#...yes i am also Like That about scotch

[oldshrewsburyian]

My latest read from the library. I enjoyed it, but while being a fan of golden age Hollywood meant that I got all the references (including the sly Hail, Caesar nod) I also saw the twists coming.

...I was also critiquing things like "would this really have been Errol Flynn's star image in 1944?" so this may prove that I am just on the wrong side of the "insufferably into old movies" spectrum to be this book's target audience.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I was just thinking about how I apparently have the same taste in women as my dad. Can you imagine Steve finding out his parents have a lavender marriage? Also, imagine him flipping his lid when he realizes his dad's taste in men kind of looks like Eddie and his mom's taste in women kind of look like Nancy. Robin, who found out at the same time, was there too. He turns to her.

"Robin!" He squeaked. "I have the same taste in people as my parents!"

Meanwhile, Robin is on the floor laughing her ass off. She sat up for a moment, gasping for breath as tears came, and pointed at him. She collapsed back on the floor, still pointing.

"Robin! This isn't funny!" Steve squawked.

"It's a little funny," Eddie said, snickering.

Oh, yeah, Eddie was there too.

"Eddie, if my dad was younger, he would go for you!" He yelped.

"And I would be very flattered, but baby, you're the only Harrington I want," Eddie replied. "There's nothing to be jealous of."

"I'm not jealous! I'm freaking out!" Steve said. "We. Have. The. Same. Taste."

John Harrington came waltzing into the living room, whistling.

"You want a scotch, son?" John said. "A nice glass of scotch always calms me down."

"No, I do not want a scotch, dad," Steve bitched at him. "I hate scotch."

"See, now, there's something," John said. "Your mother and I both love scotch. We don't have exactly the same tastes. Now, if you want to, you can have the house to yourself. There's a nice bar in Indie your mother and I like to go to."

"Is it the one with all the goofy shit on the walls?" Eddie asked.

"Yes!"

"Robin and Steve like to go there too!" Eddie said, and Steve slapped a hand to his face.

"Well, we're just going to get out of your hair. Edward, don't get my son pregnant. His mother isn't ready to be a grandmother yet," John said and walked out of the room, waving at them.

"I LOVE your dad," Eddie cackled.

"I thought you said that I had nothing to worry about," Steve scowled and threw a pillow at him.

"You know, your mother kind of looks like Robin," Eddie said, scrunching up his nose.

"Does this mean that we're destined to have a lavender marriage of our own and have a turkey baster baby too?!" Robin exclaimed with a gasp. "Because I'm telling you right now I am not pushing your big headed baby out of my vagina!"

"Well, if you give me your gender, Buckley, I would gladly do it myself!" Eddie exclaimed. "It's really very selfish of you."

Robin glared mockingly at him before hitting him with a pillow, which resulted in a pillow fight. Steve rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

[vivalas-vega]

Can I request a fic with Jake? I was thinking about something where he stands up for the reader when they come over to a family dinner or something like that and her relatives all just keep criticizing her and being mean and she is used to it but Jake won't stand for it and defends her?

Thank you so much either way, I love your fanfics!!!

hi nonnie!!! thank you so much for your sweet words - I hope you like it! and thank you so much to @natrace for beta reading this for me!!

You smoothed your dress over for the dozenth time since parking the car as you waited for the exact right moment to enter the restaurant, swaying uncomfortably from side to side at the way the fabric clung to your calves. “If I smoke really quickly do you think they’ll smell it on me?” you asked Jake who was standing next to you and looking like you’d grown an extra head with how neurotic you’d been acting all day.

“You smoke?” he asked incredulously, and you smiled sheepishly.

“Sometimes, under duress,” you replied, fishing in your purse. 

“You are not under duress, it’s just your family,” he said, grabbing your hands.

“Uranium mission was less stressful than this,” you muttered and he just laughed, tugging you along to walk inside. You were led back to a semi-private area where your mother and father sat who greeted the two of you with tight smiles and one-shouldered hugs.

“It’s nice to see you,” you said, smiling at Jake who pulled your seat out for you. 

“Lieutenants,” your father said, taking a sip of his scotch. “Lucky we were able to catch you while we’re in town.”

“Yes sir, very lucky,” you agreed, reaching for the glass of water on the table. 

“I hear you’ve been doing good out there at Top Gun,” he said to Jake, “how’s Maverick been treating you?”

“Maverick has been great, sir, it’s been an honor teaching alongside him.” he answered and you took a deep breath, dreading the moment he turned his attention to you. 

“It’s nice you’re also back at Top Gun, I was surprised they’d recalled you for that mission at all,” he said and you bit your lip. “Do you feel like you’re learning anything new?”

“Well, there’s always something new to learn, dad, but I am an instructor as well,” you pointed out and he just nodded halfheartedly. 

“That’s a lovely dress, dear,” your mom interjected, trying to grab your attention.

“Oh uh, thank you… I think you got it for me a few years ago, haven’t really had time to do any shopping recently,” you said and she nodded.

“I can pick up a few more things for you when we arrive home and ship them out if you’d like,” she offered and you smiled.

“That’s okay, mom, you don’t have to do that,” really you hoped she wouldn’t.

“It’s no trouble,” she said and you gave a bright smile to the waitress who came to take your drink orders and you watched as your mom was pleased with you not ordering a cocktail and instead ordering a sparkling water. 

“I’ll be right back, need to powder my nose,” you said, not entirely sure what you even meant by that but you hurried down the hallway and flagged down your waitress. “Can I ask you to do me the biggest favor?” you asked and she smiled knowingly.

“Vodka or tequila?” she said and you flushed, “not the first tense family dinner I’ve served.”

“Tequila, you are an angel… thank you so much, you can just slip me a separate tab for the drinks,” you said before heading back to the table where your father was continuing to fawn over Jake. You didn’t mind, not at all… Jake was a great pilot and though his ego rarely ever fit through the door, he did deserve to be told how great he was but you did hope that every once in a while he would acknowledge you as well, but tonight did not seem to be that night.

“You should be spending more time in the air with Jake, you’re lucky to have him on your squad, there’s a lot he can teach you,” he said and you bit your lip as you looked at Jake.

“Well, sir, I actually feel like I learn more from her than she ever could from me,” he said and you smiled softly but you knew your dad wouldn’t accept it.

“She’s unfocused, you being here tonight proves just that… Top Gun isn’t a matchmaking academy but she turned it into one nonetheless.” 

“Well, either way it’s lovely you two found each other,” your mother said, “honey, have you given any more thought to taking a more permanent teaching position?”

“I wasn’t aware that was something I was thinking about,” you replied.

“Oh, I just assumed with the two of you getting together you were finally starting to think about settling down and starting a family,” she shrugged, as if that was the most nonchalant thing ever and Jake reassuringly rubbed your knee under the table.

“That’s not really our priority right now,” you said. 

“Maybe it should be,” your father said gruffly, “being a pilot doesn’t seem to be your strong suit.” Jake went to respond but you just knocked your knee against his and softly shook your head. 

“Besides… I’m sure it’s crossed Jake’s mind once or twice, are you sure you’d be able to withstand the demands of being a wife and mother while being in the Navy?” your mom added and you choked on your drink.

“Excuse me?” you asked, looking at her wide eyed.

“Mind your manners,” she whispered, “I just mean that you’re not getting any younger, dear, and Jake is a good man with a very promising Navy career ahead of him… you’d be smart to start thinking about this now before you lose him,” she finished.

“I haven’t actually,” Jake interjected and you all turned to look at him, “thought about starting a family. We’re not quite there yet, but the two of us will talk about it when the time comes,” he said. “I’m not interested in making her a wife until she’s ready.” 

“You should do it soon, promotions are going to start coming your way Lieutenant, wait too long and you won’t have the time.” your dad said and you suddenly felt like cattle being sold for auction. “And while she has the opportunity to leave the Navy gracefully.” 

“I’d be willing to wager she gets promoted before I do, sir,” Jake said and your dad just shook his head.

“It’s a good thing you’re a better pilot than you are a betting man, son.” 

“If you take a step back from active duty it will give you more time to plan the wedding too, dear… we could have it back home at the country club,” your mom said and you scoffed.

“Are you two even listening to us?” 

“Watch your tone,” your father said and you shook your head in disbelief. “You’re lucky this is all this conversation is with how you’ve tarnished our family name.” 

“Okay, that is enough,” Jake said suddenly, losing his grip on his patience. “You should know that your daughter is better than anyone in our squad and we all know it, we’re all competing for second best because none of us have a shot in hell at taking first with her around.”

“You might want to watch yourself, son,” your father warned.

“I’m not your son. And when your daughter feels ready for me to propose you can bet your ass I’ll do so at the first chance I get, but not a moment sooner because she is not just a potential wife or potential mother to my children for me… she is my partner and should we make any decisions about our future we will be sure to let you know… otherwise, sweetheart, I actually think we double booked ourselves.” he said, standing up and tugging you with him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” your mom asked, looking up at you in shock.

“Right now? Oh, right now I’m going to go get drunk with my friends, thank you for a lovely evening,” you said, tossing your napkin onto the table and walking out of the restaurant with Jake. “Hard Deck is only a five minute walk from here?” you suggested and he nodded, laughing as you took your heels off and let them dangle from your fingers. “Thank you for doing that, standing up to them was incredibly hot of you,” you said.

“Wasn’t going to let them talk about you like that, your dad is insane for not being proud of you… I know I am,” he said, looping his arm around your waist as you walked along the beach towards the bar. 

“I love you, you know that?” you asked and he just nodded, leading you through the front door of the Hard Deck and flipping off your friends as they whistled at your appearances. “Hey Pen, I’m going to need a lot of tequila,” you said, graciously accepting the two shot glasses she set before you. 

“To us and our country club wedding and lots and lots of babies,” he joked, clinking your glasses together as you laughed and downed the shot.

“Wait, what? What babies?” Rooster asked as he approached and you just shook your head as you ordered another round. 

“Come on, I wanna kick your ass at pool,” you said, dragging Jake behind you and giggling as he spun you around and enveloped you in a kiss. 

“I really am so proud of you, you know…” he said and you nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. 

“I know, and I love you so much.”

“I love you too…”

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Let's Talk Peter B

@iwasbored777 (Since you ask to be tagged)

Okay! I was on the fence about writing this post, but after doing this response and some encouragement, I decided that fuck it, let’s do this.

While I had seen multiple things about Gwen being a bad friend, a bad person, and other things I don’t want to say because I will start ranting- Peter B for the most part, has come out scotch free.

Don’t get me wrong, I had seen some people address his issues, but it has been a few posts in a sea of him with Mayday and people shipping with Miguel. Which hey, is okay with me, but when you see you a character you love be given the short end of the stick despite the circumstances yet another character that has much less to lose has their mistakes largely been ignored and basically be woobify.

Is not just Gwen, I had also seen people take beef with Jess as a mentor yet somehow leave Peter out of that conversation. Don’t get me wrong Jess is far from perfect (which is something I discussed before,) but again, Peter is far from perfect too.

Does this has to do with Peter being a beloved main character in the first movie? Yes. Does it also has to do with misogynoir and misogyny? Oh I don’t doubt it.

I don’t hate Peter B, far from it, I think he is a great adaptation of our spidey, and while I am not the biggest spiderman fan out there, I did grew up with Peter Parker in movies and cartoons so I do have love for this characters as well as his incarnation in Sony movies.

I will do my best to remain as unbiased and neutral as possible, but not gonna lie this entire thing is annoying me enough that I will say when I am aware of my own biases, as I always try to do.

But if you think liking a character stops me from calling them on their bullshit you are wrong.

I know this post is more about how Peter is with Miles and his role as a mentor, but I decided to address some other things I had seen people talk about because there is a reason I choose "Let's talk Peter B Parker" as a title.

Believe it or not, I am fine with this. Seriously.

Peter wasn’t here when Miles arrived, and considering they did a small tour and got an empanada on the way, I think wouldn’t be odd to say he wasn’t around when Miles arrived. My theory is that he was taking care of his own stuff, and once he knew that Miles was around, went to get Mayday to present her to Miles.

I think that’s pretty normal all things consider, he loves Miles and wouldn’t had fixed things with MJ and had his daughter without her, of course he would want the two of to met.

The enthusiasm is all things consider pretty sweet, and while I don’t approve of some things he does (like giving her a web shooter while being just a few months old?) Is one of those things that are part of superhero writing that has the children technically doing things that they shouldn’t be doing for their age, so I just let it slide because if I get hung up every time I see something like this, it would not end.

I’m the only one who is actually mad about this comment?

Yes, is a joke, I get that, and Peter is trying to take as much as steam off Miles by trying to frame him on the light that he messes up, but is just who he is.

It doesn’t make me any less annoyed.

For starters, I feel like I am rereading Percy Jackson again (No I will not explain that reference.) Because despite everyone more or less knowing what’s going on (Hobie said before he didn’t know what Miguel was hiding so how much he knows is unsure,) no one has attempted to explain the situation to Miles.

This is a trope I had seen enough (including WAY too many times in the books I mentioned,) and I really resent when characters act as if the protagonist or someone else is stupid just because they are unaware of something. ESPECIALLY if the characters saying so are aware they don’t know.

They are also letting him believe is a good thing he is in HQ, but that is actually not Peter’s fault. I am mad with Gwen on this one, but also Jessica, and Hobie well, he should have known enough to be able to tell him seeing Miguel is not good news. At least Hobie tries to warn him as subtly as possible.

Sure, Peter just got here, but the fact that he is already accusing Miles of just messing up with the universe carelessly is not something that doesn’t sit well with me. Either he knows that Miles doesn’t know and is making an insulting comment, or thinks Miles is aware of the situation and just acted recklessly. The second one is the best scenario, but I feel Peter is presuming way too much for someone that just came around and should have known better than believe Miles knew all of these details while Miguel basically has a giant banner of “Not Earth-1610 Anomalies allowed.”

Also, sidetrack but what exactly does Miles do that isn’t just your typical spidey behaviour? Yes he doesn’t always have full-formed plans before acting but you can say that about EVERYONE in the room at that moment.

“He wasn’t thinking, is not like he works!” My ass.

Want my two cents about this moment? Peter has zero business telling this to Miles.

When Miles asks Gwen about her dad, she is crestfallen, she doesn’t like to believe this more than he does; but unlike anyone else in this room, Gwen cannot return to her home dimension. The best case scenario is if she isn’t there, her dad may not die; but that’s the best case scenario, and that involves again, not stepping again in her home dimension ever again. Her best bet is never to see her home, or anyone she knows including her dad, because not only she may end up in prison, her presence may lead to the death of her dad.

And who knows, it may happen regardless; he may be dead already because he is a police officer and she couldn’t be there to give a hand or save him (As she said she did in Into the Spider-verse, by the way.)

Yet at least, she is coming to this with the idea that her life is going to have to SUCK for a few years, things happening or not happening depending on where she is but none of this is pretty or fair.

Peter? As far as we know, he is done.

Considering the age range of the Spidey-characters, chances are Peter already lived the canon events he needed to live, at best they don’t know what’s next, which means he can operate as he feels is the best course of action.

Miles asked him if he would have let his uncle die, but Peter lost his uncle over twenty years ago, he had enough time to grieve, to accept the outcome, and find happiness after it. And to top it all off, HE DIDN’T HAVE THAT MORAL DILEMMA PLACED IN FRONT OF HIM BEFORE IT HAPPENED.

I find Peter’s words hollow because unlike Miles, he was never asked to not intervene in a canon event, he hasn’t needed to deal with someone from his universe dying while he let it play out.

I am not saying he didn't suffer, he did, and a lot; yet he was unaware that this would happen, is way different having someone tell you “Oh those tragedies you lived? It’s the destiny that keeps everything together, it’s rough but it is what it is,” than someone telling you “Oh you are going to live a bunch of different personal tragedies, and you need to suffer with the burden of this knowledge because is this or everyone in every universe dies.”

(How much do you guys bet someone will use this as an example of the trolley problem in a philosophy class.)

Since we are going in kind of a chronological order, let’s go to something a tad lighter both because it deserves mention, and so I can cool down before I start ranting in Spanish (which is not going to be saying pretty things about B precisely.)

Yes, Peter recognizes this is bad parenting, which is good because it certainly isn’t good; I also have trouble believing he didn’t know AT LEAST ONE spider that could stay behind and watch Mayday while he went to the chase.

However, I do think the chase was never going to be dangerous, nor Peter thought it would be. He has been Spider-man for a quarter of a century, he has been swinging around for so long is second nature to him, I bet he has taken Mayday on “strolls” which is him swinging around.

There is also another screenshot that really encapsulates that Peter didn’t realize how dire the situation is, but that’s for later.

There is also the possibility that he asked Miguel to do this as a way to distract him, but considering this is the only time he does this and is going around him being obsessed with Mayday (Which I think is a bit too much, but I blame more the writers than Peter for that.) I am inclined to believe this is not the case.

(Sigh) I promise to try to be neutral, so I need to bring this up.

What they were talking about earlier can be lumped to a bit later on, and I decided to bring this instead of talking about it when Miles and Peter saw each other (which is I didn’t bring because what I could say would be the same as this.) Because this is something really beautiful that I didn’t want to leave out.

I think that’s what angers me the most about this, because in a vacuum? I love this.

I am a sucker for found family tropes, I love the idea that Miles would grow to see people like Peter B, Noir, and so forth as a family. I love how Peter says how much Miles means to him and meeting him changed his life for the better.

Peter B loves Miles, he said that in the last movie; I can’t just erase that.

However, is exactly because of this scene, that what happens next makes me so sad.

Oh, Miles.

I didn’t mention it in the previous image nor did I took detailed screenshots for the sake of my sanity and to not turn this way too long. (Though I may do it in another moment- Ok I need to focus.)

Miles was obviously affected by what Peter said to him, it obviously means a lot because Miles also loves Peter; of all the spiders in the gang he was the one who he spent the most time initially; he wouldn’t be the Spider-man he is today without him.

And it breaks my heart how Miles says this.

Look at the angle, at his posture; Miles can’t even turn to say this to Peter’s face because it hurts so much. He looks so small in that shot, trying to emphasize how he is just a teen, how he really loves them so much, and it breaks his heart to know that they could visit him, and they didn’t.

Let’s remember what he was doing at the beginning of the movie; he was trying to study physics. He is great at it, and he was since the first movie, however, this is clearly not his passion; he loves his art and even if he didn’t know what he wanted to do yet in the first movie, you can see how much he loves what he does.

And he was willing to leave all of that aside, just to see Gwen, Peter and the others again; because as far as he knew there wasn’t any other way. Remember, he was aiming at Princeton; he would need to bleed and work hard to get there, and even after, being in this field it was not going to be a walk in the park; getting to make the dimensional travel work (At least without seeing Miguel’s technology like Hobie seemed to do;) was also going to be hard.

Miles wanted to do all of that for them, and them? They didn’t.

Now; I don’t blame Gwen in this scenario.

I had said this much in this post before, and a bunch of others too. Gwen was stuck with the Spider Society; and yet she risked losing everything, from homelessness to prison, to spend an afternoon with Miles the second she had an excuse.

What is Peter’s excuse?

He couldn't, he couldn't.

That's what he had to say for himself.

Here is the thing: I am not sure I buy it.

Gwen makes sense to me, Miguel didn't want Gwen to be involved since the beginning and obviously doesn't trust her when is about Miles; Gwen wasn't exactly wrong to fear she would get kicked out if she acted out of line.

Peter? I have my doubts.

We don't know Miguel's and Peter B's relationship (I know some shippers have some ideas, not my cup of tea but I have no problem if people like it.) However, we know that Peter B was there when Miguel's dimension collapsed, later in the movie we saw what Miguel did to Gwen for what happened (believe me, we will get there.)

Even if that was the case; Peter’s situation is much less dire than Gwen’s. Even if Peter could be kicked out of the organization for disobeying Miguel; he would still have his wife, his house, his daughter. He would had been in the same spot he was at the end of the first movie, if not better because now he would had a chance to know both him and Miles would be okay.

I am getting ahead of the post here, but I honestly don’t know how much of Canon BS Peter believes; he clearly doesn’t think Miles is bad for being an anomaly, nor his daughter (technically because Peter wasn’t supposed to meet Miles, he wouldn’t have his daughter. Is certainly a NO in the comics.) Miguel is convinced that Miles’ presence is enough to create more holes in the multiverse; Gwen obviously doesn’t share that view. Peter? I don’t know if he thinks there is actually something to lose for visiting him.

One way or another, he doesn’t really give me a reason here; who knows, maybe when Beyond comes there would be enough information for me to admit Peter did the right thing. For now? No.

Here, we have Miles telling Peter he wanted to meet them so badly, and even if Peter doesn't have a clue of how literal Miles is; you can hear it in his voice, in his posture, how he still cannot look at Peter because to that point it hurts.

And what's Peter's response to this?

(Deep breath,) Boy at moments like this I really wish I didn't think so hard about media.

It hurts me, and it angers me, because it is a pretty sweet moment, but when you think hard about it, it just becomes messy.

I could make an entire discussion about how Peter literally ignored Miles’ feelings about not being there, about how he and others (Gwen not really, the others eehhh hard to say;) didn’t try too reach him, which obviously makes him feel like they don’t care about him as he does. And Peter decide to ignored it.

But! I will try to give him the benefit that this is a tense situation, there is hundreds of spiders looking for them, and there only have so much time. I am going to believe, Peter couldn’t address that at the moment because they had other issues.

Yet even if we omit that point, do you guys realize this is literally no different that his entire spiel about Uncle Ben, right?

Because that’s what he is trying to say, “Spider-man has to suffer, but hey sometimes good things can happen anyways.” This entire conversation is about trying to make Miles follow him, do whatever Miguel is trying to do to avoid having Miles go to his dimension (or at least stop him from saving his dad,) and basically let her dad die.

Look, there is nuance to this situation; Peter isn’t saying this to manipulate Miles, he believes this. He truly believes bad things had to happen to keep the universe from falling apart; I am convinced Miguel’s second universe didn’t fall for his Canon theory, yet Peter B was there, I can’t blame the guy for drinking the kool-aid a bit more than the others.

This doesn’t change the fact that this scene has Peter ignoring Miles’ pain, and try to tell him he needs to suffer some more because “is just how the universe works!”

(Sidenote but anyone can’t help to see this and think of a random Christian telling someone after they lived a personal tragedy “Is just G-d’s plan”? Because I saw that a lot.)

Now, I guess the next question someone may be wondering is, do I believe Peter was being honest with Miles here?

...I don’t know, I really, don’t know.

I had seen this scene multiple times, and I lost count how many times when I was in the theatre, seeing this scene, and thinking “he knew” just for the next moment thinking “he didn’t know.”

If you want my two cents, the part that keeps tripping me over is how he looks at his watch, then Miles, then the watch, it makes me wonder if he is screaming that he doesn’t have his location to Miguel, or to Miles.

I don’t want to believe Peter purposefully drive Miles away so he could get trapped, when he says to Miles “I didn’t know, I promise;” I want to believe him.

The thing is, the outcome he hoped wasn’t that much different, now was it?

He wanted it to be Miles decision, yet again, he was trying to get Miles to not just abandon his morals (as well as the ones every Spider-person should have,) but also try to tell him he needs to suffer for the good of the world.

(I am having SO many flashbacks to things I read about cults, I need to continue working on that post about the Spider Society ffs.)

This is a small detail, but I gotta say; Peter do you really have nothing on your defense?

Look, feel free to believe I am playing favourites, but unlike many people who had a problem with Gwen, I don't blame her for hiding this.

No, I don't think what she did was right. Let’s not get things twisted. I definitely think Gwen shouldn’t had hide this stuff, yet she in general NEVER, had a good idea of how much to say and how much to keep with anyone she talks to; from her dad to Jess to Miles. Once again this is an aspect I can’t get mad at her because she is sixteen and traumatized with a minimal support network and irresponsible guardians.

Now Peter, what’s YOUR excuse?

Not just for not telling something to Miles earlier, I could believe he would have done it if the situation has calmed down. No, Miles asked them about it, and even a bit later says “That’s why you guys never came to see me;” (Which I think is kind of BS but let’s not get ahead of myself on this one.) The thing is that when he has the teen he mentored being manhandled by his ‘friend,’ and said thing asks them to answer him; Peter just ducks.

Like he cannot even see Miles and admit he shouldn’t have done that.

Gwen’s excuse isn’t much better but at least she is answering and you can see in her face how much she knows she fucked up.

I am going to be honest, this little detail wouldn’t bother me as much if what has happened before and what’s yet to happened didn’t exist, yet it does.

There is a difference in “Well you did a little mistake but I can let slide” vs “There are so many things wrong here that I will call you out even for the tiny ones.” Granted Peter isn’t that bad, but is a nuance I think a lot of people don’t think of.

Could Peter haven't said anything because the scene is trying to focus on Miles and Gwen for this part? Yes; it doesn't stop me from getting annoying.

Okay, Miles says this, do I believe it? Ehh not sure.

Gwen definitely not the case, if she truly thought him being an anomaly was a problem, she wouldn't have gone to see him directly.

Peter? Again, I have no idea how much of the kool-aid he has been drinking, the fact that he speaks highly of him and his daughter as good things that has happened makes me inclined to believe he doesn't.

We don't have an answer either way, right?

Not that Peter does much to help him feel better here. Yes yes trying to keep focus on certain characters I know.

(Looks at the camera like is the office.) And now THIS is the time where I wish I wasn’t aware of how writing works.

Okay, I know what the purpose of Peter is, aside of being here as a mentor, he is here kind of as a comic relief. He doesn’t have the same narrative weight as he had in the last movie, and he is here to be cute with his baby for the most part. That’s his purpose at this moment.

It-doesn’t-change-anything.

He has this recurring joke on the third act about if he is or not a good mentor, and it kind of has to do with the last movie, specially this joke, since at the end he was also talking how he taught him something he definitely didn’t do. Last movie I found it cute, here? Not so much.

I am trying not to be hard here and why I would not address the “son of a mother” moment (which I honestly really hate,) because this is not even Peter B’s fault at this point; the writers were trying very hard to have a way to make the situation a tad lighter while also having an important character be in character. I can’t say is truly out of character, but I’m not appreciating it.

Especially having him insist on being a good mentor after letting down his protege MULTIPLE TIMES.

Don't you guys love when you see a grown-ass adult go apeshit on a teen, and his friends aren't doing anything to stop him?

Sorry, yeah I understand that for narrative purposes, they have to be stuck to the ground, but after someone pointed this out a few weeks ago, I can't stop thinking of this shot so I needed to bring it out.

(BIG sidenote but, Margo is the biggest MVP here; girl met Miles once and probably has little to no context, yet she is helping him out. Queen behavior.)

Now let's talk about some bullshit.

I know this is technically not about Peter, considering this is Miguel talking to Gwen, yet I find LAUGHABLE this response.

I will give this to the spider//dad shippers, I would also be inclined to believe Miguel has a thing for Peter B if between the guy who had the "fugitive" in close quarters for a few minutes yet did not attempt to trap him, vs the teen girl who tries to help out her mentor to catch the dude (even if she didn't try too hard,) you decide the teen girl is the problem.

Is funny because really all this scene needs is Miguel saying "If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have come here, he wouldn't had know and the Spot wouldn't have escaped," at least that much couldn't have been said for Peter B.

I think the writers were trying to make Miguel just look less and less reasonable the more we saw on screen; which is why he would go with route.

It doesn't change the fact that Mighel accusing Gwen of not capturing him is laughable.

YOU 👏 ARE 👏 A 👏 TERRIBLE 👏 MENTOR.

(This moment could be addressed individually, but they are basically the same thing and this post is DEFINITELY too long; seriously I had written fics shorter than this wtf.)

Here is my problem with this: He just decides that oh well, what can he do.

SERIOUSLY?!

Forget the "Oh but he doesn't do this the story-" for a moment; are you seriously telling me that not only this guy knows Miles is in a PRETTY fucked up situation, but also that Gwen is in her home universe where she will be homeless (because there is no way in hell Peter B doesn't know what happened to her,) and you decide to just, go brooding in your dimension?

You know is absolutely amazing how I had heard people grill Miguel and Jess for their behavior with Gwen (which I agree with for the most part,) yet I haven't seen anyone say "Isn't it a bit fucked up that Peter B should have known what would happen to Gwen if she went home and didn't decide to help her?"

Miguel is on Earth 1610 and hellbent on finding Miles, you cannot tell me if Peter B left his daughter with his wife, and then went to fetch Gwen, Miguel would have noticed. At the very least Peter could had try to check on her.

Peter B has known Gwen for longer than Jess and Miguel, even if he couldn't be a proper guardian for her because he was busy with his life, he could have been more present. He definitely could have attempted to defend her better when Miguel was screaming at her, or to look after her when she was kicked to her universe.

Jess is determined to act as if Gwen is more of an employee than a teen, but Peter B should be known better.

But is not his idea to help Miles, is Gwen's; because right now he is too focused on his life and his duty as spiderman to think of the younger generations that are hurting. Just like Miguel and Jess.

Yet not the narrative, nor the fandom, truly recognizes that.

Let’s wrap this up, you guys have no idea the amount of hours I had spend on this and I would be surprised if someone got this far.

As a small detail, Peter is seen with Mayday, and this time I DO have a problem with it.

I honestly hope Peter isn’t with Mayday in Beyond, I will pretend Peter doesn’t have Mayday during the events on Beyond in my fics for as long as I can; because this is the moment where I feel the joke is being pushed too far.

They don’t know what would happen next, they don’t know in what type of situation they are in, they know whatever universe ended was one with no spiderman so it has to be dangerous; yet he brings the baby because that’s his recurring theme for this movie.

And truly, that’s really the problem with his character here: He was given a small role to do with very limited things to do.

I am not saying this is bad writing; I may not like Peter’s decisions in this movie, and I am really hoping beyond gives a big ass cup of “Adults need to start protecting the younger generations instead of insist they need to toughen up” to all of them. Because more than his role, I am annoyed that neither the movie nor the fandom is addressing the failings of Peter B.

He is not a bad character, I don’t even think he is a bad character in this movie. I like him, and even if writing all of this down made realize I am more bitter about it than I would had liked; I just don’t think is fair.

I want Peter to be better, as a mentor, as a father; and I am really hoping the next movie shows him grow that way too. I do believe the writers can pull it off.

Now, the fandom addressing that?...That I have MUCH less confidence. But not gonna lie this post was made mostly to get this out of my chest rather than expect a reaction out of it.

If anyone made this far, first of, wow; I know some people were interesting in reading this, but even I think I went for a while I put a lot of things that are small details but you guys now me, it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t do that.

Be thankful I don’t talk about micro-expressions in frames or this would truly would had ended up as a novelette.

Second, thank you for reading! Give a like and your opinion if you want; because I am pretty sure this post is doing to have fewer notes.

[cassiachales]

Journal Entry Four [[And Grayson Hawthorne’s Lips] Yes, His Lips]

note: still can't belive the amount of love this silly little self-indulgent fanfic is getting. y'all are the reason i write <33 this chapter is also *slightly* longer than the others taglist: @f4iry-bell, @never-enough-novels, @reminiscentreader, @dahliawarner, @lanterns-and-daydreams

Saturday– It’s been four days since I last saw the reason I bought this journal. Xander’s been demanding to know what happened on Wednesday, and though I really want to tell him, I want to keep that moment to myself. A secret between me and a certain Hawthorne. I’m busy wondering what we are. Acquaintances? Friends? Something with bigger feelings? I don’t know and that keeps scaring me. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Sometimes, you wish you didn’t like guys who wear suits and have dry conversations.

But you can’t help it. 

Xander’s on the floor, his hand on his forehead. “Why didn’t the pebble work?”

“Wait, so you were the one who put the pebble there?”

“I thought it would work.” He moans. “It should’ve worked.”

You don’t tell him about how Grayson’s fingers were on your waist and how they still left a phantom touch.

You don’t tell Xander about what Grayson said.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── “How do you do this to me?” ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

And you can’t get his voice out of your head. Low and seductive and you can still feel the featherlight touch of his lips at the curve of your ear.

Grayson’s been ignoring you. When you arrived at Hawthorne House that morning, you’d seen him.

You’d almost said hi when he brushed past you as though he didn’t know you, and Xander had seen it.

“Someone give that guy a dose of happiness.” Jameson had said, his hands around Avery’s shoulders. 

And now, Xander was busy moping about how his attempts to set the two of you up had failed miserably.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He asks me that question as though I know the answer.  The only answer I want to ask is: HOW DOES HE MAKE ME WANT HIM?? Yes, he’s attractive. Yes, he’s absolutely amazing. And yes, I might be a little bit in love with him. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You get up from the floor, patting Xander’s head. “I’m gonna go get you a drink.”

He groans. “I hate drinking.”

“You definitely look like you need one.”

“I do, actually.” Then he perks up, as though there’s another idea in his head.

“Xander, don’t you dare–”

“Grayson’s office has the best scotch and wine.” He begins, ignoring you. 

“I am not getting whiskey from his office.”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

“I am not.”

“Do you want a chance with him or not?”

Obviously, you do. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to go to Grayson Hawthorne’s office and get a drink from there.

“You are going to go get your own drink.” You say, crossing your arms. “I am not going to go into that prick’s office.”

“Gotta love how he developed from being a hot guy to a hot prick in your eyes.”

“Who said I still find him hot?”

You didn’t care if people called you petty. If Grayson would ignore you, you would ignore him.

Simple.

Xander gets up, nudging your side. “At least get the whiskey.”

“You’re a drunkard.”

He shrugs. 

You sigh.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── I am definitely the dumbest person on the planet for actually going to the office and getting the whiskey. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You walk down the corridors and go up staircases before you find his office.

You knock.

“Come in.” He says, and his voice sounds as though he’s half asleep.

You can’t help but wonder when, exactly, he’d actually slept through the night.

Opening the door, you step in, and when his eyes meet yours, they’re in surprise. 

He says your name.

And god, you love the way your name rolls off of his tongue.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” You whisper. You didn’t mean to talk to him about that, but the words escape you.

“Not on purpose.” He whispers back, getting up from his chair. The desk is littered with papers and he looked half-buried in them.

“It seemed like that when you just walked by me like I was nothing.”

“You could never be nothing, Not to me.” He says, and he walks towards you before his back straightens and he looks away.

Until then, until he looked away, you’d believed you could have actually been something to him.

Now?

You feel as though someone is going to take a hammer to your heart.

“How dare you say I could never be nothing and then look away? How dare you play with my heart?” You say. You’re fuming, you can’t believe that you were falling for a man like him.

Until you see him quiver. His eyes are mad and his whole body is shaking, like he wants to say something but the words just won’t come out.

He walks to you, your chests almost touching.

His hands are quivering when they’re on your arms, touching you with a featherlight touch, as though he can’t quite believe you’re real.

“Why can’t I think straight when you’re with me?” And then he says your name, and you’re falling.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He looked at me like I was the only person alive. Like I was the reason his heart was beating. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Whenever I look at you, I cannot think. Whenever I see you smile or laugh, I feel the sudden urge to join you. Whenever I hear your voice, I feel like I am a damned man and you are my only chance at salvation. How? How do you have such an effect on me? Why is it that you are the only person who crowds my mind? Why can't I help but want to be with you? Why do I want you? 

I don’t know. I don’t know why–or how–you consume my thoughts. I have never been able to give my heart but to you? When I am with you, I want to give you all of me. I’ve never been so unsure of my feelings, and then you came along.

I think I love you. I think I am hopelessly in love with you.” Your name rushes from his lips like it’s a prayer.

You can’t breathe.

His lips are nearing yours, and then they stop when they’re a finger’s breadth away. 

“I’m afraid that if I kiss you now, I’ll never feel like stopping.” He says, his voice in a low whisper. “But I’m also afraid that if I do not kiss you now, I’ll never be able to think of anything else.”

For two seconds, the two of you stay still.

Then: “Can I?”

The barest of nods.

His lips are on yours and you feel like you’re on fire.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Oh, no, I’m not writing the rest of it down. I’m afraid someone will find this and read this journal and just because of that, I am not writing anymore. But I will say this: his lips are extremely soft and his kiss is like a secret that he never wishes to give away. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Journal Entry Three

[chloessleepystories]

Chocolate Fog

Mind control, Drugged, Male/Female, Male Dominant

This was sparked by a patron's three-word prompt: Airplane. Eyes. Chocolate.

***

The setting sun was glaring through the little airplane window, so Amber, squinting, lowered the shade halfway. She was a pretty white girl in her early 20s, blonde, with a thin sweater stretched over generous breasts. Her seatmate had noticed them – noticed her beauty – but hadn't been creepy about it, and she appreciated that. They were only an hour into their 4-hour flight, and she didn't want to feel creeped out the whole time.

He seemed like a gentleman. Older man, with dusky skin and a trim white beard. Dr Suresh or something like that, he'd said, with just a hint of an accent, as he'd smiled and exchanged pleasantries before takeoff. She got a warm feeling from him – partly from his nice smile, partly from his rich, deep, soothing voice, but mostly from his eyes – they sparkled with warmth and mischief, and there seemed to be golden flecks in those kindly, chocolate-brown eyes.

The snacks and drinks trolley was coming down the aisle. She found she was really looking forward to that little packet of peanuts. She pulled down the little tray, moving her paperback to the empty seat beside her. How fun air travel was! And how cool that the flight wasn't fully booked, so she had room to spread out. Dr Suresh had spread out too – he'd laid a small case on the seat between them when he first sat down. So that was nice – a shared space, but also a buffer.

She ordered her peanuts and a Diet Coke from the nice stewardess.

"There you go. And for you, sir?"

"A scotch and soda, please. Neat."

"That's all?"

"That is all. Thank you. Oh – a blanket, perhaps, when you have the chance."

Amber leaned over, once the stewardess had moved on. "No peanuts? I think the peanuts are my favorite part. For some reason, peanuts on a plane just taste better than peanuts anywhere else!"

He chuckled in his throat, as she giggled. "This is true. Perhaps someone should do a study as to why. Me, I do not need them, for I bring my own snacks." He patted the small sample case between them. "The finest chocolate bars no one has heard of – yet. New, from my company."

"Wait – you make chocolate?? That's awesome! What are you, Willy Wonka?" He laughed again at her little joke. She liked his laugh. "Wait a second, I thought you said earlier you were a scientist?"

"This is indeed true. I am a scientist," he said, and his eyes twinkled. "There is a lot of science that goes into making good candy. Did you know this?"

He was already opening the case, so she decided he didn't mind talking about it. "So what's special about it?"

The bars were packaged more like an extra thick Hershey bar than a Snickers or 3 Musketeers – a dark-brown sleeve around a foil wrapper. The sleeve said "Chocolate Fog."

"Our chocolate is made from a very special bean just recently discovered deep in the Amazon rainforest," he said in his rich, melodic voice. "Its flavor is unlike any other kind of chocolate previously tasted outside of Peru. In our labs, it goes through a special process designed to enhance its unique properties, until we arrive at what I believe is the best chocolate bar ever created."

He peeled open one end of one bar to show it was segmented. He broke off a chunk and held it out. "You will have a taste, and you will agree, yes?"

Well, how could she refuse free chocolate? She popped the thick square in her mouth, and her eyes lit up at the explosion of taste on her tongue. "Mmmm! It's so rich, and ... nutty? But also there's a softness, like ... almost a little nougat in there?"

"That is what gives it its ‘fog,' I believe," he murmured. "That airy quality."

"It's amazing!" she said, and drooled a little speaking around a mouthful of chocolate. "Could I ... Could I have a little more?"

"You may have the whole bar, dear lady," he said, and the golden flecks in his eyes sparkled as he smiled. "I have plenty more ..."

Half an hour later, the plane interior was much darker. The sun had finished setting, and people were dozing, or watching movies with their headphones. Only a few overhead pinpoint lights lit up the interior gloom.

Amber had a tummy full of chocolate. She'd finished the bar in a surprisingly short time, and had been allowed to devour a second too. Now, she leaned back in her seat, feeling the gentle rocking of the plane and hearing its dull roar, and feeling ... lulled. Lulled into a repose.

Lull, lull, lull. What a funny word, she thought. Lol. Lull. Lulllllled ...

She looked over at Dr Suresh, with a dopey smile and lidded, glazed eyes. "Thasss so good ..." she whispered. "Bess chocklit ever ... It makes me, like, happy ..."

The chocolate taste coated the inside of her mouth. It felt like was coating her brain, too, which was sluggish. Thoughts were moving slowly through the rich, chocolatey fog in her head.

"I am very glad to hear that," said her seatmate. "You look like you are enjoying it thoroughly."

He raised his armrest and, moving his sample case and the blanket he'd gotten from the stewardess, slid into the seat beside her.

"I am always interested in learning more about the special properties of these special beans. So I do enjoy finding more test subjects. Tell me – and please be honest, this is for posterity – how do you feel?"

She giggled, quietly. "I feel ssoooo goooood ..." she whispered. "Like, rosy! Like no worries, no stress, all the tension I was feeling in my body that I didn't even know I was carrying, has melted away! Like every cell in my body has gone on a happy lil vacation!!!"

"Well, that does sound delightful," he said, making a few notes on a small pad.

"Whadid you ssay was in there?"

"A mild sedative to slow the limbs, dopamines and opioids that produce a gentle euphoria, similar to being pleasantly intoxicated. Some components of the bean that inhibit activity in the prefrontal cortex and make you highly suggestible, that we have ... enhanced. And of course some pretty damn good chocolate."

He smiled, and his teeth seemed to shine in the dim light of the plane interior. She could see his eyes glittering, almost like a cat's.

"... Huhh?" she slurred. There was a bit of chocolate-brown drool at one corner of her mouth. She seemed to be having trouble focusing on him.

"Now," he went on. "Here's my question. I know the chocolate makes you happy. Makes you dopey. And it sometimes can be addictive. What I don't know is ..." And he leaned closer. "Does the chocolate make you horny?"

She blinked, and focused a little bit, looking deeply into his eyes. "H-horny?"

"Yes. You can feel it now, can't you? You can feel the rich, melting pleasure coursing through you, from your tongue up to your brain, and down through your whole body ... Melting away your inhibitions, covering your objections with flavor and pleasure." She was captivated by his eyes, dancing and sparkling. She hardly had to listen to his words. "The chocolate fog fills your whole body, making your nipples erect, yes? Your tummy tingle. Your arms and legs are like lead, heavy with the weight of their happiness, and your pussy ... oh, your pussy is singing, and buzzing, drinking in the rich, chocolatey heat. It's getting so aroused, so needy. Why, if you think about it – and it is hard to think, isn't it? – but if you think about it, you can feel your whole body, and all your mind, melting into your needy, foggy pussy. If only you could lift your arms, you would be desperate to pinch your nipples. Desperate to rub your clit. As it is, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together, around that heat, that aching need ... Isn't that right? You're squeezing right now, aren't you?"

She couldn't look away from his eyes. She could barely blink. Her eyes were watering. She nodded. Her whole body was consumed with hunger – no longer for chocolate, but for sex. For carnal pleasure. For cock. Yes! She needed to be filled with cock! That's what she craved now!!

She whimpered, quietly, in that dozing, dark plane filled with unknowing passengers, staring into the eyes of her kindly seatmate.

He moved the blanket over her lap without breaking eye contact, and pressed his hand into her crotch under its cover. He raised her skirt and stroked a finger along the moist heat of her panties-covered mound. She moaned and twitched, her mouth falling open, staring into his eyes.

"Please ..." she whispered. "Please, I'm so horny ..."

"My only question," he said, smiling directly into her eyes, "is whether you would have gotten so horny if I hadn't suggested it. Did I implant that thought into your suggestible brain? Or does the chocolate actually make you horny by itself?"

He moved her panties aside, and stuck a finger deep into her wetness. Her eyes filled silently with gratitude, already dreaming how she wanted to spend the whole weekend with him, letting his fingers and his cock and his chocolate do everything he wanted to with her.

"Every time, I tell myself I'm going to just wait and see," he went on, stroking her sex, already bringing her close to her first mind-breaking orgasm. "I won't say a word, just observe. But every time ... well ... I can't help it. I tell you how good your body feels. And it does."

She grasped his strong arm in both her little hands, and gasped in ecstasy, trying to be as quiet as possible and mostly succeeding.

"Six times now, and every time, I ruin the experiment. I just can't stop talking! It is a failing. I am a bad scientist."

He grinned.

"But you forgive me ... Don't you?"

And his eyes sparkled.

[remedyturtles]

YOUUUUUUUU

Yes, you. I adore you so much you have no idea. FUCK.

I love your latest oneshot about the boys "stare directly at the sun" and I'm going insane. I AM UNWELL. I could write a whole ass essay about how much I love it, how you've written the characters felt so authentic and how you've emotionally broke me in the worst places possible, I've read ROTTMNT fics before, but this one stood out being an alternate setting with character being HUMAN and living normal mundane lives. How much their lives differ from what we know in the OG series yet we can spot things that stayed the same.

I love how instead of being crime fighting Ninja's, while I know that's pretty badass, But these kinds of fics makes the characters feel real for me, there's not much human setting fics of the boys which I'm sad about, (kinda wish there's more) I could literally write my own fic about em but sadly I'm not built like ao3 authors with the time and energy to do so :(( which your fic touched me on a personal level, they are going through school problems, SPLINTER HERE BEING A GOOD PRESENT FATHER GAAAHHH and then having more access in mundane things it holds a special place in my heart omfg...🫶✨

And the fact Leo wants to be a doctor my heart goes out to him 😭😭😭 I'd like to ask what do the other brothers dream to become in the future? What careers they wanna do? I have a few guesses, but I truly wanna know it in your inverse human au you've cooked up with and totally cool if you ignore this part– I don't wanna take more of your time— buuuut I really wanna know more about your human au about the boys;

Are other canon characters still there?

How drastically did you change the world to make it more humanely normal for them?

Do Yokais still exist?

Will this just be a oneshot one time thing or can we expect more of the human verse of your world?

Oahskwbw anyways, thank you so much for existing and writing your beloved fics, I love your works sm you're literally one of my favorite ao3 authors, it's making my heart explode!! Pls do take care of yourself also!!!! <33

STOP you are far to kind to me omg

i am incredibly influenced by the fact that i've read 'problem child' by taizi approximately a MILLION times. also shoutout to 'teenage mutant ninja what now' by tangledinink and the related 'scotch gambit' by like_theletter. OH and of course 'running on low (all the way home) by gibbouslunation. if you've never read human au's before and liked mine, DEFINITELY check out these!!!

writing 'stare directly at the sun' was literally because i had this idea of leo not wanting to be a doctor anymore being like a HUGE red flag and essentially built a story around that hahahaha.

i have zero intent of writing more in this au (i wrote it in 11 days like a fever dream and now i am turning my attention back to firefight haha) but i will answer your questions regardless:

no idea if there's other canon characters. it is genuinely just the real world lol, so no yokai.

raph is currently in university for education to become a teacher, undecided for what age but probably younger. mikey has changed his big ambition at least once a year, anything from chef to professional gymnast to zookeeper. donnie is going to take engineering (to start, he wants to milk the education system for all it's worth so he may get multiple degrees) and he would be accepted at any school he applies to so he will choose whichever one accepts leo haha

cheers mate thank u for the kind words ;__;

[quiltedgold]

reader being saul's temporary secretary or assistant? and he's obviously got the hots for reader, but they tend to zay he's got to try better than that. that changes when he's drunk in his office after a long day, both of them Ray to get home, and when he tells reader to start closing up shop and they tell him yes sir, he calls them a good girl (which he doesn't realize goes straight to their crotch c: )

i went a little taxi gone wild with the drunk thing, hope you don't mind! i am such a sucker for intoxicated hookup fics, literally whenever i'm drunk i'm thinking "man if only saul goodman were here i would hop on him so quick😔" this one also features a cheeky reader who very much knows what they're doing to excite Saul but gets a kick out of denying him lol. thank you very much for the request dear anon, i hope you enjoy <3

Closing Time - Saul Goodman x reader

wc - 1.3k

warnings - smut, sleazeball saul bc duh, they/them prns for reader, fembodied reader, alcohol, boss x secretary

When Francesca took two weeks’ leave on account of her fractured kneecap, Saul worried at the thought of having to find a replacement on such short notice. Then, like an angel sent from heaven, you arrived at the door that very same morning, inquiring about a secretarial position. He hired you on the spot, thanking his lucky stars for small miracles. It didn’t hurt that you were a nice piece of eye candy, absolutely stunning in business casual and sporting a sweet smile and “innocent” look. 

However, Saul quickly realized you weren’t as naive as you looked. One afternoon he dropped a pen in your path, hoping you would bend over to pick it up and put your ass on display for him. Instead, you looked at the pen, then back to Saul with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re going to have to try better than that, Mr. Goodman,” you tittered before striding out of his office. 

He picked up the pen himself, face burning. Rats. Of course you weren’t going to be that easy, he’d been blinded by his first impression of you–the sweet, unassuming young secretary, shocked that an older man would show interest in them. He would just have to go about his pursuit in a different way. 

This didn’t stop him from eyeing you. Some days you showed up in short skirts or especially tight tops, teasing him with peeks of your cleavage or slivers of your smooth upper thigh when you crossed your legs as you took notes during client meetings. 

Whenever he tried anything, no matter how innocuous–inviting you to join him for your lunch break or inviting you back to his place at the day’s end–you responded the same as before: You’ll have to try harder than that, Mr. Goodman. 

And he could tell you were dragging him along, playing with his affections like a cat bats at a ball of yarn–you often bit at the cap of your pen while looking him right in the eye through hooded lids, or stretched your arms when you knew he was watching, buttons pulling taught against your chest. Sometimes you noticed him adjusting his pants after an especially flirtation-packed encounter, which you’d acknowledge with a little giggle and a toss of your hair. 

It drove him crazy. 

After one especially long day filled with interactions with some of his more unpredictable clients, Saul sought refuge in his office and knocked back a few glasses of scotch, relishing the loosening of his tense shoulders. 

“Sweetheart, would you come in here?” he called, tugging at the knot of his tie.

You appeared in the doorway, hands on your hips. It was obvious he’d been drinking, and his lips always got looser under the influence. Not that you minded the nickname, but you could at least put on an air of righteous indignation. “Yes, Mr. Goodman?”

“You can start closing up shop–thanks, darlin’. Good work today.”

“Yes, sir,” you turned to leave, just catching his reply.

“Good girl.” 

It was offhanded, you could tell he wasn’t really thinking about the words he’d just said as he took another noisy sip of his drink.

But you stopped in your tracks. The simple phrase sent a flood of warmth to your core. Had he really not said that to you before? Clearly not, based on your body’s reaction. 

“What are you waiting for? You want a drink or something?” Saul asked jokingly, expecting silence or your usual rebuttal. This was just another one of his propositions.

Yet… 

You turned back around and strode towards his desk. “Yes,” you said decidedly. “I would.”

His eyes widened, but he sat forward and grabbed a glass for you, tipping the decanter. “Lucky me, I get my secretary as a drinking partner. Say when.”

You waited until the glass was three-quarters full. “When.” Then you plucked the glass from the table and downed it, wincing a bit at the malty flavor. Hell, up until now you’d only known the cheap liquor of college parties and family holidays. But, the liquid quickly warmed your stomach, sending a wave of relaxation to the very tips of your extremities. You leaned over the table, waving the empty glass slowly in his direction.

Saul chuckled. “Woah there, champ, no one’s timing you. Here–” he gestured for your glass, which you gave and he filled back up. 

Instead of accepting the offered cup, you strode over to his side of the desk. 

“You know,” you began. “I really shouldn’t be drinking on the job. And especially not with my boss.”

Now closer, you could see his lined face begin to flush. The alcohol’s influence, of course, but also your body’s proximity. Not a coincidence that you’d worn the shortest shirt and tightest shirt that you could get away with today. 

“Believe me, I’m not tattling,” Saul said, putting his hands up in a “you got me” gesture, but his eyes were fixed directly on your chest.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not accusing you of anything,” you hummed, tapping at the arm of his chair. “But still. Maybe it’d be better if I have a story in case someone asks me about it.” 

Emboldened by the alcohol now coursing through your system, you lowered yourself onto his lap, one heeled foot keeping yourself grounded. You swore you could see the stars exploding in his eyes; you knew this was what he’d wanted since day one. 

You put a saccharine voice on, thickening it with innocence. “Oh, but I swear, I didn’t want to drink it. He practically poured it down my throat,” you purred, placing a hand on his chest. 

“So that’s your angle? Sleazy boss got you drunk to cop a feel?” Saul asked, eyes darkening, but now he brought the glass to your lips, which you parted immediately. “He sounds like a real piece of work.” 

You smirk. “He is.” 

Saul tipped the glass’ contents into your mouth, scotch splashing across your tongue and down your throat as you swallowed as much as you could, the excess bubbling over your lips and soaking the front of your shirt. His other hand held your jaw in place, fingers a little too rough against the soft of your cheek. 

As he withdrew the glass, you made a big show of licking your lips to catch the leftover drops, then captured your bottom lip between your teeth, waiting for him to make the next move. 

Saul patted your cheek, the warm metal of his ring knocking against bone. 

“Good girl,” he said lowly. His hand slid up the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His thick fingers knotted in your hair, tugging ever so gently. 

“Thank you, sir,” you replied with a sharp intake of breath at the tug. 

Upon hearing the title, he let out a groan and pulled you towards him, mouths meeting messily. The taste of malt liquor mingled on both of your lips as you panted into each other, high pitched keening from you and small whines from the back of his throat. 

His other hand snaked down to grasp at your ass, collecting a generous handful and using it to hoist you closer to his body, his hips jerking up to roll against your thigh as the kiss deepened. 

“You’ve been–killing me–all, hah, all week,” Saul moaned through the kiss. “Your fuckin’--your body, the looks you give me, the–the goddamn pen biting.”

You laughed, which turned into a whimper as he worked a hand under your bra. “I told you–you were gonna have to try harder.”

“Well, Jesus, shit–If I’d known all that meant was getting drunk and–callin’ ya a good girl, hell–” he groaned as you ran a hand down his stomach and palmed his erection– “I woulda done it way sooner.” 

You kissed him again to get him to stop talking–he was cute, but more so when he knew when to shut up. All you really wanted to hear at the moment were his overwhelmed whines as you worked at his cock.

You had, what, one more week here? You’d already wasted the first with petty flirts and pretend prudence–you hoped Saul was okay with you rescheduling his meetings, because you were going to use the rest of your employment wisely.

[dragonbe-writing]

My Name Around Your Neck (John Price fic)

Word Count: 4.1

Summary: (Female x OC (no name)) shows up to the bar with a little gold necklace saying "John." Price gets jealous when she flirts with Soap, and she gently reminds him there is more than one "John" on the team. MDNI! 18+

Warnings: Basically all smut tbh. Jealous price, possessive price, LOTS of orgasm denial, begging, semi-public masturbation? i guess?, some fluff towards the end (let me know if i forget anything)

Request are open! I am currently working on one &lt;3! Enjoy!

No matter how much teasing they got from Gaz, her and the Captain weren’t officially a thing. 

Was she often found next to him? Yes. Was it often his name falling from her lips in the dead of the night? Yes. Did they both have matching hickies? Also yes. But they weren’t official. 

But when she showed up to the bar in that dress, collarbone littered with his marks, and a small, golden necklace with his name on it? They might as well have been married. 

Well, to him. 

“Everything alright, Captain?” she cooed, a smirk plastered on her face. 

“Absolutely,” he replied, scooting over to give her room. “You look wonderful.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Oh, I was going to sit by Soap, if that’s okay,” she said, eyes darting to the now empty seat next to Price. 

“You were?” Soap asked. 

“Yeah. Just to… mix it up a little bit,” she trailed off, taking the seat next to Soap in the already crowded booth. She sat so close to him their thighs were touching, bringing a dust of pink to Soap’s cheeks.  The Captain’s gaze on her was intense and relentless. 

“Alright,” Ghost started, easing some of the tension. “Well, uhm- anyone do anything interesting?” 

“Are you serious?” Gaz asked.

“Just trying to make conversation,” Ghost replied.

“I did learn recently that 90% of scotch matured in barrels once used for Bourbon,” she said.

“I could use a scotch,” Soap replied.

“Oh, me too-” she started.

“Since when do you drink scotch?” Price asked, tone hard as stone. 

“What, a girl can’t change her mind?” she snapped back, rolling her eyes. “I’m going to order. I’ll be right back,” she said, looking at Soap, placing her hand on his forearm before walking to the bar. Soap’s eyes were blown wide, confused by all the sudden attention. 

“What’s gotten into her?” Gaz piped up as she leaned against the bar. “You and her fighting?” 

“Shut your mouth, kid,” Price snapped, jaw clenching. They weren’t fighting, but there was a new… distance between them. An invisible wall. 

Her laugh echoed through the bar, head thrown back at whatever the man behind the counter said. Everyone snuck a glance at Price, whose eyes were glued to her. 

“God, there he goes,” Soap muttered, watching him stand from the booth and make his way over to the bar. 

“Need help with the drinks, sweetheart?” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back, glaring daggers at the poor soul working the bar. 

“Sweetheart? When did that start?” she asked, gathering the glasses in her arms. 

“What’s gotten into you?” he snapped, eyebrows furrowed together. 

“I don’t have a clue what you’re on about,” she replied coolly. 

“Feeling up MacTavish? Like I’m not sitting right in front of you?” 

“Why does it matter?”

“How does it not matter?”

She stared at him, their eyes projecting all the harsh emotions they were feeling. She tugged him down to her level, breath hot against his face. 

“Since when have you cared who I fooled around with?” she whispered.

“Since you started wearing my name around your neck,” he replied, taking the necklace between his fingers. His eyes bore into her, a warning of sorts. 

“Last I checked, there was more than one “John” on our team, Captain.” 

“And last I checked the only one fucking you was me.” 

She glared at him, grabbing the drinks and turning away, heading back to the table. He stormed out, heading for god knows where. 

“What was that about?” Gaz pestered. She waved away his question, letting the scotch slide down her throat. She scrunched her face up in disgust. 

“Don’t like the scotch after all?” Ghost snickered. 

~~~~

“Night, Soap!” she called, turning the doorknob to her cabin. She reached for the lamp, turning it on with a click as she headed to the bathroom. “Thought I’d find you here.” 

Price was sitting in her chair, hat on the table next to him, eyes fixated on her. 

“Didn’t think you would leave that fast,” she admitted, taking out her earrings and grabbing a makeup wipe. She slowly dragged it along her face, pushing his buttons further. 

“So, this was your plan all along, then?” he replied, voice low. She came out of the bathroom, looking at him with a surge of confidence. His face illuminated by the lamp was cold and unmoving. “Make me jealous?”

“Maybe,” she replied, sinking into his lap and straddling him. “Thought it might be fun.”

“Why? So I can fuck your brains out?” He whispered in her ear, chuckling darkly as she rutted down against him. “So I can take what’s mine, and fuck that little hole of yours so hard the only thing you remember is my cock? So you can scream my name so loud you forget your own?”

A mewl escaped from her throat, her breathing growing heavy at his words. His cock throbbed beneath his jeans. She had settled on his thigh, the material of his pants and her underwear creating the perfect friction. She had her face tucked into his neck, lips caressing his skin. 

“Is that what you want, Princess? You want me to split you open?” He asked, teeth grazing her earlobe. He flexed his thigh, amused at her reaction. 

“Fuck- yes, please John,” she moaned, hips moving sporadically against him as she searched for her release. 

He scooped her up, carrying her to the bed and dropping her against the mattress. Before she could catch her breath, his lips were on her neck, nibbling at her skin and pulling whines from her lips. 

“You’ve not been a good girl, have you, sweetheart?” he asked, one hand slipping under her dress and palming her cunt. 

“No, sir,” she breathed out, eyes snapping closed at the contact. She reached out and felt his erection through his pants. 

“Look at you, completely soaked. Pathetic,” he said, lips trailing across her collarbone and finding their way to her breast. 

“Please, John,” she begged, gasping as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive bud. 

“Please what, darling? What do you want?” he rolled her nipple between his teeth gently, making her cry out. 

“I want to be punished, sir. Please.”

“You deserve to be punished, don’t you?” His fingers slipped through her folds, rubbing circles on her clit. Her back arched, a broken whine escaping her lips. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“‘Cause you’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” his voice rumbled through her body, tightening the growing knot in her stomach. He always knew how to wind her up. 

“I am!” she mewled, hands gripping the sheets. 

“You’re what?”

“A bad girl!” she squeaked. “Fuck, John, I’m close-”

“Well that’s too bad isn’t it?” She opened her eyes, watching him walk away and wiping his fingers on his pants. “Maybe MacTavish can help you,” he snapped, turning the knob and closing the door behind him. 

She was stunned, hand reaching down to relieve the tension in her. She rubbed her clit with intense desire, whining in frustration at the missing warmth of him. She easily slid two fingers in her needy hole, desperately trying to find that release. 

She couldn’t do it. Her fingers couldn’t stretch her out as much as his, and they couldn’t get nearly as deep either. She removed them, letting her hands fall to her sides in a choked out sob, sweat coating her body. 

She wanted to cry, to scream, to run after him butt-ass naked and plead for mercy, begging him to let her finish. But she stayed in her bed, pulling the covers over her and forcing her eyes closed. 

~~~~~

She barely slept. She tossed and turned all night. 

“You look terrible,” Soap teased, passing her a cup of coffee. 

“I will knock your fucking teeth in, MacTavish,” she snapped, bringing the cup to her lips. 

“Whoa, a bit hostile this morning, aren’t we, love?” Price said, wrapping his hands around her waist. She damn near whined at the contact, feeling his chest pressed against her back. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. 

“Gross,” Soap grunted, turning and heading back over to Gaz and Ghost. Her face was burning with embarrassment. 

He released her, stepping to the side of her and grabbing his own cup. “Sleep well?” he asked, eyes glistening with dominance. He could bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone, and she would thank him. 

“No. Not at all,” she replied, heading over to sit with the rest of them. 

“Aw, why not? Couldn’t quite find that position to release all the tension in your body?” He taunted, her eyes snapping up to him with a glare. 

“No, I couldn’t,” she snapped back, throwing herself against the couch with a huff. 

“You seem to be in a better mood, Captain,” Gaz commented, making him chuckle. 

“Oh, I slept wonderfully, Sergeant,” he replied. “I do have lots of work to do, though. Each one of you needs to come by my office at some point. Have to update some paperwork.” 

~~~~

She had been avoiding him all day. The ache between her thighs was constant, and she couldn’t bring herself to release no matter how hard she tried. And she had tried. 

She snuck off to the bathroom during training, locking herself in a stall. She had both hands in her pants, her fingers fucking her faster than she could process while her other hand rubbed her clit. She got close, she got so fucking close, but she never could get over the edge. 

She was currently on her way to her cabin to try again.

She heard him call her name as she walked past his office. 

“It won’t take long, just a couple things to clear up,” Price said. She cursed and followed him inside, closing the door behind her. “How’s your day been, darling?” 

“Don’t “darling” me,” she snapped. “You know exactly how my day’s been going.” 

He raised his eyebrow in an amused smirk, looking at her from behind his desk. She sat down in a chair across from him, arms crossed. 

“Are you tense, love?” he asked, tossing his paperwork on his desk. She didn’t reply. “If you want something, you tell me, doll.” He leant back, folding his arms behind his head and shifting in his seat, opening his legs up and revealing his erection. She let her eyes wander, landing on the tent in his pants and watching the fabric tighten around him. 

“John, I’m sorry, I should’ve never-”

“Tell me what you want. Or are you just gonna keep drooling over me?” he teased. 

“You, John. I want you,” she whined, rubbing her thighs together for any friction she could get. 

“Atta girl. Come here,” he said, patting his lap. She was up without hesitation, practically tripping over herself to get to him. She went to sit in his lap, only to earn a look from him. “Pants off, sweetheart.” 

She undid the button, letting her pants fall to the ground and tugging her underwear down with it. He smiled to himself. 

“Aw, poor girl, already so wet for me, and I haven’t even touched you,” he sighed. She nodded, cheeks red with embarrassment and eyes hungry for him. 

“Please, sir. I need it.” 

“Need, ay?” he taunted, hands on the outsides of her thighs. “Those are strong words, love,” he drew circles with his thumbs, fingers pressing into her flesh. 

“I mean them,” she whined, sinking down into his lap. She shuttered at contact, burying her face in his neck. “Need you so fucking badly, John.” 

“Are you sure it’s not the other John you need?” he asked, hands moving to her ass. 

“No sir. I need you, John. You only,” she moaned, grinding against his thigh. He raised his hand, bringing it down with a hard slap against her ass, making her cry out. 

“I’m not convinced,” he snapped, slapping her ass again. 

“Please-” another slap. “John, I need you- fuck.” 

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, Sergeant. You liked being punished, brat? You like when I smack your ass?” he taunted, bringing his hand down again. 

“Yes- John, please-”

“Look at you, riding my thigh, begging for me to touch you,” her ass was red now, tears forming in her eyes. 

“Please-” her words turned to cries, the knot in her stomach once again growing. 

“Tell you what, Princess,” he started grabbing her chin and making her look him in the eyes. “You want me to let you cum tonight? Want me to fuck you stupid?” 

“Yes, sir, please-” 

“10 o’clock. Leave your door unlocked. I want you on the bed, legs spread for me. Only thing you should be wearing is that pretty little necklace. You understand, love?” There was mercy in his eyes as they scanned over her face. 

“Yes, John,” she choked out. He smiled at her, wiping away a tear and pulling her in for a kiss. It was gentle, innocent. He pulled away, kissing her forehead once more. 

“Good girl. Pants back on, sweetheart,” he ordered, focus drifting back to his paperwork. She whined as she stepped back into her clothing, her release slipping away again. He slapped her ass one last time as she walked out, earning a giggle from her. 

~~~~

It was 10 o’clock sharp when he opened the door. She spread eagle on the bed, hands already gripping the sheets. The necklace sat nicely on her chest. 

“Look how beautiful,” he said, pulling his shirt off and tossing it across the room. “Such a pretty girl.” 

She smiled, sitting up and watching him unbuckles his pants, his cock painfully hard. He pulled the waistband down, his cock springing free. The tip was an intense red, already dripping with precum. She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help but blush at her reaction. 

“What do you want, sweetheart? You want to go slow-?”

“Fuck no,” she said with no hesitation. “I’ve been wet since last night. Just fuck me, please,” she whined, reaching out and stroking his cock. 

“Oh come on,” he said, placing his thumb against her cheek. “I know you can do better than that, pretty girl.” He grabbed her chin, leaning down close to her face. “Beg for me.” 

Her eyes were wide, staring back into him with a burning desire. 

“Please, sir. I need you to fill me up, sir,” she said, pulling him onto the bed. “I need you so badly, can’t cum without you, John.”

“How many times did you try, sweetheart? How many times did you get so close, only to lose it at the last second?”

“Four,” she whined. “One last night, one this morning, once in the bathroom, and then in your office.”

“Poor thing,” he mocked. 

“Please,” she begged, “I need you so badly.” 

He pushed her on her back, crawling on top of her and shoving his knee between her legs. She moaned, instantly grinding against it, 

“You need it, huh?” he mocked, lips falling to her neck. 

“Yes baby, need you so bad- mmf, please fuck me, sir. I need you to fuck me deep, fuck me so hard I can’t walk-” a growl came from his throat as he sucked a dark bruise on her neck. 

“Can’t do it yourself?” he teased, his beard rubbing against her sensitive skin. 

“No sir,” she whined. “I tried, I tried so fucking hard, John, but I can’t,” she cried out as his knee pushed back against her. “I can’t get anywhere close to how you make me feel, John.” 

“You’re damn right,” he snapped, spreading her legs with his knee. He pushed the tip against her folds, soaking it with her slick as he lined himself up. He pushed into her, pulling a groan from both of them as he sank to the base. 

“Oh my fucking god-” she whined, her walls stretching around him. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. You take me so well,” he moaned, head raised to look at her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper into her. 

He rolled his hips, the skin of his stomach rubbing against her clit as he kissed her cervix. She was already a mess around him, tears in her eyes and blubbering out her words. 

“You f-feel so fucking good, John,” she gasped, eyes squeezing tight as he sped up. “Ohh my god-”

“Eyes open, love,” he said, snapping his hips back into her when she opened them. She closed them again, eyes practically rolling back in her head. “I said look at me,” he snapped. 

“John, I’m- uhh-!” she shouted, squeezing him tightly as she came around him with no warning. He kissed her neck gently through her orgasm, hushing her back down to reality. 

“Look at you, barely even moved and you came,” he said, slowly thrusting into her. Her toes were clenched, her face red and tear stained. “Haven’t even fucked you properly.” 

“John, I’m sorry-”

“Fucking whore,” he spat, slamming his hips into her again. “Flirting with Soap, just so I fuck you dumb?” 

She whined in response, fingers tangling in his hair for support. His hands were firm on her hips, fingers digging bruises into her skin. 

“You think MacTavish could fuck you like this?” he asked, throwing her legs over his shoulder and straightening his back. She cried out at the new level of depth he reached, her other hand raking across his back. “You think Soap would’ve made you cum that fast?”

“No sir,” she choked out.

“You think he would know just what drives you crazy?” He was fucking feral now, pounding into her like he was dying. 

“No sir-!” 

“You think anyone else but me could make you cum?” he snapped, bringing his hand down and slapping her thighs. She had tears falling from her eyes, broken moans coming from her lips at his words.  “You think anyone but me could fuck you this deep?” 

“Need to cum, ple-”

“Quite! You think anyone else could leave those marks on your neck?” he reached up, pressing one with his finger before wrapping his hand around her neck. 

“John-!” He sped up again, pounding into her with no remorse. 

“You know why no one else can fuck you like this?” He started, pressing his thumb to her clit. “Because this pussy is mine. You hear that? This cunt belongs to me.” 

He released her neck, her moans growing louder and louder. 

“I can’t hold it, I have to cum, please-” 

“You don’t get to cum, you know why? ‘Cause it's my pussy,” he growled, letting her legs fall back around his waist as he buried his face in her neck. 

“It’s yours, John, I’m yours, please-!”

“Damn right,” he said, pressing kisses to her collarbone. “You’re mine, and don’t you fucking forget it either.” 

Tears streamed freely down her face. She was quickly becoming overstimulated, John hitting all the right angles to pound into her g-spot. 

“Fuck, John, it’s yours, please, need to cum,” she cried, fingers dragging along his back. 

“You say my name, you hear me?” he groaned, lips grazing her ear. “You cum, and you scream my name.” 

“Fuck- yes, John, fuck, John-”

“Atta girl, let everyone know who this pussy belongs too,” his breathing was labored, his own release drawing near as she squeezed around him. She could barely make a sound, her voice hoarse as she came around him, His hips stuttered, working her through her release. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Look so good with my name around your neck,” he growled, his pace speeding back up. 

“I’m yours, John, and only yours,” she whined, one of her hands moving to his head and playing with his hair. 

“That’s right, love. Mine. Not Ghost’s, not Gaz’s, not fucking MacTavish’s, mine,” he grunted, his eyes rolling back and shutting. “Fuck, princess, you’re pussy feels so good, squeezing me so tight-”

“You mean you’re pussy?” she replied, making him moan like she’s never heard before. 

“That’s fucking right, so fucking- ah-” he whimpered, he fucking whimpered, pressing weak kisses against her neck. “Whose pussy is that?” 

“Yours, John,” she whined.

“Damn.” thrust. “Right.” thrust. “God, baby girl.”

“Fuck, Captain, please fill me up-” she whined, “wanna be filled, please-!”

“Tell me who you belong to,” he growled, cock hitting her walls with an animalistic intensity. 

“I’m yours, John, all yous-”

“Say it again, baby, please-”

“I’m all yours, John, want you to fill me up-!”

“Atta girl!”

“John, I’m gonna fucking cum, please-” 

“Right there with you, darling.”

“Please let me cum-!”

“Let it out, pretty girl, say my fucking name-”

“Holy shit, John, I’m-!”

“Fuckin’ hell-” his hips slammed into her, no doubt bruising her. His thrust grew weak as she squeezed his cock, her orgasm soaking him. His body dropped onto her, cock buried deep inside her as he coated her walls. She whined at the feeling, kissing his neck as he came down from his high. He was mumbling incoherently, words jumbling together as his hips slowly came to a stop. 

“John, feels so fucking good being filled up,” she mumbled, hands in his hair. 

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he muttered, slowly removing his cock. She hissed at the feeling. He got on his knees, leaning back and watching his cum spill out of her. He pressed two fingers to her throbbing cunt and shoved it back in, eyes filled with desire. 

“John,” she whispered, “come back.” 

“Right, sorry,” he said, shuffling back up and laying next to her, pulling her into his chest. “You want me to clean you up?”

“Eventually. Just… stay here for a while,” she replied, her face buried in his chest as their bodies mushed together. He hummed in response, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as his hand rubbed small circles on her back. 

“I didn’t cross a line, did I?” he asked, making her giggle. “Hey, I’m serious, sweetheart. Did I say anything that made you uncomfortable?” 

There was genuine concern in his voice, making her feel guilty for laughing. She felt a different knot in her stomach, one that had started this business in the first place. She took a deep breath, slowing her heart down before she got too excited. 

“Maybe. Did you mean it?” 

His brain short circuited. His mouth was dry. All his emotions were coming to the front lines, and he didn’t know if he could handle a massacre. 

“I meant every word,” he started, voice shaky. He stopped and cleared his throat. “I know what we both said when this started. I know we agreed that we wouldn’t develop feelings-”

“I love you,” she blurted out, face heating up against his skin. 

“...what?”

“Oh god, nevermind-” she pulled away from him, climbing up out of bed. 

“No, wait-” he said, sitting up.

“I’m sorry-” she started for the bathroom, movements frantic. 

“Stop-”

“I should’ve never said anything-”

“Sweetheart-”

“I’ve ruined it all, haven’t I?”

He followed after her, grabbing her wrist and turning her back to face him. There were new tears in her eyes.

“Say it again,” he said, his voice gentle. 

“John, please don’t make me-”

“Just- say it again.” 

She scanned his face. Once. Twice. A third time. She was normally good at reading people, but she couldn’t sense a single fucking thought in his head. Her heart was racing, beating like she had a gun to her head. 

“.. I love you.” 

He grabbed her other hand, pulling her in and slamming his lips against hers. She moaned in surprise, reaching up and lacing her fingers behind his head as his hands fell to her waist. The world stopped. Nothing else mattered except him. For one moment, the universe revolved around them. 

The kiss was a different kind of passion. The kind he used when he saw her early in the morning, or when he cleaned her up. It was the kind he used when they got back from a particularly difficult mission. It was gentle, loving, world-stopping. 

They moved in sync to the rhythm of their own hearts, all their anxieties slipping away. Both gasped for air when they released, face red with embarrassment. 

“I love you too, darling.” 

“I’m all yours, John. I promise I’ll be yours as long as you’ll have me,” she said, her thumb caressing his cheek. 

“If I ever say I don’t want you, shoot me at point blank,” he replied, mustache twitching in a smile. 

“Whatever you say, Captain,” she winked, tugging him back down into another kiss.

[galaxyshine24-7]

The Silver Bullet🥃

Chapter 5 Scotch On the Rocks

Tw: Bombs, Death, Gang violence

The phone rings breaking Yuu out of their trance. The outside world looks so apocalyptic it's hard to imagine how peaceful it was before. Yuu picks up their phone from the nightstand doing their best to not shake too much as they answer.

“Oh Yuu are you okay?!” Crowley screams from the other line. “Don’t panic I am sending someone over right away!” Yuu can hear things breaking in the background as the man fumbles over himself. 

“I’m fine Crowley.” Yuu sighs. “I need to go access the damage to the bar.” 

“Okay, be careful and try not to step outside. Nobody knows what happened.” He commands. 

“Yes, I will.” Yuu looks around their home to see that is is debris and a few things on the floor, but it isn’t too bad. They are more worried about the bar with all those glasses and equipment. After making sure Grim is fine and the apartment has no spare glass around Yuu heads downstairs to take care of the mess in the bar. A few glasses have fallen, and some tables and chairs have been knocked over. Yuu gets to work quickly peeking their head outside once in a while to talk to neighbors trying to figure out what’s going on. The sound of a magic wheel reaches Yuu’s ears as they see Deuce racing down the street to stop at their bar. Behind him is Ace doing a lot better now with his wounds. 

“Deuce do you have to drive like a manic?!” Ace hops off of the vehicle. 

“I panicked okay,” Deuce argues. 

They look up to see Yuu standing outside the bar sweeping up loose debris. 

“Yuu!” They both yell rushing over to the bartender. 

“Are you okay?” Deuce asks. 

“Yeah, I’m fine just shakn,” Yuu answers. “Do you know what happened?” Yuu looks over at the smoke clouds as Ace and Deuce share concerned looks.  

“No we all just started getting ready for the day.” Ace rubs the back of his neck. 

“Riddle is furious everyone is staying clear of him until Trey can calm him down.” Deuce adds. Yuu motions for the two to come inside letting Deuce park his magic wheel in the alley. 

Yuu gets the two a glass of water as they ponder over the recent events. 

“How have you been since the party?” Deuce takes a sip of his glass. 

“Fine I was excited for the pay raise, but it seems now that has been put on hold.” Yuu sighs. The sound of a loud stomach gurgle breaks the silence as Deuce blushes. Yuu can’t help but laugh getting up from the table. 

“I see you two raced out so quickly you forgot to eat.” Yuu goes behind the bar putting on their apron. 

“I don’t mean to bother you.” Deuce looks down. 

“It’s fine it gives me something to do?” Yuu waves away his concern. “So what are you two feeling?” 

“I would love to try your pancakes again. Don’t tell Trey, but I find yours better.” Ace leans back resting his arms behind his head. 

“Ouch, don’t let Trey hear you say that.” Yuu gets to work whipping up some eggs and toast for the two. They also forgot to eat during all the chaos. Once Yuu is done they all help bring the food to the table sitting down and eating. They share pleasant conversation, a stark contrast from the scene outside. 

The sound of cars makes its way towards the bar as Yuu looks up with realization. Shoot, they forgot Crowley was sending someone over to check on them. They stand cleaning up their plate as Ace and Deuce look on with confusion. A red limo parks outside the bar as a man with a muzzle on his face gets out the driver's side to open the passenger door. Out steps, a red-heeled boot and two Dalmatians as Divus Crewl steps onto the street. His sunglasses reflect the light of what little sun they have on this cloudy day waiting for the man to open the bar door. 

“Yuu who’s that?” Ace stops stuffing his mouth full of food. 

“A benefactor of the bar, he’s seeing how the damage is.” It’s not technically a lie. The man opens the door, as Yuu initially brushes off their apron. 

“Puppy!” Divus outstretches his arms. Yuu rushes over to greet the man.

“Hello, Mr. Crewel.” Yuu smiles. The two dogs sniff and lick at Yuu’s hands. Yuu can’t help but give them some pets, it’s been a long time since they last seen them.

“Duchess, Colonel down.” With that order, the two dogs sit on Crewel’s side. He hands the man their leashes as he goes to grab Yuu’s chin shifting them left to right.

“Hm, not too bad.” He lifts Yuu’s arms to see any scratches or injuries. 

“I’ve seen you’ve gotten thinner, I’ll tell that old crow to raise your budget.” He looks around the bar spotting Ace and Deuce. His nose upturns in a disapproving stance looking at the two with disgust. Colonel and Duchess growl at their master’s displeasure.

“Heartslyabul I presume.” He points toward the two. 

“Y-yes sir.” Deuce stands in attention. 

“Hm, I see.” Crewel rolls his eyes. “So this is what the new generation brought in.” He looks over at Yuu shaking his head. 

“Remember what I said about strays dear.” He walks up to Yuu brushing off any dirt off their shoulders. “Once you feed them they never leave.” He whispers into Yuu’s ear. They can only nod as he takes a glance around the bar. 

“It seems nothing is too damaged. I’ll report this to the others.” He pats Yuu on the head. “Call if you need anything pup.” With that, he gets ready to leave grabbing the dog’s leashes. 

“Yes sir.” Yuu opens the door for them. Divus gives Yuu one last look before getting in the car. Yuu watches as the car drives off before closing the door. 

“Man, that guy was intense.” Ace sighs. 

“Does he come around often?” Deuce sits back down. 

“No,” Yuu shakes their head. Hopefully, it will be quick on their teachers’ end for the time being. 

The morning goes on as Ace and Deuce soon get called back to Heartslayabul. They wave Yuu goodbye as the bartender wishes them well. Yuu gets back to work stocking up on food and helping out neighbors. The evening comes sooner than expected as Yuu gets ready to close early for today. The sound of the bell catches their attention looking toward the door. 

“We meet again darling bartender.” The silvery tone of Azul reaches Yuu’s ears. He stocks up to the bar with two tall twins at his side. 

“Hey Azul, this place looks cool. Will we be meeting here?” One twin wears a long smile looking around the bar. 

Yuu raises a brow, staring at Azul to answer his question. 

“Excuse us, please.” Azul coughs, glaring at the twins as they go sit down at a table. 

“Dear Yuu as you know recent events have left…a rather bad taste in everyone's mouths. Today all of the gangs' headquarters have been sadly disposed of. So we need a neutral territory to talk things over.” Azul explains. 

“So you want to use my bar as a gang meeting place.” Yuu glares at him.

“You catch on quick.” Azul chuckles. 

“I-”

“Before you decline. I believe it would be beneficial for everyone for you to accept. Riddle put in a high word for you. I would hate to see those on the receiving end of his anger.” He lets out a dramatic sigh. 

Yuu’s hand curls into a fist. They can see what he is getting at. With a deep sigh, Yuu looks away for a minute tapping their finger on the counter. 

“Fine, but there are rules you all have to follow if you are going to be in my bar.” Yuu crosses their arms. 

“Of course, we wouldn’t dream of causing you any trouble at your establishment.” Azul smirks. “Now do you have a menu I can possibly look at?” 

Yuu rolls their eyes finding him a makeshift menu that they made. 

“Why thank you.” Azul turns around to go sit with the twins leaving Yuu to regret their decision. It wasn’t long before the other leaders start flooding in. Riddle is the first accompanied by Trey and Cater. 

“Yuu we would like to use your establishment-”

“Don’t worry Riddle I already had a pleasant talk with the bartender, and they agreed,” Azul says off into the distance. 

Riddle looks over surprised at Azul’s arrival. He rubs his temple with exhaustion. 

“I was supposed to inform them first Ashengrotto.” Riddle growls. 

“Well I came here rather early, I simply didn’t want to waste time.” Azul crosses his legs. 

“It's okay Riddle.” Yuu doesn’t want anything to exculate. “How about I start making everyone some drinks? The house special.” Yuu puts on their customer service smile. 

“Why that sounds wonderful, right Riddle?” Azul claps. 

Riddle just glares at Azul as he goes to take a seat. There is a space in the back where the leaders can have some privacy. It's like a sitting room, that Yuu spent most of the day cleaning. It wasn’t long for the other leaders to join as well. Yuu leads them to the sitting room in the back bringing them glasses of drinks. 

“So what’s the report of damage?” Riddle starts. 

“All our headquarters have been destroyed.” Vil rubs out his worry lines. Rook heads him a cup of tea. “The damage has put a dent in our operations not to mention the causalities.” 

Yuu tries their best not to react at that. What was this all for? 

“Enough with this sitting around we need to strike now!” Leona slams the table causing some of the drinks to spill. Yuu gets to cleaning keeping their head down as the conversation ensues. 

“W-we don’t know for sure if it was them.” Kamil sniffs as Jamil heads him another tissue. 

“This has RSA written all over it,” Leona growls. 

“This attack really isn’t their MO.” Idia comments from the corner covering his face with his hood. It's the first time Yuu has ever seen the gang leader and his appearance is not what they were expecting. Flaming blue hair sticks out of his hoodie as yellow eyes peek out from the darkness once in a while. Yuu tried to hand him a drink before all this, but he just cowered away. 

“Maybe they got tired of being goody two shoes.” Leona’s right hand, Ruggie leans against the wall. 

“Let’s look at the evidence.” Riddle cuts in. “At each location, a person with an overblot snuck into each building and caused damage. All of these people were from RSA.” 

Yuu stops cleaning, that makes no sense. 

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Trey speaks up. 

“Exactly, what would they gain by harming their own people.” Azul ponders. 

“Someone to put the blame on. The magic drug comes from NRC who’s to say they didn’t plant people to cause a scene so that they now have an excuse to get involved.” Leona takes out a newspaper from his pocket. 

“They’re already blaming us.” The newspaper slaps onto the table as Yuu reads the big headline. ‘NRC drugs cause explosive overblots!’ Yuu stares at the paper afraid to pick it up. 

“So it's already out.” Azul mumbles. 

“It won’t be long until RSA makes their move on us. We need to agree on a strategy and fast.” Riddle leans back in the chair. 

Yuu gets up from the table after cleaning up what they could, no one was paying them any mind. 

“First we need to distribute aid to the areas most affected and raise funds.” Azul takes off his glasses wiping them off on a cloth. Yuu goes around to refill drinks. 

“We all can handle our own raising of funds, but the other matter must be our focus.” Vil leans forward. “It would be wonderful if we could have everyone here for this.” Vil looks around the room. 

“Of course that damn lizard doesn’t show up.” Leona huffs. 

“Well, we can’t decide on anything unless everyone is accounted for. I shall contact Lilia to make sure things are alright on their end.” Riddle suggests. 

“I’m not standing around doing nothing while those pests start to gather on our territory. If I see any of them on my streets they will be six feet in the ground.” Leona stands leaving the room with Ruggie following close behind. 

“Such impatience for a so-called leader.” Vil frowns getting up as well. 

With that, everyone starts to leave. Riddle is the last one to depart as rain starts to fall from the sky. 

“Yuu the Heartslybaul district will be holding a charity event for the recent disaster, I expect to see you there tending the bar.” Riddle doesn’t even look at Yuu. It’s an order, not a suggestion.

“Okay…” Yuu trails looking over at Cater and Trey as the two give them a pitiful look. The door soon closes leaving Yuu alone in the bar. With a heavy sigh, they start to clean. 

The rain sounds against the glass as it comes down heavy. Yuu takes their time thinking about what was discussed during the meeting. They don’t realize how late it is until they see the sky is now pitch black, putting the broom back in the cabinet Yuu starts to head up the stairs to check on Grim. That is until they hear the ding of the door chime. Did they forget to lock the door? They turned off all the lights, this place should look closed. Yuu quickly turns around peeking their head around the corner to see a tall man standing in the center of the bar. 

“I know you’re there.” A deep voice makes a chill run down their spine. 

Yuu timidly steps out from around the corner inching closer to the bar. There they have a security button, along with a compartment with a hidden gun. 

“The bar is closed,” Yuu states watching the man turn around to reveal a pale face with two horns protruding out of his head. He wears a long dark cloak with emerald eyes that scan over the bar. 

“I was told a meeting would take place here.” He pouts. 

Yuu raises a brow at that. Is he talking about the meeting of the gang leaders? 

“I’m afraid that meeting already happened.” Yuu hovers their finger over the button. They now can see the long sword sheathed along his waist as he comes to take a seat at the bar. 

“I see, how unfortunate. I had prior business to attend to and was late.” He rests his elbows on the counter. His head rests in his hands letting out a sigh. 

Is he sulking? Yuu tilts their head. Upon the man getting closer they can now see his features a lot more. Hair as black as the night with long nails that tap against the counter. It’s almost like looking at a sculpture. His eyes reach Yuu’s once more as they stare at each other. 

“Well, sorry to say this but the bar is closed,” Yuu states calmly not retracting his gaze. 

“Oh, is it?” His eyes look over to the windows. 

What is with this guy?

“Yes, it is.” Yuu places a wash towel on their shoulder. 

“Can I have a drink?” He closes his eyes. 

“Huh?”

“Can I please trouble you for a drink, I’m very tired.” He sighs. 

Yuu thinks about their options soon letting out an exhausted huff. 

“Fine, fine, It’s not like I get paid overtime. What do you want?” They place their hands on their hips. 

“Suprise me child of man.” He lets out a low chuckle. 

“For someone so tired you sure have enough energy to play games.” Yuu gets to work making the mysterious customer something to drink. Yuu goes for something light and sweet. A vanilla milkshake with some mint for that refreshing taste. Yuu takes notice of how the man watches them work their magic, finding the energy to give him a few tricks. With the final topping of whipped cream, Yuu slides the drink over to him. The man inspects the drink taking a small sip and then another.

“This is excellent, child of man.” His eyes widen as he takes a few more sips. 

“My name is Yuu.” They laugh at his excitement, it's like a little kid. “So what’s your name?” 

The man pauses and thinks for a second. 

“So you don’t know who I am? How fascinating.” He smirks. “It is best you don’t know my true identity just yet.” He hums. “I will let you call me by a name of your choosing for now.” He smiles. 

“Okay Tsunotarou,” Yuu watches a man’s eyes widen in surprise almost spitting out his drink. Yuu gives him a shit-eating grin as they enter a staring contest. 

“You are a very bold child of man.” He laughs. “I shall allow the name.” He gets up from the counter. “I will be taking the glass with me, I hope this covers the cost.” He plops down a cloth bag on the counter. Yuu takes a look to see dozens of solid gold coins inside the bag.

“Wait! What?!” Yuu shouts. 

The man leaves without a word as the bell chimes behind him. 

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

My Professor PT. 4

Natasha Romanoff X f!reader

a/n: So long time no see with this one 😅...anyways I've been getting like an unbelievable amount of requests to continue this one so here we are! It has been SUPER long since I've written this and I did re read it but forgive me if there's maybe a continuity error or two...anyways...I hope you enjoy and as always my inbox is always open!

Warnings: Cussing, 18+, mentions of smutty shit

Word Count: 1485

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God was going to class the absolute last thing you wanted to do today. What was even going to happen? She walked out on you this morning with no warning, no text, just left. So what, was she going to just go and lecture and act like nothing happened? Was she going to tell you why she walked out? Either way, class was the last thing on your mind but you also couldn’t let a stupid relationship get in the way after how hard you had worked to get here. So, of course, like the good student you are, you got off your ass, had a shower, grabbed a bagel and coffee and headed to class. You were a little bit earlier than everyone else but you liked to have time to enjoy your breakfast at one of the tables in the common area within the building of your lecture hall to unwind before having to sit down for two hours listening to the same woman who was going down on you last night speak about whatever it was she wanted to lecture on today. 

As you sit there enjoying your coffee your phone buzzes and a notification with her name pops up at the top of your screen. 

“Professor Natasha Romanoff: Class cancelled - Sorry for the last minute notice everyone but I am having some unfortunate car trouble and won’t be able to make it to the lecture this morning. I will see you all next week. Have a nice weekend.”

What the fuck?

She absolutely knew what she was doing, sending this and not reaching out to me first. She knew I was on this fucking mailing list for whatever bullshit course this is and that this would get me unbelievably agitated. Whatever. She's a bitch and I need to move on anyway.

I’m done, maybe I should just drop her class to make sure that shit’s final. 

You decided to get some work done while you were on campus for a bit and headed home. 

You’re done your work for the day and you have no other classes so what else is there to do in university other than school? You guessed it. 

You made your way to the same bar you were at when you met Nat for the first time. Were you kind of hoping she’d be there? No. Subconsciously? Yes. 

You walk in, pull up a stool as the bartender asks you what you want with the most beautiful smile. She obviously rakes in tips. You ask for two shots of Vodka that are quickly thrown back in seconds. Feeling nothing was kind of the goal at this point because even though you were full of rage and anger over what happened– you also developed deep feelings and what she did, how she left suddenly fucking hurt. The bartender continues to throw drinks your way, changing it up for you as the night went on, the drinks got fun, started tasting less like bitter alcohol and more like fruits and other flavours. The two of you talked quite a bit throughout the night but she also had other customers to tend to so you spent half your time just staring at your phone contemplating messaging her. 

“Can I get a scotch – neat?” you ask.

She nods and grabs a glass from the back of the bar to pour your drink. After your first swig you open up your messages and send one her way.

Y/N: hi

Obviously you weren’t anywhere close to actually thinking she’d respond but you were past the point of giving any kind of shit.

You just kept looking at your phone when you saw the three dots pop up then quickly disappear. Your eyes were locked on the screen when all of a sudden a small grey text bubble pops up. 

Nat: Y/N, it’s midnight. This is not appropriate. Not appropriate? What else wasn’t appropriate? When she had her tongue down my throat last night? Who the fuck does she think I am?

Y/N: Who gives a shit

Nat: We cannot do this again. 

Y/N: Who Saus

Y/N: Saus*

Y/N: Saus*

Y/N: FUCK

Y/N: Says*****

Nat: Are you drunk

Y/N: Not really

Nat: How much have you had to drink 

Y/N: She just gave me my 6th drink

Nat: Who’s she. 

Y/N: Just the super hot bartender. 

Y/N: You know the one…has the patchwork tattoos, toned arms, blonde hair and the most beautiful smile…doesn’t make me pay for my drinks. 

Nat: Where are you. 

Y/N: Out

Nat: Send me your location right now. 

Y/N: Why? I am a big girl, I can go home with whoever I want. 

Nat: Y/N, stop fucking joking around. I’m coming to get you.

Nat’s phone dings with your location popping up on find my friends. Within minutes you see her storm through the door.

“Let’s go.” She says in a stern tone.

“Natty!!! Becca, this is Natasha.” You say with a big goofy very drunk grin across your face as you boop Natasha on the nose and introduce her to the hot bartender. 

“The girlfriend! She has been talking about you all night.” Becca says with a smile as shes cleaning glasses. 

Natasha throws her a sarcastic smile-smirk as she grabs your arm and pulls you off the stool. 

“Come on, we're going. And here.” Natasha says as she slaps down $150 on the bar to pay for the tab plus tip.

“No that’s oka–” The bartender speaks up. 

“No, I insist.” Natasha says in a less friendly and more bitter tone. 

Nat walks you into her car and buckles you in. “Don’t puke, this one’s a rental.”

You smile and nod at Natasha as you doze off in her back seat.

You wake up the next morning, in a new place.

Where the fuck are you?

Smells like coffee and bacon though so you could absolutely stick around. 

Also, whose clothing are you wearing? 

You slowly get out of bed and take a look around, there’s a cup of water and some Advil waiting for you on the side table. You take a big swig and head downstairs to where that glorious smell is coming from. You walk into the kitchen seeing your favourite redhead at the stove in her sweats and a tshirt cooking food.

“Finally awake I see.” Natasha says as she turns around. 

You awkwardly smile and nod as you stand there.

“What happened…last night? Did we?”

“No. I picked you up from the bar and brought you here to sleep off your super fun night you had. Don’t worry, I slept on the couch.”

“No you shouldn't have done that I–”

“You what y/n? YOU chose to go out last night and do what you did. I had no choice.”

You felt bad. It’s not fair that you felt bad. She fucking broke your heart. But also why did she come pick you up? Did she care?

“Sit.” She says as she puts a plate of food down for you with some water and a coffee. 

The two of you eat in silence, unbelievably awkward silence. 

“Thank you.” You mutter out when you finish your final bites. “No problem.” She says back quietly. 

“Nat–”

“What.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“I can’t tell you why.”

“What?”

“I can’t tell you why I left without warning. That’s what you were going to say right?”

You look at her with a sad and slightly confused look on your face. 

“But why not?”

“Because. I just can’t.”

“Because you don’t know…?”

“Stop it.”

“Or because you don’t want to..?”

“I said stop it!” She raises her voice. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just– was it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“For fuck sake y/n.”

“Y-You know what? You want to know why I left? Because I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. You’re like this kryptonite to me. You just came into my life and completely took it over, everything I do ends up making me think about you. The other night it got the best of me and we did some things we shouldn’t have so leaving before I could let you convince me to stay was the only way that I would be able to get out of there. Even when I left I was still FUCKING thinking about YOU. And then I tried to keep my distance but guess what? That clearly didn’t fucking work. Because look where we are.”

You looked at her, eyes wide, mouth slightly gaping open as she said all of these things at you, your incredibly hung over mind could barely process what she was saying. Everything she said sounded like stuff you wanted to hear but it was said in a way that didn’t feel welcoming. 

– End of PT. 4 –

[mikhailwrites]

Soaring Ever Higher 4 - Ghoap/Ace Combat 7 crossover

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And so, Ghost finally has a chance to make good on his promise... with some interest...

Be advised that this chapter is pretty spicy so if you mind or are a minor, I trust you'll stop reading at # symbol :)

The bar is nice and surprisingly classy, considering the city is on the smaller side. The music isn’t too loud or obnoxious; the overall noise is also bearable. Ghost lets himself enjoy it.

“What can I get you, lads?” the bartender flashes them a broad smile, not even batting an eye at Ghost’s scarred face, which is to his credit.

Trigger also doesn’t seem to mind. Once Ghost took the balaclava off, the bloke did pause on his face, but there was nothing to suggest what he thought of the map of scars. After a few seconds, he nodded and smiled as he held the door open for Ghost.

“Bourbon for me,” Ghost points at the bottle of Woodford Reserve on the shelf. The bartender nods and looks expectantly at Trigger, who seems to be scanning the shelves for something specific.

John shakes his head in mock disbelief. “And here I thought you were a cultured man,” then he turns back to the bartender, “Do you have Lagavulin 16?”

The bartender thinks for a second. “I think so, but let me check; we keep the better stuff in the back.”

Ghost chuckles. “What can I say? I’m drinking Yank stuff with a bloke flying a Yank plane. If you were a patriot, you’d be flying Typhoon like the rest of the base.”

“Somebody knows their jets,” Trigger whistles. “But last time I checked, Typhoon ain’t Scottish-made.”

Their exchange is interrupted by the return of the bartender with two glasses. Ghost says he’ll be paying for both. The price doesn’t really surprise him. “Are you getting the good stuff at my expense?” The money is no issue. He’s just interested in the reaction.

“Why, of course,” Trigger smirks, “it’s not every day I get a free drink.” He raises his glass, “Slàinte mhath.”

“Cheers,” Ghost answers the toast with his glass, sipping the bourbon, sighing in content as it slips down his throat, warming him inside out. “You think I believe you? With the free drinks? Or do you want me to feel special?”

“Right down to the business, aren’t you?” the corners of his mouth twitch. “The thing is, I don’t leave the base often. Don’t have much business outside.”

“And for pleasure?” Ghost watches him intently, noticing a minuscule twitch in John’s left hand, the way his tongue darts to wet his lips. He’s either nervous or pretends to be. Both options are intriguing, if for slightly different reasons.

“That’s complicated,” he lowers his gaze. Now that’s a good tell that he’s just pretending and luring Ghost, tickling the hunter in him by playing a helpless prey.

“It’s really not. When you boil it down, it’s always about pushing, shoving, and exchanging bodily fluids. Nothing complicated about that,” Ghost presses, shifting a little closer and putting his hand on John’s knee.

“Yer not a wooing and romance kind of lad, are ye?” Trigger takes his glass and drinks a bit more of his whisky. The smell of smoke, disinfectant and burnt tyres tickles Ghost’s nose. Christ, he could never stomach peated scotch, but the scent becomes John. It may very well be how he smells when he climbs out of his plane after a mission.

“Is that a problem?” Ghost asks with fake concern, tasting the bourbon once more.

“Didnae say that,” Trigger shakes his head, resting his hand atop Ghost’s. That’s the only permission Simon needs.

He leans closer as he speaks quietly, right into John’s ear. “I want to bend you over the counter and shag you like there’s no tomorrow."

“Damn, not even a second drink? You think I’m that cheap?” Trigger grins, and it’s all teeth and intent.

“Not cheap. I think you know what you want and usually get it. Am I close?” Ghost leans even closer. If he tried a little, his lips could brush the trimmed beard. He notices a pleasant whiff of cologne as well.

“Close enough,” Trigger admits, wiggling a little in a movement intimately familiar to anyone ever sported a stiffer in public space.

“Base or hotel?” Ghost asks, momentarily turning his attention back to the drink. There’s still about half of it left.

John understands and promptly finishes his glass before answering. “Hotel, but we need to do some shopping first.”

“Obviously,” Ghost agrees, tipping the glass back and setting it on the counter.

#

The moment the door of the small hotel room closes behind them, they’re on each other. John’s fingers tangle in Simon’s blonde hair where it’s long enough on top of his head, nails scraping the scalp. Simon’s lips smash against John’s; tongue, teeth, doesn’t matter. First, Simon presses John against the wall. Then the other man, despite being shorter, retaliates and shoves Ghost back, pinning him to the opposing wall and wedging his knee between Simon’s legs and up until Ghost grunts in both impatience and anticipation.

Trigger’s hands leave Simon’s head and immediately sneak under his tee, feeling him up, kneading at the hard plains of muscles.

“Fuck I love how you’re built,” John gasps between harsh breaths, tucking the tee up, uncovering inch after inch of scarred, pale flesh.

Simon grabs him by the mohawk and forces him to expose his neck. With no hesitation, he licks it with a long, broad and wet stroke before sinking his teeth in. John yelps above him, digging his fingernails into Ghost’s sides with enough strength for it to hurt.

Trigger’s pelvis also moves in a fluid, steady motion, hard-on on hard-on. It’s wild and heavenly, free of any and all troubles. Just like Ghost said back in the bar, when it comes down to it, sex is a rather uncomplicated endeavour.

Somehow, they manage to get mostly undressed and on the actual bed. Simon lies on his back with John braced above him, only heading in the opposite direction. They suck each other’s cock in a perfectly balanced ratio of giving and taking. Well, it’s a little more taking on John’s part once he finds out he can actually fuck Simon’s throat and does so with relentless vigour. Simon, however, uses the situation to his advantage, blindly grabs a bottle of lube and, without John noticing, squeezes some on his fingers before he presses them against his hole. Two at first, and he’s about as gentle about it as Trigger’s cockhead is to his throat.

John gasps and groans at the intrusion, but Ghost sucking him feels too good for him to withdraw. He takes those fingers just like he takes Simon’s prick, at least what he can actually fit into his mouth.

Soon enough, the stretch starts to feel good, and he moves back further to have more. He’s close and feels the orgasm building between his prick and his balls. He lets the cock fall from his mouth to slobber nearly unintelligible “’M close.”

Simon grabs his ass and helps him thrust deeper. He’ll have an even raspier voice for days; he knows it, yet doesn’t care. His airways are momentarily blocked, but he expected it. John grunts and then changes the rhythm to senseless rutting as he nears his peak. Simon adds another two fingers and wedges them in by force, knowing the pleasure and the tension of impending orgasm will numb the pain, morphing it into something else entirely.

John cries out, his voice breaking, and he thrusts one last time as he comes down Ghost’s throat in powerful pulses.

Simon barely lets him have a few seconds before manhandling him, throwing him off of himself and onto the mattress face-down. Once more, he reaches for the lube, slicks his prick and slides into John’s now pliant and lubed-up hole. John moans, hypersensitive and surprised, but he doesn’t move.

“Fuck yes,” Simon growls as he starts thrusting. Fast and deep, he’s way past caring. Bracing himself on John’s shoulder blades, he enjoys the hard body beneath all the more as he knows the other man could stand his ground easily. He could fight Ghost if he wanted to, and even though he wouldn’t probably win, it would be a good fight. And he shags him like that, too. With none of the gentleness and all of the respect.

John grunts and huffs beneath him, the discomfort clear in his voice, but eventually, he starts jerking his hips to meet Simon’s thrusts. His back glistens with sweat, scars starkly pale on the tanned skin. Ghost leans down and tastes the salt and musk—breathes Trigger in as he regains his focus and slows the thrusts to savour this.

Simon drags his fingers through the mohawk, grabbing a fistful of hair barely long enough to get a hold of. He lifts John’s head from the bed and motivates him with a firm tug to look over his shoulder. John’s face is flushed, his lips slick with saliva, his eyes searing despite their colour.

“That all ye’ve got, Si?” Trigger taunts, smirking. His brow furrows, and his mouth forms a pretty “O” when Ghost answers the challenge with a backstab of the pleasurable kind.

Simon can feel the tension inside him rising. The fast, punishing pace he’s set does nothing to stave it off, and he doesn’t even try to fight it. His breath is ragged and Simon groans every time he bottom out. So close…

And then it’s here, rolling over him, dragging him under as his whole body locks for a moment before the muscles seize and his heartbeat thunders in his ears. Simon collapses on top of John. It’s bloody uncomfortable, all hard muscles and hot, sweaty skin, but he barely even registers any of it.

In about ten seconds, his brain reboots, yet he still doesn’t move. Instead, he nuzzles against short hair and the mohawk. Trigger sighs; it sounds content and peaceful, so Simon continues rubbing his stubbly cheek against the trimmed hair.

“Yer a good weighted blanket, Simon,” the Scot says quietly, but there’s mirth in his voice—an almost fond edge.

Ghost hums. He wouldn’t mind staying like this longer, but the discomfort is only worsening. Eventually, Simon rolls off of John, but seeing as the other man didn’t complain so far, he grabs him and squeezes him in a firm hug. He basks in the closeness as he buries his face in the nape of John’s neck.

“Not that I’m complaining, but I haven’t pegged you for a cuddler… ‘s nice surprise,” Trigger speaks again, squeezing Simon’s hands where they hold onto him and presses even further into him.

They drift off like that, because shower can wait, and they wouldn’t be in the military if they couldn’t stand being occasionally gross and disgusting.

I have way too many screenshots, here, have some Eurofighter Typhoon.

[unreadpoppy]

You won't remember this when morning comes

Modern AU! Raphael x Fem! Tav.

Read on AO3

Summary: Raphael drinks too much and finds himself in front of his ex's house.

A/N: Obviously it's OOC cause he's drunk. Also, this is lowkey sad, so take it as you will.

Tav had been woken up by the sound of someone pounding on her door. She briefly looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 3 am. She tried to ignore it but when the person started yelling, she decided enough was enough. Tav got up, still in her pajamas, and rushed to the door. 

Looking through the magic eye, she saw none other than her ex, Raphael. She frowned and opened the door. 

“What the fuck are you doing here at this hour?” Tav crossed her arms. 

Raphael had his head down, and one hand extended towards the wall, trying to keep himself upright. When she answered the door, he looked up. “Tav, my love, finally.” 

“Are you drunk?” She asked him. Raphael let go of the wall and tried to say something, but he swayed and fell towards Tav. She held him, and with a quick sniff, she figured he was indeed drunk. “Argh, you reek of alcohol.” 

“I don’t get drunk.” He said, in a slurred voice. Tav rolled her eyes. 

“‘Sure.” She put one of his arms around her neck and sighed. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.” 

“You truly, truly, are the best, my love.” 

“Don’t call me that.” Tav replied, placing him on the couch. She went to her room to grab her phone. 

“Why not? Aren’t we in love?” He exclaimed.

She was calling someone and waiting for the call to pick up. In the meantime, she answered. 

“No, Raphael, we broke up two years ago.” The person she called answered. “Hi, Korilla, it’s me, Tav. Look, I’m calling you cause Raphael showed up in my house, and he’s very drunk. Can you come pick him up?...Okay, I’ll be waiting then. Bye.” She put the phone on the table and looked at him. “Korilla’s gonna come to take you home.” 

“What, what do you mean we broke up?” Tav ignored his question and went to the kitchen. “I thought we were engaged?” 

She came back with a cup of water in hand and a pill. “Take this, it will make you feel better.”

Raphael scrunched his face. “I won’t unless you answer my questions.” 

Tav sighed. “Fine. We were engaged two years ago, but I decided to cancel it and we haven’t spoken since. Now take the damn pill.” She stared at him as he did so. In their years together, she had never seen him drunk. For some time, she thought he was not even capable of doing so. “How much did you drink?” 

He downed the pill in one go, drinking the water. A few minutes passed and he seemed slightly less troubled. “Almost nothing. I had some brandy, some scotch, and then many, many bottles of red wine.” He replied, putting the empty glass cup in a nearby table. 

“Jesus christ, no wonder you’re like this.” She put a hand in her face and sat down next to him. There was some time until Korilla arrived, and Tav decided to indulge him in conversation. “You were never one to drink this much. What happened?”

Raphael looked at her, those brown eyes filled with a sudden sadness. He looked like one of those sad dogs that you’d see on the internet. “I…I was thinking about you.” Tav looked at him, one brow furrowed. “About…how we left off.” 

“So, you remember now?” She asked. Raphael nodded. 

“I-I just don’t understand. Why did you go? I thought-I thought you loved me.” Raphael said with a hurt voice. Tav almost felt bad for him. 

She sighed. “I did love you, Raphael. But you didn’t love me.” 

His eyes widened and he turned his whole body towards her. “Not love you? What kind of silly idea is that?” Raphael held her hands. “Please, Tav, surely you know that you meant everything to me.”

She gently removed her hands from his grasp. “I want to believe that. I really do.” Tav put a hand on his face. “But you only love yourself. I do not doubt that you liked me or cared for me, but it was never love. In the grand scheme that is your life, I was merely a footnote.” 

“You weren´t-”

“Yes, I was and you know that.” He looked down, in shame. With her hand, she made him look at her again. “We did have a good thing, for a time. But your love for yourself was always in the way. You only thought about your comfort, your problems, your likes and dislikes. And sure, you treated me well, you pampered me but you didn’t truly love me, Raphael. I was just something to make you look good.” 

Tav took a deep breath. He looked pained but she needed to tell him everything. “I had to put myself first. I needed to be with someone who wanted me for who I was, not for what I could be to them. All your relationships are merely transactional. You don’t open yourself up, you weren’t always honest with me. The further we would get would be an inevitable divorce.” 

“But-but if you talked to me, I could have changed, I-”

“You wouldn’t.” Tav removed her hand from his face. “This is the first time I’ve seen you be vulnerable and you’re shit faced.” She huffed. “I doubt you’ll even remember this when morning comes.” 

“Tav…” She couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. 

“Look, Raphael. I’ve moved on, I found someone good for me. You should too.”

“But I don’t want somebody else, I want you!” And then he did something she had never seen him do: Raphael broke into tears. He hid his face in his hands as he sobbed. “You left a hole inside of me and I tried pretending it didn’t bother me, but it did, Tav, it did. And it was all my fault.” 

Tav petted his back. She did feel bad for him now, as she never liked seeing people cry. But again, they would never have worked. 

“I could have given you the world.” Raphael said, his crying have stopped. 

“I never wanted the world. I only wanted you - the real you.” And they both knew he couldn’t give her that. 

Before he could reply, there was a knock on the door. She reached forwards and gave him a kiss on the forehead, like when you kiss a crying child. “Despite everything, I still care about you, Raphael. But you need to care about other people too.” Tav got up and so did he. 

She opened the door, Korilla on the other side. “Thank you so much for coming.” 

The other woman nodded. “It’s nothing. Thank you for keeping an eye on him.” Raphael sighed and went to her side. “C’mon, let’s go.” 

“Bye.” Tav said. 

“Bye.” Raphael whispered, and left. 

Hours later, when Raphael woke up with a terrible headache, he didn’t remember what had happened last night, only having a vague feeling of sadness that followed him during the day. 

After that night, Raphael and Tav never saw each other again. 

[gt-daboss]

Mild Horror, Fantasy mixed with Modern elements, (Happy ending eventually)

Behind the Books (Part 2)

(Part 1)

For a moment she almost found herself sympathizing with the man in her grip.

Like hell

Squeezing her hand harder, she felt the struggling human go limp with a squeak, smiling slightly as she finally felt him shut up for a change. Turning around, she calmly strutted towards her table and placed the dazed man on its flat top. Hearing him gasp as her grip released, in the back of her mind she hoped that she didn’t bruise him. Still…

He was beginning to stir again, and if she didn’t want a repeat of the previous fiasco, she would have to establish some rules.

“Human,” she spoke to the still-panting human. My hand did that to him… “Alex Victoa, you will look at me when I’m talking to you.”

The mention of his name, his full name immediately got his attention. She smiled at finally getting the regard she deserved from him.

“Tape, or no tape?” she questioned, holding out a roll of scotch between two fingers. The human looked confused and terrified, but his aching body wouldn’t allow for his fight or flight to work.

“Jeez, I knew you people were stupid, but I didn’t think I would have to explain everything to you…” spinning the tape roll like a hula-hoop around her finger absentmindedly, she hummed as she began to see the realization dawn on his face. “If you can control yourself, I won’t have to do it for you… but if you want to kick, scream, and thrash like a animal I am not going to go chase after you again.” 

She waited a moment, eyeing down the human who looked just as confused as before, unable to open his mouth. Enough of this, ripping a tear off of the rough roll of scotch, Shevana brought it closer to the human. “Fine, tape it is.” 

“NO! No tape! No tape, please! Please no tape! I’ll be good! Obedient! Please don’t tape my face I won’t talk I-I’ll be good I’ll do anything you say!” the human begged, finally finding his voice after so long. 

Shevana found herself just as surprised as the human at his words, hovering her tape-filled hands in front of him in shock, she quickly pulled them back, eyes wide as she looked down at the cowering human. He had curled himself into a ball with his hands and arms protecting his face. shaking evident even through his clothes. He was muttering to himself, and even though his size made her unable to detect his words, the meaning was not lost on her. For the first time since he had appeared, she felt herself be truly guilty over her actions. Eyeing her hands and then the trembling human in front of her, she felt her stomach turn and her hands go cold.

Unable to force her eyes away from looking at the ball of human in front of her, his protective position stretched his shirt to reveal that she indeed did leave a multitude of growing purple and blue marks all over his body from her –to her– little squeeze earlier. Bile rose in her throat as she began to imagine her own body being littered with sores, their painful marks making it hurt to move. 

Damn– dammit… “uh- uhm…” can’t even do one thing without going on a fucking power trip, maybe she was right about you. “Sorry, I’m not going to t-tape you, I promise, If- Ah-As long as you listen to me and do as I say, we can both leave happy. Understand?”

She tried to speak with authority, but her voice wavered slightly and definitely did not hold the same weight as before, still, to one as small as Alex, she didn’t worry too much about it. Waiting to calm her own beating heart and also since the human was too busy shaking to respond, she tapped her hand lightly against her thigh, fidgeting slightly. She was willing to wait, but she needed him to know who was in control here.

“Hey, are you even listening, human, I said do you understand?” she asked, tapping her finger against the hard oak table to get his attention. Her glare returned, and she was about to poke him lightly to get his attention. Yes, just a light poke to-

“Y-Yes, yes I understand, Miss. I just want to go home, I just… want to go home.” the human sighed, rubbing his swollen eyes as he continued to sit slightly curled, but now able to actually look up at her without running away in fear. Finally

“Great, I don’t want you here either, now stay here while I go get the ingredients to send you back,

“How do you know my name?” He called out, but either his voice didn’t reach her, or she just ignored it, as she continued walking towards her cabinets. Finally with a little time to breathe, Alex felt the rush of adrenaline finally wear off. Conflicting feelings of wanting to run as far and fast as he could, not in any place in particular, just to leave, to escape, get away from this witch, a base, animalistic instinct that he was not safe. It made him feel cold, but his muscles wouldnt stop burning from the earlier experience, as he glanced at the witch musing through her supplies, he realized he was truly helpless. With a sigh, Alex put his head back between his legs and waited as calmly as he could.

Suddenly he was thrown out of his stupor by the sound of 3 resounding BOOMS right beside him, what the hell was-

Oh

Looking back at the source, it was only her hand, no, her finger, tapping lightly on the hard coffee table. Looking back at its owner, Alex saw her give him a confused and annoyed look. 

“Am I going to have to repeat myself again?” She asked, great, the human was looking back up at her with that stupid, idiotic face of his again. She left for not even a minute and he had already gone back to non-communication. “Move out of the way so we can get this over with.”

Not wanting to get it wrong again, Alex deftly moved away from the center of the table, avoiding eye contact as he approached the edge. Don’t look down. Immediately once he left she began drawing shapes and unidentifiable symbols on the oak platform using her fingers. Just as quickly she began placing unknown ingredients all throughout her drawing, Alex couldn’t keep up, he didn’t want to, he just wanted to go home.

With a sigh, the witch sat back down in her couch, seemingly satisfied with her work. Waiting just a moment before she eyed him like he should known something he doesnt. Her gaze soon turned into a scowl as she got angry once again, fearing punishment once again he-

“Well?” She asked, as if it were obvious. “Step onto the Octogram already? Or do you want to stay here even longer?”

Eyeing her creation beside him, Its blood red dusted outline and ominous, unknown symbols making him weary. She hadn’t given him much reason to trust her, in fact, she had almost exclusively given him reasons to NOT trust her. And now she just wanted him to step onto her bewitching circle that would do god knows what?

“How- how do you know my name?” He asked, not budging from his position away, from the red circle. She eyed him with an incredulous look, as if annoyed at the very thought of him talking back to her.

“Please, you think your important huh? You think that I would waste those expensive supplies to shrink and transport a human to my own home? You? You’re a mistake,” she said, her annoyance growing as she began to loom further and further over his 4 inch form. “You just so happen to share the same name as my ex- my girlfriend, and when I tried to look up her last name in the phone book your name appeared right next to it as well. Pure fucking coincidence, I took a coin flip and apparently bet wrong because now I am stuck with a human who thinks its a good idea to talk back to me at the size of a finger. Step onto the octogram.”

Nodding frivolously, he scampered as fast as he could into the center of the blood-red ring. Surrounded by bits and bobs he couldn’t even begin to understand the use for, he began to rethink his decision. A look from her eye sharper than knives shot that idea down immediately, he had the distinct feeling if he angered her again, she wouldn’t just use her words.

Without any more fanfare, Shevana brought her hands together and began muttering. Almost immediately the ground beneath him turned darker, the ingredients and drawings placed around him blackened, consumed in whatever hellish process Shevana was concocting. Fear began to build up once again, he tried to move, only to find his own legs were surrounded by the same black substance as the other ingredients. No-no you promised you would let me go, Please why!? Fighting it was futile, as it spread more and more with every chant the witch spoke. 

Just as he was about to scream, the black tendrils reached his head and fully covered his body, and he lost consciousness.

Okay thats all for now! I promise this story has a happy ending! I'm pretty proud of how this chapter turned out, but let me know. I'm also answering questions now about the lore and characters since i left a LOT of mysteries open so far and I don't know If i will even answer them all in the coming chapters so please ask away!

FAQ:

Q: Are there wizards? No, this universe Witch does not mean 'female wizard'. Both male and female magic users are known as Witches, in

Q: What are witches? Witches are actually a different species than humans, IE. Non-witches can not do witchcraft, as it entails channelling the magic inside the witch through hexes and potions and such, which can not be learned. This has led to many Witch (including somewhat Shevana herself) to have a 'superiority complex' against humans, to put it lightly.

Annnd that's all for now, maybe I'll make this a thing where I drop little lore bombs at the end of my chapters that probably wouldn't make it in otherwise, thanks for reading, drink water and have a nice day!

[pedroscurls]

Title: One Drunken Night (Part 1.)

CHAPTER TITLE: An Unexpected Stranger

Character(s): Negan (pre-apocalypse), Reader (third-person POV), Lucille Summary: Reader’s date stands her up, so she decides to stay at the bar anyway. Then, she meets Negan who unravels her entire world.  Word Count: 2,462 Author's Note: I have been so excited to write this story and I can't wait for you all to read it. It is an alternate universe for the characters I'm writing and pre-apocalyptic as well. Also, I'm giving a warning that I am including Lucille in this story and while I love her and Negan together, this story will showcase their crumbling marriage. So bear with me! It'll all be worth it... Enjoy! Warning: SMUT!!!

“I’m trying, Lucille!” Negan yelled, running a hand over his face. 

“Not hard enough,” she spat back.

This had become the norm. Negan would get home from work and Lucille would nitpick every little thing he was doing wrong. It had been like this for so long that he had gotten used to it. He didn’t know what happened in his marriage that caused this abrupt shift, but he was tired. He was exhausted. 

“Nothing I do will ever be enough, will it?”

Lucille crossed her arms over her chest. “Seems like it.”

“Goddamn, Lucille. What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I want you to find a better job. We’ve already talked about this. You even agreed with me, even told me how you hate your job now, but you aren’t even doing anything about it!”

“Like I said, I’m trying.”

“Oh? And how’s that?” Lucille replied, shaking her head. “You come home and go straight to that game of yours, cursing at other kids… You’re a gym coach, Negan! I know that’s not what you want to continue doing.”

Negan scoffed. He rolled his eyes and looked over at her. “You don’t know what I want.”

“Yes, I do! You’ve complained about that job for so long, but you’re not doing shit about it and I am tired of hearing you complain.”

Negan tightened his jaw. He knew she was right, but he just was too comfortable at the position he was in now that he didn’t want to start over and look for another job. He didn’t want change. “My complaining isn’t hurting anybody.”

“It’s all you talk about!” 

“Well, that’s a fucking lie. You’re no saint either, Lucille.”

She shook her head. “I’m trying to make this work.”

“How? By yelling at me every fucking day?”

She threw her hands in the air and sighed, looking over at Negan. “I don’t know what to do to help you anymore, Negan.”

“I don’t need fucking help, Lucille.” He spat, turning on his heel. He grabbed his car keys and left the house, slamming the front door shut. Negan needed to get out of the house. He didn’t know how much more he could take, but he needed space, he needed fresh air. 

So, he went to a bar in the city. Negan looked down at his hand and sighed, removing his wedding ring and putting it in the glovebox. For one night, he just wanted to forget.

Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a glass of scotch and focused his attention on the basketball game that was being broadcasted. He had lost count of how many nights he and Lucille argued. He didn’t know what happened in his marriage that led to the constant arguments, the constant nitpicking. He didn’t even feel like Lucille wanted, or even loved him, anymore. If anything, the look in her eyes was always filled with disappointment. While the arguments were consistent, his sex life with Lucille wasn’t. He tried to initiate sex plenty of times, hoping that physical intimacy would ease whatever tension was built up, but she had rejected him every single time. So, Negan had become quite acquainted with his hand. It wasn’t the same, but he didn’t know what else to do.

He was so distracted in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed a beautiful woman sitting next to him. Alone.

“Goddammit!” Negan heard her say. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, noticing that she was also focused on the game. “How’d he miss that shot?” she asked herself.

Negan downed his drink and raised a finger to order another. It was the courage he needed to make conversation. “You a Lakers fan?”

She didn’t face him, but she nodded. “Oh yeah. Though, the 2008 Lakers is my all-time favorite.”

Negan smirked to himself. He yearned for conversation that didn’t lead to him getting yelled at. “I’m Negan.”

She finally turned her attention to him. She surely wasn’t expecting someone as handsome and ruggedly sexy as him to talk to her, so it took her by surprise. The salt and pepper beard sat perfectly on his face, showcasing his dimples and his thin, inviting lips. 

He was the perfect distraction she needed.

“That’s an interesting name.”

“Yeah… Don’t ask me why my parents decided on it.”

She giggled. Negan was feeling increasingly confident. “I’m Y/N.”

“Well, nice to meet you. You waiting on anyone?”

“Had a date.” 

“Oh, that bad?”

“He stood me up.”

“Ah fuck, I’m sorry, doll. His loss.”

She smiled, shrugging a shoulder. “It wasn’t serious. To be honest with you, it probably would’ve just ended up with me hooking up with him anyway.”

Negan choked on his drink, quietly coughing to clear his throat. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Hm? Oh, I met him on this dating app. You know what that is?”

Negan scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. “Of course. I’m not that fucking old.”

“Well then, you should know that those dates rarely turn into something serious. It’s an easy way to hook up with someone.”

“Pretty thing like you don’t got a boyfriend?”

She grinned. “I can’t be tamed.” Though, she was partly lying. She had her eye on someone, developed a crush, but the man didn’t know. 

Negan instead laughed. He shook his head and motioned to her empty drink. “What are you drinking? I’ll pay for the next round.”

“What a gentleman.” She winked. “Drinking a glass of moscato.” 

“Fancy.” Negan smiled, ordering another glass of wine for her. 

“Hardly.”

“So, it seems like you’re shit out of luck in the hooking up department,” he commented. Negan stared into her eyes and could tell that she was thinking the same thing. He watched her bite her lower lip, practically confirming that she wanted him too.

“Maybe not. The night is young, Negan.” She then turned her attention back to the game, once more getting excited with the game. Negan looked at her with an amused gaze. 

Oh, he was definitely going to sleep with her tonight. He would deal with the consequences tomorrow.

A couple of hours later, Negan and Y/N were now facing each other. His long legs were brushing against hers, practically inviting her to spread her legs for him. She was getting handsy, either running her fingertips along his forearms or running her hands along his thighs. It made Negan excited at the thought of how his night was going to end. It would feel good to feel something other than his hand for once.

“I can’t believe my team lost,” she said, feigning a pout.

“You poor thing,” Negan replied, leaning in closer to her. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked innocently.

“Hm…” I can think of a few things,” she whispered, biting her lower lip.

“Oh yeah?” What do you have in mind, doll?” Negan smirked.

“Wanna go back to my place?” she asked.

Negan grinned. “Let’s get out of here.”

Back at her apartment, Negan didn’t let her kiss him. Internally, he was battling with himself, but he couldn’t help the ache in his lower half. His mind drifted to Lucille, but he pushed the thought away once he saw Y/N pull her shirt over her head to reveal that she wasn’t even wearing a bra back at the bar.

“What?” she asked, undoing the button on her pants.

“Y–You weren’t wearing a bra while we were at the bar?”

She shook her head, licking her lips. “Who needs ‘em?”

Negan growled, pulling her to him and running his lips along her neck. He peppered kisses along her soft skin, hearing her whimper as a result. He felt his cock stir awake, pushing against the fabric of his pants. His hands ran along her sides, feeling her skin against his fingertips as he brought both hands to grasp her breasts. She gasped and Negan pulled back to look at her.

“Goddamn, you are beautiful.”

She grinned, pushing him down onto her bed. Y/N undid her pants, pulling them down with her panties as she stood in front of him, naked.

“Take your clothes off,” she demanded.

“Oh, yes ma’am.” Negan nodded, removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Quickly, he undid the buckle on his belt and undid the button and unzipped his pants. Before he could push it down his legs, he watched Y/N kneel down in front of him. Immediately, he got excited about what was to come and he sat up, watching as her hands ran up his legs to the waistband of his pants.

“Can I?” she asked, fluttering her eyes innocently.

Negan smirked, bringing a hand down to cup her cheek. “Oh, you better, doll.”

She grinned and pulled his pants down with his boxers. His cock sprang free, twitching against his lower abdomen as Negan let out a quiet moan at the pressure that was released. He let his hands rest at either side of him, licking his lips.

“Well?” He asked.

“It’s– It’s big.”

He smirked. “It ain’t gonna suck itself, doll.”

“Can you at least say please?”

Negan growled, bringing a hand to grasp a chunk of her hair. He used his free hand to grasp his cock, letting his tip run along her wet lips. “Oh no, doll… If anyone’s going to be begging, it’s going to be you. Now, open up.”

“Happily,” she winked, parting her lips to let his tip slip inside. 

Negan groaned, releasing his cock and allowed her to take hold of it instead. He forced himself to keep it together, feeling her petite hand stroke his member as her lips sucked on his tip. It was the right amount of pleasure that caused his eyes to roll shut.

“Fuck,” he growled.

Y/N was feeling accomplished, slowly moving in sync with her hand and her mouth. She used her hand to stroke what her mouth couldn’t. She could feel him stiffen further and taste the liquid that was leaking at his tip. She was becoming increasingly wet and she wanted to feel him inside of her.

“Get up here,” Negan demanded. He was probably thinking the same thing. “I don’t know how long I’m going to fucking last if you keep doing that.”

She pulled away, licking her lips. “Mm, I really do love blowjobs.”

Negan grunted. He was enjoying her colorful language and the fact that she wasn’t holding anything back. He was used to women, especially Lucille, who didn’t like giving head and he always hated asking for it, but here was someone who eagerly enjoyed it as much as he did receiving it. 

“Where do you want me?” She asked innocently.

“Oh, don’t play that innocent card on me, baby.” Negan grinned, pulling her onto his lap. She felt his tip brush against her opening, causing her to whimper as a result. “We both know how naughty you are.”

She grinned. “Shh, it’s our little secret.” Negan didn’t have time to register or respond because she had grasped his cock, lining his tip to her opening before she slowly lowered herself onto him. He moaned aloud, feeling her tight walls wrap around his cock so eagerly.

“Fucking fuck!” He exclaimed, bringing his hands to her hips. “You feel amazing.”

Her response was a loud moan, slowly lifting herself up and down along him. She pressed her feet on either side of his legs, squatting down repeatedly as she felt his cock stretch her from within. It had been like nothing she felt before and she decided that she was going to stop going after men her own age. After all, she always had a thing for older men.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as her rhythm picked up in speed. 

Negan grunted, allowing her to ride him like her life depended on it. This was definitely better than his hand. 

“Fuck, baby.” Negan grunted, holding her flush against him as she moaned at the feel of him being fully inside her. “Yeah, look at you… Taking that dick like a champ.”

She moaned, staying still for a moment as she wrapped her legs around him. Negan grinned, standing from the bed and slowly lowering her onto her back. He pulled back, looking down at his slickened member once he pulled out.

“No… Come back.” She whimpered, pulling him by the hips.

“Where’s my please?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Please.”

“Good girl.” Negan grinned, grasping his cock and slamming into her. She moaned once more, moving her hands to grasp her sheets tightly. 

Negan didn’t hold back anymore. He continued to slam into her repeatedly, the sounds of their skin slapping echoed throughout her walls. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, causing Negan to lean down to latch his lips onto one of her nipples. Y/N arched her back into his mouth, feeling her walls slowly begin to tighten around him.

“Fuck, I know you’re close… Come for me, baby.” Negan mumbled against her, flicking his tongue against her erected nipple.

With one thrust, he felt her walls tighten almost painfully around him. She practically screamed out in pleasure with her eyes shut and her body shaking against him.

“That’s right… Good girl.” Negan didn’t falter, continuing his thrusts as he felt his own climax approaching. With a few more thrusts, he groaned aloud, filling her opening with his release. 

“Fuck…” He whispered, falling against her. “Fuck.”

She grinned, running her fingertips along his back. 

“You were great,” she said. “Really great.”

Negan smiled, pulling back and slowly pulling out of her. “You were too.”

“Just so we’re clear…” Negan heard her say. “This won’t be happening again.”

Negan arched a brow. “You sure?”

She nodded. “Positive. It’s called a hook up for a reason.”

Negan smiled, pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing his boxers and jeans. She was probably right anyway. He was still married and it wasn’t like they could just be in a relationship after this.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted.” He said, pulling his boxers on to cover himself. Negan took one last glance over her bare body before she covered herself with the blanket.

“I agree. It was– It was sensational.”

“Oh, now you’re stroking my ego.”

“I was stroking something else there for a minute,” she winked.

Negan laughed. “Take it easy, doll. Thank you for an amazing night.”

She nodded, biting her lower lip. “Take care of yourself, Negan.”

Negan gave her one last nod and left her apartment. He sighed, walking to his car and stepping inside. He opened the glove box and pulled out his ring, taking a deep sigh. 

“Back to reality…”

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Part 2.

[sofasoap]

I would like to apologize for the spam liking but I couldn’t help myself. Once I started reading the Lastochka series, I couldn’t stop until I read everything! I think that you single-handedly made me fall in love with Nikolai and I thank you for it!!

Like playing with Russian roulette, even Lady Fortuna's luck runs out.

This is hands down one of the best lines I’ve ever read anywhere! I was literally frothing at the mouth after reading it!

Nikolai screaming “SHE IS MY WIFE!!” will forever be seared into my brain.

"My brother in law."

"I am not your fucken brother in law."

"Yes you are."

"I didn't agree for you to be in my family. grabbing the glass of vodka Sergio offered to him, he sniffed it before taking a sip. " Steaming Jesus, this is some strong stuff.?

"Best Russian Vodka you can get out there".

"Hm. still a bit short compared to the best Scotch whisky." Soap remarked.

Awww, they’re bonding!!

"I am sure my Russian charm will win them over very quickly." Nikolai laughed.You rolled your eyes, his optimism and ego never cease to amaze you.

His charm will win me over any day.

The crack fics literally made me fall over laughing! Like she was more worried about her floors than marrying him. And the “don’t worry, I’m from Russia” taxi meme had me struggling to breathe. 😂😂😂

Also his nicknames for her…..if anyone calls me those I will marry them on the spot!!!

Your Russian was pretty spot on, coming from someone who is part Russian, so you have nothing to worry about on that end! Side note off of that: Anya is also one of my nicknames so it was fun to see it pop up in your story!

I cannot wait for the rest of your Lastochka-Raging Waves series and more Nikolai stuff from you!! Thank you so much for introducing me to this!!! 💕💕💕

First of all… let me give you a hug *hug hug hug* spam reads are always welcome here on this blog ( unless you are a bot lol )

Second.. * deep breath in *

@siilvan @nrdmssgs @gamergirlbones @roosterr @homicidal-slvt we have another victim for the club!!!

Welcome to Nikolai club, or we have another sub-branch, Slavic man club. * handing out brochures * here you will find Nikolai, Makarov, Yuri, and my secret love, Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

I am so happy I have another tick of approval from another Russian speaking person!!

Oh Nik and Soap has this love hate relationship with each other. Poor Mini is the one to keep the equilibrium, keeping the Russian Bear and Scottish Unicorn in check.

As for crack fics… dont ask me what I have in my brain as well when i started it lol. I have a lot of fun throwing crack ideas in, i just want to share my wacky ideas with you peeps out there 😝

Seriously when I started this series I didnt even think too much of it, until middle of it I started to notice there’s other Nik lovers out there slowly crawling out. And to you guys, thank you so much for the support!

Ill try my hardest to make Raging waves a decent series, even if it burns my brain and souls out…,

And again, thank you so much, you have no idea how happy I was waking up to this ask *hug again *