiaoyu, Ji Xiaoqing kept writing something in a black leather notebook, but this notebook wasn’t included among the things she left behind.

MC: Could it have been taken by Ji Xiaoqing’s murderer?

Xia Yan: Another possibility is that Ji Xiaoqing hid it.

Xia Yan: Look at this.

Xia Yan took out that library card placed between the professional work content book as a bookmark. “Stellis Library” was stamped on it in gold.

Due to the widespread use of electronic devices, many places no longer gave out physical membership cards.

But the Stellis Library always considered that, like bound books, physical cards had meaning to them that electronic items could not replace.

Thus, Stellis Library gave every member a physical card, and they would even have commemorative cards at irregular times that members could redeem for.

Xia Yan: This library card design is the newest anniversary version that the Stellis Library just came out with.

Xia Yan: I checked when they came out – it was after Ji Xiaoqing found out about the trap loan.

MC: Around that time, Ji Xiaoqing couldn’t have gotten a library card just because she wanted to focus on reading!

MC: Then let’s go investigate the library tomorrow morning. We’ll probably find something out!

Xia Yan: We don’t need to do it tomorrow. Now is fine.

MC: Now?

Xia Yan: There are still several hours until the library opens.

Xia Yan: And since we’re not the police, it won’t be easy for us to directly ask library staff for Ji Xiaoqing’s information.

Xia Yan: It’ll take too long to leave it to the police. I might as well just get access into the library’s internal network and check myself.

Xia Yan opened his computer, rapidly tapping lines of code.

Soon, he entered the library’s library card application records and found the day that Ji Xiaoqing applied for her card.

Right after, Xia Yan viewed the surveillance videos from that day and found that Ji Xiaoqing had used a storage locker at the library that day.

That just happened to be the day before Ji Xiaoqing’s accident.

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Stellis Library

Early morning, Xia Yan and I rushed to the Stellis Library. Xia Yan easily cracked the storage locker’s password.

There was only one package in the locker, with a mailing destination written on – “To Stellis Public Safety Bureau”. There was cash and a note on the package.

“Hello, library staff members. Due to reasons I cannot help, I cannot take this package myself.”

“Additionally, as I have moved homes, I no longer live at my original address.”

“I am genuinely sorry for occupying the library’s public resources, but I really have no way to take this myself. Please send this to the police station.”

“The postage payment has been added. Please and thank you so much. – Ji Xiaoqing”

Xia Yan: The Stellis Library management system is very strict and has a good reputation. There has never been an incident where patrons’ valuables were stolen.

Xia Yan: If no one has come to take the things in the locker three months later, it will be delivered to the member’s home, according to the address they left.

Xia Yan: If the items are expensive, the police will handle them.

MC: The clues that Ji Xiaoqing found are probably in here…

Xia Yan: The police would have kept the source of the clues secret, so the person who sends these clues wouldn’t receive suspicion or vengeance from the criminals.

Xia Yan: She thought things through.

Xia Yan took that package.

Xia Yan: Miss Ji Xiaoqing, I am a member of the Ministry of Security, which can be considered a policing unit.

Xia Yan: Right now, I will open your package.

After Xia Yan spoke quietly, he opened the package. There were three things in it – a letter, a black leather notebook, and a recording pen.

We opened that letter first.

MC: This is a letter for Ji Xiaoyu…

The letter said why Ji Xiaoqing did not give this evidence to Ji Xiaoyu, and instead opted to report it to the police.

If something happened to her, the criminals would fix their attention of Ji Xiaoyu. Giving her the evidence would instead harm her.

After, Xia Yan pressed the recording pen’s play button.

???: You’re Qian Yi? Where’s the stuff?

Qian Yi: Of course I placed it in a safe spot – it’s as safe as your event hall, boss.

???: That is not what we agreed on.

Qian Yi: This is something very important to you – of course I’ve got to be a bit cautious.

Qian Yi: Boss, you’re a top name in society – your reputation’s worth a lot more than mine.

Qian Yi: I’m just a little guy in society – of course I know where my place is.

Qian Yi: Don’t worry, all I want is just money.

The recording ended quickly.

MC: Was Qian Yi extorting someone? It sounds like that person has to do with Bedo Loan Company.

Xia Yan: Yeah. Look at these.

Xia Yan flipped open Ji Xiaoqing’s black leather notebook, where Ji Xiaoqing had recorded all her investigations after finding out about the trap loan.

Xia Yan: The last record was on the day before Ji Xiaoqing passed away.

“Those things are still in Qian Yi’s hands. If I call the police, he might retaliate and cause us trouble, which will be bad for Xiaoyu…”

“I will… confront him, and have him never pester me or Xiaoyu again.”

Xia Yan: After Ji Xiaoqing got evidence that Qian Yi was blackmailing others, she wanted to threaten him and have him let of her and her sister.

Xia Yan: If so… her cause of death definitely couldn’t have been a traffic accident. It must have to do with Qian Yi.

MC: Qian Yi died suddenly one week after Ji Xiaoqing’s death due to “cardiac failure”… which likely wasn’t a sudden onset illness.

MC: Instead, it probably has to do with the “boss” in here.

Xia Yan: That’s right.

Xia Yan: I suspect that this “boss” is Oedipus…

Xia Yan: After Qian Yi’s death, he noticed that Sphinx was also investigating Qian Yi. Thus, he thought that Sphinx was like Ji Xiaoqing and had found out about this matter.

Xia Yan: Thinking that he would rather kill wrongly than let anyone slip past, he decided that he had to find Sphinx.

MC: How do we find this “boss”?

Xia Yan: If this “boss” that Qian Yi was talking about really is a top name in society, he’ll probably have appeared in the society news interviews.

Xia Yan: I’ll compare this recording to the online news sound sources.

Xia Yan worked on the sound comparisons, and soon found matching sound sources.

Xia Yan: There are six similar sound sources. If I limit it into Stellis… found it!

Xia Yan: Song Heng, founder and board chairman of Hengda Financial Corporation.

MC: Have there been financial transactions between the Hengda Financial Corporation he founded and Bedo Loans?

Xia Yan: Let’s investigate that after with Sphinx. We should go find Ji Xiaoyu first.

MC: … Okay.

[10kiaoi]

For the 007 Fest Anon prompt: Bond's retirement plan - become a Q branch minion (maybe in the garage/weapons testing/idk whichever you feel). Write his first day on the job. Part 1 of 2

Notes: Unbetaed as always.     

“Good morning, Q.” 

“Christ!” 

Random letters go streaking across his screen as his fingers skitter across the keyboard. The long string of code he is working on is ruined, marred by the sudden input. He hastily undos the mistakes, pressing the shortcuts to save the document in the face of the walking disaster that has suddenly appeared before him. 

“Who the hell let you-” Q splutters in outrage, “Who the hell let him in!”  

He directs the latter half towards the room at large despairingly. The few minions scattered about duck their heads and attempt to meld with whatever project they happen to be working on. 

Bond only grins wider. 

He’s just barely gotten through the paperwork the whole mess with Spectre conjured. Thirteen separate reports! At least five debriefings and testifying before his boss’s boss’s boss! 

Oh to be back during the days whence the highest stake decision he has to make involve forgoing lunch for a month to buy that newest GPU unit or cat tower. 

“And I’ve missed you too!” Bond proclaims proudly, bulldozing pointedly over Q’s muttered curses. 

“Well, I didn’t. Not one iota. Now out with it, what do you want?” 

Bond is a menace on a good day, a standing aspirin prescription on a terrible one. An unanticipated trip to the local Boots after work seems inevitable at the current rate of things.

“Haven’t you received word from M yet?” Bond sniffs infuriatingly

Q has a stinking suspicion where this is going- the getup, no doubt nicked from some poor unsuspecting minion’s locker plays a strong part in forming the hypothesis. He quickly pulls up his email and lo and behold, an email from M sits atop the very large pile of unreads. 

“Why,” Bond smiles charmingly, though all it does is make Q want to reach for the rocket launcher on the other end of the table, “I’m the new Q Branch intern, of course. I, for one, am very pleased for us to be batting for the same team, dear Quartermaster.”

[super-unpredictable98]

Hard Candy Masterlist

Summary: It seemed like the end for Nathan and Lydia, but when she found a way to time travel, she went back to 2009 to make things right. What Lydia didn't know is that being a misfit meant dealing with a whole lot of messed up scenarios, and blood... Tons of it.

Chapter 1: Suck My ASBO

Chapter 2: The Secret Banksy Code

Chapter 3: Little Miss Perfect

Chapter 4: Seal The Deal

Chapter 5: A Twisted Scavenger Hunt

Chapter 6: Getting Away With Murder For Dummies

Chapter 7: Once Upon a Time on The Estate

Chapter 8: Lydia’s Cruel Doubt

Chapter 9: You Can Be So Much Better

Chapter 10: Loving and Losing

Chapter 11: Welcome Back From the Dead

Chapter 12: The Shapeshifter

Chapter 13: How to Be a Big Brother

Chapter 14: The Teasing Olympics

Chapter 15: Matching Tattoos

Chapter 16: Peanut Armageddon

Chapter 17: The New Guy

Chapter 18: Level Up

Chapter 19: The Evil Bitch Spider

Chapter 20: Proper Super-Hero

Chapter 21: Milking Our Powers

Chapter 22: Every Ending is a New Beginning

Chapter 23: Home is Wherever I’m With You

Chapter 24: Ghost of Christmas Future

Chapter 25: The Day We Killed (Fake) Jesus

Chapter 26: New York, Baby

Chapter 27: Epilogue - Back to The Future

**

Hard Candy’ verse drabbles and one shots:

- The Birth of Lollipop (Tales From the Original Timeline)

- Happy Accident (Hard Candy x Bad Kids crossover - OC Kiss Week)

- Prom Night (Tales From the Original Timeline)

- Snow Angels ​​

- Winning Streak (Vegas Baby series)​

- Birthday Boy​

- Celebrity Glamour (Vegas Baby series)

- The Way I Fancy You (Vegas Baby series)

- First Thing in the Morning (Tales From the Original Timeline)

- Perfect Gentleman

- Wishing and Hoping

- Until Death Do Us Part (Or Not)

- No Longer Sinners

- Take Me Back to the Day I Died

- Haaave You Met Blossom? (Tales From the Original Timeline)

- Celebrity Crush

- Just Lydia

- Pre Gig Fun

- Another All Nighter (Tales From the Original Timeline)

- Familiar Embrace

- Locker Inspection

- Unrequited (Tales From the Original Timeline)

- The Newest Werthamner

- I Wanna Wanna Touch Your Body

- Hero’s Confession

- Man vs Machine

- Take It Off

- High On a Feeling

- I Put a Spell on You (Sheehalloween 2022)

- The Curse of Wertham Hollow (Sheehalloween 2022)

- A Lot To Talk About

[the-daily-multi-fandom-post]

The new girl?

Tyler Lockwood x reader, Jermey Gilbert x reader

I hope you like it! Thank you for requesting!! 🖤🖤

No warnings that I know of

She was a new face in town. A beautiful, mysterious, new face in town. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes, the way her Y/h/c hair flowed beautifully as she walked. Everything about her showed beauty and mystery.

Y/n walked into the high school, everyone around stared at her. Wondering who the new girl is. She wore A royal blue t-shirt, black skinny jeans, black converse, and a black jean jacket. Her long/shortish/ short y/h/c hair was down and flowing.

Y/n walked down the hallway to find her lockers. While walking down the hall she could feel the eyes of all the students on her. It made her want to ask them what are staring at. But she knew that was a stupid question.

Putting in the code for her locker she opened the red locker. Grabbing the books she needed for her first class and double checked she had everything.

“Notebook, pencils, books.” She looked through her stuff hoping she had everything she would need. She started down the hall, having a early start in trying to find her first class.

She looked down at the paper she had in her hand. “Alaric Saltzman, history, room 317.”

She looked at the room numbers feeling helpless as she couldn’t find the room. The bell rung and she felt the stress even more.

“Hey, do you need some help?” She heard a deep voice call from behind her. Turning around her Y/e/c eyes met with brown eyes.

“Yes, please.” She sighed as she looked at the teenager.

“I’m Tyler, Tyler Lockwood.” He introduces himself to Y/n.

“I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n.” She smiled shaking Tyler’s hand he had stuck out for her to shake.

“You have Alaric for history. That’s where I’m headed so I can show you the way there.” Y/n smiled and nodded. “Thank you, I don’t think I would make it in time for class if I tried finding it by myself.” Y/n thanked Tyler with a smile.

Walking down the hall Tyler pointed at some of the room. Telling her what rooms were what. Y/n was very thankful for Tyler showing her around. They arrived just in time for history class as the late bell rung.

“Tyler, your just in time!” Alaric spoke up from his desk. “You must be our newest student! Y/n, right?” Alaric asked as he stood up walking in front of his desk as he started passing out papers.

“Yes sir.” Y/n nodded, standing shyly beside his desk.

“Go ahead and choose an empty seat. Then we’ll get started.” Y/n nodded as she took the empty seat in between Tyler and Matt.

“I’m Matt, it’s nice to meet you.” Matt introduced himself to Y/n.

“Y/n, it’s nice to meet you too.” She gave him a polite smile.

After class the bell rung, everyone stood up getting their stuff together to leave for their next class.

“Y/n, let me introduce you to my friends.” Tyler said, deciding to introduce y/n to a few the mystic falls gang.

“Y/n this is Elena, her boyfriend Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, and you Matt you just met.” Tyler introduced Y/n and she smiled giving a small wave to each of them who smiled brightly at her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. Did you just move here?” Stefan asked as he held his hand out for Y/n to shake.

“Umm.. yeah, my parents had to move here for work.” Y/n explained as she shook Stefans hand. But as soon as she shook his hand he pulled back quickly in pain.

“Oh, sorry you must have shocked me.” He tried to come up with an excuse. Y/n nodded as she looked at the Salvatore brother confused.

“Sorry, I- I didn’t mean to shock you.” Y/n said as she played with the silver band around her index finger.

“What’s your next class?” Bonnie asked Y/n with a smile. Trying to get the attention off of Stefan.

“Miss. Jackson’s class English.” She answered the black haired teen.

“Oh, we have that class next!” Caroline called out with a smile. “Yeah, come on! Caroline and I will show you how to get there.” Y/n smiled and nodded as she followed the two girls out of the class waving goodbye to the others who stood in the class with friendly smiles in their faces.

“What happened?” Elena asked as she looked at a confused Stefan.

“Her ring, it burned me. It must’ve had vervain on it or made with it.” Stefan tried to come up with an answer.

“Do you think her parents could be hunters? I mean she did say they came here for work.” Matt offered an excuse as to why she would have vervain.

“Maybe, but Im not just gonna go walk up to her asking if her parents are hunters. That’s trouble for half of this town!” Elena nodded as she looked at Stefan a little worried.

“It’s nothing to worry about. She doesn’t know anything about us! Plus if she did, I don’t think she would be hanging around us. I mean if her parents are hunters that means they taught her to stay away from vampires. Not make friends with them.” Tyler spoke up looking at Stefan and the rest of the gang.

For the rest of the day the friend group kept an eye on Y/n trying to figure her out. Trying to see if she had any sign of being a daughter of hunters.

“Y/n?” Y/n heard her name being called. Turning around she made eye contact with a friend she hadn’t seen in quite some time.

“Jeremy! Oh my God, is that you?” Y/n exclaimed as she rushed over to hug one of her best friends.

“Yeah, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” He said as he hugged Y/n tightly.

“Yeah, I know. I wish we could have seen each other sooner. I mean the last time we seen each other was, what? Three summers ago?”

Jeremy nodded as he pulled away from his friend.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. Back when my parents were alive.” He nodded with a sad smile.

“Oh, Jer. I’m so sorry! I wish I would’ve known sooner. I would have came to make sure you were alright. But you know how my family is.” Y/n spoke softly as she looked at his doe brown eyes.

“Well, you’re gonna have to catch me up on everything I’ve missed out on. I think I’ve met if a few of your friends.” Y/n said as she pulled Jeremy to sit in front of her in the booth.

“Well, what do you want to know?” He asked as he moved the menu over.

“Well, how about we get some food and then you tell me everything I’ve missed for the past 3 years.” Jermey nodded with a smile decided that’s what they were going to do.

“So, you decided to do what?” Jeremy asked looking at Y/n confused. Y/n laughed as she re-explained what she had done.

“Well, after my boyfriend decided to cheat on me with Lexi, I just dumped him. I mean what else was I going to do?” Jeremy looked at his friend with a knowing look.

“The Y/n I know would have probably beaten (your ex name) to a pulp then apologized to the girl for every even thinking about being with (your ex name).” Y/n chuckled at Jeremys assumption and nodded.

“I would’ve but I just decided against it. Plus I was on the verge of breaking up with him anyway. I knew he was cheating on me. Plus, I liked someone else.” She said with a soft smile.

Jeremy nodded and smiled brightly as he looked at his friend. Y/n took a sip of her drink then went back to Jeremy.

“I heard you have a girl.” Y/n spoke with a smirk clearly showing in her voice and face. She watched Jeremy blush and he gave her a small nod.

“Yeah, me and Bonnie. We, um.. we’ve been together for a little bit.” He nodded shyly.

“Well, I’m glad you found someone. I’m so happy your happy!” Y/n exclaimed happily. Grabbing Jeremys hands and caressing here above his.

“The Jeremy Gilbert, finally caught himself a girl! A nice pretty girl too!” Y/n said with a smile.

“Well, what about you, huh? Do you have anyone who seems good enough for you?” Y/n shrugged her shoulders as she sat back in her seat.

“I just moved here. Am I suppose to find a boyfriend the first day I get here?” She joked around and took another sip of her drink.

“Well, I’m just saying there are a few guys here that are single. From what I’ve heard from a friend of mine. Is there is already someone who seems to have a crush on you.” Jeremy sounded like the same Jeremy from all those years ago. The Jermey who was her best friend. That would tell her jokes and pick at her playfully. The two had a brother sister relationship, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Who?!” Y/n jumped quickly leaning in as to hear him better.

“I’m not saying.” Jeremy said holding his hands up.

“Oh, come on jere! Please?!” Jeremy chuckled as he took a French fry off his plate. He ate it while ignoring y/n begging him to tell her about the crush.

“Tyler Lockwood. He told me back at the school. And the way he said it made me think he was being for real.” Y/n studied Jeremy, trying to figure out if he was lying or not.

“For real, why would I lie to you?” He questioned his friend.

“Why would you lie to her about what?” Tyler Lockwood asked as he walked up to their table.

“Nothing!” Y/n said to quickly. Tyler chuckled as he looked to Jeremy.

“I told her how you have a crush on her.” If looks could kill Jeremy would be dead and gone. Tyler looked at Jeremy with a look of murder.

“If you’ll excuse me I’ll be back in a minute.” Y/n said to the two as she seen her parents walk into the grill. Jermey nodded as Tyler moved to let Y/n walk.

He waited for Y/n to be at the table her parents sat at to sit where she was just sitting.

“Dude, why did you tell her?” Tyler asked as he looked at Jeremy.

“Look, dude. If Y/n is anything like she used to be, I promise you she’ll have a crush on you. Plus, I’m pretty sure she likes you too.” Tyler looked at Jeremy trying to figure out what he should do. Does he tell Y/n how he feels and ask her out on a date.

“Should I ask her on a date or something?”

“Pick me up at my house at 7 o’clock. We can go on a date.” Y/n spoke up making Tyler Jump at her sudden voice.

Tyler smiles as she passed him a piece of paper with her number written on it.

~~~

“I can’t believe you were so nerves asking me out.” Y/n said as her boyfriend held her in his arms.

Tyler laughed as he looked down at her. The two were lying in Tyler’s bed just talking about their lives.

“I can’t believe you liked me. I thought for sure you would just want to be friends nothing more.” Tyler chuckled, kissing the top of Y/ns forehead that rested in his bare chest.

“What’s even crazier is that, that was four years ago. So much has happened since then.” Y/n said with a smile as she sat up looking into Tyler’s brown eyes.

“And I’d do it all over, just to have you in my arms longer.” Y/n smiled at Tyler’s words, leaning down she placing a soft kiss on his plump pink lips with her own.

“I love you so much!” She mumbled through the kiss. Tyler smiled as he opened his eyes looking at her Y/e/c eyes.

“I love you, more than you will ever know. I’m so happy to have you in my life. I could imagine life without you.” Y/n blushed at his words. They could be together for a decade and he would still be able to make her blush.

“Well it’s a good thing you’ll never have to worry about that.” Y/n said placing a small peck on his cheek as she sat up on the bed.

Ever since that first date Y/n and Tyler have never been separated. They love each other so much. They could not think of life without the other. And hopefully they will never, ever have to think about living without the other.

@embrycallgirlss

[tails89]

Aliit ori'shya tal'din

Family is more than blood

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Word count: 3700

No pairings

Summary: Din didn’t usually spare much through for annual holidays, Life Day included. There wasn’t much point when one spent most of their time travelling through the vast void of space where days were a monotonous streak of pitch black and starlight.

This year, there is a reason to celebrate.

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***

It’s the insistent warning from the fuel gauge that forces Din to find somewhere to land. They’ve been traveling for a week, jumping from one quadrant to the next, never coming out of hyperspeed long enough to do much more than input the next set of coordinates and jump again.

Taking out Moff Gideon was supposed to solve their problems but they were yet to reap the rewards. Din can only hope that as word of the Moff’s demise continues to circulate, the hunters who still hold trackers will come to realise there is no longer any payout at the end. Until then, Din and the kid will need to keep moving—until they can be safe.

There’s also the matter of the Jedi.

He’d almost let the Jedi take Grogu after defeating Moff Gideon. The kid needs training. That much is certain, but Din isn’t ready to hand the little womp rat over to someone who may not have the kid’s best interests at heart. The Jedi, Luke, had given Din the coordinates to his school and an invitation to see it for himself. Din plans to take him up on that offer, but not yet.

The alarm whines again, the shrill sound set’s Din’s teeth on edge as he silences it. He misses that about Razor Crest. It had been old, but reliable and he’d known exactly how far he could stretch a full tank of fuel. There are too many things about this new ship that just don’t feel right. The galley is set up in a similar configuration as the old one, but the shelves are just a half step across, and Din has not yet learned to duck.

There’s a noise behind him in the cockpit—the soft patter of tiny feet and a high-pitched coo before a tug on his cloak draws Din’s attention down.

Grogu stares up at him with his large, expressive eyes.

“You want to help me find a place to refuel?”

He lifts the kid up to sit on his lap and drops them out of hyperspace. The kid watches with wide eyes as the long streaks of starlight condense into pinpricks of light.

“Alright.” Flicking up the map, Din presses a button on the console and their location blinks back at them. “This is us.”

The kid reaches for the hologram, one three-fingered hand stretching towards the flashing lights. The other clutches his newest toy—Din hasn’t worked it where it came from, but it’s definitely part of the ship.

Search the nearby planets, Din finds one that meets their requirements.

“Mirador,” he says out loud for the kid’s benefit. “It’s only a few hours away. Quiet, no known Imperial bases. What do you think?”

Grogu coos in agreement, at least, Din decides to take it is agreement. The kid understands more that it seems and is generally pretty good at getting his point across despite the language barrier. He plugs in the coordinates and stands, scooping the child out of his lap. If all goes smoothly and with out fuss, there’s enough time to feed his kid and catch up on a few hours sleep before Din needs to pilot the ship down the to the planet’s surface.

***

“Let’s see what we’ve got in here.”

Din set’s Grogu down on the bench and moves through the narrow space of the galley. They’re completely out of fresh food and Din makes a mental note to restock while they’re down on the planet, before looking at their dry rations. Before finding the child, Din had never been too fussed about eating. It was a necessity for survival, but he’d never taken any particular pleasure from the act. With another mouth to feed—a surprisingly picky mouth considering the things Din had seen swallowed whole—he’d had to expand his options.

Pulling one of the ration bars from the cupboard, Din tears open the packaging and starts breaking it down into smaller chunks, dividing the bar between two cups. Without anything to add to it, the soup will be rather bland, but it has all the nutrients and will be filling.

Carefully adding hot water, Din stirs until the chunks have dissolved, then adds cold water to the smaller cup to bring the temperature down.

“Sorry kiddo,” he says, pushing the cup towards Grogu. “It’s just for one meal. I’ll resupply when we land.”

The kid clutches at the cup, but makes no move to drink, his ears drooping in disappointment at the brown liquid.

“Come on,” Din reasons. “It’s not that bad.” He picks up his soup, lifting his helmet just high enough the raise the cup to his lips. “See?” He says, moving around the end of the bench. “Your turn.”

He passes the end of the shelving, just narrowly remembering to duck his head this time.

The kid giggles and finally drinks.

***

The new ship doesn’t have a sleeping compartment. The Razor Crest hadn’t had one either when Din had first come into possession of it— he’d repurposed a storage cupboard, fitting it out with a mattress and eventually turning it into something almost comfortable.

The new ship has an alcove. It’s not much more than a deep corner where two walls meet, but it’s out of the way, directly under the cockpit and half shielded by the ladder. It can’t be closed off the way the old compartment could, but until Din starts collecting bounties again, it’ll do.

Sitting on the warn mattress, Din starts pulling off his boots. He doesn’t remove all of his armour, just enough to sleep comfortably—the pauldrons, belt, and chest plate— and programs his vambrace to wake him just before they leave hyperspace.

The kid watches him throughout this little ritual, tucked away in his own little nest-bed, his large dark eyes blinking drowsily.

Finally ready to sleep, Din hesitates, his fingers flexing beside his head. After defeating Gideon and rescuing the child, Din had shown Grogu his face. After coming so close the losing the kid, he’d wanted to look at him with his own two eyes, to reassure himself that this was real.

He’d taken to sleeping without his helmet once they’d gone off on their own. Each time he removes it, it gets a little easier, but he’s still learning to reconcile his childhood lessons of the creed and the Re’solnare, and what he’s seen and learned in the last few weeks.

The helmet comes of with a soft hiss and Din sets in on the floor beside his boots. He lies back and closes his eyes, silently counting down in his head. Like clockwork, just as he reaches zero there is a shuffling as Grogu abandons his bed for Din’s.

He shouldn’t encourage it, but the separation had been hard on them both, so instead of sending him back to bed, Din lifts his arm so his kid can burrow in closer.

***

The vibration of his vambrace wakes Din a few hours later.

Careful not to wake the child, he sits up, tugging on his boots and reattaching his armour.

With his helmet tucked under one arm, he climbs the ladder to the cockpit, taking his seat in the pilot’s chair just as the bright streaks of starlight wink out as they leave hyperspace.

Up in the distance, the planet Mirador looms.

The beeping of fuel gauge is insistent now, Din shuts it off with the flick of a switch—he doesn’t need the reminder. The planet is in range and there’s just enough fuel to land—though it will be close.

He disengages the autopilot and locks in on the refueling station he’d scanned earlier. As he approaches the planet, his comms burst to life and he is assigned a bay to land in.

Grogu is awake when Din steps off the ladder. No doubt the loud clanking of the fuel line being attached woke him. He stares up from Din’s bed and voices his disapproval.

“Time to get up, we need to get moving.” Din scoops him up, ignoring the way the child goes limp in an effort to avoid being picked up. Grogu is a fairly easy-going child, despite everything that has happened to him, but he is a child and like some of the younger children back at the covert, prone to the occasional tantrum. Din can only hope this sour mood isn’t building to that.

“You know you can’t stay here,” Din says, carrying Grogu over to the weapons locker to grab his blaster. The kid whines, cranky and still half-asleep. “I know kiddo, but it’s not going to happen.”

He punches in the code to open the locker, ignoring the weapon that hangs beside the blaster—that was another problem Din wasn’t ready to deal with—and holsters the gun before resecuring the locker.

The next challenge is deciding how to carry Grogu.

Mirador’s distance from the nearby sun means that it is covered in snow and ice for the majority of its solar year. The days are short and frigid and Din’s usual method of carrying Grogu in his arms or in a satchel are not going to cut it in this weather.

He fashions a sling by cutting strips from a spare blanket and tying it around his waist. He has to take his cloak off to secure the sling, but once he’s done, he can pull the heavy material of his cloak around them both to stay warm.

When he’s ready, he hits the release for the ramp.

The kid burrows down further into the sling at the first blast of icy air that blows through the hold. Din wraps the cloak tighter around them and steps out into the snow. The heater in his suit helps to keep the frigid air at bay as they make their way towards the market town.

The child settles down after a few minutes, the slow rise and fall of his back against the cloak suggesting he’s asleep.

Good, Din thinks. He can’t imagine anything worse than shopping in the cold with a fussy child and in all honesty, the kid could use the extra sleep. They both could. Between the frequent resetting of their course and the constant vigilance since leaving Moff Gideon’s light cruiser, decent sleep has been few and far between.

The town, when they reach it, is brightly lit against the gloomy weather. The stalls are all outside, but they are each set up with large glowing heaters to keep people, and the wares, from freezing.

Din starts at one of the larger shopfronts, purchasing what he needs to restock the ship. They’re low on most things, the ship having been little more than a shell when it came into his possession, but in a town this small he’ll only be able to find the basic necessities. Fruit and vegetables are almost prohibitively expensive on a planet of Mirador’s type, but the meat seems reasonable.

Once he’s handed over an outrageous number of credits, Din gives instructions for delivery and moves on. He wanders from stall to stall with no real intention of purchasing anything else, just enjoying the opportunity to stretch his legs after a week on a cramped spaceship.

At some point, Din’s going to need to resume work. He’s got enough credits coming in from Dune and Karga to keep him and the kid fed, but he can’t live on their generosity forever. His conscience alone won’t let him. He needs to get back to what he knows, what he’s good at and earn money for the covert… once he finds them.

In the meantime, he’s happy enough to meander through the market. Many of the stalls are decorated and Din wonders if the planet has some local holiday approaching. He’s lost all sense of time in the last few weeks. It’s hard to measure the passage of days when speeding through the endless night of space.

As a Mandalorian he draws many stares as he walks, but the lump under his cloak goes unnoticed in the cold. He feels the child squirm against his chest just as his own stomach starts to rumble. He remembers passing a stall some time back selling hot food, so he doubles back to find it.

In the end, he follows his nose to the vendor roasting some sort of meat.

The Teltior woman looks up warily as he approaches, but Din is used to the stares his armour draws and just gestures for two of the skewers. Inside his cloak, Grogu shifts again, his clawed fingers skittering against the beskar.

“Don’t often see your kind on this planet, Mando,” she says conversationally as she turns the roasting meat on the grill. “Not here to cause trouble I hope.”

At the sound of another voice, Grogu coo’s something in response. Din tightens his hold on the edges of the cloak and shakes his head. “No trouble,” he says, raising his voice to cover the kid’s mumbling.

The Teltior’s eyes narrow slightly, but she doesn’t say anything else as she cooks. The scent of the roasting meat fills the air and kid makes a loud noise.

“Patience,” Din mutters under his breath, pressing one hand against the kid’s back in an effort to soothe him. He glances up, nervous, hoping the keep the child hidden but the noises from within his cloak become more insistent so Din lets the edges drop before his kid does something drastic, like use those Jedi powers of his.

The kid has his hands planted against the Mandalorian’s chest, twisting away to catch a glimpse of what’s going on behind him. With a silent sigh behind his mask, Din loosens the sling so that he can turn Grogu around and then refastens it.

The stallholder’s eyes go wide at the sight of the small green child, her eyes flicking from the kid up to Din’s helmet as she hands over the sticks of roasted meat and accepts the coins.

“Mine were like that,” she says, the suspicion gone from her tone, replaced with fond amusement. Her eyes are trained on the small green hand that’s come up, reaching for his lunch. “Like a nekarr cat the moment food was served. You’d think I never fed them.”

“Yeah, he uh- eats.” Din takes a half step back, ready to end the conversation and get back to the safety of their ship.

“He’s a cutie,” she continues blithely, leaning forward against the counter. “So, will this be your first Life Day with the little one?”

“Life Day?” His head jerks up, suddenly the decorations make sense. “Uh- yes?” He turns his attention down to the kid who is staring at the food, arms outstretched and grasping.  He hands over one of the skewers and the kid immediately chomps down, babbling happily to himself.

“Cherish this moment,” she says. “They don’t stay this size forever. Next thing you know they’re grown and leaving home.”

***

After escaping the marketplace, Din wanders around looking for a secluded place the eat. He finds a sheltered spot behind a snowy outcrop and sits on the gnarled and folded trunk of a stunted tree.

While they eat, his thought’s drift back to the conversation with the stallholder.

Din didn’t usually spare much through for annual holidays, Life Day included. There wasn’t much point when one spent most of their time travelling through the vast void of space where days were a monotonous streak of pitch black and starlight.

He remembers celebrating the holiday as a child. The memories of his parents are faint and fleeting, the good times overshadowed by the grief of losing them.

Much more vivid, and welcome, are the memories with his buir and the clan—his aliit. It was a time for everyone to come together for good food and good cheer. The children would be given gifts and the adults would tell stories.

Din wants that for his kid.

He sits up sharply, eliciting a squeak from Grogu.

No, not his kid, he corrects silently, wondering when he started referring to Grogu as his in his head. He can’t afford to let himself think like that. As right as the word might feel, Din’s main priority needs to be returning Grogu to his kind—the Jedi.

He glances down at the kid, gnawing on the on the skewer. He’s a mess, his face and smock stained with meat juices. Wiping the worst of it from Grogu’s face, Din decides there’s not much else that can be done for it. They’ll just have to wait until they get back to the ship and he can find the kid a change of clothes.

But first—there’s something he needs to do.

Grogu doesn’t complain to much about being rugged back up. The wind had picked up while they sat, and the cloak offers an extra layer of protection from the icy blast.

They detour through the market on their way back to the ship so Din can pick up a few more things.

***

The light is fading by the time they return to the ship. It’s been refuelled so Din hands over the credits then takes the kid inside out of the cold. All of his earlier purchases have been delivered too, sitting just inside the hold.

Din’s anxious to get moving again, uncomfortable with spending so much time in one spot, but he needs to change Grogu into something clean and put everything away first.

He starts with the kid, unwrapping him from the sling and setting him down on the bed. He takes in the mess with a soft sigh beneath the helmet and collects a clean robe from their meagre box of possessions. Between the two of them they don’t own a lot of clothing. Still—the new outfit will be clean and keep the kid warm until Din can get the heating going again.

“Okay,” he says, holding up the robe. “I’ll make this quick.”

He manages to strip the kid one handed, keeping him still with the other, but the kid wriggles, making a game of the task.

“You’re going to get cold,” Din warns him, struggling to pull the new robe over the long green ears. “Just sit still.” He manages to pull the outfit over Grogu’s head and slip his arms through the sleeves. “I don’t know why you make that so hard every time,” he sighs, exasperated but fond. “I know you understand me.” He digs out one of the toys from their blankets and hands it over to keep Grogu entertained while he moves everything from the hold to the galley. It also gives him the opportunity to hide the gift he’d bought.

Once he’s done, he takes Grogu up to the cockpit—the sealed room will heat faster than the rest of the ship once the life support is engaged. He buckles in the kid and starts flicking the switches the power the engines.

Night has well and truly fallen across the snowy planet as the propulsion engines kick in. The ship rises steadily into the air and Din pilots them up out of the atmosphere. As soon as they’re clear of the planet, Din makes the jump to hyperspace hoping to put some distance between themselves and their last location, then sets the ship to autopilot.

***

Din wakes to the not unfamiliar sensation of something poking his face. It’s how he’s woken most mornings when he is not wearing his helmet—the kid was better than any alarm clock.

It comes again- the gentle pinching of his cheek- and he grabs the kid before the little womp rat can do it a third time. The kid giggles at the manhandling, wiggling against the hand holding him at bay. It’s a favoured game, but one that tends to be played too early. Din himself is an early riser, but somehow his kid just seems to have a knack for knowing when he’s in the deepest cycle of sleep and chooses that moment to wake him.

Today though, he doesn’t mind.

Rising from the bed, Din searches his hiding spot for the little cloth wrapped bundle.

“This is for you,” he says, returning to sit, legs crossed in front of the bed and setting down the gift. “Happy Life Day kid.”

It isn’t much— a couple of small toys so the kid will stop stealing ship parts and a new tunic. Grogu takes his time picking up each toy and holding them up to show Din, chattering away in excitement.

Din wonders if he understands the significance of this day, if anyone else has celebrated with him in the last fifty years or if, as far as Grogu’s concerned, today is just another day.

For Din, Life Day has always been day for family.

Is that what they are?

Family. A clan of two.

After everything they have gone through together, everything Din has done for the sake of the child. Everything he would do—are they not family?

Din’s entire worldview has shifted in the scant few months since he’d taken on a bounty and found a child. He’d removed his helmet—an act he swore he would never do in the presence of another living thing. He’d broken his creed for Grogu, yet somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Everything he’d done in his desperation to rescue Grogu had been worth it.

Grogu needs the Jedi, he needs to be trained… but as a child surely he needs more than that? Din wants him to have more than that.

“Grogu, hey.” He pulls the kids attention away from the toys he’s gleefully smashing together. “I-” he licks his lips against the sudden dryness in his mouth. It shouldn’t be this hard. He is a Mandalorian, the beroya for the tribe, master of the darksabre, the weapon of the Mandalor.

As though he can sense Din’s internal struggle, Grogu stands, reaching up for Din.

Taking one little green hand in his, Din steady’s his thoughts with a breath, and speaks the words that will make them family.

“Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad.”

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The Supplejack

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Chapter Thirteen: A New Normal

Routines were the foundation Peter built his life on. Like playing the long game in chess, Peter chose his pieces carefully and played each move keeping the end in mind; only moving when all routes had been thought out. He made his decisions when he knew it would be safe.

But his routine was gone now and Peter was walking on a crumbling chess board. Or maybe he had never been playing chess. Maybe it was a different game altogether.

-

His body stiffened under the sheets that clung to his skin. Peter ran a hand through his hair, grimacing at the sweat at the back of his neck.

A sliver of moon shined through the window and into his room. Peter turned his phone on the dresser, blinking at the brightness of it and groaned at the late hour. With one eye closed he read through the messages and put the phone back down on the nightstand without answering.

He threw a wrist over his eyes and focused on his breath. The sheet moved with every inhale and exhale. Still feeling restless, Peter turned to face the wall. He reached out, brushing his fingers against the imperfections in the wall.

Peter sighed and waited until it was early enough to get up for the day.  

-

Allowing himself a few days of moping was hard as he only wanted to stay in bed for longer but he couldn’t stand the hovering May was doing. How she was casting worried eyes on him for longer and longer.

He created a new routine for himself. It was just as good as his old one, if not better, he argued with himself.

He was fine.

-

Peter sighed as he bypassed the hallway he knew Ned was waiting in and made his way out of the school. One in the midst of a crowd.

He slipped away, down the stairs and outside. Breathing fast he quickened his pace and kept his head forward when he heard his name being called from behind.

“Peter!”

The toes of his shoe dangled off the top step. Peter turned around as Flash reached him. Flash put his hands in his pockets and Peter shifted under the gaze of his friend.

“You’re avoiding me.” He said.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, pulled the hair there when he felt the blush rise on his neck and cheeks.  

“No, I’m not.”

“Let’s not pretend I’m stupid. I know you’re avoiding me and the rest of the little group.” Flash said.  His eyes pierced Peter until he dropped them to the ground, looking small for once. “We need to talk about it, Peter.”

He was beginning to hate the sound of his name anytime someone said it. Since Oscorp, his name became more of a plea, a worry from the people around him.

Peter glanced at his watch.

“No, we really don’t. I’m late so I’ll see you around sometime.” He said turning around and walking down the stairs.

“Answer your text messages.” Flash yelled from the top of the steps to Peter.

Peter shook his head to himself and continued on his way. His stomach clenched at the confrontation and he turned off his phone, even though it was only a matter of time before something would happen and everyone wouldn’t be content with only trying to talk to him.

Still, they hadn’t tried anything too uncomfortable yet and after the conference he could distance himself further in the summer. He would have to keep working, now in the library, until after their presentation.

The subway ride was full of people on their way to jobs in the city.

It was the same subway he’d taken before to get into the city. The same one to get to the internship.  

Peter put his headphones in, blocking out the thoughts that threatened to overrun him.

He was fine.

After he got off the subway he walked by a rusting news stand. Across ten screens a woman was crying, speaking between breaths about being mugged. She called for help to the people and the government to stop the frequency of crime in her neighborhood. She called for someone to help.

Peter pulled his jacket tighter around his body and began walking again. Peter navigated through the other hordes of people and kept his head down.

Barry Electronics was situated across from a Bagel & Coffee and a Starbucks. Barry, the owner, joked with Peter that they would never run out of snacks and more often than not Peter found himself waiting in line, food order in hand.

The small brick and mortar shop door was innocuous and the sign nonexistent. Dave, his Ham friend from Dayton was the one who the one told Peter about the store and their opening.  

The bell rung as he entered the shop and rows of transmitters and radios greeted him. Classical music wound through the aisles. Peter sat behind a desk in the back where a Yaesu FT-DX3000D sat exposed. Its parts were scattered across the desk all in place where he left them yesterday.

“How’s it going back here?” Barry leaned around the doorframe, taking in the tense set of his newest employee’s shoulders.

“It’s going well, Mr. Barry.” Peter said. He stood up, pushing the chair in to face his boss. He played with the hem of his sweatshirt before looking down at the man’s shoes. The white plastic covering the toes of the Converse were pealing and brown but the red color of the canvas was bright. Peter looked at his own black ones and the holes forming in the side.

“I just wanted to apologize again, sir. I’m not the best with peo-”

“Now stop there, young man. You don’t have anything to apologize for. Mr. Steffes has been coming here for a long time and you were doing your job is all. Not your fault you knew more about the FT than he did.”

“But isn’t the customer always right?”

The man stepped into the room, pulling the ends of his beard and observing Peter.

“Well, normally that’s right but us radio folks sometimes think we know everything and when a new comer, especially a young one such as yourself, arrives it can be intimidating.”

“Intimidating?” Peter never in a million years would have thought he would be described as that.

Barry shrugged and Peter smiled with a fresh blush and another thought to the sale he’d lost them at his boss’s next words.

“You’re young and you know your stuff. That’s why I hired you, kid.”

At the nickname Peter flinched, curling his shoulders in on themselves.

“Sorry again, Mr. Barry, and thanks for putting me back here.”

The man sighed and Peter stopped himself from remembering another person who sighed the same way only a couple weeks ago.

“Think nothing of it, eh? If you’re more comfortable back here, I can deal with those pesky customers, alright?”

His shoulders dropped a smidge when Barry left and Peter got back to work. He allowed himself to get lost in the turn of the screw and the electrical board.

-

The street lights were long on by the time he arrived back at their apartment. May was already asleep and Peter leaned against the counted in the kitchen watching the ramen spin around the microwave.

He piled blankets over his lap and ate the siracha soaked noodles in bed while trying to finish some last-minute math homework for the next day.

The empty bowl sat on his nightstand beside his turned off phone. Peter worked until he fell asleep, slumped over the Pythagorean theorem.

His woke with a start, chest heaving against his pounding heart. Peter grabbed his t-shirt. Hands raked down his chest trying to wipe the blood dripping off of it away.

He brought his knees to his chest knowing in a distant part of his mind that there was only sweat there. There was no blood now. It was only a memory now.

Shivers racked his spine. Without turning on a light Peter swung his legs off the edge and walked over to his backpack. By feel he found his old notebook and brought it

Without turning on the light Peter swung his legs off the edge and walked over to his backpack. By feel he found his old notebook and brought it back to his bed. He curled under the covers and flipped to a random page.

Peter couldn’t see the words but he knew they were there stained across the page. The indents from the pen on paper created strange patterns on the tips of his fingers. Some were deep and others he could barely feel at all.

He knew his were the deeper scratches. His scrawling handwriting stabbed into the paper in an attempt to sow all his thoughts into something coherent. In the urgency to prove himself Peter often found his wrist cramping and the sides of his hand smeared with black ink. He wrote as if this was all he could, as his life poured onto the page along with the ink.

The other handwriting took up the margins and like small vines plunged into the spaced between his own thoughts on the page. The indents there were shallow, casual, in their impression. They began sparse, only filling in spaces here and there with notes of encouragement or corrections, but as Peter flipped farther into the book they began to intermingle with his writings. The two merged, playing off of each other and entangling.

Tear drops fell onto the pages, smearing the words into something illegible.

And sleep stayed a stranger till the morning. Peter woke to find the notebook crushed between his fist.

He shoved it in the crack between the wall and his bed frame as the alarm blared, before stumbling to the shower.

-

Please answer. We’re all worried about you - Julia.

Peter shoved his phone into the locker and straightened the visor he was wearing. He’d have to make sure to email her the rest of his work for their project later.

Suppressing a yawn, he walked to the front of the café mentally going over the different coffee recipes he needed to learn.

Cindy, his manager, stared at him as he began cleaning the counter and he wondered again why she was a manager at a coffee shop if she was not a morning person.

“You’re taking orders today. Can you handle that?”

No.

“Sure.” he said.

The cash register glared at him. He tapped the counter wishing the shift would go faster and hoping, against prior reason, school would get there faster.

As he typed in the code for a chai latte and toasted bagel, he berated himself for thinking he would excel at a job at a coffee shop.

There were appealing aspects such as the routine which was filled to the brim with recipes and schedules, but there were drawbacks.  People, however kind they were at normal hours of the day, weren’t at their best in the morning.

His late hours were making work before school a problem he should have seen coming. But all he thought about filling out the applications was that he needed to keep busy, to do something with his time now and not how to talk with customers.

Not to mention, now that his involvement with Stark Industries had ended so prematurely, he had to make up for it with something for his applications.

Cindy wasn’t as accommodating as Barry it turned out and this morning Peter was taking a woman in a smart suit’s order.

“Right up, Ma’am” he said, not making eye contact.

The woman stepped aside, she was a regular and knew the drill, and two teenagers around his age stepped forward asking what their specials were and how they were made.

He couldn’t wait till school.

-

He couldn’t wait till school was over.

Peter sat in stacks of the library, lunch forgotten beside him. His eyes traced over his work and school schedules again. He swallowed. One more glance at all the deadlines in red and closed his planner.

His eyes closed. He exhaled. The air around him was still.

Peter’s mind wandered around safe topics: his new jobs, May’s attempt at making flan, and the laundry he needed to do.

Someone poked him and Peter flinched back, hitting his head against the books.

“Sorry.”

Ned sat next to him munching on pretzels. The boy glanced over from the corner of his eyes and back up the aisle. Peter went to gather his stuff but Ned interrupted him before he could stand up.

“Don’t go. I- I’ll go if you want to be alone but I won’t pester you. Not right now at least.” He said the words softer than necessary for the library and Peter settled back tensed against his spot.

As if calculating his movements, Ned settled back against the shelves. He handed the bag over and Peter grabbed a pretzel, nibbling at the ends of it.

Ned smiled at Peter.

They sat in silence until the bell rang. Ned squeezed Peter’s shoulder before he hurried off to class and handed him the rest of the pretzels.

Peter held back the tightness nestled in his chest.  

-

The time in the library replayed in his mind on the subway into the city.

He’d almost forgotten how understanding Ned could. How patient his friend was.

But he knew the questions would start soon. From Ned or Julia or someone. The curiosity practically burned in their eyes and he couldn’t talk about it. Any of it.

Barry smiled from the front desk when Peter walked in.

“The FT is waiting for you in the back. I got the part she needed.”

Peter nodded and after punching his card, wandered into the back.

May was gone when he got home and a note sat at her place on the kitchen table.  He didn’t heat anything up for dinner and played his filled lunchbox back into the fridge to use tomorrow.

Peter climbed into bed, clothes on and cracked his back. He set an alarm for the coffee shop in the morning and refused to think about May’s handwriting and her missing him at dinner.

He closed his eyes and thought about coffee orders and radio parts.

The new routine was good. Peter was busy now and busy was good.

Not two hours passed from when he laid down that Peter jerked up with nightmares clinging to his pores and sweat sticking to his back.

He groped the notebook in the slot besides the bed and laid there thinking about how tomorrow and the next day would be the same.

How he hated his new routine.

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Next Chapter Fifteen: Encounters of a Third Kind 

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One Word

Requested by: @monstersmaid

Featuring:  Evil, Naito, Sanada, Bushi/FC

Category:   Smut

Word Count: 3975

Warnings: M/M/M/M/F smut.  No slash. Language.  Drinking. 

23.          “I deserve something nice for putting up with you.”

Aya had to hold back her laugh as Manamie, the head of Human Resources, spoke with worry evident in her eyes.  One month in and she had called Aya into her office to make sure everything was running smoothly as Los Ingobernables newest personal assistant.  At the start of her employment Aya had been warned about these boys, but soon found it all overboard.   They were sweet as kittens far as she was concerned. 

“No need to worry Manamie.  I have these boys eating out of my hand.” Aya said with a cocky grin as she left her office. 

Aya didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.  Flash them a pretty smile, a little flirting and they were putty.   All that was needed to keep them in line was a strong confident woman who could play their own game better than them.  

“Hi boys,�� Aya greeted with a wide smile as she walked in their locker room, making sure she didn’t show any outward reaction to Bushi standing in just a towel or Naito’s naked ass on full display as he ruffled through his duffle bag. 

“You ready for your interview Sanada?” Aya asked the quiet man, bringing his attention up from his phone.  He stared at her speculatively for a moment and Aya briefly worried that he was going to give her some of the infamous attitude she had been warned about.   Instead he nodded and turned to grab his suit jacket.  

“What did Manamie want?” Naito asked as he stepped into his trunks. 

“Oh she was just surprised I had lasted a month with you guys with no issues. Wanted to make sure everything was running smoothly.”  Aya told him.  “Nothing important.”

“You’ve lasted a month?”  Evil spoke up, his dark eyes focusing on their assistant.  “I didn’t realize it had been that long already.”  He looked around the room at his brothers. 

“One month.” Evil said again his hand raising to stroke the beard on his chin.   “Interesting. Maybe Aya deserves something for lasting so long.” 

 “I deserve something nice for putting up with you.” Aya deadpanned with a grin, the group of them laughing a bit too heartily at her little joke.  It wasn’t that funny.

“I’m sure we can come up with something nice for the woman who has us eating out her hand.” Evil said softly.

It wasn’t until she was walking down the hallway with Sanada that it occurred to her that Evil had used the exact phrasing she had used with Manamie.  Shaking it off as a coincidence Aya herded Sanada into the car to drive him over to his interview with Tokyo Sports Magazine. 

He ignored her for most of the ride as was his usual M.O., nose buried in the phone while she snuck glances at his perfect profile from the driver’s seat.   It wasn’t until Aya pulled into a parking space that she noticed his attention focused on her.

“We should celebrate.”  Sanada said flashing a smile that stole Aya’s breath.  If she had been standing Aya was certain her knees would be weak.  She hadn’t been the recipient of that particular smile before and damn if it wasn’t lethal.   

“Celebrate?” Aya asked after a moment, not quite sure what they had to celebrate.  

“It’s been a long time since someone made it to the one month mark with us.”  Sanada said casually as he climbed out of the car.  Ava hurriedly locked the car and practically jogged to keep up with his long strides, finally reaching his side.  “You should let me take you out tonight.” 

Her steps stuttered noticeably, Sanada’s smile shifting into a smirk making her try to mask her stumble by pretending she got a rock in her shoe.  Sanada graciously offered his arm for Aya to hold onto while she shook the invisible pebble from her shoe, hanging on a bit too long for a professional relationship. 

“Age-ha?  9:00?” He asked flashing that killer smile again that had her readily agreeing with a wide grin that was surely too eager but Aya couldn’t contain it.   Not only was she going on a date with the Sanada, but he was taking her to the most exclusive club there was.  One that was impossible to get into unless you knew the right people.   Aya was practically bouncing throughout the rest of the day feeling on top of the world. 

When they made it back to the venue and Sanada gave Aya the rest of the afternoon off to get herself ready, it was icing on the cake.  Aya had been worrying whether she had anything that wouldn’t make her stick out like a sore thumb in the upscale atmosphere at Age-Ha and now she had time to go buy a new outfit just for tonight.  Something that was going to blow Sanada’s socks off and make him not even look at another woman.

When Aya answered the door later that evening, the way Sanada’s eyes raked over her form when he saw her in the deep purple and gold Prada mini dress was well worth blowing an entire paycheck on it.  She would be eating noodles for the next month, but it was money well spent.  Besides Aya was hoping this would blossom into more than one date and Sanada could feed her a few times to offset the cost.

Aya smiled adoringly at Sanada as he handed her into the low Lamborghini, his hand lingering on her waist and brushing over her ass as she slid in.   He didn’t talk much on the drive which Aya didn’t mind. She was growing used to Sanada’s penchant for quiet.  As they drove, Aya reflected on the evening ahead instead of trying to make conversation, working to suppress the giddy giggles that wanted to fill the air as she stared out the lights flashing past the windows.

At Age-Ha

Evil sipped on his scotch as he watched Naito pacing around Sanada’s private room at the club, tugging at the collar of his button down shirt with a frown on every turn. 

“I can’t believe you wore one of your ring suits here. Where’s your class Naito?”  Bushi scoffed, rolling his eyes to make his thoughts about Naito’s suit choice abundantly clear as he smoothed down the coat of his own Louis Vuitton suit.

“Those are the only suits I have.”  Naito argued with a flick of his middle finger in Bushi’s direction.  “I hate these places.  Gotta wear a fucking suit.  Sanada pays enough to this club.  We should be able to wear our underwear if we want.” 

“Morons.”  Evil said with a shake of his head at his two arguing brothers.  “You’re in a private room now Naito.  Take the shit off if you want. Dress code only applies down on the floor.” 

Naito did just that, making quick work of shedding his white suit revealing the tank top and athletic shorts hidden underneath before tossing it aside in a heap.  Now that he was comfortable he lay across the lounger after grabbing a bottle from the bucket of ice in the middle of the seating area.   He wasn’t a huge fan of the fancy imported beers this place carried, but they didn’t stock the cheap domestics he preferred so he would make do.  

Bushi poured himself a glass of wine then moved over to the windows overlooking the dance floor.  Bushi wasn’t much of a dancer, but he did enjoy watching the bodies writhing on each other.  The upper crusts of society and they reduced themselves to nothing more than panting bodies, no different than those they looked down upon.  

“Sanada’s here.”  Bushi announced as he spotted their blonde haired friend walk through the entrance with Aya in tow.

Down on the floor Sanada ushered Aya through the crowd towards the stairs that lead to the private quarters.  Hand on her hip he guided her up the marble staircase and turned down the hallway leading to his suite.  

“Oh,” Aya pulled up short as she stepped inside finding all of her charges scattered throughout the room.  “I didn’t realize they were all going to be here.”  

“What?  Did you think this was a date?” Sanada scoffed leaving her side and joining Bushi near the window to survey the crowd below. 

Aya stood hesitantly in the doorway feeling off kilter with the sudden change in plans.  Not once had Sanada said anything to lead her to believe this wasn’t a date.   She felt a bit foolish for assuming, but wasn’t going to let it ruin her evening.  Plastering on a smile Aya moved over to the opulent seating area, sitting perched at the very end of one of the sectionals.

“Aya, don’t be shy.”  Naito called from the other end.  “Come join us.”

He patted the space between him and Evil expectantly. 

Aya pushed aside the nerves bubbling over and stood, walking slowly towards the two men, carefully stepping over Evil’s feet and settling on the edge of the cushion.  

A startled cry flew from her lips as Naito grabbed her and pulled her back to sit fully on the couch his arm draped over her shoulders.  

“Stop being so uptight,” Naito laughed as Evil leaned forward to pour Aya a glass of wine.  “This is supposed to be fun.” 

Her questions were cut off as a waitress knocked and quietly entered the room, approaching Sanada for instructions.  Aya smiled at Evil as he handed her a glass of red wine, humming in appreciation as she took a sip of the rich liquid.  

The waitress made her way over to take their orders followed by Sanada and Bushi who took up the half of the couch Aya had vacated.   Only after she left the room and Aya found herself the center of attention did her nerves return.  

“This is a pretty dress,” Naito said softly, his index finger slipping under the shoulder strap and stroking her skin.   “Did you buy it just to impress Sanada?” 

Aya blushed because that was exactly what she had done.  Her earlier embarrassment returning as she remembered Sanada’s scoffing words. 

“You know Sanada doesn’t date right?”  Bushi spoke up.  “He just fucks.” 

“You would think you had picked that up in the past month."  Naito said with a slow shake of his head as he chuckled.

Sanada smirked, leaning back against the couch and sipping at the glass of wine in his hand as he stared at Aya with an unreadable expression. 

“Did you think you were special?”  Evil asked, his voice low and deep forcing Aya to strain to hear him, leaning slightly in his direction.  “The girl who has LIJ eating out of the palm of her hand?  Did you think you could tame him?” 

“Why do you keep saying that?” Aya asked.  “I never said that.” 

Evil’s countenance shifted, his thick lips curving into a sneer and fingers clenching as he glared at her.

“Don’t lie to me.”  Evil snapped.  “You think Manamie was going to keep your little secret?  That she wouldn’t let me know exactly what you said in that meeting?  Manamie answers to me.” 

Aya jumped as Naito’s arm tightened around her and pulled her closer to his side.  Naito’s fingers danced tantalizingly up her arms leaving goosebumps in their wake leaving Aya struggling to focus amid the feelings that were getting awoken by Naito’s soft touch.

“Don’t be mean Evil,” Naito chastised him grinning as the stiffness in Aya’s shoulders minutely retreated.  “Aya was just running her mouth.  She didn’t mean it.  Did you Aya?”  Naito’s hand came up to rest on the crook of her neck, his thumb stroking over the soft skin in a soothing motion. 

“No.  I didn’t mean it,” She implored Evil to believe her with wide eyes.  Having the intimidating man angry at her was not a situation she wanted to court.   “I was just trying to make myself look good.  I mean, she is my boss.”

“I’m your boss first.”  Evil sniffed but he leaned back seemingly relaxing which calmed Aya’s nerves considerably now that he seemed less angry. 

Aya let herself be held against Naito, relaxing into his hold.  He wasn’t the man whose arms she had thought she would be in tonight, but Naito was far from a disappointment. Plus he really seemed to appreciate her dress given the way his hands kept flitting over it.   Given that Sanada had barely paid her any mind since they had arrived this was probably an upgrade all around. 

Food was delivered and the drinks flowed, conversation passing around Aya as she nibbled at the decadent food, eyes closing in pleasure as flavors exploded in her mouth.  Naito stayed in constant contact with her body, his fingers leaving a trail of desire in their wake as the danced along her skin, skipping from her arms to her face and down to her thighs never lingering in any area for long and making her fidget as he left her wanting.  

“Were you planning to get fucked tonight Aya?”  Evil’s blunt inquiry startled Aya out of her pleasant haze, her dark eyes flying to his face. 

“I’m not going to answer that,” She said with a stubborn tilt of her chin.  “It’s none of your business.”  

Naito shifted wrapping an arm around Aya’s waist and pulling her onto his lap, his hand dipping down to slide along her calf and up her thigh.

“Freshly shaven legs,” Naito confirmed as Aya wriggled in his grip, her face turning beet red under their scrutiny.   “Now if you’re wearing some sexy panties then we know you were going to spread your legs for Sanada.” 

Aya looked over at Sanada who was watching the interaction with amusement clear on his face. 

“Let me go Naito.”  Aya ordered.  “What I’m wearing doesn’t confirm anything.”  

“So you are wearing sexy panties.”  Bushi affirmed.  “No way you put those on not thinking about Sanada’s dick.”  

“Yet there she is letting Naito paw all over her.”  Sanada pointed out.  “How quickly her affections shifted.” 

“You’re the one who said this wasn’t a date.”  Aya argued.  “And you’ve ignored me since we got here.  I’m supposed to sit around waiting for you?” 

Sanada chuckled, swirling the wine in his glass as he stared at her until she squirmed uncomfortably.

“I don’t have to pay attention to you.”  He said confidently.  “All I have to do is say the word and your lips will be around my dick.” 

Aya scoffed rolling her eyes at the arrogant man, her attention focused on Sanada and barely noticing Naito pushing the straps of her dress down her arms. 

“I don’t care what word you say.  My lips won’t be anywhere near your dick.”  Aya sneered feeling infuriated as Sanada simply shrugged clearly not believing her.  

Naito’s lips on her neck brought Aya’s attention back to him and Aya smiled smugly at Sanada as she leaned into his touch.  Naito sucked deeply on the flesh of her throat, his tongue pressing into the skin while his hands continued pushing down her dress. 

“Naito!”  Aya chastised her arms flying to her chest when she realized how low he had pulled it, her nipples barely concealed.  One more tug and she would have been spilling out of her top.

“Shhh, baby.”  Naito murmured kissing her neck.  “Let me make you feel good.”  Aya’s protests were swallowed by a gasp as Naito bit her neck and his hands moved to her breasts.  Pushing aside her hands he squeezed them tightly, his fingers finding her pebbled nipples and giving them a firm pinch.  

“Don’t you want to show Sanada what he’s not going to touch?”  Naito cajoled.  “Make him stare at you, wishing he could have you? You want to show him what he’s missing out on don’t you?” 

In Aya’s head somehow Naito’s words made sense, her pride rankled at Sanada thinking he could treat her like garbage and still fuck her.  She could show him what he wouldn’t get to touch.   Sensing her capitulation Naito grinned behind her yanking down her dress and baring her tits to the room.  

She felt smug as the center of attention, her eyes focusing on Sanada with a tilt of her chin.  She grew frustrated when he didn’t seem overly enamored of her charms.  She wanted him to stare at her with lust, to beg her to fuck him.   Throwing her head back against Naito’s shoulder Aya moaned loudly as he pinched her nipples, pulling them with a tight grip as he mauled her neck.  

Another pair of hands on her knees had her eyes flowing up, looking down at Evil kneeling on the floor and pushing her legs apart with ease. 

“Don’t fight him,” Naito’s voice in her ear had Aya’s attention diverted.  “Just think how jealous Sanada is going to get when you let Evil touch you too.”  

Her mind was yelling at her to put a stop to this, but her stubborn pride was finding logic in Naito’s argument.  Pushing her misgivings aside Aya allowed Evil to kneel between her thighs, his hands pushing her dress up her legs until it was bunched at her waist.   The obscenely expensive silk panties she had bought just for tonight were ripped from her and thrown aside without care, Aya’s protests lost in Naito’s mouth as he jerked her chin around to kiss her. 

Evil’s fingers found her soaking heat, two thick long digits pressing inside her making Aya moan as they curled deep within her pussy.  She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Evil as he pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, his dark eyes locked on her face as she panted under his ministrations.  The sight of the intimidating dominant man on his knees before her was too much for Aya and with a strangled cry she came around his fingers.  

With a half-smile Evil pulled his fingers free and grabbed Aya by the hips yanking her body to his.   Naito shuffled to his feet, dropping his shorts to the floor and sitting back down as Evil flipped Aya around and pushed her head towards Naito’s cock.  Naito had her lips wrapped around him in quick order as Evil pushed Aya up onto the couch so she was kneeling in front of his face, her pussy spread open for everyone to see.  Lowering his face to her folds Evil swiped his tongue along her slit making Aya shudder as she swallowed Naito’s cock. 

Grabbing her hips Evil held her in place as he worked her cunt with his mouth and tongue making Aya whimper around Naito as he guided her head along his dick.   She cried out as Evil’s lips attached to her clit and sucked hard his tongue pushing at her clit, hands holding her firm so she couldn’t squirm away as pleasure roared through her.   Naito kept his hand firmly on her head, keeping her sucking on his cock as Evil’s mouth tormented her.  

With a sharp bite to her pulsing clit Evil removed his mouth, swiping his tongue through her folds and making Aya orgasm once again.  Pulling her off his cock Naito swung Aya around to face Evil who climbed to his feet, hand searching for his buckle and freeing his cock.  Aya gaped at the thickness pressed against her lips, wondering how she was going to fit it in her mouth.  She wasn’t given much time to wonder as Naito pulled her back to sit on his cock, sinking himself into her dripping heat as Evil stepped forward and pressed his cock past her lips.   Aya gagged around him as the weight of his dick pressed her tongue down Evil rocking his hips to burying himself into the back of her throat.

Eyes watering she breathed through her nose and tried to relax around him as Evil set the pace he wanted his movements in contrast to the thrusting motions of Naito below her.  

Bushi appeared to the side of her, his cock in hand and without thinking Aya reached for it, wrapping around the length, barely able to get her hand around him.   She had heard that Bushi was packing a huge member, and she was experiencing it firsthand.   Briefly her mind wandered to Sanada, her view blocked by Evil’s thick body and she wondered whether he was enjoying watching them use her.  If he was aching to join in just yet.  

Naito’s thrusts turned erratic, his hands tightening on her ass snapping at Evil to give him her mouth.   Evil pulled free, letting Naito yank her head back around once again and shoving his cock in her mouth.  Pulling at her hips Evil lined himself with her hole and thrust to the hilt while Naito moved out of the way for Bushi to settle on the couch.  Naito pulled on his shorts and grabbed another beer, laying out on the lounger again as he watched the two men take their turns with Aya.  

Evil fucked her hard and deep, his nails raking down her back making Aya cry out with every pass around Bushi’s cock.  Bushi reached beneath Aya’s body and played with her tits his fingers pulling at her nipples, twisting and teasing them into hardened pebbles as she bobbed along his length, struggling to get it all into her mouth.  

Pulling free of her pussy Evil sat down on the couch and pulled Aya’s mouth to his cock, her hand automatically reaching to stroke Bushi, her movements stuttering as she finally got a glimpse of Sanada.  Only he wasn’t panting after her like she had hoped.  No, his attention was focused solely on the pretty waitress he had bent over the back of the couch, his cock buried deep inside her, his back facing Aya.  

She was caught off guard when Evil spurted into her throat, choking around his seed and coughing sending it splattering back over his stomach and dick. 

Furious Evil grabbed her hair and twisted it around his fist and pushed her head back to his lap. 

“Clean it.”  He ordered holding her in place until every drop was licked off his body.   Only then did he push her back to Bushi who had her straddling his cock in no time, grinning as Aya winced as his cock stretched her already sore pussy. 

Bushi brought her mouth to his, tongue pushing past her lips as Aya got comfortable and began moving her body on his, sliding along his length as Bushi’s fingers played with her clit.   His mask felt strangely erotic against her face, and Aya moaned as she stroked his tongue with hers, mind racing as she imagined what this mysterious man looked like beneath his mask.   Bushi kept the pressure on her clit, rubbing her raw as she chased another orgasm, crying out and clamping around his cock as she came for the third time barely coming down before Bushi pushed her down on her knees and the tip of his cock just past her lips before he coated her tongue.  

Breathing heavily Aya turned on her knees catching view of Sanada once again and watching as he pulled out of the waitress and dismissed her with a sharp command.   The waitress pulled down her skirt and scurried from the room leaving Aya alone with the men again.  

She stared at Sanada with wide eyes focused on his hand that was stroking his cock still glistening with the waitresses’s juices.  Her endorphins were singing inside her, body pulsing from the pleasure it had received thus far and she was hungry for more. 

“Suck.”  He ordered Aya.  Without a second thought she scurried over to him on all fours, kneeling in front of Sanada and opening her mouth, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking him deeply.  

“See?” He told Aya as she bobbed along his cock.  “One word is all I takes.”