#and there are two assignment parts on one page of the file that he gave us to print out and write on like. which am i doing then! bc i know

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[kaleldobrev]

A Small Favor In Return

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Finding out you’re dating Soldier Boy, your graduate school professor asks you for a small favor. When you tell Ben about it he agrees (much to your surprise) but the only way he’ll do it is if you do a small favor for him in return.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Cursing (20x), Fluff, Drug Use, Smut (Fingering, Oral - M&F receiving, Anal), Use of handcuffs & blindfolds

Authors Note: So this came out a lot longer than I thought it would but I’m happy with the way this came out | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

"Alright class, as a quick reminder, your ten-page essays on World War Two are due next Tuesday," your professor said, audible groans came from a majority of your peers, and you couldn't help but snicker at their response. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I'm such a horrible person for assigning a ten-page paper in graduate school," his tone sarcastic. "But, I may have something special for you all on Tuesday," your peers suddenly all got quiet in anticipation of the news as there was a certain air of excitement. With a quick clap of his hands he said, "But! I'm not telling you now, you have to wait till Tuesday!" More groans. "Get on out of here and see you all next Tuesday! Y/N, can I talk to you before you head out?" Your professor asked as students started filing out of the room.

You looked up at him and gave a small smile. “Sure thing,” you said as you placed your laptop and textbook into your backpack.

Your friend turned to you once she was finished putting her own things into her backpack. “Want me to wait up for you?” She asked, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and standing up.

“No it’s okay,” you stated as you got up from your own chair, holding the straps of your backpack firmly in both of your hands, “I actually have to get home right after this.”

Your friend gave you a smirk. “Date night?”

“Something like that,” you gave her a wink.

“Okay, I wanna hear all about it tomorrow,” she gave you a wink before she made her way out of the classroom.

Walking over to your professor he started placing his papers that he had had on his desk into his briefcase. “You wanted to talk to me Professor?” You asked.

Your professor looked up and stopped what he was doing and gave you a small smile. “Yes, I was hoping I could ask for a favor.”

“A favor?” You gave him a slightly confused expression.

"As you know, I'm not usually one for gossip but, I wanted to know..." he began, clearly hesitant; but you already knew where this was going.

"If I'm actually dating Soldier Boy," you stated bluntly, your tone coming off slightly annoyed. "And the answer is yes," although it's none of your business, you had wanted to add. “I don’t mean to sound rude professor but, what does me dating Be—Soldier Boy, have to do with your favor?”

“Well,” he sounded so nervous, and you had almost felt bad giving him slight attitude — almost. But at the same time, you were getting tired of constantly being asked if it were true that you were dating America’s oldest Supe, as it was usually one of the first things you were almost always asked besides what your name was. “I was hoping that maybe you could ask him if he would be willing to come and talk to the class next Tuesday about his experiences during World War Two and maybe answer some peer questions.”

Your eyes went wide, and you had to actually hold back a laugh at your professors request as there were two major problems with it. The first: as much as Ben loved you (and that man loved you more than he’ll ever admit), the last thing he’d want to do was spend his time talking in front of your college classmates about his experiences during World War Two and answering questions. The second: the man never saw actual battle — it was all fabricated by Vought as a part of a marketing campaign because that’s who his character was. “Umm…” you didn’t know what to say, but you were proud of yourself for not laughing at least. “I think he might be busy that day but I can ask.”

Your professor seemed happy with your answer as he smiled. “Thanks Y/N I really appreciate it,” he said closing his briefcase

You fumbled with your keys as you went to unlock the door of yours and Ben’s shared apartment, but as you reached for the doorknob, you were a little surprised to see that it was unlocked. Odd, you thought. “Are you going to come in or just stand there in the hallway?” You heard Ben call out faintly from behind the door.

A part of you wanted to ask how he knew you were standing there but you knew better than to ask. Damn that super hearing of his, you thought. “Yeah I’m coming in,” you called out opening the door. “Um, why was the door unlocked?”

“It’s 4:30, your class ends at 4,” he said, the sounds of pounding coming from the kitchen — sounds that you assumed where of him using the handle of his hunting knife to crush pills on the wooden dining room table that your grandmother had given the two of you when you moved in. It was the one piece of furniture you had told him repeatedly not to crush his pills on. “I know it takes you half an hour to come home so I thought I’d be nice and actually have the door unlocked for you when you got home.” Your lips turned into a smile at the thoughtful gesture. “Plus, I hate hearing you fumbling with your keys.”

As you walked into the kitchen you saw that your suspicions were correct: Ben was crushing his bennies with the handle of his hunting knife on the wooden dining room table that your grandmother had given you. A piece of furniture that was probably the same age as your boyfriend. "It was a very nice gesture Ben thank you," you said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek before you stood behind him wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your chin on his shoulder.

He smirked and started using the blade to make his neat little lines. "What do I get for it?" He asked.

You wanted to roll your eyes. Did this man really want something for doing a nice and decent thing? "Did you want a medal? Or maybe one of those gold star good job stickers?" You asked, your tone sarcastic.

He let out a small chuckle. "No, but a blowjob wouldn't hurt," he smirked again. "Then again, you could give me one regardless if I open the door for you or not because I know how much you love my dick," he smirked.

"And you could not crush your pills on my grandmothers dining room table but we can't always have what we want Sweetie," you gave him another quick peck on the cheek before taking a spot in the chair across from him.

After snorting a line Ben looked at you as he wiped the excess powder from his nose. "What crawled up your ass today Princess? Cause it sure wasn't me," he said, his own tone sounding slightly annoyed.

You took a deep sigh. "I'm sorry I'm just...my professor asked me for a favor," you began.

"It wasn't a sexual favor was it?" He asked, and you just wanted to roll your eyes again, hating that that was the first thing he had thought of. "Cause if it was I have two questions. One, did you kick the guy in the balls, and two, do I need to kick the guy in the balls for you?"

“I’m just going to ignore that and —”

“What? It’s a valid fucking question,” he stated, his hunting knife slightly swinging around.

You rolled your eyes slightly. “Put your knife down before you hurt yourself,” he scoffed, “second, no, it wasn’t a sexual favor Ben, please get your mind out of the gutter even though I know that’s where it basically lives.” He smirked at your comment. “My professor asked me if you could come and speak in front of my class next Tuesday about your experiences during World War Two and answer some questions.”

You sounded silly asking your boyfriend this favor, because you already knew what his answer was going to be. He was going to laugh and say ‘as much as I love you that’s a hard pass.’ “Sure,” Ben said, “but you have to do something for me first.” You looked at him like you were a deer headlights, actually shocked that he had said yes. “You seem surprised Sweetheart.”

“Yeah…I am actually,” your voice a little hesitant sounding. “I uh, I genuinely thought you’d say no.” You let out a slightly nervous chuckle. “What’s the favor?”

“Unlike your professors favor mine is a sexual one,” he smirked.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” you grinned. “So, what’s the favor?”

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” you stated, “you know how I feel about blindfolds.” You heard him chuckle a little. You didn’t need to see his face to know the way he was looking at you right now. You were completely naked lying on your back, your hands were handcuffed to the headboard and you were blindfolded. The only part of your body that was free to move around were your legs. This wasn’t an unusual position for you to be in as you and Ben did use handcuffs during sex on the regular, but the blindfold was a new addition as of today.

“Sweetheart the only reason you don’t like blindfolds is because you hate surprises,” which was true, and you could hear a slight attitude in his tone. “You know my usual moves, shouldn’t be that surprising.”

You let out a little laugh. “To be fair, you do look at some weird porn so I wouldn’t be surprised if you found something new you had wanted to try out.”

He scoffed, sounding slightly offended. “I don’t look at weird porn. The porn being made now is fucking weird,” he stated. “Back in my day it wasn’t all this fancy shit and storylines. People just fucked in pornos.”

Thank goodness you had your blindfold on because of the intense eye rolling you just did at his comment. “But I thought you liked a good storyline Ben,” you slightly teased.

“In movies, not in pornos,” he clarified.

“Technically a porno is a movie,” your voice with a slight air of sass to it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbled under his breath. “Don’t make me use a gag on you Sweetheart.”

You started grinning. “Wouldn’t be the first time!” Your voice almost sing song. “So are we actually going to have sex or are you just going to talk my ear off all night?”

Ben rolled his eyes. “You’re the one being mouthy right now, not me.”

“I’m not the one talking about porno—” before you could finish your statement, you felt the bed dip, one hand was on each thigh spreading your legs apart slightly aggressive (which was considered gentle in his eyes). Nothing happened as you were waiting for him to do something, anything. You knew he was still there as you could still felt the grip he had on your thighs. “Ben?” You asked, a little confusion in your voice.

“What did I say about having a little patience?” He said, his question rhetorical. When it came to sex with Ben you were far from patient (and to be fair, he was far from patient too), but the two of you had tried to be patient with each other in your sex life just as much as you tried to be patient with each other out of the bedroom. All things considered, Ben’s patience had grown since the time you had known him, but there were times when you knew you pushed his buttons just a little too far (which may or may not be on purpose).

“Sorry,” you said, not really meaning it.

“I know you don’t mean it, but I’ll pretend you did,” he stated. “Now,” he began, his arms going underneath your thighs as your legs went over his shoulders, “don’t you dare fucking move,” his tone controlling, but you loved whenever he used this voice; there was just something about it that turned you on like nothing else. To be fair though, you did love his voice in general.

“Okay,” you said, slightly bracing yourself.

“That’s not really the answer I’m going for Princess,” he stated.

“Yes, Sir,” you said, making sure you really emphasized the word.

“That’s better,” you could hear the smirk on his lips. He started kissing your inner thighs, slightly nipping at the skin. The kisses on your inner thighs lasted longer than usual, and you were surprised it lasted this long as he was usually the impatient one when it came to wanting to go down on you. Without any kind of warning he licked a long strip on your clit and you let out a low moan. You felt the urge to arch your back. “Remember don’t fucking move,” he repeated, using the same controlling tone as he did before.

“Yes Sir,” you reply automatic.

With another long and slow lick he started to actually eat you out now like he normally did, and now, you were really fighting the urge to arch your back. Your hands gently moved against the handcuffs, wanting to run your fingers through his hair as you normally did. You felt a small chuckle against your pussy as he knew how hard it was for you not to touch him and to barely move. As much as he loved how responsive you got because of him, he wanted to challenge you not to move — he knew it was going to be hard for you for sure. “Ben, shit,” you moaned, his tongue starting to move in circles on your folds before he delved his tongue inside you.

As if your moan was an encouragement, he took one of his fingers and started circling your clit, adding that extra layer of pleasure. Letting out yet another moan he removed his tongue and replaced it with his two fingers as he started pumping them in and out of you. You wanted to protest at the loss of his mouth but were thankful he replaced that loss so quickly. “How you doin’ Princess?” He asked as he felt you starting to clench around his fingers, causing him to smirk.

“I’m close,” your answer barely audible. He started to pick up the pace slightly with his fingers, and you knew you weren’t going to make it much longer. Removing his fingers, he replaced it with his tongue. Again, you had wanted to arch, but you were really trying not to, but you felt your body wanting to betray you. You started to arch your back slowly, almost automatic and a firm hand was on your stomach.

“What did I say?” His voice just as firm as his hand.

“Fuck, Ben…” you moaned, and you wanted to continue to try and arch but you couldn’t — thankful that your boyfriend did have the strength that he did as he was able to keep you from arching. With the one hand he did have free he placed two fingers back inside of you and started moving them in and out of you at a slightly rapid pace. You clenched around him, and you felt the smirk on his lips. He heard your heart starting to pick up and he knew that you were close. With a few more pumps of his fingers and a few more circles from his tongue you came around his tongue and fingers. As you came, your words started to blend together, not even sounding like remotely anything — mainly gibberish.

Coming down from your orgasm, he removed himself from you and you heard him licking his fingers, a small pop coming from his lips. “Always so fucking sweet,” he commented, slightly amused.

“And this is why I always eat fruit,” you said, almost too proudly. “And reasons why I convinced you too.”

Ben was happy that you had the blindfold on as he gave one of the biggest eye-rolls. “You didn’t…convince me,” he said, knowing that he was lying, as you were the one that did convince him.

“Okay Ben, whatever you say,” your voice going back to that sing song like tone that he secretly loved.

“Ready for me to remove the blindfold Sweetheart?” He asked as he positioned himself between your thighs, still fully clothed.

You nodded your head. “Yes please.” You wanted this blindfold off more than anything. As you felt his hand touch your face to remove the blindfold, his hand wasn’t there just as quick and you frowned. “Ben?”

“I’ll remove it on one condition,” he began. “I went down on you, you do the same for me.”

“I kind of need to see to suck you off Sweetheart,” you commented.

“Hmmm, not unless I fuck that throat of yours you don’t,” the smirk on his voice returning.

“Fuck me,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Later Princess,” you knew he winked. “Besides, you like when I fuck your throat. What did you say the other day about it? Oh yeah, you said it practically makes you cum.” You hated that he was using your words against you, because that’s exactly how you felt about it. The way he did it was slightly rough, but it was also weirdly gentle at the same time.

“Christ on a Cross,” you mumbled.

A chuckle left him. “That’s my line,” he replied. “Alright Sweetheart, open that pretty mouth of yours.”

With some slight hesitation you opened up your mouth and waited for his cock to enter your mouth. The sounds of his pants and boxers fell to the floor. “You ready?” He asked, his hand moving up and down the length of his cock to slightly prep.

“Yes Sir,” you responded. You felt the tip of his cock on your lips, a slight feeling of pre-cum on them. He started moving his cock between your lips and you started tasting the pre-cum on your tongue now. A part of Ben wished you were able to fit his entire length inside of your mouth like your pussy did, but he absolutely loved the sight of you being blindfolded as you took him — he felt himself starting to get harder at the thought.

“You always take my cock so well,” he slightly praised, knowing how much you adored being praised. His hand found it’s way in your hair as he started messing it up (he always thought you were sexier with messed up hair — although he found you gorgeous and sexy no matter what you looked like). Once praising you and satisfied with your slightly messed up hair he started moving his cock in and out of your throat as your tongue started licking him as he did so. You loved the feeling of him fucking your throat but at the same time you loved being able to use your hands as you had the ability to do just a bit more — but you knew having your hands restrained made him feel a little bit more in control, something you were willing to give up once in a while during sex.

His pace started to pick up a bit more, and it was a tad aggressive (not that you minded of course). His hand started playing with your hair and you felt yourself starting to get wet. You started to rub your thighs together, trying to get some sort of release as his cock moved in and out of your mouth. “You wet Sweetheart?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He moved his free hand and a finger dipped ever so slightly into your now soaked pussy. “This really does do it for you huh?” He mused.

He started playing with your clit now lazily with two fingers as he was still too focused of the feeling of your mouth and tongue working his cock like the pro he knew you were. He shut his eyes and removed his fingers so he could bring you to your side more, giving him a better angle. Your tongue worked circles around his cock, and he was starting to miss the handwork you usually do whenever you sucked him off. He placed his fingers on your clit again, and then dipped two fingers inside of you again, moving lazily. Despite it being lazy, the feeling was just enough that you had felt like you were about to cum just like he was about to. “Fuck Sweetheart,” he moaned out. He clenched his jaw and shut his eyes, slightly throwing his head back as he started to release himself down the back of your throat. Midway through, his fingers went a tad faster and you felt your own orgasm coming to you now. Moaning into his cock you came around his fingers again. “Christ,” he almost sounded impressed.

Removing his cock from your mouth and his fingers from your pussy, you started to breath just a tad heavier as you weren’t expecting another orgasm so soon. Your pussy was sensitive and you weren’t remotely sure if you could handle another orgasm.

You felt his hand on the side of your head as he started removing the blindfold from your eyes. As he removed it, he had the biggest smile on his face. You gave him the same kind of smile back, happy to finally be seeing his face. “Hey,” you said, your voice a little breathy sounding.

“Hey,” he responded back, tossing the blindfold onto the floor. He placed his hand on your thigh, gently rubbing it with his thumb. “As much as I wanna wreck that pussy of yours, I know how sensitive it is right now,” he said, and you couldn’t believe how logical he was sounding right now. You simply just nodded in agreement. “So I’m gonna wreck this pretty ass of yours first.” Anal was something that you never really did before with Ben, as you felt that he was probably going to be too big for you. The closest you’ve ever gotten was him using his fingers and tongue on occasion.

“Babe, I don’t think your dick is going to fit in my ass,” you stated.

A grin formed on his lips, “We’ll see about that.”

You were now lying on your stomach, the handcuffs no longer on your wrists, but your arms were underneath a pillow; your face slightly buried in it. “Just relax,” Ben said, his hand smoothing over your ass. “I’ve done this before.”

“Not with me you haven’t!” You exclaimed.

“If you’re that freaked out we don’t have to do it.” His tone was calm.

“I’m not…freaked out it’s just…I’m nervous,” you mumbled the last few words.

“Aw Sweetheart,” he placed a few kisses along your spine, “you know I always take good care of you right?”

You nodded. “I know. I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose Ben.”

“Exactly, cause consent and all that,” he said. You had wanted to laugh a little at his comment, proud that he even mentioned the word consent — as consent was something that he had a very hard grasping when you had first met him. “Alright,” Ben started to spread your cheeks apart and you felt the tip of his cock against you. You felt your body start to tense up and you knew he could feel it too. “You gotta relax for me Y/N,” you couldn’t believe how calm his voice sounded right now, all of a sudden there seemed to be so much patience with him. You felt more kisses along your spine and they felt almost comforting. The tip of his cock started to enter you now, and you couldn’t help but be tense. It was a new kind of pressure and sensation that you weren’t really used to. Yes, you and Ben had done things involving your ass before but this was a new level to it.

“Fuckkk,” you breathed out, and you weren’t sure if it was a pleasure sound or an uncomfortable one. You shut your eyes and buried your face into the pillow, your voice sounding muffled now.

“Doing so well Sweetheart,” he praised, the feeling of his cock getting deeper and deeper inside of you. “I think I’m gonna fit just fine.” You didn’t like the sound of ‘I think.’

There was a slight pressure inside of you, and it was a much different kind of fullness than what you were used to. He somehow managed to fit himself completely inside of you and you knew he was extremely giddy about it (a word that you wouldn’t normally use to describe your boyfriend). “How do you feel?” He asked, seeming concerned.

“Great. Fucking fantastic,” you said, your voice slightly radiating sarcasm.

Giving your ass a small smack you let out a tiny sounding yelp, and you felt part of his body on top of your back now. He kissed your neck and leaned into your ear. “Love taking you from behind Sweetheart,” he whispered, placing a small kiss on your shoulder and nipping at it gently. You let out a small moan, closing your eyes at the contact. “Ready?” He asked, and you nodded. “Good,” he kissed your lips quickly before adjusting himself back behind you again as he started moving his dick in and out of your ass.

It was a weird kind of pressure, but also a strangely pleasurable one. You couldn’t help but let out moan after moan and some random gibberish sounding curse words. He didn’t pull himself completely out of you, but he went half way and that was just enough for you. You already felt so full with his very above average cock inside of you, you couldn’t imagine what it would feel like once he came inside.

You bit the pillow as one of his hands splayed across your spine holding you down in place on the bed. “What a fucking view,” he slightly mumbled, “and the sounds you’re making, woo.” He couldn’t help himself but give your ass yet another smack. You were thankful he wasn’t doing it constantly as you knew you wouldn’t have been able to sit down afterward (a feeling that you were relatively used to).

You weren’t sure if you were actually going to cum or not, but you knew that he was at least going to. “Ben, fuck,” your words almost inaudible.

“You’re going to look even more beautiful with my cum inside this ass of yours,” he said, and his words actually started making your heart race. “Someone sounds excited about that,” he smirked. With a new more pumps, he started to release himself and you couldn’t help but let out a guttural type of noise that managed to get muffled by the sounds of the pillow.

You stayed on your stomach as Ben found himself lying down next to you on his back, the biggest grin on his face. You felt exhausted, and wished you had the kind of stamina your boyfriend had. You turned to face each other and he kissed your forehead. “What?” You asked, your voice sounding a little weak.

“Ready for my cock Sweetheart?” He asked, no hint of tiredness in his voice.

“Ben, I don’t have your stamina,” you stated, and you moved your body so your head was now resting on his chest while your legs were intertwined with his. He brought his arms around you, pulling you close.

“I know that,” he said, stating the obvious. His voice sounding a little disappointed.

“Either let me take a little nap or make me a sandwich and I’ll be good to go,” you said, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and shutting your eyes.

“Your nap will be quicker than me trying to fix you up a sandwich,” he admitted, closing his eyes too.

A Week Later…

“Thank you so much for doing this Mister —”

“You can just call me Ben,” he said, shaking your professors' hand. God his hand is so fucking sweaty, he thought.

“Ben,” your professor nodded. “Of course." Your professor wasn't usually the nervous type, but for some reason when it came to the topic of Soldier Boy he was like some nervous teenager. "I really do appreciate you taking the time to come out and do this really, and uh," your professor pointed at Ben, "coming in your uniform too. I just know the students are going to be really receptive of you."

"It's honestly not a problem," Ben said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"I'm glad, because the way Y/N made it seem last week was that this was something you'd rather not be doing," he let out a nervous chuckle.

"To be fair, I did say he might of been busy," you chimed in, correcting your professors words. "Private contractor and all that," you smiled.

"She's also a wonderful convincer," he smirked. "Aren't you Sweetheart?"

"Yep, I practically have him wrapped around my finger," you grinned, wrapping your arm around his waist and giving him a small squeeze.

"She's funny this one," Ben let out a chuckle — a fake one — but he knew how much you truly did have him wrapped around your fingers, something he never thought a woman would ever be able to do to him. You may not be a Supe, but you did have one superpower, and that power was somehow making him fall in love with you.

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[backmuscles21]

As Long As You Can Share

Poly Recoms x Reader

Summary: You're the only recom doctor, once you met your patients you knew you were in for it. You wanted all of them, it just took one bold soldier for you to not be able to hold back. All the recoms had to share you and they were okay with that, even more okay with it when you told them what you ultimately wanted which they knew one day, they'd give you.

This took me so long to write, it's not even funny. I've had this in the works for months.

Warnings: smut, gangbang, threesome, foursome, semi-public sex, size kink, overstimulation, spit roasting, face fucking, face sitting, fingering, explicit language.

You held three Ph.D.s, two you got before you were sent to Pandora, and one you got once you were hired by the RDA. They hired you for your doctorates in medicine but once they found out about your interest in alien biology, they let you in on a more secret side of the RDA. They then started to teach you about the Na’vi and their biology, at least what they knew. You received half of your education on Earth with the RDA and then you were sent to space to learn the other half.

Once you had that third Ph.D. in Na’vi biology, you were a qualified doctor for the Na’vi. You started to learn on the job too, you started to piece together more and more and learn more. At this point you were 24 and held three PhDs, you felt very proud of yourself for achieving that on your own.

Then you were offered a new assignment.

You were to be the recom’s doctor.

It was a higher pay grade and would offer more experience, so you took it without really knowing what it entailed.

Seeing the recom soldiers up close was scary, they were tall, like real tall and they were extremely muscular. They could snap you in half in two seconds, part of you wanted them to, they were hot even for being blue.

“This is your doctor; she holds three PhDs. Two for medicine and one for Na’vi biology. She was a doctor before and now she’s one for your Na’vi bodies. You will treat her with respect and she is your only doctor. She is available for you 24/7, just give her a call.”

The head surgeon from the medical department announced you to the soldiers, you could feel them eyeing you up. You wanted to hide under baggy clothes the way you felt, their eyes were burning into your skin. The surgeon left and you stood there with the file he gave you before you both entered.

“Hi, my name is (y/n). As you’ve been told I’m your doctor. It will take me some time to remember everyone’s names, but I never forget a face. I will need to go over everyone’s files as well to ensure I know any previous medical problems. Although, you probably can already tell that if your body was hurting before, it isn’t anymore. You probably also can tell that your body is about twenty years old and I know that to be a corporal and a colonel takes years of experience. So, your once-decaying bodies are now brand new. You're pretty much deadly with all the experience you have in such a young body.”

You smiled up at them as you flicked through pages of files on the soldiers in front of you. They looked dumbfounded, you just proved you were more than a pretty face and could handle your own. You earned their respect without even trying, the soldiers couldn’t believe that you were as smart as you were. You looked at each person’s files, ensuring that you matched the name and the face. You’d look down for a moment and read then flick your head up to each different person.

“I will have to get some blood work done; we have samples I just need to read through everything. So far, no red flags, which is good. Everyone is cleared for duty, also good. None of the other scientists put up any red flags. I would like to do a one-on-one with each person at some point to talk through some things and ensure I have any concerns you guys have noted. We have all your human medical files as well, so don’t think I don’t know how you were before.”

You pointed at them and smiled as you walked out of the room.

“God, is it just me or is she hot, like hot hot,” Lopez said.

“Not just you, bro,” Prager said with a smirk.

“Would you just shut up, no one hits on that doctor. You’d tear the poor girl apart with how tiny she is,” Zdog rolled her eyes and pushed Lopez lightly on the arm.

“I could be into that,” Fike shrugged.

“How about you all shut up,” Miles said while Zdog rolled her eyes again.

“Sorry colonel,” some of the boys said.

The next day you started to call the recoms in for a one-on-one with you, just to gather more information on them and any concerns they had. Some worried about things they dealt with as a human coming back, you told them what you knew. There was a possibility of it never returning as the Na’vi DNA may never allow it to but if it did come back, you’d treat it. Most were comforted by what you told them; they didn’t like the diet they had to follow though.

Their avatar bodies couldn’t handle as much sugar as normal human bodies could, their digestive tract worked differently, they couldn’t stomach human food that well either.

However, one physical stood out to you, you were talking with Zdog. You talked to her about her past and how she felt now, you asked her questions about her body. You had her take her shirt off and you traced your hand on her muscular arms and back. You were feeling how her muscles striated to ensure she wasn’t having muscle cramps like she talked about.

“You haven’t even bought me dinner first doc,” She smirked.

Your one finger traced up her forearm to her bicep and you smiled up at her.

“I wanted to get the second base first,” you winked at her.

“Did you just want to feel me up or is there another reason?”

“Hm, I mean I am checking to see how your muscles lay so you don’t get cramps, but I am enjoying this.”

“I can flex if you want, I know you’d enjoy that.”

“I’m okay. I don’t need to change quite yet, I just barely got dressed.”

“Hm, baby, all you had to do was ask and I’d take ‘em off for ya.”

You felt your body heating up, you told yourself you wouldn’t get with them, but you couldn’t deny how good this felt.

“Okay, it seems like your muscles lay fairly flat, but if they keep spasming, just come in and I can massage it.”

Zdog sat back down on the recom-sized bed and you went to grab your notes but before you could Zdog picked you up and placed you on her lap. Your knees bent and placed on either side of her legs; you were spread open for her.

“I quite like you sitting like this and how red your face is.”

She moved your hips forward and back lightly, your eyebrows twitched and she smiled down at you. She moved in to kiss you and you turned your head away, you were nervous. She kissed your neck instead; she could feel you squirm on top of her as she did. She kissed up your neck to your cheek then finally kissed your lips, her finger held your head in place so you couldn’t shy away.

“I told myself I wouldn’t get involved with you guys.”

“Who said anything about anyone more than me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked away, her fingers moved your head back to look at her.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

“I’m going to tell you something and you can’t tell a single fucking goddamn soul. Is it bad that I’ve been thinking about you guys gang-banging me?”

She laughed, “oh pretty girl, the boys would love to hear that. They talk about you nonstop. Although, I do kinda just want you to myself.”

“Then I’m all yours.”

“Really?”

“As long as you can share.”

“I have to share with those idiots.”

“Yes, but not yet. You had the guts to get me on top of you so you get first dibs. Until they ask me, it’s just you.”

“Pretty girl, I’m so happy. Fuck. I didn’t think I’d ever taste another pussy ever again.”

You snorted out a laugh at that, “you hang around boys too much.”

And that is how it started, Zdog now had insider knowledge about you and she would occasionally leave to go see you without saying anything to anyone else. She would go to your lab and eat you out like her life depended on it, she fingered you like it was the last thing she’d ever do. You loved that girl so much, but you also longed for the soldiers, you’d look at them when you went in to check up on the other recoms. You wanted to throw yourself at them but they had to approach you and only then would you tell them about you and Zdog.

Next was Lyle Wainfleet, he couldn’t hold himself back, he wanted to talk to you for so long. Then he got his wish, he got a chance to visit you and talk to you and it wouldn’t feel awkward. He was being stupid and happened to slice his arm open.

At two in the morning.

He held a towel over the cut as he went to your room, you told them where it was so that at night time they could come and see you if they got hurt or something happened. You were a doctor, you were used to being on call, not to mention you were their only doctor.

You heard a knock at your door, it woke you up, you heard the knock again and you stood up out of bed and grabbed a sweater and answered the door. Lyle looked at you, he could tell you just woke up. Your hair was slightly messy, you were in your pajamas and you were rubbing your eyes.

“Sorry to wake you but I uhh.”

“Oh my God, Lyle,” you opened the door and ushered him into your room.

“Sit on the bed,” you grabbed your first aid kit from your bathroom and ran over to him.

You took your sweater off and tied back your hair, you washed your hands and put gloves on, you took the towel off and wiped the area around the wound. It kept oozing blood, you placed several gauze pads on the wound, hoping it would help stop the blood flow.

“You’ll be okay, I think you’ll need some stitches, it's hard to say now with all the blood. You’ll get a cool scar too.”

“I’m always down to have a sick scar. I’m always in need of pretty ladies asking me where they are from,” Lyle winked at you.

“Where did you get it from?” You smiled up at him.

“I was being stupid. Throwing my knife around, testing out my reflexes.”

“That is pretty stupid.”

“You’re not even gonna try and make me feel better.”

“Sorry, can’t give you lollipops.”

“Well, maybe you have something else I can suck on?” Lyle wiggled his brows.

“Oh my God, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“I hope not, I haven’t even gotten to take you out.”

“You wanna take me out?”

“Of course, buttercup. I can’t let my favourite girl be all alone.”

“Well, I haven’t exactly been alone.”

“What do you mean? You got some boyfriend we don’t know about?”

You laughed, “no, but Zdog beat you to the punch.”

“You mean to tell me, my teammate got to you first? Fuck and I was banking on you really having a thing for me.”

“I do and you’re lucky I made Zdog share.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want all of you. Just wanted you guys to ask me. And you took your fucking sweet ass time.”

“Well, how long ago did you and Zdog start?”

“Hm, about two weeks ago.”

“So, like when you started basically.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Fuck, she’s got some big balls.”

“Bigger than yours I bet.”

“We’ll measure one day.”

You laughed, “I’ll hold you to that. She’s been real fucking good though. I’ll tell ya, none of the boys I’ve been with before hold a candle to her. She is amazing with her tongue.”

“Are you trying to make me hard?”

“Maybe.”

“God, you are so fucking pretty,” Lyle said as he grabbed your face and brought you close to his.

“You can kiss me after I stitch your arm, kay.”

“Sure thing, doc.”

Once the bleeding slowed significantly, you cleaned the area and stitched him a few times in the middle of the cut. Lyle handled it like a big boy and took the pain of your stitching him up and cleaning it out. You placed new gauze on the wound and wrapped his arm up.

“There. Good as new,” you said as you started to clean up the area.

You threw out the packaging and your gloves and placed the needle off to the side to be disinfected. You packed up your kit and put it back and then washed your hands and walked back to Lyle sitting on your bed. You stood in between his legs; his hands rested on your hips.

“Didn’t get to tell you this earlier but your pajamas are cute.”

You only then looked down and realized you were wearing pajama pants that sat low on your hips and a cropped tank top showing a decent amount of cleavage.

“Your skin is so warm and you're so small. Like my hands wrap around your hips like nothing.”

You leaned down and kissed him, his one hand rested on the back of your head the other kneaded the flesh of your butt. When you pulled away, Lyle looked down at you with his classic smirk. His hand on your head moved back to your hip, and from there it moved to the front of your pajama pants. His hand slipped down the front of it, your eyes never left each other’s. Lyle let out a faint fuck when his finger slipped inside your pussy.

You let out a small whimper, you could tell he knew what he was doing, he had experience from before. You gripped his forearm and avoided his injured arm by grabbing his hand just trying to keep yourself quiet, he knew what you were doing.

“You want the other to know, then stop keeping yourself quiet,” Lyle said quietly to you.

You furrowed your brows again, you started to let out your small breathy moans. Occasionally you would whimper and Lyle’s smile would get wider. You moved to sit on his lap, your legs were barely supporting you as it is.

Now you were seeing two people, every now and then you’d spend nights with them or during appointments you’d usually be a little more loving with them than the others.

Next, was Alexander Ja and it happened totally out of the blue, he was a lot more ballsy than any of the others so far. He was in for an appointment, his shoulder was bad again, something about the way he was lifting in the gym. He didn’t really understand the muscle system as well and needed your input, you had him move it a few ways and see how it moved.

You could tell it was his wrist that was weak and causing his shoulder to take the load. You were massaging it for him and told him what exercises to do to help strengthen his wrist. As you massaged his shoulder and back and neck and arm a little, he knew he was in trouble. He moved his other arm to cover the front of his pants, he was getting hard just from you touching him. Grabbed your wrists and turned himself around to face you, you looked at him in his eyes trying to figure out what was happening.

As you opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong, he moved in and kissed you. You, of course, kissed back, your hands wrapped around his neck. He pulled you close up to his body, he forgot all about how hard he was and when it touched you, you looked down.

“Baby, is this all for me?”

He curled in on himself, he was embarrassed, his cheeks tinged purple.

“Don’t be embarrassed baby, I’ve been waiting.”

“Waiting?” His ears moved and he looked back up at you.

“I’ve been wanting to be with you guys for a long time.”

“What do you mean by you guys?”

“All the recom soldiers,” you said bashfully.

“Wait, who have you slept with so far?”

“Zdog then Lyle. Only those two so far. I’m waiting for you guys to ask me. I want it to be natural.”

“So, I’m third then?”

“Yes, you are. I was waiting for when the next one of you got some balls and started something.”

“I can’t wait to tell the other guys.”

“Don’t. Not yet. I want them to find out after they ask. I asked Z and Lyle to keep it airtight.”

“I mean talk has been going around about how Lyle and Z seem happier and how they sneak out a lot. Do they know you’re seeing someone else?”

“I told them they had to share. I want all of you. I told Z that I want you all to fuck me.”

Ja laughed, “you don’t come across as that fuckin’ horny to me.”

“I just want you to all gang-bang me. Like how on earth did I fall for an entire team of reincarnated soldiers in bodies that are huge compared to mine? And blue.”

“We can be gentle. We will take care of you.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

“Plus, I do know how to help you if we happen to hurt you.”

“Good point, but maybe I want to be thrown around by you guys.”

“Man, does Lyle know how kinky you are?”

“We’ve dabbled.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait till they all start to get all up on you.”

Once you and Ja started to hang out, it didn’t take long for Fike and Prager to find out. Those three were closer to each other than the others so of course Ja was going to spill to them after they pressed him.

Now you had Fike and Prager knock at your door at three in the morning, you were up looking through files even though you shouldn’t have. You were in your pajamas, eyeliner smudged all over your eyes from rubbing them. You had your pen shoved into your messy bun that was in the process of falling out, and you were chewing on your highlighter. The knock on the door made your head lift up and you sat up straight, you pushed your chair out and you stood up, walking towards your door.

When you opened your door, you were faced with two large blue men, you looked up at them and smiled, not even remembering how you looked.

“Shouldn’t you guys be sleeping?”

“We should be saying that to you,” Fike said as he leaned against the door frame.

“You could but I’m doing work, even if I shouldn’t.”

“I mean, you look like a hot mess so you probably should get some sleep.”

You started to say what as you sunk back into your room to look in the mirror, “oh my God, I’m a disaster.”

“You’re still cute, baby. Don’t worry,” Fike winked at you.

“I have smudged eyeliner all over my eyes. I look like a raccoon.”

“A pretty one.”

“Stop. You said it yourself. I’m a hot mess. What are you guys doing here anyways?”

“We got some information from Ja,” Prager finally spoke.

“He squealed, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“How much do you guys know?”

“Everything. Like how you wanna be fucked by all of us. Let me tell ya, that had me going right away,” Fike said.

“So, let me guess. You guys want in too then?”

“Obviously,” Fike smirked pushing you lightly back into your room.

“Are you guys all into me or something? I mean I wanted you all but I didn’t think I’d get it.”

“We are soldiers and not many humans around here want us like this. Except you. We still want to be with a human and God you are gorgeous,” Prager said as his hand cupped your cheek.

“Well, I hope Ja told you everything because you guys do have to share.”

“We can share. If Lyle’s been doing it then it can’t be that hard,” Fike said moving to stand next to Prager looking down at you.

You had to stop yourself from laughing.

“So, is this what you’re into? Fucking blue aliens twice the size of you?” Fike asked.

“Not necessarily. It’s the dominating aura mostly and the height thing.”

“Knew it,” Fike looked at Prager with a smirk.

“You do realize these bodies are bigger everywhere. There is no way you can take us,” Prager said looking worried.

“Maybe not, but I’m willing to try. I like how much smaller I am compared to you guys. Like your hand is the size of my torso and Z barely has to do anything with her tongue to get me to-“ you stopped your rambling and looked down, blushing a little.

“Wanna finish that sentence sweetheart?” Fike said taking his finger and placing it under your chin and pushing your head up slightly to look at him.

Fike was smirking like a madman, it made you smile just knowing he was getting a kick out of this.

“I haven’t had any penetration from you guys yet. I know Lyle keeps trying and I’ll be honest I’m nervous. I’ve studied Na’vi biology, I know what you guys are packing. I’ve just done hand stuff and mouth stuff. I’m nervous of the pain I guess, I’m nervous that I’ll find out I actually can’t take you.”

“Not to worry babe, I’ve seen this porn where the girl takes a lot and I mean a lot,” Fike looked so serious.

“I don’t think you're helping,” Prager said.

“I want to. Just not yet. Now, which one of you wants first dibs?”

Fike wasted no time in picking you up by your armpits until you were face to face with him, he picked you up like you were nothing and your legs wrapped around his torso. He kissed you with passion like he was dying and your lips were the cure. His hand ran up the back of your shirt, his fingers felt heavenly against your skin. Prager joined in behind you and was kissing up your neck, you pulled away from Fike and kissed Prager. Your neck turned to the side and Prager moved to kiss your lips, Fike barely stopped, he moved right into sucking down your neck. Prager’s hands gripped your hips and Fike’s stay buried under your tank top.

“Hey, Fike are you in here Colonel’s got us – what’s going on?”

You guys never heard the door open, even with Prager and Fike’s good hearing they didn’t either. It was Mansk, he came looking for the absentee soldiers and never expected he’d be walking in on this.

“You wanna taste?” Fike looked at Mansk with a smirk.

“I don’t know,” Mansk replied dumbfounded.

“Come on, pretty much everyone else is already in on it. And look how desperate she is. Pretty much begging for us to make her ours.”

“We can’t do that. She’s too little.”

“You’ll turn her on if you keep saying that.”

“She looks pretty turned on already.”

“Come on, just one little kiss and she’s all yours. Don’t pretend like you don’t want her like you’re not so desperately horny.”

“It’s just one simple kiss,” Prager finally joined in on the conversation.

“I want this Mansk, don’t hold yourself back. I’m here for you for all of you.”

Mansk didn’t reply he just steadily walked over and Prager moved away to allow Mansk into his position. You smiled at Mansk as he got close to you, you reached your hands up and pushed his glasses up and onto the top of his head. You smiled at him and leaned closer to him, you pressed your lips to his and kept your hands on the sides of his head.

“I have been, wanting to do that for such a long time. Having you touch me and having to look at you. It was killing me. But now I have you,” Mansk said resting his forehead on yours.

“Yes, you do. As long as you can share.”

“Share with who? These two?”

“No, pretty much your whole team besides Walker and Lopez.”

“I’m surprised Lopez hasn’t already come begging at your feet.”

“Honestly me too. He gives me fuckboys vibes. Thought he’d be before Lyle.”

“Who was first?”

“Zdog.”

“Really. Doesn’t surprise me as much as I feel though, she is super ballsy.”

“So, now that we’re all a part of the club, what do we do?”

“Think of me like your girlfriend that you share with multiple people. Do whatever you want.”

“Wait, actually?” Fike asked.

“Yeah, what did you think I was doing? Using you guys for my own pleasure? The other day Lyle came in here asking me to give him head ‘cause he was too tired to do anything himself. This is a two-way thing; care about me as much as I care about all of you. Well, I want to be with all of you, I wouldn’t say I love any of you yet. I wouldn’t be upset if it got to be that way, but this is more than sex. I don’t mind helping you out if you want it or just talking if that’s what you need.”

“God, how did we get so lucky to have you as our doctor,” Prager said resting his chin on your head.

“I’m just weird, I wouldn’t say you guys are lucky.”

“When are you telling the others?” Mansk asked.

“I don’t want to tell them; I want them to come to me. I want it to be natural not forced. The way you found out is less than ideal but I don’t regret it, I wanted you to be a part of this just on your own terms.”

“I did decide, a long time ago, just didn’t have the guts.”

“It’s okay, I know I’m scary.”

“You are the furthest thing from scary,” Prager chuckled.

“I’m super mean and tough. Just you wait.”

“Now I’m really scared.”

“You should be, I know how to tease.”

“You sure do.”

Now, the next person to find out more or less found out a while ago and just waited for the right opportunity. Walker saw you sneak into Zdog’s room many times to count, she liked to watch as you walked in and left a few hours later. She would listen to the both of you talk, and talk less about medical stuff and more about how much you loved each other. She would listen to you both giggle then listen to your muffled moans, listen to Zdog eat your pussy and her telling you to keep quiet.

She would be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on to hear you both, she wanted in, she just had to wait till the right moment. She heard you and Zdog talking earlier about you coming to her again, she picked up enough to know that when you were coming here that meant Zdog was giving. She knew you had to wear the oxygen mask when you came into the recom areas, but if Zdog was going to your room then she was receiving more than likely.

She could just imagine how it would feel to have your tiny mouth on her, Zdog was one lucky bitch.

She sat in the common room and waited for you to sneak your way in, like a little mouse. As she heard you punch in the door code, she could feel herself smirking. She watched as you slowly walked over to Zdog’s door, you were about halfway when she spoke up.

“Look at the little mouse scurrying around.”

You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at Walker sitting on the couch, she was smirking.

“Come here.”

You stood there like a dead fish; you didn’t know what to do but slowly walked over. You knew Zdog would be expecting you soon, but you were here just not with her, she’d understand. You stood in front of Walker and she looked at you and smiled, she grabbed your hips and pulled you down to sit on her thigh. Walker leaned forward and put her lips by your ear.

“See, isn’t this a much better spot than Zdog’s bed?”

Fuck, this girl was fucking you dumb and she wasn’t even fucking you, you felt like you couldn’t even speak, you felt naïve, like for once you didn’t have control over what was happening. Walker grabbed your hips and slowly started to move them back and forth, your eyebrows furrowed as you pursed your lips together to keep quiet.

“I know you’re enjoying yourself. Just warming you up for Z. I have heard you talking about being shared with the others in the team.”

You nodded your head slowly at first then sped up, your brain felt slow, she was doing something to you no one ever could, she was making you shut your mouth and take orders.

“Move your hips on your own.”

Again, you nodded and started to move your hips back and forth, gripping her arms as you did.

“Can’t believe all I had to do to get you wrapped around my finger was to get you off.”

“She’s not that easy.”

Both you and Walker turned your heads to look in the direction of Zdog’s bedroom, Zdog stood by the door frame, just shutting her door as she walked over to you both.

“You stole my girl,” Zdog said.

“I thought she didn’t belong to anyone. If anything, she’s ours.”

“She was supposed to be with me tonight.”

“Well, now she’s with us and I have to say, her riding my thigh, I get why you guys like her so much.”

“Wait till she's under you, then she gets real cute.”

“She’s already a mess and we’ve barely started. How does any of the guys get work done knowing she’s around?”

“I don’t know, ‘cause I know I don’t.”

“You guys make me sound horrible,” you whimpered out.

“You are baby, you make all of us hate doing anything else,” Zdog said.

“Why don’t we get comfy in Zdog’s room, that way we get no intruders.”

“Pretty much everyone knows,” you said.

“Yeah, but we want you to ourselves,” Walker said picking you up.

Lastly was Lopez, now he was a little different, he is probably the worst after Lyle in terms of horniness. However, that man was raised right, he wanted to wait till he saw interest from you and then wine and dine you. But after some time, that man shot his shot, the smile you gave him made him nervous like he did something wrong. He was sat on the table in the recom medical room, he felt defeated.

“I’ve been waiting. You’re lucky I had some of your team to keep me company in the meantime.”

“You have! Wait did you say team?”

“Well, you’re the last to know, so basically, I told Z that I wanted you all to fuck me gang-bang style and then it kinda went from there.”

“You had me had at gang-bang.”

“Well now that you know I can be extremely open ‘cause it was kinda killing me.”

“So, I can be very open with you in the recom-only areas.”

“You can be open with me where ever you damn well please. Except, keep it professional if my boss is around.”

“So, I could just,” Lopez grabbed you and pulled you into him and lifted you up and kissed you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your lips moved together. His large hand held your back and one rested under your butt to help keep you up, your hands wrapped around his neck and played with his braid a little.

Now everyone knew.

But wait, I know what you’re thinking, where’s the colonel, he’s our daddy so where he at?

Well, the first time you met all the recoms you were doing some checkups on them and trying to attach names to faces. The second Miles looked at you, he was down bad, like really bad. He went to your office later that day and just walked in.

Your head flicked up and you smiled, “hello colonel, what can I do for you?”

“Stand up.”

“What?”

“I said, stand up.”

You slowly stood and faced him, your head almost tilting all the way back to look at his eyes. He grabbed you from your armpits and lifted you up to stand on your office chair, your hand grabbed his forearms as he lifted you.

It was at this point you knew you were fucked, that slight tinge of wanting to get with one of the recoms just turned tenfold. You knew you wanted to be gang-banged by all of them, just him lifting you up made you thirst for them.

You held onto the colonel’s arms as you stood on your soft rollie desk chair, you still only came up to his pecs.

“Can I help you with something Colonel?”

“You’re so fucking oblivious to all the stares you got in there. You’re so blind to how fucking gorgeous you are.”

“Colonel I –“

“Miles. Call me Miles.”

“Miles? What are you getting at?”

Then he kissed you, he had his hands on your body and you kissed back, you couldn’t lie, he was good-looking even in a Na’vi body.

“I want to be with all of you guys,” you said mindlessly as your lips pulled apart.

“What do you mean?”

“All the recoms. I want all of you guys.”

“Look who’s greedy now.”

“Just to be fucked by all of you at once, ugh.”

Miles smiled at you, his grin was big and wide, “I can make that happen. Luckily, we can share. Once everyone else is on board then we can get started.”

That was how that first day went, you now knew what you wanted and the colonel was all good with it. As you started to get different soldiers confessing to you, you and Miles would still meet up and have time for each other. So many times, you met up and ended with his lips on yours with his hand down your pants or his mouth on your pussy. After the orgasms he gave you, you’d try your best to suck him off with your mouth as small as it is or use your hands as small as they were. There’d be times when you narrowly missed having the other recoms catch you with him, like the night Fike and Prager came by. You were only up so late doing work because Miles came by and distracted you for some time.

Now you found yourself being very open, all the soldiers thought everyone knew but the colonel, boy were they wrong.

“All we have to do is tell the colonel,” Ja said as you sat on his lap next to Prager.

“Regardless, everyone knows so now you can be very open. Lyle has adapted well. He likes to sit me on the countertop and make out with me, he truly couldn’t care less.”

“Lyle is always like that. He and the colonel are close, he could handle the heat,” Ja replied holding back a laugh.

“And you can’t?” Prager said.

“No, the colonel is just, I don’t know, intimidating.”

“Glad to know you find me intimidating.”

Prager and Ja turned their heads around to see the colonel leaning against the wall smiling, Miles moved to sit across from you and the boys.

“Come here,” Miles said.

As Ja went to give you to Prager so he could get possibly reprimanded, you ran over to the colonel and straddled his lap. The colonel’s large hands fell to your hips, his hands slightly moved to squeeze your butt cheeks a little. Ja and Prager’s mouths were wide open, they couldn’t believe that he knew and you were that obedient to him.

The team knew you to be submissive and have an attitude, you were bratty when you wanted to be. You knew how to push their buttons to get them to be rougher with you, that’s how you wanted it. But them seeing you do exactly as the colonel said was new to them, they hadn’t seen you with Walker yet though.

“Baby, how long has the colonel known?” Prager asked calmly with his hands together and elbow resting on his knees while looking down.

You turned your head around to smile at them, “he was the first. He started it.”

“How did you get her so obedient?” Ja asked.

“I’m the colonel how else,” Miles smiled then looked down at you, “I didn’t know you were bratty to the others.”

“You have a commanding aura that I can't help but get off to so, I can’t help but submit. But, I do need my fun.”

Soon enough all the recom knew and they didn’t hide that they were fucking you, they loved to be crass sometimes. You’d come in to take a look at them and you’d have Lopez smacking your ass as you walked by or have Walker lift you up and place you on the kitchen counter to kiss you. Before getting stopped by Mansk telling her not to finger fuck you where they prepare food.

It only got worse, or better, they liked to walk down very public hallways with you. You watched people’s eyes move up the recom you were with and then to you, their faces would look at you with different emotions but always the same three.

Fear.

Disgust.

Or bewilderment.

The recoms didn’t see it, or if they did, they didn’t talk about it. It didn’t bother you, if anything it made you chuckle. You liked that they looked nervous around you, you liked that they held fear. You would always watch as their eyes went to your hand which was wrapped around two of their fingers. That’s when they held fear, seeing that you were possibly more than professional with them. You liked it even more when you hadn’t washed your hair in a few days so it was up leaving your neck open for the world. The same neck that was riddled with hickies and bites that could only be from the Na’vi teeth, it just added fuel to the fire.

The hard part to explain was how you were always with a different recom, people wondered why you were acting romantic with all of the recoms. They didn’t understand, they didn’t know, they never would, they just saw that you were always holding a different recom’s hand, both the women and the men. It got better when you were with a few of them or a group, the looks were so much clearer, like they couldn’t hold back their astonishment.

You loved being with them and you loved the stares you got even more; you were just wanting for that one thing.

The gang bang.

What you’ve been wanting this whole time, the reason you started to take interest in them.

“Miles?” You asked as he sat in his office.

His head flicked up as he looked at you, a smile started on his face, “what do you need, cupcake?”

You bit your bottom lip, you were nervous to say it, you wanted to say it so badly. A smile crept up onto your face, you felt it getting hot, your teeth let go of your lip as you smiled wider thinking about it.

“I want you all to fuck me.”

He looked surprised, “really? Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“Yeah. I mean I think, but I want it.”

“We can try. I know the others want it. If it gets to be too much we can always stop.”

“I mean we’ve done other stuff as a group and individually. I should be able to take it.”

“Baby you’ve never taken us fully. You know how big we can be. I don’t want you to take too much. Especially, there are a lot of us taking each one of us can be a lot.”

“I can do it. Actually, Walker and Z have been trying to get my stamina up for this exact reason.”

“They have, have they?”

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting this since day one. I want to experience it.”

“I know sweetheart. I’m willing to give it to ya, just know the consequences.”

“So, is tonight good then? Everyone else should be okay with that. Everyone will be in their rooms, I don’t know exactly where we should – you know, but I’m good with whatever.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it.”

Later that night, all the recoms finished their workouts and showered and were lounging in their rooms. You were getting some last-minute work done before you’d head into the recom-only room. Only to get a knock on your office door, you stood up and walked to the door and opened it. There stood all of the recoms, your mouth was slightly ajar, you didn’t expect them to come here.

“We thought here was better for you. In your element, quite literally,” Lyle smirked as he walked in first.

You closed the door once they all entered, and you laughed as they all were drinking you in.

“So, we doing this?”

You nodded with a smile.

Lyle picked you up first, he sat you on one of the recom medical beds, your legs were so far off the floor. Lyle took your black heels off and let them fall to the floor, he then pushed your lab coat off your shoulders.

“Stop playing around. Let’s get to the good part,” Fike said.

“This is the good part, watching her squirm,” Lyle said with a smirk.

“Awe, look her face is going all red,” Zdog said with a degrading baby voice.

“Please just take my clothes off Lyle,” you said slightly whimpering.

“Nah uh uh. This is fun. Watching you beg and whine. We know what you want and we intend to give it to you. in due time,” Lyle said with a smirk.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you whined, your hips ground into the tabletop a few times. You were desperate, you knew that and they were toying with you. you watched them smirk at you and stare at you and every now and again they would breathe through their mask before dropping it back around their necks.

“You keep playing like that and you’ll be watching tonight princess.”

“No, please, Lyle just do something, I’m so fucking horny.”

“I know baby girl; I can smell it.”

That made you whine out, Lyle's large hand rested on your thigh as he stared at you and smirked at you. His hand slowly crept up to remove your shirt, your body instantly pushed into his palm. You saw a few of the soldiers take a seat in recom-sized chairs around the room, and a few decided to stand just to be really close to the main event. The soldiers moved the chairs closer to the table you were sitting on and sat around you like they were watching their favourite show.

You saw a few guys already unzip their pants and take their half-hard cocks out and start stroking them. You expected them to be big, but they were really big, even the smallest here was still too big.

You felt Lyle unzip the zipper on the side of your pencil skirt, he unzipped it but didn’t take it off.

“Lyle, please anything just – I can’t take it.”

Your body was rolling closer to him, you wanted more touch, more anything.

“Awe look at the poor girl, so hot and bothered and no one to help her out,” Zdog stood right next to Lyle.

She smirked down at you; her hand was on your cheek before dropping to your collarbone. Her finger lifted your chin up to look at her, her smile made you even wetter you swore. Her hand lifted off your skin and the next thing you felt was her hand going down your stomach and touching your clit. You whined out at the contact, but she didn’t move her fingers. Her smirk made you whimper, she knew what she was doing, she was torturing you more than Lyle was.

“Just fucking move, please. I need it so badly, please Z.”

“Your pleas and your begging are hard to resist but I don’t give up so easily.”

Your body started to try and move against her fingers, she wasn’t going to be so nice this time. She pinned you onto your back, your breath was rapid but God that only served to turn you on more.

“Baby, baby, baby. Behave and tonight will go as planned,” Zdog said as she kissed your forehead.

“Get me off and I’ll behave,” your bratty side was coming out.

Lyle slapped your hip, nothing hard but enough to shock you, “play nice. We’ve barely started.”

“I just wanna fucking cum.”

“Oh, you will baby. You’ll be begging us to stop,” Lyle said as he picked you up.

Zdog moved slightly and took her hand off you, Lyle pulled your skirt and panties off at once and laid you back down onto your stomach. He unclasped your bra and lifted your torso up slightly to pull it off you, he let your body drop that short distance.

“Now who wants first dibs?” Lyle asked with a smirk.

“Prepare her first, she might be dripping but she’s still tight,” Miles said as he leaned forward on his chair.

You knew he’d be controlling things tonight; he couldn’t help it; he’d always be in charge.

“Aye aye captain,” Lyle said as he dropped to his knees and ate you out.

Your hands clutched the foam bed, you ripped and crumpled the wax paper resting on the bed. The recoms watched your face as your brows furrowed and you slammed your eyes shut, your whines were making them eager. You were crying from the overstimulation, he was good with his mouth but you knew that already, you wanted the good stuff.

“Someone just fuck me already. I’m prepped enough, just give it to me.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you’re crying from not being stretched out enough,” Lyle said pulling away from your pussy.

“Ja, Prager, you two go first. One of your fucks her mouth, she won’t last many rounds and she won’t be able to take two of you at once,” Miles said as he leaned back in his chair.

You had a feeling he got off on telling people what to do and being extra authoritative, you could see how hard he was, the bulge in his pants was huge. He wasn’t even touching himself; he wasn’t even resting his hand on it. Thinking about how big he was and how restrained he was made you arch your back; he was smiling slightly as he saw you staring at him. That smug fucker knew what he was doing, he could get you off on his commanding tone and words alone and he fucking knew it.

“On it boss,” Prager said as he stood.

Ja stood as Lyle stepped back and Ja took his position, Prager moved by the table and he repositioned you so you could suck his dick and Ja could still fuck your brains out. Prager took hold of your hips well Ja went by your head; his large hand swept your hair back and he unbuttoned his pants. Looking right at Ja’s cock, it looked so much bigger right by your eyes, you opened your mouth when the tip hit your lips.

Before you took Ja’s cock into your mouth, Prager was fingering you, you were wet enough, he just wanted to ensure you were stretched enough. He pressed the tip to your small hole and slowly started to press in, he moved so slowly. He wanted to just thrust his hips with reckless abandon but he had to be considerate of you, he had to ensure you got used to him as he pushed inside.

You cried out as he got further in, the stretch was too much but it felt so good. Your hands gripped the table, Prager was still only halfway in and you were crying out, a few tears escaped your eyes. At this point, Ja pushed his cock into your open mouth, silencing your whimpers. Your mouth was small and you didn’t take a lot of Ja into your mouth, but you knew what you were doing. You brought your arms up to fondle his balls and the other stroked his shaft, your tongue was mainly focusing on stimulating the tip.

Ja was moaning out at the stimulation you were giving him, which made you feel good knowing that he was able to get off even with your tiny body. Prager on the other hand, still hadn’t bottomed out, he was close. When his hips finally hit your butt, he stayed buried deep inside you just waiting for you to calm down and adjust to how big he was.

When he finally decided to start moving out a little, your body was instantly reacting, your moans were just making Ja closer. You wrapped your lips around your teeth, your mouth was open as wide as it could go. You could barely feel Ja twitch in your tongue; however, Prager was pulling out further and pushing back in. You gripped the bed under you with all your might, your fingers ripped at the wax paper set out on the bed. Prager was getting faster and pulling out till the tip was the only thing inside, he thrusted back in with more force causing you to take Ja deeper as you were thrusted forward.

You felt so stuffed just from being spit-roasted, you knew Ja would come first, you could feel it. Prager was still thrusting into you harder; you knew he was close too. Every time he pushed in, he would push in deep and stay still for a moment, like he was expecting to fill you with his cum. He wouldn’t stop his ruthless pace; it made it easier to suck Ja off at least.

You felt Ja’s cum fill your mouth and fall down your throat, you felt it come out the sides of your mouth and drip down your chin and neck, there was so much, too much. Ja pulled out of your mouth and suddenly the room was filled with your strangled cries, you kept moaning out loudly just from Prager’s heavy thrusting. He came so deep in you; he probably was pushing past your cervix every time. You felt a few tears fall down your cheeks just from him cumming inside.

You probably would’ve cum yourself if you weren’t so busy taking in all the new feelings of them. You didn’t care that Prager didn’t make you cum because you had so much more to take.

Walker came up next, she didn’t even wait for the colonel to give an order. Once Prager pulled out, she immediately took his spot, she pretty much just shoved him over and flipped you back over. She smiled down at you, she heard no objections from Quaritch so she continued.

“Stupid boys, they don’t know how to treat a pretty girl like you. They’re so useless, they couldn’t even make you cum.”

You whimpered at her words, your hips lifted and ground into her abs.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb, baby,” Walker said as she wiped your cheeks from the few tears.

“Please,” you whimpered out.

She smiled as she kissed down your lips then your tits then down your stomach and landed on your clit. She started to suck on your clit, she lifted your hips up to really push her face to your body. Your hands gripped at her cornrows, your back arched and you cried out. You were so thankful that they made the med lab soundproof because there was no way you could hold back.

You could feel someone moving to lay on the bed, but you didn’t care, Walker’s tongue on you was all you needed to focus on. Then you were picked up by Walker and she sat you right by the head of Zdog, she smirked up at you. Zdog’s hand grabbed your hips and brought your pussy to her mouth, immediately you bent a little at the waist and gripped the bed as you moaned. Walker straddled Zdog’s stomach and started to finger you as Zdog ate you out.

You had two girls working on you to make you cum, Walker was kissing your neck and you leaned back into her chest. You couldn’t help your hips from moving back and forth to grind down on Walker’s fingers and Zdog’s tongue. It was only then that out of the corner of your eye, you could see Fike stroking himself, it made you smile that he was so turned on by the sight of the three females.

You flicked your head to the front of the bed, he moved and stood right by Zdog’s head and you leaned forward and started to wrap your lips around him.

“You boys will get your turn later, let us have her for at least a few minutes,” Walker spoke.

“I’ve been hearing her moan for too long; I’ll take what I can get,” Fike replied.

You had your hand on the base of his shaft and you took him as far as you could, you could feel him bruising the back of your throat more than Ja already did. Your moans were doing the same thing to him, causing his throbbing cock to twitch on your tongue. His hand gripped your hair and tried to shove himself further down your throat.

“Careful Fike. Otherwise, you’ll sit out,” Miles said with his hand on his mouth and his leg widely crossed over the other.

Fike pulled back a little but you went right back in, sucking him in further than he pushed in. He let out a guttural throaty moan.

“God woman, you really are our little slut, aren’t you?”

You knew you were close, but you probably still had a few seconds in you, but Fike’s words. You came on Zdog's tongue and Walker’s fingers in no time, just from Fike calling you their slut.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you sweetheart. You’re our slut. Only for us.”

You nodded lightly as he started to fuck your throat the best he could with his large cock. You were grinding harder on Zdog’s tongue and Walker’s fingers; you were getting impossibly hornier again. Fike came down your throat, he pulled out and wiped your mouth and held his thumb up for you to lick the remnants off.

You lifted yourself off Zdog and turned around to kiss Walker, you wanted to get her on her back so you could eat her out.

“No, no baby. Don’t waste your energy, you got a lot more to handle,” Walker said.

“But you guys need to get off too,” your brows furrowed as you looked up at you.

“Awe, you’re so cute but I’ll be okay. Me and Z always have each other while we watch you take more.”

“But I wanna taste you.”

“Another time,” Zdog said as she sat up and kissed your shoulder.

Lopez picked you up and he and Mansk went in next, Lopez smiled at you as he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his arms. He faced you towards Mansk who held you up and Lopez slid into your slick hole, your eyes were slammed shut and you whimpered as he pushed deep inside. You were lucky with him; he wasn’t as thick but so much longer. Once you were seated on Lopez with his arm wrapped around your waist, he waited for a moment before moving.

In that time, Mansk took his dick out and you went right to work, you grabbed it by the base and stroked it a few times before you took him into your mouth. Now that you were comfortable with the size and length of the recoms you took him deep and went right to bobbing your head. Lopez started to move his hips; he was fucking up into you.

Lopez held your hips as you leaned forward to suck off Mansk, Lopez used his grip on you to pull you up and down his cock. Your small hands gripped at his lower thighs, your nails digging into the rippling muscles of his legs. You could feel them flex every time he thrusted into you, it just made the feeling more overwhelming.

You knew Lopez was cumming, you could feel it, his cock was throbbing against your gummy walls. You couldn’t stand it, the feeling was so overwhelming, it felt good, not enough to make you cum, but it was a great feeling. His cum dripped down your thighs, mixing with all the other cum. Lopez pulled out slowly, your mouth didn’t leave Mansk’s dick.

It only took a moment for Lyle to slide in, he was like a giddy schoolgirl. You were bent over on your knees, supporting yourself while you sucked Mansk’s dick. Lyle ran his giant hand up your back, his other hand moved down your butt to spread your legs a little more.

“Fuck, look how red your pussy is. Have we been too rough?” Lyle slid his hand from your fucked out hole to your clit, he dragged yours and others' juices up with it. “Does that hurt baby? It’s so fucking red, you’ve been taking too much.”

Lyle slowly kissed your back a few times, letting his teeth lightly scrape over your skin. Every now and again he would lightly bite into your skin causing you to moan around Mansk’s cock. Lyle liked to play, he liked to have fun, he liked to watch you squirm as he degraded you. Lyle freed his cock from his cargo pants, he was already solid and had been since this whole thing started.

Lyle slowly pushed inside, you were stretched out quite well and very slick but still, you were such a tight squeeze. Lyle started to fuck you almost as brutally as he wanted, he held your waist and he just fucked you brutally. You were so focused on Lyle’s thrusts you didn’t even feel Mansk cum down your throat. He held your face as he pulled out of your mouth, your jaw was sore that you knew. You figured there was a possibility of waking up tomorrow with a bruised jaw and probably bruises all over your hips and legs.

Lyle went to town knowing you were everything he had in front of him, no one else was there to take your attention away. He leaned onto your back and wrapped an arm around your waist, his arm held both your bodies up as he lifted you to rest against his chest. His movements were shallower now but he reached so deep, causing your moans to be longer and more whiney.

It didn’t take long after that for his cum to drip your thighs along with yours shortly after. Your head was limp, you were sore and exhausted, Lyle pretty much was the only thing holding you up at this point. He slowly pulled out after a moment or two, you lay on the bed as Quaritch stared at you.

“Come here, cupcake,” Miles said lowly.

You slowly sat up with a whimper and climbed off the bed, your legs buckled slightly and Ja being closest to you went to catch you if you fell. You slowly stumbled over to Miles and rested your hands on his shoulders and straddled his legs. Miles' hands went to your hips and he made you grind on his bulge, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Take it out,” Miles said lowly and monotone.

You slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, you reached into his briefs and pulled out his hard cock. His hips grabbed onto you tighter and lifted you up enough to have you sink down on his cock. You whimpered out, you were so sensitive and overstimulated.

“How was your gang bang, cupcake?”

“So good, but tiring.”

Miles smiled and rubbed at your back, your head then rested on his pec and your arms were around his ribs and slowly fell limply at your side. You had fallen asleep with Miles’ dick deep inside you and you couldn’t have been more happy to end the day that way.

[enigmaticxbee]

XF AU - Fic Recs

When the world was unrecognizable and upside down, there was one thing that remained the same. You... were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant... my touchstone (or, alternate universe and canon-divergent fics):

Contemporary AUs:

A Companion Unobtrusive by @slippinmickeys - She needed a roommate. He needed a room.

The Annapolis Grant by @slippinmickeys - Fake relationship! Scully hires Mulder to pretend to be her boyfriend.

Aprons and Scrubs by @lokisgame - Scully’s a doctor and Mulder runs a bar.

Five Years and a Lifetime by @monikafilefan @slippinmickeys - One night stand AU. Five years later, Scully and Mulder work at the same pediatric hospital, and Scully's four year old daughter bears a striking resemblance to the picture of a dark haired girl that sits on Mulder's desk...

Skin by Annie Sewell-Jennings - In a world where Mulder and Scully have never met, fate intervenes and brings two worlds colliding in the city of Charleston, as a vicious murderer reigns and a storm approaches.

Sinners Come Down by aster_risk - Six years into her marriage to Daniel, Scully meets Fox Mulder at a bar one night, and they get talking and fucking over alcohol and self-pity.

In the Best Interest of the Child by @mldrgrl - When tragedy strikes, Mulder is forced to take guardianship of his young niece, but the matter is complicated by the arrival of a sister-in-law he's never met.

Historical AUs:

By the Dim and Flaring Lamps by @sunflowerseedsandscience - Civil War AU. Captain Mulder befriends Private Scully who’s hiding a secret…

The Countess and The Earl by @slippinmickeys - Regency Romance!

Old Growth Forest by Andrea - Mulder and Scully travel back to frontier times

Rocky Mountain Interlude Part 1 and Part 2 by Jacquie LaVa and Tess - Mulder and Scully travel back in time to solve the case of a Colorado mining ghost

The Science of Sex by @if-the-seascatchfire - Masters of Sex AU. Mulder and Scully are doctors in the late 1950s who undertake a years-long study about human sexuality, and as part of the research, they also have sex with each other - you know, for the science.

Out of this World:

The Magician by Suzanne Bickerstaffe and Jennifer Lyon - Fantasy series where Mulder and Scully travel to another world full of magic (one of the first fanfics I ever remember reading!)

Out of the Little Grove by @slippinmickeys - Crossover with His Dark Materials (a mashup truly made just for me, my 13 year old self would have been over the moon)

Blinded by White Light by @dashakay - Post-colonization. What are we, but the sum of our memories? A classic.

Julia and Gabriel by Mish - Post-colonization. A new identity, a new, dangerous society, an unchanged heart and soul. Gave me Hunger Games vibes for some reason (although written years before that was published)

Canon-Divergent: Pre or Early Series

Eleventh Hour by Rachel Anton - Mulder travels back in time to find college-aged Scully and change everything.

Belphagor’s Prime by Prufrock’s Love - When Scully disappears Mulder travels back in time to a pre-X-Files Scully for help.

In Another Life by @mldrgrl - What if there was no conspiracy? What if Mulder was just a regular FBI Agent? What if Scully was just a bureau pathologist?

How They Met by @peacenik0 - After an encounter at Scully’s FBI academy graduation party they must determine how to deal with their past and their undeniable attraction to one another when partnered up.

One Week at Quantico by CrossedBeams - What if Mulder had been teaching at the Academy when Scully was training…

Paging Dr. Scully by @mangokiwitropicalswirl - Mulder keeps ending up in Dr Scully’s ER.

Only One Choice by @sisterspooky1013 - Scully was never assigned to The X Files.

The Way Things Are by Sukie Tawdry - A season 1 one night stand changes everything. Baby-fic.

Departures & Arrivals by anarchybeauty - After the X Files are closed in 1994, Scully moves on. Two years later, she runs into Mulder in an airport.

Right Hand Return by humphreywrites - Scully is returned from her abduction with a baby, no memories of anything prior to her captivity and some PTSD.

12 Rites of Passage and 12 Degrees of Separation by Anne Hayes - mytharc story written very early in the series run.

parent_1 by @markwatneyandenesemble - It’s 1996, Mulder’s been off the X-Files for three years, and not speaking to Scully. They’ve almost moved on with their lives. Almost.

Canon-Divergent: Mid Series

A Different Place by @myownsuperintendent - When Mulder successfully brings one of the Samantha clones back from the farm with him in Herrenvolk, she must learn to adapt to a different life.

Once More With Feeling by skinfull - While on a stakeout Mulder is shot in the head and loses his memory.

Iolokus by rivkat and MustangSally - Mytharc AU. Painted across the barren and desolate reaches of Texas, the shadows of the Project put additional pressure on Scully and Mulder's already fragile relationship. After a hostage crisis raises more questions about the Project's breeding program, Scully begins her own investigation, leaving Mulder to choose between saving her and saving himself. Pretty disturbing but fascinating, a classic.

Arizona Highways by Fialka - Mytharc AU. Visions of Melissa lead Our Heroes on a case confirming the existence of a series of Emilys. But does Melissa really have a message, or is it all in Scully’s head? Another classic.

Heuvelmans' On the Track by @mashnotesofthemythopoeic - post-FTF mytharc AU, truly a ride you’ll never forget.

The Leap and Landfall by Ambress - Scully has a one time opportunity for motherhood, given to her by the Kurt Crawfords.

All That Is Dark and Bright by @malibusunset-xf-blog - Emily lives AU.

Five Years and One Night by Shalimar - Scully leaves the X-Files post-Emily but gets drawn back in when Mulder discovers Emily wasn’t the only child created.

Cubed by Louise Marin - Mid-season 6 Scully does a little body-swapping of her own. Can she and Mulder make it back to each other? Do they want to?

The Boy on the Beach and Tonight We're Gonna Party Like It's 1999 by @cecilysass - One moment she was sitting in the chair. Her chin up, her expression ice. And the next moment she was gone. Fantastic exploration of the Samantha storyline.

Canon-Divergent: Late or Post Series

40 Weeks by @malibusunset-xf-blog - What if the IVF attempt in Per Manum had been successful?

Mobius by L.A. Ward - Post-Requiem while investigating the disappearance of a physicist, Scully finds someone she didn't expect - Mulder. But is it her Mulder?

By the Wind Grieved by Karen Rasch - Mulder is returned several months post Requiem but he doesn't know who he is or what Scully and he are to each other. Together they must reclaim the past before their enemies take away their future.

Deadalive AU by @markwatneyandenesemble - Mulder is returned but is missing several years of memory.

The 13th Sign and 7 Days in May by Prufrock’s Love - Post-Deadalive. Mulder saw no reason for life, death, sex, Armageddon, or emotional dysfunction to stand in the way of true love.

Hurricane Season by rah and beduini - Post-Existence week at the beach with the Scully family and baby Wim.

Terra Firma series by @malibusunset-xf-blog - Post-Existence domestic family drama, a classic comfort read for me.

2008 by MystPhile - With the quest at an end, the X-Files closed in the year 2000. Our heroes went their separate ways. In 2008, they meet in Bloomingdale's and the past, present, and future are explored.

Dr. Scully's School for Exceptional Boys by Prufrock’s Love - More than a decade had passed. Mulder had no reason to hole up in his apartment alone, wearing a Three Dog Night T-shirt with dried mustard on the hem and blue jeans that had seen better days. He wasn't "saving himself" for anyone. Especially not Her. Though she remained epically, beautifully, brilliantly kick-A-S-S.

Machines of Freedom by Amal Nahurriyeh - post-IWTB. The end of the world is coming. And they're doing everything in their power to stop it.

North of Zero by @slippinmickeys - Post-IWTB, post-colonization. The bombs have fallen. The aliens have come. What’s next?

Canon Parallel AUs:

I've got you under my skin by cuits - In a universe where soulmate identifying marks exist and affect a part of the population, would Mulder and Scully's relationship evolve any different? Unfinished but complete through Existence so it still ends in a satisfying place.

Half-light by skuls - Mulder and Scully get a second chance.

The Family G-Man by Neoxphile and FelineFemme - A double tragedy strikes Mulder the week before Christmas of 2003. What if he could go back and change things, save the son one lost and give the other the family she wanted? Could it keep them safe?

[littlemourningstarr]

Dreamstate

Vette can't be sure why he agreed to leave his home in Secomber and follow Gale to Waterdeep- but he told himself the possibility of learning under such an accomplished wizard was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he needed to take it. But Waterdeep is a completely different world, and Vette is forced to realize just how alone he has always been- and that, perhaps, he felt it was justly deserved.

Chapter 2: Ink Stains

Read below or on AO3!

Pairing: Gale x Original Male Character

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Tags to be added as this journey continues, teacher-student relationship, fantasy racism, pining, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, if you squint there is some past sexual trauma

Vette fought the urge to drum his fingers, the silence of the lecture hall suffocating. The students were scribbling away on parchment, many twisting their lips or brows in concentration as they tried to recall what Gale had lectured about, yesterday.

The sorcerer flipped the page in his book. He wasn’t required to take any tests like the students- officially, he wasn’t one. But gods did he wish that meant he didn’t have to wear the stupid student robes over his clothes. He still felt they were suffocating.

There hadn’t been a test planned- but the students had been exceptionally unruly, today. Most had stopped paying attention to Gale as he went into the intricacies and many uses of Seeming today- and it had sent him over the edge. He’d slammed a book closed on his desk and then ordered the students to begin summarizing everything he’d discussed yesterday.

Vette wasn’t sure why they were here, if they didn’t want to pay attention to what Gale lectured on. Weren’t they just wasting their time? While illusionary magic wasn’t Vette’s specialty, he understood the many benefits to it- and it impassioned Gale, enough that Vette could almost begin to miss the circles, under the man’s eyes.

He was quite sure Gale was still awake, every night when Vette turned in- and he was always already awake, when Vette awoke. He wasn’t sure when the man was even sleeping.

He flipped a page again, as the silence was shattered by Gale clearing his throat. An entire room of heads lifted, attention focused on him and where he sat at the desk. “You may place your assignment on my desk on your way out. If you haven’t yet finished, then it is obvious you did not pay attention to anything I spoke of yesterday.”

Vette watched as students began standing, shuffling papers together, gathering books. A few headed down to Gale’s desk looking unconcerned- and he assumed they had paid attention. The lesson bled directly into this one, after all.

“I just don’t see the point, Professor Dekarios.” Vette turned his attention to the voice, noted there was a student in the lower row, leaning back in his seat, a rather smug yet annoyed look on his face. He had honey colored hair, tied back at the base of his neck, showing off the points of his ears, the high rise of his cheekbones. Some high elf, if Vette had to guess- though he couldn’t ascertain an age. The man could have been twenty or two hundred for all he knew. “These spells are pointless. When are you going to teach us something useful?”

Gale stood up then, hands placed on his desk, leaning forward. Irritation caused his forehead to crinkle, vague lines to show at the corners of his eyes. “Can you tell me what spell I focused on yesterday?”

The student was silent.

And Gale, he gave a little smirk. “If you can’t even tell me the spell, then how can you deem it useless?”

“No one left here can name it,” the student continued, glancing about, noting that more than half the students had filed out.

“Hallucinatory terrain.”

The student jerked his head at the sound of Vette’s voice, turning and leveling a hard glare up at him. From just a row of seats up, the elf looked tiny.

Still, Vettee stood up, rising to his full height- a bit taller than Gale, and certainly taller than the average high elf. “It’s not a difficult spell to remember discussing, as we heard at length how it is best to conjure up images of places you have personally visited. Experienced magic users can craft illusions from descriptions they’ve read or images they’ve seen- and then the most gifted can create the illusion based on imagination alone.”

The student wrinkled his nose, and said with a hint of boredom, “Who the hells even are you?”

Vette didn’t know how to answer that. His name? His place of birth? Did he try to add a title to make him seem fearsome, like slayer of chosen lich abominations?

No, too wordy.

“He’s my apprentice,” Gale said, saving Vette the trouble. And yes, apprentice would be the appropriate word for it, wouldn’t it? Even if Vette and Gale hadn’t had a moment to train in private yet. “And he is completely correct.”

The student stood up quickly then, nearly shoving a few books off the table in front of him. “You don’t take apprentices, Professor Dekarios. You’ve made that clear.”

Gale shifted his eyes from the student to Vette, and said with a smile, “I do now.”

*

By the time they arrived back at the tower for the evening, the sun was already beginning to set. Vette was quick to disappear to his room, strip off that student robe, take a moment to roll his neck, his shoulders. A full week of sitting in a classroom was very quickly showing him he was not cut out for the environment. Sitting still that long left his muscles aching, and while he found Gale’s lectures enjoyable, he found he would have the itch to try and begin casting whatever Gale was discussing halfway through his speech.

But that would cause him to stop talking, and Vette did quite like the sound of his voice.

He frowned at himself, shaking his head and pushing the thought away. He left his room, heading for Gale’s study. He rapped his knuckles against the solid, thick wooden door- could just hear Gale within telling him to come in. Vette pushed it open, stepping in, found Gale was already sitting at his desk, the student’s assignments spread out over his desk. He’d shed his teaching robe himself, already had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbows and ink beginning to stain one of his fingers.

And he looked utterly miserable.

“Half of what they wrote is nonsense,” Gale said, gesturing towards the mess of papers- some already sporting a mess of notes scrawled along the margins. Vette wasn’t sure how he’d already made progress, he had only left him fifteen minutes ago, at most.

Frowning, Vette walked closer, reached out for Gale’s hand and pulled it away from the paper, forcing him to drop the pen he had been using. A bead of ink bled onto the paper, smudging out a word. “You’ve done enough teaching for more than a month, and it’s been a week. Stop.”

Gale glanced at their hands, and Vette had the urge to pull his away. Instead he held firm, keeping his stare level with Gale.

“I have neglected my promise to you,” Gale murmured, even as he didn’t look at Vette. He rubbed a finger between his knuckles, left a smear of black ink behind. “Forgive me, I’m not being a very good teacher to you.”

Vette’s frown deepened. “That’s not what I meant when I said stop.” But it should be- again, that was why he was here. But he told himself that Gale would be no use to him exhausted, worn thin.

Gale hummed, still not looking up at Vette. The half-drow had no idea what was so intriguing about his hand that Gale kept looking at. But he couldn’t bring himself to ask, couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge that he had been watching the wizard so intently. “Perhaps a bit of a break is in order,” Gale agreed, finally pulling his hand from Vette’s and pushing his chair back, standing up. “This mess will be here tomorrow, after all. Can I interest you in joining a tired wizard for a drink? Perhaps a view of Waterdeep’s nightlife?”

*

The Yawning Portal was the busiest tavern Vette had ever set foot in, in his life.

He had stuck close to Gale’s side when they arrived, feeling almost shell shocked from the sheer life pulsing from the establishment. The inside was large, a band playing in one corner as patrons drunkenly danced and laughed between tables. The bar itself was even crowded.

Yet somehow Gale found a small table, big enough for the two of them to stand at, away from the music and the rowdiest part of the tavern. Gale left Vette there to procure them some drinks- and the half-drow forced himself to swallow down any anxiety he had. Even if this was the biggest tavern of his life, he’d spent plenty of time in the taverns back home in Secomber. And they often entertained travelers, who tended to be more unhinged than local folk- what did they have to lose, after all? In a few days they’d be gone, leaving whatever sordid and strange acts they’d committed behind to be forgotten.

Still, Vette was more than pleased when Gale returned- holding two cups and a bottle of wine. He set both on the table, filled them, then set the bottle down, pushing one to Vette. Vette picked it up, but paused before he took a drink, meeting Gale’s stare. “Do we toast?”

The wizard gave him a bemused smile. “We could. To what?”

Vette held his cup out. “To surviving the week.”

Gale laughed, tipping his head back slightly, clinking his cup to Vette’s. Even with the din around them, Vette could hear the metallic clink. “To surviving the week. And hopefully the next one as well.” Vette took a long drink, as Gale added after he had as well, “No promises after that though.”

Vette couldn’t argue- he wasn’t even sure if he would survive the following week.

His first glass went quickly, the wine smooth but strong, with an after taste of berries. When Gale lifted the bottle and nodded at his cup, Vette couldn’t find a reason to deny him. He noticed that despite the shadows under Gale’s eyes, the lines around them had diminished- he looked more relaxed. Not completely so, but a change of scenario seemed to have taken his mind from his students.

Vette almost bristled with pride, that he had gotten the man away from his work. He wanted to lay a claim to the smile Gale was offering him, as he told him about an incident he had witnessed in another professor’s class, that ended with said professor’s robe burning to cinders.

The thought was dangerous. He knew that, in the back of his mind- but when Gale smiled more, Vette felt something in him melting, deep in his gut. Gods his smile was handsome, charming.

It just had to be the wine, and the fact that Vette hadn’t been the center of anyone’s attention in quite some time. 

As Gale paused to assess the wine bottle, Vette glanced past him, at the bar. There was a human woman sitting there, sipping from her own cup, eyes trained on them. Or, he quickly realized, Gale. For a moment he wondered if she knew him, but even if she did, he quickly decided that wasn’t the reason for her attention.

He knew the look of someone assessing another, making quick judgements on if they met whatever criteria one hosted for themselves that evening.

He frowned, what had melted in him a moment ago suddenly began to burn, making his hands feel restless. But what did it matter if someone looked at Gale? 

Why did it bother him?

Gale poured the last of the wine into Vette’s cup. “We may have done more damage to that than I expected,” the wizard teased, brown eyes glimmering in the low light. “I’ll fetch us another.”

Vette watched him turn- and the moment Gale was only a few steps away, he knew he should have stopped him. The woman at the bar moved quickly, abandoning her seat and saddling up right next to Gale as he waited for one of the bartenders to finish up with their current patron. Vette could see her practiced, lovely smile from where he stood.

He pointedly turned away when Gale offered a smile back, not wanting to see the rest. Instead he threw back the wine in his cup as if it were whiskey, sucking in a breath when he was done.

“Do you always drink that fast?”

Vette turned his head slightly, caught a man watching him from a few paces away. He was large- he might have had half-orc in him, somewhere, easily a head taller then Vette himself, with bulk and muscle to match.

And his eyes were burning, not even hiding as they roved along Vette, down his chest. He was the type of man Vette typically went for, when he could- the type that looked like they could break his spine in half.

Typically, they had a personality and temper to match.

Vette set his cup down, shooting a glance at the bar. Gale was still awaiting one of the barkeeps- and the woman was still chatting him up, now tracing her fingers along his arm. She was obviously interested, and if Gale hadn’t pushed her away, then he must be somewhat, as well.

And could Vette blame him? Wasn’t one of the best ways to relieve the stress of the week to go for a good tumble in the sheets?

“I do a lot of things fast,” Vette admitted, turning away from Gale and focusing on the man. The guy flashed a smirk- arrogant, by the way it reflected in his eyes. But what did that matter? Vette didn’t need to like a man to spend some time pressed between him and a wall. He just had to be attracted to him.

The stranger walked right up to him, leaned against the table. “Do you now?” He reached out, brazenly gripped Vette’s chin, tilted his head up slightly. “It just so happens I’m an impatient man.”

Vette shot one final glance at the bar- but Gale wasn’t looking at him. He didn’t think the man had looked over once, the entire time.

So when the stranger asked to take him outside, Vette followed. The man gripped his wrist, not his hand, pulling him around a few passerbys, directly to the large alley between the Yawning Portal and the neighboring building.

Vette had been here, countless times, in his life. Maybe not this exact spot, but they were all the same, weren’t they? He couldn’t tell the difference between this man, when he pushed him against the wall, took his mouth in a clumsy, overly eager kiss, and men from his past, with or without names. They didn’t stay, they served a purpose, and then they left.

And when they did stay, it was always worse.

Vette grabbed at the man’s biceps, felt one of the man’s legs press between his, grind up into his crotch. Usually he could be moving on instinct at this point, cock reacting to the fact that Vette was going to get relief in his own hand or someone else’s- or if he was lucky, a willing mouth.

But he wasn’t hard. In fact, the man’s grinding thigh made him wince a little, shifting his weight a bit. He moved to push him back, but the stranger only pressed him harder to the wall, making his shoulder blades ache.

He tasted like beer, which had never been something Vette liked on a kiss. Whiskey he could handle, any liquor really- or a good wine, leaving an almost sugary undertone to someone’s mouth.

He wondered if Gale’s kisses would be berry flavored, because of their wine.

His eyes flew open at the thought, realizing his cock had given a noticeable twitch at the idea of Gale kissing him. Fuck, he hadn’t even meant to have that thought.

The guy pulled off his mouth, chuckling. The sorcerer didn’t like his laugh. “I felt that. Guess I’ll just have to try a little for you.” His lips pulled into what could only be a sneer, as he reached up again, grasped at Vette’s chin, turned his face like he was examining him. Like he was some prized dog. “Not that you need to be hard for me to fuck you against a wall, little thing.”

Vette shuddered over that, stomach cramping up unpleasantly. “I don’t fuck,” he said, leveling a stare at the man. “Trust me, you’d rather have my mouth.”

Vette didn’t like getting fucked. Gods, it had never been good- there were too many memories of burning pain, of feeling unsatisfied and aching, even into the next day. It always felt like a sick reminder of what he had done. Not a single lover had ever made it good for him, or even given him the chance to make it good for himself.

The stranger frowned. “Give it a chance with me, it’ll be good. I promise.”

Vette shoved him, then. The man stumbled a step back, and the half-drow reached up, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “We’re done here,” he said, thinking it had been stupid to even follow the guy out here in the first place. Waterdeep was still foreign to him, this wasn’t like having at least a modicum of control back in Secomber because it was his home.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but never got the chance. “Vette?” His name tore the sorcerer’s attention to the opening in the alley, a few paces away.

Gale was standing there, casually holding an unopened wine bottle in one hand, staring at him with growing concern.

Vette pushed himself off the wall, walked over to Gale and said quietly, “I want to leave.”

The wizard didn’t question his desire. Gale wrapped an arm around his waist, pulled him in close, and said a word under his breath. Before the stranger Vette had so foolishly left with could move, they were gone, the city blurring into the interior of Gale’s tower. The noise of the street melted away to the sort of silence that could be deafening.

Vette didn’t move right away, the room spinning. Gods, how did anyone get used to teleportation? He was sure it didn’t help that he’d drank more than half a bottle of wine rather quickly, either.

Gale’s hand tightened on his waist, steadying him. “Careful now,” he said. Carefully Vette leaned his weight off Gale, took a step away, hating the loss of the wizard’s hand on the small of his waist. “Are you alright?”

“Now that I have my balance, yeah.”

Gale frowned, creases forming between his brows. “Not that.”

Oh.

Vette felt a bit of heat rising to his cheeks, color tinting his tanned skin. “It was nothing,” he said, trying to wave Gale off.

Gale took a step towards him, his eyes so focused on Vette that the half-drow swore all of the city had melted away, that he was suddenly the center of all the realms. It was horrifying, enrapturing. “Did he hurt you?”

Vette hesitated. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked that. Sure, his mother had in the past, finding Vette with bruises on his arms and red, puffy eyes.

But he had worked hard over the years to ensure she never saw him like that now. He refused to be a burden to her- he’d been enough of one, by simply existing.

Vette hesitated, thinking back to the woman at the bar, her fingers trailing Gale’s arm, her easy smile. She was pretty, conventionally so. Not…

Whatever he was. 

“I only hurt myself,” he muttered, before he reached back, smoothed some of his stray straw blond hair back, bits falling from his ponytail.

Gale’s frown lessened, but his eyes looked sad. It made Vette’s chest ache. The wizard was quiet for a moment, before he asked, “Would you like to clear your mind?”

More than anything.

Vette nodded, and Gale gestured for him to follow. The wizard led him through the tower, into his study- and then further, into his bedroom. For the first time Vette got a glimpse of the large room- shelves lined with more books, a bed that was-

Oh, it was rather large.

And just past that, where Gale was heading- a balcony. He pushed the doors open, pausing between them to look back at Vette, who swallowed the growing lump in his throat and followed.

The view from the balcony was breathtaking. Gale’s room, unlike Vette’s, didn’t face the city but the water. This high up, Vette swore he could see halfway across the sea itself, until its inky blackness and the dark of the night sky melded together.

Gale sat on a well cushioned bench, patting the spot next to him. Vette walked over, settling down, so close his leg almost brushed Gale’s. “This is my favorite reading spot,” he admitted, as Vette kept staring out across the water. “But it’s the perfect spot to just let your mind slip quiet, when it needs to.” Vette was quiet, trying to find a calm in the blackness spanning across the sky, when he heard Gale chuckle. He turned his head, and the wizard was looking at the bottle of wine he had been holding, when he’d found Vette. “Perhaps this can hold for another night.”

Vette turned away from the sea then, reaching for the bottle. He gestured towards the cork, and after a moment it popped out, falling to the floor. Holding it by the neck, Vette lifted the bottle and took a long drink directly from it.

“I think I need it now,” he admitted, pulling the bottle from his lips, offering it out to Gale. The wizard had this unreadable look to his dark eyes- Vette felt as if he was being studied.

He wanted so badly to know what Gale saw.

“Getting my apprentice drunk and overwhelmed in the city within the first week is not a good look for me,” Gale admitted, even as he took the bottle. “And we do have glasses.”

Vette shrugged a shoulder. “Sometimes the soul just needs it straight from the bottle.”

Gale hummed, before lifting it himself, taking a drink. Vette felt his heart lurch in his chest, realizing Gale’s mouth was exactly where his had been, only a moment ago. Were he to take the bottle back, take another sip-

It’d be like an indirect kiss.

Maybe he hadn’t needed more wine.

“Be honest with me,” Gale said, his voice serious, “and I swear I’ll only ask one more time. Did he hurt you?”

Vette glanced down, feeling stupid, embarrassed again. “No,” he finally said, reaching and taking the bottle back, but not drinking, simply holding it between his hands, giving them something to do. “I didn’t give him the chance.”

Gale lifted his hand, hesitated for a moment- before he reached over, placed it on Vette’s back. He rubbed between his shoulder blades, the touch far gentler than Vette had expected.

“Would you care to discuss it?”

“Absolutely not,” Vette mumbled, thinking if he did he might spill that it always went like that- that maybe a part of him was just looking for someone that would hurt him a little bit, remind him he was alive. Maybe he thought he deserved it.

And gods, he’d have to admit that he probably wouldn’t have looked twice at the man, if Gale hadn’t been smiling so sincerely at the woman at the bar.

The woman- Vette hung his head lower. “Fucking hells, I’m sorry.” The hand slowly rubbing the top of his spine paused, a silent question. “You were chatting up a woman at the bar, and now you’re stuck here with me.”

“I was what- oh.” Gale laughed, shaking his head- Vette could just see it out of the corner of his eye. “She’s a student’s mother.”

“She’s-what?” Vette straightened up, and Gale pulled his hand back, folded them as he leaned into the back of the bench.

“She’s had a number of her now adult children come through Blackstaff. I taught one, once- and ever since she makes a point of ensuring she says a proper hello whenever she sees me. She can be…ah, a bit… physical.”

Vette stared at him. “I thought she was trying to get you on your knees right there at the bar.”

Gale choked, sputtering- and Vette found he was smiling, thinking the man looked cute flustered. “Even if she had, I would have politely declined.”

Gale didn’t elaborate on that. Vette didn’t ask him to. Instead he lifted the bottle of wine, taking a sip- and letting himself, for just a single moment, believe again that Gale’s kiss would taste like berry-wine.

“Will you do me a favor?” Vette asked, pulling the bottle away from his mouth. Gale gave a single nod, and the sorcerer whispered, “will you just talk?”

“I would think you’d be quite sick of hearing me talk considering all of the lectures you sat through this week.”

Vette shook his head. “I like your voice,” he admitted, “when you talk you sound so alive. It’s nice.” Vette felt more color on his cheeks, refused to turn and look at Gale again. Instead, he stared out once again at the blackened sea.

Gale hesitated, long enough that for a moment, Vette thought he wasn’t going to speak. But when he did, he sounded almost tentative- told Vette that perhaps he’d like to hear about a mistake Gale made, once.

The wizard was doing a poor job at hiding the whole look I make mistakes too mentality, but Vette didn’t call him out on it. Instead he listened to a tale about a younger Gale trying to impress a goddess, and eventually thinking he knew better than the divine.

A Gale who had locked himself away in his tower, sealed away from the world except for Tara, because of a beast that lived in his chest, hummed with a strange magic in his very veins.

Vette had heard about the Netherese orb, once- only the briefest of mentions from Sekh, one night during their adventure. The drow hadn’t elaborated on it, and with everything that had so quickly happened in Vette’s life, he’d forgotten.

“Did it hurt?” Vette asked, finally turning to look at Gale. “When it was still inside you?”

Gale thought on it for a moment. “In a way, yes. It was a deep ache, when it was starving for magic. Think of hunger pains, but in your chest, weaving between your ribs.” Gale reached up, patted his own chest- and Vette wondered if it had sat there, nestled against his heart. Did it beat with his pulse?

He hadn’t even realized he’d asked the question, until Gale was offering him a sad little smile.

“If I got excited enough, it did. Hence the, well… hermit life. Sometimes I fear the adrenaline caused by everything I went through with the Netherbrain would have been enough to set it off.” Gale paused, then added, “I was lucky it wasn’t.”

Carefully, Vette leaned forward, set the wine bottle on the floor. He turned in the bench then, so he could face Gale. Emboldened- maybe by the wine, maybe by the soothing cadence of Gale’s voice, maybe by the blackened sea and sky that made the world seem to cease existing outside of he and Gale- he reached out, gently splayed his hand on Gale’s chest, against where his heart beat.

He could just feel it, beneath muscle and flesh and cloth.

Gale reached up, covered Vette’s hand with his own- but instead of pulling it away, he guided it up, until the sorcerer’s fingers were grazing his bare neck. “You could see it glowing in my veins here,” Gale admitted. Vette leaned a bit closer, trying to imagine it- a pulse of purple weave, glowing under Gale’s skin with each beat of his heart.

He wanted to know if it would have spiked, now.

Vette glanced at his own hand, noticed that he still had an ink smudge, from Gale’s touch earlier. Without meaning to, he smiled. “I’ve still got ink on me.”

He pulled his hand away from Gale- which was possibly the hardest thing he had done that evening, and Gale took his hand, turning it so he could see the ink stain in the lowlight emanating from his bedroom.

Vetted noticed Gale still had some as well, staining the finger that had dragged between his knuckles. And without thought, he simply said, “Leave it.”

Vette couldn’t explain it- but he wanted that little mark to be there, come morning. He wanted proof he hadn’t dreamt up this entire maelstrom of a night. He wanted to make sure that he hadn’t fabricated the softest touch of Gale’s hand, the sound of his voice-

The feel of his heartbeat, beneath his palm, beating in a way that Vette’s own heart wanted to mimic.

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The Isles of Blirrosia: Chapter Two

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“Finally! A break!” a pale, redheaded girl exclaimed. 

“You’ve only had two classes so far,” Saffron said as she sat on the grass, careful not to sit on her magenta hair. “And don’t forget you have one more today, Lai!”

Lai practically threw herself on the ground. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m going to be so tense without you there! Sometimes, I wish we had the same aptitude.”

“We’re both manipulators—isn’t that enough?”

“Yeah, us and 11% of the grade!”

“That isn’t a lot…”

“But if you think about it, most of the other types manipulate too. Like, physiological aptitudes manipulate physiology. Science and technology aptitudes manipulate science and technology. See what I mean?”

Well, she certainly wasn’t wrong. “Okay, I admit it, you’re right. But you took your medication this morning, right?”

“I did, I did, don’t worry, Mom. You don’t have to check all the time,” Lai groaned. “But, while we’re on the topic, how was it this morning?”

“When the police files on the guy said that he was a Stardust Absrober, I got a bit excited. But after looking at previous altercations and fighting him myself? I think I have the right to be disappointed, Lai. However,” she folded her arms, “I wasn’t there for my own entertainment. What matters is that another criminal is where he belongs, so the city is one step closer to staying safe.”

Lai snickered when she said that. “That’s the spirit! Think of it like this, Saffy-Taffy! At least you got some more hands-on practice.”

“As if she needed it,” a new voice replied. Saffron turned to see her other friend, Zain Bolton, plop on the grass across from them. “Saffron, you get so many opportunities these days. And why are we sitting on the grass in the middle of winter?”

“Don’t look at me,” Saffron said, pointing to Lai, “It was all her idea.”

“And you agreed?!”

“Yes, she did! It’s better out here than indoors anyways.” The weather had somewhat improved from the morning. The sky was now clear, and because the sun was no longer obstructed, it was feeling more temperate. “I can feel my fire pumping through my veins!”

“Better for you, maybe. And you know your aptitude doesn’t work like that, right?”

“Of course, I do, Zain! Don’t act like such a know-it-all. That’s basic information. Speaking of, can you believe that Professor Blume actually gave us this project? As freshman? At the Rosia City University of Heroics, no less.”

“Wait, what project?”

“Oh wait, you weren’t there this morning. Zain you tell her.”

“Professor Blume gave us a history project–”

“She doesn’t even teach history!”

“Shut up, Lai. As I was saying, she gave us a history project about the Pre-Modern Eras.”

“Why would we even need a project about that?! Everyone with half a brain knows the story! We’ve been in school for over 13 years and–”

“Lai, let the man speak! I wanna know how much I have to suffer.”

“Thank you, Saffron,” Zain grinned. “Anyways, we at least were able to pick which era we wanted, but we have to write a 10-paged research paper and make a PowerPoint presentation.”

“Oh hell no. What is this, high school?” Professor Blume was nefarious for assigning projects that belonged in a high school (or maybe even a middle school) class. “Okay, what are the groups?”

“That’s the worst part!” Lai yelled. “There aren’t any! She said it was strictly individual!”

“I decided to go with the Uzarian Era,” Zain declared. “It’s a long period, but it shouldn’t be too bad.”

“I’m going with the Acclimization Era. It’s only thirteen years long, so it’s an easy pass.”

“I guess that leaves me with the Readjustment Era.”

“What! Aren’t you gonna choose the same one as me?” Lai playfully whined. “We could make a pretty good team, Saffronator, don’t you think?”

“After what happened last time? No thanks. And how do you come up with all of these atrocious nicknames?”

“I’ll never tell! Anyways, you let me,” Lai smirked.

“Careful,” Saffron warned. “You’re starting to sound like a nuisance that I know all too well.”

“Oh dang. I forgot that fleabag was there with you.”

“What did he do this time, Saffron?” Zain asked.

“It certainly wasn’t as bad as it has been in the past, and it definitely wasn’t as bad as it 

could’ve been. He just asked me for coffee this time.”

“And you kicked him in the face, right?”

“Of course, she didn’t, Lai!” Zain scolded. “She obviously kicked him in the crotch.”

“I didn’t do either,” she sighed. “I said no and flew away.”

“I don’t know how you haven’t snapped at him, Saffron. I would’ve toasted him by now.”

“Yeah, and I would’ve used the remaining smoke to choke him. This guy has been harassing you nonstop since you turned eighteen. You don’t deserve this.”

“Well, I agree. But, if you did that, you both would’ve gotten a hefty fine. They might’ve even considered revoking your license.” 

“You’re right,” Zain sighed. “Not to mention, the public wouldn’t be too pleased.”

“I don’t know what they see in him if I’m being honest,” Lai started. “I mean, they treat him like an idol, at least some of them.”

It was no secret that Sensation was one of the most popular heroes ever. Definitely the most popular of their time, ever since Saffron’s parents retired.

“It’s not like there’s anything we can do about it,” Saffron replied.

“Actually, there is. Report him. You don’t owe him anything, Saffron,” Zain said firmly.

“It’s not worth it! He’s a beloved hero and a really good one, too. Blirrosia can’t afford to lose him.”

“It doesn’t matter! He keeps harassing you!” Zain retorted. “And he keeps getting into your dorm somehow. So now it’s not only you who’s suffering, but Mimi as well! Is that what she deserves? Is that what you deserve?”

“...”

“Okay, Zain. You’ve made your point. Getting heated won’t solve anything.”

“You know I’m right though.”

The trio fell silent. Zain’s smoky eyes bore into Saffron’s, staring into her soul. Eventually, she let her eyes drop to a patch of dandelion-speckled grass in front of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Lai clench her jaw and cross her arms. She knew that the redhead hated conflict—it made her anxious. She was responsible for this, even if it was indirect. Just when she was about to respond, Zain sighed, before speaking again.

“Crap, I’m sorry, to both of you. I shouldn’t have escalated things like that.”

“No, you have a point. I just don’t see what I can do. And, not going to lie, this whole Matteo thing isn’t my biggest concern right now.” She stood up. “I have more important fish to fry.”

“I guess. I just worry for you sometimes Saffron. It seems like you’re always in the limelight, even when you don’t want to be.”

“Eh, I blame the parents,” Lai mused. “Before, it was Sabryna Solis this, Emil Solis that. Once they had kids, they practically declared the press as distant relatives.”

They all laughed. Trust Lai to make a joke to lighten the mood. “Ok,” Saffron started, “I’m going to head to my dorm, then I’ll start training early. I’ll see you two at dinner.”

“Yeah, I should get going too. I’m going to talk to Professor Zimmerman before class about my physical form. Bye,” Lai called out before walking off. 

“What about you, Zain?” Saffron asked. 

“I think I’ll stay out here a little longer. Soak up some sun.”

“What happened to you complaining about being outside?” she teased.

“No!” he protested, “I was complaining about sitting on the wet grass. Not about staying outside. Nice try, though.”

“Whatever you say, Zain. Whatever you say,” Saffron said before walking towards the dorms. “See you later!”

“Wait, Saffron!”

She paused mid-stride and turned back to face him. “Yeah?”

“I am truly sorry for being so harsh.”

“It’s fi–”

“No, it’s not. I was out of line.” He took a deep breath and looked at the sky for a moment, then made eye contact. “If…if you ever need me, I’ll be there.”

“Thanks,” Saffron smiled. “You mean a lot to me. Lai, too.”

“You deserve the best,” he said. “Both of you! I’m glad that you can call me a friend,” he rushed.

Saffron didn’t know what to say to that. She and Lai have been best friends for as long as they can remember, but they only met Zain after their first year of high school. The heartfelt turn in the conversation surprised her, even the apology left her shocked—he wasn’t wrong.

“Me too. But, you don’t have to apologize.” He was about to contradict her, but she stopped him again. “Really, it’s fine. You were right. I should be more proactive.”

“Well, I’m glad you realized that, Saffron.”

“Yeah…I’ll see you around, Zain! Thanks again.”

“Don’t worry about it, Saffy. Goodbye!”

As she was walking back inside, she felt someone watching her, so she turned around and saw Zain still looking at her; she waved and he waved back before quickly turning away. She chuckled to herself, turned back, and kept going on her way. But for some reason, the feeling didn’t subside.

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SOLUTION AT Academic Writers Bay September 13, 2014, you were appointed to your fire service organization, Case Study help September 13, 2014, you were appointed to your fire service organization, Case Study help Read the case study below, and follow the instructions provided to complete the assignment in its entirety. On September 13, 2014, you were appointed to your fire service organization (Fire Department) Fire Prevention Division (FPD). You have been with the department for 10 years—four have been as captain assigned to a fire suppression company. You were selected from among six candidates because you earned a college degree in fire administration and management. In terms of seniority, you are number three, with two above you and three below you. However, seniority was a qualification that was given low priority for appointment as the primary qualification was education and training. Prior to your appointment, the FPD was staffed by the senior-most captain of the department, who often did not have any formal education or training in fire codes, standards, or regulations. Rather, that person learned from on-the-job experience. The Chief of Department has decided to turn-a-new-page and appoint the captain having the highest degree of education. In addition to your college degree, you have also taken the initiative to obtain a National Fire Protection Association (NFPA) certification as a Fire Protection Specialist (CFPS). The outgoing Fire Prevention Officer (FPO), who held the position for nearly 20 years, bids you good luck. As he turns to leave the office, he offers these cryptogrammic words, “don’t rock any boats kid!” You settle into your new position with ease, though the division secretary is a bit uneasy having a new “boss.” You have assured her that “there will not be ‘major’ changes within the division.” Your first two weeks are filled with routine inspections and re-inspections, where you find no surprises or anomalies. In fact, most of the owners/operators of those occupancies that you re-inspected found you to be highly knowledgeable, relaxed, and very personable. They gave you high marks and look forward to having an opportunity to meet you again. On Wednesday morning of your third week, you have a scheduled appointment for an annual inspection of a small industrial occupancy that is owned and operated by a highly respected member of the community. The firm has been in operation since the 1980s, and the owner is a member of nearly all the local business civic organizations as well as major contributor to charities. You cannot recall any negative press about this man nor his business. You arrive at the firm at the appointed hour of 9:00 a.m., only to find that the front door to the building is locked, and it appears that no one is on the premises. You call your office to double-check the appointment time with the secretary, who confirms the time; however, she ends her conversation with, “You know this man has never given us any trouble, so why not let the inspection pass?” As you end the call, her words are somewhat disconcerting, leaving you with an onerous feeling that something is not quite right. You return to your vehicle deciding to wait a bit longer. While sitting in your vehicle, you review the historical file on this occupancy. Much to your surprise, you find that there has never been a single violation and that the company is a firm utilizing chemicals for cleaning automotive parts. In nearly 30 years of annual inspections, there is not even the slightest issue in the record. This is very unusual for a firm reported as storing large drums of volatile chemicals. At around 10:15 a.m., a car enters into the parking area, parks near the front door, and a man in his mid-fifties or early-sixties emerges and walks to the front door. You exit your vehicle, walking toward the man who has not taken his eyes off you and whose facial expressions indicate that he does not recognize you. As you approach the man, you introduce and identify yourself as the newly appointed FPO of the department.

He shakes your hand and asks, “Well now, what can I do to make your day run a bit smoother?” You inform him that you are onsite to conduct the annual occupancy inspection. He sneers and states, “There isn’t a need for that! After all, I run a well-respected business here. Didn’t the other inspector tell you about me? He never had any issues with my firm, and he and I got along just fine. The place is clean, so why don’t we just call it a day and log me in as having passed the inspection? What do you say?” You cannot believe what you have just heard. You maintain your professionalism and inform the owner that you have to conduct annual inspections of all industrial occupancies and an appointment was made for today. The owner scoffs at the “appointment,” telling you that the former inspector “made the appointment as a matter of record as he had done for years, but didn’t bother to come here, unless of course he had gotten complaints, which he never did! So why bother?” You inform the owner that this is your obligation and responsibility to inspect the firm as it is known to store highly flammable liquids, which abuts a residential area. For the safety of the firm and those who live nearby, an inspection must be completed The owner becomes indignant, and his demeanor changes from sociable to confrontational. He insists that his company has an excellent “track record” without incident or complaint by neighbors. Still, you apprise him that under local ordinance and state codes, you must conduct the inspection to ensure that any and all hazards are in compliance with established rules and regulations. After a bit of bantering back-and-forth, he concedes and allows you to enter into the premises. In short order, you commence your inspection of the occupancy. What you find is not only alarming, but unimaginable. There are open 55-gallon drums of petro-based liquids that, to the best of your ability, you identify as highly flammable and toxic. The ventilation system is inadequate for safe removal of vapors that are generated by the 15 cleaning process stations. You find that the local fire alarm system has been tampered with, so that interior early-detection devices are rendered inoperable. There is not an automatic fire sprinkler system, despite the fact that fire codes have required such a system in all industrial occupancies since 1975, and this building was built in 1982. You find only three handheld portable fire extinguishers, which are all dry chemical, that are outdated by four years. As you continue your self-guided inspection tour, the owner continues his commentary that he has never had any complaints from workers or neighbors about how he has run his business. You are cautious and do not share your findings as of yet. Upon completion of your inspection, you have noted well over 45 violations of standards and codes applicable to this specific occupancy and operation. As you leave, you inform him that his firm is in violation of numerous regulations and that it may become necessary to shut the firm down until the occupancy is brought up to code. The owner of course becomes highly irate and states, “That’s what you think! I am well connected in this city! I put people into high places, and you aren’t about to close me down! We shall see who has the final word here!” Shaken, yet very confident the law is on your side, you return to our office to prepare a series of documents necessary to begin the process of addressing the list of violations. You reconfirm that all violations can be cited by chapter and section of all applicable laws, regulations, and codes. You are now set to write the necessary documents, which will be distributed to individuals in both the public and private sector. For the first part of this assignment, you will need to pick one of the following options, and draft a letter. Please click here to see an example of how a letter of this nature may be formatted. A letter of notification must first be sent to the

owner of the firm, informing him of the individual violations and the required remedy for each violation. In addition, you must inform him that until all violations have been remedied, the firm is to remain closed and no one is allowed to enter the building.  A letter of notification must be sent to the mayor of the city informing that office that you have ordered operations be halted at this firm due to your findings. (This letter is part of a city ordinance requirement). For the second part of the assignment, you will need to pick two of the following options, and draft two memos. Please click here see an example of how a memo of this nature may be formatted. 1. A memo of notification must be sent to inform the Chief of the Department of your findings and the action you have taken. 2. A memo of notification must be sent to inform the Chief of Police that the firm has been closed due to violations found during your inspection. You are also advising that patrol officers should take notice to report any activity around or inside the building, as the building has been placed off-limits until all violations have been remedied. 3. A memo of notification must be sent to inform the City Building Inspector of the order to cease operations, citing your finding of numerous violations, though you do not need to itemize all violations. There will be a total of one letter and two memos, all of which should be included in one Word document. Each letter should be written in a professional tone on a single page that is clear and concise to the reader. Each letter should have the name of the person to whom the letter is addressed, your name and title of Fire Prevention Officer shall be affixed to the bottom. Your letters should be written in APA format. Each letter is to be written in left-aligned block format and without paragraph indentations. It is understood that the inclusion of violations need not be cited; therefore, in-text and reference citations are not necessary. Information about accessing the Blackboard Grading Rubric for this assignment is provided below.  Example 1st part January 1, 2015 Mrs. Mary Elizabeth Johnson 2001 Firehouse Drive Orange Beach, Alabama 30303 Dear Mrs. Johnson: Thank you for your letter expressing concern for the manner in which our fire apparatus responded to an emergency call in your neighborhood. It is the goal and responsibility of the Columbia Southern University Fire-Rescue Department to respond to any emergency in a safe manner with due regard for the public we serve. As first responders, Columbia Southern University Fire-Department emergency units are required to respond in accordance with Alabama law, which states that audible and visual warning devices be utilized when responding to emergency calls. We regret any inconvenience that this may have caused and appreciate you bringing the matter to our attention. Sincerely, Don A. Smith Fire Chief DAS/kp pc: Jerry Jones, Deputy Fire Chief David Barker, Battalion Chief The second part MEMORANDUM EXAMPLE Columbia Southern University Public Safety TO: All Fire Department Members FROM: Don A. Smith, Fire Chief DAS DATE: March 1, 2015 SUBJECT: Memorandums NUMBER: 01-2015 This shall be the format that is used for all memorandums. The memo should be typed using Times Roman 12 point font. CLICK HERE TO GET A PROFESSIONAL WRITER TO WORK ON THIS PAPER AND OTHER SIMILAR PAPERS CLICK THE BUTTON TO MAKE YOUR ORDER

[muselin]

See You Later - Part 1

Who: Beomgyu

Group: TXT

What: Beomgyu/f!reader, collegeAU, slow burn, eventual smut, college student!Gyu, model!Gyu

Word count: 2,238

A/N: this is for @bluekais ❤ Hope you enjoy! Sorry that it's taken so long! There will be a Part 2 coming but I got myself elbows-deep into Kinktober so might take a while as well 🎃

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"Tch."

The dissatisfied noise leaving your lips had become habit by now. Just his presence annoyed you, but the fact that he had the nerve to show up late to class almost every time, carrying that stupid skateboard, made your blood boil a little bit. He never studied, never did the assignments, always showed up late and he was still somehow passing this class. This class that you had worked so hard to get into and had to keep working so hard to stay in. It didn't come naturally to you but it did to him and it made you green with envy.

"Ah, Beomgyu-ssi, how kind of you to join us," your professor quipped sarcastically as Beomgyu beamed a smile that was frustratingly charming and headed for the only empty space in the auditorium which, to your displeasure, happened to be next to you.

You didn't acknowledge each other as you continued scribbling furiously into your notebook while Beomgyu sat with his chin leaned on his hand. You noticed that he hadn't taken out anything to write with.

"Now I will hand out your assignments for the next lecture. Remember we have study week, so you will have one week to complete these. Please remain in your seats as you are now."

Your professor proceeded to hand out stacks of papers and you couldn't help noticing that he was handing only one stack for every two students. He was making his way down your row and dropped off an assignment right between you and Beomgyu.

"I can hold it for us," Beomgyu smiled pleasantly as he looked over to you, seemingly unaffected by your sour expression. As the two of you read the instructions for the music production assignment, Beomgyu would stop and mutter to himself every once in a while: "Hmm, I already have a bass guitar for this," "This would be very easy to add a snare to," "I just need vocals and someone to match the drum line to this".

"Alright, everyone ready?" The auditorium hummed with mumbled "yes"es.

"Good," your professor continued, "you will be doing the assignment in pairs, in the order that I've handed the assignments out to you".

You groaned inwardly, noticing yours and Beomgyu's names at the bottom right corner of the cover page.

"Class dismissed!"

You were unsure what to do. You'd have to spend quite a lot of time with Beomgyu to finish this but you didn't have his number and you didn't even know which dorm he was in. Before you could open your mouth to ask Beomgyu when you should meet up, he was getting up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"See you later, Y/N," his voice laced with his regional dialect reached you as an afterthought.

"Tch. Fuck you too, Choi," you muttered.

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It had been four days since you last saw Beomgyu and you were getting nervous. You had started the assignment early and done as much as you could do. You hated to admit it but you really did need him for this. You had worked out a base melody but it was too bare and uninteresting and you knew from hearing him talk to himself that he knew a lot of elements which could add flare and points to the assignment. You hunched over your laptop, browsing the music library. Begrudgingly, at 10 p.m. on a Tuesday, you decided to email him through the university central email list.

### 22:01 ###  Hi Beomgyu, it's Y/N, your partner for the music production assignment. I've thrown some things together but we need to meet to do the rest. I realised I didn't have your number or your dorm address, let me know when we can meet up. ###

You waited for a while after pressing send, just in case he was on his emails right now. At midnight you gave up and went to sleep.

### 03:44 ### Hi! Sorry about that! Can you bring what you have over to mine at about noon tomorrow? Here's the postcode ###

You woke up to the reply from Beomgyu and nearly panicked that you would be late. He didn't live close by at all, the post code seemed to be for a swanky area of newly built apartments downtown, miles away from your suburban campus.

You showered and dressed as quickly as possible. You weren't dressing up for anyone. Jeans, sneakers and a flannel shirt was all Beomgyu was getting from you. You grabbed your laptop and equipment and headed out the door.

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At 11:55, you knocked on Beomgyu's door. He lived on the 13th floor and on the elevator up to his apartment you hoped to whoever would listen that this wouldn't turn out to be as unlucky as the out-of-order sign on the second elevator.

The front door clicked and opened to reveal a somewhat sleepy Beomgyu, dressed in a tshirt and pyjama bottoms.

"Oh, Y/N, you're early," he said, then looked at his watch. You found this ironic, considering he never showed up to class on time.

"Well, not by much. Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said, opening the front door widely for you to walk in past him. "I'll make coffee," he yawned.

As you walked past him you couldn't help but note in your head that he smelled really good. You weren't sure if it was his cologne or laundry but it was the kind that settled pleasantly in your chest and made you want to breathe in deeper. You stopped that train of thought harshly as soon as you felt your mind drift that way. You were perfectly happy with feeling generally mildly annoyed with Beomgyu. It was your comfort zone, even if having to work with him was pushing it.

"So how come you don't live on camp-- Wow..."

Your jaw dropped as you walked into the apartment. It was nothing like the cramped dorm rooms you and your friends shared on campus. It was bright, spacious and well-decorated, with huge windows and a view that rivaled the best hotels in the business district.

"How the fuck are you affording this," the words tumbled out of you with little grace before you could stop them.

"Well, since you ask, I work a lot of side jobs," Beomgyu said nonchalantly as he poured water into the kettle in the open-plan kitchen.

"Really? What do you do?"

"Uhm...," he scratched his neck sheepishly, "at the moment I model."

"You? You model?"

"Yeah, why," he tilted his head at you, looking at you quizzically.

Those big brown eyes, the soft curves of his lips, his chiseled jawline... And his hair looked really soft too. Suddenly from thinking nothing of him you were imagining him as a model. You wondered what he modeled for. Could it be fashion brands? Lifestyle? Prints? Maybe even swimsuits? He always wore those baggy jeans and t-shirts, but maybe...

"Y/N?"

"Oh," you snapped back to him, realising you hadn't answered him. "Yeah I just... didn't know, that's all."

"Uhm, cool. Why don't you drop your stuff off in the room down the hall, the one on the left?"

You nodded and picked up your laptop bag and equipment, your feet sinking into the plush carpet as you padded down the hall. You nudged open the door to the room he'd pointed you to, jaw dropping again for the second time today as you walked in.

The room was a small makeshift studio, with mics, a sound control board and several guitars. Several notepads were strewn about along with a few used coffee mugs and muffin wrappers. It seemed to be the most lived-in space of Beomgyu's house so far and you were suddenly starting to understand why he never seemed to pay much attention to the classes. You dropped your bags off in the corner and sat down at his computer, looking at the various pieces of equipment connected to it.

"How do you like your coffee?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Beomgyu's pleasant voice reverberate in the room. You hadn't heard him come in after you. Covering up your startled reaction, you mumbled your preference and he returned shortly with two steaming mugs, setting them down on his desk.

"Um, so... For this assignment I've tried layering the melodies but it's very bare. I thought we could use it as a starting point and build on it," you said, trying to sound more businesslike.

"That's good, thanks. I actually don't have a lot of time so a head start would be good. I have an hour now but then I need to head out."

Your brow furrowed. An hour? It had taken you three days to put together what you had so far.

"Let's see what you've got," Beomgyu reached for the USB stick in your hands and plugged it into his computer. He downloaded the files and ran them.

An unobtrusive melody filled the small studio. He listened politely, head tilted to one side until it faded out.

"Um... Yeah, I don't play guitar so I wasn't sure what would sound good with that," you started, hands playing with the edges of your shirt nervously. You hated feeling incompetent, especially in front of Beomgyu.

"Yeah, no offence, but it does need a lot more than that," he said. "Let's see what I can do with that."

You sat in your chair and watched him plug one of his guitars into the amp behind you. He tuned it according to the scales in your melody and started to play along.

"Nana naaa," he hummed along quietly. "I don't know about that bar, what do you think," he asked you.

"It's not bad but I think it can go for longer," you replied. Beomgyu nodded, stopping the recording and starting again.

You watched him get lost in his own world as the notes coming from his guitar breathed life into your melody. You watched his fingers strum and pluck, watched his lips open and close in concentration, occasionally the lower one being worried by his teeth. You watched his long hair fall into his face. You simply watched Beomgyu in his zone, not noticing when he stopped playing.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes focused and met his deep brown ones, your lips tensing as you tried to seem attentive.

"Yeah? Yeah, that was good, let's add that in," you spoke quickly.

"Cool," Beomgyu then stood up and reached behind you to switch off the amp. You couldn't stop yourself from breathing in again when his chest and neck nearly brushed across your face. His warm hand dropped to your shoulder, giving you a casual pat.

"Why don't you sit at the computer and keep replaying the recoding while I write down the chords," he suggested.

"Okay, sure," you stood up in the cramped space and there was barely room for you two to switch places. Beomgyu's hands instinctively came up to your waist to steady you as he brushed past you. Your breath hitched but you said nothing as you sat down at his desk and started the recording.

Your combined melody filled the small room and you found yourself nodding along. You hated to admit it but you liked it much more with Beomgyu's additions. You played it several times while he wrote down the chords.

"Right, awesome," he drawled in his dialect after he was finished. "I have to get dressed and head out now, but if you want we can meet up again later today. I won't be done until quite late but I sleep late anyway."

"How late are we talking," you asked suspiciously.

"I would be done about 11, we could meet back here," Beomgyu offered.

You hesitated for a second. It was a lot later than what you considered acceptable but at the same time you didn't trust Beomgyu. You weren't sure you would get any more time out of him than this.

"Okay, deal. Message me when you're done and I'll head over."

"Cool, here's my number," Beomgyu grabbed your phone to type his own number in and called himself. "You okay to let yourself out?"

He left the studio and went into the room across, which you guessed was probably his bedroom. You copied the new files onto your USB before you packed up your things and left the studio as well. On the way you saw that Beomgyu's bedroom door was ajar. You saw him standing with his back to the door as he was pulling his t-shirt over his head. Your lips tensed into a line as you tried to not to make any noise and not even to breathe.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"See you later, Y/N."

You stood frozen in place as your eyes traced the lines of his back muscles to his pretty shoulders, not missing his toned arms flexing as he reached up to push the t-shirt over his head. Your gaze trailed back down his body to his hips where his bottoms were slung low, exposing the two cute dimples at his lower back. He didn't look like he was wearing anything underneath.

Beomgyu dropped his shirt to the floor and you suddenly darted down the corridor, panicked that he would turn around and see you. His bottoms dropped down just as he heard his front door open and shut.

[sukifans]

Congrats on 1k!!! Can you do number 9 from 50 cliché promts and tropes with mako x reader? :)

MAKO + “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“Well, this is... unfortunate.”

“It’s unacceptable.” You glanced at Mako, who was visibly irritated. “First Beifong only approves one room because of ‘budget cuts,’ and now we’re expected to share a bed?”

“Relax, tough guy. I’m sure it was just a booking error. I’ll go talk to the receptionist.” You left your partner and your bag in the room with the single large bed against the wall to go downstairs and sort out the mistake. You gave the man at the desk your friendliest smile as you approached.

“Hello again,” the man said, looking up at you. “Is there a problem with the room?”

“Yes, actually. We should’ve been booked for a room with two beds but there’s only one. Could we be moved somewhere else?” You tried to sound as amicable as possible as you spoke, hoping the employee would oblige.

He flipped through the large book of records in front of him and traced his finger down a page. “Ah, yes! You reserved a double. So sorry about that—let me see what else is available.” You watched as he flipped through again, mumbling to himself. Your smile faltered a little when he frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“It appears everything else is filled for the night. I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” The man eyed you as if expecting you to blow up at him, but you just sighed and tightened your smile.

“Ah, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Thank you for checking, though.”

Mako was not gonna be happy.

“You’re joking,” he deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest. You dropped down to sit on the edge of the problematic bed itself. “Are you and Beifong trying to pull a prank or something?”

You stared up at him. “Beifong? A prank? Really?”

“Okay, no,” he huffed. “But you’re kidding, right?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you think it’s funny to inconvenience me?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Mako.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking.”

He groaned and threw himself in the threadbare armchair in the corner of the room. “Great, just what I needed,” he grumbled to himself.

“Hey, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either!” You rolled your eyes. “If you’re gonna freak out about it you can take the bed and I’ll just... sleep on the floor or something.”

“No, no. You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“How noble,” you laughed. “You’re the one who has a problem sleeping with me. Take the bed.”

“I—” His cheeks tinged a slight pink that didn’t escape your notice. “I don’t have a problem.”

“You sure seem to.”

“I shared a blanket with Bolin on the street for most of my childhood.”

“You must be getting spoiled with that detective salary if you can’t rough it for one night and share a bed with your favorite partner. Going soft?”

You grinned when he glared at you. “Why are you torturing me?”

“You’re easy to torture.” You stood up to rifle through your bag. “And it’s fun.”

“I’m requesting a partner transfer when we finish this assignment,” he muttered, making you bark out a laugh.

“You wouldn’t, you’re too attached now.” You straightened up with your arms full of toiletries and clean clothes. “I’m gonna go wash up so I can pass out. Early day tomorrow, and all. Catchin’ bad guys, kickin’ ass, takin’ names.”

“Uh-huh.” A small smile finally graced his handsome face for the first time since arriving at the inn. “I’ll be here keeping watch—y’know, for the bad guys.”

Once you’d scrubbed off the long day of travel and changed into clean, comfortable clothes you reentered the main room to see Mako studying the files for the case the two of you were working. His eyebrows were set into a furrow as he read through it and chewed at the inside of his cheek absently. You watched him for a few more moments once you settled down onto the worn but comfortable mattress. Something in the papers seemed to perplex him as he wrinkled his nose and flipped back a few pages. Suddenly, his warm orange eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked with a small frown.

You shrugged. “Trying to figure out if that smell is the room or just you.”

His frown deepened. “Uncalled for.”

You hummed noncommitally and snuggled down between the sheets. “Go clean up so I can sleep.”

“I’m not stopping you,” he said, snapping the file shut and rising from the chair.

“I gotta keep watch, remember? Bad guys,” you murmured despite your heavy eyelids. Mako shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom. The gentle, steady sound of running water lulled you into a drifting sleep after only a few minutes.

You roused slightly when Mako returned, shuffling around the room followed by curling steam and the smell of his soap from the bathroom. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and tried to fall back asleep until you felt him grab a pillow off the other side of the bed. Rolling onto your side you sleepily looked up at him.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” He stood next to a blanket on the floor with the pillow in his hand, dressed in a clean white shirt and loose pants. “I was just getting set up over here.”

You squinted at the pillow he held while your tired mind tripped over itself trying to catch up. “What?”

“I told you I’d sleep on the floor,” he said, gesturing to his makeshift sleeping area.

You blinked slowly at him. “Mako.”

“Yeah?”

“Get in the bed.”

“But—”

“I wasn’t asking,” you interrupted. “Come. To. Bed.”

He flushed lightly and opened and closed his mouth a couple times before looking down at his pillow he srill gripped. “I—I don’t want to make you... uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” you repeated blankly and he nodded. “I put my life in your hands every day, Mako. I trust you, probably more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. You’re not gonna make me uncomfortable. In fact, I’d be a thousand times more comfortable with you up here than on the floor.”

“Okay, okay,” he relented, finally moving back towards the bed. “You’ve made your point.”

“Good.” You closed your eyes again and yawned loudly. “The mattress is big enough we can both stay on our sides, no big deal. You need to rest well so I know you’re alert enough to save my ass tomorrow and sleeping on the floor does not reassure me.”

“I already agreed, you don’t need to keep working at me.” Mako carefully slid into the sheets, being almost calculating in how close he could stay to the edge without falling off. Even with the considerable empty space between you, you could still feel his familiar warmth seeping into your tired muscles.

“‘M a detective, can’t help it.”

“Go to sleep. You’ll have plenty of time to harass me in the morning.”

“You know you love me.”

If only you knew, he thought to himself as you slipped back into your dreamland.

The first thing you noticed upon regaining consciousness was the thumping rhythm next to your ear. The next thing you noticed was how warm you felt, despite the sheets being tangled down around your feet. You turned your head and buried your face into your pillow, inhaling deeply.

Soap. And smoke.

Hold on. You lifted your head up slowly and blinked blearily, taking in where you were as your brain whirred back to life.

Not your pillow. Mako—his chest, more specifically. Your eyes trailed down to where your bodies were pressed together in a tangle of limbs. The arm wrapped around you ended in fingers pressing into your waist. Your thigh was hiked up around his hip and his knee was slotted between your legs. You looked up at his face to see he was still sound asleep, lips parted as he breathed slowly.

You sat up all the way and his hand on your waist flopped down onto the bed. “Mako.”

He snorted and gave no other response.

“Mako,” you hissed, smacking his chest lightly. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed your hand and yanked you back down.

“Don’ hit me,” he grumbled, lips brushing your forehead as he spoke. “‘M sleepin’.”

Your face was starting to burn. “Well, wake up!”

He cracked one eye open to peer down at you and closed it again with a sniff. All at once it seemed to hit him and his eyes flew open as he shot upwards, knocking you to the side. You groaned as he launched himself out of the bed and onto his feet.

“What time is it?!” he barked.

“I don’t know!”

He whipped his head around to look at the clock on the bedside table. He made a small noise of panic and snatched it up as if getting a closer look would change the reading it gave.

“Fuck, we’re late!”

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To Hell and Back PART 3

Hi so a lot of people liked that last part, thank you for the support, it really made me smile and made my day. If you have any suggestions/requests or want me to write a specific scene then feel free to ask, my dms are open, but for now here’s part 3! This series spans across the ending of season 4 if it wasn’t already clear enough.

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        The flight to Windsor, Ontario, Canada felt longer than it should have. Trying to avoid Spencer’s prying and profiling eyes was harder than it seemed. Even staring at her book wasn’t enough to keep him from noticing how long she had been on a single page. And the looks the team were now giving to a certain profiler who seemed to be studying every movement of his co-worker were hard to ignore. 

        By the time the plane had touched down, Y/n had cleaned up her space and was sitting on the edge of her seat, book in hand and satchel across her chest. As soon as it was clear to leave Y/n was out of her seat, mumbling a thank you to a flight attendant and hurrying down the steep steps. The normal cars they had assigned to them were directly outside, waiting for the team. Flinging an SUV door open and hurrying into the back, ducking behind the headrest, she tried her best to see over her hiding spot to check if the hour ride to R.C.M.P. Headquarters was going to be one filled with torture, or one filled with awkward silence. 

        She was just about to sit up, realizing how idiotic she looked and how stupid she would feel if someone spotted her when an uncoordinated Reid tried to hurry down the steps without looking, well… hurried. A grimace settled onto his face as he squinted through the sunlight trying to spot her. Rossi was next behind him, taking slow steps. Clapping a hand on his back and leaning in, Rossi muttered something in Reid’s ear, smiled and then started for the car. Reid’s demeanor shifted, his shoulders went stiff and then relaxed, his expression softened and then fell. He took off for the next car. 

        Y/n sat upright and stuffed her nose into her book as Rossi entered the car, pulling his seatbelt on before finally starting the car. “You can sit in the front if you like, you know?” He offered, looking up in the mirror to meet her eyes. Hesitating, she dropped her book and moved to the door. Settling into the front passenger seat, she forced herself to keep her eyes forward. The drive started out fine at first, Rossi didn’t try to make conversation and let the silence flow comfortably around them. After the first 20 minutes of driving and staring down endless highways, Y/n had grown restless and drew her book back to her, in need of something to occupy her mind. As she read her eyes grew heavy, sore, and her head fell forward slowly. Every so often she fought against closing her eyes fully and instead found herself sinking further and further into her seat. By the time she had woken up, the drive was over. 

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         “Come on Sunshine,” a voice laughed near her ear, startling her out of her sleep. Craning her now sore neck to peer up at the person who stood with her door open, trying to unbuckle her now, she rubbed her eyes. “Have a good nap?” He chuckled, taking her satchel from out of the backseat. She grimaced, taking his hands to help lift herself up, steadying her balance. “Where are we, Derek?” She asked, taking a look around. “Headquarters, they dropped your bags off at the hotel, told me to give you your room key for tonight. You were knocked out for a while, Rossi didn’t wanna wake you when we got to the hotel. Don’t worry, we didn’t go through any of your belongings,” he added with a smirk. Looking up at the headquarters, she smoothed her shirt and pulled her into a ponytail, trying to look decent, or at least as if she hadn’t been asleep for the past hour. “Thank you,” she mumbled, taking her satchel from his hands. “No problem.” 

           A thought popped into her head as she pulled the satchel onto her shoulder, “Aren't you supposed to be with Prentiss?” she asked, twisting to look for the other profiler. “Yes, mother,” he chuckled, “I’m heading there now, but the teams inside and I'm apparently on wakeup duty. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do,” he answered, walking backwards towards another SUV. “Drive safe,” she called after him, turning to the big building as he called back, “You know it.” 

        The building was big and red. Bigger on the inside than she anticipated, multiple floors, lots of bustle and busy people. The faint smell of peppermint and air freshener wafted to her nose. As she entered the building she caught sight of the rest of her team, giving a small smile as she started towards them. “Morning sleepyhead,” JJ cooed. Her stomach did flip flops as she came to a stop in front of them, locking eyes with Spencer. “Very funny,” she retorted as the team started to set a stride. 

        A small elevator sat at the far end of the room, a door titled, “Stairs Access,” stood just across from it. On any normal day Y/n would’ve chosen the stairs, she had always had a problem with the close quarters of an elevator, the uncertainty and danger of such an unstable device had always left her off put. But a long way to the ninth floor on the stairs would not only be physically tiring, but would most definitely be accompanied by a certain doctor to her left who had been dying to talk to her alone. Still, the team became increasingly interested when Y/n stepped in with them. “Someone’s getting brave, huh?” JJ chuckled, “Just too tired to deal with the stairs today.”

        The hallway the doors opened to was short and led out to a giant office full of people. Tan walls extended on each side, the tiles on the floor reflected the lights above them. A man met Rossi in the entrance of the room, exchanging pleasantries and introducing the team, it was impossible not to notice the way Spencer’s gaze kept flickering to hers. Two red offices stood at the far end of the room and the room to the right of them. Walking in between the desks and making his way to one of the rooms, Jeff led the team, “I've got a victim board and timelines set up on monitors in the conference room. Anything you need, you've got the run of the place.” 

         “We appreciate it,” Rossi replied lightly.” “Don’t thank me, Thank the unsub. He's the one that put you all in charge.”

        Something about that last remark hit Y/n the wrong way, wrinkling her nose in agitation. JJ excused herself to go talk to Garcia as Y/n took in the room. A long conference table sat in the middle of the room, six chairs pushed into it. A tv hung on the left wall, faces of the victims littering the screen. Rossi took in the site, then moved around the table to make room for Reid and Y/n. Following Reid, she took a second to go over the tv soon realizing that she had already seen the pictures in the file JJ had supplied her with. Realizing that everyone’s backs were to them, Spencer made the quick decision to steal a look at her. Turning on her heel to walk away from the screen, her eyes reached his, the pleading look on his face was enough to make her stomach turn. Guilt flooded her, all he probably wants is his best friend back, this isn’t fair to him. Did I ruin our friendship?  Turning around to take her place next to Rossi. “You believe that he killed all these people?” Reid asked, his eyes turning back to the screen, “Fits the profile,” Officer Jeff responded absentmindedly. “How so?” Rossi asked, clearly quizzing his former student, everyone in this room knew of the Unsubs history, but Jeff answered nonetheless. “He got a recent physical trauma. Could be a stressor. Wide disparity of victims. No bodies. Possible border cross. Two entirely different terrains,” He paused, “To pull that off, you'd have to be smart, you'd have to be organized, mobile, physical.” His missing leg ran through Y/n‘s mind once again, before the accident this all could’ve been possible, but now? After such physical trauma? It didn't make sense. 

        “Military background gives you all that,” Rossi finished for him.

 “Exactly,” Officer Bedwell hummed.

        “It appears as though he clusters his victims into men, then women, and then back to men again.” Spencer’s voice raised in tone, confusion heavy in his voice. 

        “What does that tell you?” Officer Bedwell asked.

“At the moment, nothing.”

        They were informed that he hadn’t contacted family, nor a lawyer and was awaiting an interrogation. Hotch was the last person to talk, deducing that since this man had contacted the FBI, he would want to speak to whoever he believed was the most in charge. 

        The interrogation room was dimly lit, only one light directly overhead, the room behind the glass was filled with two officers, Rossi, Reid and Y/n. Crammed into the few chairs there were, Y/n watched, her brows furrowed, as Hotch sat down at the table. William was a tall man, broad shoulders and muscular arms, he sat in silence, a detached look sewn onto his features. A black goatee rested above his lips, his hair was cropped in a buzz cut, understandable due to his military background. His body shows his training too, he sat straight up, shoulders back, hands on his thighs, his legs slightly spread. The pinnacle of perfect posture. 

        It was silent as Hotch announced himself as the behavioral analysis unit chief from the FBI. William’s face didn't change as his eyes lifted to Hotch’s, “You’re here to analyze me.” This wasn’t a question, but a statement. “No, I’m here to take your confession and find out where you dumped your victims,” Hotch corrected. Y/n could see the technique Hotch was using beginning to form, diminishing any hope of negotiation. Setting himself in charge in the room and demanding the attention, making it clear that this was Hotch’s room, not Heightower’s, taking away any slimmer of wiggle room around the conversation. He continued, “Or are you wasting my time?” 

        Y/n’s boss was always great at keeping his voice firm but somewhat monotone when speaking to unsubs, not letting emotion intercede unless it was directly needed. “I gave you names, I gave you dates.” William bounced around the subject, his voice low and gravely, as if he hadn’t spoken in hours. Hotch reigned the conversation back onto topic easily, “You didn’t give me a dump site.” It was silent for a moment, as if an unspoken staring contest had started, the Unit Chief’s jaw was set, William was withholding information and he wasn’t intending on opening up anytime soon. “You were a sergeant,” Hotch started, again not a question, a statement intended to gain an emotional reaction, “You led troops, probably lost men.” Y/n’s eyes flickered to William’s just as he let out a hesitant, “a few.” 

        “What would their parents feel if they didn’t know whether their sons were dead or alive?” Hotch tried. The tension shifted uncomfortably. A cord was struck, “Don’t lecture me on notifying families, I’ve been on those doorsteps,” as William spoke his voice rose slightly from the whisper it had started out as. He’s protective of these men, his angry tone shows Hotch’s words affect him, why is he trying so hard to make us not see that? “No one cares about those people, why should I?” His head shakes as he says it, even his own body is rejecting the words he’s saying, subconsciously disagreeing with them. Hotch’s words have caught him off guard, this technique is making him emotional.

        Rossi’s voice interrupts Y/n’s thoughts, “Here we go.” 

        “What do you mean?” An officer to the right of Y/n’s chair asks, he leans against the interrogation window, unknowingly making her scoot her legs closer to herself. He mindlessly takes up so much of the little space beside her that she cringes uncomfortably away from him. “An interrogation doesn’t really start until you get the first lie,” Rossi finishes, so he picked up on it too. Hotch’s voice silences all of them as he resumes the conversation through the glass, “See that’s just the thing William, you were out there every night. You took their photographs, you checked off their names in a notebook,” William remains blank as he mutters, “So?” Hotch grimaces at the answer and then continues, “Your behavior was more like a protector, like someone in the army doing a bed check.” If Hotch’s words resonate with anything at all to him, he doesn’t show it and lets him continue. “You’ve gone to a lot of trouble to confess to a crime you didn’t commit,” Hotch accuses. 

        Suddenly all reservation in William is gone, his lips quiver as he spits the words out angrily, “The folks on the street, did they tell you people were missing?” It's like he’s trying to prove their absence rather than his own guilt. 

        “If my team is here there are cases we are not working on, you are wasting our time.” 

        “10 people dead, huh?” Swallowing harshly, scowling, challenging Hotch, “That’s not enough for you?” 

        “I’ve watched the tape of you at the border cross over and over again, you wait until every guard is out of the booth before you drive into it,” Hotch raises his voice, as he leans closer to the table, “if you wanted to kill people you had your chance.” 

        William’s voice is booming now, his face enraged, “Are you investigating these murders or not?!” His whole body shakes violently as silence fills the room. “So that’s what this is all about?” Hotch questions, “Making sure we investigate?” What a way to do so. “If you thought people were being killed you should’ve gone to the police in Detroit.” Another shudder rips through William, “I already did,” his voice is low as it break. “3 times. They told me the kind of people I was looking for disappeared.” His voice trembled, the light reflecting off tears in his eyes, “They said that’s the way life on the street works.” Silence enveloped them again. 

        Struggling to keep his composure, he enunciated every word, “Do. You. Believe. The. People. I. Showed. You. Are. Missing?” 

        “I believe it's possible.”

        Rage wracked through his frame once again, “Don’t give me a political answer!”

        Hotch hesitated, giving himself a moment before he responded, “Tell me about what happened the night before the border cross.” William opened his mouth and then shut it before starting, “I did a head count,” he began. “Every night for the past month, like we do in Baghdad. That night I saw a boy named Charles wasn’t where he usually camped down.” The mention of a boy sends a pang of pain through Y/n’s chest, wondering how old the boy must have been. Hopefully he had meant a young man, rather than a young boy. The idea of a child in the case was a sore subject. Swallowing the hard lump in her throat, she hoped she hadn't shown any visible signs of discomfort. 

        “So I made another pass.”

“He didn’t turn up?”

        “By the morning I knew he was gone,” another scowl had set on his face, though this time it wasn’t targeted at the man across from him. “William,” Hotch started, sympathy thick in his voice, “People don’t do what you did out of honor.” He paused, “They do it out of love.” William’s lack of a response was enough to confirm their suspicions. “Who were you looking for on the streets every night.” His brows furrowed as William prepared himself before continuing, “I got home from Iraq, first thing my mother told me was that my baby sister Lee was on the streets.” Y/n’s heart sunk, with the way he’d been acting there was no way this story was going to end well. Rossi must have noticed it too because out of the corner of Y/n’s eye she watched him shake his head slightly, turning away from the glass before coming back to it, exhaling roughly. 

        William continued, “She asked me to find her.”

        “But you couldn’t?” Hotch pried.

        “I managed once. Brought her home, we got her fed.” His eyes fell, staring longingly as his voice broke yet again, “She even wore my dog tags. For good luck.” Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, sighing. No matter how long you were on this job, no matter what horrors you’d seen, it never gets easier to hear from the relatives of people who’ve gone missing. The team was evidence of that, Rossi’s head was to the side, face contorted in uncomfort. The officers sat quietly, staring at their laps. Though Hotch had to remain indifferent in order to keep control of the room, his face was no longer hard and stern. While he held his lips together in a tight line, a deep sadness sat behind his eyes, something only his colleagues who’d worked with him for so long would pick up on. 

         “Two weeks later, she slipped back onto the streets.” Composure was no longer an option for William, his breathing came out in short, quick breaths as his chest visibly shook. The tears spilled over, “That was it,” he barely managed to let out, another shaky breath in.

         “William, you’ve got so much information about the other potential victims, why not Lee?” Hotch asked, though this was a raw subject, it was still vital to know. Blinking rapidly in order to control the tears and reign his emotions back in, Heightower replied, “I hid it in a spare tire, in my car.” That explained why none of the team had any knowledge about Lee, organized and brilliant, William had intentionally left her out of the files he created for us. He wouldn't have even been considered had the officers known how close he really was to one of the victims, Y/n pondered. “I needed to wait until I was sure,” while the tears had stopped and his breathing was now in control, his hands still shook slightly under the table as he finished, “that you were on board.”

         That was all the team needed to hear, Frankie excused herself from the room. Walking down the hall as she assembled her thoughts. The car would definitely be in evidence somewhere, how they hadn’t managed to find the new piece of the puzzle was surprising, confused she wandered the hall trying to find the stairs. 

        The sound of the stairwell door opening made Y/n falter. She’d reached a platform between the set of stairs, eyes glancing to the door at the end of the platform that would take her to the hallway. Stairwells were where most assaults happened, but due to the fact that she was in a police department, she pushed that thought to the back of her head and continued to the next set of stairs. It wasn’t until she heard the pitter patter of quick footsteps behind her, that she realized she should have taken her chances with the elevator. 

        “ Y/n?” A pang of dread ran through her body in slow waves. Turning slowly on her heel, her eyes met Dr. Reid’s. His face was contorted, his eyes fixed on the ground, then fluttered back up to hers. “I-” 

        “Did I miss something on Heightower?” His eyebrows furrowed, confusion making it’s way on to his features. 

        “No- I just-” 

“Does this have anything to do with this case or a previous one?”

        “No-”

“So this is not work related?”

        “No, it’s not, but-”

        “Then we should not be having this conversation.” Starting back down the stairs, he was next to her in a moment. “I know that, but the other night I didn’t mean to make it seem like-” “Spencer,” her nose scrunched up in uncomfort. “Please, don't do this.” Another flight of steps was through. At this point she was counting them down in her head. 

        “Y/n, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, it just seemed like the worst time and I didn’t want you to-” “Spencer, please.” One more flight to go. 

        “Okay but give me a moment to-” 

         “Spencer!” 

        Blinking back tears, she tried to reason with him. “That was the single most humiliating thing I’ve ever done. Just having to look you in the eyes right now is unbelievably painful. Knowing that our friendship will probably never go back to the way it was is killing me and you bringing attention to it every five seconds is making it worse,” she rambled. “I mean for God’s sake Morgan won't stop trying to profile me and Hotch looks at me like a kicked puppy. I can tell everyone here is second guessing my decision to come back and I’m already having a hard enough time proving that I’m okay without your worried glances making everything worse so please. Give me some space, some time before I have to have this conversation with you.” 

        Spencer’s eyes flickered down, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

        “I just can’t do this right now Spencer.” Opening the door and entering the lobby she made her way to an officer, flashing her badge and asking where the evidence storage room was.

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Another Word For Surveillance - Part One

Summary: You asked Bucky out. He said no. Cool. So how do you move on from that? Ha! You don’t.

Notes/Warnings: Bucky x Reader | Fluff, swearing, innuendos, canon typical violence (a smidge), light angst, pining | I do not give permission for my work to be copied/reposted/translated anywhere. I only post stories here and on AO3.

Word Count: 2,369

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Another Word For Surveillance - Part One

It sounded like an accusation, the way your colleague said “Bucky Barnes likes you.”

“Of course he likes me, I do his paperwork.” The keyboard rattled as your fingers flew over the letters. Red squiggly lines scattered across the page with increasing frequency, but you refused to stop and edit typos. A pause was all your work wife needed to launch an interrogation.

You didn’t feel like elaborating on the topic because you knew for a fact he didn’t like you that way. You’d rather not get into how you found out about it either.

“Eh.” Claire Chavez could sniff out a story a mile away because she’s a great analyst. That and her four-year stint with you at the Department of Defense. No detail got past her and sitting at the cubicle next to you in the Operations wing gave her full access to everything happening at your workstation.

She looked pointedly at the unopened pack of Snickers bars and a roast beef sandwich from Bucky on your desk.

The Avengers visited your office area often for briefings with analysts like you. It’s not unusual for Clint Barton to nap on one of the empty chairs while waiting for his meeting or for Steve Rogers to return case files with his comments scribbled on post-its. Man loved his yellow post-its.

Bucky’s tall, imposing figure standing over your shoulder as you highlighted cells on a spreadsheet and explained why Tuesday noon was the best time to order a salmon sandwich from Vic’s Deli was a common sight. The super soldier worked in your unit for nine months.

That’s right, the dark-haired, unassuming guy who could take out 10 armed men in close combat with a hand tied behind his back was assigned a desk job following his return from Wakanda. He occupied the table by the window. Nobody wanted that corner spot because it received direct sunlight from 9 to 11am, effectively warming the area the entire day, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind.

You often saw him staring out at the sprawling field across Grid 3 in the Avengers compound. Each grid contained offices and other Stark Industries facilities. Most admin and support function offices were in the first two grids. Operations staff and R&D teams worked in the third and fourth grids respectively. The Avengers’ living quarters in Grid 5 sat at the farthest edge of the property to give occupants as much privacy as possible.

Bucky glared at the view outside your office building like he couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong with the grass. There was a meditative quality to his silent judgement of lawn maintenance. You quickly learned how to distinguish Bucky’s resting face from his actual “I’m surrounded by fools” face.

Although he had been cleared for field work more than a year ago, Bucky continued to visit the analysts in G3. A few times a month, you found him at his desk, which remained unoccupied since he vacated it. Sometimes he’s there to study reports away from Sam Wilson’s chattering. Other times, he was there to check in with your unit head. Your boss’ grandfather served during World War II; she had a lot of experience speaking with grumpy war vets and Bucky had a lot of experience with war.

He has this thing where he’s automatically nice to military families.

Nobody blinked when Bucky approached you about an op update today, but when he tossed Snickers to your desk, a discreet hush fell over the room. You didn’t have to look around to know everyone within 20 feet turned their attention to you. Analysts not minding their own business shouldn’t come as a surprise. You and your esteemed colleagues on this wing were employed to find, study, and interpret data after all.

“Sweets.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice. Regret consumed you instantly because why would you just assume he was talking to you?

Something whizzed past your nose and landed on your desk.

Bucky frowned. You hoped he didn't notice how fast you turned to him. Maybe he was just unhappy about nearly decapitating you. He reached out, deftly moving his hand above yours and repositioned the pack of chocolate so the front cover faced up. He pulled his arm back just as quickly as if your desk was on fire.

The analyst in you had long observed that Bucky wasn’t completely averse to human contact.

He enjoyed the solitude offered by his overheated corner desk, but he didn’t seem to mind when people lingered around his cubicle to look out the window. While he wasn’t much of a hugger or toucher, he’ll indulge Sam with the occasional high-five. Bucky and Steve Rogers put each other in a headlock on a weekly basis.

When the engineering lead fainted in the hall, Bucky caught her in his arms without hesitation. The entire floor wanted follow suit and swoon too.

After a facility-wide duck, cover, hold earthquake drill, he offered his hand to assist Claire off the floor. When it was your turn to scramble from under the table, Bucky rapped his Vibranium knuckles on your desk instead, urging you to hurry. What was the rush? He wanted to know if you had any Kit Kats left.

“Eat a banana,” you grumbled as you got on your feet without his help. “Take two,” you added when he only dubiously looked at the bowl of fruit by your desk monitor. You dusted your knees and watched him tear a banana from the cluster.

You thought he chuckled softly before he replied, “Yes boss.”

When it came to getting your attention, Bucky relied on office supplies. He rolled sheets of paper to nudge your arm or he tapped you on the shoulder with a folder. One time, he flicked a paperclip across the conference room table. It landed in your coffee, which made you yelp and interrupt Tony. Bucky raised his brows, a picture of innocence, while you pretended to have a question for the billionaire genius about jet propeller functions at high altitudes.

These were things that shouldn't occupy significant storage space in your head. Space you could use to remember decidedly more useful information like how to deal with a clogged sink or use a gun. You really should learn how to shoot or at least learn basic self-defense.

You eyed the Snickers pack, wondering how he knew you’d just run out of supply. “Thanks Sergeant Barnes, but you didn’t have to.”

His nose flared at the use of his military designation but he caught the slight tilt of your head, letting him know he had an audience. He sighed like a tired parent but the corner of his lip curled.

You ought to be suspicious, but the butterflies in your stomach wouldn't let you focus on a single train of thought.

“Fine but when you see the incident report, remember that’s what you said.” He jerked his head, tossing it back a few times to get rid of the stray locks stuck to his cheek.

As if on cue, a bell alerted you to a new email. “Do I want to read that?”

The gorgeous, steely-eyed super soldier shrugged. He wasn’t smiling but that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling smug about knowing something you didn’t.

It wasn’t fair, those eyes. That pouty mouth. The way his brows shot up when he talked about landscaping machinery.

You cleared your throat and it was not because you were about to read highlights from the email. “Let’s see here… Six-car pile up, seven if we count the truck that turned on its side, confirmed minor injuries, two GSWs, road damage. Public Works recommends closures… for at least three days, which means… one week? Geez Bucky.” You checked the location pinned on the report. “Oh and it’s just off the Alexander Hamilton Bridge. The city’s going to love that.”

You barely got past “six-car pile-up” when Bucky started talking too, with raised hands, his low voice weaving between your stress-induced higher pitch. “Look, the important detail, which I’m sure the report notes, is that we got the bad guys. Witnesses, all safe. Check the report; gotta be in there somewhere. We got the bad guys.”

He moved closer and an electric pulse ran up your spine. The only way to hide your reaction was to fake indignation over the report. “Bad guys.” You hummed and pretended to skim the email again. “I can confirm the report mentions ‘bad guys’ a grand total of... zero times. I feel like we’ve had too many chats about why we don’t write 'bad guys’ in field reports.”

“You haven’t even read through the whole thing. And I stopped doing that because you asked me to.” Bucky crossed his arms. It was impossible to ignore how jacked he was, even under the hoodie and leather jacket.

You were done. So done. He could pass gas and you would giggle like a person with a crush, because, well that’s your affliction. A terrible case of having the hots for James Buchanan Barnes. You shouldn’t, but who gets to just pick who to like?

“I’m a fast reader.” Your ability to look him in the face and maintain motor functions was worthy of an Academy Award and an Olympic gold medal. Minimum.

He mistook your narrowed eyes for annoyance. “Fine, shall we call them unscrupulous businessmen in clear violation of Wakandan laws and at least two international treaties?”

“Alleged.”

He scoffed. “Please, not when I catch them red-handed.” He tried blowing the hair off his cheek this time. “Always making a run for it. Always get them in the end.”

People were used to the back and forth you’ve got going with Bucky. It was the only time they heard Bucky speak beyond what was required to communicate something.

You scrolled through paragraph after paragraph on your screen. “You couldn’t just ask them nicely to return whatever they stole? I’m going to be wading through this until after lunch.” The arms inventory alone had to be 20 pages.

Bucky had the decency to look sheepish. He nudged the Snickers pack closer to your hand before stepping away. You glanced just in time to spot it - the split-second rounding of his baby blues, conveying an apology for the hours it’ll take you to work through the case documentation.

He returned before noon with the sandwich.

“Do you want my lunch? I have to drive downtown with Sam and Steve.” He placed the take-out container on your desk without waiting for a reply.

Claire wasn’t even pretending to be busy. She spun in her seat to greet Bucky. “Hello again Barnes.”

You acted like you cannot see her watching you and Bucky, with a know-it-all smile and chin resting on her hand.

“Oh, um, thanks Bucky.” He just saved you a 30-minute trip to the cafeteria. “So what’s in the city today? Alien invasion? Unexplained noises at Bleecker Street?”

“Pizza. Crown Heights.” Bucky gave you a funny look, like aliens and sorcerers didn’t exist. He pointed to the sandwich. “It’s roast beef by the way, because it’s not Tuesday, I remembered. It’s from that deli with the angry old guy.”

He handed you an old man joke on a platter and you couldn’t resist. “You own a deli?” The quip stopped him at the door, where he glowered at you, but you could have sworn he broke into a smile before jogging down the hall.

As soon as he was out of earshot, and you hoped he was out of hearing range, Claire rushed to your desk to deliver her theory: “Bucky Barnes likes you.”

“Of course he likes me. I do his paperwork.” Your remark came quickly. Too quick for your own good. Your silence only encouraged your friend to proceed with her breakdown of the facts.

“Eh.” She dismissed the explanation. “He called you Sweets.”

Maybe Bucky meant the chocolate. Come on. You wanted to be cool about it, to not care, but the ambiguity bugged you. It banged on the door of possibilities and that’s a door that needed to be bolted shut for people dealing with unrequited feelings.

You shot your friend a look. “Chavez. He obviously meant the candy.”

“Oh honey.” She pitied you and she didn’t hide it. “We’re not going down the ‘just friends’ line. We’re friends and I don’t give you candy on a regular basis and the only snacks you ever send my way came from Barnes in the first place.”

“Girl, I wish. This is just bribery by junk food.” You waved your hands over the items on your desk and thought about last week’s Skittles from Bucky that Claire didn’t know about. Yet. “Trust me. Steve Rogers has more feelings for post-its than Bucky does for me.”

Claire didn’t look convinced, but it didn’t matter. It was the truth, one that chipped into your heart with every rare grin, or look of mock confusion whenever you asked him why heavy objects seemed to get lodged into concrete surfaces in operations he's assigned to. Or every time that blasted lock of hair refused to cooperate and cuddled his jaw line instead.

You could only guess why it’s called a crush - with all the heart-crumbling, stomach-lurching, and ego-shattering that came with it - and lordy, crushing on Bucky was a special kind of torture.

For the record, he wasn’t into you and that’s been made clear months ago. That’s not the sad part, not really, because people faced rejection all the time. You weren’t in a unique position.

Conventional wisdom said move on. The sting of liking someone who quite frankly only saw you as a friend would fade. Eventually it’d be a memory you’re supposed to be able to laugh at.

But for reasons that haven’t been made clear yet, this crush evolved into actual feelings, emotions bottled as you and Bucky went about your days, arguing about how many doors he and Steve kicked down that week and who ate the last chocolate bar hidden in one of the desk drawers.

Therein lies the soul wrecking and emotional torpedoing that came with falling in love with Bucky Barnes.

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Part two

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Here Comes the Sun: XXI. When You Were Young (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 5907

Chapter Warnings: Language, Insecurities.

You snapped the book shut and looked up at your class, who stared back at you in complete awe. You laughed, taking in their expressions. The first time you had read this novel, your face looked something similar to how theirs did now. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh, uncrossing your legs and standing up from your seat. Immediately, they started to chatter amongst themselves about the ending, and the volume rose as their voices ricocheted off the walls of the small classroom. 

In the last couple of months that had passed since the takeover of Woodberry, the prison had been completely transformed. It was barely recognisable from how you'd first found it. The cells each had a bed, and now resembled actual rooms. The field had been tilled and converted into farmland courtesy of the Greenes, and you even kept livestock in wooden pens. Best of all, Rick and the others had set up a classroom for you to teach the children. You could remember it like it was yesterday. It had certainly been a well-kept secret, and almost everybody had known about it but you. 

Daryl and his team had scavenged some desks and school supplies, as well as an old blackboard that reminded you of the one you had first written your name on. They'd even brought back a wooden bookshelf - which they had to tie to the roof of one of the vehicles just to get it home. Over the course of the next few weeks, it began to collect books, filling up more and more each day.

Your first assignment had been for your students to create a poster on any book of their choice - and as a result, they also filled the white space of the walls. Before long, the former guards’ office resembled an actual classroom, brimming with colour and, surprisingly, children eager to learn.

"Okay, everyone!" You called out, clapping your hands to get their attention. "Now that we've finished this book, I want you all to write your own short story in response to it."

The group started to murmer amongst themselves again, and you yelled out over the chatter.

"It can be a sequel, or even something different inspired by it." You explained, your voice getting lost in the crowd. "Be as creative as you can." 

It was a real learning curve getting used to teaching younger students. Though, it was a lot more rewarding than you thought it would be. You remembered teaching Carl briefly at the Greene farm, which felt like a lifetime ago now. You never expected for your class to grow to the size that it was.

"I'm looking forward to reading them all tonight before bed." You added, once they had settled down enough to do so.

It was a tradition for you to do all of your marking in the evening. It filled up your time and kept you occupied until Daryl returned. He'd been going on a lot more runs recently, and it made you worry less when you had something to take your mind off it.

"Any questions?" You asked, and saw a flurry of hands go up in response.

"Teacher!" A young girl called, waving her arm to get your attention.

You smiled almost unknowingly. If adults had even half the enthusiasm of children, then maybe a lot more would get done around here.

"Yes?" You answered, and nodded in her direction.

The legs of her chair lifted a few inches off the ground as she swung back a little, and you fought every teacher-urge inside of you that said to pull her up on it.

"Is Mr. Dixon going to read them with you?" She giggled, and suddenly you forgot about the chair.

You couldn't contain the snort that left your mouth from the name 'Mr. Dixon.' You'd have to tell him about it later.

"I meant questions about the work." You chided gently, but the smile on your face told another story. "Though, he might. So make them interesting." 

Once again, you were unable to control the class as they got rowdy, and you just shook your head.

"You don't want him to fall asleep when I read them to him, do you?" You added, as you started to hand out the paper.

The children spent the next hour or so furiously scribbling out their stories in messy handwriting that you'd be tasked with deciphering later. Daryl had been gone for a few days on a run, but he was due back at some point today. Though, you wouldn't put it past him to conveniently arrive home late, to get out of marking duty with you.

When the time came to dismiss your class, you were given a lot of hugs and waves from everybody as they left. Perhaps it wasn't the most professional, but nothing really was these days. You were lucky to even still have a profession given the circumstances. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a figure looming in the entranceway, holding the door open for the children as they left the classroom. It was Carol, and she gave you a warm smile when she caught your eye. You beckoned her in after everyone else was gone, and she made her way shyly towards you with her arms behind her back.

The two of you had grown even closer over the last few months - all of you had. Though, you and Carol got along like a house on fire. She had the most brilliant sense of humor tucked away, and you were often lucky enough to get a glimpse of it when she felt mischievous. Daryl had given the pair of you the nickname 'dynamic duo' - and you thought that nothing could suit you both better.

"What are you doing here, Peletier?" You asked in a mock stern tone. "I don't remember giving you detention."

The woman smiled sheepishly at your teasing, before more confidently sitting down on your desk and stretching out her legs. From behind her back she brought out one hand, and placed a fresh, red apple over your paperwork. You laughed immediately, and so did she.

"I've always been a good student." She told you, with a grin. 

You hummed to yourself, unconvinced. You started to collect the loose sheets of paper from your students' tables, and the woman hopped off your own desk to help you. 

"I caught the end of your lesson. I hope you didn't mind me listening in." She admitted, and you shook your head in response. 

Normally, you got nervous if you were being observed. One time, Daryl dropped by to give you some supplies you'd asked for - and you'd gotten so red that the children made fun of you for the rest of the day. Yet, Carol's presence made you calm; she always was the one to have your back.

"They seem to really love you." The woman added, nonchalantly.

The compliment really did warm your heart. Even before the world ended, all you'd wanted was to gain the approval of your students. Except, that was the one thing that adults struggled to give.

"I just want to make it fun for them." You explained, picking up another hand-written story.

You could tell whose it was just by the handwriting. At this point, you'd gotten to know all of the children so well that they felt like part of your extended family; everyone in the prison did.

"I know they should be learning practical skills, too." You went on. "But I can't let them forget how to read and write."

You were mumbling to yourself, and barely noticed as Carol handed you the other half of the papers. You filed them all into a neat stack, and placed them onto your desk. Except, you now noticed a book sitting on it that hadn't been there before.

"I came to give you something." Carol said, pointing. "Well, to return something."

Your eyes widened as you read over the title. It was in pristine condition, with a shiny cover and an unbroken spine. 

"It's not the same copy." The woman explained. 

You could tell; it was much too neat to be the one you'd brought with you to Atlanta. That one had crinkled pages and a ripped cover even before you had leant it to Carol.

"I asked Daryl to keep an eye out for one on his travels." She admitted, and you perked up at the name. "Thought maybe you could read it to the kids one day."

You held the copy of The Little Prince in your hands, your eyes glancing over the delicate illustration of a young boy lost amongst the stars.

"Carol, you didn't have to do this-" you said quietly.

The woman cut you off before you could go on, nudging you gently with her shoulder.

"I did. I wanted to." She corrected, and you finally looked up to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry for what I did before." 

She said the words quietly, as though ashamed, and this time you were the one to elbow her back and shake your head. She gave a small smile.

"I liked the part with the fox." She told you. "Where he says that important things can only be seen with the heart, not the eyes."

You looked at Carol with a dumbfounded expression.

"I did read it, you know." She laughed.

So, the two of you did finally get to discuss the book together, just like you'd hoped to do all that time ago - back in the warm summer shade of the Greene farm.

When you spotted that mop of hair from across the courtyard, you knew instantly who it was. Well, the crossbow and that familiar leather jacket also gave him away. You started to run in his direction, before you spotted a group of your students and slowed down to an embarrassed jog. The man eyed you, and you could make out his taunting smirk even in the distance. 

It hadn't been that long since you'd last seen him, but your heart still ached to feel his arms around you. You never knew how lonely the nights could seem once you got used to sleeping besides someone you loved. 

You approached Daryl casually, feeling eyes on you. There were people working the fields, and others on the fences dispatching walkers. Even if they seemed busy, you weren't oblivious to their side-eye glances every now and then.

"Hey there, Stranger." You finally greeted the man. "Was starting to forget what your face looked like."

With the influx of survivors, Daryl had taken on even more responsibility than before. He was out for longer and home even less, but you knew it couldn't be any other way. You knew that - but it didn't stop you from resenting the fact.

"Too many damn mouths to feed." Daryl grumbled, pointing to the string of squirrels hanging from his belt. "These people are eatin' like kings." 

You laughed at that, thinking back to the last harsh winter where you'd all had to survive on some questionable meals, to say the least.

"Ah yes, the luxury of fresh squirrel." You teased, eyeing the dead animals strung up by their tails.

You made a face, and Daryl made one back.

"I'll give yers away if ya gonna keep bein' picky 'bout it." He warned, but it was much too light-hearted.

Still, you held your hands up in defence.

"Okay, okay." You replied, sending him a mischievous smirk. "I'm sorry."

The tension was thick between you, despite the banter. Even as dirty as he was, you wanted nothing more than to fall into the man and press a number of kisses to that face of his. Yet, you refrained. Maybe you could get him into the shower first, away from all these people as well.

"Just take a look at your hair, Dixon." You remarked, once you finally noticed it. "Are you growing it out for me? Because I said I had a thing for guys with long hair?"

It hung over his face, and he pushed the loose strands away from his eyes with the back of his hand. It suited him, but he was definitely in need of a good shampoo.

"Yer really pushin' yer luck today, aren't ya?" Daryl muttered, taking a step closer to you.

You couldn't hide the smile that had spread over your face. Even an exchange as simple as this left you beaming. There really was no one else who could make you laugh quite like Daryl Dixon.

"You've been gone for two days." You reasoned lightly, trying to hide the way it actually made you feel. "Am I not allowed to have missed you?"

He tended to tease you about it, so you tried not to make a big deal whenever he returned home. Yet, you failed every time. 

"What d'ya say?" Daryl asked, rubbing his ear.

He'd probably gotten mud stuck in there. It wouldn't surprise you - given how filthy he looked.

"I missed you." You repeated, begrudgingly.

Daryl narrowed his eyes, like he couldn't comprehend what you were saying in the slightest.

"Hmm?" He prompted, waiting for you to explain again.

You huffed and shook your head. You would be dragging him into the showers as soon as he got to the cell block.

"I miss-" you started, before the realisation kicked in.

You immediately slapped the man's chest with the back of your hand, and a smirk spread over his face.

"You're messing with me!" You yelled, and he shrugged his shoulders innocently - like he was completely oblivious.

You attempted to shove him again, but this time he caught your wrist and pulled you in close. Your chest hit his, and you felt the warmth you had been craving. You didn't care anymore about the curious stares, and it seemed that he didn't either. Daryl wrapped his arms around your waist, and you snaked your own over his neck to pull him down to you. 

Your noses touched, and you smiled against him. The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds, just taking in the sight of each other - and the feel. You could tell that you'd unintentionally gathered a bit of an audience. The new members of the community rarely got to see Daryl like this, so you often got quite a few looks whenever you were together - and a lot of follow-up questions when you were alone. You ran your fingers through the ends of his hair, that went all the way down to the base of his neck now.

"Well, if you're not going to let me cut it, the least you can do is let me braid it." You whispered, your face still close to his. 

You'd threatened it once before, but you were more adamant this time.

"Ya can fuck off." Daryl grumbled back, but somehow he managed to make it sound affectionate.

You laughed lightly, and finally gave him the shortest of kisses that only left him wanting more.

"I think the words you're looking for are 'I missed you, too'."

Daryl Dixon was a stubborn man. You'd realised it from the moment you met him. He was the type to stick to his guns, even if they weren't loaded. You'd seen him argue his way out of something even when he was wrong, and convince you of his viewpoint even when you were right. Daryl Dixon was stubborn - but he always cracked eventually when it came to you.

"Don' say nothin'." He snapped, and you bit your lip to hold back the laugh.

"I didn't say anything." You quipped, as naturally as you were able.

You plucked another daisy from out of the grass, and handed it to the child. She took it in her small fist, and threaded it through the man's hair - messily between the braids you'd given him.

"Yer face says it all." He grumbled, his own looking like thunder.

Daryl was sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a few of your younger students. They'd begged him to let them put flowers in his hair after eavesdropping on your earlier conversation, and you'd said yes before he could even reply. He was a stubborn man, but he was also a people pleaser.

"Mr. Dixon, what's your favourite flower?" Another girl asked politely, twiddling a bluebell stem between her fingers. "We'll see if we can find it."

You laughed, but quickly disguised it as a cough.

"Yes, Mr. Dixon." You chimed in. "What is it?"

If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over. Except, the man didn't look all that intimidating with stray daisies interwoven in his hair, and loose plaits that were in the midst of being braided by clumsy hands.

"Stop bein' a lil' shit." Daryl bit back.

Though, he immediately got punished for it.

"Teacher, he said a bad word!" One of the children exclaimed, pointing to Daryl like he was a shamed dog on the naughty step.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, and watched as the man did the same.

"Daryl Dixon, if you swear like that again we'll have to wash your mouth out with soap." You scolded, in your most teacher-like voice.

The children laughed their high-pitched laughs, and you could see a small fire burning behind the man's eyes.

"'M gonna murder ya in yer sleep." He mumbled below his breath.

You yanked on the strand of hair you were braiding, before half-heartedly apologising and claiming it to be an accident. Daryl flinched, and whipped his head around to glare at you.

"What the f-" he started, but you narrowed your eyes at him. "Frog." He finished, and you lost it.

You let out what was perhaps the most unattractive snort of your life, which was much too bold to be disguised as any sort of cough. You knew you'd pay hell for this later, but for now you just wanted to relish in the power. You had Daryl in the palm of your hand, his hair quite literally wrapped around your little finger. He turned to glance at you, but you tugged again - but more gently this time.

"Jus' watch what yer doin'." He reminded you, before muttering some more underneath his breath. "Are ya tryin' to scalp me?"

Somewhere in the midst of the exchange, Deputy Grimes has sauntered over with an expression equally as smug as the one you wore. He had Judith in his arms, resting over his hip, and looked down at Daryl with a grin as he approached. He was wordless, but when the two of you made eye contact it was hard to remain that way.

"Jus' don't." Daryl sighed, sounding completely defeated.

"I didn't say anything." The officer replied, and at this point you couldn't deny that there were tears in your eyes.

Daryl looked up at Rick and squinted from the sun. He shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah. Tha's what they all say."

Rick watched the exchange in amusement. It had been refreshing to see him so relaxed during the last few months. You thought that he really deserved a break - and it seemed that he was making the most of it by spending time with his children.

"What did you do this time?" The man asked Daryl.

He shrugged in response, before one of your students reminded him to keep still.

"Nothin'." He grunted, seeming to be at the end of his rope. "Dunno why 'm bein' tortured for feedin' the lot of ya."

The string of squirrels had been passed along to the cook before the children had all but seized Daryl and demanded that he played with them. You may have had some involvement in his kidnapping, but you were only a bystander, really.

"Quit complaining, you big baby." You reminded him, before tucking a flower behind his ear.

Daryl had a vacant stare, but it soon became a warm one when he noticed Judith making some gurgles and smiling in his direction. She had her arm outstretched towards him, and Rick lowered her down so that she could be closer to what she was reaching for. The baby smiled a gummy smile, and ever so gently patted Daryl's head - eyes wide at the array of colourful flowers there. The man stayed completely still and allowed her to do it, and you just watched. You wished you had Glenn's camera during moments like these.

Not long after, the officer said his goodbyes, and left with his daughter. She peeked over his shoulder at the two of you as they walked away, and it made your heart melt as you looked at her.

"She's so adorable." You said, to no one in particular. "I want one."

Daryl choked, and you smirked at him deviously.

"Just kidding." You admitted, as though you hadn't almost caused the man to have a heart attack.

Daryl spluttered again before standing up. Most of your students had left the two of you alone, having gotten bored during your chat with Rick. You watched as the man shook out his hair, letting the flower petals float to the ground like leaves from a tree. 

"Jesus Christ, woman." He muttered, looking in your direction. "Calm down, would ya?"

You smiled as you helped him untangle the braids.

"There's only so much a man can take in one day." He went on.

Before long, Daryl’s hair went back to looking just as messy as it had done before, and you once again prompted him that he needed a shower. So, the two of you headed back to the cell block, and you slipped your hand into his to also remind him of how much you'd missed him.

"You never did say which flower was your favourite." You said, once the thought came into your mind. 

You glanced over at the man as you walked, but he just gave a small shrug in response.

"Dunno." He said quietly. "Guess I like the yellow ones."

Despite wanting to spend the night alone with Daryl, cuddled up under blankets in your cell as you read him some imaginative hand-written stories, the two of you had been convinced otherwise. Usually, alcohol wasn't permitted inside the prison - something about productivity and sharing that you hadn't really paid much attention to. But, since a lot of people had just returned from a long run, an exception had been made so that you could celebrate. 

It was hardly anything, really. There was barely enough to go around to get you tipsy, let alone drunk, and there were only a dozen of you sitting around the campfire - taking swigs from your plastic cups. The spirits had been diluted to stretch it out a bit more, and you were reminded of being a teenager again, swapping out vodka for tap water so that your parents wouldn't notice. 

Even so, your body hadn't had alcohol in a while - not since the Jack Daniels you'd all polished off back at Hershel's farm. Already, your head felt fuzzy, and your laughs sounded giddier than you'd intended. You were all sitting on the ground, out in the field. It almost felt like that first night you'd cleared the prison - except so much had changed since then. Rather than tentatively holding Daryl's hand in the dark, when everyone else was asleep, you were now sat in between his legs as his arms held your waist. His chest was warm against your back, and you could feel it rise and fall regularly.

You could also smell the alcohol on his breath, but you didn't really mind. It was rare that Daryl did drink - even when it was available to him. You liked the fact that he could relax for once, since he always seemed to bear the burden of looking after everyone else.

"You two!" Tyreese shouted, catching your attention.

Across from you, the man sat beside his sister, Sasha. Vanessa was also next to them. Out of everyone here, you knew the three of them best. Admittedly, you hadn't got around to learning everyone else's names yet. 

You looked up, startled, and Daryl chuckled softly at the way you flinched in his arms. 

"How'd you meet?" The man asked, and offered a smile in your direction.

If there ever were such a packed question, it would have been that one. It was the type of question that required a whole book to answer - like one of the stories you'd set for your students to write. You glanced back at Daryl, only to find that he was already looking at you. He remained silent, so you raised an eyebrow at him before realising that you'd be the one answering.

"It was really romantic, actually." You spoke after a few seconds.

Everyone else's chatter had died down, and you suddenly felt very exposed as you became the centre of attention. Except, liquid courage always did work wonders where you were concerned. 

"The first time I met Daryl, he told me to fuck off and called me a mule." You announced, like you'd been waiting for the perfect moment to do so.

Your audience erupted with laughter, and you took in the looks of disbelief around the campfire - feeling satisfied with your choice of words. Except, it didn't last long. Daryl jabbed you in the ribs with his elbow, and you shot a glare back at him.

"Tha's not what happened." He argued, and everyone fell quiet once again to listen to what the man had to say.

It was rare that they got to see Daryl like this - letting loose and talking without being prompted to do so.

"Jus' fought off two walkers only to have some chick yelling at me, sayin gimme yer hand like the ghost of Christmas past or some shit." He explained, his voice more animated than you'd ever heard it. "Thought my time had come."

A few more chuckles could be heard in response, but Tyreese eventually spoke up.

"Can someone translate for them?" He asked, and it was then that you realised just how much detail you'd need to tell this story of yours.

So much had happened between you and Daryl that you'd need countless sheets of paper to recount it, unlimited words and a number of chapters. You leant back further into the man, deciding how to officially introduce it.

"Well, it all started with this yellow tent." You said, and the others listened.

You went on for a bit, taking sips of alcohol between your words. Everyone seemed enraptured by you, and it even seemed like Daryl was hearing the story for the first time, too. It felt strange to recount it in such a way, and it made you realise just how much had happened since the world had ended. 

You smiled as you finished, deciding to give one last summary to your captivated audience.

"So basically I pulled Daryl up from a cliff-face, then hauled his ass halfway across Georgia, before finally taking a bullet for him."

The alcohol had long since ran out, but everyone had stayed to hear the ending. Maybe you were oversharing, but spirits gave you loose lips - and you always did have a bad habit of running your mouth.

Tyreese started clapping slowly, before pointing at Daryl where he sat.

"You, brother, are one lucky man." He remarked with a smile.

You heard Daryl grumble something next to your ear, before addressing him back.

"She leaves out the part where she stuck 'er finger into my wound and sang outta tune next to me for three hours straight."

You bit your lip before finishing off what little was left of your drink.

"Minor details." You mumbled.

Some of the men you didn't know were murmuring amongst themselves beside you, but your head was too foggy to make out what they were saying. Perhaps Daryl could, since he had a scowl over his face. You didn't have time to question it, though, because Vanessa soon interjected with a laugh.

"So you're telling me that you now share a bed with the same guy who had walker ears around his neck when you first met him?" She teased, and you beamed back at her.

"Yeah-" you muttered, before sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I question my own judgement, too."

The walk back to your cell was more of a stumble, but no one had to know that. You and Daryl both made it there in one piece, so no further questions needed to be asked as to why you were missing a shoe, or who you'd tripped over along the way. It had seemed all fun and giggles, until you realised that it had been one-sided fun and entirely your own giggles.

Once you entered the room, you finally noticed how quiet Daryl had been. He toed his boots off wordlessly and threw his leather jacket into the corner. He knew how much that frustrated you, but he seemed too wrapped up in his own thoughts to care. 

You walked up to the man and snaked your arms around him from behind, so that your chest was pressed to his back. All day, you'd been craving for the two of you to just be alone - but now that you were, he seemed too agitated for his own good. You thought that you must have missed something, because Daryl definitely didn't seem like himself. 

You rubbed your palms along his chest slowly, but he stopped you with his own hand, and pulled away. He turned to face you, and you cocked your head to the side as you took in his expression. His eyes were narrowed, and he was chewing at his lip like he always did when he was confused. Eventually, he shook his head.

"Yer too good for me." He stated, like it was a fact. "'M a lucky man." He went on. "Why'd ya want someone who wore walker-"

"Whoa, slow down there." You cut him off. 

He was reciting all of the things that had been said over the campfire, you realised - except they'd all been playful jokes, and he knew that. The man sounded like a broken record, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what had made him break.

"Someone's had too much to drink." You reasoned, but raised an eyebrow as you did so.

You weren't convinced yourself, but you had no other explanation as to why he was blurting out the things that he was. Daryl was a big man, and the amount of alcohol he'd drank was nowhere near enough to get him drunk.

"'M fine." He confirmed, but you knew there was more going on. "Jus' the truth, s'all."

The man looked down at his feet as he spoke the words, and you sighed.

"We are not doing this again, Daryl." You warned, and took a step closer to him.

Ever since more people had been coming to the prison, Daryl had seemed to convince himself that there were plenty of better options available to you - all without consulting you about it, of course. It had gotten to the point where you'd snapped at him, almost a month back, and it had escalated into a fight. You understood where he'd been coming from - a few people had gotten a little too friendly with you on more than one occasion. But, you'd convinced him that you were right where you wanted to be, next to his side. 

You'd thought that had been the end of it, but something must have happened to bring it back to the surface.

"I see the way they all look at ya. Like they want ya." Daryl snarled, like he was seeing things that you couldn't. "They were talkin' 'bout it right in front of me."

And suddenly, it all made sense. The men you had noticed staring and mumbling had set Daryl off. You realised that he must have heard what they were saying - and that it must not have been good. Yet, part of you still felt frustrated that he had even listened to it. You'd spent the whole night recounting how you met the man, and how much he meant to you, only for your words to be completely unravelled by words of others that were insignificant.

"So?" You finally responded, more forcefully than you intended.

Daryl's head snapped up to look at you, and you met his eyes in return.

"I go through the same thing with you."

The man was silent for a few seconds, like he couldn't fully comprehend what you'd said.

"What?" He asked, and you shook your head.

"Just because you're blind to it, Dixon, doesn't mean that I am." You told him.

You placed your hands over his chest again, but this time he didn't shrug you off.

"They look up to you. You're a hero to a lot of these people." You explained, like you'd truly accepted the fact. 

You could feel the heat radiating off the man from underneath the tips of your fingers, and you took another step closer to him so that he could feel you, too.

"You don't think there's days that I hear women giggling about you? Talking about you like you're some knight in shining armour who rescued them from this world?" You said, chuckling a little as you did so.

At first, it had killed you to see. Every time you noticed someone staring at the man, or whispering about him when they thought you couldn't hear, it made your blood boil. But, after a while you became numb to it - mostly because Daryl never even spared them a second glance.

"It makes me feel pretty shitty, too." You admitted, as you let your fingers rest over the first button of his sleeveless shirt.

You looked upwards at him, and he gave you a small nod - so you started to unbutton it.

"But then I come back to our cell, and I'll see that you've left me flowers on our pillow." You went on, smiling in the direction of your mattress, where you had missed the man’s presence over the last few days. "Or I'll notice a new cassette tape in my walkman without you even saying anything."

You reached the last button, and shrugged the material over Daryl’s shoulders so that you could see his bare chest.

"And then I forget about all those other people." You confessed, and pressed your palm over his heart. "Because I'm reminded everyday that you're mine."

Daryl immediately placed his hand over the back of yours, and squeezed it gently. 

"I'm yours." He agreed, and this time leant down to give you a kiss of his own without being prompted.

It was soft, but you'd missed the feel of him - and it made you impatient. You could taste the alcohol on his lips, and so you broke away before you became too intoxicated by it.

You hooked your fingers around his belt loops and pulled his body closer to yours - so close that his bare chest was warm against you, and you could feel his heart pounding.

"Then show me." You said, and he did.

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FATWS One Shot #1 - Back to the Beginning

Word Count: 1644

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Intoxicated Automobile Accident, Steve Being a Slight Puppy

Setting/Characters: Directly after Captain America: The First Avenger, New York City; Reader, Director Nicholas Fury, Captain Steven Rogers

A/N: Here it is! The first One Shot that goes along with my FATWS Series! Keep in mind; it doesn’t take place during FATWS. There are NO SPOILERS in this and there will be NO SPOILERS in any of the One Shots. I do recommend still reading the Series, though, to understand the Reader more. These are more like…prequels to the Series. And it won’t be a series. It’ll just be a collection of One Shots based on what I think is important and what you guys wanna see. I also WON’T BE DOING A TAGLIST FOR ONE SHOTS! (Only those in my All Works Taglist will be tagged!) I’ll be adding them to my FATWS Series Masterlist under a ‘One Shot’ section, so you’ll be able to find them there, and I’ll also be tagging them with #fatws series oneshots. Feel free to send in requests for what you wanna see. I’ve gotten a few already, so I’ll be writing those tomorrow. I’ll say that they’ll all be shorter like this one, but...knowing me...we’ll see.

(Also, I’m aware of the theories that SHIELD chose the woman because the resemblance to Peggy, but just ignore that for this.)

As always, not beta’d so please excuse mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and each other! Enjoy and stay tuned!

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You knew. You knew the moment his eyes raked over your form. You knew when he looked over his shoulder at the radio playing some baseball game from 1941. You had done your homework, just like you did with every mission you worked. Granted, this one was a little different, but when Fury called you in personally, you couldn’t say no. You told them your uniform was wrong. You told them the game was too close to when he went under. You told them.

So you weren’t surprised in the least when he smashed through the wall, running out of the room. You didn’t necessarily regret pushing the button; you did it because you knew your cover had been blown, not because you were threatened. But you regretted calling out Code 13, not realizing that they’d chase him out into the middle of Times Square of all places.

Before you could head outside, wanting to know what happened, Fury’s name flashed across your vibrating phone.

“Y/L/N.”

“We’re heading back.”

An eyebrow raised, showing your confusion. “That was quick.”

“He’s fine, if you’re insinuating what I think you are.”

“I’m not insinuating anything, sir.” It was a lie, of course. You wouldn’t put it past Fury to slow down the Captain anyway he could, especially if the Man Out of Time was putting up a fight. “Sir, with all due respect, I tried-”

“I know, Agent. When We get back, we’ll set up in Conference Room C. I want you to join us.”

Your eyes narrowed, free hand on your hip. “You only called me in to ease him into this whole new century thing-”

“And he’s not eased.”

“It’s not my fault, Fury. I told your guys that it was wrong-”

“I know, Agent. Introducing him to the new century obviously went less smoothly than we anticipated.”

“Ya think?”

“Conference Room-”

“C. I heard you the first time. I’ll be there. Give me a few minutes.” He hung up without any farewells, making you roll your eyes. The director had pulled you off an assignment - in the middle of it - and promised you could get back to it once you finished helping him with the Star Spangled Man problem; help Captain Rogers integrate into the new times. But it was starting to seem that Fury didn’t just mean when he woke up.

You quickly changed, switching the old fashioned uniform for the tighter SHIELD-assigned one, before heading up to the level with all the conference rooms. You understood doing this in New York instead of the HQ in DC - the captain was from New York and, as much as it changed, some things would be familiar - and you definitely understood not doing this on the Helicarrier since Rogers didn’t even know about smartphones yet. And you definitely weren’t complaining; you had an apartment here in the City that you hadn’t slept in for months now.

Glancing at the room plaques, you paused in front of ‘C’. You took a couple breaths, relaxing yourself just as you did before any mission, before opening the door and stepping in.

Fury and Rogers were sitting at the table on opposite ends, the blonde looking around warily, eyeing the few agents lining the walls. You shot Fury a look, disapproving of the firepower in the room.

“Captain. Director.” You nodded to them in greeting.

Roger’s eyes snapped towards you, recognition lighting up his features. “You-”

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Sorry about the act.”

He nodded hesitantly, watching you as you sat down a couple seats from Fury. “I have some other business to attend to, so I’ll make this quick. To help you adjust, it’s been decided to assign an agent to help you for the next few months. Agent Y/L/N, here, will take that position.”

You blinked, turning to Fury, not expecting that. “What?”

Fury ignored you, standing up and setting down a file on the table in front of you when he passed. “The file has what you need to explain to him. Start now.”

“Fury.” You snapped, eyebrows furrowing as you stared at the file. Looking back as the door opened, you scrambled to stand when you realized he was leaving. “Fury! Excuse me.” You pardoned yourself from the captain, chasing after the director without waiting for his reaction. “Nicholas!”

That got his attention, his stride pausing. He spun on his heel, an eyebrow quirked. “Agent-”

“You didn’t mention anything about months helping him. I thought you meant, at most, a week!”

He crossed his arms tightly across his chest. “You’re the first person he saw when he woke up. You’re the best option.”

“First off,” you mimicked his position, popping your hip for good measure. “Even though I was the first person he saw, I deceived him. Why would he trust me? Second, why me? I understand having me for the little show you put on. I get that. But me? Of all people? You know I don’t do personal stuff.”

Fury narrowed his eyes. “You’re on this, and that’s final. He needs to know politics and technology. Settle him into the apartment in the file.”

You gaped as he turned around and started towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. “What about-?!”

“Your mission is being taken care of!” He called over his shoulder. “Politics and technology!”

You huffed, stomping your foot, frustrated, well aware of the fact that you were throwing a mini tantrum. You worked behind the scenes, acting as someone other than yourself. You didn’t help 93 year old super soldiers settle into new houses, teach them about current politics, and explain what cell phones were.

Walking back into the conference room, you found it empty besides Rogers, who was looking through the file, eyebrows knit in confusion. “Sorry about that.” You apologized, moving around the table to plop into the seat next to him.

He gave a half hearted shrug, glancing over at you. “It’s okay. He didn’t tell you the plan. I don’t blame you for being annoyed.”

“Yeah…it’s nothing personal. I’m not annoyed at you, and it’s not because of you. It’s just-”

“You don’t do personal stuff.” At your quirked eyebrow, he tapped his ear. “I could hear you.”

You cleared your throat, feeling slightly embarrassed at being heard. “Oh. Right. Enhanced hearing. Um, so, I guess you’re already starting without me.”

The tips of his ears turned red as you gestured to the file he was scanning. He dropped it, moving it over to you. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You shook your head. “It’s your schooling. However you wanna do this, whatever pace you want, we’ll do that. Fury just wants you to know-”

“Politics and technology.” He shot you a small smirk. “I heard that too.”

You chuckled a bit, nodding. “Right. Okay. Let’s see here. Nickie said there was an apartment they got you…”

“Page six.” He informed you as you flipped through the pages.

You hummed, looking at the small apartment, perfect size for one person, right here in Manhattan…in the same building as yours, you noted. “Of course.” You rolled your eyes. You’d basically be his babysitter, and you knew neither of you wanted that.

“What? What’s wrong?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “This is my building.”

He blinked, looking down at the picture of the apartment. “Oh. Well, if you want I can request a change-”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just - I wish Fury told me.”

“Can-can I ask you a personal question?”

You shrugged, thumbing through the rest of the file. They basically wanted you to give him a government lesson starting with the fifties and then go over military technological advancements - a lot of Stark Industries stuff. “You might as well. We’re gonna be spending quite a bit of time together.”

“Why don’t you do personal?” You stopped your reading, tapping a finger on the table as you chewed on your cheek. “Sorry. You don’t hafta share if it’s too personal. I get it. I was never really into sharing my emotions, either.”

Turning your head to him, your lips pursed thoughtfully. His head was ducked, his blonde hair previously parted and styled was falling into his eyes, which were trained on his linked hands in his lap. His forehead was still creased, but it was more contemplative than confused as it was previously. 

“I specialize in undercover operations.” Ignoring the way he whipped his head to you, slight surprise in those blues that you were answering his question, your head dropped back to the files, trying to act nonchalantly. “Before that I grew up in foster homes. My parents died when I was little. Drunk driver. No one survived. I was…two. I think. Maybe three. I learned to keep my head down to stay out of trouble; be the kid whoever had me wanted me to be. Anyways, I’m used to playing other people. I’m not really used to being myself.”

The room was blanketed with a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, either, but it was welcomed as Rogers processed what you had just told him. His voice was quiet, almost shy, when he spoke up. “You can be yourself with me…if you want.”

You looked over at him again, your lips turning up slightly as you met his sincere gaze. “Thanks. You can be yourself with me too, Captain Rogers.”

“Let’s start with you calling me Steve, Agent Y/L/N.”

Your features broke into a bigger grin as you nodded, accepting his terms. “Alright, Steve. I don’t really have a preference. Just don’t call me Agent. I get flashbacks to every conversation with Fury.”

Steve laughed and you couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes shut, his nose scrunching up. “Alright.” He agreed with a beam. “I think I can avoid that, honey.”

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#01 - Tape One | series masterlist

⮞ Beta Reader - @jschllatt​ ! thank you so much for proofreading this for me !

⮞ Pairing - Monster!Technoblade x Monster-Hunter!Reader ⮞ Summary - A sleepless night and a hazy mind aren’t the smartest thing to bring along on a solo mission that could end in your demise, but what’s the worst that could happen? ⮞ Rating - Mature (SFW) ⮞ Warnings - cursing , weapons ( hatchet, crossbow, gun ) , slight anxiety ⮞ Word Count - 2.8k ⮞ Taglist - Open! Send an Ask or DM to be added

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Time is a finicky thing. It's a social construct created by humans as a desperate grasp at something they can control. Of course, they can't control the sun or the stars. That would be insane, would it not? Humans were the people who gave time meaning. If not for them, we would only see it as darkness and light, not the hours we've put between them. How was it they made up such an important idea, something key to their everyday lives, that only they as a race use? Humans are the only ones who use time, their actions simply affect everything else. 

Take canines, for example. Their genetics tell them when they are to hunt, to mate, to kill. They don't depend on the hours or the days, that itself is a foolish thing to them. Why would they need to know it? They know that once the sun has set; the hunt is on. With humans around, they have disrupted the balance of it. These once feared predators depend on the hand of a human to feast. They depend on an electronic clock to sate their pangs of hunger. 

Looking at it, how would humans be without time? Would the world crumble? Would everything they had once known to be true turn out to simply be a lie? Mayhaps-but that is the beauty of it all. The beauty of chaos, the beauty of the world closing its curtains in the final act. And when the crowd asks for an encore, who would the world be to deny their wishes?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock-

The tick of the clock snaps you back to reality like whiplash, your previous thoughts fleeting from your mind in an instant. Your eyes are blurry, everything around you set in a foggy haze. Even aside from daydreaming, everything felt fuzzy. The clock didn’t help with it, the constant noise only setting you on edge more than you already were. 

How long had it been? Hours, maybe? A few minutes? You couldn’t tell, and frankly, you couldn’t care either. Letting out a small sigh, you pinch the skin between your brows, slumping over as you try to ground yourself. You open your eyes after a moment, the blurriness from before subsiding for the most part. Now, you found yourself met with the sight of several manila folders and post-it notes scattered across the mattress you found yourself on. 

Ah, yes- so that’s why you had been up at such an ungodly hour. Your mission. The suicide mission they had assigned you to. Good gods above, how long had you been awake for? Taking in the organized chaos that was your bed currently, it made you grimace. How many files did they have on a single monster? Sure, you wanted to be prepared, but this was absurd. 

However, that apparent thought had never crossed your mind in the previous hours, evidence being the bags forming under your eyes and the overall stiffness of your body. Taking the folder that had found itself on your lap, you flipped it open, reading over the open page. 

“Upon a prior expedition, Piglins seem to be tame around those wearing gold items. Whether it be armor or simple jewelry, they seem to be passive towards those wearing the metal. One scout found themselves near the beasts, but said creatures left him alone upon seeing the gold wedding ring around his finger.”

You squint your eyes, trying to make sense of the next sentence. Was that a Y, or a T? Gods above, you were exhausted. Letting the folder drop back onto your lap, you bring your palms up to your eyes, rubbing harshly to keep a hold of your consciousness. You’d be able to look at the files whilst on the road. Sleep was more important right now if you wanted to survive until the next day.

Knowing the casino’s fellow patrons, they’d probably get a kick out of seeing you leave all drowsy and such. Hell, that wouldn’t come close to how entertaining it would be to them if you didn’t return. With a groan and a sigh, you begin gathering all the files. Paper-clipping a few together here, stapling a few there until the process was complete. Looking at the files stacked together, you really were in over your head. The number of files was making your head dizzy, not counting how sleep-deprived you were in the current moment. 

Placing the folders in a neat stack on the floor beside your bed, you finally let your body relax. Your back falls against the mattress, sinking into it almost instantly. It was nowhere near comfortable on a normal day. The mattress was hard, firm, and wildly uncomfortable, but now? You might as well have been sleeping on a cloud. Before your hazy mind could even process it, you were out like a light, left to your own devices in the world of unconsciousness. 

05:30 in the morning. Who in their right mind decides that the crack of dawn is an appropriate time to wake up? Quackity, apparently, because that’s exactly the person who was pounding relentlessly on your door. The loud and sudden noise is enough to make you jolt upright in your bed. Your foggy mind can’t even process what is happening, much less when he speaks.

“It’s 05:30! Get up! You leave in the next hour, c’mon! You’ll be burning daylight before you know it, so get your ass ‘outta bed!” His shrill voice is enough to get you to peek your eyes open, immediately met with the darkness of the room. With the warm sheets you found yourself in, the comforting dimness of the room, you almost fall back asleep then and there. Almost being our keyword here, because you wouldn’t want to make Quackity mad, now would you?

With a groan, you’re able to kick the sheets off of the bed, successfully leaving you out in the open as the cool air of the room sets across your warm body. It sends a shiver running through you, effectively allowing goosebumps to settle across your skin. The feeling is unpleasant, but that’s the point of it. With minimal effort, you sit yourself up in the bed, immediately regretting your actions. 

Your muscles are tight, making every turn and twist of your body painful. A silent scream rips through your throat as you stretch your arms above your head, only to turn into a satisfied groan as your muscles relax. One would have thought that the richest hotel in the city would at least have comfortable beds, but apparently not. No, instead, you were better off sleeping on the carpet, which you could proudly admit was comfier than your own mattress. 

Looking out the small prison-like window your room provided, the sun hadn’t even risen yet. The sky, a blur of dark blues and purples sprinkled with stars, was your only greeting. You could see the lighter hues begin to peek over the horizon from where you sat. A masterpiece from your window, who would have thought?

Aside from the awe-inducing view, you yourself felt far from it. You had a lot to do in the span of an hour. A short time span, but it was feasible. With hurried motions, you’re able to dress in form-fitting attire; something not too tight, but at the same time not too loose. It was important to wear such clothing in these times. Something too tight could leave you breathless, in this case, vulnerable. If it were to be too loose, it could get caught on something or weigh you down. That shouldn’t have to explain why that would be unfortunate. 

Style aside, you now had to tackle the process that was your files. The ones you had obtained were a copy. They’d never give you the original without a backup in store. That would simply be foolish. Instead, you’d been given a clean copy of said files, all neatly tucked into their respective folders. Of course, that neatness had been your doing alone. 

You made quick use of your time, neatly tucking the folders and files alike into your bag. The bag itself was less of a bag and more of a backpack, however, it served both uses. The fabric was weatherproof, as you liked it. It was strong, not even a tear could be seen over it. It had lasted you all your time here so far. Hopefully, it would survive the rest of the way. 

With your bag fully prepared with your files, clothes, and things of the like, you set out for the armory. Swinging open your door rather roughly, you make your way down the halls, turning here and there and speeding down a flight of steps or two. Checking a clock on the wall as you amble down the halls, you see that you have just under 20 minutes before Quackity is on your ass. Perfect.

With a final descent into the basement of the building, you reach the armory. The place itself is impressive, with one wall lined up entirely with weapons. Guns, crossbows, blades; any weapon of destruction that you wanted was here. The rest of the open room stayed reserved for a shooting range. Was it the smartest option that it was indoors? Maybe not, but would you rather be shooting outside where beasts of unknown origins could hear you? Hell no.

The man running the armory shoots you a look as you enter. Some could interpret it as a glare, but to you, it was nothing short of a hopeful wish for your demise. Unfortunate maybe, but you couldn’t be one to judge. Politely, you offer a wave. Nothing flashy or energetic, simply the bare minimum. 

You don’t look to see if he responds in any way, as you probably wouldn’t be met with anything. Instead, you turn your attention to the wall. They really had any weapon you could need here, didn’t they? Every single one was in pristine condition, that you could see at least. 

You would have never touched a weapon in the old world, that you knew as fact. Why would you if you didn’t have a reason to? Why so much as place a finger upon something that could cause harm, when you could put your efforts into something else? Those thoughts, ones that you used to have, have been long forgotten as of now. 

Taking a moment to admire them, you reach for a sleek, black crossbow. Weighing it in your hands, you press the stock against your shoulder and take a step behind you towards the range. It feels nice in your hands, not too heavy nor light. You take one arrow from the attached quiver, loading it with a quick move of your hand. Turning around, you kneel down and peer through the scope at the hay targets 15 yards away from your current position. 

You hover your finger above the trigger, lining up your sights with the yellow center of the target. At that moment, nothing else matters. Not the man behind the counter, giving you shady looks as he watches you with an unimpressed look. Not that mission, the simple task that weighed your life in its hands like a god. Nothing. The only thing that mattered now was you and the target. 

You steady the crossbow, using your other hand to hold it up. If you missed this, how could you survive in the field? Your eyes arrow in on the small, yellow circle in the center of the target. It wouldn’t be too hard to hit it, considering there was no wind nor monsters chasing you at the moment. You wanted to hit the minuscule black dot in the center. 

With a sharp breath in, you fire. The arrow fires, flying through the arrow and straight towards the target. The man behind the counter raises an eyebrow, watching the arrow as it rips into the target. He lets out an annoyed huff, already heading under the counter to get a full quiver for you. Bullseye.

You smile to yourself softly, the good feeling of accomplishment flowing through you. Letting the weapon rest against your side, you turn back to the wall. With your primary weapon figured out, now you needed a melee and possibly a secondary weapon as well. 

You choose something less flashy for your secondary, simple G17. The pistol isn’t your favorite, but it’d be better to have it than nothing. You had one when you first started out, the damn thing jamming too many times for your liking. Granted, you didn’t have sufficient ammo for the gun, but you’d rather it worked in life-threatening situations than not. 

Now all you needed was a melee weapon. Easier said than done, seeing the sheer amount of different options at your disposal. You didn’t need something flashy, nor did you want it. You let out a quiet laugh as you look over some of the more… unusual options. Good gods, as much as you wanted it, you didn’t need a damn sword with you. 

Looking back to the more tactical options, something catches your eye. A steel hatchet, an awfully beautiful one at that. The dark metal shines against the flickering lights of the armory, the edge of the blade reflecting your own features. You grip the handle, prying it off the wall, and hold it tightly. It was a lot lighter than you’d thought, feeling at home as you curled your fingers around it. 

It was on the smaller side, but that only added to it. Gracefully, you toss it from one hand to the other, feeling the difference between the two. You’d wield it in your dominant hand, but it’s worth the effort to try with both. With a nod to yourself, you grab all three weapons and head to the man behind the counter. 

He’s just as unamused as he looked when you first entered, scrunching up his nose as you place the weaponry on the concrete counter, the items clinking together in the process. He ducks under your line of sight, grumbling to himself. Within a few seconds, he pops back up, all the supplies you’d need in his arms. 

A quiver, hatchet cover, ammo; anything you’d need for however long the mission would be. His tone is bored as he asks for payment, sliding your things across the counter with his hand held out. Reaching into one pocket of your bag, you pull out four poker chips, a mocking smile on either red or blue side. 

His eyes widen as you drop them into his palm, staring at them with confusion. His voice almost hints at that of anger as he speaks up, voice gravelly. “I said two, not four. Are you an idiot?” His eyes are dark when they look into your own. You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, grabbing your things and clipping them to your bag. “Consider it my thanks, Phineas.”

His mouth is agape as you leave, lifting your hand up as a ‘farewell’ while you head out the door. As your footsteps fall heavy against the floor, you contemplate your prior decision. Chips were the casino’s idea of money. You received chips if you did particularly excellent work on something, which was rare for most. Four chips for your safety didn’t seem like too far of a stretch. One would pay the world for their life, would they not?

Your steps echo down the halls as you make your way towards the main door, anxiety bubbling up. Gods, you were going to die on this mission, weren’t you? A solo mission against one of the most powerful beasts you had ever read about? You might as well have been writing your will then and there. The carpet of the lobby muffles your steps, leaving you to listen with no distraction to your racing mind. 

Was this the last time you would step foot in the casino? You squeeze your eyes tightly, stopping in your tracks right in front of the door, letting out a groan. Fuck, you were overthinking this. Even if you didn’t make it to tomorrow, at least you made it this far, right? With a little pep talk to yourself, you push open one of the glass doors and step out into the darkness that lays outside of the casino. 

“Oi.” 

The voice makes you wince involuntarily. Turning to your left, you see the familiar mop of jet black hair leaning up against one of the casino’s walls. Your hands find themselves at your bag’s straps, pulling them tightly against you as you meet his gaze. 

“Quackity.” Your voice comes out small, not something that you liked. His breath comes out in a puff, the cold temperature of the morning making the sight visible. Like a dragon, you think in the back of your mind. The childish thought is tossed aside as he pushes off of the wall, watching as he rubs his hands together and making his way past you. He stops at your side, not looking over at you. No, he just looks ahead as the sun rises behind you. 

“Come back, won’t you?”

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classmate jeno x reader with enemies to lovers please 🥺

There were a million and one reasons why you couldn’t stand Jeno: 

1. he’s an asshole

2. he’s the student body president for the second year in a row (you lost twice)

3. he’s a popular rich kid

4. he’s smart, athletic, AND good looking (I mean seriously... who is that lucky?)

Just to list a few. 

        You went to school together all your lives and it somehow felt like each year he got more and more irritating. This year is your last year and you promised yourself you wouldn’t let whatever ridiculous rivalry you and Jeno had ruin it. And so far you had done a good job of keeping that promise until this very moment. 

School had ended for the day, marking the completion of the first week of your senior year. You were reaching for a pen that dangled from a string next to a sign up sheet when you felt the warm skin of another hand brush against yours. You raised your head planning to mutter a quick apology to the person until you locked eyes with that bastard Jeno. The soft expression on your face immediately went icy as did his. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” you spat at him, the pen lingering in your hand. Jeno plucked it from between your fingers and wrote his name on the sign up sheet. Your eyes went wide and he dropped the pen, letting it hang from its string once more before turning to you and stepping forward. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he towered over you with his height. 

You groaned, stomping your feet before whining “You’re already president, why do you have to join yearbook too?” 

Jeno rolled his eyes, “Because I need more clubs for my college application.”

Your eyes shot daggers into his. You picked up the dangling pen and scribbled your name under his on the list before turning on your heels and walking into the open classroom next to you. You emerged from the room an hour later, expressionless. You pinched yourself, hoping that today was just an awful nightmare. Person after person left the room, walking past you until the hall went quiet with the exception of a few voices that lingered further down the school hall as people slowly made their way out. 

Things had gotten just slightly worse. When choosing the president for the Yearbook club, you and Jeno ended up in a deadlocked vote -- thus encouraging Mr. Park, the faculty member in charge to come up with the brilliant idea of electing you both to share the presidency. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you had to be in the same club. Now the two of you would be spending basically the entire year together working on such an important project. 

“Im not going to let him ruin me, I’m not going to let him ruin me, I’m not going to let him ruin me,” you repeated to yourself quietly as you slowly walked towards the nearest exit, in what felt like a daze. 

“That is quite the mantra,” teased Jeno. He had left the classroom last after talking with Mr. Park and caught up to you at some point. You jumped at the sound of his voice. 

“What do you want now?” you groaned.

Jeno stepped in front of you blocking your path. 

“Does it look like I want to be president with you? I’m being mature about it because it’s what everyone else wanted so you should stop acting like such a brat,” he spat. 

“You’re calling ME a brat? How ironic,” you scoffed, “You’re already in a ton of different clubs and hold multiple presidencies. What else could you possibly need for your college application? You could even buy your way in if you wanted to.”

Jeno froze at your final sentence. You continued the assault of words. “You know what your problem is? You can’t stand to lose,” you said, standing toe to toe with him. Jeno chuckled under his breath before bending slightly so that his face was hovering over your face. 

“You know what your problem is, princess? You’re okay with losing unless it’s to me,” he began, “You may still be royalty but that doesn’t mean you are anywhere near as powerful as I am,” he said as he straightened himself back up, walking backwards as he spoke. He tapped on one of the series of pins fastened to his school uniform jacket and you dropped your gaze to see what he was gesturing to -- it was a golden line drawing of a king’s crown. You locked eyes one last time before he turned around and stormed out of the school, leaving you standing alone in the empty corridor, blood rushing through your body with your fists balled up at your sides. 

That night you returned home, diving right into your study routine and getting an early start on some assignments to distract yourself from the awful day you were having. You had just gotten comfortable in bed when your phone buzzed with new notifications. You leaned over to squint at the bright screen. 

JENO: It’s Jeno 

JENO: School tomorrow. 5:30pm. 

You groaned before reaching for the device to type out a reply. 

Y/N: How did you get my number?

JENO: I’m the student body president. I can do anything I want. 

JENO: Just be there we have work to do. 

You rolled your eyes at his response before locking your phone and drifting off to bed.

The next day flew by the way Saturday’s typically did. You had breakfast with your family before heading out for a jog and coming home to do some workouts on youtube in your bedroom before taking some time to study and do some yearbook club work. When that evening finally rolled around you threw on some black biker shorts and a comfy oversized black graphic tee with some rock bands logo printed on the front before putting your hair up into a bun. 

Your school uniform was very preppy looking and you had to keep up appearances so every other part of your appearance had to be up to the same standard everyday. This resulted in you dressing quite “girly” so you enjoyed being able to dress down on the weekends when you weren’t out socializing.

Once you were done getting ready you made your way over to the school. According to Jeno, he had both keys and permission for the both of you to get some work done despite it being a Saturday. A security guard was parked outside by the gates when you arrived and you held up your yearbook club pass before he gave you a quick nod then immediately returned to watching some sports game on his phone screen and eating a sandwich. 

When you finally entered the school and got to the Yearbook/Media club lounge, you found Jeno leaning back in a computer chair as he clicked away at the mouse with his eyes glued to the monitor. He didn’t hear you when you entered because of the headphones he had covering his ears. He was dressed down too. He sported grey sweatpants, and a white t-shirt and his black hair looked slightly damp as the strands clumped together slightly and rested against his forehead. He nodded his head to music, and tapped his free fingers against the desk he was seated at. 

When you stepped further into the room he spun in his chair to face you. Jeno’s eyes scanned the entirety of your body before he slipped the headphones down to his neck and spoke. 

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your preppy headband, all that makeup, and those stupid earrings you always wear,” he muttered. 

Okay, low blow. The downside to wearing school uniforms is that you lose a lot of your individuality, and the school rules limit what you can and cannot wear. In fact, students had to fight for the right to accessorize until the ban was lifted. You personally enjoyed wearing tons of different earrings from hoops, to waterfalls and of course you felt a nice headband would draw together your academia look. Both were your signatures and makeup was just a given at such a fancy school. 

“I’d insult you back but honestly you look a lot less annoying when you’re not wearing that preppy uniform jacket filled with pins and patches,” you snapped back. 

“Whatever, I never said it was meant to be an insult,” he mumbled before gesturing for you to come look at his computer screen. 

“I’ve been working on the first draft for the welcome week pages. I think we should follow this layout and theme for the rest of the yearbook. I’m submitting it to Mr. Park,” said Jeno.  

You looked over the screen as Jeno waited for your feedback. “I like my version better,” you said after a few minutes. 

“Your version? Let’s see it then,” he urged. You took a USB keychain that hung with the rest of your keys out of your bag and connected it to the computer before leaning over Jeno and pulling up the file. He shifted his chair backwards to give you room, and sat back as he admired you from behind. It wasn’t until you spoke to him again that you realized what he was doing. 

“How does it look?” you asked as the document loaded onto the screen.

“Real good...” he said as his voice dropped an octave. You turned your head to face him, catching him with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his eyes still set on your backside before he drew them up to meet your gaze and flashing you a cheeky smile that turned his eyes into crescent moons. 

“Stop being a perv and come look,” you said sternly as you changed your position, lowering yourself to your knees by the monitor. Jeno scooted his chair forward again before looking up at your work. Within seconds he had a series of critical comments spilling from his mouth thus triggering a heated argument between the two of you. 

“You know what? I’m tired of going back and forth with you. Let’s just send both to Mr. Park and see which one he likes best,” he challenged. You were both on your feet now and standing toe to toe like you did yesterday during your face off. 

“Fine,” you accepted. Jeno sent the files off and the two of you drifted off into other work. You were both working in the dark room, developing some film, when you heard the faint sound of an email notification ring out from the monitor in the room next door. You and Jeno immediately looked at each other before frantically wrapping up your work and rushing to the computer. 

The two of you were huddled closely by the screen when Jeno clicked on the email to reveal its contents. You both silently read the screen before you were overcome with disappointment 

Mr. Park: Hey President’s. Both look great and would work perfectly with this years Yearbook but if you want my personal opinion, I think I’m leaning more towards Jeno’s! Great work so far and kudos for being so productive on a Saturday! Reach out if you need anything. 

You groaned as you stood back up. Jeno chuckled next to you. 

“Congratulations, you win again,” you snapped at him. He was so caught off guard by your tone that his smile fell from his face immediately and was quickly replaced by a smug expression. 

“Is that all that matters to you?” he asked raising his voice, “winning?”

You were toe to toe for the third time now and it was really starting to get on your nerves because Jeno was built and tall and something about him looking down on you made this stupid position even more annoying for you. 

“One thing! You couldn’t just let me have this one thing!” you yelled back. 

“Oh... my... GOD. You are unbearable!” Jeno groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

“You want to know why I couldn’t let you have this one thing?” he started, leaning down closer to your face. He was inches from you now and his breath danced across your lips when he spoke. 

“Because... you’re such a fucking brat. Every time you whine and complain all I can think about is filling up this pretty mouth so I don’t have to hear your voice anymore,” he said through gritted teeth, reaching his hand up to your chin. 

“And your face... the look on your face every time i beat you at something or take something away from you... the way your eyes get big and teary, and the way you pout your lips like you’re doing right now” he continued, running his index finger across your bottom lip. 

“Nothing turns me on more than taming you like this,” he whispered. Your body shivered under his touch. You were fuming on the inside at his words. They hurt. Yet you were also feeling things you had never felt before. Your eyes scanned Jeno’s face, along his lips and eyes and his jawline. Your nipples hardened underneath the cotton material of your shirt. Jeno noticed. You fought back tears of frustration as one slipped down your cheek, cursing yourself for being so turned on at a moment like this. 

“Don’t cry, baby girl,” Jeno muttered as he took his free hand to wipe away at the tear as his other hand cradled your cheek. Your hands were balled into fists at your sides and you stood frozen in your spot. 

“You’ve been so worried about me ruining you, but maybe that’s exactly what you need to get rid of that attitude...hmm?” he murmured. 

“I-I hate you,” you sputtered out, sounding more whiney than angry. Jeno let out a breath of air as the corner of his mouth turned up into a brief smile. He  stepped closer to you and you stepped back until you were trapped against a table.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled as he hovered his lips dangerously close to yours, eyes searching yours for any sign of resistance. You broke eye contact with him as your gaze settled on his lips. You subconsciously licked your own as you blinked away the remainder of the dampness in your eyes. 

You didn’t notice the way you gravitated towards his lips like a magnet until he leaned away from you slightly and your lips chased after his -- not letting the distance grow too much. Your eyes were still glued to his lips which had formed into a smug grin when you noticed how you had chased after his lips like a needy girl just as you felt the first wave of heat rush to your face.

“Just as I thought...” he muttered as one of his hands dropped to your waist and you felt him tighten his grip ever so slightly. Jeno ran his hand down the side of your body, trailing his fingers along your thighs before running his hands back up again -- this time gripping the bare skin of your waist underneath your graphic tee. 

You sucked in air when his warm hands came in contact with your skin. His eyes were glued to your face and his expression showed a slight hint of darkness. Jeno gripped your waist with both hands firmly before suddenly lifting you off the floor to sit on the edge of the table you had been trapped against. 

You let out a gasp as your butt landed on the cool surface, leaving you seated with Jeno standing between your legs. He bridged the gap between you by stepping closer and pulling you by your hips -- until every part of you was pressed against him. Your hands flew up to his chest to stop you from literally crashing into his chiseled torso.  

You accidentally let out a breathy moan when your crotches met -- feeling Jeno pressed against your center, leaving only the thin material of your biker shorts and your undies between your bodies. Jeno bit his bottom lip in response and rolled his lips once more, making you whimper and sending your hands sliding from his chest down to his waist. You hesitated but your hand placement was a dead giveaway that you wanted more friction. Jeno pulled at your hips one more time as he met your center with another stroke. You felt wetness begin to pool between your legs and tightened your grip on his waist. This time it was you who pulled him forward but he froze just before your bodies could properly connect again as you desperately tried to rut yourself against him. 

“Look at me,” he ordered. Your gaze immediately locked with his, eyes wide and lips pouted, a bit frustrated that he had stopped moving. 

“Good girl... Didn’t think you’d listen to me so well the first time,” he said, rewarding you with another roll of his hips. You groaned at the contact. 

“F-first time?” you question, rolling your hips to meet his as his breathing became more unstable. 

“It’s gonna be a long year, baby,” he started, “We have to work together, so it’s my responsibility to calm you down when you get all bratty.” 

There was something really sexy about the way you both managed to continuously grind against each other in pure ecstasy while having a full blown conversation, speaking between moans and grunts. 

“I’m n-not a brat, you’re just an asshole,” you snapped as you crossed your legs at your ankles, pulling him against you even harder. 

Jeno cursed under his breath at the friction as his hands reached down to grip at your ass before mumbling, “only person who thinks i’m an asshole is you,” he taunted, “you on the other hand are widely known for acting like a complete...”

You interrupted him with another roll of your hips, as a groan slipped from his lips. “Choose your next words carefully, Jeno,” you warned. 

he chuckled before finishing his almost forgotten sentence, “princess... that’s what you’re known for. For acting like such a fucking princess,” he groaned. 

Jeno wasn’t entirely wrong. You did strive for excellence when it came to your common interests in academics and extracurriculars. In fact, a pet peeve of yours was the fact that you and Jeno were always compared to each other, with most of the school being shocked that two people who were so alike seemed to always be at war with each other. In everyone else's eyes you were both one in the same.

Though you were respected, you weren’t delusional. There were definitely people who weren’t fond of you, but you had chalked it up to mere jealousy that was inevitable for a person who excelled as much as you did to experience. Jeno must have noticed your mind wandering because he lifted your chin slightly to direct your attention back to him muttering a soft “hey...” as he snaked his free hand up your shirt, hands brushing against your bare breast. 

You moaned when you felt his fingers tease your sensitive nipple. “Whats wrong with being a princess? People only call me that because they’re jealous,” you questioned. You had definitely begun to soak through your shorts, as you watched a faint wet patch begin to show on Jeno’s joggers. You gripped at the collar of his shirt as he dropped his head down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses all over the delicate skin. 

“F-fuck,” you groaned at the contact, hips jerking. 

“Exactly,” jeno said, lifting his head to lock his eyes with you again. “They’re jealous of how powerful you are... but that’s exactly what turns me on,” he confessed. 

He ran his hands along your cheek, leaning in to a whisper. “Do you know how hard it makes me when I think about turning the most powerful girl in school into a powerless mess?” Jeno tugged at one of your nipples as he finally drew your mouth into his for a kiss. You whimpered into his mouth, overcome with pleasure. 

Jeno deepened the kiss and for once you just allowed him to take control. As much as you hated him, you couldn’t deny that his energy was intoxicating and yes, maybe you were a little bit jealous of him for the same reasons as others were jealous of you. 

How could you not be attracted to someone who was as driven and talented and equally, if not even more powerful than you were in that regard. As much as you butt heads there was no doubt that you were very much a good fit for each other-- if all the fighting and competition were set aside, that is. But this didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was the way he was making you feel. It was as if though all those years of tension had finally bubbled over. 

Jeno’s tongue swirled against yours sloppily, just the way you liked. Even your bodies seemed to be on the same page. He pulled away from you after a few minutes of making out -- leaving a trail of spit hanging from your lips to his as he lifted you off the table and carried you over to one of the couches in the lounge area of the room. 

The sun had already begun to set ages ago, and only the faint hint of the computer screens you had been working on were illuminating the room. Jeno sat on the couch with you straddling his lap as he pulled his shirt over his head. You did the same and soon enough you were both left topless. Jeno wasted no time drawing you towards him and trapping a nipple between his lips as he palmed your other breast. You arched your back into him letting his name spill from your mouth. 

He kissed his way back up your chest as he pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Mmm.. Need all of this gone,” he said as he pulled at your shorts. You got up from his lap, and he immediately began to peel off the remainder of your clothing, dragging the material down the length of your body. 

His breath hitched as he stripped you of your shorts to reveal your white cotton thong. He brushed his fingers softly against the material before mumbling to himself, “cute...” 

His fingers ran against your slit, feeling the damp material under his touch and making you grow weak in the legs. 

“You’re so wet for me already... Such a good girl,” he said. Hearing words of praise fall from his lips like that made you feel so soft. For some reason, compliments hit different when they came from him. Your eyes drifted to the growing bulge in Jeno’s joggers. 

Your mouth fell open with the sudden desire to be filled with as much of him as you could fit as you slowly fell to your knees. Jeno raised his eyebrows while he watched you intently. You tapped your fingers against his knee, “off, please” you said as you pulled at the strings in the waistband of his bottoms. 

“Fuck, do you know how good you look on your knees for me?” he said as he lifted his hips to get rid of the rest of his clothing. Your eyes went wide when he finally settled back into his seat and began stroking his length while analyzing your expression. 

For once you couldn’t blame him for the arrogant expression on his face. He had every right to be proud of what he was packing. 

“Ugh, is every part of you perfect?” you complained as you scooted closer to him. You dragged your fingernails along his thighs as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth again. Your fingers danced dangerously close to his member as he slowed the movement of his hand before letting go of himself. 

You wrapped your hand around him, shocked at how much bigger he looked between your fingers. He throbbed and raised his hips slightly, thrusting up into your first. “Needy...” you teased, looking up at him as you giggled softly. 

“Y/n” he whimpered, a bit embarrassed at the sounds leaving his mouth now that you had momentarily gained the upper-hand. Jeno watched as you pressed your tongue to the slit of his cock before popping the head right into your mouth and sinking down around his length in one go, bottoming out. 

Your lips were wrapped around the very base of his cock when you moaned around him, making your entire mouth vibrate. 

“Holy shit,” he moaned loudly as he reached out a hand to draw circles on your cheeks while you worked at his length. You lifted your mouth all the way back, as his hips jerked forward again, fucking into your mouth as another whimper fell from his mouth. Your eyes were locked in his and you couldn’t believe how different he looked. His hard expression had gone soft. You had definitely managed to strip him momentarily of his power. 

“So naughty - where’d you learn - to use your mouth like this- huh, princess?” he asked between thrusts. Your eyes watered but you continued to let him use your mouth as you watched him grow more desperate. 

You removed him from your mouth with a pop as you pumped at his length fast. Jeno cursed under his breath before letting his head fall back on the couch for a moment. 

“Gonna c-cum,” he warned. 

“Look at me,” you ordered and Jeno obeyed.

You locked eyes as you delivered the final pumps, and waited with your mouth open and your tongue out as you felt him throb underneath your grip before spurts of his warmth shot up -- spilling onto your tongue and dripping from your lips down your chin. The remainder of his cum had spilled over onto your fingers, and you released him to pop them into your mouth to clean them off. 

You were aimlessly licking and sucking at your fingers, caught up in your own world when you noticed Jeno staring at you, chest rising and falling with a surprised expression on his face. 

“Hmm?” you hummed as you titled your head, wondering if everything was okay. Jeno, who had just cum harder than he ever had in his life was in pure disbelief at how you sat so calmly and managed to look so sweet and innocent with his cum dripping down your chin as you suckled at your own fingers. The sight alone made him start to grow hard almost instantly. 

After a few seconds he snapped out of it, leaning forward and cupping your cheek in his hand like he had been all night. 

“D-don’t think I’m letting you win that easily,” he muttered. He motioned for you to get off your knees, and he drew you in for a kiss as he repositioned you both on the couch so he would be on top of you. You seemed to have sparked the competitive fire within him. 

Jeno hadn’t expected you to switch on him like that and he was determined to follow through on his promise of ruining you. 

He trailed kisses down your body, skipping your pelvic region to drop kisses along your thighs as he peeled off your panties. 

“I’m sorry but I won’t be going easy on you... not after what you just did,” he warned as he pushed apart your thighs. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your center and it drove you insane. 

Jeno carried out the first lick along the length of your slit and it was enough to have you moaning and immediately roping your hands in his hair. You had been turned on for so long that even the slightest touch felt like heaven. 

He flicked his tongue against your entrance, muttering to himself about how great you taste, teasing you as your clit yearned for attention. He worked at your flesh, dipping his tongue in between the folds of your center before prodding at your hole and slipping his tongue inside. You tried to move your hips against his mouth but he firmly held you in place.

“Jeno, p-please,” you pleaded. He smiled against your skin as  he continued to dip his tongue into your hole, driving you closer to the edge but still not quite getting you there. 

“Whats wrong, princess?” he taunted before running his tongue up the length of your slit, once again avoiding your clit. You whimpered, reaching your hand down to feel yourself before he roped his fingers in yours to stop you. He lightly flicked his tongue against your clit, just enough to send electricity running through your body but still not enough to please you entirely. 

“I want to hear you beg for it,” he said as he blew air softly against your center, the sensitivity was overwhelming. He planted a soft kiss directly on top of your clit that would have melted your heart a bit if you weren’t so violently horny at this point. So instead, your hips jerked against the plushy feeling of his pursed lips. Jeno chuckled at your body’s reaction, before repeating the action -- drawing the same result.

After the third peck landed on your clit, and the third jerk of your hips sent you into a frenzy, you simply couldn’t resit any longer. 

Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, and words spilled endlessly from your mouth. “Please, Jeno.. fuck, please let me cum. I’m d-desperate,” you confessed as your hips raised off of the couch, and he pulled away teasingly watching you squirm beneath him. 

“How would you like to cum, baby?” he asked.

“I need to feel you inside of me,” you pleaded before adding a soft “please” to the end of your sentence. 

You watched Jeno position himself at your entrance before stopping. 

“i’m on the pill, we don’t need --,” you assured him, reading his expression. 

He groaned straight away, interrupting you before you could finish as his mind drifted to places he was too ashamed to admit. He ran his head along your slit, making you twitch before he entered you with a quick snap of his hips, bottoming out immediately and forcing a scream from your lips. 

You weren’t sure what to expect from Jeno but it definitely wasn't this. He angled himself perfectly, propping you up so he was hitting all the right places as he pounded into you relentlessly. Within a single minute you were both racing towards your orgasms. 

“I’m close,” he murmured as he planted a kiss to your lips. 

“Me too,” you answered, “one last thing...” you said as he continued to thrust into you at a delicious pace. 

“Hmm.. what is it, baby?” he asked. You locked eyes with him, feeling quite shy at your next words. 

“F-fill me up, please. I want you to cum inside of me, really really badly,” you whimpered and with a final groan at your unexpected demand, you felt Jeno’s warmth spill all over your insides, sending you right over the edge and leaving your insides contracting against him. The two of you remained exactly how you were for awhile. 

Jeno was the first to move after catching his breath. He slowly slipped out of you with a breathy moan before lowering himself towards your center and softly licking at your folds even though they were covered in his own cum. 

“Shit, i’m sorry... I barely made it to the end of your sentence before letting go,” he chuckled as he lapped at your skin. 

“JENO” you shrieked as an unexpected orgasm rushed through you again when he flattened his tongue against your entire slit and you found yourself moving against his mouth in seek of more pleasure. You pushed his head away as you clenched your legs together feeling a mixture of both pleasure and agony run through your body. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry... last one, i promise” he laughed as he moved to your face to plant soft kisses on your cheeks and a peck on your lips. It took you a while to come back from your high.

     it was a bit late when you guys had finally cleaned up and locked the school back up. Jeno had driven you home in his new Volvo which he tried to convince you was a totally normal back to school gift, and had texted you for the remainder of the night about things like yearbook, and homework. It almost seemed as though what had happened was merely a dream. 

It wasn't until you were back at school on Monday that you realized that going back to normal was going to be impossible. You and Jeno still bickered over Yearbook decisions and didn’t hesitate to challenge each other during class debates but things had changed. Every annoying exchange you had simply fuelled your desire more. 

You’d get into intense match ups only to find yourselves coming up with excuses about Yearbook club to sneak out of class for quickies in Jeno’s car. He even had his way with you more times than you could count across his desk in the office he was awarded after becoming student body president. At first it was fun -- your adrenaline would pump at the thought of sneaking around so much but then things slowly started to shift again. 

Soon, you would spend afternoons at his freaking massive mansion of a family home where you guys would go over yearbook work. When you didn’t have yearbook work to do, he began inviting you over for study sessions, and to do homework -- all of which would end in amazing sex. Soon those invites extended to regular hangouts for no particular reason but to enjoy each others company and you found yourself drifting away from casual hookups to something that felt heavier -- more serious. 

The final nail in the coffin was when Jeno let your little secret slip after getting so worked up in a class discussion. You had been discussing the symbolism of a film you had just watched for an english class when you began to clash. 

“Baby, that makes no sense,” he mumbled after you had shared your opinion. He was doodling aimlessly on his notebook. The entire class went wide eyed, and a few gasps were let out.

“Actually, it makes perfect s--” you began before freezing. You had just noticed his mistake, and everyone had noticed yours which was how the pet name didn’t seem to phase you at all. Luckily Mr. Park quickly moved on to another topic as you both sat cursing yourselves silently. 

After the final bell rang for the day, you locked eyes with Jeno. 

“Idiot,” you mouthed. He offered you a sheepish grin in return as he approached your desk.

“I’m sorry, it slipped,” he began, “but now that every knows..” Jeno, slipped his arm around you as you entered the hallway. Most students minded their business, which you were grateful for while others stared and whispered. 

“I have a student body meeting for the next hour... you have debate team right?,” he said as you approached an intersecting series of hallways. You nodded.

“I’ll meet you outside then, and we can go to mine to go over the photographer schedules for this months events,” Jeno said. 

“Sounds good,” you responded before turning on your heels to head in the opposite direction. Jeno’s grip on your wrist had him tugging you back towards him. 

He stood above you with an annoyed expression on his face, pouting. He pulled your face close to his, mumbling about you being heartless before he planted a lingering kiss on your lips, of course drawing the attention of onlookers. Your cheeks were on fire when he pulled back, leaving you flustered and a bit embarrassed as he shot you a final wink before checking his watch and rushing off to his meeting. You turned around to head to debate club, wondering how exactly your biggest enemy had turned into the sweetest, most caring lover you could have ever asked for. 

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I just discovered your blog, and I'm in LOVE with your writing! I'm completely obsessed with Familiar, so if it's not to much to ask, could you write a continuation? Thank you so much, your snippets and prompts are greatly appreciated!!

Familiar - Pt 2

First part here

On a scale of one to ten, this was either a -2 or a 12 on the good idea scale. Hero double-checked the address Villain had sent her before looking back at the tiny house. The paint was peeling, steps were rotting and that roof was definitely of the leaking sort. Somehow, she had expected Villain to live on the rich side of town.

When he had invited her over to work on their assignment, her thoughts had been torn between screaming trap and find some evidence. The second side won. If there wasn’t anything in there to prove who Villain really was… Well, she’d have to find another way of getting proof to show the authorities. She knocked and noted the cracked windows to her side. After a few seconds, Villain opened the door.

“Hey, I’m glad you could make it. Come on in.” He led her down the musty hall towards a suspiciously normal bedroom. “Thanks again for making the trek all the way over here. My mom hasn’t been doing too well recently, and I’m trying not to leave her alone for too long.”

“Of course, I get it.” Hero let her eyes trail over the spartan room. The only furniture was a bed and two chairs beside a fold-up table covered with books and scribblers. Funny, the number of times Villain escaped from her with stolen cash made her think he’d at least have better furniture. Or a safe to put the money in. Maybe it was hiding in the closet? Although in this neighbourhood, keeping money lying around might not be the brightest idea. “It’s good that you’re taking care of her.”

He nodded, avoiding her gaze and moving his stuff from the table to the floor. “Hopefully, this next surgery will be the one that works.”

“Yeah, it’s tough watching people you love go through painful things. My sister has a heart problem right now, and it’s terrifying to watch her energy come and go.” Shut up! Stop telling him personal things. “Yeah.” She finished lamely.

Their gazes locked in understanding. Hero was the first to break away. “Ready to start the pain?”

They worked on the assignment in silence for a while. Honestly, there was probably a special punishment designed for whoever invented assignments over ten pages long. This just wasn’t fair. Hero sat back, running a hand through her hair. “I think this is karma's way of punishing me for not reading the textbook.”

His lips quirked. “There’s a textbook for this class? That would’ve been helpful to know at the start of the semester.”

“Want to know how tired I was at the beginning of the semester? I can’t even remember choosing my classes,” she pulled a hand down her face. “I think I just closed my eyes and pointed at the screen.”

“You could have been in differential calculus. Or worse, accounting.”

“Or Phys Ed. Did you know our university has a course devoted to badminton?”

Villain laughed. “What a racket. To think, I could have spent time swinging my arm around and gotten credit for it.”

“But then you’d be missing out on the glories of this assignment.”

“And a friend.”

Oh nope. Big nope. Wait, Hero reconsidered. Were they friends?  They did chat after class and had studied a few times together, but that didn’t mean- wait. Huh. Time to deflect with awkward humour and process these feelings later. “I thought you saw me as a role model, but that’s cool too. I’ll just have to find a new lackey.”

“And here I thought you were friends with me for my brilliance and good looks.”

She felt her cheeks begin to burn. “Yep, it’s all for your looks. If you seduce our professor, then we don’t have to do this assignment anymore.”

Villain rubbed his chin. “I’ve never seduced a professor before. Would I have to wear a sweater vest?”

“And a tweed jacket. It’s the only way.” Her fingers twitched, and she was suddenly very aware of him. The light hitting his hair, the way his lips curled when he was amused… Bad, very bad. This is your official ABORT MISSION alert. Find some evidence on the dangerous criminal and get out of there. She cleared her throat. “I’m parched. Could I get some water?”

Villain nodded, standing and leaving the room. Hero leapt out of the chair the moment the door shut behind him.  Her eyes latched on the only place one could hide anything in the sparse room - the closet. She yanked it open, feeling her heart speed up at the sound of Villain opening a cupboard in the kitchen and turning on the tap.

The closet was small and impressively dull. Clothes and boxes littered the tiny  shelves, with no signs of the files or weapons she was looking for. A flap of a familiar fabric dangling from one of the top boxes caught her eye. Bingo. Hero gingerly reached to feel the consistency, making sure she wasn’t wrong before bringing the authorities in, and accidentally bumped an elbow against the side of the closet. The box plummeted from its precarious placement and met the ground with a thump. No! She scrambled to pick up the box and the spilled-out uniform when a movement behind made her pause.

Villain stood in the doorway, hand clenched around a glass of water. His eyes darted to the clothes on the ground. “What are you doing?” he asked quietly.

Hero’s throat went dry. She tightened her grip on the clothes and tried to look surprised. “S-something fell in your closet, so I opened it to check what it was.”

“Huh,” Villain said. “That’s unfortunate.”

He knelt, gently taking his outfit from her hands and placing it back in the box. “You weren’t supposed to see this.”

“Clearly.”  Hero swallowed and prepared to run if he attacked. Worst case scenario, she had beat him before and could do it again. Theoretically. “I didn’t mean to-“

“I know.” A familiar calculation crept across his face, making her hands shake. Villain sat across from her and blocked the only exit, placing the cup of water between them. She felt trapped against the closet.

“You know, if this had happened a month ago, I would have killed you without a second thought,” he said mildly. “Guess you’re lucky.”

A horrifying reminder that she was not dealing with her awkward classmate anymore. “What are you going to do instead?”

Villain shrugged, seeming far too calm for the situation. “I don’t know yet. Talk, I guess?”

“I won’t tell anyone.” Hero said, lying through her teeth.

“Unfortunately, I’m too old to believe the promises of others so easily.” He trailed his fingers through the thin carpet, tracing patterns through the material. “Even yours. The stakes are just too high.”

“What’s even worth all the stealing and destruction?” she asked quietly. “Why do you do it? “

The  fingers paused. “It started out as one job. My mom needed treatment, and we didn’t have the money to pay for it. Then one treatment turned into two.” He shook his head. “Before I knew it, I was on the city’s most-wanted list.”

Her shoulders tensed. “Will you stop when the treatments are finished?”

“There have been other benefits to criminal activity.” Villain ducked his head, cheeks turning pink. “Lots of amazing people to meet. I haven’t decided yet.”

She leaned against the wall beside the closet, feeling safer with something solid against her back. “I don’t know if meeting people through crime is worth a lifetime in jail.”

He gave a bitter laugh. “You’d be surprised.”

Hero picked up the forgotten water sitting between them and drank, if nothing else than for the excuse to avoid responding.

His fingers trailed larger patterns in the carpet. “I never wanted you to find out- this is one of the first friendships I’ve made since I started university. I don’t want to lose that. And I don’t want you getting hurt, but this does put me in a tight position. I won’t let you inform the authorities.”

Hero pressed her back further against the wall.

Villain took one look at her wide eyes and softened his tone. “Just don’t tell. If I get one inkling that you’re about to turn me in, then..." he sighed. "Please don’t make me choose between you and my mom.”

He would know it was her. Hero didn’t think she could after this. Or fight him, knowing it was for his mom’s medical bills. She pursed her lips, making a highly regrettable split-second decision. “Alright. But only on one condition: you stop once her treatments are done.”

He twitched. “I told you, I haven’t decided yet-”

“I’m making the decision for you.” She tried to sound more confident than she felt. "Deals are much easier to trust than promises.”

“No. I’d miss-” Villain stopped, clenching his jaw. “I can’t let certain people from that life go yet.”

Something clicked. The girl he liked was from his criminal life… Oh gosh, Hero probably knew her. The brunette villain from the southside? The redheaded weapons supplier? Stop getting distracted.

“I trust you. Give it up as soon as you can.” The words slipped out before she could stop them. “For me.” That was even worse. Was it possible to die from a foot in your mouth?

Villain relaxed his shoulders. “Yeah. It’s a deal.” He stuck out a hand and Hero grasped it, shaking firmly and ignoring the sinking feeling in her chest. So like, a 5 on the good idea scale.

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