#gotta make him look as small and pitiful as possible :)

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 5: Sickness

Ah yes, my specialty. (making him suffer)

Bundled in a blanket, feverish yet chilled, vision very blurry.

whose cool hand and gentle voice does this belong to...?

alt version featuring my own whump prompt :3

wanted to try drawing it at least once

he's getting dehydrated but can't move...

so he gets a helping hand from a capable detective <3

[wonryllis]

、 ꔫ REFUSED KISSES AND POUTY WHINES.

. . ──𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍.

﹙ 𝒘𝐞𝐛 ⭑ 𝒅𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝓁𝓈. ﹚ enhypen enamoured with their girlfriend. fem!r. fluff, fluff and lots of fluff. requested. wordcount` 1180. アーカイブ ARCHIVE?

PLS REBLOG!!!!

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 you are both dating and everyone knows it so why can't he, your lovely boyfriend kiss you infront of your parents? "lee heeseung! i swear—" "i swear it'll be quick she won't notice, promise!" heeseung immediately whispers back, standing close, his arms around you helping you peel oranges while your mother stands by the stove a few steps away, "no, hee baby later please?" you whine, embarrassed to your bones at the possibility of being caught with yours lips locked to a guy even if he's your man. "but like bubs, your parents kissed infront of us earlier?" he's genuinely conflicted. "they pecked and knowing you, it would definitely not be just a quick kiss," you complain and heeseung immediately comes up with his ass solution, dragging you to the bathroom for a kiss session. "h-heeseung th—" you try pulling away for a breath but he just pulls you back in, "shh just kiss me,"

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 it was the hardest battle of his life, but it was important. how can he let you take advantage of him when he's drunk, he has a girlfriend he loves too much to ever do this? and who is that girlfriend? "jay, believe me baby, i am the girlfriend you are talking about," you reassure him again, helping him sit on the bed after breaking your back trying to get him in his own house because apparently you were kidnapping him. "no! stop taking advantage of me! i love my girlfriend!" he wriggles against your hold, defensive and wary. "and i love you too baby, it's just a small kiss, we do this everyday," your hands soothe across his shoulder blades trying to calm him down and clear his fogged brain. "no only my girlfriend can kiss me, get away!" "then who do you think i am?" he looks at you for a few seconds,"oh babyyy? when did you get—" "perfect!" and you pull him in for a short sloppy kiss.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 he is utterly devastated at your behaviour. like what do you mean "don't kiss me!" you're his pretty baby, of course he gotta give you a kiss. "jake! baby please," you whine for the umpteenth time, "exactly baby please," jake whines back for the umpteenth time. it's an amusing sight for the others around the dinner table, watching jake lean into you again and again only to be pushed away every single time. "it's just a kiss," he reasons, giving you his puppy eyes, "my lipgloss will be ruined honey," your answer just makes him groan, a tragic pout on his lips. it's obvious how much he's dying to kiss you and how strong his will to is, because he sure ain't looking like giving up anytime soon. "you know what—" this time he grabs your face in a haste, slams his lips onto yours for a quick, yet messy kiss, "you look the prettiest with your lipgloss smudged and ruined," grinning wicked.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 so distressed so impatient, he can't wait to be home to give you all the kisses he wants to, for as long as he wants. "just one at the red light?" he begs, desperate for the feel of your lips against his after being deprived of it for the entire day spent with both of your families. "no love, you'll get distracted and we're just five minutes away," you look out the window, avoiding the pitiful looks he gives you every two seconds. "but angel, i'm already so distracted, i can't think of anything but kissing you," his voice comes out frenzied, trying his best to focus on the mirrors and the road, but you are like sitting right beside him how can he ignore that?? "i'll give you a peck at the next traffic okay," you attempt to appease your boyfriend but suddenly he's swerving the car to the side and immediately grabbing you by the jaw, "let's just kiss now and go home," his lips moving on yours hard and restless.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢 he has to be strong, strong, strong, strong sunoo keeps repeating it over and over again in his head everytime he sees your sullen face over refused kisses. "baby please, please, please," you plead, giving your best pout to him as you wait in the line together. he doesn't say anything, watching you order his favorite drink and bring it to the table by the window. "can i please kiss you now? i even got you your favorite boba," you ask, dragging your chair closer to his. "no i'm still mad," he sips away at his drink, gazing out to avoid his control breaking away at your doe eyes staring at him apologetically. however when a few minutes pass by and there's not another word from you, sunoo feels way too guilty, "how's your flavor?" he asks, and when you offer your drink he leans to peck your lips leaving you stunned, "you wanna try mine?" you nod gleeful, "then kiss me,"

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 he understands, he swears he does, but his heart is just longing for your kiss what can he do. and with you more often than not he listens to his heart over his mind. "jungwon, behave," you warn, adjusting his tie in a hurry while his hands loop around your lower waist, trying to sneak in a kiss. "but baby there's like twenty more floors," he whines pointing at the digital screen of the elevator,"and we are running late baby, it's my sister's wedding, i'm the maid of honor. i can't have my make up messing up, there's no time for fixing it," but the more you speak the more tempting your lips look to him. "just one kiss," he begs and before you can answer he's sucking onto your lips in desperation, pulling away for air for a split second and latching back for a second kiss,"here i brought tissue and your lipstick," he reveals bashfully at last, helping you just as the doors slide open.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 he is bold and you are not. he is shameless and you are not. he is desperate and you are too what? first of all it's unruly and so not moral to be kissing in the corridors, anyone could catch you anytime. "don't worry princess, no one cares. it's college not school, people don't give a damn," riki tries convincing you, cornering you against the hallway wall again only for you to push him away by his chest. "no it's— i don't wanna be seen like that," you explain, looking either way a little too long. "i'm not yet used to kissing in public like this," looking down at your feet you wait for riki to say something but instead he pulls you by the wrist, rushing into an empty lecture hall nearby. "are you okay now?" he asks cornering you into a desk this time,"the cameras," you point teasingly and riki grins when he realizes that, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, giggling and smiling each time you pull away.

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[abcjxyzyeo]

Mr Brightside.

summary; Ever since you joined the gaang, Zuko had kept his eye on you. Even tho he hasn't officially joined your team, he thought you were kind, sweet, and good looking. But unfortunately for him, his mind tormented him with thoughts of you and Sokka, assuming you two were a couple. When he finally joined, he tried to make a move but yet it only confirmed his fears. Until...

Pairing; Zuko x afab!Reader(romantic) , Sokka x afab!Reader(platonic)

AN; !!!!! first post !!!!! Kinda nervy writing this cuz it's my first time writing something but I been on my avatar shiiii so yk I gotta do what I gotta do !! Anyways yea this is like kinda sorta based on Mr. Brightside by The Killers but it's also like not ?? And again it's my first time writing so the plot and dialogue and everything abt it is def messy and possibly rushed but pshh enjoy !! And also not to be a lil spoiler but ofc Zuko and y/n get together in the end 😘😘😘

Warning; Angst(???), F!reader(mentioned !!), sex and sexual implications(???) idfk 😭😭😭

Zuko paced back and forth, unsure what to do. You were the only thing on his mind, it bothered him and he had to do something about it. But yet ever since that day when you two first met, Zuko couldn't let go of the fact you were probably Sokka's girl. But he couldn't let go of your kindness, you sat and cried next to his uncle that had just been struck with lightning. But obviously, his emotions getting the better of him, he shot fire at you and Katara. He watched as Sokka grabbed your hand and waist pulling you up and running away. But eventually when he had gathered all his courage(which took a while) and his strength he walked up to you.

Comin' out of my cage and I been doin' just fine Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all

"Hey y/n." he grimly uttered

"Zuko! Hey! Why so down? Did someone die?" you chuckled to yourself

"Uh n-no. I was just wond-"

Just when he was about to admit his feelings, here came the killer of all his courage. Strutting with intensifying ego. Sokka. With widened eyes, Zuko stared as Sokka scooped you up and twirled you around. Wrapping your beautiful arms around his neck and burying your head with them. Zuko looked down and saw his hands firmly carry you while holding your ass. A twinge of pain and jealousy struck his intestines hard and fierce.

"What's on your mind?" You said with immense joy in your voice, but yet not looking Zuko in the eyes. Your attention now only focused on Sokka staring into his dazzling eyes.

"Uh, can I talk to you.. alone." Staring dejectedly at Sokka, and he simply shrugs, setting y/n down and walking away.

Zuko can tell you are obviously annoyed, and it worries him. Maybe he isn't wrong and you and Sokka are a thing, his palms start to become slick with sweat and he lets out an exasperated sigh with a low flame following.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

You watch as Zuko walks intensely closer, invading all your personal space. It wasn't a problem with you but it was definitely confusing. Zuko opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Letting out a groan of frustration, he made a quick fast move. Grabbing the back of your neck and the small of your back, pulling you in and landing his lips on yours. At first for one mere second you found yourself kissing him back for a second, but when you came to your senses you pushed him off. Zuko falling flat on his butt and looking up at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Zuko what the hell?" You yell trying to shake off the weird feeling in your gut

"Y/n I'm sorry!" He tries to yell while you turn and run towards Sokka, great, you just kissed some guys girlfriend, he thought. "Ugh, I can't believe how stupid I am!" pitiful tears welled up in his eyes before he violently wiped them before they could even think of spilling out of his delicate eyes, god that was embarrassing. He got up and threw himself in his tent to try and take a nap to even forget what he did.

Now I'm fallin' asleep and she's callin' a cab While he's havin' a smoke and she's takin' a drag Now they're goin' to bed and my stomach is sick And it's all in my head

Zuko throws the sheets off of him, sitting up in a cold sweat. He wipes the sweat off the back of his neck.

"Shit," he utters

He kept having weird dreams about you and Sokka, as if he was looking right at you two, having to watch a repeating nightmare of the girl of his dreams get taken by another guy. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. Clutching his stomach that's tied in all forms of tight painful knots making his throat slick with spit. Maybe if he just thought of anything else he would have some form of nice sleep.

But she's touchin' his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look, it's killin' me And takin' control

Zuko was having yet another horrid nightmare, but it felt all too real. He had left his tent and made his way to yours to apologize for stepping over lines. Weird noises, smells, and heats emitted from your tent though. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it up, horrified at the scene in front of him. A topless Sokka laid over you on the ground, he was carefully stripping you of all your clothes. You looking over and making straight eye contact with Zuko as Sokka slides himself in.

Zuko shoots his upper body up covering his eyes and yelling. Softly opening up his eyes he realizes it was all a bad dream. But oh God what if that's actually happening? He wipes the sweat off his forehead and swiftly got up and out of his tent in one motion.

Jealousy, turnin' saints into the sea Swimmin' through sick lullabies Chokin' on your alibis

Zukos eyes landed on Sokka watching you practice your earth bending. He slipped down into a spot next to Sokka and blissfully watched a girl he can never have. He looked at Sokka through his peripheral vision, that very familiar pinch of jealousy hitting close to home.

"You're a lucky guy," he uttered

That caught Sokka by surprise and he laughed

"What?"

"Y/n, look how talented she is! And she's kind and pretty, and she's yours."

This caused Sokka to laugh even harder

"Lighten up Zuko! Y/n isn't my girlfriend, she's just a close friend of mine being Suki's sister and all. I see Suki a lot in Y/n and according to Azula with Suki in prison it's nice to still have a piece of her somewhere."

But it's just the price I pay Destiny is callin' me

This caused Zukos eyes to widen fiercely. Everything he had worried about simply drifted away, even if you had rejected him he still felt worlds better. A giant boulder sized relief fell of his shoulders.

Y/n saw Zuko and Sokka sitting together and waved to both the boys with a happy smile, walking up to them and nodding Sokka off. Leaving the earth bender and the fire bender alone. Before you could say anything Zuko shot up from the floor.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant to overstep any boundaries I just thought-"

He was cut off by the feeling of lips on his own

"You talk too much," you giggled "I'm sorry for brushing you off earlier I was just caught by surprise and I was nervous. But I do like you Zuko."

Zuko smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into yet another kiss.

"I like you too."

Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

[simp-ly-writes]

Safehouse

Pairing: Platonic!Task Force 141 x Reader

Summary: When a mission goes south, the team is looking for a safehouse to keep their heads down but little do they know of the small family you keep hidden away from the world.

Warnings: some light swearing and depictions of blood.

A/N: Inspired by the Avengers: Age of Ultron - Safehouse Scene.

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

The night mission had gone terribly. You had been deployed for over six months now and for all that stress to amount for nothing had a new rage encompassing your mind- distracting you from the bullet wound you sustained while trying to escape from a collapsing building. The intelligence your team was meant to collect falling down with it.

Shaking your head at the back of the SUV, you grasped your thigh tight- doing your best to hold the bleeding. Gaz was doing is best to help aid your wound as Johnny fished around in the trunk- throwing medical supplies over the seats as he let out a string of curse words and unknown English.

"Fucking-hell Johnny- you curse more than I do- and I am the one bleeding!" You croak out, sweat dripping down your forehead as Kyle fishes out the bullet. John is doing his best to keep the car ride smooth as Simon tries to radio Laswell to only receive silence in return.

Communications were down, Simon is now telling Price off for driving shit as you were about to lose your shit if Kyle did not get this bullet out of you sooner and Soap stopped sounding like a chicken with its head chopped off while flinging himself around in the trunk.

"Hows it going back there Gaz?" Price asks while gripping the steering wheel- your sharp breath intakes of pain are sending guilt flooding down his spine. He should have accounted for the possibility of more hostiles being at the location.

"Oh you know Captain, its going swell- blood and all sorts," Kyle retorts, his hands shaking as he finally gets ahold of the bullet and starts to carefully remove it from your body. The car runs over a hole in the road causing his hand to waver significantly as he apologizes to your groan of pain. The metal tools digging into your skin again.

"Any pain receivers back there Soap- booze... anything?" You ask as your vision turns slightly blurry, your head swimming side to side as the car turns from the ever-growing pressure in your thigh.

"Negative. Can't find anything back here- Simon, you have a torch up there in the glovebox?" Johnny calls out before swearing once more as a piece of gear slams on to his hand. Shaking out the pain a flashlight hits him square in the head- "thanks-mate, much appreciated."

"No problem," Simon replies calmly before testing the radio once more, looking in the rear view mirror in pity as he witnesses your pain without being able to do anything about it.

Kyle fishes the bullet out of your thigh, dropping it into a clear plastic bag before temporarily dressing your wound as you whisper out your thanks, your voice gone horse as the need for sleep overtakes your body.

"Hey, hey, hey. Gotta stay awake for now. Your wound will soon become infected if I can't dress it properly. We haven't got enough supplies in here-" Kyle starts to say before Price cuts him off- taking another sharp turn as you make your way out of the city.

"Anyone know of any places we can stand down for awhile, get their leg done-up?"

The car is met by silence as you groan out, closing your eyes harshly before cursing. Simon turns to look back at you- he knows what you are planning to say before he tilts his head to your opening eyes. Asking if this is really what you were going to do.

You only nod once before looking through the rear-view mirror at Price, "I know a place..."

"Tell me which turn to take next." And before you know it, the last of your secrets withheld from the group are about to fall like a house made of cards.

--

The sun had began to rise as Price pulls into the dirt driveway. A dull-yellow farmhouse sits atop a hill with a wrap-around porch to add to its charm. Gaz looks out the window and back at you, confused as to why you know of this place- seemingly off-the-grid. You only offer a small bittersweet smile in return before asking him to help you out of the car and to the front door.

Johnny stumbles out of the trunk as Simon pulls him aside, warning his best-mate to keep his outbursts and comments to a lesser state before walking up the front stairs. Soap looks around with squinted eyes, the garden is well-kept as is the exterrior of the home. The lawn freshly mowed as a swing drifts lightly in the wind from under an oak tree just down the hill. A few sets of bikes sit by the garage- painted a farmhouse red as he hears you fumble through your keys kept within your tactical vest.

Swearing out, Simon shoves him once in warning before the door is opneing and the boys soon follow you inside. Dusting off their boots while staring into the space in awe.

"This is not the usual safehouse- what is this place?" Gaz asks you while stepping into the living room and picking up a picture frame from a side-table. He looks at the image intently before turning it to the Captain who clutches the frame in his hands, a softness coating his eyes as he stares at your back.

You are unknowing of their stares as you walk into the kitchen. The sink is flowing as dishes are being stacked on the countertop. A radio plays a distant tune from the sunroom as you wrap your arms around your partner who looks up quickly. Viewing your reflection with theirs as they scream out in suprize. Dropping the plate while drying off their hands- they give you a large hug and kiss on the cheek, you feel as their hands shake against your form.

Price, Johnny, and Kyle all race over to the commotion as Simon leans against the archway to the living-room, his eyes crinkled as he hears feet stirring from up the stairs.

Wrapping your arm around your partners waist, they lean their head on your shoulder before narrowing their eyes playfully at all the new bodies in the home, "And who might these people be, luv?"

"Hmmm, just a couple of strangers from work" you say in a teasing tone before kissing their forehead and casting a smile at Johnny who stands with his mouth-agape.

Price steps forward, your wedding-day picture found back on the table as he extends his hand towards your partner- giving it a light shake while introducing himself. His brain still firing on how you managed to hide this all from him for years. His eyes shift over to your own, his head with a slight tilt as you mouth, not now at the sounds of little feet running down the stairs- calling out your name.

"Mom/dad! you're back-you're back!" they call out, clashing into your legs as you wince out slightly- your wound still open as your partners eyes fall to it in shock before removing the children from you.

Kissing the tops of their heads and giving their hair a slight ruffle. You look over at Simon who stands with his arms crossed by the stairs- someone is a bit disappointed. "I think you forgot to hug Uncle Simon back as well," you tease out as the children jump up and down before tackling the man to the ground.

Shaking your head at the scene as your partner laughs beside you, Kyles cough breaks your focus as he points to your leg, "ah-yes, sweetheart? do you know where the medical kit is?"

"by the sink dear... I will... leave you both to that one," they say with a slight wince escaping their mouth at their ends yet their eyes hold determination- you will be getting an earful of it tonight in bed.

Giving them a wide smile, you crack Gaz one on the back before hobbling over to the kitchen sink once more.

--

As you exit the room, Kyle following in tow. John speaks to your partner, "Had I have known- I would have never came here. I apologize for barging in on your family."

Your partner looks as the men, throwing a waving hand in their face, "My love did their best to keep this place off the files and databases- that could only last for so long- I suppose. Laswell did her fair-share to help us as well- she knows of our situation all too well..." they trail off- staring at Johnny's freshly inked tattoo with a smile.

"You know- I was very confused when they wanted to get new ink done. Good to see the reason why now- I was always happy to know they had more partners out there. Thank you for making sure they come home to me every time... I-I would never know what to do without them- the kids would say the same."

"It's an honour truly, ma'am/sir, serving by your partners side. Seeing what you both have made here... it only pushes me to work harder in order to obtain the same," Johnny says, a blush coating his cheeks as he feels Simon staring him down from building legos with the kids on the rug. The masked-man gives Soap a nod in gratitude before introducing the kids as your partner moves to clean the upstairs guest rooms.

--

John exits the house, seemingly overwhelmed by the images and nature of the estate. Looking at the various rolling hills, the flowers drifting in the morning breeze as birds sing in the air. He closes his eyes, standing on the porch- letting off a sigh.

"Everything al'right, John?" Gaz says from the doorway, drying off his hands with a hand-made hand towel. The Captain closes his eyes before turning around to answer, "I think that an old man like me is discovering everything that this job hasn't allowed me to do."

"Cap-" Gaz begins to reply, his eyes falling in worry as he walks over to Price.

"No, no. Its what must be done so others can have lives like this," Price says while shaking his heads and looking off to the side. You yell lunchtime from the kitchen as every flocks to the sunroom overlooking the farm-grounds.

╰┈➤ A/N: hope you enjoyed this!

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Declaration of Independence || LS2

Pairing: ex!Lando Norris x Piastri!Reader, Logan Sargeant x Piastri!Reader, Lando Norris x Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: When you find your boyfriend in the arms of his ex-team mate you realise all the rumours were true. With nothing keeping you in Monaco you head to your twin brother’s place in London before planning to return home to Australia. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, sexual themes, angst, hurt/comfort, alcohol WC: 8k

The phone rang for so long you thought it was going to go to voicemail but your younger brother must have caught it on the last ring. He could hardly talk as he panted from whatever exercise his personal trainer was putting him through and you stiffened your trembling lip, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Jacky?”

You could almost see his forehead crumpling in confusion as the seconds ticked by before he answered. “What's wrong?”

“Shit,” you whispered as his protective tone triggered fresh tears and you heard him excuse himself from the gym citing ‘something’s wrong with my sister’. If only he knew how true that was. “I, um, need a favour.”

“Of course, whatever you need,” he answered instantly as a door banged shut at his end of the line. 

Overhead you heard the last call for the flight out of Nice you had bought a last minute ticket for and you shoved your phone between your ear and shoulder so you could fish your passport and boarding pass from your handbag. “Can I crash on your couch for a few days? Just until I can organise a flight home?”

“Home…what do you mean home?” Oscar asked, a moment before the request for a facetime popped up. His red and sweaty face filled your screen and you were sure yours looked similar from all the crying you had done on the drive from Monaco. “Are you at the airport? Where’s Lando?”

You shook your head as you tried to think of the words but they failed to emerge as you walked through the bridge to the plane that was waiting for you. “I…can I stay? Please.”

Worry filled his face but he nodded. Of course you could stay with him, you never had to ask, you were family. “I have a meeting with Zac soon but send me your flight number and I’ll send someone to pick you up.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can get a taxi.”

“No way. If it wasn’t Zac I promise I would be there, sis.”

“I know,” you sniffled, seeing you were at the plane door. “I’ve gotta go but thank you.”

“I’ll see you in a few hours,” Oscar said softly, pity in his eyes. “Love you.”

“You too, Jacky.”

At first glance you thought maybe Oscar had forgotten to organise a ride for you. Dozens of suited chauffeurs held little signs up with names but none of them were yours and you started to make your way in the other direction only to find a familiar face.

“Hey,” Logan greeted with a smile, tugging the cord of your hoodie you were hiding under. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to pick up a suit and a whiteboard.”

You stepped into his open arms with a small chuckle that lacked its usual energy. “I suppose I can forgive you. I’m sorry you were roped into this. Isn’t this way below your pay grade?”

“Wait, I could get paid for this?”

You stepped back with a laugh and patted your pockets. “I only have a couple of euros on me, so you are out of luck there.”

He started to laugh before looking around you and saw you had no luggage with you. “I thought you were coming to stay with Oscar?”

“I, um, left in a hurry,” you said as your chest tightened again and you looked at the floor. The thought of returning to the bedroom and packing a bag had your stomach turning. “I’ll get some clothes later today.”

You could still see them, their bodies writhing between the sheets you had slept in only hours earlier. You had been hurt, finding Lando in the arms of another, but the real shock had been when he pulled away at your gasp and you saw Carlos’ dark head of hair on your pillow. The man you had welcomed as a friend into your home, the man you had been on double dates with countless times, was fucking your boyfriend - or being fucked by - you couldn’t quite tell from where you stood frozen in the doorway.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Logan said quietly, tucking you into his side as he saw your waterline begin to fill in the silence. The tears slowly leaked down your cheeks as he guided you out of the terminal and to his car, belting you in when you couldn’t move for fear you would fall apart. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I can’t,” you admitted as you shook your head and pulled your hoodie back now that you were behind tinted glass. You had learned quickly just how many people followed and photographed F1 drivers and didn’t want to find yourself on the gossip pages again just yet, or ever.

He sighed but gave you a nod before turning the engine on. “Well, when you are ready, I’m here.”

“No, Lo, I can’t tell anyone, ever. I signed an NDA.”

“Seriously?” He put the car back in neutral and pulled the handbrake as he swivelled in his chair to face you as you confirmed it with a short nod. “What the fuck. Does Oscar know?”

“Not yet. It’s…complicated.”

Logan bit his lip as he fought the urge to ask more questions but he had known you long enough to know you wouldn’t be pressed on a matter. You were blunt that way, just like your brother - so he pushed the matter from his mind and started the journey to the city where Oscar shared an apartment with Lily. 

“If it gets cramped, you can always hang out at my place. I won’t be there much in the day and I know Lily is studying for her exams at the moment. Oscar’s been whining that he hardly sees her face; it's always buried in a textbook.”

“It’s only for a few days, until I can find a flight home,” you said with a shrug. You didn’t exactly want to return to Australia but there weren’t any other immediate plans that came to mind. Oscar worked with Lando, so hanging out with him in the garage like you used to gave you as much excitement as getting your fingernails ripped off.

Logan’s lips turned down at the news as he pulled up to the modern apartment block Oscar had moved into when he settled in the city. “Have my address, just in case - or you can call and I’ll pick you up.”

You grabbed your phone from your handbag and sighed when you found the battery dead. “Shit.”

A click had you look up as Logan grabbed your hand and you wriggled at the ticklish feel of his pen inking your skin. “Problem solved,” he smiled as he clicked the pen shut.

“Old school,” you teased as you twisted your hand to read the address in a suburb not too far from Oscar’s. “Thank you, Lo.”

His eyes softened as you leaned across the console and kissed his cheek before getting out of the car. “Anytime. Seriously, I’m here if you need anything.”

“I know.” You walked around to his window that he had wound down and rested your hands on the trim. “I’m glad Jacky has a friend like you.”

“I didn’t do this for him. Technically you were my friend first.”

You smiled at the memory, how Oscar had called you a traitor for hanging out with his ‘enemy’ back in F3 only for the two to end up becoming close friends after their fight for the championship. “Friends huh? I hope you didn’t kiss him too,” you joked before the image resurfaced of Lando and Carlos kissing in your bed and you pushed away from the car, missing the way his eyes lingered on your lips. “Uh, I should go. Thanks again, Logan.”

You berated yourself the entire way to the one bedroom apartment on the top floor. It was a silly joke. You shouldn’t have even brought up the kiss, it wasn’t something you had really thought about in the last two years - when you were happy with Lando. It had just been a summer thing that happened after he moved to F2 but nothing had come of it.

If you were honest with yourself you would admit you ran away. You had caught feelings for Oscar’s friend and ran the moment you realised it. Incidentally, it led you straight to Lando. And look how that turned out.

“Hey, you’re here! Sorry, I just need to run to the library but make yourself at home!” Lily greeted in a rush as she opened the door, tangling her arms in her coat as she tried to hug you at the same time. “Oscar shouldn’t be too far away. He’s picking up Thai for dinner too, so text him what you want. See you soon.”

Your goodbye drifted down the stairs with Lily and you closed the door to see the kitchen table was strewn with textbooks and it overflowed into the living room. You could hardly see the coffee table under the stack of books for her Masters but you moved some that were on the couch aside and settled in with a sigh.

Lando rushed off the bed, pulling the sheet loosely around his body but it bared Carlos completely and you stepped back at the fast approach. You couldn’t stop staring, a thousand questions running through your mind but there was only one that seemed to be repeating. 

“Why?” You should have known at that point how little the physical relationship had meant to you because it wasn’t the fact he had cheated on you that hurt the most. It was the fact he never told you the truth - you were meant to be friends first and foremost - he could have come out to you and you would have accepted him as he was.  “Why didn’t you tell me you were gay?”

Lando’s hands entwined with the sheets, nervously twisting in the material as he hung his head. “No one is allowed to know.”

Your eyes darted to Carlos as he pulled his boxers up and stepped up to Lando’s side, a large hand low on his back, supportingly. “No one can know. Do you understand?”

“No, I don’t understand. I don’t understand what the fuck is happening!” Your breaths came too quick, the room starting to sway until Lando caught you and guided you out of the room to the couch. His voice murmured apologies quietly with each step but it felt like you were listening from beneath the surface of turbulent waters.

“-both our careers.”

You blinked twice as the sound began to clear and you focused on Lando’s lips still swollen from Carlos’ kisses. “If anyone finds out then they will void our contracts.”

“So you were just using me? And Isabella?”

Carlos looked away at the mention of his ex-girlfriend and you wondered if she had been through this very same situation, or if she were blissfully unaware after their breakup. Had she been sat in front of the two of them, Carlos sitting closer and Lando the one on the other single seater couch observing quietly.

“No, fuck, no, it wasn’t like that,” Lando assured as he squeezed your hand. “I love you.”

You saw the hesitancy in his eyes that were frightened and sad, and everything else all at once. “But…you love him too.” You could do the maths and remembered the rumours that had been swirling since he joined McLaren. He had loved Carlos before he ever even met you. “I wish you told me, before I loved you too. I’m, uh, I’m just going to go now.”

“Wait, you can’t go,” Lando panicked as he gripped your hand tighter. “No one can find out.”

“I won’t tell anyone, Lan, it’s not my place, but you could have trusted me. I would have been happy for you,” you whispered as you wiped your eyes, “but now I’m just hurt and embarrassed.”

You started to pull away from Lando’s hands but he sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging. Carlos shifted forward, ready to reach for Lando before your hard eyes cut to him and he froze. “I’m sorry,” Lando murmured reluctantly. “I know you wouldn’t say anything, and I know I’m an asshole to ask, but…”

You swallowed as you waited for the next punch to come but Lando shook his head as if it physically hurt to speak. 

“We need you to sign some papers,” Carlos finished for him. “A non-disclosure agreement.”

A bitter laugh choked from your lungs. “You guys really had this all planned out didn’t you. And if I say no?” True panic widened Lando’s eyes and his chest filled with a shaky intake of air, making you feel guilty for even asking. With a resigned sigh you dropped your head in your hands and muttered, “I’ll sign whatever you need, then I’m gone.”

“You don’t have to go.”

“What do you want from me, Lan?” you asked, tugging your hair in exasperation. “What do you want me to do? Join your harem? Be your housekeeper? What!”

“I…I just don’t want to be alone again,” he whispered, a look of longing cast back to Carlos who flinched. 

You stood up, watching him shrink back as you rose over him. “I’m not going to be your bed warmer because the person you actually want isn’t available full time. Now hurry up and get me the papers to sign while I pack.” You started to make your way to the bedroom before changing your mind and going to the home office where the computer and printer was along with Lando’s sim racer. “Actually, I’ll just start completely afresh, you can donate everything. Or bin it, I don’t really care.”

Lies. Lies. Lies. You did care. You were just too stubborn to let it show.

Dropping into the office chair, you opened your phone while you waited for the NDA knowing it wouldn’t be long since they were already prepared - like they had run through the scenario before. Tiktok seemed like a good way to waste some time until the second video was a CarLando edit and you nearly broke the screen as you slammed the phone down on the desk. 

“You ok?” Lando asked as he popped his head in the room at the bang.

Spinning away from his sad blue eyes you dropped your head on the desk with a thud. “Don’t ever ask me that stupid question again.” He started to leave the room but he stopped at the choked sound that came from your throat. “You know, I would have been an ally - if you had just told me.”

“An ally?” he echoed as Carlos joined him in the doorway. 

“But now…”

“You are an enemy?” Carlos asked, his tongue running across his teeth until Lando elbowed him. 

“No, not an enemy, don’t put words in my mouth. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you like losing your jobs, I just can’t be happy for you either - not at my own expense.”

A bounce jolted you awake and your hand lashed out, slapping your brother’s arm where he had flopped down on the couch beside you. “Asshat.”

Oscar grinned but it faded quickly as he turned serious and took in your appearance - just what you needed with an already damaged self-esteem. “You okay?”

“Been better.”

“Want to send him a bag of dicks?”

“He’d probably like that,” you said with a snort before shaking your head. “No, I honestly just need something to take my mind off him.”

Oscar smiled sadly. “I would offer to go out tonight but Kim would probably kill me if I missed training in the morning, or god forbid the flight. How about we go and get absolutely trashed on Sunday after the race? You are still coming, right?”

You had debated avoiding the race entirely but when Oscar did the worst pair of sad puppy eyes you held your hand out and shook on it. “Deal. Now what’s for dinner?”

“I got a bit of everything since you didn’t text me what you wanted.”

“Phone’s dead, can I use your charger?”

“Yeah, it’s next to the bed,” he said as he jutted his head to the bedroom before pulling himself up with a groan and complaining about his ageing body.

“Shut up, I’m older than you are.”

“You were only born eight minutes before me,” Oscar complained as he led the way to the breakfast bar - the only space large enough to seat three people for dinner.

“As someone whose races come down to one thousandth of a second I think you of all people would understand eight minutes is quite substantial.”

“She’s got a point,” Lily said with a giggle as she set the plates. 

“No she doesn’t, whose side are you on?”

“Oh, Jacky-boy, it was the first race of your life and I won. Lah-hoo-zah-her.”

Something warm and wet hit your face and you narrowed your eyes at Oscar as he picked up another string of pad thai. “Say that again?”

Lily sighed as your lips parted and you matched his smirk, knowing it was going to cause carnage but at least it was familiar territory and a good distraction. “Loser.”

Lily and Oscar had gone to bed hours ago but you couldn’t sleep. The sound of the city was louder than what you were used to and the couch wasn’t as comfortable when you weren’t completely exhausted. 

Tossing the blanket back, you went to the bathroom and grimaced at your reflection. Dark circles hung under your puffy eyes and you were grateful that you had done some shopping after dinner. After making yourself a little more decent with a layer of makeup and some warm clothes you decided to take a walk to clear your head.

The streets only grew busier the further you walked from the nice neighbourhood and you found yourself in front of a pub that was overflowing with people despite it being so early in the week. You really shouldn’t have listened to the little voice in your head but you couldn’t argue that it had been one hell of a day so you agreed to treat yourself and stepped inside. 

Logan woke to a loud knock at his door and rubbed his eyes until the blurry clock beside his bed came into focus. Stumbling from the bed with his phone in hand, he padded his way downstairs and wondered who could be showing up at 2am until he saw you swaying in the peephole. Ripping the door open he didn’t realise you were using it to balance and caught you as you fell into him.

“Hey handsome,” you slurred with a grin as you checked out his shirtless body, feeling the hard muscles across his torso, before turning to wave back to the cabbie parked on his driveway. “Told you he was real!”

“Go inside, sweetheart, I’ll be back in a minute.” Logan settled you back on your feet and kissed your forehead before stepping out of his townhouse, sauntering his way to the black cab who still had his window down waiting. 

“Are you her brother?”

“No, Oscar’s a friend, so is she,” Logan assured the driver as he held out his iPhone to pay the fare. “Where did you pick her up from?”

“The Lion’s Head. She kept asking me to take her to her brother’s flat but had no phone or address. Found this one written on her hand though, lucky for her.”

“Yeah, lucky,” he sighed before patting the door panel and stepping. “Thanks for getting her here safely, you have a good night.”

By the time Logan had locked the door again you were passed out on his couch, your head hanging at an odd angle that couldn’t be comfortable. Scooping you up into his arms, he carried you up to his room, muttering under his breath as he walked, “What the fuck did you do, Lando?”

You woke up in a peaceful haze with a warm arm curled around your waist and soft snores on your neck. You didn’t open your eyes, not wanting to take away from this moment as your mind found itself back in your body and not in the nightmare you had been trapped in. 

“I had the worst dream, baby,” you whispered as you snuggled into the warmth of his chest against your back and felt him wake with a yawn.

“Y/N?”

You froze at the voice in your ear, your eyes being blinded by the morning light as they flew open. “Logan,” you squeaked as you shot upright and twisted to see him on his pillow, the sunlight making him look like a golden greek god. “What the..?”

Your eyes drifted down his bare chest before you caught yourself and fixed them on his blue eyes instead, the shade thankfully far brighter than the pair that had haunted your dreams. “Um, Logan, you’re naked…” you lifted the sheet you had wrapped yourself in and exhaled in relief, “and I am not. Okay. That’s good, I guess.”

“I’m not naked,” Logan clarified as he held his hands up. “You showed up last night really wasted and crashed on my couch.”

You looked around the light modern room with a quirked eyebrow. “This isn’t the couch.”

“Thank you for pointing out the obvious,” he said as he dropped his hands and laced his fingers over his abs and fiddled nervously, drawing your attention back to them before you could stop yourself. “You didn’t look comfortable so I carried you to bed but you woke up crying and…”

Your chest tightened as he trailed off and looked out the window to his small backyard. “And what, Logan?”

“You said you didn’t want to be alone, so I stayed alright? Nothing happened, okay, I just…I couldn’t leave you like that.” He bit his lip as he turned to see your reaction, wondering if he had overstepped without meaning to, but you were already launching yourself across the bed and into his chest. 

“Thank you, Lo,” you whispered against his skin as you buried your head in his neck while his arms found their way around you. 

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he mumbled. “I had to call Osc to let him know where you were.”

“Ugh,” you huffed as you pulled away from him and looked for your phone before remembering it was still charging in Oscar’s bedroom. Your eyes landed on the bedside drawers and found your cash, rings, watch and half a dozen pretzels but it was the clock that blinked angrily at you. “Shit, I’m going to miss the plane!” You scrambled to get out of bed.

“Relax. It’s all sorted,” Logan said with a laugh as he helped untangle your legs from the sheets. “You’re flying with me this afternoon.”

You froze as you found your bodies close and you felt the ghost of his touch where he had held you tenderly and let you fall asleep in his arms. “Logan…”

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered as he closed his eyes and shook his head, but he didn’t move away. 

“Like what?”

“Like you used to.”

‘Fuck, okay I deserved that,’ you thought as he pulled away and walked into his wardrobe. He stepped out a moment later in a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips, but his chest remained bare like he was purposefully trying to taunt you with the sight. Flopping back into the pillows, you pulled his one over your face and silently screamed as you assaulted your younger self for the decisions you had made. 

“Want waffles?” 

You refrained from smothering yourself completely and peeked over the top of the pillow that was saturated in his scent. “Store bought or homemade?”

The incredulous look he gave you had you tossing the pillow aside and rising from the bed. You didn’t know how he did it but Logan made the best waffles and despite being a good cook yourself, you could never replicate it. 

Strolling down the hall with him, you looked across and waved a hand over his body. “So do you own a shirt in this mansion?”

He smirked and shook his head. “Nope, not a single one.”

“If you take me shopping after breakfast I promise to buy you one.”

He pulled a stool out at the kitchen island and pointed you towards it while he went to the pantry and gathered the ingredients. “Didn’t you just go shopping yesterday?”

“That was so yesterday, Lolo,” you drawled as his lips curled up and his chest bounced with a laugh. “I only got some warm clothes because London can’t seem to make up its mind whether it's in a heat wave or a storm. I can’t wear this in Singapore.”

“You’ll absolutely cook,” he agreed. “The humidity is meant to be insane.”

“It is. We usually stopover there on the way home.”

You watched Logan mix all the ingredients and heat up the waffle iron before he put the first batch in and leant against the counter opposite you, resting his elbows on the bench and chin on his hands. “Where are you going to hang out in Singapore?”

You knew he didn’t mean the tourist attractions and shrugged, really not wanting to think about that just yet. “Jacky wants me there so I’m going, but beyond that I don’t know. Lando’s taking care of the ‘announcement’ but I don’t know when that will be posted.”

“I didn’t realise he was such an asshole.”

You opened your mouth but you weren’t sure if you were going to condemn him or defend him so you closed it again.

You had spent hours combing over your relationship with Lando when you couldn’t sleep and realised you weren’t actually as angry about the breakup as you felt you should have been. Maybe that was a sign it was never really that serious, or that the attraction to Lando was simple in that he was good looking and you had built a strong friendship with him. Maybe that was all there was and you misread it all. 

He had still used you, and that hurt like hell. That was real.

“You’re always welcome at my garage, no orange though.”

Your lips twitched as you shook your head in amusement. “Papaya, but thanks, I might take you up on that - if you can save my waffle from burning.”

“Shit!” Logan nearly burnt himself rushing to get the waffle out but with a hefty drenching in maple syrup you could hardly taste the extra crispy parts.

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SINGAPORE

Your phone started to vibrate with notifications as soon as you turned it on after touching down at Changi Airport and you could feel a headache beginning to grow until it felt the size of a certain British race driver. One that wasn’t Lewis or George.

Though you were expecting to see him after reading through the litany of text messages you had missed, it was still a shock to find Lando in the airport terminal.

“Hey man, thanks for giving her a lift,” Lando said with a stiff nod to Logan as he draped an arm over your shoulder and whispered, “I didn’t want to do this, I’m sorry.”

All around, you could see fans taking photos and found Lando’s forced smile waiting for you to respond. Your eyes darted to Logan but he wasn’t helping matters with the glare he was sending Lando so you gritted your teeth and wrapped your free arm around Lando’s waist. 

“I’m not doing this again in Japan,” you whispered back as you waved to a few of the fans. “I don’t care what your PR team says. I’m done.”

You didn’t know where Lando slept, and didn’t care enough to ask as you closed the hotel door in his face. It was one thing to pretend to still be in a relationship in public but it didn’t extend beyond that. He was already asking too much of you.

The peace and quiet didn’t last very long before a persistent knock drummed on your door. “I know you’re in there,” Oscar called out. “Open up before I tell everyone about Bobo-”

You were not amused as you unlocked the door and found the hall empty except for him and the bag of food he held. “Keep my teddy’s name out of your mouth,” you growled as you swiped the bag from him. “Lau Pa Sat?”

“Of course,” he shrugged nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t travelled across the city to go to your favourite hawker stand.

“Thank you. I guess you can come in.”

He chuckled as you made space in the doorway and closed the door behind him. His laugh soon died and he quirked an eyebrow as he passed the trash can and saw the McLaren merch that you had found in the wardrobe. “I’ll try not to be too offended.”

“You’ll get over it.” You took a seat on the couch and opened the containers, spreading the range of dishes across the coffee table as the mouthwatering scent filled the room. “Want some?”

“Race diet,” he reminded you with a shake of his head and a longing look at the food.

“Good, I don’t share well.”

“At least you can have the leftovers for breakfast tomorrow.”

You already had a mouthful of chicken rice and nearly choked on it before swallowing. “Leftovers? Yeah, right. I’m not on a race diet, this isn’t lasting the night.”

Dropping into the seat beside you, Oscar grabbed the tv remote and went straight to the movie channels. After finally deciding on the new Spiderman he settled into the cushions, ignoring the knock on the door, muttering, “Don’t answer him.”

From Logan: open up, I can smell food.

“It’s not Lando,” you said as you tossed the phone to Oscar who went and opened the door before taking his seat again.

“Expecting anyone else?” Logan asked as he saw all the food spread out.

“She’s eating her feelings,” Oscar stated, ducking on reflex as he expected to get a punch on the arm. There was a satisfied smirk on your face when his face disappeared under a well aimed pillow and you blew a kiss to Logan as a thank you.

“Do you want some?” you offered the American a dumpling with your chopsticks.

He leaned closer and looked at the tasty morsel inquisitively. “What’s in it?”

“Don’t ask, mate.” Oscar tucked the pillow behind his head and turned the volume up. “How’d you know I was here?”

“I didn’t come to see you,” Logan said as he dropped a package on your lap before he took a bite of the dumpling, the liquid inside exploding in a mess down your top. “Fuck, sorry.” He reached for the napkins on the table but his shaking hand knocked your drink over and Oscar sat back watching the chaos with a nostalgic feeling as Logan swore again. “Fuck.”

It reminded Oscar of being Logan’s teammate at Prema, back when things were simpler and the three of you would always hang out. Logan was always clumsy around you and it looked like it was something he would never grow out of.

“Is this your present?” you asked as you finally stopped laughing at Logan and picked up the package. “Why aren’t you wearing it? It was a gift.”

Oscar’s interest was piqued and he swiped it from your hands. You had promised to buy Logan a shirt, you didn’t say it was going to be a fashionable one. Opening the bag, Oscar pulled the green shirt out and held it up to read the front before turning it around, cackling loudly.

Got a problem with me? Talk to Mike Krack.

“I am not wearing that,” Logan laughed as Oscar balled it up and tossed it at his head.

“If you won’t, I will,” you dared as you went to reach for it.

“No way,” Logan teased, pulling it out of your reach as you tried to clamber over him to get it. “It's my gift and I’m keeping it.”

“Careful not to hurt him again, sis,” Oscar warned jokingly.

Logan winced at the reminder of the one time your leg had slipped in a similar situation and your knee had met a certain body part he was quite attached to.

“That was an accident!” you huffed as you sat back in your seat and grabbed a dish of Singapore noodles. “Don’t you have a girlfriend to call before her exam?”

Oscar checked his phone and saw the time and jumped up from the couch. “Shit! See you two in the morning.”

“Wish her luck from me, not that she needs it,” you called out as the door closed in his wake. It hadn’t even clicked shut and you had tossed the remote onto Logan’s lap. “Right, find a decent movie and not a bloody cartoon.”

“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?” 

Logan laughed as you narrowed your eyes at him before continuing scrolling down the title list. “Fine, what about the new Jennifer Lawrence one?”

With a full stomach, you put the lids back on the containers and made yourself comfortable on the couch, laying your head on Logan’s lap and using his thigh as a pillow. Just like old times, you smiled as his palm started to brush over your hair softly.

You hadn’t read the synopsis when you agreed to the choice and you started to regret it. The entire plot was centred around a woman who was afraid of catching feelings and so she ran at the first sight of them. You grew uncomfortable as the movie played and neither of you laughed much - you were too busy wishing you didn’t see the similarities of when you did the same to Logan. And Logan, well he had a frown etched deep into his forehead.

“You’re thinking so loud that I’m getting a headache,” you said as you rolled onto your back and looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking about the race. All the races, and crashes. I keep fucking up.” 

You waited for him to continue but he was staring at the tv without really seeing what was there so you paused it. “Mistakes happen. James seems like a good principle - he should have told you this.”

“He is, but I want to be better. I push harder to prove I can but then I crash out, but if I hold back then I come last. I just don’t know how to find the balance. I feel like a failure.” He looked away, ashamed.

You sat up and cradled his cheek in your hand, guiding his face back so you could see his eyes. “You’re not a failure, Lo. You’re a rookie, it’s about learning and getting experience.”

“Oscar’s a rookie too.”

“Yeah, but he had a year of testing to get used to the car. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” You decided at that moment that you were going to take up his offer. “And to make sure you remember it, I’ll be in your garage tomorrow. I might even bring a picket sign so you can see me from the track.”

“You would too,” he chuckled before sighing and releasing the tension in his shoulders. “It's completely selfish of me, but I missed hanging out like this.”

“Me too, Lo.”

“Are you sure you want to go home?”

“No,” you scoffed. “But what else can I do? I only left so Jacky wasn’t on his own but he has Lily now. I have no place to live and everything I owned is probably already in the Monaco landfill.”

“You could stay with me,” he offered before quickly adding, “I have a guest room.”

You couldn’t quite ignore the feeling of disappointment that set in your gut at the thought of being his roommate. “You’re too nice but you’ll want your privacy, it would be awkward if you brought a girlfriend home.” That thought unsettled you even more.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said a little sadly. “I have about the same success with dating as I do scoring points.”

“It’s only a matter of time,” you stated confidently. “I believe in you.”

You were hardly spotted with Lando all weekend but that wasn’t abnormal since his team kept him busy with meet and greets. Unfortunately, arriving with Logan at the airport and then at the paddock each day had caused a few whispers to spread. Rumours of the breakup were popping up on the Wag blogs and the term homie hopper was being thrown around too.

Girl has gone and signed the Declaration of Independence. Y/N belongs to America now. The tweet made you giggle a little bit as you sat in Logan’s garage eating a slice of the cake you had baked the crew. You had kept them supplied with fresh baking all weekend after finding out Logan’s hotel suite had a fully stocked kitchen and they had quickly welcomed you after that.

The busy garage fell silent, the wheel guns shutting off as the mechanics put them down to watch the pair of McLaren men walking in from the pit lane. One smiled at the Williams shirt you wore, the other looked at Logan with a new interest.

“Kim thought he smelt your baking,” Oscar said as he spotted the cake before giving you a hug. “I get not being in papaya but this is just traitorous.”

“I don’t know, I quite like it. I was even propositioned - head baker sounds good to me. Especially since I need a new job.”

Lando’s smile dropped. “Wait, what?”

You could see the people around pretending to be busy but they collectively leaned closer. They were not ignorant to the rumours in the paddock.

“Quadrant doesn’t need me. I know I was only on the payroll because of you,” you said quietly. “I emailed Max my resignation when I got to Nice, I thought he would have told you.”

“Well I’m CEO and, as CEO, I’m not accepting it.”

“Don’t be a dick, mate,” Oscar interjected, placing a hand on Lando’s chest and giving him a little push back away from you.

“I didn’t sign away my basic fucking rights so if you want to piss away your money paying me for nothing then fine.”

A warm body pressed up beside you and you didn’t have to look to know it was Logan, before his accent confirmed it. “I think you should go back to your garage, now.”

Oscar sent Logan a grateful nod and headed towards the floodlights with a firm hand on Lando’s shoulder.

“Drive safe,” you called out, both of their heads turning back at your voice but you were only looking at one of them.

“Of course,” Oscar nodded seriously. “Don’t forget, we’re going out tonight.”

“How could I forget? Free booze - It’s the only reason I came.” You hooked your arm into Logan’s and peeked up at his stoic features, his eyes still staring daggers at Lando. “You’re coming too, right?”

“Sure,” he replied with a smirk. “Someone’s got to make sure you get tucked into bed…again.”

You choked on a laugh as his words had the desired effect and Oscar shook his head as his teammate swept from the room. “If that wasn't about my sister I would hi-five you,” he said with a smile in his tone. “Good luck out there.”

“You too.”

“That was naughty,” you teased as work resided in the garage.

The mechanics were busy preparing the car for the race when your phone vibrated in your pocket and Logan’s attention was taken by his engineer. Ducking away from the distracting noise, you answered the call and pressed a finger into your ear so you could hear.

“It’s, uh, me, Lando.”

“I know, I do have your number.”

“Oh, I thought you might have deleted it,” he cleared his throat and from the quiet at his end you knew he was hidden in his driver room. “I just wanted to let you know I’m posting the announcement before the race. And…I hope Logan makes you happy. Truly.”

“It’s not what you think, despite what he said before. He doesn’t even think of me that way.”

“I’m not sure who you’re trying to convince,” Lando said before sighing. “I know sorry doesn’t begin to cover it but for what it’s worth, I really am sorry. Anyway, I should go.”

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat at the genuine apology, but you weren’t ready to say what he was wanting to hear, you weren’t ready to forgive him. “Drive safe, Lando.”

His exhale of relief drifted through the phone. “Thank you.”

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“Woah, slow down, sweetheart.” The glass was taken from your hand and Logan took a drink of it himself as he settled into the booth beside you. “That’s strong.”

“Fastest way to get drunk, and that’s exactly what I am aiming for.”

“Just let her get it out of her system,” Oscar suggested after breaking away from a conversation with Felipe, the Aston Martin reserve driver he had befriended. “Trust me, she’ll get trashed, blow off some steam and be over him tomorrow.”

“I am over him,” you stated as you took your drink back and jutted your chin to the tv screens replaying the podium celebration hours ago. “I just can’t seem to get away from them.”

Logan frowned as he followed your gaze and saw Carlos and Lando spraying each other with champagne before hugging tightly. “Them?”

Your eyes widened as you realised what you said and you shuffled closer to him. With a quick scan over the others, you found they weren’t paying any attention so you cupped your hand around Logan’s ear for some privacy. “Please forget I said that and never repeat it, please, you have to promise me.”

He chewed his bottom lip in contemplation before tipping his head down to yours and you felt his warmth breath across your cheek. “The NDA was about this, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I don’t want you getting into trouble, and I don’t give a shit what those two do in their own time - he’s still an asshole for cheating on you. You deserve better than that.”

You looked down at your glass, tracing your finger around the salted rim. “You don’t think it’s my fault?”

“What?” he laughed before realising you were serious. “How would it be your fault?”

“I, I don’t know…” you lied.

“You think you turned him gay.” Logan was more astute than anyone gave him credit for, or maybe he just knew you too well. Grabbing your chin, he guided your face back so he could meet your eyes. “Sweetheart, you know that’s not how it works.”

“I know,” you whispered. “He was only with me because he was lonely. And I think I was the same. Oscar had just moved in with Lily and I was alone for the first time in my life. I just keep wondering what would have happened if I answered your call that night.”

His hand dropped from where it had slowly shifted to cradle your cheek. “Why didn’t you?”

You screwed your eyes shut as you remembered the summer that had changed your future completely. You had tried to resist the growing feelings for Logan but after a week spent on his uncle’s superyacht you realised you were deep in it. It had frightened you - the fear of losing him as a friend - if it turned out to be a mistake. It wasn’t just your friendship at risk either, there was the one of Oscar and Logan to think about too.

It had been overwhelming, so when the holiday came to an end you went incommunicado.

That was also the summer where Oscar had quietly been in talks with McLaren and at one of those meetings you had accompanied him to, you met Lando. Friendly, handsome, and no attachment to Oscar at that point, he was the escape you needed.

“Because I realised I loved you and it scared me. It still does, but I’m done running.”

You didn’t know who moved first and the consequences of the actions were far from your mind as your lips met. The club could have been on fire but you wouldn’t have recognised the sound of the alarms as your racing heartbeat echoed in your head and your hands fisted his shirt to pull him closer. You moaned when you felt him deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips as his hand traced down your spine.

His kiss were exactly like you remembered them, pillow soft lips that yearned with a hunger you could match. And you did.

“Dude!” Oscar interrupted as he threw a coin at you. “I’m right here!”

You tossed the coin right back at him. “Look away then, little brother. You’re the one who said to blow off some steam.”

“Ugh, not what I meant,” he said as he finished his beer. “I’m calling it a night. You two…have fun or whatever.”

“Wait, you’re not mad?” you asked as he grabbed his jacket, Felipe deciding to join him instead of becoming a third wheel.

“I’m not your keeper, you’re an adult. God knows you two have been googly-eyed over each other since you met.”

“Was not googly-eyed!”

“Whatever you say.” Oscar laughed at you as he rose from the table and ruffled your hair before clapping Logan on the shoulder. “Take care of her, please.”

“Of course, always planned to.”

Oscar nodded with a final wave. “I know.”

—

The need to get drunk was replaced with another need entirely and it didn’t take long before Logan closed the tab and paid the bill before hailing a taxi. His hand had not left your body for one moment, either resting on the small of your back or holding your hand - like he was afraid if he let you go you would disappear again.

When you woke in the morning, those hands still held you close, his legs tangled between yours, his skin warm against yours. For a moment you found the home you had been searching for since you left Australia as a teenager wanting to carve out a piece of the world as her own. For a moment you were in heaven.

You didn’t know how quickly that feeling would disappear. You didn’t know that photos of you and Logan’s kiss were already going viral.

Whore, slut, gold digger.

“Ignore them, sweetheart,” Logan said as he took your phone and turned it off for the flight to Japan. “You and I know the truth, that’s all that matters.”

It was hard to imagine having the strength to ignore the accusations, especially when you couldn’t defend yourself without exposing Lando. He must have known that too as for a second time in a week you found yourself in an airport terminal and facing your ex.

“Hey.” You didn’t know what to do when he opened his arms for a hug but after a moment you stepped into his embrace. “Logan called.”

You turned to Logan, a look of confusion clear on your face as you waited for an explanation. “It’s his fans bullying you, and if he really wants you to be happy like he said then the least he can do is show them there’s no problem,” he said with a shrug.

“He’s right,” Lando said as he nudged you gently. “I wasn’t lying when I said I hope we could still be friends. If you’re not ready for that then I’ll respect it but I’m still here if you need and I won’t stop apologising.”

Your night with Logan had washed away at the residual hurt that had been left by Lando and you softened at his words. Wrapping your arms around his waist you took a deep breath and released it just as heavily. “I forgive you, Lan. And he does make me happy, he always has.”

He smiled knowingly as you stepped back and under Logan’s arm. “Good. I’m glad.”

You smiled up at Logan before turning it to Lando, feeling lighter than you had all week - maybe all your life. There was no sarcasm or edge when you told him wholeheartedly, “I hope you get your happiness too.”

[the-karma-cafe]

Alll My Moneh | Arthur Morgan

(also posted on ao3 under same username)

based on Arthur's silly drunk line "I lost allllll my money... can I ... have *yours* laydey ?" yes arthur my babygirl you can have all of it

also fun hannibal reference cause i llove

“Bye Ernie!” I called over my shoulder. The man behind the bar smiled and waved as I left the saloon, the doors swinging shut behind me. I brushed my hands off on my dress and stepped down the first couple of steps, eager to head home and away from the drunkards of Valentine. The job was fun, sure, but more often than not-

“I lost allll my money...” A sad voice called out to me from the street.

I glanced over, confused. The man in the dirt street stared at me through unfocused eyes, his stance crumpled and wobbly. He seemed to be searching for something to lean on.

“Can…” he hiccuped, “Can I have yours… laadyy?” his southern drawl lengthened the word.

Despite having dealt with drunk men all evening, I smiled, tilting my head to the side. “You alright sweetie?” He looked like a lost puppy, and, unlike the other patrons of the saloon, he wasn’t saying anything untoward.

The man gave a dopey grin upon hearing my voice, stumbling forward. “M’yeah.” 

I paused, glancing around the street. He didn’t seem to have any buddies with him. I stepped towards him, my hands out and ready to catch him if he suddenly pitched forward. “Hope you don’t mind my sayin’, but you don’t look it.” I pursed my lips. “Where’re your friends, baby?” 

He shrugged and almost fell into me before catching himself a foot away. “Camp.” 

I furrowed my brow in worry. I couldn’t in good conscience let this poor drunken fool wander around the street at night—he was sure to get robbed. “You wanna tell me where that is so we can get you home, cowboy?” I gently touched his arm and he leaned towards the feeling, eyes closing and opening at random intervals. He nodded mutely. 

I went to guide him over to my horse before he wobbled out of my light hold and back into the street, shaking his head. “No! Nooo.... No I don’ wanna go to camp.”

I sighed. “You’ve gotta go somewhere, darlin’.” 

He tried to focus his eyes on my form. “Why you..” he shook his head, planting his feet. “Why d’you care?”

I gave him a pitying look. “I don’t know, mister, but just let me help.” I searched around the street, my eyes lighting on the hotel. I looked back at him, hoping my expression was as comforting and gentle as possible. “You want a room in the hotel instead?”

He eyed me for a beat, suspicious, before nodding and humming in acquiescence.

I held out my hand to stabilize him and he grabbed it instead. I blinked down at our intertwined hands. Not exactly what I had intended, but not… unwelcome. He was closer now, and I could see that he wasn’t like the drunkards I was used to. Much more handsome, and so far, much nicer as well. 

Before he could question why we hadn’t started moving, I guided him towards the hotel, fortunately only a couple doors down, and helped him up the steps and inside. 

The receptionist welcomed us in, noting our joined hands. He smiled knowingly. “Not too loud, now.” He joked. I flushed, stammering out an excuse about how that was not what it was like at all, before paying for and receiving a room key. 

The man with me kept his eyes on me the whole way up the stairs, making no move to help me get him up there. I huffed. He wasn’t a small man. 

We reached the top of the stairs and I dragged him into his room, closing the door behind us. “Alright, mister, let’s get you situated.” His weight was fully on my side and I had to remove my hand from his grip (notably difficult) and wrap my arm around him to keep him upright. I grunted, working my way towards the bed.

He turned and I felt a cool rush of air on my head. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you- Are you sniffing me??” 

He coughed, whipping his head away. “D’fficult to avoid.”

I chuckled good-naturedly. “Hope it was everything you dreamed of.”

I pushed him onto the bed and he flopped over, immediately snuggling into it. I straightened up and exhaled, looking down at him. He looked… cute, like this. He was almost like a child, fisting the blankets and tucking his legs up near his torso. I shook my head, breaking that line of thought. This was silly.

Good deed for the day done, I placed the key on his nightstand and turned to leave. 

“Wait!” A warm weight held my wrist. I turned back to find him looking up at me from the edge of the bed with the sweetest pair of puppy dog eyes I’d ever seen. “Please stay.” He mumbled, like he didn’t want to say it, and definitely would not have if he hadn’t been in such a state. 

I tore my eyes away, looking at the ground. I didn’t know this man. It was enough of a risk just to take him up here—it was even more to stay and sleep here. 

His grip loosened, sensing my indecision. “I understand.” he nodded, not looking at me. “‘M scary.” 

My heart warmed. He was so cute. I reached out and cupped his cheek, guiding him to look at me. He leaned into my hand, eyes closed. “You are so sweet.” I cooed, brushing my thumb back and forth. 

He snorted, eyes opening. “‘M not.” His gaze wandered over my face. Heat rose to my cheeks, not expecting his eyes to hold such warmth and reverence in them. He reached out, his hand aiming for my face but falling and holding my arm instead. His palm was warm. “Yer gorgeous.” The heat in my cheeks flared, painting them a bright red. 

I knew I shouldn’t. 

But he was so sweet... despite his burly appearance, he seemed like he couldn’t hurt a fly.

I sighed and moved my hand from his cheek to run through his hair. He hummed happily, his head nodding forward slightly. “You want me to stay?” He looked up, eyes hopeful.

“Yes.” he breathed. His hand dragged down my arm, shifting and stopping at my hip. My breath hitched. “Please?”

I ignored the warmth seeping into my body from my hip, smiling at him kindly. “How could I say no to that face?” My hand at his neck brought his head closer to me. I heard him hiccup. I pecked the top of his head and ruffled his hair, pushing away from him. 

His hand fell from me limply, his eyes never leaving me as I rounded the bed, shedding my bag and shoes. I contemplated taking off my dress. I had undergarments on but… no, I’d be fine sleeping in my dress. I crawled into the other side of the bed, heaving an exhausted sigh at finally being able to lay down. 

It was quiet in the room, for a couple of minutes. I faced the ceiling, but felt his gaze on me. I turned. His face still held that reverent look. I blushed, unable to fight the smile twisting my lips. “You should get some sleep, sweetheart. That headache when you wake up’ll kill.”

He nodded, slumping over onto his side, facing me. I mirrored his posture, facing him. His eyes wandered all over, but never strayed from my face, despite this being one of my lower-cut dresses. My heart fluttered.  “What’s your name?” I whispered.

His face twitched. “Arthur.”

“Like the king?”

Arthur huffed a laugh. “What’s your name?” He asked instead, just as quiet. I told him. He smiled dreamily. “’S pretty. Suits you.” 

“Thank you, Arthur.” His smile grew hearing his name. “Though I can’t say you’re very kingly presently.” I teased.

He didn’t answer, instead reaching out, brushing hair from my face. I faltered, flustered at how gentle he was. Did he even hear me? His gaze dropped to my lips. “Can I kiss you?” 

I blinked in surprise, searching his face. He pulled his hand back, dragging it over his face and groaning. “Ohh, I’m a fool.” He rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with his hand. 

I wanted to kiss him. I was surprising myself left and right today.

I reached out and touched his shoulder, pushing myself up onto my elbow. He shifted his hand to look at me with one eye. I forced myself to hold his gaze, feeling silly. “You can, Arthur, if you’d like.” 

Arthur dropped his hand. “Would you like?” I nodded.

He moved slowly, like he didn’t want to scare me off. He turned, moving his hand to cup my cheek. I tilted my head up, feeling my stomach flip nervously. He stopped, lips brushing against mine. 

Slowly, I pressed into them.

He groaned into my mouth, his hand moving towards my neck to bring me closer. I sighed happily, moving my hand to his chest. I wanted to explore further, feeling him up and down, but kept myself in check. Kissing was one thing, but... I didn’t want him to do something he would regret. He moved against me, trying to get impossibly closer.

I internally scolded myself. No further than this. I softly, regretfully, pushed against his chest, parting from him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, looking at me with sad eyes. I shook my head. "You're drunk, Arthur."

He frowned. "So?" His hand slid down from my neck, rubbing against my waist. He tugged a little, experimentally. His hand felt hot on my side, pressing me into the mattress. 

I bit my lip. "'S not right, cowboy, you know that." I poked his chest weakly. "If it was me you found out on the street like that, you wouldn't." 

He avoided my gaze. "Wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." I whispered, smoothing my hand over his chest. "I don't think you would, though." I didn't know why I was so sure. There was something about him.

He grunted, pushing into me and nuzzling his head into my neck. I made a noise of surprise, falling onto my back. "You don' know me." His lips tickled my neck as he spoke. 

I smiled, reaching my hands up to tangle in his hair. No, I did not know him, but I sure wanted to after tonight. He relaxed against my touch, almost crushing me under his weight. I didn't mind. I kissed his head, smoothing my hand down to rub circles on his back. Within minutes he was passed out, snoring softly. 

I debated leaving, but he had wormed his arms around me, snuggled in to my chest so cutely that I couldn't. I sighed, shifting my head on the pillow. The hotel was closer to the saloon than my house, anyway. This just made it easier to clock in come morning. (A flimsy excuse, but enough.)

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

I imagine Spider, as a victim of emotional neglect, was likely never taught how to properly deal with his anger. He was taught that showing anger is bad and he should not express it because it makes others feel threatened, but not how to work through it healthy.

Imagine little Spider getting really upset and the emotions are overwhelming him, so he leaves wherever he is and goes into the forest to unload his anger on whatever is within reach. He rips twigs from trees, throws rocks or small logs and accompanies that by high-pitched yelling until his voice goes hoarse. No one except Kiri and Lo’ak know that he does this, because he tries his best to be as far away from ear-shot as possible.

Then imagine Spider, now grown, getting angry at Bridgehead, Sea Dragon, or while out in the woods with the recoms on their mission. All those negative feelings accumulating in him and no way to let them out, so he lets them fester because what else can he do?

And then a minor inconvenience occurs. Maybe Quaritch was just a tad bit too snappy, or Lyle’s snarky comments cut a little too deep, and Spider looses it. He explodes on the entire group, screams so loud he can be heard miles away, and curses the blue soldiers with every bad word he can think of under the Sun, but it’s not enough. His hands shake violently with the urge to snap, throw or punch something and with an animalistic scream, he throws himself at the colonel.

The man goes down on one knee and grabs his hands before the kid can hit him. His grip is that of a vice and Spider has no choice but to incoherently yell and hiss and growl, thrashing in his hold. He doesn’t notice the way other recoms look at him in pity and sadness. They saw a fair share of abandoned children on Earth, and they all had anger issues akin to Spider’s. If they weren’t sure that he was emotionally neglected before — they were now.

Spider screams himself hoarse and tears begin rolling down his cheeks. His attempts to pry himself free get weaker, and war-cries turn to sobs. He hyperventilates, but is no longer violent and it’s then he finally looks Quaritch in the eye. His expression was serious, but not malicious. There as a softness in his eyes, and being held in such a vulnerable moment makes Spider’s tears run faster.

“That’s it kid. Let it out.” He heard him speak lowly into his ear, and sank into the man’s touch, burying his face (as much as the mask allowed it) into the crook of his neck.

Later that evening, the recombinants share their concerns. What they witnessed today was appalling, and they didn’t understand how Spider’s mysterious caretakers would let it get that bad. All while Miles is sitting off to the side, comforting his son. Normally, MJ would never let him get this close, but he desperately needed the comfort.

“We gotta get him a therapist or sum’ ” Lyle whispered, sitting next to Quaritch. “This ain’t normal.”

“ ‘Course it ain’t. Did you see that tantrum? He, sort of, age-regressed?”

“Yeah, a real bad sign.”

“He didn’t even bother explaining himself. Straight up exploded.”

“Which means that no one talked to him about it.”

Miles’s tail lashed like a whip at that fact.

“Yeah…”

Fucking bastards

[waywardxwords]

The Fix - Part 1

Summary: Everyone has a past, but yours seemed to haunt you. You've tried to move forward with a normal life, but the day comes when that's not possible anymore. When Sheriff Beau Arlen enters your life, you're certain he is going to judge you just like everyone else in town does. But something about Beau is different.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Female Reader (Reader has a daughter in this story; also--slow-ish burn)

Warnings: Brief mention of child abduction, very brief mention of domestic violence (non-descriptive), slow burn

Word Count: ~1.5k (This is meant to be a little shorter, but it will pick up as we get into the story!)

The sun had started to settle just behind the Montana mountains as you took a sip from the steaming cup of tea in your hands. The warmth from the cup sent a pleasant shudder over you as you took a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet. The sound of tires upon your gravel drive interrupted the silence and made you inwardly groan. You recognized the truck almost instantly. 

You stayed planted on your rocking chair, but offered a small smile as he opened the car door. 

“Sheriff,” you greeted blandly. While you would never admit it out loud, your heart couldn’t help but flutter when you were graced with Sheriff Beau Arlen’s presence. The man looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ, for God’s sake. But you knew better than that. 

“How’s it goin’, ma’am?” And then there was that sweet, sexy Texas drawl. God, you loved Texan men. But you’d do everything in your power to not let him know that. 

“Well, it was going well, ‘til I heard that truck pull up,” your lips were tightened in a straight line and eyebrows raised in his direction. 

He chuckled softly as he put his hands in his front denim pockets. “I hear ya,” he sighed. After a moment, he continued. “Where’s he at, darlin’?” He somehow managed a sympathetic look, but you couldn’t help but feel like it was covered in pity. He felt bad for you—hell, this whole town did. You heard the rumblings while you were out; you knew everyone and their mama knew your story, and you hated it. 

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t keep a tracking device on my ex-husband,” you sighed. “I haven’t seen him since we all went to court three months ago. That’s a promise, Sheriff.” 

He nodded as he glanced around your property. You weren’t sure if he was looking for something suspicious to accuse you of not being honest, or if he was looking to make sure you were safe. 

“I believe you,” he reassured. “I know I don’t have to tell you, but he’s dangerous. He’s gone off the deep end now that the FBI is lookin’ for him, too.” His green gaze was back on you again. 

“Like you said, you don’t have to tell me,” your stomach churned as you processed his words. You knew now that your ex-husband was on the run, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to cover his own ass. “I was married to him, remember?” 

“I know,” he tried to appease. “You still have my number?” 

“On speed dial,” you nodded as you used your feet to rock on the chair. 

“If you see him, you use it. Got it?” His eyes bore into you in a way that made your heart flutter again. You tried to swallow the feeling away. 

“Yes, sir,” you nodded once more. 

“Good,” he said, his boots crunched against the gravel again as he headed back to his truck. As he opened the door, he looked back at you with a smile. “And how many times I gotta tell you, darlin’? Beau’s just fine. You have a good night, now.” He tipped his hat at you. 

You hoped between the glow of the setting sun and the distance between you, he couldn’t see the rosy blush that crept up your neck into your cheeks. 

“Night, Beau,” you called back. You didn’t miss the way his smile grew as he climbed into the truck. 

Mondays were the worst. The weekends just never seemed long enough. And now that the temperatures were cooling off for autumn, it made it a hundred times harder to get yourself out of bed. This morning felt more like the start of winter—a bitter 39 degrees outside. But you had gotten up because you had to, and practically had to drag your 5-year-old daughter out from the comfort of her bed as well. 

The day had crawled by. Working in real estate was something you loved, as it allowed you way more flexibility and the opportunity to be a mom and still provide for your small family of two. But with winter approaching rapidly, things had slowed down at work. Everyone was settled and planning to wait out the brutal Montana winter, so your days felt even longer. 

You watched the children find their parents’ cars in the car line and tapped your manicured finger against the steering wheel of your 1996 Ford Bronco. 

There was an uncertainty that crept over you as you watched for your daughter—the lavender colored puffy coat you had put her in that morning, the jeans with a daisy patch she had begged you to sew on. But she wasn’t there. Fewer and fewer students exited the building until the trickle stopped. 

You moved your truck into a parking spot and shifted the gear into park. The feeling of your heart pounding in your chest made you want to vomit, but you pushed it aside. Between the cold air and the tears that had already settled, your eyes burned as your feet carried you to the sidewalk where you spotted her teacher.

“Ms. Lang,” you called out to her as your steps quickly approached. She turned to you with a wide smile across her face.

“Oh, hi! How are you?” She smiled. “Bailey’s mom, right?”

“Yes,” you nodded with a breath. “Where is she?” The words sounded frantic, but you couldn’t help it. Your mind had traveled to the worst possible scenario, even though you hoped reality was that she had just gotten caught up with something in the classroom, or maybe had needed a bathroom break.

Ms. Lang’s smile fell and her eyes widened slightly. “Her Uncle picked her up from school early, he said she had a dentist appointment.” 

With her words, you felt your heart begin to sink–down your chest, through your ribcage until it crumbled in the pit of your stomach. “H-her Uncle?” As you stuttered, you realized your mouth had run dry. 

“Yes,” Ms. Lang waved you on to follow her as she walked towards the reception area of the elementary school. The both of you moved quickly around the remaining students waiting for their parents to pick them up. “Her Uncle Shawn. He was on the approved sign-out list.” She pulled open the glass door to the secretary’s office and waved you on ahead of her, but you were frozen in place. It felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs. Ms. Lang looked at you, unsure why you weren’t moving. 

“My brother, Shawn, has been in Pennsylvania for the last two weeks...he's not in town,” you barely whispered. 

Ms. Lang looked to the secretary as fear bubbled into her voice. “Call 911.” 

There were multiple police officers in the lobby now. All of them had the same questions: what was your daughter wearing, her age, was there anyone that may want to harm her. You knew your ex-husband was considered dangerous, and you knew that better than anyone. But you never thought he would hurt your daughter. He wasn’t able to see her anymore, ever since he had become a fugitive. Prior to his conviction, he still could only have supervised visitation, which he hated. But harm her? Even though he had harmed you, you would never believe he would hurt her. But then your therapist had gently reminded you that you were broken and bruised, and he was unhinged. You didn’t know what to think anymore. 

“Ma’am?” A young female officer approached you gently. “Your husband—“

“Ex-husband,” you cut her off quickly. 

“I’m sorry,” she paused and corrected herself. “Your ex-husband fits the description of the man who picked up your daughter. The school followed protocol—he had a fake license that had your brother’s name on it.” You had figured as much. 

“Jackson’s a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them,” you muttered as your eyes blurred for what felt like the hundredth time today. You picked at a loose string on the edge of your denim jacket. It wasn’t nearly warm enough, but you hadn’t planned to be outside for long. 

“Because he’s a fugitive and wanted by the FBI, we’ve been asked to pass them the case,” she spoke gently. You should've known as much, but your head jerked up to look at her. She gave you a sympathetic smile—one you had seen from almost every damn local these last few months—and put a hand on your shoulder. “I promise they’ll do everything they can. The whole state will be on alert looking for your daughter.”

Her words didn’t bring you much comfort. You had gotten to a point in your life where you didn’t trust many people. The FBI hadn’t been able to find your ex-husband all this time, so how could you possibly have hope they would find him now? 

As the officer walked away and people began to disperse, you grabbed your cell phone. You didn’t know what else to do, so you pressed the contact you had never dialed before. 

It rang twice before you heard his southern drawl. “Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he answered gruffly. 

“Sheriff?” You meant to sound strong, but the emotion had made its way to your voice. “Jackson took her…he took Bailey.”

Alright, so, I haven't written anything outside of the Supernatural fandom in a very long time (we're talking like, 10+ years). But I've had this idea poking my brain for the last two-ish weeks or so, and finally decided to write it out. I would be forever grateful if you let me know if you loved it or hated it. I'm new to Beau Arlen, so not sure if I am capturing his ~essence~. Thanks for taking the time to read!

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Beau had met you at the entryway of the elementary school within minutes, concern etched across his face in the way of worry lines that likely matched yours. 

“You alright, darlin’?” He asked gently as he approached with a tentative hand on your shoulder blade. 

Under the weight of his hand, you felt the ultimate collapse. Everything tumbled out of you in a way you didn’t expect (nor did he, by the look on his face). But either way, he used that hand to pull you flush against his chest and wrapped his other arm around your waist. He held you as you sobbed into the lapel of his brown jacket. The material was cool from the bitter wind just outside the door. 

“It’s gonna be alright,” he coaxed softly with his mouth close to your ear. “We’re gonna get her back.” You tried to nod and speak, but only shaky breaths came out. Beau pulled you to his side and stepped forward towards one of the agents. “Beau Arlen, Sheriff,” he put his hand out to greet the agent. 

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Computer Science major! Eren

s. i just saw an eren headcanon abt him being a nerd and thought abt him being a computer science major lol

w. fem! reader , eren jeager! x reader , fluff!

Computer Science major! Eren who’s in your Political Science class and has always been intimidating to you. He looks like he’s always high, walking into class with fired up eyes and silent as he listens to whatever’s blasting through his AirPods. You gathered he was a computer science major after getting a glimpse of his screen littered with applications upon applications of code.

Computer Science major! Eren who you learn probably always has bloodshot eyes because he’s pulling all nighters, the same coffee cup always in his hand every time he comes into class.

Computer Science major! Eren who you find hot even though he looks like he hates everyone including himself. Maybe it’s because he’s so good at looking like he could major possibly be a jerk.

Computer Science major! Eren who types incredibly fast, the rapid click-clack of his laptop keyboard always lulling you to sleep.

Computer Science major! Eren who’s presence you feel behind you while you’re struggling to get a pack of cookies from the vending machine. He’s always been intimidating but now it’s worse cause fuck he’s waiting and you can’t get these fucking cookies to fall. He's probably talking shit about you in his head cause you're an idiot that can't handle a vending machine.

Computer Science major! Eren who leans over you, raising one of his hands in a fist to bump the top of the machine. It makes your cookies finally fall.

Computer Science major! Eren who picks up your cookies and hands them to you, tired but terribly hot eyes looking into yours. “gotta hit the top a little bit cause it does that a lot.” he says.

"oh. thanks! I wouldn't have thought of that." you smile, masking how nervous he made you out of politeness

Computer Science major! Eren who gives you a tired grin, adding, "you're too short to reach it anyway." and now you're malfunctioning, cause

did he just tease you??????

"excuse me? what?" you move aside while gasping in disbelief at the fact that you've never spoken a word to each other and now his second words uttered to you were to tease you.

Computer Science major! Eren who's still looking at you as his lanky figure punches the code of his snack into the vending machine without looking, wow he really does use it often then.

"what? you're telling me you can reach the top of the vending machine?" He almost laughs

"okay, sorry we're not all skyscrapers like you." you wave your hands and arms in the air sarcastically as he leans down to pick up his snack.

Computer Science major! Eren who stands straight to his full height right in front you, sleepless half-lidded eyes peering down at you.

"oh yeah?"

Computer Science major! Eren who makes heat creep up your neck as you try to eye back at him defyingly, trying to keep down the smile forming on your lips.

"argh" you srunch your nose, turning on your heel to walk to class, "i have to get to class or else someone's gonna take my seat!"

Computer Science major! Eren who's softly smirking at you as you he follows you to class, finding the fact that you're so easy to rile up cute.

Computer Science major! Eren who looks extra hot in class now that you've interacted with him. god you feel like a five year old overthinking her crush lending her scissors, stealing subtle glances at him every chance you get. every time you look at him you can't help but think about the way it feels when his eyes are on you.

Computer Science major! Eren who the next class day is poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to stiffle a smile when he finds you cursing yourself for struggling with the vending machine yet again.

"aw, thought you were a big girl." he breathes with fake pity tinted by the slightest playful tone.

"i am." you whip your head around, squinting your eyes slightly at him feeling a small laugh creep its way up your throat.

Computer Science major! Eren who's almost pressed up against your back as he looks down at you and hits the top of the vending machine.

"sure you are."

you huff as you snatch your cookies from him away, trying your best to come up with a comeback, "at least i look like i get eight hours of sleep."

"so mean." he fake gasps, grin forming into a bright smile as he watches you stomp away, clearly upset your comeback didn't work.

Computer Science major! Eren who's really struggling to hold back his laugh when he walks into the building and spots you desperately jumping up in hopes of reaching the top of the vending machine.

The smallest snicker leaves his throat and you glare at him, "stop laughing."

"i'm not laughing!" he holds up both of his hands in defense, moving his mouth every so often to hold in the humor you've caused him.

"are you gonna hit it for me or what?" you sigh, exhasperated, eyes and mouth clearly giving away how smiley he was making you despite your attempted mean tone.

Computer Science major! Eren who laughs as he hits the vending machine, letting you stomp away yet again with your cookies in hand as you grumble a 'thanks skyscraper'

Computer Science major! Eren who you find the next class meet day leaning against the vending machine, dangling your cookies in one hand, but his eyes grow wide at the sight of you and he feels his hoodie growing annoyingly hot.

you were sporting a pretty short dress, prettier jewelry than usual, sweeter scent than usual, and cleavage annoyingly bared right in front of him.

Computer Science major! Eren who tries his best to seem unaffected, trying to tease you again with the cookies in his hand as you walk up to him, shaking your head with a pretty smile on your cute face.

"aw you know my favorite." you tease as you reach up for them, except he raises he them out of your reach

"ah ah." he leans forward, "say the magic word."

in too much of a good mood to defy him after finding his thoughtful act for you cute, you comply easily with a small grin.

"please?"

Computer Science major! Eren who doesn't think twice before uttering a proud, "good girl." except he just as quickly realizes what he just said.

Computer Science major! Eren who quickly hands you, just as taken aback, your cookies and coughs as he walks away, pulling at the collar of his shirt in an attempt to cool himself down.

Computer Science major! Eren who's tired but intrigued eyes watch as you plop yourself into the seat next to his in class shortly after he sits down

"thank you for the cookies." you softly beam as you poke him with your elbow.

Computer Science major! Eren whose cheeks are slightly tinged pink as he looks at you, "no problem."

Computer Science major! Eren who feels awkward since class is a good amount of time away from starting and you're sitting next to him, pulling up your google docs notes in silence without a single word being spoken by him.

"you look pretty. where are you heading?"

Computer Science major! Eren who's leaned a bit forward, fumbling with his pen as he tries to keep eye contact with you.

thrown off by him calling you pretty, you breathe a "nowhere. i just wanted to dress up a little more today."

Computer Science major! Eren who blurts, "i could take you to the art exhibit a couple blocks over after class."

he points at the art major sticker on your laptop with his pen, painfully trying to avoid your pretty eyes peering into his soul, "since you're an art major i think you'll like it. paintings to take good pictures with."

"well could we drop off my computer at the apple store real quick before we go?" you question innocently, "something about my shift key isn't working."

Computer Science major! Eren who wants to slap himself because he added without thinking, "i could look at it for you. i took digital electronics so it should be easy to fix."

Computer Science major! Eren who's flustered at the gleeful eyes you're giving him as you nod, biting your smile down a bit, " 'kay.”

Computer Science major! Eren who nods his head forward a bit as he looks at you then his pen, "cool."

hehe i wanna do a part 2.

edit: here's part 2 you incels

[bleedingichorhearts]

Can I have Solor getting pissy cause someone called the reader, "sweetheart"? Even if they didn't mean it like that? Like excuse them, you belong to him. What does he gotta do? Fuck you in public? (Not really, but he'd probably think about it)

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Oh, he definitely will. This is also set in the new plot that I’m working on.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself. Even it’s just a tiny cut. I also don’t ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ these 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

TW // SMUT/NSFW-ish? Language.

“Thank you, Sweetheart—”

Solor has never been so quick to turn his head at such a word in his life. His heart’s thumping up against his chest at the very sudden human, sweet nickname.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” The younger male apologized to his lady. His filthy hands reaching out to touch her shoulder in a hesitant manner. Hands he wanted to cut off while his own hands tightened and loosened around the hilt of his weapon.

“Oh, you're fine!” His little lady reassured the pitiful male. Placing her own hand on his shoulder and luring the male closer to her side. One of his arms wrapping around her as his other brought up a phone. Taking some “picture” with them.

Those simple actions nearly had him shooting forward, but he knows this was part of her position that requires her to interact with her… followers and usually it is nothing, but excitement to them. Their small, petite hearts beating quickly in their chests when they see her. That he would just love to rip it out of their chests as some would beat just a little bit quicker than others. Smell a bit different too.

Even when he was just beyond some tree line, wall or on top of the roof to secure her safety and his secrecy. His senses do not fail him when one would find a bit more… intimate interest in his little lady.

They would smell a lot more than they think. Whether it would be a lot more of that “perfume” sprayed onto them or their organic musk. He could smell straight through them. Smell their want for his little lady. He can even sense his little lady worry when their touch lingers just a bit longer than supposed to. What kind of consort would he be if he didn’t?

This person. This human, however, was just a regular, pathetic one. They were already coupled to another, but he can’t help but feel like he needed to be more profound with his little maiden. Be more visual.

Oh, how he could walk right out there and scare them off as he would pin his little maiden below him on the table in front of her. Her eyes looking up at him so confused with his actions. Questioning him and then widen in surprise when he would rip her pants off with ease. His own eyes monitoring the ones who stayed, too shocked to see him out of all of the Astartes possible.

That's fine with him. They can watch how she was his. All his.

Watch how she would moan out his name when he thrusted up in a particular spot inside of her that he knows all too well. Watch how he made her claw out to him, dragging her nails across his armor, creating small chips in his paint. Watch as her walls grip at him and pull him deeper, craving more of him when she would helplessly wither beneath him. Watch as he would stain her walls with his seed just to show them who she really belongs to. Show them that she only belongs to him. Especially to those bright blue bastards.

That’s what he fancied to do anyway. He knows he can’t; he shouldn’t. It would be against his order. It would also break his little lady's reputation, and that was something he was not willing to break, and he treated it like a vow, but it didn't mean he wouldn't do it afterward. To remind her who his little maiden belonged to.

So, when she was finished up with greeting her followers. He waited for her at her car that was away from everyone else, away from the “paparazzi.” His c*ck twitching underneath his armor. Eager to stuff his little maiden so full of him.

He groaned lowly. The pain of his restricted c*ck making him shift in his place. His gauntlet hovering over his cod-piece in quick preparation to take it off. He didn’t know whether to be pissed about how his little maiden was not underneath him and talking to other males or how high his sex drive gotten, but he was certainly getting more irritated by it.

Throne, if she wasn’t here, by his side in a minute. He would shove her so far down his length. A punishment for being too late.

“Solor? You… okay?” His little maiden voice called out to him and he didn’t hesitate to snatch her by the waist with one of his gauntlets and use the other to take off his cod-piece.

Placing his little maiden on the hood of the car. He slowly dragged his gauntlets down the sides of her body, making her shiver before he took her by the thighs and pulled her towards him. A satisfied rumble leaving him as she squeaked out. Her heart beating quickly in her chest as his pulsing c*ck laid between her legs. A warning really, if she tried moving away from him.

A hum left him, watching, calculating as she swallowed before he leaned down to press a mock helmet-kiss to her open throat. The whirling scent of the male getting on his nerves. Perhaps not.

Turning his helmet to the side, near his little maidens ear. He purred through his vox. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

A choked gasp greeted his ears as he purred.

[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love part 7 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

(also on AO3 here)

Chapter Seven

Eddie POV

Steve insists on being pathfinder lead for the next hour. 

Eddie’s gotta admit—following Steve, as he thrashes his way through the undergrowth, is the best entertainment that banishment has provided yet. Steve’s tight-fitting pants don't do any harm. Goddammit, the perspiration patches on Steve’s shirt make Eddie sweat even harder than Steve is.

“You need the fedora hat,” calls Robin, “and you’ve totally nailed the junior Indiana Jones look.”

Steve smirks over his shoulder. “I was channelling that guy out of Romancing the Stone.” 

“Michael Douglas? No way as hot.” Eddie flashes his best flirtatious grin with ever greater confidence. This afternoon, Steve has begun returning them. “Stick to Indy, man.”

By the time they reach the logging camp, however, they’re all beyond exhausted.

Eddie’s feet are raw with blisters, and Robin’s been complaining of the same for the past hour. She limps through the door of the first cabin they come to, which fortunately turns out to be a bunkhouse. She throws down her pack then throws herself onto the bottom of one of two sets of bunks. Steve collapses onto the other lower bunk and appears to fall instantly asleep.

Eddie considers crawling up onto one of the top bunks and seeing if sleep takes pity on him.

He doubts it would. The choppers were a stark reminder of the nightmare reality snapping at his heels, and he’s wired as hell. He begins to unpack their supplies. Robin, having taken a moment, sits back up.

“We should check this place out,” she whispers. “There must be a clean water supply somewhere, maybe a generator. Definitely canned food and that kinda stuff, for when the loggers come back in the autumn.” 

“I guess it’ll make a change from cardboard-flavoured cereal.”

“God, I know, right! I’d literally murder for some Count Chocular right now.”

They split up to search the various cabins. Eddie hits the jackpot first, in the guise of a crate of bottled beer. 

“Seriously?” says Robin, when she meets him outside the bunkhouse. Eddie sits on the beer crate he’s dragged out, taking a well-earned rest. “You’re gonna get buzzed?”

“You got it in one, sister.”

He doesn’t feel the need to justify this—I saw Chrissy butchered in front of my eyes. I’ve spent a week on the run from the cops. I BASICALLY DIED IN A WHIRLWIND OF EVIL KILLER DEMOBATS. And now I’m on the run again, with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, and I’ve fallen stupid hard for him. Oh, and there’s a small but real possibility he’s been flayed. Or something else freaky along those lines.

Robin hasn’t quit scowling at him. His smile is the first overtly false one he’s bothered with for a while:

“Forgive me, Robin. I’ve reached the point where, to quote my sweet old Granny—there ain’t nothin’ fuckin’ like it for me nerves. ’Course, she favoured hard liquor.” He offers one of two bottles he’s gotten out to Robin. “Want one?”

“I’ll stick to the cardboard cereal.” Her scowl lessens, though she remains deadly serious. “Look, promise me you won’t give too much to Steve.”

“Why?”

“What kinda pea-brain question is that? Despite the super-commando act, he’s still struggling, it’s totally obvious. Getting trashed is not gonna help.”

“Yeah, but… he’s improving, right?” Her slight wince betrays that, once again, they’re thinking the same thing. Perhaps Steve’s getting stronger, because he’s getting closer again to Lover’s Lake, Hawkins, Vecna, the Hive-Mind, and yet… “You know our little worst-case scenario, Rob? I’m still not buying it.”

The wind rustles the nearby trees. In sync, Robin’s hunched shoulders soften a little. “Me neither. Hand on heart, if Steve had a link to that evil shit, any at all, I’d sense it by now. Although… Was it just me who thought it was weird when the choppers came over, and then it suddenly clouded up?”

“Yeeeeaah, that really was just you. I was too busy eating dirt and shitting myself.” Now he thinks about it, mind, it was darn convenient.

She shrugs. “I guess I’m super-paranoid that way. I literally spent my Middle School years spotting aliens everywhere.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Then I realised they weren’t aliens. It was the Fae all along.”

“You sure it wasn’t dragons?”

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” Her laugh sounds as manic as his latest crazy smile. On the other hand:

“Maybe Steve really is getting better naturally,” he ventures, “and the set-backs are because he’s been overdoing it. I mean, yeah, we keep an eye out for anything cuckoo, watch for connections, make sure he takes rests, but… Time heals, huh?”

“Not always.” She purses her lips, veering straight back into scary mode. “Steve doesn’t like people to know, but since his second major concussion, he’s not supposed to drink. Of course, he does sometimes, but—”

“Message received. I’ll just have the one—for medicinal purposes, ’kay?” 

“Please yourself. Then wake Steve long enough to put our own bedding on those disgusting bunks. I don’t wanna be bitten to death by bed bugs.”

Robin stomps off toward the camp generator. Eddie is executing the important business of prying the top off his beer, when Steve appears, leaning in the cabin doorway. “Why did you both let me… Hey, is that beer?”

The top pops off with a treacherous fizz. “Uh, no?”

“You’re a useless liar.” Steve closes in. His messy, sleep-mussed hair renders him totally edible. 

“You got me.” Eddie darts his tongue nervously across his lips. “This indeed is the amber nectar of the Gods. You want some?” 

There’s a skewed logic behind Eddie’s offer. If he told Steve he couldn’t drink, like he was his mom or something, Steve would probably get mad. He opts to play a good cop, bad cop routine with Robin, who… 

Eddie glances toward the generator.

She’s not there. If bad cop isn’t gonna show, then he needs a Plan B.

“I guess I’ll have one.” Steve stretches to take the bottle. 

“Just gonna test it. Been here a while.” 

Eddie takes a glug, splutters it out across dusty ground. “Oh man, it’s worse than cat-piss.” He’s only slightly exaggerating. “There’s a reason those lumberjacks left this garbage behind.”

Steve yawns into the back of his hand. “Gonna be honest. I’m not supposed to drink anyhow. Long story.” Ooookay. That went easier than predicted. “Got any water left?”

“Yeah. By my pack.” Eddie hurries into the bunkhouse, and Steve follows. It’s the last bottle, so he hopes Robin’s busy locating fresh supplies. Though that proves the least of his worries.

Half a minute later, he’s sitting on the edge of a bunk, thigh-to-thigh with Steve. They pass the bottle of water and a bottle of beer between them.

And being this close to Steve, now Steve seems so much better? Exchanging chitchat about how long they can hideout here, and if any of them have the skills to hunt a deer or something?

It sends tingles up and down Eddie’s spine.

The way Steve looks at him underlines exactly why Steve was angry last night, when Eddie “assumed” he was straight. Eddie suddenly can’t look Steve in the eye. Trouble is, he then can’t stop staring at Steve’s mouth—those shapely, slightly chapped lips, moist and glistening with water and bad beer.

Then Steve blindsides him with: “Do you honestly think you died, Eddie? Before I did the CPR?”

“I dunno, Harrington.” Eddie squirms on his butt, all kinds of defences flying up. “It was like a dream. Apart from that, it wasn't a dream. It was a place, and Dustin was there, and Robin was there, and you were there, too.”

“Wow. Seriously?”

Eddie cackles out a mocking laugh. “I’m misquoting ‘The Wizard of Oz,’ dude.”

“Oh.” Eddie glances sidelong. Steve appears… oddly crestfallen. “It’s just… You know, I said when I get hurt, I feel like I come back different each time. I mean, I don't know if it's true or not, but... I never knew you before... and I know you now and... and…” Steve fluffs his hair. “Jesus, I’m blabbering.”

“Nah,” says Eddie. “You sound like you’re getting somewhere.” 

Compared to the meltdown my brain is having.

“Okay, well, here it is. I like you, Eddie. I really like you.” 

Eddie half wants to flee for the hills. He fixes on a beetle scuttling across the dirty floorboards. “Dude, you sure you’re not in love with Wheeler?”

“I… I… No!”  Steve doesn’t sound angry, only bewildered. “Yeah, I believed that once, and maybe I was. I guess she fitted in so many dreams I’ve had of my future, and I owe her a lot. But now I’m with you, and…” Their eyes finally meet. Steve’s earnest warmth sends a brutal shockwave through Eddie. “I know this seems fickle, but…” His gentle laugh is too much. “Who knows? Perhaps it’s because Nance has never been dead. Or, near dead. You know, we’ve gotten that in common, right?”

“Riiiiight,” Eddie says, stupidly, then, “Screw it, I like you too, Stevie. I really like you.” 

They fling their arms around each other, and tumble into the kiss.

For Eddie, the sensations are like no make-out session before, such is the hunger that zings between them. Eddie’s so blown away, that the brush of Steve’s lips seems to kindle an actual crackling, electric friction..  Damn, the boy can kiss! 

Eddie’s gotten a semi already, fingers threading up through Steve’s hair, toying at the nape of his neck. Steve does amazing twisty things with his tongue. Gnng! You wanna kill me again, Baby? Even the scrape of Steve’s shallow stubble totally unhinges him.

They work the kiss with their whole bodies, striving to get beyond close, as if they could slide beneath each other’s skin. Eddie can’t help wondering—can they get each other off, before Robin gets back?

Then something changes.

He senses Steve gasp, then moan into Eddie's mouth with something other than dumb teen passion. His arms, clinging around Eddie, falter and slip away.

“Stevie?”

Too late. Steve crumples against Eddie, totally senseless. 

“Steve?” squeaks Eddie, struggling to stop Steve slipping to the floorboards. “Robin! ROBIN!”

Part 8

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

[bordysbae]

“He’s my ex, we broke up for a reason” for Ethan

i decided to combine these requests! hopefully that’s okay with both of the anons who requested these, i’m so sorry if that’s not what you wanted :)

“m&ms”

ethan edwards x reader

please read this: i do not know much about type 1 diabetes, so if ANY of the info in this story is incorrect, PLEASE let me know so i can fix it to be correct! <3 UPDATE: i changed part of the story (a small small bit, might even go unnoticed to some re-readers) due to some incorrect info on diabetes!

word count: 1.0k

it’s been 2 months since you and ethan broke up, and you’re finally okay enough to start going out again. ethan broke up with you out of nowhere, and it seriously broke you.

for the first month after the breakup you avoided anywhere and anyone that could possibly lead you to even a glance of him, but you’re finally branching out, and going to a party. you’re really only going since majority of your friends, who happen to be ethan’s teammates, wouldn’t stop begging you to come. but you’re actually excited, who cares if you see ethan? it’s time you show him what he missed out on.

“does this shirt make me look like a slut?” your roomate ella asks you. “no not at all, it makes you look really good!” you smile, looking her up and down. “okay good, luca is gonna be there” she smirks. “you and luca need to get together already jesus, i cant keep dealing with having to leave the apartment every time he’s coming over at like 10:30” you roll your eyes playfully. “well, we both know where you used to go when luca came over. speaking of which, is he gonna be there tonight?” ella asks, obviously talking about ethan. “i don’t know and i don’t care. he’s my ex, we broke up for a reason.” “yeah, a reason which you still don’t know of. you guys at least need to talk about it” “yeah yeah whatever” you say as you put your hoop earrings in your ears.

you both arrive at the frat house filled with the smell of cheap cologne, sweat, and alcohol. “hey y/n! i’m glad you made it!” dylan calls out as you shuffle around the already drunk crowd. “hey duker!” “oh hey ella! luca was wondering if you were coming, i last saw him in the kitchen.” “oh shush dylan, don’t tell her that. you’re just boosting her ego even more” you chuckle, earning a soft shove from her. “i’m gonna go find him and maybe grab a drink too, you okay to stay with dylan?” ella asks you, and you nod as an answer before she slips away into the crowd. “so um, is he..”“yeah, he’s here.” dylan says giving you a small pitiful smile. “don’t give me that pity smile dylan, i’m done with all of the pity everyone’s given me these last couple months. i’m over him.” you say. “i know i believe you, but you haven’t seen him since he ended things” “so? what has he changed or something?” “well no..” “exactly dylan, so it’s fine” “you’re right sorry” he says meaningfully, understanding of your attitude. that’s what you loved about dylan, he was the only one who always understood your feelings and never blamed you for distancing yourself from everyone completely. “THERE SHE IS! the myth and the legend!” you hear luke shout as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. “hey luke!” you smile. “cmon i gotta get another white claw, the cooler is outside” he says as he leads you outside, dylan following at your guys’ side.

you greet some of your other friends on the way to the porch, dylan and luke greeting people on the way as well. you get outside and there’s barely anyone there, so you finally get the slightest bit of quiet from the loud blaring music inside. as luke and dylan are trying to find good white claw flavors, out of nowhere your head begins to feel empty, and your hands start to shake slightly. you feel a little dizzy, and grab onto the wall as you begin to feel your legs getting weaker. “y/n? what’s going on?! are you okay? dylan help her up!” luke calls out, as they both rush over to help you stand up straight. “shit, i know what this means, she’s low. go get ethan, he knows exactly what to do!” hearing his name brings you back to reality, “what?! no no no please don’t get ethan!” you cry out. “luke don’t listen to her, go get him!” dylan yells as luke rushes inside to go find your ex-boyfriend.

your head is still spiraling and your now sitting against the wall, as ethan comes rushing outside. “y/n, here eat this!” he says as he shuffles through his pockets. you look at him with a confused face, as he pulls out a small fun-sized bag of m&ms from his wallet, your favorite candy. “ethan why do you-“ “shhh, we can talk about this after you’re stable, eat them.” he says, handing you the bag. after a few minutes, your blood sugar is back to normal and you now realize that it’s just you and ethan outside. ethan sighs and sits down next to you, fiddling with his fingers. after a few moments of silence, you break it. “ethan, why do you still keep m&ms in your wallet?” you ask softly. “just incase you ever need them.” “but i haven’t seen you in two months, there’s no need to keep them there. don’t they get stale?” “i switch them out every few weeks, just incase i ever run into you again” he admits, looking up from his lap and turning his head to you before starting up again, “it became a ritual for me when we were dating, and i just kept it going. i still care about you y/n, so so much.” he sighs.

“why did you break up with me?” you ask, afraid of what he’s going to say. “because i was scared. the draft was coming up and i wasn’t giving you the attention you deserved, so i got scared you’d leave me, so i ended things first. i regretted it more than anything but you shut yourself away, and i knew it wasn’t my place to barge in and beg for you back. but never in those two dreadful months have i not thought about you, y/n.” “i miss you too, e.” you admit. “i miss you so much more” he says, entangling your guys’ hands together. “can i kiss you?” he asks you softly, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “absolutely” you say, as you both lean in.

[dreamyshape]

( i hope you are taking these kinds of requests) Can i request marco taking care of a sick bug? (Oneshot or headcannons is fine)

Heeey, this took awhile to pop out but I hope you like it! I might draw something for this later if I get the motivation! I hope you enjoy!

Feeling Green

Bug and Marco Oneshot!

(Bug is sick, Bodie went to get herbs, Marco visits!)

“Hey Bug, I need to check that leg of yours.” Bodie knocks on your door. You cough and tell him to come in. You’re sitting on the bed, that was once Marco’s, as you shield your eyes from any light. You have a skull splitting headache, your throat burns, and you feel nauseous but you don’t want to worry the big gator man. “Kiddo, you feelin alright there?” the gator questions. You nod but you can just feel his mother hen mode kicking in. “Come on now, your skins awfully pale. You coming down with something, bug?” The worried reptile places a scaled hand to your forehead. “You feel awfully warm. A fever perhaps?” You shake you head and decide to tell him what’s going on. He huffs and stands up, “I know what you have but I don’t have the right herbs to take care of you. I’ll have to go gather them real quick. Will you be fine on your own?” You nod. “Alrighty, I’ll be back in a jiffy!” Before you can bid him goodbye, he’s out the door. You can’t help but sigh at how kind he is and decide to take a nap. Maybe it’ll make your headache go away.

*knock knock* “Bodie, you in there? I came to give you some supplies.” Marco calls out to Bodie, unaware of his absence. “Bodie?” The gator boy asks again before swinging the door to the hut open. “Maybe he isn’t here, I’ll just drop these on the counter I suppose. I wonder if bedbug is here.” Marco’s steps echo in the house and Maria flutters behind him. “Hey, Buggy, you in there?” A cough and a quiet ‘yes’ is the only thing he receives. Your voice sounds rather gravely. “Can I come in?” he’s gotta ask’s, not wanting to barge in. You tell him to enter and he slowly cracks the door open. You are a rather pitiful sight at the moment and he can’t help but feel sorry for you. “You alright? You look like someone hit you with a poisonous arrow.” He chuckles and you groan. The headache you had is worse than what it was before you decided to take a nap. The throbbing pain had almost drowned out Marco’s words. “Seriously, Bug, are you alright? You look sickly.” You nod, no point in lying with the way he looks at you. You’re still nauseous and the room is spinning but you still find the strength to open your eyes and look at him. “Jeez, bug, what could have possibly caused this?” The slim gator thinks aloud. “And where is Bodie? I didn’t see him when I came in.” You tell him that he went looking for medicinal herbs for you. “I might just have them. Did he say what he was looking for?” You shake your head. “Can you tell me what’s wrong with you and maybe I can see if I have any.” You weakly nod and explain what’s going on. “Oh, you need a mixture of Fennel, Turmeric, and, oregano. I’m sure I have enough to make you some makeshift medicine.” The halfblood huffs before leaving the room. You open your eyes further and just now notice that Maria is standing on your stomach. She caws and uses her beak to lightly tap your head before flying off to Marco who, judging by the noises, is in the kitchen. You drape your hand over your eyes and groan, trying to settle the headache. Marco suddenly pops back into the room holding a small cup and an oddly colored mixture. “Now then, this should help but I’m gonna warn you that it will probably taste bad.” He just slightly smiles and walks toward your… well his, bed. He sits down at the side and you prop yourself up. “I assume you can hold this on your own, yeah?” He questions, he tried to make it sound like a silly little joke but you can tell he is slightly worried. You nod and, with shaky hands, lift the cup to you mouth. The first few sips make you grimace but you push through and soon finish the cup. He pats your head. “You should lay down and give it time to settle. I need to head out. I’ll see you soon, Bug.” You wave goodbye and lay down. Ready to fall asleep. You listen to the gentle creaking of the floorboards before your conciseness fads.

“Hey, Sugarbug, I got the herbs you need!” You stir from sleep to the sound of Bodie. He opens your door and notices the color to your skin has returned. “Huh, did you get better while I was gone?” You look up at the gator and explain that Marco came over and helped you with your sickness. “Oh? This is the second time he’s come over when I was out collecting herbs.” You smile and sit up, your headache has calmed down and you no longer feel like you’re gonna puke your insides out. “Well looks like I have extra herbs just in case this happens again but let’s hope it doesn’t.” He chuckles before heading back into the kitchen. You remain sitting on the bed and look over your leg, before sighing and standing up to help Bodie in the kitchen. You never got to thank Marco.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Ok, so, this ask is based on the peacekeepers. How would they do with them being sick? I exclude Makoto from this because we know he overworks himself at times and all.

In addition if it were to be with Swank added to this, you can also take in Kuro (my oc) into the scenario if you like.

Sorry I can’t do OCs… But the Peacekeepers hmm let me see if I can make some stuff up (they’re not my favorite so this may be difficult) And yeah I’ve said plenty on Makoto already I get it xD (he’s my antagonist to target :3c)

Okay here’s what I have come up with~

Yomi Hellsmile:

The Absolute WORST patient.

He will complain CONSTANTLY.

With every sneeze or cough, his entire frame hurts and he curses every single time his head starts pounding

And whats with all these DAMN CHILLS?!

His sickbed is full of tissues and spilled cough syrup. And his blanket is a mess too (don’t ask)

If you take care of him, good luck. Most of the gestures will be refused or thrown back at your face.

Until his fever rises to the point he becomes needy and clingy. But even THEN he’ll still back in forth refusing the caretaking or accepting it. (MAKE UP YOUR MIND)

He hates liquid medicine and will only take pills.

Also he’s a little goldilocks with food and tea. If it’s too hot or cold, he will let you know aggressively. (His tongue is very sensitive)

And he may also deny it entirely and try to keep being a little devil making things hell for everyone, so you gotta drag him to the bed (even if he bites you)

Martina Electro

Being ill is but a minor inconvenience to her.

But how she wishes her beloved Director Yomi would come to care for her…

She’s the type that brushes the illness off continuing to work at times if it isn’t too bad.

She cannot disappoint Yomi after all…

Only to get much worse later.

Thankfully, she does know her limits.

She is fairly good at taking care of herself. (As well as of the other peacekeepers if they falter) She’s usually the one caring for them.

Usually wearing a comfortable robe sitting down with some warm tea and medicine so she can still do, some work. But she makes sure paces herself.

If she sneezes or coughs she tries to be as quiet as possible doing so.

She cannot bear to falter…or Director Yomi would be upset with her. (someone help this poor woman ;-;)

Seth Burroughs

A pure sopping wet cat.

If he’s ill, it’s the most pitiful thing you’ve ever seen.

He’s very prone to asthma attacks and at times the rain isn’t good for his health either.

His unhealthy demeanor really doesn’t help. If he catches even a small cold, it will grow to something FAR worse later

He loses his already barely audible voice and has to communicate with a whiteboard.

He also can have food sensitivity, so if you feed him the wrong thing…it will come back up.

Super frail so make sure to handle him like the delicate flower that he is.

He uses his megaphone to try communicating or calling people to help him or if he needs anything. But sadly, it usually breaks out in a coughing fit.

He’s the most prone to illness out of all of the peacekeepers.

Looking at flowers brings him peace so having a vase at his bedside does make him feel a little better.

Guillaume Hall

She is SUPER needy and whiny about it

And she works Dominic like a DOG to try to meet her every need. (Dominic cannot get sick)

She’s a bratty little princess who wants everything to be done right.

She still has her fortune telling gear at her bed and she still practices it despite her poor state.

Or she opens up her laptop and watches something “fun” to cheer herself up. (Horror movies or killing documentaries)

She always wants to eat something sweet. Sometimes sneaking candy under her bed.

She sleeps with multiple plushies.

Her voice gets super deep if she loses it due to illness.

Sometimes if she has a fever or feels chils, she gets a bit delirious and wants Dominic to come give her snuggles.

Until she falls asleep in his large weapon like arms with a smile on her face.

Swank Castonell

He’s similar to Yomi in being SUPER grumpy about being sick.

Only difference is, he is VERY demanding of whoever tends to him.

Ordering them around and forcing them to use “their” money to get anything rather than his own.

His appetite somehow gets higher when ill, and he craves a LOT more meat and booze than usual

But booze isn’t a good thing to drink when ill, so it has to be kept away from him

But then he yells about it. Until he eventually passes out.

His cigar also has to be confiscated. His cough is bad enough already.

He needs to be watched at all times to make sure his usual habits don’t make things worse for him.

Eventually he’ll conk out. But he needs to be in front of a large screen tv playing the most boring documentary you’ve ever seen.

I hope this is something !!

[avakrii]

Shower Sex w/ Childe (happy birthday big boy!) || Childe x GN(?)!Reader NSFW

I didn’t know if I should use gn!reader for this because I do describe intercourse, but I don’t use or describe female genitals.

WC: ~1083

Childe wasn’t home often. If he was, it wasn’t for very long. You missed him so much when he was gone. His family loved you and you loved being around them, but it just wasn’t the same without him.

He’d send home gifts from his trips, but they’d only make you happy for a moment. When he was home, you were elated. He didn’t like or respect many of the other Harbingers, so he’d always manage to get out of working with them more than he needed to. He wasn’t in the Fatui to make friends, he just wanted to get stronger, whichever way possible.

Again, you found yourself stuck at home in Snezhnaya, a region in Teyvat that never knew Summer. You lived together with Childe, so you were able to come home to each other. The chill of the everwinter gave you an excuse to be close to him as much as possible.

A full day of watching over and playing with Childe’s siblings left you exhausted. You enter your shared living space and called out for your partner.

“Ajax?” You were met with no response. You started trudging through the house, checking every room for him. You made your way into the bedroom and found it empty. But the silence of the house allowed you to hear the hiss of running water in the shower.

You perk up—the thought of taking a warm shower with your partner sounded so nice and relaxing. You started to undress, and set your clothes into the laundry bin before opening the door to the bathroom. Steam from the shower started to trail out, carrying the scent of his shampoo.

You entered the bathroom and were met with an amazing sight—Childe’s lean and muscular body, glistening with water. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander. Scars were spread throughout his body and legs, but he wasn’t ashamed of them. And you knew better than to pity him for them. Yes, he was a skilled and deadly warrior, but he couldn’t walk away from every battle unscathed.

He must’ve heard you come in, and he probably knew you were staring at him. He flexed and turned slightly, so you could see more of his muscle definition in the bathroom light.

“See something you like?” He asked you with a smirk on his lips. Oh, you were gonna get rid of that soon.

“Just thought I’d join you.” You slid open the glass door and stepped in behind him. “How was your day?” you asked while helping him wash his hair. He told you what he could, and let you talk about your day.

Then you offered to wash his body. He raised an eyebrow when he looked back at you, but gave no answer. Childe was always way too prideful when it came to sex. But with each round, you wore him down a little. This would be another chip in his armor.

You lathered his body wash between your hands before washing his back in circles. You brought your hands around to his chest and repeated that motion. Then down to his stomach. You slowed your movements when you ran your hands down his thighs. Purposely making it more sensual. Especially when you started “washing” his inner thighs. Starting near his knees and trailing upwards when—

You felt the head of his cock touch the back of your hand. You gasped, pretending to be shocked. Then you wrapped your fingers around him. He wasn’t fully hard yet.

“Gotta clean everything, right?” You smirked against his back. Again, he didn’t answer. It was a small sign of defeat.

You kissed his back and his shoulders while you started to pump him. Childe placed his hand over yours and squeezed, to show you what kind of pressure he liked. His cock started to grow, becoming harder and hotter. With each stroke, you ran your thumb against his head, making him shiver.

With your free hand, you reached down and lightly cupped his balls. You ran your fingers across the skin while your other hand continued to stroke him. He thrusted himself into your hands as a reaction. He braced his hands on the wall in front of him and let his head hang so he could watch you work.

“Haahh… mmm… fuuuck y/n…” Childe started to get more vocal, a sign that he was going to come soon. He thrusted more than you stroked, so you figured you’d let him finish himself. You stilled your hands, but didn’t let go of his cock.

“Ajax, baby? My hands are tired… why don’t you just finish yourself?” If he could see how big your smirk was, your situation would be a lot different. He looked back at you again, trying to look angry, but it was hard to hide the arousal plain on his face and in your hands.

Childe started to move his hips. He closed his eyes and imagined you as the “hole” he was thrusting in. The ridges of your fingers were the ridges he felt when he was inside you. Sometimes you’d increase your grip’s pressure, much to his delight.

His thrusts started to lose their rhythm. You braced your free hand on his pelvis, feeling small twitches of muscle. His cock started to throb, and you felt the rush of his orgasm through it. He moaned your name as he climaxed.

His knees buckled slightly as his hips met your hand for the last time. His cum landed on the shower wall, quickly washed away by the stream of water.

He was quick to recover. One of the traits of a skilled warrior was high stamina, after all. He whipped around and stepped toward you, reaching behind to turn off the shower. He had that predatory look in his eyes, not unlike the one he wears on the battlefield. He dragged a hand down your stomach before reaching further down. Fingers teasing against you, he leaned over and whispered in your ear,

“I think it’s your turn, hm?”

😳 I think I need to take a cold shower after this one.

RB’s highly appreciated!

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 41: Discussions

In Stiles' free period, he still dreaded the thought of Scott ever finding out about his fight with Donovan.

It helped that he had Sam on his side, but he wanted both of his best friends to believe that he was in the right.

Suddenly, the lighting in the hallways got darker and the hallway lights began to glow brighter, causing immediate and unanimous confusion among the student body.

It was night already? But it was only 12:47pm. Noon.

Stiles' eyes widened as he realized what the hell was happening. Before he could make any moves, his phone rang.

He pulled out his phone to reveal his father's caller id and answered. "Dad."

"You're seeing what I'm seeing, right?", the sheriff asked his son in disbelief. Stiles nodded. "Yeah. I think I know what's going on.", he replied.

"Okay, just making sure.", his dad said. Stiles hesitated to hang up. "Is that all you called me for? You don't usually call me unless something's really wrong."

Noah sighed. "He's gone, Stiles."

Stiles frowned in confusion. "He? He who, dad? There's a lot of he's that I know."

"Carl Smith."

The name made Stiles freeze. "He broke out. Dunno how but I got a call earlier saying that he broke out of his cell. Like a monster busted through the cells.", the sheriff said. "Could he be a Kanima?"

Stiles didn't say anything. Hell, he had questions of his own. How could he, of all people, be a Kanima? When? Where was he?? Who turned him??

If he was out, could he be going after Sam…?

"Stiles.", the sheriff called. Stiles rubbed his forehead. "Yeah—yeah, I got it.", the younger Stilinski responded. "We'll keep an eye out.", his dad said.

"Yeah, I gotta go get Sam.", Stiles rushed and hung up, quickly finding one of his supernatural friends after texting Sam.

Worried, since he hadn't gotten a quick text back from her, he found Lydia amongst the confused students who crowded the hallways.

"Hey, you know where Sam is?", he asked, confusing her. The girl shook her head. "I only saw her in math today, so she is here. Do you have any idea where she could be?"

Stiles thought for a moment before nodding. Lydia nodded. "Lead the way."

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Back in the library, Sam's heart picked up in pace as she saw a familiar face she hoped to never see again.

His creepy grin, towering height and drowning smell made her feel like she had shrunk. De-aged, even.

She felt small, weak, and pitiful. As he stepped closer, Sam took a step back. She wanted so badly for Derek to snap her out of it, to save her, to tell her it was all a dream and that it wasn't real.

She knew it couldn't have been. The house was proof of that, but he… he felt real.

Practically cornering her on the wall of the Hale porch, Sam shut her eyes, trying to take in deep breaths and calm her racing heart as he closed in on her face like he had done before.

It didn't do her any good if she felt like she was gonna pass out.

"Sam!"

Her eyes popped open and she was now back in the library once more. In front of her, she saw Stiles and Lydia crouched next to her, looking at her worriedly.

"You saw something, didn't you?", Stiles asked. Sam's eyes bubbled with tears as she nodded and Stiles instantly pulled her into a hug.

Moments after Sam had calmed down, she realized the confusion of what was happening and sighed as they left the school altogether.

She didn't feel like inverting the atmospheric setting. She was already drained from the hallucination she had gotten.

Stiles didn't question her any longer. He didn't leave her side either. He couldn't. Not after the news he had gotten. He wasn't even sure if he should tell her.

Was the hallucination a trap…? Was she almost taken from them so soon?

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The teens all met at the hospital. All, but Kira and Liam. Sam frowned worriedly. “Where’s Liam?”, she asked. “Waiting with Hayden…she was a chimera.”, Scott responded. “And Kira?”, Sam asked.

Scott frowned. “She’s leaving Beacon Hills.”, he replied, shocking Sam. She couldn’t blame Kira. Hell, if she had a chance — if she didn’t care about her friends so much, she’d take her mom and leave.

“You’re not gonna see her off?”, Sam asked. Scott looked down. “The pack comes first.”, Scott responded. “Scott, Kira is a part of the pack. Go see her off.”, Sam scolded, making him smile. Scott nodded and ran out of the hospital.

In the same night, Stiles had his own hallucination, imagining his mother and her hatred for him. For killing her. For scaring her.

It killed him to see her so distraught and broken, but he snapped out of it enough to see that it wasn't his mom that attacked him, but a chimera.

Before the chimera could land any fatal blows, Theo came and pulled him away from Stiles.

Theo charged, swinging his hand but the boy ducked, gripping onto him, throwing him into the electric generator's gate that surrounded the now spark throwing machine.

He got up, going to swing again but the Chimera knocked out Theo's leg, having his crash to the floor, and he stepped on his hand, crushing it, having Theo let out a roar mixed with a grunt.

The Chimera grinned and Theo roared louder, hitting him, knocking him off of his hand and spun up onto his feet. The boy ran for him but was pushed back by Stiles.

Theo then jumped down as the boy went to punch his face but he caught it, cranking it back with a crack, punching his stomach repeatedly, while gripping his throat.

The boy hissed and Theo's eyes brightened into a golden yellow, his fangs snarling. Sparks lit and scattered by Theo as he snarled and yanked back his arm, ripping out the boy's throat, his blood pouring onto the floor. The boy fell back, coughing, choking on his own blood.

"Stiles," Theo spoke up as the boy looked up at him. "You can't say anything. Please, don't say anything.", Theo begged, shaking his head.

"Why not?", Stiles asked. 

"Because I never said anything about Donovan.", Theo said, making Stiles' expression falter into panic.

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At the Wilson residence, Sam sat on her carpet floor, testing herself on making links to her friends in case something happened.

She had a bad feeling about the dread doctors and who else they were gonna go after. Of course her first thought was to make links for Scott and Stiles.

It would let her know what was going on with them, whether they were hurt, stressed or sick. 

Using Scott's jacket she had gotten after almost drowning in the school's pool and one of Stiles' he had left over, she made links to them, her forehead immediately beaming from the crescent moon that brightened in the middle of her eyebrows.

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"I know what happened to Donovan.", Theo told Stiles as he changed back to normal, sparks still bursting and pelting out of the electric generator.

Stiles looked at him with a distant look in his eyes.

"I know everything.", Theo said. Stiles charged at Theo, grabbing him by the collar, pushing him back into the chained fencing of the generator.

Theo let out a grunt, looking at him. "You don't know anything.", Stiles growled out. Stiles paused, glancing down at the boy next to them, then back up at Theo. "Let's take him. Someone's stealing the bodies anyway, right? Here's our chance to find out who.", Stiles said.

Theo grabs Stiles, spinning him around, and thrushes Stiles up against the fence, causing him to groan.

"I was there, I was at the library.", Theo said. "Malia found the book. She was texting us to see where you were. She said she left you at the library. I told her I was close. When I got there, I heard the scaffolding come down."

"You saw him?", Stiles asked.

"Just the body.", Theo replied.

Stiles didn't like that answer. It made him sound so horrible. The boys let go of each other. "I watched you come out. I was gonna say something but then I saw the cop car.", Theo said, fixing his shirt. "And the body was gone. I don't know who took him. Only saw what you saw and I didn't say anything because you didn't."

Stiles frowned. Out of all people, Theo knows. Theo turned and listened, looking back at Stiles. "That's not an ambulance, is it?"

Stiles shook his head. "We should get out of here."

He glanced back down at the boy. "You killed him," Stiles whispered.

"In self-defense."

Stiles tilted his head at him. "He was going to kill you and me. Who knows who else he could've gone after?", Theo defended.

Stiles gaped at him. "If we stay, we're either going to have to tell the truth or we're going to need a pretty convincing story. It's your choice. I'm not going to ask you to lie to your dad.", Theo says.

Their attention focused on Stiles' wrist that illuminated a white small crescent moon on the corner of Stiles' wrist.

Theo frowned in confusion. He thought Stiles was human. And if he was, then what the hell was that?

Stiles sighed, instantly feeling a familiar sort of relief. "Don't worry. I've had plenty of practice."

Stiles took Theo back to the animal clinic after calling Scott.

At the Animal Clinic, Scott showed up and Stiles and Theo stood on the side as Scott was looking down at the dead Chimera while Stiles gave a fake explanation.

Theo sighed, looking at Scott. "Do you know him?"

Scott gave a slight nod. "His name's Josh. He was a junior." He looked at the boys before pacing back and forth. Stiles looked down at Josh's body, covering his face with the black cover. "Which one did it? The one with the cane?", Scott asks.

Theo glanced at Stiles before looking back at Scott. "Yeah."

"What are we going to do with him? We can't just set the alarm and leave. That's how Tracy disappeared.", Stiles said. Scott just stared at him. "All night, someone's got to stay here with him.

"I'll do it." Theo lets out a sigh. "It's not like I had a big Saturday night planned."

Scott's phone cut him off as he picked up to answer it.

"What is it?", Stiles asks.

"Another one." Scott looked up. "Another Chimera."

"Then Stiles, you go." Theo said. "I'll stay here and watch over Josh's body."

Stiles left with Scott, closing the doors.

The next day was the same. In the morning. Theo missed school, staying at the Animal Clinic after nothing happened.

Theo frowned at the sound of a glitchy noise. He turned, heading out of the room and saw the one of the Dread Doctors, the Surgeon. He stared at him for a second, "Checking up on me?"

The surgeon stayed quiet and Theo's eyes fell on Josh who laid on the table. "You can't tell me you don't want to know who's taking the bodies.", he said.

Surgeon spoke. "Inconsequential."

"Why?", Theo asked. "You don't care that someone's running off with your little failed science experiments?", he sneered.

The Surgeon started breathing heavily, looking at him. "You already know who's taking them.", Theo said.

He nodded, getting angry. "Did you forget that you were supposed to be keeping me in the loop on everything?", Theo asked.

"Inconsequential."

"Not to me!", Theo shouted.

The Surgeon glared at Theo.

Theo nodded. "I know I'm trying here, but you have to let me know things that I need to know!"

Theo paused as he heard a car parking in the back. He glanced back to see that the Surgeon was gone.

He huffed walking back as he heard the door rattling. Theo headed back into the room to see Stiles walking in. "What's going on?"

Stiles frowned. He could've sworn Theo was talking to someone. "Is something wrong?", Theo asked.

"Whoever's stealing the bodies probably isn't going to do it while we are standing guard over one of them.", Stiles stated. 

"So you've got a better idea?", Theo asked. Stiles eyed the shelf and took out his phone, putting it on camera and sat it up to watch Josh's body.

They then headed out locking the doors, getting into the Jeep, shutting the doors. Stiles got out his watch, putting his camera feed from his phone on the watch's casting screen, looping it up on the rear view mirror watching "What happens now?", Theo asked.

"We wait.", Stiles replied.

"You want to take shifts watching?", Theo questioned.

"No, no." Stiles shook his head. "I want to spend some quality time with you.", Stiles replied sarcastically.

Theo nodded at him as he went back to watching the camera on the watch. "Sounds good to me."

Minutes had passed with Theo and Stiles in the Jeep, waiting for something to happen and yet, nothing did. 

Theo let out a light sigh. "You still wondering why I haven't said anything to Scott?"

"Maybe." Stiles took a glance at him then back at the watch.

Theo huffed a bit. "You think I've got some kind of ulterior motive."

Stiles nodded. "More than likely, Theo."

"Would you believe me if I said all I want," Theo shifted his eyes over at him. "All I ever wanted is for you guys to trust me?"

"Nope.", Stiles said.

"So you're here because you're never going to trust me."

"Yep. Glad we had this talk.", Stiles immediately shuts him down.

"You know who you remind me of?"

"Theo, I really don't care." Stiles shook his head.

"My sister.", Theo mumbled and Stiles stayed quiet, biting back a sigh. "She was smarter than everyone too. And a pain in the ass like you. But she always looked out for me. The same way you look out for Scott and Sam."

Stiles looked at Theo. "When you helped her out of the library, I knew something was up. Couldn't tell what. Still can't. Is she still the same as before? Like in elementary?", Theo asked. 

Stiles frowned. "But the same, I'm assuming you mean she still nice, then yes, she's the same. But she's also different now. We all are." Stiles didn't want Theo to get his hopes up.

"I envied you two, you know. You guys have someone like Sam to take care of you two… and I haven't had anyone in… forever. You're lucky."

Stiles shook his head, shrugging. "Why are you telling me this?", he asked, confused.

"I'm telling you because even if you don't trust me and even if you don't like me, I'm still going to be looking out for you."

Theo stared at Stiles and Stiles stared back at him. Silence filled the Jeep once again. Stiles looked at the watch, still watching Josh's body on the table.

"You know, I saw his teeth." Stiles nodded at Theo. "Donovan." He clarified. "He was a Wendigo, wasn't he?", Theo asked.

Stiles sighed, nodding, "Yeah."

"That's the cannibal one, right?"

"Native American.", Stiles stated. "The myth says that if you ate human flesh, your punishment was to turn into a creature that constantly craved it."

Theo folded his arms, sitting back in his seat. "That's a pretty judgmental myth."

"Well, I didn't make it up.", Stiles said, becoming irritated.

"What if it was the only way to survive? I mean, you ever heard of the Donner Party?", Theo said "I'm pretty sure they didn't turn into Wendigos."

"Well, they didn't live in Beacon Hills.", Stiles countered, looking at him.

"Good point." He nodded, "So what's the punishment for killing a Chimera?"

"You spend five hours in the car with Theo Raeken."

Theo chuckled a bit, a light smile peppered his face as Stiles kept a frown, staying quiet, gripping the wheel.

"Now, I know what my punishment is. I'm gonna lose my best friend." He paused for a few seconds as his eyes got glossy. "I'm gonna lose Scott."

Theo looked at him. "If you had to choose, would you rather lose Scott or Sam?" Stiles frowned at the boy. The absurdity of the question – it made no sense.

Theo smiled, realizing the difficulty of the question. "If you really had to choose in the heat of the moment, which one would you rather save than lose?"

"Sam.", Stiles whispered almost instantly. "Scott… Scott would never forgive me if he knew what I did.", Stiles looked down. "Sam… Even though, she hasn't been having an easy time with her issues as far as changes go, she still finds a way to forgive me for my mistakes. She holds me accountable, but doesn't make me feel like shit. Scott would."

"I also heard something about Donovan threatening Lydia but it was too mumbled, I couldn't quite catch the words, but I know that if Scott really gave up on you for some piece of crap like Donovan, then he wouldn't be a True Alpha, would he?", Theo asked.

"Or maybe that's the definition of one, someone who doesn't put up with murder.", Stiles stated. 

"It sounds like you guys need to look up justifiable homicide.", Theo said.

Stiles' eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Theo is disbelief. "Did you seriously just say that to the son of a cop?"

"A werewolf's eyes are supposed to change color when you take an innocent life." Theo's eyes brightened but they were still golden yellow. "Do these look blue to you?

Stiles frowned as he stared into them. "It was self-defense. For me, and for you.", Theo said. 

"Or maybe you just don't feel all that bad about it.", Stiles said. "You can't say one life is objectively less innocent than another one. What if they turn blue cause you feel guilty?"

"So it's up to interpretation?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"Okay." Theo nodded. "Then here's my interpretation of what happened with you and Donovan. Not guilty." He paused, sighing. "Did you feel bad about it?"

Stiles turned to him, with furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes as Theo shook his head. "Not now. I mean right then. Right when it happened. What were you thinking the moment you knew he was dead and there was no saving him? That there was no way that he could hurt your dad, no way of hurting Lydia–"

"One word. Good.", Stiles replied, looking straight ahead. Theo smugly smirked before leaning back into his seat.

Before either of them could say anything, Theo sniffed around, frowning in confusion. "What?", Stiles asked, watching him.

"A scent." He sniffed again. "Like smoke. Like something burning."

A sound caught their attention as a fiery, orange fist came through his open window, punching Theo in the face, causing him to whip his head in Stiles' direction and sprayed a mist of blood onto Stiles's face.

The person then tugged Theo out of the Jeep as Stiles watched in shock, backing up against his door.

Theo's door closed and the person moved towards the back, lifting up the Jeep as Stiles panicked, bracing himself as the person flipped the Jeep upside down. The windows cracked and peppered glass as Stiles fell down, passed out cold. 

The flame engulfed figure slowly started walking by with smoke rising from his body, and this entire time, he was the one taking the bodies.

The figure went into the clinic, took Josh's body, and started walking away with him, leaving a bruised Theo and an unconscious Stiles in his Jeep and disappeared into the night.

A car drove up to the animal clinic and out came Sam who rushed over to the burning jeep. "Stiles!"

She blocked her face from the smoke as she looked for her best friend. "Stiles!" 

Before she could make any moves, a person ran out of the clinic with a fire extinguisher, running over to the jeep, and extinguishing the flames.

Sam could see Theo's burnt face and frowned. "Theo?" He didn't say anything as he grabbed Stiles, pulling him out of the Jeep, laying him down. Sam kneeled down by him, cradling him in her arms.

"Stiles! Stiles, wake up!", Sam called, shaking him. She didn't get a response but bent down to hear his heart beating.

He was alive, but… "Stiles, wake up!!", she yelled. 

Stiles' eyes widened as he took in a giant gulp of air and coughed. When he caught his breath, he looked at Sam. "You're here…"

Sam smiled in relief. "I'm here. You're okay.", she reassured. He gave her a half smile. "You were supposed to be on bed rest."

Sam chuckled. "C'mon, you.", she helped him up and looked at Theo with a smile. "Thank you, Theo."

He smiled and nodded. "What happened?", she asked.

"The body… The body's gone."

Sam helped Stiles up while Theo got the Jeep back up on its wheels, and sighed, looking over at Stiles. "We should get you to the hospital. You took in a lot of smoke."

He shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Stiles, you were out cold. The moment I felt something was wrong, I rushed over as fast as I could. We gotta get you help.", Sam said.

"Sam, I'm fine.", Stiles reassures. "Promise."

The Dispatch radio went off, and Deputy Clark was talking. "Suspect in 1-8-7 is in custody and en route to the station. Suspect's name is Yukimura, Kira."

"Kira!?", Sam's eyes widened.

"What's a 1-8-7?", Theo asks, looking at Stiles.

"Homicide.", Stiles answered with a frown.

In the morning, Stiles, Theo, and Sam ended up finding Mason and Corey who told them a few things and they arrived back at Scott's house, calling Lydia and Malia to come over to discuss what happened to Liam and Hayden, who were taken by the Dread Doctors which made Sam's stomach sink in fear.

Malia, Stiles, Theo, and Sam discussed in the living room, talking since Lydia, Mason, and Corey were upstairs in Scott's room having a discussion about reading The Dread Doctors book.

Stiles and Sam jumped as Scott just busted into the door, walking past them. Stiles eyed him. "Hey, is Kira okay?"

Scott ignored Stiles and rushed up the stairs. "Scott?", Theo called. 

Sam's eyebrows furrowed before she went to follow Scott. 

"Sorry, I didn't get to read all of it.", Corey apologized.

"Oh, that's okay, Corey." Mason nodded.

Scott walked up to him. "He's right. We don't have time for that anyway."

"No, Scott, don't!", Lydia yelled as he flicked out his claws, and stuck them into the back of Corey's neck, making him gasp. Scott's eyes turned red, immediately, his body twitched as he looked into Corey's memories.

"Don't get too close.", Lydia said, stopping Malia and Stiles.

Theo looks at them confused. "What is he doing?"

"Tapping into Corey's memories. It's usually something only Alphas do.", Sam said.

Theo walks closer to Sam, inspecting Scott's work. "Is it as dangerous as it looks?"

"They could die if interrupted.", Sam says, making Stiles gape at her.

"Does anyone know if it's working?", Mason asked, glancing at Corey. 

"Oh, its working.", Sam said, looking at Corey and his twitching face. "I watched Peter do this to Isaac. And considering Peter was an alpha, he had more experience so it worked."

Sam's eyes scanned over Scott. Usually the process didn't take this long. What the hell was happening…?

"Scott." She watched the boy's body twitch. "Scott… Scott!", Sam yelled, snapping him out.

His eyes flew open as he let Corey go, tumbling backwards, but Stiles and Theo catch him and Lydia and Sam go for Corey, helping him up with standing and stabilizing him. "Is he okay?" Scott questions as he gasps. 

"What the hell did you do to me?", Corey asks, touching the back of his neck.

"You'll be alright.", Scott dismissed.

Corey placed his hand in front of him, looking at the bodily fluid with wide eyes. "There's blood."

"You'll heal.", Scott said.

"Scott…", Stiles starts.

"He'll be fine!", Scott shouts, making the rest of his friends' eyes widen at his outburst. Scott grabbed a notepad, flipping it open and grabbed a pencil and began to draw. "Listen. I think it worked. I saw something. There were tunnels. Pipes along the walls. There were these huge blue pipes at the entrance. Two on both sides…"

Stiles stepped behind him and looked at the drawing. "Wait a second, I know this."  Lydia walked up, joining their side. "I've seen this before. That's one of the tunnels I used to skateboard in. Remember my dad caught me one time and told me to never go back?", Stiles asked. 

Lydia nodded. "It's the water treatment plant." She looked up at him.

Scott huffed. "That's where they are. That's where we'll find Liam and Hayden."

Everyone followed after Scott. Stiles stopped him, "Scott. Scott, slow down. Just think for a second, okay? Mason shouldn't be going–"

Mason walked up to him. "Liam's my best friend. I'm going."

"Oh, did you suddenly get super wolf powers? I wasn't aware of that development.", Stiles said.

Sam looked at Mason. "If you're going, you're not running off by yourself when you think it's okay to get Liam." Mason nodded.

"Well, if you're not going, I could use the help.", Scott told Stiles.

"No, I'm coming just as soon as I talk to my dad. They're moving the body and he wants to make sure that this time no one steals it.", Stiles said.

"How's he gonna do that?", Mason shrugged.

"I don't know.", Stiles shook his head. "But whoever took the last one was strong enough to flip my Jeep."

"We can bring Theo!", Malia pointed at him.

Everyone looked at him as he tensed up. "Maybe I better stay here. You know, in case the Doctors decide to make a house call for Corey."

Corey frowned and Lydia shook her head. "Scott, Stiles is right. We need to slow down and think."

"I am thinking… about how Liam and Hayden could already be dead.", Scott determined.

"You could've hurt him, Scott. Really hurt him.", Lydia countered, nodding.

Sam shook her head. "Scott, you gotta slow down. You're rushing without a plan."

"I have to find Liam.", he combatted, turning and walking away from them, making Sam frown. 

She sighed once Scott left and looked at Stiles. "Something's really wrong with him."