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Opposites Attract

Hangman x OC.

Part 1. No smut, pt 3 will have it.

TW: character with anxiety. She has confidence and body issues, but I think that's more seen in the second part.

Synopsis: Haydn 'Graveyard' Rogers. Her original callsign was 'Mouse'. It didn't take a genius to figure out why. They changed it because, while Mouse was terribly fitting, Graveyard was all the more accurate. She was quiet like a mouse, yes, but. . .you could also say she was as silent as the dead. She was the reason graveyards were so overfilled. When she rose into the air, you could be sure there'd be a few more plots filled before the night was over.

It only made sense that Hangman would set his sights on her.

part 2 & 3 up.

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The bike's engine died down after she pulled the keys. She sat there, straddling the seat, staring at the bar.

She could do this.

Go in. Talk to people. You'd be working with these people. Just make friends.

Haydn could feel her pulse in her stomach. She knew that if she looked down, she'd be able to see it too. She didn't know if that was supposed to happen, but whenever her anxiety increased, she was always able to see her pulse in her stomach. It made her feel sick.

She didn't want to do this.

Her leg swung over. She stood, and stars danced in her vision. Her keys went into her pocket. She was a strong woman, damnit she could go into a bar.

She got to the bottom of the staircase. She stared up at those stupid doors.

Go in. Just do it. Stop thinking.

For some reason, telling herself to stop thinking didn't stop herself from thinking. Her plan was so solid, how could it not work?

Somehow her phone made it into her hand. Her most frequently dialed number was on the screen. Her mother's voice was in her ear.

"Hey Schatz, how're you?"

"I'm standing in front of a bar too scared to go in. Help me."

"You don't have to talk to anybody. You're there, that's the first step. Go in, go straight to the bar. You like Amaretto Sours. Order that."

"Then what, just stand there like an idiot? I can't stand at a bar by myself! Why did I think this was okay? I'm going home – "

"Schatz, you can do this! C'mon, what if you meet some really cool people?"

"Then they'll talk to me and I'll fumble back and then they'll think I'm an idiot and I'll die of shame."

". . .I don't understand how you can be such an amazing pilot, a Top Gun graduate, and you still belittle yourself. Schatz, you're not an idiot. You graduated from a tough program – "

"I've met a lot of idiots that have graduated from that program."

It came out before she could stop herself. Her mouth shut, and she stared, and then her mother laughed and Haydn's hand went to her forehead.

"You see, this is what happens when I open my mouth. I immediately insult. I'm an asshole that shouldn't speak."

"Well, maybe don't insult anyone. Have you tried starting off with a simple compliment? Like complimenting a girls' hair?"

"But that means starting a conversation and if they don't want to continue it then I'm just standing there like a weirdo. Okay. I can't do this – ope, sorry."

She bumped into a man who was headed into the bar. Her face reddened and she almost dropped her phone. She fumbled and did actually drop it, but only because the other man was fumbling for his phone as well. They both hit the ground and she crouched down quick, picking up the both of them and handing the man his back.

Her anxiety only rose and her embarrassment was suffocating.

"I am so sorry."

She wished she was actually suffocating because that would be so much better than conversing right now.

"Sorry, that was all me," he apologized right back, heading up the stairs and opening the door for her. He smiled politely, a clear gentleman. "Let me get the door."

"Oh no, no thanks, I'm not going in. I was just leaving. Thanks, have a great night, bye bye."

Suffocating was a much more ideal option than what just happened. She headed back towards her bike, listened to the engine roar (finally a sound that combatted her raging heartrate), and sent up a wave of dust as she spun away. As soon as her speedometer was around her pulse (130) she was beginning to calm down. The wind blew her sweat into her billowing hair and cooled her down further. The sting of the wind on her bike always calmed her down, the golden skies and summer air assisting.

She slowed down when she got into the neighborhoods. She stopped completely when she got to right in front of her house. It wasn't really her house, it was her grandparents, but when they had passed they gave it to her. It became exceptionally convenient when she was first stationed in Miramar, and it was exceptionally convenient now.

Returning to Miramar.

To Top Gun.

She had already made an absolute fool of herself.

Starting off with a bang.

She unlocked her front door, locking it behind her. She put her shoes by the coat rack. Her leather jacket went on the coat rack. Her phone went face down on the kitchen counter as she passed it. She grabbed a water. She chugged half of it. She threw herself face down onto her living room couch.

"I am a disappointment."

She had never finished that phone call with her mom. Her mom was probably waiting on a call back from her. Haydn couldn't bring herself to get up. It was like she was paralyzed with every stupid thing she had done today.

She thought about getting off the plane today and how she kept letting people pass her because she didn't know how to politely get in. She thought about how visible her sweat stains were in the distinct Miramar humidity. She thought about how stupid she must've looked with her not neat hair pulled into a ponytail. Her face always looked better when her hair was down and she couldn't wear it down often, why didn't she take the chance she had and be cute?

And then she kept thanking the barista as she got herself a coffee. She said please and thank you after literally everything she said.

"Hi, can I get an Americano please? With whipped cream please?"

"An Americano with whipped cream?"

"Yeah, please."

"What size?"

"Medium please."

"A Grande Americano with whipped coming right up. That'll be 3.75 at the window."

"Thank you."

Haydn never learned social skills. Could she fly a stupid plane though? Yeah. The most useless thing in the world. Couldn't talk to people, could get to places faster. And every once and a while, she could go pew pew. Big whoop.

"I hate my life," she mumbled, completely forgetting about her phone as she trudged upstairs. She stripped, slid into her bed, and passed out with a pillow overhead, hoping that when she woke up in the morning, she was a completely different person.

Haydn woke to find she was still the same person as when she had fallen asleep. Life was cruel. She did her bathroom routine (3 minutes long). She dressed. She attempted to eat and found that the idea of food bothered her so immensely that even staring at a cookie made her upset.

Why couldn't she want it? She had been looking forward to that cookie since she got it yesterday, and now she didn't want it. It was entirely because of her anxiety of meeting the competition today. She should eat because if she didn't, she'd have no energy.

She didn't eat.

Her phone was pocketed, her engine thrummed, and she was taking off.

The closer she got, the more anxious she was. She was already getting their early to scope the layout. She was sure it was going to be the same but she had to be sure and if she was sure then she'd feel better and if she felt better she'd sweat less and if she sweat less she'd feel less gross and if she felt less gross she might have a better attitude and if she had a better attitude she might start a conversation with someone and then she could make a friend!

She was overwhelmed.

She was on base.

She was parking.

She checked her phone for the time, knowing she was early but wanting to know how early.

Her heart dropped, skin chilling, a cold sweat breaking out.

Not her screen saver.

Not her phone.

She had stolen the man's phone.

"How big of an asshole can I be? Oh my God he probably despises me. What if he needed it? I'm so terrible."

As if the day couldn't be any worse.

On top of everything else, she added finding the owner of the phone to her list. She moved past two bigger buildings, mostly for offices of high ups. She got to the hangars and moved to the one she knew she'd meet the others in. Her hands kept clenching at her sides and she took deep breaths to make sure she was getting oxygen.

She could do this.

She was a Top Gun graduate. She had earned her place here.

Just don't talk to anyone!

She could do this. Nothing to worry about.

Her face steeled before she turned the corner into the hangar. It was a tactic she used to help ease her anxiety. She lost all emotion in her face. The worry lines went away. The wide eyes vanished. Her open mouth shut into thin lips.

Cool, collected. Unbothered.

Resting bitch face.

Her blue eyes assessed the situation quickly. Tables in front of a podium. Some had two seats, others had one. Several other graduates were already there.

Haydn walked in, back straight, shoulders down, head straight forward. Her path was direct and she took a seat at a table with one chair in the back of the group. That way no one was behind her and she could watch everyone.

She could see that the rest of the group was looking at her.

"Didn't see you last night," one commented with an easy smirk, green eyes running up and down her seated figure.

She stared at him and slowly, her brow rose. She looked away, towards the sun that entered the hangar.

There was whistling from his darker skinned counterpart. "Might wanna leave this one alone Hangman, she doesn't look friendly."

"A work of art needs to be admired Coyote, and I'm staring at a masterpiece."

He thought she looked stupid. He was making fun of her. What was wrong now, was it her hair? It was in a stupid bun, of course it was her hair! And the stupid flight suit did nothing for her! Why couldn't she stop caring about how she looked? Why did she have to have thoughts?

"Leave her alone Bagman, she's clearly not interested." One of the others girls in the group voiced, tone flat and annoyed.

"Jealous I'm paying her a compliment Phoenix?"

"You call that a compliment?" Phoenix questioned back; head tilted.

"You're right," he agreed, nodding his head. "It didn't due her justice. Why compare her to a painting when I could compare her to a sunset? A mesmerizing natural beauty that can," he puffed out a breath, hand over his heart, "take away your beath."

She diagnosed herself with cardiac arrest.

Why her? Why bully her? There were so many other people available for bullying. She hadn't even done anything!

More people came in. A man sat across from her. Tall. Brown hair, brown eyes. He gave her a nod in a small greeting and she nodded back.

She had made a friend!

Her mother would be so proud – but she didn't know her mom's phone number by heart and she didn't have her phone, so her mother would never find out.

She had to find that man damnit!

"Attention on deck."

They all stood, Haydn blinking to refocus to the current situation. Fighter jets blew past the control tower on the opposite side of the landing strip. She wished she was up there right now.

Two men walked into the hanger. One darker skinned, one lighter skinned, but they were inevitably the same man. Top Gun graduates. Hardened by years in the service, as evidenced by their tough but lean muscle. Their salt speckled hair. Their skin that thinned with old age, but remained hard because of the steel beneath it.

"Sit," the first man ordered as they arrived. They did, in unison, a smooth sound. "I'm Admiral Bates, nautical commander." He set the scene, reminding them of things they had never once been told before. "You're all Top Gun graduates, elite. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box."

And to think, she relied so heavily on cruise control.

Footsteps sounded from behind her.

"His exploits are legendary, and he's considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced."

Haydn kept her head straight forward because other people turned, and she didn't want to look like she was copying everyone else. She was overthinking it, she acknowledged she was overthinking it, she could not stop overthinking it.

The footsteps got closer.

They stopped beside her, and at first she didn't turn. When she realized everyone was then looking at her, she turned to look at the man.

Surprise.

It was the dude from the bar.

He offered a smile, holding out a black box to her.

Her phone.

"You grabbed the wrong one."

Silently, as silent as the dead, she reached into her pocket and grabbed the phone she had taken. She switched them. She physically could not speak.

"I give you," Admiral Bates continued, "Captain Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell."

He walked down the aisle, and there was one thing going through her head at that point.

Holy fucking shit.

Alone, she walked past the jets waiting for their pilots. Her helmet was in hand. Her head was full of thoughts. Her heart was somewhere in Mars.

Maverick.

She had taken Maverick's phone.

They were being trained by Maverick.

"So, changing phones with the Captain, that's ballsy."

She knew it was addressed to her. Her name wasn't said. Her callsign wasn't used. But it was clearly to her because of the phones.

She stopped, muscles stiffening.

"So that gets a reaction out of you, but not a compliment?"

She turned on her heel.

Six foot. Blond. Green eyes. Cocky smirk, lips holding a toothpick. A foot away.

The man called Hangman.

Her eyes narrowed.

She wanted to speak. She had a great paragraph she wanted to say. Three things in particular. One, if he was going to be a dick, he should spice up his insults. Haydn had been called uglier in a lot more creative ways. Two, she always found it best to not speak with such confidence if she don't know what the fuck she was talking about. It made her look like less of a dumbass when she was wrong. And three, she had Maverick's phone because she bumped into him at the bar, and she knocked their phones to the ground. She grabbed the wrong one. Funnily enough, no dick ever slipped out, which is clearly what he was insinuating. This may come as a surprise to him, because he clearly took everything as an invitation, but Haydn had self-respect.

That was what she wanted to say.

What she did?

Turned back around and walked away. She chickened out, unable to open her mouth.

She moved to the tower, continuing to walk by herself, knowing she was better off not responding.

A woman came up beside her. Dark hair. Steady eyes. Lips that formed a natural smirk, but not as cocky as the man's had been.

"Good job not letting him get to you."

Her mouth opened, but a response failed her. Her lips shut, and she just nodded once, and kept walking. But the woman, Phoenix, didn't leave her side, and Haydn felt a little better.

They sat in the watchtower. Haydn took a small corner by the window, staring out like she could see the dogfight soon to happen. She lost track of time, only returning to the land of the living when she heard Mavericks voice through the radio. Greeting the three aviators in the air. One of them placing a bet of 200 push-ups. The acceptance of the bet.

A breech of hard deck. Can't go below 5,000 feet. The pilot let his anger get the best of him. Some type of unfavorable relationship there.

What did that tell her. Maverick was a good tracker. Followed the pilot well. He started off by catching them completely off guard. If he wasn't behind them, he wouldn't have been ahead or above. Above was easier to see. . .

Below? Hiding beneath.

Trying to catch them off guard.

She continued to listen in, learning from the faults of her fellow aviators.

The first set of pilots came down. The brunet that nodded at her earlier that morning made a mumbled comment, "watch your back Phoenix."

She picked up on another quick interaction.

"Talk to me Bob, where's Maverick?"

"Jesus this guy's already coming around!"

Quick flight time, no surprise there. He's been flying as long as they've been alive.

How did she combat that?

The sun rose high overhead.

More pilots went down. The best of the best all beaten. Her turn neared.

What was the common outlier? They were all trying different tactics, none of them going down the same. . .

How did she take down Maverick?

The sun passed. The sky was a beautiful golden. Everyone else had had their turn and she left the watchtower alone. Not before the comment was made.

"Hardly fair to let you die by yourself," Hangman commented. "When you need me, my shoulder's free for you to cry on."

That was it.

Cocky.

They were all too cocky.

Despite the revelation, she couldn't help the pinched look of her face. The slight disgust that came with the offer to cry on his shoulder. She turned, without speaking, and left.

"Go get your body bag Hangman, she'll bury you before the nights over," was the last thing she heard, and she smiled, grateful that Phoenix had her back.

Haydn got to her jet, seeing her name on the side and feeling that cool ease come over her.

Haydn 'Graveyard' Rogers.

It was time to take him to the grave. She had studied him, but he hadn't studied her. He had the advantage of years, but she had surprise. She had her several hours of observational learning.

If she thought this through, she could take him.

"Graveyard," Hondo called, stopping her just before she climbed in. She turned, looking down as the man jogged up. "Maverick's fine with you picking a wingman, you don't have to go by yourself."

A cocky smirk slipped out. "I don't need a wingman. Especially not one that's already been shot down."

His brows rose, but he nodded. "Alright then, I'll let him know."

Yes. Let him know. Let him think she was mindless and cocky. Let him underestimate her.

The canopy closed overhead. Her mask covered her face. She left the taxiway, shooting down the runway and climbing into the sky. Staying low, just above the hard deck.

He'd been out here longer than she had. He knew the terrain. He likely saw her coming. So she looked around, scanning forward, left and right, up, and back. Waiting.

"So, you think you can take me without a wingman?"

"I didn't say that," Haydn replied shortly, still looking. Speed slow and steady.

"Hondo told me you said, 'I don't need a wingman.'"

"And that's what I told him to say."

"Hang on – "

There he was. She flipped a switch and then broke right, changing at such a sharp angle that she forced her eyes open. Her stomach tugged to the side with the change in gravity, all her weight on her right side.

"What, haven't found my wingman yet?" She let out a laugh. "Cause she has eyes on you."

She levelled out, taking in a greedy breath and speeding forward to catch up.

"Aren't you a clever little quiet one. I have a few tricks myself."

Her lock almost sounded. She was milliseconds away from victory. He pulled a maneuver she had never seen before.

One second he was dead ahead. She was gaining speed. Her lock was almost there. The next? His plane was perpendicular to the ground. She was still flying straight, but he wasn't.

"Holy shit."

The plan played out in her head quicker than in real life.

Haydn would pass under. He'd be behind her. He'd chase her, successfully get a lock on her. She'd be dead, labeled cocky, and no one on the ground would like her because she had in fact said 'they all died, why would I want them as a wingman?'.

It was really all thanks to her raging anxiety that she fought to be such a halfway decent pilot.

The scene played out different than in her head.

She passed beneath him.

Her response time was quick.

She flipped a switch to her left, and pulled back on the yoke so hard she blinked back stars. And then her jet shifted from parallel to perpendicular, just like his had. Only she kept going. Tipping back. Her canopy to the ground.

He laughed as she narrowly passed right underneath him, a hundred feet above hard deck. She flipped when she was in the clear and climbed high, needing some air.

"Good reaction time," he praised.

"Thanks for the trick," she said right back, spotting him from a figurative mile away.

Below her. Coming up. Not yet within range. He would be soon and then he'd have a lock on her.

Plan.

Flip a switch. Break left. Turning turning turning and straight ahead, at a decline. Heading down, towards the hard deck. He'll catch up soon, get a lock on her. Game over.

She pushed faster, going lower. Dangerously close to the hard deck. Skimming just above it.

"Interesting tactic," he commented, and she glanced back, noticing him taking the bait.

Closer. Almost within range. . .

Switch flip. Yoke yanked back and she sucked in a breath as he got the lock on her. Her jet went perpendicular to the ground, but she didn't move her jet up. She kept at the same height she had been.

He was presented with a choice.

"Shit!"

He swerved just below her.

Below.

Hard deck breached.

She righted her jet, sweat falling into her eyes. They still trailed the jet as it moved fluidly through the air, pride stealing the place of some of the anxiety in her chest.

Haydn was on her fiftieth push up by the time he reached her. Hondo counted, and he came in front of her.

"You've taken my spot," he commented as she rose again.

"You got a lock on me sir," she answered, down to the ground. A split second lock, but a lock nonetheless.

"Rogers, I broke the hard deck. These are my pushups."

Up again.

He sighed.

He got into position beside her, and she looked up at him before her next one. Her brows were furrowed.

His brow rose. "Gonna give up on me now?"

She grinned.

She went down, and he took her pace, doing the pushups beside her.

"An absolute legend!" Phoenix exclaimed, jumping on her shoulders upon reaching her. "You're an absolute legend and you're being all quiet about this?"

"I hate it when Bagman brags, but you," Bob shrugged. "You deserve to brag."

"About what?" She asked, confused, wondering why they stopped her on her way to her bike. She was tired and starving. She wanted to go home, eat a day's worth of food, and pass out in a food coma. She also wanted to recuperate after a day of socialization.

Bob smiled. Phoenix laughed. "Dude, you got him to break hard deck!"

"Yeah, but he got a lock on me so in real life – "

"Nope, don't do that. I can see it about you. You've got an anxiety thing, you need to stop the thinking now. You did some awesome flying today, let me buy you a drink."

"I, well I don't – "

"If you don't drink, I'll buy you a soda."

"Actually I was gonna say I don't socialize well."

Phoenix only smiled bigger. "You and Bob can hide in the corner. It's good to socialize though. You're a great pilot, everyone knows that now, but if you want to go on this mission you'll need to know your teammates. So come along tonight, I promise Bob and I will protect you from unwanted conversation."

The woman knew how to talk to a person with anxiety.

Hide in a corner? Protection from unwanted conversation? It didn't sound too bad.

"Well, okay, maybe for a little bit – "

"Great, we'll take my Jeep!"

"But my – "

"Socialize," Phoenix whispered, scooping under her arm, "it's healthy."

"My socializing induced anxiety isn't healthy."

". . .It's better for the environment to carpool."

Damnit. She already flew planes, she couldn't just shit on the environment anymore. She allowed herself to be dragged to Phoenix's Jeep, her hypertension reaching new heights.

It started off with an Amaretto Sour. That Amaretto Sour did a surprising number on her; she hadn't eaten all day. The first drink edged away her anxiety. The second drink made her feel like she could socialize. The third drink had her playing pool with Phoenix and laughing loudly.

The fourth drink had her sleepy. She wanted to go to bed so her intoxicated brain told her to go home. She paid her tab, she got outside, and she began to walk.

This was a perfectly logical thing in her brain right now, she saw no fault in her plan.

She got five minutes away before a car pulled up right behind her, headlights washing her from behind. Haydn continued to walk, knowing exactly what to do if the stranger tries anything and confident she could execute it to no harm to herself.

The car door opened and her name was called.

"Rogers! What the hell are you doing, trying to get hit?" There was anger in his words.

She stopped, shocked. She turned, hand covering her eyes at the bright lights.

"You're wearing all black at 11 o'clock, get in the car, I'll drive you home."

Haydn stayed put, paralyzed by her anxiety.

What was she anxious about? Well, he made sense.

It was 11 o'clock, and she was wearing all dark clothes, walking beside the road. She could have gotten hit. It was smart to get into the car for that safety, but it was also stupid because he liked to make fun of her and this would just be another reason. She didn't want to give him another reason to make fun of her.

So she stood there, conflicted.

He sighed, leaving his car door and coming up in front of her, looking down. He had a softer voice, not like she heard from earlier. No cockiness found. "C'mon Rogers, you're drunk. Let me drive you home."

She didn't move. Her face was calm, borderline emotionless. She was giving nothing away but she could feel the nervous shakes wanting to rise.

He put a hand on her elbow, and it wasn't forceful, but it was leading, and she didn't say no.

He opened the car door for her, and she climbed into the truck. She scrunched up, knees to her chest, arms around her legs. He got in the driver's seat and before the car door closed on his side, he noticed her.

He shrugged off his jacket, handing it over to her.

Her brows knit, looking at it.

"You're shaking," he pointed out. "C'mon, just take the jacket."

"I'm not cold." On the bright side, she had talked to him. On the downside, it was barely audible and hoarse.

"I can see you shaking." The last word came off as clipped, a thought visibly striking him as he retracted his offered jacket. That flicker of hurt was up again, quickly masked by indifference. His voice kept the softer tone from before. "I'm not going to do anything to you; I'm just taking you home."

"I'm not scared of you."

"So you're not cold, and you're not scared of me, what the hell is it because you look like a Chihuahua sweetheart."

Something about the comment triggered a poor, lengthy verbal explanation out of her. She wished whatever part of her that was would die a painful death. "Well, I'm not scared of you specially, ya know? You're not special – I'm sorry, that's rude. I'm sure you are special in your own way, but not to me – damnit. You're not – I don’t know, it's not you alone. So like, I'd be like this with anyone, cause I'm just like this naturally."

"You seem perfectly fine with Bob and Phoenix." Not pointed but confused. Trying to figure her out.

"Neither of them insulted me right off the bat."

She could feel her aortic pulse. That was the stomach artery. It made her feel sick.

"When did I insult you?" His confusion was growing. "Our first interaction was me calling you a masterpiece, then me comparing you to a sunset, and receiving no response back."

"And that wasn't meant to insult me?"

". . .Do you hate artwork and sunsets?"

"No?"

"Then why would it be an insult?"

"So you're saying you weren't insulting me?"

"No," he answered slowly. "Do you have anxiety?"

Her lips quirked a little, and her eyes flickered over to his. "That obvious?"

He smirked, shaking his head. "Clearly not right away. Good job hiding it this morning, never would've guessed."

The compliment made her cheeks red. Now it was time to overshare! "I learned that if other people didn't know I was anxious I'd feel a little better, so I learned to completely relax my face and look indifferent towards everybody. It makes me unapproachable which kills the social life," not an unfortunate side effect, "but it helps me get through the day."

"So you weren't glaring at me this morning, you were coping?" He nodded. "Good to know. But for future reference, what things would you actually take as compliments, and not as insults?"

And she went quiet.

He waited.

He nodded. "Okay then, a different time. . .you know you're going to have to give me an address so I can actually drive you home?"

Damn Phoenix for making her socialize. Now someone was going to know where she lived and they could just drop by any time. She had to relocate.

Why settle for relocation, why not just runaway completely? Never look back? Never socialize again?!

Her mom would be very upset.

Damnit.

"It's like I can physically see you overthink this," Hangman commented, amazed as he stared at her.

If she could, she'd fold in on herself so tightly she didn't exist.

"Forward," she croaked out.

He chuckled, closing his door and hiding them in darkness. When he pulled away it was in silence. A not so terrible silence.

She'd give him the turning instructions an appropriate amount of time before he needed them. It was a fifteen minute drive. She itched to get into her house but also found herself not hating the late night drive.

"Right," she whispered, and he saw the house she was nodding to. He pulled in front of it, keeping the car running. "Thank you for driving me home."

"Anytime Rogers. Have a good night – and nice flying today."

She was getting out of the truck, face red. He could see her red face because after she opened the car door, the light went on. She caught his green eyes and looked down, mouth opening and closing without words coming out. She nodded, and choked out, "night," before closing the door and scurrying to her front door.

Inside the security of her house, she leaned against the doorway. She took a deep breath. She made a b-line for her freezer, pulled out two ice cubes, and held it to the insides of her wrist.

Her back slid down her fridge until her butt made contact with the ground. It was on the ground that she stayed, calming her racing heart.

She walked out her front door, saw who was in front of her house, and closed herself behind her front door. She stared at the piece of wood with wide eyes and a racing heart. Her knees were locked and realistically that was a great way to pass out. She must've stayed there longer than she had thought because there was a knock on her door.

"Rogers, I saw you."

See, this was exactly what she was afraid of! He knew where she lived, he could stop by at any time, she had to relocate otherwise she'd never be able to relax!

"I can hear you overthinking so allow me to explain. Your bike's still at base, thought you could use a ride."

Oh.

She opened the door.

He grinned down at her. "Good morning beautiful."

"Please don't."

"You ready to kick some ass today?"

Why did they have to make conversation on the way to the truck?

"I'm ready to get my ass kicked."

"Honey, don't forget, you made the Captain break hard deck yesterday."

"And that was my only good plan, so today he's going to have me go first and he's going to do some cool maneuver I've never seen before and he's going to kill me before I've passed a minute in the air."

He opened the door before, even though she reached for the handle. She was going to combust.

"You need to work on your confidence," he commented, closing the door for her.

"It's on my list." At the bottom.

He got in the truck, engine starting smoothly. He pulled away from her place, and her leg shook as she buckled herself in.

"So, how did you get your callsign?"

"That's a long story."

"I like hearing you talk."

She flushed. "God why do you do that."

"You're cute when you blush."

"If I go into cardiac arrest, it's your fault."

"You tryna get mouth to mouth out of me? Darlin, you could've just asked – "

"Oh my God no, please stop, I can't – "

"You're terrible with compliments."

"You're just. . .the worst."

He laughed, the sound clear and nice and it was something about that laugh that came from what she said that made her smile a little. She flicked a look at him, and he looked so at ease and free where she was instantly jealous of how confident and self-assured he was.

"So, your callsign?" He reminded, glancing back at her, smiling.

"Oh, uh, okay. So originally it was Mouse."

He snorted. "That makes sense."

"They changed it after I came back from this mission I was assigned. The rest of my team didn't make it, they were really great pilots. But uh, shit hit the fan like right away. It felt like all I could do was watch as they. . .ya know. Then I got stranded, people thought I was dead too. Legally I was dead for 48 hours. The mission was considered a fail, but then I came back with a new fighter jet, a broken arm, and I had. . .they gave me the name because they asked what had happened, and I made some type of comment about making a new graveyard. So they started calling me that and it just stuck."

He looked at her. There was a 'no fucking way' look in his eyes. "You flew in the Serbia mission?"

"Yeah."

"Holy shit, you're a legend. We got wind of the mission all the way in Guam, but the pilots were classified – holy shit, I can't believe it."

"It's not that big of a deal – "

"Dude, it's a helluva big deal. Jeez, you're like the 1% of the 1%. I'm flying with you today."

She blinked, looking at him. Actually looking at him for longer than a second. "What?"

"Yeah, you need a wingman. I'll be it."

"But, but why?"

He gave her a wink, smirk sliding up. "C'mon sweetheart, what's a Graveyard without her Hangman?"

She blushed and he laughed again. It was that moment when she noticed her leg had stopped shaking.

"Wow, you really do just relax your face completely."

She gave him a look.

He held up his hands. "I only find it interesting how you go from a stuttering mess to a sexy piece of – that was deserved."

She hit him.

They turned into the hangar.

"Dude, where the hell – ew." Phoenix's face twisted in disgust, spotting the person she walked in beside. Then her eyes narrowed. "You did not go home with Hangman."

"No," Hangman answered right away. "But I did drive her home after finding her trying to walk home. You really gotta keep better watch of your friends Phoenix. Can't just leave people hanging."

She scowled at him.

Haydn took her seat in the back, feeling better already. And then people were looking at her.

She tried to keep cool but her heart rate was picking up. They were looking at her, waiting for something but she didn't know what they were waiting for. Her leg felt the need to shake, her brain was telling her to run, and she almost listened.

Instead, calmly, she looked behind her, praying that someone was behind her. There was no one.

When she turned back, everyone was still looking at her.

"Before you combust," Hangman offered, "allow me to explain. We wanna know how you beat Maverick yesterday."

Talking in front of a large crowd of people. She could do this. All she had to do was speak slow, think before she said anything, and smile politely.

Her mouth opened.

"Please," one of the guys snorted. "We already know how. We just wanna hear her admit she's sleeping with the Captain."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Hey, pepperoni face, shut the fuck up."

Harvard looked to Hangman, astounded at the reaction. "You basically said the same thing yesterday – "

"And I'm an asshole, we all knew that," his tone was dry, his green eyes flat. "Don't talk to her like that, she could kick your ass before you even stand."

"What are you, her bodyguard?"

"You think she needs it? Do you even know who you're talking to?"

"Like it – "

"Jake," her voice cut in through the group. Soft, but direct. Reaching him but silencing the rest of the anticipation. Green eyes locked with blue. She shook her head once. "No."

His jaw clenched, the want to continue the fight present. He didn't turn away from her, and she didn't back down even as her desire to vomit almost overwhelmed her. Her hands were sweaty, she was grateful she hadn't eaten breakfast yet again because her stomach was churning, and her skin was crawling.

To the outside world, she was just a girl sitting in a chair, stone faced.

Hangman backed down.

Harvard laughed. "Hangman rolling over? First the Captain, now him. You're racking up the body count Rogers."

When she looked at him, nothing changed. Her head tilted. "Harvard," she let the name roll off her tongue. "Fitting name. You get into this program because your daddy paid?"

Laughing. The brunet beside her, Rooster, snorted. He raised his hand to her, and she leaned forward, clapping it.

Harvard's face went red. He stood. "Get into this program cause you slept with everyone?"

"Clearly not, I'd never get in bed with you." She paused, considering, then nodded. "You probably wouldn't last long enough to get into bed."

"You're not better than us just because you took down Maverick, Rogers. He still got a lock on you."

"Yeah he did, and no I'm not," she agreed. "I'm better than you because I'm not a dick. Sit your ass down before I ask Jake to punch you in the throat, because I know he'd be happy to."

Jake nodded.

Harvard scowled.

Jake stood.

Harvard sat down.

Haydn grinned.

"Attention on deck."

They all stood at attention, perfect soldiers, and her mask finally fell.

Her eyes were wide, her panic plastering itself everywhere. Her fists were clenched, knuckles white. The veins in her hand were visible from her dehydrated status. She should've drank more water this morning because she was sweating up a storm now. Her forehead wrinkled, stress manifesting.

She was going to vomit. She wanted to hide in a corner where no one could see her. She wanted to run away.

Why did she always put herself in such anxiety inducing situations?

"Rogers, you good?"

She turned from the jet. Phoenix.

Good. Phoenix was good.

"I'm going to be 100% honest with you," she said, giving the appearance that she was dead. "I can feel my aortic pulse right now."

"What?" She asked, blinking in surprise.

Haydn reached for her wrist, brought her hand closer, and pressed it against her stomach.

Phoenix's eyes widened. "Wow, that's, that's not good. Deep breaths, you're fine."

"I'm going to vomit."

"What's wrong?"

"People keep talking to me and then I talk back and say mean things and then everyone hates me."

"Uh, no. Other people make dick comments, and you defend yourself. Harvard hates you because he's jealous you're a better pilot than he'll ever be."

"I don't know why people keep saying that, I'm an okay pilot – "

"You're allowed to be proud of yourself, Rogers."

"I don't want to be cocky."

"You're not. Gloating to everyone is cocky. Saying you're a good pilot is basic facts. So say it with me. I – you're not saying it. C'mon. Say it with me. I – "

"I."

"Am."

"A."

"Good pilot."

"Pilot."

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Well, at least you admit you're a pilot."

"Giving Graveyard a little pep talk before we go up Phoenix?"

Hangman joined their little group, giving her a nod, playing with a toothpick in his mouth.

Phoenix sighed, pivoting on her foot, arms crossing over her chest as she stood her ground. She had a natural confidence to her that Haydn was jealous of. How she could make such steady eye contact was beyond her.

"Bagman, I hardly think she'd want you as a wingman. You'd just leave her like you left Bob and I yesterday."

"Well Phoenix, unless you make her decisions all of a sudden, don't you think Rogers should decide?"

They both turned to her in sync.

Her eyes widened. She let out a laugh that was so painfully nervous a deaf person could hear it. She took a step back, stumbling over her words. "Well you know, both of you are great – "

"Everything alright here?" Rooster joined their group, looking to Phoenix and Hangman before finishing on her.

"Just checking to make sure Rogers' is ready to go up with me," Hangman answered, winking at her.

She took another step back, feeling the jet ladder behind her. She wished she could climb it right now and fly away.

"So um, so like, you both, why don't you two fly together?"

"You don't want to fly with either of us?"

"No – not like that. Oh God, you're both great pilots, really great. I just, I don't talk well so I'd probably ruin your chances of getting on this mission – "

"Graveyard!"

Three heads turned away and she sagged against the latter, grateful for the momentary respite.

Captain Mitchell joined their constantly growing group. He actively avoided looking at once person, the same person that grew disdainful at his presence.

"You're up first. You and Rooster. I'll see you in the air." He faced two out of the other three. "Great, Phoenix and Hangman. You two get another shot at working together today."

And all Haydn could think was thank God.

That was until she got in the air with Rooster. They flew side by side, scanning the layout for that third pilot that could school them in a matter of seconds. In the cockpit, an ease fell over her. She was calm, steeled. No anxiety.

Clear headed.

One of the few times she was ever truly clear headed.

"So, any tips for me Graveyard?" Rooster's voice was in her ear. She glanced over at him as she scoured the playing field.

"Uh, whatever happened between you and Maverick, leave it on the ground."

"It's not that easy."

"Make it that easy. You can't fly with a foggy head."

He snorted. "My heads clear."

"Really? Because you're underestimating him."

"How the hell am I underestimating him?"

"He's right beneath you."

As she said it, Maverick gently curved from beneath him. The belly of his jet faced her. The jet inverted, canopy to canopy with Rooster. Flying directly above him, upside down.

"See me now?" Maverick asked, looking down at the younger pilot.

Graveyard could hear the accelerated breathing from Rooster. It was surprising because normally that was how she sounded.

"C'mon," Maverick continued. "Let's get it over with."

"Guys, that's not a good idea – "

"Fights on!" Rooster exclaimed, years of anger bursting out of him.

"God damnit," Graveyard whispered, knowing today would be a bad day.

And this was further reinforced when a short one second later, her Captain and her wingman were in a downward spiral.

"Alright, you put us here. How're you gonna get yourself out?" Maverick challenged, adding gasoline to the forest fire.

"You can bail out anytime!"

"How low are you willing to go Rooster?"

"I can go as low as you sir, and that's saying something."

"Hard deck is 5,000 feet," Graveyard reminded dryly, cruising along. Watching as they went below that hard deck.

"What's past is past, for both of us."

"You'd like to believe that, wouldn't you?" Rooster demanded.

"Your strategy is about to run us into the ground, what's your move?"

The altitude warning rang in their ears. Graveyard swept down, ready to collect.

At a thousand feet, Maverick broke. A split second later, Rooster followed and it was a chase. Higher above, Graveyard followed, studying the scene. Learning from both players.

"Alright you got it, don't think just do," Maverick whispered, and it wasn't to himself. It was to the younger man that so adamantly refused to listen and learn.

He wasn't doing it.

"Rooster you got him, drop in and take the shot!" Haydn exclaimed.

"It's too low!"

She shoved off her mask, cursing, and dropped low, breaking the hard deck herself. She'd be damned if she left another wingman to die.

"Too late," Maverick said, but it wasn't a happy statement. "You had your chance."

The maneuver he pulled was full of déjà vu. He had done it to her yesterday. He pulled back, plane perpendicular to the ground, and in a matter of milliseconds he was behind Rooster. Dropping back. Level.

The lock sounded.

Maverick blinked.

He looked behind him, at Graveyard. Right behind him.

"I've lost enough wingmen," she voiced, taking credit for the lock. The lock on Maverick. "Even if this one is shit, like hell am I letting you get him. I'm headed back," she informed, breaking right, flying high and returning to above hard deck. "You two figure out your alpha male shit and return when it's sorted."

Maybe not the smartest thing to say to your Captain, but also, he was a dumbass. Both of them were. The moves they just pulled? Stupid. Risky. That was the type of shit that got people killed and she didn't need any more death around her.

When the canopy opened after she landed, she was met with fresh air. She took off her helmet, climbed down her ladder, and looked at the ground.

Her helmet was set down. Her hands were shoulder width apart on the ground. Her back was straight.

And she began her pushups.

Feet came in front of her.

"What're you doing Graveyard?" Hondo.

"I broke the hard deck sir."

"To save your wingman. Stop, that's an order."

She stopped. He held out a hand to her, and she took it, rising up.

His gaze was heavy, weighed down. "You'll be flying this mission; you know that don't you?"

"Well I just told Captain Mitchell to cut the alpha shit so, my seat might've just been thrown out the window."

He smirked. "No, kid. If anything, that sealed it. Go get showered, you can head home early."

"Yes sir."

That sounded nice. Maybe she'd order some food in. Take a bath. Do that skincare routine her sister had created for her and then Haydn had completely forgotten about it for ten years. It was never too late to start caring.

She headed home, showering there instead. She changed in a slip and a robe, and that was when she began the search for her phone.

It had to be there somewhere.

She neatly tore apart her kitchen, she checked between couch cushions, she checked her dirty laundry. She checked the bathroom, around her bike. She put her hands on her hips and stared in utter defeat.

Haydn shrugged. She grabbed the home phone and used that, ordering food the old fashioned way. Then she returned to the bathroom, checking her watch, and continuing her skin care. She had done the messy work before the shower, now she moisturized. She didn't like sheet masks so she rubbed a regular moisturizer into her face.

And that was it. Her skin care routine was simple and stupid. She did a charcoal mask to dry her face out. She plucked her eyebrows. She used a moisturizer to rehydrate her face that she had just dried out.

Haydn had tried, and that was what mattered. The doorbell rang and she jolted, not bothering to check her watch. She headed downstairs, snatched up her wallet, and opened the front door.

Her eyes widened.

Hangman's brows rose. He let out a whistle. "That flight suit is an absolute crime on you darling."

Short robe. She was wearing a very short robe. Why would she buy such a stupid thing?

Heat crawled up her neck. "What're you doing here?"

He raised his hand. In it, there was a phone.

Her phone.

"You really hate this thing, don't 'cha?"

"Where was it?"

"You left it in my truck."

"I am so sorry, I'm an idiot. God I hope you didn't make a special trip – "

"Hey, it's alright. No sweat. I was actually hoping to kill two birds with one stone." He grinned at her, passing over the phone. "I'm also extending a personal invitation to the Hard Deck tonight."

"Why?"

"I think you're a delight."

She squinted at him. She couldn't figure it out. "Why?"

"This may come as a shock to you, because your self esteem is lower than Rooster's flying earlier today, but you're a fun person to hang around. I especially love it when you get snippy. Those comments you made towards Harvard earlier today?" He chuckled. "Darling it was music to my ears."

"He probably thinks I'm an asshole."

"He's the asshole, don't think about it."

"Cured."

It was a soft spoken word, but one he picked up on nonetheless. And when he did, those greens just sparked. Her heart beat harder, and not in the anxiety sort of way.

"Come to the Hard Deck with me, let me buy you a drink. That's twice now you've bested Maverick, celebrate."

"I only bested him because he got distracted. Any other scenario he would've had me."

"Yesterday?" He reminded her.

"He got a lock," she reminded right back.

"You beat him," he stated, firm, unrelenting. "Everyone knows it. He should've been so good you never even had the chance, and so by getting him to break hard deck, you beat him. Simple as that. Now, you gonna be my date to the bar tonight or are you gonna make me go alone?"

"Your date?" She whispered out the word, eyes wide. "When did this become a date?"

"I've been trying to get your attention since we met? Do you think I flirt with everyone?"

"You're flirting with me?"

"Oh my God," he was smiling, but he stepped back, looking away for a second. "Darling, you're a bruise to the ego. Alright, lay it out flat for me. Do you like me or not?"

Haydn was beginning to think he liked her. She could not, for the life of her, figure out why.

"I. . .You. . .you make me nervous."

His head tilted. "Everyone makes you nervous."

She responded slowly, hands fiddling with her robe tie. She looked to the house across her street, unable to meet his eyes. "You make me nervous in a different way."

"In a good way?"

"Kinda yeah."

He smiled at her, nodding. "Great. So will you come to the Hard Deck with me tonight?"

"Who else will be there?"

"I'm sure everyone. . .we can leave if it gets too crowded."

"I guess. . .let me go change. You can come in," she opened the door, turning around, "uh, living room's right over there, I just gotta change – owe," she bumped into the wall. "Be right back."

"Take your time, I'll wait."

She tried to rush herself but even that took fifteen minutes. She changed. She put make up on. She changed again because she didn't like her first outfit. She spent a good chunk of time staring at shoes.

When she came down to find him in the living room, he had untouched, bagged food in front of him.

He unabashedly searched the exposed expanse of her legs to the way her top fit around her chest. "Well don't you know how to dress up."

She flushed, pulling her shorts down lower. "Do I look okay? I didn't want to do too much so I changed and this green actually matches yours pretty nicely so I thought it would be okay. Unless you don't want to match in which case I can go change –"

"Have you ever made a decision without overthinking it?"

She thought about that answer.

He smiled, as if finding her endearing. "That's a no. Did you want to eat before?"

"I probably should – you didn't have my wallet. Oh please don't tell me you paid for it, how much do I owe you?" She opened her wallet, looking for the cash. "Is thirty enough? I can get you more – "

"Haydn."

Her mouth shut.

"You're acting like a guest in your own house. I'm going to throw out an idea, okay? A simple yes or no question. Why don't we share the food, and we can call it even. Don't think too hard on it."

She nodded. "Okay?"

"That's not confident."

"Okay."

He smiled, an incredibly distracting thing for him to do. "You're really something special Haydn Rogers."

Her mouth opened, and then she turned away. "I'll get plates."

"If I put my hand on your waist, are you going to hit me?"

"Why do you want to put your hand on my waist?"

"I like contact."

". . .What am I supposed to do with my hands?"

"You could hold me too? Have you ever gone out with a guy before?"

"I can hardly hold a conversation with one, make one good, educated guess on that answer."

He smirked, hand slipping around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Much more hesitantly, she put a hand on his waist.

"See, you're getting it," he joked as they walked up the stairs. He slipped away for a second to open the door, but his hand remained on her back, and when he followed her in, his arm returned to wrap more completely around her. "Do you want to sit down first and I'll get you a drink, or do you want to come up with me?"

"I can come with."

"Wow, really? Catching me off guard," his eyes narrowed, voice dying out. "You're going to fight me on paying for your drink."

"You paid for food so – "

"Haydn, no. Look, Phoenix!" He whistled, catching her attention as she entered the bar.

Phoenix scowled at him, but Hangman was moving her towards the other pilot. "Here, you take her, I'll get the drinks."

"Jake – "

"You can either tell me what you want or I will guess what you like."

"You bought dinner!"

"I'm guessing. Phoenix, don't let her out of your sight!"

"Let's go Haydn," Phoenix said, linking arms and dragging her forward.

"No, he's gonna pay!"

"It's the least he can do for being the most annoying pilot ever."

"He's not bad, come on."

"Shhh," Phoenix said, finding a booth in the corner and pushing her in. "So, seriously? Of all the pilots you're going for Bagman?" She said, scooting beside her.

"Honestly I didn't know he liked me. I'm really bad at guessing with this sort of thing. Does it look like he's actually interested?"

"Surprisingly, yes," she admitted, staring at the bar. "Very surprisingly. Also not surprisingly at all. I'd date you if I swung that way. Sadly, my type is 6'2 idiot with Uncle issues."

Haydn blinked. "Really? Rooster? That's so cute! Awe, you're like an absolute power couple. I never would've guessed."

"Never would've guessed what?" Bob asked, joining their group with a cup of peanuts. He sat beside Phoenix, who scooted in to make room. "Hey Rogers."

"Bob," she nodded back with a small smile.

"Haydn doesn't believe I can sew."

"You just don't seem like the type to choose a sedentary hobby."

"I didn't say it was a hobby, I just know how to. I can get by, but nothing special."

A fourth member arrived, but it was Jake so that was alright. Somewhere, he had found a toothpick to put in his mouth. He really liked toothpicks.

He set a drink down in front of her and she stared at it.

"What is this?" She asked as he sat down right beside her. His left side on her right side. His arm around her shoulders. She didn't hate the contact.

"I have no idea. It starts with a p, I think it either has pomegranate or grapefruit in it?"

"Paloma?" Phoenix asked, brow arched.

"Sounds right. . .Well lookie here, man of the hour."

A fifth person arrived.

Rooster.

He sat on the opposite side, next to Bob. The benches fit three people on each side, so technically the fit was okay. She just hated how the group kept getting bigger.

She sipped on her drink, hoping the alcohol would calm her nerves. She made a sound of approval, liking the taste.

"Bagman," Rooster greeted back, less confident when he nodded towards her. "Graveyard. . .Sorry about earlier today. You had my back and I didn't have yours. That was wrong."

"Don't sweat it, just, try not to let it happen again. I know these are training exercises, but they also reflect how we are in real life."

He offered a small smile. "I'll work on it. You uh, mind if I ask you a question?"

The question sparked in her head before he even said it. She just knew what he wanted to ask because it made sense. She had added it in earlier that day, thinking she was sly and people wouldn't take note, but clearly that wasn't the case. Clearly it had resonated with him.

"You're gonna ask me about that wingman comment I made, aren't you?" Her tone was a little quieter, but it hadn't gone shy yet. She took another sip of her drink, lips pulled up at the side. She could feel Jake's thumb rubbing her shoulder and processed for the first time how much she liked the contact.

"Do you mind?"

"No, not. . .If it helps you, I won't mind," she explained, nodding towards the table, hands around her drink. "I flew this one mission," she began, the story almost playing in her head like a movie. "Me and six others. Two were WSO's." Four aircrafts in total. One lead, two flanking, and a rear. Standard formation. "It was a small thing," she worded it like that to help with her anxiety. It wasn't some big mission, it was a small exercise. Nothing to worry about. "It was supposed to be easy," no it wasn't. They were blaringly clear just how difficult it was going to be. "But things went south quick. First two went down before we knew it." One pair, a pilot and his WSO, and one solo. "Me and the other three got into a dogfight. One more went down." The other pilot and his WSO. Two solo's left. "Just me and my last guy. We're doing what we can, but I'm thinking through the fighting, figuring out the plays, and I don't see a way out. Not with how we are, right now. So I tell my guy the plan, but uh, I'm not quick enough. I get a lock; I can't shake it. I'm out of flares, missiles, I've got nothing. I eject before I get hit. I watch from the ground as he gets hit and I never see his chute."

She sipped her drink again, a small laugh leaving her. There wasn't an ounce of humor in it. "We lost a lot of good pilots that day. And it sucks, a lot. It's hard to get over because I know they trusted me as much as I trusted them. When you fly a mission like that, there's no other way to fly it. You're putting your life in their hands, because they can either be the reason you walk away, or the reason you don't. "

"How did you get out of it?" Phoenix asked, confused. "You touched down?"

She shrugged, shifting to her right. Closer to Hangman. "Like I said, I ejected. After that, I had to figure out how to get out. So I broke into a nearby base, got a jet, and blew the place to hell to make sure no one could follow me. Flew back without an issue."

Bob blinked. "You. . .That's, are you talking about the Serbia mission?"

The location was like a trigger word for the other two booth members, and the pilots in the nearby vicinity. Coyote turned, brows knit.

"The Serbia mission? What're you guys talking about?"

"Rogers, did you fly the Serbia mission?" Phoenix asked, shocked.

Coyote did a double take. "Rogers flew the Serbia mission?"

Omaha and Payback turned, hearing Coyote. "Holy shit, no way!"

"What about the Serbia mission?"

"I –" her eyes were wide, shocked at the amount of attention she was now being shoved into. She looked to every pair of eyes and found her brain getting jumbled. Her heart rate spiked.

"Hey," Hangman called towards Coyote. "Not now."

Coyote nodded and turned the other way. He grabbed Omaha's and Payback's shoulder, turning them away. "Back to the game boys."

And just like that, the attention was gone.

She had never been more attracted to anyone, than she was to Hangman right now.

"Sorry, that's on me, should've been quieter," Phoenix apologized.

"No no, it's fine, not your fault. But uh, yeah, I flew the Serbia mission." She took another sip. "So I guess I kinda know what this mission's gonna be like. Which is why I really just want you to be clear headed Rooster. I can't say I know what happened between you and Maverick, and I won't ask because that's personal, but if you can talk it out, you should try." Said the girl that had trouble talking. "You don't know when your last chance to talk to him will be."

Her leg was shaking under the table. She hoped no one noticed. Realistically, Jake could definitely see her leg shaking. She was grateful he wasn't commenting on it.

Rooster nodded. A puff of air escaped his nose. His lips quirked up beneath the mustache. When those brown iris's locked on hers, she didn't immediately break contact.

"You should talk more," was the last thing he said before he pat the table with both hands, and stood, leaving the group.

Jake made a sound in his throat, lowering his beer after his sip. "I'll be damned. I agree with Bradshaw."

Phoenix's brow rose. She shared a look with Bob. If she was going to say anything, it was never shared, because those few moments passed quickly, and then piano was filling the air.

Jakes head went back. "Not again."

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!"

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"worth the wait" - w/ Gojo

a/n: this ended up much longer than i intended to, but after watching the new JJK op Gojo was the only thing on my mind. no beta and smut after the cut. hope you’ll enjoy it and reblogs are appreciated!

pairing: Gojo x fem reader

tw: teasing, corruption themes, size difference, masturbation, nipple play, knee grinding, multiple orgasms, mindbreak, cum play

word count: 1.9k

You hate that you can’t hate him. You wish you didn’t find his stupid jokes so funny, or the matter-of-factly way in which he says “I’m the best” so attractive. It would all be much easier for you if you could snicker and roll your eyes at his confidence when he’d say “I know you think about me at night.”

Instead, thinking about him at night is exactly what you do. Hand between your thighs, fingers buried in your hole as you get off to the thought of him on top of you, pumping in and out of your tight cunt. You wonder how he’d react if one day you’d reply to his comment with an ‘Yes’. Would he laugh? Would he tease you? Or maybe you’d finally get to taste his lips, to wrap your fingers around his cock.

“What are you thinking about?” you flinch when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Is it me?” he whispers in a teasing tone, a shiver running down your spine when his hot breath hits your ear. How much of an asshole can he be sneaking up on you like this? Well, fuck it, you think. What’s the worst that could happen?

“And what if I was, Gojo?” There is a short pause and you internally facepalm, maybe confessing it wasn’t such a good idea. But then he laughs and your eyes dart to him.

“So you’re finally admitting it. Took you long enough.” You don’t even get to say a word before his mouth is on yours. With a hand on the back of your head and one on your waist, he’s pushing you until your back is pressed against the nearest wall. He pries your legs open with a knee, pressing it against your crotch and when you whine, he pulls his tongue from your eager mouth with a smirk. “I thought you’d fight back a bit more. But I guess you find me irresistible, huh?”

You feel your skin burning at his words and the way he’s rubbing his knee on your pussy with only a couple of thin layers of clothing separating you isn’t helping. “You’re such a jerk,” you retort, but he just chuckles.

“And you’d like it if this jerk railed you right here?” He gathers both your hands and pins them above your head. Your heart is beating faster, the way he’s towering over you driving you crazy, his luscious lips within inches of yours. You want to give in so badly.

It’s now or never. “Not here,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself as much as him. You’re right in the middle of a hallway at Jujutsu Tech, not the best place to fuck. Not if you don’t plan on finding another job at least. It’s getting harder to hold in your moans the more he’s teasing your covered clit and at this point the spot on his pants that’s pressed on you must be wet as well.

“Hmm, I’ll indulge you since it’s our first time,” he chuckles and picks you up. A few moments later, he gently throws you on a bed “I brought you to my apartment if you’re so shy, though I’d rather have taken you right against that wall.” You know some things about Gojo’s cursed techniques, but still, it never fails to amaze you just how strong it is. Maybe that’s part of the appeal. That, and the few times you had those otherworldly eyes staring down at you.

You don’t have much time to analyze your motivations, not with the man himself climbing on top of you, jacket thrown next to the bed and shirt half unbuttoned. He is going to make you work for it if you want to see him naked. He enjoys seeing the battle within you between your desire for him and your desire to remain unbothered. It amuses him. It’s always fun, making the cool and collected ones lose themselves with lust. Have them crawl to him on their knees. And he knows just how to do it.

“You look so pretty splayed like that on my bed,” he mutters as he runs his hand up your naked leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps from your calf to your inner thigh. “I think we should take these off, they’re drenched,” he coos, tugging down your panties. You whimper when you feel the cold air hit your drooling slit. His lips are closing in to your ear again “And I’m keeping them - a memento of how much you want me.” He loves watching your expressions when he pushes your buttons. It’s easy with you, you respond so cutely to his teasing, so sensitive, so needy. He can’t wait to see how you’ll squirm when he’s fucking you, how your eyes will roll at the back of your head.

“Pervert,” you hiss, but he only chuckles at that. Gojo licks the shell of your ear, hand kneading your breasts. A whine escapes you and you feel the corners of his mouth tug into a grin as he’s planting kisses on your jawline - he’s breaking your defenses, slowly but surely. Why would you be resisting him anyways?

“So you’re into perverts, hmm?” He slips a finger between your wet folds slowly and you moan oh, so prettily for him. “Moaning like this from just a finger, such a cutie. What are you going to do when I put my cock inside you? Good thing the walls aren’t thin.” He pushes in and out of you while he’s lifting your top, planting kisses on your stomach and moving up to your breasts. He frees them from the confine of your bra and latches his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking as he adds a second finger in your cunt. You whine and he relishes the way your walls are sucking in his digits. You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around his cock.

Tingles run through your body. When you do it yourself it doesn't feel nearly as good. But you want more - need more. So when you see him release your nipple with a pop and pull his fingers from your sopping cunt only to stare at you with an impish smile, you can’t help but whine “Gojo, please!”

“Call me Satoru,” he grins “You’re always so formal, even naked on my bed. And please what?”

“Please stop being such a tease and just fuck me already!” Your cheeks are burning up, you can’t believe he’s making you act like such a needy slut.

“All you had to do was ask,” he chuckles, untying his blindfold “I want you to look at me while I make you cream on my cock.”

Gojo’s eyes are just as mesmerizing as you remember and staring into them feels like taking a plunge off a cliff, just to fall into the sky. You bite your lip, you could be so cheesy sometimes. But you can’t stop looking, barely registering the way he takes your hands and places them on his shirt, unbuttoning it with your own fingers and then moving to undo the clasp of his belt.

“Just like this,” he coos, pushing you on your back once he’s done making you undress him. Your eyes widen when you see his cock, fully hard and drops of precum leaking from the tip. “You like it?”

“I-I’m not sure it’s going to fit-”

“We’ll make it fit,” Gojo coaxes, placing your legs on his shoulders and pressing the tip against your entrance. You whine, the way he’s spreading your muscle rim both painful and delicious. Inch by inch he’s stretching your tight walls, your back arching. He’s rubbing against each and every one of your sensitive spots and you’re so close to cumming just by having him enter you. “Oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet and still so fucking tight.”

He grunts, sheeting himself inside you fully with one deep thrust. He gives you a moment to rest, enjoying the way your walls clench around his length. Gojo had his eyes on you for a while. He saw the way you always hesitated for a second every time he teased you, how you’d fight laughing at his jokes. And how you swayed your hips so alluringly each time you walked away as if spending one more second in his presence would make all your defenses crumble. But he knew it was just a matter of time before you’d fall right into his arms. You were just too cute, too innocent - he had to have you.

“S-Satoru,” you moan his name when he starts moving again. Each thrust is hard and deep and each of them makes the coil in your abdomen tighten. His hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks. You cry his name over and over. And he just pounds into you, slamming his hips into yours. He isn’t going to be gentle just because you never had a cock as big. He can’t, he’s not that merciful. You’re just too pretty, how you whine and squirm, how your much smaller body shakes when he touches you, when he fucks into you. Your eyes are glazed over, but you don’t close them, no, you’re looking straight at him. Drool is dripping from the corner of your mouth, and slick is running down your thighs.

“You’re such a mess. Such a pretty fucking mess,” he smirks and thrusts harder. Your hands grip the sheets. So desperate, so needy. You need to hold onto something to keep you from bursting. But when he leans on you and his lips wrap around your nipples once more - you can’t hold it anymore. The coil snaps as your mind goes blank, your body frantically trying to pull him deeper inside you, squeezing, milking him.

He’s panting as he keeps fucking you through your high. He’s chasing his own release, trying to decide which part of your body he should mark with his cum. Your bouncy tits? Your pretty face? Or maybe he should just finish inside you and watch as it drips from your well-fucked hole. He’s close, so close. And you’re still cumming - is it the second or the third time? It doesn’t matter.

Pulling out of your velvety walls, he strokes his cock while rubbing your clit. He wants to see you squirming for a little while more. His body jerks and with a grunt he sprays his cum all over your stomach and breasts, a few drops landing on your face as you’re cumming again from the pressure on your clit.

He’d ask you if you’d be able to fuck another man after this, but there was no point. You are so out of it, your walls clenching around nothing and body still shaking - you couldn’t answer him anyway. Gojo will just have to wait until you’re coherent again. He knows you won’t be able to stay away from him anymore, you’ll just be crawling on your hands and knees back to him, begging for his cock. And he’s going to give it to you, he’s going to fuck you in every corner of the school. It seems the wait was worth it.

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gyusfavlibra · 3 years

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THIS IS MY WORK! PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ON OTHER SITES/APPS!!!!

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

°°°°

*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

°°°°

"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

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k-indie · 3 years

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But Did You Like It

Pairings: Gamer!Rindō x Game Developer!Reader

Situation: in which Rindō falls in love with not just the game you made that he beta tested...

The game was beyond amazing.

It had your coworkers reeling from the trailer alone. You were proud of it, but not nearly as much as you should've been. You wanted your childhood friend to play it and tell you all about how amazing it was before you let your department publish anything, not even the pre-trailer.

There was something cute about the way he'd knit his brows together when he was focused on the games he'd immerse himself in and how he'd mindlessly bite into the snack he had at hand, making you wish it was your lips he was biting so tenderly.

And when you did have him beta test it, it took him almost two weeks to finish it. The game had great graphics, the plot was difficult just enough to keep any gamers coming back, and it was the perfect length to keep people interested. It also offered multiplayer and co-op features that would allow players to run around the digital land freely if they didn't want to play story-mode.

You were beginning to get antsy when he slowly imbibed the slushy you'd bought him, biting into his pizza his usual pace but to you seemed teasingly slow. Your fingers drummed on the table impatiently, watching as he swallowed smoothly and looked back at you from his gaze on the screen across the room.

"Well..."

You slowly sighed, calming your anxiety as he began to speak.

"It's long."

You sighed and lolled your head to one side, annoyed.

"Okay... What else?"

"The plot is pretty cool."

You were getting ticked off with the one-liners, hoping he'd open up more instead of dangling that carrot.

"The last boss is extremely hard to beat... But it's worth it in the end."

Your satisfaction was being teased, just an inch closer to where it should've been thirty minutes ago, the start of your lunch break. He'd finally finished the near two-week long testing and he didn't show you any emotion, deciding that if he teased you about it a little bit, you'd spend that much more time with him instead if leaving so quickly as you normally did to get it published and immediately work on a new project. He could admit openly that he was fond of you, but nothing further, he didn't want to scare you away having seen how treated the last guy who had confessed more to you than his love for your games.

"So... You like it?"

"It's definitely going to make production a boatload of cash."

You groaned inwardly, disapproving his comment openly with your expression.

Just tell me already...

"But do you like it?"

A lopsided smirk found it's way to your eyes, teasing you further and for the last time.

"I like more than just your game, (Name)."

You were too excited to focus on what the sentence meant, hyperfocusing only on the fact that he liked your game and as you were about to get up from the table, his hand found yours and tugged you lightly before you could run off as quickly as you could to get the publishers on the task.

"I wanted to tell you something else."

"What could that be? You already said you liked the game. Is there something wrong with it?"

He almost laughed at the confused face you gave him, finding it endearing that you cared so much about every thought, feeling, or opinion that ran through his handsome head. "No, nothing. I think you may have missed what I said before. I think your game is perfect. In fact, it's almost as perfect as you are and-"

"(Name), are we publishing it or not?"

Your coworker yelled at you, quickly snatching you up from the table and leading you out of the lounge to finish the last tweeks and publishing credits for the bug reveal that would be in three days from then. You looked to Rindō as you were dragged along behind your colleague, wondering what he was going to say, jealousy storming his eyes at how the man was gripping your attention and wringing it's neck, away from Rindō and into an abyss he didn't like to stare into.

How long would it be this time? How long would he have to wait to see you, tell you what he couldn't finish that day? When would you give him your time he desperately needed, deserved, wanted? Couldn't you blow off work for a while? Sure, you'd had a wonderful following and plenty of income to last for many years and take care of your future generations if you decided to have them— hopefully with him. But it was something you were passionate about and he knew it, but he couldn't help his selfish thoughts about you, wishing you'd just quit your job already and spend your time with him, love him the way he loved you.

Rindō had been a fan of your ideas and the way you expressed them for years, and when your first game was published, he was the first to play it before you decided to appoint him as your beta tester.

That afternoon, he went back to his flat, disappointed and deflated at the failed attempt to spill his feelings to you. And he waited long hours for a text from you that never came.

"It'll be published in two days. We're having a celebration that day as well for the big reveal, bring a plus-one if you want, it'll be an open party. To (Name)!"

Your district manager had raised a toast to you, the best game developer they'd had in decades, bringing the entire department back to life from your first hit game and you'd been highly sought after by many other companies but you wanted to stay in Tokyo with the small-fry company you worked with for the sole purpose of being near your friends and family in Tokyo.

And when you raised your glass, you couldn't help the burning desire for Rindō to be there with you, see his beautiful smile at your tenth successful video game in that decade, tease you about the faux-alcohol that your manager insisted on pouring for everyone, and congratulating you before the event you hoped he'd accept your invitation to. You still couldn't shake the words he was saying earlier that day, but you had lots of work to do and couldn't spare a moment so you decided to finish the toast and get back to work quickly to be able to spend more time with him after it was done and take a break from production to give him the time and attention you wanted him to have and receive that same energy from him.

When the morning of the reveal came, you had called Rindō, hoping to hear a grand yes from his pretty lips as you asked for his company at the event that night. When he said he couldn't, you were distraught, groggily and lazily preparing yourself for the day, not putting much energy into the outfit for the evening at the disappointment that was heard when you shut your phone down completely. Figuring he was busy, you tried to shake your sadness away and focus on the announcement of your game on live television and some other recorded channels.

You had a speech prepared for the game at your managers request. And you almost rejected it last minute before recalling the sole reason you'd made that game and you wished the reason had accepted your invitation to be your date.

And when you it was time for you to arrive at the venue, you were already forgetting the disappointment because the venue was fit for a queen— to show off her futuristic action game.

Your eyes drunk in the beautiful sight that was the building, taking your breath away almost when you laid eyes on the purple carpet, it was just like from your video game, triangles in bright reds and blues tessellating along the carpet as your heels stomped proudly over it. The lights dancing across your skin made you look like a character from your game almost— minus the outfits and lack of certain alien features.

There were all sorts of game developers, beta testers and producers at the venue drinking and mingling and you were at the center of it all that night. Maybe you'd win an award after the game has been deemed eligible for nomination.

You couldn't help the mindless desperation to look in every corner of the room to find that beautiful lilac-haired beaut that you missed so much. And when you didn't find him, you sat at a table designated for you and your team, where an unknown man sat beside you and began asking you about your game developing techniques and potential shadowing he could do. And you indulged his endless questions, being vague for most of it so he didn't try to steal or sell you out to the press so no one could leak important information about you.

And before you could tell the annoying man to piss off, your name was shouted out loud, earning a loud round of applause, whistles, and screams that your 'game trailer was fire', you had gone up to the podium where you'd give your speech about the game, how it came to fruition, and other things in that regard.

"Thank you all so much for coming and thank you to the viewers watching this right now. Your support has given me great courage to continue my journey and career in game development."

The crowd cheered and you allowed a moment for everyone to settle down. You hesitated, looking down at your notes, ears ringing at the sudden silence from the crowd and building, overwhelming emotions. You sighed as you folded the notes and set them aside at the podium.

"Honestly, I was going to refuse to do this speech at the last minute. I felt a bit disappointed that someone I love dearly couldn't make it tonight for whatever reason. And then that same thought made me realize that I made this game for that person and it wouldn't be right if I didn't tell you all about it."

Rindō was slowly entering the venue as he heard your voice on the speakers, stealthily slipping into the room so he didn't distract anyone from you.

He found a seat at the table nearest the exit and stared up at your form in partial confusion as he wondered who it was you were referring to.

"I make action games because my friend loves them. He would always whine to me about how the games he'd play were trash, the final boss wasn't worth his time, and how the hours he put into the game were hours he'd never get back. I didn't want him to feel that way anymore so I started my career in game development to appease him, to make him happy. I loved video games because of him, they became my passion because of him. And the game we published today..."

Your eyes searched the crowd, realizing the admiring faces and prying eyes as you pause between your sentences, looking for that person in the event they did show up. And when your eyes found his, you couldn't help the slow grin that played on your pretty lips.

"Was the last game I planned to make for him before I took time from developing video games to develop our relationship together. I wanted a game that would represent the growth and strength of our relationship, to show the world what two people are capable of when they work together, when they conquer something together, when they protect something so meaningful to them in the same way you protected me from that bully in middle school and the parent that didn't know how to be one. I made this video game for you, Haitani Rindō."

You watched him closely as his lips formed a small circular shape at your revelation, his eyes flickering admiration, love, adoration, and a frenzy of other overwhelmingly beautiful emotions. He smiled at you and you smiled back wider, the entire crowd looking over at him as the spotlight moved across the room to shine over him, his features highlighting in the pretty blue hues.

"Roppongi Revengers is for you, my love."

"I can't believe you made that game for me. I had a feeling the characters were based off the two of us by how they interacted, but I couldn't focus on it because the game was too enticing to pick it apart. (Name), I–"

You silenced his rambling with a chaste kiss, hoping he'd pull you back and kiss you again, but he stared at you silently, blankly, surprised.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I thought-"

He pulled you back against him and let his lips hover over yours as he spoke, "You thought right, my love."

And the spotlight hit your swaying forms on the dancefloor as you embraced each others lips passionately, arms falling over the others as you hugged each other tightly to you, the sounds of clapping and screams of excitement falling in deaf ears.

It was only you.

It was only Rindō.

And that's all you'd hoped for after fifteen years of making video games for your new boyfriend.

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serotonin boost prompt whenever you find the time: gallavich date with secret smiles, sweet kisses and the handholding we all deserve ❤️❤️

"We're gonna miss it, Mickey," Ian says for at least the third time, eyes on the ever-ticking clock over their fireplace. Mickey, kneeling on the floor in front of the worn sofa they had grabbed off a curb when they found out they had to get their own, just shrugs. He picks out a bright red crayon to pass to Franny, who's laying on her stomach next to him scribbling on the back of an ad for the local co-op.

"Calm down, man," he tells Ian. "She'll be here soon, can't do anything about a late train."

Ian sighs, leaning forward and rubbing his eyes. "Since when do you stand up for Debbie?"

Mickey eyes him warily from the floor. "Since it's not her fault," he answers, then asks, "Why you so worked up about it, anyway? It's not a big deal."

He sounds honestly confused, and it only makes Ian more upset. This was supposed to be their night. Their one night, all week, to just do something nice together. And Debbie had to come to them for last-minute babysitting while she went to an interview, then had to be late enough getting back to send all Ian's plans circling the drain.

He doesn't say any of that to Mickey. "It's nothing," he mumbles instead, knowing it sounds unconvincing but not really caring at the moment.

Sure enough, Mickey's eyes narrow and he opens his mouth to reply, but gets interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Mommy!" Franny cries, jumping off the floor to race to the apartment door. Mickey is slower to rise, grumbling about getting too old for sitting on the floor; if Ian we're in a better mood, he'd tease him for being perfectly fine with lying on it the other night. Ian stays put, leaving Mickey to follow their niece with a concerned glance back at him.

Ian listens to Mickey opening the door, reminding Franny to let him do it, and greeting Debbie. He knows if he followed, he'd say something about her tardiness, so he lets Mickey make his excuses and wave the two of them off.

He braces himself when he hears the door click closed again, and Mickey's footsteps come back around into the living room.

Mickey doesn't say anything about his sour mood.

"Kay, you ready?" he asks instead, grabbing his wallet from the crate temporarily serving as a coffee table.

Ian laughs humorlessly.

"I was ready an hour ago," he points out dryly. "But we missed our reservation already, Mick, we're not going anywhere now."

Mickey frowns at him. "Nah, fuck that, man," he says. "This is our night, right?" he asks, and Ian would be lying if he said that didn't warm him up a little, hearing Mickey call it that.

"Yeah," he agrees, and Mickey nods decisively.

"Let's go then," he orders, gesturing to the door. "I ain't givin' up on tonight that easy."

Ian can't help but grin, even as he asks, "go where?"

Mickey smirks, and slaps Ian on the ass when he gets up and walks past him. Ian starts, twisting to look at him with wide eyes, and Mickey waggled his eyebrows just to make Ian laugh.

"You let me worry about that, tough guy."

They end up outside the restaurant they had picked out together, some weird new mexican fusion place that advertised world-class margaritas. Mickey had gotten fond of the drink back in Mexico, and Ian figured it was something they could enjoy together.

"Mickey," he says as they get closer, " it took us two weeks to get in here, there's no way they held our table."

Mickey shakes his head. "Gallagher, I'm disappointed in you," he says as he leads Ian to the door. "Ain't conning you way into places your family's shtick?"

Ian just looks at him, brow furrowed, and Mickey rolls his eyes.

"Just hang back a sec, til I wave you over, alright?" he demands. "Watch and fuckin' learn."

And he's off, through the crowd at the entrance and straight up to the podium at the front. Ian can't hear what he says, but there are some wild gestures and hushed but tense words exchanged. At one point, Mickey gets out his phone and taps at it impatiently, pretending to wait for a response before waving it in the host's face.

That bit seems to do the trick, and Ian is waved over, picking his way through the other waiting groups without looking any if them in the face.

When he gets to the front, Mickey is saying, " and you're lucky he didn't have to hear any of that 'overbooked' bullshit, he'd have your fuckin' job for that," before taking off into the restaurant with Ian trailing behind.

He stops at a booth toward the back, and gestures Ian in first, sliding into the bench on the other side.

"What did you do?" Ian hisses lowly, leaning across the table toward him.

Mickey grins, and taps their feet together, catching one of Ian's and drawing it back to his side.

"Told 'em you were Ed Sheeran," he jokes. He reaches under the table to grab Ian's leg, pulling his foot up to rest on Mickey's lap. Ian has to lean back to make it comfortable, but the stroke of Mickey's thumb against the bone of his ankle is worth it.

"You did not," Ian pokes, but Mickey shrugs.

"Does it matter?" he asks quietly as a waiter approaches. Ian pulls his leg back, aware of how they must look, but takes Mickey's hand over the table instead.

"Guess not," he accepts, squeezing Mickey's fingers and feeling the metal of his ring. "Thanks," he adds, and Mickey's smile turns soft.

"Anytime," he murmurs, then grabs the menu to give his order.

"That was amazing," Ian groans an hour later, a stack of empty plates between them. Mickey hums his agreement, taking a final bite of fried ice cream dessert before tossing his spoon down with a clatter.

"Fuck yeah it was," he says with a burp that has the couple at the nearest table eying them with distaste. "Except the margaritas," he adds with a scowl, taking a long drag from the bottled beer they had quickly switched to. "Too fuckin' sweet."

"Thought you liked 'em sweet," Ian teases, leaning closer, and Mickey licks his lips.

"Nah," he says slowly, "that's just how I like my men." He winks, and Ian flushes immediately.

"Oh my God," he manages to squeak out, hands flat on the table. "You did not just say that."

Mickey laughs, open and free, and grabs Ian's hand again without prompting.

"The drinks were shit, though," he muses. "Now that I think of it, maybe I was just drinkin' straight tequila down south."

It's Ian's turn to laugh--"only you, Mick"--and they're both grinning like fools when he stops.

"Ready to get outta here, Red?" Mickey murmurs, tilting his head toward the end of the booth.

"Sure, Mick," Ian agrees easily, then let's go if his husband's hand to fumble for his wallet. "Let me just..."

"Hey, no," Mickey interrupts. "They gave away our reservation, man, we ain't payin' for shit."

"What--Mickey!" Ian whispers, but Mickey is already up and moving quickly toward the back, where he catches the door to the kitchen before it closes behind a surprised waiter and slips inside.

With a muffled groan, Ian takes off after him.

He almost makes it, but before the door shuts behind him, he hears the host yelling, "Hey, you can't go in there!"

"Shit, shit, shit," Ian mutters, faced with at least one sous-chef staring at him across the bustling kitchen. Before he has time to panic, though, Mickey is back at his side, grabbing his arm and pulling.

"This way, dipshit!" he hisses as they wind through counters and racks and boxes toward the door to the back alley. "Should've known you'd get caught," he pants, out of breath, "it's the fuckin' hair, man, too bright."

"You like my hair," Ian offers stupidly. Mickey stops long enough to make sure Ian sees him roll his eyes, and grabs a folded tablecloth and a bottle of something fancy from next to the door before he shoves it open with a hip and pulls Ian out into the cool night air.

Ian looks back for pursuit, but the kitchen workers couldn't care less. One of them even salutes him with a bread knife, lips twitching, until the door closes and breaks their line of sight.

They run for a few blocks anyway, until Mickey tugs him into a different alley to catch their breaths.

"That was some date night," Ian pants, hands on knees and a wide grin on his face.

"Night ain't over yet," Mickey disagrees. He pushes off the brick wall he had leaned against, motions back to the street with the arm not holding what he pilfered from the restaurant kitchen. "C'mon, man, we got somewhere to be."

Then he's off again, albeit at a more sedate pace, and Ian laughs again as he follows. He catches up with a few long strides and grabs Mickey's hand, letting his husband lead him once again.

This time, they wander farther, only stopping when they come to a park with overly green grass and a neatly manicured baseball diamond.

It isn't their field, the one with the dugout they used to frequent; that field is back Southside, and they haven't walked that far. But it's close, and Ian's heart pounds as Mickey leads him around the open fencing and toward the outfield.

They stop at the greenest point, and Mickey releases Ian's hand to throw down his stolen tablecloth, kicking the edges until it's more or less flat and open. He plops down immediately, just off center, and motions for Ian to do the same as he uses his pocket knife to uncork the stolen bottle of booze.

Ian sits as Mickey takes a swig of the mystery liqour, then accepts the bottle when he passes it over.

"This is nice," he says after a long sip of what turned out to be a moderately pleasant red. "How did you know it was here?"

Mickey reaches for the bottle again, taking another swallow before he answered. "Was helping Debs look at schools," he admits. "For Franny, when she's older."

Ian doesn't press. He loves how much Mickey dotes on their niece, but he knows talking about it makes him uncomfortable still, their own future hanging over them.

He lays down instead, and looks up. The stars are out, glittering above them in patterns he doesn't understand, but thinks must mean something good.

"Thanks for tonight," he says softly to the sky.

The tablecloth rustles as Mickey leans on his elbows next to him.

"Anytime," he replies. He looks down at Ian, and turns on his side so he can brush red hair back from his face.

"Gonna tell me why you were so upset, earlier?" he questions, voice light but serious. "Not like you to freak out like that."

Ian nuzzles into the hand on his face, and closes his eyes. "Just wanted to do something for you," he admits. "You were so excited about finding that place. And you're always doing stuff like that for me."

His eyes flutter open again, fixing on Mickey's face. "Figures the first time I try, everything goes wrong and you have to take over again."

Mickey doesn't respond right away. He watches him, thumb stroking his cheekbone, hand curling around behind his ear.

When he does speak, it's quiet. "I like doin' that shit for you, Ian," he says. "Makes me...happy. To see you smilin'."

Ian's lips stretch into a gentle curve, and Mickey returns it. "Yeah," he whispers, leaning down until their noses brush. "Like that," he finishes, the words lost against Ian's lips as they kiss.

Ian doesn't know how long they stay there, laying on that thin piece of fabric over the grass, making out under the stars. He doesn't care. Because it's Mickey. And despite everything that went wrong tonight, being there with Mickey was perfect.

They're eventually interuppted by what feels like rain, but turns out a second later to be the timed sprinkler system switching on. Mickey yelps into his mouth at the cold water as they break apart, scrambling to dash across the field and to the relative safety of the sidewalk. They leave the tablecloth where it is, a sad heap if fabric wet with water and remainder of their overturned bottle of red wine, and fall against each other as they turn to head toward home.

"Still wanna thank me?" Mickey jokes on the way, teeth chattering as his skin dries.

"Yeah, I do," Ian says, nudging him with a hip before pulling him back, wrapping a long warm arm around his shoulders.

"Tonight was perfect."

And if they stop again to kiss against under the L on their way, Mickey's back pressed to the support and legs hugging Ian's waist, well. It is still their night, after all.

#writing at work while I wait on things #so if there are weird autocorrects please ignore them #that's also why it's long and rambly😅#daily speedwrite #gallavich #mickey milkovich #fanfic #ian gallagher #mickey saves date night

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Love Is A Battlefield || Chapter Eighteen

Clay Spenser x OC

Love Is A Battlefield Masterlist

This Months Writing

This was the part Rylee hated, saying bye to her little girl. But if Athy wasn’t happy with her going on the ops she knew that she could tell the truth and Rylee wouldn’t go. Deep down Rylee knew that Athy loved the fact that her mum was going out on adventures saving the world, she was her superhero.

Rylee was currently saying bye to Naima and the kids so had her back to Athy currently who was hiding behind Metal, Sonny could see the tears starting to form and Athy’s bottom lip quivering and he knew that there would be a tantrum on the tarmac if he didn’t do something.

“I will be back in a second boys,” he nodded, but was stopped by Clay.

“I’ve got this,” Clay said softly, he knew that one way to gain Rylee’s trust was building the relationship with her daughter. “I mean if that’s okay?”

“Go for it,” Sonny nodded, taking a step back watching Clay walk over to Athena, not saying a word as he sat down on the ground next to her.

Metal looked slightly confused at first, until he saw the look that Sonny was giving and he decided to walk away and leave Clay to it.

“Hey Athy,” Clay said softly, opening his arms out to her and she instantly sat on his knee, resting her little head against his shoulder. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m scared,” she mumbled.

“Why are you scared?”

“Because Mummy is going away,” she sniffed, pausing for a second, “I just want her to be safe, will she be safe Clay?”

“Don’t worry little one, your Mummy will be safe because she has me and everyone else protecting her and I know she will be safe because your Mummy is a total badass,” Clay whispered as he wrapped his arms around Athena.

“She’s a superhero that saves the world,” Athy whispered.

“She definitely is,” Clay nodded. “Now apart from your mummy who is your favourite superhero?”

“Urm Iron Man,” Athy sniffled, pausing before she spoke, “because he had that cool suit, but mummy says her favourite is Thor but Iron Man is cooler,”

Clay laughed the moment he heard who Rylee’s favourite superhero was, he didn’t need to work out why that was.

“Good choice, do you know what superhero I think Uncle Sonny is?” Clay asked, trying to do anything to stop a meltdown. “I think he is the Hulk because he can go from happy to annoyed in seconds,”

This caused a fit of giggles to come from Athy so he carried on.

Sonny watched from afar, he didn’t know what Clay was saying to Athena but he was making her laugh at whatever it was. It amazed him at how fast that Athy had started to trust Clay, it was like they clicked the moment they met.

He knew that Rylee saw this too and that was scaring her, Athy never trusted anyone this fast so why was Clay different.

The sound of Athy’s giggled filled the air, it was one of Sonny’s favourite sounds and he would do absolutely anything to hear her laugh.

Rylee was so quiet for the flight, her headphones were in and she was staring at the papers in front of her. She needed a game plan for this to work, there was no way she wouldn’t have a solid plan putting everyone’s lives at risk. But she also had the thoughts of Clay and Athy on the tarmac creeping into her mind as well.

Clay was starting to get a little worried as he had never seen her like this before, yet to the boys this was normal when it came to planning something but as Metal saw Clay walking over to Rylee he got everyone’s attention making them all turn their attention to the table.

“Hey,” Clay said softly, nudging her shoulder causing her to pull one headphone out. “You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” she nodded, “just trying to figure out who we are going to take this guy down,”

“I’m sure you will find a way, you were normally pretty good at finding a solution to things people couldn’t,” Clay smiled, he was trying to be friendly without coming on too strong especially as they had only just started to rebuild the relationship. He decided that changing the subject was the best idea, she had been at this since they got on the plane and she needed a break. “What you listening to?” He asked tapping her phone screen making it light up.

“okay don’t laugh at me,” she said, getting embarrassed, “JLS,” she nodded, causing Clay to laugh playfully.

“You still into them? I remember you being obsessed back in school,” Clay smirked nudging her shoulder again.

“Hey once a fangirl, always a fangirl,” Rylee giggled, watching as Clay unplugged the headphone and turned the music up. “What you doing?” She asked as the start of Eternal Love started playing.

“Come one, one dance,” he smiled holding his hand out, “I know this helped you back in the day so maybe it will help still?”

“Fine but if this doesn’t help it’s your fault,” she nodded, taking his hand, letting him pull her into his arms.

Welcome to your night, favourite drink on ice. We can watch the sun go down under city lights, talk about our life, people we don’t like. Nobody can judge our past, we’ll be alright. Just the two of us baby, that’s enough. Everytime I look at you, girl, I feel a rush. Life can never be tough if we stay stuck. If we stay together 'til forever and a day, love

The music was playing softly in the background, her head was resting on his chest due to the height difference, and he was holding her just like he used to when she was getting stressed about exams.

The sound of the song and his heartbeat was all she could focus on, instantly she felt the stress wash off her, like a weight was being lifted. However her mind started racing from the feeling she had, just like when she hugged him before, being in his arms made her feel safe and she promised herself she would get too close to him.

I know we’re way up. Even if the sky falls today, I know we won’t break up. Cause I know that nothing they say will ever change us. You’ll always blow 'em away. No, you don’t care what they say. Cause you know you’re beautiful, ay. And baby, there ain’t nothing wrong. With turning all the lights down low

Speakers poppin' playing our song. In my all-star shirt, underneath there’s nothing on, ay And if you want to take it slow You know that I’ll wait for you 'cause you have my soul Wrapped up in between these sheets, ay You’ve got my heart and I got what you need. We got that love and it ain’t finished, we’re in an eternal love

“He is gonna break down her walls,” Ray said quietly, as the boys watched. “I tel you know they will end up together,”

“There’s just too much chemistry between them, you can feel it,” Jase said, “maybe he is what she needs, maybe he is the one that can keep the demons away.”

“It’s only been a couple of days since she decided to put the past behind her, I don’t think she hated him as much as she made out, I think it was just another wall she built because she doesn’t want to get too close,” Sonny whispered, “both me and Jase reckon that in six months time something will have happened between the two of them.”

Welcome to your night. The city is alive But nothing can compare to the moments here inside Looking in your eyes, incredible sight I just wanna capture it all

I know we’re way up Even if the sky falls today, I know we won’t break up Cause I know that nothing they say will ever change us You’ll always blow 'em away No, you don’t care what they say Cause you know you’re beautiful, ay

Clay loved having you on his arms again, it had been far too long since this had happened, one of his biggest regrets was he never reached out once school had finished but he can’t change the past all he could be do was be grateful you were giving him a second chance and this time he wasn’t going to blow it.

No words were spoken as the two of them slowly swayed to the song.

Soon enough the song came to an end and Rylee didn’t pull away straight away.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah I forgot how well that actually worked,” she half laughed, as she fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie before yawning. “I’m going for a nap before we land seen as we still have a couple of hours to go,”

She didn’t miss the smug look that Sonny was giving her as she walked over to her hammock, she knew that as soon as they were alone he would make some comment about her and Clay.

Once she took her contact lenses out she tucked her small bear under her arms she closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

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Beautiful Pain (7)

Chapter Seven- Gone

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: Post-Blip, you started to feel lost when most of the Avengers team are gone. Coping with your loss, you still find hope in the connection with your remaining friends. However, it is not easy as everyone is trying to figure their lives after the Blip.

Having a long history with Bucky ever since you both saved each other from Hydra, you were still glad you had Bucky after all this time. However, as you try to give Bucky space to find himself after being pardoned for his past, you start to wonder if you should ever cross the line of friendship before it’s too late.

That thought might have to be put on hold though, when you, Sam and Bucky find yourselves having to deal with threats that continue to rise in a post-Blip world.

Chapter synopsis: In your pursuit of Karli and her group, unexpected revelations come to light. Lines are now crossed and that there is no turning back.

Warnings: Violence. Angst. A bit of language. Maybe a tear-inducing moment?

Word count: 5k

Notes: In celebration of the last ep, today is a double release! 🥳 We are already at the 7th chapter of this series. It also has covered one of the most climactic episodes of the TFATWS series and wow, I can't believe we are here! 😱

I have yet to see the last episode but I have plans to do it tonight. I thought I could put it off until I finish writing for ep 5 but I couldn't wait. This would help me to plan the direction I want to come for the upcoming chapters. 😌 Hope y’all will stick to this series despite the show has ended. 😅

Please let me know what you think of the series so far! 🥰🙏🏼

The tag list is still open! Let me know if you want to join with a message or comment in the chapters!

Next: Chapter Eight

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With Zemo’s inside information, all of you were heading to Donya’s ceremony in hopes to find Karli. You weren’t sure what to do knowing that you had secured a possible chance with Dovich to talk to Karli.

Grabbing your blazer, you made the move to join your group when you were greeted by the sight of John and Lemar walking towards you all.

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you to pull this shit.” John thought it fit to lecture your group. You were walking beside Sam when you heard Bucky sarcastically questioning John on how he managed to locate your group.

All of your annoyance grew as John decided he doesn’t want to miss out on the action given his new status and hence, responsibility as- urgh you don’t even want to say call him that title in your head.

“Come on, man. You don’t think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing too much attention?” Lemar responded in kind.

John in all his fear of missing out started to question why you all had broken Zemo out of prison. Bucky patronizingly mentioned that Zemo broke himself out technically but John grew more irritated at not being taken seriously.

John’s higher than thou self was drawing attention with his loud talk and Sam had to cut him off. Zemo explained that he knew of Karli’s location and indicated continuing on his tracks before being stopped by John.

Sam went on ahead to explain that Karli would most likely be at Donya’s memorial and interception would take place there. Lemar noted the risks of casualties give n that civilians would be present.

John seeming pleased with the information started talking of a plan to take Karli in by surprise. This plan of ambush didn’t sit well with Sam and he proposed to talk to her alone. John refused, saying he didn’t want the possibility of losing Karli again.

Sam countered back that it was the best timing to reason with her, as she was now feeling vulnerable with someone dear to her loss. John vehemently rebuffed Sam’s proposal and claimed that reasoning with Karli was not an option, given that she had bombed a building with people in it.

Lemar, who you observed to be more level-headed than John ever would be chimed in that Sam could be attacked without any backup.

“And if I go in hot and the ops go wrong, more people will die,” Sam stated firmly.

“Sam is right.” Everyone turned to you and you continued to speak. “Look-” You shook in disbelief as you were about to break the promise you had with Dovich but you knew the situation called for it.

“I met with one of Karli’s guys.” All of the men were stunned at your revelation and you could see the betrayal on Bucky’s face more so than the rest.

“When was this?” He spoke up first as he looked on at you in disappointment.

“When we were out fishing for information on Donya, I miraculously spotted him on the streets and followed him. We talked.”

“And you didn’t bring him in?!” John accused as if you had done something terribly wrong. Bucky turned to give John the stink eye before going back to you.

“Why would you keep this from us at all?” Bucky couldn’t believe that you would have kept this information from him of all of the people.

“I promised him, he was going to talk to Karli for me after the memorial. He was our best chance to persuade Karli rather than go in by ourselves. We might not even have a shot.” You defended your actions.

“And how was he so agreeable to your request?” Bucky asked disdainfully. You didn’t like his judgmental stare at you, like as if he couldn’t believe you managed this feat.

“I saved him before back when we all fought the Flag Smashers on the truck. I convinced him with sincerity, happy?” You snapped back at the brooding super-soldier. Sam witnessing the once again tense exchange between the two of you intervened and spoke.

“That’s good, Y/N. Well done.”

“He said that he would only have me speak to Karli but I think you should do it, Sam. I can do talk to him again once he contacts me. You are the best one of us to do it.” You knew of Sam’s experiencing with counselling soldiers dealing with trauma and knew that he would do a better job to talk to Karli.

Sam was encouraged at your support for him and pulled you into a side hug which you returned gladly to him too. Bucky grew irritated at how your relationship with him was continuing to sour and began to feel disheartened. John being the thorn in your side still did not relent in his opinion.

“Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a super-soldier alone?” John continued to harp on the matter.

“He dealt with worse and he’s not my partner.” Bucky curtly answered.

“I trust Sam, he’s more capable than you think.” You chimed in. Bucky gave you a brief warm look as the two of you had put your differences aside for a moment to agree on Sam’s competency.

When Lemar asked John to give this plan a chance, you could see the latter wavering on his stance. It seemed his soft spot for his partner and friend worked. The men still thought it was better to go for the memorial straight as they were not sure if Dovich could hold up his end of the promise.

You showed hesitation but decided to give in, knowing that you were outnumbered. Zemo led the group to approach a little girl and you could see him giving some money to the girl in exchange for the revelation of Donya’s memorial.

You all were soon directed to an old building and the little girl pointed up to a stairway before going off. Sam gave you a nod before making his way first.

John took it upon himself to cuff Zemo before stopping Sam, informing him that he only had ten minutes with Karli. You had it with his bossy attitude and wanted to throw a punch in his face.

As the time passed in the room, it was silent. Everyone took a spot to wait but John was pacing up and down. Bucky positioned himself near the door while you took a spot opposite Lemar.

Your eyes glanced nervously to Bucky, suddenly feeling all weird and awkward. You never had this feeling in a long time. The only time you felt his way was when you had just started living with him as you two were on the run and in hiding.

The sudden comfort and ease you had with him seemed to vanish with your first fight as you would call it.

“Hey, uh-now it’s not really the time…” Your attention to Lemar who was now speaking at you directly. Giving a surprising look at his unexpected conversation starter, you listened intently.

“I really am a fan of yours.” Your mouth opened slightly in surprise at his revelation. Tilting your head to the side, you gave him a quizzical look.

“Just thought your powers are really cool. I was amazed to see them in action back in Germany.” You weren’t sure how to react but nodded shyly and thanked him. Bucky couldn’t believe what transgressed in front of him.

Peering over to see you with a bashful expression, he couldn’t help to grow irritated out of jealousy.

“Were you born with them?” Lemar inquired politely and you nodded in response. Lemar had another look of wonder before continuing to ask.

“That’s extraordinary.” You shrugged your shoulders as you didn’t know what to respond. Sure, you know your powers were to be envied but you didn’t think of yourself holier.

“It’s nothing to be envied. I find more respect for people who are able to do extraordinary things without such advantages.“ Your humility gained a deepened sense of admiration from Lemar. “Thank you for your service.” Throwing a smile in his way, yours grew wider as Lemar returned one your way.

Eyes looking over to John, you gave a slight brief nod before looking away. You also had to acknowledge his contributions but you didn’t like him as much so that was the best you could do.

Minutes passed again before John grew more impatient by the second.

“No no no, this is a bad idea.” He started whispering to himself as he shook his head fervently.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight.” Bucky noted with a huff.

“Don’t patronize me.” You could see John getting fed up with Bucky. Walking towards the other end of the room from where Bucky was, John stood to look at the clock and you saw the determination in his eyes. “That’s it. I am going in.”

“Woah, back down mister. You’re being too rash.” Moving to the side to block his path, you held up a hand to stop him from moving.

“And you’re being too relaxed.” He seethed impatiently at your interception. As his hands laid on your shoulders to move you physically, Bucky immediately went to snatch his hand away.

You felt yourself being shifted backwards and towards Bucky before he took a step in front of you. Both men puffed up their chests in dominance and looked at each other with distaste.

“This is all really easy for you two, isn’t it?” John’s eyes moved to yours before landing back at Bucky. “All those serum and powers running through your veins…”

“Your partner needs backup in there. Are you really going to have Sam’s blood on your hands?” John enunciated each word of his last sentence strongly to pressure you.

In a matter of seconds, John looked at the opening Bucky gave when he came to protect you and went for it. He quickly made his way to where Sam and Karli were.

You saw the look of distraught and betrayal on Karli’s face before she lunged for John and knocked him and Sam over. She immediately made a run for it with Bucky hot on her trail. Helping Sam up, you two made your way to back Bucky up.

The big building was an unfamiliar maze and the three of you tried to find Karli’s location. Hearing the sounds of crashing and gunshots, you all tried your best to follow the sounds to the exact location.

When you arrived at the door, you opened it to see Zemo knocked out cold on the floor. John was already at the scene and Lemar just joined a few moments later. The little pieces of glass with unknown blue residues confirmed your suspicions on what they were.

Oh god.

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“I deal with the power broker when the time comes,” Karli reassured the two men were worried about fighting two wars with both the power broker and Sam’s group.

“And I know a way we can deal with Sam without getting involved in a direct fight.” Karli intended. Nico and Dovich exchanged a brief look before Dovich asked how they were able to do so.

“We separate them. And then we kill Captain America.” Karli’s intentions didn’t sit well with Nico but he maintained a neutral expression. Dovich sat on the thought for a moment and remembered about you

“Hey look, Sam’s group is an odd mix but I don’t think they mean any harm. Except for Zemo, of course.”

With furrowed brows, Karli indicated for Dovich to explain himself. Dovich decided to speak about the earlier encounter he had with the Avenger.

“I talked with Y/N prior and she promised that she didn’t want any bloodshed.” Karli scoffed at her friend’s words and shook her head in disbelief. How was Dovich so trustful of you?

“That’s what Sam said too. But guess how it turned out.” She retorted with her own example to show how your group couldn’t be trusted.

“She’s not like that. I believe her, she can be trusted.” Dovich insisted. Karli and Nico were curious as to why was their friend was pushing for you.

“What’s gotten into you, Dovich? Why are you defending her?”

“Karli, she saved my life back in Germany. Her actions then spoke louder given she only met us for the first time.”

“She’s still loyal to her group. She’s loyal to the Avengers.” Karli continued to put down Dovich’s vouch for you. He then decided to change his tactics.

“I think she can be convinced to join our group. Imagine if she stood on our side, we would be unstoppable.” Karli looked up in interest as she considered the possibility of you fighting for their cause. Indeed, with your powers, the Flag Smashers would become a force to be reckoned with.

“That’s impossible.” Karli tried to reason with the fact that you were still with the enemy and you wouldn’t be turned so easily. She knew of your history and how you were loyal to a fault for Bucky Barnes. Would you so easily leave your friends to join them?

“She empathises with our cause. She said so herself.” Dovich added in finality, hoping that Karli could be convinced.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

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Your head was spinning from earlier events and you came back to the common room once you had a quick shut-eye upstairs. You could hear Bucky and Sam bantering about the same old topic on Steve’s shield.

You also heard Bucky’s comments about Walker and shook your head in disbelief at how inherently frustrating the man was. What could have been a successful peace talk with Karli was ruined by his brashness to display his authority.

The door burst open behind you and you looked over to see John coming in with Lemar, demanding for all of you to turn Zemo in. Sam took charge of the situation and put John in his place, stating he had been nothing but a thwart in your plans.

John being the arrogant pick he was tried to size up Sam, mocking him by saying he could put down the shield to make it fair for the both of them. You were fuming with the blatant disrespect that John was showing.

Before you could take another step, a familiar spear swooped in and lodged itself in the pillar near John. The familiar sounds of metal clanging let you know who was arriving and you saw familiar Dora Milajae members walking into the room.

Understanding the Wakandan words that were being spoken, you knew the Dora Milajae were here for Zemo.

John being the arrogant prick that he was, was proud to introduce himself as Captain America. An awkward silence ensued when they didn’t return a response. Sam tried to help John out by advising him that he should be careful to step on the Dora Milajae’s toes.

Ignoring Sam’s words, John went on to tell the Dora Milajae that they had no jurisdictions it had little effect when Ayo refuted his claims. Seeing John scoff before taking a step towards Ayo to place his hand on her shoulder, you immediately winced once Ayo swiftly knocked John down in three moves.

The scene in front of you unfolded quickly as John were quick to fight against the Dora Milajae and Lemar even stepped in to help his partner out. Seeing how the two men were hopelessly struggling with the warriors caused you to cringe in embarrassment.

“We should do something,” Sam said as he had the same sentiments as you.

“Looking strong, John.” Bucky commentated sarcastically with his arms crossed as if he was fine with how things were.

“Bucky….” Sam said in a nagging tone, as if Bucky was a child who did not want to do his chores. You looked over to give him a nod to say that Bucky should indeed step in before John really gets pummelled.

“Ayo, let’s talk about this”. Bucky stepped forward to intervene. Looking to the side, you saw one of the Dora aiming to give Lemar a blow before Sam stepped in. She managed to knock Sam down onto the couch and you knew it was your chance to step up.

You refused to use your powers with the Doras so you held your hands up to negotiate with them.

“Spare him, please.” You pleaded on Lemar’s behalf. The Dora withheld her weapon as she looked over you, recognising you from your Wakandan days. She left you

A sound of metal dropping caught your attention as you saw Bucky’s arm falling limply on the ground. His astonished expression accompanied by pain at Ayo’s disarm of his arm also brought you a shock.

In the midst of the chaos, you found that Zemo had disappeared. Ayo went to open the bathroom door and checked the room. She stated that Zemo was gone.

Ayo stated that their business was finished here and they would take their leave first. You helped Lemar up before walking over to Bucky who picked up his vibranium arm in disbelief.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked and Bucky shook his head in response. You bit your lips as you weren’t sure what to say.

In an attempt to comfort him, you reached over to give his shoulder a squeeze. Bucky was glad that your previous enmity towards him seemed to be gone and your interactions seemed to be back to normal.

“They were not even super soldiers.” Hearing John’s dismay at his utter defeat, you almost felt bad for him. Sam gave him a once over as John stood up, acting he was fine before leaving with Lemar.

The three of you left couldn’t believe Zemo made his grand escape even with all of you in the room.

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The three of you were making your way out in search of Zemo until Sam received a call from his sister. Apparently, Karli called Sarah as a strong message to Sam. Karli threatened to involve Sam’s nephews if Sam didn’t do as she said.

Your head shook in disbelief, you believed Karli to be different. To hear that she was pulling such a tactic changed your initial opinion of her. Sam received a message to meet her alone but you and Bucky wouldn’t let him go in alone.

Once the three of you suited up, you all made your way to the location. Entering the open plaza in the building, Sam called for Karli and you saw her head popped into view. You all made your way to her level.

You let Sam approached her while Bucky and you put yourselves at the side. Sam called her out for trying to involve his family but Karli replied that she would never harm them. Her eyes moved to where you and Bucky stood, noting aloud that Sam didn’t come alone as intended.

Karli reiterated that she never wanted to hurt Sam and that he was just a tool in the regimes she vowed to destroy. Killing Sam would be meaningless to her.

“I was gonna ask you to join me. And maybe Y/N back there. Dovich has spoken highly of you.” Seeing your eyes widened in surprise at the offer, Karli smirked before continuing.

“You could do better than them. You would be welcomed and appreciated within our circle. I know of your loss, your grief with the rest of your original team gone. You can find purpose with us.” You stepped forward as if her words were drawing you in.

Sam and Bucky were at a sudden loss at your movement. They didn’t think you would even process Karli’s proposal and were curious to know what you were about to do.

“Karli, I resonate with your cause.” Your words took your friends by surprise. Were you really going to switch sides?

“But I don’t approve of what you did back at the depot. I thought better of you.” You expressed your stance on the matter. Karli scoffed before giving her reply. “Don’t give me that. I don’t need your approval.”

“Shedding blood is never an option for me.” You stood your ground firmly.

“Fine, I admit my mistake. If you join us, I will make sure there would not be lives cost.” Karli tried to coat her words in favour of you.

She knew that she would do whatever was necessary for her to achieve her goals and even if it were to pretend to pander to your moral values, she was willing to give it a try if it meant she could have you switch sides.

Seeing your conflicted dilemma, Karli egged on. “Is it because of him?” She nodded back to Bucky. You looked over your shoulder to see him equally You looked at her with a perplexed look before she smirked once more.

“I read up about you. You came into his defence when he was accused of a crime he didn’t commit. You revealed your powers publicly and that got you thrown into the raft. Ever since he has been pardoned, you had been with him all this time.” You didn’t know where Karli was going with this but her next sentence finally made you understood.

“This only means one thing. You like him, don’t you? He’s the one holding you back.”

“No! What are you talking about?” You spoke through gritted teeth at how she chose to play this out. How could she expose you like this? Your ears burned with embarrassment at the revelation that stunned both Sam and Bucky.

What was Karli implying exactly? Bucky looked over to see you visibly shaking in anger and he was taken aback by how Karli’s words affected you.

“Even now, I see the way you are looking at him. At how angry you are now? You mad that your secret crush is out in the open?” You looked up to see Karli’s smug face and you controlled your energy from bursting through your hands.

“Stop your bullshit. Don’t act like you know me!”

“Please, I am letting you know that he is not worth it. You would do so much better for yourself if you join our cause.” Karli retorted and you hated how she acted like she knew what was best for you when she barely knew her.

Sam always had an inkling that there could be more from your relationship with Bucky but he kept silent on the matter out of respect. He knew that it was best to leave you figuring things out on your own.

He recalled how he had caught you and Bucky in an intimate moment back in the club at Madripoor and figured you two were more than it seemed on a friendship level.

Seeing Karli use such an approach to almost taunting you in the context of persuasion didn’t sit well with him. His inner big brother wanted to come out to defend you.

Meanwhile, Bucky was appalled to learn of everything from your exchange with Karli. Was it possible that you had liked him all this while?

When he talked to you about Madripoor earlier, he remembered your pained expression when he tried to void what happened between the two of you.

Was it because you were hurt by his denial? He must have sounded like the world’s biggest jerk. If you really liked him, he would imagine you being heartbroken from what he had said.

“He is worth everything.” Your very statement made Bucky looked back up in shock. No way would he ever thought you would like him in that way. He thought you were just being the kind-hearted and empathetic person that you always are to follow a guy like him.

Quick flashbacks came to him as he realized that you had always been by his side from breaking free of HYDRA to being on the run, following the Avengers civil war, his time in Wakanda, the fight with Thanos, Steve's leaving, his pardon after the Blip and up to now.

It dawned upon Bucky that he had taken you for granted. If you were gone right now, he could only imagine that he would possibly go the deep end.

“He is the most important person in my life and you don’t get to talk about him like that when you don’t even know him.” You asserted with renewed confidence. You figured while this situation wasn't ideal, it was the moment you had to tell your truth.

Looking back, you met Bucky with a small smile.

Bucky’s heart soared at what you had just said. To be regarded as your most important person was the thing that he never knew he needed.

You knew that your words inadvertently had answered the pressing question on Bucky’s mind. Karli knew she had failed to get to you after the answer and decided to lose her shot with you.

You hear Sam picking up something on his comms, stating that it was Walker. Karli was alerted and decided to make a move first. Bucky immediately jumped off as soon as he saw Karli doing the same.

You lifted yourself off and saw Sam knocking Karli over before he turned to Bucky, telling him that he would send him the location. You didn’t have time to say anything to Bucky, he only gave you a look of understanding before you both knew that there were more pressing matters at hand.

Sam nodded to you before you did the same and you followed him as he took off.

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You sent a blast towards the glass ceiling before you and Sam landed in the building. A crash was heard next when you recognised Dovich to be the one that was crashing. You looked to see John walking into view and your mind scrambled to analyse what was going on.

Dovich went ahead to use a metal pipe against John, but John pushed back and even bent the pipe into half like a rubber hose.

“Oh shit,” Dovich uttered before John sent him flying to where you stood. As Dovich looked up at you, you eyed him to go and heard Sam speak up.

“What did you do?” John didn’t answer the question and informed that the Flag Smashers had Lemar. Growing a soft spot despite your brief interaction, your heart dropped when you realised that Lemar was in danger.

John went ahead first before Sam followed behind. You placed your hand on Sam’s arm to pause for a moment, looking at Sam anxiously.

“Sam, I think he took one of the serums.” He nodded grimly at your words, indicating that he shared the thought too.

The two of you followed John where you were all ambushed by a member of the Flag Smashers. All of you tried to fend yourselves and you soon see Bucky joining the scene.

You were met face to face with Dovich. You gave him a look that said you were reluctant but had no choice to fight him.

He took you on and you tried your best to avoid his quick moves. You shot multiple non-fatal blasts at him to knock him over. He was doing his best to keep up with the speed at which you were throwing your blasts.

In the next split second, you sent two direct blasts to his chest that knocked the wind out of his chest. The following moment, you heard a loud collision and you looked to see Lemar crashed against a stone pillar.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you realised what had just happened. Lemar’s head fell slightly as you saw him lost consciousness. John immediately walked over to his partner and repeatedly tap him to wake him up.

You swallowed heavily as seconds passed and Lemar had no reaction. John called Lemar’s name over and over to no avail. You see John looking back his shoulder and directing his line of sight on you.

“Do something!” He cried out to you. You were at a loss for words as you didn’t know what he wanted you to do. You looked over to see Sam and Bucky equally stunned at what had occurred.

“I read your file. You brought someone back to life before!” You knew what John was referring to but you didn’t know if it could even work.

“I can’t, my powers don’t work like that-” Your powers came from your life force so you were able to transfer it to someone to regain theirs. However, you only did it once and it was because someone was dying of hypothermia. It was a different situation from Lemar’s.

“Please! I’m begging you! He’s everything to me!” John’s desperate plea touched you, knowing that he had said similar words to what you had said before about Bucky. You understood his plight and made quick steps to where he was.

Everyone looked upon the scene as you crouched down to your knees. You gave John a wary look before you brought your hands to Lemar who was lying in John’s arms.

Summoning your energy into your palms, you placed them on Lemar’s chest as if you were using a defibrillator. You pumped several sets of energy into Lemar while John patted him for a reaction.

When Lemar still showed no signs of life, the look of defeat on John’s face broke your heart. Tears start welling in your eyes as you looked at Lemar’s lifeless body. You saw Karli and her group starting to make a run for it.

Sam and Bucky made a chase for her immediately. John handed Lemar over to you before he sprinted for the window in front of you.

You could see the look of vengeance on his face and knew it didn’t bode well. You gently laid Lemar on the ground before waving your hand with your energy flames and placed it on where his heart was.

Rest in peace.

Your energy flames dissipated into his uniform and you stood up to follow behind John. You managed to catch him chasing after one of the Flag Smashers ahead of you. He was throwing his shield with brute force to knock the guy on his feet. You saw how the man was pleading for his life, claiming that he was not the one who killed Lemar.

John placed a foot to hold the man who was flailing his arms desperately. In a blink of an eye, he brought down the very shield that was used to protect people onto the man.

“NOOOOOOO!” You cried out in an attempt for John to stop his actions but it was too late.

Your eyes widened in unbelievable shock at what just transpired. When John lifted up the shield, you saw the blood that stained the legacy of the shield- Steve’s legacy.

You turned to see that a crowd was formed and people held out their phones to record what had happened. It didn’t sit well with you to know that in a matter of seconds, the whole world would also be watching this horrific scene too.

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MY FAV STAR WARS COUPLE DYNAMICS:

(for the sake of this post let's all just pretend no one dies, ok?)

Anakin - Padme: their relationship started with pure drama and really bad, corny pick up lines and it just goes on that way. Even when they are happily exiled on Naboo with their children and everyone knows about them, whenever they talk about their love or tell the story to Luke and Leia it's always with the tones of a 'larger than life situation'. Obviously Anakin is the drama queen who really pushes it (and is still salty he had to give up his title as Jedi Master) but Padme fell for him when he did the whole whiny speech about sand and married him, she secretly supports this s***t! 😝

Han - Leia: bickering is their love language. Screaming to impose supremacy is their flirting. The thing is, they never bicker for serious stuff, because they actually agree on what matters and get along as a couple, it's the principle of things! Sometimes a friend of Ben overhears them and goes 😱 "I'm really sorry for intruding on this, pal. Will your parents be alright?" And Ben with the calmest expression will answer "They literally do this all the time". It's the silence that's worriesome. When Leia is just too tired to keep fighting after hours of doing so with politicians, when Han doesn't bother to stay to face the argument and just hops on the Falcon again, THAT'S when they realise they are falling out. So they push duty and lust for adventure aside to go back spending quality time together and patching things up. Sure enough, the bickering starts again and Ben is like "😌 aaah everything is fine again".

Din - Luke: they are the picture perfect couple. They literally never argue, at best they poke eachother when one of the two does something the other doesn't entirely agree on. They have each other's back in any instance, support every choice and are there for backup when others want a fight or have something to say either on Din's leadership or Luke's approach to the Jedi code and teachings. It took them forever to actually get together because they acted like shy teenagers on their first crush and Leia, Han and Cara had to practically push them into each other's arms, but once they got there they were solid a couple as a rock. Others look at them and think they are either disgustingly mushy or still in a 'honeymoon face', because NO ONE has such a stress-free marriage. Din and Luke truly don't get what the fuss and all the drama's about. So even though they end up practically parenting the space version of the kids from 'Cheaper by the dozen' they act like parental figures to their friends as well. Life as Manda'lor and the Reviver of the Jedi order can be hell, but together they are just balanced like that and can face everything! They even create a new co-op fighting style for Jedi/Mandalorians that becomes the terror and amazement of the Galaxy for centuries to come!😌😏💪

Kannan - Hera: very similar to Dinluke except they do at times have some small moments of tension because Hera is a fighter to the core and Kannan can't help but wonder if the battle will ever truly end. But his queen's passion and resolve is so bright and steeled that he can't help but fall in love a little more every time and follow, knowing it's the right thing to do. They have an example to set for their son, after all. Kannan will absolutely love Jacen and will introduce Ezra to his son (once Sabine and Ashoka bring him back) as his older brother. Much like when he trained Ezra or faced Sabine, Kannan will sometimes doubt himself and wonder if he's acting like a good parent to Jacen. Hera will smile and reassure him, describing to him the bright and happy smile on their son's face or how Jecen's nose scrunches and his long, greenish ears wiggle in delight whenever Kannan plays with him or cuddles him. As Hera says so, Kannan holds her and feels like he can actually see it too.

Sabine - Ezra: After Ezra is brought back to his family from wherever or whatever happened to him after facing Thrawn, both of them will just indulge in sudden hugs or touches to make sure the other is actually there. Of course, they first think of their bond as a solid friendship and camaraderie, because that's what it was when they left off. The extra touching is just the response to being apart for so long and being worried for each other. But then Sabine notices that Ezra actually looks really good with long hair and the scruffy beard he grew out. She catches herself thinking of how warm and safe if feels in his arms and mentally kicks herself because she's a Mandalorian, all she should need is a loaded blaster to feel safe. Ezra, on the other hand, starts playing with Sabine's hair when complimenting her new dye and suddenly finds himself cupping her face like it's the most natural thing in the world. Long story short, they fall for eachother hard and become the prototype of the couple "my boyfriend/girlfriend is my best friend". When they are comfortable with their new status, Ezra goes back flirting dorkishly with her like he did all those years back when they first met and Sabine will tease him by shooting his advances down.

Ashoka - Bo Katan: joke's on Bo-katan for cringing back in the day at her sister's relationship with a Jedi. She thought destiny or the force or whatever was really messing with her when she realized that her rival and pupil, Din Djarin, the new leader of Mandalorians was also falling helplessly in love with a Jedi (Obi-Wan's student nonetheless). When she hears Sabine Wren and her Jedi boy also got together she stops questioning it. The thing is that she herself has been inexplicably, undeniably charmed and hooked to a Jedi for years now. The very same Jedi she had teased didn't have enough booty, what felt like a lifetime prior. But she's Bo-Katan, she can be in angry denial about anything. Ashoka, on the other hand, has seen and has been conditioned too much on what attachment does to a Jedi, even if she doesn't consider herself one anymore. So, even if the chemistry between them and the long lingering stares are real, their love is always kept a quiet, unspoken thing. Whenever they call eachother "my old friend" they know they actually mean more, but leave it at that. Everyone around them can't help wondering 'are they a thing or...?!' but they never feed the theories and gossip. They know what they are and mean for each other when they are alone in the same room, talking about the past or what must be done in the future and Ashoka's mere presence is enough to cool down the ever-present burning rage inside of Bo. Meanwhile, the other can't help but admire how single minded and devoted to her people and culture the Mandalorian princess is, how she never gave up on them, despite everything. They smile softly at each other, then one of them breaks the spell by leaving. They go back to their own business and life untill destiny or the force or whatever brings them back into eachother's orbit.

Revan - Carth: normally they act very much like Leia and Han with the bickering and teasing bit but then Revan has one of her memories returning or is haunted by how she basically condemned her lifelong best friend Malak to a terrible death and Carth instantly does a 180° shift becoming the most caring, comforting and tender partner. She'll hide into his chest until the crisis in over. Sometimes it can go on for days and Revan is oh, so grateful of how patient and good Carth is to her. Then, at times, Carth is the one burying his head in her chest and she's the one doing the tender, hair strokes. Carth needs a lot of reassuring and might get upset and fret over even what appears to be a trivial thing. He's trying to heal and get better but the long, long years of solitude, hurt and paranoia are hard to iron down. Expecially when Carth seems to have an instinct that puts a Jedi to shame, foreseeing a crisis neither she nor Bastila had picked up. But he is making an effort to improve and she's proud of him, even as he tries very clumsily to patch things up with his son Dustil. She doesn't really step in that matter more than she has to, since Dustil is clearly not happy nor comfortable with the idea of them being together yet. Carth will sometimes open his heart to her and say something deeply meaningful on how he wants her to stay ( when she looks particularly haunted and about to leave without a work of warning) and be happy but does so with such awkward word choices that Revan just cannot refrain from laughing at his face and making puns. It's at this point that the back and forth teasing resumes. There is no denying they are still deeply wounded individuals and they are at their best when their friends are there to lighten the mood and show love to the both of them. Because they could easily go down the path of drama like Anakin and Padme but they choose the Ebon Hawk crew shenanigans instead.

Obi Wan - Satine: their love is stored in the memory of that glorious time they spent together in their youth. A moment in which no responsibility or sense of honor could keep them from giving in to that feeling of want and need for each other. It's a love that never truly went away, never left space for anyone else, but it never fully grew and bloomed either. So years down the line, that's what it is for Obi-Wan, a pleasant memory. He would never change how things went afterwards, but he wouldn't give up those memories and feelings for anything in the world. Satine feels the same, mostly. There are nights that she falls asleep wondering what could have been if only she had talked up at the decisive moment and dreams of a life spent together with Obi-Wan. But when she wakes up, she sobers up and goes back to her things. It's when she looks at her Korkie smile and notices how resembling to his secret father he is that she is truly at peace. She managed to keep a peace of Obi-Wan in her life.

Cal - Merrin: I have no idea for this one, but just stop and consider the possible 'nightsisters babies' though! Wouldn't they be the cutest things ever?! 😀

Sorry Cara Dune, you just haven't met the woman of your life yet. 😔

Also, I kinda like Zeb and Callus too but I don't really ship them enough to add them here, you know? Anyway I'm sure they make a lovely couple.

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dog-teeth · 4 years

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9 weeks post op update below!! :)

no pics this time sorry y’all, i’ll post some close-ups soon, but i posted some selfies recently so you can see my chest if you scroll down a lil.

so, now that i’m over two months post op, i have my full range of mobility back and got the ok to start working out again, which is very huge! i started running again a week or two ago (but have been having a hard time getting back into the routine since ive been depressed n out of it generally) and for the past two days i’ve been doing light workouts, the same things i’d do pre-op just a lot less reps since i’m really really out of practice. feels like all my training completely vanished after two months of no exercise D:

my incisions have fully healed into scars, i take care of them with lots of massaging and applying silicone cream (biocorneum). at my recent post-op my doctor emphasized massaging the scars very deeply to reduce the scar tissue, so i’ve stared doing it with more pressure than i had been using before. my chest skin has been very dry (colorado in the winter will already dry tf out of your skin but it’s been worse on my chest since surgery) so i use a mix of moisturizer and castor oil on it, the same thing that i use on my sensitive-skin face.

i’m still waiting for some pigmentation to return to my nipples, the areolas are almost all back to brown (thank god) but a little patchy in places, and the nipples are still pink. it can take months for the pigmentation to fully return but i’m glad i’m well on my way there. i still keep a thin layer of aquaphor on them even though it’s not as essential as it was when they were first scabbing over after surgery, i just want to keep the skin as moisturized and healthy as possible.

overall, i’m absolutely through the difficult parts of healing. i’m super super happy with my results, there are some imperfections (as there are with everyones), but they’re small and i genuinely don’t care, overall my chest looks amazing, i love the scar shapes and nipple placement and, most of all, how FLAT my chest is! i’ve been hanging out shirtless a bunch and wearing really really cool cute outfits i never would have been able to wear pre-op and pre-T, so i’m super happy with myself and my body.

i’ve never felt so good about gender before in my life (obviously). i had no idea how badly i needed to medically transition until it happened. some of you may know i started T rather impulsively in september 2019, and had been super unsure of myself and my decision to take hrt. but now i absolutely cannot imagine my life without it and i’m so so thankful i took the leap. top surgery was a much more intensive process to make happen, and the 3-month wait between getting my date set and having surgery were absolutely hellish and miserable. i was extremely terrified of surgery, having never been through a big medical operation before. the process of deciding i wanted surgery and making it happen took about two years, and i’m infinitely grateful that it’s over now.

i had no idea it was possible to feel so good about myself. i could never imagine feeling like this before medically transitioning. i didn’t realize how heavy the weight was until it was lifted. my physical body dysphoria has never been super bad, i was dysphoric over how people saw me but not over my body itself, so the idea of changing my body permanently was scary since i was unsure if it would truly make me happy. i knew i wished i had a flat chest and was more androgynous but i didn’t know if i wanted to follow through medically to make that happen. whew, i had no idea! i am incredibly lucky and grateful and proud of myself. i love being myself and having a body and a gender. its wild!!!

#ez says #top surgery

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wiypt-writes · 4 years

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch 1. Back Into The Field

Intro: Picking up a few months on from the events of Stark Spangled Man, Katie finds herself on desk bound duty following a disciplinary for ignoring Fury’s orders. But when she’s finally released, and disaster strikes on the first mission she’s run in months, she kinda wishes she’d stayed there.

Warnings: Bad language, mentions of blood, injury, angst and a minor character death.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Katie Stark

A/N: So here we go. A relaunch of SSB thanks to my other blog being flagged. For those of you who are new, welcome! I hope you enjoy. And to all you current Stark Spangled Readers, welcome back, You might spot a few subtle differences as we go through, as things I’m not happy with have been rewritten but don’t worry, nothing will impact the mine lines in the hot mess that is Stark and Rogers.

As always, please leave your comments or send me messages, asks, anything. I love you all!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

March 2013.

Any doctor would cry if they visited SHIELD; the caffeine and alcohol intake of pretty much every worker there would way exceed a dose construed to be healthy. Mind you, if you asked any agent whether they’d give up coffee or alcohol, they’d say alcohol in a heartbeat.

Well, most of them.

Katie couldn’t imagine surviving without an ice cold beer on a hot summer’s day, but she also didn’t function until she had her morning cup of Joe. It was a tough choice to make.

Not today though, she needed coffee. And lots of it. After ‘going rogue’ to chase the Mandarin with her brother, month’s later Fury was still pissed and as such was basically giving her the most boring thing he could think of- working through piles of mission reports to analyse and cross reference with others to pick up on common threads .To be honest, she didn’t mind it too much. After the excitement of the festive period she had welcomed a relatively quiet return to work, and didn’t particularly give a shit what Fury thought about her either.

She circling a part of the hard copy of the report she was working on with highlighter pen, before glancing back at her computer screen to cut and paste it into the Scrapbook App she used to trace trends with, letting out a groan. Who was she kidding? Desk duty sucked ass.

*****

Steve’s morning wasn’t going much better.

Whilst he wasn’t desk bound, after a particularly gruelling Ops Training session during which one of the newest kids suffered a broken nose after colliding painfully with a stray shock baton, he was almost wishing he was. Following a quick debrief, he checked his schedule on his phone and found he was free now for the rest of the day so he showered and headed up to find Katie. He found her in her office, paper in her hand as she stared at her computer screen, eyes narrowed. Steve watched her for a moment, taking in the way her nose crinkled as she read something, her bottom lip being dragged under her top teeth as she continued her work, completely unaware he was there. With a groan she dropped the notes she’d been holding to the desk and ran her hand through her dark hair.

Steve felt he was interrupting something, even though he knew he wasn’t, but he also didn’t want to appear like he’d been watching her either, which he totally had. So he gave a little cough and, as she turned round, her pretty face cracking into a smile which he returned.

“Hey! How was training?”

“Don’t ask.” He let out a snort.

“That bad huh?”

“In a fashion.” He nodded, leaning on the door frame. “You had lunch?”

“Nope.”

“Wanna come get some?”

She nodded instantly “God yes. Can we get FroYo after?”

“Yeah but don’t let me pile it with all that crap this time!” he shot her his best playfully disapproving look as he remembered his first trip the Frozen Yoghurt stall. He had loaded his with all sorts of different things and the result had been beyond foul.

Katie gave a laugh and picked up her jacket, shrugging it on. Standing up straight, he moved to allow her to step through the door and followed her to the elevator.

“Stick to chocolate chip, mint and cookie dough.” She said, stepping into it. “Trust me.”

They strode across the foyer and into the early spring sun. Katie pulled her jacket tighter around herself as they crossed the street, shivering a little in the cool breeze.

“How are you just wearing a shirt?” she looked at Steve as he fell into step besides her, making sure he was on the side nearest the road. He noticed that she’d long since given up chiding him on this old fashioned habit after he had revealed it was something he used to do for his mom too, and Bucky’s younger sister. In fact, today, he swore he saw something that looked like a soft smile flicker on her lips when he positioned himself on her left, but as quick as he noticed it, it was gone.

“It’s not too bad.” He grinned. “I’ve been through worse.” He opened the door to the Deli for her and followed her in as they took their place in the queue. After a moment or two he became aware that she was looking at him.

“What?” he asked, turning to her exasperatedly. Katie couldn’t help but grin, she enjoyed winding the usually mild mannered man up

“I’m trying to imagine how you would look with a beard. And with shorter hair.” she mused, causing the Captain to roll his eyes.

“Not gonna happen.”

“What the hair cut or the beard?”

“Neither.”

“Spoil sport.”

“Captain America doesn’t have a beard.” he shook his head.

“No but, Steve Rogers could…”

She was impossible, but Steve couldn’t help but want to laugh. This playfulness was the thing that he enjoyed the most, how she could just treat him like any other punk she knew.

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re exhausting?” he rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his face as she stepped forward in the queue.

“Yeah, you.” she spun round to face him, grinning “Several times. But you still come back for more.”

“Well I have the distinct impression if I didn’t you’d hunt me down anyway”

They ordered and ate their lunch, Steve filling her in on the ops drill and after Fro-Yo they made arrangements to slob out that evening at his with a film. They walked back to the Triskellion where Katie headed back to her office to continue sifting through the Mount Everest of reports she had to do. As with anything, once she got the bit between her teeth, she completely zoned out. It was only when she heard a gabble of voices all bidding each other goodbye that she looked up from her work. It was dark outside, and past six.

“Shit.” she groaned as the realisation washed over her. She was supposed to be at Steve’s for half past. She clicked to save her work whilst calling him at the same time, phone sandwiched between her cheek and shoulder.

“So…I’m running late.” She apologised the instant he answered. He chuckled.

“I thought that you said the one good thing about being confined to desk duties was that you set the hours.”

“Yeah, well I got caught up in something, but I’m leaving now. Do you want me to grab pizza on the way?”

“Sounds good, not Chicago Style though. I’m hankering for a proper piece of pie.”

“God you’re such a New Yorker.” She rolled her eyes.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” His voice took on a mock hurt tone and she could imagine him pouting on the other end of the phone.

“Hmmm, I’m undecided. Right, I’m leaving now. See you soon.”

“Drive safe.”

“What are you my dad?” she snorted at his stern instruction.

“Old enough to be.” he shot back.

“Touche.” she sniggered, cutting the call

*******

“Boring New York style for Mr S Rogers…” she spoke into the intercom at the main door to Steve’s apartment complex and he buzzed her in. By the time she’d climbed the stairs to his floor he was waiting, leaning on the door frame.

“Bout time.” He muttered, taking the boxes off her “Was about to send a search party.”

“Mario’s was packed.” Katie said, kicking off her sneakers and heading straight through to his kitchen to grab a beer out of his fridge without waiting for him to offer, knowing he wouldn’t. He didn’t need to.

Steve headed into the living room, depositing the thee boxes on the coffee table before he sank onto the couch and reached straight in for one of the pepperoni slices. A few moments later Katie flopped down next to him, handing him a beer.

“What we ticking off the list tonight?” she asked.

“A Few Good Men.” he said, nodding at the TV where he had queued the movie up ready.

“Wait, did you manage to navigate that Android box all by yourself?” She looked at him and he sighed.

“I’m not completely useless ya know.”

“Jury’s out.” she teased, curling her legs up onto the sofa next to her.

They watched the movie. Steve got most of the references within it. He chuckled in the right places, and laughed out loud when Katie was unable to stop herself uttering the immortal line You can’t handle the truth. When the credits began to roll, Katie unfolded herself from where she had been sat and they launched into Steve’s favourite part of Movie Nights- the post film analysis.

“Who was the guy who played the colonel, Jessup?” he looked at her.

“Jack Nicholson. Amazing actor. He’s in a few on your list.”

“He was good. And I know he was supposed to be the good guy so to speak but Kaffee annoyed me a little. He was so arrogant.”

“He reminds me of Tony” Katie sniggered.

“Well, I didn’t want to say anything” Steve gave a little smirk and Katie shrugged.

“I get what you mean though. He is an ass, and it pisses me off a little the romance angle they take with him and Galloway. I mean, she’s portrayed as this strong woman, in the male dominated military woman and they still have to go there.”

“It does seem to be a tried and tested format.” Steve nodded, leaning back against the cushions on his couch “Boy meets girl, boy likes girl, boy wins girl over…even the movies I saw back in before I took a sub-zero nap were the same.”

“I suppose it appeals to the hopeless romantic in all of us.” Katie shrugged.

They continued to chat for a bit longer until Katie glanced at her watch, and seeing the time, decided to call it a night. Steve walked her down to her car, he always did without fail, another thing she had given up chiding him for and when he came back upstairs and got in the shower, he found himself straying back to the first time he had seen her, the minute she had stepped into the light in the boxing gym and he’d found himself looking into the greenest eyes he had ever seen in his life.

The more he stood there in the stream of hot water, thinking about her, the more he started to feel something…well…different. And he couldn’t put his finger on it. Was it that he found her attractive? Well of course he did. To be honest, he reckoned you’d have to be blind not to. And if he was totally honest, since he’d seen her the first time in that little boxing gym in New York he had noticed how pretty she was. She had the figure of the stars of his time. Hour glass waist, brunette hair, shapely ass and legs and quite large breasts considering she was so slim. But what did it for him were her eyes. Deep, sparkling emeralds that he could lose himself in quite happily. And that smile, that fucking smile that could make him stop in his tracks when she flashed it.

But it was more than just that, she was…well…just Katie.

It was strange, really, she reminded him so much of Peggy in some ways, but in others she was so different. Both were vivacious, smart, strong willed and beautiful. But where Peggy had been harsh, after a military upbringing, Katie had a softer edge to her. She was still ferocious at times, but she was a people person, and somehow knew exactly how to explain and understand what he was trying to say even when he struggled to himself. She made him feel at ease. With that in mind it wasn’t surprising they had grown so close. He could trust her and knew that she would do anything for him because she was a good person. And she made it so easy to be around, he didn’t feel a shred of awkwardness around her.

He hadn’t thought he’d ever find himself a friend he could be as honest and open with again, one he would happily lay his life on the line for, not just out of a sense of duty but out of a sense of love and friendship.

Who you trying to kid, Rogers?

He knew his feelings went deeper than that. All those times he’d felt irritation at other men looking at her or touching her, all those times he’d looked at her and just wanted to smile because she was just her… the fear he had felt when he had known she was off chasing the Mandarin and he wasn’t able to help…none of that was anything to do with mere friendship.

He leaned his forehead against the tiles of the shower cubicle and groaned. He was crushing on his best friend.

He was so fucked. *******

Katie’s desk arrest didn’t last much longer. Two weeks later she was catapulted back into the field, on what was supposed to be a simple op, simple by SHIELD standards, anyway. They had a request from the Cuban government – all very hush, hush, of course –to take down a drug lord who ran a cartel SHIELD had tangled with last year.

Katie, in her role as Mission Analyst, read the files and all the intel, pulled together a briefing and delivered it, answering questions that came her way from the team and then handed over to Steve when it was his turn to take the floor. He started issuing out his orders, and informed everyone that the three newest recruits would be joining them as it would be a fairly straight forward op to ease them into.

And it had been, for the most part, until one of those new recruits, Jack Adams, had frozen mid fire fight and as a consequence he’d taken three bullets to the chest. Which shouldn’t have been an issue given the armour they all wore. But when the man failed to get up, Katie knew there was something very, very wrong.

“Adams is down!” she loudly spoke into her radio as she took aim at the hostile responsible. As soon as she was sure the round she had let off had hit her target, she broke cover to get to Adams, as she was closest to him. She skidded to the floor, pressing her hand to his chest and her other reached to his face, turning it to look at her.

“I got you, Adams, look at me.” she urged gently, her hand warm, wet and slick with the young man’s blood. Steve dropped besides her and she turned to face him.

“Armour piercing rounds.” She shook her head. “Steve, I can’t stop the bleeding.” Her tone left the Captain in no doubt as to how worried she was and he looked around frantically for help.

“Medic, NOW! We need emergency evac…”

“Stay with us, Jack.” Katie reached into her belt and retrieved a tab of morphine as he young man’s hand gripped her other whilst she administered the pain relief.

“Son, you’re gonna be fine.” Steve spoke and Adams’ horrified eyes turned to Steve. The soldier swallowed, fighting to keep his face calm. He’d seen that expression so many times on the battle field, the one that told him the man who lay injured knew he was injured beyond repair, that there was nothing to be done for him. But this was now seventy years into the future, medical science had worked so many wonders since then, they had to be able to do something, right?

“RUMLOW WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT MEDIC?” Katie screamed, her tone frantic.

“Still got hostiles on us!” Rumlow replied over the coms. “Evans has taken four down but they’re approaching from the right! We need to cover the medics in and now you’re down there…”

Steve instantly looked round before he looked back at Katie “We’ll have to take him ourselves”

She bit her lip, looking at the young man, then up to Steve again. Everything in their training told them not to move casualties, but Steve knew if they stayed here he was going to bleed out. Katie seemed to come to the same conclusion and she nodded.

“Alright. Brock, we’re coming to you. Have the medics prep the bay on the jet.. Evans, we need top cover.”

“Roger, Cap…”

“Jack, we’re gonna move you now.” Katie looked at him, her voice calm and level as besides her, Steve moved to take the injured man into a lift over his shoulder. Once he had him positioned, he gave a small jerk of his head and Katie picked up his shield in one hand, and her pistol in the other as they broke cover, sprinting across the front of the industrial yard towards the jet. In the corner of his eye, Steve spotted two hostiles moving but before he could shout a warning, Katie had fired off two shots, the thumps and lack of returning fire meaning each bullet had hit its target. Soon they were joined by Rumlow and Rollins who flanked them up the ramp where Katie dropped Steve’s shield to the floor with a clang and offered her hand back to Adams as Steve placed him gently on the stretcher.

“It’s gonna be ok.” Katie soothed him as the medics bustled around, her eyes glancing up every so often to watch what they were doing.

“Can you tell my mom I love her and, and my dad.” Adams was mumbling now and Katie shook her head.

“You can tell them yourself.” She told him fiercely. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

“We’re locked down outside, local authorities are handling it now.” Rumlow informed Steve who had stepped back from where Katie was knelt by the injured man. “How is he?”

Steve turned to Rumlow, shaking his head sadly. “Not good. He lost a lot of blood.”

At that point Katie suddenly drew back slightly, looking at the hand held in hers, before she glanced at the medic who was sadly shaking his head. Katie’s shoulders slumped as her eyes closed, face screwing up into a pained expression and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger as he realised that the young man had lost his final fight.

“Shit.” Rumlow muttered.

“Radio base” Steve turned to Rumlow his voice soft “Let’s get him home.”

*******

Writing mission reports wasn’t Katie’s favourite thing to do, but this one was awful. So she’d treated it like ripping off a band aid, and after a horrific night’s sleep, she’d been at the Triskelion early to get it done. As a result it was little after ten am, she was done for the day and was about to head home until she heard a familiar voice.

“Eat me…eat me…” The voice was accompanied by a bag from her favourite bakery, which was hovering in the space between the door to the office and the frame, before Clint Barton’s head poked round the side, a grin plastered on his face.

“Hey!” She beamed at her friend as he dropped a cup holder containing two coffees and the bag onto her desk before taking a seat, scooting the wheeled chair over the floor towards her.

“Heard you had a rough time of it yesterday so I brought donuts and almond croissants. And coffee.”

“Hawkeye, you are a godsend.” Katie smiled, taking a large drink and leaning back, closing her eyes.

“That the first time you’ve lost a man on a mission?” Clint asked.

“Other than Coulson.” she shrugged. “Shit, Adams was twenty-three Clint. He had his whole life ahead of him.”

Clint watched as she rubbed at her temple before reaching into the bag and pulling out an almond croissant. She couldn’t remember when she had last eaten, it must have at least been before the mission.

“How’s Cap taken it?”

“On the outside he seems okay, but I know he blames himself. Keeps saying he shouldn’t have taken him.” Katie shrugged “He’s gone with Fury to see Adams’ parents. Rather him than me.”

“This job is hard.” Clint said after a moment or two pause. “We fight to keep everyone safe, but y’know, sometimes not everyone makes it. Thing is, if we can’t find a way to deal with that, then maybe next time no one gets saved at all.”

“You mean like Collateral damage?” she snorted, shaking her head.

“No, I mean that everyone one of us that are out in the field know the risks Nova, hell last year 7 of us took on a horde of Aliens in New York. For hours we fought them, and did any of us give a second thought to our own safety? No, because that’s what we do.”

His words made sense. She knew they did, but that didn’t stop the feeling in her stomach that if she had done her research more, maybe she could have spotted something that would have told them about the armour piercing rounds.

*******

Adams’ parents already knew he was dead. Fury had the local authorities call ahead, common practice now, but still, Steve found himself sat on their couch, talking, informing them all about their son’s last moments. They hadn’t shouted, hadn’t screamed or blamed him. Instead, they’d thanked him for what he had done and for bringing him back so they could hold a proper burial.

By the time he got back to base, he was exhausted.

“Here.” Fury handed him a glass of scotch from the bottle he had pulled out of his desk. Steve took it, dropping onto one of the sofas at the side of the large office, Fury settling into the other. Steve knew the drink couldn’t get him drunk, but he liked the momentary buzz he got that lasted all of sixty seconds post sip, and the comforting burn it gave when he swallowed.

The pair of them sat in silence for a few moments before Fury sat forward, his eye fixed on Steve.

“Ever done that before, a death message?” he asked.

“Can’t say I have. Wasn’t really my job back in the day.” Steve shrugged, undoing his tie and popping the top button of his dress shirt.

“Worst part of the job. Doesn’t matter how many times you do it, never gets any easier.” Fury ran his hand over his face, and it struck Steve how tired his boss actually looked.

“Yeah, it isn’t exactly up there with my favourite thing to do.” Steve rolled his tie up and shoved it into the pocket of his old Army uniform pants.

“How’s Nova?” Fury asked.

“She’s upset.” Steve sighed “But she’s strong, she’ll be okay. I’m gonna head over and see how she is later.”

“You two spend a lot of time together outside of work.” Fury commented, innocently enough but there was something in his tone, something that was almost good natured accusation.

“Not a problem is it, Sir?” Steve asked, keeping his face straight.

“No, not at all.” Fury said “Why do you think I partnered you up in the first place? She’s a people person…”

“She’s a good friend.” Steve nodded “We get on.”

“Glad to hear it.” Fury nodded. There was another moment’s pause before he spoke again. “There’s going to be a debrief with the Secretary of Defense tomorrow.”

Steve sighed “If they’re looking to blame someone, the buck stops with me. I should never have taken the kid.”

“Bullshit.” Fury said simply “I’ve read the reports. From what they say, he just froze.”

“He wasn’t experienced enough.”

“Taking risks is part of this job. It’s a dangerous gig.” Fury held his gaze. “It was a straight forward in and out job Captain. What happened was an accident. A tragic one, but an accident none the less. From the reports, neither you nor Stark could have done any more to save his life.”

Steve shrugged, the words were kind but didn’t help him feel any better.

Three glasses of scotch later, Steve shook the director’s hand and left the office, pulling out his phone. He didn’t want to appear like he was checking up on Katie, so he pinged her a text, dressing it up like it was him who needed to see her, which wasn’t a complete lie. He did. He was craving the normality she gave him.

Can I come over? I could do with seeing a friendly face

He read it a few times, before deciding it was casual enough before he sent it. The reply was almost instantaneous.

My door is always open for you. And I made Mac and Cheese. Plenty left.

He couldn’t help but smile. One of the best things about this new life was the food, and her Mac and Cheese was frankly his favourite thing to eat on the planet.

He changed into a pair of sweats and a hoody, hastily making his way to Katie’s penthouse and the smile she gave him when he walked into her place instantly made him feel at ease.

“Hey.” she crossed the space towards him and gave him a hug which he happily melted into, a hug they both needed.

“How did it go?” she asked, pulling away.

“As well as can be expected.” He sighed as he followed her into the kitchen, dropping into the stool on the other side of the breakfast bar. “His mom broke down but they didn’t shout or yell.”

Katie flipped the lid off a beer and handed it to him. He took it, with a nod of thanks and pulled a large swig before he rest his hands on the counter, staring at the bottle.

He was brooding and blaming himself, Katie could tell, so she gently lay her hand on his, reaching over the counter.

“It wasn’t your fault Steve.” she spoke softly and he looked at her.

God, she did that all the time, knew what he was thinking. It gave him the unnerving impression that sometimes she could read his mind.

“I should have spotted that shooter.” he shook his head.

“I’m the fucking mission analyst.” she sighed. “I knew from last time those guys were packing, if I’d done more research, maybe I would have found out about the armour piercing rounds.”

“You can’t seriously blame yourself?” Steve’s frowned.

“Why not?” she shrugged sadly. She’d been over it a million times in her head that day and had come to the same conclusion every time. She should have spotted something, dug further. “I didn’t do my job.”

“Yes, you did.” he implored, his eyes locking onto hers “Your report clearly set out the layout, the learning from previous missions…Adams was just too inexperienced, I should never have taken him.”

There was a pause as the microwave pinged and Katie turned to look at it.

“You know, Clint made a good point before.” she reached in for the plate and the smell of the food made his stomach grumble again as she continued “This job, it’s hard. We fight to keep people safe but not everyone makes it back all the time…and if we can’t learn to live with that then maybe next time no one gets saved.”

“It feels like trading lives.” He took a deep breath as she placed the plate down in front of him “It’s just wrong.”

“I know.” She said, handing him some cutlery and sat down next to him.

“You eaten?” he asked, looking at her, suddenly aware she didn’t have a plate. She nodded.

“Couldn’t have waited until now, I’d have starved to death.” she said, shrugging.

“Hardly.” he replied, mouth full, instantly realising he had said the wrong thing as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Is that a fat joke?” she asked, making him roll his eyes as he swallowed. That hadn’t been it at all, he was referring to the fact that she never actually stopped eating, despite her tiny frame she gave him a run for his money.

“No, that’s not what I meant. You’re tiny.” he said, almost choking on his food through his protests.

“So now you’re making short jokes?” She shot back. Steve looked at her, dismayed she thought he was being mean to her but then he spotted the look in her eyes and rolled his own.

“Punk.”

“Jerk” she shot back.

It was the perfect way to escape the trauma and stress of the last few days. Once they had finished eating the two of them flopped down on her large L shape sofa, Steve’s legs extended along one side of the L shape, her legs tucked underneath her as she leaned against his shoulder. He couldn’t help but notice the smell of her shampoo…apple, he thought, along with her perfume. Her proximity was making his head buzz but he wasn’t about to move her, the contact was comforting. And it clearly was for her too as about an hour or so into the film- the first in the Lord of The Rings trilogy- he felt her head growing heavy. He glanced down and saw that her eyes were closed and, as he watched, her head slipped slightly. He shifted so that he could catch her gently, and grabbed a cushion from behind him, placing it against his leg. He manoeuvred her head so that she was lay down, gently brushing her hair off her face. She stirred slightly, snuggling down further into the cushion as he absentmindedly rubbed between her shoulder blades as her breathing grew gentle and even.

Steve stayed like that, engrossed in the film right to the end, surprisingly. He had enjoyed it. Katie hadn’t woken up, and he looked down debating whether or not to wake her or simply carry her through to her bedroom. In the end he decided to do neither, instead he reached for the remote as he sifted through to find something else to watch. He didn’t want to leave just yet, he was too comfy and too at ease. Picking one of his favourites, Casablanca, he settled down, getting himself comfy as he immersed himself in the familiar world of Rick’s Café Americain. At one point he felt his eyes growing heavy and he lay his head back, deciding to rest them for just a little while…

**** Katie was jolted awake, quite violently, and as she jerked into an upright position she saw exactly why. Steve was thrashing in his sleep, his face contorted in horror, small murmurs and whimpers slipping from his plump lips. She placed both her hands on his shoulder and shook him. Softly at first, then a bit stronger, trying to rouse him.

“Steve…” she gave him a harsher shake and his eyes flew open, wide in panic and she reached up to cup his face in her hands. “Hey, it’s okay. It was just a dream.”

Her soft voice filled Steve’s senses and, as he realised where he was and whose eyes were looking at him, he took a shaky breath and lay his head back.

Damned it, he’d fallen asleep and had a nightmare. On her sofa.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice croaky, “I err…”

“Don’t apologise, it’s fine.” Katie shook her head gently “I’ll get you a glass of water.”

Whilst she was gone he leaned forward, swinging his legs off the couch so his feet touched the floor, wiping his clammy head with his hands, the memory still flashing through his dream.

Cold air was blasting his hair back…there was a hole in the side of the train…then a flash of light and Bucky flew straight through the hole. “BUCKY…” he yelled, grabbing onto the side of the train, the bar in one hand as he stretched to reach his friend with the other.

“Steve…” The voice was louder, but not loud enough. No, he had to get to Bucky…

But he was gone, Steve was grasping at nothing but air.

Just a dream, Katie had said. It was anything but…

She appeared back in the room with a glass of water and he thanked her as she passed it to him. He took a large gulp, swallowing and was relieved when his breathing began returning to normal.

“You ok?” she asked, kindly as her hand gently knotted into his, her concern evident.

“Yeah, just a nightmare.” he nodded softly “I’ve not had one for a while.”

“Understandable with what’s happened. Wanna tell me what it was about?”

“It was Bucky.” he swallowed thickly “I was replaying the moment he fell. The moment he plummeted to his death from that Hydra train and I didn’t save him.”

Katie stayed silent for a moment before her hand curled round Steve’s shoulder and she pulled him to her, causing him to lay his head on her shoulder. “You know it wasn’t your fault.”

“I should have done more” The guilt ate Steve up every day, that he had survived. Why had he deserved that any more than Bucky?

“How?” she said again. “How could you have done anymore?”

"I should have gone after him.” he said quietly.

“What would’ve changed if you had?” Katie asked. “There’s no way he could have survived that fall.”

“He wouldn’t have been there if it wasn’t for me.“ He replied, "I should have gone after him, brought him home, done something.”

Katie remained quiet, her hand gently running through his hair which was nice, far too nice. He took a deep breath and sat up moving away from her touch.

"What time is it?”

“Nearly six in the morning” Katie glanced at her watch.

“You’re kidding?” Steve snorted.

“Nope. You want some coffee?” she stood up, stretching her arms above her head.

“Yeah if that’s ok.” he replied, following her to the kitchen. From her body language he could tell she was rolling her eyes, even if she wasn’t facing him.

“I don’t know if your Ma ever told you, but it’s rude to run out on a girl after you spend the night with her.”

“And as you know, I’m useless with women.” he sat down at the barstool on the breakfast bar. He watched her, but he didn’t say anything as she bustled about, throwing some bread in the toaster and then went to the fridge for the butter, marmalade and jam, sliding them onto the island. At that point Steve held his hands up.

“You don’t have to-” he started to say, but she silenced him with a glare, similar to the ones Peggy used to give him, the look that could stop him in his tracks it was that stern.

“Shut up.” she poured them both a cup of the coffee before adding milk and a spoon of sugar to each, passing one to him. The bread popped up from the toaster, and she put it on a plate before sliding it over to him and adding more bread to the machine.

His stomach rumbled and he gave in, smearing butter over his toast. He eyed the jam curiously. He’d had marmalade before but…

He looked at Katie and she nodded. “It’s good.”

So he added some, and after a bite he concluded she was right, and nodded in agreement. Once the next round of toast was done she sat next to him.

“So, when did I fall asleep.” she asked, swallowing her food.

“About an hour into the film.”

She shook her head “What an ass…”

“It wasn’t a problem.” He replied honestly as he took a bite of his breakfast. “To be honest I enjoyed it.”

“What, me drooling on your leg?”

He swallowed, his eyes wide “I meant the film.”

“I know.” she smirked.

***** Chapter 2

**Original Posting**

#stark spangled banner #relaunch #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #katie stark #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character

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vemuabhi · 4 years

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Robin X Reader - Certificate Course

Hello! I saw that there was a Sapphic op challenge but, I kinda missed for January month, so ill post 2 in February. I don't even know if I am allowed to take part in this challenge but, I really love the one piece Ladies. They are super amazing and they deserve some Love too! P.S : Happy Birthday Robin chwan~~

Modern AU

Pairing : Robin X Fem! Reader

Note : Teacher X Student but no under age, Love at first sight, flirt, fluff.

A/N : I know nothing about archaeology but I know Robin, she will be the best teacher.

Summary : Reader hates her job so she tries to learn a certificate course and learn about new things. There she meets the beautiful teacher, Robin and falls in love with her.

“If you are so done doing that stupid job, why not take some classes?”, your best friend Nami said as she twirled the spoon in her cocoa.

“Well… you are not wrong”, you agreed with her as you placed your hands on the table before. You hate the the job for which you are working for currently and always complained about it to your ginger friend.

“But… for what classes should I enrol? Do you have any suggestions?”, you asked her as she was sipping her beverage.

“OH! I have an idea!”, she exclaimed and continued, “I have an amazing friend who is an archaeologist. She also takes some classes during the weekends. Why not go there and do the one year certificate course?”, she suggested.

“Archaeology huh… do you think I can do it?”, you asked her as she gave you a smile and answered, “I know you are a hardworking and passionate person. I am sure you can do it”. Your eyes shined as she said that. “Aww thank you Nami, you never fail to cheer me up”, you thanked her and got the details of the archaeology class.

That Saturday, you stood in front of the institute and were having second thoughts. ‘What if I cant make it? what if I fail this? what if I humiliate myself?’, negative thoughts cloud you as you clench your bag tight.

“First day of class?”, you heard a soothing voice beside you. As you looked at the owner of the voice, your eyes met with beautiful blue eyes. There stood a lady who had a slim feature, was tall and elegant. Her ebony soft hair fluttered in the wind as she came towards you. ‘Was she an angel?’, you got captivated by her. She was dazzling. You continued to stare at her then she giggled, pulling you out of the trance. “I… I am sorry”, you apologised and continued, “Yes, this.. this is my first time taking a class here and.. I’m very nervous. Let me rephrase it, I am a bit scared.”, you ended.

She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and replied, “Well, You must be here to learn something right, then why are you scared. Learning something is considered to be beautiful. There is always a starting step for everything. Consider this as a new step.”, She encouraged you and your confidence got a boost up. “Thankyou so much, I feel better now. I guess, I just needed a push”, you smiled at her and she returned the same. “So, are you in Archaeology?”, she asked as you nodded yes.

“Cool, come with me”, she said as she lead the way and you followed her. ‘She is… divine, so beautiful’, you admired her all the way to your class and you thanked her. When she was about to leave you stopped her and asked, “Wait, um… what class are you in?”.

She just giggled and replied, “You’ll get to know soon. The class doesn’t start till more 20 minutes, so, just get seated”, with that she left.

You went inside and sat on a chair as you scrolled on your phone to pass time. There was no one in the class yet. You started to think about what happened earlier. You smiled at how that beautiful lady helped you. Then you remembered something, “I didn’t ask her name, did I?”, you say out loud and place your hand on your head as you scolded yourself.

Slowly the students started to fill up the class and it was the time start the class. The door opened and you looked towards the person who entered the room. Your eyes opened wide as you saw the same beautiful lady enter the class. She stood before the teachers desk and told everyone to take down todays notes. ‘She is the teacher here?!’, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you saw her. You quickly started taking down all the important points she said without even missing one. Not gonna lie, She was amazing. The way she taught was simple and was easy to remember. The way she explained was really interesting and made the students in the class to be more attentive. With that the class was finished and you had the best experience with your first day in class. As everyone started to leave, you went and stood before the beautiful angel. She smiled at you and asked, “So, did you like the class?”

“It was Amazing. I loved it”, you replied and continued, “So, can I know your name please”.

She giggled and said, “Its Robin, Nico Robin”.

“Robin huh”, you smirked and continued, “I thought you looked like an angel but, even your name itself is angelic, so… do you think this can be a sign”

She gasped at your sudden comment and playfully hit your shoulder. She chuckled as she walked out of the classroom leaving you smiling to yourself as you stood in the same place.

As days go by, you got good grades and you tried many ways to impress Miss Robin. Usual flirting and praising were a routine now. You didn’t knew you could flirt this well with someone and most importantly… someone as beautiful as her. She was kind, had dark humour which you loved more now because of her. Her intelligence was extraordinary.

“You know Miss Robin, not all beautiful people are into acting, some are into teaching also”, you said and as in reward you got to see the beautiful blush on her cheeks.

“They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well I guess no one stood beside you”

“Do you believe in love at first sight? Apparently it happened to be true because you are the reason”

Once you asked her out on a date but she declined politely because you were the student. Well, you thought to just wait till you finish the certificate course. But you knew for sure, the next time would be a definite yes.

The End

I hope you enjoyed it! I had so much fun writing it! It is my first Girl X Girl fanfic and the 1st story being Robin’s, I was so happy. Thankyou for reading it! Please forgive me for any mistakes,

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kweebtrash · 4 years

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Pay Attention, Dumbass

Pairing: Demon!Jaehyun x OC

Genre: Smut/ Comedy?? Maybe?

Features: demonic fingering

Summary: two idiot roommates accidentally summon two ancient demons. Forced into a contract, they only had two choices; die or make a deal with the devil. The most logical answer was to make them their boyfriends of course (this is lowkey a bad slice of life hentai, i swear). The demons know nothing about the human world and have to deal with “lessons” from their human girlfriends.

A/N: This used to be on my Kofi which im closing down and just putting everything up on here. This isnt continuing.

Masterlist Johnny Version Here

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"You haven't moved in hours. Don't you do anything else?"

I dug into the chip bag that laid on my desk and grabbed a handful to shove into my mouth. "Of course i do," I said through the mush of chips. "I went to the bathroom."

Jae sighed. "Not what i meant. Do you ever leave your room?"

I shrugged and downed some of my soda. "Yeah. I go to work sometimes."

"Where do you even work at?"

"A bar." I went back to clicking through attacks and swerving around opponents. "Guys, come on, come on, come on!" I said into the headphone and mic set i had on. "Someone head towards the point! At least start trying to take it over!"

"A bar?" He asked, confused. "What is that?"

"Its uh..." I drifted off as i propelled myself forward and released my ultimate attack, sending my mecha exploding in different directions. I quickly reloaded myself into the machine and continued my rampage of gunshots. "Like uh... drinks. Liquor."

"Libations?"

I snorted at the stupid word. "Yeah, whatever. That."

"And that's the only time you leave?" He continued asking.

"What the fuck is this? Twenty questions?" I grabbed another handful of chips. "On the left! Move out the way!" I grumbled at my friends who were playing online with me.

"I'm just curious since you don't have the capability to rid yourself of the sin of sloth."

I glared over at him as he was reclined back on my bed, arms behind his head, and torso on full display as he refused to wear a shirt (not that i was complaining). "I do things! I just like playing video games more! Sometimes i go to school too!"

"And what proof do you have of this because i never see it."

"My never ending debt and crippling anxiety." One of my online friends asked who i was talking too and i sucked my teeth. "My boyfriend is being annoying." Queue the kissy noises and jokes of the very mature men i gamed with.

"Oh? Im annoying?" Jae grumbled. "Whats really annoying is seeing you rot away while im forced to stay by your side. Hours and hours of boredom and still im trapped in the confines of this ridiculous home with nothing to do."

I set my headset down as the round finished and turned my desk chair towards him. "Are you upset that im not paying attention to you?"

He sat up quickly and scoffed. "Please. What do i need the attention of a human for?"

"You certainly want it when you're horny." I giggled. "Heh...horny...you have horns also so it's...anyway. Are you being a baby because you want attention?"

"I am not an infant. You are infuriating. Of course i had to get stuck with you."

"Oohhh, thats how it is. Yep, definitely being a baby, now with a temper tantrum."

Jae's eyes glowered and his claws dug into my mattress. "There are so many things i want to do to you right now."

"Ooh daddy." I snorted and put my headset back on. "Sounds kinky."

"Which is it? Am i an infant or a father?! I dont understand!"

I sighed and stood up. "Do you want to try playing with me?" I gestured at the now vacant spot of my gaming chair.

Jae stared at me then the seat. "Play that ridiculous thing?"

"Yeah," i shrugged and looked down at my feet. "It's something i like to do and you're my boyfriend sooo...i guess...i mean..." I twiddled with my thumbs as my cheeks began to warm up. "It'd be cool if you tried to like some of the stuff i do."

"Is that what boyfriends do?"

"Y-yeah...sorta. Look do you want to or not?" I huffed in frustration.

He stood up and made his way over, glaring down at me with his humanized yet still terrifying eyes. "Fine. I will try it."

I couldn't help the dorky smile that beamed across my face. "Ok, cool. Sit down."

He placed himself in the seat and i sat on his lap then scooted the chair closer to the desk. I positioned his fingers on the designated keys for offense and defense as well as the computer mouse. "Here, why don't i just guide your fingers the first few rounds so you get the hang of it?"

"Whatever."

The smile started to fade as i covered his hands with mine that seemed to dwarf in comparison. "Put your stupid claws away. You cant game right with your pretty manicure."

He growled like an irritated dog and slid the claws back into his skin. With his back pressed to mine, he ended up resting his chin on my shoulder, watching as i joined a new round. His somewhat chubby cheek felt warm against mine and i willed myself not to kiss it. It wasn't like he was going to respond anyway. He was cold hearted in every sense of the word, even when he fucked it almost seemed like a chore. It still was amazing and i loved every second of it but the distant feelings was strong. Of course it wasn't a great idea to make a demon your damn boyfriend but there was rarely a time where i made a smart decision.

Deciding to suck it up and just concentrate i pressed Jae's fingers down as i helped launch attacks and maneuver us around the screen. "This is nothing but hectic destruction " he commented.

"Yep, pretty much."

"And you enjoy this?"

"Absolutely."

"I am pleased by this." I felt a slight nip at my neck as he purred into my ear. "Very pleased."

"Pleased that i like shooting people and destroying things?"

"Exactly. Its quite...sexy."

"Oh my god. You're a dork!" I snorted. "Its just a damn game, weirdo." I pressed his fingers down harder, not wanting to slow down and ruin my winning streak. "Keep up."

"Well when you're crushing my fingers its hard to do so."

"Just follow me. You dont even have to move them."

"I would like to move them but-"

"Shh, give me a sec. Bastards are on my fucking ass! God i hate when they just gang up on you for no FUCKING REASON!" I screamed at the monitor. "Such dicks. Fuckin' dicks."

"Your mouth is filthy."

"Yeah you said that when it was full of cum too."

"Hm...that was also enjoyable." Another nip to my neck, this time followed by small sucks and kisses. "Continue using your filthy mouth and destroying things. This at least is semi entertaining now."

"Glad you think so. Quit kissing my neck, its distracting."

"Distracting?! You enjoy that! You said it this morning. Specifically 'Jae'," He faked a slightly high pitched moan. "'Keep kissing my neck, oh god'."

I flushed with embarrassment and rammed my elbow into his chest. "I already have to deal with dicks online i dont need go deal with you too."

"I suppose you wouldn't want to deal with this then?"

I felt him press his hips against my ass. The grey sweatpants he had on left nothing to the imagination and i swallowed hard as my concentration wavered. "S-stop." I whimpered.

"I dont think i will." One hand left the mouse and pressed against my stomach to keep me in place. "Support that. I will control these buttons."

I pressed my lips together and simply nodded. How he had the grace to continue slight grinds against me i didn't know but i was responding to them eagerly. I arched my back and wiggled my ass every time he rolled forward, creating a sinful friction between us. My eyes drifted from the screen momentarily to see that his fingers were working perfectly over the keys as if he had played for years. "You're...actually winning."

"What? As if its hard?" He tsked. "Humans have simple minds and-WHY IS THIS MAN PUNCHING ME FROM THE SKY?"

I froze our sensual movements to cackle loudly. "That's just Doomfist. He's so OP and stupid."

"OP?"

"Overpowered, meaning there's no reason for him to even be here."

"Im going to destroy him completely until he can never return."

"They all respawn, Jae. That's how the game continues."

"Not if I can help it. I want that mongrel dead. Get that clicky thing ready. I'm aiming to destroy."

"You think I'm sexy when I want to kill things but I think you're cute, you know that?" I turned towards him to press a kiss to his cheek yet my lips connected with his when he moved.

"I am not cute....but you are...or whatever." I wondered if that tint on his cheeks was real or just my imagination.

I smiled to myself anyway, pleased with his compliment and his valiant effort to enjoy the same things I did. He was truly acting like a boyfriend-one that felt genuine even if he crawled up from hell. Just before, he was complaining about how never moved but we stayed like this for a couple more hours, even sharing snacks and competing with my online friends. There came a point in the night, though, when searching for a server with an open game slowed tremendously. Minutes ticked by and still nothing. Jae's drumming of his fingers against the wooden desk in impatience was starting to drive me crazy. "Doing that isn't going to make it go faster, you know."

"This is about as interesting as watching you play on that small screen."

"We've gone over this. Its a phone, a cell phone, a portable phone."

"Yes, yes. That stupid thing with all the colors. Its like this stupid thing." He pointed at the computer screen. "Only smaller."

"You seem to enjoy the big stupid thing judging by how many kill streaks you got."

His lips tweaked into a smirk. "That's because im an expert killer. None of them deserved to live."

"You did get my rank up and some loot boxes so i guess i should thank you."

"Yes, bask in my glory and show me how grateful you are." His hand that had remained around my waist for most of our play time started creeping its way to my thighs.

"Are you wanting me to show you how grateful i am or are you trying to show me how desperate you are?" I snickered.

"I am not desperate. Since the stupid game is not cooperating im just trying to inject some extra curricular activities."

"Such as?"

He set his head on my shoulder again and i felt his fangs dig in deeper into my neck, making me let out a drawn out whine. "J-jae!"

He chuckled from deep within his throat as i felt his tongue trail from the column of my neck up to my earlobe. "Such as...watching you squirm when i add the slightest of pressure," Two of his fingers slid between the junction of my thighs and pressed firmly against the center of my shorts. "Here."

The tips of his fingers began gliding against the fabric, the soft cotton adding the smallest amount of friction against my clit. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as my leg began to bounce. I wanted to wait for a new game, my win streak was too precious to me but Jae was something else. Trying not to make it too obvious i adjusted myself on his lap, spreading my legs a little wider. His fingers garnered more room but he didnt move them under the fabric. Instead he kept torturing me with slow movements, occasionally pushing into the most sensitive areas. "Who's enjoying the attention now?" He teased.

Suddenly a little ping from my computer signaled that a game had finally been found. My attention quickly shifted and i put my headset back on and got into position. Jae reeled back in confusion. "Are you really going to continue to play?"

"Well...yeah. I mean it took forever to get into this game. I dont wanna lose it."

"Hey, can you be healer?" I heard my friend say into my ear piece.

"Fuck you! Im not going to be healer! You be healer, you twat waffle!"

Jae let out a heavy and annoyed sigh. I almost felt bad until i was lagging behind everyone else. I had to-

I felt his finger finally move beneath my shorts and press into my hole gently. I had to admit that he had already gotten me worked up enough to provide him with some lubrication and he slid in easily. "C-cut it out." I stammered.

"Oh no, dont mind me. Your game is more important. Keep going."

"I just mean-ah-ahh!" I tried to snap my mouth shut before my moan slipped out for fear of my friends hearing but it was too late. Jae had moved the seat of my shorts aside and pumped his finger faster, occasionally curling it an inch or two from my entrance. I covered the mic part of the headset and glared back at him. "If you dont s-stop-"

I snapped my thighs shut as he added another finger, the 'come here' motions growing stronger. Immediately, he landed a harsh tap to my outer thigh, a small growl floating in the tense air around us. "I said keep going."

"Well i would if you just-HEY! MOTHERFUCKER! I LIKED THESE SHORTS!" I looked down at the center of my shorts that had now been torn open because of his reappearing claws. "What's wrong with you?!"

Without a word he grabbed onto my ankles and set my legs up on the desk, keeping them spread. The clawed hand snaked its way to my throat and with the slightest pressure i could feel them digging in. It wasn't enough to hurt but certainly enough to make my entire body shudder with electricity. "I-i cant reach the keyboard." I whispered.

He scooted the chair closer to the desk, making my legs almost rest on it fully. "Wheres that tappy thing you have?"

"Tappy thing?"

"Where you move the sticks."

"You mean a controller?"

"You can plug it in right?" He questioned as his thrusting resumed which made my mind mush in a second.

"U-uh yeah-um its uh...d-draw-drawer!"

He let my throat go and allowed me to reach into my desk drawer and grab my gaming controller. I plugged it into my computer's usb port as my friends argued about me not pulling my weight and being static. I lied about my game lagging and shifted the mic up so i sounded muffled and they wouldn't be able to hear how much if a slut Jae made me. "There. Now you can play. Keep up that win streak. Have to get the gold and boxes, right? Have to play with your friends and ignore me, right?" He nipped at my ear as his fingers slipped out of me to rub circles against my clit. "Have to beg me to let you cum, right?

"P-please dont make me do that!"

"See? You're begging already. What a good girl you are."

My entire body tensed at those two words and i let my controller go for a moment to grab his hand and press his fingers back into me. "Keep going. I want you to keep going."

"I could but i dont have to. Maybe i can use the tappy thingy instead. More people I can kill." He jerked his fingers away and pushed them against my lips. "Clean these off for me. Dont want to get it dirty, do i?"

"Jaaaeeeee," i whined and leaned in for a kiss but he turned his head away.

"Clean. Them."

Reluctantly, i swallowed his fingers down, lapping between and tasting myself. He tested my gag reflex by moving them to the back of my throat but pulling away when it became to much. It was nothing but entertainment for him, a game of cat and mouse that made me feel doomed. "You know you love being inside me." I panted as my mouth was now freed. "I can ride-"

"Oh, how unfortunate. You died. Now we have to wait to return. You're too distracted, Ivy. A shame, truly."

I didn't care anymore. In the few seconds i had between my respawning i stood up and turned towards him, pulling his sweatpants down to stay around his knees. He had no qualms about his erection. I had felt it, of course, but it was like he paid it no mind, like it wasn't an inconvenience and he enjoyed teasing me instead. Was it another way to give me a taste of my own medicine? What a bastard! "Come here." I tried to sound as sultry as possible but he just laughed and took the controller from me.

"Lets see if i can figure this out now." Jae looked at the buttons and pressed at a few before moving the joy sticks to test them out. "Strange but i believe I can-"

It was my turn to cut him off. I lifted his head and focused on his eyes, angered by the smirk still on his lips. "Fuck me."

"Nope."

That wasn't the answer i wanted.

He craned his head to the side to look at the monitor. "Can you move? Im trying to play here."

"Shut up! You didn't even care about playing before!" I pouted as my cheeks flushed both in annoyance and embarrassment. I sat back on his lap anyway, chest to chest, and guided him inside me. Not a sound from him or even a look. He was focused on fighting now which made me want to punch him but i figured if i fucked myself on him long enough i could break his resolve. I gripped onto the back of the chair and started working up and down his length, adding kisses to his neck in between whimpers. "Jae...come on..."

"Ooh, double kill."

"I swear to god! If you dont-"

"No god, just demons."

"Yeah, you're acting like a demon. A demon asshole who wont even pay attention to his girlfriend! I cant believe you're doing this!"

He finally looked at me, dead in the eyes and it made me nervous. "It doesn't feel good, does it?"

Ok, ok. So i had learned my lesson. It was a two way street and maayybeee i wasn't being the best partner but i never figured he wanted anything from me. He never expressed a lot if affection or wonderment at what i did throughout my day. How was i supposed to know? I guess with his lack of knowledge about human things he truly had nothing to do unless i was guiding him. Fuck, now i really felt bad. What a buzzkill. "Im sorry...i understand how you feel now. I didn't think you cared. I know were just together because of the contract. I thought you still hated humans and didn't want to exist beside them."

"I do hate humans but you're my human now. Unfortunately, i have to rely on you and its maddening to be stuck here. In hell i did hundreds of things. I had a job. I had meetings with other demons. I planned wars, participated in real battles, created weapons. I was someone. Here, im nothing but a prisoner."

"Nonono! Please dont feel like that...i dont want to make you feel like that. Please..." I felt my eyes watering and i quickly buried my face in the crook of his neck. He sighed and tossed the controller on the table and shut my laptop. He kicked off the rest of his pants and with ease picked me up and led me to the bed.

"Dont ever speak of this. Not to Johnny, not to Xan. No one, understand?"

I nodded quickly as my back hit the mattress and he stayed above me. "You will do what i say just as much as im forced to do as you say. Love me unconditionally. Break me free from this world and show me why i shouldn't kill everyone in it."

I swallowed hard and nodded again. "I promise. I promise you everything."

"Good. Secondly...i would like to do battle against you in those games."

I couldn't help the giggle i let out. I didn't expect him to say something like that after being so serious. "Oh? You think you can beat me?"

"Im a strategist and a warrior. Of course i can."

"Oh, ok. You play a few rounds of Overwatch and suddenly you're the master. Just dont say anything when i kick your ass, bitch."

He chuckled deeply and snapped his hips without warning. He had still remained inside me and the sudden movement made me cry out loud. "Bring it on then. We'll see who's the better warrior here. Now," his eyes shifted into pure darkness and his fangs glistened with temptation. "Lets see how fast you can give in."

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