#alex. go to fucking sleep challenge

[fivewholeminutes]

Sleep token fans in europe rn:

[royal-chandler]

temporary/maybe permanent title is winter interlude. written for the lovely @caressthosecheekbones ✨

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Henry is certain that he's only just fallen asleep when he’s nudged awake, Alex’s soft scratched voice at his ear and his hand giving Henry’s wrist a slight squeeze. Henry’s answer to his name is a long groan. 

“Hen, baby. Can you wake up for me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Please?”

Henry groans once more and burrows further into the pocket of warmth that’s been conjured from sleep, their thick cloud-like duvet, and Alex’s arms. He keeps his eyes shut and silently, drowsily wishes for Alex to concede. And of course, no such luck.

“I’ve got an amazing idea.”

“That for some ungodly reason can’t wait until morning?”

“It’s uh,” Henry feels Alex slightly shift away, imagines that he’s checking the nocturne glow of their bedside clock, “one thirty-six right now so technically...”

“Don’t even bother finishing that sentence.”

“Come on,” Alex draws out. He shakes Henry some more, as if he can transfuse enthusiasm through vibration or using Henry like a ketchup bottle that’s been sitting too long. “Come on, we’re losing starlight. Let’s get a move on.”

“Christ, Alex, what for?”

“It’s stopped snowing. We should go sledding.”

Henry snorts, incredulous in the quiet. “Fuck off.”

Clearly Alex has gone bonkers because there is no way on earth that Henry is dragging himself out of bed to charge down a hill of snow on a plastic death trap in freezing temperatures in the middle of the night. 

*

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Henry says, trudging through snow that’s at least twenty five centimetres deep at the rear of the White House. 

At Henry’s side and tugging him and his sledge the last bit to the crest of the hill, Alex says, “It'll be fun.”

“Ah, yes.” Henry nods. Editorialised with bone-dry sarcasm, he continues, “Whenever I think about fun, frostbite is the first thing that springs to mind.”

“It is nowhere near cold enough for that.” Alex brings up their joined hands. “Plus, you’ve got your little cute gloves on. You’re good.” 

The Aztec patterned gloves are secondhand from Alex, dug out of a closet cubby as he had pointedly made sure to mention that they were a gift from his abuela when he was thirteen and no longer fit. 

Alex had also emphasised that Henry didn’t need to give them back. That it was a transfer of ownership. And they are very nice, the fingerless sort that convert into mittens. The yarn stretches comfortably and the pouches slip over Henry’s fingers just right. 

“Everything will be fine,” Alex promises. He reaches out and clicks on Henry’s headtorch. His already lit grin is brilliantly illuminated. “Trust me.” 

“There’s no question of that,” Henry returns. “I only ask why this couldn’t wait for the daytime? You know, how it’s normally done.”

Alex simply shrugs, his grin gentling into something flagrantly affectionate. “Because right now it's like the world is just us.”

And fuck, what is Henry supposed to argue against that?

*

“How are you winning?!” Alex drags his sledge behind him with one hand and wildly gestures with the other. “You didn’t even want to do this. I did not plan on you winning.”

Above him and at the top of the hill already, Henry props an elbow on his now vertical vehicle that’s planted in the snow, watching Alex with amusement. His boyfriend is exceptionally precious when he pouts. “My being reluctant to sledging doesn’t mean I’m not skilled at it.”

“Best of seven,” Alex huffs upon arrival. 

“You have a problem. The terms were already agreed upon.”

“You scared?” 

Alex then proceeds to emit the noises of a fowl.

“Resorting to primary school tactics, are we?”

Alex only lifts his brow, his expression dancing with challenge.

“I'm going to need some proper motivation, darling,” Henry says, sliding on a smirk.

“I could be a victim of clichés and offer mind-melting sex if you win but you get that all the time anyway.”

Henry breaks into helpless laughter and agrees when he finds the cold air to do so. 

“So, instead, how about the next time I’m at the palace I take you up on those horseback lessons finally,” Alex says. 

“Truly? You’ve always seemed—uncomfortable around them.”

“Well they are huge, intelligent beasts that can buck me off and launch me god knows how many miles an hour into the air.”

“Dramatic." He pauses, shaking his head. "Really, Alex. You don’t have to.”

“You love it and it’s something we can do together. I’d like to try it out,” Alex says and he sounds sincere. “If I don’t enjoy the experience, I won't be shy about it.”

“And if you win? What do you want?”

“Here’s where I do get pervy."

"Of course."

"I win and you let me buy you a pair of cowboy boots and a Stetson and you wear them for me.”

“Nothing else, I’m assuming.”

“Anything else would get in the way, Henry.”

“You’re on.”

*

Minutes and minutes later, victory is Henry’s and he graciously accepts Alex’s request for a final run, plopping down on the front of Alex’s sledge when he makes a grabby motion for Henry, his legs open. Their combined weight rips them downslope, easily the record of the night. They’re a powdery pile at the bottom when they come to a stop short of the treeline with a sharp turn and tumble off the sledge. 

“You alright?” Henry asks. 

“I should be asking you. You’re the one who cushioned my fall. Am I smothering you?"

“It's all fine for now, love. You’ll be nursing my aching bruises later.”

“Obviously.” Alex animates the line of his brow. “Just call me the love doctor.”

“Won’t be doing that, thanks," Henry comments. Using his teeth—due to most of him being trapped under Alex—Henry yanks back the pouch of his right mitten. He assesses the snarled wreckage of Alex’s hair that’s been freed of the headtorch and clumsily combs through it with chilled fingers. There’s a small scratch by Alex’s temple. Henry thumbs away the paper-cut thin trace of red and finds Alex’s perfect eyes. “You didn’t let me win, did you?”

“Me? Never. I lost,” Alex insists, sweetly leaning his head into Henry’s touch. His adoration is spotless if not his honesty. “Life rolls on.”

Henry considers calling Alex out but a shiver distracts him, stalls his tongue. 

Alex’s arms around him tighten and with their physical arrangement, it’s plenty awkward. It’s also loving. He ridiculously presses a kiss to Henry’s wintry-wet palm. “Cold?”

Spellbound, Henry murmurs, “A bit, yeah.”

“I’ve got a way to get you warm,” Alex shares quietly. 

*

Henry moans and licks at his lips, chasing the flavor off his mouth. “This is sinful.”

“I know,” Alex says after a long sip from his UT mug. “Nothing beats Mexican hot chocolate.”

“And the amaretto? Ugh, chef’s kiss.”

“Discovered that little addition four Christmases ago.”

Henry smiles at him and eats another mini marshmallow. “The man’s a genius.”

“Yeah, my ideas aren’t all shit that will have us needing Icy Hot the next day,” Alex replies, his gaze dropping to where their sock feet share the spindle of a kitchen stool.

Henry lightly kicks him. Kicks him again to get his full attention. “Tonight wasn’t shit.”

“No?”

“No.”

Alex sighs, abandons his drink to rub at his stubbled jaw. “Snow felt like—like a fresh start. A renewal, I guess. Getting rid of yesterday. I know it’s not that easy, that it doesn’t work like that and it’s fucking stupid—”

His heart sore and swollen, Henry closes the distance that parts them, hushes Alex’s doubt with a slow and open kiss. He kisses past the cling of sugar and spice, until it’s clean. 

“I love you,” Henry says. His words are only a fraction of what he means but he knows Alex can read the spaces between. Thank you. It helps. You help.

“Love you still. Love you always.” Alex curls into him, his hand over Henry’s knee. 

He’s there. He’s there, Henry knows because he can read Alex’s spaces just as well.

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please forgive any mistakes. i read over it but it was written very quickly. also, i’m fairly sure there are no hills behind the white house. the grounds are pretty flat but for some reason this fic insisted on being there.

[madhatterbri]

No Vacancy | A.S.

Summary: SPRING BREAK PROMPT 10 WITH ALEX SHELLEY X FEM READER PLEEEEEEASE 💚💚💚💚

10. Yn’s hotel reservation gets canceled, and the hotel is full. The guy who hates yn takes pity on her to share the room.

Happy Friday Night Smackdown, babes. ❤️

Requested by: @tidalwaves-things

Alex Shelley Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @smallestsnarkestgirl @hodgepodge-musings @cowboywritersworld @magicalbuttertarts @letsgivethisonemoreshot @blackwingedmisanthrope

The receptionist had an apologetic smile. It wasn't her fault, of course, but this was not good news. The hotel you were supposed to stay at for Wrestlemania week was booked solid. Your reservation was canceled due to an overbooking error. Ever the procrastinator, you had waited until the last minute to book a room.

"And I am sure everything is booked up for Wrestlemania weekend," you laughed. What else could you do with this situation? You could cry, but laughing seemed like the more appropriate thing at the moment. The thought of sleeping in your car passed your mind. Now, all you had to do was find a rest stop or Walmart parking lot to park in.

"As you can see, Shelley, I'm kind of in the middle of something," you scowled. He was sweating from head to toe. Maybe he went for a run or a workout in the hotel gym.

"Can you ever just not be a bother to me?" An all too annoyingly familiar voice asked. You tensed at the tone and the person it belonged to.

Alex fucking Shelley.

You stood toe to toe with him, something you were sure no one had ever done before. His hazel eyes stared into yours. The two of you are not backing down but waiting for the other to challenge. A witty comeback locked and loaded on your tongues. Finally, he cracked first.

"Yeah, you don't have a room, but I do," he sung happily. His fingers tapped against the hotel key card.

"Good for you now. Go choke on one of those chocolates they leave on the pillows," you told him and waved your hand.

He rolled his eyes. "It has two beds."

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. "And?"

Alex looked at you like you were an idiot. "Wow, thank God you aren't a mentor. I mean that you can stay with me as long as you don't get in my way and breathe the same oxygen as me."

You looked at the receptionist again. "Can you please point me to the nearest Walmart? I will be calling that place home for the next few days."

"You know, I wouldn't do that if I were you. You could end up running into some bad dudes."

"You are a bad dude."

"He is right. Vegas is dangerous. I would take the room," the receptionist told her.

"Whose side are you on?" You asked. "Fine. I will share a room with you."

Alex smirked. "I knew you would listen to reason."

You grabbed your bags and grumbled as you walked past him. These next few days were going to be the longest of your life.

The moment you stepped into the hotel room, the reality of the situation started to settle in. You were rooming with your worst enemy in a hotel during the biggest weekend of your career. It was a weekend that didn't need any distractions, and now you had the biggest one. At least he was right. There were two beds in the room.

Alex placed his things down on the dresser. His shoes and socks were the first to go, followed by his shirt.

"Um, hello?" You asked. You grabbed a pillow on your bed and blocked your eyes.

"Oh, come on. I literally wrestle without a shirt."

"For your job. I am here and this isn't your job."

"You have a funny way of thanking me for saving you."

"Saving me?" You asked and removed the pillow from your eyes. "All you did was get an up close and personal look at my suffering. You wanted this."

"Wow, maybe you really have had too many hits to the head. You should get that checked," he told her. Alex disappeared in the bathroom to take a shower. Once you heard the water pour from the shower, you silently screamed in the pillow.

Twenty minutes later, Alex walked out in pajama bottoms. His hair was a mess in his face. You had to stop yourself from staring. He chuckled when he saw you underneath the blankets.

"Great, you are back. Can we please turn off the light and sleep now?"

"I have to study."

"Study? You are a licensed clinician. What do you have to study for?"

"No one is ever perfect at their craft. You have to work every day. I am glad you are here. You could learn a thing or two from me."

You stared at him. Your eye twitched slightly as you contemplated smothering Alex Shelley with a pillow. The realization that this would include a hefty prison sentence made you reconsider. Finally, you thought of something that would annoy him. While he laid in his bed with his textbooks out, you stood up and turned off the light.

Alex immediately stood up. His fingers pressed the button to turn the light on. The glow shined his handsome, very pissed off features.

"I could kick you out, you know. I wouldn't even lose a wink of sleep."

"You wouldn't dare."

"You know what your problem is? You talk too much," he muttered.

You rolled your eyes and smirked. "Then make me be quiet."

There was no hesitation.

One second, you were staring down your biggest rival. The next, he had you flushed against his body. His hands gripped your waist to keep you still. Your lips crashed together. The kiss wasn't sweet. Not that she expected anything sweet to come out of him. This was about shutting you the hell up, and you didn't mind it one bit.

You grabbed his shirt and balled your fists. The length of time of the kiss didn't matter. You swore you felt the electricity between your lips. He pulled away, and you let him go. Alex grabbed a shirt and left the room to probably find Chris. You were left staring at the full-length mirror on the wall. No sounds could possibly come out. Your mind was a mess, maybe even broken.

Fuck.

[holdmytesseract]

Hi beautiful! I have a request!

Loki helping your through a high pain day! I have chronic pain and it would be great

Personal Painkiller

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: When you have a high pain day, Loki knows exactly how to comfort you.

Warnings: chronic pain, fluff, liiiittle bit of thirst

Word Count: 1,6k

a/n: My friend... Again, I'm so sorry you have to go through this pain. 🥺 I hope that I get this story right and especially that you like it. 💚

Also, have this quite sexy black suit Loki gif.

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Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

You already felt it when your feet touched the carpeted floor of your bedroom... The dull ache in your left hip. Oh great, you thought. It's not enough that today is Monday and it's raining pitchforks outside, no... The osteoarthritis had to kick in, too.

You sighed and got up with a wince. After stretching your muscles a bit, you made your way to the bathroom - quietly, not to wake your boyfriend, who was sleeping peacefully on the left side of the bed; hands buried underneath his pillow and breath quiet and steady.

The way to the bathroom already turned out to be a challenge. You groaned softly as you sat down on the toilet; burying your face in your hands and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Today wasn't a good pain day.

It took you longer than usual to get dressed. Sure, it was a rainy Monday morning, six o'clock and you were without a doubt, tired - but the pain definitely didn't make it easier for you.

After getting through your morning routine, you had a few Lucky Charms for breakfast, packed in more pain killers in your bag than usual and then left the Avengers compound in order to get to work.

Working as a retail saleswoman was great, really. You loved your job. You loved the customer contact and everything else that came with it. Sure, it could get stressful from time to time, but you had a great boss and wonderful colleagues who made up for this.

You had early shift this week - meaning, a lot of groceries and other products the store was selling, which got through the arrival had to be checked and stowed away. That was, hands down, one of your favourite tasks - but not today. Today, it was rather torture. All the work your legs, back and hips had to do wasn't appreciated by your osteoarthritis. Normally, it wasn't a problem and you got along quite well, but when you had a high pain day it was awful - and this Monday was such a day...

So you went to ask one of your other colleagues - Benji, to switch. He understood, of course and was more than willing to let you cash, while he joined Alex. "Thanks, Ben." The blonde man smiled. "No probs. I hope you'll feel better, now that you can sit." "I hope so, too." "Fingers crossed!" Benji shouted while walking away.

"Hey, Y/N, you good?" Your shift buddy Alex asked, while ripping open another big package, which was filled to the brim with cheese. You shifted; trying to ease the pain by moving. "Not really..." Alex's brows furrowed, as she gave you a compassionate look. "High pain day?" "Yeps." You scrunched your nose as your hip told you that moving wasn't the solution either. "Like... Really high pain day. I feel like I can barely move." "Oh no... I'm sorry. Did you already take your pain meds?" You nodded. "Already took two..." "Oh fuck..."

You worked on for another ten minutes, but it just seems to get worse. Sure, the pain killers weren't probably kicking in yet, but nevertheless... It was not manageable. "Alex, do you mind if I try to switch with Benji? See if cashier likes my hip more?" Your buddy nodded. "Sure thing, Y/N/N. I hope it helps..." "Me too..."

Your colleagues good wishes unfortunately didn't work. The seating position was okay and welcomed for a little while; the pain ebbing away a bit, but after about and hour the dull ache came back full force.

So bad, that you weren't able to work any longer.

You smiled; trying to hide the pain. "Thanks."

Therefore, you spoke with your shift superintendent Diane and she sent you home. She knew of your illness and was very understanding and cooperative.

"Thanks, D. I promise I'm trying to go to work tomorrow. I know we have a lot of stuff to do and-" Your boss interrupted you immediately; lifting a hand. "Y/N... Please. You know I understand. Rest today, see if it is better again tomorrow and if yes, that's great and I'm happy to see you here - but if its not, don't worry. We'll make this a few days without you."

Diane smiled; gave you a nod and home you went.

The ride with the subway unfortunately made it worse. You had to stand, which stressed your legs and hips even more. It was honestly a blessing, when you saw the Avengers compound in distance. Almost there, almost there.

The moment the main door shut close behind you, you were utterly relieved. All you wanted to do, was curl up in bed now, with a nice cup of tea - and preferably sleep, so your brain didn't have to remember you every minute, that your hip was aching.

You slipped off your shoes and jacket, threw your keys on the little shelf beside the door and turned to walk the short hallway to the bathroom. But when you turned the corner, you collided with something firm, yet soft. You gasped - out of shock and pain.

"Darling?!" Two strong arms caught you from falling, so powerful was the impact. Loki. "Oh norns, apologies! Are you okay?" His concerned oceanic blue eyes wandered over your body; checking if the collision did any harm to you. But then his brows furrowed softly. "Why are you already back home?"

Only a few moments later, you felt the soft, comfy bedsheets of your bed underneath you. Loki gently let you down, before he worked on tucking you in. "B-But, sweetie, I-I'm still wearing my street wear." You mumbled in between sobs. The god just smiled at you lovingly, snapped his fingers and caused a green shimmer to run over your body; changing you into the most comfortable, fluffiest pyjamas you possessed.

At this question, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. It was just a little bit too much. The pain, the frustration, that you had to quit work for today - everything.

"H-High pain day," was all you managed to say, before tears escaped the corners of your eyes. Loki reacted within seconds. He knew exactly what was going on and what he had to do. Without another word, he swept you gently off your feet and carried you bridal style towards your bedroom. That was at least what you anticipated, because your vision was blurry with tears. You clung to your boyfriend; wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head against his black shirt covered chest.

Seconds later, you felt his soft lips press a lingering kiss against your forehead. "I'm so sorry your osteoarthritis is treating you bad again, my love. I'm going to take care of you." He whispered against your skin in a smooth, deep voice, which gave you the feeling of being utterly loved and protected.

"Tea, darling?" You nodded; trying to give him a smile. He knew exactly what you needed on such a day. "P-Please..." "Of course." He said; still smiling softly. "Did you already take some of your pain meds?" You gave him another nod. "Good girl." He leaned down to press another sweet, gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'll be back in a few minutes, okay? Try to get comfortable and relax." "O-Okay."

While you tried to get as comfortable as somehow possible, Loki made you a cup of tea; returning with it only a few minutes later.

"There you go, my love." The god gave you the mug carefully and breathed another kiss on your forehead, "Thank you." before he started to unbutton his black shirt.

Loki was about to roll his black slacks down his legs, when you suddenly remembered something. As if struck by lightning, you quickly took a look at your alarm clock; standing on your bedside table. "Sweetie, don't you have a meeting in, um... Now? Go, get dressed again! You have to leave, unless you'll be late!"

You just took a sip of the tea, as you watched him undress with wide eyes. "U-Uh, sweetie, w-what are you doing?" A low chuckle rumbled through your boyfriend's chest. "What does is look like, angel?"

Blinking - and trying to not get lost in the delicate movements of his fingers undoing the little buttons, you watched how the fabric slipped off his shoulders; muscles bulging. "U-Um, I know, but..." You swallowed hard; taking another sip of the tea and almost burning yourself.

Your boyfriend only shook his head; smiling and kicked the suit trousers off his legs, before throwing them on the chair standing in the corner of the bedroom.

"B-But Steve hates it when you're missing out a team meeting..." He shrugged his shoulders, rounded the bed and slipped underneath the covers beside you. "So? You are way more important than Roger's unnecessary team meetings." "But-" "Ah.Ah. No buts, darling." Loki said; wrapping you up his arms; spooning you. "I'll stay with you. I want to help you as best as I can through this. Screw this meeting."

Your heart fluttered at his words. You couldn't help but to lean into his embrace; cuddling close. "Thank you, love." He nuzzled the crook of your neck; inhaling your scent. "No need to thank me. I am doing this, because I love you." Butterflies ran wild within your belly. "I love you, too."

The rest of the day was spent with cuddling, listening to the rain drum against the window panes and even more cuddling. He made you as much tea as you desired and even tried to ease the pain with his seidr - which really helped a bit.

In conclusion, Loki was the best, doting boyfriend you ever had.

[nastynellis]

how i think alex/sam would go :p

- they have always been cordial and have interacted plenty of times, though they never really had a relationship per se. they were friendly acquaintances if you will, but that changed when they got each other for the winter star feast one year. alex didn’t really know what to get him so he figured he’d talk to abby and ask her; she mentioned that he was due for some new wheels for his skateboard, so that’s what alex ends up getting him. sam on the other hand had an easier time getting something for alex, but he asked haley just to be sure. she mentioned that alex was yapping about a brand new pair of shoes that just dropped, and boom, sam got them. once they exchanged gifts and realized they both actually put effort into them, they realized they needed to start hanging out and be friends!

- things were normal dude stuff in the beginning. playing ball, going for runs, chit chatting, nothing serious. then eventually sam invites him over to show him his music stuff, that goes fine, then soon after alex invites sam over to lift some weights. after that they end up hanging out during the times that sebastian and abby don’t have sam.

- abby is fine with alex, he isn’t her favorite person but she doesn’t dislike him. shes open to getting to know him, though sebastian does not fw alex. he finds him dumb and egotistical and just doesn’t want to deal with him. after a while sam would bring alex around, and it would go fine! they all get along, though sebastian still feels iffy about the other.

- i feel like things would start getting Gay one day during a workout or something. i headcanon that alex has always struggled with his sexuality and has been a closeted in denial bi, and sam is openly bi— i think alex would probably get carried away in watching sam workout, sam notices this and even though he can be an airhead at times, he knows when someone is checking him out. he smirks and is like “what, see something you like?” and alex kinda freaks out and is like haha what are you talking about man. and instead of laughing it off sam gets kinda serious and is like dude it’s okay.. i’ve seen the way you look at other guys.. and alex is like fuckkkkk what. and and and sam sets the weight down and walks over to alex and gets a lil too in his bubble, smirking and all, and says “what do you think?” alex is frozen and he’s about to puke but something just kinda snaps inside him like fuck it. and he smashes his lips against sam’s and commence his gay awakening

- afterwards alex feels a little weird and kinda distances himself from sam and obviously sam realizes this and confronts him. alex opens up and tells him that even though he enjoyed it he just feels odd idk. sam understands though, assures him that’s normal, and tells him they can put it past them. alex thinks for a minute before cupping the back of sam’s neck and pulling him towards his lips

- nothing really changes between them other than them obviously sleeping with each other. people don’t really suspect anything, and the only person who knows what’s going on between them behind closed doors is abby, not even sebastian or haley but they have their suspicions and are pissed lowkey..

i’ve like.. made a whole storyline in my head about them hehe it’s too long to type.. i have so many lil headcanons and whatnot.. i should challenge myself to doodle a multiple page comic

[soulofapatrick]

Feeling Forever - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: You run away from your feelings for Alex and he comes after you refusing to let you go

Words: 4k

Warnings: Angst; smut; very gay smut; anal fingering; anal sex; lovemaking; arguing; two lovesick men being dumbasses

notes: Didn't mean for it to be this long (ha that's what she said)

Y/N’s POV

I sit in the opulent study of Kensington Palace, my mind consumed by the weight of my responsibilities as the Prince of England. The grandeur of the room, with its antique furniture and shelves lined with leather-bound volumes, offers little solace from the incessant demands of my title. The portrait of my ancestors looms over me, a constant reminder of the legacy I must uphold. 

Outside the window, the London skyline stretches to the horizon, a reminder of the world beyond these palace walls. And in the world, there is Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz, the first son of the United States, the man who has captured my heart and challenged every notion of duty and tradition. 

I can’t help but drift back to memories of Alex sleeping soundly beside me, his chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, a soft smile gracing his lips. It was in those moments, the world outside the palace walls temporarily forgotten, that I felt the most at peace. The way his hand would find mine in the darkness, fingers entwining as if we could hold the world at bay together. But then morning would come, and the harsh light of responsibility would pierce the bubble of our intimacy. I'd watch him sleep, torn between the ache in my heart and the duty that called me away. How many times had I quietly slipped out of bed and flown back to England, leaving him behind, knowing that I couldn't afford to choose love over my role in the public eye. Each time felt like a dagger through my heart, a sacrifice I had to make to fulfil my obligations.

The door to the study swings open suddenly, and there he is: Alex. His presence both electrifying and unsettling. He storms into the room, his russet eyes aflame with determination and I can’t help but notice the way the soft, warm glow of the chandelier highlights the fierce lines of his jaw and the fire in his gaze. His presence fills the room with an energy that is impossible to ignore. 

“Y/N,” he speaks, voice each with a mix of urgency and vulnerability, “I- We- We need to talk.” 

I shift from my place at the window, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in his disheveled appearance. His hair, usually perfectly curled, is tousled, and his shirt rumpled as he looks like he hastily put it on. His arrival is unannounced, and I can’t help but wonder how he managed to bypass my security detail. 

As I meet his gaze, I see it there - the raw emotion he’s been struggling to contain. His love, his frustration, his fear - all laid bare for me to see. And it’s in that moment that my internal turmoil intensifies. This love between us, it defies boundaries and expectations. He’s the first son of the United States and I’m one of the Princes of England, our lives bound by duty and protocol. Yet, as he stands before me, I can’t deny the depth of my feelings for him, feelings that have grown stronger with every stolen glance and secret rendezvous. 

"Y/N," he repeats, his voice cracking as he steps closer, desperation etched into every word. "I- Fuck, I am in love with you!" His words practically explode from him, his hands torn between reaching out for me or pulling at his already messy hair. His declaration hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest. It has me swallowing that lump in my throat, torn between the love I have for Alex and the responsibilities that weigh upon me as a prince. The weight of tradition and expectation bears down on me, threatening to crush the fragile connection we've built. But as I look into his eyes, the fire of his love and the vulnerability in his gaze, I feel my resolve breaking as the tears begin to blur my vision

“Alex,” His name slips from my lips like a broken promise, a choked sob following.  My heart aches, torn between duty and desire, between the world that expects so much from me and the man who has captured my heart. 

In that moment, all the walls I’ve built around my heart crumble. The need to be in his arms, to feel his touch, overwhelms me. I’m stumbling into his arms, my body seeking solace in his embrace. His arms wrapping around me, holding me close, and it feels like coming hime after a long and arduous journey. The tears that had been threatening to fall finally spill over, and I bury my face in the crook of my neck, inhaling his familiar scent. My fingers clutch at the fabric of his shirt as if trying to anchor myself in this moment of vulnerability. 

But then, as if driven by an inner conflict, I find myself pulling away from Alex. The room seems to close in on us as I step back, my heart warring with the demands of my role and my love for him. The weight of tradition and expectation bears down on my shoulders, making it hard to breathe. A suffocating tension hangs heavy in the air, making every moment without him feel unbearable. 

“Alex, I-“ I begin, but my voice falters, caught between the turmoil within me. I turn away from him, unable to look into his eyes, squeezing my eyes shut as if trying to shut out the pain and confusion that threatens to consume me. In this moment of vulnerability, I’m acutely aware of the void his absence creates within me. The thought of a life without him is like a gaping chasm, and my heart aches at the prospect of losing themas who has become to mean everything to me. 

Alex’s voice, soft and filled with an earnest plea, breaks through the storm of my emotions, “Y/N,” he says, his words a lifeline in the tempest of my thoughts, “we can learn to love each other on our own terms.” 

I want to turn back to him, to take him into my arms and declare that I choose him above all else. But the weight of my duty and consequences of such a choice keeps me routed to the spot. My heart longing for him, but the crown on my head remind me of the sacrifices I must make no matter what. The seconds ticking by, the room heavy with the unspoken truth. And then, as if my own heart can’t bear the silence any longer, I find myself practically screaming at him, my voice filled with anguish and desperation, “I can love you, Alex, but I can’t abandon my family.” 

The words hang in the air, a painful truth that echoes between us, and I can feel the chasm between our desires and reality widening with each passing moment. It’s as if I’ve drawn a line in the sand, a stark reminder of the choices I’m forced to make. I turn to face Alex, expecting to see the pain mirrored in those soft russet eyes. But what I see instead is that fiery determination burning within him. The hurt is there, etched into the lines of his face, but he refuses to back down. 

He crosses the room in two big strides, his eyes locked onto mine, and grabs my right hand. With a tenderness that belies the turmoil of our situation, he presses it firmly against his chest, right over his heart. I can feel the rapid beat of his pulse beneath my palm, a physical manifestation of the love and longing that courses through him. 

“Y/N,” He whispers, his voice raw with emotions, “I’ll fight for you. You’re the only person for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s forever, Y/N, and I won’t let it slip away.” 

His words wash over me like a balm to the wounds of my torn heart. The love in his eyes in unwavering, and in that moment, I see a future where we can navigate the treacherous waters of duty and desire together. 

The decision weighs heavy in my heart, but in this pivotal moment, I make it. I choose love. I choose Alex. 

My hand slips from his chest, and I cup his jaw gently, my thumb brushing over his cheek. I see the hope flicker in his eyes as he realises the choice I’ve made. With a soft and loving smile, he draws me closer, closing the distance between us. Alex softly grips my chin between his thumb and finger, a gesture filled with tenderness and longing. He draws me closer, closing the distance between us, until our breaths mingle, and our lips are mere inches apart. 

As the tension between us thickens and the yearning in our hearts becomes unbreakable, I can’t resist any longer. With a fierce determination and a longing that surpasses all else, I close the remaining gap between our lips. 

In that moment, our mouths meet, and it’s as though time stops. It’s a kiss filled with a sense of urgency, as if we both fear that the other might vanish if we don’t hold onto each other tightly.  As our lips press together, it's a delicate dance, a testament to the fragility of our newfound love. The kiss is tender and tentative, as if we're both afraid that this moment might shatter if we push too hard. I can taste the salt of our tears in the kiss, tears of joy and sorrow intermingling as our hearts finally find the solace they've been yearning for. It's a kiss that speaks of forgiveness and understanding, of the sacrifices we're willing to make for each other.

As our lips gently part, I find myself looking into Alex’s warm eyes, out breaths still mingling. There’s a quiet intensity in his gaze, and he leans in slightly, his voice a whisper as he says those three words once more, “I love you.” His words carrying the weight of his feelings and the depth of his commitment. 

My cheeks flush with a warmth that matches the affection in my heart, and a soft smile tugs at the corners of my lips. Unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence, I reach up to cup his cheek, my fingers brushing lightly against his skin, “I love you too, Alex.” I reply, my voice filled with a tenderness and sincerity. 

Alex’s eyes shimmer with unspoken emotions as he pulls me into a heartfelt embrace. It’s a hug that speaks volumes, a silent affirmation of my want for him and him alone. Then, he lowers his head, nose bumping against mine, drawing an embarrassing giggle from me before his lips find mine once again, but this time, the kiss is slower and more passionate. As if we’re savouring each moment and sealing our love with every tender touch. 

As our kiss deepens, I feel Alex's arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. His touch is both gentle and possessive, his hands finding their place on my hips as if he's determined to keep me close, as if he never wants to let go. My own hands tangle in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands and tugging lightly. It's a way to draw him even nearer, to lose myself in the warmth of his embrace. Our bodies press together, every point of contact igniting a fire within me. 

Alex walks me backwards, pressing me against the nearest wall, his large and calloused hands are moving up my sides and my heart is pounding so loud I’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it too. His tongue darts across my bottom lips, hands massaging the skin above the waistband of my boxers, drawing a gasp from me and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips. My own meets him in retaliation, tongue grazing mine and drawing a soft sound from my throat. 

I’m tugging at his shirt, needing to feel his bare chest against mine as he unbuttons my pyjama shirt, a warm sound rumbling in his chest as he breaks the kiss to haphazardly yank his shirt over his head. His grin is contagious as he dips his thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and I fumble with the buttons of his jeans, blushing when his hands bat mine away and undoing the buttons with ease. The embarrassment quickly fades when his jeans fall to his ankles, his boxers barely covering his erection. 

He looks a masterpiece. Standing in front of me, chest heaving with apparent nerves, and on just his boxers with the tip of his dick peeking through the waistband, making my mouth water and my own dick twitch with want. The head leaking pre-cum that has me wanting to fall to my knees right then and there but instead I’m gripping the back of his neck and yanking him into a bruising kiss. Lips colliding, teeth clashing and tongues caressing as his hips roll against mine, drawing a gasp from me that he swallows easily. 

“Fuck, I’m so in love with you.” I gasp out, my voice breathy and needy as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, one hand tangling in his soft curls and pulling, drawing a low sound from his chest in response. I definitely didn’t expect our argument to go like this but the way his lips are moving against my skin and the way his hands are gripping me tells me that neither did he. 

He’s chuckling softly against my skin before nipping at my jaw, “I love you too Baby,” he’s pausing to suck an almost painful hickey, tongue soothing over the pain before he continues, voice a low rasp, “I want to make love to you.” His words send a thrill through me and I’m pulling his face back to mine, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. It’s hungry and desperate, both of us wanting to convey our emotions through it and his hands are wandering again, exploring every bit of skin he can get to as if memorising every curve, dip and scar. I know he can feel my arousal with the way he groans into the dirty, dirty kiss when I press my hips forwards to grind against him. 

Loving the sounds he’s making I’m tugging on his hair again and pressing my hips forwards at the same time to create a delicious friction and a downright filthy sound leaves Alex. He’s suddenly pulling away from me, dragging a gasp from me as he dips his thumbs back into my boxers. He’s pushing them down enough for my head to fall back against the wall at the feel of the fabric grazing my aching erection until they’re gone and I’m standing in front of Alex completely bare for the first time. 

His lips are on my collarbone, sending waves of pleasure as he trails them down south. The warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the gentle pressure of his tongue has me mewling and my hands are finding his hair again while his hands find their way back to the dips of my hips as if they belong there. Before I can process it, Alex is slipping to his knees in front of me, my thighs pressing together in anticipation as his lips move down my stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way. His breath hot against my skin and his fingers are now trailing up my chest, massaging my abs as he begins to bite along my v-lines. The feeling is both eritic and almost overstimulating and my hips can’t decide if they want to move towards the feeling or away from it, drawing a very frustrated sound from my throat. 

Alex’s chuckling against my skin before pulling back enough to look up at me with those pretty, pretty eyelashes. His russet eyes never leave mine as he sucks on three fingers, the anticipation of what he’s preparing for makes my dick twitch and his eyes are drawn to the movement, a hungry look overtaking his gaze. 

“You gotta have lube,” He’s grumbling, getting to his feet and I feel a little disappointed as he’s no longer on his knees for me but I’ll take whatever Alex is offering to me. 

“Nightstand.” I’m choking out and he’s grinning at me again, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me flush against him, the fabric of his boxers causing a delicious friction when our dicks rub and he’s bringing his lips close to my ears, “I am going to ruin you Baby Boy.” Before he’s spinning me around and pushing me back so I fall on the bed with a surprised gasp. 

In a quick movement his boxers are gone and I can’t take my eyes away from him. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, watching me and it gives me time to really admire him. His well-defined arms and chest make me melt. The visible muscle tone only for me to see as they’re usually hidden beneath the somewhat baggy tee shirts he wears, shoulders broad as he holds himself with confidence. His tanned and toned chest leading down to those dark curls that lead to what I want. He’s hung, dick curving up to his stomach and leaking precum making my chest heave with want. 

“Alex,” I’m practically whining and it makes his grin grow even bigger and he climbs over me, dick grazing mine teasingly. His eyes flutter a little before he’s drawing me into a sweet kiss, this one slower and leaving me wanting more, the feeling of love almost overwhelming as his lips move against mine. As his lips meld against mine I’m gasping when two cold fingers circles my hole before he’s easing them past the tight ring of muscles. I can’t stop the wince at the stretch of his thick fingers but it quickly mixes with the arousal burning in my gut, especially when he separates them in a scissoring motion, moving in and out at a pace that quickly has me yearning for more His fingertips brushing so close to my prostate that I want to cry out in frustration and by the way he’s smirking against my neck I know he’s doing it on purpose, “Alex! Fuck, I need you. Now!” 

“You sure?” He’s pulling back enough to meet my gaze, thumb caressing my cheek as his fingers slip out and I let out a strangled sound of protest, hips canting up to meet his and drawing a sound from him, “Alright baby, slow down darling.” He chuckles softly, guiding my legs apart until they’re cushioned against his thighs and he’s drawing me into a softer kiss, tip of his nose bumping against mine as he lines himself up. His lips find mine, moving leisurely, thumb caressing my cheek as he replaces his fingers with the head of his dick, already stretching me wide. A heavy gasp is ripped from me when he slowly begins to slide in, eyes squeezing shut as he’s bigger than he could have prepared me for but he’s whispering soothingly in my ear, “Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay baby boy. I’ve got you sweetheart. It’s alright. Deep breaths. Relax baby boy. I’ve got you.”

The initial push draws a gasp from me, fighting every fibre in my body that is screaming at me to tense up as he eases his hips forwards more. His eyes never leave my face, watching my every reaction, pausing when I wince, my nails digging into his shoulders. His forehead presses against mine as he tries to hold on all control as I adjust to his length, gently rocking his hips forwards until he’s buried to the hilt. 

“Oh fuuuckkk,” I’m gasping out, feeling him graze that bundle of nerves, hips jerking slightly as he stills, “Alex, shit…” 

“God, you’re perfect.” Alex is whispering, pulling out until just the tip before pressing all the way back in, dragging a dirty moan from me and his lips are finding my neck again. It feels like I can feel every bump and ridge against my walls with every pull out and his tip presses deliciously into my prostate, causing my legs to tighten around his thighs. Low and guttural sounds rumble in his chest as our bodies shine with a thin layer of sweat, his loose waves sticking to his forehead, tanned skin flushing as he makes love to me. I never understood the difference between sex and making love until now with Alex, resting his forehead against mine and our hands tangled together either side of my head as he slowly thrusts, taking his time and drawing out our mutual pleasure. 

The sound of our panted breaths and soft whimpers and whines drowns out the beginning of the morning bustling outside my room and all I can smell is Alex: fresh citrus, fresh sheets and something intoxicatingly Alex. It all adds to the slowly building tightness in my stomach and I’m moving my hips down to meet his, my back arching when he hits that sweet spot that has me seeing stars. 

“A-Alex…” I whine and his teeth graze my chin, adding to the pleasure as every fibre in my body is on fire, that coil tightening almost painfully as he drags against my prostate with every thrust until I’m tensing up and my eyes roll back into my head. His hips begin snapping against mine, face buried in the crook of my neck and hands tightening in mine as I ride out my high, splattering both of our chests with cum. Ropes of it reaching as far as my bottom lip which has Alex moaning. 

“Fuuuucckkkk,” He pants against my neck, hips stuttering as he thrusts a few more times before he’s spilling his seed inside me, teeth sinking into my neck to muffle his moans before he’s collapsing on top of me and I’m untangling one hand from his to bring it to his hair. He hums softly as I begin to card it through his messy curls, “‘M so in love with you.” He admits again, raising to elbows and dark eyes falling to the cum that’s reached my lips. As if acting on instinct his tongue darts across my bottom lip and he swallows, making me clench around him and my dick twitch despite feeling utterly fucked out and spent.

“I’m so in love with you too.” It’s spoken so quietly I’m not sure Alex hears it as he slips out, leaving me empty, and stands up to find us a towel to clean us up but from the grin that breaks out on his face he does. He’s grinning the whole time he’s wiping away the mess on our chests as I’m too spent and tired to move. He goes to wipe away his mess now sliding down my thighs but I stop him, pulling him up to lay next to me. 

“We’ll find a way to make this work,” Alex is murmuring, kissing me softly, “I don’t care what anyone says, I am so in love with you and I will never let you go.” I can’t help but blush as he watches me, admiring me until I have to turn my face away as it’s too much attention. I’m not used to anyone looking at me like that: he’s looking at me like I hung the stars and it steals my breath away. 

He’s pulling the duvet over us, wrapping himself around me like a safety net between me and the uncertain world. His face buried in the back of my neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin and his arm sliding under out pillow while the other grips my wrist as if I’ll disappear again in the middle of the night. 

“‘M not going anywhere.” I whisper, scared to speak any louder without breaking this moment of peace and certainty despite the fear that lingers outside these four walls of my room. IN this moment I don’t care. I’ve chosen Alex. 

I’ve chosen Alex. 

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[candyspandemonium]

The 2024 Wrap Up

Aaaaaaand she's back. It's been a *year* but I wanted to do a post for the end of it, showing how many stories I've written and what type of project I did.

Writing :

9-1-1

To Forget Or Not Forget

When Christopher asks Buck for help when he's supposed to stay with Ana for the night, Eddie has to think about what he really wants to do with his romantic life.

Baby Whisperer

Athena and Hen open the door quickly and they look relieved to see them. “Buckaroo,” Athena sighs. “Thank God you’re here.” “This is a rescue mission,” Hen whispers. “We need your help.” “What’s going on?” Buck asks, his voice full of confusion. (...) “Baby whisperer!” Chimney calls. “Good. Tag, you’re it. Margaret, please give Jee to Bu – Evan.”

Another Side Of You

“Am I in trouble?” Chris asks as soon as he sees their faces. “No, Superman.” Buck smiles. “We just want to talk to you about something important,” Eddie says. Chris sits at the table, with Buck and Eddie across from him. “Are you and Buck going to date?” Chris asks. Eddie almost chokes on thin air, not expecting the question. Buck passes a nervous hand through his hair.

Child Whisperer

Or after Eddie and Buck get officially together, the 118 kids make sure that Eddie knows he can't mess with their Buck.

To Have A Home

After their break up, Taylor announces that she's pregnant. Buck must decide whether he wants to be a father. A story of the importance of family and of how to build a home.

Howling Love

Or the one where Eddie and Chris are werewolves and just cuddle with Buck.

Howling Protection

Or the Buckley parents are in town and Eddie loses his mind a bit.

Loving You Without Losing You

A 7x04 reaction. Buck goes on his date with Tommy. Eddie and Buck finally talk about their feelings.

Leap Of Faith

Eddie has to deal with the consequences of telling Buck to date Tommy until they're both ready to finally do something about their relationship.

I Think I Wanna Marry You

“Eddie,” Buck whispers-shout. “Do you remember last night?” He watches as Eddie looks down, sees the moment he notices the band around his finger, and can tell the exact moment the memories hit him. Buck looks at his own hand. Fuck. Yeah it’s real. “We – we got married.”

Bingpot

Or Buck, Eddie, Chimney, and Hen plan a heist to settle the debate of "who is the best duo of the 118". Buck and Eddie find love in the process. Bobby just wants to have some peace. A Brooklyn 99 inspired one shot for @gremlinsdiaz.

Raise Me Up

Or Buck and Eddie use a MMO to get Christopher to come back home, and maybe they get more than they planned.

500 Days Of Buck

Or 500 days of Eddie Diaz pining after his best friend.

Crossovers

Clarity a 911/RWRB crossover

Or while in Texas, Eddie confronts his own feelings with the help of his cousin and the Prince of England.

Tales of Lizards and Love a 911 Lone Star/RWRB crossover

 in which Carlos and Alex were high school friends and talk about their boyfriends after their engagement.

Red White & Royal Blue

Maps

In which a failing mask is the cause of Alex and Henry's friendship. As time passes, they learn to navigate life but mostly love. It's a long, messy road ahead but they have each other, right?

Scratch Me (To Sleep)

Or Alex listens to FoxyAsmr to fall asleep. What he doesn't know is that his new roommate isn't as much of a stranger as he thought.

Made For Love

Ice-Dancing AU! Where Henry and June are partners and Alex is just a mess.

Pick You Up (And Put You Back On Your Feet)

He doesn’t really know what they’re supposed to do now, uncharted territories and all of that but he’s hit with another memory from years ago. A stupid mistake, a challenge Alex had thrown Henry while he was drunk out of his mind. Can you carry me? Boy, had Henry delivered. Of course he had.

Weather Boy

“Hi,” Henry smiles despite himself. “What has the grass done to you?” Alex asks. “Nothing. It’s the rain.” Henry mumbles. “You’re bothered by the rain?” There’s amusement in his voice and Henry wants to – wants to what? Groan? He can’t when Alex is nuzzling his neck and is all warm and soft from sleep behind him. He lets himself fall deeper in his embrace, puts his hands on his arm, and squeezes, enjoying the way he can feel the muscles below his fingers. “I had plans,” Henry mutters. “Now the plan is ruined because of the bloody rain.”

Knitting / Crochet :

I got back to knitting this year and made three scarves for friends.

I also finally managed to start my crochet journey, making six hats (four of those were minis for little figurines a friend of mine has) so we'll see what 2025 brings!

I might post pictures later on if anybody is interested.

That's pretty much it. If you've made it this far, congratulations <3

I'm wishing everybody a happy end of the year!

If you want to share YOUR projects, don't hesitate <3

[ivymarquis]

Garnish

Pairing| Alex Keller x F!Reader Rating| M Content/Warnings| Free use smut (pre-negotiated terms), dirty talk, a brief sprinkle of dummification

For @glitterypirateduck's Alex Keller Challenge!!! lmao idk why I was so intimidated writing this. I haven't really been the biggest Keller girlie so I had no idea where to go with his voice. Obviously the best way to try and get a handle on it was to write a filthy PWP :) "I bet the neighbors know my name"

Alex would know those earrings anywhere.

They are, without question, his favorite pair of hers. And while a part of him has hoped she would decide to don them after his return home, until this morning the jewelry’d remained sitting in her jewelry box. 

Of course they are his favorite for a very specific reason.

The idea of roleplaying a free use housewife fantasy just scratches a deep seated itch inside the both of them. He's already got plans- one day in the very near future- for how he wants to put a ring on that pretty finger. Take the 'house wife' part out of the fantasy by entrenching it firmly in reality where it belongs.

But right now his thoughts are focused less on the engagement band and more on the pair of earrings dangling with every tilt and move of her head. She's taunting him.

The "rules'' are pretty simple. If she's wearing the earrings, Alex has full rein to treat her to like a personal fuck doll whenever and wherever the mood strikes him and she'll go along with it. When she's done playing, the earrings go back in the jewelry box and their sex life is the same as any other couples.

The second he sees her- having walked from the mutual bedroom to their kitchen where he found her upon waking up- he decides that today will be a lot more fun if he takes a slightly different approach to start.

He gives zero acknowledgement of the dangly jewelry despite the fact that he knows she knows there's no way he didn't see them. Just gives a half-sleepy smile and presses an affectionate peck to her temple while murmuring "Good morning, pumpkin." and it takes everything in him to not crack a grin at the indignant look on her face.

No doubt she expects him to jump the moment she gives the go ahead. To pin her down against the cabinets with one arm, lift her skirt with the other and have his wicked wicked way with her.

Oh no, dear heart.

They sit and have a perfectly normal breakfast. Or at least Alex does. His pumpkin looks wild eyed and a little suspicious at his newfound self control. Clearly not expecting it and doesn't know what to do with herself about it.

"Did you sleep alright last night?" he poses the perfectly innocent question. He's being an asshole- he knows it, but he's having too much fun. He knows damn well she slept fine last night because he wore her ass out. Could barely keep her awake long enough to clean everything up.

"Yes, did you?"

"Like a baby. You seem a little jumpy though this morning- might want to watch the caffeine."

Oh she's watching something but it sure as shit wasn't the coffee.

After collecting the dishes and placing them in the sink, Alex whistled to himself while getting ready for the day. Nothing too exciting- just a few 'Honey Do's, after he put his poor girl out of her misery.

She's finding any reason she can to be in the same room as him and it's adorable. Looking for this, needing to place that- she flits in and around like she's worried he'll forget she's there if not in his line of sight.

Eventually an actual task takes her attention off of Alex and that's when he strikes.

She's bent over in front of the dryer, no doubt fishing some far-flung sock that refused to come along quietly with the rest of the laundry.

Well fuck, he can't refuse a sight like that.

He knows her well enough that as one heavy hand lands to grab her wrist, the other fists the back of her hair with enough force to keep her from banging her head against the dryer in case she startles- which she does.

Huh. He'd of thought for sure that maybe a part of her was playing up the whole 'being bent in half in front of the dryer' thing, but from that reaction he's starting to think she was actually just focused on the laundry for a split second.

He doesn't miss the way she relaxes against his hold now that his little game is up. "What a desperate little thing you are. I haven't even done anything and you're ready to roll on your back for me." 

Now that he knows she's not going to split her head open on the edge of the dryer he releases her hair, his newly freed hand now reaching down to flip her skirt up. 

The sight that greets him is enough to draw a low whistle from the man. "No panties? Naughty girl. Almost like you were expecting to get fucked today." he teases, chuckling to himself as she nods and presses her hips against the stiffening bulge in his pants. "And here I was being a mean, mean man and making my poor girl wait. Surprised you didn't have to clean up your seat after breakfast this morning."

"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to actually do anything today," she can't help herself but to lightly grouse at him.

"That's the fun of me being in charge of when you get fucked today, pumpkin. I might bend you over every singular solid surface that can hold your weight, or I might make you wait. Choice is all mine."

Well, until she says otherwise. Or if she outright safewords. But that is a given.

His pretty girl is getting spoiled though if she's got time to be grumpy about not being bent over to her satisfaction. 

One hand trails over her hip, teasing the exposed skin as he revels in how twitchy she is. 

It takes prep- always does, always will. But they'd been at it for a good amount yesterday and with her presently about to melt into a puddle of desire and neglect after this morning, Alex is mindful but not too apprehensive as he opens his pretty girlfriend up on his fingers.

First one, just to confirm his suspicions- she's primed and wants to go, pressing back against him in anticipation as one becomes two. He knows that two of his is something akin to three of her own, and that finally seems to settle her down as his fingers stroke that spot inside of her that has her grabbing at the dryer for leverage and pushing back against it to press further into him.

"That's it, baby. Nice and fucking wet for me. You know what your job is, hm?" he purrs behind her. 

"Yes," she pants quietly. "Alex, please-"

"You're spoiled, you know that?" he still ends up pressing an affectionate peck to her temple again, pulling out of her warm body to work on freeing himself one handed.

She's all too eager to help get things rolling- standing on her tip toes and arching her back. It makes it easy to slide into her, taking a few shallow, rolling thrusts to work himself all the way inside.

Rewarded with the sound of her pleased moans, Alex is quick to settle into a pace that he knows will get the pair of them rolling their eyes in no time. At this point he knows how to get her going as certainly as he does to get himself off.

"Oh my God- right there," she moans, her own hands scrambling for purchase against the dryer to brace. Alex bands one arm across her waist while the other continues to knead her hip, keeping her close to him as he thrusts.

'Yeah? That's the spot right there pumpkin?" he asks despite knowing the answer. He just likes watching how she'll go from a smart, capable woman to a dumb little cocksleave desperate for his cum with the right kind of prompting.

"Ye-ye-yeah," she confirms as he stays steadfast in his tempo. 

"Fuck,” he groans at the wet heat of her clinging to him like she never wants him to leave her.

Letting go of her hip with one hand but keeping his other banded across her waist, Alex is all too happy to grope at her chest. Fingers plucking at her pebbled nipples- rolling and pinching one before switching to pay attention to the other. Those hitching breaths work in time to his ministrations as he works her up just to pull his hand away from her bust in favor of her clit.

Now that got her attention, each thrust of his hips and slow stroke of his fingers being rewarded with his name a constant chant in her mouth- Alex Alex Alex Alex-

“That good, pumpkin? You gonna- fuck-  make a mess for me? Come on, honey, ask me for it,” he goads.

She’s sputtering and scrambling to get her brain in working order- trying to be a good girl. Fucking adorable.

“Alex- fuck,- hgn- Alex- please! Let me- let me,” her brain struggling to play catch up.

“All ya gotta do is ask, honey. You can do that, can’t you?” Pressing another chase kiss to her temple, the dichotomy is not lost on him paired with the absolute filthy noises coming from where they’re joined. She’s gagging for it- literally can’t get the words out of her mouth in the right order. “Must be fucking you good if you can’t even talk properly,” he teases, a grin escaping him when she shoots him a glare over her shoulder. “I bet the neighbors know my name,” the uppity ones who seem to think they’re above socializing with any of the other tenants in the building- brushing off anyone who tries to get to know them.

God they must fucking hate Alex when he’s home after being sent out on mission.

“Alex please! Let me cum, please!”

His fingers kept up that maddening pace until his ears finally register that she did, in fact, use her words.

And Alex is nothing if not a man of his word.

He knows exactly how to change the quiet strumming of his stroking fingertips from the teasing touches meant to ramp her up, and the ones meant to drag her across the finish line.

Those pretty thighs are trembling as Alex plays her like a fiddle. She cums with a cry, seemingly caught off guard by how intense it is.

It doesn’t take much more to get Alex chasing his own end.

He finishes without much fanfare Pulls out, tucks himself away, pulls her skirt down and kisses her temple again before leaving a shaking mess left to sort out the laundry.

Much like breaking the seal on a night out of drinking- now that he’s given into the temptation he just cannot stop the rest of the day. The second his refractory period is up and he feels ready to go another round, he’s seeking her out within the house and can’t wait to climb on top of her.

He may or may not be the reason that lunch burns that day a few hours later. It’s a worthy reason though, and he happily orders takeout as an apology.

Age in bio/pinned or I will block you ♡

[ray935sworld]

How it ended (Lorenzo/ Alex M)

Chapter 3: Older brother

All parts

The next morning came and bought a dry mood to Cevera. Julia and Roser shared a look over their coffee mugs as their gaze traveled to the two empty chairs opposite of them. Normally the two would have run down the stairs, their voices loud, only their laughter louder.

They jumped, gave them a good morning kiss before sliding in their seat. The same routine ever since they were kids.

But now both boys hadn't left their room since their confrontation. Not like they had expected them to. But now the next morning had come and the Marquez parents hoped that with that some sense returned to their sons. To both their sons.

Marc was the only one joining them in the late morning. He sat down and had his breakfast, not asking about Alex.

Some more time passed. Still no sign of the younger brother. Marc acted like he didn't care. But Roser did.

She had a terrible feeling in her guts. She couldn't quite place it but the more time passed without Alex, the more unsettled she felt. She wanted to talk to him, reassure him that they get through his. She hadn't step up from him and the guilt was starting to crawl into her skin the longer Alex wasn't around.

When Marc finished his breakfast, later than Alex would normally sleep, she made a decision. She would fix this. And knowing her sons the best way was an eye tk eye between them.

"Marc, go call your brother down, will you? It's getting late" She watched him look up, his eyes, already grumpy now turned even darker. He crossed his arms infront of his chest, a challenging look towards his mother.

He refused to even think about his words as he spoke them. "I don't have a brother." Now it was his turn watching his mother's gaze turn dark. She tilted her head slightly to the side. A clear sign that now he had to be careful. But he refused to back down. Not so soon. No matter how cruel he knew it was and how little he believed in it.

"Marc. Don't be ridiculous." Her voice was showing how little she was willing to discuss this. Marc however was more than willing to fight on this.

"I'm being ridiculous?" he shot back angrily. "He is the reason I'm getting fucking death threats. It's his fault and he doesn't even try to see it! He's delusional!" "Because he's in a relationship?" "No. Because he is in a relationship with Jorge fucking Lorenzo. I - Do I really need to replay it all again? Lorenzo fucks him to get to me. Or do you actually think he loves him?"

No. She didn't believe it. She really didn't believe it. It just seemed to far gone, too much. She bit her lips and tried to overturn her thoughts, give them the benefit of the doubt. Afterall her son wasn't an idiot.

"Maybe. I don't know him." "Mom" Marc said, giving her a 'serious?' look. "What the fuck would someone like him want from him? For real. What should he see in him? Give me one good reason?"

"He's a good boy" "And naive. I mean - fucking lorenzo right now? In the middle of all this chaos? WHY?" "Maybe they didn't." Julia interrupted. Marc immediately gave him an angry glance, having believed he was on his side.

"Trust me, I am at least as unhappy as you are about this. I mean - Okay if they are in a real relationship, we need to deal with this. Together. Or else you're not gonna see your brother anymore. Do you really want this? Cause the anger that you're feeling right now will fade. And so will your career. You're not gonna race forever. Lorenzo will probably retire before you and then? What if Alex won't talk to you anymore. Are you still gonna hang after that?"

"He betrayed me. Us. Dad, he betrayed all of us." "Would it be a betray if Rossi hadn't spit out those bullshit accusation?" "I-" Marc stuttered. He stared down, shrugging. "I don't know. Yes. Maybe... I mean... He still would have slept with one of my rivals"

"Okay enough talking above Alex head" Julia decided. "We are judging something we know nothing about. We don't know how long this has been going on, right? I mean I doubt they started dating after Sepang. We don't know how Alex feels about him and how lorenzo treats him"

"There's nothing to know!" Marc tried to protest again. "Lorenzo is a toxic asshole that only wants to win. I-" "You are very different to your media persona too, young man" Roser reminded him. "And isn't he friends with Dani now? Dani is a kind man, I doubt he'd be friends with a toxic asshole." "But-" "Enough."

Julia looked between his wife and son and internally shook his head. Both seemed unwilling to move from their point of view. This would be an Intresting discussion.

"I'll go get him" Julia announced and made his was up the stairs. He knock a few times, not getting an answer while Roser gave his oldest son a daring glance. "Be nice" "Me?! He-" "Trust me, I won't go easy on him either. Dating a man 10 years older and not saying something. Not even to you. This could have gone so much worst"

"See?!" Marc asked, immediately jumping on it. "See?! You're against it too!" "No, I am questioning it as any normal parent should but I am not gonna disinherit him over it. Unlike-"

Julia interrupted them. "SHIT!" they faced the door as the older man entered, his face unreadable. "Alex isn't in his room. His jacket, shoes and backpack aren't there either. And I couldn't find his phone."

Essentially, he was gone. Marc understood immediately. His brother wasn't home.

"What?!" he asked, floating in disbelief. "No-" He stood up and immediately ran to the small board near the door. He took one look only to realize that all keys were there.

"He didn't took the bike." he stated. 250cc and old. It wasn't made for long distance. A part of him wished he had took it. It would have meant he was nearby. But he didn't. "He can't - I mean..."

It felt like a punsh to the gut. It made him forget their fight, the last night and everything else. He but his lips, trying to find his anger again. He wanted to stop caring. But he couldn't. He silenced his worries but being angry at someone when the person is down the hall, safe and sound in his room is something entirely different than being angry at someone who could be anywhere and nowhere. Especially when you love that someone.

He bit his lips. He refused to give in that easy. What if it was just a way from Alex to make him give in? A manipulation? Maybe Lorenzo had suggested it?

The thought of Lorenzo already knowing what happend between the brothers made him angry once more. It felt wrong. It was wrong. He had no business knowing what happend in Cevera. Alex shouldn't tell him everything.

His train of thoughts took him back to the betray and the depth of it. He suddenly realized how much a couple would share. If Alex actually believed they were in a relationship, then he would have shared his problems, fears and stories with him. So Jorge knew stories about him. Personal. Private. Childhood stories.

The idea alone made him remember his anger. He shook his head, trying to push down the worry he had for Alex. "He-" he started despite hot really believing it. The bigging feeling in his stomach said otherwise. "He's probably just on a run. I don't care."

With that he went back to his room, leaving his thoughts back in the kitchen.

He worked on some stuff, scrolled through his phone and when he realized he was subconsciously listening to the door, trying to figure out if Alex had returned, he decided to go for a run. After all, he didn't care, right?

It was in the late afternoon that he returned to the kitchen, where his mother was sitting in the kitchen, a worried expression in her face. It was a mixture of worry and anger, ready to change any second.

"And? Did he say something else about his stupidity?" Marc asked while making himself a protein shake. "No. He didn't." Roser said with anger close to the surface. "Because he - whose name is Alex as you very well know - still hasn't returned."

The words hung over the kitchen like a dark cloud. Like an accusations. Like a bad omen.

"What?" Marc asked softly, his eyes wide as he turned to her. She nodded. "Alex, your little brother, still hasn't returned. And after some calls, I found out that apparently, none of his friends have seen him. And he isn't with family. No one has seen him. He doesn't answer calls or texts..."

"He... But he's okay, right? I mean he's... He wouldn't do anything stupid?" Once more he forgot that he was actually supposed to be angry at him. "OH suddenly you care?" And there was the reminder. He nodded.

"I - I don't. I just -" "OH no. No, you don't start with this crap again. You care about Alex and you want to know that he is safe. Well, there is only one person I haven't asked yet and I am pretty sure he is the most likely to know anything" "Mmh? Who?" "Lorenzo."

Marc stared at his mother. If he hadn't abandoned the shaker in the sink, he was sure it would have fallen to the ground by now. "LORENZO?!" he repeated. "Are you fucking with me?" "No. They are in a relationship so it'd make sense, no? So give me his number so I can contact him."

"I-" Marc blinked in confusion, almost sure that he was the only sane person left in this house. "No! No the hell no!"

He looked like a rebellious child, but Roser had dealt with that enough. Very calmly and very neutral he stated "You, Marc Marquez Alenta, are going to give me Jorge's number. Right now." Unlike what Marc seemed to thing, this wasn't up for debate for her. "No. Why should I even have his number? Cause I don't!"

"I don't care if you have it or not. You are going to use your fucking MotoGP connection to get me that man's number so I can call him and ask him if at least he is looking after my baby. Do you understand? We are talking about my baby. I have every right to call him and make sure that he cares about my son! Because we definitely failed to do that. Including you. Especially you."

"Mama, he betrayed me. I am not-" he trued to reason but she wouldn't have it. "Not that again. What did he do? Fall in love? Date someone you don't like? No. No, son that is not a betray, that is Alex living his life. I made the mistake to not wrench your brain back in your head once because I was too shock and - yes I did believe it at first. But you have no real prove that Alex relationship affected you in any way. Or did Jorge give you any advantages? And you certainly didn't and you would never anyway. So tell me, what exactly did Alex do to betray you?"

He was silent after that. He had no answer. He wanted to, but he couldn't.

"I'm going to ask Dani for his number." he agreed silently. "That's what I thought"

[michelsens]

Tennis thoughts about what happened while I was sleeping:

Reilly vs Gio is such an irresponsible matchup. They’re gonna serve at each other until someone dies. Reilly won set 1 tho (!!!)

TEAM USA UNITED CUP FINALIST FUCK YEAH LETS GO

Joao Fonseca won a challenger again. He can’t stop winning titles. I fear he may actually be the opposite of Alex Michelsen. (Beautiful for my agenda)

Naomi Osaka and Kei Nishikori in the final of a tour level tournament I know that’s right!!! Kei moved up 32 spots in the live rankings, and if he wins tomorrow he’ll be world #62! Naomi is back in the top 50 and if she wins tomorrow she’ll be at least #43!

Clara Tauson got bageled in doubles as punishment for what she did to Robin. >:(

Tomas and Jerry retired from a match!?!

Nishesh beat BVDZ from a set down in qualies R1? Iconnnn

Thank you for your time.

[apocalypseornaw]

Nothing I Would Change

(We'll pretend this is Dean for the sake of this)

I was tagged in this post by @kayhi808 on @witchygagirl the challenge was "cursed" so I used a Buffy episode storyline

Warnings um just cursing and mentions of blood I believe

"Alex, where did you hear about this place?" You followed her into the door of a costume shop she'd dragged you, Claire, Kaia and Patience to. The only reason Jody had ok'd the trip was due to your presence. "A nurse I work with" she replied looking over her shoulder at you with a smile.

You weren't sure about the idea of a Halloween party. Garth was hosting it but the idea of multiple hunters taking a night off on possibly one of the busiest nights? Kind of rubbed you the wrong way, plus the chance of something going sideways.

You followed the girls around the store half heartedly paying attention to their choices, giving your opinion when asked. Normally you loved taking the girls out for a day but your head wasn't in it. You and Dean weren't exactly fighting but there was something not quite right.

On some level you felt like maybe it was the idea that you weren't exactly the picture of femininity. Yeah you could clean up decent if a case called for it but you preferred your flannel and jeans. You knew Dean, he wasn't a guy like that. He did not expect the whole damsel in distress, need a man to save me type of girl but the longest relationship he'd ever had was Lisa and for fucks sake the woman wore satin gowns to sleep in while you wore an old band tshirt.

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"You're being quiet. What's up?" Claire asked once they all had purchases and you were yet to even look. You shrugged "stuck in my own head I guess" Kaia smiled "Want help picking a costume?" You nodded "Sure. You girls know my sizes. Have at it" the four of them went in separate directions so you headed for the dressing rooms to wait.

Claire came back with an outfit that vaguely resembled Xena, Kaia had a dress tucked over her arm while Alex had grabbed a nurse outfit and Patience a cop outfit. You took the bundle with a slight smirk "Jesus did all of you get suggestions from Dean?" A laugh ran through them "Just try them on! We don't need to know about what you and Dean do in the dark" Claire teased so you rolled your eyes at her before heading into the dressing room.

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The Xena outfit showed too much, The nurse outfit felt more like a role play outfit and the cop one just felt weird considering your boyfriend had gotten arrested by the feds multiple times in his life. You pulled out the last outfit which was Kaias pick. It was a dress that resembled some of the costumes you'd seen on "Reign" it was gorgeous and when you slipped it on you felt like a princess.

When you opened the door all of the girls started to whistle. "That's the one!" You laughed as they made a big deal out of you "Ok, ok. I'll get it!"

"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late...." Dean trailed off when he walked into the bathroom to see Jody helping you put the final touches on your hair. "Do you like it?" You asked with a nervous smile, smoothing the front of the dress. He nodded slowly, eyes raking across your body "You're absolutely beautiful baby" Jody let out a light laugh "You two are adorable really but Dean's right, you're gonna be late"

Her and Donna had opted to hand out candy to trick or treaters so they were staying home. You shot her a smile then followed Dean out. You weren't one of those couples to do matching costumes and he'd gone with a peaky blinders inspired look and sweet lord the first time you'd seen it you had to pick your jaw up off the floor and Eileen had responded similarly to Sam's getup as well.

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Dean opened the passenger side door for you and when you raised an eyebrow he smirked "Cmon let me be a gentleman" you smiled and placed a quick kiss against his lips "Of course" then climbed in.

Once he was in the driver's seat he reached over for your hand. "You look amazing sweetheart" he spoke quietly and while you looked the attention it wasn't doing anything to subdue your worries. You smiled hoping it looked genuine as you replied "Look at yourself Winchester"

The party was going great. A lot of hunters were in attendance including hunters like Garth and the Banes twins that weren't just normal hunters. Dean watched as you danced with Max and couldn't help but smile, the last few weeks you'd seemed distant and it had worried him. What if you'd decided he wasn't what you wanted, what if you'd found someone better? He couldn't face losing you. He'd never felt about anyone the way he felt about you. He loved you in a way he'd never thought possible and hearing your laughter when Max dramatically dipped you made his heart flip.

"Careful Dean, your face may crack if you smile any harder" he heard someone tease and turned to face Makayla, one of your friends. He laughed lightly "Can't help it. I know I'm a lucky man" she smiled "I'm glad to see her happy. She deserves the best" Dean nodded, never taking his eyes off you "Yeah she does"

The British men of letters hadn't been active in a long time, not since the seige of hunters versus them. No one could have predicted them attacking at a Halloween party of all things.

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The chaos littered around the field the party had been set up in was insane even compared to shit Dean had seen. Monsters crawled in from every corner and fights were everywhere.

Garth and Bess were both teeth and claws tearing through beasts while the Banes were throwing spells left and right. Dean hadn't been worried considering you could handle yourself pretty well but when he noticed a handful of people taking on the characteristics of their costumes the mystery costume shop you and the girls had gone to popped into his head.

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Dean's face was slick with blood, none of it was his. He'd fought his way through a trio of Loup-Garous to get to you. He'd heard your scream and when he found you you'd been pinned against a tree by a vampire about to sink his teeth into your neck.

He'd never moved as fast as he did slicing the vamp's head from his shoulders. Your eyes locked with his half a second before you fainted.

Your head felt like a mixture of the first time you'd drank moonshine, mixed with your first concussion mixed with the migraine you'd had after lucifer had snapped your neck and Cas brought you back.

You opened your eyes slowly and realized you were in one of Garths guest cabins. You tried to sit up but the world shifted causing you to have no choice but to fall back against the pillows with a groan. What the hell had happened?

You looked down to see you were wearing one of Dean's shirts and a pair of his boxers instead of the dress you'd been in. The last thing you remembered was talking to Makayla.

"Dean" you called out, grimacing at how rough your voice sounded. You heard footsteps a second before the door opened to reveal Dean. He was still wearing his peaky blinders look but was coated in blood. That alone made you push through your dizziness to sit up "What happened? Are you ok?"

He quickly made it to the bed easing you back against the headboard in a seated position "British men of letters. We officially wiped out that chapter now thanks to some of Rowenas contacts" you nodded slowly "Why don't I remember?" He touched the shirt you wore "The dress? That store was a front. They placed plants in front of quite a few hunters to get as many of us as possible into cursed costumes" he took a shallow breath before you saw his face fall "I almost lost you"

He sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You laid your head against his chest "I'm sorry Dean. I just wanted to be soft and feminine for once" you felt him stiffen under you "Is that why you've been distant? You feel like I don't see you as feminine enough?" You wouldn't meet his eyes but nodded.

He gently grasped your arms to push you back where he could grip your chin to make you look at him "I almost lost you to a cursed costume because you think I give a shit about things like if your makeups done? I love you, I love you in my old shirt, I love you when you're filthy after a hunt, I love you when you're dressed up, I love you when you're in sweats. I don't care what thought has went through that beautiful head of yours but there isn't anything about you that I don't love and there's not a damn thing about you I would change ok?"

You nodded, feeling tears spring to your eyes "Did we lose anyone?" He shook his head "No, thankfully we didn't" he pulled you back against his chest so you let him, laying your head down to listen to his heartbeat. "Matching costumes next year?" You asked quietly and felt his chest vibrate with laughter "As long as we go somewhere like target or spirit halloween, only chain stores from here on out"

[castielscaplan]

Songs4Caplan Challenge

(I located an older song fic challenge from a deleted blog I had that had this graphic on it. LOL)

Rules:

Tag me in the authors notes & send me a message with yuor fic once it's posted! (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)

Please tag the proper warnings before the fic

Can be ANY CHARACTER YOU'D LIKE!!

More than one person can write for the same prompts

RPFs are allowed

If you’d like to write for more than one song, please make them separate fics

the songs are randomly picked from my playlist, so don't judge lol.

Can be however long you’d like the fic to be, however, please be considerate to the folks using the app and place the 'keep reading' feature on your posts!!

PLEASE tag the fic as #songs4caplan so i can easily find your fics!!!

Addicted to you simple plan

Africa Toto 

All downhill from here new found glory 

All for you sister hazel 

All summer long kid Rock 

Alone together fall out boy

Amnesia 5 seconds of summer

Animals maroon 5

As it was Harry styles 

as the world caves in Sarah cothran

Ashes of Eden breaking Benjamin 

Attention Charlie put 

Bad guy Billie eillish 

Bad things jace Everett

Beautiful mistakes maroon 5

Beautiful soul Jesse McCartney 

Before he cheats carrie underwood 

Before you go Lewis capaldi 

Beggin maneskin 

Better than me hinder

Blue ain’t your color Keith urban 

Burn usher 

Car radio twenty one pilots 

Church fall out boy

Climax usher 

Come & get it Selena Gomez 

Count on me Bruno mars 

Criminal Fiona Apple 

Deja vu Olivia rodrigo 

Delicate Taylor swift 

Diary Tino Coury 

Dirty laundry Carrie underwood 

Dirty thoughts Chloe adams 

Don’t call me up Mabel 

Downtown lady a 

Drivers license Olivia rodrigo 

Easy on Adele 

End of me a day to remember 

Every breath you take the police 

Every morning sugar ray 

Everybody hurts r.e.m. 

Fall for you secondhand serenade

Fallin Alicia keys 

Fast car Tracy Chapman 

Flowers Miley Cyrus 

For the first time the script

Forever young alphaville

Forever and ever amen randy Travis

Fuck it Eamon 

Fuck you bitch wheeler walker jr

Ghost of you Justin beiber

Glimpse of us Joji

God gave me you Blake Shelton 

Hate (I really don’t like you) plain white tees

Havana Camilla cabello 

Heart attack Demi lovato 

Heartbreak anniversary giveon 

Heaven Kane brown 

Hello darlin Conway twitty 

Hold on, we’re going on drake 

How do you sleep Jesse McCartney 

Hurt Johnny cash 

I fall apart post Malone 

I miss you blink 182

I see red everybody loves an outlaw 

I wanna be your slave maneskin 

I’m not the only one Sam smith 

I’m the only one Melissa Ethridge 

I’m yours Alessia Cara 

In my blood Shawn Mendes 

It ain’t me baby me Johnny cash 

Jealous nick Jonas 

Just one yesterday fall out boy 

Just the way you are Bruno mars 

Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne 

Killer queen Queen 

The last of the real ones 

Leave  the door open Bruno mars 

Leavin’ Jesse McCartney 

Let her go passenger

Like I can Sam smith

Lips of an angel hinder

Little do you know Alex & sierra 

Little Talks Mumfords & sons

Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert

Man down Rihanna

Misery Maroon 5

My Boo usher & Alicia keys 

Needed Me Rihanna 

Never gonna be alone Nickelback

New Rules Dua Lipa 

Not Over You Gavin DeGraw

Obsessed Mariah Carey

One Call Away Charlie Puth

One More Night Maroon 5

Our Song Taylor Swift

Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow 

PillowTalk Zayn Malik 

Please Don’t Leave Me Pink

Red Taylor Swift 

Remember the time Michael Jackson

Rolling in the deep Adele 

Say My Name Destiny’s Child

Say So Doja Cat 

She’s Got You Patsy Cline

Shower Becky G

Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars 

Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Take a Bow Rihanna

Take Me to Church Hozier

Take You Dancing Jason Derulo

There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes

Title Meghan Trainor

Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith

Too Little Too LAte JoJo

Trip Ella Mae

Trouble P!Nk

True Love P!NK

Unfaithful RIhanna

Unholy Sam smith

Unsteady X Ambassadors

Uptown Girl Billy Joel

Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Walk Me Home P!NK

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline

Want U Back Cher Lloyd

What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers

What Ifs Kane Brown

Wolves Selena Gomez

Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner

You Found Me The Fray

You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember

You Need to Calm Down, Taylor Swift

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Gary Oldman Masterlist

Oh hey guys, this man has done so many characters. Granted, I may not write about all of them, but these guys, I will. He's such an amazing actor, with a wide range of characters, many of them hot as fuck. Here are some that I've written for. And listen, I won't be mad if you drop a comment or reblog, honestly! In fact, it would make my day!

Drexyl Spivey

I Know I'm Pretty You and your roommate find a new weed dealer, and as it turns out, he's hot as fuck. NSFW

We Got Everything Here Your roommate, Alex, goes out on a date, which leaves you and Drexyl with the apartment to yourselves NSFW

While We're Waiting Your roommate tells you that she wants to watch Drexyl finger you, and it awakens a new kink. NSFW

His Cake and His Present Drexyl only wants one thing for his birthday — you. You decide to make it a birthday he'll never forget NSFW

Youtube videos:

Sims 4 Rags to Riches challenge with Drexyl Spivey

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Jim Gordon

Detective!Reader (in chronological order)

What Dreams Are Made Of When GCPD gets a new transfer, Jim worries she could be another corrupt cop that he'll need to worry about.

The Dark Morning On a rainy December morning, you cannot find the strength to get up for work. Jim can get up, but it's not exactly for work. NSFW

The Dark Day You and Jim get distracted while making a late breakfast NSWF

The Dark Night You and Jim work from home on a case that's been plaguing him for years, have a spirited debate on what constitutes a Christmas movie, and snuggle up on the couch with some take out

Sleep Just To Dream Sometimes your dreams were so vivid that they would affect your mood even after you were awake. After you dream of catching Jim in a compromised situation, you have a hard time letting go of the jealousy that follows.

Santa's Helper Christmas Eve at GCPD

Two Sides, Same Coin When your former partner shows up in Gotham City asking for help on a case, Jim gets a bit jealous after learning more about your history.

The Spice Rises After a long week, you and Jim decide to blow off some steam by trying some new games. NSFW

At His Mercy You and Jim play a new game (part two to The Spice Rises NSFW

Perfect You should've known that Valentine's Day with Jim would be perfect, even when you hated Valentine's Day.

Sirius Black

One Shots

Ever So Sweet Sirius is sorted into Gryffindor, much to his mother's chagrin

Drabbles

Drinking Games Drabble

Whispers and Wishes Drabble

Long Fics

You've Got An Owl It's been ten years since the Second Wizarding War, and just over a year since Sirius Black was mysteriously thrown out of the veil. Both Sirius and Hermione signed up for a Quill Companion Service and were matched, unbeknownst to each other. Through their letters, they find healing and fall in love, while in person they cannot stand each other. COMPLETE

If Only She Knew Sirius has escaped from Azkaban and gone to see his godson. He wasn't counting on being as exhausted as he was. He also wasn't counting on a muggle finding him and taking him home. Nor did he think that he would be tempted to keep being a dog just to stay with her. WORK IN PROGRESS

Requests

NSFW prompts #50 "I want it. I want to taste you."

Dr Zachary Smith

NSFW prompts #52 "Won't you help me? Please?"

Norman Stansfield

NSFW prompts #48 "Shall we put that mouth to better use?"

[indigosunsetao3]

Keeping Lines Blurry

Chapter 7 - Digging for Information

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on A03 for any of your triggers

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick X Original FMC 8.3k words - AO3 Link.

Scrolling through the cameras for hours didn’t provide Gaz with the information he was looking for. He had been hoping for a slipup, for recorded proof that Henry was abusive toward Olivia but he couldn’t find a single thing. Every time something escalated between the two of them, which was often, Henry would make sure the fight happened in their bedroom or his office where he had manual control of the cameras. Olivia held her own well enough in the beginning, daring to step up to him and argue back but was always cowed down into obedience. Just once Gaz thought he caught a yell of pain from Olivia from a hallway camera but it was too short and distant to be sure.

“Find anything interesting?” Soap asked as he wandered in smelling distinctly of a bar but with a duffle of clothes and two large cups of coffee in his hands. He had stopped in the security room to see Gaz sitting at the cameras in their sleeping quarters, looking like he was nodding off with his head on his fist.

“No,” Gaz said with a yawn as he leaned back and stretched his arms above his head, his chest popping with the movement. “I did have an interesting night though,” he tacked on to which Soap raised an eyebrow as he handed Gaz his black coffee. Keying up the video for Soap to see what happened with Olivia the night before, Gaz proceeded to tell Soap everything. Even handed him his cell phone to show him the text exchanges with the unknown person.

“You think Henry’s hitting her?” Soap asked as he pulled a chair over to the door and climbed up on it to wrench the camera above it out. He had requested it be removed the day before but the security company hadn’t gotten around to it.

“I don’t think, I know,” Gaz said simply as he watched Soap wriggle his knife this way and that to pop the camera out of its housing. “I didn’t see him do it but she showed up on the kitchen cameras with the bruise. The side of her face on the other cameras was hidden, almost like she was walking that way purposely” he explained as Soap finally got the camera free and unplugged it before lobbing it onto the bed. “Look,” Gaz offered before scooting out the way and hitting play for Soap to see.

Soap didn’t say anything for a while as he watched Olivia arriving in the kitchen, shaking as she tried to hold it together before ultimately dropping the glass. Gaz showed up in the room a few seconds later and their brief exchange played out, part of the image cut off as they were partially hidden behind a counter. Soap had paused the video once or twice and backed things up, causing Gaz to shift in closer to see if he had spotted something that Gaz had overlooked, but he didn’t see anything out of the norm.

“Well, she definitely came in with it,” Soap mused as he straightened back up again. “But,” the tone sounded skeptical and Soap paused looking at Gaz’s face, which looked as if the man were going to challenge the next words out of his mouth. “Look,” Soap tried again with a small sigh. “Something is up based on those texts and whatever Alex found, I’m not denying that. But I don’t trust her,” he finished and saw Gaz tense in the chair, not hiding his agitation. “I’ll be the first person to knock his fucking lights out if he did something. You should know that of all people,” Soap reasoned with a quirk of his eyebrow. Gaz was aware of the shitty childhood he had and that fact his father liked to knock his mother around after a few drinks. “But she’s a damn liar and manipulates people to suit her. She’s proved that time and again, especially toward you. Bit convenient that she suddenly had a meltdown right when you were near, no?”

Gaz let out a frustrated sigh as he looked at Soap, ready to throw about three different retaliations at him for everything he had just said. But he also wasn’t wrong with what he was saying either which agitated Gaz more. He knew he was too close to make a proper call, that despite three years apart the wounds were still not healed and if anything had been ripped open these past few days. There had been no way for Olivia to know he was heading back to the room when she had the moment in the kitchen, but she was fully aware there were cameras. Gaz was pretty sure the knowledge of being recorded was what caused her to freeze in his embrace and quickly pull away. She was afraid someone, or Henry, would see. She did seem truly frightened, that kind of fear and body-wracking sobs were hard to fake, but perhaps there was a mix of truth and lies in the whole scene.

“Fine,” Gaz finally bit out as he snatched up his coffee and drank down almost half of it despite the fact it was far too hot and burned his throat. “So, help me keep an eye on things. Keep an eye on her and her husband so we get the proof.” Gaz stated as he rose from the chair and moved to snatch up some clean clothes to shower off.

“Isn’t what we’re supposed to be doing anyway?” Soap asked with a smirk as Gaz rolled his eyes at him. “I’ll keep an eye don’t worry. And don’t take too long in the shower, I smell like stale beer and cigarettes,” Soap tacked on as he pulled his shirt off and threw it onto one of the beds.

“That’s your own fault,” Gaz answered as he disappeared into the bathroom just as a message came in. He nearly dropped the phone in his haste to get it out of his pocket to find a message from Alex. He wanted Gaz to meet him at the MI6 office downtown as soon as possible, he wanted to hand off the information in person and he only had about an hour before they were headed out to a day full of meetings offsite.

Gaz sped through the shower; the water had barely heated up before he was back out again. He told Soap where he was going as he walked out tucking in his shirt and didn’t bother lacing up his boots fully as he darted out of the room. Soap called something after him but Gaz didn’t catch it as he took two stairs at a time to get to the main floor and he only paused when he nearly bowled over one of the maids hauling laundry. Snatching the keys where Soap had left them in the security room, Gaz bolted to the SUV and zipped down the driveway, smirking a bit to himself as one of Henry’s staffers coming in had to swerve out of the way to miss him.

Morning traffic in downtown London was a nightmare but Gaz weaved his way in and out of cars to the office with relative ease, evasive driving training came in handy quite often. He had been staring at the clock on the dash the whole trip, tense and anxious he wasn’t going to make it in time but with twenty minutes to spare he was parked. He sent Alex a quick message asking where he was before flashing security the clearance badges they had all been given to get into the building.

“Did you fly here?” Alex asked simply as Gaz appeared at one of the cubicles he had claimed. The office area they had been given wasn’t much bigger than a conference room, multiple cubicles filled the space and many of them were being used as storage for old paperwork or extra computer equipment. It smelled like dust and just looked like it had been abandoned for years, a few of the overhead ceiling tiles having telltale signs of prior leaks.

“You said an hour,” Gaz reasoned as he looked around for a moment before dragging a wheeled office chair over to join Alex. ”Place is a bit depressing,” he stated as he sank down and finally bent over to tie his boots fully, “not even a window.”

“You get used to it. Intelligence guys are usually relegated to the basement,” Alex answered as he crushed the now empty paper cup that held the last dregs of his coffee. “Here’s the start of the files I was able to pull together,” he continued as he pulled open a draw that squealed loud enough they both winced. “I’m still waiting on some things, I don’t know who Henry and his family know but there’s a ton of red tape,” he handed Gaz a pile of dark blue files, all of them stamped with MI6’s top secret logo on them.

“This is a start?” Gaz asked as he flipped one cover open to peek at the papers within. Each file had papers inside that were bound together with a clip at the top, and some of them were pretty thick while others felt like they only had a page or two them. A quick glance told Gaz Alex had just handed him almost ten different files. “How much red tape? Is it going to be an issue?” He finished slapping a file shut.

Alex gave Gaz a withering look before pulling the laptop in front of him closer and opening up about five different screens at once. “Has red tape ever been an issue?” He asked simply as he gestured to one screen that was running some sort of decryption code, before clicking on another that was downloading what looked like personnel files from Henry’s family business. “I’m also waiting on some things from my contacts,” he added as he pulled up an email to find nothing new had come in the last few minutes.

“What about the phone number?” Gaz asked as he dug his phone back out of his pocket to see nothing new had come across.

“It’s a virtual number,” Alex answered, “nothing I can really glean from that. It’s local to London but that’s about it. No way to trace location, the email address they used to register it is a spoof,” he shrugged. “You’ll have to do figure them out the old-fashioned detective way,” he finished before the door to the room opened and someone popped their head in.

“Keller, time to go,” the man said as he spotted Gaz and Alex sitting together. Alex subtly shoved the files more behind Gaz’s body so they wouldn’t be seen, the guy didn’t take any notice as he left again and shut the door behind him.

“Keep these under wraps. I had to sweet-talk the secretary into printing them for me. Apparently, printer privileges are on par with security clearance,” Alex shook his head as he rose from his seat and stuck his pistol back into his chest holster. He left the laptop partially open, though locked, so it could continue decoding information.

“Why did you print them? I thought you were just going to send them over,” Gaz asked as he straightened the pile and tucked them neatly under his jacket. It was a bit bulky to try and hide under the black material but as long as no one was looking too closely he’d be able to get out the door without incident.

“I don’t trust Henry’s stuff,” Alex answered simply, “he’s got a lot more high-tech shit than I think anyone realizes. I didn’t want to risk you opening the emails on his internet and let him have a front-row seat to our investigation.” He turned his head over his shoulder as the man reappeared as if to usher Alex out of the room and Alex merely waved to indicate he was coming. “It’s all in there. I’ll get you more stuff when I can. Until then keep communications about this quiet. I’ll let Price and Ghost know when I see them next, tell Soap.”

Gaz nodded once and watched as Alex left before following a few minutes later. He knew there had to be more to this whole thing and with the way Alex was talking Henry had so many connections they weren’t just dealing with an ordinary civilian. Grasping his phone, he sent another message to the unknown number to state he needed any and all information they were willing to give him. But if they were going to screw around and play games he was done and it wasn’t worth his time. There was a response almost immediately and Gaz paused in his walk out of the office to read it.

Read the files first.

Gaz froze and instantly turned his head to look around the office for obvious cameras. How the hell did this person know that Gaz had files of information? He didn’t see any visible cameras but that didn’t mean anything. Typing out a quick reply Gaz shot back.

Tell me one thing that lets me know you aren’t fucking with me. Olivia still has your first set of dog-tags that you gave her.

“Fuck,” Gaz muttered as he looked at the phone not sure what else to say to that. He had given her his first ever set he received before he shipped off on a long mission. She had been beyond herself with worry about him going away so long he had given them to her as a sort of charm to cling to. They had not been in the boxes of items she had returned to him and he honestly thought she must have thrown them away.

Who is this then? In time. Read the files in a secure location and get back to me. Don’t message when you are on the property.

So, this person also knew what Alex did. That must be why they never responded to him the night before. They must have known Gaz was back at Henry and Olivia’s house and didn’t want to risk reaching out to him and have the communication intercepted. It had to be someone close to Henry but also knew Olivia as well. That narrowed the pool of people down a bit but not enough.

Back at the house Gaz went straight to the bedroom and dumped the files onto the bed and flipped them all open. Soap had been sitting at the cameras when he returned but quickly rose up and came over to see what Gaz was doing. Between flipping pages, Gaz quickly explained how they needed to be careful about what they were talking about, where they were talking about it, and absolutely no electronic communication when they were here on property connected to the internet. Soap was frowning as he flipped through some pages before he took the file and flopped on one of the beds to start reading. He had dug out his sketchbook from his bag and started scribbling notes after a bit and Gaz followed suit with a little notebook he had found down in the security room.

“One of us is going to have to head out soon,” Soap said after some minutes in silence. “Henry’s got a few meetings today,” he stated though his eyes never left the paper he was reading over. “When was the last time you slept?”

“When was the last time you slept?” Gaz tossed back without looking up either. Both of them were running on little more than fumes, and while they were used to lack of sleep, they needed the rest.

“Fair,” Soap answered before flipping his file closed and sitting up. “I’ll go today and you take night shift. But only if you pack all this up and sleep some,” he narrowed his eyes a bit. “If I go and listen to this drabble for hours and come back here and find out you were eyeballs deep in this shit I’m going to be pissed,” he finished. He knew Gaz well enough, the need for information was going to drive him to continue reading, digging for new information. “Get a few hours then put on your tin foil hat and figure this shit out,” he grinned.

“Fine,” Gaz answered as he flipped his own file shut. To be honest, a lot of it was blurring together in his mind. It was a lot of intricate tracking and some of the stuff was just going in circles. What he did find interesting though that had wheedled its way into the forefront of his mind was Henry had bought majority ownership of Olivia’s father’s company right after they were married. Her father had run a decent-sized logistics company that helped ship pretty much anything throughout England and Europe in general. It wasn’t exactly weird, Henry had already been a junior owner with Olivia’s dad, and they had been friends since they were in their twenties. But Gaz still found the timing a bit off.

Once Soap had left and Gaz did a preliminary sweep of the house cameras, Olivia was in what looked like a small library reading, he retired to bed. The day shift security team that Henry insisted they keep was still there to watch the house and Gaz doubted much would happen during the day. He buried his head under the pillows and despite everything that was swirling in his mind he managed to fall asleep in a matter of minutes. One thing the military had taught him was the ability to sleep at the drop of a hat because you never knew when your next chance of rest was coming.

“Time to get up, Sergeant,” came a voice sometime later and Gaz started. He hadn’t even heard the person enter the room, which was unusual for him. Flinging the pillow off his head Gaz blinked a few times to see Ghost had entered the room. Turning his head toward the clock Gaz almost bolted out of bed. He had slept for almost six hours, about two more hours than he had planned.

“What brings you here?” Gaz asked a bit groggily as he wiped at his face and swung his legs out of the bed. He felt a bit nauseated and too hot, like he was almost sick and he rubbed the back of his head with his hands to try and orient himself.

“Changing off,” Ghost said as he threw his duffle next to Soap’s on the bed across from Gaz. “You’re with Price. Prime Minister has a public PR thing this evening,” he shrugged, “and they didn’t want my face all over the evening news. Price is downstairs waiting; you’ll want to wear a suit.”

Shit. He hadn’t been planning on that, he was hoping to take the evening to continue digging through paperwork. They had been warned they would be rotating and shift changes but Gaz hadn’t expected it that soon. Standing up now Gaz groaned before digging the files he had stuffed between the mattress and box spring out, not able to think of a better place to put them yet, and walked over to the desk where Ghost had already sat.

“Get a chance to speak with Alex?” Gaz asked as he set the files down. “Up for a bit of light reading?” He knew Ghost was always up for a bit of research, despite his intimidating stance when they were out on the field, he wasn’t all brawn and no brain. He enjoyed digging into things and tended to pick up on patterns or small details others overlooked.

“Alex filled me in,” Ghost answered simply as he pulled a file over. “I’ll see what I can find,” he added as Gaz padded to the bathroom to get ready.

Soon enough Gaz was ready, fixing his tie in the bathroom mirror before stepping out. Ghost didn’t even look up from the mess he had made with the files, some of them strewn open on the floor, another propped against a monitor, and one clutched in his hand as he made some tick marks right on the paper. Gaz didn’t bother to say goodbye, Ghost probably wouldn’t even acknowledge it anyway, when he was in deep like this, he shut out the outside world. Which meant Soap was going to be on patrol when he got back which Gaz knew would agitate him, but he wouldn’t dare tell Ghost no even if he was dead on his feet.

“Sir,” Gaz said as he stepped into the living room where Price was. His Captain was also in a suit but Gaz could see telltale signs of a chest holster under his jacket, just like Gaz had on. Price certainly seemed uncomfortable when he was dressed up. The tie was a little loose around his neck like he had been tugging at it and the cuff on his right wrist was undone because Gaz knew he said it restricted his firing hand.

“I’ve worn more suits in the past week than I have in a whole year,” Price groused as he tugged on the tie again.

“It’s not so bad,” Gaz answered with a smirk as he fixed his own cuffs so they poked just slightly out from his suit jacket sleeves. “Bit nice to dress up now and again,” he added. In truth, Gaz enjoyed a good suit and used any excuse to dress up a bit. Living most of his life in jeans or military gear putting on soft expensive clothes was a bit of a luxury to him and he had more suits than occasions to wear them.

Turning to leave Gaz followed Price out but stopped when they got to the long hallway to see Olivia headed their way. She was dressed nicely in a lilac-colored dress that went down past her knees, her dark hair was twisted up into an elegant hairstyle and she finished the whole look with a black clutch and sky-high heels. Price stepped off to the side to let her pass and she gave both Price and Gaz an appraising look.

“Where are you going?” Gaz asked bluntly, his eyes sweeping over her. Her makeup was applied so expertly that he couldn’t even see the bruise or small nick on her cheek from the night before. Her eye makeup was dark and the lipstick she had donned was a sinful red that made Gaz swallow once before he tore his eyes away from her lips.

“Does it matter?” Olivia asked as she paused her steps a few feet from Gaz looking a bit shocked at his interest.

“It matters because you should have security,” Gaz quickly covered and he saw Price glance at his watch as if he didn’t have time for this. “Does the team know you are going out?” He glanced at Price who didn’t say anything which meant that the 141 had not been made aware of her going out.

“I’m going to dinner with a few friends,” she answered simply before pulling her phone from her clutch to glance at it. “I have security, Henry is the more important one remember,” she added. “I have some people from the security company to babysit me.” Her last words were a bit sarcastic and Gaz raised an eyebrow at that. “Don’t let me keep you,” she gestured toward Price indicating she realized they too were going out.

Gaz hesitated for one moment longer before following Price, glancing over his shoulder back at Olivia to find she was still watching him, as he turned the corner. Price didn’t say anything as they walked out to another SUV he had brought and was still silent until they turned out of the driveway onto the main road.

“What did you find in the files?” He asked simply as he merged into traffic.

“Nothing yet,” Gaz said simply, not surprised that Price already knew. “Ghost is looking at them now,” he explained as his phone buzzed to find a text from Abby. He silenced it and put the phone away again.

“And what about this unknown number that’s been messaging you?” Price continued, his voice even though Gaz knew there was a hidden edge to it.

“Nothing yet. They know I had files though, knows that we’re digging into Henry. Told me to not contact them when I was on Henry’s network and gave me information no one really knows to prove they aren’t messing about,” Gaz answered as he cut his eyes over at the man.

“Were you going to tell me about all this or just let me find out from Alex?” Price asked, his voice still calm but Gaz could see how he was gripping the wheel. Fuck.

“I haven’t had a chance, sir,” Gaz stated. “It’s all sort of happened quick and when Alex told me to keep it secure,” he paused. “I should have told you anyway,” he finished. The past days had all been such a messy blur and he had been so eager to dig in he hadn’t paused to tell his Captain what was happening. “Sorry,” he finished though his tone was more matter of fact instead of sounding it.

“You are to keep me informed of everything,” Price looked over at Gaz as they were stopped at a red light. “Anything you find, suspect, have a hunch on,” his voice had taken on a commanding tone. “This shit is beyond assassination attempts at this point. We’re looking at a huge global event so you don’t keep any details from me. I don’t care about your feelings on the matter, about whatever the hell you’ve got in your head about Olivia,” he paused.

“He hit her,” Gaz cut in simply, feeling a bit of anger rise in himself. Yes, he had been wrong to not tell his Captain but he also didn’t appreciate being treated like a child. “Last night and I don’t think it was the first time or the last,” he finished as they started moving again.

“Did you see it?” Price asked.

“See him hit her? No of course not, he wouldn’t have a fucking face left,” Gaz answered, shifting in his seat a bit. “I saw the bruise on her cheek afterward, he hit her hard enough she was bleeding,” Gaz finished.

“You keep that rage in check Sergeant,” Price snapped, though it was a bit hypocritical since he wasn’t keeping his own temper in control. “You cannot be rash. We deal with this like we deal with everything else. Details, information, and all the facts before we act. Diving in head first without a plan is a death sentence,” he finished.

“I’m not going to stand by and just wait for him,” Gaz started but trailed off as Price turned to face him. The man did not care that he was still actively driving, albeit down an empty street.

“You are going to stand by and you are going to wait,” Price ordered, making direct eye contact with Gaz for emphasis before turning back to face the road again. “Henry isn’t stupid. He may have lost his temper last night but he’s not going to risk it again. Especially if he knows you know,” he finished as he pulled into an alley and cut the engine.

“How would he know I know?” Gaz asked as he undid his seatbelt.

“You think he isn’t always watching the cameras? That he doesn’t have ears all over that house? Soap checked in with me earlier. He overheard Henry mention something happened in the kitchen last night between the two of you, so he knows.” Price stated before taking on, “you need to be careful with your actions. Alex said Henry’s got Olivia’s phone cloned so he’s paranoid enough as it is”. At Gaz’s shocked face he tacked on, “this is why we share information, Kyle. Now let’s go,” he finished and pushed open his door to exit effectively ending the conversation before Gaz could interject or fight back.

With a bit of a snarl, Gaz exited the vehicle and slammed the door a little too hard before following Price inside. Once in the warm building Price filled Gaz and the rest of the security group in on what they would be doing. Price and Gaz would follow the Prime minister directly at his back while the rest of the team filled in gaps and were planted about the room. This was a press event to discuss the peace summit that was still scheduled to continue, despite all the recent attacks. Gaz took his orders without a word and fell into step behind Price, his eyes alert for any threat as the Prime Minister answered questions and worked the room afterward.

During the event his phone had gone off a few times, the vibration in his breast pocket jarring him slightly each time though he didn’t portray it. He dared to glance at it during quick breaks to just find messages between the team, another message from Abby he hadn’t had a chance to respond to yet but still nothing from the unknown number. They must have been waiting for him to get through the files or thought he was still at Henry and Olivia’s house. Aligning himself with a wall near an exit Gaz dared to dig out his phone again to see a message had come in from Ghost. He had found something and he wanted them all at the MI6 office to discuss it. Now.

Gaz glanced up at Price who had also received the message and they made eye contact across the room. There was a reason Price was a Captain. He took control of any situation with ease, no one dared to question him and before long Price and Gaz were back in the car. The Prime Minister was a priority to safeguard but Price had ended the event a few minutes early and he was on his way back home with twice the amount of security than he had come with since Price and Gaz were called away.

The car ride was quiet but there was no tension, both men had worked together long enough that disagreements melted away as soon as the conversation was over. There were no holding grudges and no need to rehash anything that had been said. Alex and Soap had chimed in that they were on their way and Ghost had secured extra guards for Henry as well so he could slip away. Henry didn’t even notice, or if he did he was too busy working in his office to care. Olivia still wasn’t home yet but that didn’t seem to bother the man either.

“What’d you find?” Price asked as he walked into the office with Gaz trailing close behind. He had ripped the tie off his throat the minute they had parked and was working on the top two buttons of his shirt as he took a heavy seat down in one of the chairs.

“Henry’s family,” Ghost said simply as he threw a bunch of files down on the table in the center of the room. “They’ve been knee-deep in this shit for years,” he continued as Alex pulled a file to himself and started flipping through it. “All their money comes from real estate as far as their taxes are concerned,” he continued to explain as Gaz took up his own copy, “but the real money is in the fuck ton of shell companies I found. It was buried deep, but Alex managed to decrypt a few things and get me the information.”

“Rich people have shell companies all the time,” Soap reasoned, “it’s how they avoid paying their fair share and can buy six yachts.”

“Not all the shell companies were fake,” Alex answered as he flipped a few pages in. “He was using fake companies to hide his real companies, inside other fake companies.”

“Red herrings?” Gaz reasoned and Ghost nodded yes in agreement.

“Fine but what does this tell us exactly?” Price asked, never one to wait around and play the guessing game.

“They’re working in weapons manufacturing,” Ghost answered as he flipped the laptop around. “These houses aren’t houses. They are warehouses,” he pointed to a few, “that have been converted to manufacturing,” he zoomed in on an image and showed them a seemingly abandoned warehouse where a truck was being loaded with pallets of weapons. A truck with a very familiar logo on it.

“Olivia’s father’s company,” Gaz stated after a second, things clicking into place. “That’s why he bought the company.” He started flipping through the papers quickly before finding the name of the company and the purchase date all mixed in with the real and fake company names. “He needed a well-known, established, legitimate business to move these things. No one is going to question a business that ships everything from furniture to medical supplies all over Europe anyway. They have a huge fleet of trucks, the infrastructure and contacts already established.”

“None of this is illegal though,” Soap chimed in. “He’s not running these companies, his family is.” He made a face at the looks the rest of the men gave him, “yes I know he is probably doing it in everything but name but we can’t prove shit. All of the stuff tied directly to him looks legitimate on paper.”

“Keep digging,” Price said simply. “You can’t dig yourself a hole this big without getting some of the dirt back on you. Explains why he is so paranoid. Cameras everywhere, watching everything everyone does, monitors all electronic communications,” he flipped his file shut before looking at the team. “We keep it business as usual while we research in the background. Do not act different, do not let on.” He cut his eyes toward Gaz at that last sentence.

Two weeks of acting like everything was normal and Gaz felt like he was going to start climbing the walls. Alex was getting information when he could but after the initial influx of items it was taking longer to gather things. He needed assistance from his contacts and of course, the further you dug the more things were buried and intertwined which made the process all that much slower. Throw in the fact they were all working rotating shifts on protection duty it was hard to have time to sit down and read, let alone try to tie together all the convoluted mess. The unknown number had been helpful enough to tell them where else to look, though the messages were a bit cryptid and they wouldn’t reveal any other identifying details yet.

Gaz finally had a free night and he was staring at the paperwork in front of him that was marked up with Ghost’s notes, cross-outs from Price with revisions, and Soap’s chicken scratch commentary on the side. They hadn’t figured out anything new and Alex was pulling an all-nighter with Ghost to try and pull apart some heavily redacted and password-protected information as they took watch at the Prime Minister’s house. There was nothing new to gain with what they had besides going in frustrated circles and Price had told him to take some time away though Gaz wasn’t good at resting when there was work to be done.

“Get gone,” Soap said as he walked into the room and stared at Gaz who was staring aimlessly at the paperwork. “I’m sure there’s a pretty blonde waiting for you somewhere,” he grinned as he snatched the file right out of Gaz’s hands and threw it onto the end table.

It was true, Abby had messaged him that she was back in town for a few days. His last time off she had been out of the country working and the time she had off he had been on shift. Though them not being able to see one another hadn’t stopped them from talking via text constantly. Or a few very late-night video calls that ended up with Gaz holed up in a bathroom with headphones for some extremely graphic phone sex that ended up with both of them making a respective mess.

“I’m not sure I like the fact you comment so often on my pretty blonde,” Gaz responded with a smirk as he got up and messaged Abby quickly before tossing the phone onto the bed. Granted he had been the one willing to share some intimate details anyway and a few pictures that were not revealing. Abby was a big fan of sending him lingerie shots while she was working or other shots when she was alone in a hotel room. “What about you? I’m sure you could find your own pretty blonde if you put in a little effort” he reasoned.

“She could be our pretty blonde if you’d just share,” Soap joked, though the idea wasn’t that farfetched. It had been a while now but there had been a time the two of them had shared women while deployed. “And who says I don’t have a pretty blonde? Maybe a redhead and a brunette as well,” he laughed and winked before disappearing into the bathroom. Soap tended to keep his sex life to one or two than done, sometimes not even making it out of the bar bathroom or the back of a car.

Gaz changed into a nice short-sleeved polo and jeans, opting for casual since Abby had told him she had just gotten in a few hours before and they’d just do takeaway if he could pick it up. He was fairly certain food was going to be the last thing either of them was worried about after two weeks of high tension but he agreed nonetheless and they had settled on Chinese. Tossing a goodbye over his shoulder to Soap who was in the shower Gaz shrugged on his jacket and headed out into the hall to find Olivia standing there.

“Going out?” Olivia asked innocently as she looked at Gaz, his cologne hitting her like a slap to the face. She was also headed out, a night on the town with a few of her old friends, not the stuffy ones that were Henry’s little spies but her friends from college. She had managed to wrangle it before Henry had a chance to say no, he was traveling with the Prime Minister anyway so he was too far away to really do anything about it.

“I am,” Gaz said simply, his eyes taking in the slightly too lowcut red dress that hugged her curves, though Gaz noted they were a bit diminished. She looked a bit gaunt underneath the flawless makeup and hair. “Looks like you are as well,” he added gesturing to the strappy heels that wrapped up to the back of her knees. This is how they seemed to find one another these days always going in opposite directions as if they were unconsciously avoiding one another. Their conversations while not exactly sniping at one another were painfully civil and awkward whenever they saw one another. Neither of them had acknowledged what happened in the kitchen all those nights ago and Gaz seemed to think Olivia was trying to pretend it never happened.

“Dinner with a few friends, maybe some dancing,” she shrugged a bit, “Henry’s out of town and I need a night away from here. But don’t worry I have my babysitters,” she rolled her eyes cutting Gaz off before he had the chance to ask about her security. There hadn’t been a single threat since the initial bout of attacks and it was making everyone uneasy. The enemy hadn’t been caught and there was no way they were slipping back into obscurity, so the silence was ominous that they were planning something big.

“Enjoy your evening then,” Gaz stated before moving to step around her, pushing down those heavy thoughts and questions he was burning to ask her.

“Your evening a secret then?” Olivia asked after him, though she had a feeling she knew where he was off to.

“Well I seem to remember that you don’t fraternize with the help,” he smirked to show he was teasing but he didn’t answer her either. She didn’t know where he was off to, he wasn’t the one that needed protection.

“Ah, so with Abby,” Olivia tossed back and gave Gaz a knowing little smile, pretending like the thought didn’t hurt. She knew the flight attendant's name and had figured out that was who Gaz was with that night in the kitchen when she caught the whiff of perfume. Then knew they were still talking when she heard Soap and Gaz discussing her while they sat in the security room not realizing she was in the hallway. “You’re not the only one that can know things,” she finished before walking the opposite way down the hall.

“Fuck Abby,” Gaz ground out an hour later, his hands gripping tight on her hips as she rode him on the couch. The food hadn’t been touched and was still in the brown paper bag on the coffee table in front of them, long cold, and forgotten. Gaz had barely managed to sit down before she had jumped him, though he hadn’t complained for a second as she undid his belt and settled herself between his knees on the floor. She had been eager to get her mouth on him and had almost pushed him to finish there but he wasn’t having that, not yet. He had yanked her up onto his lap to find she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath her skirt and was so fucking wet he slipped right in without resistance. “Just like I imagined,” he huffed as his thumb found her clit to help her along though he could feel her clamping down on him.

“Mmm, I knew I was in for a good ride after you laid me out on the kitchen counter,” Abby answered as she threw her head back and Gaz grabbed her hair from behind and tugged hard causing her to cry out as she arched on him. “Right there,” she said breathlessly after a moment, Gaz contorting her so he was hitting that perfect spot over and over.

“I know,” Gaz answered simply with a small laugh as he rolled his hips and then bucked them up to match her downward movement causing an obscene slapping noise. “You going to cum for me?” He asked leaning forward to bite and suck at her exposed neck, but she didn’t answer, too lost in her own bliss to get the words out. “Yes you are,” he felt her shudder and then she let out a strangled moan that pushed him over the edge to finish with her, a loud groan building in his chest as he bit and sucked shamelessly at her neck leaving a mark as she rocked her hips furiously chasing her own high as she helped finish him.

“Fuck,” Abby breathed as she collapsed forward onto Gaz who wrapped his arms around her gently while they both caught their breath. “That was,” she didn’t finish only laughed which caused Gaz to laugh as well.

“That was only one position,” Gaz answered simply before Abby leaned back and gave him an incredulous look. “I’ll need to eat first before I put you in about six different other ones,” he smirked at her face before helping her off of him to go clean up. When he returned, she had started heating the food in the microwave and they settled in on the couch to eat and watch a movie. He had checked his phone once or twice when Abby was distracted but nothing had come through. They were only about halfway through the movie before Gaz started kissing on Abby’s neck and they moved it to her bedroom where there was much more room to spread out.

Hours later once Abby had fallen asleep, Gaz gently played with her hair as she splayed across his chest, his phone lit up the dark room pulling him from his doze. The messages came in quick succession and he grabbed at the phone as quickly as he could without disturbing Abby but also to get it before the vibration woke her up. They were messages from an unknown number but this one was different than the usual.

I need your help. Can you come get me? It’s Olivia. Kyle please Please don’t ignore me.

“Shit,” Kyle muttered before quickly dislodging Abby from him, careful to gently roll out from under her and move to sit up on the edge of the bed to answer. He wasn’t sure when she got his number, though it wasn’t out of the question since everyone in that house had the whole team's number. Rubbing his eyes for a second, he shot out a response and used the light from his phone screen to try and find his boxers.

What happened? Where are you? I’m at the dance club you used to always take me to. Is everything alright? What is going on? Just hurry Where is your security team?

She didn’t answer that last text and Kyle moved to grab his pants and shirt quickly pulling them on and not doing the best at being quiet. Abby had awoken and she pushed herself into a halfway leaning position on her arms and was blinking at him.

“I’m sorry I have to go,” Gaz said quickly as he leaned over and cupped her cheek to give her a kiss. “Emergency,” he reasoned and when she widened her eyes he tacked, “I don’t think it’s huge but they need me. Go back to sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow.” When she nodded and slipped back down under the sheets Gaz fastened up his pants and jogged out of the room, putting the address to the dance club he knew well, and climbed into the SUV.

He peeled away from the curb into traffic without a second thought. He didn’t care that someone had laid on their horn because he cut them off or he had run a red to avoid getting caught in a busy intersection. He made it to the dance club in less than fifteen minutes and there he found Olivia standing in the light drizzle holding her shoes, utterly alone and shivering in her stupid red dress by the valet podium.

There was a group of men eyeing her and Gaz instinctively parked the SUV roughly and got out to go to her, glaring at them as the wolf-whistled at her before retreating a bit at Gaz’s presence. Olivia seemed a bit out of it as he reached a hand out for her arm and she flinched a bit before blinking up at him. Her makeup was a disaster all over her face, her hair had partially fallen out of its updo and Gaz could smell the alcohol wafting off her in waves.

“Are you fucking drunk?” Gaz snapped as he wrenched open the passenger side door and helped her inside, his eyes searching around the area for any threats, but also her security team. “Where are your friends? Your security?” He asked as she attempted to get her seatbelt but failed miserably so Gaz had to lean over her and buckle her in before shutting the door and jogging back around to the driver’s seat and climbing in. He was seething. She had made it seem like this was some huge emergency and pulled him from his night off to pick her up because she was wasted.

“I ditched them,” Olivia said quietly as she tossed her shoes onto the floorboard and turned to face Gaz. She flinched back a bit from the anger in his face but didn’t back down. “My friends didn’t want to come here and I did. My stupid security wanted to take me home,” she sighed and moved to pull her hair down the rest of the way. “I don’t want to go home,” she muttered as she wiped at her eyes, only smearing the mascara more.

“Well, that’s where I am taking you, I don’t know what else you were expecting when you called me,” Gaz snapped as he put the car into gear. “Did you do this on purpose? Because I was with Abby? You can’t stand to see me happy and just feel this unending need to fuck with me?”

“Do you remember when we used to come here?” Olivia asked simply as she gestured to the club behind them. It was as if she hadn’t heard a word Gaz had said to her and she was lost in her own drunken stupor. “You used to take me dancing even though I have no rhythm, I still don’t,” she laughed a bit sadly. “I miss dancing, not that stuffy waltzing shit Henry does. But real dancing,” she sighed. “I miss being happy,” she tacked on before rubbing her eyes hard with the heels of her palms as if to hold the tears in. “I miss having my own fucking life, freedom,” she sighed heavily and dropped her hands to find Gaz looking at her. He had put the car back into park and hadn’t left yet, but was instead watching her.

“I remember,” Gaz said quietly after a second of silence. “I remember having to guide you on the floor while simultaneously dodging your knife sharp heels. And I also remember you can’t hold your whiskey for a damn, so why were you drinking it?” He could smell the particular alcohol on her breath now that they were inside the car.

“Because you like whiskey,” Olivia said simply as if it were obvious. “Don’t take me home Kyle,” she silently whispered, the tone begging, “take me anywhere but there so we can talk.”

[practically-an-x-man]

Prompt? (No rush, save it if you wanna)

Write a Drabble for each of your OCs with the theme of Breakfast.

Ooooh now this is a challenge! A drabble is meant to be exactly a hundred words... and I'm pedantic as fuck when I write. But I'll give this a try, thanks for the prompt!

Rae:

"Wanna go out today?" Warren asked, leaning backwards out the bathroom door to look at Rae in the bedroom beyond, "Coffee? Breakfast?" "What's the special occasion?" she replied lightly as she ran a comb through the snarls in her hair. Warren shrugged. "No special occasion. Just wanted to take you out to breakfast, is all." he said, then shot her his most charming smile, "Want to show off the fact that I've got the most beautiful girl in the world." "You don't have to chat me up, you know." Rae said, but couldn't hide her blush, "I'm already all yours."

Robin:

"Wren, honey-" Peter started, then lightly rapped his knuckles on his daughter's dining tray to get her attention. The toddler looked up, and Peter switched to ASL seamlessly: Cheerios go in your mouth. Not the floor. "Is your daughter making a mess again?" Robin asked, nursing her mug of coffee with a faint smile on her face. Peter raised his eyebrows at her, though he couldn't hold back his grin. "Why is she my daughter every time she makes a mess?" "Because she's my daughter every time she doesn't listen?" Robin fired back with a shrug, "I mean- metaphorically speaking."

Madison:

"Bravo, breakfast!" At the promise of food, the wolfdog bounded eagerly off the foot of the bed. Alex, who had been lying half-underneath the animal, crumpled inwards with a sudden, sharp groan. "You okay?" Madison asked, amusement quickly turning to concern when she saw the grimace painted across his face. "Got used as a launchpad," he muttered, clutching at his lower abdomen, "Worst alarm clock ever." "Pretty sure I've had worse." "I mean worst for people who didn't spend half their life living in the middle of nowhere." "Eh, I'll make it up to you," Madison promised, "Bravo, let's go."

Ophelia:

"Here, Ol's." Peter said, sliding a plate of steaming scrambled eggs onto the only open space on her desk - which happened to be exactly where she was working. Ophelia glanced up, vaguely startled. "Scrambled eggs at two in the morning?" "It's eight-thirty, babe." "Oh, shit- have I really been working all night?" Now that she'd been pulled from her hyperfocused trance, the exhaustion hit her like a speeding train. "Yeah. Maybe try to get some sleep?" Peter urged, setting a warm hand on her shoulder. "No promises," Ophelia shot back, "But I'll try to wrap this up. Thanks for breakfast."

Jasper:

"Ugh," Jasper mumbled, splashing a bit of cold water on his face in an effort to ward off his exhaustion. He'd been pulling late shifts at the hospital, hoping to scrape a few extra bucks after Kyle's work laptop had decided to kick the bucket. Speak of the devil - Kyle ducked his way into the bathroom, giving his partner a squeeze and a kiss to the top of his head as he passed. He stretched to grab his toothbrush, brown doe-eyes still a little bleary with sleep. "I don't feel like making breakfast." Jasper sighed. Kyle smiled. "Café du Monde?"

Quinn:

"Coffee is not breakfast." "Coffee is close enough," Quinn muttered, tugging their mug a little closer and shooting Billy a firm look, "Don't have an appetite anyway." "You want me to make you a bagel?" Billy persisted, already wandering towards the kitchenette. "What part of I don't have an appetite didn't make sense the first time?" "Made perfect sense, Q." he responded, briskly grabbing a bagel from the bread box - why did One have a bread box in the twenty-first century? - and slicing it in half, "But I speak fluent Quinn, and I know you'll feel better after you eat."

Katherine:

The break room in the museum was already awfully small, but it felt even more cramped with the press of a dozen bodies around her. Even Rexy, drawn by the scent of sizzling bacon, had attempted to press her bony snout through the door. Katherine was half-tempted to tell the more waxen-inclined to scram, under the guise that they'd melt from the heat of the stove. She restrained herself. Pancakes at midnight. It sounded like something she'd have dreamed about as a kid. But when they weren't awake in time for a real breakfast... she improvised. "Who wants chocolate chips?"

Kestrel:

They were awoken to the heavenly smell of crackling sausage and percolating coffee. From the kitchen, they heard Warren humming under his breath. Kestrel smiled to themself. They slid off the bed and reached for their robe, tucking the soft fleece around themself. It was mornings like these that they always felt the most at home - waking up to a home-cooked meal, wrapped in soft fabrics and about to go greet their lover with the sunrise shining in through the windows... For as much as they loved the excitement in their life, there was nothing that quite compared to this.

Eris:

"Okay, so that one's... a little crispy." Rick chuckled, tossing Eris' blackened French toast onto a plate with a lopsided smile, "Try again." "It's fine, I'll still eat it." Eris insisted, reaching for the plate, "Don't want to waste food." Rick got there first, and upended the plate into the trash can before Eris could take it. The slice of toast - effectively charcoal, if they were being honest - tumbled out of sight. "This is not the fourteenth century," Rick said, reaching for the container of cinnamon on the counter, "This cost me four dollars. You can try again, I promise."

Nikoletta:

"I know you don't feel well, hon, but could you please try to eat something?" Nikoletta asked, speaking as softly as she could manage. She slid onto the bed, reaching to pass her fingers through Abner's dark, sweat-dampened hair. "Want me to make you some toast?" He offered her a faint nod, all hollowed eyes and pallid cheeks. He hadn't eaten since the prior day's lunch, sick with a flare-up of the same virus that gave him his dots. "You know you'll... you'll have to do this again. I'll get sick again." "I'll still be here. We've been through worse."

This was actually really fun! It's made me realize, looking at it all in these side-by-side snippets like this, how different the tones of my fics really are when you put them all together. Cool!

[lostonehero]

What remains after eternity

Logs

A video flicks to life, and a young man with slick back blonde hair and thick framed glasses steps back. "As you are well aware, humanity has recovered and flourished. Science is at the forefront of innovation, and I just happened to find the holy grail of test subjects."

The camera pans to a man with mechanical eyes who is holding up his middle finger.

"He calls himself Gunpowder Tim, or the Watcher. However, he is truly immortal and human. He claims to be a part of this group of aliens called the mechanisms, a group of immortal space pirates. So such group have come to claim him or ruin this underground lab."

"Fuck you, I'll just out live you and crawl out of these fucking rusted ruins." Tim spits from his cage.

"He needs to be trained, but my group has just caught him and is excited about the possibilities. I believe we will start with his eyes. It's going to be a fun challenge to well see how it works and change them."

"I'm going to fucking kill you." Tim snarls as another man in a lab coat injects him with something and he slumps forward.

.......

"This is year 15 of our ongoing experiments." The blonde scientist seems older, and there are a few strains of gray hair in his blonde locks. He motions to a table where Tim is strapped down. "It appears that methods of sedating and paralyzing the subject are completely ineffective, so we have to resort to restraints."

Tim growls from the metal table. "Will you stop fucking with my eyes! Carmillia already fucked them after the moon war."

"Subject has not become complacent. However, our experiments have worked on the metal and are fused to the optic nerves and are traveling down to his brain. We have successfully created a metal to flesh substance."

"All you've done is stop the pressure in my eyes fuck face. You ain't getting a fucking medal." Tim growls.

"We will continue our experiments."

.......

The blonde scientist's hair was completely white, and he had a cane, there's a young brunette man next to him. "Now, this is my successor. You'll be over seeing the subject, and please refrain from using the subjects name or ask why he has that name he will sing." He sighs. "You are familiar with our advancements, which have moved humanity forward and helped stop the need for organ donations. I hope you can use the subject to help humanity as a whole as we have."

Tim is in his cell, and there is a radio next to him. He is quiet, and his back is to the camera. "Needs of the few over the needs of the masses. I'm going to piss on all of your graves. I'll blow this planet to bits just like the fucking moon."

"Ignore him."

........

"You know Alfred is dead, died peacefully in his sleep." The brunette smiles. "Guess you won't ever piss on his grave."

Tim looks away, breathing heavily. There seems to be a green glow embedded in his chest. "Fuck..... off...." He spits out energy sapped from his being, his hair is gone and he looks starved.

"It's funny how you still keep fighting. Can't wait to see how long it takes for you to adjust to that core in your chest." He chuckles. "I won't be merciful, and I'll make you a good dog." He waves to two assistents in lead lined clothing. "Remove his vocal cords and make sure they don't grow back or fuse them together. I don't want any noise to come from him."

Tim slumps back as the radiation takes hold again.

......

"Sir?" A young scientist steps up to the brunette.

"What is it, Alex?"

"The subject ripped out all the seeds again. They barely rooted. He broke his bones to get out of the restraints." Alex frowns. "We have a few interns cleaning the blood from his holding cell. He is producing his own radiation, as you know, but it seems to have contaminated the entire area."

The brunette sighs. "At least he's quiet. I think it's time for a bit of brain surgery. We are tasked to make a weapon. Tensions are already high between nations."

"Right away, then shall we put the seeds inside?"

"No, we have to test his temperament after we place the three objects inside. The serum is complete, and the uranium is security. Is the camouflage complete?"

"Yes, sir." Alex nods again. "We will bring him back in immediately."

.........

Tim is seen strapped to the table. The top of his skull has been removed, and doctors and scientists in lead lined clothes stant around. He is pulling and tugging at his restraints to no avail. He tries to scream, but his voice is silent. He is silently begging until the first object is pushed through his brain, and he suddenly abruptly stops moving.

The rest of the film is corrupted.

........

The camera turns on in the middle of a conversation. The lab seems old dusty, and most of the metal is rusted and overcome with plants. A woman seems to be trying to coax a man with metal eyes out of what looks to be his holding cell.

"Hey, come on, Watcher. We aren't going to hurt you. It's me, Melissa." Melissa holds out a covered hand. "We've met before."

Tim tilts his head.

"Melissa..." Another woman enters the frame. "His memory is like a child. We don't have the full picture of what was done to him. We have the original works, but everything else was shredded and corrupted."

"Anna, I know, but look at him. We don't even know his name." Melissa sighs. "We just need him to not set up roots again and get him to the surface. When was the last time he saw the sun?"

"I don't know, but we have to try." Anna nods. "Come on, food is always good for him. We have to be gentle."

"I know." Melissa sighs.

......

The camera comes alive for the last time the video is full of static. "That's it, come on." Melissa is seen with streaks of white in her hair as Tim follows her. "Look at that almost there."

Anna is seen next. "Come on. Almost there, big guy. You're being so good."

Tim perks up and has a smile on his lips.

The video ends with the three leaving.

.......

The video starts again it's pitch black as the sound of bombs going off is heard. Then eerie silence before the camera dies.