#The assistant (7) - A lost Captain

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (7) - A lost Captain

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, mentions of anal fixation, remorse

The assistant masterlist

Part 6

“Whoa, Capsicle. What crawled up your ass?” Tony snickers.

He only wanted to check on Steve, because he didn’t hear from him for the better of two days. Now he’s watching Steve despair.

His office is a mess. There are papers splattered all over the floor and his desk. His phone won’t stop ringing, and the printer makes an odd noise as it tries to print some pages.

“Uh-I like how you decorated your office. Chaos and despair look good on you.”

“Tony, not now,” Steve jerks his head toward the cocky billionaire. “Since you fired my assistant…” He shakes his head. “No, since Y/N is gone, this office is a mess.”

“Well shit, Capsicle. You wanted her gone. Who would’ve thought, that she takes harassment and the way you treated her personally?” Tony sneers. “It was you and Sandy making the best assistant and friendliest person I ever met leave. Shame on you.”

“I was-“ Steve wrinkles his forehead. “I don’t know, Tony. Maybe it was the way Sandy treated me. She showered me with attention, and deep down inside, the young boy was all too happy to give in to her advances.”

Tony makes a retching sound. “Steve, too much information. I don’t want to know about your sex life. Keep little Steve out of our conversations. Please.”

“I didn’t…I mean…I would’ve but…you know,” Steve sighs. “I didn’t have sex with her. Sandy got mad as you fired her, and I refused to help her get her job back. It took me a while to realize that I made a grave mistake.”

“Good for you,” Tony smirks. He looks around the room one last time. “Don’t worry. Rumors say Y/N found a new job in no time.”

He hates to admit it, but guilt is eating Steve up. “Good for her. I hope they treat her better than I did. I even forgot to buy her lunch.”

“Yeah…I mean…she will get free cookies and cupcakes every day. Not to forget to mention they will shower her with attention.”

“Who?” Steve quirks a brow. “What are you talking about? Y/N is not that kind of girl! She’s a good girl.”

 “Poor sheltered Steve,” Tony grins. “She moved in with six brothers, Capsicle. Do you think they let her move in to play cards all night?"

Steve looks at his shield, swallowing thickly. What has he done?

Steven Grant Rogers. The golden boy. Captain America himself pushed you into the arms of six men.

He doesn’t want to think about all the things they will do to you.

“How’s that?” Jake smiles wildly when you take a large bite of the cookie he made only for you. He loves to experiment in the kitchen, and even more to share the experience with you.

“Perfect,” you chew audibly. “Is that cinnamon and blueberry?” You moan. “The taste is…I can’t describe it.”

“I’ll put it on the card.”

You love how excited Jake gets when he bakes. He grins and does a little dance before adjusting his classes.

“Aw, I love this so much more than sitting at my office all day,” you glance at the cookies, licking your lips. “I shouldn’t eat more, but…”

“Free cookies for my girl,” Jake shoves another cookie in your mouth. “You’re perfect the way you are, Sweetie. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Jake watches you munch another cookie. He just loves watching you relaxed and happy. “You are going to make me burp if you stuff me with more cookies!”

“I got cupcakes too,” he purrs and points at the cupcakes he baked this morning. “Which one do you want to taste first?”

“You’re a menace,” you sigh. “I can’t eat more, Jake. I love your food but, I’m full.”

“Alright. Jake and Y/N are not around. Now we can get to the plan,” Lloyd points out. “We need to strike hard and fast. I want a hand grenade in Captain Asshole’s ass within the next few days.”

“Lloyd, we talked about your anal fixation, didn’t we?” Andy rolls his eyes as his brother won’t stop making stupid plans. “Did you forget he’s living at the Avengers tower, surrounded by the Avengers? They have a Hulk; we only got you…and your mustache.”

“Ah, we got a little more than my mustache to beat the shit out of Captain America.” Lloyd unlocks his phone to show Andy the tank he got not months ago.

“You’ve got a fucking tank? Lloyd, did you lose your mind? You can’t buy a tank!” Andy throws his hands up as his brother is rather unimpressed. “I mean it!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Andy,” Lloyd tuts. “I didn’t buy it. It was a gift from one of our business partners. They are very generous.”

“Yeah, because you fucked her,” Ari sneers. “I wouldn’t have poked that bitch with a stick.” He shudders.

“My dick made sure that we got a tank and a rocket launcher for free.” Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. “What?” He glares at Curtis. “Don’t act like you are better. You fucked every bimbo coming to your path.”

“Hmm…if you are busy fucking other girls, I can try to make a move on Y/N,” Mike says more to himself than his brothers. He nods, and already thinks about your first date. “I’ll ask her out.”

“Hey, we saw her first,” Ari and Curtis say in unison. “If anyone asks her out, it’s me.”

“Can you stop with the sync shit?” Lloyd wrinkles his nose. “I hate when you do this! And I’m the one who saw her first.”

“Jake saw her first,” Andy corrects. “But I don’t care. I think Pookie is the right girl for me. She’s smart, cute, and sweet. I like it.”

“You like to corrupt the sweet ones,” Curtis snaps at his brother. “You’ll keep your hands off her!”

“Guys! We made…” you burst into the room, grinning wildly. “You need to try the cupcakes Jakie made!” You frown as the brothers look like they were about to attack each other. “What’s wrong?”

“We tried to decide on what we want to order for dinner,” Lloyd lies. He doesn’t want you to know they were fighting over you. “How was your day, Cupcake?”

“It was great! I checked on the numbers for a few hours, and then Jake let me taste his cookies!”

Lloyd’s features darken. “He let you taste his cookies?” He cocks his head to size Jake up.

“Yeah. He made some with cinnamon and blueberries,” you excitedly tell the brothers about the cookies and cupcakes. “How about pasta for dinner?”

“If you want noodles, you’ll get them.” Lloyd purrs. “How about a real thick—” Andy slaps the back of his brother’s head to stop him from saying something stupid. “Let’s order takeout.”

“Let’s order food and have a…MOVIE NIGHT!” You clap your hands. “What do we want to watch?”

The brothers watch you with amusement as you walk around the room, telling them every detail about the movie you want to watch with them.

“You heard the lady,” Mike says. “We need to order food!”

Part 8

[starsandhughes]

things that happened in the nhl today (that i am aware of) (monday, november 27)

1. corey perry doing the dirty with the child's mom rumors

2. tyson barrie called roman josi hot

3. the w*ld fired their head coach and assistant coach

4. the battle of the tkachuk's game had a total of 167 penalty minutes which surpassed the most combined penalty minutes in a game last season that had 166, which also a sens v panthers game

5. zack macewen of the sens got a match penalty for elbowing matthew in the head (he attacked him let's be real. matty's back was turned) and then the broadcasters showed matthew and brady yelling at each other

6. it was released that pat*ick k*ne wants to go to the dallas stars as his main choice, literally nobody wants this

7. stars beat reporter made an article of the stars's nicknames and the reasonings and it was beautiful and eye opening

8. the devils visited a hospital and some cute content came out of that

9. rangers and the bruins, aka the top two teams in the league currently, both lost to teams that are... not in the top ten and many non-fans of those teams were shocked

10. it was announced that the nhl 2024 all star game will be picked via draft. celebrities and captains will be the ones selecting players

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 7)

au masterlist

y/ndevils00

liked by ehaula, lhughes_06, and 232,641 others

y/ndevils00 well… that’s Devils hockey

tonight we lost 3-4 to the desert dogs, losing out on the ever coveted second point in a shootout

uncle u-haula got put in timeout, but he played rock paper scissors with me while he was in there, so i’m giving him some leeway… even though he beat me 4 times 😑

my sweet blonde from ikea land got TWO goals tonight! TWO! I’M SO PROUD OF MY JESPER THE FRIENDLY GHOST!

and my favorite sandwich: ham, got a goal!! YOU GO, GIRL!! POP OFF!

we had a staggering 16 penalty minutes tonight, including 2 penalties from idiot number 2, and LUKEY’S FIRST NHL PENALTY!! CONGRATULATIONS SMUSH, YOU’RE AN NHL PLAYER!!! IT REALLY IS A BUSINESS NOW!

my boyfriend chose to disappoint me tonight, he got no penalties… thanks babe 😐

captain slut struck again tonight! bending over like… well, you guys get it 🤭

and finally, the holy duo sums up my faces during this game!

good luck on monday, boys! seems like you need it!

tagged ehaula, jesperbratt, dougieham, john.marino97, lhughes_06, and nicohischier

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jackhughes i got an assist on all of our goals tonight…. i got THREE points!

y/ndevils00 yeah, and no penalties! disappointing!

jackhughes why do i even try

y/ndevils00 i’ve been wondering the same thing tbh

user92 someone please give me a relationship like jack and y/n!

john.marino97 did i at least make you happy with my penalties?

y/ndevils00 no. we needed you and you decided to relax for 4 minutes

john.marino97 I DIDN’T DECIDE TO? I HAD NO CHOICE

y/ndevils00 disappointing. very.

lhughes_06 i’m sorry for getting a penalty, i didn’t mean to!

y/ndevils00 don’t apologize for anything, smush! you did great! i loved your penalty!

john.marino97 WHAT?!

john.marino97 HE GETS A PENALTY AND YOU COMPLIMENT HIM, BUT I GET A PENALTY AND YOU WHIP ME WITH A TOWEL AND TELL ME TO “PULL MY SHIT TOGETHER” ?!

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 this isn’t about you. god, so self-centered

john.marino97 i give up

user65 y/n and john are the epitome of tough love

dawson1417 when did i make that face?! do i make that face a lot?!

y/ndevils00 definitely a fair amount

dawson1417 oops

y/ndevils00 no oops, that face was warranted!

nicohischier why?

y/ndevils00 because i can!

nicohischier well you shouldn’t

y/ndevils00 why not? :(

nicohischier oh. no sad face please

y/ndevils00 :(

nicohischier damnit. you can.

y/ndevils00 :)

ehaula it’s not my fault you suck at rock paper scissors!

y/ndevils00 i do not!

ehaula you always choose paper!

y/ndevils00 psychology class told me men like to choose rock! psychology lied to me!

ehaula i don’t think you can blame psychology for you choosing paper 6 times in a row

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 you’re smart! tell him it can!

john.marino97 um.. it can? i guess?

user17 john in the box… i love bad boys

dougieham i popped off! 🤪

y/ndevils00 HELL YEAH YOU DID!!

jesperbratt i’m proud of you too!!

jackhughes what are you proud of HER for? taking pictures?

jesperbratt yeah!

y/ndevils00 oh 🥹

y/ndevils00 please adopt me

jackhughes dove, you have parents

y/ndevils00 yeah, jesper and nicole now!

jackhughes i’m telling your mom

y/ndevils00 please don’t! she’ll ground me!

jackhughes you’re 22 years old?

y/ndevils00 okay, and? are you not still afraid of your mother at 22?

jackhughes NO?!

y/ndevils00 oh

y/ndevils00 just me then?

jackhughes just you, baby

[multifandomworldsposts]

🕸️☠️KINKTOBER 2023 🎃👻

* my very first kinktober!!

hope everyone enjoys these fanfics and you can always do a request for kinktober as well!!

Day 1: Bradley Bradshaw (halloween party)

Day 2: JJ Maybank (cockblocking)

Day 3: Harry Styles (Shower Sex)

Day 4: Austin!Elvis Presley (father figure)

Day 5: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Getting Caught)

Day 6: Jack Chambers (Having An Affair)

Day 7: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (Throwing a Party)

Day 8: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky (Taking Polaroids)

Day 9: Ashton Irwin (Car Sex)

Day 10: John B (Late Night Talking)

Day 11: Arthur Curry (Swimming Around)

Day 12: Shawn Mendes (Going To a Hotel)

Day 13: Austin Butler (After Party)

Day 14: Luke Hemmings (Australian Love Affair)

Day 15: Damon Salvatore (Vampire Training)

Day 16: Colby Brock (Finally Meeting)

Day 17: Louis Tomlinson (Wearing Lingerie)

Day 18: Joe Burrow (Having Sex At a Nightclub)

Day 19: Calum Hood (Being His Personal Stripper)

Day 20: Harry Styles (Being His Favorite Prostitute)

Day 21: Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw (11th Anniversary)

Day 22: Brian O’Conner (Married To Him)

Day 23: Ponyboy Curtis (Running Away)

Day 24: Clark Kent (Saved By Superman)

Day 25: Steve Rogers (Being Captain America’s Assistant)

Day 26: Rafe Cameron (Sex On The Beach)

Day 27: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn (Sneaking Around)

Day 28: Theo Raeken (Keeping a Secret)

Day 29: Elvis Presley (Being His Mistress)

Day 30: Michael Emerson (The Lost Boy)

Day 31: Peter Parker (To The Edge of Heaven)

[lordoftherazzles]

🍃 As The Tide Turns ‣ (4/9) ‣ The lost treasure of Durin the Deathless has been sought by many and found by none, but to Bilbo Baggins, it’s merely another riddle just waiting to be solved. The self-proclaimed “Deathless” expert finds himself whisked away aboard The Ravenheart, led by the infamous Captain Oakenshield, and the two embark on an unexpected journey to solve one of history’s biggest mysteries. (pirate au, teen and up, 23k)

🍃 Between Vices and Virtues ‣ (6/6) ‣ King Thorin Durinson has only held the throne for a few months after the death of his greedy predecessor. When Shire Inquiry journalist Bilbo Baggins is brought in to observe a meeting of powers, it's quickly made apparent that Thorin's sheltered and strict lifestyle has him completely disconnected from those he rules, as well as his family. It's up to Bilbo to show Thorin that the world is worth exploring and that not everything is as it seems. (modern royalty au, gen, 40k)

🍃 Bookbinder//Songwriter ‣ (13/???) ‣ Thorin Durinul has always dreamed of making it to the big leagues in the music industry. Ered Luin’s newest citizen, Bilbo Baggins, an aspiring writer and all-around bookworm, has recently taken ownership of the mountain town’s dusty old corner shop, now, Bag End Books. They weren’t looking for love, but now they can’t imagine tackling life’s challenges without each other. (modern band/bookshop au, explicit, 76k)

🍃 Dragonhearted ‣ (15/15) ‣ Thorin lives a life of solitude since Smaug’s curse fell upon Erebor. That is, until a brave hobbit turns the mountain upside down with little fear of Thorin’s snarls, scales and enchanted company, and learns to love a beast. (beauty & the beast au, explicit, 83k)

🍃 Forget-Me-Not ‣ (3/3) ‣ After the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin remains out of consciousness until his outbursts of pain become too much for Bilbo to witness. Bilbo - the hobbit whom Thorin married in Lake-town - begs Gandalf for assistance. Magic may have pulled the pain away and brought Thorin to a lucid state, but it also took his memories of the quest, Bilbo, and their marriage, away from him. Now, with a fair warning from Gandalf that rushing Thorin's memories too quickly may cause him to relapse, Bilbo must tread carefully around his feelings, while Thorin is dead-set on courting the hobbit he can't remember he married. (post-botfa/amnesia au, gen, 14k)

🍃 Fuck Thy Neighbor ‣ (7/7) ‣ Bilbo and Thorin have a past, one that spans no longer than one wild evening which resulted in far too many drinks, a 24-hour chapel, and not knowing the other’s last name. They both thought they could simply ‘deal with it later’. When ‘later’ finally arrives, they must learn how to co-exist now as neighbors, but also as accidental newlyweds. (accidental marriage/neighbors au, explicit, 31k)

🍃 Golden Hearts Bleed Faster ‣ (1/9) ‣ Bilbo Baggins, Prince of the Shire, has been left with a kingdom on his back and a ring in his hand after the unexpected death of his parents. Bodyguard Thorin Oakenshield has been brought in to see to the prince’s safety, and do a little investigating of his own on the matter in hopes of coming face to face with the one who turned his mountain, and his life, upside down some years prior. (modern royalty/bodyguard au, teen+, 3.5k)

🍃 Kurdu 'abadaz ‣ (6/10) ‣ It's said the Arkenstone is the literal heart of the mountain with a pulse of its own, ensuring life can sustain within it, but it's also been said that the Arkenstone can drive any king mad. Not every curse of madness is the same. When Thorin Oakenshield is plucked from his eternal slumber by some miracle of the stone, he must work with Bilbo to navigate this new world and what it means for the both of them. (post-botfa/supernatural au, explicit, 34k)

🍃 May Your Forge Burn Bright ‣ (18/18) ‣ Thorin labors as a blacksmith within the world of men to support his family and the other displaced dwarves of Erebor. Change comes to his monotonous routine when the smithy he works in unexpectedly comes under a hobbit’s management. (pre-quest au, explicit, 109k)

🍃 (Take Me Back To) The Night We Met ‣ (6/6) ‣ On a night when The Green Dragon Inn is out of vacancy, Bilbo Baggins opens up his home to a trio of displaced and rain-soaked dwarves. The two children of the bunch are happy to have a temporary home away from the rain, but their uncle, Thorin, sees it only as a debt to be repaid. (pre-quest au, gen, 25k)

🍃 They Stole My Heart (Along With the Rest of Him) ‣ (6/6) ‣ After departing less than amicably, Thorin and Bilbo find themselves pining over memories and questions of ‘what if’ without any courage to seek out the answers themselves. So their friends and family step in to help…some more forcefully than others. (post-botfa/kidnap au, teen and up, 21k collab with @sunnyrosewritesstuff)

🍃 When Darkness Shines Brightest ‣ (10/10) ‣ As the Master of Shadows and King Under the Mountain, Thorin lives burdened with guilt and loss, for Erebor is dark, dead, and on the brink. That is until he finds a possible solution to save his people in a being that radiates light and life. But is it truly possible to save them all from the shadows he created? (hades&persephone/TNBC au, teen and up, 58k)

🍃 Where The Shadows Lie ‣ (8/???) ‣ Bag End Bed & Breakfast collects more dust than customers these days. An unexpected visit lands a company of royal vampires into Bilbo’s care. As he learns to coexist, he discovers secrets to his lineage. (vampire/slayer au, explicit, 59k)

[s0lam33y]

Slip up

[Day 7: AU]

A/N: it’s the last day of Shuriri week omgg. That makes me kind sad but I’ll probably keep posting shuriri stuff for this event! 

@shuririweek @mal-urameshi @neptoons1998

“We’ll get them next time.” M’Baku sighs beneath his breath as he glances at the team across the field. He begins to massage his temples, something he does to control his temper. We have to go home with no trophy or celebration while they’ll have parades and praise waiting for them. The United States Versus Wakanda wasn’t going to be an easy win by any means but a loss was never on our mind. It never is, until it happens.

Truth is, I’m supposedly the best goalie on the planet. And I’ve never denied that not until today. They have a new player on their team though traded from a private club.

“Shuri, Alright. It is not your fault we lost, we did our best.” M’Baku says very matter of factly as he glares at the entirety of our opposing team. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and rub at my eyes. It’s been a long day and my adrenaline is still too high.

The entire team is celebrating but one, the new players Rianna Williams. She’s their best, scored on me during penalty kicks and somehow the ball surpassed my hands. She’s their captain as well, one of the best female soccer players there is to date. She had amazing assists, I can’t deny that.

So for someone so decorated, I wonder why she chooses not to celebrate such a win.

“She played very well.” I mention while leaning into Ayo. She nods her head in agreement as we begin to jog to the middle of the field, to begin shaking their hands as a sign of respect and sportsmanship.

“She did…young..talented…gifted.” Ayo lists off. The lights are bright, fans are roaring which makes complete sense as this is a home game for the U.S.

We begin shaking the hands of every player on the United States Team and when I finally reach Rianna Williams, a hard look fills her face, one that I can’t exactly define.

“You played well.” I murmur, still quite a bit winded from the game. She gives my hand a firm squeeze. I look down and notice that her nails are painted a deep shade of navy blue.

“So did you.”

“Then celebrate, you don’t know if you’ll win the next time we play you.” A smile makes its way to her face and I think it’s more beautiful than any goal she’s scored on me.

“We’ll see about that, butterfingers.”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Congrats for 1000 followers 🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳

2: “I want to fuck you until you can only remember my name.”　,Steve Rogers, 7: Mutual pining

for soulmate au,please🥺🥺

Waiting for a Sign

Steve Rogers x soulmate!reader

Sometimes the answer is right in front of your face

Warnings: some smut but not fully smut, both reader and Steve are virgins but Steve is a closet freak (as we all know he is), mutual pining, semi-public sex, fingering

WC: 2.1k

Minors DNI

2: “I want to fuck you until you can only remember my name.” 7: Mutual pining 1: Soulmate au

1000 Follower Celebration

Steve was a stupid man. Not in the way you’d think though. He was highly intelligent in many aspects, he could easily read people’s behaviours, he knew many languages (French was his favourite), and his memory was downright perfect. But for all those smarts and talents, he was still a complete idiot, as Sam loved to remind him.

The main reason he was an idiot was in regards to his soulmate. The person he was destined to spend eternity with, to marry and have a family, to have everything he’s ever dreamed about. A symbol had been carved onto his collarbone the day he turned 18, the black ink standing out against his naturally pale skin.

It was a collection of stars that seemingly formed the petals of a rose. He adored it. All his adult life, he imagined the person that wore the same mark. What would they be like? He knew that, whoever they were, they would be the most beautiful person in existence. He had no doubt about that.

But after coming out of the ice, he lost almost all hope that he was ever going to find them. Sam told him not to give up, that they may be closer than he thinks. He ignores him, there are bigger fish to fry now. But sometimes, he lets himself dream, particularly of the plump little woman that was recently hired in Stark Industries as Pepper’s new assistant, Y/N.

“Such an idiot.” The Falcon sighs, watching his friend do his usual morning routine, completely oblivious to the loving gaze of the new addition to the tower from only a few feet away. “Tell me about it.” Natasha huffs glaring at the pair who unknowingly dance around each other.

“Is there a reason we can’t tell them? You know for a fact it would make our lives easier.” “They have to figure it out for themselves. But yes, it could be so much easier if we just told them.” Sam retorted, rolling his eyes as Y/N’s head snapped down to her (locked) phone, pretending not to have been staring at Captain America when he turned back around. 

Steve sighed as he looked down at the young woman. She was wearing her usual work attire, a plain emerald blouse with a high waisted pleated skirt that always swayed around her plump ass, not that Steve ever noticed that (he totally did). The matching blazer was hanging over the chair she was perched on, along with the small over the shoulder bag she carried with her everywhere. She was beautiful, no doubt about that, but more than that, she was kind and intelligent and the most genuine person he had ever met.

As he sipped from his coffee, Steve couldn’t help but trace the soft lines of her curves while she was distracted with her phone, presumably finalising Pepper’s schedule for the day. “…Steve? Did you hear what I said?” His head snapped up, face flushing at having been caught.

“What?” Nat’s forehead fell to the kitchen counter, grunting in annoyance. The younger man groaned and repeated his question. “Are you coming down to train, man?” “Yeah yeah um, I’ll be down in a minute.” He stammered, trying to hide his blush behind the coffee mug, eyes darting away as Y/N looked up from her phone giggling at Steve’s expression. His cheeks got even redder.

“Alright! Enough of that! We’ll see you down there.” Sam clapped him on the shoulder as he and Nat left the room. Silence settled over the pair, neither of them perceiving the tension hanging thickly in the air. She smiled kindly at the Captain and his heart skipped a beat. Her eyes shone in the morning light, her dewy skin looked incredibly soft.

Y/N watched as Steve seemed to zone out. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet her plump bottom lip. He was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. With his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw, as well as a body that could’ve been carved from marble, he was statuesque. He handled himself with more grace than she would’ve expected from a man that doubled in size and weight in less than 10 minutes. His blue eyes shone in the early morning sun, always reflecting deep emotion that seemed to draw her in. And just as she was about to speak, “Y/N! There you are! I’ve had some last minute changes.” Pepper strolled into the room, not at all caring about whatever was going on in the kitchen. 

Steve took that as his cue to slip away, trying desperately to ignore the heat in his cheeks. 

——————

“Oh oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Y/N hissed as the piping hot coffee ran down her front, staining her blouse. The agent that had come around the corner too quickly and without looking and practically dumped the hot beverage onto her was furiously apologetic. “L-let me get you some napkins! I feel so awful!” Y/N waved her off. “It’s fine, I was feeling a bit cold anyway.” She joked, accepting some of the paper towels the agent shoved at her, and dabbing the hot liquid from her chest.

She sighed. This was just great. First she had been benched while Pepper ran meetings with Tony, left Y/N to do all of the paperwork and Pepper wasn’t exaggerating when she said it was a shit-ton. Then, her favourite cafe ran out of her favourite sandwiches so she didn’t have time to find another place to eat lunch, and now, her favourite blouse was stained with the dark brown liquid.

“Just go.” She said to the agent. “I know there’s a mission debrief soon that you can’t miss.” The woman seemed relieved. “Thank you so much and I’m so sorry about this.” And she scampered off. Y/N huffed, still blotting at the dark stain as she walked back to her office, grumbling about how crap her day has gotten.

Thank god Pepper gave her an office with blinds and a solid wood door. Peeling off her blazer and shirt, she pulled out more tissues from her desk, trying to wipe up as much of the coffee as possible not only from the fabric, but also from her skin. She was so grateful she wasn’t wearing a nice bra today, so only her shitty brassiere was stained. Laying her shirt over the small heater in the corner, she turned to throw away the damp tissues when her door was opened.

“Hey Y/N! I noticed you didn’t have any lunch today so I got you this sandwich…” Steve trailed off, frozen in place in the middle of the entryway, a brown paper bag and a to-go cup in hand. “Steve!” She screeched, attempting to cover her naked top half as he stood there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Close the door!”

He did so. “With you on the other side!” “Oh oh right.” But he made no move to leave, his blue eyes flicking down to her full bust. Heat crawled up her neck as he studied her. “Steve go.” She pleaded, starting to get more self conscious. “Your soul mark.”

Y/N looked down at the tattoo-like drawing on her chest, the rose made of stars looked like it had been painted onto her skin, she usually covered it up since it was in more of an intimate place. “W-what about it?” She tried to turn away but Steve was faster. He dropped the cup and the bag, his big hand grabbing her shoulder to keep her in place. 

With a quick move, his own tight shirt had been pulled over his head and cast to the side. Y/N squeaked, eyes darting to anywhere that wasn’t the super soldier’s body. “Look.” Calloused fingers guided her jaw down and she gasped. There on the Captain America’s very sculpted pec, was a rose made from stars. Tentatively reaching out, she touched his warm skin, tracing the delicate lines of the mark.

“It’s you?” He nodded, a relieved smile overcoming his features. “I’ve waited a lifetime for you.” They paused for a brief moment before their lips crashed together. The kiss was by no means romantic or tender, it was all teeth and tongues as months of tension finally snapped. Muscular arms wrapped tightly around her thick waist to pull her even closer, the need to feel each other growing at an alarming rate.

Y/N’s hands slid up his strong back and tangled in his perfect blond hair, her soft stomach pressed against him, moaning into Steve’s mouth as she felt the length of his hard cock on her tummy. Suddenly she pulled away. “Wait Steve. I have to tell you something.” His grip loosened slightly. “What is it? Do you not want to do this?” She shook her head. “No no. I do. I’ve wanted this for so long. I just- I’ve never done this before.” 

His blue eyes widened before they got darker, lust radiating from them. He dipped down and met her lips once more, immediately snaking his tongue into her mouth, one big palm cupping her plump ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Me neither.” He groaned in between kisses. “Do you know how hot that is?” Sloppy kisses were placed down her jaw as he spoke. “That we will only have each other for the rest of our lives. That I will only be yours and you will only be mine.”

Y/N moaned, guiding his head to her throat, where he proceeded to bite and suckle the delicate skin, leaving deep marks that she would definitely struggle to cover up tomorrow. “I’m yours Steve. All yours.” Heat pooled between her legs, soaking her panties through. The bigger man rolled his hips into her, desperately trying to relieve his aching cock.

She gasped as her ass collided with the edge of her desk, several items falling to the floor, but Steve didn’t relent, he couldn’t. Not when he finally had her in his arms. Sharp nails scraped down his back and he growled into her neck. His mind was overloaded with  sensations, the way Y/N was mewling into the air, the feel of her skin beneath his lips, the smell of her weeping cunt which seemed to invade his senses with a tangy sweetness, the taste of her sweat on his tongue.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

Thick fingers slipped down her front, nudging her skirt up over her hips so his warm palm could cup her clothed pussy. “Are you ok with this? We can slow down.” She shook her head, hand falling to his wrist and pushing it even closer to the sizable wet patch in her panties. “I want this so bad. Please.” Steve felt like his knees were about to give in as she looked up at him with big doe eyes. 

“Ok ok, lemme just prep you first, I don’t want to hurt you petal.” Oh god, he was going to be the death of her. With delicate movements, like he hadn’t just been sucking on her neck like a fucking vampire, Steve lowered her soaked panties, letting them drop to the floor. He kept his eyes lock on hers as his hand slid up her soft inner thigh, the calloused tips of his fingers barely brushing the folds of her sex. “Steve please.” She breathed, rolling her hips down, needing him to touch her.

But he continued to tease, seemingly hypnotised by the way her wetness gathered on his hand and shimmered in the white light of the fluorescent bulbs above them. It was pure torture, he was so close to where she needed him but still so far away. It just slipped out, her mind already going hazy. “Please Captain.”

The growl that resonated through his chest was downright feral, it was deep and almost animalistic, like she was suddenly trapped in her office with a bear and not a man. “I want to fuck you until you can only remember my name.” In a surprisingly bold move, Y/N bit down on his ear lobe before whispering. “Then do it, Captain.” Steve grabbed her by her wide hips to plant her on top of the desk, immediately stepping between her thick thighs.

His lips were already swollen from their kisses, his pale face a dark red with a flush that spread down his chest. “This may hurt.” His breathing was ragged and he looked to be at the very end of his composure. Wrapping her legs around his small waist, Y/N brought his body to hers, the blunt head of his cock pressed tightly to her virgin opening. “Hurt me.” 

Steve’s blue eyes fluttered and his breath hitched. “You’re going to regret that little girl.” He growled and pushed in, fitting together like a missing puzzle piece. Both exactly where they were meant to be.

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Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Chapter 8: I Think I Thought I Saw You Try

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the shape of your former best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can’t afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you’ve missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same.

Chapter 7 // Masterlist // AO3 Version // Chapter 9

No doubt that Čiernik’s (insanely wrong) impression of Shepherd attempting to double-cross him had been corrected, but you had no idea whether or not Shepherd would continue this alliance after Čiernik lost all three of his hostages. The idea of making a deal with Čiernik to secure some intel on Shepherd crossed your mind briefly. But the Odristan Special Forces nullified that possibility before it even hit the table, and you weren’t about to disregard the impact this man had on your allies, especially when you’d been absent from your post for two days in Čiernik’s pocket.

You had the suspicion – and by that, it meant you were likely correct in thinking – that Fernandez just wanted this embarrassing matter put to sleep and so he was agreeing to the OSF’s requests faster than usual. This wasn’t his first colleague gone AWOL in the name of national security, but that only made it worse. He wanted to get his own tent in order before he could even attempt to send you after anyone outside the tent pissing in next.

Your first day back was spent without a break once you’d rested your eyes for the first few minutes. Too busy was your mind thinking about your initial task: collecting the list of those who hadn’t made it out of Shepherd’s villa, whose families you would visit if you made it out of this, funerals you’d attend, names you’d remember until your dying breath. Just as important was checking in on those alive. You’d charged Soap and Gaz with their cleaning house expertise to prepare for your plan whilst ensuring that both were ready. Additionally, Captain Minkowski of the OSF was more than happy to assist the final push on someone who had been a pain in his backside for the last couple of years.

Price introduced you to the new arrivals in Bravo team, just as you did with the rest of Sierra. The both of you looked beat to hell, stitched up and aching amidst a sea of soldiers ready for a fight. The recruit in you liked to think it earned you some credit amongst them. As if your role didn’t already do that.

It was just you and Crash left from the original outset, with Bronze hospitalised - against his wishes which he made known the second he came to in his cot – and Chance forced to maintain stiff posture at all costs until her stitches had healed. Again, the recruit in you almost yearned for the bedrest your subordinates were forced to follow. That recruit, so fresh-faced and naïve, you wished they’d remained in your history. Not poking up and prodding in present day matters, staring at the vulnerabilities in your comrades uniforms: slivers of skin at the end of jacket sleeves, bare faces barely obscured by the rim of your helmets, tactile trousers that wouldn’t stand a chance against any weapon. Most of all, your former self wished that every decision was the right one. Nothing was ever black and white, but questioning consistently only drove you closer towards insanity because the questioning didn’t know where to end, skipping through the last weeks, sowing doubts and veering dangerously near to where you’d tucked away your past with Price. You wanted to shun your old self back into a cupboard and lock them away until you weren’t sober - or with a medical professional who wouldn’t section you for getting het up over an old flame that never lit.

Since Crash was still en route from the doghouse, you tasked her with organising the blockades around Nemšiná. You didn’t feel nauseous with misplaced guilt anymore; you were on some serious painkillers.

The rest of your new to-do list was carried out by all forces combined: roads rammed to block any escape, barrages ready to crank up the pressure on your enemy, a circumference of sniper nests covering from afar in case any made it out Nemšiná’s limits, and the battering rams of your teams ready to arrest and recover.

Your replacement watch from your pack rested on your wrist, hands tucked under your vest where they warmed in preparation for accurate and immediate instincts to flow. You counted down in your head as Crash parked the vehicle at the edge of the town, before you called for your team’s attention on the radio.

“We’re go for Nemšiná. We have execute authority for Čiernik, but watch yourself for any civilians still held here.”

An echo of “Copy that, Sierra-7” bounced through your earpiece.

Latching eye contact onto your Sergeant, you said under your breath, “Let’s clear this up.”

Three of your fingers counted down the swing of Soap’s sledgehammer, precisely knocking it in.

First house revealed supposed civilians: a family of four eating dinner when you bust down the door and held them at gunpoint, your team clearing the house. But then Soap found guns taped beneath the table and boxes of bullets hidden in a China cabinet. In a split second, you had to decipher whether the parents were forced to hide those weapons or willingly did so, before one of the OSF escorted the kids to the nearest transportation for the safe-zone and two more took the parents for further questioning.

Mentally, you checked the address off now that your team had cleared the house and moved to the next. Concentric circles weaved their way into the heart of Nemšiná, where you and Price had been captured, the OSF and SAS moving like spiders fighting for the fly at the centre of the web. Your next several breaches continued to house civilians, who were whisked away if incriminating evidence was found or left behind without any promise of fixing their doors. Footing the bill was on no soldier’s mind. Maybe Shepherd could sign a few checks as part of his court-ordered penance if that pipe dream ever became a reality.

The surprise of the breaches kept your cover, allowing you to funnel civilians to safety or have your demand for surrender sated instantly by any reinforcements that were enjoying a tea break.

About two thirds into your route to the centre, you got the information that an armed squad of twenty had been caught by OSF. Still no sign of Čiernik, but his power was weakening by the second. You could feel it in the air, a surge of your own abilities overtaking that of the locale as you leapt over the fence into the mansion’s compound with only one adversary heading your way.

You aimed fast. But they dropped to the ground with a bullet from Price, straight through the temples. The soldier dropped to the floor, following the bullet’s trajectory to the left, and Price advanced on him from the other side of the compound to fire another two bullets into its nose, destroying the soldier’s chances of being recognised.

“I think you got him,” You said sarcastically. Your stomach still twisted with the half desire to kick Price – especially when he let out a dismissive sigh and a shrug in response. Signalled for the rest of your crew to follow, “Sierra-7 to Sierra-Bravo team. Begin planting the seeds.”

Reaching up for your gas mask, you were suddenly slammed back against a giant plant pot hosting another palm tree incompatible with the climate. In a fit of rage, Čiernik rabidly raised a knife to bury in your throat. It was just so handy that you were able to get a punch in first that sent him flying back.

“He’s mi-” Price halted as you shot Čiernik through the skull, putting him down like a dog, in his own back garden.

Price altered the end of his sentence, “Never mind.”

Sending Price and his team back to the rear end of the house, you spared one more glance down at Čiernik, his brains decorating the jade grass like pieces of pomegranate. Ultimately, this felt underwhelming after what he did. Things always were in war. Just as underwhelming as facing General Shepherd in the inevitable hearings that your black box’s evidence would extend.

A brief sigh of resignation was the only other thing you gave Čiernik before pulling on your gas mask and instructing your team to mimic you.

The breach of the mansion was loud and fast, no time for the sympathisers to respond to the tear gas cannisters that smashed through windows and fogged up each room that had barely recovered from the last invasion.

Captured, knocked out, slaughtered: these were the only results you allowed the remaining sympathisers to achieve as you swept through the floors. Your breath hollowed in your mask, dangling itself in front of the soldiers who choked on their tongues before you, needing only a light kick to submit to your authority.

A strong gust of Nemšinian wind gave you a firm pat between the shoulder blades as you stared down at Čiernik far below in the grass. His motionless body was currently feeding the ground with the life essence he no longer needed. Sweat pooling along the edges of your helmet, you resisted the urge to wiped beneath them and the coarse strap that held your chin hostage.

“Why was it easy?” You whispered to yourself.

You didn’t expect an answer but, from over your shoulder, Gaz snorted, “You call that easy, Cap?”

“It was,” You insisted, then you caught yourself. You were not about to continue a conversation with a Sergeant that wasn’t yours, solidifying the doubts you were letting out too soon. “Suppose he became disposable to Shepherd. We cleared up a loose end for him.

Gaz nodded assuredly, either taking your bait or playing along, “This’ll make Shepherd slip up. This whole place, it’ll be a blow to his arsenal, and now we’ve got an actual paper trail against him.”

The cynical and realistic sides to you paired up and refused to hold out much hope of General Shepherd being held to account for his actions. It would be stupid of you to think that this was the end. Another ego-driven dickhead would leap at the power vacuum opportunity. You were certain Gaz knew this too. However, Gaz’s wit and confidence was contagious and you appreciated again why Price spoke so highly of him – maybe even understand why Crash was so eager to risk her job for him.

Which is exactly who Gaz made a beeline for when you returned to the OSF base half an hour later.

Tactfully ignoring the restrained reunion, you headed towards the designated tent and tackled your gas mask back to your pack. Ghost approached the table from the opposite angle, just behind Price.

“You broken?” You asked them both.

“Fine,” both replied.

However, you rolled your eyes at Ghost, “Go to the medic.”

“Hmm?” Price frowned at you then at Ghost before he saw his Lieutenant shift on the spot, an almost invisible limp from his right calf, blood blending in with the dark wash of his trousers. Price folded his arms and said disapprovingly, “Simon.”

“I’m fine,” Ghost repeated.

“Go to the medic,” You repeated in a quietly firm voice.

Ghost let out a sigh that seemed to originate from deep within his bones, muffled by his mask. Your eyebrows shooting up held him accountable and he finally replied.

“Yes, Captain.” Then he sloped off with his gun held like a bag for life after a weekly shop.

Price itched his beard and look over at you, saying nothing, like he was waiting on you for an order or something. Whatever it was he was hanging around for could wait and that vicious side of you wanted to make him wait – a hint of the limbo you’d experienced.

“Can you go sort out your team for exfil please?” You said, enough firmness to indicate you wanted to be alone for a moment.

Nodding, Price parroted Ghost’s reply, “Yes, Captain.”

He went away, sauntering backwards for a while, though he didn’t smile at you. His face was as blank as yours, as a canvas. Eyes were on you at all times and yours on him, until he finally turned around and his hands released his vest, swinging in a march beside his hips. That exchange would be enough to spark theories if this entire mission hadn’t already caused your own team to ask veiled personal questions from the offset. Their discretion over the past few weeks had been greatly appreciated but you knew that, without a mission on the docket, they’d occupy their minds with prying visions of curiosity.

The official handover to the Odristan Special Forces went smoothly, their shouldering of most responsibility accepted with a firm handshake. Following up with General Fernandez took a lot longer. Eventually, your patience thinner than a sheet of paper in your dossier, you spoke through ungritted teeth, “Sir, all due respect, this can wait for when my team to be back on home turf and rested.”

General Fernandez allowed a restrained eyebrow raise at your irritation that could barely be considered below surface level. Yet he also allowed it to slide and Laswell supported your statement.

Chance with fresh bandages over her midsection was who you spotted first, through the wavering entrance flap in the tent your team had settled within. Beside her, coming into view as you drew closer, was Crash, unscathed besides a bit of dirt in her eye that she was still complaining about and in similar spirits to Soap - despite a bullet through the shoulder.

“The same bloody one as last time!” He bellowed, his fresh black eye squinting with his grin. How he’d gotten a black eye in a gunfight, you didn’t ask. You just asked if he was ok and put faith in his affirmative answer. Gaz teased him for it, having made it out with not a scratch on him and receiving a gentle headlock (in the crook of the uninjured arm) from his brother in arms as a reward.

Price was staring back at you again. In the shadow of the flap of the tent, you could make out a smaller version of his usual smile softening the cutting edge of his facial hair. You looked over your shoulder, back at the heli unsealing itself, ready to cart your teams back to British soil.

“How long ‘til our exfil?” Gaz adjusted his cap, the Union flag still standing proud at the centre.

You resisted the urge to make the meaningless gesture of checking your watch and chose instead to sit down on a free bench. “Another twenty minutes.”

“Plus debrief for a couple hours,” mused Gaz, “Justifying every bullet shot and every step taken on foreign soil.”

“Naturally. Though it’ll probably be more like five hours since there’s twice as many of us than usual.” You smoothed a wet wipe across your face, enjoying how the air displaced through the tent flap cooled your cheeks.

Opening up one of his palms, Price said, “Mind if I steal a few?”

“Respectfully, rot.” Then you tossed the packet at Price, hitting him on the bicep yet he still managed to catch it with the other hand.

Your memory of Price told you he’d have some kind of retort for your cheek. As if he’d let you get away with that comment coupled with the possibility of being heard by your subordinates.

However, he simply looked at you and broadened his smile into one that sent you almost two decades back. The turn of the new year in a pub garden in Herefordshire, your first year in the army complete, and you’d lost your voice bellowing the final ten seconds of the year and spun around as confetti snowed over everyone outside. John had both hands on your face, yours on his, and you both screamed as you jumped hysterically to the sounds of the year 2004 arriving.

“Fucking hell,” you muttered into the wet wipe, smothering it so you weren’t heard.

You dared not to show how your limbs felt like lava sluggishly slipping down a slope when the time came to haul ass to the tarmac. Lowering yourself into your seat and buckling in swiftly gave you a few extra seconds to bid farewell to Odristan. Maybe you’d return, but hopefully not in relation to this closing chapter of your life. No, for now, your job here was done. You could return home with your shoulders weighed down by your renewed grief, taking names and tags so that you could repeat them in your thanks, your eulogies. For a few moments, you could breathe before resuming the rest of the work you would continue across the rest of the planet, in hopes that you would never have to come here again.

“Reckon we’ve done enough to earn a medal this time?” Soap asked via comms. “Pat on the back maybe,” Crash suggested from her seat opposite him. The chuckles she inspired made you glad you didn’t switch your headset off.

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AN: Thank you for those who are still reading this fic. I got caught up in my course so I couldn't finish it. But now it's the Christmas holidays so I can focus on finishing this! I wanna write more for Price, so maybe I'll do a remastered version of this fic when it's done. Or if you have any ideas, hit me up with your thoughts!

Also, I've seen the MW3 campaign and I am Electing to Ignore it.

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The run down and lead up of events re: fawn wager crows nest crew and the absolute mess we are in at the last session

Fawn is a pc, the pinkest valley girl rogue satyr, originally from the feywild is on the material plane hiding and being a pirate

For reasons that don't matter rn, our ship sinks and we get stuck in the same island that our rival pirate crew is on

We see the Captain and this fox guy from his crew in a tavern and Fawn goes over to bother them

Oh! Fox guy, who we learn is called Wager, is also from feywild!

Oh he asked to have her name

Fawn likes that. She does that. She likes this fox

They leave tavern together to get mail, when they come back Wager is covered in kisses and they're dating

its barely been an hour if that since introductions

We convince Wager to help us find Captain

We make a plan to steal rival captains boat, since we lost ours, and recruit Wager to help.

Before we can do anything, an archfey (derogatory) called The Spider shows up again

We dont like him and Fawn is very scared of him.

Events happen, and we find out that another archfey (derogatory) called The Lady is also here

she is Wager's "boss". Wager doesn't want to go back

She takes him back to the feywild anyway

Its very upsetting

We decide that we were going to steal him anyway, might as well steal him back from the feywild

We go there, with help from fawns uncle, archfey (affectionate), Uncle Cass

We meet Ephie, new pc, and Foxboy, a young little fox folk like Wager.

Events happen

We learn, that Ephie's "mother" is The Lady (archfey, derogatory, stole wager, punishes ephie when she isnt perfect, Archfey derogatory)

We learn that Uncle Cass and The Spider are engaged

We get yoinked by the spider and are forced to relive not-quite-nightmares of ours infront of an audience

Fawns was last, she had a face to face with the spider and he showed her "Wager" with one eye.

When we wake up, we see the spider but get an "intermission" before we fight him

Wager is the one to bring us back to the arena after its over.

Hes disguising himself to have two eyes. He doesn't want to be here but can't say it.

We promise that we are going to come back and get him, then go to "fight" the spider

We win, he's an archfey and this was a show so he isn't dead dead, but we won and we return to the green room.

Foxboy is there! He has some letters for us, but cant read it :( he's only 7 :(

Its an invitation to Tea Time from The Lady. We read it, are transported, and wake up to a wooded area, in fancy outfits and the aarakocra pc (me) as a human

We meet an dmac (dm assistant character) and get lead to where we are supposed to be for tea time, stopping for a snowball fight with Wager's and Foxboy's sister

(We also have learned that Foxboy(/Felix) is just a permanently 7 Wager, through archfey derogatory nonsense)

Their sister tells us that Wager is "rehearsing" for something important. Is cold, particularly to Fawn.

Note: The Lady is an Archfey of the winter court.

We make it to tea time. We have a few moments to get familiar with the space before The Lady and Wager appear

Wager calls Fawn over to the private duo table, the rest of us sit at tables and try not to freak out too hard yet.

Fawn's having a wonderful time. She has found her boyfriend, her fancy dress is a bigger poofy pink wedding dress, and she keeps talking about how they're going to get married

Wager is both so happy to see her and so extremely anxious

Kul can see this, and gives him a bardic inspiration. They can tell he *is* about to propose.

They stand up and Wager starts doing a speech

He gives her a dagger, customary for spring court proposals (Fawn is from spring court) and a loud confetti canon goes off, obscuring them

Dm goes ok couple people deafen. Secret dnd time.

We, kul and ephie, see what really happens

Wager says speech, which if you look closely at spells out GOOD BYE, and ends it with this (bones is a nickname for fawn from wager. Its cute, she's bones he's treasure. This session was titled Treasured Bones)

Wager says speech and raised a gun

And shoots fawn

A table is rolled and she is only paralyzed, he falls to his knees.

The Lady says "finish the job"

And he stabs her in the heart, and hugs her dead body on the floor

Out of character we are losing it. The ones deafened are worried about our reactions. Theres nothing we can do.

People undeafen. We clarify that we are picking up exactly where we were.

Our dm lets us do deals with him to get extra information. I had done a deal to get more info on Foxboy, and my consequence for it was that I had to react with violence in a situation when he told me. So

Kul sees red. Theyre crying. Theyre not responding to questions. Theyre attacking Wager.

Ephie is crying over fawn but the other two are more concerned with the immediate unexplained violence and dont notice or even think that fawn could be dead

The Lady is watching this all, gleefully

Kul doesn't kill wager. They do a big spell and physically attack him with a weapon they had loaned to Fawn, then their mind clears

They turn back to Fawn and the others see that she's dead and dying

Ephie asks her mother to help. She learns that this was a punishment for her for leaving the manor and making friends, and getting close to Fawn in particular

The Lady leaves

Hai asked new God (she recently broke her oath and got a new God, she doesnt like her much) to help and loses an arm to the elbow for it

Kul calls in a favour with Hais Old God, saying they "can't take losing another one"

He shows up and Kul revivifies Fawn.

She wakes up, her hair now has some blue bits and her scelaras are now blue and one eye is pink instead of orange

End of session

WAGER WAS FORCED TO KILL HIS LOVE BY THE LADY, BECAUSE EPHIE HAD LEFT HOME AND GONE FARTHER THAN INTENDED AND GAINED FRIENDS, AND KUL ATTACKED HIM FOR IT.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Stole this from @curator-on-ao3. (Thank you for the open tag!)

1. how many works do you have on Ao3?

111, not including the dozens of ficlets and short one-shots I've posted as separate chapters in fic collections.

2. what's your total Ao3 word count?

614,875 and counting.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

I've written for: Star Trek (TOS/AOS/DISC), Star Trek: Enterprise, Labyrinth (1986), Marvel, Once Upon a Time, Shadow and Bone, and LOTR: The Rings of Power.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

The Princess and the King (Labyrinth, Jareth/Adult Sarah) A little girl wanders into the Underground and Jareth's life is forever changed. [3,467 words]

Text Alert (MCU, Loki/Jane Foster) Late one night, Jane found herself in an online chat room for Harvard alums. She and the user youweremadetoberuled hit it off and began a strange, anonymous friendship. [16,129 words]

Intoxicated (Star Trek TOS/AOS/DISC, Sarek/Amanda Grayson) Amanda Grayson sets out to make nice with Sarek, the infuriating Vulcan ambassador to Earth. Her future career prospects are on the line, after all. There's only one problem: the ambassador isn't quite himself. [9,034 words]

Drunk Dial (Labyrinth, Jareth/Adult Sarah) Five times Sarah drunk-called the Goblin King. One time he sobered her up. [7,138 words]

Touch (MCU, Loki/Jane Foster) The first touch was her fist to his jaw, and she thought the last was when he pushed her out of the way of a Dark Elf bomb—until he showed up years later with a proposition she had trouble turning down. [4,014 words]

5. do you respond to comments?

Yes, absolutely. That's my favorite part about writing fic—being able to interact with readers. Sometimes I'm slow in replying, but I promise I always will.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have a few stories with unhappy endings, but I think this one is the most gut-wrenching read: Just a Dream (Labyrinth, Jareth/Adult Sarah) He can have her in their shared dreams, but is it enough? Obsession can be a dangerous thing. [1,644 words]

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I tend to mostly write happy endings—at least for stories that have a proper ending. I think there would be too many to list here.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

It's happened infrequently. I just delete the comments. I'm too old and tired for that kind of manufactured drama.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, not really. I mean I have a few—very few—M-rated stories, but it's pretty much all feelings with pretty words and metaphors. The tension is my favorite part. When it comes to resolving it, I tend to be a "pan to the sky" writer.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written a couple. The zaniest? When Fairy Tale Meets Mythology (OUAT, Captain Swan; MCU, Loki/Jane Foster) While searching for Henry, Emma and Hook happen upon a strange couple in Neverland. [1,209 words]

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I was asked once, but I don't know if they followed through. I have had someone turn one of my stories into a podfic, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep. I'm a fandom old. I hail from the days of doing fic Round Robins and fandom Big Bangs.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

The USS Enterprise NCC 1701 D, though the Jolly Roger comes in as a close second.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The companion fic to Three Months on Vulcan where we follow the escapades of Soval and Amanda Cole as she works as his assistant. I was going to call it Lost in Translation. But my drive to write it has fizzled out over the years. I just don't have it in me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Fleshed out characters, humor, pretty prose, banter.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

F I N I S H I N G. Seriously, that's my goal for 2024: to finish at least 3 of my languishing multi-chapter fics. Also, I want to improve my longfic game. I tend to rush through the plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it, though I try not to overdo it. And I try to make it easy for the reader to understand from context so they don't have to constantly jump to end notes for the translations. I've been super fortunate to have a native-speaking fandom friend help me with Norwegian for some of my MCU stories. I've used Google Translate for Icelandic, and the Vulcan Language Database. Trying to write in Quenya is the worst, though. Never again! *gives Tolkien a side-eye*

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek: Enterprise

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

That's like asking me to choose a favorite child. How about one for each fandom:

Through the Dark Mirror Series (Star Trek: Enterprise, Trip/T'Pol) Stories that take place before, during, and after the events of the "In a Mirror, Darkly" episodes. [14,633 words and counting]

Pertinacious Wills (Labyrinth, Jareth/Adult Sarah) Regency AU Sarah Williams’s life is turned upside down when her widowed father remarries. At the same time, a new lord has taken over the Labyrinth who may be the most insufferable man Sarah has ever known. But as she is thrown in, quite against her will, with him and his kind, she discovers mysteries that call to question everything she thought she knew. [46,963 words and counting]

Blood for Blood (MCU, Loki/Jane Foster) He missed his chance by a heartbeat—the difference between life and death. Now, the mantle of savior rests on Loki’s shoulders. Will the mercurial God of Mayhem rise to the challenge of rescuing the nine realm from eternal darkness? [4,330 words]

The Worth of a Broken Soul (OUAT, Outlaw Queen) As a Keeper of the Watch, Robin hasn't been a mortal's personal guardian in centuries, but he's been tasked with a special case. Regina Mills is full of hate and anger, her aura so black it's difficult to find any hope left inside of her. Robin is determined to succeed in his assignment, even if it requires unconventional methods, but drawing her closer to Redemption is changing him as well. Will he pay any price for her salvation? For the salvation, too, of the lost souls he's unwittingly collected along the way? [14,407 words and counting]

The Nightwalker Chronicles Series (OUAT, Captain Swan) Emma Swan is an expert private investigator, but recently she's witnessed things that even she cannot explain. The only one willing to help her safely navigate the underbelly of the city in search of answers is the man who saved her life, a mysterious artist with secrets of his own. [6,448 and counting]

I haven't written much for either Shadow and Bone or The Rings of Power, and I don't feel like I have proper favorites for them.

Yes, I know I'm not listing any of my comedies, dear friend who knows who they are. That's because they aren't *my* favorites.

Tagging: Are you a fic writer? Consider yourself tagged by me—if you want to play, that is.

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (8) – A Captain and six brothers

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: This chapter is a little Mike-centric.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, mentions of past drug addiction, talk about addiction/ADA groups

The assistant masterlist

Part 7

It’s an early morning, and yawn as you walk out of the kitchen, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in your hands. The brothers are still asleep, and it’s your day off at the bakery.

As you walk out of the kitchen, you frown deeply. Mike is pacing back and forth. He clutches his hands to his chest and exhales sharply.

“Mike?”

“Flower,” he pants, “good morning. How was your night?” 

“I could you ask the same question,” you look Mike up and down. “You look a little pale. Is something wrong, Mike?”

“You know,” he nervously scratches the back of his neck, “some days are good, and others are…” Mike shakes his head and sniffs, “Others are bad…and then there are days which are the worst. Days in which you wish that you could still shoot the poison you were addicted to into your veins. I’m clean but…”

“Today is the worst,” you softly ask. “How can I help you, Mike? I know you don’t know me, but I want to help you.”

He shyly smiles at you, “I try to find a Drug Addicts Anonymous group. I need to go to a meeting,” Mike shows you his phone, “but my phone doesn’t work. I got no signal, and my display is cracked.”

You feel your heart clench in your chest. Mike looks like a lost puppy, and you do the first thing that comes to your mind. “What?” He sniffs as you hug him tightly. “Flower?”

“Uh-sorry. I’m a hugger. You should get used to getting hugged, Mike,” he wraps one arm around you and enjoys the little attention you give him. “I can help you find a group.”

“What’s going on here?” Lloyd watches you hug his brother. He frowns and narrows his eyes. “What did our little chaos do this time?”

“Nothing,” Mike immediately says. “I swear.”

“We try to find a Drug Addicts Anonymous group. Mike wants to go to a meeting,” you give Lloyd a stern look. Lloyd is still angry, and Mike is afraid to make one false step. “Do you want to help us?”

“Sure,” he shrugs. “What can I do?”

“Can you look for a group? I’ll go with Mike. Maybe we can take the bus and…” Lloyd raises his hand, stopping you midsentence.

“Cupcake, you won’t take the bus,” he says. “Do you know how many crazy people you can meet on a bus? I’ll drive you and Mike. Now lemme find a good group. We don’t want him to talk to some losers getting him addicted again.”

Mike sighs deeply. “He doesn’t trust me,” he whispers. “He’ll never trust me again.”

“Nonsense,” you whisper and pat Mike’s back. “He’s your brother and loves you. We all make mistakes. Don’t worry. We are all going to support you.”

“I like you, flower. A lot,” he grins. “One day, I’ll show you all of my tattoos. Maybe I’ll get a new one only for you.”

“OH! If only I wasn’t scared of needles. I’d gotten a tattoo too,” you tell Mike. “I already said that didn’t I?”

“You are pretty without tattoos,” Lloyd grumbles. “Don’t let him talk you into getting tattoos.”

“You’ve got some too,” Mike grumbles. “You were the one paying for my first tattoo.” 

Lloyd grins. “You cried like a baby, calling for Andy to hold your hand.” 

“It’s not nice to make fun of people,” you say, and peck Mike’s cheek. “Lloyd, find a group or I’ll do it. Stop bugging Mike. He needs our support.”

Curtis chuckles. He watches you dismantle his cocky brother within a few seconds. 

“Looks like Lloyd is in trouble,” he says to Andy. “So, do we help him or just enjoy the show?”

Andy’s features darken. He doesn’t like that you are still hugging his brother. If anyone deserves your attention in his opinion, it’s him.

“She shouldn’t hang her heart on him. He’s…”

“Our brother,” Jake reminds him. “Mike made mistakes but he’s our little chaos and I’m glad he found his way home. Now, stop moping. If anyone asks Y/N out first, it’s me. I was her friend before you even saw her.”

“Says who?” Ari and Andy grunt in unison, making Lloyd cackle.

“Dream on, sunshine. She’s going to be all mine…”

“It’s okay, Mike. We can just wait here,” Jake says as his brother hesitates to enter the building.

“Maybe we go with him,” you grab Mike’s hand, gently squeezing it to assure him that you are here for him. “Right? I mean…I don’t know how these things work.”

“I don’t think they will like it when we all storm into the room,” Andy throws in. “We can wait outside or pick him up later.”

“I don’t want to leave him alone,” instinctively, holding Mike’s hand tighter you take a step toward the door. “I could just tell them I’m an addict too. I mean, Jake made me addicted to his cupcakes.”

Jake grins. “Hey, don’t tell them I’m your dealer or they want my cupcakes too.”

“Guys, this is not helpful,” Ari grunts. “Mike needs to meet up with people who understand his problem. We can wait here and drive back home together.”

You clear your throat to keep the brothers from fighting again. “I’ll go with him, no discussion. He doesn’t know this group and meeting them on his own can be intimidating. I’ll tell them who I am and ask if it’s okay that I’m at the meeting with Mike.”

“Thank you, flower,” Mike whispers. “I think it’s not going to be a problem that you come with me.”

While you and Mike enter the building, the brothers start muttering and fighting again.

“Great job. Now he’s got an advantage,” Lloyd huffs. “He’s going to seduce my girl with his sob story.”

“Lloyd!” Jake tuts. “Can you just not? Mike has a problem and needs our help. Let’s not be assholes and support him. We are finally all back together and have this sweet girl in our life. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“Agreed,” Curtis says. He’s not a man of many words, but he cannot deny that he’s got a thing for you. 

“How was the meeting?” Andy asks as you walk back toward the mansion. “Did it help?”

“Y/N was the best,” Mike swoons. “Everyone immediately loved her. They are a great group. Some of them have been clean for years. I got a sponsor too.”

“I think this group is good for Mike,” you add. “They agreed on letting me come with him until he feels more comfortable attending the meetings alone.”

You look at the brothers, frowning as you get the feeling someone is watching you.

“I’ll drive you,” Lloyd hastily says. “Just tell me where and when.”

“It’s the same place every time,” Andy rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics. “Get a hold of yourself, Lloyd. You can stop hitting on Y/N. She’s going to be mine.”

“What?” You blink a few times as they look at you. “Did I miss something? I added the next appointments to the calendar on my phone.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” Ari gives Andy a death glare. “Andy asked if you are hungry. We can order food and have another movie night.”

“Attention! You are surrounded. Let Y/N Y/L/N go, and no one will get harmed!!!” 

“What? I—” You jolt up on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you try to fathom what’s happening. You dozed off, and now someone is yelling your name.

“What the fuck?” Jake lifts his head from your lap, groaning as someone yells your name from outside the mansion. “Who is yelling?”

“Fuck you, you fucker,” Lloyd steps on the balcony. “What do you want, asshat? It’s two am and I was about to dream about fucking the cutest girl I ever met. Who are you?”

“Here is Captain America, and you are holding my assistant hostage!” Steve steps toward the gate, pointing his index finger at Lloyd. “Let her go. Unharmed and no one will get harmed.”

“You already said that sunshine,” Lloyd cackles. “Now get fucked, dude. Y/N is here with us because she’s got enough of your stiff ass and limp dick. Now, if you would excuse me, I’ll go back to eating her sweet muffin.”

“I’m warning you, Sir,” Steve raises his voice. He looks at Lloyd standing on the balcony in nothing but his boxer briefs. Steve imagines the worst things happening to you while held hostage at the mansion. “I’ll free her using force if you don’t send her out.”

“Fuck off, buddy,” Ari joins his brother to laugh about Steve’s antics. “Y/N is our friend, and you won’t ever see her again. We know what you did to her!”

“Go home, loser,” Jake and Curtis say in unison. “We got better things to do than looking at your ugly ass.”

“Sir, I must ask you to leave our property. You are breaking the law if you try to enter our home by force,” Andy, ever the lawyer says. “Leave now.”

“Fuck off!” Lloyd points a finger gun at Steve, “Or I’ll make you fuck off, buddy. We don’t need a fake hero on our ground.”

“Lloyd, stop riling that guy up,” Mike tries to stop his brothers from starting a war with Captain America. “Just ignore him.”

“Like hell,” Curtis grunts. “That bastard comes here and accuses us of kidnapping and holding Y/N hostage.”

“Maybe I can make him leave,” you sigh deeply. You didn’t want to see Steve again, but to protect the brothers you’d do anything. “Let me handle this.”

Mike follows you out of the living room before his brothers can stop you. He holds your hand as you walk out of the mansion to face the man making you feel worthless and small.

You let go of Mike's hand to grip the bars of the gate, looking Steve straight in the eyes.

“Captain, I’m here on free terms,” you glare at Steve as he grips his shield tighter at your words. “The brothers are my friends. Unlike other people, they only ever treated me with respect. No one is going to hurt me here or force me to do things I don’t want to do. Now, if you would kindly get fucked…”

You twirl around, walking back inside the mansion.

“You heard the lady,” Mike shrugs. “You had your chance and fucked up. Y/N is under our protection so go and bang that bitch you chose over my flower…”

Part 9

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[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART EIGHT)

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notes: i feel that this chapter is very underwhelming bc i wrote it at work 🫡 so sorry

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 hi people! thank you for tuning into tonight’s (brief) postgame recap! this is a very sad night for my favorite boys, as we lost 6-1 to the winnipeg jets.

we had a meager three penalties tonight!

starting off with erik, who has banned me from making any more name puns (boring!). erik got a penalty for tripping, bringing him up to an astounding 47 penalty minutes this season!

next, i’d like to bring your attention to jack’s picture. nothing special, i just like it.

and then, of course, we have my boyfriend again; chewing on his glove like a rabid little chihuahua <3

the next penalty was from siegs at the very end of the 1st period for high sticking! i had dawson do my dirty work for me and give him a very stern talking to during intermission!

next up, we have hershey bar looking very displeased, and i can’t say i blame him!

we got a little over halfway through 3rd period before we got the final penalty from the newest swiss, timo for holding! he took a lesson from my very rude boyfriend and hid behind the stanchion. i very much did not like that.

however, our lone goal came with SECONDS left in the game, scored by the captain himself! who still looked very disappointed to say the least.

and lastly, bff number 1 says i should apologize to bff number 2 for dissing him last night 😒 so we have a picture of marinara and i’m supposed to tell him that i’m proud of him (i’m not sure what for though? he didn’t do anything 🤷‍♀️)

tagged ehaula, jackhughes, siegenthaler34, nicohischier, tmeier96 and john.marino97

ehaula i know i asked you to stop but now it feels weird without the name puns

y/ndevils00 so….

ehaula so you can do the puns

y/ndevils00 OH THANK GOD! do you realize how hard it was to withhold from them?! it was torture!

ehaula it’s been one post

user18 i’ve become so used to the “haula” puns that i forgot who erik was for a second

siegenthaler34 i made my y/n post debut!

y/ndevils00 it could’ve been for a better reason…

nicohischier you weren’t even there but you still got 2 horrible photos of me

y/ndevils00 i have spies everywhere

nicohischier what does that even mean?

y/ndevils00 guess you’ll never know

jackhughes why?

y/ndevils00 why what? why do i praise you when you don’t appreciate it? i don’t know, you would think i would’ve learned by now

jackhughes no. why the 2nd picture? why do you like it? why call me a chihuahua?

y/ndevils00 i like it. your eyes are so pretty and blue. because you’re small and scrappy and chew on everything.

jackhughes i’m 5’11

y/ndevils00 sure you are honey

dougieham if you went just based off y/n’s posts and comments, i don’t think anyone would ever guess that her and marino are genuinely best friends

y/ndevils00 it’s called tough love <3

john.marino97 she’s evil

trevorzegras i’m forever grateful that i’m a duck so i’ll never be subjected to the torture you put these guys through

y/ndevils00 there’s always next trade szn 😈

trevorzegras the ducks would never trade me

y/ndevils00 i have friends in high places… watch your back zegras

tmeier96 hughesy told me to sit there before i went into the box. he didn’t tell me why but i guess now i know

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes do you not love me? do you not want to see me happy? this is why luke is my favorite

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 luke is your WHAT?

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 i feel so special! thank you y/n/n!

john.marino97 i have multiple questions. starting with: why is DAWSON bff number 1? and i didn’t get a penalty so you could be proud of me for that???

y/ndevils00 i like him better. and that’s very true, however you didn’t get a goal or an assist either so….

dawson1417 translation: y/n holds you to a higher standard because she knows how well you play. she knows you can do better but she’s proud of you regardless.

john.marino97 @/dawson1417 well why doesn’t she say it like that? that’s kinda sweet!

y/ndevils00 emotions are for the weak

john.marino97 @/jackhughes i think your girlfriend is broken

jackhughes she just likes to seem tough on the internet. watch this 👀

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i love you so much sweet girl ❤️ i can’t wait to get home

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i love you too, now come home!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 aww you miss me?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes sure, but also you lost your game which means you lost the bet and you have to give LSH her bath <3

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Yandere Alpha America rejecting his Omega s/o only to later realize that he loves them? 🥺

✨Oh it’s you again. Heyyyyyyy 👋Hope you like this one ✨

“I’ve told you no y/n. Now. GET. LOST.” The last word rang through her ears like a drum. And you couldn’t help but scurry away with the tiny shred of dignity that you had left. For thenext couple of months you wandered aimlessly through your life. You were on autopilot. Perhaps things were meant to be this way and that was alright. You got out of bed each day and did your job with a smile. Besides you didn’t have to worry about the needs of an Alpha or even a Beta as a mate or really just anyone. So you started to do more things for yourself which gave you satisfaction.

That language you’ve always been telling yourself you wanted to learn you did it! You reached C2 fluency.

Learning Computer programming by golly you did it!

Baked the cake recipe you found on Pinterest? YUMMY!

Those 10K puzzle you tapped and put up in your room. A masterpiece.

That artbook or sport that you’ve been meaning to keep up on now you’re a pro. And life sucks a little less for you.

These were the things along with a huge spell of depression, eating ice cream, and staying up late at night crying over Alfred eventually got you through the 7 stages of grief of not attaining your lover. He became a fragment in your mind and heart.

However, the same thing can’t be said for the Alpha that is slow to come to realization sometimes. Since the day that he rejected you he started off fine. He went about his life as normal. He went on numeros dates with a wide spectrum of Alpha’s , Beta’s, and Omega’s that all left him disinterested. None of them had that sparkle and warmth that he was looking for.

‘Alfred! Alfred! I know that you want for lunch! You had a look on your face that read that you need protein and carbs to survive the long day you probably have ahead of you with all of those new Alpha peackeeper’s that need your assistance and-’

He simply turned and walked away. Ignoring your offering of food that he later regretted because he had back to back meetings that he had to attend to so he didn’t get a morsel of food until 9pm when he got back to his flat.

He reminsces on all of the times that he sometimes accepted your offerings like when you brought him a supercharged 6 shot vanilla latte extra hot, after he’d been up all-night partying even though he knew full well he had to be at work the next day. And it was a latte he’d order in such a crazy schedule that he lived on. You cared for him.

It’s like his body had been hit by a boulder and his heart fell into a pit of acid.

He immedaetly grabbed his phone and scope out all of your social media profiles. He wanted to see a lot of mopey posts about wanting to find love, of you posting cryptic break-up songs, something that read as he was still on your mind and leaving a crater in your heart.

The sandy blonde gripped his hair follicles tighter as the frustration in his stomach continued to simmer. He had gotten to the very first posts of your Instagram feeling empty.

“Pffft.” He rolled his frigid blues across the screen one more time before he set his phone down.

“I know I’m right to have rejected her she seems too carless.” He says to no one in particular. He gets up to pop open a can of Cola and dumps some Captain Morgen in it to calm his nerves as he ordered some McDonalds off Uber Eats and sat in his apartment in silence and in darkness and only a sliver of the summer sunlight being able to break though his blackout curtains.

Daily he begins to keep up with all of the activities you do. Even if you only posted to Tiktok about how you were staying home and having your favorite hot beverage while doing one of your hobbies that made you happy. And that’s all that mattered to you.

That was all that mattered to you.

Those blue orbs glassy, just wanting you to care about him. You were wagging your cute tail in your latest video hours later showcasing your dedication to your craft. Your cute smile your excitement in your voice was like a sweet melody. He wanted and needed more of you. Your social media would be satiate him for so long.

It was time to put in an R2P.

He had to have you in his arms.

[humansofnewyork]

(7/12) “There were certain people in the building who weren’t happy about DiCo’s transition. They thought it was a distraction. When DiCo set up this after-school program for LGBT kids to come and talk, some people in the administration were like: ‘Hell no, not in the middle of Harlem.’ One of our assistant principals was a former deacon, and during a faculty meeting he mentioned ‘the homosexuality on the third floor.’ DiCo was the only gay person in the room. Even without all this extra stuff, DiCo’s transition would have been hard for anyone. He started walking around with a sad face all the time. But I never paid much attention, because I was so focused on myself. After Harvard I felt like I had something going. Next year I’d be old enough to be a captain, and our captains were getting full rides to Ivy League schools. I thought in two more years, that was going to be me. But this was also the year that Dr. Hodge retired, and things started to change at FDA. The debate team lost some of its funding. DiCo asked us to sell more chocolates. He was trying to get us to pick up the slack, but even he seemed less engaged. It’s not like he was saying ‘F these kids,’ or anything like that. But something was missing. DiCo had always been the kind of teacher who’d be enthusiastic at 6:30 AM. He was always giving us 150, but now he was giving us 90. And that wasn’t enough for me. I needed the world from DiCo. The moment he said: ‘I need a little bit more from you, I didn’t like it at all.’ One day we heard a rumor that a student had pushed DiCo down the stairs. DiCo never spoke to us about it, because he’s got this complex where he doesn’t want to see bad in anybody. But I’m pretty sure that’s when he made his decision. One afternoon he came into practice with his head down. He wasn’t looking anyone in the eye. Normally DiCo is so good with eye contact, so we knew something was up. He began to speak but he was stuttering. He looked like he was going to cry. I’m like: ‘Just say it DiCo, we can help you.’ I thought maybe someone had died or something. But then he cleared his throat, and said: ‘I’m leaving.’  And instantly I felt hate.”

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 22

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21

Mohji's face lights up even further, his features radiating with joy in the dimly lit darkness. He enthusiastically exclaims, "It's real luck that we have you by our side, Y/n. You have a remarkable ability to navigate through moments like this. No wonder the Captain likes you."

A sigh of frustration escapes your lips as you observe the cluelessness of your companions. Their confidence and determination from aboard the ship now appear to have vanished, leaving them uncertain and lost in the face of the current situation.

Determined to take charge, you step ahead, with Cabaji reluctantly falling into line behind you. The strange procession forms, with Mohji and Richie bringing up the rear, their uncertainty evident in their hesitant steps.

Silence befalls you three again as you move on. Your senses sharpen as you scan the ground, hoping to uncover any trace that might guide you in the right direction. However, the landscape offers little assistance, with only a carpet of decaying leaves, damp soil, and the occasional exposed tree root.

“Say, Y/n, do you like Captain Buggy as he said the other day?”

You stop and turn around to Cabaji who had the audacity to ask such an outrageous question. 

“What do you mean, liking him?” 

"Well, when we caught you with the straw hat," Cabaji continues, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "he mentioned that you might have feelings for him, but you're unaware of them. So, do you?"

You pause for a moment, the implications of his words sinking in. With a hint of irritation, you respond, "I believe that is none of your business." Your voice carries a touch of roughness, signaling an end to the conversation. Turning on your heel, you resume your forward motion, only to hear Cabaji and Mohji's laughter trailing behind you, much to your surprise and frustration.

"That's a yes! Hehe. Y/n likes our captain," Mohji chimes in, the amusement evident in his voice.

“Shut up, the both of you or I leave you all alone in this forest hoping the wild animals will feast on you.” 

Another silence befalls you three and you suddenly start giggling as well. How stupid. You were on a rescue mission and sounded like teenagers! 

Suddenly you see a light, a feeble glow, probably something like a candle light. You turn around to your two friends, motioning for them to remain absolutely silent with a finger pressed against your lips. 

Both react quickly and fall silent, while you slowly get nearer the light which you can make out to be a candle in a weird looking white little shed. The shed looks like it was made out of a white, semi solid structure, it has a door and even a window without glass. You can identify a small candle and a transponder snail on a table inside this weird looking house. What catches your attention even more are the three crew members from the land team, lying motionless nearby. Their battered appearances leave you uncertain if they are unconscious or worse. 

Mohji, Cabaji and you are the perfect team - without words you look at each other, each of you knowing what to do. Mohji takes the lead, stealthily making his way towards the door, while Cabaji positions himself to provide cover and ward off any potential threats. As Mohji opens the door and nothing happens, he sneaks inside, you watch him from the window, seeing how he carefully approaches the unconscious pirates. He turns around to you with a thumbs up - these men were still breathing and alive. With a bit more confidence you decide to follow him, it was urgent now to bring these men back to the ship to give them medical care. 

[im-just-a-dumb-gay]

Bayverse timeline: Earth edition Part 1

Basically I summarize the wiki with some additions

4.54 billion years: Earth forms around Unicron

65 million years ago: Quintessa sent her people to activate a Seed leading to the extinction of dinosaurs

17,000 BC: The 7 Primes land on Earth. 6 of the 7 sacrifice themselves to protect Earth from The Fallen.

10,000 BC: Allspark crashes on Earth

2560 BC: Great Pyramid of Giza is built around the Star Harvester

1200 BC: El Deir in Petra built to hide Tomb of the Primes

After 1200 BC: Seekers sent to find the Tomb of Primes. Only a riddle is discovered. 

Before 1000 BC: Sentinel’s ship is shot down and is floatingly endlessly in space. Optimus becomes the new leader of the Autobots

1000 BC: Megatron crash lands on Earth when searching for the Allspark. As he didn’t inform anyone where he went, no one knew where to search for him. Starscream led with his absence. Megatron had left as he believed the war was won and thought it was time to search for the Allspark to help fix their planet. The war, however, continued as the Autobots were not going down. Some Decepticons became disillusioned with the Decepticons and became Autobots. This included Drift, Trench, and Crosshairs. This helped the Autobots get an advantage and this made the war last even longer. 

Before 484 AD: The war killed Cybertron. Near the end of the war, Bumblebee lost his voice to Shockwave.The Knights discovered that Quintessa did not care for them or Cybertron. They took her staff and decided to hide on Earth. They assumed Quintessa would believe they went as far away from Unicron to keep the staff away. They assumed right and Quintessa did not immediately find them. Quintessa sent Lockdown to find the Lower Knights. The Dinobots, who also left Cybertron after being convinced from the Knights, went to other planets. Merlin discovers The Knights. They tell him of their destroyed planet and tell him to keep them a secret.

484 AD: Merlin asks The Knights of assistance against the Saxon hordes. Merlin is given The Staff.

After 484 AD: Merlin dies and most of the Knights protect his tomb. One decides to search for other Cybertronians to give refuge. The Cybertronians brought to Earth get in contact with the Order of the Witwiccans. Some of these Cybertronians include Bulldog, Hound, and Drift. Optimus and his main team, however, did not go to Earth due to them splitting up to try to find the Allspark. Bumblebee was the one who volunteered to go to Earth and search for the Allspark. After losing his voice, Bumblebee became withdrawn and way more violent, barely interacting with the humans on Earth and deciding not to interact with the Order of the Witwiccans unlike Hot Rod. (Hound came to earth around the 1700s. Bulldog and Drift came around the 1800s maybe? Hot Rod and Bumblebee came around the 1900s. Crosshairs might have come around the 1800s too?) 

1897: Captain Archibald Witwicky discovers Megatron

1910s: Bulldog takes part in World War 1

1913: First Seven discover Allspark. The Allspark was dormant at that time so the signature couldn’t be reached to Bumblebee. 

1927: Section Seven formed

1931: Hoover Dam bult around Allspark

After 1931: Megatron was brought over to Hoover Dam. Project Black Knife at some point is dismissed.

1940s: Bumblebee and Hot Rod fight with the Allies in the Devil’s Brigade. Bumblebee is still extremely violent at this time. He barely interacted with humans before this point in time. 

1945: Watch that Killed Hitler…well killed Hitler. 

After 1945: Hot Rod stays in Britain. Bumblebee continues his search for the Allspark. At some point Soundwave makes his way to earth as he learns that some Autobots were there and thought there might be something important there.

1960s: The Ark (Sentinel’s ship) lands on the moon. While this was no Allspark, Soundwave saw an opportunity with this discovery and sent some Decepticons there as well as informing Starscream of the situation. USSR finds Pillars being taken by Decepticons. The US has their astronauts investigate the ship. Starscream and some Decepticons start to make their way to Earth so see if the Pillars can be used to save Cybertron. They realize, however, that Sentinel is needed to make them work and that he was in stasis. They stay on earth to see if there is a way to use the Pillars without him and to make earth a somewhat base as well as kill any Autobots hiding on earth.

1970s: Soundwave and Laserbeak manipulate humans to stop further moon missions. 

1980s: Chernobyl disaster caused by fuel cell extracted from the Ark

2003: Beagle 2 Rover reveals alien activity on Mars. This was most likely a Decepticon.

Before 2007: Soundwave gets some information about Sector Seven(perhaps one of his human companions learned about Sector Seven and it’s potential knowledge)