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clonemedickix · 11 months

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Rating: M

Word count: 6.8K

Pairing: Captain Rex, OC General Lara Lin, Torrent Company, Marshall Commander Cody

Warnings: implied and actual recreational drug use, noncon drug use (by a naughty friend), time spent at a bar, drinking, nakedness, hidden tattoos, general Halloween fun, scary movies

Excerpt Summary - The Torrent Company boys decide they want to experience some of Earth’s finest scary movies but are unprepared for the fallout.

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The men of the 501st and Dragon Company were due some R & R after their last mission. General Skywalker and General Lin released them for shore leave from the Resolute and Talon, and told them they didn’t need to be seen for three days. The men and their Generals went their separate ways, looking forward to unwinding as well, though it would be brief. Generals Kenobi, Skywalker and Lin were all expected back at the port in two hours, set to leave for a short leadership conference that would take roughly a day.

Jesse nudged Kix and said “What are we gonna do for three days?”

“Volte was telling me the General has these really wizard movies from Earth she let them all watch on the way out to the last mission. Scared the pants off of them. He said he felt sure the General would lend them to us if we wanted to give them a try. They’re ‘horror movies’ from her home word,” Kix said. He sounded quite interested in seeing them, so Jesse thought on it for a moment, then called back to the rest of the squad. “She evidently told them it’s some special time of year back on her home world, when they celebrate dark, scary stories and such, and kids dress up like monsters and beg for treats.”

“You guys up for trying some of General Lin’s scary movies?” The gist of his tone a challenge, wondering if they were man enough to watch. “I’m not dressing up as anything but you’re all free to shower me with treats,” he said with a laugh.

Hardcase immediately piped up with “I’m in! Maybe we can find some Mantel Mix and watch in the barracks, spread a sheet on the back wall. I hear you have to use a different type of projector to watch her stuff.”

Fives and Echo nodded; they had experience with the General’s technology. Fives said, “Yep, Earth shows are in what she calls 2 or 3D - dimensional - and not holo projected. But they sure are more colorful and clear to watch.”

“You know, some of that stuff she has from Earth is actually pretty rough to watch,” Echo warned. “Fives and I have seen some of it and they can get pretty intense…”

Hardcase sputtered out a laugh. “Oh come on Echo! We’re soldiers. There’s nothing we can’t handle!”

“Okay… I’ll head over and get her IPad and the projector. I’m sure she’ll be happy to let us borrow them.” Echo and Fives peeled off from the rest and headed to the Dragon Cave to get the stuff while the others walked to the 501st barracks, which was a row up from the modified container the General occupied with her faithful attachés, Fives and Echo.

“What are you going to pick for them to watch, Echo? I can see the wheels turning already,” Fives said with a chuckle. The General had some truly freaky stuff in her movie collection, and she’d watched many of the shows with Echo and Fives, grinning like a gargoyle as they jumped at the many scares during the course of the movies.

“Hmmm… Event Horizon, definitely. Maybe that Silence of the Lambs show? Oh and The Shining, that one is super freaky. I bet Hardcase will lose it over the crazy dude with the axe.” Echo’s eyes were gleaming at the thought of scaring the wits out of his brothers.

“Gotta put something funny in there too, though. What about that Thor: Ragnarok show? It’s got good action and is funny.” Fives was dropping his armor as fast as he could in their small bunk room, calling out suggestions while Echo rummaged in Lara’s cabinets.

“Yeah that’s a good show too. Man, I can’t find her stuff. She must have the IPad on her. Wonder when she’s gonna get back?,” Echo’s frustrated voice complained from her office. He’d searched her bunk, her small chest of drawers and now her desk, only managing to find her projector and speaker.

“She went with Rex and General Skywalker to report in at Command for the mission summary. I’m sure she’ll be back soon, if she and Rex didn’t take some long detour,” Fives added with a soft eye roll.

The door snapped open and the people in question strolled in, clearly in mid conversation about something. Lara arched an eyebrow, seeing Echo riffling through her desk, the projector and speaker lying on the flat surface. “Whatcha doin there, Echo?,” she asked in her typical curious drawl.

“Volte told Kix you showed them your horror movies on the way out to the mission and it scared them, so now Jesse and Hardcase want to prove they can’t be scared by your shows. I was looking for the stuff; I didn’t think you’d mind us using it.” Echo shrugged. He knew she wouldn’t mind; he’d be even less surprised if she suddenly volunteered to come watch with them.

“Ohhh…,” Lara said with a bright smile. “Oh definitely, here let me get you the iPad.” She dropped her backpack to the floor and opened one of the chambers up, pulled the tablet out and handed it to Echo. “I wish I could watch with y’all but I have to go to that leadership meeting with Kenobi and Anakin.” She looked regretfully over at Rex, and then said with a mischievous look, “You should watch some of those with them, Rex. I don’t think you’ve ventured into the scary movie genre yet, and they’re sure to need supervision.”

“How scary can it be after the things we’ve seen on the battlefield?,” the Captain said with a shrug.

Lara laughed. “Oh, it’s a different sort of scary than war. Trust me. It’s more…. Cerebral. Food for the imagination.” She smirked at him playfully and said, “I’ll be back tomorrow evening. I’ll expect a full report on what you watched.”

“Hey General, which ones do you recommend?,” Fives called out quickly.

She stopped and thought for a second. “Event Horizon is my favorite, so definitely that. Something Wicked This Way Comes is a very oldie but goodie. Silence of the Lambs, Nightmare on Elm Street, Hellraiser, The Shining, House on Haunted Hill… Oh and 13 Ghosts!” She paused, thinking again. “That’s quite a few… that should be pretty good for a start. Watch IT and Event Horizon last.”

Rex was shaking his head, knowing the things Lara suggested were probably going to raise hairs on his men; her other-worldly ways sometimes showed through in disturbing tastes. “I’m going to have to get all the of the men therapy after watching that stuff aren’t I?”

“Hey you’re tough soldiers…weren’t you just telling me how nothing phases you or some such?” She smiled and nudged his shoulder with her own. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to snuggle with you and make it all better.” She flashed him a playful smirk. “I’ve got to go. You boys behave.” With that she turned and left the Dragon Cave, heading back to the Command Center to meet with Generals Kenobi and Skywalker for a short trip for the GAR leaders.

Echo finished setting up the iPad with the projector and speaker while Fives and Hardcase hung a sheet across the back wall of the 501st bunkhouse. Jesse, Kix and Rex were settling into chairs they’d pulled up around the projection system, and Kix was passing around Mantel Mix and fizzy drinks.

“We can watch this stuff all night tonight and then tomorrow we can go party at 79s. Best of both worlds, right guys?,” Kix said.

“Straight up!,” Jesse said with a laugh.

Rex was leaned back with his feet crossed at the ankles. He’d much rather have been with Lara on the leadership trip, but Skywalker had told him it wasn’t necessary. Even Cody hadn’t been invited. He still had some worries about what these movies were going to be like, but couldn’t deny he was somewhat excited to watch. Everybody needed a little thrill every once in a while.

Echo and Fives had decided to start with what Lara would call a ‘softball pitch’ and show them Thor: Ragnarok first. The boys of Torrent squad had never seen any of her movies at all, so it would ease the rest of the men into the format, plus it was a good movie anyway. The clones were startled at the color and richness of the 2D images; holographic shows and messages washed things out terribly. The movies were beautiful, realistic in that you felt you could reach out and touch the actors. Hardcase particularly loved the action and bright explosions. They all thought Fenrir the wolf was cool and Jesse wondered aloud what Commander Wolffe would have thought of the giant shaggy beast.

“He’d probably want one he could ride into battle too,” Rex muttered. The men all laughingly agreed.

They next switched pace and moved to Silence of the Lambs. It was such a dark, tense story, and the men groaned when Lecter got away at the end. Cannibalism was taboo even in their galaxy. Hardcase leaned over and impersonated the fff fff ffff fffffff in Echo’s ear after menacingly murmuring how he’d like to ‘eat his liver with fava beans and a nice Chianti.’ Hardcase had no idea what Chianti was, or fava beans for that matter, but he felt the line was pretty cool, as Echo swatted at him to get away. The chase at the end of the movie through the dark house as Buffalo Bill tried to trap and kill Clarice had the men on the edge of their seats, and Kix cheered when she finally unloaded her gun into the creep.

Fives picked the next movie in the line up - he chose Hellraiser. The men were all more and more confused at what the humans of Earth considered edgy entertainment. This frightening dude with pins in his head… holy kriff! The men were moving from tension over the plot lines to worry about what they were going to see next.

Echo transitioned them straight from Hellraiser into Nightmare on Elm Street. This one had an interesting premise; that you could be terrorized and chased, even killed within your dreams. It was concerning, even frightening to think about, but Hardcase frankly loved Freddy Kruger having knives for fingers. He wanted a glove just like it. The men all laughed, agreeing that Hardcase would be more likely to harm himself and his nethers with a glove like that, and then decided to take a stretch break and refill their snacks and drinks.

They let Kix choose the next title, as he ran through the list the General had recommended. “Hmmm. How about, ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes?’” Echo tapped it and started the movie. The suspense in the movie, seen through the eyes of children, gripped them all hard. They were all creeped out when the spiders attacked the boys in their room, the waves of insects sending chills up the soldiers’ spines. The men weren’t strangers to the concept of spiders; they were happy when the movie ended, and Jesse immediately volunteered to pick the next.

“What about… 13 Ghosts?,” he said musingly. “What even is a ghost,” he wondered aloud.

“Oh, the General said that was a good one. Scary but also kind of sad in parts. Like, we will find something to root for,” Fives said in explanation.

“She said a ghost is a remnant of a human’s spirit that remains behind after they die. On Earth, they can have good purposes or bad, and the bad ones work at scaring people,” Echo explained patiently.

“Put it on then!,” Jesse said bravely. Ghosts weren’t really a concept the clones had been raised with. The thought that something remained after death, that could terrorize and instill fear, really got to Kix and Jesse. Kix was especially captivated by the premise, since he felt himself haunted by the men he couldn’t save. The small undertone of pathos in 13 Ghosts actually struck home with him, and Kix felt rather conflicted about the movie. He wondered how his buddy Volte felt about some of these shows.

The men moved on to House on Haunted Hill, and had to admit - that one got to them. Lots of jump scares, so much tension; the men actually flinched in their chairs and at one point Rex stood up like he was going to defend himself. All of his squad laughed at his reaction, but they weren’t much better. The movies were starting to get to them, making them nervous and flighty, and they could see now what the Dragons had been talking about when they said the General’s movies scared them.

“Okay guys. Short break, and then we have three more that the General personally recommended. The Shining, It, and Event Horizon. She said save them for last,” Echo said with a smile. The men took a refresher break and then settled in for the home stretch. They were already tired from their movie marathon, but were enjoying themselves.

The Shining straight up scared Jesse and Hardcase. The two little twin girls standing at the end of the hall, calling “Come play with us” had the men staring with wide eyes and wondering what fresh hell little Danny had landed in. Hardcase called out “Run, Danny!! They’re not real!,” and threw Mantel Mix at the screen in frustration. When Danny’s father Jack went to room 237 and found the female ghost in the bathroom, Jesse dropped his drink and snacks, pushed his chair over backwards and hit the floor with a flop that made everyone stop and laugh. Echo paused the movie quickly so they could clean up his mess. The man had been happily into things when the beautiful, tall, naked girl was on screen but he patently didn’t appreciate her becoming an old, drowned, rotting corpse. They slogged their way through the terror of Jack’s mental breakdown and his chasing his family through the hotel, crashing through the door with an axe.

At the end of the movie the men were all silent for a moment, and then Kix piped up, “We better hide any axes from Hardcase.” The men burst out laughing at that.

Hardcase chuckled and then rebutted, “I see that more as a Jesse thing. Him beating a door down and then saying ‘Heeeerrre’s Jesse!’” The men agreed that might actually make more sense.

Everyone settled in for IT, and were slowly, progressively horrified as the movie went on. The tension and the creep factor had them all sitting with their arms crossed defensively across their chests, jaws clenched as they did their best to maintain a brave air of control. But some of the jump scares in the movie got to them, and Fives, who’d seen the movie before, found himself laughing at his brothers with glee at their discomfort. He couldn’t wait til they saw the finale of Event Horizon. It would hit more close to home for them, as it was a movie set in space.

When IT finished and rolled credits, the men all stood, shaking their heads. Jesse looked over at Echo and gave him a wry look. “This is what they call ‘entertainment’ on Earth? Some of this is kriffed up!”

“Yeah, they’re hard on the imagination. But there’s a lot of good, pure entertainment on her IPad, too.” Echo smiled. “We saved the General’s favorite for last. Let’s see how you handle that one.”

The men once more got comfortable for the final movie. This time, Kix, Jesse and Hardcase dispensed with the chairs and settled in on the floor with pillows and a couple of their thin bunk mattresses. Their interest was piqued as they realized the movie was set in space, and spoke of things they could relate to, such as light speed and exploring other galaxies, and mysterious space ships that return from cryptic, secret missions. The clones were immediately sucked into the story, following the crew of the Lewis and Clarke as they worked to recover the Event Horizon and determine what had happened to the derelict ship.

The mystery started to deepen as the ship came alive. When the first torn and shredded, frozen body floated past the sight of one of their crew, Kix sucked in a breath in horror. What could do that to a body? The scientific theory behind the movie was entirely plausible to the clones; they were familiar with the principles governing the humans in the movie: the need for air, the laws of gravity. What they couldn’t wrap their minds around was, what had happened to the crew? It was a horror they faced in their daily lives; they depended on the safety and security of their ships to keep them alive. When it became more and more apparent that the ship itself was haunted and alive with a terrible evil, it sent chills into their souls. And when they realized what had happened to the crew, driven insane by the evil the ship had brought back from another dimension, killing each other in an orgy of horror, they all collectively gasped and covered their mouths in shock. The Lewis and Clarke crew started to all slowly go insane themselves, starting with the Event Horizon’s creator, Dr Weir. The culminating awfulness of him ripping his own eyes out, as he prepared the ship to return to hell left them all speechless and sick to their stomachs. But the jump scare at the end, leaving them questioning whether Stark had in fact escaped or not… Kix stood and had to leave the room to clear his mind.

For sure the men realized the General’s collection of Earthen horror was nothing to sniff at, and they all retired to bed, illuminated in ways they never thought they’d be. Jesse and Hardcase lay in their beds quietly, memories of the movies flashing across the screen of their minds as they tried to relax and get some sleep. Rex went to his own bunk, shaking his head at the rather awful imagination of the humans on Earth. He’d merely thought he’d seen it all in war; clearly he had never ventured into horror such as those humans had.

The next day, the men lounged until it was time to head to 79s. They had all slept in various stages of poorly, images of the movies coming back to startle them awake. Rex woke, feeling completely unrested and affected by all of the things he’d watched the previous evening. For sure, that last movie was going to be with him every time he went to space on a mission now. ‘Damn it, Lara!,’ he thought to himself. ‘Showing us that stuff, knowing what it was gonna be like.’ He was going to have to talk to her about these people of hers and where their minds were.

The squad got to 79s as a group, moving among their brothers smoothly, finding a large booth with a free table, and getting drinks ordered. A couple of beautiful Pantoran females wended their way through the crowd to the men’s booth, Jesse and Hardcase making room for them to sit. Those two were always welcoming of pretty ladies. Rex saw Cody at the bar and moved over to chat with his friend, while the men sat drinking at their table with the attractive Pantorans. The Captain had no idea they’d brought spice with them, nor that the men were passing it around to enhance their fun while he was away from the table.

When Rex finally made his way back to his men, he picked up his drink to finish it, completely unaware that Fives had spiked it with the spice they’d all been sharing. At first, Rex had watched his men laughing and joking, thinking they were really feeling their drinks tonight. But soon, he was guffawing right along with them, chuckling at their illicit humor, eyeing the women a bit lasciviously. A small part of his mind sent him a panicked warning, that he shouldn’t be looking at anybody else…what if Lara got back and saw him? But he couldn’t help himself, they were just so beautiful, and he was feeling so good….

The bar tender called last rounds and announced the joint was shutting down in thirty minutes; Cody saw Rex and the rest of Torrent Company stumble to the sky taxi pad outside to leave, all of them weaving unsteadily. Well well - they took their shore leave seriously, he thought to himself. Even Rex was eyeing those Pantoran beauties in a way that had surprised him. Maybe he should check on them when he got back to the base, make sure they got to their barracks okay. Maybe he should reserve that memory of Rex with his arm around one of those girls for a later date as well….

The brave men of the 501st stumbled back to their barracks, all mostly supporting each other as they walked unsteadily along the road. Kix hit the button for the door and they spilled into the building, moving for their separate bunks. By this time, the spice was making them see and hear things that weren’t there. Jesse stumbled to his bunk, then needed to emergently hit the refresher. Echo walked over to an empty bunk and flopped down on it, hearing whispered voices in his head. He started to hug himself, rocking his body a little and whimpering. Fives sat down on the floor of the barracks and stared up at the light fixtures, as if they were the most captivating things he’d ever seen, like a moon. A moon he needed to gaze at, a moon he needed to praise - the most beautiful moon he’d ever seen! Hardcase was sitting on his bunk, his face in his hands. He looked over at the pile of laundry on the foot of his bed and slowly picked up a pair of briefs, spreading them over his face, his nose and mouth poking out of the crotch hole. In his fuzzy mind, he saw not fabric, but a mask of skin. He started speaking lowly, in a menacing voice, murmuring, “Hello… Clarice.” Kix sat in a chair in the center of the room near Fives, who was softly howling at the light fixtures by then, and spun around quietly, taking in the strange horror of the room and channeling Dr Weir. Rex also sat down in a chair, his mind a whirling mess of color and noise, seeing the chaos of the men all tripping before him, images of the horror movies rushing back to the forefront of his thought.

The door behind them snapped open, and Cody walked in with General Lin beside him. He’d run into her as she returned from the short leadership meeting, and she was headed to the Dragon Cave to rest and clean up. Cody mentioned how Rex’s group had been acting at 79s, and his intention to check on them. Lara felt some mild concern and curiosity, hearing that even Rex was seemingly affected by their excursion to the bar, and volunteered to accompany Cody for a wellness check.

When the door to the Torrent Company bunk room opened, the two leaders both froze, taking in the sight before them. A naked Fives sitting in the floor, howling at the lights on the ceiling. Jesse poking his face through the door of the refresher saying, “Heeeeeere’s JESSE!,” and leering at the rest of the group. Echo was staring at them a little sightlessly, seeing twin girls in little jumper dresses rather than the clone Commander and his General. He started talking to his index finger in a strange little voice as the girls called to him, saying ‘Come play with us, Echo!’ Hardcase was sitting on his bed with a pair of underwear over his face, moving his head around and saying, “FFF FFF FFFFF!” Rex suddenly felt like he’d seen too much, and his hands gripped at the arms of the chair like he was strapped to it, shouting ‘Oooohhh my GOOOODDD!”

Lara’s eyebrows couldn’t have gone any higher. “What in tarnation?! What the hell have they gotten into now?” She watched a moment longer, and suddenly laughed, pulling her phone out to record this nonsense for posterity and blackmail. “This calls for some good theme music!,” she murmured as she thumbed through the apps in her phone, settling on the Eurythmics’ ‘Sweet Dreams Are Made of These.’

Cody was staring, petrified in horror and confusion. He’d thought they were pretty blitzed when they stumbled out the door, but this… this was not normal. “This looks like a bad spice trip, General.”

She giggled, watching as Fives sat on his haunches, throwing his head back and crooning, “Aroooooooooogh!!!” “This is some good shit, Cody. I wish I’d been there to watch them at the bar. I’m so keeping this for blackmail down the line.” Lara panned the iPhone around the room, snorting as Jesse peeked back at her with wild eyes from the refresher. Hardcase had her laughing outright with his briefs over his face. This was CLASSIC, she thought with amusement. Rex was still staring at the general activity in the room, shoving his body against the back of the chair like the noise and lights were overstimulating. Kix was slowly spinning in a circle chattering away about taking the ship to hell. Lara looked over at Cody and grinned at him happily. “See THIS is why we don’t do drugs, class.”

Cody shook his head in wonder. “Those Pantoran girls Jesse and Hardcase were mooning over at their table must have slipped them some hard stuff. I wonder if Rex even knew what happened.” He walked over and jerked a blanket off a nearby bunk and threw it over Fives, who whipped his head around with a snarl and growled, “I’m a WOLF!” Cody jumped back a little in surprise at his vehemence.

Lara put her phone down on a foot locker, making sure it had a good wide view of the room, and moved over to Rex, standing directly in front of him and waiting until his eyes managed to focus on her dreamily. Rex smiled groggily and slurred, “Hey there, beautiful…” Lara laughed softly in reply.

“Hey there, handsome. Come on, up you go. Let’s get you out of those clothes and into a bed.” She coaxed the Captain out of the chair, prying his fingers gently off of the arms and nudging him towards a bunk. It didn’t matter whose it was at this point, so long as she and Cody could get them settled and asleep so the spice could wear off.

Rex giggled drunkenly and let her push him to the empty bed. “Ohhh look, Cody! The General is undressing me! Shhhh… I don’t think anybody is supposed to know ‘bout us, Gen’ral…,” he muttered unevenly. “Hey, that tickles… want to know where else I’m ticklish?” Lara smiled and shook her head as she pushed him down to pull his boots off. “Wanna climb in here and keep me warm?”

“Not tonight, lover boy. Be a good Captain and shush. Sleep now. You’re gonna feel this in the morning, and if you don’t remember, I will gladly provide proof,” Lara said, her voice thick with gleeful amusement. Thankfully, Rex settled down and started snoring almost immediately after she’d covered him with a blanket.

Cody was nowhere near as gentle with the others. He shoved, pulled and cajoled Fives to a bunk and under cover, working to ignore his protests about how wolves didn’t sleep in a bed. He yanked the underwear off Hardcase’s head and pushed him down on his back, laughing ruefully as the man grumbled about whether the lambs were still screaming. “You’re going to be screaming tomorrow if you don’t go to sleep, trooper.” Standing up he pondered which clone to go after next and asked Lara in an exasperated tone “What the hell did you let them watch, General?! If I didn’t know any better I’d say they were all crazy, the spice notwithstanding.”

“They wanted to watch scary movies from Earth, Cody. Who am I to refuse them some good entertainment and suspense, especially since it’s Halloween back home. Watching movies like that is a Halloween tradition. I didn’t expect them to go get roofied after watching all that stuff!” Lara giggled as she moved over to Kix, who was still spinning slowly in his seat, murmuring “Where we’re going, we don’t need eyes to see…” Lara chuffed a laugh out and said, “Come on Dr. Weir, time for bed.” She hauled the medic out of the chair and shoved him toward his bunk, repeating the process of getting him in some semblance of comfort and pulling a blanket over him. “At least this stuff didn’t turn them into assholes that don’t cooperate. I’ve seen people on Earth take some hard stuff that turned them into looney tunes that fought like they were in a battle for their lives, scratching, clawing, kicking and screaming. This is pretty docile, honestly,” she drawled to the clone Commander over her shoulder. Lara wandered over to Echo next and grabbed his hand, covering little Tony for a moment until Echo looked her in the eyes. “Tony says dull boys need sleep. Be a good boy and lay down, my Echo.” She pushed him gently back and helped him get his clothes off and settled.

That left Jesse in the refresher. Cody had already moved to try and herd the clone out of the room, but Jesse shut the door in his face and laughed rather sinisterly. Lara walked over to stand next to Cody and her eyebrows shot up as she heard Jesse’s voice call in a high falsetto “We all float down here…” Lara looked over to her friend and said, “Oooohhh he’s bringing out the big scary guns now. I hate that damn movie.” She stepped over to the door and called through the small crack, “Jesse, if you don’t drop the IT script now, I’m sedating you. I’m not playing.” He cackled darkly in reply. Lara looked at Cody with resignation and shook her head. “On three, Commander - we’ll open the door and move in to tackle him. Ready?” Cody nodded sharply, settling himself for the sack. “One… two…”

She didn’t get to three. Before she could complete the count, the door shot open and a fully naked Jesse appeared before them in all his tanned and tattooed glory. Lara’s eyes flew open in surprise, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’, and all three of them froze, staring at each other for a crystalline moment of confusion, suspense and hilarity. Then Jesse broke for freedom, sprinting past Lara and Cody like a prize winning Olympian heading for the finish line. He ran through the barracks, past all his sleeping brothers, down a hall that made a loop, and ended up back in the same room he’d just left. Lara and Cody chased after him, Lara with a blanket, struggling to run while laughing hysterically. “Jesse!!! Quit running! Don’t look, Ethel!!!” She could barely get words out, she was laughing so hard while half-heartedly chasing the naked clone.

Cody snatched the blanket from her hands and rounded the last corner to see Jesse standing in the center of the room, the clone’s wild gaze snapping back and forth in panic as he tried to decide what to do next, legs splayed, hands up as if preparing for his next break. Lara was singing “Here he comes, boogity boogity, there he goes… boogity boogity, and he ain’t wearing no clothes!! Oh yes they call him the streak…” She burst out into peals of laughter, whooping as she saw Cody do a flying tackle with the blanket out, enfolding Jesse in it as they both hit the floor. Lara staggered over to the two men, tears of laughter spilling down her cheeks, out of breath from both the chase and the situation.

The clone Commander was wrestling the naked Torrent Company man beneath the blanket and looked up at Lara a little helplessly. “General, if you have some of that sedative on your person, it might be a good time for it.”

“Nah, Cody, he’ll be fine.” She leaned down and peeked beneath the blanket, having guessed which lump was Jesse’s head rather than his firm butt. “Hey trooper… you ready to get some sleep? You going to play nice?”

Jesse quit struggling, looking back at the General a little vacantly. “Those movies were a trip, General. I don’t think I want to see anymore.”

Lara snickered in response. “Okay, Jesse, no more scary movies for you. Come on.” She held out a hand to him, and helped him up as Cody dragged himself off the floor behind him. The two put the now exhausted clone to bed, covering him up with the blanket Cody had just been chasing him with. Lara reached over and patted his butt with a smirk. “Sweet dreams, Jesse. Man, I sure hope I got THAT on camera!” She shook her head, looking at Cody salaciously. “Can you imagine? I’ll have Jesse doing anything I want for months, just to keep me from bringing it up!”

“I think you have enough material for a successful blackmail for the rest of their lives, Lara.” He surveyed all of the snoring, slumbering men quietly and let out a sigh of relief. Cody knew they were all going to wish they’d died in their sleep in the morning, both from the hangover and from the confused vestiges of memory they’d have, none of them quite sure what they’d done, or how they’d ended up in bed.

“Don’t you know it, Cody,” she said with a mischievous tone. She stepped over to Rex, leaned down and kissed his temple softly, whispering something private, but most likely loving, in his ear. Straightening she turned, and she and Cody left the barracks. “Well, that was an adventure, Commander. Care for a little breather of whiskey at the Dragon Cave before bed?”

“As long as there’s no spice or video recording involved,” he replied wryly.

“I would never do that to you, Codes,” she said with a grin. “Come on. Hard work with crazy people deserves a little refreshment.” She reached over and squeezed his shoulder with a smile, walking with him the short distance to her living quarters. It would stand empty tonight, since Fives and Echo were both passed out in the 501st barracks. But she and Cody would forever have some glorious dirt on the rest of the squad. Lara was sure the image of Jesse running by her, bare ass buck naked, would remain burned into her retinas for the rest of her life, but hey - what a nice image to have seared into your memory.

She and Cody toasted each other with a little clink of their glasses over her desk. Cody took a sip and sighed, gruffly gasping out, “That’s some smooth stuff, General. What is this?”

“It’s my Scotch - type of whiskey distilled on Earth. Aged for fourteen years, in a rum cask so it’s got a sweeter flavor. I love this stuff.” She took a healthy swig of it, pursing her lips as she savored the taste of the alcohol. She lazily pulled her phone out of her pocket, opening the small handheld device and flicking through programs with her thumb until she pulled up the video she’d taken within the barracks. Cody watched as she giggled softy to herself, sipping her whiskey while viewing the chaos on the small screen. From where he sat, he could just see the image of Jesse running by, all parts a-flapping as he streaked by the camera, Lara and Cody following behind like two zoo keepers running after an escaped animal. Lara chuckled deeply, then turned and propped her elbows on her desk, placing the phone on the surface and looking at Cody with bright eyes. “Cody. I think tonight is the start of a truly beautiful friendship, and one of the best damn Halloween’s I’ve ever seen.”

“I thought we were already friends, General,” Cody said with mild surprise. “And, I’m not sure what ‘Halloween’ is. Is that some Earth holiday?”

“Yes! It’s one of the best holidays they have. It’s said there, that on All Hallows Eve - Halloween now - the veil between the living and the dead and all manner of dark creatures is thin enough to allow passage from one dimension to the other. Spirits and ghosts, goblins and ghouls come out to play for just that one night, and it’s celebrated by decorating your home with creepy things like spiders’ webs or ghosts, skeletons and such. It’s a truly fun night, for kids. They dress up like scary monsters or their favorite scary movie character and go around asking for candy.” She smiled wistfully, then turned back to the Commander with a mischievous grin. “And we were already friends, of course, but now we are even better friends, because you and I have the dirt on Torrent Company, and that’s a powerful position to be in.” She winked at the clone commander and raised her glass for a clink.

“General, that whole squad and most of your Company are already sunk so deep in ‘dirt’ as you call it, hiding your relationship with Rex, that it would take a construction crew to dig them out of the hole. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure anybody would be very surprised at seeing what we witnessed tonight, other than finding Rex involved in it. The others, though - I’m not sure people will even blink too hard at it. Most will laugh. Eventually even those boys involved will find it a heroic adventure that only adds to their persona.” He shot Lara a small one sided smirk, taking another sip of his drink. “This ‘Halloween’ of yours does sound intriguing. I hope the men get as much out of it as you did.”

Lara laughed softly at his rebuttal. “Maybe so, maybe so, Cody. But rumor is one thing. A video is forever. And when people find out about Jesse’s special tattoo…,” Lara sat back in her seat with a smile. “Now I’ll forevermore know how ‘Lucky You’ is spelled in Aurebesh,” she said with a grin and arched eyebrow. “Can’t get much more out of one night than that!”

Cody laughed and finished his whiskey off with a long drag and then gasped a little as it burned its way down his throat. He placed his glass on her desk and picked up his helmet, then looked at Lara with a smile. “Well, General, it’s a been a night to remember.” He turned to leave and then thought better of it, rounding back to say one last thing. “Be sure to tell Rex since he was passed out, I took you on a damn good date with lots of nakedness, heavy breathing and good times involved with blankets. I can’t wait to see him trying to puzzle that one out at mess hall.” The Commander gave her a wink and proceeded to the exit, her laughter following him to the door. Before he placed his helmet back on, Cody smiled back at Lara, his friend, giving her a small two fingered salute. “Happy Halloween, General.”

“Happy Halloween, Cody,” she said with a smile of her own.

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witchyweasley · 3 years

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Unfinished Business ~ Ron Weasley

Pairing: gamer! gamer!Ron Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: Ron has been gaming with his friends for too long, so you take matters into your own hands.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, exhibition (?), oral,

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“Ron you’ve been playing for hours, I thought you said you’d be done in 20 minutes?” I sighed, flipping over on the bed behind his gaming set up. The dual screens flashed different things, one being a chat room, the other was the game.

“I will, we just have to do this before we can get off,” Ron said, not taking his eyes away from the screen.

“That was 2 hours ago, I thought we’d spend some time together tonight since it’s the first night off I’ve had in ages,” I whined. The lace set I had slipped on after my shower to surprise Ron with was now itchy and uncomfortable, these things aren’t meant to be worn this long.

“Just a minute babe,” he said, his eyes still glued to the screens in front of him. I decided to try something after another 10 minutes of keyboard clicking and him talking to the boys over headset.

Making sure his camera was off, I quietly stripped out of the sleep set I had on, finally revealing the lacy set. I threw my shorts over at Ron, landing right on his shoulder.

“What the-, oh bloody hell,” he said as he turned around and saw me in his favorite set.

“Hey,” I said, walking over to him. I heard him mute his mic quickly.

“How long have you been wearing that…” he asked, his eyes fixed on my hips as they swayed.

“Long enough, but go ahead and play your game, I know you promised them you’d finish this game,” I said, kneeling down in front of him.

“What are you- oh fuck,” he moaned out as my hands palmed his erection through his pants.

“Go ahead and keep playing. I can hear them asking you where you are,” I winked as I released his dick from the confines of his pants, pumping it slowly and feeling him get even harder.

“Hey guys, sorry about that. I uhhh, I just had to get some water.” He said as he unmuted himself, watching me in disbelief as I licked up his length before swirling my tongue around his tip, collecting any pre-cum.

He let out a low groan as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, but quickly covered it up with a cough when he remembered his friends could hear him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just a tickle in my throat, haha,” he rushed out in response to the boy’s questions.

I bobbed my head and hollowed my cheeks as I took more of his length in my mouth, swirling my tongue on the tip as I reached the top. His hand pushed my hair into a makeshift ponytail, lightly pulling on my hair the way I like.

I looked up at him and found his head dropped back and mouth open as he tried to hold back his moans. Right as he started to buck his hips up, I released him from my mouth and sat back on my heels.

“How’s the game going babe?” I smirked, pumping his length in my hand as I look up at him.

“...tell her we say hi!” I heard Harry say over headset.

“Actually, why don’t you tell her yourself. Here you go babe, the boys want to talk to you,” Ron smirked, pulling the headset off and placing it on me.

“Hey…” I said slowly, confused at the smirk on Ron’s face. Ron stood me up and swiftly switched so that I was in the chair and he was kneeling on the ground.

“Hey! How have you been?” Harry responded.

“I’ve been...great!” I breathed out as Ron’s hands slid up and pushed my legs up so they would rest on the arms of the chair. My breathing hitched as his thumb brushed over my clothed clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles.

“How’s work? I heard you’ve been pretty busy lately,” Dean asked me.

“Oh um, yeah! Quidditch season is always busy at the hospital…” I said quickly, trying not to moan as Ron’s finger pushed the lingerie aside so he could swipe his tongue through my folds.

“Are you okay? It sounds like you’re out of breath?” Neville asked, sounding a bit worried. I bit my lip and let out a sigh as Ron swirled his tongue around my clit.

“Yeah! Yeah! I um…. I just got done working out,” I lied, bucking my hips up as Ron continued lapping up my juices.

“I didn’t know you worked out! Do you want a gym buddy? Ginny keeps trying to recruit me for it, but I don’t think I can handle that,” Harry laughed.

“That’s...that’s a good idea, but- I only just started and I think she would kick my ass,” I stumbled as Ron sat back and used his thumb to circle over my clit, smirking when I stumbled on a word.

After swiping his tongue through my pussy for a final time, Ron held my hands and pulled me up, holding me tight as his lips attached to my neck. If it weren’t for the tight grip on my waist, I’d be a puddle on the floor right now. He flipped me around so that I was facing the monitor and his back was pressed up against mine.

“Hey boys, do you mind if she plays a round while I go grab a snack really quick?” Ron said into the mic of the headset.

“Sure! You know what you’re doing, right?” Dean asked me.

“Uh, yeah… I’ve watched Ron play it enough, I think I can figure it out,” I said, a bit confused as to what Ron’s plan was.

As the next round started, he pressed his hand to the middle of my shoulder blades and pushed me down so that I was bent over in front of the desk. His hands smacked my ass lightly a couple times before he pulled the lingerie aside again and swiped the head of his cock through.

“Oh fuck,” I said quietly as he slowly pushed into me, filling me inch by inch.

“You alright?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I-uh, I just fell off something, that’s all,” I said.

“I hate when I do that, it’s the worst,” Neville chimed in.

I stumbled through the game as I tried to focus on something other than the way Ron’s cock was stretching me out right now. His pace was slow and steady, fully taking himself out before slowly sheathing himself back into me.

“Hmmm, is there any way to go faster?” I asked the boys, but hoping that Ron caught onto my message.

“If you press the CTRL key, you should run faster,” Harry said. I barely heard him though because Ron thankfully did catch on. He pounded into me at a much better pace, causing my tits to bounce out of the low-cut lingerie and my breathing to pick back up again. His hand snaked around to toy with one of my nipples as his other one guided my hips back onto him. It took everything in me not to scream with pleasure as he hit all the right spots.

I accidentally let out a loud whine as I came on Ron’s cock, causing the boys to ask questions.

“I died,” I quickly said to cover up the noise.

“You lasted longer than I did, I died a while ago,” Dean said.

Ron was panting as he continued pounding me, trying not to make too much noise. It wasn’t long before me pulled out and finished on the small of my back. He pressed a couple kisses to my back before heading to our bathroom to grab a towel.

“Not that we don’t love playing with you, but is Ron back yet? I feel like this is the longest he’s taken to get a snack,” Harry said once the round was over.

“Ah-ha, here he is! Thanks for letting me play you guys, I’ll let you all talk to Ron,” I said as Ron came in with a towel. He cleaned me up as the boys said their Chorus of goodbye’s before I put the headset back on him.

Ron immediately muted the mic and pressed a hot kiss to my lips, “That was quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, holy fuck.”

“Oh you’re not off the hook yet. We have some lost time to make up from earlier,” I smirked before pressing a kiss to his lips and crawling onto our bed.

“Hey guys, so it looks like I’ve gotta head off here. There’s some, um, unfinished business that I need to take care of,” Ron said before logging off and pouncing on top of me, attacking me with kisses and love.

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dilftaroooo · 3 years

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hi! can you please write a nsfw oneshot for dio brando x fem! reader ? to be a little specific; can you add a boss/assistant dynamic & corruption kink? tysm ( ◠‿◠ )❣️

mmm corruption kink. thats absolutely my fav, anon 🤤. i'll be more than happy to write it for you. enjoy!

(business office au)

you gotta earn it. (boss!dio x secretary!reader)

word count: //1.7k+//

synopsis: you want that raise? then show mr.brando what it is you're willing to give up to him. it's only fair.

tw/tags: dubcon, nipple play, corruption kink, size difference (not heavily mentioned though), business attire, afab reader, cute virgin reader.

"No."

Those words left you speechless; stiff in your spot as you looked into piercing, yellow, eyes. He said it in such a nonchalant manner, you don't think he even took a double take on your question. You spent so much effort to muster up the courage to ask your boss the question that you dread to be answered - but not in this way. He must have made a mistake.

"'No'...?" You echoed.

Dio leaned back in his seat, eye contact never faltering as he crossed his legs, burgundy colored dress pants ruffled at the movement. He tilted his head in a mocking manner as one well groomed eyebrow raised upwards.

"Oh dear. Perhaps my beloved secretary has gone deaf? I shall repeat myself once more: 'No' meaning, 'No, I will not offer you a raise.'"

Your fist clenched as you try to fight back the tears of humiliation and neglect. Why? Why did he refuse you? You worked so hard for him and you knew he knew that. So why won't he give you this raise? Leave it to Dio to crumble up your acts of valor and throw them into a fiery pit.

Trying to regain your composure, you speak up,

"But, sir, Why? I've done so much for you these past couple years; schedule your meetings, review your records and documents, compose orientations for newcomers. I even make sure to make your coffee each morning - a long black with two shots of expresso."

Your eyes were becoming wet. You were on brink of breaking down and crying right in front of your boss. You don't even think he was the slightest bit convinced by your retort. All he did was observe you with a wicked smirk plastered on his face. There was no change in his features but, reluctantly, you resume.

"Please, Mr.Brando. Please give me this raise. I-I'll try to do better for you! Just tell me what it is I need to do. Please, I'll do anything, Mr.Brando."

Dio stiffened. It was that keyword that gained his attention: 'anything'.

"'Anything', you say?" You nod and a flash of his white teeth glimmered from the building's colorless light on the ceiling. His chuckle was deep. "Think before spouting careless words such as that, my little mouse." The small squeak emerges from his office chair as he gets up, approaching your meek figure and you cower at his nearness. His fingers gently grasped your hair and you notice how well kept they were - manicured with a clear polish and decorated with gold rings. You didn't miss the Rolex watch wrapped around his wrist.

"Such pretty hair," He lightly plays with your mane before tightening his grip and hoisting your head up, forcing you to look directly at him. "You don't mind if I tug on it do you, love?" He adores the wince you let out, eyes scrunched close with pain.

"Ouch! Mr.Brando, Please stop-"

"Oh but you said you would do anything for me, remember? So I'm allowed to use you however I please. You want a raise, don't you?" Your face burns when his lips feather against the skin of your cheek. You heave out a low sigh at his deed. Dio deliberately consumes your reaction - savoring it like the smoothest red wine.

"Have you ever been fucked before, dear?" The amorous question made you whine. This was just too dirty. You shake your head for an answer.

"N-No, sir."

"Really? You've never been touched before? No one has ever pounded that filthy, little, pussy of yours? Tsk, tsk, tsk - What a shame. Looks like I have to change that." He lets go of your scalp but your head never moves, eyes still on his frame as you process his words.

"Wait, Mr.Brando, please. I've never- oh!" You were put to an abrupt stop when he picked you up from under your arms and legs before setting you down on his desk. It messy with scattered documents he found frivolous and purposeless, there were much more important matters at hand.

Tearing off your white dress shirt and bra in a blink of an eye, he gave your mounds a carnivorous stare, gulping at your nipples swell at his glance. He wasted no time kneading them. You let out a moan from his heated touch. It was foreign to you.

"What a lewd sound you made just now, Y/n. You like this, right? I barely even started." His fingers teased your stiff buds, pinching and pulling at them.

"Ngh- No, Mr.Brando..."

His touches were blunt and straightforward, they were rough as he assailed your fragile body. He was fervent to take it to the next step. He lifts your legs up to take off your pencil skirt.

He lets out a delighted sigh beyond seeing your choice of underwear. "Lacy panties? Was my little mouse expecting this? Getting all dressed up for your boss. You're such a nasty fucking girl."

"That's not true! I was in a rush to-"

"Excuses, excuses. That's all I hear from you. Shut up and take your panties off. I want to see how wet your cunt is." You obeyed under his stern tone - slowly stripping off your red-laced panties. You still had your legs closed, ashamed to show him your untouched flower but Dio pried them open by your knees. Your heady scent instantly fills his nose and he takes this time to observe your pussy, you were soaked - vagina pulsating, waiting for anything to be plunged inside, trimmed hairs placed on your pubic area, clit swollen with excitement. It was remarkable.

"Look at you, throbbing so greedily." He puts two thickset fingers in your sopping pussy without warning." An invevitable moan escaped your lips when he applied pressure to your g-spot.

"M-Mr.Brando - mmmm - that spot, you're hitting that-"

"Quiet, little mouse. As much as I love to hear you scream did you forget the setting we're in right now? I hate the idea of someone seeing this pretty pussy other than me." You pitch your voice down an octave - not too fond of the idea of being caught by your coworkers (especially by Jonathan).

His digits rapidly thrash inside you, bodily fluids flew everywhere. "You're making such a mess all over me. So sloppy. I have no doubt that this is what my little mouse wanted. Your grip is so firm around me." Your small hand cover your painted lips. You didn't want anyone to hear you but Dio was making it all too hard, he was hitting all of the right spots within you.

Pulling his fingers out, he unzips his flyer and sought out for his cock. His length was huge, you were unsure if you should even continue. His member intimidated you. Dio knew you were on edge, he softly coos at your expression.

"Aw, don't worry, sweetheart. You'll only feel a slight pinch." Aiming his shaft to your entrance, you recoil once he plummets inside of you, tip kissing your womb. What you felt was more than a pinch. it was easily comparable to being stabbed in your nether regions. Tears flowed from your eyes.

"Pull out! Please, it huuurts!" Your cries were ignored as Dio continued slamming into you like no tomorrow. He covered your mouth with his large hand, muffling your wails.

"Ah- You feel that? My cock jabbing at your womb?" His thrust slow down so you can feel every inch of him - veins feeling more prominent than before. "That's how deep I go inside of you. This tiny body of yours can't handle a cock like mine. Ha! And would you look at that, I can even see your stomach bulging from my dick. How filthy."

He traced his fingers along the bulge forming near your abdomen. He rams in you relentlessly. You gripped the sleeves of his business suit, wrinkling them while doing so. Dio was fired up by the calls of his name leaving your lips, making him go at a, almost inhuman, pace.

Vulgar slaps of skin filled the room and you were both close to coming. Dio's hot breaths reached your ear and his thrusts losses its initial tempo.

"You're a few inches away from getting that raise, sweetheart. Just let me fill you with my seed." He bites the crevice of your neck - his teeth were sharp.

"Mr.Brando-! I'm gonna come...Agh- Mr.Brando... D-Dio!" Said man met his high after his name was yelped - relieved to let himself go, his cum spurts deep in your walls. You came shortly after by the feeling of him filling you up. Both of you sigh.

He hoists himself up off of you to put his dick back in his pants and fix his attire. You grimace at the slimy fluids now sticking between your legs. Dio scoffed. "Consider yourself lucky, little mouse. You finally got that raise you so desparately wanted. What's wrong with a little cum in you, hm?"

A bit irritated, you get dressed as well, getting ready to leave his office. But before you can exit, he turns you around to face him, eyebrow lifted in question.

"Leaving now? Have you forgotten what to say?" You assume he wanted some form of gratitude from you for giving you a raise.

"Thank you, Di-

"Hmmm? Did I fuck you so dense you forgot who I am to you?" You blush at his smile.

"T-Thank you, Mr.Brando."

"Good girl. Run along now." He slaps your ass before you leave.

"Dio, why do you smell like sweat? The only thing you do is sign papers and present at meetings." Jonathan frowned at Dio's pungent scent. The man chortled at Jonathan's exasperation. If only he knew what happened behind closed doors.

"Don't worry about it, JoJo. A little boy like you wouldn't understand."

"We're the same age, Dio."

"Oh yeah. You're right. You have such the resemblance of a child that I must've forgotten." Dio teases. The both head to the parking lot of their company to call to it a night. Jonathan clenched his teeth.

"I do not! Just what in the hell were you doing in your office? Working out?"

Dio roared out a large laugh at the word akin to what you and him did earlier today.

"Yeah.. you can call it that."

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letmeplaytheblues · 3 years

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Losing My Mind Over You | Matthew Tkachuk

Matthew Tkachuk x OC

A/N: This does feature Matthew being traded to the Blues, so if you don't like that idea maybe skip this one. This was essentially written in 14 hours. Erin, I love this gif so much. Just letting you know

word count: 4.1k+

warnings: swearing - like a shit ton of it, brief injury talk - nothing super graphic, mentioned homophobia/biphobia in passing, nothing super in detail.

Olivia Holmes had been dealing with Matthew Tkachuk’s shit for way too long. They had been friends since the Holmes family moved in next door when the two of them were in Pre-K and they’d been attached at the hip ever since.

He was the first person she came out as bi to, the first person she cried to when she showed up to a hockey game in a dress and no one on the team talked to her the entire game.

She was the first person he came to when the pressure of being Matthew Tkachuk was too much. When the shit with Kassian got too real. When his little brother was being praised for the things he got screamed at by his coach for.

He would always fight someone for her and often threatened to do so when she’d come back from a date saying the only reason the guy had swiped right was so they could use her being bi to attract a threesome. Or from a date with a girl who had her boyfriend show up right before they were deciding if they were going to hook up or just end the night after dinner. When her first girlfriend broke her heart freshman year of college, he sent her a ticket to spend spring break in Calgary with him, letting her cry before getting drunk and laughing about summer plans and how this was going to be the summer that they got back at Brady for glitter bombing them one year.

She didn’t tell him how much verbal sparing she did with people on campus and in her Instagram comments. Telling her he’d never notice her, so why bother tagging him in pictures for photo credits or when she’d wear his jersey somewhere. Quietly she’d just hide the comments and not tell them that, in fact, guy who sits behind her in art history class, the reason she’d tagged him was that he took the fucking photo and not that it’s any of your business but she doesn’t have to beg him to notice her. Matthew begs her to pay attention to him.

Whenever he was home, whether it be at his parent’s house, her parent’s house, or the house he’d bought and was partially furnished, the first thing the two of them did was order a lot of pizza, turn on some sort of comfort movie and talk. This bye week was no different, pizza had been ordered, Robby Thomas had been over when Olivia got there, and was swiftly ushered out the door when she got in.

“He’s got a hot date,” Matthew explained, capping it off with a sleazy wink in Robby’s direction.

“It’s literally Rouzy but okay, I’ll leave now. I’ll bring back your coat in a couple of hours, thanks for letting me borrow it,” Robby said, being pushed out the door, much to the amusement of Olivia.

An hour and a half into the movie that neither was paying attention to but were half-listening to as Olivia recounted her meeting with her thesis advisor, Matthew’s phone starting ringing, and ringing, and ringing. He glanced at her, waiting for her to nod to pick it up. Face paling when he was it was his agent.

“Gotta take this ‘Liv, hold on just a second” before answering the phone.

From her end of the conversation, it wasn’t a great one, there was a lot of hair being moved anxiously, she could see him going from sitting on the stairs, to standing, to going up to the landing before returning to the foyer.

Returning to the living room, Olivia noticed the unfallen tears threatening to spill, “Please tell me no one died,” She starts before being picked up and spun around, “I take its good news?”

“Guess who officially never has to play for Darryl Sutter ever again?” He asks, grinning.

“Hmmm, Noah?” She replies, matching his grin, “Where do I need to buy a plane ticket to see you play?”

“Nowhere, baby, I’m coming home,” he said, finally allowing the tears to spill, “I get to sleep in my bed all year instead of just the three or four months I got to before.” He stilled spinning her around,

“Oh fuck, I have to get back to Calgary and pack at least enough to have winter clothing. And I should probably just get rid of whatever food I have in the pantry, and I need…”

“Stop, rewind, let’s make a logical list of things you need to do,” Olivia, ever the voice of reason in Matthew’s head started. “1. Pack clothes, you can go back in the offseason and finish packing everything up. 2. Talk to the equipment guys here, just shoot them a text once the news breaks and figure out the gear stuff. 3. Do you have a flight booked to go back to Calgary? Or are we buying you tickets now?”

“This is why you’re the voice of reason. Army took care of a ticket back to Calgary and then back here tomorrow afternoon so I can quote-unquote get settled before jumping into practice on Friday.” “Flight is when. What are you taking back to Calgary with you?”

“Flight is at 10:30, so I need to leave for the airport at 8:45. I”m not taking anything other than condo keys, phone, phone charger, and car keys for my car there and here. Since you refuse to drive to Lambert. Fuck, I need to find my passport, I can’t remember where I put it after I cleared customs coming back.”

“It’s a good thing it’s only 6:15, Matthew, holy mother of fuck.”

Shifting until he dropped her, Olivia marched over to the backpack on a kitchen chair, “Here is where we start, go through this and if it’s not there, then we move up to the office and then your bedroom.”

He swiped the mail sitting on the kitchen island off to the side, and just dumped his bag out. Sifting through the junk he kept in the backpack and not seeing the passport made Olivia’s stomach start to sink. This was going to take a while.

“That was useless, I haven’t been in my office, so it must be in my room,” Matthew said, sounding slightly dejected.

Trekking upstairs, Matthew stops before he opens the door to glance over his shoulder at Olivia, opening his mouth like he wants to say something before just shaking his head and opening the door.

“It might be on the dresser in the pile of papers, or it’s in my suit jacket in the closet but I need to find the key for it,” Matthew said, turning to the bedside table to assumingly find the key to the walk-in closet that Olivia was incredibly jealous of. She pulled the scrunchie off her wrist, threw her hair in a messy bun, and started rifling through paperwork that appeared to be car registration.

“Hon, why does your closet have a lock on it if you’re home?” Olivia asks, pausing her rifling.

“Just because it means that I can keep important things in there without having to worry about if someone breaks in. Also, Robby likes to steal ties and clean dress shirts, so it’s Robby-proofed.” “Hockey players are fucking strange.”

They both go back to their tasks, working silently until she hears Matthew make a triumphant noise.

Olivia walks to the closet door and holds out her hand, making grabby hands when he doesn’t put it in her hand.

“Come on, we should be watching Kiera Knightly but no, let me open the fucking door, Matthew.”

Reluctantly, he handed over the key, "Thank you very much" Olivia replied taking it in hand.

Opening the closet, she looked around before pulling him in with her and pulling the door shut behind him.

"How much shit can you shove in a closet this size?" she asks, honestly perplexed.

"Apparently more than I thought" Matthew replied, looking around. "Hey look, it's dad’s jersey from when I was a kid."

"Yeah, that's doing us a lot of good right now Matthew,” she said turning around with her hands on her hips, “You don’t get to reminisce on anything until we find this damn piece of paper”

“I don’t know how I misplaced it,” Matthew whines 20 minutes of hunting for his passport later. “It was in my coat pocket and now it’s gone!” “Think about that sentence, it was in your coat pocket,” she seethed, “what coat were you wearing. I swear to god and every dead member of this team, Matthew if we’ve wasted time in which we could have been eating pizza looking for this I’m going to lose my shit.”

“Small problem, that coat is currently being worn by Robby”

“I’m going to fucking murder you.”

“Look, I didn’t think I’d need to get back halfway through my week off,” he said calmly, in an attempt to get her to not murder him, “Robby should be back within the hour and then we can get my passport. I can go back to Calgary, get my shit together and be back here before you have time to come with a plan to hide my body.”

“Matthew! I have your coat!” Robby calls from the front hall, surprising them both having not heard the door open over the sound of their voices and the closet door being shut.

Matthew bursts out of the closet and starts out of his bedroom, down the hallway, and then down the stairs into the foyer where Robby was waiting, “Awesome, then Olivia can’t kill me for not having had my passport.” He said, taking the coat, putting it on, and turning to look at Olivia coming down the stairs at a much more sedate pace. “You two can come up with ways to hide my body when I get back, but uh, I have to get on a plane now. Good seeing you new teammate!”

And with that, he was out the door, car keys in hand and feet shoved into a pair of nasty converse.

“He’s a..” Robby starts, turning to look at Olivia who has sunk to the floor and has wrapped her arms around her knees.

“Yep, got the call about an hour ago from his agent and he’s been texting with Army. One of Walt’s boys is finally home,” nodding she starts before just falling backward laughing.

“You gotta tell him,” Robby says, sitting on the steps next to the lump on the floor, watching her body shake with hysterical laughter.

“Yeah, that’ll end well. ‘Hey Matthew, I know we’ve been friends forever and that time that you tried to kiss me before you left for Ann Arbor and then I proceeded to ignore you for a month, yeah, turns out that opened a door of having a crush on you that I can’t get over,’ like he won’t laugh me out the door” her laughter went from hysterical to cynical in less than a second.

“I will bet you actual, real-life money that the first thing he does when he gets back, is asking you to move it.” Robby said, “Like, he complains the entire time we’re training in Toronto ‘oh I miss Olivia’, ‘Liv would love this restaurant,’ we can’t go anywhere without him mentioning you or something adjacent to you.”

“Yeah, but that’s just Matthew, he cares but he tried to kiss me, I turned so he only got my cheek. It opened the door of the crush I’d had on him forever that had been so repressed so I could be normal around him and I knew couldn’t do long distance so my best idea was to ignore him.” “And now, you’re living in the same city, you run around with practically the same group of people, and either you tell him or you end up watching him fall in love with another girl and have to fight Brady for the best man position at his wedding.”

She just glared at Robby, but knew deep down, that he was probably right.

“Well, he’ll be back late afternoon tomorrow. Do you want to go grocery shopping with me, you probably know what his diet is better than I do,” Olivia said, sitting up and pulling herself up using the railing, “I have got to stop laying on hardwood flooring, its not good for my back.”

***

Robby and Olivia met at Matthew’s house after he was finished with practice

“Please be easier to shop with than Matthew. I will leave you at the store.” Olivia greets him, getting into his car, “also we’re going to the Dierbergs in Des Peres, so hope you’re ready to deal with manchester.”

“I hate you.”

Olivia had learned over years of shopping with Matthew, Brady, and other assorted hockey players they collect during the summer months, that you make a list, don’t allow them to split up, and set a time limit. If she couldn’t be in and out in less than an hour and a half with them, she wasn’t taking them with her.

Pulling the list out of her bag, she handed it to Robby telling him to read it to her and start checking things off when they found the items.

45 minutes, too much money spent, and snacks for them both bought and put in the back of the car.

“Back to the house to put everything away, and then I’m going back to my apartment to finish writing notes for tomorrow,” Olivia said, flopping in the car, and turning on the seat warmers.

The drive back to Matthew’s house was spent with Olivia singing and Robby humoring her by turning it up. Until they got back and saw David Perron and Colton Parayko putting up bunting.

“Why do I feel like something very bad is about to happen,” Olivia asks Robby as he turns off the car and opens the trunk. He just shrugged unhelpfully.

“He needs a proper Welcome home!” David said, grinning when Robby quirks an eyebrow at the sign. Colton clearly had been dragged along because of his height, and really didn’t have an opinion on whether Matthew needed a proper welcome back.

“Just move, it’s too damn cold to stand out here,” Olivia said, gesturing with a bag of groceries.

Once the kitchen was properly stocked, Olivia left the three hockey players to their own devices while she went back to her apartment to finish notes for the lecture she had the next morning.

Getting lost in her notes, she was drawn out by her phone buzzing on the table next to her:

Matty 💛: I’m home, why aren’t you here

Matty 💛: Thanks for the food, but like if you left because you’re studying, study here

Matty 💛: I didn’t get traded to the same city you live in just for you to ignore me.

Matty 💛: Oliviaaaaaaaaaa. I know you’re home. I will come to your apartment

Olivia: I have three pages left to take notes on. Let me finish and then I’ll be over

Matty 💛: bring wine

Rolling her eyes, Olivia quickly finished her notes before throwing stuff in a bag because she knew that she wouldn’t make it home before she had class the next day and grabbing the bottle of wine that was sitting on her kitchen table.

Walking into his house, it smelled like he was cooking. Like he was trying to make Olivia’s favorite food, which she was very touched by but also made her take her coat and shoes off faster to get into the kitchen.

“Whatcha making?” She asks, pulling out wine glasses after seeing he didn’t have any out.

“The only thing I can make successfully every time,” he said, abandoning his post at the stove to help Olivia open the bottle before flicking the end of the braid she had draped over one shoulder, “I had an idea that I think is a great one.”

Plating the food, Matthew directed her to the kitchen table, setting the plate and pushing her wine glass towards her, he sits across from her and starts to eat. Feeling like she’s going to owe Robby Thomas some amount of money, she starts eating before gently kicking him under the table.

“So, what’s this great idea that you had,” she asks, twirling pasta onto her fork.

“You should move in with me. We’d always talked about it when we were kids, you hate the shoebox you live in. It’s not like my house is any farther from campus than the shoebox. Plus I’ve missed you and what’s better than coming home to your best friend?” Matthew grins in a way that is reserved for scheming with Olivia, “Well?”

“I owe Robby money. I don’t know if I can break my lease. And what happens if you find a girlfriend who wants to move in? Then what, I doubt that she’ll want to move in if there’s another girl here.”

“We’ll work on the lease thing. I don’t think I’ll find another girl, I’ve been hung up on one for years,” Matthew said, casually picking up his glass like he didn’t just break that door in Olivia’s brain down. “Also why do you owe Robby money?” “He said the first thing you’d do was ask me to move in,” she admitted, putting down her fork, “Let’s work on the lease-breaking, and if we can, then sure I’ll move in.” Matthew breaks into a massive grin, raising his glass, “to finally becoming roommates.”

“To maybe, most likely, becoming roommates.” Her wiry grin appearing for the first time that night.

***

It took two weeks, countless calls with her landlord, and the help of a friend of Olivia’s from high school, but she was finally moved into Matthew’s house. It was like they’d lived together forever. There wasn’t any arguing about who was taking the trash out, who was doing the dishes, or who was going grocery shopping. However, it took Olivia a couple of days of settling before she noticed the underlying tension that had appeared. Mostly when they were sitting on the couch not talking but doing their own things. There was something that didn’t feel quite right, but it wasn’t anything that Olivia could put her finger on. Not asking Matthew about it was the safer bet she decided, she didn’t want to ruin anything that they’d created.

She didn’t see his fingers flexing when their hands were close to each other, or the way he held himself back from wrapping himself around her in the mornings while she was making a cup of tea. He didn’t want to put his heart in the way of allowing Olivia to put another crack in it. This time there weren’t over 500 miles between them. Just the hallway between their bedrooms. He almost wanted to tell her before the team left for a road trip, but when he told Robby this, the entire team, even guys who had never seen the two of them interact, told him that was a shitty idea and a great way for him to come back to a roommate-less, extremely quiet house. Perron pulled him aside to tell him, that if he just sat down and told her, it would end up just fine. They weren’t teenagers anymore. If she was willing to live with him without putting up any fight, then there is something there.

***

A rare Saturday off for the Blues allowed Matthew to put his plan into action. He got up way before he knew Olivia would be up, and he knew that when she did get up, she’d be hungover to all get out. The better halves had decided that finishing midterms was a good excuse to get her hammered at the game the night before. He decided that he should leave her a note before he drove off

“Went to get food, be back soon. Don’t make plans for the rest of the day”

Seeing her light on when he pulls back into the driveway, he’s pretty sure that she’s laying on the bathroom floor, groaning and waiting for the beginnings of a skull-cracking headache to go away. He pads up the stairs, quietly opens the bathroom door, hears the groaning, and pushes into her bathroom to see her in a very old London Knights t-shirt, a pair of Nike shorts, and is laying face pressed into the bathmat. She peaks over, sees the bag in his hand, and sits up before laying back down and squeezing her eyes shut waiting for nausea to pass from sitting up too fast.

“That better be biscuits and gravy,” she rasps, “If it’s not, I’m moving in with Robby.”

“Of course, only the best hangover food for you. Back to bed with you now.” He replied, rolling his eyes but handing her the bag and opening the door so the two of them could go curl up in his bed and watch shows on scientology.

Once she’d gotten the food and a Gatorade into her system, she settled into sleep. And once he thought she was asleep, curled into Matthew’s chest, rubbing her cheek on it like a cat, he thought he heard something but wasn’t sure if it was her or someone outside. He just wrapped an arm around her the best that he could and drifted off to sleep.

He woke up confused, he was cold and something cold was digging into his bare lower back. Until he propped himself up enough to see that Olivia had moved so that she was basically horizontal in the bed and had turned into a burrito, and that she was staring at him wild-eyed.

“Holy fuck. I love you so much,” he says, not realizing the words coming out of his mouth until he sees her eyes widen even more.

“What,” the only word Olivia could say was “What.”

“I love you, I think I always have, but having you in my space, in my house, hell, in my bed right now really cements it.” He starts, fully sitting up to lean against the headboard, “And I know we’ve already done this and you probably don’t feel the same type of love for me that I feel for you but I had to say it.” “Dayna asked me last night if anything had changed in our relationship, I didn’t want to give my hopes up for anything. But yeah, I love you too” Olivia whispered, not meeting Matthew’s eyes. “I should have told you before you left for Ann Arbor but, we were so young and you didn’t know what the future held at that point. I’ve felt so bad for so long. I didn’t think you heard me before our nap.” “Is that what that was? I heard something, but I didn’t know what it was. If I’d known it was you telling me that I would have told you. If I’d known you felt this way, I would have told you so much sooner.” Matthew said, pulling Olivia into his arms.

“We have all the time in the world honey unless you plan on getting rid of me sometime soon,” Olivia said, laughing and trying to dig her fingers into Matthew’s ribcage.

“It took me how many years to get you here? You are never getting rid of me. I’ve lost my mind over you for too many years for me to get rid of you that quickly.” Ghosting his fingers under her shirt, tickling her sides, and allowing her to lead the slow kiss.

Hearing the door open, and someone enter the house stills them both, before looking at each other and rolling out of bed.

Matthew goes first, stepping into the hallway and running right into Robby, Rouzy, and Perron. All who look too excited to see what he’s hiding in his bedroom.

“Nope, out of my house. Trying to have a heart-to-heart with my girlfriend. And it involves none of you” Matthew attempted to be stern before breaking and waiting for the shovel talk that he knew would follow from David, who had all but adopted Olivia when she and Matthew were little.

“I don’t care that we play for the same team now, no one will ever find your body,” David said, pulling him into a headlock and ruffling his curls.

Matthew sent them all on their way after this, coming back to Olivia in bed, who had tears of laughter running down her face. They could still hear David laughing as they heard the door shut, and if they listened very closely, the lock click back into place.

“Well, everyone will know by the end of the day. And then our moms will start asking when we’re getting married, so what kind of ring do you want?” He asked, partially serious and partially joking.

“I don’t like diamonds, but a cup ring proposal would be nice” Olivia responded pulling him into a kiss.

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The Rescuers

Part One: “Old acquaintances meet again"

Summary: You are a mandalorian rebel friends with Captain Rex so you are well aware of the entire "clone situation" going on. And of course you want to help as much as you can. You then go to Ryloth trying to help the Syndulla's and maybe find your old friend Cody.

Pairing: None. Yet. But will be a Crosshair x Reader.

Gender: There'll be no mentions of gender or pronouns on this part yet. Though further in the story it might have she/they pronouns used.

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: Injury recover, post-clone wars story, rescuing clones/friends, a bit of melancholy?

Warning: Brief description of injury.

Notes: So, I literally dreamed most parts of this story (I know, crazy Star Wars obsession here). I filled up some parts as I was writing of course. And it turned out a bit like a beautiful sad tragic. I might even do a playlist for this fanfic actually. Hope u enjoy it :)

The war, the republic, the jedi all have ended. Literally on the same day. And what it seemed like a fresh start, finally a moment of peace in the chaos turned into nightmares. You weren’t there when it happened, you just heard the news of Obi-Wan saying the jedi order and the republic had fallen and you also heard the now Emperor Palpatine telling everyone that the clone wars has ended and the jedi were traitor, they’ve tried to assassinate him according to well… himself. And now he’s forming this new galactic empire, giving people numbers like the ones clones used to have and killing off any resistance against this new order. Everyone seemed to believe him, you gotta give him that he was a pretty damn’ good liar indeed. But you knew better than that. You are mandalorian after all and were friends with no one less than Duchess Satine and Senator Padmé. You helped them countless times in their diplomatics and you even fought with the jedi and the clones at times. They were good people, yes, the order might have messed up at lot but traitors? Murders? They sure didn’t deserve to die like that and I guess… No one does.

You quickly then joined the rebellion. There you found many of former politics like Senator Organa and even a clone… Captain Rex (or is it Commander now?). You’ve met him once before and he seemed like a good person and looks like he’s really a great man just like you thought. You soon became friends. But sadly, the other clones you knew before like Cody were still with the empire. Though both you and Rex were very determinate to help others like him. And also, obviously, protect your allies against the empire.

Well, as expected trouble begins. There’s been rumors about what’s going in Ryloth with the Syndulla’s and the empire occupation. Worried about them and their people, you go there to help as you can. And if there’s need, you’d call more rebels to help too though you didn’t want to envolve more people yet because you’re afraid of the reaction it could cause ( and what that would cost for ryloth and its people). You also have a tiny tiny hope that maybe just maybe Cody could be there.

Arriving in Ryloth, you discover the Syndulla family have indeed oppose agains the empire occupation and they’ve went into a lot of trouble because of that but apparently a group of mercenaries (?) have already rescued them from the prison they were sent to. One less problem for you to fix I guess. You were glad for them but you still want to spy a little on the empire and see what you could find out after all, the trip couldn’t be for nothing.

You find your way and get to a particular high hill with a great view of one imperial base. You pick up your binoculars and the only person you see in a sort of balcony is a very depressive-looking Crosshair. You remember him from that one time clone force 99 saved your butt from the mess you’ve yourself in. He was… quite unfriendly, let’s say. But he did get the job done and made sure you were okay so you just ignored his behavior. Looking at him now it was looking at a shadow of him.

It made you remember what Rex told you once:

“We clones were all created with this chip thing in our my minds. We were made for the war and the war only but apparently someone thought it would be great if they let us think we've got free will. That we could be anything we wanted to be after the war. So we made friends, some of us found a family with our jedi. They let we hope. Just so we have all of that taken away from us with order 66. The war had ended for everyone except for us. We had our will taken from us, our minds controlled by this chip and we had to follow orders. While we're still there conscious of what we were doing we had to kill the people we fought together the entire war. I remember her face... I'm so glad she didn't see my face. I couldn't bare.”

Thinking about what all the clones been through, you can’t just leave him like this. He did save you once and this was your chance to repay that. Rex keeps saying we can’t save everyone (more to himself than to you) but one person is better than nobody, right? At the time you improvise a plan: neither the empire nor Cross can’t know yet that you’re a rebel. You haven’t done anything yet incriminating (at least not that they were aware of). So you can just jump in there where he was standing and talk to him. Worst case scenario he ignores you. However you sure knew how to annoy him enough that at least he would call you out and when that happens you act. Ok, that you still have to figure out exactly how you would act. Well, half of a plan is better than no plan.

You just jump in behind his back and of course he points his gun at you as expected. But he apparently recognizes who it’s standing in front of him and put his riffle down.

“ Hello there.” You say.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He replies.

“Oh, please, don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me.”

He gives you a faint of a smile. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

You smiled back. “But seriously, what you’re doing here all alone? And why- You finally noticed the burn mark on his now bald head. - are you like this? Doesn’t the empire takes care of its soldiers? Nor your squad? The bad batch, right? That’s what you called yourselves?”

His face closes again. “You have nothing to do with that. I’m-”

“By yourself?” You pause for a moment. “Alright, I get it. You’ve probably been through a lot. We all have. Not sure why you’re like this but it doesn’t matter right now. I just wonder… Don’t you want to get out of all of this?”

Cross pauses for a moment. It seems like he's considering the possibility. “I… I can’t.”

“But…” You then think. You remind yourself of how protective he was that one time you were saved by them. Maybe this instinct was still there, you had to try. You saw a pointed rock close to where you were standing and decided that you would accidentally cut yourself. “Ouch!”

“What’s up?”

“Oh! Nothing! Just might have cut myself here.” You show your hand now with a bit bigger than you expected cut and some blood.

He almost laughs at it. “What a little clumsy one you are, eh?”

His mocking at you, that’s something, right? “Yeah, I guess….”

“Well, let’s go?” He points to the door.

“Go where?”

“Don’t you wanna take care of that, sweetheart?”

“Right, medical bay then?”

“Obviously.” Perfect. He would be right where you needed him to be.

The both of you enter the facility and walk directly to the medical bay. The empire base is pretty much a bland dark and boring military base with some troopers walking around, some commanders (you think) yelling at the soldiers and some droids doing whatever they have to do. You knew only that they were “r - unities” but droids weren’t exactly your area of expertise. However you do notice that the troopers walking around still wear the same clone armor from back the war. And you feel guilty. Because as much as you’d like you won’t be able to help them all. They’ll stay there with their chips on being controlled by the empire…. By the force, that was a hole guilty trip you knew you shouldn’t take. It wasn’t your fault. No, no. They did this. Palpatine and his men were the monsters. Not you. And certainly not these poor clones. One day, yes, one day maybe you could come back and save them?

“Hmmm…. You wanna me to do this?” Cross says. You were so distracted in your thoughts you don’t even realized you were already in the medical bay.

“Oh. You don’t have to.”

“It's fine. I’m used to do this anyway.”

“Ok. Be my guest then?”

“Wow, you’re so funny.” He jokes.

“Whatever. Just do your thing.”

“Give me your hand.”

You give him your hand and he takes it. And to your surprise he’s very gentle while taking care of your wound. He applies some alcohol pads to clean the wound. And as he presses the wound to stop the bleeding you reach for your gun and keep looking at his face. His very concentrated. It’s almost like the rest of the galaxy doesn’t matter. He’s only there at the moment focused on helping you. And you’re trying to plan how you’re gonna knock him out to take his chip off.

“Now I’m gonna get some stuff to make a bandage for ya, ok?” He says and turns his back. Now is you chance. You turn your blaster to stun only and shoots. He falls.

“I’m sorry. But there’s no other way.” You whisper as if he’s actually listening.

It takes some effort (seriously, Crosshair's heavier than he looks) but you manage to put him on one these surgical stretchers. You also have to learn super quick how to use the pad control to see where the chip’s in and take it off. But it’s done. And you wait and wait… For what it seemed like hours though it was only like 15 minutes.

And he wakes up very confused.

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franeridart · 3 years

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Anon said: i love love love LOVE how you just draw gojo leaning onto getou, hiding his face in getou's neck or back or chest <////3 im just so heartbroken over those two

So glad to hear you like him clingy as much as I do!! TT^TT as far as I’m concerned he wasn’t clingy enough in canon, so I’m fixing it as much as I can with every new doodle haha

Anon said: whenever im sad i just come to your account and look through your art :")) it brings me so much comfort :')) also i gotta mention that the teacher getou art you've made has healed my broken heart bc of jjk and now that is the only canon i accept thank you very much gege akutami has nothing on me

GAH GETO-SENSEI MY ONE AND ONLY I’m happy he makes you as soft as he does me, he’s such a comfort to me ;;;; and thank you for liking my stuff!!!! Means the world to me to hear it ;A; <3

Anon said: I miss your krbk sm �� No pressure intended!!!!!! I still love and support u and ur art!!!

Man I miss them too!!!!! @ hori when are you bringing my loves back from the war I’m here waiting good sir!!!

Anon said: v v curious on your thoughts on what’s currently going on in bnha manga :)))

HMMM what are my thoughts on it? Well, let’s split it in two: Deku’s side and Todoroki’s side, because that’s how it’s split in my brain atm, and allow me to start from the second because it’s easier to get through for me

I’m in love with everything Hori is doing with Todoroki and everyone involved with him - that’s to say his whole whole family and Hawks and Jeanist too, all of it, I’m so into it it’s no joke at all. Always been in love with how he handles Enji’s character and his interactions with his family and the latest developments didn’t disappoint me at all, wasn’t very much into Dabi right after the “reveal” but the more I think about it and about the story from his pov the more behind it I am, forever and always head over heels for Shouto’s way of dealing with a situation that’s as complex as one would expect from a protagonist of their very own story you could really make a manga out of the Todoroki’s family plot from Shouto’s pov alone, it’s incredible I can’t state how in love with it all I am enough. And Hawks, don’t make me start on him I’ll straight up never stop, absolutely and most definitely my favorite pro-hero I would trust him with my money and my kids 100/10 just assume I’m constantly crying over him. Also Jeanist is just hilarious so bless him and his presence in an otherwise too heavy story

Deku’s side........ well, the main problems I have with it are that one, I don’t really understant the need to keep ofa a secret from the class for the biggest part of the story when the reveal wasn’t forced upon Deku, didn’t have a huge impact on him or his relationship with the others (his leaving wasn’t directly caused by him coming clean after all, he wouldn’t have had to leave earlier had he not kept it a secret and he would have still left at this point had the class already known all along) and didn’t, like. Matter. All that much. Two, this manga is called my hero academia and I’m genuinely starting to wonder why. What was the point of all the arcs set inside the school anyway? Most of the characters growth (Deku’s especially) and the progression of the main plot happened in the arcs outside of the school anyway, and at this point it’s clear we’re not going back to the school after this or even seeing anyone graduate. What of Shinsou? What was the point of his plot when we’re not even gonna see him being active part of the class in a school environment? I’m just confused about it all, I guess. Three, which is really my biggest problem with it all, is the way Deku’s set on saving Shigaraki. It’s not like I don’t like a story in which all the villains are saved and the good guys win and love prevails and all that, call it corny but they’re exactly my type of stories, but I’m not sure I can get behind it when Twice died like that, and Midnight did as well, and Aizawa lost a leg, and Nighteye died, and Hawks might have lost his wings, and Shirakumo ended up Kurogiri and it’s still unclear whether he can be saved, like... why does Shigaraki get to be saved when so many people suffered like that? And it’s not only about them suffering by his hands, it’s about Hori and how he was ruthless with so many characters but lets the story show arbitrary kindness to Shigaraki alone, it’s all... well. Unfair. The way I see it. At this point I at the very least expect kindness for Touya as well, here.

That said if I pick the chapters one by one by themselves I do enjoy them very much. I just don’t gotta think about the big picture lmao AH but it’s all a personal opinion, of course! I know people who enjoy the way the story is going and I can see where they’re coming from, this is all arbitrary tastes and preferences on my part, I’m aware of it!

Anon said: Hi hi! I finally got into jjk AND finally caught up on the manga and i appreciate your doods soooo much more now!! They’re so great!! But imcurious, is there one specific moment in the story where you Gojo and Geto became IT for you? Just genuinely curious!!

THANK YOU happy to hear you liked jjk!!!! And that’s!!! a great question, I’m not sure I have an answer actually? I binged the manga in a day and a half, you see, and when I binge stuff that fast I rarely stop to overthink things - I did ship them as I read too since, well. They’re in love lmao but I shipped them in the same way I shipped itafushi or yuutoge after I read the prequel, you know? Just a general aknowledging of how good they were together. The main point with satosugu specifically was probably that satoru has been my favorite character since the beginning of the story and suguru got there as well as soon as I read their backstory, so once I was caught up they’re the ones I ended up spending the most time thinking about, both by themselves and together, and that ended up making me a bit obsessed..... just a bit lol

If I had to give one specific moment that got me by the heart and squeezed the hardest it’d be... probably Satoru’s “my soul knows otherwise”. And the way his voice alone could bring Suguru back, even for just a single moment. The thing about satosugu for me!!! one of the many things about them, but the main thing for me, is that they love each other. Be it platonic or however you wanna see it, they love each other. Despite everything and after it all, even if Satoru had to kill Suguru, even if Suguru killed so many and betrayed Satoru and they went their separate ways in the harshest of ways, they love each other. It’s insane, isn’t it? That they’d love each other so much they could pass over everything and anything. I’ve seen the “best friends become enemies” trope so often in shounen manga, but this is the first time I see it treated like this - with love so strong that they never blamed each other or turned that love in hate. The way satosugu do it is all-encompassing! It goes beyond the world and their differences and death itself! So if I had to pick it’d be that one, because that scene happens after it’s all over, and it all went to shit and way beyond too already, and still their souls resonate with each other and answer to each other and that sends me insane, just thinking about it. Like, god, they really still love each other. Satoru’s mourned for Suguru for a year, Suguru’s been dead for a year, they’d been separated ten whole years before then, and still! And still!!! It’s so tender I don’t know how to deal with it

Anon said: “What’s a god to a nonbeliever?”—That tag is going to haunt me for a while. The entire tag section for your latest Gojo and Geto drawing is meta-worthy.

THANK YOU it’d been eating at my brain I had to write it down somewhere why are those two like that

Anon said: Do you take commissions? No pressure! ✨❤️

Not right now!

Anon said: How do you feel about sukuna ? like/dislike or thoughts on him

AMAZING QUESTION I love him. I have absolutely zero clue as of why so don’t ask me to elaborate, I’m literally that marge pic with the potato when it’s about Sukuna, I have no meta thoughts about him nor deep reasonings behind it - by all accounts, I should dislike him! But he shows up and I’m like nghhh king, so that’s where we stand. It’s Sukuna, you know. I just think he’s neat.

Anon said: sighs time to get into another fandom bc i simp too hard for ur art 😔

HAH thank you for the trust I hope you’ll like ror if you do get into it!!! hahaha

#fran answers #oh two of these are Long #.....#long post #in case the readmore doesn't work for whatever reason

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thewordworrier · 3 years

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👀 Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually? ✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer? 🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

👀 Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually? God damn. Yeah, I know I do; I know I fall back on a bunch of things but now that you've asked me that, I literally cannot think of a single bloody one! 🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try? Hmmm. I'd like to do more of the Time-Travelling stuff, but I'm out of ideas. I think I'd like to experiment with like, Fantasy and magic and all of that a little more? Not quite sure where I'd go with it, but I think it would be fun. Not sure if my VampireAU counts too much as that's more of a modern setting? (I know I need to get back to that at some point.) Also, I know it’s not a genre per say, but I’ve seen some SoulmateAU ideas that’ve... Caught my interest. Along with others. ✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer? LONG ANSWER AHOY Okay. So I’ve thought about this, quite a lot, and I’ve come to the conclusion that a lot of what I read decends into smut. I’m gonna have to let that realisation sit and sink in, and question my life choices. That’ll be fun. ANYWAY. I have a fic rec tag. But I also know I’ve got a bunch of fics saved in my ‘likes’ that I haven’t reblogged and added to that tag yet. Bad me. I’m also not gonna pick ones that I know I requested, or ones that might’ve been sparked from a conversation I was involved in because reasons. I toyed with the idea of putting fics for the other fandoms (mostly Criminal Minds or Supernatural, sometimes the MCU) on here but... Nah. Just a quick note that, just because I haven’t mentioned it, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it! I read pretty much everything I get my hands on, and I’ll admit I’m awful at reblogging things most of the time. I can’t list everything or I’ll be here all day and... No one wants that? To be honest, you could ask me the same question on a different day and I’d have a list of fics for you, even if you told me I had to keep to the same authors because my favourites change and sometimes it’s hard to pick just one. RIGHT I have three from the lovely @mcrxreader The first two live in my head rent free because, jesus they made me cackle and giggle when I first read them. Admitedly the first is a weird dream/nightmare situation for most writers, or readers, I think? The third is just... Heart eyes, you know? We gotta remember that first and foremost our favourite vocalist is a nerd and this one is so cute. ~ S-I-N, I S-I-N ~ There’s A Place In The Dark (Where The Animals Go) ~ Let’s Use Our Magic Powers With The Children A few from @xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx That first one? The format, like - positive things, positive things, slap in the face with feelings! Yes, give it to me. The second is just like... I identify with this so hard. And who wouldn’t want Gerard taking care you of when your morning is the worst? The third... I have mixed and complicated feelings about LynZ herself as an actual real person, but, we brush those aside for fic. Also we need more girls loving girls positivity y’all. ~ I Lied ~ Not Every Morning Is Good ~ Not Straight Third; some from @hellofanimagination The first, again is one that lives in my head rent free because, hot damn. There’s some lines in there that just stuck with me, and not just because it’s a little smutty. The second - c’mon. If you know me, you know I’m a suckerrrrrrr for that kinda fluff. The third - It’s a Dallon fic, it’s fluffy and it’s Robin’s fault that man is even on my radar. ~ Urie’s House, 11 Tonight ~ Marry Me ~ You Stole My Head Obviously, I’m gonna have some fics from @robinrunsfiction I’m gonna point out first, that I know how much work she puts into her writing - she looks up correct locations and correct dates and hotel room visuals and all of that kinda fun stuff. Details yo. I dig that. (I’m not saying that others don’t do this, I’m sure some do but I don’t know for certain like I do here.) Whereas I make that up as I go or gloss over it because... Reasons? I appreciate that kinda thing. Anyway. The first is an idea I’m so mad that I didn’t write first. But we all know I’d write it with Gerard, ‘cause c’mon, you should all know me by now BUT that’s not the point. I’m glad she got there first because Frank is a little shite [affectionate] and this is perfect and <3 Second - it’s beautiful okay. It’s beautiful and romantic and makes me feel soft, and gives me those... Losing a day, sitting in a bay window with a mug of tea, a snuggly blanket and a good book while it’s raining kinda vibes and I don’t even know how else to explain it. The third - (I spent like five minutes letting a couple of titles fight it out for this spot, not gonna lie) it’s fluffy and cute and you just need that sometimes. Plus, teacher x teacher is so... Uncommon? Rare? And I just... Heart-eyes. [plus this is the first, original and best compared to some others kthxbi don’t @ me] ~ To The Vows You Take ~ Ivy ~ I See Stars

#She Speaks #She Answers #apparently this is post 5500 #good post for it I think #I feel like I've missed some fics / people though

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poc-movie-supremacy · 3 years

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I’m coming home to you

Christopher wanted to see his Buck today and who was Eddie to refuse? They picked up Buck for a nice day at the pier. When things go from great to catastrophic, will Eddie reunite with Buck and Christopher. Based off this tumblr post by @sexyapplemilk

This story is for @sexyapplemilk/ @fandom-101 @its-like-looking-in-3d

Thank you to @not-falling-but-flying for reading over this long long fic!

I hope you guys like it!

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Eddie and Buck had the same day off. Well Eddie had the day off and Buck didn’t have work but potato potatoe. It was Saturday so Chris didn’t have school today either.

Eddie was sitting across from Chris at the breakfast table munching their way through breakfast. It had been a quiet morning so far, Chris was lost in his own thoughts. Eddie wondered if his kid was planning anything, but decided not to put much thought into it.

“Daddy can we see Bucky today?” The question made Eddie cock his eyebrow. He knew that Buck had been wallowing in his bed for the past few days after he got the news he couldn’t go back to work just yet. Part of him didn’t want to disturb the younger man, but the other part of him figured this could be good for Buck. Also he can’t say no to his kid.

“Let me ask him if he’s free.” Eddie will probably come over anyways, Buck can’t get mad at him, he had Chris. “Finish your breakfast first though mijo.” Chris shouts in joy and resumes eating his breakfast, bagel with fruits cause eddie can’t mess that up, with renewed rigour. Eddie smiles fondly at his kid while he takes a bit of fruit.

Eddie made Chris finish getting ready for the day. They had to do Chris’s PT, get changed, fix their hair. Eddie combed his hair back, put on a nice white shirt and a plaid button up, jeans, and some sneakers. Chris put on a yellow stripped shirt and blue pants. He waited impatiently for his dad by the door. Eddie chuckled, unlocked the door then walked with his kid to the car. “What do you want to do for today Chris?”

“We can color or Bucky says he got a new video game!”

“You don’t want to go outside?”

Chris looks at his dad curiously. Eddie helps him into the car then doubling back to get into the drivers seat. He starts the car and starts to drive. “What could we do outside?”

“You could go to the park, play on the play structure?”

Chris wrinkles his nose. “Bucky can’t fit on it though, I know, we’ve tried.” Eddie laughs out loud at that. The idea of Buck trying to fit into a play structure is way too amusing.

“Well okay then, no park, we could… go to the laser tag?”

“I promised I’d go with Denny next week though.”

“Hmmm yea we gotta keep our promises don’t we?”

“That’s what you always say.”

“Well maybe Buck will have better ideas huh?”

“Bucky has the best ideas!”

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They get up to Buck’s apartment and Eddie doesn’t knock, instead he just lets himself in. The apartment is eerily quiet and Eddie wonders if Buck wasn’t home. “Buck, Hey Buck me and Chris are here to hang out.” He looks around the apartment for any signs of his best friend.

“Daddy look.” Chris points up to the loft to the mass on the bed.

Eddie smiles proudly at his kid. “Good job mijo. Go sit in the living room while I go rouse Buck.”

“Can I watch tv?”

“Sure kid.”

Eddie sets Chris up in the living room before heading up to Buck. The bedroom is a bit messy, loose clothes strung everywhere. The blinds are closed and all the lights are off. Any evidence Buck is here is the gigantic mass on the bed. Eddie frowns in worry, before getting to work. He opens up all the blinds and repeatedly pulled the covers off of Buck to force him to get up.

“Dude I have nothing to do today.”

“Nope, you're taking me and Chris, more importantly Chris, somewhere today. Heads up, he’s vetoed the park and laser tag and he’s downstairs. Get changed and start thinking of places to go. I’ll make you something to eat.”

Buck looks at him incredulously. “Eddie, you can’t cook.”

“Yea it’ll probably be toast or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but food is food and you need to eat.”

Eddie watches Buck calmly. Anger, confusion, acceptance and happiness flit across his face. He gives Eddie a smile before turning around. “Okay Eddie. Anything for my favorite Diaz.”

Eddie knows he means Chris, he still leaves the loft with a small smile.

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The Diaz’s make Buck a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some strawberries Eddie found in Buck’s fridge. Buck’s in a white shirt and a plain pink button up. His hair is slightly gelled up and any trace of sadness was gone from his eyes. Happily he let Chris pull him to the kitchen table. “Wow this all looks so good buddy, did you make it?”

Chris beamed. “No Dad helped a bit.”

“You coulda convinced me otherwise.”

Chris giggled as Eddie rolled his eyes, “I cut up the strawberries.” Buck made a small noise of understanding before starting to eat. Chris quietly colored beside him. Occasionally he stole Buck’s strawberries. If Buck cared he didn’t comment on it.

“So have you picked where we’re going Buck?” Eddie asked.

“Yes actually, May’s been talking about visiting the Pier with her friends and I figured if it was good enough for her, it’s good enough for us right? You wanna go to the pier buddy?”

“What’s on the pier?”

Buck’s face lit up in a blinding smile. Quickly he starts listing off all the unhealthy snacks sold at the pier. Eddie shakes his head and mock glares at Buck, but he only gets a cheeky grin in response.

“You’re going to give him such a sugar high. Ugh, if you want to do this you have to put him to bed tonight.”

“You’re going to stay with us for the whole day?!” Chris smile could put the sun to shame. He looked eagerly between his father and his Buck.

“Sure Buddy if that’s what you want.” Chris nodded his head so fast he looked like a bobble head.

Buck chuckled, “Okay buddy, I’ll hop you up on sugar then have the pleasure of tucking you in.” Buck sent Eddie a teasing smile, only to receive an eye roll in response.

Once Buck finishes his food, the boys head for Buck’s jeep. They could’ve ridden in Eddie’s truck, but Buck likes driving more than Eddie. Chris’s car seat is transferred to the back of Buck’s jeep and they all pile in. Some top 40s song blares from the radio as they head to their destination.

The wind feels nice in Eddie’s hair. He stares out the window as he listens to Chris and Buck have an animated conversation. Eddie doesn’t really pay attention to it, but it still sounds nice, his son and best friend being happy.

“Will you ride with us Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“The bumper cars? Do you want to ride on the bumper cars with us?”

“Oh why not. You sure though, I’ll kick your butt.”

Buck squacks offendedly. “As if, I’m a pro at bumper cars Diaz. In fact I should be asking if you’re okay going against me.” Buck flashes him a cocky smile and Eddie gives him a deadpan stare. He’s impossible yet so endearing. Eddie can’t bring himself to hate it, any of it for a second.

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Going to the pier, Eddie will admit, was a very good choice. The smell of fried food and the noise of the amusement park rides was relaxing. It felt like being back at the state fairs in Texas. Buck and Chris dragged him along to every ride and Eddie went willingly. He doesn’t remember the last time he had so much fun.

Eventually they tired down. Eddie was sitting on a bench next to Buck with a frankly gigantic brown bear on his lap. Chris is watching the surfers surf the waves down below with Buck holding onto his shirt. Eddie let himself relax after spending a whole day running after a child and a golden retriever. When Chris comforted Buck, Eddie snuck a photo of the moment. Buck was smiling sadly up at Chris while Chris held Buck’s chin in his hand. It was so sweet Eddie could’ve gotten a toothache.

He went about saving the photo when Chris started talking again. “Where did all the water go?”

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So there was a Tsunami in California, and Eddie was in the middle of it. He really can’t have nice things. Immediately Buck grabbed Chris and together they started running off the pier. Man can’t outrun nature though and they were barely halfway across the pier when they got swept away.

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Buck tightened his hold on Chris as he felt the water slap them around. As much as he wanted to keep Chris with him, he wasn’t stronger than the water. Eventually Buck felt Chris get torn away from him. Debris the tsunami picked up hurtled toward him. He could feel little nicks appear on his arms and legs.

When he finally broke through the surface, he spotted Chris clinging to a pole twenty feet in front of him. Carefully he angled his body so the water would take him to Chris. When he got close enough he leaped and wrapped his arms around Chris. With the same intensity, Chris clung to Buck tightly. It was nice to have proof that Chris was safe. After hearing the little guy cry out for him and Eddie, he wasn’t letting Chris go anytime soon.

For a while the duo was at the mercy of the water, but when Buck spotted a half submerged fire truck, he used his reserved energy to swim towards it. Once there, he lifted Chris onto it and then lifted himself onto it. The whole act hurt his leg, but Buck didn’t voice his pain. Quietly he breathed a sigh of relief. The open air stung his fresh cuts and his soaked clothes clung to him uncomfortably. Chris climbed into his lap and rested his head on Buck’s chest.

“Bucky, where’s my dad?”

Buck sighed, not wanted or knowing how to answer this question. “It appears that we got separated when the wave hit, but that can’t be permanent right buddy? When the water recedes we’ll go search for him okay?” Silently Chris nodded. Buck carded his hand through his curls and let his head gently hit against the truck. He breathed deeply once before getting into action.

“Hey superman, can I give you a quick check-up? I wanna make sure you aren’t too injured.” Chris nodded and Buck went about a modified version of the paramedic check up. (He’s been around Hen and Chimney to know it by heart. He also is a certified EMT.)

“You’re all healthy, kid, just a few cuts but that’s okay. Pretty amazing, I need to know your secrets.” Buck poked Chris’s cheek to make him giggle. He succeeded.

“I had you. You saved me.”

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Somewhere along the way Eddie got separated. In the water he tried to reach for Chris or Buck, but his hand kept getting smacked by debriefs. He did it enough times that he was sure his wrist was sprained.

When he finally broke free from the waves he couldn’t tell where he was. There were string lights hanging above him and a row of nondescript red buildings. Eddie let himself be dragged along with the waves while he thought of something to do. Buck and Chris weren’t beside him, making him officially alone. He hoped they were still together, the thought of all three of them trying to survive this on their own was enough to puke.

He clutched onto his St. Christopher’s medal as he searched for someplace to grab onto. There were inflatable toys, scraps of metal, and spare tires; but nothing safe to actually hold onto. Eddie tries to groan in frustration, but he ends up swallowing a mouthful of water instead.

After another half-hour he finally sees an awning of a restaurant. He makes his way over and lies down on the awning. He breathes in deeply and lets out a slow breath. He’s safe. He’s safe and alive and all alone. Dread tries to settle in his stomach at the thought of his son. He knows he can’t think like this, but god it’s so easy too. He can only hope that Buck is with Chris, Buck will keep Chris safe.

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When the water finally recedes, Buck climbs down the truck. The nice lady, Mrs. Violet, hands Buck Chris before climbing down herself. “Stay safe you two. Good bye.” Chris waves goodbye and Buck gives her a megawatt smile. She’s nice company while they were stuck on the truck. Buck hopes they find their husband. He waits to make sure everyone else gets down safely too.

The winds from earlier have died down. The warmth from the midday sun beaming down on him feels nice. His clothes have dried into uncomfortable messes, but it’s fine. He gave his pink button to use a tourniquet for a man with a bloody arm.

Chris tightens his hold on Buck, shifts around to get comfortable, then goes lax in his arms. “You don’t want to be let down buddy?” Chris shakes his head. Buck hmmed in acquiescence .

As an eight year old, Chris is hesitant to let people hold him. He says he’s too old for it now. The first time it happened Eddie called Buck to drink with him. Buck agreed and listened as Eddie complained at how big his kid was getting. The fact that Chris was willing to be held right now meant that he was more scared than he appeared. It made Buck worry and want Eddie. He shouldn’t be here, Eddie needs to be here to console his kid.

Buck hiked up Chris further up his hip then started walking. He didn’t know which way he should go, just hoped wherever he went would lead him to Eddie.

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Eddie fell asleep. He fell asleep on top of the awning waiting for something to happen. It wasn’t a great sleep, he kept seeing Christopher get torn away from him. Eddie shocked himself awake and took stock of his surroundings. The water was gone, leaving in its wake the debris it swept away. Also dead bodies. If Eddie had anything to puke up he’d be hurling.

Okay, okay, you can’t stay here. You gotta go find your kid. How… Eddie thought. Call someone? Call Buck! Or Bobby or Carla! Hope invigorated him to pull his phone out despite the fact that his wrist was definitely broken. Hope left him when he saw his completely waterlogged phone. Okay Plan A was bust on to Plan B… whatever that was.

The awning was connected to a pole that he could climb down. Best way to find his kid and his best friend was to look for them. Slowly he made his way to an edge of an awning. Then he edged himself off the edge slowly and feet first. Eddie wrapped his feet around the pole and shimmied down.

There were a few stranglers around him, similarly confused and lost. He tried asking them if they’d seen his lost kid or best friend. Unhelpfully they shook their heads no. Eddie sighed and continued walking.

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Buck’s arms were on fire. His leg was also on fire. He’s pretty sure he was also bleeding something… not good. Holding Chris and walking around for hours in the hot sun hadn’t been kind to him. Buck was still searching for Eddie or a hospital. Finding Eddie was better than finding a hospital, but at this point he’d take either.

Technically he had found two hospitals already, but they were filled to the brink. The wait was astronomical and there was no place to sit. And there was no Eddie. He let a nurse check Chris out and give them some supplies, water and granola bars, before heading out. In hindsight he should’ve also asked for a phone to call someone but he forgot.

Chris had long since passed out in his arms. The kid's soft breaths on his necks was very reassuring. It was part of the reason Buck didn’t want to let him down. Another reason was because he wanted to physically pass Chris off to Eddie. Who is fine. He’s healthy and fit and able to carry his kid when Buck finds him. ‘Cause he will find him, Buck can’t not find him.

Chris shifting in his arm brought Buck back to the present. “Bucky? Bucky, I'm tired.”

“I know superman, you’re okay. I heard there's a new hospital a few blocks from here. They’ll be able to help us.”

“Okay Bucky. Can I have ice cream when we get there?”

“We deserve it don’t we? Still need to ask your dad though buddy.”

“Why? He’s not the boss of you?”

“This is a trick.”

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After searching for Buck and Chris for five hours (and getting nowhere his evil mind adds) he’s starting to lose hope he can find them on his own. No one has seen a tall man in a pink button up nor a little boy in a yellow striped shirt. Eddie’s poor heart doesn’t know whether or not to implode at that. By now the sun has started setting. The winds aren’t as refreshing as they once were.

As he made his way down another debris filled street, two first responders found him. Eddie resists their attempts at checking him over for any injuries at first. He needs to find his partner and his kid, but he’s also tired. The first responders seem to pick up on this. They promise him that they’ll help him find his kid and partner if he just cooperates. This is how they cajoole him into going to a hospital. With promises of phone calls to his kid and a message passed around to the other first responders that Firefighter Eddie Diaz of the 118 is looking for his partner Evan Buckley and his son Chris Diaz.

This satisfies Eddie a great deal and he then becomes a much better patient. (He’s still grumpy and aloof, but now he’s tolerant). He’s almost fine, acquired a cut on his right arm, broke his left wrist, is dehydrated and exhausted. One of the first responders tosses him a bottle of water on the way to their destination. Eddie finds out when they arrive that it’s a VA hospital set up specifically as a halfway point for the sick and wounded.

The first responders usher him in through the door and into the hands of a nurse. They describe his injuries, and tell her about his missing family. He’d correct them but the statement doesn’t feel wrong anyways. The nurse takes him to a free cot before giving him a check up too.

The first responders hit the nail on the head with his list of injuries. Since it’s not severe he doesn’t need to be transported to the hospital right away, although it is recommended. She leaves to go get him pain meds and once again, Eddie is alone. The people in the cots beside him don’t count. Hell one’s unconscious and the other one is having an intimate looking conversion with a loved one. There are tears, Eddie looks away.

To keep himself busy Eddie makes a to do list of what he needs to do next. Find Christopher. Give him a big hug. Give Buck a big hug. Sleep. Tell people he’s okay. Buy a new phone. Buy ice cream. The last one isn’t technically an emergency but forgive him he’s in pain.

The nurse comes back with a wrap for his wrist and disinfectant and band aids. He finishes his water while she works. The nurse tells him he’s lucky his wound isn’t infected. Eddie nods, mind focused on something else.

“This is awkward, but my phone got damaged in the tsunami and I need to tell some people I’m okay. Is it alright if I borrow your phone and make some calls?”

The nurse smiles and nodds. She gets out her iphone, unlocks it and gets out the phone app. Eddie takes it gingerly and thinks of who to call first. His parents? Ha. He could call his sisters, but if they don’t know then he didn’t want to worry them. He’d call Tia Pepa but she’s probably with Abuela already so calling Abuela’s home phone is the best bet.

She’s calm if not incredibly saddened when she picks up the phone. Abuela lets out a fast stream of spanish that��s said through tears once she realizes its him. He waits patiently for her to finish talking before reassuring her she’s fine. Eddie wants to tell her about Christopher, but he’s worried about Abuela having a heart attack so instead he promises to bring Chris over for lunch tomorrow. He then talks to Tia Pepa for a bit, but there’s not much new to say because Abuela had the phone call on speaker. She thanks god that he’s okay and that he better see her as soon as possible.

When they hang up he immediately calls Bobby. As he waits for him to pick up the phone he gives the nurse a sheepish smile and promises that this is the last call.

“Hello Bobby Nash, who is this?”

“Bobby? It’s Eddie, listen, my phone got damaged in the tsunami. Buck, Chris and I were at the pier and I can’t find them anymore Bobby.”

“Hey, hey, hey, Eddie, you need to breathe. Okay breathe.” Eddie rubs his hand over his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

“Okay Where are you right now.”

“The new VA hospital they set up.”

“Okay I know where that is. I’m going to send out a message to keep an eye out for Buck and Christopher. I’ll also ask Maddie to start calling the hospitals to see if they have Buck. We’re going to find them okay Eddie. Buck’s a fighter, we’re going to find him and Chris.”

“I know Cap it’s just-.”

“Hey Hey, this isn’t your fault, you can’t blame yourself for this. Stay there at the hospital so we know where to send Buck and Chris when we find them.”

“Yeah okay, okay, okay.”

“Okay, are you okay?”

“Umm yeah I’m fine, shallow cut and sprained wrist. I’m fine Cap, it's Buck and Chris.”

“I know that, but I worry about you too. I gotta go, they need me, but take care of yourself okay? Stay safe?”

“Yes sir.” Bobby hung up and Eddie gave the nurse back her phone.

The nurse left almost immediately to tend to other patients. Eddie took a deep breath before taking the next step. He knew someone had to have a list of patients at this hospital somewhere, he just had to figure out who. Eddie got up from his cot to start looking around.

The first few people were a bust. Lady #1 was actually a nurse who just finished tending to a patient. Man #2 was actually an off duty first responder helping out. Lady and Man #3 and #4 were family of some of the victims of the tsumai. Eddie was starting to get frustrated. He needed to find his son and partner quickly. The longer they were out there the more Eddie’s insides turned into knots.

He walked forward towards the entrance and saw a woman with a clipboard. “Hello ma’am is that a list of patients for the VA hospital?”

The woman turned toward him and smiled politely. “Yes it is. Who are you looking for?”

“My son Christopher Diaz. He’s 8 years old and about 4 feet 5 inches tall. He was wearing a yellow striped shirt and khakis. I’m also looking for my partner Evan Buckley. Late twenties 6’2’’ wearing a pink button up, white shirt and some jeans. He has an identifiable birth mark on his right eyebrow that could be mistaken for a burn scar.”

The lady pursed her lips as she scanned through the papers. Eddie tried not to loom or tap his foot as he waited. When her face fell and she frowned he tried not to cry or get violent. “No, I’m sorry sir, I don’t have anyone like that listed here. They could be at another hospital, or,” the lady pointed to a nearby tent, “they could be there.”

Eddie followed his gaze to the place she was pointing at. “The, the-” black trash bags were piled in front of a stark white tent. That could mean it was only one type of place.

“I’m so sorry sir, if your family is actually there.” Eddie barely nodded at her, listlessly making his way over to the tent. Part of him wanted to believe that Buck and Christopher was at another hospital, but if they were, wouldn’t they have been found by someone. Wouldn’t Eddie have tangible proof that they were alive? Tears started streaming down Eddie’s face. His knees started to wobble as he started scanning through the list of the deceased kept just outside the doors of the tent.

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“Eddie! Has anyone seen an Eddie Diaz?!” A loud voice echoed in the background. Eddie frowned. It sounded a lot like Buck, but he- the lady said he was-

“My name is Evan Buckley, have you seen Edmundo Diaz?” The voice was slightly softer this time. Eddie turned around and almost fell to his knees. There, bathed in the LED lights was his best friend clutching his child in his arms. Eddie sobbed and started running to them.

“Buck! Buck!”

“Eddie?” Buck wanted to run to Eddie, but walking was hard enough. He stayed where he was and let Eddie run into him. It didn’t take long. Buck quickly felt Eddie wrap his arms around both him and Christopher.

It was then in his best friend's arms that Buck finally let the weight of the day catch up to him. His knees buckled and he went boneless in Eddie’s arms. Said man took it like a champ, first he made sure he had a secure hold on Chris, then he let himself sink to the ground with Buck. The younger man rested his back on Eddie’s chest and relaxed. The uncomfortable, burning pressure on his legs and arms was finally eased. Buck made a happy little sigh and burrowed further into Eddie, just as Chris was doing in his sleep. Maybe he should’ve been embarrassed by it but he just spent over five hours slowly losing hope that he would ever find Eddie alive. It would take the fear of God to separate them.

Eddie seemed to have the same idea. The arm that wasn’t around Christopher tightened around Buck’s waist. The younger man could hear his partner murmur prayers in what he thought was spanish. Tears, of what Buck hoped was relief fell from Eddie’s face onto Buck’s shoulder.

“Oh god, oh my god, I thought- I-” Eddie rambled, finding his voice again.

“Hey, hey hey, I’m fine. Me and Chris are all right.”

Eddie made a disbelieving noise. “Okay my leg hurts like a bitch and I probably have one too many cuts, but it’s nothing life threatening.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me?”

“Not after the day I’ve had.”

“In a minute we should get you checked out.”

“Aww you can’t do it for me?” Buck shifted his head slightly to bat his eyes at Eddie.

“No, an unbiased professional should handle you,” Eddie whispered hoping the night sky would hide his blush. Buck nodded and listened to Eddie breathing.

“We’re okay, we’re okay, we’re okay,” Buck whispered, like a mantra. He brought Eddie’s hand up to rest above his heart so Eddie could feel his heart beat. “We’re okay, we’re okay, we’re okay,” Even though Buck actually did need medical help, the trio stayed like that a little while longer, basking in the fact that all three of them were lucky enough to make it out alive and to return to each other.

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sunflowerheartsandstarryskies · 4 years

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The Devil and the Mermaid - Chapter Three: Lucifer x Mermaid!Reader

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Hehe, I’m back??? kinda anyway, I had gotten some energy and motivation to finish up chapter three, while also getting ideas on where the goal of this series is headed. The inspiration here came from a dream of mine, also one of my favorite shows “The Legend of the Blue Sea” has some heavy inspiration in here as well. Thank you so much for the support in the first parts! I will also create a tag list for this story since I saw someone interested in that. Again I love reading your guys’ comments and if you want to be part of a tag list for this series please let me know :) Thank you so much for all the new followers and notes!!

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You woke up when a blinding light hit your face, you let out a groan and opened your eyes. You looked up to see Lucifer was the one to open up the blinds with a big grin on his face. “Good morning sleeping beauty, you gotta get up because we got some things that we need to get for you if you are planning to stay here with me,” he points to a closet, “Go in there and pick whatever you want.”

You begrudgingly stretched and rolled off the bed, when you walked to the closet you caught your reflection and you got a huge smile on your face. “The moon really did grant my wish! This isn’t just a dream!” you squealed and with more enthusiasm, you went to open the closet.

You didn’t know what over half of the stuff in there was or how you were supposed to put it on your body, so you just looked over at Lucifer with a sheepish look in your eye. He sighed playfully and he goes, “Oh alright, I thought you might have some ideas, why don’t you wear one of my dress shirts and I think I can find sweatpants for you somewhere.”

So after some time of debating in his head on what would look best on you, and with some comments coming from you, Lucifer managed to put on the outfit for you as well as some very unfitting shoes.

With all that settled Lucifer clapped and then escorted you towards the elevator as he says, “We are going to be getting you clothes for you as well as actual good shoes for you. As a human, you need to protect your feet so it won’t get hurt. We may even get some breakfast or lunch depending on how long we’re out.”

“That sounds awesome, but how can I help you with that? Don’t people buy things with something? I’ve seen humans use green things to get things, I don’t have any of that,” you questioned as you tilted your head.

He just lifts his hand as he tutted, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing like that, and might I add how perceptive you are of humans, it’s quite impressive.” You blushed at his compliments and he grinned when he saw your red face.

“Now, let’s get going, shall we? I had my whole schedule clear for you, I want to make your first day in the human world a good one,” he said as he walked with you to the elevator.

As Lucifer kept spending more time with you the more he felt entranced by you, your beauty, curiosity, and just absolute adorableness. ‘Maybe you were a siren instead of just a mermaid?’ he thought.

The first stop of the trip was a shoe store and he let you pick whatever you thought looked the nicest, which there were some boots, high heels, and a pair of sneakers. It was pretty awkward for both of you to try to figure out what size shoe you were but you ended up getting it right for all the pairs of shoes you got.

The next stop was you ending up going clothes shopping, never in all your life had you seen so much life before, well not aquatic or marine life that is. You were at a mall, and all the smells and sights were flooding your senses and you felt so giddy at everything around you. Lucifer found you incredibly adorable to watch as you found your way through the mall. He noticed that you did have some odd effects on aquatic creatures, like koi.

After shopping for quite a bit both of you were pretty tired from all the shopping and there was a seating area near a koi pond. Lucifer has sat by here before, he found the little koi to be rather serene so he wondered what you would think of them. After a while of you staring at them you turn to Lucifer and say, “They’re very homesick, they don’t like it here. Well at least the oldest ones don’t, the kids don’t seem to mind they like watching people.”

“Oh? You speak fish?” He asks with a smile. You scrunch up your nose at him and replied, “Something like that, my clan we are more attuned with speaking to dolphins, whales, and sharks but when you get to be surrounded by so many different species you learn to pick up a thing or two.” Lucifer gives a hum in response and nods his head as if he’s thinking about what you said.

After a couple of moments of you having a conversation with the eldest koi, who calls himself Melvin, Lucifer decided that he would treat you to some lunch. “Now what is it that you normally eat?” he questioned. “Well depends on where we are, sometimes we can only eat the plant life, other times there will be an abundance of fish that we can eat and still keep the local life sustainable,” you explained. “I think you might like sushi, it’s fish mixed with other human food, it can be quite good,” Lucifer grinned. With that being said he took off in the direction of the sushi place, and you followed along with him.

You ate with your hands and stuffed your face full of the delicious food that you got there. Much to the amusement of Lucifer, who had tried to teach you how to use chopsticks. Your eyes are bright with delight from all the good food you had and Lucifer cracking jokes with you, even if you don’t understand most of what he is trying to say to you.

As you were walking back you felt that someone was following the both of you and you tried to get Lucifer’s attention to notice that someone was following you at the tail end of your trip. Lucifer snuck a glance at who you thought might be following you, he let out a long sigh and he rolled his eyes. “Stay close to me,” he told you as he turned fully around with arm blocking you protectively.

As the creeper approached you, you recognized them as the woman from Lucifer’s place earlier, you think he called her “Maze”. She swaggered forward to the both of you, and Lucifer said exasperatedly, “What do you want, Maze?” “I’ve just been keeping tabs on the two of you, wondering what it is about this one that you seem so keen on keeping this time,” Maze taunted as she stuck out a finger towards her.

You just look up at Lucifer with a curious tilt to your head wondering what in the moon’s light is she talking about? Lucifer shrugged his shoulders at you while he went back to Maze. “Look Maze, you are going to have to get used to her being around the club and me. She is-you are,” as he turns to you, “amazing and has reinvigorated me with energy that I haven’t felt in years. Not even the humanity that the detective seems to inspire within me, but (Y/N) here is simply extraordinary, now what is exactly your problem with her? I’d like to get this over with now. I don’t want any miscommunication from us.”

“Does she know who we are? What we are? I don’t want you to forget what your responsibilities are while we are here. And what about your precious detective? Hmmm? Have you tossed her aside while you picked up this new plaything?” Maze sneered.

You pursed your lips as you were observing what was going on, even if you were new to this whole human emotion thing, you can easily tell that Maze was giving off a vibe of her defending her territory, what territory she was defending you couldn’t tell. You left this conversation to Lucifer, not knowing how to appease this strange woman. Was she like Lucifer, you wondered, because of her line of questioning you assumed so.

“Yes, she knows about me that is a part of the reason why I like her so much, I doubt the detective would be so at ease with me if she found out about who I was. However, she doesn’t understand our world or the rest of the world for that matter. I would also like to emphasize a point I made last night, I do not like the tone you have with (Y/N) fix it. She is not my ‘plaything’ as you so delicately put it. She’s a confidante of sorts for now,” he rectified.

As his answer seems to register to all of you, Maze crossed her arms as she gives a hum of acknowledgment. Lucifer took your hand in his and started to walk away from Maze, seemingly ending the cold confrontation.

You looked back at Maze who glared at you but sighed in resignation as she walked in the other direction of you guys.

When you guys got back to LUX anxiety seemed to be creeping up on you as the conversation kept sinking further into your mind, but you tried to be strong because of your faith in what the moon brought you to. Your clan didn’t believe in much but it believed in the powers of the moon because it had given you protection and gifts in many varieties.

So, you just had to keep pursuing what your heart was after, and your heart was after Lucifer. You just hope that your faith and love was strong enough for you to stay on land, for the sake of both of your futures together you hoped so.

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curvynerdfan · 4 years

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Never let me go

Happy x Reader

Requested by @isitmine I hope you like it hun! I’m sorry it took such a long time for me to complete! I added a lot more length to make up for it! School and work has been crazy but it was a lot of fun to write this and be creative!

Honorable tags: @justahopelessssromantic and @princessofthalia

Warnings: being hurt by a prospect, cursing, violent Happy, murder, a bit of gore

“Hey, didn’t Jax want y’all to meet up with Gemma? I thought she was getting her new furniture shipped in today.” Y/N asked.

“Why the fuck do you care?”, the prospect, Maggot, barked.

“Well, I was just hoping to see Happy soon.”, Y/N responded, confused on why he was being so rude.

“Oh! So you’re one of his bitches huh?”, he grumbled.

“No!”, she argued, “I am his old lady!”

Y/N couldn’t believe a prospect was being so disrespectful to an old lady. Let alone her! She didn’t think she was anything special but Happy was Sergeant-at-Arms and the terrifying Tacoma Killer and she was his pregnant wife. While thinking through the different possibilities of how to handle the situation, she felt a hand land on her neck.

Y/N was at the point where she thought she was going to pass out when she clawed out at his face. The first couple of swipes were misses, until she finally managed to dig her nails into him.The pain must of startled him enough because his grip began to slip. Y/N pulled away quickly and dropped to the ground. She was heaving and thought she might vomit.

“God dammit!” He shouted, bringing his hand up to his face only to see it covered in blood.

He started towards her again and picked up a broken beer bottle on the way.

“Think, about what you’re doing here Maggot,” Y/N kept pausing to breathe, “the club isn’t going to take this lightly”

“They don’t care about anyone but themselves! No one will miss a crow!” Maggot yelled, swiping at her with the broken bottle.

Y/N flinched and covered her stomach with her arms. She was barely showing right now, only in tight clothing but she still wasn’t going to let anything happen to her baby. Maggot missed the first time in his fit of rage but managed to catch Y/N’s left arm on the second swipe.

She began to scream in pain and shout for help, crying out for Happy or anyone else who may be nearby. Maggot swiped at Y/N again, but she luckily managed to knock the sharp glass out of his hand. This really pissed him off and before she could bring her arms up a hand collided with her face. Her head snapped to the side and when she brought a hand up to her face she realized she was crying.

Maggot appeared to have reached his wits end. His arm raised up into the air again and she began to pray to any diety that would listen. Screaming at the top of her lungs, hoping someone will hear her.

Jax looked up from the custom bike he was working on when he heard someone screaming like a banshee from within the clubhouse. He made eye contact with Opie and dropped his tools. Both brothers sprinted across the lot, worried for whoever was making that noise. They burst through the door and were enraged by what they saw.

Maggot was rearing back to hit her again, when he was suddenly jerked away from her. Opie had grabbed Maggot by his raised arm and dragged him away, surely dislocating the prospect’s shoulder.

Jax tried to console Y/N but she didn’t seem to recognize who he was. She was so overwhelmed with fear that she just curled in on herself. Jax believed she was still trying to protect her baby.

On his way towards the garage Opie ran into a frantic Gemma, “I heard screaming. What the hell is going on?”

“This piece of shit hurt Y/N!” Opie growled, throwing the prospect onto the concrete. “ Jax is in the clubhouse with her now. You should probably call Chibs, it didn’t look good.”

Gemma shook her head and stomped away and into the clubhouse. She had already dialed Chibs by the time she opened the door and gasped as he answered the phone.

“What’s wrong doll?” the irishman asked.

“It’s Y/N. Maggot hurt her pretty bad and we’re gonna need your help. How soon can you be here?” Gemma asked.

“Shite! I am grabbing my med bag now. I’ll be there in five.” He said and Gemma could here him scrambling to grab his stuff, “Put pressure on any bleeding and try to keep her from hyperventilating” he demanded as the motorcycle rumbled to life before he hung up on her.

Gemma ran to the kitchen and grabbed some towels before making her way to Y/N and her son. She pulled Jax away and told him to call Tig and Happy. Tig could organize everyone coming in for church so they could vote on Mr. Mayhem and Happy needed to be told what was going on. Jax flipped open his phone and walked to the bar to make the calls.

Gemma slowly moved further into Y/N’s line of sight and spoke in soft, dulcet tones, “Hey, baby. How about you let momma check on you, huh?” Gemma had helped raise Y/N with some other members of the community. Her family had bailed on her when she was sixteen and the town came together to help her. The club provided her with a dorm room and Gemma has been her mother figure ever since. “There’s a lot of blood sweetie…” Gemma grimaced, “Can you show me where it is coming from? You're safe now, your brothers and I are gonna take good care of you.”

“Happy?” Y/N whimpered, looking around.

“He’s on his way.” Jax cut in, walking up behind Gemma and putting a hand on his mom’s back.

“I want Happy!” Y/N whined again pitifully.

“I know sweetheart. She’ll be here soon. How about you let Ma look at your arm huh? Get you cleaned up some before Happy gets here.” Jax asked, knowing it would coax her into letting Gemma touch her.

“Okay... “ Y/N said and slowly uncurled.

When Y/N released her arm, they both gasped. Gemma quickie covered her arm with one of the towels and applied pressure. There was a gash going up her arm. Starting on the outside of her wrist and wrapping its way past her elbow. Some of it was going to need stitches, judging on how deep it was.

Chibs came barrelling through the door and went straight to the bar sink to scrub his hands. He paced quickly over to the trio, still drying his hands.

“Hello dolly, can I have a look see?” Chibs spoke softly to her, noting that she seemed to have gone into shock. “Atta girl!” he commended, when she didn’t flinch when he moved to check her injuries.

She was beginning to develop a deep bruise on the right side of her face. It appeared that the hit had managed to fracture her cheek bone and she had earned a black eye from the mistreatment. He lightly prodded her neck making sure there was no damage to her trachea or esophagus and deemed that she would heal easily enough but be tender for the next week. When he went to press his palm to her stomach and check on the baby she locked her hand on his wrist, digging her nails into him. Her eyes began to fill with tears again as she shook her head with fear.

“Okay, okay darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you or the baby. Just wanna check on them. Gemma, could you try to put your palm on her stomach? I wanna see if we can get a kick. That means we can skip the hospital… Maybe just have a house call for an ultrasound later?” Chibs tried to speak softly and hide his concern. It didn’t look like the bastard had been able to make contact with her small bump but he had to be sure.

Gemma slowly reached out and when Y/N made no move to stop her, placed the hand that wasn’t holding the towel to her adopted daughter’s stomach. She waited worryingly, hoping to feel the baby kick.

The clubhouse door slammed open again and a rumbling “Babygirl!” spewed frantically out of Happy’s mouth as he trekked across the clubhouse. Gemma sighed in relief when the baby shifted at the sound of their father’s voice and nodded at Chibs. Gemma slowly shifted away from Y/N and stood to stop Happy quickly.

“What are you doing, Gem? I gotta see her!” Happy growled, restraining himself from letting his anger unleash on the club mom.

“And you will see her. I just wanna make sure you’re gonna keep your head on straight. She is in shock if you come in all burly and pissed it won’t help her or the baby. Jax has already called a meeting and that shit will get what is coming to him, but right now you need to be here for Y/N.”, Gemma spoke quickly and with authority. “Now, if you can keep your cool, I am sure it would be a big help for you to sit with her and help Chibs.”

Happy nodded his head and stepped around Gemma. Quickly crouching to the ground to make sure Y/N could see him.

“Happy!” She let out in quiet relief.

He shook his head in attempts to subdue his anger, “Yeah babygirl! I’m here now. Hmm, let me take a look at you?”

She slowly turned her head as his hand caressed her chin and happily allowed him to press his palm to her stomach. The baby slowly kicked along his palm and he smiled in relief.

He turned to Chibs to ask what he needed to do. The irishman directed the Tacoma Killer to gently move his old lady to wear he was sitting against the wall behind her with her body cradled between his legs. Y/N tilted her head back to let it rest against her husband as he wrapped his arms around her. At Chibs instruction his right arm went around her shoulders, his left rested along her baby bump and bent his left knee so she couldn’t see her hurt arm.

“Alright, little pinch hun and then it shouldn’t hurt so bad, hmmm.” Chibs said.

He slowly unwrapped the arm and Y/N jolted when Happy growled in distaste. When she looked up at him to see what was wrong, he tilted his head down and nuzzled his nose against her unmarked cheek. Chibs quickly injected local anesthetic to multiple spots along the abrasion and waited several minutes before running a gloved finger along the injury. Y/N didn’t flinch in Happy’s arms and Chibs took that as a go ahead.

Chibs prepped his supplies and began to clean the gash of glass. Some shards had remained on the bottle when Maggot broke it and he wanted to make sure nothing was embedded when he began to suture. Y/N was slowly coming back to herself and tried to adjust to where she could see when she felt the tugging on her arm.

Happy easily distracted her with forehead kisses and talking through what was going on. He reassured her that something would be done about the prospect. When he mentioned that church was called, she shuddered and begged him not to leave. Happy consoled her to the best of his ability but nothing seemed to work. Jax overheard and let them know this was going to be the only exception of an old lady attending church. Chibs agreed saying that even though they knew Happy’s vote, he had a right to listen to everyone else’s. Plus Chibs was going to give Y/N’s nurse midwife, Tatum, a call as soon as he was done so he could give her pain medication. Y/N would probably sleep through the entire meeting anyways.

Chibs finished suturing her arm and told Happy to take her up to his dorm and help her shower. Happy agreed after Chibs explained that he should have an answer by then and could give her some medicine and wrap the sutures. Happy stood carefully before lifting Y/N into his arms.

He carried her up the stairs and sat her down on their bed. They had a house that was almost done being renovated and they decided to save money by moving back into the clubhouse for the time being. Happy was glad that they lived here, especially right now. He knew she was comfortable and everything was at his fingertips. He could easily lay them both out new clothes and get her comfort items.

“What do you wanna wear after your shower, babygirl?” Happy questioned, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.

Y/N shrugged but told him no when he went to open her loungewear drawer. She quickly directed him to his drawers with the point of her finger. He chuckled at her and pulled out one of her favorite shirts of his to sleep in. It was a faded grey t-shirt with Reaper Crew written in blue on the chest. He also grabbed her a pair of underwear, fuzzy socks and a pair of her sweatpants before quickly laying out new clothes for himself as well. He then scooped her up again and brought her to their bathroom. Y/N began to tear up again when Happy helped her take her shirt off, well his shirt off.

“No, no, no… don’t cry baby! I’m here now. What’s wrong?” Happy asked, concerned.

Y/N let out a whine, “I got blood on your shirt! It’s ruined!”

“Babygirl”, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’re crying over my shirt? I can fix that one easy! Just need the hydrogen peroxide.” He calmed her, wiping away her tears.

“Really? How do you know that?” She looked up at him hopeful and then confused.

He shook his head at her cute little scrunched nose, “I’m the Tacoma Killer babe!”, he elated with his arms spread wide, “I would have a very empty closet if I threw away clothes everytime a little blood got on them.”

Y/N giggled. Sometimes she would forget her husband’s renown and think of him as her reserved, badass. Happy corralled her into the shower and quickly stripped so he could join her. He grabbed new washcloths, before joining his wife in the shower.

The couple used this time to check in and reassure each other. Both clinged to the other, gently washing away the blood and trauma of the day. Y/N rested her head on his chest while he shampooed her hair. She braced her hands on his waist tilting her head so he could rinse away the suds.

Happy grabbed her chin and she could feel his chest rumble against hers as he growled at the marks on her neck and face. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against her cheek. Y/N quickly stood on her tippy toes and brought her lips to his. Happy let out a groan before posessively attacking her lips with his. Y/N could tell he was reclaiming “his territory” and she wasn’t mad in the slightest. She gasped when his teeth tugged on her lip and he happily delved into her.

By the time the couple was done showering, both felt reassured in their bond and were clean of Y/N’s blood. They both quietly changed into clean clothes and Y/N let out a quiet groan when the pain in her arm began to make itself known again. As soon as she was dressed, Happy wrapped her up in her beloved blanket and handed the turtle stuffie to her before scooping her up again.

When they reentered the clubhouse, the mess had been cleaned and it looked like nothing had happened. Gemma walked up to the pair and handed Y/N a plate covered in some of her favorite snacks and told her that her babies had to eat before kissing her head and walking off. The plate was filled with cubed apple, cheddar cheese, some strawberries, dill pickles, a few chunks of pumpkin bread and a handful of chocolate covered pretzels.

Happy then carried her into church and sat down. He pulled his legs across his and braced her back with his right arm before sneaking away some of her chocolate pretzels. She began to grumble at him when Chibs approached the duo. He smiled at the two before passing Happy a bottle of pills and a bottle of water.

“She can take up to two every eight hours. Two will knock her out and one will just make her a little loopy.” He told Happy before turning to Y/N, “You can go ahead and take two now. I need to apply an antibiotic to the stitches and then wrap your arm, then I’ll leave you be darlin.”

“You’re never a bother Chibby.” Y/N stated before swallowing the pills Happy placed in the palm of her hand, “Thank you for taking care of me”. Y/N reached out and gave Chibs’ hand a squeeze before he began to wrap her arm.

“Tatum will come by tomorrow morning for a check up on you and the baby. She assures me that we handled everything correctly and that the medication will have no ill effects on you or the baby. She wanted me to remind you to hydrate and let others take care of you”, he said, giving her a knowing look. “I am staying here tonight, just in case. We will need to rebandage everyday and the stitches should be able to come out in a week in a half or so.” Chibs informed them before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s palm and standing.

He walked out of the room and Y/N leaned further into Happy. She munched on the apple and cheese chunks and sipped on the water when Happy encouraged her to do so. She was about three quarters of the way through her plate when her head began to bob. Happy had to prod at her to keep eating what Gemma plated for her. After her head bobbed for the third time, Jax knocked on the door and stepped through.

He looked at Y/N softly and waited for Happy to nod “Let’s do this brother”

Slowly the rest of the patched club members filtered their way in. Jax took his seat, quickly followed by the rest of the main table. Jax slammed the gavel to start the meeting and smiled apologetically at Y/N when she jolted at the violent noise. Happy pushed the turtle plushie further into her arms and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

Y/N let out a soft sigh of content and snuggled in, letting the medicine take full effect. She would jolt every once in a while when the guys allowed their anger to take control or raised their voices. The vote to indict Maggot to face Mr. Mayhem was unanimous but his sponsor decided to move charters before the vote. He didn’t feel right invoking Mayhem on his prospect but it was well deserved and the vote needed to be unanimous.

Within the hour, Happy was handing Y/N off to Gemma who was going to watch over her until the men were done. Jax normally would make the prospects stay with the women but he wanted them to see this. All of the crap that had happened was due to a prospect thinking he was the shit. Maggot forgot that the club is family and he certainly forgot the consequences that come with betrayal.

Jax easily approved of Happy killing Maggot in the same ways he hurt Y/N. He began by telling the man that the entire club voted for him to meet Mr. Mayhem and when the prospect had the audacity to try to spew more hate about Y/N Jax couldn’t control his anger. Completing one of the steps of the man’s death by driving his fist through his temple.

Maggot fell to the ground but didn’t stay there long. The prospect had enough wit to scramble backwards when Happy stalked towards him. The Tacoma Killer had a sick smile spreading across his face while stalking towards the piece of shit who hurt his wife. Happy wrapped his hands around Maggot's neck and lifting him into the air.

Maggot choked for breath and Happy laughed. The killer waited until it looked like Maggot was about to die and then released his neck. Maggot struggled to catch his breath and flinched when Opie busted a new beer bottle and handed it over to Happy.

“You thought we’d forget!” Jax yelled motioning for Tig and Half-Sack to pin the squirming Maggot down.

Happy dug the beer bottle into Maggot’s arm and when the disgrace began to wail Tig punched him again. Blood was flowing steadily from the gaping wound running towards the garage drains. Happy then went wild with the sharp glass, rapidly stabbing the man repeatedly until Opie pulled him off and knocked the bottle out of his hand.

Happy’s body shook with adrenaline and a growl worked his way up and out of his chest. The satisfaction of killing the bastard was battling his desire to drag it out. If he wasn’t itching to get back to Y/N and their unborn baby. He shook out the jitters and gladly accepted a work towel from Chibs. His clothes were a mess of blood.

Happy trekked across the lot and into the clubhouse before ripping off his clothes and shoving them into a bag. He hauled ass up the stairs in just his boxers. When he cracked open the door to his room, Gemma was sitting on his side of the bed reading a book and Y/N was curled around her plushie on top of the covers.

Gemma got off the bed, gave Happy a look and smiled when he nodded back. She pecked his cheek before heading out the door. Happy silently maneuvered through the dorm towards the shower. He rinsed his body until the water ran clear and then soaped up. Once out of the shower, he threw on clean boxers before nudging Y/N awake.

She squinted in annoyance until she realized it was him, “C’mon doll. Let’s get you ready for bed.” Happy encouraged, pulling her out of the bed and to the bathroom. He handed her a toothbrush and grabbed his, letting her lean on him sleepily while she slowly brushed her teeth. He motioned at the contact case once their teeth were clean.

Y/N was taking her contacts out when Happy asked “Music tonight?”

She bobbed her head in response, “Can you put on Florence and the Machine?”

He nodded, leaving the bathroom. Happy pulled for the fan, put the record Y/N requested on and pulled back the covers. He heard the toilet flush and looked up to see Y/N stumble back into their room. She toed out of her sweatpants and socks before snuggling under the covers up against Happy.

His arms went around her stomach and Y/N’s hands rested on top of his. He thumbed at the baby bump. It helped remind him that their baby was going to be okay and that Y/N was safe now. Y/N turned her head to nuzzle into Happy’s shoulder and breathed in his deep scent of cinnamon and sweet tobacco. Y/N dozed off to the sound of her murderous man’s heartbeat and “Never Let Me Go” playing in the background.

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Christmas Shopping

Chapter 3 - Addicted to you.

A/N: It felt so weird writing/editing this chapter in the middle of summer, but that’s how their timeline worked out! I can’t remember the last time I released a H&L chapter or wrote one to be fair, I think after this I have 2 more in drafts. Better get back to it! I hope you like it 😘

Tagging those who asked to be tagged but if you want to be added let me know!

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff & NSFW

Songs: Kelly Rowland - Commander, Rihanna - Only girl, Magic - Rude & Wyclef Jean - Perfect gentleman.

Word Count: 2673

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy! 😘

A couple days later.

"So what are you going to get Harry for Christmas?" Nikki asks her as they had taken a break from shopping to have some lunch. "I have no idea what to get him!" she sighs. "I'm sure he'll be happy with you in some sexy lingerie," Nikki winks at her Laila lets out a loud laugh making people turn to look at her. "Or you can get him a Santa costume?" she laughs.

"What are you getting Stu?" Laila changes the subject. "He wants a new aftershave, I can't remember what he normally wears. What does Harry wear?" Laila has a think "Erm...a few different ones really Paco Rabanne One Million, Davidoff cool water, Boss Bottle that one what's his face is in the advert....the guy that plays Thor. Is one he smelt recently and liked but he didn't get it because they sold out and only had the sample bottle."

"You can get him that! I might have a sniff to see if it's something Stu would wear too!"

After lunch, they are walking through the shopping centre, Nikki ended up getting Stu some aftershave. Laila was still unsure what to get Harry, so Nikki drags her into Ann Summers. "What about these??" Nikki holds up some fluffy handcuff, Laila snorts. "We already have some, but without the fluff!" Nikki puts down the cuffs "What about cock ring? Closest Harry will get to sticking a ring on it!"

"We have that too," Laila blushes. "Crotch less knickers?" Laila nods signalling she has those. "Weighted love ball?" she asks and Laila again nods. "Feather tickler?" nod, "Blind fold? Riding crop?" Laila again nods, "Jeez, it would be easier to ask what you haven't got!" the pair laugh, "What? It has been eight years remember!" Laila winks at her.

"What about anal beads or ball gag?" Laila pulls a disgusted face "Finally! What about nipple clamps?" Laila laughs, "Only if they're being used on him!" she laughs. "God! Just think 6 months ago you were a born again virgin...now look at you! Getting more action than all of us put together!" Nikki giggles "Just over 7 months actually!" Laila corrects her.

Laila's phone Pings.

"Nikki! Look what Harry has done to Mabel!" she hands her the phone. "Awwww! Laila how adorable do she look!" the pair coo over the photo. "Has she met her new dog walker yet?" Nikki asks as she hands back the phone "She's met her, she's actually taking her out today." she smiles.

They ended up leaving the shop with some Christmas theme lingerie.

Later.

Laila arrives home all the lights are out "Harry?" Laila calls out. "I'm in the living room!" he calls back, she hangs up her coat and makes her way across the hall. When she opens the living room door the room is lit with tea and fairy lights, there are blankets and cushions on the floor in front of the coffee table. On the coffee table there is a chocolate fondue with fruit and marshmallows next to it "Aww Bear! What's all this?" she wanders over to him on the floor. "Where's Mabel?" she looks round the room as she sits next to him.

"She's gone to bed, Nessa took her for a 2 mile walk today!" he cups her face pulling her in for a soft kiss. "Aww, are they getting on OK?" he smiles, "Yeah, I've booked her in for Monday to Friday this week coming about lunchtime, so you'll met her this week."

"Right, enough about this dog walker. Are you going to let me feed you?" she winks, he leans forward grabbing a strawberry and hands it to her. She dips it into the chocolate and guilds it towards his lips, he's just about to take a bite when she redirects it to her mouth and takes a bite. He laughs and reaches over and pulls her lips to his. His tongue swirls with hers tasting the chocolate covered strawberry, he pulls away "That was amazing!" he grins at her.

She grabs another strawberry covers it in chocolate and traces it against his pulse line. Her tongue follows the same path, he groans and his breathing hitches as she pulls away she places the strawberry against his lips, he takes a bite. His lips brush over her finger tips making her every nerve ending stand on end. He knows the affect he has on her "How was that?"

"Tasty!" he grins and winks at her "Your turn." he picks up a marshmallow covers it in chocolate holds it out for her to bite into it. "Hmmm..!" she smiles at him "Did you get all your shopping done?"

"I need to order a couple of bits online, but after that..I'm done."

"Christmas day, what are we doing?" he asks.

She sighs, "I don't know how we are going to split between them all!" she leans against him and his arm comes around her. "I have an idea....as it's our first Christmas together, what if we did Christmas day just me, you and Mabel? In bed in our PJ's? I'll cook us Christmas dinner. Then Boxing day we do a buffet for both families?" she sits up to look at him "So, a lazy Christmas day? In bed?"

"Yeah...PJ's, snuggles in bed and a Harry Taylor roast. What more could a girl ask for?!" he winks waiting for her answer. "I love it!" his face lights up "Really?!" he questions her. "Yeah, Christmas day in bed with my hunky boyfriend, but I have one alteration....no pajamas!" He raises a brow to her, "Noted!" he jokes. "Instead Christmas jumpers!!!" this wasn't the answer he was expecting.

She giggles "Your face! But I want matching Christmas pajamas!" He chuckles "OK, but no photos my brothers will rip into me!" she sighs "Oh! Come on, one photo? Just to make me happy?" she pouts. "Fine, if it makes you happy." she claps getting her own way, "I think you owe it to Mabel after today!"

He chuckles "She looked cute!" "She did! Oh are you working Saturday?" she asks. "I don't think so?" he questions. "Every Christmas we do a friends Christmas party, kinda like a blow out before the family stuff. Nikki has planned it for Friday night and she has found somewhere that is having a 90's to 2020's night"

"Sounds good, who's going?" he asks. "Remy, Alec, Nikki, Stu, Alene, Daniel and now us!" she smiles. "I'm guessing we get completely smashed then?" she laughs.

Friday evening.

They arrive at the club Nikki found, Laila and Harry are the last to arrive.

Laila notices Stu and Nikki at the bar, she sneaks up behind her Stu spy's her, but Laila puts her index finger to her lips signalling him not to say anything. As she reaches Nikki, she wraps her arms around waist, making Nikki whip round with a face like thunder until she realises it was her friend "Laila, I was just about to...whatever. Glad you guys are here." she shouts over the music.

"Sorry, Mabel's walker got back late. Where are the others?" Laila calls back, Nikki points over to a table where the rest of the group are sat. Harry leans in, "Shall we get a drink first?" Laila nods "What you guys having?" Stu asks. "I know Laila's drink, Harry what ya having?" Nikki asks.

After they make their way over to the others "Hey!!" Laila call out as she takes a seat next to Alec, who hugs her and Harry. They are sat for a few minutes when Kelly Rowland - Commander begins to play Nikki jumps up, grabbing Laila's hand dragging her to the dance floor.

Nikki starts to sing along.

"From here on out

I'll be your commander (I'll be your commander)

No fear no doubt

I'll provide the answer

Right now I command you to dance"

She points to Laila, who starts to sing along with her. The pair are dancing on the edge of the dance floor in view of the table, laughing, their bodies swaying to the music the pair attract a couple of strangers, who slowly move closer to them waiting to make their move to become their unwanted dance partners.

Completely oblivious to the unwanted strangers, the song switches to Rihanna - Only Girl they continue to dance. Suddenly both girls feel someone behind them as they turn they saw Stu and Harry, Laila looks up at him confused "I thought you don't dance?" she laughs. He wraps his hands round her, swaying her as he leans in, "I don't, but those blokes behind me were inches away from trying to dance with you two."

She looks behind him "Oh, you didn't want me dancing with a stranger?" she laughs, he shook his head and they continued dancing away.

The next song was Magic - Rude as it starts up Laila starts singing it to Harry when she gets to the chorus he joins in.....

"Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know

You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die

'Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is no!'

Why you gotta be so Rude?

Don't you know I'm human too?

Why you gotta be so Rude?

I'm gonna marry her anyway

Marry that girl, marry her anyway

Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say

Marry that girl, and we'll be a family

Why you gotta be so Rude?"

Both grinning and smiling, he cups her face pulling her in for a kiss.

A little later back at the table "Laila, Boxing day....is it OK to bring Melissa?" Alene asks, Laila looks over to Rem. "Is Rem OK with that?" she looks to Alene who nods "If it's OK with Rem it's OK with me." when she looks up Rem mouths "Thank you." to her.

Daniel comes over from the bar with a tray of drinks "Sex on the beach anyone?" he passes them around the group. "Damn Daniel at least buy a girl a drink first!" Alene teases him "Sorry Len, but you aren't my type!" he winks at her, the group laugh.

A little later Perfect Gentleman - Wyclef Jean starts playing a tipsy Harry pulls Laila away from the bar and onto the dance floor. He spins her before pulling her close to him swaying them together. "Hey, you are a liar!! You can dance!" Laila giggles as she wraps her arms around his neck.

"My moo....ves only get bet...ter after I've add....a few." his words are slurred, his hips move with hers. He spins her round again, her body collides with his "I think you need to get drunk at every party or night out if it improves your dance moves!" he smirks before claiming her lips. As they sway with their lips locked, Laila can feel him begin to stiffen against her hips "Hmmm....someone seems to be enjoy themselves a little to much!" She winks.

He looks round checking no one is near, his lips brush against her ear "Can we head home? I got some other kinda moves I want to show you!" she giggles and bites her lip, "Let's go!" they say their goodbyes and head for the tube.

10 Minutes later.

Their underground train arrives empty, he sits and pulls her onto his lap. He captures her lips, the kiss becomes heated, Harry pulls off his coat and places it on her lap. His hand creeps under his coat snaking into her jeans "Bear, not here!" she whispers, he smirks against her lips continuing his trail. He lets out a soft growl. He reaches her hidden jewel, her head rolls back as his lip pepper down her neck.

She bites back a moan as he works between her slick slits.

Through the speaker they hear the next station is their stop, they both groan with disappointment. "Come on, we can continue this at home!" she gets up as the train pulls into their station.

2 Weeks later.

It's the day before Christmas Eve, Laila has just finished her last day until the new year, she wanders into the kitchen, "Oh, Harry! You're home early!" she was sure he mentioned he was training Stu tonight.

He's leaning against the kitchen counter with a whiskey in his hand, he looks over to her "I canceled Stu's PT session....Laila, there's something I need to tell you..."

He looks as if what he's about to tell her is tearing him up inside, her minds goes into overdrive....Was history repeating itself?

"Bear?" she looks at him concerned, he takes a deep breath "When I came back today to take Mabel for a walk at lunch....I bumped into Nessa." she laughs, "What is she annoyed we didn't get her to take Mabel out today?" he silently chuckles, but it quickly fades. "She was walking another client's dog, she asked if she could join Mabel as I was taking her over to the fields. We were just sat on a bench talking...she asked me about work and us. Then this afternoon she turned up at my work for a PT session, I didn't even know she booked. I was giving her a tour of the gym and she tried to kiss me..."

Laila's cheeks burn, but soon drain cold "What?!" was all she could conjure up from her lips. "Laila, I promise you as soon as she leaned in I stepped back. I was just as confused as you are, I asked her to leave after that." she can see he's just as shocked as she is "Laila? Please say something!" he softly pleads with her.

She sighs, making her way over to him cupping his face "Looks like we need to find a new dog walker." she laughs, he rolls his eyes at her. "Hey, It's not the first and probably won't be the last time a client tries to make a move on you....I remember a client making some more steamier moves on you about 7 months ago," she grins at him. He laughs, "Those were wanted moves!" he reminds her. "More than wanted...just look at what happened that night...but I'm glad you told me about Nessa." she pushes up on her tiptoes to kiss his nose.

"I've never given another woman a tour of the changing rooms since." he laughs before continuing "That is how and why we work because we are honest with one another!" he kisses her nose. "OK, can I be really honest..Bear?" he nods, "You stink!! Did you not shower before coming home?" Laila baits him. "Oh, I do? Do I?" he raises a brow to her.

With that he throws her over his shoulder "Harry?! Put me down!" she screams between her laughter. "Sorry, my love that's a no!" his hand strikes her arse cheek as he begins to climb the stairs with her over his shoulder. "Harry!!"

Later.

Cuddled up on the sofa watching a film "Bear?" he hums in response. "Can I be the one to sack Nessa?" she giggle, he starts searching her hair, "Harry, what are you doing?" she asks. "Looking for your devil horns," he chuckles, "But if it makes you happy...Yes, you can sack her.... to be fair, it means I don't have to deal with her," he starts to stroke her hair back down "Now how to do it? Mwahahaha!!" she fakes an evil laugh, "You really are the devil!" he smiles at her "Oh, you've seen nothing yet, Bear!" she winks.

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He pulls her onto his lap, so she's straddling him, he cups her face "Why don't you show me?" his lips crash to hers.

Chapter 4

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