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shysuccubusstuff · 4 months

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dragon! jiyan

Content: Established relationship, rut, half-dragon, non-human anatomy (dragon's you know...) + unrealistic, breeding kink, overstimulation, female reader.

Note: I know he's like... kind of a dragon?? So yeah. As always, non proof-reader. Wish I could write for longer cause I love when there are lots of positions and stuff but my brain gets dry :(

You had already noticed something these last weeks Jiyan had been acting weird, always dodging you, somehow losing him even when he was there just a few seconds ago. At first this whole situation made you chuckle a little, looking just a child's game, but as he started to avoid you even despite you both lived together, you decided to put an end to this dumb game, quickly rushing to him and trapping him between your body and the wall. His face was already a bit flushed, eyes avoiding your gaze as he tried to move you without putting too much of his force, before he was able to say anything you complained: "What's going on? You've been avoiding me for several weeks!" Jiyan's face flushed, looking a bit sorry about it, despite that, he kept trying to squirm from your little prison, you decided to close your distance even more, causing him to get even closer to the wall.

"Could you stop squirming and just tell me what's wrong? Are you mad?" he quickly denied it, still trying to run away nevertheless. His face was getting far too red, hands shaking from God knows why. Finally, his mouth opened, finally breathing, your sweet smell filling his lungs, his eyes suddenly turning a bit more like those of a dragon.

"I'm sorry... I've been trying so hard to avoid you because I'm close to my... uhm special time, I get a bit...agressive during it and I really don't want to hurt you, dear." Your laugh almost escaped, was he that scared about hurting you? You smiled, quickly stealing a kiss from him, you thought it was because of something you had done, that was a relief. You got away, finally feeling happy. Just as you were about to get back to your routine, his hands gripped your wrist, quickly pushing towards him and switching positions with him.

"Hey, I just warned you, are you trying to push my buttons?" His expression had darkened, eyes blurry and mouth half-open, his breath a bit shaky. You tried to explain it to him that it was simply because you finally knew the reason why he was avoiding you, but it was useless, as he started to move his hands through your body, kissing your neck while whispering to your ear: "Do you want me to make you my mate that bad? Get you all nice and full... you would look so so pretty like that... Make you my little housewife, waiting for me all pretty... Oh I would love that..." When did he learn to say all those filthy things? Jiyan had never been that bold, even despite you had been together for quite some time now. You were too stunned to even realize how he had took you, carrying you swiftly and laying you on the bed. He took off his shirt, throwing it around and soon returning to being on top of you. "You look so pretty baby, so so pretty, all flushed and ready for me, right?" His eyes were dangerous, his hands kept playing with your nipples over the clothes, still not getting rid of any of your clothes. He kept teasing you, caressing your soft tits over the shirt while "accidentally" brushing over your clothed cunt, smiling as he saw your face flushed.

"I guess I won't be needing those damn neutralizers anymore." Without giving you time to think, he quickly got rid of some kind of choker he had been wearing for the last few weeks, a strong smell of medicinal herbs spreading all through the room, making your brain a bit fuzzy. He wasted no time, kissing your pretty lips while he got rid of your clothes, trying as hard as possible to not rip them apart. "I'm sorry baby, I'm at my limit, but my rut will help you to get ready for taking me without pain." By the time he ended saying that, his dick was already out, but something was different, and as he moved closer you finally realized it. There was not one but two, both completely erected and with their tip red, prominent veins over them. Just as you were about to complain, his voice, now much deeper than usual stopped you "Don't worry, I won't give both to you, we should go slowly, I don't want to break you." Before getting on top of you, he lifted you, carefully laying you with your tummy down, one pillow supporting your lower back. Just as soon as he got you as he wanted, his frame towered over you, his hot breath hitting your ear.

"Gonna enter baby, make sure to be ready." He wrapped his hands over your hands, his calloused hands letting you know he was there. You started to feel him entering, the stretching making you squirm a little, moans leaving your lips while your hands gripped the sheets.

It took a few minutes before he finally got his whole thing inside you, his tip almost hitting your cervix, he stopped there for a moment, peppering kisses all over your back while his hands were close to ripping the sheets. "You feel so good baby, I'm gonna start to move yeah?" As soon as he saw your nodding, he started to move painfully slow, making you feel as if you were about to pass out. Finally, after a few minutes you had already gotten used to the size, your belly bulging each time he moved a bit too fast, eyes rolling to your skull as he kept pushing you against the mattress almost making you cum at the moment. As he kept breaking you, his patience was wearing thin, suddenly lifting you from the bed and turning you to face him.

"I... I just missed seeing your face, plus I can't kiss your pretty lips." As he babbled his reasons, he kept rutting against you, making your brain melt at the spot, his lips kissing yours as his hands wrapped against yours, making you unable to move. As he kissed you, one of his hands drifted down your body, starting to rub your clit with his rough fingertips and making you cry out his name. No matter how much you plead and begged him to slow down he kept doing it, playing with your pretty pussy while he was stuffing you full.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum inside you, gonna get you full of my seed, I'll make you my pretty wife, get you everything you want, yeah? Gonna be such a good husband for you baby." Your nails digging on his skin as you came undone, saliva dripping down your lips and your pretty cunt dripping with his cum. He smiled at the sight, your pretty face was completely ruined, lips shiny from his own saliva, and his seed seeping out of your insides. He took care of your body, thoroughly cleaning both of your bodies and then drying them, getting both of you to the sofa and letting you sleep over his chest.

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sandy-the-glader · 7 months

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Hi!! I hope this is okay!! If not, no worries!! 💜💜💜 (I love you lots!)

Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent!reader Where while Adrian is out and about doing his Vigilante work he comes across a bunch of criminals in a warehouse, and after they’re all “taken care of”, he hears someone crying and finds a girl hiding behind a pile of the criminal’s stuff, and she’s handcuffed to something over there, so she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to. She’d obviously be completely terrified of Vig, but as we know, he is very good at reading a person and would clearly see that she is innocent, and had been taken by the bad guys. Normally he would just set the innocent girl free and be on his way, having already taken care of the bad guys, however… He had unfortunately taken off his mask right before finding her, and had forgotten to put it back on, so she has seen his face. Panicking, he just picks her up, and takes her to his car with him, driving straight to the 11th Street Kids HQ, carrying in a terrified Y/n, he himself all panicked, and the team is like “wtf did you do????” “Did you abduct her???” And he’s just like, “No no, I saved her! But then she saw my face… So I guess, yes??”

Lmao it’s honestly a mess, but the team takes care of Y/n’s injuries, apologies for Adrian’s behavior lmao, and lets her stay there until she has recovered, as not only is she hurt, but very scared. After a while of staying with them, she gradually starts warming up to Adrian, him desperately trying to get her not to be afraid of him anymore (for a while there she was terrified of him), and their relationship eventually grows into a more romantic and intimate one🥺🥺🤧

Afraid of Me

*Not my gif*

Character: Adrian Chase x SoftFem!Reader

Type: Fluff and sorta angsty

Length: 5.4K (a bit long)

Summary: Request above <3

Trope: Strangers to friends to lovers, Slow-burn

A/N: LONG A/N!! Sorry this took forever I've been busy with a lot of stuff and I just haven't had any time but I worked on this whenever I could. Btw again I bent the request a little bit (I'm not sure if I wrote what you wanted for it and I apologize ) so I hope it’s okay I just made this go over the whole period of time the show does and like more so there's more time for a bond to be built lol

I heard a quick gunshot followed by another. Tears continued to fall from my eyes as I was tied to some random wall in some warehouse, Apparently, I was not supposed to come across two men selling heroin to each other but here I am. They claimed I saw too much, took me, and tied me up. Who even does that?

I just wanted to return to my apartment and read this new book I bought. That's all I had planned for my day anyway. Yet now I was tied to a pole in some wet and cold warehouse with random crates surrounding me. I tugged and tried to break from but it was helpless. I cried and sniffled as I continued to try but there was no avail.

Were those shots from them or someone else? Please god, let someone save me. I had been here for hours and I was scared of what they had planned for me. They already hit me pretty hard over the head which caused a small trail of blood to fall from my temple.

I heard loud and heavy footsteps coming towards me. I braced myself and waited for the figure to come around the crate to where I was. He was wearing a teal suit, with blood covering it. It was Vigilante. Should I be happy or terrified? He's a killer but isn't he supposed to be a hero?

"Fuck oh my god." He gasped slapping a gloved hand over his mouth. He was missing one exceptionally important part of his suit. His mask. That must have been why he was so frantic.

In all honesty, he looked nothing like I always pictured him. He was lanky with glasses and he looked really young. He looked mid-twenties though I had a feeling he was older. He honestly looked nerdy.

"I'm sorry. I really won't tell anyone who you are. I-I mean I don't even know your name." I stammered. He didn't care though because he continued to curse.

"Fuck fuck fuck. This is so not good." he groaned. The man ran a thick hand through his hair while bouncing back and forth. "Umm." He pondered confused about what to do. "Shit, I can't let you go." My eyes widen. He already has saved me why not let me go on my merry way? He took off his glasses and put his mask back on.

He came over to me and examined my situation. He crouched down and started untieing the rope that kept me on the pole but didn't bother with the ones around my hands or feet.

I was about to thank him for his acts but he picked me up and started to carry me out. Oh, he's actually not letting me go.

"What are you doing!?" I panicked. I started wiggling my body in his grasp then he held me tighter. "Where are you taking me? This hurts." He continued to keep walking until we reached his car a couple of feet from the warehouse.

Holding me with one hand, he opened the door to his back seat and tossed me in. Judging by his face, he didn't mean it to be as aggressive but it was enough to get me to shut up. He slammed the door and rushed over to the driver's seat.

This is it. After all that's happened today I'm being kidnapped by Vigilante and who knows what's going to happen. I guess the law doesn't apply when it comes to him. I actually can't believe it right now.

The entire car ride was silent. Not a sound from the man or from me. It was terrifying. All I could think of was what was going to happen to me. it took him forever to get to his destination and when we got there I realized it was some rundown video store. That couldn't be where we're going right?

"Guy's we got a fucking situation!" Adrian called opening the door with the girl in his hands. The whole team in the building stared at him with wide 'What the fuck' like eyes.

"Who the fuck is that?" Economos asked adjusting his glasses and leaning over his desk.

Adrian (not so carefully) dropped the woman on the floor making her yelp out in shock and pain.

"Did you just kidnap a girl?" Adebayo's eyes widened at the sight.

"No Adebayo!" He yelled defensively. "Okay, well technically yes but-" He was cut off quickly.

"And why did you bring her here?" Harcourt burst out running a hand through her blonde hair.

"Okay, I was doing my badass stuff, right? Like beating up these bad dudes and I found her behind some crates." They all stared at him waiting for him to continue. "And since I didn't know these dudes took a hostage I took my mask off and that's-" He removed his mask again and replaced the glasses on his face. "Really bad." He grimaced.

"Adrian what the hell dude you could have left her. She would have never turned you in. Look at her. No offense." Chris said. She stayed silent like she never heard the comment in the first place.

She was scared to death, trembling on the floor with small tear streaks down her face. Some of the tears mixed in with blood on the left side of her face. She looked innocent as could be and she definitely didn't deserve to be in this mess.

"Dude what the fuck!" He shouted at Chris. "Now she knows my real name! You have so fucked me!" He continued to cure which didn't make the girl feel any better.

"I did not fuck you! Besides it's your fault for bringing her here anyway." Chris furrowed his eyebrows looking back and forth between the petrified girl and his idiotic friend.

"What is happening out here?" Murn came out from one of the rooms and immediately regretted his decision. "We're supposed to be working on the project butterfly case what are you doing Chase?" He asked sternly.

"Oh, now she knows about Project Butterfly!" Harcourt placed a hand on her forehead.

"Well, it's not like I can kill her because she's innocent" The girl's face drained at the mention of death. "and we can't get rid of her because she might tell someone who I am!" Adrian wined out. He was finally right about one thing.

"She also might screw our plan up," Murn muttered trying to think of a reasonable thing to do with this girl.

"Then what do you suppose we do with her?" Economos folded his arms. The girl had been silent the entirety of this conversation but she finally piped up.

"Um.." Her voice caught everyone's attention and they turned their heads to look at her. "I-I can clean and o-organize around here." She stammered. "I can help you guys just please don't kill me." She pleaded. They all non-verbally agreed she had been through enough judging by the look of blood running from her temple and dirt caking her shirt.

"Yeah that honestly could be useful," Harcourt spoke. She looked around the room to only be met with agreeing faces. She let out another deep sigh before Murn spoke up.

"You will work the same hours as us and will get paid a fair amount." He folded his arms tightly over his chest. He didn't ask he just demanded she work.

"I'm also a fast learner and I can help you with anything you need. I don't have a current job so that would be perfect." She tried to look at the bright side of the situation. I can work for money but this is a destructive and hard-core business she pondered. "And since this is a very um dangerous job I just so happened to be trained in medical care." She offered.

"Oh, sweet! That's perfect so now dyed bear can stop doing such a shit job of stitching me up!" Chris smiled.

"Hey!" Economos protested. It was perfectly fine he thought.

"What about my living situation? C-can I still stay In my apartment?" She asked. They all looked around at each other because that was one thing they hadn't thought of. If they let her stay, she could always tell people without them knowing.

"If we let you stay in your apartment, you must realize he" Murn pointed at Adrian Chase himself. "has to keep watch of you? He somehow always knows if someone is doing something they shouldn't be." She nodded slowly. "And if you tell anyone and I mean anyone you will be terminated immediately, do you understand?" He spoke firmly making her hands tremble.

"I understand." She muttered.

"Now that everyone is done with this whole situation I suggest you get back to work," Murn concluded walking back to his office annoyed with the inconvenience.

I sat there absolutely stunned at what just happened. I just got myself into a bat shit crazy job. I mean I don't even know these people and one of them literally abducted me. This is not normal.

Project butterfly? Are these guys all heroes or something? I already was aware of Vigilante's existence and somewhat Peacemaker but there's a lot more than just those two.

"Oh my god, he didn't even untie you." The blonde-haired woman spoke in surprise. I didn't say anything because really what was I supposed to say? "I'm Harcourt." She kneeled beside me. She opened a switchblade and sliced through the ropes binding my hands together and then my feet. "Come on let's get you cleaned up. She went and collected the first aid kit from one of the desks on the left side of the room and motioned for me to sit at her desk. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Y/n L/n." I said quietly as I stared into my lap anxiously.

"Come sit Y/n." She said calmly trying to make me comfortable.

I stood up uneasily and almost fell back down. I steadied myself and carefully walked over to the chair and sat down gently. She pulled out a couple of cotton swabs and some alcohol. She poured the strong liquid onto the small ball.

"I'm sorry about him." Harcourt hummed taking the cotton swab to my forehead.

"Hm?" I replied softly.

"Adrian." She looked me in the eyes. "He just isn't all there sometimes." She mumbled. She tossed the bloodied-up swab in the trash and put a bandage over the small cut.

I looked over at Vigilante who I guess was named Adrian. He was talking to Peacemaker and he looked perfectly innocent. Not even an hour earlier he was tossing me into the back of his car. Jesus, what did I really get myself into? Not only does he have to escort me home, but now I have to work with him. He's a psycho!

"She has a point you know." The woman I was pretty sure was Adebayo spoke up. I glanced at her and she nodded trying to make me realize it. "He's a really good guy you just have to get to know him. I get it he basically kidnapped you but he's stupid in everything but fighting."

"Yeah okay," I mumbled softly. I don't care what they say now I can't trust him after what he did unless he really proves he's trustworthy. At least these people actually had the decency to tend to my wounds.

She continued to bandage and take care of every cut I had on my arms and face. I enjoyed her already because she was delicate to me and cared about my feelings. Pretty quickly she finished and put all the materials away.

"Come over here I think we found a box of old clothes you could change in." She led me back into the store and I could feel Adrian's eyes burning into my back.

"Dude she's afraid of me!" I panicked at Chris looking him dead in the eye. I waited for her to leave before I talked to my best friend about the whole thing.

"Well, I mean you did throw her in the back of your car. Chicks don't really dig that. Unless they're like hardcore." Okay yeah obviously I fucked up big time but I was under a lot of pressure and I wasn't doing what I should have!

"Dude I didn't know what else to do." I whined

"I mean you just gotta make things right with her I guess. I don't know I usually don't have to apologize to girls." He shrugged his shoulders. Great okay how am I supposed to do that when she's obviously afraid of me? Fuck. "Listen when you walk her to her apartment just be like 'Sorry for kidnapping you in my shitty car that was a pretty bad thing to do!' or something like that." I let out a heavy sigh. This is never going to work.

I came back out to the main room in a sweatshirt with the video store's logo on it and sweatpants that were longer than my actual legs with the same logo down the side of it. I held my original clothes in my arms and I was quiet.

What do I do now? Go home? How am I supposed to feel safe in my own home when I know that guy is watching me?

"Listen." Harcourt grabbed my attention. "You can take as much time as you need before you go home. I know that was probably a traumatic experience for you so let me know when you want to leave." She spoke as if she had read my mind. I nodded. "Also we have your address so we can get you home easily." Okay well, I told her my name and that was all it took to find out where I lived. Spectacular.

"What are my work hours?" I still can't believe I got myself to work for these people.

"Just don't get here any later than 8. Hours are different every day. Since you now work here I guess I should tell you who everyone is." She pointed to Peacemaker and Vigilante who were still chatting near the corner of the room "Chris and Adrian ." Then to the other man in glasses. "Economos." The guy in the other room that I could see through the glass. "Murn." Finally, she pointed at the last girl which I already knew. "and Adebayo."

I stood around for not too much longer before very anxiously describing to Harcourt my wishes to leave. She understood fully and went over to Adrian to make him take me home. He looked at me with some sort of care in his eyes but I just couldn't look at him so my eyes fell back to the sight of the floor.

"Come on kid." Harcourt motioned with her head to leave out the door with the man. I walked out the door and the cool air hit me as the sun started to sink down below the horizon.

One car ride and then I'm home. This time I got to sit in the front seat of his car instead of being thrown in the back like a doll. I secured my seatbelt and then just slumped against the car door. All I could really do was pay attention to the passing cars outside and the quiet buzz of the radio.

I also noticed the pleasing smell of his cologne that filled the car or how he hummed along to the Taylor Swift song on the radio. Someone like him is a swiftie?

"I'm sorry that I kidnapped you." Adrian broke the silence between us in an attempt to apologize. I ignored it and kept looking out the window. It was a long day and I genuinely couldn't tell if he was being sincere or was just trying to make me feel like he cared. "Please talk to me. I know I fucked up." I glanced over at him; his eyes flickered between the road and me. "Hey." He reached for my hand and flinched away with wide eyes and a quickened heartbeat.

His eyes lit up in sorrow. He looked like he felt bad. He backed off and for the rest of the car ride, he didn't talk anymore. There was so much tension in that car I felt like I was going to suffocate. I could barely look at him. I was still scared of his guts.

Every turn and stop made me think over and over about the events that occurred today. It was nauseating.

Finally walking through the door of my apartment left me with this feeling I couldn't describe. All of the events that happened today were fucking unbelievable.

The book I was planning to read was on my bed and was quickly tossed on my side table with a small thud. I sprawled out on my bed not bothering to do anything else tonight.

What. The. Fuck.

It's my first day on the job and my teammate already hit someone with a car. A van actually. I got to the disguised video store a bit after seven and Murn described the plan to me. Since I wasn't significant to the plan I just stayed in the car with a first-aid kit just in case things went south. And oh they did.

"Is he dead!?" I stood in the van looking at Economos dumbfounded. He didn't reply at first he was just making shocked quivering noises.

"I... I don't know?" My eyes widened as he started to get out of the car holding a crowbar tightly in his hands. I left the kit on the seats (since I had been fidgeting with the latches the whole ride) and followed him for support or something like that. Maybe I thought I could help. He inspected inside the car which he had hit fully force.

Judomaster was crawling on the ground in front of the car slowly. Economos inched closer and closer to him holding the crowbar. He whacked him once over the head and jolted backward then his body went limp. We waited and sure enough, he kept crawling. He hit him again and he still was moving. I slapped a hand over my mouth as he repeatedly hit him on the back of the head. He poked him a few times like you would a bug making sure he wasn't moving.

"Oh my god." He let out. "Fuck yeah!" He turned around to high-five me. I lightly returned it. "Don't worry he's not dead." He said sensing my shock. "They're hardcore it takes a lot."

"Well, what do we do with him now?" I looked at Economos for ideas. We ended up tying him up and throwing him in the back of the van. I watched him intensely. When would this dude wake up? I really hope not any time soon. Murn radioed us and let us know that they would be coming back soon with of course Vigilante. Economos drove us back to the spot we were supposed to be in and awaited their arrival.

"You're pretty cool." I complimented him. He was taken aback by the positive words.

"Well thank you." He adjusted his glasses with a bright smile.

We waited for 15 minutes until they finally arrived and loaded themselves into the van. Everyone looked untouched besides Harcourt's messy hair, a couple cuts on Peacemaker's face and Vigilante crying about his bleeding toe. I grabbed the medical kit I had set down on the seats just minutes before and rushed to Adrian's side.

I motioned for him to move his foot up to where I needed it. He hesitated for a moment but then proceeded to lift his foot into my lap. I scoped out his injured toe and I pulled out the needed materials.

Yikes. I was definitely glad that I stayed in the van. Adrian’s foot jerked in my lap as I tried to get some alcohol.

"Hold still!" I complained to Adrian trying to hold his leg down from wriggling under my grasp. From the looks of it, this man had managed to get half of his pinky toe cut off. That is such a bizarre thing for torture.

“It hurts so bad though!” He wined when I took the alcohol to his foot. He had obviously had worse happen to him but this?

“It could have been worse,” I said. My hold got tighter on his leg since it kept jolting side to side.

“Pft yeah, this was nothing!” He lied as if he hadn’t been complaining two seconds ago. “I’ve gone through worse in DND.” A small smile appeared on my cheeks. DND huh? Who knew the big strong Vigilante was a total nerd? And a swiftie...

“One of my characters got their arm bitten off by a bear so I’d say you’re okay,” I said. His eyes lit up at the mention that I had played before." Just sit still it's about to get worse." His eyes clenched shut.

"Oh shit!" He screamed out making everyone irritated in the van. I shushed him gently with a soft hand on his leg. He shut up very quickly but his body still tensed occasionally with every sting. I held his foot carefully as I bandaged it up thoroughly.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked. I still didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Yeah, but I can wait until we get back." He tried to act tough but I could hear the pain in his voice. I noticed a couple of holes in his shirt. Maybe I could fix his shirt while I'm at it. God am I being too nice?

I mean I'm trying to think of the bright side of what happened yesterday and honestly, it didn't seem so bad anymore. He saved my ass and I'm having a paying job. I can only imagine the pay is fantastic for what these people have me doing. I sat next to Adrian. I was feeling a little less scared of him now when I thought about him like that. Even through the visor, his eyes were peeled onto me. It felt like since I got here they never left.

Getting back to headquarters I couldn't get Adrian to get out of the van without making a scene. I dragged him quickly into the store so he wouldn't draw any attention from people lurking around In the streets. I pulled him by his hand and made him sit in the closest chair I could spot. He whined and moaned obnoxiously loud. I knew the stories and new articles about the man. He was tough and put up a big fight, he never lost against criminals.

I grabbed the larger bandages from an area Harcourt showed me just this morning and also some more alcohol.

"Show me where you're hurt." I looked at him curious about what else had happened to him. He pulled off his chest plate and revealed the deep stab wound in his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt clearly revealed the bloody mess it left. My eyes widen. "You kept this from me until now?"

"I could handle this. The toe I'm not entirely sure." I cleaned and bandaged the wound with intense concentration. I was careful and sure not to cause any more harm after this long night. "Thank you." He said softly. I just nodded and didn't reply with anything else.

The days passed as we worked on this project and the days were long and there was a lot of work to do. I didn't have almost any free time anymore so it was hard to make time for friends I actually wanted to talk to or things I really wanted to do. Adrian continued to try his hardest to earn my trust and befriend me.

I started to warm up to him crazy enough. He did little things for me I thought were sweet. Sometimes he brought me breakfast or he would try to learn about things I liked so he could talk about them with me. I started to trust him more and more as the mission proceeded because he was really good company. He would talk and I would listen.

A couple of days after the whole 'Adrian getting his pinky toe almost cut off' situation he got himself arrested. I didn't even know until Harcourt talked to me about it and what Adebayo said to him. I felt bad for him because as much as I thought I disliked him, I hated to hear he was where he was and how Adebayo literally manipulated him into doing it.

The night he got out he showed up at my apartment because he still needed to check up on me and since he hadn't been able to. For the first time, I felt comfortable enough to hug him. So I did, I wrapped my arms gently around his torso and gave a small squeeze. We stood like that for a minute before he quietly wished me a 'goodnight' without any further words. That was the kindest moment we had ever shared with one another

Then the next day we had another mission. Since all this time has passed, I had been informed on what a Butterfly fully was. At first, it was entirely confusing until I realized these were tiny alien butterflies here to kill us. I know it sounds like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

I had to sit through a whole meeting in the morning next to Adrian where he (the whole time) joked with me. It felt sorta nice honestly. He never stopped being friendly and I just kind of started to accept it more.

And the whole mission went by quickly.

"Oh my god." I blurted when everyone arrived back in the truck. Peacemaker and Economos were fully drenched head to toe in blood, Harcourt had a good amount on her, and Adebayo and Adrian had little to none on them.

"We fought a fucking gorilla!" Adebayo exploded with astonishment. Jesus, sometimes I wish I didn't sit in the car the whole time.

"Economos is the fucking man." Peacemaker clapped him on the back with a proud grin. I did miss a lot if those two are now getting along.

"All the blood is the gorillas right?" I asked startled for a second considering the amount.

"Yeah we're all fine," Harcourt said tiredly.

"At least no one's arm got bitten off, like your DND character right?" Adrian nudged me in the side and sat down next to me. Sure I had only told him a few days ago about that but it still made me happy that he had remembered that tiny detail.

"Right." I smiled. Chris sat in the front and started playing music like he had at the beginning of the ride. I sang along with the rest of my team members to 11th Street Kids and I actually started to enjoy my work a little more.

I looked over at Adrian who was dancing like a dork. He looked so adorable? He was playing air drums and making up random dances as he went. I don't know why but I started to not hate him anymore. I started seeing this more personal side of him. Not Vigilante but Adrian.

"C'mon dance," Adrian whispered in my ear and nudged me again. I started to sway along with the group.

Later that night Harcourt made a group chat with all of us and sent a photo she had taken in the van. I set the book down I had finally got to reading beside me on my bed and picked up my phone.

Everyone was dancing in the van but on the right side, you could see me looking at Adrian with the sweetest smile on my face. The chat is filled with different emojis. The only number I had was Harcourts but from the merman emoji, I already knew it was Adrian. I liked his message and sent a fitting emoji to match the others.

I set my phone down and continued reading with a big smile. I never seemed to stop today.

It was the final day of the project and I wasn’t allowed to go. I wasn’t entirely complaining since this job was so bizarre but I was also disappointed. I mean all this build up and I don’t even get to go. They said it would be safer for me and of course, I understood.

But as the night carried on and the morning came through I was nervous. I had no texts or word from anyone. Sure, they still could be busy and have to do some other stuff before texting me but what if?

I heard a rushed-sounding knock on my door which threw me off. I ran to my door since the person decided to not stop knocking.

"What do you want?" I hissed as I threw open the door but I was only met with Adrian. My eyes soften upon seeing him. Oh, thank god he’s alive. "Adrian. Hi." I paused when noticing he was in a pair of shorts and a nursing gown. "Come inside." I ushered him in with wide eyes and closed the door quickly behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"Listen I jumped out of a hospital building to be her so-"

"Adrian!" I scolded him for being careless. I had started to really enjoy him I didn't need him being so careless all the time.

"Shut up. Sorry, but I need to tell you this." I stared at him silently with folded arms awaiting what he was about to tell me. "Okay, so after almost dying, I know what you're about to say please just wait. After almost dying, I realized had more feelings for you than I have ever had for someone and that's like a lot for me." He stepped closer to me. "I had to tell you those feelings just in case I actually died sometime. But now I'm scared if you reject me because of the whole kidnapping thing when we first met and usually I would be okay with rejection but I don't feel usual with you." He rambled and his hands made several confusing gestures along the way.

Everything about him told me he was being truthful. His hands were trembling with nervousness, He literally came from a hospital to tell me this and he just had that look on his face.

The feelings from the other day came rushing back. I really enjoyed being with genuine Adrian. The time we spent together over the course of this project was enjoyable. I noticed small things about him like the way he always made sure to keep an eye on me and was careful not to get me into anything super dangerous. He had become almost like a personal guard.

He even taught me how to use weapons, and also never overstepped my boundaries. So yeah maybe I developed a crush on my kidnapper co-worker.

"Why are you looking at me like that I'm like really nervous right now." He asked.

"Because I feel the same way. Even though you did totally kidnap and traumatize me." I nudged him smiling but he didn't return it. "Adrian I was playing with you. But I really do feel the same way." He let out a long breath. I was quite sure he had stopped breathing for a little while.

"Oh thank god." Adrian stepped closer and picked me up in his arms as he kissed me deeply. I've kissed a couple of times in the past but never did it feel as amazing as this. I held him close to me as if he would slip away again. He pulled away to look closely at my face.

"Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I won't scold you for almost dying." I glared at him but he just smiled kindly and kissed me again.

"If I keep. Kissing you then. I won't. Get yelled at." He said in between kisses making me start to laugh.

“Don’t scare me like that again Chase.” I shook my head kissing him passionately once more. I could get used to this feeling.

#adrian chase #adrian chase x y/n #adrian chase fanfic #vigilante #vigilante x you #freddie stroma #freddie stroma x reader #in such a vigilante brain rot again please help #adrian chase x reader #soft angst #fluff

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hrts4hanniehae · 9 months

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clutch || three

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

okay if we were being very honest, e/n was an attractive guy. well-liked by everyone, especially yn's parents -- mother. he had a good office job, loved the idea of starting a family and was rather... old-fashioned in his thoughts.

e/n had asked her out 2 years prior. she agreed because she was desperate to please her mother. but it wasn't as if she didn't like him. she did. just... not as much as she would have preferred. he was all those good things, but he didn't let her be free. he always talked her down when she brought up her art or passions. but he made her parents happy. so she suppressed it.

when he cheated on her, she didn't feel any sadness. not much resentment either. but when he stole her apartment from her, she lost her shit.

"what do you mean i can't take my apartment back? MY NAME IS ON THE LEASE!!"

"i did not sign that! that's a forged signature! how many times do i have to tell you, i have no recollection of EVER signing my apartment off to him! god why won't you even investigate the signature!"

not only did she have to deal with this bastard's theft, but now she had to deal with him at work too.

"do you know where's the bathroom?" (random museum goer)

she kindly pointed her in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

"oh yn! I didn't know you worked here." - e/n

"hi e/n. what do you need. and where's your side chick." - yn

"she went to the bathroom. i wanted to see you." - e/n

"when the fuck are you going to leave me alone? you already stole my house. what else do you want?" - yn

"yn, you're being ridiculous. just come back to me. i'll ditch her for you. i just wanted to try someone new. you're not exactly a... fun partner you know? fun in that way." - e/n

"leave me alone. i already have a new apartment. just please. i don't fucking like you anymore. just leave me alone. stop harassing me, okay? your idiotic excuses and reasonings don't make ANY sense at all. just go." - yn

"so why haven't you told your mom about our breakup? hm? do you really not like me anymore?" - e/n

"i've told you time and time again. i don't talk to my mother. at all. if you care so much, just tell her yourself. why we broke up. hm? or do you want me to get byeongho to tell her. because I will. i'm not telling her because i'm trying to help you save face. if i tell her, your father will know. and he will not be happy. i'm trying to do one nice thing for you despite you fucking another girl in OUR BED." - yn

and just like a saviour, minghao was running up to her.

"yn, your boss told me to look for you about managing my exhibit. oh. hi e/n. get lost, thanks." - minghao

"mind your own business, [redacted slur]" - e/n

security kicks him out.

"thanks, hao. my day has been ruined because of him." - yn

"i'll buy you lunch? i don't think you've had lunch yet." - minghao

"thanks but i'm good. i don't usually have lunch anyways. i'm going to head home. my shift is over." - yn

"did wonwoo tell you our friend was staying over at your place today?" - minghao

"huh. who? he didn't tell me." - yn

i guess he forgot - minghao

"lee chan, or dino. the soloist. so don't be too shocked if you see him walking around." - minghao

"right. i'll see you tomorrow for lunch, minghao. go hang out with jun." - yn

"he's filming a movie right now. how am i supposed to go see him?" - minghao

"figure it out!" - yn

she forgot about dino and walked into the bathroom not knowing he would be there. luckily, he was half-clothed.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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nofomogirl · 7 months

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Before the Beginning (part 1.5.)

Part 1.1. | Part 1.2. | Part 1.3. | Part 1.4. |

Part 2.1. | Part 2.2. | Part 2.3. | Part 2.4. |

In this post, I'm going to wrap part 1 up and I won't lie, I'm really nervous. I feel like I've made a tall and wobbly tower of blocks and now I need to make something coherent out of it. Make all this rambling have a point.

Plus, I'll need to talk about Final Fifteen, and that's inherently nerve-wracking.

You say I've already written about it? Whole 9 posts about Metatron's manipulation, picking it apart step by step? Yes, I did. But that's the point - it was about Metatron. I skipped the worst part - the last conversation between Aziraphale and Crowley.

I couldn't avoid it forever. Let's scratch and poke at that wound.

Fair warning though: there won't be any stark revelations. I'm just processing things by writing about them.

Let's start with some facts. These are all hard canon:

Crowley used to be an angel

Aziraphale used to know him back then

They both remember it, at least partly

The Fall transformed Crowley

And these are not canonical facts, but relatively safe guesses:

They don't talk about it

Crowley avoids thinking about it

Aziraphale has no clue how Crowley feels about it

Honestly, it appears that Crowley's pre-Fall identity is more of a taboo for him than the Fall itself. Sure, the Fall is still a sore topic, and he doesn't exactly discuss it, but he is talking about it, if only a little bit, and on some occasions he even brings it up himself. But when his angelic past is mentioned he just refuses to go there. He shuts it down on the spot with no regard for the circumstances.

This exact happened in Final Fifteen, except this time Aziraphale wasn't just pointing out Crowley used to be an angel, he also suggested Crowley may become an angel.

Just look at the dialogue, especially Crowley's responses.

M: (...) it might be considered irregular, but it would certainly be within your jurisdiction to restore your friend, Crowley, to full angelic status. C: He said what? A: He said I could appoint you to be an angel. You could come back to Heaven and... and everything. Like the old times. Only even nicer. C: Right. And you told him just where he could stick it, then? A: Not at all. C: Oh, we're better than that, you're better than that, angel! You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell, I said no. I'm not rejoining their team. Neither should you.

A lot of people pointed out how they were talking past each other the whole scene, not really hearing what the other was saying. I wholeheartedly agree and I think it started right here, with Crowley refusing to acknowledge and address what Aziraphale had said and ever so subtly - most likely unconsciously - steering the conversation away from the topic and into the miscommunication storm.

I mean, just look at what happened. In slow motion.

Metatron offered Aziraphale the job of the supreme archangel.

Aziraphale said No, I don't want to.

Metatron then altered the offer and said if Aziraphale took the job, he could turn Crowley back into an angel.

Problems start here.

S3 may change my mind but right now I am convinced Aziraphale doesn't really understand what the Fall was. He doesn't understand what it was objectively, and he doesn't understand what it means to Crowley personally. This is why Metatron's offer seems so attractive to him. He sees only pros and no cons. He cannot fathom what could be undesirable about it.

Metatron, on the other hand, knows much much more. That's why he feels safe making this seemingly generous offer - he knows it will cost him nothing because Crowley won't take it. Not only that, he knows the mere mention will trigger Crowley, and make him irrational. That in turn will upset and trigger Aziraphale thus making him more vulnerable and easier to manipulate.

Back to the scene.

Aziraphale goes to Crowley and reiterates Metatron's offer to him. He tells him that if he takes it, Crowley can be an angel again.

Now this is the important part. How does Crowley respond to it?

He immediately gets angry. Not amusingly annoyed or endearingly peeved, but properly angry.

And then he goes on a rant about why he and Aziraphale shouldn't rejoin their old sides. And that's... not entirely relevant.

For quite some time I couldn't figure out why Aziraphale's "Well, obviously you said no to Hell, you're the bad guys" didn't upset me as much as it logically should. Sure, I'm Aziraphale's defender and apologist but this line is objectively unfair to Crowley. I should be disappointed and frustrated. So why would I feel like I wanted to agree with it, even though my brain clearly didn't?

Then it finally clicked. It wasn't what Aziraphale said, especially not the "you're the bad guys" part. It was about his tone. I could relate viscerally to how ridiculous he found Crowley's argument to be. Because honestly Crowley, baby, what are you talking about? What do you think you're proving to your angel here? How is the offer you were made to go back to Hell even remotely comparable?

Sure, they appear to be almost the same on the surface. Beelzebub told Crowley he could go back to Hell, and become a Duke. Metatron told Aziraphale he could go back to Heaven and become a Supreme Archangel. But that similarity disappears if - unlike Crowley - you don't conveniently take bits and pieces out of context but look at the whole thing.

Beelzebub's offer was that if Crowley helped them find Gabriel he would be allowed to go back to Hell and become a Duke. Metatron's offer was that if Aziraphale returned to Heaven and became the Supreme Archangel, he would be able to make Crowley an angel.

Rejoining his old side (with a promotion) was meant to be a prize for Crowley, but a price for Aziraphale.

Both of our ineffable spouses love Earth and given the absolute freedom of choice, they would like to live there forever. Preferably undisturbed by any supernatural institution in any way. I don't think anybody doubts that. Leaving Earth and getting involved with their former sides - no matter the rank - was the exact opposite of that, the exact opposite of what either of them wanted.

Crowley was offered that undesirable thing as a reward, so obviously he said no.

Aziraphale was offered that undesirable thing as a part of a package deal which also contained something he perceived as highly desirable, so obviously he considered it.

But Crowley reacted as if Metatron's offer was the same as Beelzebub's offer. As if it was all about Aziraphale being invited back to Heaven. He focuses on trying to convince the angel not to go, on explaining how Heaven isn't good at all, and finally on confessing and offering to run away together. He tries everything except responding to the actual offer and simply saying he doesn't want to be an angel.

I believe the main reason was what I listed among the safe guesses - that it was too difficult to talk or even think about. So he focused on the other part instead. It came easily because (a) anything that wasn't thinking about himself as an angel was great at the moment, and (b) the idea of Aziraphale leaning toward Heaven yet again was something he had strong feelings and opinions about.

Sadly, Aziraphale helped him steer the conversation away from the point with his response. The infamous "you're the bad guys. But Heaven... Well, it's the side of Truth. Of Light. Of Good."

I believe that was a point of no return beyond which the whole situation couldn't be saved. Not right then and there. Not without both of them stepping away and calming down. But somebody made sure they wouldn't be able to do it...

And the worst part is, I don't think there was all that much faith behind Aziraphale's words. I firmly believe he honestly wasn't interested in taking Metatron's offer unless Crowley went with him. But as he got unbalanced he fell into old mental grooves.

If you don't mind, I'll stop here. I neither have it in me to break apart the entire conversation (perhaps I'll face this monster one day but no promises) nor is it necessary for this series of posts.

The point of which - in case you've forgotten, which I, admittedly, made very easy for you - is that (1) Crowley was substantially transformed by the Fall, (2) he does not identify with his past angelic persona and is pretty much unable to think about himself in those terms, (3) Aziraphale severely underestimates the depth of the transformation, (4) has very little knowledge and understanding about Crowley's feelings on the entire matter, and (5) it let him to making a lot of assumptions.

Another thing I am not going to discuss here is what Aziraphale thinks he's offering Crowley. Perhaps the subject will get its turn one day. For now, suffice it to say, that what Aziraphale is offering - or rather what Metatron has offered - is most definitely NOT what Aziraphale believes it to be.

In the opening post, I pointed out that angel!Crowley didn't have any visible serpentine traits (he had brown eyes with regular round irises and he didn't have his sigil/tattoo), and I proposed a theory that it's supposed to hint at a lack of serpentine nature. That Crowley wasn't originally a snake but became one during or after the Fall.

If we look at Aziraphale's offer through these lenses, Crowley's unyielding rejection of it takes on a whole different meaning. It isn't about principles anymore or about Crowley's feelings getting hurt or his worth possibly being questioned. It isn't symbolic. It's very real.

The offer to restore Crowley to full angelic status very likely means a repetition of the Fall - a painful transformation that mangles the spirit and alters parts of a person beyond repair.

The offer to make Crowley an angel may very well mean the eradication of snake!Crowley.

I don't believe Aziraphale understands it.

Crowley couldn't bear thinking about it so he never talked about it.

Thus concludes part 1.

I am very emotionally tired.

Thank you for reading.

#good omens #good omens 2 #post series #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #very long post #before the beginning #final fifteen

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magiccath · 10 months

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Doctor Who (Taylor's Version)

The Doctors (9-14) as Taylor Swift albums, songs, and lyrics

9: reputation

Dark and brooding on the surface, but really just a big softie. 9 looks like a meanie, but he’s actually one of the softest Doctors.

Simultaneously LWYMD, This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, and End Game.

“I’m sorry, the old Doctor can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh! Cause he’s dead!”

“For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities. I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny”

“Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy. I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

“And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for. King of my heart, body and soul”

10: Speak Now

Dreamly, love-struck, and fairy-tale like. 10 is a lover and romantic first and foremost. But also, he definitely gets breakup songs written about him…

Timeless, Electric Touch, Enchanted, Our Song, and Dear John

“And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other. In another life, you still would've turned my head”

“All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life”

“I've been left in the rain lost and pining. I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying ‘cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart”

“I was enchanted to meet you”

11: Lover

Bright, bubbly, and happy. But oh wait! Anxiety! Crippling self doubt!

Cruel Summer, Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince, Paper Rings, False God, Afterglow.

“And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate”

“He looks up grinning like a devil”

“It's you and me, that's my whole world”

“You play stupid games you win stupid prizes”

“I lived like an island, punished you with silence”

“It’s all me in my head”

12: Midnights

Older, but not always wiser. We’ve learned a few life lessons and grown, but we’re still the same sad anxious ball we used to be.

Anti-hero, You’re on Your Own, Kid, Vigilante Sh*t, and Dear Reader

“I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser”

“I’m a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out, slowly lurching towards your favoratie city”

“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me”

“I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this”

“Lately I've been dressing for revenge”

“If it feels like a trap, you're already in one”

“Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart”

13: 1989

It’s time to have some fun with our friends and enjoy life! Except, we’re still sad? I

Know Places, Say Don’t Go, Wonderland, Clean, and Bad Blood

“I know places we can hide”

“I would stay forever if you say, "don't go" But you won't”

“You held on tight to me 'cause nothing's as it seems”

“When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe and by morning gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean”

“You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go”

“Was it over then? And is it over now?”

14: folklore

Just a lonely little bean who has a lot of feelings. After numerous regenerations, the Doctor finally shows some emotional vulnerability!

The 1, cardigain, my tears ricochet, this is me trying, epiphany, and peace.

“I had this dream you’re doing cool sh*t, having adventures on your own”

“But we were something, don't you think so?”

“You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleedin'”

“Tried to change the ending…”

“I didn't have it in myself to go with grace 'cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave”

“I just wanted you to know that this is me trying”

“Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?”

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(SORRY I'VE BEEN DEAD! Also i just realized I never see content for Dez and Ed. Like they have a sibling like relationship (even tho they're cousins), and they're supposedly really close in Canon! But I never saw anything for them, and I decided that needed to be fixed. SO! Here ya go!)

Again, her dad was in the hospital again. It had gotten to where he was there more than home, and that was scary and awful in its own right. But now, because of the sudden dip in his health. He can't take her to their yearly concert! They've gone to one every year since she was four, and it was her favorite part of the summer. They'd already bought their tickets and everything... and then he started getting sick again. Bad enough to land him in the hospital two days before they were supposed to leave... Dez was angry, to say the least. NOT at her dad. She knew better than anyone that the last thing the man ever wanted was to break his little girl's heart. She was mad at life for making this happen. Mad at the cancer for making her poor dad so sick and weak. He didn't deserve this. She felt so lost, so out of control. She didn't know what to do, she had to do something. She was SO tired of feeling powerless. She didn't even think about it as she grabbed the scissors from the counter.

Horror, she felt true horror as she looked in the mirror. Her hair, her pretty hair, was all over the floor and the sink. Oh god, what had she done... her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground, scissors long abandoned on the counter as she cried and wiped at her face. Her eyes were sore, and her throat was raw. She wanted her dad, but he was not there. And someday, probably soon, he'd never be there again, and that thought just made her cry harder. Dez was an independent person generally. She didn't like being genuinely reliant on anyone, but right now, she'd throw her pride aside for some comfort. Her head shot up at the sound of the almost totally open door, creaking the rest of the way open and a startled gasp following it. Someone stood in the doorway, eyes wide, and God did that make her crumble even further. But this time, there were arms wrapping around her, pulling her close and nails, raking through what remained of her hair. She buried her face into their chest and just let herself cry. She cried and cried until she couldn't seem to muster any more tears.

"Dez..." Ed's quiet response came after a moment or two of prolonged silence. "Desiree, talk to me." he insisted when he got nothing but a sniffle in response, pulling her back by the shoulders to get a good look at her. He frowned a bit and brushed some hair off of her cheek. "I..." She choked out. "Oh god, what did I do... my hair..." She sniffled, trying not to cry again. "Hey, hey..." he hushed "Cmon tell me what's up." he reminded as he pulled her with him to rest against the sink cabnit. Still supporting her with an arm around the shoulder. "I... Dad is sick again." She whispered, and he seemed to understand almost immediately. "Yeah..he is..." he nodded solemly.

"I miss him.." She added, closing her eyes and resting against the strong weight beside her. "I know ya do... he misses ya, too." he reminded, and she couldn't help but smile sadly at that. "He's not coming home anytime soon... and this week was.. supposed to be our concert week." She struggled to get her words out with that feeling bubbling up in her throat again. The feeling that everything was falling apart, Edward just squeezed her shoulder in response. "Yeah Tiá was talking about that earlier this week... you guys go every year..."

"Yeah... and now we can't... " she choked harshly but pushed on. "I know it's dumb. I know he can't help it. It's not that big a deal it just.. it kinda made me realize that there's a good chance that we won't get to do a lot of stuff together, and I don't know... I just cracked, and now my hair is a mess, and I'm a mess.. everything's a mess..." She wiped at her eyes furiously as she spoke. "That's alright." He seemed to have decided. "It's okay to be a little bit of a mess sometimes..." And Dez briefly caught herself thinking about how Ed should probably take that sentiment to heart as well. "And I wouldn't say your hair is a mess..." he laughed a little, moving a bit to get a better look. "it's a bit choppy, yeah... but I don't think it looks bad on ya!" she seemed rather skeptical as she glanced up at the older boy. "Really?"

"Yeah! Just needs a bit of touch up, here..." he insisted, pulling her up and directing her to the mirror as he grabbed the scissors that had been discarded on the counter and immediately started cutting away. "Hey!" she tensed a bit, "Just trust me, Dez." he sighed with a roll of his eyes, and soon he set them back down. "See..?" she was a bit scared to look up at first but slowly she opened her eyes (which she hadn't really registered squeezing shut until now) and... he was right... it wasn't awful. "It'll take a little gettin used to, it is a big change." he hummed, fluffing her hair up a bit to check the length. "But I think you might end up liking it... and if you don't... it's just hair. It'll grow back."

She wasn't sure how to feel, standing there with a boy she'd for some reason expected to be mean when first meeting him.. it was a funny thought now. She stood there studying his work, his hands resting comfortingly on her shoulder... She didn't know how to feel, but another gentle squeeze cleared her mind. "Hey..." his voice was soft. "It'll be okay... I know it doesn't feel like it right now... everything's a bit hectic, and it's hard to see it, but... You'll be okay." And somehow, when Edward said it, it sounded a lot more believable. She couldn't help but feel better with the reminder that even when her Dad was gone. Ed would still be there... he was always there... whether she wanted or not... "Hey Eddie?" She whispered after another long pause. Ed had already gotten to cleaning up the mess she'd made. He seemed to do that a lot... "Yeah?" He hummed, not looking up from his task of sweeping up hair. "Would you wanna go to a concert this weekend?" He seemed a bit confused for a moment, but the confusion was short-lived, and he seemed to understand. He smiled fondly to himself and nodded.

"Yeah, I would."

Dez had a feeling that she'd be okay...

#ibvs #ibvs posts #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #edward quinton #dez gonzalez #Its never stated what exactly is wrong with Dez's dad from what i recall #but anytime i think of a sick parent my brain immediately goes to cancer #so thats what i went with #i love them dearly!

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The Wrong One Pt. 3 (Timothy McGee x Reader)

•• GAH I got something done. Part 3 and final part of this fic. Enjoy! ••

The headlights are practically blinding, but you're able to see them reach for the car door and push it open. They step out to show that they have a hood over their face.

"Who are you?"

"You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" They ask, sounding annoyed. "I thought leaving my necklace at the crime scene would make it pretty clear."

"HEY-!" They reach for their hood.

"I'm just showing you who I am." The calmness in their voice made your stomach churn. You watched as they pulled the hood back. You feel your gun slip out of your hands.

It was like looking in the mirror.

"Surprised?" She laughed. "Looks like Mom and Dad didn't tell you everything." Your mind was spinning as you watched her sprint toward you. You managed to twist yourself mid-fall so that she was beneath you, giving you a slight advantage. "Aww, don't feel bad. I didn't know I had a twin either." She laughed, clocking you in the jaw with her elbow. "Not that it matters, you know, I'm going to kill you and take your place." You spit in her eye and rolled towards your gun. If you could just reach it. "You're not better than me, just because they didn't give you up!" You flinched as her fingers came a bit too close to your eyes for comfort.

"You think you can be me? Huh?" You laughed. "You'd be found out in a heartbeat. My husband would know you were a fake the second you walk through our front door."

"Don't be too sure." You pinned her arms as she reached for your gun. Shit, you thought. Now we're both pinned like this. "I've been watching you for months, learning your routine."

"Oh just fuck off." You hiss. "You're pinned." She smirked.

"So are you."

"My team will be here any minute."

"No, they won't. They don't have any clue where you are. I disabled your car's GPS while you were at the Lieutenant's apartment and I've got a cell jammer in my car."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Miss Perfect." She wiggled and got out of your hold, despite your best effort, sending a kick to your lower abdomen. "FUCK YOU!" You didn't know what came out of your mouth, but you were sure it didn't qualify as words. She got the gun in her hands and you jumped up just in time to miss a bullet to the leg. Is it a good or a bad thing she didn't know how to shoot? At this range, it didn't matter much. "Alright, get in my car."

"Why should I? You're just gonna kill me." She cocked the gun back.

"You can decide if you want it slow and painful." You sigh, standing up. At the moment you didn't have much choice. You both stopped and listened to the sound of squealing tires.

"My team won't be here, huh?"

"GET IN THE CAR OR I'LL SHOOT YOU NOW!" You knew she was serious, so you headed toward her car. She came up behind you and you stopped and threw your head back. You felt her nose crack against the back of your skull. "AUGH!" She put the gun right up against your neck and pushed you into the door of her car. "BITCH! YOU'RE GONNA BLEED OUT-!" Brakes squealed and a gunshot rang out, You flinched, but you weren't hit. Her body dropped behind you and you turned. Gibbs, Tim, Nick, and Ellie all stood outside the Charger, weapons drawn. Tim was the first to holster his weapon and start towards you. You met him halfway and he wrapped you up tightly in his arms.

"How'd you find me?" He laughed.

"I put an Airtag in your trunk." You blinked. He couldn't have done that after you went to the Lieutenants. You leaned back and looked up at him and his sheepish grin.

"How long has that been there?" His face turned redder than it already was. You patted him on the chest.

"I think I can forgive you this time."

"So," Ellie came up beside Tim as Nick started putting up crime scene tape. "I take it you didn't know about the whole twin thing?" Gibbs was off to the side on the phone, presumably with Leon. You stiffened. Shit. You proved your innocence but you still defied an order from the director. Hopefully, he would be understanding and just give you a week of unpaid leave.

"No," You finally answered. "Not until she showed her face just now." You look down at her body before quickly looking away. "Can we cover her up until Ducky and Jimmy get here? I don't like looking at myself dead on the ground." Ellie nodded before quickly going to scour the trunk of the car for anything that could shield her from view.

"Hey." You jump at Gibbs's voice being so close. You didn't notice him walk over. "You alright?" You nodded.

"Yeah. How pissed is the Director?" He laughed, smiling.

"The usual amount." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking toward where your car was in the ditch. "Tow truck's on the way. Since your car is evidence It'll be towed back to NCIS."

"Evidence?"

"She hit it with her car, right?" He pointed. "Plus, I think your dash cam caught her entire confession on video."

"I think it's still recording. I can see the red dot in the corner." Ellie added and you smiled.

"I knew getting one of them was going to be a good investment." You elbowed Tim and he sighed.

"Okay, I was wrong about the dashcam being useless, happy?" You smirked.

"Very." With that video, you were pretty much cleared of the murder charges, but you knew you still had to face the Director and some form of punishment. Better than being dead, you supposed. Tim wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. Yep. Definitely better.

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Just a Little Further 30

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We sent the Venusians home today.

We left them enough thruster to travel to the Gate and traverse, enough environmental systems to keep them alive - so long as they stuck to their quarters and the Command Deck - and... that was mostly it. Oh, we did take the entirety of their weapons. I even had their weapon lockers stripped. We now have a good supply of high quality rifles and small arms. I gave a few to Sep and asked them duplicate them and begin training. I also promised to stop by later and give some tips in the finer points of their operation.

When I saw their faces when they saw what I was sending them home in, I admit I cackled just a teeny bit. We made sure it was survivable and they won't be injured, but their ship looks like a joke. Large pieces are missing from the hull, whole rooms exposed to vacuum, the thrusters we left them are undersized for what would normally be used, and so on. I imagine they are going to have an... interesting time going through joint human/K'laxi space.

The wormhole generator was destroyed in the explosion, so they can't link home, so what they'll do after they reach human space an the end of the Gates is a bit of a mystery. They won't be trapped though, there are plenty of human Starbases or colonies they could reach via the Gates and ask someone to link a beacon to Venus so they could get a ride the rest of the way.

They don't use AIs at all either. Their ships run with only human crews, so it's not like we left some poor AI behind to drag their own corpse home. It's just a ship.

Well, it's 65% or so of a ship.

As for Raaden and Emery, I did wind up going with the option Ava and I discussed. We found an empty apartment building that was close - but not directly next to - the Royal Dawn. It had two empty apartments and we put Raaden, and Emery in separate apartments quite a long distance from each other. The apartments are guarded all hours of the day, and meals are sent up.

It feels like I just stuffed them into a corner and are trying to forget about them, and I guess I did, but I that's what having hostages is sometimes. I'm trying to make sure they're comfortable and well taken care of. Emery has seemed to accept his lot. He mostly reads and sketches. When he asked for art supplies he seemed excited when we brought him paper and pencils that were native to the Reach. He spends his time looking out the window and sketching what he sees. I've seen a few of them; the drawings are actually quite lovely. I have a feeling he's pretty used to being stuck in a corner somewhere and told to entertain himself.

Raaden... hasn't accepted her lot so easily. She's tried to escape twice already and the only thing that has prevented it was her unfamiliarity with the locks. After the second attempt I had to use my Voice to make her stop trying to break out. Now she just sits in her apartment and alternates between seething and sulking. I almost wish we had a hibernation cabinet to put her into. She'd be less of a problem if she was just on ice the whole time.

Wait a moment. I wonder if Omar can print one? I'm sure there are plans for one in the printer database we got from FarReach. I should ask.

Ginny we put up in the Royal Dawn. Not right near our rooms, but in a room in the hotel. I did use my Voice to order her not to talk to Raaden and Emery and to not have any contact with Venus without our permission, but she knew why and accepted the order.

Yes, we did decide to let Ginny stay. Of all of the people we interviewed she was the only one who actually wanted to be here. Everyone else was indifferent to it or was being actively ordered to be here. That was what finally convinced Ava, Omar, Um'reli and Starlight. We won't give her the Builder package for a long time, if ever, but that still doesn't mean we don't need the help. We don't have her doing much right now, but she is shadowing Sound of the City and they love that they have a helper and someone they get to show the Reach. Maybe I'll take her with us when we go to the Wilds of Besmara. She might enjoy that.

I'm just finishing up breakfast in the Royal Dawn when Omar comes in. "Melody, what are we going to do with all the parts we took from the Lavinia?"

I can't help myself. "Put them on a Starship, Omar."

"Melody. Which Starship? High Line and Sun Dancer are done. We'd have to put them back into the dock to add things to them, Immar IV isn't done, but do we want to put all the parts on that one?"

Ah I see. If we put the Venusian parts on High Line or Sun Dancer, then that delays how long before we can go to the Wilds of Besmara.

"Let's keep them off High Line and Sun Dancer for now. I do want to go to the Wilds now that we've dealt with Venus. Once we're back and Immar IV is done, why don't we start construction on a whole new ship?"

"A whole new ship?" Omar sits down at my breakfast table and looks off into the middle distance, thinking. "Yes, we could do it. I think we have a handle on how things work now. We would add the Venusian parts, of course. That would save a lot of time. I'd make a dreadnought of our own - smaller than the Venus or other human ones - but it would still pack a punch."

"See? What a great idea I had." I'm laughing, but I mean it. I think it's high time we make our own Starships. I wish we had more printers, we could really get production going, but it's not like we need a whole fleet right away. Slow and steady progress is fine.

"Omar, do you want to pilot High Line when we take it over to the Wilds? I want to go next week, and we need to figure some things out. You piloted it during the shakedown, but this will be our first Gate traversal since we came here."

"Yes, I'd like to drive if you're okay with that. We should have the others take a turn so we all get experience with it - it's different than being the Reach - but for now, I'll take us over. Who is going to come? We should probably leave at least one Builder here."

"I agree. I wanted you and Ava and Starlight to come, and we can let Um'reli run things while we're away. I want Ginny to come too."

Omar breaks his reverie. "Ginny? Why?"

"I want to show her she's not a prisoner like Raaden and Emery. She was the only one who wanted to be here. Might as well start treating her like that. Plus, we could use a reactor tech on High Line."

"You make a good point. Fine. Ginny can come too. We don't really need much of anyone else. With Builder systems I can run most of High Line from the chair. I wonder if it feels the same when an AI runs a ship? I'm doing a similar role."

"I don't know. If we ever get back to our side of the Galaxy we should ask." I really find lately I'm missing stuff from home. I hope once were done visiting some Starbases on this side we can go home, just for a visit. "I'd like to open up some lines of trade too. I bet people over there would like some of our foodstuffs and I sure could use some coffee." I looked wistfully at my cup of tea on the table. I hadn't had coffee since talking with the Venusians. I was trying to save what little she had for special occasions, but it's so hard!

"One thing at a time, Melody. Let's do see if we can figure out what happened at the Wilds. Then, see if we can find any other Starbases or colonies. We could finish the exploration that FarReach abandoned."

I looked up at Omar in surprise. "That's it. We can continue the mission! Just because FarReach declared Captain Q'ari unfit and left doesn't mean that there isn't good things to learn out here." I jumped up and gave Omar a hug. "Thanks Omar. It really helps to talk things out sometimes."

"No problem Melody, glad to help."

I leave the Royal Dawn and start walking towards the Throne, thinking while I walk.

We're going to go to the Wilds of Besmara with the refurbished High Line and see what's up. Last time we went there was some kind of field that grabbed FarReach and started to pull it in. Maybe it was an overzealous landing field? I don't know. Either way, if it happens again, I think we want to let it take us in.

Also, that warning. I know now it was in the Voice, but it was over radio which - for me at least - commands in the Voice don't work. I wonder how it was in the Voice, I thought that was just an Empress thing. Maybe it was a recording? All these mysteries. We just have to go and find out for ourselves.

I take a long way to the Throne and say hello to people as I walk. When I first got here, people were so frightened of us, but now people tell me hello, they give me little bits of news from their world, I even get to meet families! More than once I've been told how nice it is that I was able to increase the food deliveries. As plain old Melody I was often intimidated making small talk with people and would try and avoid it, but when I'm Empress, I find it's much easier. It almost feels like I'm pretending to be the Empress; like it's a persona to put on and take off. When I'm with Ava in our room I'm just Melody, but when the gown comes on and I walk around I'm The Empress.

It's hard to explain. I wish I knew more people that had gone though this to see if it's normal. I guess, when you're the only Empress around, anything you do is normal, by virtue of the fact that you're the one doing it.

I make my way to the Throne and settle in. Ava, Um'reli and Starlight are there already. I can feel Um'reli and Ava showing Starlight how to work things.

"See Starlight, if you just look... over here... you can see the transit network."

"Yes, yes, I see. It looks like we have the trains on schedule and... wait, what's that one on that siding?"

"That's Melody's Royal Transport. She likes to use it when she feels like showing off, or if she needs to get somewhere after hours or when things are too busy to wait for a scheduled train."

Mentally, I look up at them "I don't use it to show off. I use it when I want to make an entrance."

"Okay, so when Emp-Melody's not showing off, she stores it over here?" I smile to myself when I hear the smirk in Starlight's tone. When I made them a builder, I let them call me Melody. I decided it would be weird for Ava, Um'reli and Omar to call me Melody, but Starlight has to call me Empress, and I didn't want to make everyone call me Empress as well, so Builder Starlight can call me Melody. They're still getting used to it.

"Um'reli, you're okay with staying here and running things while the rest of us go to the Wilds of Besmara to see what happened to them?"

"Sure Melody, it's fine. I have reports to go over on reactor efficiency. We have enough of a power surplus now we should look at taking down the reactors one at a time for refurbishment. I don't think it's ever been done!"

"What do you mean, take the reactor down for refurbishment?" Starlight looks curious as Um'reli and I talk.

"So, at least with our reactors, they need regular maintenance. We usually build our systems with enough overhead that they can run with one whole reactor down so we can work on it, or if one fails we can swap it out without inconveniencing anyone. Before we got here, the Reach had enough power, but I wouldn't have dreamed of shutting a reactor off. Now, I think we can turn one off, make sure it's in good condition and then turn it back on, move on to the next and so on."

"That's impressive, Builder Um'reli. You have found so many ways to improve efficiency."

"Just Um'reli is fine, you're a Builder now too, remember. But, thank you. I enjoy working with the reactors. I hope we can get Ginny up and helping us too, it will be useful to have someone else - someone who actually took some training on this and isn't just an enthusiastic amateur - take a look at things."

"Okay, good. Omar is going to drive, I'll sit in the Command chair, Ava can monitor systems, Starlight can let us know if there's anything we're missing with local information and Ginny is coming along to prove to her that she's not just another hostage like Raaden and Emery."

Ava looks up from the report she's reading. "I like it Melody, it seems like a good plan. Ugh, I wish there was something we could do about Raaden. I don't trust her as far as I could throw her."

"I know! I was thinking about it on the walk over. What if we printed a hibernation cabinet for her? I know that Starjumpers carry them, and that FarReach used to be one so I assume their printer database has the plans."

"Actually, I think that could work. Let's ask Omar how tough it would be to print one up. On the one hand, I don't like the idea of just sticking her in a closet until we decide what to do with her, but on the other... I don't know what to do with her. She'll never trust us, and we can never trust her."

"Exactly."

Starlight looks like they are warring with themselves over something. After a moment, a decision is made. "Melody, why did you keep her anyway? If it was me in charge, I would have declared her culpable for Rapid River Roaring's death and had them executed."

Now everyone is looking at me. "Starlight, for right now, she's worth more to us alive than dead. If we killed her and sent the Venusians home with their ship stripped and them humiliated they would have come right back with all their dreadnoughts and just fired upon us as soon as they traversed the Gate. No radio, no opportunity to use the Voice on them, just kaboom. This way, with Raaden, their Archduke and Crown Prince Emery, they have to think twice about whether to come in guns hot or not."

"Ah, I see. Yes Melody. You are making it so that we are too valuable to outright destroy. But, what do we do when they want their crown prince and their archduke back? Or worse, what if they don't want them back?"

My shoulder slump. "I don't know yet. As soon as we figure out a deal and we give them Raaden and Emery they don't have a reason to not come in and destroy us."

Starlight's eyes are bright. "Well then. We just need to be better armed then they are by then. We can then repel them the regular way."

"Hah. That's the best idea I've heard so far Starlight. For now, we'll go with that plan. Once we come back from the Wilds, Omar was going to look into building a dreadnought from the parts we... liberated from Venus. Do you know of any Aviens plans for large warships?"

"Actually, yes. I believe we have some plans for a ship like that. We should try and reach out to more of my people. Ever since our ancestors were trapped here, we have not heard from any other of our kind."

"Starlight, I was wondering, what did trap you and the Mariens and others here all those years ago?" Um'reli and Ava look up at Omar's question. I guess we were all wondering it.

"I wish I knew Omar. My parent's parents were the original ones left here, but they wouldn't talk about it. From what I can gather, there was... a war, or something like it. The last Builders left the Reach to... do... something and never returned. My parent's parents did mention that the first few years after the Builders left were very difficult."

"Another mystery to solve then. I want to get going. Hey Omar, do you think you can print a hibernation cabinet?"

"Probably Melody, what for?"

"For Raaden. I just don't trust her to be awake and around while we leave to do explore the Wilds of Besmara. I was thinking of putting her in a cabinet and sticking her on board in hibernation. Crown Prince Emery seems fine, we could probably leave him here under guard."

"Melody that's brilliant! We don't have to deal with her trying to escape and we can carry her around as a kind of... talisman against Venus attacks. You just have to get her into it."

"Leave that part to me."

It actually only takes Omar a few hours to print the hibernation cabinet. When you have printers that can make a whole starship in a few weeks, one small hibernation cabinet is hardly a feat. It comes out gleaming and white, looking like a long lozenge or pill from the medical department. On the top is a clear window to see the face of the resident and on the side is a small readout of vitals. I ask Omar to let me borrow some people, and an Aviens and Azurian wheel the cabinet behind me as we walk.

In front of the apartment complex it's clear that the cabinet is much too large to bring up to Raaden's room. "Wait here please. I will be down with them in a moment."

Upstairs, I nod to the guards and knock on the door before opening it. "Raaden, come here please."

"Go to hell mmmmmm-Empress."

I don't have time for this. "F̷̗͝o̸͔͌l̷̺̊l̴̨̃o̶̦̾w̵̡͠ ̶͔͘m̷̢̒ē̵̬.̸̹̊ Raaden." She gets up out of the other room and robotically walks to me. Her eyes radiate hatred, but she follows none the less.

We get to the bottom floor and I open the door to leave and she catches a glimpse of the cabinet. Raaden's eyes go wide and the snarl of hatred on her face is replaced with a new emotion.

Terror.

"No! No no no no! You're not going to put me in one of those! Please! Please Empress! Don't put me in a hibernation cabinet! I won't escape! Please! Don't put me in there!"

I stop and turn, surprised. "What? Why not Raaden? It's just a hibernation cabinet. It's brand new. Omar printed it up from our copy of FarReach's printer database. It's not even a local design, it's one of ours."

She's standing in the doorway, shaking. She is legitimately terrified of the hibernation cabinet. "I-I-Its a form of punishment in Imperial Venus. For people who have... displeased the Emperor. A person is placed into the hibernation cabinet and then they... manipulate the settings. They change the person's sense of the passage of time. A day can feel like centuries."

You know, I actually feel bad for Raaden right now. That sounds like a horrible punishment.

"Raaden, I'm not going to manipulate your perception of time. We're going to run you deep enough that you won't have any perception of time passing. It'll be just like when people were put in cabinets for Starjumper trips before the wormhole generators. You'll go in, and then you'll awaken on Venus when we've worked out the details with the Emperor."

"Possibly, or else I'll never wake up for my failure. Or worse, I will but it will be after ten thousand years subjective and I'm a gibbering mess. Empress, I am actually begging you." She gets down on her knees in the door way and bows down "Please. Please. Don't put me in hibernation. I will literally do anything else." She puts her head up and her cheeks are wet with tears and she's shaking. She whispers. "Please, don't."

I... I can't. It's too cruel. I look at her and try and concentrate. Is she just acting? No. I think she is completely terrified of going into hibernation.

Ugh.

I sit on the cabinet and reach out to my Builders. "Hey. Raaden is like, wet her pants terrified of going into hibernation. She's literally begging me not to do it."

Is it a put on, is she just really good at acting?

I don't think so. My heightened body language processing says she's being honest.

Just order her to do it anyway, use your Voice.

Doesn't that seem unnecessarily cruel to you? We'd be leveraging a legitimate phobia just to make things easier on us. She'd never forgive us.

You still think she'll forgive us?

Hey, we have a responsibility to treat our prisoners humanely, and that includes not torturing them. This would be torture for her.

They wouldn't have the same consideration of us.

All the more reason for us to treat her better.

Okay then, what do we do with her?

Take her with us.

WHAT?

Take her with us. She'll still be on board, I can order her around with the Voice and we'll still bring the cabinet. If she causes trouble I'll order her into it and we'll be done with it. This is her chance to show us how much she doesn't want to be in the cabinet.

Or for her to show us how good of an actor she is.

Ava, I'm pretty sure she's not acting.

Ugh fine. She can come. Let me get a room ready and strengthen the locks on it.

Thanks Omar.

I look up. Raaden has gotten up from the floor but her eyes are still wide with fear. She is working very hard to control it, but fear of the cabinet is still very strong. She truly is terrified of being put into it.

"Raaden. I won't put you into the hibernation cabinet."

As I complete the sentence, her body relaxes and she starts breathing heavily.

"Yet."

She tightens up and holds her breath again.

"You're coming with us on the High Line to explore the Wilds of Besmara. I need insurance against Venus, and if you won't get into the cabinet then you'll come along. I will also bring the cabinet so if you cause us even a small amount of trouble I will just order you into the cabinet and be done with it."

I narrow my eyes and meet her gaze, "Do you understand?"

She stands straight and tall and matches my gaze, looking me in the eyes. "I will not betray you, nor will I attempt to escape, nor will I sabotage any aspect of your mission. So long as it keeps me out of that thing, I will be good."

"See that you do." I jump off the cabinet and gesture to my helpers. "Bring this to High Line. Omar will show you were to put it. "C̵͖͋o̷̤̒m̶͉̍e̶̩͛ ̶̰̎R̷͈̅ä̵̮å̷̡d̴͍̒e̶̙͝n̷̬̓.̶̀ͅ, I will bring you back to your apartment."

She follows me without struggling this time. I stop at the entry to her apartment. "We'll be back tomorrow morning. Do you have any requests for food or drink onboard?"

She blinks. "You're asking my opinion?"

"Well yes. You're going to be onboard with us for at least a week, if not more. You deserve to have some input."

She runs her hand through her close cropped hair, surprised. "Uh, I don't like coffee, so don't bother giving me any. I know you love the stuff, so don't waste any on me."

Oh nice. More coffee for me then. "Thank you. We'll be by tomorrow after breakfast."

She nods and moves to close the door. "Until then."

After the door closes and I lock it, I look at the guards and they acknowledge me. "Empress" they both say, and then face forward, silently.

Part 31

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Cabin Pressure Advent Day 24: Xinzhou

To quote Stefon from SNL, this episode has everything! It's actually pretty crazy how much it manages to fit- seamlessly!- into less than half an hour. We have the introduction of such iconic concepts as Fizz Buzz and "here I am don't tread on me," the excellent Film Double Bills game, bacon shirt, baby chicken and baby lamb... I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but honestly the big things is that this all fits around SO many conversations that move the plot forward.

So many of the important things that we need to do before moving on toward the end of the show happen in this episode. We establish that Martin is dating Theresa (even if he won't put a label on it) and is invested enough to potentially want to choose a job in proximity to her. We know that Carolyn hasn't given Herc any kind of real answer and is pretty avoidant of the consequences. We know that Douglas did not know that Carolyn is essentially cutting his job out from under his feet.... and we know that Arthur doesn't know what multiples are. Oh, Arthur, I love you so.

It's interesting, because the arc of Douglas moving from being obnoxious to Martin about his interest in Swiss Airways is not super clearly laid out. What we do perceive is that he isn't necessarily being snarky at first because he genuinely has no confidence in Martin- he's having a knee jerk reaction to the idea of losing this situation. He's basically exactly where he wants to be- and I think to him that's the depressing part, because he has an image of himself as being so much more than he currently is and if he's happy regardless then that can feel like a weakness of its own... it's hard for him to admit he's really happy where he is. I think that what really changes his mind is realizing that Martin genuinely does have bigger dreams, and that those dreams have nothing to do with being a captain. As I've mentioned in one or two of these, Martin's motivating factor for trying to rescue MJN, every other episode when they have to work to save the day, is that nobody else will let him be a captain and being captain is massively important to him. But now, he's prioritizing flying airliners and being near the girl he's dating over that ego thing. He's grown up, and I think seeing that proves to Douglas how selfish his earlier thought is.

And Carolyn... it's so hard to know what Carolyn is thinking exactly. On the one hand, she's pushing Herc away by telling him not to consider her as he takes the Swiss Airways job, and at the same time she's encouraging Martin to leave for his betterment, which will eventually (as far as we now know) lead to the end of MJN Air. Is it some kind of weird self sabotage? Is it her being a more selfless person than one might imagine her being in S1? She's probably the most emotionally bound-up character, and it will of course be fun to see how she navigates the next few episodes...

But also, as already discussed, this episode has so many amazing amazing moments in it and I'm just so in awe of JF for pulling it off so flawlessly- while Limerick is the bomb, I think this one might be even more skillfully pulled off, with a lot more demanded of it. I also have a nice nostalgic memory related to Xinzhou as I made a friend through this episode! A friend and I were out for dinner with a group of people, some of whom we knew and some who we didn't, and someone (for some reason) mentioned baby food- possibly in the context of them liking to eat baby food? I don't recall. Anyway, I made a sotto voce comment to my friend about eating chicken flavored baby food and I suddenly heard a British accent a few seats down- "is that a Cabin Pressure reference?!" Turns out, she was IN THE AUDIENCE for Xinzhou and said it was even better in person, I was very jealous, and while we've drifted apart since then it was very nice to get to know her- and all because of a Cabin Pressure reference.

Next episode is Yverdon... can't believe this is almost over!!

#cabin pressure #cabin pressure advent 2023 #cabin pressure advent #john finnemore #xinzhou

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oleander-nin · 8 months

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Hi again, I'm that same person that sent that long ask earlier lol

Okay ESPECIALLY after the poll you put up, I wanna say again that WE ALL LOVE YOU STOP BEATING YOURSELF UP /p

I'm stuck between wanting to be heartfelt and encouraging or just shaking you by the shoulders and scream at you /aff /pos

Ollie, genuinely, don't push yourself too hard. Yeah we love what you write, but we understand that you're a person with a life. You do not owe us anything.

Forgive me if I'm wrong, or maybe looking too far into this, but I feel like you're a perfectionist? And that you feel you have to crank things out quickly and it all has to be perfect. Maybe you feel somehow indebted to give us things to read. and lemme tell you, it's very easy to get stuck in a loop of "do the creative thing for your followers or else". That is, if you aren't in that loop already. I'm sorry, know I'm assuming a lot, and I'm not meaning to pry.

I just say this because I recognize the way you talk in your tags or authors notes. I'm not an author, but I used to post art. I kept getting more frustrated with myself, (and I can definitely tell you are too). I lost motivation, and it stopped being fun pretty quickly because I kept thinking "it needs to be perfect" or "I need to create faster" all for the sake of an audience. So when you apologize, or seem to value your writing so little, it just makes me worry that you're in that same loop. Heck, I mean, I still don't make art often, I still have perfectionist issues and worry about how fast I can create. But it's becoming fun again, slowly.

I just hope that writing is still something you like to do. I would hate for your passion for writing to be squandered by the pressure and expectations of an audience. I know you have a lot going on right now, even if you try and act like you should be able to push through it and write, but please take care of yourself. If the February challenge is getting too difficult, please don't feel like there's any shame in limiting your workload. We'll be happy with whatever you make, and I'll be even happier if I know you actually enjoyed writing it. /gen

WOW this is long I'm sorry lmao. I've been at this for like half an hour. (Do asks have a word limit? Oops I hope not ahshjsk)

Oh also, don't worry about responding to this is an "appropriate" way. I know that this would be hard for me to respond to, so don't feel pressured to say anything at all. Even if you delete this, I'll be perfectly fine with it. /gen I just hope you read it and understand that we care about you. Please feel better <3

YOU TOOK THIRTY MINUTES FROM YOUR DAY TO WRITE ME THIS???? THE HONOR???? SOBBING THANK YOU

Breaking this down paragraph by paragraph cuz you deserve it💪(also I'm avoiding responsibilities rn shhh)

Okay first of all, thank you a lot. This entire thing kinda helped me realized just how bad I was letting myself get. In the back of my mind, I know I don't have to write, or that I shouldn't be doing it the way I am, but it felt like an obligation at some point, both from trying to repay you all in the only way I know how, and from trying to catch up with everyone else. Sometimes it feels like I'm falling behind, and if I don't keep going, I'm just going to lose everything.

I forgive you<3/lhj, but you're not technically wrong. While I'm not in the perfectionist in the sense I won't post something unless I deem it perfect and have checked over 8 times(what I used to do), I still tend to pick apart everything I've made and found every flaw. I realize this is a problem, and have been yelled at by many a teachers for it lol. But yeah, a lot of the time I do feel indebted, and I probably am stuck in that loop(Which is why I'm so bad at actually taking breaks). Don't feel bad for assuming, nothing you could say would really offend me, and you've been dead on this whole time.

I've been meaning to stop talking about how much I hate certain parts of what I write in the tags+A/N's, because I know listening to me whine and cry about something that doesn't matter gets annoying, but I'm not good at that either I guess lol.

I'm fairly certain that writing will always be fun for me, as I'm still looking forwards to doing a lot of the requests I got and one set of ideas I have, but finding the will to write it down seems impossible right now. It's like I'm stuck at the bottom of a sheer cliff and I can't start writing until I read the top. The main reason I'm so mad at myself for flopping so bad with this challenge is because I was able to do the Horrortober one just fine, as well as maintain a schedule for a while. It feels like I'm getting worse rather than getting better, and It's just making me frustrated with myself to the point of just wanting to quit(not that I think I'd be able to if I'm honest. I tried once, yet here I am, only 3 years later.)

Anyways, I'm just going to start putting more time into the writing instead of trying to force a deadline. I want to be able to make longer fics again, and to start TWOAL back up(I've been avoiding it because I want the chapters to start being 4000+ to mimic actual books). I want my writing to seem like it has care and quality, and not like it was produced by a factory. I have once headcanon style fic about the Vamp turts in the work I was spending days on to make sure it was decent, and it alone is better than a lot of stuff I've put out recently.

ANYWAYS

Thank you! I appreciate your words, sorry for the vent. I'll probably just delete this half later lol, but I needed to get some stress out.

#asks <3 #tw vent #vent #writing vent #sorry about this

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noodles-n-soba · 2 years

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The one who relived a divine nature

A Scaramouche draft~

A/N: The way Im inspired after the 3.0 update guys..! I've fallen in love with Scara all over again, but, I guess we all did..

CW: Didn't proofread..

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A king was born, the day his eyes fell upon you.. Were you the last one to betray him? Were you the healer that he needed, the one who would stitch his puppet heart back together. A materialized heart, yet this puppet possessed feelings, emotions and a heart.

Curiousity flickered in your eyes, your hands holding your blanket wrapped around your body as you gazed at the guy himself.. Could he be broken and shattered in pieces? Could he still feel something? Wasn't he a mere.. Puppet? A subject of Ei, the Inazuman guardian who's eyes were only set on eternity? "Drifting away once more, (Y/n)?" You blinked, gaze meeting with his still lively ones. Years later, these sparkling eyes would change into the deepest void you had ever seen, he wouldn't be alive again.. But at your current lifestage, you did not realize any of this.

Hopping off the stone wall covered with moss, you stretched with a smile on your face. "Of course not, I was simply resting my mind, but I am fully awake." While saying so, you placed a hat on top of Scaramouche's head to protect him from the sun. Once more his eyes glittered, shining brighter than the mid day sun.. Oh, how you missed seeing those eyes years later.. Right, you recalled being appointed by the archon's themselves to protect the land of Tevyat in the Archon war, but nobody truly knew your identity. What kind of monster were you? Would they tolerate such an existence? Feared to die, betrayal would follow, a painful revelation. "Let us continue, the road ahead is open." You encouraged, nudging over to the path leading to yet another place to discover and explore. You were always there for him, trying to distract his mind from every kind of evil or sadness, but how hard it was.. The poor guy.

Often you heard the question from Scaramouche himself. "Will you, too, leave me, like all the others? Won't you grow tired of me? Who am I in your eyesight, a monster? A puppet? An emotionless individual with no heart or inner appearance?" You reassured him every single time he asked you, you would not leave his side without any valid reason. If fire would once set aflame the branches you were climbing, in no way you would simply abandon him and leave him hanging on those threads. Earning an honest smile from him every time you calmed his storm like mind made you feel at rest too, but every year that genuine smile grew less and less lively.. Barely even mumbling a word to you once you said you wouldn't leave. If you had to be honest, you were gone more frequently.. Where had you been? When would you return? Would you someday perhaps, stay away for eternity?

"(Y/n), why are you gone so often." Up till this day, you never told him.. But you realized he had probably already noticed, you weren't aging.. Just like him. A case of immortality? It might've been. You shook your head, a comforting smile forming on your face as your eyes shone once again in the sun, shining on the land of Eternity. "A few cases I need to take care of once in a while, but rest assured now.. I will be here till the sun rises. If you open your eyes, you'll see me fighting off your strongest enemies, digging a way through forests and lightening up your ways through the darkness." And with that, cupping his cheek in your hand you tried making direct eye contact.. Heart almost being torn apart seeing that the guy from a hundred years ago had changed so much, not a single smile detectable on his blank face.. Resulting in hugging him tightly, hoping to forget his face once again today. You saw nothing but your Scaramouche completely sunken to the depths of his own sea, only to never see daylight again.. Why? Betrayal? Realization? Exactly those things that he had experienced in life made him feel so done with humans in general, but did you classify as 'human' in his archive? He himself didn't even knew.. If someone had asked him that question he wouldn't even know how to answer it.

But you, oh pathetic liar, were you the last straw? You meant no ill, but your movements and actions were exactly what he expected.. Betrayal. It was nothing to be ashamed of (Y/n), he expected it. His face, oh so priceless, the menacing grin on his face as he stared at you.. No love, no friendship, no feelings to begin with! How dare you even think such a thing. From siding with him to fighting against him because you were ordered to do so, no time to talk it through.. Hah, what a coincidence? Formidable! Truly! You were the one assigned to help this puppet out of its misery, and you messed up. But even by messing up, he noticed your true intentions. Living a lie, he told himself so many times you were just like the others, easily landing a hit on you without any struggle. Were you holding back? What kind of mockery was this..? How dare you?

The smile on your face, blood covering your arms and eye, but still even so.. Telling him you'd see him soon enough, falling on the ground afterwards and laying there without any signs of life.. How dare you..!? Who did you think you were..? You.. were.. Merely.. His best friend.

After decades, he got reminded that he too could in fact cry.. He hated it, but seeing you laying there so incredibly helpless, unconsciousness and bleeding to death. His heart that had been frozen over time, a layer of stone around it, it still beaten for you. His hands made quick work, wrapping your wounds in a bandage you carried with you, making sure you were hydrated well enough, even laying your head on his lap as he observed your youthful face.

"Scaramouche.." The harmony of your voice was enough to make him shudder, trying to catch back his new defined personality, but seeing you there.. He couldn't back out anymore, he never was that new Scaramouche when you were around. "... Sorry.." Lips barely moving, your hand tried finding his', squeezing it once you had found your way to it.. ".. I know." His pride didn't dare him to apologize for hurting you, though his eyes said enough. He couldn't afford to lose his last friend, squeezing your hand he bowed down in such a way your foreheads touched. "... Don't cause too much trouble, we won't venture off for quite a long time.." Your smile always lit up his darkened soul, but returning one would take so much more effort.. He just simply couldn't anymore. ".. I knew that from the start, promises can be made.. But keeping them is an entire other thing." Making sure you were laying comfortable against the stem of a Sakura tree in the shade, he stared once more in your eyes.. You never lost hope or happiness, how did you do it? He never stopped admiring you, his respect never grew less.. How could you? One last kiss, then he'd leave.. A kiss goodbye, what did it actually meant? He didn't question it.. Neither did you. Seeing his blurry figure walk towards the horizon, feeling the stinging pain in your chest of unsatisfactory as you realized you weren't supposed to protect him anymore.. Even better, you COULDNT. Where would he go next? Nobody knew.

#Scaramouche #genshin reader #genshin men #genshin angst #genshin scaramouche #scara #scaramouchey #genshin x you #scaramouche x you #scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramussy #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche spoilers #genshin spoilers #genshin 3.0 #genshin impact #genshin fanfics

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satancopilotsmytardis · 1 year

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Oh oh Voice Kink with ShigaDabiHawks? I bet Shiggy can torture the boys in very fun ways~

Prompt: Voice Kink (and from another ask) Bondage

Pairing: Shigadabihawks

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Voice Kink, Bondage, Sub/Dom, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Orgasm Delay, Photos/Video during sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering

He doesn't always have the patience for this. Likes to tie up their pretty bird, likes being tied up himself, but more times than not they usually just settle for handcuffs and the bedframe. But Duster has been away working with Re-Destro for two weeks and they're both really missing their other lover's patient dedication for taking them apart by inches. So Dabi broke out the rope today. Pretty and black, soft enough that it won't chafe so long as Hawks doesn't move too much. And he doesn't think his pretty bird is going to move too much, not when his pupils are already doing that pretty pulsing thing where they go so tight and then blow wide enough he can barely see any gold. Not when his cock is already flushed and curving up against his stomach as Dabi presses kisses along his chest as his hands work to spread his thighs wide and start to wind his rope around them. Goes slowly, lets both of them get hotter and hotter as he works. Until Hawks' pretty skin is crisscrossed with black rope. Looks so gorgeous with the dark lines cut over his body, the only thing marring his skin, the hero too fast for his own good, not a single scar on him compared to the ones that have ravaged his and Duster's bodies. Such a pretty picture.

A shame not to share it.

Reaches over to the nightstand for his phone and Hawks flushes bright red, fighting through the soft trills to speak, "What--"

"Smile, angel. Duster's gonna love this."

Doesn't smile, goes even redder, his feathers fluffing even more, looking at him through his lashes, all cute and embarrassed. Yeah, Shig's gonna fucking love this. Takes the picture and hits send. Mmm, really hopes that they never get arrested for another reason now, that photo would absolutely go viral if anyone ever got it off their phones. Starts to set it aside, wants to really start to take his birdy apart. Not expecting it to start ringing, Duster's name popping up.

Answers immediately, putting him on speaker. "Are you two having fun without me?" His voice is a low teasing purr that makes his whole body go hotter, knows just hearing their other lover is doing it for Hawks too because his cock starts to leak.

"Not our fault you had to go off for stupid bullshit, oh Grand Commander." Can't be as sarcastic as he wants because he's a little breathless.

"Getting so bratty while I've been gone. Gonna have to punish you when I get back, firefly." Promise dripping from his voice and Dabi can't help shifting to get between Hawks' thighs, grinding their cocks together as he sets the phone close by. Has Hawks trilling and him letting out a thin moan. Hears Duster hum, amused, aroused, through the phone and that sound just makes him want more.

Hawks fights back the avian sounds and little pants so that he can find his human words. "Miss you, sir."

"Yeah, little bird?"

"Want you," Dabi nips along his throat and Hawks chirps at him. Can feel how badly he wants him too but can't help teasing a little.

"Can hear how much you mean it, baby. I'll be home soon and when I get there I'm going to make you feel so good, little bird. Reward you for being so sweet." His voice rumbles softly through the speaker, that slow easy tone that he always has when he knows he's going to work them up well past their limits before he lets them fall over the edge. Dabi never really thought he had a thing for Duster's voice until he took him to bed the first time. Until he had his voice low and hot in his ear as he told him every way that the other man wanted to take him apart, worked him up into a frenzy without even putting a hand on him, and then had made it even better by actually being able to deliver on each filthy promise he'd made.

Heats his fingertips just shy of burning, hot enough to leave little pink lines over Hawks' skin, and drags them over his skin, tracing above the lines of the rope and making the hero arch and chirp loudly. "You're such a kiss ass, birdy." He mocks.

"Jealous, firefly?" Duster's voice has its own nasty mocking tone. Hawks trembles, not usually on the receiving end of Shigaraki's punishments. but Dabi can never keep his fucking mouth shut. Likes it when Duster makes it hurt, likes it when he keeps him on the edge so long he ignites. Making him even hotter just thinking about it as he dips his head down to capture Hawks' lips with his own. "If you ever learned how to behave yourself then I might reward you too. Going to have you reward our pretty bird while I'm away. If you're good I might even let you cum."

Takes way too much self-control to keep from whining as he realizes that Duster's going to stay on the line, going to keep talking as he fucks Hawks. The hero can't hide the loud desperate trill that promise tears from his chest. "...yes sir," he manages after a second, his own voice thin and needy. Been worked up for so long already, having Hawks all tied up and helpless and Duster in his ears is really only making it worse.

"That's it, must want it badly if you're already losing the attitude. How long have you two been like this?" Still mocking a little when he speaks to him. Doesn't know why that always makes him so hot when Duster does it. Would light anyone else on fire for using that tone in bed with him.

"Too long, please sir," and Hawks wants it as badly as he does, doesn't want to be made to wait if Dabi's mouth lands them in trouble.

"Alright, sweetheart." So soft and sweet when he talks to Hawks, would think he has a favorite if he didn't seem to like being mean to him so much. Has their pretty bird trilling and shaking, his cock dripping against his stomach. Would tell Shig to tease their birdy, but his cock is getting wetter too every time their other lover speaks. "Firefly, can you be good, or do you need to put on your ring?"

Flushes, "... be good, sir. Won't cum until you tell me." Doesn't want to promise that when he's already so worked up but he knows that short of hanging up and opening himself up for a world of punishments from Duster when he comes home, he has to obey.

"Good boy, why don't you start to get our pretty bird ready. You want to be full, don't you, little bird?"

Hawks coos, "Yes please, sir."

Always a perfect angel in bed for Shig. Angel for him too but they don't really do much with powerplays when it's just them. Like to switch, like to just get each other off as many times as they can and don't really mind if they keep that simple. Doesn't get a rush having Hawks submit, is more distracted by how hot it is that they both can slip into their subspaces just from Shig's voice. Is starting to feel a little floaty and far off when he grabs the lube, heating it against his skin before he presses a slick finger to Hawks' hole. Teases around his rim the way Duster always does for him. Rubbing and pressing but not sinking inside, not until Hawks is trilling desperately, not until,

"Mm, stop teasing him, firefly."

Then presses in slowly, unrelentingly, pushes in to the knuckle and delights in how gorgeous the hero looks as he arches and moans, straining against the pretty rope wrapped around him. Gets lost in the haze of heat as he works him open. Lost in the sounds of Hawks trilling and chirping as he presses kisses across his skin, licks along his neck, into his mouth, waiting each time until Duster tells him,

"Another, baby." Before pushing another finger inside. Waits until three are moving in him before he starts to rub deliberately over his prostate. Makes Hawks strain against his bonds even harder, needy chirps falling off his lips constantly, as he tries to rock back against him, pulls his fingers away a little every time he does. Until he's whining,

"Dabi,"

"Thought you were supposed to ask for permission, pretty bird," he mocks, heat choking his voice too. Never makes him ask when it's just them but Duster likes to control their pleasure so completely.

"He's right, sweetheart. Don't forget your manners just because I can't be there in person."

"Please let me cum, sir," he pleads.

Dabi is delighted when Shig hums but says, "No, not yet, little bird. Will feel better when you're full and you know we just want to make you feel good." Shifts his attention back to him, "Well?"

"Please let me fuck him, sir," he begs readily.

"Being such a good boy, Dabi." Can't stop the little whimper that slips out of him at the praise. Doesn't get that very often, usually too intent on misbehaving. Makes him even hotter, so hard that it's starting to hurt. Doesn't know how long he or Hawks will even be able to last with their lover's voice so intent and commanding in their ears. "Go on firefly, make our pretty bird feel good."

Doesn't need to be told twice, Hawks chirping and trilling the whole time as he hastily slicks up his cock and starts to press in. Doesn't know which of them is louder as he's enveloped in Hawk's tight, warm muscles, pleasure pressing so insistently along his nerves he wonders if his seams could split from it. Wants to fuck him hard and fast, push them both over the edge, knows that's not what Tomura wants from them. It's agony to start to move, slow and deep, heat of his quirk creeping up so insistently that he's starting to smoke.

"Sir--"

"Not yet, firefly." Doesn't know how he can sound so amused and composed, can hear his hand working over himself on the other end of the phone, deliberate, so that Dabi can hold pace with him. Hawks trills desperately at the phone but Duster doesn't relent.

It's desperate and he's a little concerned he might melt his phone, but he grabs it, switches to a videocall and shifts so that he can show Shigaraki exactly how he's fucking their bird. Captures him fucking into him, how his cock is so flushed and drooling constantly over his stomach, his head thrown back and mouth open to let out all of his desperate avian sounds, how good he looks straining against the rope every time Dabi's cock disappears inside of him. Sees Duster's eyes widen for a split second as the video goes through and then go so fucking dark with his lust. "Fuck, look so pretty, little bird. Being such a good boy sharing, firefly. Almost earned your reward, just have to ask nicely, baby."

"Please, please Tomura, please sir, please let us cum."

"So proud of you for being so well-behaved. You can cum, let me see you two."

Once they've been given permission everything happens in a frantic blur, Dabi speeding up his thrusts roughly, burns away the ropes on Hawks' arms so that his hand can fly to his cock and start to stroke himself, Dabi's hands too hot to do it without discomfort. Embarrassing that it's the sound of Shig groaning as he sees them go absolutely desperate that has them both spilling. The pleasure peaks so fast, so hard that Dabi really nearly incinerates his phone. As is, he has to set it aside again as his muscles all go weak and loose. As Hawks melts against the sheets and his remaining restraints. Takes a second of them panting, Hawks cooing constantly, for Dabi to catch his breath enough to burn off the other knots. As soon as he's free completely, Hawks is reaching for him, pulling him in. He goes readily, bringing their lips together slow and deep as they come down from the high.

Hawks remembers his manners first, pulls away and swallows the bird sounds so he can murmur, "Thank you, Tomura."

"Thank you, sir." He parrots, still a little dazed himself.

"You're welcome, you were both so good for me. Need you to keep being good. When you're ready need you to get up, clean up, have something to drink. Take care of each other." His voice is so soft and sweet. Always is after he's finished absolutely ruining them. "Stay on the line in case you need me."

"Okay, love you, Tomura," Hawks' voice is still a little chirpy.

"Love you too, little bird." And then he waits.

Dabi flushes, mumbling, "Love you, Duster."

Hums, "You really must miss me. Never get you to behave for this long." Is about to prove his point by telling him to fuck off, but Shig continues, "Love you, baby."

Doesn't know how the fuck he thinks they're going to put themselves together when he keeps murmuring to them so sweetly through the phone. Can't complain though as the soft words soothe away the ache of his absence.

Thanks so much for submitting! Still accepting prompts from this list!

#my writing #mha fanfiction #shigadabihawks #kink prompts #prompt response #writing prompt

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ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask · 6 months

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How about…“expressing fears and discomforts” and “crying in front of them” for Tom/Chyler and Fred/Kelly?

Which pair goes with which prompt is author’s choice!

I cannot believe that I lost this in my inbox. Oh boy. I feel awful. So anyway, here goes!

Expressing fears and discomforts - Tom/Chyler

Chyler sat up in bed, noting with a frown the lack of a warm body beside her. She scrubbed at her eyes with the heel of her hands, then searched for the bedside clock. 0200. It was far too early to be waking up, and far too late to be sleeping alone.

Something was wrong.

She slowly rose from bed and made her way to the bedroom door. She snatched Tom's discarded hoodie from where it lay on the floor and wrapped herself in it to stave off the chilly midnight air. The door was closed, but she could tell by the dull light bleeding under the portal that he was in the kitchen of their small apartment. She gingerly opened the door and made her way out, blinking in the light.

"Chy, what are you doing up?" Tom asked worriedly while her eyes struggled to adjust to the light exposure. "It's the middle of the night!"

"I came out to ask you that exact question," Chyler said sternly, fixing her husband with a glare once she managed to see again. "Why did I wake up at two in the morning to an empty bed?" she demanded.

Tom, who had been looking at her with concern etched into his handsome features, ducked his head bashfully. "Sorry, I... I just needed to think for a minute," he explained. "Didn't want to wake you up."

Now it was Chyler's turn to feel concerned. "What's going on?" she asked quickly, briskly walking forward and taking Tom's hand in hers.

Her husband ducked his head again, seemingly avoiding eye contact. When he did glance her way and realized that she wasn't going to be letting this go any time soon, he tiredly rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "I... I'm scared, Chy," he said. "What if... what if I screw up?"

He finally turned to look at her. His eyes searched hers for several long moments, then they dropped until he was staring at her belly.

Chyler followed his eyes. When her tired brain finally managed to connect the dots, she couldn't help but laugh. "Screw up?" she asked somewhat incredulously. "Tom, of all the men I've ever met, you have the least to worry about in that regard."

Tom looked up at her seriously. "My dad set a high bar," he said quickly, "but... you know who my mom is. What if I end up more like her?" He stepped forward to wrap his arms around Chyler's waist, pulling her close and resting his forehead against hers. "You're my world, Chy. And..." he trailed off, one of his hands slowly sliding around to rest on her stomach. "And our baby will be too. I just don't want to mess up."

Even though she'd only told him about her positive pregnancy test the day before, the words our baby already sent a happy thrill through Chyler. She tenderly reached up and cupped one side of his face in her hand and pulled him down into a slow kiss.

"You're a good man, Tom. You won't 'mess up.'" She spoke firmly, staring confidently into his eyes. Then she smirked and added, "Besides - if you ever start to slip up, you have me to put you back in line."

Tom laughed and pressed another kiss to her lips. His stiff posture slowly relaxed as he looked down at her with a grin splitting his face.

"Now, first things first," Chyler said, resting her head against his chest. "Your wife is tired and pregnant. Carry her to bed."

Tom laughed again. "You're only a few weeks along," he said. "You're already going to start using 'I'm pregnant' against me?"

Chyler smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek. "Yes," she said happily. "Now carry me."

Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head ruefully, but despite his weak protests he still bent down to lift his wife in his arms and carry her back to their bedroom. "I'm really in trouble now, I can feel it," he chuckled. Chyler just snuggled into his chest and almost immediately fell back asleep.

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Crying in front of them - Fred/Kelly

Fred stumbled into the viewing deck of the UNSC Atlas. He stumbled a lot these days - his legs were longer than they used to be. Stronger, too. The doctors had warned him that there would be an adjustment period, but he didn't know how long it would take.

That wasn't the most pressing issue on his mind, anyway.

He managed to keep his footing all the way to the viewport. He leaned against the railing and stared out at the expansive black that stretched out before him. Things were different now. So many of them were gone. Ralph, Fhajad, Alice... there was so much different now.

A sound echoed toward him from the shadows of the viewing room, and he instinctually whipped around to face it. "Who's there?" he demanded in a voice that he hoped was fiercer than it felt.

"It's just me," a quiet voice said from the shadows off to his right.

Fred recognized it instantly. "Kelly," he said matter-of-factly. "What are you doing here?"

His fellow Spartan sniffed loudly and hurriedly ran her hands over her face. "Nothing," she snapped defensively. "What are you doing here?"

Fred leaned one elbow on the railing and looked her over. She appeared small and fragile... the augmentations had been harder on her than most. She stayed sequestered under medical care for two full weeks longer than any of the others.

"It's weird, isn't it?" he asked, ignoring Kelly's question. "Everything has changed. Everything is..."

"Different?" Kelly supplied. She stepped forward and leaned on the railing beside him, slumping until their sides were touching. They stood together in silence, staring out at the black. "We lost so many," she said quietly, her voice trembling. "They didn't even have a fighting chance."

When Fred looked over at her, he noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked so different from when they'd first met as children. More mature. Her dark brown hair had lost all of the blue dye of their youth except for in the very ends, which she usually kept tucked into the neckline of her shirt. Her blue eyes shone with bunched-up tears.

Fred carefully lifted one arm and rested it on Kelly's shoulders. She stiffened under his touch, her gaze fixed on the viewport. Then, in a rush, her defensive posture melted away and she collapsed into his tentative embrace. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as they stared out at the dark, imagining the caskets of their fallen teammates.

"I'm... I'm glad you're here," Fred finally said, hearing his own voice break as he spoke. "We lost too many. If we'd lost you too..." he trailed off, unable to finish the thought out loud. Kelly seemed to understand, because her own arms snaked around his waist and she clung tightly to him.

No more words passed between them. They simply leaned into each other, supporting one another under the unbearable weight of this experience.

"I'm glad you're here, too," Kelly finally breathed, releasing her hold on him. They slowly separated. "We should go," she said slowly, turning toward the door. "I'm sure the others will be waiting."

Fred nodded firmly and followed her out. For whatever reason, they had allowed this special moment to pass between them. But now they had to push it all aside. They had work to do.

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Consume me - Part 6

Ao'nung x OC both Aged up to 23-24, Multiple part series, ONGOING

Slow burn,fluff, insecurities,slight angst, jealousy,mentions of smut

A month or so has passed and things are going better then I could have ever hoped or imagined, I caught up with the Sully's, spending as much time with them as I can. I've gotten used to the way of life here, the differences are vast and it was one of the hardest things I've had to do, but I did it. I've started my Tsahik training and it's going very well, Ao'nung's mother and I, Ronal, get on great. I won't lie, she frightened me quite a bit when we first met, the way her steely gaze scrutinized me, her harsh tone and lack of room for any kind of mistake. But after awhile I got past the wall and she became very welcoming, approving of my mating with her son and enjoying my company. The feeling of now having 2 mother figures present in my life warmed me deeply, and I thank eywa every day for bringing me here.

Ao'nung and I are going very well, we are basically attached at the hip, only apart when absolutely necessary. His very presence made my heart race, his touch something I yearn for the second it leaves me. And I know deep in my soul he is who I was meant to be with, arranged or not, He is who Eywa made for me. But even then, theres these feelings that linger in my heart. Insecurities I can't shake. We haven't said the words yet, they bubble in my chest and up my throat so often it feels like they are choking me, but every time I feel he is going to say it, something entirely different comes out of his mouth. We haven't fully mated, despite my efforts, he just keeps saying he has a special plan and I must wait. I fear he does not want me the same way, or feel the way I feel for him.

I don't miss the looks I get from some of the women in the clan, don't miss the snickers and little groups of gossip that stop when I get close enough to hear. The dirty looks, the looks of pity, like I'm a fool for believing this is real. And I miss the forest. Oh how I miss the forest. The homesickness swirls in me and consumes my every thought, my every feeling. I try to push it down, try to push everything down and paste a smile on my face so I don't cause any problems. But eventually, everything bubbles over.

"How has your day been so far, little one?" Ao'nung asked, walking into our Mauri and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I looked up from my weaving with a small smile, "It's been alright. I'm surprised you are home already Ao." I reached out and twined our hands together, using him to pull me to my feet. His arms looped around my waist and pulled me against him. "I'm not home for the night yet, i just wanted to see you. I missed your beautiful face." He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck while speaking, taking a deep inhale. "Eywa you always smell so good. I want to taste you so badly." I blushed as he began nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, unable to help the little moans that escaped. "You can do more than taste me." I mumbled out, running my fingers down his back. "Tanhi, we've talked about this." He groans and pulls away to stand up straight. Anger swirled, my heart clenching at the rejection. "Fine. I will see you later." I huffed, annoyed, and headed out of the mauri. "Aella!" I hear him call after me, choosing to ignore it as I weaved deeper into the village. I had no where to go, nothing to do, I had planned on spending the day finishing up the Ometikaya blanket I was weaving for Ao'nung, so I walked to the Ilu pen. They were such sweet, happy creatures and always made me feel better. I was beginning to feel bad about the way I acted, if he isn't ready, who am I to push? When a few voices saying my name made my ears perk, usually I ignore the gossip I know is about me I hear it buzzing all the time, and its to be expected I suppose, but my curiosity finally got the better of me and I turned my head slightly, peering into the conversation to my left.

"That new forest women is ridiculous, thinking he will be faithful. She follows him around like a love sick puppy." Lovesick puppy? "I know, He has gone through half the clan, he will always be a bachelor at heart. I even heard Swayel saying she and him were together a few nights ago while the girl was at the Sully's Mauri for dinner." My stomach twisted and my heart sank, but I willed myself to stay rooted to where I was. "She should just go back to the forest, none of us want her here. A freak as our tsahik? Ridiculous. Imagine the nasty children he would be forced to have with her." A snicker followed, "Oh we don't have to worry about that, they haven't even mated yet. He would never touch the likes of her, He's just following his orders, like he always has, Remember he said himself. They are ALL freaks." Full blown laughter tailed that statement and I couldn't listen anymore, the tears brimming my eyes spilled over as I turned and ran back to my mauri, tail tucked between my legs.

When I made it to the Mauri my vision was completely blurred by tears, my breathing ragged, and my hands trembling as I began to shove all of my things into my leather bag from home. I heard the flap open behind me not long after, "Baby? You here? Someone said they saw you running here and that you looked ups- hey! Whoa what are you doing?" He was behind me in no time at all, one hand gripping my shoulder and the other reaching for my bag. "I'm leaving, let go of me!" I tried to shake him off, it was no use, his grip tightened and he spun me around to face him, we were so close our chests were touching, noses pressed against each other as he searched my face with confused eyes,"What the hell is going on? Leaving? To where? You don't want to share a Mauri anymore? Why are you crying?" He tried to wipe my cheeks with his thumb and I swatted his hand away, A look of hurt settled onto his face as his brow bone furrowed. "I'm not moving to another Mauri. I'm going back to the forest." I tried to make my voice level, make it sound strong, but the words came out wobbily and broken. How could I have actually let myself fall in love like this? Panic replaced the look of hurt covering his features and his grip tightened again, his fingers digging into my skin roughly. "The forest? No, you can't just leave! What the hell is going on?!" He huffed out, his chest was rising and falling rapidly and he was breathing out in hard little pants that fanned over my face. "Where were you when I had dinner with my family the other night, Ao'nung?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm and steady and ignore the hurt, anger and betrayal swirling in my chest. "I was with my father, I told you that." He sounded even more confused now and it made the anger bubble in my chest, "That's not what I heard. Swayel is saying you both had quite a good time together." I spit, unable to stop the venom lacing my words. Ao'nung abruptly let go of me, stepping back like I had physically hit him, he gasped at me, mouth open and brow bone furrowed. "WHAT?" He scoffed raking a hand through his hair. Tears filled my eyes again, quickly spilling over as sadness overtook all other emotions, snuffing out the anger like a candle. "I know...I know this was-is just another duty to you. Another way to serve your clan and follow orders to be a great leader, and you will be, I believe that with everything I am. But I am stupid, and I let myself... I-I can't, I don't," I wiped my eyes aggressively and took a shaky breath "Goodbye, Ao'nung." He caught my wrist as I walked past, gripping tightly as I tried to tug away from his hold. "You let yourself what, Aella?" His voice was shaky too, an emotion I couldn't place coating all his features as he took a big step to me again. I shook my head, avoiding his eyes and tugging my arm again, "Please, let go of me. I want to go home." I whimpered, body sagging and trembling. "Aella, I did NOT sleep with her, or anyone." He stated in a firm voice, "You said yourself you enjoyed many women. Why should I expect you to stop because of an union you had no choice in." I felt a hand on my cheek, lifting up my face to force eye contact, "I may not have had a choice when I was told about this, but that doesn't matter. When I told you Eywa brought you to me, I meant it. I choose you Aella. I want you, just you." He sounded so sincere, but the gossip was ringing in my head, making my ears buzz and eyes water again, one word in particular sticking out. "How could you ever want a freak?" I hissed and his face fell. I managed to get myself out of his grip and went back to a few of the shelves Ao'nung had built for me to decorate the space, grabbing my things and continuing to shove them into my satchel bag. I could feel him behind me as I packed, silence surrounding us in an uncomfortable, painful tension. My chest squeezed, heart pounding so loudly and so hard I'm sure he could hear it.

As I finished and straightened up, willing my own tears to subside, I heard a sniffle behind me. I whipped around, He was standing in the corner, watching me, with glassy eyes and a few tears dripping down his cheek. The sight dumbfounded me, He's crying? My heart ached to go to him, wrap my arms around him. "Why are you crying? They will just choose you another women Ao'nung." I sniffled, hiking the strap to my bag over my shoulder. "I don't want another woman Aella! I want you." He scoffed with a shake of his head. "I, Ao'nung I-" "I'll come with you." He interrupted. My head whipped up, my eyes wide and mouth dropping open. "What?" I could not believe what I just heard, "I'll come with you, to the forest. I can learn your ways like you learned mine." He walked to me again, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush to him. "You can't do that, you're the next clan leader. And why would you even want to? Everything you want and love is here." Before I even finished talking he was shaking his head, "No. I do not care." He grabbed the sides of my face with both hands and titled my head up again so he was looking intently into my eyes. I prayed to Eywa he couldn't hear or feel my heartbeat, it felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest, anxiety was gripping every nerve in my body causing me to tremble.

"Aella.." He breathed, rubbing his nose against mine softy. My breath hitched in my throat, "I love you. I want you. I see you." He murmured, then leaned down and sealed my lips with his. He swallowed the whimper that left me and slid his hands down to my hips, gripping my harshly and pulling me impossibly closer. "You are not a duty to me, where you go, I go. If you want to go back to the forest, then we'll go. I know how badly you miss it, and I want you to be happy." He pulled away to speak, lips still brushing mine, not daring to put more space between us. A lump formed in my throat and I tried to swallow, "Ao'nung, You are to be the next chief, shouldn't you be with someone worthy of you and that position?" I whispered. He growled and kissed me again, "I'm the one not worthy here. You are everything. You will be the greatest Tsahik this clan has ever seen." He said in between kisses.

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Rather Die | Chapter 12

warnings: talks of pregnancy, jealousy, fluff, swearing

word count: 1776

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A couple days have gone by, and Victoria is ready to talk to Austin about her possibly being pregnant with his baby.

She texts him, as her heart pounds.

"Hey, I know I'm probably the last person you'd be wanting to hear from right now, but there's something I need to talk to you about. Can we meet? In private?"

Austin replies, "Hey. Uh, yeah sure. You can come over my house right now if you want."

"Okay, that works. Send me your address and I'll be on my way."

Austin sends over his address & Victoria heads over to his place.

It's a decent sized house. Not too big, not too small. Definitely bigger than anything Victoria has lived in.

There's lots of wooden walls, which seems to be a trend in homes nowadays, giving them a mid century modern feel, which is definitely what Austin is going for with his decor & use of cool and warm tones.

"So, what's this you need to talk to me about?" Austin says, letting Vic inside.

"Um, we should probably sit down for this." she says.

"Okay."

Austin leads her into the living room where a grand piano sits & a movie poster for Elvis' movie "King Creole" hangs on the wall above.

"You can have a set anywhere." Austin says. "Do you want anything to drink? Water? Soda?"

"No, I'm okay. Thanks though." Vic sits down in a chair. Austin sits across from her on the couch.

"Okay. What's up, Vic?"

"Um, there's no real easy way to say this, so I'm just gonna come out and say it I guess. I....am pregnant. And it's a very good possibility that...you're the father."

Austin sits there in silence for a moment, in shock before he says anything. "How is it a possibility that I could be the father?"

"Well, from the time that we hooked up to the time I started having symptoms, it would make sense."

"And you took a test?"

"Yes, Austin, of course I took a test."

"You know those aren't always accurate, right?"

"Um, I think most of the time they are, and I took two of them, both being positive."

"And I assume it could also be Ashton's because you were fucking him at the same time."

"Correct. The same day actually."

"You fucked both of us in the same day? That's some Eliana behavior."

"Oh shut up, Austin. You're one to talk. And you more so fucked me than I fucked you."

"What do you mean?"

"You made out with me & Eliana in the same night."

"Yeah, but I didn't fuck you both in the same night."

"Same difference."

"Are you keeping it?"

"Yeah. I'm keeping it. It's a miracle I even got pregnant with being told my chances are low. I've always dreamt of having my own baby someday, and if I can have this work out, I'm going to do it. I never know if I'll ever be able to get pregnant again."

"I guess that makes sense. If I am the father, I want to be apart of its life."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"You'd want to co-parent with me?" Vic asks shocked.

"Yes. If it's my baby, I'm going to take responsibility & I won't let you do it alone. I wouldn't want any of my children not knowing who their father is if I can help it."

"Wow...um. Okay. I'm just surprised you'd want to do that with how we are."

"Look, I don't completely hate you. I could be civil for the rest of our lives for the sake of our child."

If Austin was being honest, he'd say he doesn't hate her at all & is in fact, in love with her. But still, he keeps playing along as if he doesn't because he's pretty well sure that Victoria doesn't & won't ever feel the same.

"If you can do that, so can I."

"Great. I'm glad we're on the same page. Now, what's the next step? A paternity test?"

"Yes. I, um, actually already made the appointment. It's my first ultra sound, and then paternity test as well. Technically, only one of you needs to test, say if we're not a match it's obviously Ashton's. Ashton will be testing, but you're more than free to join."

"I'll be there. Just give me the info & I will be there. Also, how is it very possible?"

"Okay, it's next Friday at noon, at the St. Joe's doctors office in Studio City. And it's very possible as we didn't use any protection, unlike Ashton & I did."

"Oh.." he responds. "Even if I'm not the father, I know we're not the bestest of friends, but if you ever need anything, let me know."

"Thanks, Austin."

It's now next Friday, the day of the appointment.

Victoria is joined at the doctors by both Ashton & Austin.

The boys haven't said a single word to each other except "Hello" & the room has a very awkward silence as they wait for the doctor, which is driving Victoria insane.

"Okay. I know this is awkward, but can we just not sit in silence? I feel like I'm being put in the middle of a feud right now." Victoria breaks the silence.

"I just don't know what to say." Austin speaks up. "Um, I'm sorry, Ash. And Vic. For putting you in this situation. I shouldn't have even tried to have sex with you."

"Thanks, Austin. No worries, man." Ashton says.

"Good, I'm glad you guys are like, cool. Also, Austin, I'm sorry too. If I hadn't fell for it, you wouldn't have been brought into this. It's just all my fault for being an idiot."

The doctor walks in before either boy could respond.

"Hi, Victoria, nice to see you again." Dr. Martin, Victoria's gyno comes in. "I see you got yourself into a little predicament?"

Victoria laughs nervously, "Haha, yeaaah."

"And we're also surprised this even happened, aren't we?"

"Very."

"Now who are the possible candidates?"

"This is my boyfriend, Ashton, and this is my costar for my new movie, Austin Butler." Victoria introduces them both to Dr. Martin.

Austin dies a little inside hearing her call Ashton her boyfriend.

"Oh, I thought you looked familiar." Dr. Martin says to Austin. "You play Elvis in the movie right?"

"Yes, yes I do ma'am." Austin says, blushing & smiling.

Victoria feels butterflies seeing him all cute like that. She immediately shakes them off, remembering her actual boyfriend is right there.

"You were fantastic in that. Must have taken a lot of work to get the voice down."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely. But thank you." he replies.

"Okay, so we'll do the ultrasound, see how far along you are, and then we'll do a noninvasive prenatal paternity test. I'll take blood from each of you to conduct a fetal cell analysis. A genetic profile compares the fetal cells present in the mother's bloodstream to the alleged father's. The result is more than 99 percent accurate. Those results will take a of couple weeks, just keep an eye out on your St. Joe's online account for the results to be posted."

Everyone nods their head in agreement to everything that's going down.

The ultrasound starts. Victoria & Ashton hold hands, as Austin leans against the wall. Jealousy eats at him seeing the happy couple. He wishes it was him that was holding her hand.

"Well, I can confirm that you are in fact pregnant. Congratulations, 'Mom'." Dr. Martin says as she finds the embryonic sac.

Victoria & Ash smile bright, Austin gives a shy smile, still being filled with jealousy.

"Alright, there's the little one right here. Looks like you're measuring out to be about 6, almost 7 weeks. Here's the head starting to form, and then the body. Very similar to a tadpole."

As soon as Austin sees the little fetus on the monitor, the jealousy goes away and his heart swells, knowing that could be his. He gets misty eyed, which he wasn't expecting.

Of course, Vic & Ash are the same. All happy tears.

Dr. Martin takes some photos before cleaning up Victoria from the ultrasound gel & putting the machine to the side.

"Here's the first pictures of baby. I'm going to go get the stuff for the blood samples. I'll be right back." she says.

"I can't believe this is real. I really never thought I'd be here in this moment right now. As much as this is going to suck because my career is just now getting somewhere, I'm excited." Victoria says, looking at the pictures.

"You're gonna be a great mom, Vic." Austin says.

"Thanks, Austin." she says, with a kind of confused tone. She wasn't expecting to hear that from him.

Dr. Martin comes back into the room & she gets a blood sample from each person.

"Alright, everyone is free to go. Like I said, it'll take a couple weeks for the results. Just keep an eye online for them to be posted."

"Will do. Thank you, Dr. Martin." Victoria says.

"Of course. You guys have a good rest of your day."

A couple weeks have passed & the results are in.

"Mila, open it. I can't do it." Vic says to her, passing Mila her phone.

"Are you sure you want me to read it?"

"Yes, I can't. Just read it & tell me."

"Okay. Now, don't yell at me if I say it's

Austin, because I know that's the result you don't want."

"I promise I won't."

"Good. Okay, I'm opening it, I'm reading it, and the father is....."

"Please be Ashton, please be Ashton." Victoria says to herself."

"Austin."

"Goddamnit, Butler. I fucking knew it. Of course it's his."

"I'm sorry, babe."

"It's fine, I guess."

"How are you going to tell them?"

"Girl, I have no idea. Do I tell Austin first? Or Ashton?"

"I don't know. I guess Ashton. You're seeing him tonight right?"

"Yeah. I guess I'll tell him first."

Later on...

"So, I got the results..." Vic says to Ashton.

"And?"

"I'm so sorry." Vic starts to cry. "It's Austin's. I wish I would have never had sex with him so the baby could be yours. I know we used protection, but you know that's not always effective & maybe it could have been you. I'm so sorry."

"Baby, baby. It's okay. I told you, things happen. And I'll be with you every step of the way. I love you so much and we're not going to let anything come between us."

"I love you too. So much"

Ashton gives Victoria a sweet kiss as she wipes away her tears.

Now all that's left is to break the news to Austin...

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