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whimsyfinny · 8 months

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: None (Yet) in chapters to come there will be smut (and lots of it) and possible violence/blood/gore

Chapter Word Count: 1762

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A/N: My first Supernatural fic so I hope it doesn’t suck ass. Only proof read by myself, so pls let me know of any errors so I can correct! Also I know at this point in the series Dean is more serious, however I love pre-Hell Dean so imma bring some of those vibes in here. This is also posted on my AO3.

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I'm Not Your F*cking Maid

Please read Prologue before starting.

Chapter 1

I sat in the window booth at the typical sleepy diner, tapping my fingers on the sticky wooden table and checking the time on my phone every minute. She was late. She was never late. And now I’m getting worried. I’m sure she’s fine, I had convinced myself as I reached for my backpack and pulled out an old tome on burial rights over various different cultures. I might as well read to distract myself whilst I wait for her to arrive. I try to relax into the monotone ambience of the room, and just as I get settled into the scrawling text on the ancient pages, a growling engine pulling up outside draws my gaze away from the long paragraph on ‘Cremation’. I return my attention back to the book after a second as the engine ticks over outside for a few more beats before being turned off. The waitress returns to my table to collect the empty beer bottle I’d drained when I first arrived; she smiled and asked if she could get me anything.

“Just another one of those please,” I smiled back, hearing the bell ring as the front door opened and my gaze jumped from the waitress to Charlie as she came skipping towards where I was sitting, sliding into the booth opposite me.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I’m late, I had an errand to run and it took waaaayyy longer than expected.”

“It’s ok, I was starting to get a little worried so I’m just glad you’re alright….” I felt my voice trail off as I felt the booth cushion dip as someone sat next to me. I whipped my head around and came nose-to-nose with a man I’d never met before; with the most enticing green eyes I’d ever gazed into and annoyingly kissable lips pulling into a devilish smirk. Just as those lips parted to speak, I blurted out without thinking:

“Who the fuck are you?”

He blinked in slight shock, and paused like he was rethinking what he was going to say. He opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted a second time.

“Dean, don’t sit so close,” another man, who I didn’t even realise was there, had sat down next to Charlie. He was taller, with impressive hair and softer features than this Dean guy, who was practically sitting in my lap and eyeing me up and down. Dean gave this other man a look as if to say ‘shut up’, before turning to me once more, devilish grin back in place. He opened his mouth to speak a third time right as the waitress returned with my beer.

“Here you are,” she said sweetly, not knowing she was interrupting as Dean threw his hands up in defeat at not being able to get a word in, slumping back in the chair. The waitress put the bottle down in front of me.

“Can I get anything for your friends?” She looked around the table and before either of the men could answer, Charlie jumped in;

“Three very strong coffees please.”

Dean huffed, “Oh so I can’t even order a beer?”

“You two boys have been living on pizza and beer for God knows how long. At least drink something that contains some water,” Charlie quipped, looking at them both like they were naughty children. She sighed when she realised they looked slightly ashamed of themselves. “Anyway, (Y/n), this is Sam and Dean. I know you’ve been looking for work and these two might be able to help. They’re good friends of mine and they’re-“

“Hunters,” I interrupted, feeling my blood start to run cold, “yeah I know who they are. Winchesters,” the name felt bitter on my tongue, like poison.

They must have noticed the change of tone in my voice because the table went quiet, even the mischievous glint seemed to have gone from Deans gaze as he looked at me with intrigue. Annoyed at myself for not realising who they were sooner, I grabbed my backpack and unzipped it, packing away my book. I stood up and glared down at Dean, about to bark at him to move when Charlie grabbed my wrist.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong? What are you doing? Please don’t go, we…they could really use your help right now.”

“And why should I? They’re the reason I’m struggling in the first place,” I paused, staring down at the two men who now had dark, ashamed expressions cloaking their features, almost like this wasn’t the first time they’d heard this side of the story where they weren’t always the hero’s. “They’re the reason my family is dead, and I’m all alone.” More silence hung over the booth like a dark cloud. It was Sam who spoke up after a minute or so, genuine sorrow in his eyes.

“(Y/n) I’m so, so sorry. Who-”

“Bobby Singer.”

The Winchester brothers shot each other a stunned look.

“B-Bobby?” Sam stuttered whilst Deans eyes widened. He looked like he’d taken a blow to the chest and had the air knocked from his lungs, “We didn’t know he had any living relatives…”

“He was my uncle,” Deans jaw clenched, “And you guys didn’t know because he knew I’d end up being used against him. I collected books for him to help you guys on all your bullshit missions, so haven’t I already helped you enough? Don’t you owe me some peace?” I threw my bag on the floor and picked up my beer, taking several gulps before slamming it back onto the table before continuing, the words just spilling out. “He was my only living relative for as long as I can remember. So fuck you guys for taking him away from me.”

“We loved Bobby,” Dean spoke suddenly in a grave tone and his gaze went dark as he stood up to face me. His tall form with strong, broad shoulders loomed over my much smaller stature, one of his fingers jabbing into my chest.

“Dean-” Sam started but was silenced by a wave of Deans other hand.

“You can get down off your high fucking horse if you think that you’re the only family that he had. You weren’t. He raised us more than our own father did, and I’ll be damned if I don’t think about him every day and wish he was here. You’re not the only one grieving him so stop acting like a precious little bitch and grow up,” Deans voice grew louder and more pissed as he spoke, and with every word he spoke he got closer and closer until he was right in my face, our noses almost touching. My heart rate was starting to pick up and I could feel the anger start to boil in my veins. Without missing a beat I threw my fist out and punched him in the face, making him stumble out of the booth and into the aisle in the diner. I heard gasps around me but didn’t look up. When the anger in my veins didn’t fade with the single punch, I didn’t give him a chance to gain his composure as I tackled him, making him fall on his back as I straddled him, my knees gripping his hips as I began punching him again and again right in that stupid face of his. Charlie and Sam seemed to sit there in disbelief for a few seconds before springing into action and lifting me off the older Winchester brother. Sam held me back gently but firmly as Charlie helped Dean to his feet, handing him a napkin from the table for the blood pouring from his nose and lip.

“You crazy bitch!” Dean spat.

“Fuck you!” I tried to break free so I could slap him but Sam held me tight.

The whole diner had gone silent as they watched me lose my shit, some amused but most were horrified. It took a few more moments of silence before they all went back to what they were doing and Sam let go of me, watching me like I was a time bomb. I heard Charlie giggle quietly.

“Holy crap (Y/n) I had no idea you had that in you. I’m actually a little impressed, you were always so quiet.”

“What can I say,” I turned to glare at Dean “I learnt from the best,” as I turned away I heard him mutter under his breath.

“Yeah you aren’t the only one.”

For a second time I saw red, and before Sam could grab me I spun on my heel and threw my fist out. CRACK.

The car doors slammed closed next to me after I was crammed into the back of Deans car. It wouldn’t have been that bad - the seats were oh so plush - if it wasn’t for the handcuffs tight round my wrists and duct tape across my lips. Oh, and that my thigh was rubbing up against the man that I had just assaulted. Dean was in the same situation with the handcuffs and the tape, his long legs having to spread wide so he can fit in the back of his own car. I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face as I watched Sam and Charlie apologising to the diner staff through the front window. I was trying to find any sort of distraction right now, as Deans body temperature was hot and I could feel it through both his jeans and mine as he pressed into me. He was starting to make me sweat a little. Luckily it wasn’t long before Charlie and Sam hopped into the car, Sam in the drivers seat. They both turned to face us, smiles of bewilderment on their faces as if they were still processing what had just happened. Sam spoke first.

“(Y/n) is now officially barred from that diner, and honestly they wanted to call the cops. Charlie managed to save your ass as she still had her FBI badge on her,” he shot her a look and she grinned.

“So because now, you technically owe me a debt of gratitude, you will be staying in the bunker with the boys and helping them with their research.” She chimed, like she had won a game. In the end they got what they wanted.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Of course. I heard Dean huff next to me, and he sounded just as displeased as I did. To be honest at this point, that’s fair.

Although he had it coming.

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mychoombatheroomba · 2 months

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The Crucible (Part 1)

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 49

The final test begins, and while Leon and the others are away, questions begin to pull at you.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Um. Breakfast?” You thought the answer was fairly obvious, given you were only a few feet from the mess hall doors. Still, Doc took the time to stop you and ask the question.

The old man just shook his head. “No you’re not. I’m down an assistant today, need your help organizing. Just got a new shipment of supplies.”

You wouldn’t be mad at that, actually. Anything to take your mind off the fact that you weren’t testing with the others . . . and you wouldn’t be mad that you likely wouldn’t have to eat the cardboard they passed off as food, either. Still . . . “Don’t think Reed will be okay with that,” you grumbled.

“Well, Reed can kiss my ass.” Doc’s response was curt and made you smile, glad to know that yet another person on base shared your sentiment about the CIA agent. “Krauser already okayed it. Can’t pull you out of any drills proper, but I am gonna enlist you at mealtimes and in your off-hours. Need all the help I can get. My other assistants and I are gonna be rotating to shadow your squad up in the hills, in case something goes wrong.”

“Like what?” you asked, because you couldn’t help but be curious about what it was you were missing out on. You couldn’t help but worry, just a bit.

Doc just gave you a look. “Krauser makes good tests, but it’s not out of the realm of possibility that someone gets hurt in one of them.”

That just pinched your brows together. “They’re not doing anything that crazy up there though, are they?” Your turn to ask an obvious question and get an obvious answer.

“It’s Krauser.”

“Fair point.”

Doc chuckled, but his expression turned more reassuring soon after. “They’ll be tired by the end of it all, but no. Nothing too crazy.”

Somehow, you didn’t quite believe him.

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Rifles rose slowly in the silence, the act of breathing itself coming to a halt.

No noise.

Not if they could help it. And as they were, on a gravel path and surrounded by woods on either side, standing still was the only way they really could manage that.

Another shrill screech from up ahead, overpowering the sounds of birds waking up, and Leon felt an old dread shoot through his heart, and he worried that the beating of it was so loud that it could be heard by whatever was out there.

Eyes up, gun up. Not that it would matter, really. It was loaded with blanks. That was what made Leon think it wasn’t actually a Licker waiting for them in those trees. Krauser and Hellman wouldn’t throw them against a BOW without arming them first, surely.

Right?

“What are you all waiting around for?” A familiar voice interrupted Leon’s thought process, and he felt himself relax as he looked to his side. Krauser stepped through the trees, wearing his usual warning-smile. “You’ve got places to be, soldiers. Only problem is . . .” another screech, and the Major’s crooked grin widened, “. . . you make a sound, you’re as good as dead.”

The first test, then.

“Move forward without drawing attention to yourselves,” Hellman said in simpler terms as he appeared at Krauser’s side. “Manage that, then your next challenge will be waiting for you.”

Leon looked to his side, his gaze finding Valeria’s at once, a silent question shared between the two of them; how do you move ten people without making a sound? The answer was obvious enough; slowly. Still, it would be easier said than done, and likely not enough. They would move when the woods made noise to cover them, and if that was not enough . . . he had an idea in mind. So, Leon switched his rifle to one hand, and then bent down with as little noise as he could manage. He took a larger stone from the path, and nodded to Valeria as she did the same. Once they both were upright again, they gave a simultaneous signal with the hand, the group began advancing forward, heel to toe, trying to make as little noise as possible on the gravel path.

They made it several feet amidst the shrieking and shrill cries echoing through the woods . . . but, of course, it wasn’t long before a footstep made noise, a rock slipping out from beneath a boot and skittering across the path.

As soon as it happened, Leon held up a signal for them to halt, and just as Krauser opened his mouth to no doubt shout a reprimand, Leon hefted the stone in his hand. There was some noise as he threw it, but not nearly as much as when the rock impacted with a tree far off the path. It struck the bark hard, the sound scaring birds into flight.

With the distraction, the group moved forward again on Leon’s command, stopping when the forest went quiet around them once more. With no words from Krauser suggesting otherwise, it seemed the plan worked. All that remained was to repeat it. So they moved, a group of ten moving carefully through the trees. It was as they moved, under the cover of well-timed distractions, that Leon almost broke the quiet with a huff of breath. An exasperated sigh as he looked through the trees and at last glimpsed what horror had been making the shrieking calls in the woods. Or, rather, lack of horror. After all, there were many things to be afraid of, but loudspeakers strapped to the trees were not on the list, as far as Leon was concerned.

Leave it to Krauser to be good for a scare.

So, as Valeria threw a stone of her own, creating another distraction, Leon glanced over at the man shadowing them, the one who, not so long ago, Leon had borne little but contempt for.

The Major, many times in the past, had only looked annoyed or judgmental of Leon’s efforts.

Now, Krauser just nodded his approval.

A good start, then, but he knew . . .

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“It’s not over yet,” your voice cut out across the training yard, but you weren’t sure the recruit you were speaking to believed you. After all, it was hard to believe that you could win a fight after your weapon had been taken from you. You also knew that fighting well in that moment was all the more important. “Keep your guard up,” you instructed.

The recruit did as you ordered, looking from you to his opponent . . . to the agent watching from a distance.

The agent who was otherwise occupied with his own set of recruits. Two who circled each other, following Reed’s instruction. The man never looked your way - not if he could help it. You couldn’t help but watch them too, because Reed never seemed to object when they went for blows to the face. He never seemed keen to discipline hits that, in basic training, would have gotten you a reprimand at best.

Krauser had always believed in learning through the bruises you received, but still . . .

The movement of the two recruits you were training snapped your attention back to them. “Come on, you know better,” you sighed, “bend your knees.”

They obeyed, and blunted steel streaked through the air, traded blow for blow.

“Keep your blade in front of you.”

You wondered if Leon was fighting up at the test.

“Switch hands more.”

Was he doing well?

“Smaller-”

“Fuck!”

You looked just in time to see the recruit land, his feet finishing the arc through the air and the rest of him crashing into the dirt. Then came the cry of pain, the wide eyes of someone realizing something painful had just happened. The same young soldier who had helped you up after Reed kicked your ass not too long ago - Grayson. His opponent let go of the arm he’d used as leverage in an instant, realizing something had gone wrong. When the one on the ground tried to stand but yelped when he put weight on his arm, you felt something in you stir awake.

When Reed made no move to stop or help, you were at the recruit’s side in a matter of moments. You ignored the apologies of his opponent, kneeling in the dust at Grayson's side.

“Can you move your arm?” you asked, but with the way it remained at the young man’s side, you doubted it.

“No-”

“Then get yourself to the infirmary,” Reed commanded, his tone indifferent as ever.

The tension of being left behind during the test had already put you in a bad mood, and here was the man responsible. One who had now just overseen the injury of another soldier. So, you didn’t reign in the gnashing remark that came from snarling lips. “You make a habit of getting your soldiers crippled?” you spat up as you helped Grayson to his feet.

Reed’s shoulders rose and fell, almost imperceptibly. “I make a habit of making sure they’re capable fighters.”

“Then don’t fucking let them break their bones before they even get to the front lines!”

“Your Major has expressed that you be prepared-”

“Prepared for our own comrades to knock us out of the fight?”

“Prepared to show no mercy,” Reed hissed, stepping forward, more tense than you had ever seen him. “Take you, for example. If that Umbrella soldier had gone for your throat instead of your side, then you would be dead, and they would have one less enemy. But here you are.” His nostrils flared, and you swore you felt a thrum of pressure in your healed ribs as you stared him down, Grayson’s good arm still slung over your shoulder. “These men cannot afford to make the same mistake and let their enemies get back up.”

Fury coiled in you, and if you hadn’t been holding on to the injured soldier at your side you might have struck. You might have gone for Reed’s throat then and there . . . but instead you just fixed him in a scathing glare. “But we aren’t the enemy,” you snarled, then turned on your heel, beginning to help Grayson towards the infirmary.

The agent didn’t stop you, or even speak another word to you. He just issued his next order-

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“Keep moving!”

That was the best command Leon could give, one that was easier said than done. An obstacle course was something they’d done dozens of times now, even if this new one in the woods was set up differently than what they were used to. Even the cases of ammunition they now carried, they’d had to handle before.

The hands reaching up for them, though . . . that was an added challenge.

Krauser and Hellman wouldn’t release true bioweapons on them, but they would find ways to imitate the grasping hands and hungry teeth of the zombies of Raccoon City. The solution to that had been simple; anyone could become a bioweapon, and so the squad had been split, and Valeria’s half now walked just below Leon, their hands reaching up.

The goal?

For Leon’s men, it was to get through the course with at least one of the ammunition cases. For Valeria’s, it was to stop that from happening. And they certainly had the easier job of the two groups.

Leon felt sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he moved, taking the ammo case from Williams. There had been no reprieve since they started this morning, no real chance at a break. Now, the sun was beginning the second half of its arc in the sky and hunger and exhaustion were beginning to press in on him.

Still, he had to press on. That was the only choice now, because it would be the only choice in the field. He knew that better than anyone.

They were almost there. Almost to the end, if Valeria and her men had been doing everything they could to stop them from getting there. They’d been instructed to remain on the ground, to more accurately simulate the zombies that Leon’s report had spoken of in Raccoon City . . . but Valeria had never been one to play by the rules. So, Leon was hardly surprised when, even with how she and Dina felt about each other, Valeria shook her head and took a running jump, one of her men boosting her.

Leon was sure she’d go for him. That she’d try to jump Leon to try and pull him down through the bars. He should have known better. He should have known that Valeria was more cunning than that.

So, when Dina called out his name, nearly falling from the bars, Leon knew it was a ploy. He knew it was a distraction, in the back of his mind . . . but he moved anyway.

The case nearly slipped from his grip as he lunged, his body caught awkwardly across the bars in a way he knew would leave bruises behind. Still, he caught Dina’s wrist just before the tall woman was yanked off the bars, holding on to her with one hand, and the case in the other . . .

And fighting off the memories playing in his mind all the while.

“Oh, fuck!” Williams cried, kicking her legs as Valeria tried to pull her down, and Leon grit his teeth. It was a test - a simulation. Still, he could think only of the last time he’d been in a position like this. When he hadn’t been strong enough, and the woman he’d been trying to save had slipped through his fingers . . .

So, he strained with all his might, willing his arm to bend. Forcing himself to fight.

“The longer they hold you, the more likely you’ll get bit!” Krauser shouted a reminder, but Leon didn’t pay much attention.

His muscles had ached for days upon days, when Krauser started training him. He’d thought, at times, that he wouldn’t survive. That the feats the Major wanted him to carry out would never be possible.

Now, he felt only awe at the strength he had as Dina freed herself from Valeria’s hold, and Leon lifted the woman with only one arm.

Williams swore as she met Leon halfway, beginning to pull herself up . . . just in time for one of Valeria’s men to jump too, grasping the ammo case with both hands. In his distracted state, Leon’s eyes flashed as he realized he’d been played, and he and his half of the squad lost that portion of the test within a few feet of the end of it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, helping Williams the rest of the way up all the same.

Hellman watched from a distance, shaking his head. “You prioritized your team over the objective,” he accused. “Admirable, but it will cost your team a resupply.” That meant less ammo for whatever was to come . . . but honestly? Leon didn’t care. Not if his friend was safe, even if this was just a simulation of a dire situation.

Krauser’s own thoughts on the matter were hidden behind a stern expression and an order to switch out, but Hellman’s disapproval was clear. Williams and Leon both seemed to share the same sentiment regarding that.

“What a fucking-”

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“- asshole.”

As far as you were concerned, the word was a bit gentle when it came to describing Reed. Grayson could have called him infinitely worse, and you wouldn’t have blamed him, especially now that he was taking up the same position you’d been stuck in for weeks.

When you’d dropped him off at the infirmary earlier, you’d been told by Doc to return to drills for the day. Now, though, dinner had come around and you’d returned to help as instructed. When you found out that Grayson had been sentenced to the sick bay because his arm had popped out of socket, you had felt a familiar rage in you.

Well, in truth, it had just been more gasoline to the fire that had been burning all day.

Even if Reed hadn’t dealt the blow this time, another soldier was out of commission on his watch. And more than that . . .

“If that Umbrella soldier had gone for your throat instead of your side . . .” those words replayed in your mind over and over and over again. How could they not? How could you not fixate on that wounding remark?

Especially when something about it just didn’t sit right with you . . .

“Asshole is putting it mildly,” Doc agreed, as he sifted through his supplies. Getting ready to switch out with his assistants in the mountains had him rushing to be ready - he hadn’t been expecting the injury he had to deal with today to be here rather than up with Krauser’s group.

“You’re going to tell the Major, right?” you asked, because, frankly, you thought Krauser might kill Reed for this. You’d like to see that, you decided.

“You bet your ass I will,” Doc nodded, shaking his head in a display of his frustration. “Bastard is gonna have the whole base crippled at this rate . . .”

Yes, he would.

Even Hellman had shown remorse about your injury, and about having to cut soldiers from the ranks, if Leon was to be believed. Reed, though, never seemed to care. To Reed, you were all disposable . . .

But then, if he knew that Umbrella was responsible for your injury all those months ago . . .

When had he read your file?

Had it been after he was assigned here? Or after? Because if it was before . . . if Reed had known about your injury and still decided to strike you in the ribs anyway during the interrogation . . .

“Hey,” Doc pulled you from your thoughts, stepping closer. “I know I’m breaking my own rule here, but the kid’s gonna be stuck in the same boat you were.” He gave a sympathetic glance towards the bed where Grayson sat, and then looked back to you. “And sharing is caring and all that bullshit.”

You knew what he meant, and you had to admit that some part of you felt better when you handed Grayson a slice of pizza - one of several that Doc had stocked you and his assistants with for the next few days. The recruit’s face lit up at the sight of food that wasn’t what they served in the mess hall, and the two of you ate in the quiet of the infirmary . . . and had some small amount of fun giving Reed scathing glares when he dropped off the opened mail the base received that day - one letter for Grayson that the agent had read and ensured was safe.

Still, as much as offering Grayson company distracted you from the test you were missing out on . . . you couldn’t help the other questions that began to gnaw at you as Reed left.

Questions like-

⧫⧫⧫

How the hell were they going to get through this?

The goal was simple, really; get through the course, avoiding as many “casualties” as possible, and retrieve an ammunition case from inside the structure at the end. Eliminate the “targets” between them and their objective. And just like the entire rest of the day, from dawn to dusk and now continuing after dark, the problem was the course in front of them.

There were flashes in the night sky, resounding booms and cracks of gunfire. Screams.

None of it was real. That was what Leon had to remind himself. Like with the sounds of Lickers they’d played in the morning, none of this was real. Even so, that didn’t make it easier as he crawled on his belly, moving through mud and under razor wire with his nearly empty rifle in his hands.

His squad was close, and that helped. It would have been better if you were there at his side, telling him to keep going . . . but he could practically hear your voice in his ear, even now.

Tripwires were disabled, spats of mock-gunfire evaded, and Leon pushed his men on. “Come on,” he insisted, “we get to sleep a whole four hours after this,” he grinned, cracking the mud that had caked on his face.

“Oh, what a relief!” Alejandro huffed at his side, but Leon could see the man’s smile when he looked over at him.

It was those smiles that helped Leon to push forward, even as he heard Hellman’s voice call out a consequence for ducking into cover too late. “Garza's hit! You’re bleeding soldier!”

Leon grimaced, because he knew what would come next. They’d been briefed on what to do if one of them was designated a casualty. The goal was to simulate evacuating the wounded from a battlefield, and Krauser and Hellman both had been adamant that whoever was pretending to be wounded play the part. Alejandro might have felt a bit ridiculous when he started screaming, but for Leon, the sound was plenty convincing.

What was it that you told him your Captain used to say? If you can’t run, you crawl. If you can’t do that, you find someone to carry you.

Leon gritted his teeth and finished the last segment of the course with Alejandro laying across his back, the added weight of another man pressing him further into the mud, making every inch all the more of a struggle. Still, he pressed on, right up until he and the others were up against the side of the building they needed to breach. The loss of the ammo case earlier had cost them a resupply, so after a quick ammo check, Leon ordered Williams to remain with Alejandro while he and Alenko went in to handle the targets.

Gunfire still echoed through the night as he and Alenko stepped up to the door, looking first to each other and then reaching out.

⧫⧫⧫

There was a little click as the lock opened and you felt your heart lurch.

This was stupid. This was so fucking stupid . . . but you’d been doing a lot of stupid things lately, hadn’t you? It wasn’t too late, you could just re-lock the door and go back to setting up triplines in the dark. You could . . . but you wouldn't. You’d come this far, and you had questions that needed answers.

You tried to take some relief in the irony of the situation. Reed and Hellman had taught you how to pick locks, and now that skill was being brought to bear against them. It was stupid, but it didn’t stop you from slinging your bag of springs and wires over your shoulder and reaching for the newly unlocked door.

It didn’t stop you because the entire day - hell, since you met them through the bars of a jail cell - you had felt something wrong about the CIA agents sent to oversee training. Perhaps it was just paranoia. Perhaps it was the fact that Reed had broken your bones. Either way, you found yourself moving into a dark office that night; one you absolutely should not have been in.

Reed’s office held few answers. You found no personal effects, really, just the pile of mail that the agent had sorted through before delivering it to the rest of the base, an small and empty box that he’d no doubt confiscated.

You picked the secondary lock on his desk with nervous hands, eyes glancing around all the while, and for a few moments, you skimmed through the reports you found inside in the light pouring in from the streetlights outside.

𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝: (𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎)

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: █.█.

𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 ███████ ██████, 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 ███████ 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝.

The same report Krauser had given you - you’d almost memorized it, you’d read it so many times. You didn’t have such a luxury now - every second you spent in here was another second you were at risk of being court martialed. Still, you had to know. You had to know what they knew.

You didn’t have much time to sift through it all and read each report. You could only skim, hoping that something would stick out as different . . .

And your eyes widened in the dark when you found that something.

████-████████ ███████ ███ █████████████ ████: 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

𝙸𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 ███████ ████, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚂 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ████████ ██████████████ ███████. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 ██████████ ███████ ████. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 ████ 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

Your eyes narrowed at that. Even with the blacked out text, even with the information all but hidden, it didn’t take much for you to put it together. Umbrella, bioweapons . . . they’d chosen teachers who’d had experience with both.

Krauser had pulled you from the snow in Finland. He’d seen the corpses of the bioweapons there . . .

How were Reed and Hellman involved?

⧫⧫⧫

The rifle knocked back into Leon’s shoulders, his eyes set in a hard at the targets in front of him. There were only blanks in the gun - in all their guns - but the simulated fire was real enough. He and Alenko had cleared the first two rooms of the mock-safe house, and now they were on the last one. He took up the ammunition case that was their objective, and they were home-free. The final hurdle, then the first night course would be done.

He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. Never was.

His rifle clicked empty, Alenko’s had run dry in the previous room.

That, of course, was when he appeared.

Leon turned just in time to see a shape in the doorway, all muscle and brutal strength. Alenko was knocked to the side with a kick, crashing into the wall. There was a knife in the Major’s hands, because of course there was. There always seemed to be. Leon knew what came next.

Part of him wanted to stay. To fight. To test his blade against Krauser’s once more.

But winning wasn’t the goal; escaping - surviving - was.

They just had to get past Krauser, first.

So, Leon looked to Alenko, seeing his comrade slinging his rifle over his shoulder quickly and drawing the practice blade strapped to his belt instead. Just as the Major moved forward, intent to take the ammo case from Leon and make the test an automatic failure. So, Leon threw himself back, avoiding a swing with Krauser’s knife, then slipping to the side to try and avoid the second . . . only for Krauser’s hand to close around his wrist, the one whose hand held the ammo case. Leon and Krauser both struck at the same time, Leon stepping in to aim a knee at the Major’s stomach, just as Krauser brought his knife down on Leon’s arm. Blunted metal still hurt as it dug into his skin, bruising him, nearly making him drop the case . . . but then Alenko was there, knocking into the Major’s side.

Leon took the opportunity, wrenching the case away, just as Krauser turned to deal with his new attacker.

He could have run, he supposed. He had the objective in hand, he had a way to go around his attacker. A way out. But it would mean leaving his friend behind, and that wouldn’t work for him.

So, as Alenko occupied the Major’s attention for that split second, Leon wrenched his wrist free and turned. The ammo case swung through the air, and Leon hoped the Major didn’t mind a bit of pain, because that same case was crashing into the man’s arm a moment later. The older man growled in pain, and it was enough for Leon to push past, handing the case off to Alenko.

They nearly made it out before Leon felt a hand grasp at his pack, pulling him backwards.

"Should have run, rookie."

His eyes shot wide, nearly falling off his feet as Krauser yanked him back . . . but Leon’s now free hand was already closing around the handle of his own knife. He blocked with his rifle just in time as Krauser’s blade came up and around, aiming for his throat. Leon used the rifle’s mag to hook Krauser’s arm down and away, then turned as best he could.

Krauser ducked under the stab of Leon’s knife but couldn’t avoid the push kick to his chest. The Major’s grip slipped as he was knocked down, and with that, Leon dashed out. He knew better than anyone that, sometimes, you didn’t need to defeat an opponent. You just needed to-

⧫⧫⧫

Get out.

You were gone from the offices in a flash, the reports returned to the desk you’d broken into, the locks back in place. Like you’d never been there. You hoped that's how it looked, at least.

Your boots scraped against the dirt of the base, your mind a storm. You stepped between buildings, but as you moved from the offices towards the mess hall, the tripwires you set up were done so slowly. Your mind was not focused on the intricacies of setting up traps. No, it was elsewhere.

Reed and Hellman.

They’d had experience with bioweapons . . . or at least knew they existed before this.

How?

What had they done? What had they seen? How had they-

You didn’t have much time to question it before the sound of footsteps made you freeze in your tracks - too close to you. “Sergeant,” a cool, usually indifferent voice called out, and anxiety had to be wrestled down as you turned and found a man striding towards you.

The very man whose office you’d just broken into.

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#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #jack krauser #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #between the bones #gender neutral reader #leon kennedy x you #no y/n

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whamgram · 6 months

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Binge read under my skin and I’m loving the slow burn! There’s so much tension between Charlie and Alastor and they haven’t even kissed yet, although they did have an indirect kiss while sharing a drink in front of Husk of all people. One of my favorite things from the show is when Charlie goes into her demon form because it gives a glimpse that she has a more wild appearance than she lets on but for some reason she keeps that part of herself hidden. It’s almost like she’s trying to mimic Lucifer with her ‘perfect’ appearance but when she loses control of her emotions she resembles Lilith more. My absolute favorite moment of under my skin: “He looked around the group before his eyes landed on the princess. They slowly scanned up her form, settling on her horns. His eyebrow twitch with intrigue and it made her heart skipped a beat.” I almost hurled my phone out the window! Alastor devouring Charlie in her demon form with his eyes was something I didn’t know I needed until I received it! And he’s clearly intrigued by her in that form if not fascinated. Hopefully he gets to see that side of her more. Honestly though he seems the type to provoke her just to get a glimpse of that side of her out because she tries to be…tame and I can see him drawing out that wild side of her so he can feast on her with his eyes. He also seems the type to underestimate his own reaction to such a situation if it happens haha! Is there a possibility that the rating will go up to E?

Thank you!! ❤️ I’m glad you’re enjoying the slow burn! I love me some good tension. Just building and building until both parties can’t take it anymore. 😮‍💨👌

You are so spot on about Alastor’s feelings towards Charlie’s demon form! He’s intrigued by it since it’s the physical manifestation of the potential she has. He knows she’s more powerful than him, but rather than feeling scared or insecure of that, it’s thrilling to him. I see it like a king trying to tame a dragon. Power seeking greater power, that sort of thing.

There’s also a budding physical attraction there too. 😏 He’s slowly realizing he’s into a gal who can kick his ass. And he definitely thinks the horns and tail are cute.

If you haven’t read chapter 13 yet, you’re in for a treat. 😈😈

The rating might get bumped up to E once we get to the smut. 👹 Depends on how graphic I decide to get, hehehe.

#charlastor #hazbin hotel #whamgram asks #whamgram fics #not star wars

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Please go on about sub Dehya 🙏🙏🙏

i’ve been gone too long and nobody else has seen my vision so i’m back to feed u. sub!dehya who meets up with you at the tavern after a hard day of merc’ing and gets something stronger than usual. when you ask her about it, she just laughs and tells you that she pulled something in her back today, no big deal, she just wants something to let her relax and take the edge off.

sub!dehya, who finds herself back at your place, only you’re giggling as you work your hands against the column of her back and she’s biting her lip so hard she can taste blood because if she doesn’t, she’s gonna moan and you’re gonna hear her. and that’s embarrassing. because it won’t be deep and growly, it’ll be whiny and breathless and god, what if you think it’s annoying? ugly?

but oh, the way you’re working her back in your hands, your hands…god, your hands, the way your hands…

sub!dehya who, when a whine slips out between her clenched teeth, goes rigid so fast it pushes your hands away. sub!dehya, who sits up on her elbows and immediately starts apologizing for making noise because i didn’t mean to, that just felt really good—i’m so sorry, i’m so, so sorry.

sub!dehya, who stares at you with wide eyes when you laugh and brush it off with an easy wave. when you tell her it’s not a big deal, and you’re glad you can help—and when you throw a halfhearted tease into the mix (you’re a little sensitive, then?)she flushes fifteen shades darker and visibly short-circuits.

sub!dehya, who, despite your insistence on going back to trying to work out the knots in her back, is stuck on her noise and how you reacted. so sub!dehya, who sits up on her elbows again, much to your dismay, and looks you dead in the eyes and asks, point-blank, if you like her. like, not just as a friend. your hand is still on her back and so, despite her bravery in asking you straight-up, you can feel the way her heart starts beating faster and her breathing gets heavier and oh, the poor girl is shaking.

you aren’t stupid. you know how she feels about you. she’s tall and beefy and draws attention and so her “sneaky” glances at you haven’t been so sneaky and her “discreet” once-overs haven’t been so discreet and obviously the girl is helpful but the way sub!dehya drops everything to help you with anything, be it commissions or chores, and the way she grins at everyone’s praise but beams at yours…oh, she isn’t so good at keeping those feelings invisible.

so sub!dehya, who feels that surge of confidence start to ebb and feels almost sick with anxiety just as you grin and lean forward and holy fucking shit you’re straddling her ass and leaning over her side as you smirk and ask, voice honeyed, why?

sub!dehya, who short-circuits and swallows and aw, all those big muscles can’t protect her now, against you, because you’re inside of her, you’re under her skin and beneath her bones and you’re choking her heart like a vice in your hands. she starts to back off; you’re suddenly too close and you’re laughing, and she can’t take that. she barks out a breathless laugh and she starts to roll onto her back, hands pawing for a hold on the floor as she looks at you and looks away and tells you stop it, don’t do that. and you say do what? i’m not doing anything and she says yes you are, you know you are. stop it.

and sub!dehya, who gets fully on her back now and suddenly has you sitting on her lower stomach, legs splayed casually to either side, hands reaching down around her waist and thumbs skimming across her abs, all of which clench like clockwork under your touch. sub!dehya who holds her breath when you tilt your head and tell her no, really, i’m not doing anything. what do you think i’m doing? and she wants to reply with being mean but she can’t find the words. because for some reason, they come out sounding more like kiss me and then when she tries to correct herself they come out more like please and she can’t get the words right, but suddenly that’s okay, because you’re laughing again but then you’re leaning down and forking a hand through her hair and then you’re…so close, and she’s watching your face get so close it’s blurry, and…

…and sub!dehya, who’s waited for so long, shudders and gasps into your mouth as you kiss her and you taste sun and sand under a fresh layer of cherry lipstick

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #dehya smut #dehya x reader #angelfoxx

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bookreadingpsycopath · 9 months

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To people on this silly website:

As midnight draws closer and closer (or already happened for people in different time zones) I just wanted to say thank you to my mutuals and the people I’ve seen on my dash. Whether we’ve ever had a conversation or not I hope things turn out ok for you.

I haven’t been on this website for a very long time but thank you for posting Art, thank you for posting silly little ramble about topics you like, thank you’d to bringing awareness to different topics, thank you for posting snippets of your WIP’s, thank you for sharing what’s you’re thinking about, thank you for all your shitposts, thank you for your rants, thank you for all of your posts whether they’re goofy, serious, happy, depressing, or just there, thank you for existing because it sucks but we’re all in this silly little website together and I think that’s quite nice, thank you for all the poetry on here, thank you for the song lyrics on here, thank you to all of my mutuals who have put up with me posting random ass stuff at the most random hours the days, thank you for all the fun tag games, thank you for the picrew tag chains, thank you for interacting with me, that has meant so much to me even if you’ve just liked a post of mine or if you tagged me in something or talked with me, thank you from the depths of my being it truly meant so much to me. Thank you all for so much.

I hope to interact with more of you little shits (affectionate) within this coming year. If you ever need someone to talk to feel free to send me an ask or something like that I’ll be glad to listen. If 2024 doesn’t treat you well we can all beat it up together at the end of it. I hope you get to enjoy yourself more in 2024.

And thank you too all my mutuals again for putting up with all my shit lmao @smol-sorrows @sunnandclouds @keinechteslaecheln @justaproblem-17 @wolfstaridiot08 @demigoddess-of-ghosts @dzikiemaslo @moonysversion @lifewaster-imdanger98 @kevinhayrle

And a special message to @wolfstaridiot08! You are amazing and so loved by me (in a platonic way) I’m pretty sure we’re platonic soulmates and I’m excited to go on a book splurge with you this weekend. You have gotten me through so much and thank you so fucking much for that. You helped me figure a lot of my shit out and have put up with a lot of my shit too. You listened when no one else would and I’m sorry for when I brushed things off and didn’t tell you stuff. Thank you for shoving (firmly but kindly pushing) me into a slightly healthier lifestyle and making sure I am actually getting adequate amount of rest, thank you for being there for me, thank you for showing me its ok to not be “perfect” all the time and that it was ok to be myself, thank you for consistently talking to me and even if you didn’t realize it that meant so much to me, thank you for showing me what a healthy friendship actually looked like, thank you for letting me ramble on and on about all of my new obsessions, thank you for supporting me, thank you for all the late night texts, thank you teaching me the wonders of flipping people off, thank for being my obsession buddy, thank you for giving me space when I asked for it, thank you for for sharing your writing with me, thank you for staying with me and not just pulling away or something, thank you for being you, thank you for everything and more, and WE MADE IT, we made it to New Year’s Eve, we did it. I love you ❤️.

(also sorry if this sounds cheesy, I’m a sappy bitch)

#New Year’s Eve #Happy new years #thank you all everything #2024 bitches good luck 🫡

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honeysucklewriting · 2 years

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This series are going to be before “Restoring Greatness to Rome” so you will see a change of names i.e it will flip between boyfriend,fiance,and husband. Let me know what you think this is unedited because I’m extremely exhausted so I will edit it in the morning

Stay Frosty

💜Honey

“Y/N” you heard your name being shouted as you saw your best friend walking over, arm around a man

“Connie how have you been?” you asked as she pulled you into a tight hug

“I've been” she laughed, taking a sip of her beer, eyeing the man that was staring at her like she strung the stars that hung in the sky.

“Oh, Y/N meet Eric, Eric my very best friend,” she said, hands shuffling between the two of you “he’s also in the military” she whispered all but vibrating.

“ Air Force pararescue” he said extending his hand

“Army special forces” you said, taking his hand in a firm handshake.

“Where’s you man at?” Connie questioned walking to the cooler that sat by the fire handing you a beer, looking at your phone you saw a new text from Simon saying he was here

“He just pulled up” you say leaving the new couple and making your way around the side of the house to where the wooden gate laid open inviting the guests to the back, on a mission to retrieve your probably confused and lost boyfriend as you made your way to the driveway you saw his car and saw he was leaned against the driver side door looking at his phone, the lack of the skull mask he normally wore was replaced with a normal face mask, his hood pulled up to cover the top of his head, you knew why he did it but still thought it was silly.

“I’m glad you could make it” you smiled as he pushed himself off the car to make his way to your side taking in the outfit you chose to wear, it was nothing to fancy just something to beat the southern summer heat, a pair of denim shorts that covered all but the bottom half of your ass, a tank top, and a red and black flannel that was tied on your waist just in case it got chilly as the night progressed and as you made your way over to him Simon drank in every inch of your appearance from the way you had your hair in its natural beach wave state to the way your boots tapped away on the cement of the driveway. It’s like you hadn’t seen each other in years, when in fact it had been a little over three weeks since you departed from Credenhill

“Wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world” he said as he met you in the middle pulling you into a hug that caught you off guard, it wasn’t that he’s never given you a hug when in fact the day you left he was stood in your temporary living room and held you for what felt like eternity

“Simon it’s been almost three weeks since I left it’s not like I died” you stated pulling the face mask down to plant a small kiss on his lips

“I know” he simply said smiling down at you as he grabbed a handful of you ass in which made you gasp

“Don’t think these shorts leave much to the imagination and that shirt really isn’t covering much” he said as he took the beer from your hand and took a sip making a disgusted face,before pulling his mask up

“What not use to American beers yet?” You questioned playfully messing with the toe tag of his dog tags that had your name on it

“Y/N?” You heard Connie call from the gate

“We’ll LT I guess we best get going,” you said patting his chest and making your way to the backyard but not before you felt a stinging sensation on you left ass cheek

“Ow Simon” you yelled, you knew in the field he was silent and deadly but you didn’t realize it also played a factor in his civilian life as well.

“I thought you got kidnapped” Connie exclaimed being the drama queen she is and as the word left her lips you felt Simon tense

“Connie quit being a drama queen, I’m a big girl I can handle myself” you laughed nervously patting Simon's forearm trying to calm him down without drawing attention to him.

“I know I know,” Connie said, throwing her hands up in a surrender gesture,you watch as her eyes glide almost effortlessly to Simon “ is this him?” She whispered as you nodded slightly knowing she was about to do the one thing Simon absolutely hated

“Connie, before you even try it please don’t hug him he’s not big on hugging” you said in panic watching her deflate, the last person to hug him was you and that’s how you ended up pinned against the wall.

“Well Simon I’m Connie,been friends with Y/N since diapers” she smiled

He just nods saying “ you alright?” In which you almost choke on the last sip of beer,before you went to Credenhill on orders from General Shepard you called Georgia your home and you had for most of your life,so the culture shock was real once you finally settled down.

“I’m grabbing another beer, you want one?” You asked Simon as he nodded watching as you made your way to the cooler that sat by a plastic lawn chair on the open patio, paying very close attention to the way your hips swayed. He wasn’t one to admit it out loud but in the six months you both had been together he made a silent vow to protect you with his life whether it meant in the field or in his everyday life, it’s burned into his mind that day you told him you were going back to the states

“Simon listen I’m heading back home,” you said with a sigh, sitting in the passenger seat staring straight ahead knowing if you looked at him you were going to lose it, to you leaving hurt worse than your first true heartbreak and it felt like you were losing a piece of your soul not only that but felt like you were losing a family that had accepted you with open arms

“And I honestly don’t know when I’ll be back or when we’ll even see each other and I’ve never done long distance but I’m truly the happiest me and it’s because of you.” You gasped still not looking Simon in the eyes because you knew one single glance was all it was gonna take.Simon acted on impulse all but ripping the skull printed balaclava off and claiming your lips with his

“I’m with you until the end of the line, no matter the distance” he said resting his forehead on yours. You saw him for the first time in a state that was rare even to you Vulnerable and that night he ravished you like a man starved of attention.

“Simon?” You called, snapping your fingers in front of him, he didn’t even realised he had mentally checked out and all he had to do was humm response letting you know he was back

“I said we’re heading inside to get the beers coolers empty” you said pointing to the sliding glass door, he nodded in response

“He doesn’t talk much does he,” Connie whispered over your shoulder as she followed behind “thought silent and brooding wasn’t your forte” she giggled handing you a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a four pack of desperados as she smiled shyly as you took the beers from her hands “didn’t know what he liked” she said taking the beers from you hand walking outside

“Y/N? You heard a males voice call from the living room

“Stephen?” You turned as a deep fear sets in your chest, he was your high school sweetheart, your abusive ex. It started like any other relationship he was the perfect gentleman but as one year turned to two he started changing staying out late and once you finished basic you found out through Connie he was cheating well had been cheating since you left for basic, and once you confronted him the violence started the beatings, the threats that if you told anyone he would kill you, which is by you decided to take up sniping,making you one of the most deadliest mercenaries the army had to offer while making you one of Shepards most prized soldiers

“ How have you been?” He said inching closer to where you had stood in fear eye’s bouncing for any sign of Simon, eyes catching the warm chocolate irises at the sliding glass door making his way inside just as quietly as he would be if he was on a mission.

“Mate I think it’s best if you leave her alone “ Simons voice low and deadly

“ and just who the fuck are you” Stephen asked turning to square up at Simon but when he turned around he came face to chest with Simon. You needed to escape, eyes darting around for an opening to running you saw someone leaving the bathroom and took that as your wig and made a mad dash for the door immediately turning the lock to make sure you were safe before turning the lights on

“Breathe just breathe, he can’t hurt you he won’t hurt you Simon won’t let that happen” you muttered sliding down the door.

“Y/N?” You heard on the other side of the door not saying anything,the knock on the door made you jump out of your skin

“ I know you’re in here unlock the door” you heard Simon as you reached up to unlock the door.

“And now I need you to move” he said softly through the small crack, you couldn’t find it in yourself to get up only scooting closer to the sink bringing you knees up to your chest looking at the door to see simons denim pants.

“ I don’t want to talk about” you muttered looking up at him seeing he had taken the face mask off.

“And we don't, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Mentally or physically?” You questioned

“Whichever one is hurting you the most right now” he said sitting on the ground in front of you, watching intently as you crawled into his lap like a cat in need of attention

“It’s a long story, I’m sure Connie is looking for us and if we stay in here any longer she’s going to think we’re fucking in Here” you laughed hugging his waist burying your head in the crook of his neck placing tiny kisses on his jaw which caused him to chuckle

“Whatever you want princess” he said

“Let’s get going” you said standing up brushing your hands off on the flannel offering your dominant hand to him which he shook his head stating

“With you till the end of the line”

Taglist: @youcallhimcaptainicallhimdaddy

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader

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remuslupinbutcooler · 1 year

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Robin Buckley Drabble

ft Steve because we love a good ally

themes ; discussion of Billy Hargrove ; his death , not really any romanticism due to me writing it at like 5 am and posting it now , I’ve been off due to family issues so i apologise but i will be back to writing for you all again 💗

The usual fast paced heart rate began as my feet led me into the centre of town, my hearts constant beating causing my breath to become laboured and my vision to become blurred. Everything suddenly felt heavy or almost chaotic. I caught myself in the window of one of the stupid shop, i looked like a mess. Strands of hair covered my face, eyeliner smuged , mascara clinging to my lashes , my shirt felt too big almost as though it was drowning me , my jeans cuffed and covered with various sharpie drawings felt almost too attention grabbing and my sneakers felt too red . I shook my head before deciding to take my mind away from myself and my imperfections . My eyes cast themselves over to the video store were a familiar stranger stood at the counter. My feet practically rushed through the doors and upto the counter.

“Hey there- OMG?!” Steve took a double take before almost jumping into the air . “HOLY SHIT?! YOURE BACK??”

“I guess..” I rolled my eyes before giggling and looking around . My eyes fell onto another familiar face, semi familiar. I hadn’t seen Robin Buckley since High school, since band and cheer practice. She looked almost-

“Hey”

“hey..” I smiled at her before turning my attention back to Steve

“you back for good or?”

“good. I’m back for good.” I nodded. “ I’m all…uh…better” I smiled before glancing at the male before me.

“That’s good. Bet Dustin’s happier now you’re here .”

“really ?”

“yeah… he kinda didn’t shut up about you while you were gone.. I mean you’re his sister ? He missed you.”

“oh… i mean he told me he missed me and that he’s glad i’m back but i didn’t think he meant it.. he’s all over that Munson kid? Is that his name ? Eddie ?” I scanned over dvds next to the counter .

“Yeah..Him..”

“jealous Harrington?”

“N-no..”

“He is.!” Robin laughed before stepping into the little counter box

“you really think Munson is gonna replace my brothers literal dating slash life slash everything coach??” A laugh escaped my mouthy and caused me to throw my head back .

“See ? Even she thinks you’re being stupid “ Robin playfully pushed Steve. Dustin never mentioned this or them dating .

“Look..he worships you .. never shuts up about you “ I roll my eyes before stepping away slightly and scanning for the horror section .

“oh..! Thanks”

Robin giggled at a now embarrassed Steve. I never knew Steve Harrington could get embarrassed, always felt as though he was some kinda emotionless god . I guess this is what adulthood does to some popular kid who’s never faced rejection or even reality.

“ looking for something?” Robin threw herself over the counter, eyes stuck onto mine. I never noticed how pretty they were or how good her hair looked or how it fitted her face perfectly. I shook my head as an answer, far too mesmerised to answer. I turned my attention back to searching for some basic horror movie .

My hand reached for one, its cover was practically red and stared some blonde bimbo on the front ; probably the main and final girl. It was something to watch, i wasn’t gonna pay too much attention to it.

“Just this ?”

“uh huh..”

“So since you’re back…” Steve winked before combing his hands through his hair

“save it Harrington.”

“Thought you’d be over him by now..”

“You thought wrong “ I rolled my eyes. The “him” in question was none other than Billy Hargrove, my fake yet very real boyfriend. No one really knew how Billy and I “started “ our relationship. In all truth we didn’t. It started with me walking in on his dad almost beating him to death and Billy threatening me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You..you fucking tell anyone and your ass is dead. You hear me Henderson ?” Blood poured from his nose, his eyes looked heavy and almost too sad to blink open. Billy Hargrove was a dick , this was his only reason for his behaviour. I felt sorry for him.

“How about this… I won’t say a word to anyone if you say we’re together.”

“ and why would i do that ? just date some loser-“

“Billy…I can’t believe you’re the first person i’m even telling this to but…uh…ilikegirlsandnotguys.” I hung my head in a cloud of shame , too embarrassed to even admit it fully.

“ You ? A fucking perfect little-“

“don’t. I already feel like shit for it.”

“why ?”

“because it’s not exactly a good thing around here ? “

“ i know that but-“

“ look is it a deal or not ? cause if you even utter a word about me liking girls then i’ll fucking tell everyone about you and your dad.”

“like anyone would believe a girl lover .”

“like anyone would believe daddy’s punching bag?”

“fine. Deal. “

“ Thank you. You kinda look bad ass with bruises. You could lie and say you were fighting some guy tryna save me or something.. you’d be a chic magnet in minutes.”

Billy laughed before patting me on the back , “ yeah… about that.. can i cheat on my fake girlfriend?”

I rolled my eyes , “ yes sure .. can i?”

He laughed again, this time harder and more friendlier, “ yeah sure … You’re safe with me .”

“and you’re safe with me.. if you need any help with that… call me. My dad kinda used to hit my mom so i kinda know a thing or two.”

Billy nodded before pushing me out of his window . “ goodnight my beautiful- BAHAHA- sorry… goodnight girlfriend”

I rolled my eyes at a now overly joyous billy pissing himself due to how funny he thought our situation was. “ goodnight boyfriend..ew”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“ no offence Harrington but you try having someone protect you and be there and then something takes your only sense of safety.” I rolled my eyes before paying.

“sorry…”

“it’s fine.. it’s just uh…hard you know”

“ yeah well… if you ever need a shoulder to-“

“please stop hitting on me. It’s not gonna worrrkkk “

“ i know but… it could.”

“uh huh… bye guys ..”I waved before hopping onto my skateboard, my eyes glue to the ground and surroundings. The Hawkins sun setting over me .

#hawkins #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #robin buckley x you #you x strangerthings

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So for my request, can you write a oneshot with the reader and All Might practicing exhibitionism please? In the fic, the reader would go on a date with AM who would wear a trenchcoat, flip flops, a hat and face mask. In truth he'd be butt naked underneath with his cock in chastity, a vibrator & his mouth tape gagged. His mission is to finish his date without being exposed or cumming in public. What do you think?

chileeee this was my first request and I’m just getting around to fulfilling it 😭😭😭 But Eddy was super sweet and patient with me 🥹❤️ it’s a little rushed at the end but I hope you enjoy it 😭❤️

pairing: All Might x GN!Reader

cw: exhibitionism, chastity, anal play, slight language

❀

He sat on the shared bed in nothing but his boxers and a tank, waiting for you to emerge from the closet. What made him agree to something like this he’d never know. It must’ve been how cute you looked when you asked, how fun you promised it’d be or how good you convinced him it’d feel.

He eyed you confusedly when you pulled out a coat and..only a coat.

“Why do you look so scared baby, lighten up.” You kissed his forehead and then his cheek. “Arms up, hun.”

He gave a wary smile as he allowed you to remove his clothes. First raising his arms so you could pull the shirt over his head, then lifting his hips and allowing you to slide his underwear down.

You guys had never delved into exhibitionism before so Toshi was excited, a bit nervous but excited nonetheless.

Might was big, so big and strong you couldn’t shop at normal sex stores for certain things. He required heavy artillery, like the chastity cage made of Tungsten you were currently locking onto his cock at this very moment.

“All fours baby.” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned the kneel on the bed.

“You left it in,” The excitement in your voice warmed his heart. “So good for me.” You praised your big boy, slowly sliding the ruby plug out of his hole.

The slight gape welcomed the lubed vibrator, the oblong shape slipping right in.

“Perfect!” You admired your handiwork.

You helped him slip into the coat, standing on the tips of your toes to plop the red baseball cap on his head.

Of course the cap was from his line of merch, you wondered if it’d draw more suspicion or if they’d mistake him for some weird impersonator. Either way it was the only one you had so it would have to do.

***

The big 7’3 brute blushed heavily as the hostess looked him up and down. Only a goddamn idiot wouldn’t be able to tell it was him, but he hoped and prayed to the heavens that no one would out him in the restaurant.

The pro-hero cleared his throat, rubbing at his Adam’s apple, pathetically signifying that he was having throat trouble.

In actuality, he was gagged with tape, unable to communicate anything but muttered vowels and groans.

He walked slow but in long strides, ass clenched tight. Maybe he was just paranoid but the buzz of the vibrator felt very loud. Even worse with that it was heavily lubed and with the intense vibrations he worried it’d slip out.

What would the world think of their Symbol of Peace? Stripped of his pride, and clothes, prancing around the city in some pitiful disguise.

Toshi and the hostess finally made it to your table, a few stares and mumbles here and there but for the most part, people minded their business. He was eternally grateful for that.

“So glad you could make it, All M-.”

Swift and agile, you didn’t even see him move to pop the butter roll into your mouth.

He spoke to you with his gestures, face heavily red as he looked around, seeing if anyone happened to be listening to your exchanges.

“What? I was just gonna say all my wine is gone. I need to order another glass.” You smirked, playfully rolling your eyes and finishing the roll.

He gave an awkward laugh, unsure if he liked playing your cruel game. But his heart was beating out of his chest, cock achingly hard at his current predicament, so he guessed it was safe to say he did.

“Do you know what you want?”

He took a second to browse the menu, pointing at what caught his attention.

“Sorry darling, it seems I forgot my readers. I’m gonna need you to tell me.” You feigned innocence, but Toshi saw right through your act.

You didn’t even wear glasses. Right about now he was regretting all of this. When did his little cutie become so evil and conniving.

With shaky hands, he adjusted his mask a bit, hoping it’d help make his muffled sounds a bit clearer.

But he didn’t expect you to suddenly increase the bullet’s speed just as he began to talk.

“Mph, mmphh.” He moaned and panted, trying his hardest to keep his voice down. This sensation was crazy, nothing like a finger or wand against him. It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes, yet he was insanely close to blowing his cover and probably spilling his release all over this restaurant’s floor.

“Tell me what you want. The waiter will be back any minute.”

“I ant ammon en occoli.”

“One more time baby, you sound a little muffled.” You smiled a little, enjoying the torment probably a little more than you should’ve.

He repeated, but of course you didn’t understand such gibberish. Luckily you could see where he was pointing before the water was approaching your table.

“Hello again, what can I get the two of you.” The young man eyed Might’s attire warily. He stuck out like a sore thumb, not only because of his massive size but his questionably outfit as well.

“I’ll be having the scallops and linguine, with an order of salmon and broccoli to go.”

As soon as the waiter stepped away Might cut his eyes at you.

“What?” You sipped your water, laying off the wine since you’d be driving the two of you home.

“To oh?”

At least that wasn’t too hard to make out, since you answered him immediately.

“Yes to go, how are you going to eat when you’re having..throat trouble? I mean, that is why you can’t talk, right?”

All Might hid his face in embarrassment, nodding furiously, completely forgetting about the current arrangement. Luckily he’d snacked beforehand, he was sure he would’ve caved on an empty stomach.

There was a short silence, of course only Toshi could still hear the buzzing of the vibrator, but nonetheless it was quiet until you began talking again.

“You must be so uncomfortable, having your big cock stuffed in that tiny cage.” You feigned concern, kicking off your shoe to nudge his balls with the ball of your foot.

“Mmpph.” Might let out a muffled groan, nearly jumping out of his seat at the sensation. Having his prostate stimulated for so long was weighing on his control enough as it is.

He slid further into the booth, away from your foot, and tried to catch his breath as fast as he could. How much longer was this date?! He really wasn’t sure how much more he could endure.

You guys are finally graced with your food, his is boxed and bagged but yours smells absolutely delicious.

“Smells good doesn’t it!”

“Mmm.” He mumbled. It looked like he was overexerting himself. His breathing rough and ragged, pupils blown out and sweat was beading at his brow. Fighting off an orgasm was harder than fighting villains, it seemed. Especially out in public.

You ate fast, not wanting to subject your partner to anymore torture. It was fun and you’d love to do it again, but even the strongest man alive had limits.

You paid cash, allowing the waiter to keep whatever change was left, before standing and helping Toshi gather himself.

Your babe had clearly gotten his fill of exhibitionism and humiliation and you almost felt guilty.

***

“Well you made it through the date, I think you deserve to be freed and rewarded.” You tossed the cage’s key back to him once you’d settled in the driver’s seat and him in the rear.

“Mhm.” He pitifully responded after snatching the tape off. Luckily he’d done this with a clean, shaven face.

You looked at your partner through the rear view mirror, peeling himself out of the sweaty, suffocating trench coat.

You silently thanked yourself for getting those back windows tinted as he sprawled out against the rear door, one leg stretched out while the other was hanging off and planted on the floor.

Once he unlocked himself, his cock stood at full attention, all twelve inches of it. He ran his hand up and down the length and it didn’t take him long to reach the most mind breaking orgasm he’d ever experienced.

❀

#all might #all night x poc!reader #bnha x poc!reader #mha fanfiction #mha x poc!reader #poc!reader

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psychic-winged-turtle · 11 months

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Jude Totally Doesn't Have a Crush, Part 3

“Wait… your name is Jeremiah?” Jude asks incredulously. “Where did the nickname Leo come from?”

“It was-” Leo pauses to sigh, not in a bothered way but instead in the way that he had to take a breath to avoid choking up. “It was my brother’s name. His name was Leonard.”

“Oh.” Jude feels a bit awkward now. He didn’t mean to bring up a topic that is clearly sensitive to Leo. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. It was a long time ago.” Leo says, though his tone suggests that it isn’t. Or, at the very least, his tone suggests that time has not yet healed this wound.

Jude shifts and his chair creaks in the silence. The conversation is halted and Jude does not quite know where to pick back up. Should he ask about Leo’s brother? It seems like a sensitive topic, so maybe not. But, then again, isn’t it supposed to be therapeutic to talk about lost loved ones? He could change the topic, but then he may seem like he doesn’t care about Leo’s grief and that would probably be rude.

Leo starts chuckling and Jude looks over at him in surprise. “What’s funny?” He asks, a bit incredulously.

“It’s nothing. It’s just that… when I said that Leonard died you got the most constipated look on your face.” Leo says with a small smile. “You just looked so out of depth for a second.”

“Well, I’m glad you find my social inadequacies humorous.” Jude says, his face beginning to turn a light shade of pink. Of course Leo can tell how shit he is at these things.

“Hey, it’s not that weird to not know what to say when someone talks about losing a family member. You would not believe the kind of shit that I got growing up.” Leo leans forward in his chair, drawing Jude’s attention away from his own embarrassment. “I mean… there was this one guy who said something along the lines of ‘now I get the advantages of being an only child’ like - what? Who the fuck says that to a kid who just lost his brother?”

“Are you serious? Someone said that?” Jude’s face must be shocked again because Leo starts laughing.

“Yeah!” Leo exclaims. “Like, what the hell? When I tell you that I almost beat that guy's ass… oh, boy. I was ready to go to jail then and there.”

Jude nods in agreement. “I think that would have been a valid reason… though I’m glad you didn’t because then we wouldn’t have met.”

“Heh. That’s awfully cheesy.” Leo jokes while Jude’s face goes red for probably the zillienth time today.

“What can I say? I like you an awful lot.” Jude decides to say, because if he’s going to be embarrassed he might as well go all in.

Leo smiles at him. “Thank you, Jude. I like you a lot too. I’m real glad that you and David met.”

Jude smiles back at him and ignores the starving butterflies trying to eat him from the inside out. Whatever weird affection he developed for David and Leo in the beginning has stubbornly refused to go away. In fact, it’s times like these that remind Jude that his feelings only seem to have gotten worse. He takes a moment to remind himself that Leo only likes him as a friend before he speaks again.

“So… doesn’t the movie start in, like, fifteen minutes? Where the hell is David?”

While Leo busies himself calling David, Jude contents himself to fade into the background for a bit. He’s been practicing this. Take a breath. Feel the emotion but let it go. The butterflies will leave and so will the deep-seated dread that they hide. Everything is okay. He can enjoy being around David and Leo without catastrophizing about how much they’d hate him if they figured out what he thought about… because they definitely would. They’re in a perfectly happy relationship, and here Jude is, pining after the two of them. They’d probably be disgusted with the thoughts that he has. I mean, who the hell would want some degenerate interfering with their relationship. Jude has barely gotten an apartment, much less anything else. He has nothing to offer other than insecurity and a rampant drug addiction. What would they say if they figured out about that? Would they look at him differently? Would they hate him? Would they never want to see him again?

He’s been doing well, but it isn’t good enough. He had such a long streak, fifty-one days, and then he had one moment of weakness that spiraled him out of control. David and Leo couldn’t hang out because Leo was sick. That’s fine. It was fine. Jude doesn’t know why it sent him out of control, but before he knew it he was high as a kite wandering the streets like he used to. What would they say if they knew he did that? That one bad day sends him out of control? That the thought of them leaving him makes him want to cut out his stomach from the dread that curls up there and that no matter what he does he can’t seem to stop beating himself up over every little thing. Jude’s thoughts go around and around in circles. He feels like his mind is on a carousel and he can’t find a way to get off. He can’t feel his body anymore and he isn’t quite sure why he needs to. It takes a long moment before he remembers that he isn’t alone right now. He’s doing something. With someone. But it feels so far away and the room is fuzzy and cold and his head is full of fog. He thinks he might hear someone’s voice. It’s Leo’s voice. He’s with Leo. He’s with Leo. He’s with Leo.

Jude cuts off his own thoughts. Now is not the time to spiral. Put it on a shelf. David is on his way and they are going to a movie. Just focus on that. Just focus on the fact that Leo is looking at him now and he seems concerned for some reason.

“Uh, what?” Jude’s voice sounds strained, even to himself, and there’s a slight ringing in his ears.

“Are you okay?” Leo left his chair at some point. He’s knelt on the ground next to Jude… wait, wasn’t Jude also in a chair?”

Jude has to take a deep breath before he can speak. He feels like there’s no air in his lungs. “I-I’m okay.” His face feels wet… and he’s definitely on the ground. What happened?

Leo looks like he doesn’t believe him. “Are you sure? That seemed like a pretty bad panic attack. You couldn’t even respond to me.”

A panic attack? Is that what that was? Jude’s heard about them, but he never thought that he experienced them himself. Yeah, he gets nervous sometimes and he occasionally spirals a bit, but he didn’t think it was that bad.

“No, yeah. I’m fine. I just… got lost in thought.” Great excuse, Jude. Truly. That will definitely explain away this situation.

“Okay. If you say so.” Leo says, not looking any less concerned. “Though, if you aren’t feeling up to going out we could do it another day. I don’t want to stress you out.”

“No! I’m good to go.” Jude almost adds ‘please don’t make me leave’ but that seems like it may lead to further questions. Unfortunately, the desperation in Jude’s voice is probably already leading to questions considering the fact that Leo definitely looks like he has a few.

“If you’re sure…” Leo must decide that it isn’t worth it to try and talk about this with Jude, even if he seems like he wants to. “David’ll be here in a few. Do you need anything before we head out?”

“I… I’m just going to run to the bathroom real quick.” Jude replies. He shoots up rather quickly, causing himself to get light headed and stumble. Leo reaches out to try and steady him, but he manages with a wall and small steps.

When he gets to the bathroom he takes a moment to assess the damage. He definitely cried. He doesn’t really know why. He doesn’t know why any of these things happen. He wishes he could just be… normal. That he could approach these relationships with some kind of confidence rather than just absolute fear.

Jude rinses his face off and waits until he hears David come in. He doesn’t want to risk Leo asking more questions. Once he does hear David’s voice, Jude leaves the bathroom.

“Are you two ready to head out? We’re already running late.” David says from his spot near the door.

“You say that as if it isn’t your fault.” Jude jokes as he grabs his bag.

“Hey! I was working! I just… lost track of time.” David says.

“I’m sure your patient’s will appreciate your dedication one day, David. In the meantime, get a watch.” Leo says with a laugh. Jude joins in as they step outside and walk to David’s car.

“I have a watch!” David holds up his arm and points to it for emphasis.

“And it’s doing you a whole lot of good.” Leo says.

David crosses his arm and drags his feet a bit until Jude and Leo get on each side of him to drag him along. “C’mon, you’re going to make us even more late.” Jude says.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever…” David rolls his eyes. “What movie are we seeing, by the way?”

“Baby Driver.” Jude answers.

“That’s a stupid movie name.”

“Shut up, David. Just get in the car.” Jude replies again.

By the time that they get to the theater, Jude has already forgotten about his earlier spiral. He just focuses on enjoying his night out with David and Leo. Spirals are for when he’s alone in bed where they won’t bother anyone else. Why should he feel lonely when he’s with his favorite people? That would just be silly. He isn’t lonely. Or scared. Or sad. He’s watching a movie and that’s all that matters right now.

#jude totally doesn't have a crush #jude brian #david wilson #leo lancaster #jeremiah lancaster #leonard lancaster #original character #original story

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lilacmoon83 · 1 year

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Lightning in a Bottle

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Chapter 82: Deadhead, Pt 2

Emma and Ruby sped down the highway, as Killian directed them on the information he had received.

"We got a hit on the RV plates. They were spotted southbound on the highway…" Killian said.

"I love it when things line up like that. We are going northbound," Emma said.

"Thanks, Killian," she said.

"Actually, that's Lieutenant Killian," he joked.

"Yes, sir. Over and out," Emma said, as Ruby gave her a look and she shook her head.

"No. Uh-uh. Do not look at me like that," she said.

"I'm just enjoying things being back to normal. I didn't say anything. I was just appreciating some casual banter between two people who used to be engaged to be married," Ruby teased. Emma rolled her eyes and spotted an RV about to pass them.

"There. That might be them," Emma said, as she saw Jace in the window.

"Gotcha!" she said, as she had to swerve when the RV tried to shove them off the road. The brakes screeched, as she managed to turn them around.

"Look out!" Ruby called, as she swerved to avoid more oncoming traffic.

"You okay?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" Ruby asked. She nodded.

~*~

"Come on, Jace. This is insane," Kory reasoned.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is insane. We fell through the ice and made it out alive. It was winter when we went in the lake and spring when we came out. We should be dead now. I think we were dead. And we came back to life or something," Jace said.

"Like that plane," Pete replied.

"Like that damn cop and the kid," Jace said.

"Look, why don't we just stop running?" Pete suggested.

"And give up? What happened to you?" Jace snapped.

"The same thing that happened to you. I mean, this is a miracle and you know it. And I don't think that we should be beating people up and firebombing the cops," Pete said.

"I don't give a rat's ass about any of those people," Jace growled.

"You used to be the guy that took care of everyone. You remember when you spent all the money from your after-school job to pay for the high-tops for me and Kory? We had

the best kicks on the block," Pete recalled. Jace smirked.

"I hadn't thought about that job in years," he mentioned.

"Hey, maybe that's why we came back. To do things differently," Pete said.

"Maybe you're right," Jace said.

"Hey, Kory, pull over, man. I'm gonna drive," he said, with an evil glint in his eyes.

~*~

David approached Vance's partner at the Travel Agency front and he looked surprised to see him.

"What the hell? We're supposed to have no contact for three weeks," the man said.

"Yeah, well, and Vance was supposed to come home with us," David said.

"Now, look, I've put together everything I can remember. If we fly back into here, I think…" David continued, but the other man cut him off.

"Cuba? You're not serious," he said.

"About saving Vance's life? Dead serious," David replied.

"Nolan…you're a math professor. I spent my life in military intelligence, and I can assure you, we ain't getting him out on our own no matter how many maps you draw," he said sternly.

"Well, I'm not gonna just give up on him," David argued.

"Yeah, you are. 'Cause we don't have the resources, and Vance doesn't want to involve the government. It's a direct order," he said.

"Yeah, they're already sniffing around. I had a house call this morning. And, no, of course I didn't say anything. There's got to be another way," David replied.

"If there is, he'll figure it out. You need to stand down," he said.

"So, how does this work? How do I take this ring to Vance's wife and tell her that he's not coming home and that I'm standing down?" David asked.

"I don't know. I'm just glad he asked you to do it, not me," he replied.

~*~

Olive parked at the school and they began to trek onto the campus. Angelina felt the memories

"There. That's it. Those wings...those are peacock feathers," Angelina said, as she pointed at the stained glass window on the building.

"We're definitely supposed to be here," Olive agreed.

"This is...what's been following me. Last time, it was holding up its hand, the one that's holding the scales," Angelina said.

"Do scales mean anything to you?" Olive asked. But she shook her head.

"Not really. I mean, Archangel Michael uses them to weigh your soul on Judgment Day to see if you're worthy," Angelina mentioned.

"Okay, so the figure in your calling, right, it doesn't have a face?" Olive questioned.

"Neither does the archangel," she mentioned, as she motioned to the faceless angel, which was actually due to a broken piece in the window itself.

"I was here when that happened. My class made time capsules, and when we were choosing where we each wanted to bury them, some kids were messing around and a rock

sailed right into the window," she added.

"You buried a time capsule right around here?" Olive asked. She nodded.

"I know exactly where mine would be, but there's not much in that box," Angelina replied.

"Okay, the callings, they led us here, right? And the figure was faceless. So it means they wanted you to remember that day. I think the calling is leading us to the box," Olive

said. Angelina walked a few paces ahead and then pointed to the ground.

"Right here," she said.

~*~

When Leopold answered the door to his new home, the last person he expected to see was his daughter and two of his grandchildren.

"Margaret…you're here…" he uttered.

"David and the girls will be following…it's a long story, but I can explain everything. We just need a place to lay low for a while. Henry could be in danger," she said. He

nodded.

"Of course…does this have anything to do with the plane?" Leopold asked.

"In a way…but it's more than that and everything I'm about to tell you is going to make you question my sanity," Margaret replied.

"No…the whole world saw that plane come back. I believe we are beyond any of that now," Leopold said, as she sat down with the baby and started to explain everything.

~*~

"That held up pretty well, considering. Let's see what's inside, though," Olive said, as Angelina opened her box once they had dug it up. She held a keychain and smiled.

"This is from our first trip to Costa Rica," she recalled.

"Oh, my God," she exclaimed, as she picked up a photo.

"King Kone. They used to take me there on special occasions," she said, referring to the ice cream shop in the background.

"Your parents?" Olive asked. She nodded.

"They were almost normal then. I had no idea what they'd do to me one day. How they'd…" she said, as she trailed off. Olive put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a

sympathetic gaze.

"You know, I keep trying to find the right thing to say...to tell you how sorry I am for...all that you've been through. But the only thing I can think of is, "That sucks." Olive

said. Angelina smiled and laughed a little.

"It does. It does suck. It's hard to believe I was ever happy, but this picture is proof. I was," she replied. Olive smiled.

"Maybe the calling wanted you to have that photo...to remind you what it was like to be happy," Olive suggested.

"It's going to take more than a picture of a slushie," Angelina said.

"What about tasting one?" Olive suggested. She smiled.

"I just want to get rid of these visions. If a slushie will help, I'll have 12 of them," Angelina joked, as they headed for Olive's car.

~*~

David had arrived at Vance's house and received a welcome from his wife, Estelle and they proceeded to talk.

"Do the boys know that he's been in hiding this whole time?" David asked, referring to Vance's sons.

"Yeah. Only thing that's kept me sane is knowing that one day I'll be able to tell them that he's finally coming home. I suspect that day is not today," Estelle replied.

"Estelle, we were ambushed by the Cuban military. He's not coming home any time soon. I am so sorry," David said.

"No. No, he told me that, after this, he'd be done," she replied, with a sharp tone.

"Estelle, I hate that you and your family are going through this, especially since I was the one that dragged him to Cuba," David apologized.

"You're the one who dragged him into all of this. It's your fault that the world has to think that he's dead. And, yes, this is your fault. So if you're looking for absolution... get

him back. Do you hear me? Fix this. I don't care what it takes!" she said angrily.

"Uh, he... asked me to give you this," David said, as he gave her the ring.

"I swore that I'd never marry a man whose life was shrouded in secrets. Look what he put inside," she said, as David read the inscription.

"You shall know the truth," she said.

"And the truth shall set you free," David finished, realizing that he had heard it somewhere else.

"The truth shall set you free. Would...anyone else know that he used that quote?" he asked.

"Only the people who loved him enough to visit his grave. It's right on his tombstone," she answered.

~*~

"You really think the calling wanted us to get slushies?" Angelina asked, as she sipped at hers.

"Mmm. I have no idea, but, uh, I'm so glad that we did," Olive replied, as she enjoyed hers.

"You know, this might be the most fun I've ever had following a calling. So, thank you," Olive added.

"No, thank you. I needed this," Angelina said.

"Oh, and here comes a brain freeze," Olive replied, as they giggled and continued to enjoy their treat.

~*~

"What are we doing here?" Pete asked, as they arrived at the King Kone ice cream shop.

"You jogged my memory earlier when you mentioned how I used to be, back when I worked here. I'll bet Ron and Julie never bothered to change the combo to the safe in the back," Jace said.

"Hey, Jace. Let's just go, all right? Wouldn't it be better if everyone thought that we were still at the bottom of that lake?" Kory reasoned.

"You saw the looks on those cops' faces. They know we're back," Jace argued.

"Well, then, let's just disappear. I don't know. Go to Canada or whatever," Kory argued back.

"For sure, but first, we got scores to settle. Now, let's go," he ordered.

"We're gonna do a smash-and-grab and peel out in an RV?" Pete asked.

"We might have to improvise," Jace said, as he got out of the RV.

~*~

Emma pressed the call button on the steering wheel, as they raced down the highway.

"State troopers got a tip about three guys getting out of an RV. One had a knife.

They're at a fast food joint called King Kone," Killian said.

"We're driving on a damaged radiator, but we're going as fast as we can" Ruby said, as Emma smashed her foot into the accelerator harder.

"Scratch that, now we're going as fast as we can, slightly faster than we can," Ruby corrected.

~*~

"Think I'm crazy yet?" Margaret asked, as she finished explaining everything. He smirked.

"I'll admit that it's a lot…but I know it's the truth. It's all been very strange since that plane came back," Leopold mentioned.

"It has…but it gave back everything I had lost. I'm sure this is the trade off for that," Margaret said.

"But if you're right about this Death date, these men will be gone again in a few months?" Leopold asked.

"Yes…we're still trying to figure out how the passengers can defeat their death date, but four months is still a long time when there are possible maniacs looking for your son," Margaret replied.

"Well…you are safe here. All of you. I only hope David and the girls will be along soon," he said.

"Me too…" she replied.

~*~

"Go to her. Go to her. Go to her," the voice said in their heads.

"What the hell was that?" Kory asked, as he stumbled a bit.

"You heard that, too?" Pete asked. Jace snarled.

"Go to her," it repeated.

"It's the damn kid that died in the lake," he growled.

"What the hell's "go to her" supposed to mean?" Kory asked.

"It's the cop. She's close," Jace replied.

"Go to her," it repeated.

"That kid's trying to mind control us to turn ourselves in," Jace growled.

"We got to go. Pete, Pete, we gotta go, man," Kory called, as Pete knelt down to pick something up off the ground. It was a photo.

"What are you doing? We gotta go! Get in the RV!" Jace screamed at him.

"This girl...I think I'm supposed to go to her," Pete said.

"What you talking about, man? We gotta go, the cops are coming! Come on, we gotta go!" Kory pleaded, as they heard the sirens closing in.

"The cops are coming!" Jace called, as he saw the car and then sped off, leaving Pete behind.

"Pete! Put your hands up!" Emma demanded, as she brandished her firearm and got out of the car.

"Put your hands up!" Emma said, as he obeyed.

"Hey! Hands on your back," she ordered, as he cooperated.

"Where are the others? Where are they?" Ruby demanded to know, but Pete was silent.

~*~

"The truth shall set you free." Arthur said, as David arrived at Vance's grave.

"About time you figured it out. Been following you all day," he said.

"Estelle said only people who love her husband would come here and remember his epitaph," David said.

"I'm here a lot. It was sorrow at first, losing my friend, my mentor. Then guilt that I wasn't

there to protect him. Then it became something else," Arthur said.

"What?" David asked.

"A nagging feeling that Robert Vance isn't buried in this grave," Arthur replied.

"You're right. He's alive," David revealed.

"Oh, my God. Tell him I want to talk…" Arthur said, but David cut him off.

"I can't. He's being held by the Cuban military," he said.

"What? How did he get himself…" Arthur started to say.

"I'm more concerned with how he's gonna get out. I've gone around and around, I can't figure it out. What if the government could do some kind of...I don't know. Some kind

of prisoner exchange," David said. Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"The prisoner in question faked his own death, operated off the grid for a year-and-a-half, apparently in an embargoed country. Our government will classify him as a spy.

They're not gonna be interested in a prisoner exchange," Arthur replied.

"What if you go back and tell your people that Vance isn't the biggest news in Cuba, that there's something bigger? Much bigger. About 828?" David questioned.

"It would take something like that for me to move the mountains I need to move," Arthur said.

"Okay. But I need you to keep it under wraps. Vance's life is in the balance...and, in a way, so is every passenger's," David said.

"I promise, I'll do everything in my power to keep it a secret. But everyone on the planet is fascinated with 828, so it may not be in my power," Arthur warned.

"So, what is it? A piece of intel?" he asked.

"A piece of 828," David replied.

~*~

"As I said, you have the right to remain silent, but do you want to tell us what you were doing here?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, or where your lunatic brother went?" Ruby asked, but he was silent.

"Nothing? All right, in you go," she said, as she started to put him in the car when the photo fell from his hand.

"Wait, that's my photo," Pete said.

"Actually, it's NYPD's," Ruby replied, as she put it in an evidence bag.

"I'm gonna leave my card with the owner and tell him we're taking off," Emma said.

"Okay," Ruby replied.

"Aunt Emma?" Olive asked and the blonde turned in surprise to see her niece and Angelina there.

"What are you guys doing here? Didn't your dad tell you they're back?" Emma asked in alarm.

"Yeah, but Angelina had a calling," Olive replied.

"What was it?" Emma asked.

"The Archangel Michael holding scales. We dug up this box that she buried, like, a really long time ago," Olive answered. Emma sighed.

"Okay, but what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh. We lost something from the box. We're just trying to retrace our steps," Angelina replied.

"What was it?" Emma asked, as Angelina saw the bag in Ruby's hand.

"This," she said.

"No, wait, wait, please. That photo belongs to me," Pete said.

"No, it's mine. I dropped it," Angelina argued.

"How could you have a picture of me?" Pete asked. But she looked confused.

"This is a picture of me. Right there. I was ten years old," Angelina replied.

"In the background. That's my brother Jace working the counter, and that boy staring at the girl with the slushie, staring at you...that's me," Pete said, surprising them all.

"So, this is weird. What's the move?" Ruby asked. Emma sighed. Graham was counting on her going by the book this time.

"We're gonna go by the book. Olive, you need to go home. There are still two of these guys at large. Okay?" she insisted.

"No, I'm sorry. Uh, you can't take that. This is all I have," Angelina insisted.

"I know, but it's evidence. I'm sorry," Ruby replied.

"Aunt Emma, this is a part of a calling. Okay? You just saw what happened. All right? We have to keep it. Dad is gonna wanna see this, and there might be more clues," Olive insisted.

"I can't. I'm sorry. It has to go in the report. I'm sorry. Get home safe," Emma replied.

~*~

Hours Later

"That was a very thorough report you submitted. Nice work, Emma," Graham said, once they arrived back at the station.

"Trying to do the right thing," Emma replied.

"Well, it paid off. Pete Baylor is back in custody, and I'm getting the help of every law enforcement agency in the country to hunt down the other two. In the meantime, you think you can get this back to its original owner? Forensics is done with it, andRuby mentioned it had sentimental value," he said, as he handed her the photo.

"Thank you, Captain," Emma replied.

"Anything else you want to share? I saw that video. Where do you think they were for three months? In that lake?" Graham asked curiously.

"The truth is, Captain, I...I don't know. I have my theories, but I know that you...prefer facts," Emma replied.

"Yeah…let's keep a lid on that video. Good work, Detective," he said.

~*~

"Yeah…we should be able to head up there soon. I think Agent King is going to get him out," David said, as he talked to his wife on the phone.

"That's wonderful…I'll feel better when we're all together again," Margaret said, as he saw breaking news on the television and the words 828. He unmuted the TV.

"David?" she asked.

"Turn on the news," he replied, as she did so and they listened to the report together, both stunned at this turn of events.

"Good evening, folks. Our top story to tell you about now, leaked photos from a driver who was working inside Guantanamo shows what appears to be airplane debris bearing the Montego Air logo. This could be the biggest bombshell yet in the Montego 828 investigation," the reporter on TV said.

"Ready?" Olive said, as she and Angelina were all packed.

"Shh," he chided, as they came to watch the TV with him.

"Discovery is leading to new speculation about the plane and passengers who landed in New York a year-and-a-half ago. If the plane is in pieces in the Caribbean, are there

two planes? And what does that mean about the people on the plane? Who, or some would say what, are the passengers who landed?" the reporter purported.

"The press has the story…" he said, as he heard brakes screeching and commotion outside.

"News vans…we can't go. They'll follow us all the way to your father's house," he said, into the phone.

"Then we'll come home," Margaret said.

"No…we can't risk it. Jace is still out there and I have a feeling he is going to know that Henry is alive," David replied. She knew he was right.

"You need to stay," he insisted.

"But what about you? He could come after you and Emma," she said.

"I know, my love…but I'll keep us safe until we can find a way to get up there without them following us," he said.

"I love you," she said, as he heard her sniff.

"I love you too…I'll call you later," he promised, as they heard someone shout to them through a bullhorn.

"David Nolan! Vicky Smith, local news. Two minutes of your time, please," she called, but he would refuse to answer her call and he hugged Olive gently. They were facing a

whole new slew of uncertainty and danger…

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sunatooru · 3 years

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Head full, only Sugawara, Kuroo, Osamu, and Akaashi breeding their gf senseless after seeing how domestic and sweet she is to them. Ranging from making meals, helping around the house, and seeing how good she is with kids.

Thank you for requesting xx

warnings: minors dni, 18+ content, time-skip spoilers, time-skip!characters x female!reader, raw sex, breeding kink, creampie, mentions ‘kitten’, mentions ‘daddy’, mentions ‘bunny’- that’s it I think

Sugawara

* He needed an extra hand at a school event and was so glad when you offered to help

* It was a get to know the community thing, where the school he worked at were hoping to connect with the community more

* And with that came an influx of families and many, many young children

* He was used to dealing with kids, greeting parents politely and making sure that the kids were well behaved

* But what he wasn’t expecting was the way his heart clenched at the scene of you playing with some 5 year olds

* You looked so cheerful and fun and the kids seemed to love you

* He couldn’t help but think about you having his kids and that’s why he has you pinned against the bed as he slips himself into your cunt

* “You did so well today..” he kisses down your neck, his tongue running over your vein as he thrust forward

* He groans at the way your walls clamp around him, your lips parted when his mouth finds your bare tits

* “So good with kids....looked so motherly...” he hums, bending one of your knees higher

* “Will be so good with our kids...” he feels your pussy flutter at his words, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks up and raises an eyebrow

* “Oh yeah? You want that? Want me to fill your sweet pussy up and get you pregnant?” The way you shakily say yes has him picking up his speed

* He groans when you pull him into a hard kiss, hips connecting with yours before he shivers

* “Fuck..” he moans before pulling out after a few seconds, using his tip to catch any falling drop of his load

* He smirks seeing his thick cum filling your hole, pushing his cock back inside softly

* “Need to make sure it stays there.”

Kuroo

* He’s such a busy man

* His life consists of business meetings, business calls, business papers and non-business you

* He knew he would neglect you sometimes, his work load was huge and even though you told him it was okay and that you understood, he still felt guilty

* Today was another late night at the office

* He was so tired and just ready to have you cuddle him to sleep

* When he finally makes it home, he’s ready to be smothered by you but instead he’s met with silence

* It’s only when he reaches his office that he sees you carefully tidying his mess

* He watches you hum to yourself as you straighten out his paper pile and for some reason his cock twitches at your domestic side

* He strides towards you, dropping his bag on the floor startling you

* “Ah! You scared me. Welcome ho-“ cups your jaw and silences you with his lips

* He picks you up and presses your hips against his, walking towards his desk and making a clean spot for you to sit

* He grinds against you, his cock straining as he fiddles with your clothes

* He looks down at your half naked body, biting your lip as he teases your hole

* He pushes through your folds, hissing when you clench around him

* He moves his hips, mouth on your neck as he speeds up

* “Gonna fill you up with my cum, you want that, kitten? Fill you up and give you a baby? Fuck..so tight...mmm okay kitten, let daddy give you that.”

* Smirks at your open mouth, sticking his tongue in and chuckling when you whine

* Pins your wrists against the desk and snaps his hip hard, groaning as his hot load shoots into you

Osamu

* He practically lives in the kitchen

* Always trying new recipes, cooking for the two of you and just finding so much comfort there

* He doesn’t think he can love it anymore until one day he comes back from grocery shopping to see you, in his shirt, cooking something on the stove

* The way you look, so calm and natural, has his balls twitch

* He quickly puts the bags on the table and wraps his arms around you from behind

* “What ya making, sugar?” His voice is husky, nose rubbing against your neck as he draws your ass to press against him

* He takes in your scent and growls, pulling you away from the stove, turning it off and bending you over the counter

* “Fuck, cookie, do you know how sexy you look right now?”

* Lifts the shirt up and grabs your ass, spreading it and dragging a finger over your underwear

* Strokes himself and grunts when he pushes into you

* Slaps your ass, smirking at your whines and kisses your nape

* He watches the way your wetness coats his cock, glistening as he stretches that little hole

* “Mmh bunny... sucking me in so tight...”

* gives you hard deep strokes, both hands on your hips as he snaps against you, rolling his eyes back when you clamp around him, the throbbing of your walls has him filling you up with his cum

* “Gonna fuck you after we eat...wanna see the stomach swollen soon, pretty.”

Akaashi

* It was such a small and simple thing that you did

* You were up in his study and decided to do a little tidying as he grabs his second coffee

* So focused on cleaning, you didn’t realise him standing there with his heart beating erratically

* He watches you carefully clean the lens of his glasses, wiping them down gently and then placing them carefully

* Such a small thing, but his cock found it most arousing

* You smile at him and suddenly he places his coffee down and drags you to the bedroom

* Stripes you naked and sucks on your nipples, tugging and circling his tongue around it before letting go with a pop

* Runs a hand through his hair when he spreads you legs open and sees how aroused you are, dragging a finger over your slit and taking a quick taste shyly

* Slides his cock in slowly, closing his eyes when he finally bottoms out, kissing your lips hard, slowly thrusting until you beg for more

* “Princess, you feel so good. Such a good girl. You feel good?” He whispers in your ear, your knees bent as he stuffs his cock into your cunt

* “That’s it baby, you’re doing so well. Hmph...can’t wait for a mini you- fuck- yeah?” He kisses your jaw when he feels you tightening around him

* “Want me to fill you with my cum? We could start a family...and fuck, mini you and I running around.” He moans loudly when your tug at his hair

* He caresses your cheek as he shoots his warm sticky cum into you, slowly riding out his wave and grinning at you

* “You’re so pretty, princess, our babies will be so beautiful.”

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from-a-reckless-writer · 3 years

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RE: the tags about being tempted to post a half finished fic and guess the ending, well you are a reckless writer for a reason

this is long overdue, so here have a fic.

It has come to the point that nothing fazes her anymore.

A kidnapping? Been there, done that. It means calling Sam Arias to intimidate the board of members into temporary submission.

An explosion at the office? Just a typical Tuesday. It means relocating to the 23rd floor and sharing the desk with two other interns for 2 months tops.

An assassination attempt? It means bracing herself for at least 3 deliveries of donuts and coffee for the two following weeks that Kara Danvers would be protectively hovering over L-Corp, until her boss snaps and shoos her away back to CatCo.

She’s seen it all, endured it all and she sure as hell is prepared for it all. She’s got three different ironclad statements ready to publish for whatever PR disaster will most likely turn up that week. She’s got contacts from the FBI, DEO, CatCo, Daily Planet, Gotham Gazette-- hell she even has Lillian’s personal cell (just in case the Luthor matriarch ever tries anything y’know? ) and yes, even the number of that 'Mexican place at 5th and Spring, you know the one Kara likes, Jess?'

She’s got two pairs of heels, a raincoat and four sets of outfits neatly folded in a duffel bag, at the back of the office, reserved for any emergency that requires a change of clothes.

The point is, she is an independent Asian-American woman who has worked her ass off for the better part of the decade and has long learned to take no shit from anybody.

Not even stupid superpowered Kryptonians.

See, it takes a lot to be her. It takes unlimited patience to put up with a woman like Lena Luthor, not because she’s a terrible person. Oh no, no, the complete opposite, actually. She is so overwhelmingly kind to a fault, and she doesn’t want nor let anybody see it. It’s infuriating to see sometimes. Okay, fine, she sides with the Krytonian on that one matter. But oh, ho, ho, not today. Today, she’s mad.

She’s livid, actually and it’s all Supergirl’s fault. (and Lena Luthor's too.)

Jess has had her fair share of ‘I-Should-Not-Have-Been-Here’ moments, like that one time she forgot to knock and stumbled unto Lex mid-yell with Lena whose eyes were shimmering but was still keeping a rigid posture.

Or that one time when she thought her boss had long left the office, only to be greeted with quiet sobs and an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the floor. Or that time she happened upon Lena, skirt and sleeves on fire with fumes rising from a green solution.

Apparently, her staff from the lab refused to let her in after three days of their CEO holding herself in isolation with the experiment. Lena had gotten the great idea of smuggling the chemicals to her office instead. Luthors are nothing but determined. Jess still remembers the adrenaline rush of holding a fire extinguisher—as if she were the chosen 5th grader for a school fire drill—and shoving her boss out of the way.

Like she said, nothing fazes her anymore she’s seen it all, except maybe, this one. Yep, definitely this one. This one just made a hot ball of fury unfurl at her very core. This one might just take the cake.

Jess was just going about her day, returned from a hearty lunch and feeling reinvigorated from that dose of sunlight and fresh air. It was a quiet day today, she noticed, which should’ve been a foretelling.

Nothing really is ever quiet. Well, when it comes to L-Corp, at least.

She’s been sitting on her desk for about a good fifteen minutes and finished with screening a few papers from their new contractors, when it occurs to her that the latest blueprints from R&D are still on her desk instead of already being reviewed by her boss.

She grabs the drawing tube and quickly makes for her boss’s private office. They’ve spent enough time with each other that Jess could just come and go as she pleases, instead of having to knock each time. Saves both of their time, that way.

Although, usually, she buzzes through the intercom first to double check, but it was 1:20 P.M and she knows Lena doesn’t have anything scheduled after lunch. So, she pushes the door, confidently strolls in and promptly stops in her tracks.

Jess stops breathing for a moment, blinks once, twice, stares at the scene before her.

Lena Luthor sat atop her work desk; blouse open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, neck currently being ravaged by Supergirl with legs wrapped around the waist.

She probably should’ve just turned and left while they haven’t seen her yet. That would’ve been the smart decision, right? Yes. Yes, it was so very clearly The Right Decision.

Of course, she doubts she could look Lena in the eye for the next few weeks after that, but at least she wouldn’t know that Jess walked in on them during an er- make-out session? Office tryst? Oh God, she shudders internally. It sounds even worse.

Incident? Yep. Yeah. She’s sticking with incident. Indecent incident sounds more apt really.

She should’ve left. Would have left, if her eyes didn’t just land on the desk—well, more like Miss Luthor’s as- backside—and felt the stirrings of rage make itself known. Because there, underneath Lena’s ass (Backside!! Jess, that’s your boss!) is the squished—probably crumpled—pages of a contract.

A contract they’ve spent 5 months securing!!

Jess decides to do what everyone else would have done in a situation such as this; she clears her throat. Loudly.

Classic move.

Supergirl’s head immediately shoots up and Lena’s eyes snap open.

“Jess!” Supergirl squeaks and she sees the exact moment the realization hits Lena. Her eyes widening at her girlfriend’s exclamation, whips her head to the side, spots Jess, hands scrambling to a panic to close all the buttons of her blouse.

She hears Lena hiss, “Fuck, shit. Oh my God. Shit. How did she even- You have superhearing!!!” as she pushes Supergirl—who lets herself be pushed, stunned by the intrusion, face redder than a tomato.

Lena gets off the desk, fixes herself all the while to futile results. Her hair is tugged down from her usual ponytail, her neck and chest is marked, her lips swollen.

Supergirl's hands twitch at the sides and Jess sees her gulp as blue eyes frantically dart to Lena and her, and then Lena, and then back to her.

Lena finally turns around after those few awkward beats.

"Jess," she begins, clearly trying hard to put on her business bitch persona, but come on, there's a hickey under her jaw for fuck's sake.

"It's not what you-"

Jess doesn’t let her finish, she stomps her way across the office and forcefully puts the drawing tube on the desk. It makes a hollow thump.

“Jess I-”

“Supergirl, do you know how long it takes to finalize a business proposal, pitch it to the board, persuade the board and finally have a contract drawn?”

Supergirl gulps again. Lena’s eyes are wild next to her, she doesn’t like not knowing what the next best move is, Jess knows this all too well.

“Uhhh- no?”

Jesus Christ, you’d think after years of shadowing Cat Grant, she'd had at least learned a thing or two. Then again, if somebody is full on glaring at her after getting caught red-handed, Jess doubts she could answer coherently too.

“That’s right,” Jess says, “You don’t.”

“Jess,” Lena repeats pointedly. She knows that tone. It’s a warning.

“Ms. Luthor.”

A period not a question mark. It’s a challenge.

"I've spent all my evenings working late on that, do you know how many dates I've had to cancel? Just so I can secure a meeting with Qatar and simultaneously sync it with Beijing's time? My boyfriend hasn't seen me in two weeks!” Jess bursts out.

“Two weeks, Supergirl!” She gets close enough to jab a finger to the Girl of Steel’s chest. A feat she will gladly tell all her coworkers later when she’s calmed down enough.

“Not to mention, the 10 other people who worked their ass off trying to make sure that Miss Luthor's presentation is airtight, bulletproof and waterproof!” Lena has the decency to look a little guilty at this point, nothing big though, just a slight tug at her lips, but it was enough for Jess.

“IT TOOK ME 3 FUCKING MINUTES TO PRINT THAT GODDAMN CONTRACT WHICH MIGHT NOT SOUND LONG—” Jess raises a finger in emphasis, “BUT BELIEVE ME WORKING IN L-CORP? A 3 MINUTE DIFFERENCE CAN MEAN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT OR PSYCHOPATH PRESS!”

Supegirl of all people should already know this! For fuck’s sake!

Jess’s chest is heaving. She takes a deep breath, kneads her knuckles to her eyelids, “So, please if you're gonna have sex in the office, please, pleaseeeee clear the desk first. And at least, lock the door.”

She stares them both down, till Lena gives her a solemn nod; cheeks and ears still red. Supergirl squeaks out an, “U-understood, Ma’am.”

“Good. Glad we’ve come to an agreement.” Jess gives them one final nod before finally fulfilling what she came in here to do, “Miss Luthor,” She turns to Lena, “here are the R&D blueprints. Good day, to you Supergirl. I'll be going now. "

When she finally goes home, tells her boyfriend, and wonders aloud if she’ll still have a job the next morning, he tells her she’s such a badass.

And well, Jess can’t disagree with that.

*****

"Did I just- Did I just get yelled at by your secretary?? D-did she just chew us out?"

"She did, and she deserves a raise."

#i call this fic how many commas can i use in one sentence?#i think this is by far the most crack thing ive written #poor jess #in this house we worship and praise jess the secretary and her thrity second cameo in that ONE scene #if u see a typo no u didnt #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts

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My Lil’ Killers

(Not exact words obviously I’m writing this at 5:00 am)

Words-idk I wrote this on tumblr

Published- 1-24-22

Content warning- violence

Fezcos pov-

I watched as (y/n) and ash dipped outta the living room, saw a truck sitting out front for a long time and told them to go investigate. I looked over at Faye who was smoking a blunt.

“Go killers!” She hazily cheered for them as they took a turn. In a matter of minutes they came back in with Cal Jacobs, Ash had the black shotgun and (y/n) was holding a Glock to the side of this talk man’s head.

“Now sit in that fuckin chair, one wrong move, one wrong word, and I will have this kid fuckin kill you.” (y/n) threatens cal as he sat down, gun pointed right at his forehead. She looked hot holding that peice, and ash well looked deadly.

“Understood.” Cal nodded as she took a step back.

“What’re you doin around my house man?” She asked,”you and your son love poking in people fuckin business. First you come to our fuckin job, and now you’re at our house. Wan’ explain?”

“Ya man, you come around askin alotta shit.” I said, he moved in the seat slightly and Ash took no hesitation in putting the tip of the shotgun against his head.

“Stay fuckin still.”

“Look, why don’t you just let me leave or call the cops on me.” Cals voice was slow and precise

“This bitch wanna get the fuckin cops involved?” Ash took his phone out.

“Then call them. Dial them right up Cal, have fun. They’re gon come looking and they won’t find your ass or your truck.” (y/n) let out a small laugh at the end of her sentence.

“Fuckin dial pussy!” Ash pushed him with the gun.

“The cheif of the police, he’d believe me.” Cal said looking back at me.

“Then call them bitch!” ash tempted him, Cal didn’t,”that what I Fuckin thought.” He hit him with the end of the gun,”go ahead,” he hit him again drawing blood from his scalp,”call them.”

I don’t know how I raised such a brutal kid but at times like this im glad I did, cause I know we’d all be safe or get a point across. He reminds me of Gran, I have this hazy memory of her beating this guy with a crowbar but nothing more cause then she hit me accident.

“Why should we even let you walk?” (y/n) knelt down in front of him,one of her hands on his knee,”I bet you like this, me sitting on my knees infront of you, you like minors right?”

“What?”

“All I want-“ ash hit him again,”fuck kid-“ and again.

“Yo ash, calm down some.” And he hit him again.

“Jesus.” Cal muttered,”all I want is the disc.”

“We ain’t got no fuckin disc.” (y/n) said, obviously she knew what he was talking about,” I even told your bitch ass son that.”

“What disc? Yo this gotta do with Jules and Rue?” Cal stayed silent as (y/n) stood up, making him look at her by pulling his face Ik with the end of the Glock.

“What’s on that disc that you need to get sooo badly Cal?”

“A video I took of Jules.” He answered.

“Do I know jewels?” Faye asked nobody answered,”jewels…jewel…hmm”

“What type?”

“I didn’t know she was 17.” He said.

“Yo what?” I asked,”the fuck are you getting at?”

“I recorder her, us.” He admitted.

“This sick suck recorded him and Jules Fucking.” Ash hit him 3 times, blood pouring from his scalp.

“I just…want the..disc.” He was taking deep breaths between his words.

“We don’t got a fuckin disc, why the fuck you think we got a fuckin disc?” I asked, he wiped his eyes removing the blood from his face.

“Because.” Was all he answered before (y/n) whiled his face with the gun,”fuckin shit. Look…just let me go, I won’t- I won’t say anything.” Ash and (y/n) looked over at me and (y/n) made a motion for us to follow.

“Don’t you dare Fuckin move.” (y/n) threatened him begire she walked away. we went into the first room we found and closed the door, it was an office.

“Why does he think we got a disc? The fuck we need a disc for?” Ash asked.

“Because it’s got child porn on it.” (y/n) said,” that coukd ruin his life if it ever got out or got found.”

“Aight so what we gon do? We can’t just let him walk, he’ll probably snitch.” Ash said.

“Worse comes to worse you kill him, we hide his body like we did with mouse, sell his truck and use the money to pay the mortgage.” I said.

“Let’s let him walk for now, but…he’s gotta leave all of us alone, I’m talking Rue, Jules, You, ash, me, all of us. Him and his boy can’t come around askin questions or shit, Nate looks at anyone the wrong way it’s Cals life.” I shrugged my shoulders in agreement.

“Is that thing even loaded?” I asked ash.

“No but he don’t know that.” He sassed back.

“Mine is, come on.” (y/n) started walking but I stopped her.

“How we know he ain’t gon talk?” I asked.

“This bitch is a gay man living a straight man’s life, he’s Fuckin minors and recording it, and we know. I don’t think he’s gonna talk if he knows what’s good for him.” She opened the door and walked out.

“Now that, is a women.” Ash walked out right after her and I followed.

We walked back into the living room, seeing Faye with her head in the couch and Cal with a bloody ass head.

“I’m so confused.” He muttered.

“You’re confused? Shit man we all are.”Ash said.

“Aight man, we gon let you walk, under one condition.” He looked at me,”you gotta tell your boy to stop coming around and messin with my friend and shit, and you too. We don’t wanna see either of you at the shop, around here, and if I see Nate’s talk ass at a party in at…happy New Years bitch.”

“Fine,” he agreed, “I’ll make sure of it…can I go now?” He asked.

“Escort his ass outta here Ash.” I said and he pulled him out of the seat and pushed him forward leading him by the front of the shotgun taking him down the hall.

“Wow, you’re a bad ass Bitch” Faye slurred at (y/n).

“Thank you Faye.” (Y/n) smiled, she out the gun down on the table close to where Cal was sitting and then she sat down in the chair.

“So he’s gay?” I asked and (y/n) nodded.

“Uh-huh sorta.that’s what Jules told me.”

“Now this seems like a hate crime.”

#euphoria #fezco euphoria #fezco fanfic #cal jacobs #ashtray euphoria #faye euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria fandom #Gegewrites

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Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about.

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own.

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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