#but yeah i had it real lucky as a kid cos i got to go on those business trips sometimes -_- fun

[kil9]

my mom when i was a kid: when you were an infant your bedroom caught fire lol but it was fine.

me: ok. im sure some freak accident that no one could have prevented in any way

my mom at 26: the smoke detector was beeping so i took the batteries out and stashed it in a closet without telling you, like a couple weeks ago. i figured you would probably fix it for me despite never telling you about it

me: ah. ok. connecting dots here. . .

[spenceragnewfics]

THE INTERN | Chapter One

Spencer Agnew x Younger!Intern!Reader

TW: None

Word Count: 1.9k

Description: Y/N has been a fan of Smosh since they could remember. Now about to enter their senior year of college, they get an opportunity to be an intern at the Smosh Office and their first day has arrived.

Every new job comes with stress. You never know what is going to happen. You could have awful co-workers, creepy or mean bosses, and horrible workloads pushed onto you by lazy co-workers, the list is infinite. 

The stress comes even more when it’s something that could become your first job in the real world. Internships are a major stepping stone in any college kid’s career, it’s the start of being over with college and being a person in society.

That’s all that is racing through Y/N’s head as they look at the studio in front of them. Many people would consider them lucky with their internship. You see, Y/N is a long-time fan of Smosh, a very popular YouTube channel, and was somehow able to get an internship with the company for the summer.

They didn’t know exactly where and who they would be working with, except for knowing that their main job would be helping with social media. Looking at their phone, it shows that they still have ten minutes until they should be there but the anxiety was killing them too much to be any later.

Taking a deep breath, they grip onto the bag on their shoulder and walk to the front door. Pushing the button, they wait until a voice comes over the speaker, “Hi, how can I help you?” They lean down to be face-level with the camera. “Umm, I-I-I’m Y/N L/N. I’m the new intern.” Their voice comes out nervous, hoping they didn’t get the days confused or anything. They read the email what felt like a million times to make sure they were right.

“Yes! Alright, come on in! I’ll meet you at the door.” They hear the door unlock and push it open. Walking into the cool space, the heat from the outside slowly starts to melt from them. Looking around, the office looks much cooler in person. A lot of it is familiar but some things are new or haven’t been shown in videos.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” A gentle voice says, pulling them from their daydream to look at the woman in front of them. The short Filipino woman standing in front of her is smiling kindly, “I’m Selina. Welcome to Smosh.” The woman sticks her hand out for Y/N to shake.

“I’m Y/N, which you already knew, and I know who you are. I’ve been a fan of the channel for a long time. That sounds creepy though, I’m so sorry.” They say while shaking her hand, thankfully the woman has a good sense of humor and is laughing. “It’s not creepy at all. I knew it would come with being in some videos. It’s always cool to meet fans. This must be like a dream for you.”

“Yeah, honestly, the whole process felt like a major dream. I can’t believe I’m here. I had my friends dump cold water on me when I got the email about me getting the internship. It was dumb but helped make sure it was real.” They confess as they play with their hands. Nerves still being the main thing Y/N is feeling.

“I can tell you're nervous. Don’t be. I promise, this place is very chill and the people are amazing. As long as you are willing to work, you’ll fit in well here.” Selina says, comforting the nervous mess that is in front of her. “Thank you, so where do I go?” They ask after taking a deep breath.

“Well, I will give you a tour, and then when we get done with that we will go to the conference room and you will meet some of the people you’ll be working with and some of the higher-ups. That does include Ian and Anthony.” Y/N perks up a little, their mood becoming more optimistic by the second because if everyone is like Selina, then this will be the best time ever.

They follow Selina as she takes them around the office. It’s very empty because it’s a shooting week so most of the office is helping with filming stuff. She got to see all the different pods and meet some of the office-focused staff like Emily, Josh, Peter, and Marcus. 

Once the tour is over, the two head back to the front so Y/N can go to the conference room. “And that over there is the conference room. That’s where we do most of our big meetings and important stuff. That concludes the tour, if you have any questions please don’t be afraid to ask.”

“Thank you so much, Selina. I will keep that in mind.” Y/N says, slightly laughing as the two walk to the conference room. “Now this is where I must leave you. I am very excited to be working with you.” She says, giving Y/N a comforting squeeze on the arm before walking away.

Turning to the door, they can see a few people in the conference room. All people They recognize. Tommy, Alé, and Zoe are the only ones in there so far. Taking a breath, they open the door with a kind smile, “Hello, I’m Y/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you.” They say as they walk in, catching the attention of the room.

“Oh, you scared me! I didn’t expect you already, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Zoe.” Says the blonde woman, walking over to shake her hand. “Nice to meet you, as well.” They say as they walk to the table. “I’m Alé, welcome to Smosh. You impressed us with your interviews and work.” The CEO says and it makes their heart soar.

“That means a lot. Thank you.” Alé gives them a kind smile before they turn to Tommy. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you fellow social media person,” he says, a little hint of amusement in his voice. “It’s nice to meet you as well. I’m so excited to be here, honestly. This is a dream.”

“Okay, you don’t have to butt kiss anymore. You’re already in.” He jokes, making Y/N laugh. “It shouldn’t be too much longer until the rest are here. I think they’re finishing a shoot.” Alé says and Y/N sits down. They look around, not knowing where to sit. “I won’t bite, I swear,” Tommy says, patting the seat next to him.

They sit next to him and put their bag on the table. Pulling out their laptop and tablet, Y/N opens up the important stuff that holds their digital work, video ideas that her advisor said could come in handy, and some examples of videos she’s worked on for her classes.

A few minutes pass with the groups sharing small talk until the door opens. Looking over, Y/N feels nervous all over again as Ian and Anthony walk into the room with Erin D. walking in behind them. “So sorry, we’re late. The rest are coming in soon.” Anthony says before turning to Y/N.

Their eyes widen when he looks at them, not believing this is real again. “Well hello there, you must be Y/N. I’m Anthony.” He says, walking over with his hand stretched out. “I know, I’ve been a fan for a while. Thank you again for this, it’s a dream come true.” They say as they shake his hand. Ian chuckles while walking over, “We’re glad to have someone so talented on our team. Your work is amazing.” He says, shaking their hand as well.

“That means a lot. Y’all’s videos got me through years and years of homework and projects.” They say, laughing a bit. “Well, we’re glad to have helped,” Anthony says as the door opens again.

This time Shayne and Courtney walk in and behind them is someone who makes her heart race for a different reason. Her breath halts when Spencer walks into the room, dressed in a jean jacket, button-down, rolled jeans, and boots. His curly hair was held back by a cap on his head. 

The three sit down together, across from Y/N and Tommy. “Okay, everyone is here. Thank you all for coming. Today we are welcoming a new addition to our office for the summer. Y/N L/N is coming to us from across the country and is currently in their senior year of college. Welcome, Y/N.” Alé says and the room claps.

Tommy motions for them to stand up, “Uh, hi. I didn’t expect to say anything but I’m Y/N, if that’s not obvious. I’m a social media management and multi-media production major. I’m a little nervous being so far from home but excited to be here for the summer.” They say, a shy smile on their face as they look around the room.

Their eyes stop on Spencer who is looking at them with a soft expression. The kind he has when he’s listening to people, the same one they’ve seen in many videos. “It’s very exciting to meet you, Y/N. Welcome to the team.” Courtney says, a kind smile on their face.

“Yeah, I’m excited to see what you can bring to the games channel,” Spencer says, keeping his eyes on them as they sit down. “Yes, thank you for bringing that up Spencer. Y/N, we have looked at the stuff you’ve done and from what you’ve told us plus input from your recommendations. You’ll be mainly helping with the gaming channel.” Alé says.

“Really? That’s so cool.” Y/N says, a smile bright on their face. “Yeah, so you will work with Tommy and me mostly to get things done,” Spencer says and they nod. “Okay, I think that’s all we have. This was just a meeting for you to get to know a few people, mostly the ones you will be working under.” Zoe says.

“Okay, sounds great.” Y/N says, an optimistic smile bright on their face. Everyone stands up, those who already met Y/N leave while Shayne, Courtney, and Spencer stay behind.

“So, Y/N, what have you done at college besides your degree stuff?” Courtney asks, wanting to get to know the newbie more. “Well, I am a part of my school’s esports team. We’re still kind of new but have done pretty well. I also was on the university paper but I stopped so I could do my internship.” They explain.

“That sounds super cool, you must be a good gamer to get on an esports team.” Shayne acknowledges. “I try, it’s not something I do all the time. Mostly for fun and I kinda joined because of my ex but that’s a long story.” 

“Ah, the things we do for love.” Courtney reminisces, “I think you will fit in great here. I know Trevor will be happy to have someone close to his age.” Spencer jokes. “I’m super excited, this is honestly a dream. I’m not even sure I’m awake right now.” Y/N confesses.

“I think I know how we can break that. Since it’s your first day, you can sit back and watch how things go then we’ll throw you into the deep end tomorrow.” Spencer says, his eyes never leaving Y/N. “Ooo, that sounds scary. Fun, but scary. I like it.” They say, perking up and putting their bag on their shoulder.

Courtney laughs as they wrap their arm around them, “You are gonna be perfect here.” They say as they all walk out of the conference room.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Here’s To The Future - Part 2: Cut and Run

Summary: The war’s over. That should be cause for celebration, except the wrong side won. Things begin to change quickly, and it doesn’t take long for Midnight to realize something’s not right among the clone army. She should be glad the war is over, but the threat of her losing her boys is all too real. She did swear she would do everything she could to keep them from being separated when the war ended.

She’s not going to give up on that promise. Even if it kills her.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: Lots of emotions in this one, some PTSD, canon-typical violence, arguing, grief and mourning, injuries, a little bit of medical stuff. 

A/N: This one took me longer than expected, but it’s a pretty emotionally heavy chapter. Midnight really goes through the wringer in this one. No smut, just lots of pain. 

Sorry my Hunter girlies, I promise it won’t last forever. 

Also I am still looking for a beta reader for this one, so if you’re interested…

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Midnight stares out the viewport, watching the stars pass. Tech had put the ship on autopilot before heading back to check on Wrecker. He had also been shot, and was being a big baby about being treated. It was likely none of them even knew she’d been shot. She’s okay with that for the moment. She needs to collect herself. 

She can’t fall apart. 

Not yet. 

Midnight turns her head as she hears quiet footsteps, Omega entering the cockpit. She steps up towards the viewport, looking out at the stars as well. Midnight watches her quietly, knowing exactly what she’s thinking. 

“Your first time in space?” Hunter asks, entering the cockpit as well. He pauses next to her seat, leaning his arm against it. He’d notice soon. He always notices. 

“First time anywhere.” Omega says. 

Midnight feels something stir in her chest. She knew what that was like. She remembered her first time seeing the sky, her first time seeing space. The first planet she’d visited. 

“Impressive shot back there.” Hunter says. “Where’d you learn to do that?” 

“I don’t know.” Omega shakes her head. “I never fired a blaster before. I guess I got lucky.” 

“She’s not the only one.” Tech says, walking back into the cockpit. 

“I’m fine.” Wrecker says, being helped in by Echo. “It’ll take more than a blaster shot to take me down.” 

“You were down.” Echo says. 

“Well not for long!” Wrecker laughs, squeezing Echo’s shoulder but quickly groans in pain as it strains his own injured shoulder. 

“What’s the plan, Hunter?” Tech asks from the pilot’s seat. 

“I thought we could go off on our own. Lay low.” Hunter answers. “But with Crosshair gunning for us, I’m not so sure.” 

“What about your friends? Could any of them help us?” Omega asks. 

“That would be a short list.” Tech says. 

“I can think of one.” Hunter says. “Plot a course for J-19.” 

“J-19?” Echo asks, obviously as confused as her. 

“We know a guy.” Hunter says. 

“Yeah!” Wrecker cheers excitedly. 

“Strap in kid,” He says to Omega. “You’re not gonna want to miss this view.” 

Omega takes a seat in the co-pilot’s chair as Tech begins their jump into hyperspace. Midnight rests her head in her hand, taking deep breaths. She’s glad no one’s noticed anything yet, Hunter preoccupied with Omega, and the others with Wrecker. She wishes she could go to her room, lock herself inside for a while, but her obvious limp would give her away. 

She lets out a long breath, the tears pooling in her eyes again. Crosshair would have noticed. He would have known just by looking at her. Not that the others wouldn’t notice eventually, but Crosshair always noticed. He always saw. He would have been calling her names, telling her she was stupid for getting shot. 

If Crosshair were here, she wouldn’t have gotten shot in the first place. 

Midnight squeezes her eyes shut, holding her breath to keep her sobs in. 

****

“Easy.” 

Midnight jumps as hands touch her. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep. She hasn’t been out long, her face still wet with tears and her leg is throbbing. She hisses as fingers press against the blaster wound, her body being shifted to the side in the chair. 

“Echo, we’re gonna need another shot.” Hunter says, holding her leg still. 

“Hunter-” Her voice cuts off in a whimper as he tugs her boot off.

“That doesn’t look too good.” Omega says. 

Midnight winces as Hunter presses against the wound again. “It wouldn’t be so bad if someone stopped touching it.” 

“Just making sure it’s not worse than it looks.” Hunter says, releasing her leg. 

Another hand takes it, this one just as rough as Hunter’s had been. Midnight winces as a shot is injected, fingers prodding again. The pain quickly begins to numb, Midnight letting out a sigh of relief. 

“Omega, why don’t you and Wrecker start searching the ship. Look for any tracking device or any sort of recording device. Make sure they didn’t plant anything.” Hunter says. 

“Sir, yes sir.” Omega says, heading off with Wrecker to search through the rest of the ship. 

Midnight yelps as something jabs into the bottom of her foot, yanking it out of the hands of whoever was holding it. “What was that?” 

“Just checking you can still feel your foot.” Tech says. 

“Yes, I can feel it, thank you.” She says, pulling her leg up to her chest. 

“I need to be sure there’s no serious internal damage.” Tech argues, grabbing for her leg again. 

He pulls it a little too hard, nearly sending her from the chair. She barely manages to catch herself, fingers holding tightly onto the side of the chair. 

“Would you quit manhandling me?” She demands, yanking her leg free of his hold. 

“Midnight.” Hunter says sternly, causing more tears to brim in her eyes. 

She’s so tired of crying already. She sobs, righting herself in the chair. “He told them.” She turns on Hunter, unable to stop everything from spilling over. “He told them about us. He told them everything. He betrayed us. Tarkin tried to use it against me.” 

“Hey,” He kneels down beside the chair, pulling her into his chest. “I know. This isn’t easy for any of us. He was our brother, and I know how much you loved him.” His arms tighten around her just a bit more at her quiet whimper. “The best we can do is try to find somewhere safe so we can make a plan right now.” 

“Your leg will be fine, once it heals.” Tech says as Hunter pulls away from her. “Your irritable mood is likely due to your extreme exhaustion. We were designed to go long periods without rest.” He pushes her back into the chair, running a thumb under one of her eyes. “You need as much rest as you can get right now.” 

She scoffs. “It would help if I could sleep.” 

“Right.” Tech says, tilting her head slightly. “You can yell at me later.” 

Something sharp pierces her neck, and the sound of an injector hissing reaches her ears.  She frowns at Tech, anger bubbling inside her once more. “What did you just-” 

“A mild sedative. Just enough to get you to sleep for a couple hours.” 

Midnight can already feel herself beginning to drift off, the world around her starting to move in slow motion. “I’m gonna hit you,” She slurs, fighting her drooping eyes. “When I can move my hands again.” 

Tech smiling softly is the last thing she sees before she drifts off. 

***

Midnight startles awake as a hand shakes her. She hastily wipes the drool from her face, blinking the bleariness away. “Huh? What?” 

“We’ve landed.” Echo says. 

“Where?” She asks, rubbing her eyes. 

“Saleucami.” Echo says. “Apparently they know someone here that might be able to help us.” 

Right. She remembers that conversation. They must have come to know this contact before her time, and also before Echo’s. 

She accepts his offered hand, letting him pull her up. She puts weight on her injured leg, testing it. 

“How does it feel?” Echo asks. 

“Sore.” She says, putting more of her weight on it. “Better than it did.” 

“You’re lucky.” He says as they make their way into the hull. “Any lower and you might have lost a foot.” 

Midnight stays quiet, thinking over Echo’s words. It was lucky, she won’t deny that, but it’s also a bit suspicious. 

Midnight blinks against the bright sun as she makes her way down the ramp. She pauses for a moment, taking in the dirt under her feet, and the sun on her skin. It feels nice after so long in space, and the aggressive sterile bleakness of Kamino. 

She begins following the others, pausing when Hunter turns back. Midnight turns too, spotting Omega on the steps of the Marauder. The girl pauses, taking a big breath in before making her way off the steps. She drops to her knees in the dirt, taking a handful of it. 

“Whoa. What is this?” She asks, looking at the dirt in fascination. 

“That would be dirt.” Tech says simply. 

“It’s amazing.” She stands up, dragging her foot through the dirt and kicking it, laughing happily. 

Midnight feels a tightening in her chest watching Omega. She knows what that’s like. She remembers her first time on a planet that had actual dirt and plants. She had been equally amazed by it, after spending her entire life on an ecumenopolis where the only dirt you saw was either toxic or particles falling from the many stories above. Oh to be able to be amazed by the simplest things again. 

War had ruined that for her. 

“Come on. Let’s get moving.” Hunter says as thunder rumbles in the distance. 

They make their way through a field of strange, tall fruit. Midnight feels on edge, like she’s expecting something to pop out at her. Droids, or maybe other troopers. She clenches her fists at her sides, ready to draw her blaster if she needs it. She’s got Echo in front of her and Wrecker at her back, but that doesn’t make her feel any more comforted. She blames it on the sedative Tech had snuck her still wearing off. 

That, and her sore ankle. 

“So this friend of yours, what’s he doing all the way out here?” Echo asks. 

“Hiding.” Tech answers simply. “That’s what deserters do.” 

“Staying off the radar’s not our specialty, but he’s been doing it for years.” Hunter says. 

“And you trust a deserter?” Echo asks carefully. 

“Why not? We’re all deserters now.” Tech says.

Echo stays silent, obviously not having thought of that yet. They’re all deserters. They’re all on the run now. Midnight knows it won’t just be Crosshair after them. After all, she had signed a contract and then immediately broken it. She hadn’t had much of a choice, though. She couldn’t have broken the guys out of the brig if she’d been in there too. It would have only complicated things if she’d refused to sign that contract. 

At least that’s what she tells herself. 

Hunter motions for them to stop, looking down at a tripwire. Omega continues forward, unfamiliar with Hunter’s silent signals. He puts a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from setting the booby trap off. 

“What are we looking at?” She asks curiously. 

“A booby trap.” Hunter answers simply. 

“Single trip wire.” Wrecker says, stepping over it, obviously not seeing the second laser trap further ahead. “That’s cute.” 

Several dummy droids pop up as Wrecker springs the trap, and he begins shooting at them. 

“Easy, Wrecker.” Hunter commands. 

“Was that me?” Wrecker asks, confused. 

Their attention is drawn away from Wrecker as two figures approach, blasters drawn. It’s a female Twi’lek and a...clone? 

“What do we have here?” The Twi’lek asks. “More clones who have lost their way.” 

“It’s been a while, fellas.” The clone says, both of them lowering their weapons. 

***

Midnight finds herself in a farmhouse, leaning against the wall. It’s run down and patched together, but it’s sweet, she thinks. There was once a time she had dreamed of a life like this, in a farmhouse on some secluded planet with no worries and no war. The five boys all working on the farm, building them a life. 

She swallows the emotions, steeling herself. She won’t cry again. She’s not going to. 

“I see a few new faces.” The female Twi’lek says as she places a couple bowls of food on the table. Midnight is hungry, but she doesn’t have much of an appetite. 

“Midnight, Echo, and Omega,” Hunter motions to each of them as he introduces them, Omega exploring the small farmhouse. “Cut and Suu.” 

“Hello.” Midnight nods, giving her best smile. 

“Pleased to meet you.” Suu says. 

“Ma’am.” Echo nods in greeting. 

“Where’s Crosshair?” Cut asks. 

Midnight’s stomach clenches painfully at the mention of his name. She hates it, that she has to feel this way. There’s nothing she can do, though. She had tried her best, and it wasn’t enough. 

“It’s complicated.” Hunter sighs, his shoulders sinking just a bit. 

“Sounds familiar.” Cut says. “Rex told us about the clone troopers turning against the Jedi.” 

“You talked to Rex? When?” Echo asks. 

“Well, he passed through yesterday.” 

“Where’d he go?” 

“Didn’t ask.” Cut shrugs. “He was going on about some behavioral implant.” 

“He must mean the inhibitor chip.” Omega says, stepping up to the table next to Hunter. 

“The what?” Hunter asks.

“Inhibitor chips. The Kaminoans implanted them in the clones to modify their behavior.” Omega explains. 

“Tech, you said the regs were programmed but you never mentioned a chip.” Hunter says, drawing Tech from whatever he was doing on his datapad. 

“How else did you think it worked?” Tech asks. 

The door flies open, two Twi’lek children running in. 

“Mom, Dad! There’s a ship outside!” 

“Shaeeah, Jek! Remember me?” Wrecker says excitedly. 

“Uncle Wrecker!” They both exclaim, running up to greet him. 

“Who are you?” The oldest of the two asks, spotting Omega. 

“Omega.” She says nervously, stepping around Hunter’s chair. 

“We never see kids around here. Come with us.” They lead Omega out of the house, Hunter giving his nod of approval as Omega looks back for permission. 

Midnight watches the exchange, letting her gaze drift back to Cut and Suu as Omega disappears out the door. They both have fond, knowing looks on their faces as they stare at Hunter. 

As squad leader, it was Hunter’s natural instinct to lead, to worry about the wellbeing of everyone on his team, even non clones. Midnight remembers when she first joined the team, how unnerving it had been. It was almost like some switch flipped in Hunter’s mind, some automatic update to his hardware that included her on his team. How easily he had adjusted to her there, how easily he had included her, thought about her. Worried about her. 

She knows it’s happening again. It’s not quite the same now, given they’re not fighting a war anymore, and Omega is a child. 

Midnight can’t help but wonder if it’s becoming more this time too. 

****

“How is your leg?” Tech asks, adjusting his goggles. 

Midnight glances up from the table. She’d been staring at it, lost in thought. She’d stolen Hunter’s seat after he’d gotten up, and helped herself to some of the food Suu had set out. She hadn’t felt like eating, but she knew she had to eat eventually. 

“Fine,” She answers, leaning back in the chair. “A little sore, but nothing like it was.” 

“You can hit me now.” He says, going back to his data pad. 

Midnight blinks at him. “What?” 

“When I sedated you, you said you would ‘hit me when you can move your hands again.’” 

Midnight shakes her head. “I’m not gonna hit you. I know you were just trying to help me.” 

“Yes, your nap had a drastic improvement on your mood, as I said it would.” 

Midnight gives him a look. “Now you’re just tempting me.” 

Suu steps up to them, a bundle of clothes in her arms. “I thought you might want to change.” 

Midnight stares at the clothes for a moment. “Actually, that would be great.” She stands, taking the clothes. “Thank you.” 

Suu directs her to the fresher, and she shuts herself inside. Suu’s a bit taller than she is, but the clothes fit, and they feel better than her armor. It’s been a while since she’s worn civilian clothes. She can’t help but wonder if there will ever come a time she’ll be able to retire the armor for good.

She stares at herself in the mirror for a moment. There’s still dark circles under her eyes, and she looks absolutely miserable. At least the outside matches what she’s feeling inside.

She splashes some water on her face, patting her cheeks to try and make herself seem more alive. She leaves the fresher, heading outside where the others are. 

Hunter has changed his clothes, obviously having borrowed some of Cut’s. It’s odd to see him wearing something that isn’t his armor. Midnight doesn’t think she’s seen any of them in anything but their armor, or their blacks, or nothing at all. Wrecker’s ditched at least the top half of his armor, donning a hat and poncho. It’s a good look for him too, Midnight’s brain doing all sorts of somersaults. 

“Here,” Hunter holds out a hand. “I’ll drop that off at the ship.” 

“Thanks.” She murmurs, handing off the pile of armor to him. 

“You, uh, look good.” He says, giving her a once over. “I forget how good you look in civvies.” 

Midnight forces a smile, nodding. “It feels good to wear them again.” 

Hunter’s face drops into a serious look, Midnight already dreading what’s coming next. “Are you...alright?” 

Midnight grimaces. “You don’t want to go there. Not right now.” 

She turns to leave, but he puts a hand on her shoulder. “Night, you should have said something.” 

Midnight clenches her jaw, fists clenching at her sides for a moment. “We had bigger things to worry about.” She shrugs his hand off. “Save the lecture for later.” 

She walks away, heading back into the house. 

****

“Can I help?” Midnight asks, approaching Suu who was working on packing. “I-I need to do something with my hands.” 

Suu nods knowingly. “Sure. You can finish packing those in that bag.” She nods at a stack of clothes.

Midnight starts placing the clothes in the bag, glad to be doing something. She feels bad for how she acted towards Hunter, but the last thing she wants is to dredge up her feelings right now. 

“So, how long have you been in love with them?” Suu asks, breaking the silence. 

Midnight freezes, looking up at her with wide eyes. “What?” 

Suu chuckles. “I can tell just by looking at you.” 

Midnight stares down at the clothes in her hands. If anyone would understand, it would be Suu. “I’m not sure when it became love.” She shrugs. “The whole...arrangement started about three months after I joined their squad. Hunter and I had too much to drink and...made some impulsive decisions. It just...evolved from there. When I fell in love with them...” Midnight shakes her head. “I’m not convinced I haven’t always been.” 

“And Crosshair?” Suu asks. 

Midnight tenses, letting out a shaky breath before nodding. “And him. He was...resistant at first. Then he had to...out of necessity. I was in love with him before that, but he’s...guarded.” She feels tears brim her eyes. “I knew the risks. I told myself after the war ended, I wouldn’t let anything separate us. I’d do everything I could to keep us together.” Midnight hastily wipes a tear. “I feel like I failed.” 

Suu puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “You still have four men who clearly love you. I know it’s not easy losing someone you love, but don’t forget about them too. As one of the few in this galaxy that can understand, you need to consider what’s best for all of you. Take advantage of the time you do have. If Crosshair truly does love you, he will realize it. There’s no amount of mind control that can wipe away emotions like that forever.” 

Suu is right. Midnight had failed in keeping the six of them together, but she hadn’t failed in keeping most of them together. With their accelerated aging, she can’t even begin to guess how much time she’ll have with them. She’ll outlive them by a long shot. 

The thought only makes losing Crosshair hurt more. 

***

“It appears all public transport is now restricted without chain codes.” Tech says, looking at his datapad. 

“Which Cut can’t sign up for.” Suu says. “He’ll be arrested when they discover he’s a deserter.” 

They were all gathered in the house once more, Cut and Hunter having returned from town with some disparaging news. Apparently the new Galactic Empire was requiring citizens to get chain codes in order to travel. 

“The next shuttle leaves in a few hours.” Cut says. “Codes or no codes, we need to be on it.” 

“Mom!” A panicked cry from outside draws their attention. “Mom, it’s Omega!” Shaeeah runs into the house, pointing outside. “She went out past the fence!” 

Suu is the first out the door, grabbing the slug thrower leaning against the wall on her way out. Cut and Hunter are quick on her heels, hurrying towards the fence. Omega is right on the edge of the farm, a rather nasty looking creature stalking towards her. 

Hunter ducks under the fence, running towards Omega. She turns and runs, the creature lunging after her, but it’s slowed by a shot from Suu on the roof of the farmhouse. Omega ducks behind Hunter, Hunter slicing at the creature with his knife. 

Suu shoots it a second time, deterring it from attacking again as it turns and runs. Hunter guides Omega back through the fence, the poor girl looking upset and guilty. 

“What were you doing out there? Do you realize you could've been killed?” Hunter asks, his tone sharp and biting. 

Midnight winces, having been on the receiving end of that tone more than once. It’s not fair to Omega, though. She is just a kid. 

“Easy.” Cut says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “She’s not a soldier.” Cut squats down beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder, looking her over for any injuries. “Are you hurt? Now, let’s take a look here.” 

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to get the ball.” Omega says, tucking her face into Cut’s shoulder. “I didn’t know.” 

“You’re safe.” Cut says, patting her shoulder. “That’s all that matters.” Cut stands, picking her up. “Come on.” They start towards the house. 

“Hey, kid. You all right?” Wrecker asks. 

“She’ll be fine.” Cut says, walking back into the house. 

The five of them stand there, watching them go. 

Midnight replays the entire thing in her head once more. Omega’s lucky. Whatever that creature is, it’s fierce and would have torn her to shreds easily. Midnight doesn’t really know Omega, and she’s still adjusting to the thought of having a child around, but that’s what she is. She’s a child who has never seen the galaxy, never experienced the danger, the fear, the unknown. 

Midnight remembers when she was in the same position, leaving Coruscant for the first time, experiencing things so different from what she’d been raised in. Midnight had the advantage of knowing the dangers, though. She was an adult, well adjusted to living in danger. 

“All in all, I would say that could’ve gone much worse.” Tech says. 

Midnight rolls her eyes, shaking her head. Of course he’s right, but this didn’t feel like the time to say something like that. 

“Tech, you think you could forge some chain codes?” Hunter asks. 

“I only learned of them moments ago, but yes.” 

“Do it. We’re getting Cut, Suu and the kids on that shuttle.” 

****

Midnight sits on the porch of the farmhouse, swinging her legs back and forth. She had offered to stand watch, to make sure the Nexu didn’t return or try any bright ideas. It probably wasn’t that necessary, but she’s glad for the fresh air, and the chance to think. Tech and Echo had returned to the ship to try and learn as much as they could about chain codes and how to make them. Cut and Omega have gone on a walk as well, Omega still upset about the whole incident. 

Midnight can’t blame her. She remembers how upset she’d been the first time Hunter had reprimanded her like that. Of course, they’d been in the middle of war and he was reprimanding her stupid decision on the battlefield. She had deserved it. Omega hadn’t. 

She knows Hunter can’t discern the difference, though. None of them can. They’d been designed for war, for fighting battles. Not for things like child rearing and domestic life. 

They could learn it, though. Cut was proof of that. 

He had chosen to desert though. The rest of them hadn’t had a choice. 

The door of the farmhouse opens. Midnight doesn’t need to look to know who it is. He walks down the steps, approaching her slowly. She keeps her gaze facing forward, even as he moves to stand next to her. 

“It’s uh...beautiful here.” Hunter says, crossing his arms. 

Midnight nods. “It is.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, the tension beginning to rise between them. She knows it's her fault, but she can’t help it. She feels like she needs to fight. Maybe she should have accepted Tech’s willing invitation earlier.  

“I’m...going to send Omega with Cut and Suu.”

Midnight nods. He sounds unsure, but she knows that might be the best option. “It’s a good idea.” 

“They won’t let us go that easily. Things are going to be dangerous.” Hunter is staring at her. She can feel his gaze burning into the side of her face. “Would you-” 

“Don’t.” She cuts him off, hands curling around the edge of the porch. “Don’t even ask me that.” 

“You need to consider-” 

Midnight jumps down from the porch, facing him. “I made a promise when we made this whole arrangement that I wasn’t going to let anything separate us. Not the Republic, not the end of the war. I told myself no matter what, I was going to keep us together. I’ve already failed that, and now you want me to leave?” 

“That’s not what I want.” He says, eyes narrowing at her. She knows she’s pushing into dangerous territory, but she can’t stop. 

“That’s what you were going to ask me.” Her hands are starting to shake, adrenaline coursing through her. 

“I don’t want you to leave, but I think some distance for a while is a good idea for your own safety.” 

The door to the house opens, but neither of them pay it any mind. “What are you going to do, force me? The war’s over, Hunter. You’re not my Sergeant anymore.” She turns on her heel, walking away from him. 

Hunter moves to follow, but Suu puts a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place. “Don’t. Give her some space.” She says. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into her.” He says, staring at Midnight’s back where she’s standing close to the fence. 

Suu glances in that direction as well. “You shouldn’t take it personally. She’s grieving.” 

Hunter looks down at Suu, his brows furrowing. He hadn’t even thought of that. He had felt the sting of Crosshair’s betrayal, but he had moved past it in order to ensure the rest of his squad was safe and taken care of. It wasn’t fair of him to expect the same of Midnight. That’s why he had thought sending her away might be the best idea. 

“People do and say strange things when they’re grieving. I know it’s your nature to look out for your squad, but you have to let her do what she needs.” Suu gives him a smile. “She doesn’t need a squad leader right now, or her team. She needs the men she loves.” 

***

Hunter, Wrecker and Midnight escort Cut, Suu and the kids to the spaceport. Midnight can tell Hunter is still seething a bit after Tech’s brilliant idea backfired a bit. 

They had been enjoying what was likely to be one of their last good meals for a while, while helping Cut, Suu, and the kids pack when Tech had commed in, saying he had a brilliant plan. Naturally, he had decided to enact it without waiting for any permission, or even telling anyone else besides Echo. 

The brilliant plan? 

Get the ship impounded so they can sneak into the spaceport and steal the disks to make the chain codes. 

The only problem? 

Omega was on the ship. 

Midnight knows they wouldn’t let anything happen to Omega, but it doesn’t make this situation any less stressful, nor their jobs any easier. 

Midnight walks beside Wrecker, at the back of their group, holding his hand. It was partly to steady her nerves, and also to try and seem more inconspicuous. Hunter is leading the group, at the front where she knows he’s most comfortable. 

“Tech, we’re in the spaceport. What is your status?” Hunter says through his comm. 

“In progress. The encryption shouldn’t be a problem.” Tech answers. 

They walk towards the shuttles, keeping their heads down. There’s troopers crawling the area. There’s far more troopers than she thought there’d be. Midnight hasn’t been this nervous since she’d broken the boys out of the brig on Kamino. She holds Wrecker’s hand just a little tighter, moving closer to him. She knows it’s more dangerous for them. If a trooper looked too long at one of the boys’ faces, it would be a dead giveaway. 

“Hurry up. We need those chain codes to get them on the shuttle, or we’re going to have to blast our way out of here.” Hunter says. 

“Don’t worry. I can slip through security unnoticed and deliver the disks to you momentarily.” 

They get into the line at the shuttle, all anxiously awaiting Tech’s arrival. 

“Have your chain codes out and ready for inspection.” A trooper says as he passes them, thankfully not looking too hard as they turn their faces to avoid detection. 

“The chain codes are in route...with Omega.” Tech says. 

“By herself? You let her go by herself?” Hunter hisses into the comm. 

“Well, we didn’t let her go.” Tech tries to defend himself. 

“I’m on it.” Wrecker says, handing off the crate he was holding to Cut before running off towards the impound lot. She knows this is going to end in a firefight, most likely. She’s glad she kept her blaster in the back of her pants. 

She passes the bag she was carrying off to Suu, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Good luck.” 

She follows behind Wrecker, slipping into the impound lot. Thankfully most of them have been drawn to Wrecker, giving her ample space to slip towards the Marauder unnoticed. 

She slides up to Tech behind a stack of crates, drawing her blaster. “Kriffing hell,” She says, ducking from blaster fire. “Just once I’d like to end a mission without getting fired at.” 

“Then perhaps you should consider joining another squad.” Tech quips. 

Midnight rolls her eyes, firing at the troopers. They’re coming in waves, and she knows even more will be coming following. 

“Hunter, we have worn out our welcome. We need to go right now.” Tech says through the comms. 

“On my way.” Hunter replies. 

Hunter arrives quickly, easily taking out three of the troopers before ducking behind the crates. 

“Glad you could make it.” Tech says. 

“What are we waiting for?” Hunter asks. 

“The clamp’s still magnetized. The system’s not responding.” Echo says, still working on getting the Marauder free. 

Wrecker runs over, using brute force to get the clamps to release. 

“Let’s go.” Hunter says, Midnight running for the ramp of the ship, following Tech up inside. 

“Wait for me!” Omega’s voice calls through the spaceport, drawing the attention of some troopers. 

Hunter tries to keep them at bay as she runs over, but one of the troopers grabs her leg. Hunter makes quick work of him, getting Omega to the ship safely. Tech takes off as they continue to fire on the ship, successfully flying their way out of the spaceport and away from Saleucami.

***

Midnight sits in the fresher with her head in her hands. She feels sick to her stomach. Her hands are shaking despite them being balled into fists so tight it hurts. The motion of the ship doesn’t help any, only stirring her nausea more. 

She doesn't know what’s wrong with her. She’s felt like this the last two missions they’d had before the war had ended. She’d felt like this on Kamino, and she’d felt like this after their narrow escape. She knows it’s not just her roiling emotions. It’s like every time she has a blaster in her hands, it makes her sick. She can’t take much more of it. 

She forces herself to stand, splashing cold water on her face until her legs stop shaking. She looks like death, more so than she had on Saleucami. She’d love nothing more than to crawl into bed and hide, but she knows she can’t. 

She exits the fresher, stepping out into the hallway. 

“Well, where is Omega gonna sleep?” Wrecker asks. 

“She can have my bunk.” Midnight says, drawing all eyes to her. “For now. I-I’ll sleep in Crosshair’s bunk.” 

“Night-” Hunter starts but Midnight cuts him off. 

“It’s fine.” She moves forward, putting a hand on Omega’s shoulder. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.” 

She leads Omega to her room, opening the door. It’s still a bit messy from their search of the ship not too long ago. Midnight’s glad she changed the sheets, though. 

“Make yourself at home.” She says, shoving clothes back into their crates. Hunter had at least been decent enough to place her armor in its spot. 

“Are you sure I’m not taking your bed?” Omega asks as she sits on the edge. 

“Truth is,” Midnight says, squatting down so they’re the same height. “I don’t think I’ll be doing much sleeping in here. I don’t think I’ll be doing much sleeping at all, actually. I’d rather you be comfortable, at least until we can get something more permanent set up.” 

Midnight gets up to leave, but Omega’s next words stop her. “You were close with him, weren’t you. Crosshair, I mean.” 

Midnight sighs, her shoulders drooping a bit. “Yeah. I was.” 

“I’m really sorry about what happened.” She says. “I know what it’s like. To feel lonely even with people around you.” 

Midnight hastily blinks the tears away, turning to face Omega. “I’ll be okay. Get some sleep. It’s been a long day.” 

Midnight leaves her room, the door hissing shut behind her. She makes her way to the bunks, pausing in front of Tech and Crosshair’s. They’re all empty, Tech in the cockpit with Echo and Hunter. Wrecker was in the hull, probably benching Gonky or something. 

She pulls the privacy curtain back, half expecting to be met with a scowl, but of course it’s empty. She climbs up, tucking herself into the bunk. The hooks are still on the wall where he’d hang the firepuncher. Midnight lays her head on the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut. 

It still smells like him.

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A Little Moxie Love:Gavin's Mom has got It Going On!!

Springfield was that kind of town in a sense if you were to ask certain different people their opinions about it. Those who were born and lived there couldn't imagine being anywhere else but they sure as hell will complain about its problems. America's trash hole, the worst city around, just among the few nicknames and terms which came to mind with this pissant little town. For one woman of course Springfield and its issues were the least of her worries.

Now our lovely little ditz here, let's call her oooh I dunno Cakes, as in because she looked like a real piece of hot cakes, i mean you see that ass she's got packed away in these jeans?!! Anyways Cakes here was just parking her mini-van after having just returned from a grocery store run as she unpacked and began to haul her purchaes inside. A deadpan hum thinking of course Gavin or Caitlin wouldn't be bothered off their lazy asses to come around and consider helping her out. But really what else could she expect from those two, especially Gavin?

Well besides his being his usual pain in the ass self, calling her an idiot and what not but chalk it up to the choices she made in her youth. Choices that she was still dealing with the consequences of as she opened her front door to step inside, calling out her return to her kids, puzzled yet unsurprised to get nothing in the way of a response. No doubt Caitlin was busy chatting away on the phone or Gavin was likely being a rude little shit on one of those online games of his. One of these days she swears that attitude of his was going to get him in a hell of a lot of trouble.

Little did she know of course at this very moment, a hell of a lot of trouble had come Gavin's way in the form of the killer for hire misfits known as I.M.P., Yeah let's just say someone in hell had wanted to see that little shitstain and his sister dead.....well a lot of someones, christ it'd been a whole group that if they had them line up, it would've gone around the block, twice!! Long story short, it was a direct enough kind of job, get into the living world, find the two spoiled rotten brats and murder their asses!! It just so happened Mama Hotcakes had come back home just as they were in the midst of disposing of the bodies as the upstairs bathroom looked as bloody and messy as a slaughterhouse as Loona stood by the door keeping a lookout. Her ears twitching, nose flaring as she picked up the sound and scent indicating they had a witness situation pending.

Loona:*looks up from her browsing on her phone as she peeked out the door, looking back to her co-workers as they hunched and loomed over the blood filled tub.* "Hey Blitz, we got a situation. I think the mom just came home so ya know, fyi, she sees this shit? She's gonna freak the fuck out..."

Blitzo:*dressed in hazmat wear, as were Moxxie and Millie as they were hacking up the bodies and using bleach, salt and acid to melt them down. The clients were very thorough and distinct in how they wanted these little shits handled.*"Oh come the fuck on!! I thought we had her routine down!!"*waves around Gavin's skinned off skull, identifiable by his greasy shithead hair with its rat-tail pony tail. Moxxie giving him a deadpan glance behind the visor of his helm.*

Moxxie:"No, sir we didn't. You just said we were gonna go in and quote unquote ''Fuck these little rats up and let God sort them out!!". This wasn't all that well planned out in advance, we got lucky their mother was out at the time..."*Somedays it's a wonder their organization saw business with a former circus clown running things. Not that he would be bothered saying that to Blitzo's face, he was NOT in the mood for another of the former circus kid's wise-ass remarks about his manhood or lack of. For anyone who's been reading this story so far all very well know he wasn't lacking, no sir he was packing!! But I digress...*

Blitzo:"Okay criticism noted and ignored Moxxie, can't be helped so good on you for volunteering!!*That set off a few red flags in Moxxie's brain. Just his luck, his employer was once again looking to go along with a gut impulse instinct. he had to think and act fast. Otherwise this job might go more south than that whole springbreak fiasco, he was NOT a possum thank you!!*

Moxxie:"Wait volunteering for what?"*As he passed on some parts here and there to Millie who dunked them into the tub and stirred away. The chemicals working their way into melting down bone, viscera and skin. Pretty soon there'd be no bodies to find and Gavin and his sister would be likely already down in Hell pending punishment. Hey equal opportunity damnation, right?*

Blitzo:"Why running interference and distraction of course! Get out of those duds, pour on the charm and distract that Karen long as possible. I think this is gonna take us a while, knew that guy who sold me this bonesaw was lying. Cut through a human femur in 30 seconds my horny little ass!!

Moxxie:"but sir-!!"*Despite efforts otherwise, Moxxie couldn't even get a chance to protest as Blitzo pulled the hazmat suit off of him and threw him out into the corridor outside of the bathroom. Looks like the boss made up his mind so now he had to keep Cakes from being a witness by any means necessary, Millie shooting him an apologetic glance while Loona just shot him a thumbs up. Well this was likely to go one of two ways, the most likely being she sees him and mistakes him for a possum. Which would result in her screaming, wailing on him with a broom and try to kill him but time to see how fortune smiled today.*

Sighing as he shrugged his shoulders, the imp made his way to the stairs to go intercept the single mom, who paused half way up on her journey there as she indeed laid eyes on him. An awkward silence occurring naturally as the pair stared at each other, the imp certainly had to say, far as suburban moms went, this gal was more than easy on the eyes that was for sure. You couldn't really tell she'd even had two kids. But of course a part of his brain did remind him that it was time for the other shoe to inevitably drop as she finally spoke up.

Cakes:"Are you the gigolo I was expecting?"*That question seemingly out of nowhere threw the imp for a loop that was for sure. He wasn't sure how or why, of course, unaware that indeed the MILF had indeed been expecting such a thing. Until he remembered that indeed, they had on their way here from Imp City to the living world, wound up falling from the portal in the sky on top of some guy who looked like a male stripper. Leave it to Blitzo to be hasty reading the dimensional travel spell but least he had the bright idea to just tie the guy up and leave him behind the bushes.*

Moxxie:*Deciding he had to whatever was necessary, just shrugged and decided to go along with humor her presumption. It wasn't like he could pass for a Gigolo anyways but not according to Millie and a few others who'd think he put legit ones to shame. She'd likely think it was a prank or the agency pulled some false advertising then likely go Karen on them and call to complain, asking for the manager to provide her a refund. Speaking up as he finally replied.*"Yeah sure that's me alright...baby..."

Cakes:*Not noticing Moxxie wince at that cringey bit of cheesiness feeling like his sack of shit old man there (Seriously Crimson go fuck yourself), seemed to perk and bright up.* "Well wasn't expecting you so soon that's for sure. Weird costume but hey kind of a turn on. Doesn't seem like my kids are home so let's not waste anytime since you're here on the hour."*That threw the imp for another loop, she seriously believed him? Blinking as she scrambled up the stairs, grabbing and pulling Moxxie by his hand, following behind her due to momentum. And getting quite a view of her backside, seeing how tight those denim jeans hugged her legs, especially around that applebottomed ass of hers. Which only helped to distract him as he found himself taken into what he could only assume was her bedroom.*

Moxxie:"Oooh crumbs...."*Was about all he could manage to say as the milf didn't bother to lock her door, assuming it was just the two of them with her kids out and nobody else to bother them. The imp knowing full well said kids were dead and being disposed of by his co-workers in the bathroom. It was a miracle they didn't leave much of the house looking like a crime scene as he watched the single hot mama kick off her shoes and ditch her leather jacket and lime green cap. Showing off she had quite the toned body no doubt from a lot of exercise and yoga a woman her age would be into before she suddenly picked him up and placed him back flat on the bed.*

Cakes:"Now that I get a better look at you, you may not look like the kind of guy I'd see in sports illustrated but youu definitely are too cute to pass up."*The blondey quipped playfully and sensually, looming over the small imp making him feel cornered. He had to admit, this wasn't as scarousing fear boner inducing encounter like that whole fiasco with Martha before he found her peeling off his coat, followed by undoing and removing his shirt and tie. The milf purring as she found his comapct frame to be rather toned and nice to the touch.*"The whole bodypaint cosplay is a neat gimmick too, especially the horns, now then let's see what you're pack-"*Whatever Cakes was about to say was halted as she finished getting off his pants and bxoers, eyes widening and jaw dropping at the sight of Moxxie's erect length and girth.*"....Oh....My...God..."

Moxxie:"Uhm....should've warned you I'm kind of a grower...."*The imp tried to explain and reassure the hot mama before he gasped and groaned at her suddenly grasping his cock. Stroking it in her silky palm and fingers as her expression of shock gave way to awe followed by rising ecstasy. Biting her lower lip sensually as she rubbed her denim clad thighs together, feeling a goddamn waterfall flow between her legs as any and every man she'd been with prior became fading memories. The imp stud soon finding her plant licks and kisses on his shaft from tip to base, outright worshipping his balls with her tongue as she lubed him up with her drool before soon practically making herself suffocate as she proceeded to perform fellatio.*

The blonde bombshell just couldn't help herself, like some switch had been flipped inside her brain, setting her off into a bitch in heat mode that made her want to suck and blow on this cock. Rubbing her denim covered camel toe as she felt her pussy radiate with stickyness and warmth as if calling for her to get on letting this shortstack stud fuck her. Rut her like he wanted to put a baby in her and for the Love of all that was holy raise them right this time!! A thought that got louder in volume as her eyes burnt with a rising lust and she took in inch after inch of this long, thick womb hammering veiny piece of pussy pounding heaven, his sounds of arousal music to her ears.

Whatever doubts or hesitation Moxxie had before about having to, as Blitzo put it, run interference pretty much went south thanks to the intense thirsty blowjob this hot sexy mama was giving him. Her saliva practically drowning his shaft as her tongue lapped up his flowing pre as She unknowingly ticked off a few boxes in Moxxie’s sexual checklist. It was a little fact that only a few select women knew about Their favourite alpha male and it was that the raw desire and pleasure provided by a bitch that was clearly horny for him really turned him on. And this tall, blonde drink of water was really making him want to primal on her…and of course that was what he proceeded to do!!

Cakes:”OOOOOOOOH Fuuuuuuuuuuuck me fuckfuckfuck oh fuck me daddy fuck me fuck me hard!!”*Was about all the single mama that could definitely give Stacy’s mom a run for her money could say in between moaning and screaming in ways that there was no way the whole neighbourhood couldn’t hear them. That is when she could remember to use words let alone form sentences as many a female passer by or neighbour of varying legal sexual age and prime felt turned in and so envious, wondering why they couldn’t get that lucky. Making the men some of them had feel shameful and inadequate while the sexy bitch in heat continued to get pounded by Moxxie’s natural sexual lethal weapon doggy style, biting the grasping the sheets of her bed for dear life. The clapping of her asscheeks against that jackhammering imp’s pelvis as his length and girth ensured no other man was ever going to cut it when it came to satisfying her.*

Moxxie”Seeet unholy whore of Babylon…”*The imp couldn’t help but mumble, grunting as he continued to hammer away into the blonde bombshell’s pussy. Her naked body glistening with a sheen of sweat as the bed shook and creaked from how intense and wildly they were fucking. Knowing at this point that it was clear it’d been way, WAY too long since this woman had actually been sexually satisfied, so of course even it meant having to plow away until his balls ran dry, she had to so well fucked that she felt like she’d see God!! Or at least be knocked out long enough for the others to finish up with getting rid of the bodies and make their escape.*

Fuck her he certainly did, from massaging her juicy hips as she rode him cowgirl style, hearts glowing in her eyes as her bimbo airhead like brain became flooded with pleasure, to having this imp continue to rock her suburban mom world as he pinned her in between a mating press and a piledriver, working her insides like some erotic butter churn. And she was loving every damn second of it that she was actually forgetting she had kids for the time being, christ she thinks she mayve actually been falling in love, or was it just lust? Not that it ell mattered right now as the pair went at it in ways that were putting pornstars to shame, seconds going into minutes which woild become hours unaware they were being watched of course. Millie and Loona watching on with voyeuristic delight as their stud once again gave another needy slut a taste of vitamins Mox, the hellhound catching videos and pictures on her phone.

Blitzo:*pokes his head out from the bathroom door, steam coming out as as he worked away on the disposal and cleaning of the evidence.*”Hey is Moxxie done yet? The little shits’ corpses are pretty much non existent and I’ve been cleaning this bathroom of evidence so much the bitch coild be able to see herself on the floor!” *Yes indeed the disposal had been long since completed, the bathroom sparkling clean bar the equipment gathered up in the corner. The head honcho of IMP not quite picking up the telltale sounds of Moxxie’s ongoing sexual marathon with the brats’ hot mama. Somedays the guy could be denser than Mammon’s rotund stomach.*

Loona:*Rubbing her soaking wet thighs together, tail wagging as she and Millie continued watching the live porn show. Already thinking of her own oending fun times with her imp daddy after this gig that’s for sure.*”Oh yeah, the bitch is really…putting up a fight, he’s really got to go John wick on her….”*She lied unconvincingly BUt given being deadpan snarky and monotone tended to be her default mood set, of course her adopted dad would fall for it. He was the kind of guy you’d be able to sell a boat in the desert to.*

Millie:”Oh yeah it’s a violent fight, who knew a soccer mom could be so vicious….”*Leave it to Millie of course with that sincere country accent of hers to add to the bluff. Licking her lips at watching the air headed hottie’s thicc, toned tits and ass jiggle and shake as she became an addict for her man’s dick. Somedays coming to the living world was always fun because you never knew what sexy slurs and bitches could get lucky meeting her husband. It was hot and sexy as all fuck.*

Blitzo of course ought that load of tripe easily enough, shrugging his shoulders as h decided to give their crime scenes another clean over, including the brats’ rooms. Helping himself to looting some of their stuff of course, some living world material could sell for a mint back in hell, especially in the greed ring. The foursome finally making their escape after Moxxie finally called done on his “interference run”, clothes a bit messy due to hastily dressing back up. Sure he was a mess but not compared to Cakes, who was left in what remained of her bed, soaked with sweat and sex juices and a blissful smile on her face.

She’d almost wake up thinking it might have been a dream had it not been for the business card Millie had left in her night stand. Which of course provided Moxxie’s cellphone number and email, sealed with a kiss by the wrath shortstack hinting that her little gigolo wouldn’t and didn’t need to be a one off. Suffice to say, the sexy single mama was already looking forward to it, as she had herself quite an enjoyable shower, playing with herself as she fantasies about the gigolo who rocked her world. Wearing fresh set of her usual ensemble as she looked herself in the mirror, dare she be narcissistic but damn she was looking better than usual.

So much so that she got an idea as she took some naughty selfies, one flashing a tit and the other mooing the camera with her bubble butt as she sent them to Moxxie, adding his number to her contacts. This was definitely going to Something to talk about with her gal pals as she got out and drove out in her ride. Idly wondering, why did she have a mini-van……ah well. Yes indeed Moxxie had fucked her so well she forgot she was even a mom…..at leas for maybe another 9 months assuming he didn’t leave a bun in her oven. If not then well that could be arranged. For IMP it had been just another job…for Millie, it was her man once again proving he was an absolute unit stud.

[juicezone]

Using Prompt 5 which comes from this! Three separate times in which Ward showed that he was in fact, very clingy. Also, that he's not the most subtle about wanting to be close to his Len. Word Count: 989

"You know, you look lonely, Len." Ward said in lieu of asking to enter the office. He sat on the edge of Bones' desk and reached over for the PADD in the doctor's hand, sticking his tongue out when it was pulled out of his reach.

"No, I think I look busy. Do you need something?" Bones replied, having far too much experience with working while being pestered. He simply raises an eyebrow at the other, waiting for an answer.

The answer comes in the form of Ward attempting to actually sit on the desk, and Bones sighs before jabbing the other in the backside with a pen.

"Get over here, kid. You're about as subtle as a brick, you know that?" Bones muttered, though there was no real annoyance to his voice. Ward's face lit up, and he skirted around the desk to sit in the chair beside the doctor. It was a chair that was almost exclusively used by either Jim or Ward, as they were the ones who pestered Bones at work the most. Occasionally, Cooper would steal it, but they were more likely to just lay on the office couch.

"So what have you been up to, hmm? Thought you and Jim were going to get do some projects in the holodeck." Bones asked, once Ward had settled into the chair. He himself leaned back, ruffling Ward's hair. It wasn't hard for him to pick up on Ward's tells- not that Ward really put any effort into hiding if he was feeling a bit on the small side.

"Well, we were, but then I maybe accidentally got impatient and maybe I accidentally poured the vinegar in before Spock said I was supposed to, and then Jim got upset 'cos I didn't listen to Spock, and then.." Ward immediately launched into the story of why he was here and not in the holodeck with Jim and Spock. Really, it wasn't too surprising, and Bones just shook his head in exasperation as the regressor continued rambling.

--

Bones grunted as a certain something crashed into him, wrapping its arms around him. The caregiver glanced over his shoulder as the beaming face of Ward, with blue and yellow paint splattered across his face.

"You know, you're lucky that's washable paint, buddy," Bones said, raising an eyebrow. In response, Ward reached up. Before Bones could do anything, Ward had smeared something wet across his forehead.

"Am I still lucky?" Ward asked cheekily, and Bones resisted the urge to look completely and absolutely done with the kid. Instead, he grabbed Ward's arms and tugged him closer, trapping him in a one-armed hug.

"You're about to be tossed in the tub, that's what you're about to be," Bones replied, reaching over to the counter to grab the wet cloth he'd already prepared. He kept a firm hold on the squirmy regressor as he set about wiping the paint off his face, now loudly complaining.

"Leeeen! Not fair!" Ward complained, doing his best to worm his way out of the grip. Between Bones' experience looking after both Jim and Ward, and his job as a doctor, Ward was having no luck.

"Oh, no fair? What about this, is this fair?" Bones teased, scooping up Ward before crossing into the living room and dropping him onto the couch. Ward cackled, nearly falling off the couch and onto the floor. He scrambled to his feet and launched himself at Bones again, and the caregiver complied with the unspoken demand to be dropped onto the couch again.

"You know, I bet you were one of those people who loved to be tossed into a lake as a kid. Or swung around by their ankles."

"Yeah!"

"Good grief, kid. You and Jim drive me batty, you know that?"

--

Bones was quietly sitting in the dim living space of his quarters, skimming through a medical journal. He'd read it a few times before, but it had information he used frequent enough that he'd occasionally re-read it. A small noise caught his attention, and he looked over to see Ward standing a few steps away.

"Hey there, sweetheart. Everything alright?"

Ward shrugged a little, rubbing his eyes. Bones nodded slowly, already having guessed from the initial attempt to get Ward to bed that it was going to be a multi-attempt night. The older man patted the couch cushion next to him, inviting the regressor over to sit with him.

Ward didn't hesitate to take him up on the offer, scrambling to get onto the couch and tuck himself right up against his friend. Bones put an arm around the younger, and tugged him a bit closer, letting him get comfortable.

"You got Gale?"

Ward nodded, but didn't say much more. Based on the sleepy, slightly unfocused look in his eyes, the kid was teetering on the edge of his younger range. Suddenly ever thankful for the way Ward simply stashed things in drawers instead of actually putting them away, Bones leaned forward to reach for the coffee table drawer.

"Len," Ward whined, a slight pout forming on his face almost instantly, even though it took less than a few moments for Bones to grab the blue pacifier. Bones didn't say anything in responds, other than quietly shushing him before he could get too fussy.

"There we go, sweetheart. Havin' a rough night, huh?" Bones soothed, tucking Ward back up against his side. The kid settled right back down, rubbing his eyes as he rested his head on the doctor's shoulder. Knowing Ward just needed some time before trying another attempt to put him to bed, Bones put an arm around him and resumed his reading.

Either Ward would fall asleep here and Bones would manage to either get him to bed or tuck him into the couch, or he'd wait twenty or so minutes to try attempt number two of bedtime.

Regardless, Bones didn't mind, not in the slightest.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Enough pt. 2

Ted leaves Richmond.

A 3.12 fix-it - Ted Lasso / Rebecca Welton - mature content

MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

Ted thought he’d try and catch Rebecca before training finished but when Beard came back down and told him she’d left for the day, he had to reconsider his options. He toyed with going to her house, sitting outside until she’d consider talking to him, but he didn’t want to make things more difficult for her if she was already struggling. He took the late afternoon to spend some time with the team and catch up with them. They were curious about Kansas and how his life was over there without them. 

“Lots of barbeque, yes Coach?” Jan asked with a huge smile.

“That’s right Jan, barbeque places for miles and miles.”

“And how’s Henry?” Jamie asked from across the room.

“He’s doing great thanks Jamie, it’s good to be back with him.”

“Did you get back with the ex?” 

“You can’t ask that!”

“I was just wonderin’! I mean, if you go all that way, there’s gotta be more - right?”

“No, no, just Henry.”

“I used to know a kid who spent each school term in a different country.” Richard said. “His maman was in finance and spent time in London and France, his papa was in oil and spent time in Saudi and Brazil. He spoke like 5 languages.”

“Amazing. I didn’t leave my hometown til I joined Richmond! I didn’t know anything about anywhere or anyone!” Sam said.

“You still don’t pal!” Jamie threw a pair of socks at him.

“Is bueno to know more about places, it’s one of our very great privileges.” Dani smiled. “Henry is very lucky that he got to come here.”

“I mean… he coulda spent more time here though? Shared custody and all that.” Jamie mumbled.

“Yeah well, that wouldn’t have been fair on anyone else. We got family to think about. I can’t just be uprooting Henry cos I felt like it.”

“But you weren’t just anyone though. It’s not like you were some guy with no money or resources. The boss has literally got a private jet - and she ain’t even used it this year! This is one of those situations where you can throw money at it.” Jamie fiddled with the cuffs of his training jersey. ��I just think ya coulda stayed.” He looked at the floor. Sam threw the socks back and offered a gentle smile when he looked up.

“I think Jamie just means that we’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed y’all too fellas. I really have.”

“But it’s not enough.” Jan concluded. 

“Jan, mate, even Rebecca fuckin’ Welton weren’t enough. Why’d ya think she’s bendin’ over backwards to make sure everyone is ok except herself? I’m goin’ for a run. Sorry Ted. I have missed ya, I don’t mean to piss on your parade. It just ain’t the same no matter what anyone says.” Jamie left the others behind, with Roy following him out of the door. Ted watched with a frown.

“Sorry Coach. He just misses you. But as long as you have joy in your heart then we are happy for you.” Dani beamed. Ted stayed silent. The team soon dispersed in favour of the gym or showers, Roy returned and gestured towards the office. Ted took up Trent’s old chair and wheeled it to the doorway so he could see both Roy and Beard.

“Boys give you a hard time?” Beard queried.

“No worse than I expected.”

“Looks like we didn’t make sure their instructions were thorough enough then.” Roy growled.

“Royo here told them to go to town on you. Make you feel their love - so to speak.”

“Oh I felt their love. I missed ‘em.”

“I noticed you didn’t answer Dani. And you still haven’t answered me.” Beard pointed out.

“Beard, how can you ask if being with my son makes me happy?”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking. In fact, you’re openly lying to him by keeping up this charade.”

“Don’t call me a liar.”

“If the shoe fits.”

“What’s your aim here, Beardo? You tryin’ to get me angry? What, so I get so mad yellin’ at you that I spill the truth?” Beard watched his closest friend quietly.

“You saved me. And then you kept me going. And then you brought me here and I found the happiness I’d been searching for my whole life. A real, happy life here with you, the team, Jane… All I want is for you to be happy. Truly happy.”

“What if my happiness ain’t about being in Richmond?” Ted asked. Roy snorted.

“What if it is? I ain’t being funny, but when Rebecca told me practically word for word what she’d said to you - I fuckin’ cried like a baby. I’d have bloody, I dunno, married her on the spot if she’d said that shit to me! I just don’t get how you could hear it and it mean nothing to you.”

“It didn’t mean nothin’.” Ted said quietly.

“You’ve an odd way of showing that my friend. And you’ve come a long way to still not know what you actually want. You asked me on the plane if we were doing the right thing - were we crazy? Yes. I can tell you right now, 100% that we were crazy to get on that plane. That’s why I got off.”

“Did I ever tell you about that absolute bollocking Rebecca gave me just before the end of last season when I got Beard to do the press conference instead of me?” Roy asked. The other men shook their heads. “She really gave me an earful. She asked if the plan for the rest of my life was to walk away if it gets hard. She asked what I really wanted. Told me I’d convinced myself that I didn’t deserve anything good. She told me to get out of my own way.”

“A wise woman.”

“She is. So I did as I was told. She was right, she’s always right.”

“Fellas, I came because you both had me worried about her. I always figured that she’d be ok once she’d gotten over the shock, that was the thing upsetting her and she’d soon get over it.”

“She got over the shock. It’s you she can’t get over.”

“Michelle… Michelle agrees with Beard. First time ever - stop the presses!” Ted held his hands up, smiling softly. “I told her what you’d said and she thinks Rebecca might love me.” Roy brought his hands up in a slow, sarcastic clap.

“Well done Coach Obvious. Now tell me why you weren’t brave enough to tell her how you really feel?”

“Cos of Henry. I can’t be an absent dad.”

“Mate. I have known a lifetime of absent dads. In every team, every school, every community there’s the dads - and moms - who aren’t there. You aren’t one of them.”

“But I am if I’m an ocean away.” Roy shook his head firmly.

“No, it’s not about physical absence. It’s up here.” He tapped his head. “In the wise words of Rebecca Welton, get out of your own head man.” Before Ted could reply, Leslie appeared at the window.

“Ooh, is this a diamond dogs situation?” He asked.

“No, no. I don’t deserve to be a diamond dog today, Higgy. Good to see you.” Ted got up to hug the shorter man.

“Once a dog, always a dog Ted. And I’m firmly team Roy based on what I’ve just heard. My boys know that they can reach me whenever they need to, I don’t have to be hovering around them every minute of the day.”

“Thanks. Hey, how’s the boss doin’?”

“It’s been a strange day. Bury your ex-husband and then the love of your life turns up unexpectedly… It’s a lot. I suspect she’s recovering with a glass of wine in the garden.” He’d lost Ted somewhere around the ‘love of your life’ mark…

Rebecca was indeed in the garden. Stretched out on a blanket, eyes closed against the sun. She was doing some breathing exercises Sharon had recommended. As Rebecca continued to refuse to make an appointment, Sharon had instead sent through some guided meditation suggestions. Though she’d laughed them off at the time, they had been useful on particularly dark nights when sleep was harder to come by than usual. When her tears had run out but she’d still not managed to fall asleep. When she was so exhausted that not even a couple of shots of whiskey tipped her into a dreamless sleep. Or if she did sleep briefly, but woke in the night drenched in sweat and not remotely rested. She listened to the soothing voice via the earbuds, tried to feel it deep in her bones and tried to follow the instructions. She could feel it starting to work, starting to relax her. Until a call interrupted the app with a slight buzz. She tapped her ear to answer the call, expecting Keeley.

“Hey Becca. I’m outside, can I come in?” Hearing Ted’s deep voice directly into her ear after so long… she felt lightning coursing through her veins and she sprung up off the blanket. She cleared her throat, scratchy after spending the last couple of hours in blissful silence.

“The gate’s open.” She pulled the buds from her ears and stood up to greet him, finally. It wasn’t until he’d rounded the corner into the garden that she noticed just how short her shorts were, and how thin her vest was. And how the wide neck and arm holes of the baggy vest exposed her plain black bra underneath. “Shit. Shit shit shit.” She tried to drag the blanket up from the ground but it caught under her foot and twisted around her calf, pulling her leg out from under her. She could feel herself falling forwards but Ted caught her with one hand at her elbow and one around her waist.

“Woah, you ok?” The blanket pooled around her feet, Ted kept his eyes on hers.

“Yes. Yeah, just realised how underdressed I am, I was trying to cover up a bit.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I can go?” 

“No. No, please don’t. Just… just let me change. Make us some drinks?” She stepped carefully away from the blanket and into the house. She could still feel the heat from his hands on her skin, his breath on her shoulder. She hadn’t been able to look at him, hadn’t wanted to see her own reflection in his sunglasses lenses. She retreated to her room and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a more suitable vest. God she hoped he’d gone for the booze, she’d need the kind of courage only supplied by alcohol to get through this. She’d spent ten long weeks scrolling straight past the photos Keeley forwarded to her, avoided looking at his picture on the wall of fame corridor. She quite literally hadn’t laid eyes on him in all that time. Stepping into the kitchen was like a weird reverse deja vu of the morning after he, Beard and Jane had stayed the night. He’d looked so good that morning, if waking up to that every day was an option she’d take it every time. She’d been able to hear Beard and Jane through the walls that night, she’d wondered if Ted could hear them too. That night was the first and only time she’d willingly let her mind wander to how Ted’s hands might feel on her, whether his mustache would tickle against her skin. Her hand had slipped down into her pajama shorts as she pictured him above her, pressing hot kisses into her throat and gripping her hips, the weight of his body on hers. She shook off the memory and watched as he poured her a gin and tonic. The Kansan sun had given him a tan, he’d taken his sunglasses off and she could finally see the deep hazel of his eyes.

“You prefer gin in the summer, right?”

“I do, yes. Thanks.” She took a long drink, trying to buy a little extra time. 

“I’m sorry about Rupert. I hope you’ve been ok? And I hope Bex is coping?”

“Thank you. I can’t say I’m not unaffected by it. I was married to him after all. I just feel relieved, actually. He’s never going to appear when I least expect it. Never going to tell me in some underhand way that I’m not dressed appropriately or suggest that I’ve put weight on or I’m looking old. It’s nice to be free of that.”

“I’ll bet. How was the service?”

“I didn’t get to Rick-Roll anyone.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“I know.” She offered a tiny smile, an olive branch. They sat quietly for a few minutes, Rebecca reached for her phone. Ted had brought it in with him along with the blanket which he’d folded and put on the table. She put on a generic 90s playlist through her speaker system and turned the volume down. She took a steadying breath and turned to watch him for a moment over the rim of her glass. He looked tired, his tan was slightly lighter around his eyes. It was strange to see him out of his Richmond kit, in just a simple blue t-shirt. He either hadn’t styled his hair, or he’d been pulling at it all day. He looked softer. He looked breathtaking. She looked at his hands around his glass of gin, big hands with pianist fingers. She found herself wondering if he’d ever played a musical instrument, of all the silly questions. She felt that she knew so much about him, but so little at the same time. “So… how’s Kansas? How’s Henry?”

“Kansas generally is ok, hot. Unchanged. Henry is… well he’s mad at me. Turns out he’s been confiding in Beardo.”

“At least he’s been talking to someone. Why is he mad at you? I’m surprised he’s not over the moon that you’re-” she couldn’t bring herself to say home, “there. With him.”

“Oh he is, I think. He’s mad that I left.”

“Ah. Missing his jetset lifestyle.”

“Somethin’ like that. He’s got it in his head that I’m not happy.”

“Are you?”

“If I had a dollar for everytime someone had asked me that damn question in the last week.”

“I suppose they’d stop asking if you answered it.”

“S’pose they would.” He looked at her, tracing the pattern on her glass with her fingertip. “How about you? Are you happy?” a breath of laughter, an exhale as Trent called it.

“I’m fine.”

“Bet you can’t look me in the eye and say that.”

“Why should I have to? I’m not the one that left.” Anger flashed across her face.

“Ouch. Yep, I deserved that one.”

“You don’t need or get to know how I am or how I’m feeling.”

“Now hold on, I’m still your friend-”

“I can’t be your friend, Ted. Not right now. Maybe one day, but not now. I can’t be the woman pining over her best friend for all eternity.” She rolled her eyes. “I need space so that I can move on, and then maybe I could be your friend again.” The tension rose up between them like a wall. Gin fuelled honesty tumbled from Rebecca like a waterfall, “I need to make myself understand and believe that I am enough, just as I am. I can’t do that if I’m busy being a friend to someone who thinks I’m not enough. I have friends here who do believe in me, I’m choosing them.” She finished her drink and moved around the kitchen island to get another. 

“You are enough, Rebecca.”

“Clearly not. Clearly I’m missing or not understanding something very fundamental because when I’m with you, it’s like I can finally breathe, and it’s been like that for so long now I hardly noticed it happening. And now you’re not here and I have to learn to breathe again. It’s like I’m fucking suffocating in my own sadness, I’m pitiful.”

“Why didn’t you tell-”

“No. No, don’t you dare ask me why I didn’t tell you. I think I made my feelings perfectly fucking clear before you left. Multiple times. What do you need? Shall I get the lads to lie down on the pitch and spell it out? Get them to perform a dance number? You’re good with the public declarations, you tell me.”

“I’m sorry. I was… blinded by what I thought I needed to do. I couldn’t bring myself to believe what you were saying. I pushed it away, put it down to the leaving blues.”

“You truly thought I’d lie to you to keep you here? That I’d lie about how much I fucking love you?”

“I don’t know what I thought. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, but I believed that I was too much. I am too much.”

“Too much of an idiot, Ted Lasso. You are a ridiculous and infuriating man and my god, I wish I hadn’t said anything. If I could take it back, I would.”

“Just the words?”

“What?”

“Would you take back just the words or would you not… love me, if you had the chance?” Ted stumbled over the words.

“Not loving you is not an option, but I can’t keep dragging my heart out here to keep getting ignored. I shouldn’t have said what I did, regardless of how I feel. I shouldn’t have suggested you to stay, and we’d both be living in blissful ignorance.” Rebecca pressed a shaking hand to her forehead, the ice from the glass she’d been holding cooling her down. “I can’t keep doing this Ted. I’m tired. I’m so tired. You either feel the same, or you don’t, and I think I know which it is. I need you to go and get out of my life so I can get over you. I can’t do it while you're here haunting me. If you were any friend then you would accept that.” Her voice trembled. “I think you should leave now, please?” She turned away from him slightly, leaning on the island with one hand, the other coming down from her forehead to cover her eyes.

Ted felt his blood ignite. He’d been the one blindsided by leaving, not her. Pushing everything but Henry to one side, ignoring his own intuition and every cosmic suggestion at the expense of ‘doing the right thing’. He hadn’t checked in with his heart and gut. It had taken Beard, Henry, Michelle, Roy and Beard again to drag him back to the UK. But it had taken Rebecca for him to really see what was right in front of him all along. The one who’d been there from the start, who’d matched him measure for measure in personal growth and overcoming history. The one who’s baggage lined up perfectly with his. Her. 

"Holy shit." He whispered. 

"God, what now?!"

"Ask me again." Rebecca looked incredulous. "Ask me if I'm happy?" She shook her head. 

"Fine. Are you happy, Ted? Are you fucking happy?"

"No. No I'm fucking not, I'm miserable. Miserable and stupid - so stupid. I love you. I've always loved you, it's always been you." Rebecca shook her head again. 

"No, don't say it because you think it's the right thing to do. That's cruel Ted, don't be cruel."

"Baby, I'm done doing things because I think they're the right thing to do. My barometer of the right thing to do is way, way off. You're the right thing. Henry is happiest when he has two parents who are happy, and that isn't necessarily in the same town, or even the same country. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life, Becca." Tears streamed down Ted's face. Rebecca was in front of him in an instant, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. One of his hands found her hip and pulled her even closer while the other went into her hair. Their foreheads meet, she was shorter without her killer heels so she had to reach up to kiss the tears away. He laughed softly before holding her still so he could kiss her properly. Her knees gave out and the hand on her hip moved to wrap around her waist to hold her up. His fingertips brushed across her lower back, making her gasp and allowing him to deepen the kiss. He nipped her bottom lip and she carded her hands through his hair, pulling gently. He turned them both on the spot and backed her into the island, pressing his whole body against her before trailing kisses down her jawline. She leaned back to give him more access, pushing her core against him. With the counter holding her up, he moved a hand back to her hip, again, pulling her as closely as possible. She ground her hips against him.

"You are such a ridiculous man." She managed to mutter. He hummed against her skin somewhere around her collarbone. 

"But I'm your ridiculous man. Is this ok, do you want to stop?" Rebecca moaned.

"I swear to god Ted, if you stop I'll personally put you on the next plane to Kansas and arrange for you to be barred from ever coming back." He paused fully to laugh. "Please don't stop, Ted" She whined. He quickly turned his attention back to her. 

"I got you baby, I'm not going anywhere." 

She grasped at the hem of his t-shirt, pulled it up and over his head and let it drop on the floor. She ran her hands up his arms and into his hair again, planting mirroring kisses to his shoulder and neck as he had to her. 

"If I knew you kissed like this, I'd have done it a long time ago." She bit his jaw, making him growl and bring her lips back to his. 

"We could have had more time, I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"Stop saying sorry, just, ohh-" she lost all coherent thought as his hand moved up to cup her breast over her vest, grazing across her nipple.

"Just what, honey?" She didn't reply, only moved slightly so that his knee was between her legs. He read her mind and pushed his thigh against her center. The change meant she could feel his length pressing into her hip, giving them both the friction they were craving. She sighed happily. With her caged between his thigh and the kitchen counter, he freed his hands to remove her vest and didn't waste any time in unclipping her bra as well. 

"Please Ted, I need you. I've needed you for so long."

"You thought about this?"

"Once or twice." She traced a hand around the waistband of his khaki shorts, popping the button. "Less so recently. It made me too sad to think I'd never have this. Never have you." He cupped her cheek gently and kissed her again.

"Well, I'm going to make it up to you. Again and again and again. Becca I've dreamed of this since the day I met you."

"Less talking, show me." She started to push the shorts down but he held her hands against the counter.

"Patience, Welton." He murmured, pulling the straps of her bra down her arms and following their trail with kisses. He reached down to pick her up, a squeal of surprise in his ear and her arms looped around his neck, he carried her the few steps to the table where she could sit more comfortably, and he could see and reach all of her. Once he'd put her down, he took a half step back just to look at her. "Jeez,  Rebecca. You're so beautiful." He reached for her quickly, kissing her briefly before dipping to her breasts. "So fucking beautiful." She heard him whisper against her skin, making her shiver. He gently pushed her to lie back on the table and continued to kiss and nip a path down her stomach. She squirmed beneath him, but at feeling his fingers hook onto the waistband of her sweatpants and underwear, she stopped to look at him. He'd rested his chin on her hip bone and was gazing up her body, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded and lifted her bottom slightly off the table so he could remove them. She flushed, embarrassed. Sensing as much, he took her hand, pulled her back to sitting up and kissed her. "Would it help if I tell you that it's just as overwhelming for me to see you like this, as it is for you to be as exposed as this?" She laughed a little and kissed him back. 

"It's been a while, that's all. And probably never as intense?" He nodded, understanding. 

"I know baby, it's been a slow burn." She tried once again to drag his shorts off, but he was quick to stop her. "But it'll be over much too soon if you have your way. Now, keep your hands to yourself, lay back and let me make you feel good, sweetheart." He smirked as she leaned back on her elbows, propped up so she could see him. He placed her legs over his shoulders and littered kisses from her knees up her thighs, settling at her center. With a final glance up at her, he traced his tongue through her folds before teasing her clit. A flurry of expletives and moans tumbled from her, she lay back again, unable to support herself on shaking arms. Instinctively, she reached down to run her hands through his hair again, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to his mouth. 

"God, Ted!" Her breath caught in a gasp. He palmed himself through his shorts. He kissed and licked random paths across her sensitive core before slipping two fingers inside her. He moaned, pressing his lips against her clit, his mustache gently scratching her. He curled his fingers and pumped them inside her, feeling her unravel around him. She came harder than she expected, with his tongue at her clit and his fingers guiding her through. He watched her throughout, with dark eyes. She lay utterly boneless on the table. He took her hand to help her sit up, "Please, Ted. You're killing me, I need you inside me." She pulled him closer with shaking hands,

"Fuck, Becca what a way to go. That was more than I ever imagined." He let his khakis and boxers fall to the floor. Rebecca put all thoughts out of her mind, but she couldn't help but remember Sassy's comments on Ted which were for once, 100% correct. Rebecca hesitated before taking him in hand. She leaned in to kiss him, tasting herself on his mouth. He bucked against her, "Do we need-" Rebecca cut him off with another kiss.

"I'm clear. You?" He nodded. She lined him up, and he pushed slowly inside her. Her head fell into the crook of his neck with a low moan, "Good god, Ted." Once he'd bottomed out inside her, he nipped her shoulder, marking her skin and began twisting his tongue around her nipple. She grabbed his biceps while her body relaxed around him. 

"Ok?" She nodded against him. 

"This feels so… so good. Please, I need you to move, I need you-" He cut her off with a kiss, "I love you." She breathed, brushing a hand across his cheek. 

"I love you." He rocked into her, agonisingly slowly at first, he could feel the tension building inside her again at the way she grasped at his arms and met him with every thrust.

“More.” She managed to groan into his ear, placing a wet kiss to the corner of his mouth. He set a punishing pace, barely slowing as she came again and clenched around him. He slipped a hand between them and pressed against her clit,

“Come on baby, one more for me.”

“Fuck, Ted don’t stop-” They clung to each other as he ground hard against her. With a final push, he spilled into her but didn’t let up the pace - determined to see her fall apart again. He captured her in a hot kiss as she came a final time with his name on her lips. She leaned against him, unable to hold her body upright any longer. 

“God, Becca you’re gorgeous. That was incredible.” She shivered against him and he reached behind her to get the blanket he’d brought in earlier, wrapping it around her shoulders. She looped her arms around his waist, laying her head against his pounding heart. 

“I don’t think I can move.” She mumbled.

“You don’t gotta, baby, I got you.” He stepped out from the grip of her thighs and took one last look down her body before pulling on his boxers and handing her his t-shirt. She pushed the blanket away and dragged the t-shirt over her head. “Well, that won’t take long then.” He chucked.

“What won’t?” She smiled, sweeping her hair from her face.

“Til I’m ready for you again, seeing you in my clothes is… a sight. And we’ve got some time to make up for.”

“Well this is a side of Ted Lasso I didn’t expect to see” She grinned, finally hopping down from the table and coming up behind him.

“I don’t have to hide how much I want you anymore, so I don’t intend to.”

“Hmm. Same.” She kissed between his shoulder blades and reached over for her long forgotten drink, downing the contents. On the counter, her phone buzzed with a call. She answered it, leaving it on speaker phone.

“Hey babes, how’re you feeling? Do you want me to bring some food over?” Keeley asked kindly.

“I’m ok thanks Keeley. I’m feeling much... better.”

“Oh good, have you eaten?” Rebecca smirked.

“Not yet. Maybe later.”

“You should eat, you’ll make yourself ill.”

“I could eat, and she’s right - you should eat. I’ll order something.” Ted spoke up.

“Ok, menus are over there.” She pointed to the other side of the kitchen.

“Rebecca?”

“Yes Keeley, sorry, I forgot you were there for a second.”

“Ted’s there?” Keeley stage whispered.

“I am indeed Ms Jones. Shall I invite her for dinner?”

“Good idea. Want to come over Keeley? Just give me half hour to umm… choose us something and call an order through.” Keeley didn’t answer. “Keeley?”

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be there. Shall I bring Roy and Beard?” She squeaked. Ted nodded,

“Sure, sounds good. See you soon.” Rebecca hit the end call button and collapsed into giggles. “Think she knows?”

“Oh, almost certainly. You order food, I’ll go and start the shower.” Ted couldn’t help but watch Rebecca leave the room, his t-shirt barely covering her. He called for food and cleaned up after them before following her upstairs, determined to make the half hour count.

Keeley, Roy and Beard were on the doorstep before dinner - but only just. Keeley took one look at Rebecca and squealed.

“I fucking knew it! Holy shit girl, you look thoroughly fucked - nice one, Ted!” Rebecca shook her head with a smile, holding the door open wide for them all. The late summer sun had gone down but it was still warm so they moved out to the garden to eat and drink.

“So,” Beard said, pointing his beer at Ted. “If I ask again?” Ted gestured for him to continue. “Are you happy?”

“I am now.” The small group cheered and raised their glasses and bottles.

“Do you have a plan?”

“Nope.”

“How long will you stay?”

“Indefinitely.” Ted smiled and leaned across his seat to kiss Rebecca.

“Whoo! Yesss, Julia Roberts. We are not letting you go again!” Keeley grinned.

“We absolutely are not.” Rebecca agreed, taking his hand.

“You gotta get a new job though. You ain’t havin’ mine.” Roy grumbled.

[jenniferdiazisatransgirl]

So I’ve recently been replaying New Vegas and I’ve admittedly got a bit bored of it for the time being. Don’t get me wrong, it is a game I love but I have been playing it a lot lately.

Interesting random fact though, before starting HRT I used to game like constantly. Like it was really hard to get me to be bored of a game. I could play the same game for days or weeks on end and not get bored. When I started HRT though, I stopped being able to do that. Like I still love video games but my interest shifted more towards reading books and watching TV. Not sure if anyone else who is trans has a similar experience to this when they started HRT?

But yeah, that was a bit of a tangent. I was basically writing this post with the intent of saying, I always play Fallout and The Elder Scrolls on the normal difficulty setting. Survival which was first introduced in New Vegas just always scared me. Which brings me onto something, I should tell you how I got into Fallout.

So basically, back in 2008 I wanted a PS3 with GTA IV for Christmas. GTA is one of my favourite video game franchises and as a kid it was pretty much the only thing I’d play. I never really strayed away from the games I knew and loved. And that was GTA. I did get The Sims eventually but that was kinda one of those rare exceptions. My Mum couldn’t find a game bundle that contained GTA IV though, so she got me a PS3 that came with Little Big Planet, Fallout 3 and Resistance. Her plan was, I trade the 3 games in to get GTA IV. I’d been brought up not to trade in presents though, so gave each game its fair shot. I hated Resistance so that went in the trade pile, Little Big Planet was fun so I kept it and well Fallout 3. Here’s the story.

Basically, I set up my character and quite enjoyed the character customisation. Beyond The Sims, i hadn’t really experienced something like that and loved that aspect. I loved the dialogue options and feeling like I had a say in the conversations and then I left the vault and things went downhill.

The compass confused me so I got instantly lost and had no idea where I was going, I got attacked by a giant ant and well I just ran. I stumbled on those train tunnels the vampire people who’s name escapes me lived in. I hung there for a bit but then ventured back out and bumped into Lucky Harry. I spent like several in real life days following this dude round the map. I then ended up at Big Town and hung there a bit too scared to leave the place.

I did in time get the hang of playing Fallout and honestly, playing a game where I was terrified due to my lack of skill was actually pretty immersive to the point it was kinda fun.

The point I am laying out here is I wasn’t that good and it took me a while to find my feet in Fallout, so the survival modes scared me cos it would mean finding my feet all over again. I also found Fallout New Vegas way more challenging than I did Fallout 3.

I got Fallout 76 back in 2018 though and with it being a multiplayer game, you don’t get to select your difficulty level and you are playing in what is effectively Survival Mode. It took me some time, but I did begin to get rather good at playing Fallout 76 and it changed my play style. On my replay of New Vegas, even though I’m doing normal mode, I noticed I am using some of what I picked up in 76 in that and I have found this play through far easier. Like I can pretty much 2 shot deathclaws in New Vegas now. Last time I played I was a lot of shotting deathclaws 😂 It took me so long to kill them 😭

It’s taken 14 years but I think I am finally ready to make the games more difficult for me. So tomorrow, I’m gonna boot up Skyrim starting a new game where I play in Survival Mode and I’ll likely do the same with Fallout 4 and New Vegas at some point 😊

I don’t know if anyone will be interested in any of this but hey, enjoy 😊

[venusdear]

YEAH BUT I SHOW RESPECT TO MY PROJECTS BC I WORKED ON THEM LMFAOOOO HE JUST WENT LIKE AIGHT IM GONNA KILL THIS KID

yeah i looked it up, and then i got sent down a wikipedia rabbit hole lol

so basically dongwoon announced that he was getting married and then some "fans" started HATING on him, which is even worse bc highlight stans's average age is like idk 25. U PEOPLE ARE TOO FUCKING OLD TO BE ACTING LIKE THIS. and then he had to GO ON IG LIVE and APOLOGIZE TO THEM FOR GETTING MARRIED. he looked so fucking sad :( he's too good for this world, if i were him i woulda been like "sending me hate wont make ur parents love u" and then stuck both my middle fingers up lmao. heres a picture of dongwoon btw:

his fiance is lucky af bc daaaaaaaaaaaamn imagine getting to see that pretty face every fucking day. FOR FREE.

LITERALLY LMFAO HE SHOULD. i made a few friends on twitter bc of my screaming and crying over highlight all day lolololol.

also this picture

is my first time seeing gikwang with his whole ass forehead out and its so weird. a picture of lisa from blackpink w/o bangs was on my twitter feed and i was like who tf are u and what did u do with lisa! so its kinda the same vibe lol.

also i love how he has one eye bigger than the other lol. also THE EARRINGS. I NEED.

currently making a lyrics video of how would your co-ed group sing troublemaker by to1. it just looks like this:

my ass putting kyungho (2nd from right) in there when hes already in to1 lmfao.

ive been looping in bloom by zb1 FOR 2 DAYS MY GOD HELP ME. why do i feel like gikwang and dongwoons voices would fit it so well (runs away)

my ass is imagining gikwang in EVERYTHING i read and idk if thats a blessing or curse.

LMAOOO "i'm gonna go kill my kid real quick"

WHATTT YOU ARE TOO OLD FOR THAT 25 AVERAGE??? that's so weird. AND DELUSIONAL DONGWOON DESERVES HAPPINESS!!! COME ON GUYS

wake up, look at dongwoon, wake up look at dongwoon

HIS FOREHEAD LMAOOO lisa and her bangs

ZB1 DEBUT SONG IS SOOOOOO GOOD

[serenity-songbird]

What about a oneshot of 10 year old Kenny bragging about his girlfriend (the reader) who’s in middle school and is 11 years old?

(This is just because I’m curious of the way u would write it T - T)

{Alright! Here it is! I hope you like it!}

Kenny thought he was the shit.

He was the only kid in South Park Elementary with a middle school girlfriend. You were pretty, smart, and funny. He was so lucky.

To be honest...it wasn't that big of a deal.

I mean, come on, it was literally just a one year difference. They were going to be middle schoolers in less than 8 months anyway.

The only people that were impressed were Butters, Clyde, Scott, and Jimmy. Cartman accused him of lying and everyone else just were kind of like, "meh."

But Kenny looked so happy when he talked about you. So they let him brag about it.

"Hey dudes! Look what my girlfriend got me!" Kenny ran up to his group at the park and showed off his brand new parka. It was clean with no tears or holes, it didn't cover his mouth, and it was brand spanking new.

(Picture of parka below. Found on Snipes USA.com)

"Woah! That's a really nice jacket! She really bought you that?" Stan nodded in approval.

"Yeah. It looks good on you!" Kyle gave a thumbs up.

"Wow Kenny! You look like a brand new person. It looks kind of expensive compared to all your other clothes." Butters chirped.

"Yeah...I told her she didn't have to do that, but she insisted. She's kind of a...rich girl so money isn't really a problem for her..." Kenny girmiced at the fact. He originally didn't want to accept the clothes because he knew that they were expensive, even if you ripped off the tags.

He felt bad that he couldn't really get you such nice things and felt as if he was taking advantage of you.

You had to reassure him it was fine. You wanted to spoil him because you loved him. It took some convincing but he eventually accepted your gifts. He was thankful to have you in his life. You gave them to him so he might as well show it off, right?

"She even bought clothes for Karen and Kevin! Isnt she so sweet!"

"Pfft! Come on Kenny. We're not stupid there's no way you have a rich girlfriend. No spoiled rich girl is going to fall for poor trailor trash. Get real!" Cartman laughed in a condescending manner.

Oh yeah. That sent Kenny off. It was one thing to make fun of him, but this involved you. Knowing Cartman he was about to start bad mouthing you and he wasn't going to have it.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Cartman! I do too have an amazing and beautiful girlfriend!"

"Oh yeah? Call her right now then? None of us have met her yet. So why don't we finally see your amazing girlfriend?" He mocked Kenny on the last words.

"You wanna see her? Alright. I'll call her right now." He pulled out his phone and within seconds already had the phone ringing since he had you on speed dial. You picked up after one ring.

"Hey Babe. What's up? I thought you were heading to the park with your friends?"

"Hey Sweetheart. I was wondering if-"

"Oh, come on! You really expect us to believe your talking to someone? You starting quote 'talking to her' within seconds like people answer that fast. Just admit it Kenny. Your pretending to have a rich girlfriend because you're poor and live in a shitty house with shitty parents. You just want attention. You're also just using it as an alibi since you probably stole those clothes. I mean, it's the only obvious answer to your brand new look. Everybody knows your trailor trash family can't afford it."

"Cartman! You piece of-"

Kenny was, once again, inturrupted when Cartman snatched his phone and turned the screen to reveal Kenny's lock screen.

"Ha! See! He wasn't talking to anyone! Called it!" Cartman laughed.

"I was too talking to her! You just hung up the phone when you took it!"

"Cartman! Stop being such a dick!" Kyle yelled to defend his friend.

"Yeah dude. Quit being an asshole." Stan followed.

"Oh come on! You're not actually buying this are you. We've never even met her! It's obvious she's not real. And-OUCH!!!" Cartman rubbed his head were the big ass rock hit him. The back of his had now had a scratch that was lightly bleeding. "What the fuck?! Who threw that!?!?!?"

"I did, motherfucker!!! How dare you talk shit about my boyfriend. I heard what you said over the phone. Take it the fuck back before I stone you with bigger rocks!!!" The boys turned to see, you, a beautiful girl with a fancy (f/c) button up top and a short ruffled-tiered (2nd f/c) skirt. You hair was done nice and neat and you wore expensive accessories (of your choice). You screamed rich girl. If it wasn't for the burning fiery in your eyes, you would've looked like a sweet, innocent girl. However, right now the dark, ominous aura and the piercing glare towards Cartman made you terrifying.

"Oh boy. Kenny, that's your girlfriend. She very pretty...and very scary." Butters nervously tapped his knuckles.

"Wait...seiously?!?!?!" The other three boys exclaimed at the same time.

"No way...You're a rich kid! And you're dating Kenny? The poorest boy in South Park?" Cartman's jaw dropped in both shock and confusion.

"Heh." You cracked your knuckles with a threatening smirk on your face. Your aura burned darker. "I said...take. It. The. Fuck. Back. And. Apologize."

"Yeah. Cartman. Listen to my girlfriend or shell kick your ass."

"Oh please don't make me laugh. She can't kick my ass. She'll be too worried about breaking a nail or messing up her pretty hair and clothes. I'm not afraid of come snotty, weak rich chick." Cartman waved her off. "Why don't you just stand there and look pretty. Everyone knows that's what rich girls do."

Oh. Now he'd done it. Kenny shook his head as his backed off and pulled the other 3 back. He knew that look.

"Well Cartman, now you've done it." Kenny made a "go on" motion towards you.

Cartman wasn't phased when you marked up to him with a vengeance in your eyes.

Let's just say, the moment your fist collided with his cheek, was the moment he knew. He fucked up...

You were getting to know Kyle, Stan, and Butters. At some point, Team Craig walked into the park and watched you kick Cartman's ass. You were getting to know them too.

You all got along pretty great. You were funny, sweet, and tough. Not to mention, you were pleasant to look at. Your smile made hearts race. Everything that Kenny bragged about you was true. They could see why he always talked about you.

You were currently telling the group more about you when you stopped after hearing a crash, crunch, and pained groan.

Everyone looked over to see Cartman face down on the floor. You had hung him up by his underwear on the top of the playground slide so he could think about what he'd done. It looked like his underwear couldn't hold him up any longer and snapped.

"You guys are fuckwads!!! Screw you all!!! I'm going home!!!" He waddled off. It was clear he was in pain.

"...Anyway. As I was saying..." You continued your conversation as if nothing happend.

It had gotten pretty late and it was time to go home. You waved goodbye to the others as you and Kenny walked off together.

...You know...after meeting you and seeing how cool and pretty you actually are...maybe the boys did get a little jealous.

No wonder Kenny bragged about you all the time.

How did he get so lucky?

Bonus:

Kenny was being a sweetheart and walked you home.

"Oh! My parents are both working late tonight so they won't be home til tomorrow morning. Do you want to chill and watch movies before you head on home?"

Kenny got a bit overzealous in his agreement to stay over.

You giggled and let him in. Kenny set up the TV while you set up the snacks. When everything was ready, you cuddled onto Kenny and he put an arm around you.

The movie had barely begun before Kenny spoke in a seductive voice.

"So what do you think. Can I get lucky tonight?" Kenny wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"Dude. No. I'm 11 and you're 10. Chill. Out."

"Damn...It was worth a shot."

[swindle-comic]

Can you elaborate more on how you're aging the triplets up while keeping them close to Ducktales? What seems out of character now that they're young teens?

Side question- In general, how do you build your characters? I always worry about making one-dimensional and flat characters, and I was wondering if you had a specific process to make sure each character feels alive.

PS. You guys are doing an amazing job!

I consider 13-14 to be a strange awkward transitional period between kid and teenager, sorta like when you're losing your baby teeth but your permanent ones haven't grown in yet. As such, the triplets might seem a little off occasionally. This is a really weird time for them.

Louie is already interested in dating in swindle, an idea that would repulse his canon counterpart. Cuz he was a kid back then and dating was something grownups did that was dumb and gross and you made fun of them for it. Well, he doesn't feel that way anymore. But even so, he's still childish enough that even if he'd like a boyfriend, he still freaks out if a cute boy shows him any positive attention. He's never DONE this before!! He's never really a real crush before either. This is weird and new and he's still getting a handle on it.

There's also his anger in chapter 3. He's bitter and snappish and he's taking it out on the people around him. Not that his feelings of insecurity aren't justified and he probably would have still been upset about it if he was younger. He's also old enough now that he can fully understand why he's so mad and upset about it. But this explosive reaction is at least somewhat influenced by puberty. Teen rage at its finest.

Speaking of teen rage, Huey seems to be going through a lot of stuff. When I imagine canon Huey, I would say his default is cheerful. He was known to have a temper but he was happy more often than not. Swindle Huey on the other hand is pretty moody. He's easily irritated and seems stressed a lot of the time. I don't think he's getting a lot of sleep either, during a stage in his life where he needs more sleep than ever.

There's also this spike of....rebellion isn't the right word for it but like. Huey was a huge stickler for the rules in Ducktales. He still is here. To an extent. But the way he dropped all his morals for the sake of some fancy binoculars? That is whatever demon possesses people during their teen years. 14 year olds are on some different shit.

Huey seems to be emotionally maturing in some ways, while remaining childish in others. He knows in his heart of hearts that he doesn't agree with Louie's high school scam operations, he fairly assesses romance as a good thing but recognizes that he doesn't feel old enough for it yet, and he tries to comfort his little brother when he comes home upset. Although, Huey is still enough of a kid that he only sees the surface level reasons why Louie is upset and it doesn't occur to him that this has bruised his brother's self-esteem horribly, so Huey proceeds to mock him over it. So yeah, he's making progress but he hasn't quite got there yet.

Dewey seems to have the least amount of teen rage among the three of them so lucky him. If anything, he's mellowed out a bit from when he was younger. He's still upbeat, dramatic and energetic but not quite bouncing-off-the-wall hyper anymore. His ideas and ambitions are also a little more grounded in reality.

Something to note about Dewey is that he is the most adventurous of the triplets. He loves the thrill of a good ol' Scrooge McDuck escapade so you'd think that he'd be a little bothered that he and his brothers don't get to engage in that stuff as often anymore. (At least for the time being.) But no, here's the thing:

Dewey would like some time to discover himself outside of being a McDuck. He's trying to carve out a version of Dewey who goes to school and participates in clubs and sports teams and has sleepovers on the weekends, somebody who can co-exist with version of Dewey who lives a life of high stakes adventure. Dewey wants to make friends his own age, Dewey wants to make lifelong connections. Dewey has already been an extraordinary child, now he wants to give being an ordinary teen a try. He's not turning his back on the whole McDuck lifestyle obviously. Adventuring was his first love and it will be his last. He's just easing up on it, experimenting with other aspects of life and it will be there waiting for him when he's ready.

I know it's played as sorta silly but being in school, joining the drama club, all that stuff is a lot more personal and important to Dewey than the comic really acknowledges.

I also like to write him as little kinder than he used to be. Canon Dewey had a habit of loudly mocking Huey's nerd-ness. The thought crossed my head to have him make fun of Huey's clipboard in their opening chapter 3 scene but then I was like "nahhh, he's probably matured enough to know that's not cool." And he's being very sweet with Boyd. He also effortlessly realized that Louie had a crush on Ty, something Huey (who's actually interested in this kinda stuff.) was blind to. Like he's mature in ways his brothers aren't, same way they're mature in ways he isn't.

I briefly thought about Dewey maybe outgrowing the Dew puns but I was like "No, absolutely not. That would be like taking away a part of his soul."

Also it's not relevant to their characterization but I like to add in nods to physical development as well. I imagine that the triplets very recently went through a growth spurt and they're still adjusting to the long gangly-ness of their limbs. Makes them a little clumsy. Like that part where Louie lunges at Huey to grab his JWC, only to land flat on his face. And their voices are changing too, or at least Huey's is. You can tell in chapter 1 a part where his voice suffered a puberty crack, something Louie was kind enough not to point out. So yeah very awkward time for these kids.

Now, okay, let's see. Building characters:

I think you would need to start by building their surroundings. Because when it comes to some traits, you're born with them, things like bravery, intelligence, curiosity. But some traits, oftentimes the most significant ones, are learned, like kindness cruelty etc.

Think about their upbringing. Their family and friends or lack thereof. And remember that the exact same experience can affect people differently.

Say you have a pair of twins who were treated terribly when they were young. One becomes jaded and bitter, while the other learns from their treatment how important love is and is kind to everyone they meet. Nothing about their past is different. But they adapted differently because that is who they are as people.

Say a character grew up with a lot of siblings. Maybe because of this they never like being on their own. Or maybe this being surrounded by people so much as a child has made them actively seek out time alone whenever they can.

Did they grow up in the city or the countryside? Wealthy or poor? In a town where a sense of community is everything or in apartment building where they never even spoke to their neighbours? It's amazing how much little stuff this can influence a personality and their values.

Try to figure out their voice. Do they have a large vocabulary? Do they use a lot of slang? If they make an observation would it be a matter-of-fact statement or do they insist on throwing a joke into everything they say? Is their voice clear and distinct or do they mumble? Is their a reason they mumble?

Give them opinions. I would even say make them ridiculously opinionated. While they are absolutely people in the real world who are indifferent to almost everything, they do not translate well to the page. At least not unless you've figured out all the tricks to making them interesting.

But like honestly, even mentioning a character's thoughts on silly stuff like pineapple on pizza and whatnot, even if it has nothing to do with the story, it makes them feel so much more alive. That they live outside of the plot the author has shoehorned them into.

I'll mention something in a book I read recently just as an example. One of the characters was a girl who regularly dressed in rather odd clothes, many of which she made/altered herself. However, the clothes she wore were only described from the POV of other characters, absolutely as a way to make the reader think "omg shes so quirky." But this happened so frequently that you would expect that this character has a lot of passion for this kind of thing. But nope. When it comes to the POV of the girl herself, it's never on her mind. She never mentions enjoying making her own clothes or expresses her annoyance with a faulty sewing machine or whatever. She never gets distracted from the plot to glance at the interesting pattern on a curtain and think to herself "God I'd love to make a dress out of that." The extent of her interest in clothes is never any more than descriptions of what she's wearing. Dressing a character weird and characterizing her as weird are not the same thing. Try not to fall into this kind of thing. Remember your character's personality at all times.

Alright I have no idea what else to tell you. Hope this helps somewhat.

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles on Stepping Into the 'Twisted' World of 'The Boys' Season 3 (Exclusive)

Jensen Ackles may still be in the Supernatural universe as narrator and executive producer of The CW's upcoming prequel, The Winchesters, but he'll be putting a twist on the superhero genre when he suits up as Soldier Boy on season 3 of Amazon Prime Video's The Boys. To prepare for the role as one the original Supes, the 44-year-old actor bulked up considerably.

"I did, I did. It's all gone now, I feel like a deflated balloon," Ackles said to ET's Matt Cohen, admitting the process of getting into shape "was difficult, especially during COVID" due to gyms being closed.

"I just had to throw my kids around as much as I could and that'll quickly build your muscle. Had I known -- this is what Antony [Starr] says to me, he was like, 'Why don't you just have them add muscles to your suit?' I’m like, 'Oh, oh a**hole, thanks, yeah,'" he said jokingly. "But then putting on the suit, those things are works of art. They're incredibly well-crafted and well-made but they're not ideal to spend 14 hours in day in and day out, so something about peeling those things off at the end of the day was very satisfying."

Turning the page to the next chapter of his career after 15 seasons being in Dean Winchester's shoes on Supernatural was freeing, but Ackles acknowledged he hasn't had much time to think about his legacy -- especially with the prequel slated for a fall launch and keeping busy with new projects. (He'll be a series regular on the new season of ABC's Big Sky.)

"I haven’t found the time! I’ve cloned myself. I am No. 3," Ackles said with a laugh. "You're speaking to No.3 today."

"A lot of people forget that we we filmed this a year ago and it takes a long time to post The Boys as you can imagine," he reminded. "It is quite the spectacle. Everybody’s got some other things going on and we just ty to keep juicing this industry as much as we possibly can. It's feast or famine and coming in to play this role certainly after coming off of 15 years of Eric Kripke's world, it's felt very natural to just step right into another one."

"And this one was basically all the things that Kripke would’ve probably done on Supernatural and now gotten to do on The Boys. It's Kripke unleashed and it just goes to show what a sick, twisted person he really is," Ackles said, ribbing his former Supernatural collaborator.

His other Boys co-stars also had glowing things to say about Ackles' presence in the new season, acknowledging that there were times when the actor was hesitant about how far he could go on the NSFW superhero show.

"Working on The Boys for Jensen Ackles was a process of finding his line in the sand of what is too far to go and when you have Jensen Ackles going, 'Dude, I don’t know if I can do this, man,' you know you’re in the right place. The audience is in for a real treat," Karl Urban said, adding that Ackles fit "right in." "He's one of those guys who has an innate ability to assess a situation in a scene and actually come up with really constructive ideas about how to make it work to make it better. He's a seasoned pro and we were really lucky to have him."

"He did a bazillion seasons with Eric on Supernatural but for him to just be like, 'Yo, this is too far,' you thought he was used to how far it could go and he was not," Jack Quaid added. "He was great to have on the show. He was just such an incredible presence and we had a lot of fun, the three of us."

Fans of The Boys are in for a real treat (and tons of surprises!) when the episodes officially kick off Friday, but, as Chace Crawford joked, the best celebrity appearance was Ackles.

"There’s this guy right here," Crawford said, pointing to Ackles. "Getting him on this season was just incredible for many reasons."

But there may be a few familiar faces popping up over the course of the season, some that will be unexpected.

"The first episode, I remember we watched it [when] it premiered in Paris and the first episode is there are some very familiar faces," Ackles recalled. "I remember turning to Kripke thinking, 'How the hell did you get that person to do what you just...?'"

"Very familiar faces doing things you don't necessarily expect," Crawford teased.

The first three episodes of The Boys season 3 drop Friday on Amazon Prime Video.

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[goldengoddess]

fake dating with jesper fahey

request: would you be willing to do a jesper x reader fake dating for heist purposes 👀 i’m a sucker for the trope and my boy

a/n: YES oh my god my favorite trope and my favourite boy! i did it in one shot form because i think its better<3 i got a lil carried away with this one

warnings: some quick heist violence, flirty comments, nothing too intense 

“no,” you said to kaz, “absolutely not.”

he rolled his eyes and gave you a hard glare. “frankly y/n i’m not asking.”

you gripped the table tighter. you had not signed up for this. you were promised a couple of easy jobs with the dregs to get out of some trouble. a year, tops, of working under kaz brekker. that year had turned into two and now you didn’t know if you would ever leave.

but you hadn’t signed up for this.

you looked up at jesper. he twisted one of the rings on his finger and looked directly at kaz.

“you’re okay with this?” you asked him.

jesper made eyes contact with you and something in your stomach fluttered. it was unfair how breathtaking his eyes were.

“it’s just a job y/n. we get in there, talk to the mark, get our information and leave. yeah, this ones a lot messier with a lot more chance of getting caught but it’s just another job. ”

he didn’t sound too sure himself.

“except this time we’re going to have to pretend to date.” you mumbled, gathering up your things.

jesper chuckled and leaned closer to you, teasingly. “aw cmon, no need to act so disappointed i know it’s all you’ve been dreaming about since we met.”

you scoffed but felt the heat on your cheeks anyways.

kaz rolled his eyes, “save the flirting for the undercover work, yeah? y/n i’ve left you’re outfit in your room. meet outside the club at eleven bells.”

jesper followed kaz out of the room, giving you a quick wink.

oh it was going to be a long long night.

---------

you leaned against the wall of the club you and jesper would be in tonight.

you were dressed in an outfit that was too tight and too revealing and if this were any other occasion you would feel amazing in. but this wasn’t some other occasion, this was a job.

part of you wanted to pretend this was something else. that you and jesper were just two normal people who liked each other and wanted to go out on a date drinking.

but no. you and jesper were co workers who relied on the safety and money of kaz brekker. you were on a fake date, you were a fake couple.

the truth was, your feelings for jesper were anything but fake. the sharpshooter had you head over heels with one small smirk the day you met him.

but jesper’s ego didn’t need your confession of your feelings and you didn’t need a ruined friendship, so you kept your mouth shut.

but this job seemed impossible. it would be totally impossible for you to keep your cool as jesper pretended to be madly in love with you.

speak of the devil, you thought as jesper strutted towards you.

“ah love, you didn’t even give me a chance to pick you up. i’m a gentleman you have to let me show it to you” he joked and wrapped his arm around your waist.

you let out a breath and rolled your eyes, “let’s just get this over with.”

“i can see how eager you are to go out with me angel face” jesper said.

the two of you stepped into the club, the music was loud and people were pressed up against each other.

jesper led you to one of the tables close to the corner but not too far from the real action of the club.

he pulled out on chair and took a seat. you made a move to pull out another but jesper grabbed you by the arm and pulled you down onto his lap.

“gotta make it look real” he whispered into your ear.

you let out a huff and wiggled to get comfortable on his chair.

he laughed, “cmon, cant even pretend to like me? i know you do, just admit it you can’t resist this handsome face.”

you tried to laugh along, knowing he was only messing around with you.

but your heart was hammering in your chest and you could feel jesper’s breath tickling your neck.

if one of the guys in here that wanted to kill you and your team didn’t take you out tonight, a heart attack caused by jesper fahey’s beautiful scent just might.

the man you two had to talk to was standing near the bar, scanning the club. you quickly angled your body so you faced jesper more fully and started running your fingers through his hair.

“what are you doing?” he asked in an amused voice.

“he’s watching” you mumbled, “gotta make it look believable.” saints, how was his hair so nice?

jesper closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. he let out a soft hum of pleasure and you swore you would do anything to be the only one to hear that sound forever.

but before you had the chance to contemplate that, reality struck.

“he’s coming over” you warned jesper as you saw the man the two of you needed to get some information from walking towards your table. you moved your hands onto your lap and moved so your back was pressed to jesper’s chest.

jesper’s grip on your hips tightened and you tried to give him a reassuring smile, everything was going to be fine right?

“remember, you’re madly in love with me” he whispered right before the man sat down in front of the two of you.

oh how right you were jesper

“oh look what a happy couple, the two of you look great together” the man in front of you said.

you let out a giggle and leaned into jespers body, “thank you.”

“how long have the two of you been together?”

“a couple of years,” jesper answered naturally, “she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

the world felt so genuine that you felt your body sway from surprise, but you quickly regained your composure.

“what about you, any special person in your life?” you mused, trying to learn more about this man.

he shook his head, “i haven’t been so lucky as the two of you have. tell me, what is your favorite thing about your boyfriend here.”

that was not a question you were expecting, the man seemed overly interested in the two of you. your suspicion grew. but you knew you had to answer the question regardless if this was starting to feel like a set up.

you thought for a moment. but when you opened your mouth the words came naturally.

“he notices everything. i’ll be having a slightly bad day, maybe the weather is bad or i slept in too late, and i’ll only be slightly moody and he’ll notice. and he notices the things i like too. he learned my favorite ice cream flavor just based on the way my gaze lingered in an ice cream parlor. he knows everything about you before you know it yourself.”

you should stop. you should stop right now.

“and he’s reliable. yeah he may be late for a meeting or wander off during an important moment but if you need him, he’s there. he’s a constant presence in my life, i couldn’t imagine working without him by my side. jesper is the best thing in my life too.”

you realized your mistake too late. yeah you’d basically gushed about the boy you loved to a total stranger and probably made it painfully obvious to jesper that you loved him but you’d also used his real name. his real name. rookie move.

“jesper? why does that name sound familiar to me?” the man asked.

before you could even register what was going on, the room was filled with the sound of gun shots and you and jesper were on the ground.

you two sprung into motion, jesper with his guns blazing as you knocked out any armed person in your vicinity.

during a good moment jesper grabbed your wrist and the two of you ran out the club down the streets. but you could hear a group of men chasing you, hot on your tail.

you cursed under your breath, why saints why?

jesper pulled you into an ally and pressed you against the wall, making the ‘sh’ motion with his fingers.

if this were any other moment and you two were any other person, you’d enjoy the particular position you found yourself in. but you reminded yourself that you were being chased by criminals that might notice two figures hanging out in an ally.

you looked at jesper and he was finally looking at you. he gave you a sad smile, “i’m sorry for what i’m about to do in advance and i’m sorry this is the way i do it for the first time.”

and suddenly jesper’s lips were on yours and you were kissing jesper fahey. jesper fahey.

you only slightly registered the men chasing you run past the alleyway without a second glance.

one of you pulled away first and you stood there trying to catch your breath.

“um great quick thinking” you said. he had kissed you because he knew no one would question two kids kissing in the dark against a wall.

he let out a little laugh but he was just as flustered as you, “best thinking i’ve ever had.”

it was silent for a second, the night air felt suffocating and consuming and you couldn’t wait to be back at the slat in your own bed.

“did you mean what you said in there?” he asked you.

“did you?” you whispered back, as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

“i did”

“then i did too”

he pressed himself closer to you and brushed his lips against yours, “good. then when this is all over remind me to take you out on a date.”

did he just

date ?!

jesper stepped away from you and checked the main road before he grabbed your hand and pulled you the direction of the crow club.

“you coming angel face?”

you grinned and then burst into a sprint right alongside jesper.

[inkmemes]

this  country  (  2017  -  2020  )  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  the  bbc  mockumentary.  trigger  warning  for  mentions  of  religion,  death,  sex.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“i like the underdog.”

“don't be a fucking dick.”

“everyone comes together on days like today and just forgets their utter hatred of each other.”

“everyone who's anyone's going to be there and there are people from my past that would love to see me slain.”

“there's a tea rooms there and under the counter they've got a panic button and if i take one step inside, they can press that. the police will be there in three minutes.”

"he whatsapped me the other day asking us to go laser quest with him and i ... well, i clicked on it by accident, didn't i? so he knows i've seen it."

"i mean, i get it, but it's not making me feel nothing."

“it's baffling. i'm baffled by the entire situation, if i'm honest.”

“what the actual fuck? what the actual fuck? you have fucking lost your head, mate. you have lost your fucking head.”

“when i get hold of you, i swear to god i will fucking deck you.”

"someone's just been throwing plums at my house. i'm going to kill them. i can't believe it. i can't believe it. all over this. plumming on here, plumming on that. plum on the sofa, look! there's nothing left that hasn't been plummed."

“i've had a target on my back since the day i was born.”

“thank you very much, enjoy your free potatoes.”

“do you know how small your brain is?”

“hogwarts is that way, dumbledore.”

“he used to say i looked like the puppet off the dolmio advert.”

“there's a kid crying over there. do you want me to...? i can tell him to shut the fuck up if you want?”

“he genuinely looked like a moomin.”

“on my first day of karate club, karate master goes to me, [name], i don't know why you're here because i can't teach you anything. if anything, you should be teaching me." and just gave me his black belt.”

“you know that little old blind man? yeah, when i was punching him in his face, the lens from his glasses broke and cut my knuckle.”

“some things are just best left in the past, where they belong.”

“what's the point in knocking if you're just going to walk in anyway?”

“it was a miscarriage of justice though, cos what people forget is 12 out of them 20 hostages actually found it funny.”

“i lied so much i still don't know what's real life and what's plain lies.”

“i'm so glad you're out of that lying phase.”

“he likes to be the only person on the road, so whenever he sees a car coming the other way he just pulls over.”

“nasa went through hundreds of them in the '60s. and now every time i see a really bright star in the sky i can't wish on it, cos in my head i'm thinking, ‘that's probably just a spacecraft with some monkey bones in it.’”

“you absolute traitor. that's my cheese - it's my fucking house!”

“don't you dare eat that cheese. you eat that and i will smash this. i promise you, i will smash you with this.”

“fuck! you switched them!”

“yeah, i can see it's fucking burnt, sherlock.”

“i honestly am ashamed to know him, sometimes.”

“if you knock on someone's door, don't take no for an answer. get into their house. if they say, ‘leave my house’, stay. and if they say, ‘i'm going to call the police’, you walk upstairs and see if there's anybody else upstairs to sell to.”

“she looks like uncle fester.”

“right. i'm going to piss in their flowers, then.”

“you really need to go home. your mum's called the police and everything.”

“you're also fired from being my best mate, by the way.”

“in business, there will always be setbacks. i don't drink my own juice, fray bentos doesn't eat his own pies. but that's business.”

“do you know what, i don't actually want to play this any more, because it is actually very, very boring.”

“i'm ashamed of myself, that's not usually me, so don't get the wrong impression.”

“i genuinely think one of them fancies me as well.”

“it's fate her moving across the street.”

“the problem with finding a girlfriend in the village is that most of the girls you meet round here are old-age pensioners.”

“yeah, i am looking for a relationship, but thing is i've just got so many trust issues, yeah, with being fucked over massive in the past, so no matter how much i get close to someone now i'm thinking in the back of my head, ‘shit, am i going to get fucked over?’ because i've been fucked over in the past massively. my last relationship proper fucked me up.”

“i went through a really dark phase. listening to papa roach and just blowing everything up with them little french bangers.”

“shut up, you don't know what you're talking about!”

“i don't like the man. i know he's my uncle, but i don't like him.”

“it's just malicious lies, that's all it is.”

“i'm not saying i've got a cruel heart, but if she ain't willing to take me as i am rather than the monster i've become, then she can literally just jog on back to sea with all the other fish cos i don't care.”

“what do you look for in a boyfriend?”

“the key to dating, yeah, is the two rs and the three ts. 'respect, rapport, and talking, talking, talking.' don't ever let that ball hit the ground. good relationships are built on great conversation.”

“on a date, you've got to tell them all the interesting stuff about you, because that's what they'll be interested in.”

“he said to me, he goes, ‘you can't smoke on here.’ i said, ‘i'm not smoking, i'm vaping.’ the look on his face when i said that. i don't think he knew what vaping… what a vape is.”

“you would make me the happiest mouse if you say yes and become my spouse.”

“here's a tip, [name], next time you take a chick out on a date, don't bore her to tears.”

“roses are red, violets are blue, i've got five fingers, the third one's for you.”

“get out of my way, pipe cleaner.”

“[name] phoned me the other day at three in the morning saying, ‘come quick,

there's a hedgehog in the garden that looks exactly like grandad.’ so i got up, i got dressed and i ran over to [name]'s as fast as i could and then i just stopped in the middle of the street at three in the morning and thought, ‘what the fuck am i doing with my life?’

“you're joking me? because if you are joking me, that is massively harsh.”

“oh, let me get a song up on youtube. you're going to absolutely love this, [name]. here we go… listen to this. oh, for fuck's sake, advert.”

“let's go down the pub and get shitfaced.”

“where do i see myself in five years? well, me and [name] will have a flat in the middle of the village and all of our furniture will be inflatable and we'll have cable and it will pay for itself, because we're going to use the spare room to breed quails, because their eggs are worth fucking shitloads.”

“is this about the calippo, still? because you offered to buy me that.”

“if he wants to go, good luck to him, i say. i reckon he thinks that i can't live without him, which is a laugh, because he went a whole weekend away once and i got on all right. i just ended up following this cat around the village.”

“i've got to do what's right for me, at the end of the day, instead of worrying about other people.”

“how about you say sorry? sorry for the massive knife that's hanging out the back of my back because of you.”

“oh, and while you're stabbing me in the back, feel free to bend down and kiss my arse.”

“can i just ask you an honest question? why would you want to leave the village when we've got a pub and a shop?”

“i think you don't know how lucky we have it to be doing nothing with our lives, like. we're all going to die, anyway, so what's the point in doing anything?”

“i want ownership of the words fucknut and dickmilk.”

“i had this come through the post. and i've got a few concerns about it. firstly, this guy on the front looks really arrogant. not the sort of guy i was expecting, if i'm honest.”

“this is starting to stress me out a little bit.”

“why are you trying to stress me out? you know i'm already stressed out as it is.”

“the bloke that used to live in there, right, kept hearing strange noises coming out of his attic at night. and he'd go to the fridge and find that food was missing from the fridge. so he thought, ‘i'm just going to go up to the attic and check this out.’ and he found an entire family of peruvian panpipe buskers just living up there. and he thought ‘i'm just going to leave them to it, ‘cos they're not really doing me any harm.’ and then, a few years later, he thought, "well, i'll just go up to the attic to check on them. ‘see if they're all right.’ and it turned out they'd all died of asbestos poisoning. yeah, he doesn't live here any more.”

“some people will always be scared of me, and i can't change that, no matter how nice i am. but there's a balance to be had between being nice and being feared.”

“don't really like catching up. it's not my thing.”

“i just watched this video of this girl doing a random act of kindness on youtube. she basically paid for this old man's shopping at the till. and this old man was, like, about 90 years old. and he's so fucking old, like, you could see through his skin. and he just starts bawling his eyes out. he's like, ‘you're fucking joking me, this ain't fucking real life.’ i just thought... i want to make someone feel like that. ‘cos that's... i really… that's what i want to do.”

“i'm not dead. just can't be arsed to text her sometimes.”

“you know, correct me if i'm wrong, but four texts a day is complete madness. no-one can keep up with that.”

“i am doing kind things selfishly.”

“i was at midnight mass one year, right, someone got tipped off i was there. as i was coming out the church, someone tries to shoot me with a crossbow.”

“well, i haven't seen the film, have i? that's why i came here - to watch the fucking film - like a normal human being.”

“i've made an effort by coming here tonight. i didn't want to come.”

“i had to wheel him here from his house in an asda trolley, cos he was just too heartbroken to move.”

“sometimes you don't know what you got until you ain't got it any more. like blockbuster's. i just took 'em for granted - and then, one day, gone, and you spend ages trying to figure out what went wrong, and then you realise it was your fault all along.”

“i thought you said you wanted to fix things.”

“she wanted it to go that way, and it just wasn't gonna go that way. she even got me thinking that they'd get back together… ..but that's manipula.... manipulative people... do that. and he's better off without her.”

“that wasn't much to write home about.”

“it's fucking dead, isn't it?”

“basically, somebody's been sending me threatening letters, and i don't know who's doing it - and i am concerned, because my peripheral vision is poor, so, if somebody attacks me from the sides or snipes at me from an upstairs window, i am fucked - but my hearing is excellent, see? so i just need to spend a few days inside honing my sonar, and i'll be fine then.”

“if you don't like the work, the circus is in town and they're always looking for clowns.”

“his soul is just going to crumble to dust.”

“this really is not a good situation for me. a physical threat is something that i can deal with, but a sexual thing is not my area of expertise.”

“just really fucked in the head, mate.”

“what have i done? i haven't done anything wrong.”

“do you know how sad that is? that is so, actually, sad. that makes me sad for you, that you can't take a joke.”

“i think i just got a bit carried away with the whole thing.”

“your finger's going up my arsehole, mate.”

“i'll hold the back of your head, so you don't bash yourself.”

“when i lie in future, i don't want a massive lecture on how bad lying is, cos deep down, you're the worst of us all, mate.”

“i'd quite like a coke.”

“it's going to be like gluing a breadstick back together, because… like, as if a breadstick's been in a blender and it's all… ...the pieces smashed up.”

“like, this one time i started a fight club in the village hall, and i got a black eye from beating myself up. but it made my enemies think, ‘fuck, if she can do that to herself, what the fuck can she do to me?’”

“i'm absolutely 1,000% sure i've broken it in two places.”

“i knew this day would come.”

“i should be in tk maxx, getting the bargains that i deserve.”

“unlike you, [name], i'm not a fashion disaster.”

“i'm still warm in my grave, and she's sucking off the pallbearer.”

“you know, it took me ten years to get over [name], and i only went out with her for half a day.”

“i swear to god, if i see him here again, i swear to god, i will have no hesitation in just going up to him and just planting one on his face.”

“right, then keep your nose out of my business, yeah? nosy old cock-womble.”

“[name]’s attitude to me is puzzling. if i walk past her in the street

and say hi, she'll tell me to fuck off. yet every year, she sends me a really sweet, nice christmas card. you know, there's just no consistency there.”

“he's good-looking up close, isn't he?”

“don't show me any weakness, because i will take advantage.”

“no, put the brick down, you fucking psychopath.”

“when i asked him, he just said, ‘come to my office now,’ which means we're in the fucking shit, cos we're always in fucking shit.”

“i shouldn't be paying you at all.”

“i've always had a son. i talk about him all the time.”

“he's my son. he's not my dog.”

“it reminds me of the wicker man. i don't really know why.”

“i just find it weird how you can be so close to someone and they can be such a big part of your life, and then the next minute, you're just sort of strangers in the night.”

“i don't want the emotional implications.”

“well, about five years ago, i sold my birthday to my mum for about 200 quid, which means my mum's legally entitled now to never celebrate my birthday ever again for the rest of my life. not even, like, a happy birthday cup of tea, or a moonpig card, nothing - which is the worst decision i ever made in my entire life.”

“he deserves that anyway, because he's been sexting my nan, so…”

“what's this surprise? cos i need to know whether it's going to be worth this walk.”

“i always see them banners above the motorway, and i always thought, ‘who the fuck does them?’ well, now i know. people like me.”

“did you know you can't get stung by a stinging nettle if you grab the leaf top and bottom, like that? it's only when you touch it on the sides, it stings. agh, actually, that stung, then.”

“pez dispenser, they're cursed. they are, i'm not even joking. honestly, when i had one of them, i had the worst bout of bad luck i ever had in my life.”

“i swear down, it's a short cut. it might be a pleasant walk, we might enjoy it.”

“i'm not scared of the fox twins. i'd just like to sit them down and ask 'em plainly, ‘look, guys, what is going on? ‘cos this has just gotten completely out of hand now. you know, stop walking on your knuckles, stand up straight, be the best version of you that you can be. get a job, even. there's a trolley boy who works at tesco's, you know, who may as well have been raised by wolves. if he can get a job, you guys can walk it.’”

“yes, there has been talk of strange goings-on in the woods, ghost sightings and the like. but… ...they're never from particularly reliable sources.”

“i live with a ghost. there's a ghost in that house. he's like a civil war cavalier, with all the hair and the hat and all that. and every time i walk into the living room, he doffs his cap. and on his shoulder, he's got this crow that barks at me. it means i spend less time in the house, really. not because of him, because he's-he's quite peaceable. but the crow is malevolent. and i'm not having that. i can't share my house with a malevolent bird.”

“that's haunted as fuck.”

“am i going mad here, or does that, to you, look like that's where just ghost will hang out all the time?”

“look at him, little red riding twat.”

“if he's got an attitude with me, i swear to god, i'll just grab the steering wheel and drive us all into a wall.”

“it's a bit annoying, actually. cos this is not the first or the second time i've had to tell you, really, is it?”

“his sparkle has just gone.”

“you know my dad actually wrote the song wonderwall on the back of a beer mat in the space of ten minutes, don't you?”

“i've just got a tiny, tiny, tiny little favour to ask you.”

“when i think of [name], i think of someone who is very loyal. and very, very stupid. sort of more stupid than loyal. sort of 70% stupid, 30% loyal, probably. because she's very loyal. but extremely stupid.”

“do you know what? i actually don't think he loves you at all and i don't think he's ever loved you.”

“all right, that's harsh and unnecessary, but fine.”

“frankly, she is behaving like the antichrist.”

“i literally just got here.”

“you are such an unemotional slab of ham, [name].”

“i've got so much shit on that man you would not believe.”

“there's something in my eye.”

“i just can't quit him, you know?”

“yeah, we might have a fiery relationship,  but when we're together, it's just… it's just pure chemistry, isn't it?”

“i'm not proud of it, believe me. but at the end of the day, i'm a very vindictive person, you know? it is what makes me me.”

“i basically went out and bought an alpaca off gumtree for £500. of all the mistakes i've made in my life, that was possibly the largest. definitely the physically largest.”

“yeah, i really don't wanna talk about that.”

“her only loyalty is to herself, staffies, and the tv channel dave… ...which, in my opinion, is a tv channel made by knuckle-draggers for knuckle-draggers.”

“i can't move on till i've seeked revenge, unfortunately.”

“if that was in france, that would be fine, but we're not in france.”

“the only thing we had in common, really, was stealing, and that was more my thing that i got him onto. but it just goes to show, you know, some friendships last and some friendships don't, but that's just the way it is.”

“you know it was me that got you sacked, don't you?”

“the thing i learnt about friendship is, you gotta accept each other's flaws, no matter how toxic they may be.”

“shit-stirring from beyond the grave.”

[httpdabi]

His property

Word count: 6.0k

Genre: SMUT, maybe angst, romantic ? Lots of Dabi lol not sure if it’s yandere... yeah

Warnings: 18+, kidnapping I guess, fire play. Not sure how old Melissa actually is, so if she’s underage in anime, here she’s at least 21 y/I and allowed to drink

Qurikless OC being "saved" from not so hero person. :)

Being quirkless didn’t bother me that much. Sure, i was jealous when my friends started developing their own quirks, showing of. When they used to make a little show, competition which quirk is better, all I could do is sit in the side and adore them.

My parent were telling me almost every day to try to stay out of trouble. If there is a hero fighting a villain, I should just walk away. Because even their power can harm me. I learnt that I can just be at the wrong place In the wrong time and I could be in trouble. They always taught me to be extra careful.

When I was a kid, I used to depend on my parents too much. Today it was kinda different, I was giving my best to be independent as much as I can. Working at a small coffee shop, living in my small apartment. Trying to live as quiet as possible.

,,One caramel macchiato and one chocolate cappuchino” my co-worker said loudly for me to hear. Even tho it could be stressing, I loved my job. I loved making different drinks and talk with people.

I made a little ok sign and started making the ordered drinks.

The shift was passing real fast since there was a lot of work, there wasn’t even time for break. Of course, I could catch a minute and smoke one real fast. Being honest, I was fine with that.

After long ass night I changed into my dress and finally went home. Home wasn’t far from my working place, so if the weather is nice, I would take a walk instead of going home with bus.

,, Great” I hissed after trying to lit my cigarette. Perfect timing for my lighter to die. Little piece of shit gave up on me after such a hard time at work.

I sat down on the end of the bench, trying to find another one while the cigarette was still between my lips. There was nothing worse then forgetting your lighter or when it stops working.

,, Need a little help?” a man asked. I knew that few of them were sitting on the bench, but I didn’t pay attention that much. Before I could turn my head around to face him and take his lighter, his hand was in front of me, and he was lightning my cigarette up with his finger. Small blue fire coming from his finger, looking hella familiar. The purple skin with silver patches didn’t make a klick in my head either.

,,Thanks” I said fast, curious who it is, since my brain was telling me that I know this person. But once I looked at him, his head was already turned to another direction. Not wanting to bothering him or his friends, I just left believing it was someone I saw on my work. After all, we have a lot of costumers.

Time after work was my favorite, especially if I didn’t have to wake up early next day. A glass of wine, face mask, and phone in my hand. I couldn’t force myself to spend rest of the night locked up watching TV, so I enjoyed the beautiful weather on my balcony. I could see the little group of friends from my balcony. So I was lowkey stalking them a little, sad I couldn’t hear shit they were talking about. My little stalking was interrupted by a small vibration coming from my phone.

Of course it was Melissa. My one and only friend, quirkless bitch just like me. Usually I am not a person to use apps for meeting new people, but when I saw that there is an app for us quirkless sad motherfuckers, I had to instal it. And that’s how I met my soulmate Melissa.

Melissa: ,, What are you doing? I am on my way to your place´´

To Melissa: Chilling on the balcony and sipping on my wine. I´ll be on my way to buy us another bottle and strawberries.

I couldn’t even place my phone on the table and another message was already there.

Melissa: AMAZING!!! Can´t wait to get wasted with you. See ya in a bit loveeee u

Since The shop is near café and my home, there was no need for me to change. I was already in my pajama shorts and shirt, so all I did was wear my baggy hoodie over it. Taking my wallet, I sprinted fast to the shop.

The very next day, I had to work with a worst hangover ever. Melissa left my place around 10AM, groaning in frustration she had to wake up so early. But at least she didn’t have to work.

My shift began at 13PM, so I had some time to rest and let the painkillers work their wonder on me. Sadly the time before my shift started passed faster then I could imagine, and once again I found myself at my work.

From 13 to 16PM there isn´t much work. There are some people passing by after the end of their shifts, our usual costumers coming at the same time. But the exactly at 17PM is where the hell starts.

That was the very reason I liked morning shifts more, even tho I had to wake up so early. It was still less work then in late shift.

More and more orders were coming. Usually I would somehow manage to keep my shit together somehow, but this time I was real mad my boss didn’t get more workers. It could be much easier if there was 3 of us in the shift, instead of two of us.

Like we didn’t have enough stress already, there was a huge explosion near the café. Not paying much attention to it I continued making the drinks.

,, Get down!´´ my co-worker screamed and pulled me under the desk with her. I tried to peek and see what´s happening but in the very moment I did it there was another explosion, blowing me almost away.

In that moment I didn’t know if the explosion was beside our café again, or in it. But I could hear people screaming.

My co-worker started crying, telling me how my face is all bloody. Which was pretty weird, since I felt good. She was pulling me to the back side of the café telling me to use the back door and wait for her.

I did as she told me, seeing the mix of the red and blue flames freaked me out. It was the first time in my life to end up in situation like this, so a wave of panic took over me. Sobbing loudly, I sat down, hugging my knees. I was waiting for my co-worker, too scared to try and get help on my own, since I could still hear screams and people fighting.

Another explosion, probably in the café, since once again I was blown away. I could hear Ryuku and Kamui Woods asking if someone is here. But I couldn’t say a word, as much as I wanted to. I wanted to scream, but even a whisper was heavy at that moment.

Their voices were like echo, and the buildings around me started to get blurry.

I could feel my forehead being touched. My hair being placed behind my ear and someone telling me to wake up. Once I opened my eyes, I saw arm resting beside my head on the street. The same purple skin I saw last night.

I forced myself to look up, and the moment I saw that face, I felt embarrassed I didn’t recognize it before. Of course it was Leauge´s villain Dabi. Maybe the fact that I was trying to ignore the news around as much as possible, thinking if I stay in my safe zone I´ll protect myself. But of course I knew the League of Villains. Of course I knew Himiko Toga, Kurogiri, Shigaraki, Dabi and the rest of them. As much as I wanted to ignore everything happening in the city, I simply knew about them. Everyone does.

,, No´´ I whispered, not being able to feel pain or fear. My eyes looking beside him hoping hero or my co-worker will come and save me.

Dabi lowered himself trying to get my focus on him.

,, They are all gone. ´´ He said looking me directly in the eyes. Whit those words all the hope I had died. I closed my eyes while tears started to roll down my cheeks. This was it, I thought. Either way I´ll die from bleeding out or he´ll kill me.

,, Don´t worry babe, I won´t hurt you´´ He whispered, still playing with my hair. I had no power to say anything, all I could do is wait to fall into unconsciousness again.

His hands tried to pull me up, but somehow in that very moment everything started to feel heavy and I felt like I was about to vomit.

,,Fine, if you want to die, then die´´ He said, and once again everything else was black.

I woke up with sudden urge to vomit again. Being in dark unfamiliar room didn´t help either. The only thing that helped was the fact that I was alive. Before I could stand up and find bathroom, I vomited all over the floor. Maybe it´s weird, but I started crying, not only because I had no idea where I was, but also because I vomited. It´s a nightmare for me.

The door suddenly opened and at my surprise Dabi got inside. Which followed with me vomiting once more and crying again. Didn´t he let me die ?

,,Goddammit, I even prepared a bucket for you, can´t you use it ?´´ He said calmly. Grabbing my arm harshly, he pulled me up and forced me to walk out of the room.

,, I´m sorry´´ I sobbed, not wanting to make any problems. I didn´t want to do anything to provoke the villain.

,, Wait here´´ he said, forcing me to sit in the kitchen. Then he went back in the room I slept in.

The kitchen wasn’t big, but it wasn´t small either. There was a counter with drinks, and two tall uncomfortable chairs. On the other side were cabinets, sink, dishwasher, stove and freezer. Everything was in light and dark shade of gray.

,, Well, you can vomit like world champion´´ Dabi´s voice echoed thru the room. I could hear the toilet flush and his steps coming closer. It took him a second and there he was, standing in front of me. He went to the other side of the counter, took one glass and filled it with cold water.

,, So babe, what happened back there?´´ he asked, placing the glass in front of me. I was scared and confused, and I didn’t have any courage to look the man in the eyes or say anything.

,, I don´t know´´ I said quietly. He sighed and took a small box of cigarettes out of his pocket. Lighting his cigarette up with his quirk, just like he did yesterday.

,, You are lucky I noticed you trying to hide back there, since your little friend left without thinking twice´´ he said, as he puffed on his cigarette.

I wasn´t sure if I should feel sad, betrayed or mad. From all of the people back there, a villain saved my life. But I did feel thankful to him.

,,Thank you´´ I said, looking at him. His cigarette between his lips, eyes half closed.

,, What should I do with you´´ he said, finishing the cigarette and taking another one from the box. He placed the box in front of me.

When he realized that I won´t take one, he stood up and made his way toward me. Standing behind me, he placed his hands on my shoulders, slowly massaging them. His one hand pulled my hair back lightly, and other one placed his already lit cigarette in front of my lips.

,, Come on love, I know you smoke´´ he said, placing the cigarette between my lips with a little force. In a moment, his face was inches away from mine. I could feel his breath on my neck, making me freeze in the place.

,, Maybe I should keep you for myself here´´ he whispered, breathing deeply on my ear. ,,After all, I can protect your quirkless little body´´ he addes slowly.

There were many things going thru my mind at that moment. What did he mean ? How did he know I don´t have a quirk?

Days and weeks passed and there I was still at Dabi´s place. First few days I was left alone, either way he was really busy or just wanted to give me some time. Dabi let me sleep in his room, since I couldn´t force myself to sleep in the one I vomited. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could still smell the vomit.

His room was decorated in dark shades. One black king sized bed in the middle, dark green walls and black furniture. On the right side were huge windows and balcony. Since I was alone, I gave myself a little bit of freedom. After all, he didn´t seem that dangerous as everyone said.

At the beginning he didn´t let me cook or do anything that could be dangerous in his opinion. He didn´t trust me at all, being sceptic that I might poison him. He did try to keep me entertained, giving me Nintendo Switch with some games like Pokemon, Super Mario, etc. He also didn´t have any problem with Netflix or whatever I wanted. I know those are small things, but being with him, I expected less.

After some weeks passed, I was seeing him more often. He would casually get inside his room, since there was the balcony. Without knocking or any sign. Well, it was his room after all. Sometimes he would just bring us some fast food, ice cream and force me to eat with him. At least he thought so. I didn´t have any problem with it.

After 3 weeks passed, I started to realize that I was pretty much attracted to this man. I wasn´t someone who falls easily for a man, but his attitude, his cold personality, the way he moves, the way he talks, the way I could catch him look at me, it was all extremely attractive to me. It probably all started the day I caught him sitting beside me, thinking I was asleep. It was around 3AM when I heard him coming inside his room. He sat beside me, and started caressing my cheek softly.

In that moment all I could do was just pretend that I was still asleep.

After that night, he would come at night and just sit there with me, thinking I was asleep.

I opened the window and sat on the balcony, admiring the sight of the buildings and colorful lights coming form the streets, and cars.

,, I don´t remember allowing you to go outside.´´

He was standing to my left side, looking at the street.

,, Planning how to run away?´´ He added, not paying attention to me. He was wearing black pants, with dark grey oversized sweater. His presence was too much for me, it wasn’t that I was scared of him, but I was too shy, I couldn´t look him in the eye without thinking about him sitting next to my ´´sleeping´´ form and looking at me, playing with my hair.

,, You know what will happen if you even try´´ he said getting closer to me. I could feel his hands on my hips, holding them firmly. I could smell his strong cologne mixed with smoke. He told me if I even think about running away, he would burn me down even my ashes will disappear. Somehow he knew who my parents are, who my friends are and he said he would kill every single one of them.

At first I didn’t believe him, somehow I thought he isn´t capable of something like that. But I changed my mind once I saw him on the news, where it was talk about his victims.

His thumb was going in circles, making a small pressure on my hip. I didn´t think of running away. First of all I wasn´t brave enough, second of all, I was so unimportant to this world that I didn´t hear shit about me on the news.

,, Can I have my phone ?´´ I asked him, not thinking about his reaction or anything. I just wanted to contact my parents and Melissa.

,,Wha..?´´ he laughed out. His hold getting stronger, keeping me in my place.

,, Babe, do you think I´m that stupid ?´´ he laughed, turning me around to face him. If I wasn´t in a situation like this, I would probably feel the urge to touch his scars, being so close to me.

,, I just want to contact my family and my friend. I won´t do anything that might harm you´´ I said, not breaking the eye contact.

,, Harm me ? ´´ he laughed, his face inches from mine. This man was indeed driving me crazy.

,, Please, you can control me if you want. I won´t delete any message, I´ll do whatever´´ I managed to say somehow. His lips being so close, it was a wonder I could speak at all.

The moment his lips brushed against mine, I felt all possible feeling I could in my stomach. ,, You´ll do whatever?´´ he said, his head still tilled to the side, and lips brushing over mine. I could feel a small smirk forming on his lips.

,,I´ll think about it´´

After that day, he didn´t hold himself at all. Doesn´t matter what I was doing, if he felt like being close to me, he would just do it. If I was cleaning, making myself a snack, playing some games, he would just casually slip his hands around my waist.

Laying down on the couch, legs up on the wall, while playing Super Mario. There was one level I couldn´t pass as hard as I tried to. It was just too troublesome. Dabi was sitting in the kitchen, smoking and watching the gameplay. I could hear him mumbling something to himself, before he made his way and sat beside me, taking the controllers out of my hand.

I was surprised when he started passing the level without any trouble, defeating Iggy Koopa so easily.

,, YAAASSS´´ I screamed grabbing the sleeve of his hoodie and shaking it happily. I was dealing with that level probably two days in a row.

In the moment when I was about to ask him how did he do it so easily, he threw the controllers to the side, grabbing my right leg with his left hand, and my hip with his right hand. Pulling my body to his direction. I couldn´t even understand what was exactly happening in that moment, since it happened so fast. He placed my legs around him, and hovered over me.

,, Don´t I need a little present for this win?´´ he said looking at me, placing small kisses over my face. This time, I couldn´t suppress the need to touch his scars. The curiosity took over me, and suddenly I found myself, placing my index finger beside his lip. Moving my finger lightly to the left side of his face. The moment I did that he froze in the place, not kissing me, or doing anything. His body twitched once my finger was under his eye, touching the scars and the small patches.

He grabbed my jaw, and kissed me forcefully, forcing his tongue inside, not giving me a chance to breath. His other hand was under focused on pulling my shirt up, just enough for my bra to be visible.

,, You are driving me crazy´´ he said, his lips now on my neck, one hand still on my jaw and other grabbing my left breast making me moan suddenly. I could feel him smirk while leaving wet love marks over my neck.

Having Dabi around was something I hoped for now. I was hoping for those unexpected touches and waiting for him to come at night like he always did.

What surprised me was the fact that he actually gave me my phone. Telling me that he will control my messages and that if he notices I´m deleting them, things won´t be smooth as they are now.

Somehow, I didn´t even feel the urge to write something bad, to ask for help or anything ? I found myself wanting to be in his presence, I wanted him to be close to me.

He already contacted my parents and Melissa before, telling them that I´m alright. He ignored the rest of the messages they sent me. They wanted to see me, they were worried. Melissa thought she did something wrong, since I was ignoring her.

The moment I contacted her, my phone started buzzing with all the messages she started sending me. Where am I? Why did I ignore her ? What happened ? Am I ok ? What happened to my work?

To my parents I simply wrote that I’m fine and safe.

At my surprise, they told me they know where I am, and that we can work it out. They told me that he waited for them home one night. Telling them he felt they need to know where you are, and telling them if they try contacting a hero or police what will happen to me.

I told them that there is no need for me to go anywhere and that I feel safer then I ever was.

After I found out that my parents know, I felt the need to tell everything to Melissa too. She was my best friend after all and I knew she would understand me.

I explained everything what happened that night. Explained how he saved me, how he’s taking care of me and trying to give me everything I need. At first she was really surprised once I mentioned his name. I mean, who wouldn’t be surprised ? But if I’m happy, then she’s happy too. She never judged me even once.

Dabi wasn’t home, so out of boredom I decided to make some food. Maybe he’ll eat it too once he comes home. I decided to make Spaghetti with Quattro formaggi sauce. I noticed that he really likes cheese, so maybe he will give it a try.

After having dinner on my own, I decided to watch some movie on Netfix before I go to bed and once again wait for him. The movie wasn’t anything special, but I still forced myself to finish it. My mind was away all the time, not being focused on the movie at all. All I could think of was Dabi. If someone told me that I would be so desperate for LOV’s villain Dabi, I wouldn’t believe them. But there I was, waiting for him like a lost puppy.

Placing my phone on the Kitchen counter, I made my way to his bedroom. For some reason he was still sleeping in the other room. Making me wonder how does it feel to sleep next to him, and why he let me sleep in his room for such a long time.

I slowly lain down on the right side of the bed, focusing on the lights coming from the outside. Covering my lower part with the blanket. The soft lace pajama that was hugging my body, gave me some comfort in some weird way. I lain on my stomach and placed my left arm under my pillow. Closing my eyes, I inhaled a deep breath trying to keep myself awake.

It was around 2AM when I heard the door slowly open. I could hear his steps, I could hear how he’s in the kitchen, taking my phone, and shortly after placing it back again. I could hear the shower and his soft humming.

Not shortly after that, I could hear him coming. Slowly opening the door and making his way toward me. Sitting to my left side, he took a deep breath, placed his long lags next to mine, and slowly caressing my head. His fingers slowly found their way to my neck, moving left and right.

,,I know you’re awake’’ he said, as his finger slowly brushed the lace on my right shoulder down. In one moment, he was pacing a kiss on my shoulder, and in the next one he was hovering over me. I could feel him on my back. His face inches from mine. When our eyes met, I wasn’t sure if I felt embarrassed or glad.

He took a deep breath once more, and started placing kisses down my back, while his fingers were on my hips. With every kiss, I was going more and more insane.

Dabi got off me, and pulled me to lie to the side, once again facing my back.

,, Such a good girl for me’’ he said pushing my pajama slowly up, and touching my right breast slowly, while biting my neck. All I could do was move my head in the right direction, giving him more access to my neck.

,, Move your legs a bit for me babe’’ he said, placing his hand under my shorts. He didn’t give me a chance to do it on my own tho, forcefully moving my tights and slipping his hand under my panties. My head fall back onto his chest, moan slipping out of my mouth once I felt his touch.

,, Are you my good girl?’’ he asked, stopping his fingers form any movement. Feeling his hot breath on my neck, I forgot how to speak properly.

,, Y-yes’’ I managed to say somehow. Every kiss, breath, word, move from him, made me crazy wanting for more. I could lie to myself and say it’s only because it’s such a long time since I went in bed with someone. But I there’s no need for lies, I’m attracted to this man.

His fingers started moving in circles, massaging my clit just as I wanted. Placing his knee between my legs, giving himself more space for movements. I closed my eyes and moaned, once his finger enter me. Without any word his fingers started to move in and out, so slowly that it was painful. Loving every second of it.

Once again, he pulled me over, making me lie on my back, placing himself between my legs, pinning my hands over my head. No words could describe how I felt in that moment. This time I moved my head foreword and kissed him. I wanted more. He returned the kiss, and started grinding his lower part of body against me, making me feel his erection.

Whit every move he made, I wanted more and more.

When he let go of my hands, I immediately started touching his body, I wanted to feel his skin, his scars. The moan escaped his lips once I started kissing his neck. Not wasting any time, he pulled his whit shirt over his head and threw it across the room, giving me access to his well build chest. Without thinking twice, I started kissing his chest, the purple scars he had. His head was hanging low, breathing deeply.

His hand found it’s way to my throat, grabbing it harshly and pulling me up a little. ,, Time to undress you love’’ he said, his hand like a neckless around my throat.

Moving my ass up a bit, Dabi pulled my shorts and panties down, throwing them on the floor. When I was about to take my top off, he pushed me down smirking a little. Slowly playing with the lace on my right shoulder, he did something I didn’t expect. The blue flame appeared on his fingers, destroying the lace. First the right one, then the left one. His lit index finger went down over the material of my top, from my chest to my stomach, flaming it up just enough to destroy the material.

Once it was destroyed, Dabi pulled the rest of my top that was under me and also threw it across the room. Taking a good look of my naked body, he slowly went down, placing soft kisses over my stomach. The fact that I could feel his burnt skin too was taking me over the edge.

,,What if’’ he breathed out, still leaving wet kisses over my stomach and chest. ,, What if everyone knows to who you belong’’ he said, eyes looking up on me, trailing his finger around my stomach. His left hand holding my hip, making sure no movements were possible.

,,What do you mean?’’ I asked confused, not able to understand anything clearly anymore. There was no need for me to even think about it, because Dabi already made his decision to mark me as his. A loud scream escaped my mouth the moment I felt my skin getting burned.

His hand was still holding me firmly, but he immediately stopped what he was doing, and placed his hand over my mouth.

,,Relax, it will be over just in a minute’’ he said, kissing me deeply. He took the destroyed top and placed it between my lips. Making sure I was biting the destroyed piece of cloth, he slowly went down to finish what he started.

Making sure I won’t interrupt his work, he held my hands together firmly, while holding my legs with his weight down. Every move of his finger, burning my skin, was sending a wave of pain through my body. Closing my eyes, tears rolled down my cheek. Back aching up, screaming into the cloth in my mouth, nothing of it helped me calm down. But he was correct, it took him around minute to finish. Pulling the cloth out of my mouth, he kissed me.

,, Such a good girl’’ he said in between the kisses. Pulling my head up, I saw his name on my stomach. ,,Now everyone knows who you belong to’’ he added, leaving wet love bites all over my neck. From all the pain I felt when he was burning my skin down, everything after that felt like aftercare.

Dabi stood up, taking off his shorts and boxers before he climbed on top of me again. He kissed me once mere before he started rubbing his hard dick over my clit. He knew that I wanted more, but the he liked the fact that I was so desperate for him.

,, Dabi please’’ I moaned out, wanting him inside me already. Without any word or sign, he entered me roughly, not giving me any time do adjust to his size.

,,Of course I’ll give my good girl what she needs. You are too good tonight’’ He said kissing my nose, while my hands were grabbing the covers of his sheets to find my comfort in them.

He didn’t move for some minutes, leaving wet love marks over my chest. But once he was done, he slowly pulled his dick out so only his tip was inside of me. Then again, slammed it back inside. The harsh move, made me place my hands over his back, finding comfort there instead of the cold sheets.

He moved few times with the same method. Every time he would slam his dick back inside I wanted to dig my fingers inside his skin. But I was too afraid I would hurt his already burnt skin. I didn’t want to hurt him.

After he slammed too hard inside me, I accidentally dug my nails into his skin. It was probably not to hard, but still I caressed the place I thought I hurt and apologized to him.

,,You don’t have to worry about it love’’ he said stopping his movements. ,, My skin is already bruised, few new scars won’t hurt me’’ he added, giving me the permission to do what I want. Whit those words his movements started to speed up, making me throw my head back into the pillow and wrap my legs around him.

Dabi bit my shoulder, groaning into it, while he was getting faster and deeper with every move he made. Even tho I was still worried about his skin, I couldn’t help it, my nails were scratching it and digging into it enough to keep up with his moves.

,,I’m close’’ I moaned, while every thrust was bringing me closer to my orgasm. I didn’t have to repeat myself or wait, his hand found it’s way to my clit, rubbing it fast into circles. Which was enough for me to cum all over his dick while moaning his name out.

Without any word, Dabi turned me around on my stomach and entered me form behind once again. Holding my hips strongly while thrusting deep in and out of me. Being sensitive form my orgasm, with every thrust he did, my moans were louder.

,, Ass up’’ he said suddenly stopping his moves. Once I did what he told me, he grabbed my head and pushed it deep into the soft pillow and started to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. The sound of his skin slapping my own, the image of what was happening almost drove me close to my second orgasm.

My moans were huffed by the pillow, while Dabi was fucking me into the mattress.

,, Yess babe, cum for me again’’ He groaned into my ear, fucking me even harder.

,,So close’’ he moaned, touching my clit again and moving even faster and deeper if it was even possible. He didn’t have to touch me much, another orgasm was already hitting me hard.

,, Yess baby, so good’’ he moaned, while his dick started twitching inside of me. I felt his hot cum inside, closing my eyes, trying to catch my breath. Dabi didn’t stop, he tried to fuck his seed deep into me, until he thought it was enough.

Falling beside me, his arm over my back, breathing deeply into my neck. I wanted this moment to last forever.

His fingers trailing up and down my back slowly, while smoking a cigarette. The cold air coming form the opened balcony was a contrast to his hot fingers going up and down.

Once I noticed the cum that started to leak out, I stood up covering my body with the blanket, making my way to the bathroom to clean myself and wear another pajama.

When I finished, and changed. I found Dabi standing in the kitchen, already in his white shirt and his shorts for sleeping. Half of his cigarette was finished.

,, You coming back?’’ I asked.

,, Don’t you want to sleep alone ?’’ he asked turning taking one last smoke before placing the end of the cigarette under the water and throwing it away. I shook my head slowly, and made my way toward his room, hoping it’s enough for him to come back.

Once I buried my head into his pillow, I waited for him to follow me. But the steps were going to another direction, making me sigh deeply.

Shortly after that, at my surprise, Dabi appeared again. Holding some lotion in his hands. He sat beside me pulling the sheet down and my pajama dress up. Small smirk appearing over his lips at the sight of his name on my stomach.

Banding down, he kissed it few times before he applied the cold lotion all over it. Laying down beside me, he placed his arms around me and pulled me closer to him and hiding his face into my neck breathing my scent in.

With his presence and arms around me, it was the first night I could fall asleep peacefully not feeling scared of anything in this world.

Hope you liked it, too lazy to correct all the mistakes.

Also credit to the owner of the photo :)

Much loveeee

[miss-smutty]

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Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

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Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

[missymurphy1985]

Nobody's Perfect (part4)

Warning - angst / pregnancy? / Smut

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"What do you mean it's split??" You looked at him, hoping against hope he was joking.

"What else could I possibly mean y/n?!" You pushed past him into the bathroom to see for yourself. Sure enough, there it was. Burst at the top, how neither of you had felt it you didn't know.

"Listen y/n..."

"Shut up. I'll take care of it, okay." He nodded. You binned it, and moved back past him to put your jeans back on.

"You okay?" He asked, his face still pale.

"Cillian.. stop panicking okay? I'll go to the pharmacy and get the morning after pill. It'll be like nothing happened. I wish nothing HAD happened."

He pulled his own jeans back on and sat on the same chair you'd just ridden him on, head back, hands on his face.

"You mean that?" He asked, bringing his elbows onto his knees and clasping his hands together, looking at you now, leaning against the counter.

"Yes. No... God I don't know.. you.. you fucking hurt me Cillian..." Tears back in your eyes, you sniffed lightly. "I made it to 27 before I had a one night stand, I was rather proud of myself. Then you came along."

"I'm not proud of what I did okay?" He stood and wrapped his arms round you. "I was married for 12 years until about 18 months ago."

"You were?" He pulled away and sat back on the chair.

"We had been trying for a baby for 3 years. Nothing. Then she got pregnant. I was over the moon, went to all the scans, the blood tests, helped her through the morning sickness.. held her hand when our daughter was born.. the works. A father, at last.. then my world came crashing down around me."

You sat opposite him and took his hand.

Cillian's flashback

Bunch of flowers in one hand and a small teddy bear in the other, Cillian approached his front door smiling. He'd finished his theatre run of Ballyturk a few days earlier than expected and was surprising his wife and new baby. Unlocking the front door, he stepped quietly inside and moved into the kitchen. The house was strangely quiet - her car was on the drive, so she must've been home? Checking his watch, 2pm - Niamh's nap time, she was probably resting herself.

Creeping up the stairs so as not to disturb them, he peered into his daughters nursery and smiled at the small 3 month old bundle sleeping soundly. He was desperate to pick her up but settled for a gentle kiss on the top of her head instead. Placing the teddy at the bottom of her cot, he heard a noise from the main bedroom.

Making his way down the landing, he went to open his and Liane's bedroom door before freezing.

"Fuck... Yes..." That wasn't Liane...

"Harder!!" That was...

"You gonna come for me Liane?" His mind was whirring at 100 miles per hour. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Pushing the door open, in his best poker face possible, he stood watching as his best friend, the best man at his wedding, was pounding into his wife.

"You gonna come or what, Liane?" His voice pierced the room, making Liane and Mark freeze and spin around, covering themselves and staring at Cillian, who simply walked out of the room and went downstairs.

He sat at the dining table, head in his hands, refusing to let the tears fall. Liane and Mark came downstairs and cautiously approached him.

"You were away filming for almost 2 years solid... I just... I didn't mean for it to happen..." Liane spoke.

"I haven't filmed a fucking thing for 9 months Liane. But it's good to know exactly how long you've been fucking my wife, Mark." He didn't look at either of them. His calmness was almost scaring Liane.

"Cillian I'm sorry man..." Mark broke the silence.

"Shut the fuck up. You've been fucking my wife for the best part of 3 years and you think you have a right to fucking speak to me? You were my best friend! I introduced you to your fucking wife! You have kids! WE have a child, Liane!" His voice was getting louder, he had to bite his fist to stop himself as the sudden realisation dawned on him. His eyes flashed red, unable to fully process it.

"Cillian..."

"Is she mine? Liane, is she mine?!" Her silence spoke volumes. Cillian dropped to his knees, the shock taking his legs from under him. He felt like a truck had hit him at full speed, knocking the wind out of him. Mark moved to pick him up, before being violently shoved across the room and slammed into the wall. Liane rushed upstairs to soothe Niamh who was now wide awake and screaming.

"You're lucky I haven't wiped the fucking floor with your face, you slimy bastard..." He gripped Mark's shirt so tight he couldn't feel his fingers, before slamming him back against the wall and storming out the house.

Flashback over

"I went back to Cork. Called my Dad on the way there to let him know I was staying for a few days. DNA test was done. Mark was Niamh's father."

"Cill... I'm so sorry, I had no idea.."

"No one knew. We kept it quiet. No one knew. Just divorced and she moved on. Haven't seen her since."

You truly didn't know what to say. The man in front of you was a shell of the one you knew before.

"Cillian Murphy, the 'golden balls of fucking Hollywood' - couldn't even keep his own fucking wife satisfied enough not to fuck his best friend. Couldn't father a child himself, after years of trying. Wouldn't worry too much about that morning after pill, probably not capable of knocking you up anyway."

"Cillian..."

"So after that, I refused to let anyone else in. Yeah, I fucked around - made sure it was with people I trusted to keep quiet and not run to the papers with it. Co-stars who needed a quick fling. Makeup artists and crew members that no one would believe anyway. It was working just fine, until.."

"Until what?"

"Until you, y/n. No one else managed to get under my skin the way you have. No one else wanted more from me - but you did. So I did what I had to do to make you hate me. I needed you to NOT want me.."

"How's that working for you?" You couldn't help but chuckle, and it made him smile.

"Yeah.. not going to plan anymore. Fuck, I'm sorry.. I am.. I didn't set out to hurt you, I was protecting myself. Selfish right?"

"Yes, but I understand. How about we start again? Forget what's happened, a fresh start?"

"I'd really like that y/n. I'm not an asshole.. just stupid."

"I'll agree with you on that. Come here." You lifted him to his feet and wrapped your arms around him. You held each other for a few minutes, before he leaned back and stroked your hair.

"What are you doing to me, huh?"

"Giving you a chance at being happy - you're allowed to be happy, Cillian. Not all women are out to break your heart. Don't let past relationships define future ones. I'm a fucking sweetheart!" You grinned and he laughed again. You could lose yourself hearing that laugh.

"You're certainly something." he nudged your nose with his.

"I have a request..."

"Name it."

"I don't want anyone knowing what happened between us.. it's private.. and this is my first real role, my turn to be selfish but kinda looks bad.." He nodded.

"Deal. So do I still get to kiss you?"

"Maybe."

"Touch you?"

"Maybe." He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"Fuck you?" You gasped as his lips brushed your neck.

"Definitely."