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chuckbass-love · 4 years

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Imma just put this out here. Imagine Steve Rogers and y/n making out a in Her bed in her apartment a few hours before his next mission. Their just snuggled together whilst Steve grinding into her and just having a amazing time making out and grinding on each other. But when Steve goes to fuck her he’s looking for a condom and he can’t find one. When he finds the box there’s actually no condoms left cause neither of them went to buy any lately. And y/n won’t let him go inside her without a condom so they can’t exactly have sex. So Steve finds over ways to satisfy them both 😉

This is going to be short ish but sweet but i hope you still love it...

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff & soft smut. Language, Oral (f and m receiving), fingering (vaginal and anal), hand job, overstimulation well kinda and last but not least, daddy kink. 18+

Word Count: 2,264

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Make You Feel Good

You nuzzle your head into the crook of Steve’s neck as his arm drapes around your body, pulling you in closer, if that’s even possible. You’re at the point where you can’t tell where he ends and you begin.

Both of your legs tangled in each others, you’re naked and he’s just in his boxers. You’ve done nothing all weekend except fuck and make out. Obsessed isn’t the word for how you feel about him. He’s everything you’ve waited 25 years for.

Being younger than him isn’t an issue though. People were skeptical at first, he’s older than old. Should be dead by now but since he was stuck in the ice for all those years, he didn’t age. But since they saw how happy the two of you make each other, they stayed out of it, letting you live how you want to.

His age rarely shows though. He’s more than capable of keeping up with you. If anything he has you gasping for air a lot of the time. Runs circles round you.

His index finger lifts your head up so he can look right into your eyes.

“I have to go soon” he lowers his head to kiss you quickly but you pull him back in. Only breaking away to talk before claiming his lips again.

“Please stay” you beg, he never gets to stick around for long, there’s always something that requires his full undivided attention.

“I can’t princess. I’ll be back tomorrow though and besides, i have a little bit of time before i need to go”

You know exactly what he means by that so you beat him to it. Getting on top and straddling him. The kissing continues as his hands rest on the round globes of your ass. His favourite feature on your body. An ass man all the way.

He relishes in the way it bounces each time he slaps it or whenever he’s fucking you from behind and his skin collides with yours. It’s the most mesmerising view.

His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring yours like it’s the first time. Winning the battle for dominance but let’s be honest here. When is Steve not in charge? You allow him to be simply because he’s so good at it and you love being owned by him.

Whenever he’s around, you’re stuck in this bubble where all you see, feel and taste is him. He makes you’re whole body turn to jelly, your pussy wet and your vision blurry. Everything about him has you walking around like you’re floating in the air.

“God i’m so hard for you” his whisper like moans escaping as soon as you grind your naked and soaked core along his crotch, from the tip of his cock to just where his balls are most likely sitting.

His nails dig in further and as soon as you wince he releases his grip “shit, did that hurt? I’m sorry baby, you just drive me crazy”

You place your index finger over his mouth “shush, it’s fine. I liked it”

Even during intimate moments, he remains a gentleman. Sure he can talk dirty and fuck you like a whore but he always makes sure you’re having a good time, that he’s not being too hard on you.

Typical Steve Rogers move.

Once you can feel yourself making a mess of him, you decide it’s time. You sit up slightly, making room for him to release himself out of the confines of his boxers.

“I need you so badly” you kiss him, not wanting to wait any longer, you speed up the process by practically yanking his boxers down.

“So desperate huh princess?”

You bite your lip “can you blame me? I need to make the most of having you here”

He agrees as he watches you wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping him a couple times before shimmying down so your mouth is level with him. He knows exactly what you’re about to do and he can’t wait to feel the warmth of your mouth around his cock.

“Mhmm, such a tease baby” he chuckles, breath hitching as you lick from his balls to his red tip.

One hand tugs on them the other pumps him as he gradually hits home, reaching the back of your throat. As he does, you gag, still not used to how big he is compared to other guys you’ve been with. He’s always loved the sound of you struggling.

“Is my cock too much for my princess?” he taunts

“No daddy” your words muffled by his cock, the sound vibrates onto his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

You continue to work at him, now using both hands to twist around him gently, your saliva lubing him up beautifully. So much so that some even drips from the corners of your mouth. You’re making a real mess of yourself now.

“Fuck, gonna have me cumming in no time”

“Cum for me daddy”

As your hand pumps him, you sink down further, taking his balls in your mouth and sucking, bringing him even closer to his peak. The way his mouth is hanging open in the perfect O shape, his eyes closing gradually but keeping them open just a little, so he can see you making him feel good.

“I’m gonna c-cum” he stutters, groaning, his eyes shoot back open, he sits up slightly and you feel him twitch. You wrap your mouth around his tip, licking the slit before deep throating him, sending his world spinning.

“Oh god” his hands grip the sheets into a fist, he spasms once more and before you know it his hot seed is spurting into your mouth, filling you up. Not in the way you imagined but you know he can go again.

You sit back on your heels, looking him dead in the eyes as you swallow everything he gave to you, just the way he likes. And he can’t get enough of it. “Come sit on my cock baby, wanna feel that pussy wrapped around me just like your mouth was” he leans to the side, opening the drawer on the bedside table “wait. Where are the condoms?” he asks.

You shrug “they should be there” you respond, kissing on his neck, keeping things interesting. Even biting and sucking a little. Making sure to mark him.

“God, baby. That feels so good”

“They aren’t here” he moves things around, still not able to find them.

So you try.

Getting off the bed and checking all the drawers.

“There’s none here”

“Did we use them all?” he raises his brow.

You giggle “maybe we did, shit. What are we gonna do now?”

It wasn’t intentional. You had purchased a pack of 24. A pack you were sure were going to last you. But with you and Steve being the way you are, they didn’t last.

Clearly you’re sex addicts. Who can blame you both? He’s hot and obsessed with you so you can never hold back. Morning sex, mid day sex, evening sex. Early hours of the morning too. Just name it, you’ve both done it.

He can’t stop himself and quite frankly neither can you but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“We don’t have a lot of time before you need to go”

“That’s fine” he starts “come here” he starts tapping his face as he lies down on the bed “let me help you out”

You’ve had your fair share of orgasms from this mans mouth. That same mouth of his can have you shaking and trembling. But you’ve never ridden his face before. He’s asked plenty of times, you’ve always turned him down.

Maybe this time is where you say yes?

“Please, let daddy make you feel good princess, it’ll be just like the other times just a different position”

You cave, settling yourself on top of him, your core inches from his face until he pulls you down so that you’re practically smothering him.

“Mhmm” he mumbles, sucking on your little bundle of nerves and giving you that first shoot of pleasure through your body, causing a moan to leave your mouth. The sound is like music to his ears.

“Like this baby?”

“Yes daddy” you whimper, watching as he sticks his tongue out, agreeing to let you ride his tongue. So you do. You get comfortable. holding onto the headboard for support as you glide yourself over him, the feel of his flattened tongue is driving you crazy and you’ve gone from soaking to practically dripping in seconds.

“Fuck, daddy” you cry, needing more, craving more.

“What is it princess?”

“It feels so good”

“You gonna cum baby? Cum all over daddy’s face and make a mess”

“Yes daddy”

“So even when i go on that mission, i’ll still be able to taste you”

His words are like bullets, shooting through you and killing you off.

Your end is near and you need it desperately.

“Right there, keep doing that, oh fuck”

“Give it to me, let that pretty pussy cum princess”

Suddenly, his finger glides into you from behind and seconds later, another one circles your puckered hold, pushing it’s way in. Being careful not to hurt you. But from the look on your face, he can see that you love it.

“Love having both holes played with huh? Such a dirty girl for daddy princess”

“More, please, i need more” you beg, pathetically.

You’re desperate at this point. You’re so close to finishing that you can see those stars in the distance when you scrunch your eyes closed.

Your hands find purchase in his hair and you’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t realise your hips moving faster and faster. Using his tongue to get you to there.

“Such a dirty baby” he mutters as he takes a break for air, shoving his fingers in and out of both holes, his pace getting quicker by the second.

“Oh shit”

“You close?”

“Yes. Make me fucking cum daddy”

“You got it baby” he winks, sucking on your clit once again.

The all too familiar feeling arrives, starting at your pussy and running through your body. Your clit pulsates in his mouth as your walls flutter around his finger with your asshole repeating the same action. He keeps them in, thrusting them into you to ride you through your intense high.

“FUCK YES” you scream, quivering and trying to get off of his face, he doesn’t let you. His mouth continues to work wonders on your sensitive nub, flicking across your whole sex with greed.

But let’s be honest here when is he not greedy for you? He can’t get enough of you and how sweet you taste.

He pulls his fingers out and uses his hands to lift you arousal covered hole directly over his mouth. He needs it all, all that you have to offer.

“Steve. Omg” your body shakes and your legs clam down on his head, keeping him there.

He starts to slurp and suck, making ungodly sounds as he cleans you up.

Once he’s finished, he taps your thighs and you get off. Collapsing onto the bed instantly.

“Steve” you pant, earning a low and raspy chuckle from him.

“Yes?”

“What the fuck?”

“Are you okay princess?” the innocent act comes out.

“You didn’t stop, i’m ruined”

“It’s my job to ruin you like that baby” he gets up off the bed, strutting into the bathroom as you lay there, unable to do anything. So you just watch him, his bum jiggling as he goes.

“You need a bath princess?”

You mumble your response. You hear the bath water running and before you know it, he’s scooping you up in his arms.

“Come on baby, i got you”

He sits on the edge of the bath with you in his arms, waiting for it to finish running before he helps you in. Bubbles galore.

“I have to go now though” he looks down at his hands, he hates leaving and it shows. But you know this is his job. Being with him involves watching him go. Just like how you worry every time he’s away. It’s all apart of being Captain America’s girl.

“I’ll be back tomorrow though. I love you, you know that right?” he says as he starts changing once he uses a wash cloth to clean himself up, brushing his teeth and styling his hair too.

“I do and i love you too”

He grabs a hold of his shield, attaching it to his back before he leans down to press a final kiss to your lips and letting it linger.

“Stay safe princess”

“I should be saying that to you Captain”

He smirks, blowing a final kiss as he shuts the door and you hear footsteps through the room and out the front door. You already can’t wait for him to return.

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moonlightpastime · 4 years

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Hmm gonna throw Mistaken for Couple + Sleep intimacy Zakkura your way for whenever you might want to play with it. :3 (Also possibly revealing my secret identity with this prompt lol)

Oooooooo! Delicious lil combo indeed.

(also sorry. it’s me. of course this turned into basically a mini-ficlet on it’s own lol)

Hmm...okay. Imma be a basic, trope-y bich then lol. Scenario I’d probably play with in a canon-ish setting would be Cadet!Cloud and Zack kinda bumping into each a couple times- maybe brief mission overlaps or something after Modeoheim? And since they’d hit it off so quick that just continues. And of course people take notice. For one thing it’s weird for a First Class to be hanging around and all. And sure Zack’s got a reputation of being pretty chill and outgoing. What surprises the other Cadets is Cloud. Because Strife’s always been stand-offish and stuff.

So of course the rumours start flying. And there’s the mix of usual nasty ones “Sleeping with Fair to climb the ladder.” ect. But there’s also some squad-mates of Cloud’s who don’t think that’d really be the case. Maybe there’s something more genuine there- though it’s still a bad idea considering Zack’s basically one of their CO’s.

So one mission comes along and Zack kinda meets up with the tail end of this little sortie that the cadets were off training in. It runs later than they planned so they all just decide to camp it out and head back to HQ the next morning. Being the country boys they are- and with that ‘weird’ chemistry Cloud and Zack are pretty quick to get things organized and get a legit pretty cozy camp.

Only a sliiiight problem in that they don’t actually have enough space in the trooper tent. Meant for a four man squad, not five. So of course, SOLIDER Fair slings his arm around Cloud’s shoulders and says, “Then I guess this guy’s bunking with me.” since Zack’s been packing his own small tent for his mission. Cloud flails and blushes a bit. “O-oh. No I can do watch duty.”

Zack just rolls his eyes and jostles the blond. Puts on his friendly ‘commander’ voice. “We’ll do it in shifts Cadet. Just like always.” So they work out a quick schedule. Couple hours each so they can all get some rest after their busy training. Cloud’s got first shift since he ‘volunteered’. Zack takes the last one- because he’s slightly evil and loves being the one to wake up/break down camp.

Of course once they turn in, Zack isn’t really tired- always too much energy- so he wanders over to keep Cloud company. He’s sitting a way off from the camp. Away from the fire they decided to keep burning. Tends to help deter monsters anyway. Zack nudges Cloud with a knee as he comes up behind him.

“Aren’t you cold man?” He asks. Eyeing the wind tugging at the cadet’s clothes. Cloud shakes his head. Something almost wistful on his face.

“This is nothing compared to home.”

“Nibelheim right? That’s out west ain’t it?”

“Mm.”

They shoot the shit for a while, before Cloud gets a little flustered. Tells Zack he should rest since he’s waking up the earliest. And Cloud needs to focus on his job. So Zack puts on a little show of stretching and yawning- and NO. Cloud is NOT staring. He’s keeping WATCH.

Eventually Cloud gets tapped to head to bed. Hesitates for like an HOUR outside the tent. Or at least that’s how it feels like to Zack who of course isn’t sleeping. Scares the living day lights outta Cloud when he finally scoots over and tugs open the flap. Grinning up at the cadet, one eyebrow raised.

“You coming?”

Cloud shuffles in obediently, takes another age getting outta his boots, gloves combat gear. Just leave him in those baggy navy fatigues. The space is still pretty small, but Zack figures it’ll be fine. Cloud isn’t exactly a big person. (not that he says that. Out loud.).

Eventually Zack whines at him enough to get the other settled down anyway. The bedrolls really aren’t the most comfy thing, but they’d found pretty even patches of ground to set up their tents over so it could definitely be worse. Zack wiggles his closer to Cloud’s when the other very, very stubbornly won’t move himself. Logically it’ll keep them warmer and Cloud’s gotta be at least a little cold from watch right? Just makes sense. They tussle a bit, before Zack actually gets Cloud to relax again. Even crack a smile and it makes Zack’s chest feel warm. Cloud’s the first one yawning. Long, very busy day and he doesn’t have the same ridiculous energy as a SOLIDER (pointed look at Zack.) So Zack quite bugging him- as much- and they both settle in. Can hear the distant crackle of the fire and the two squadmates talking quietly outside. Thanks to his enhancements he catches little snippets of their conversation on the wind.

It surprises him a bit. Hearing people speculating him and Cloud are a ‘thing’. He shrugs it off more or less because he’s been around enough to realize Cloud’s kinda isolated. Honestly he feels bad for the people who don’t give the blond a chance. They’re missing out. Bit time, in Zack’s opinion. Cuz Cloud’s nice. And smart. And honestly just fun.

Warm too, now that the night time chill’s starting to fade from his skin. Zack snuggles up closer to soak some of it in and share his own. Habbit. Jungle kid after all. Prefers the heat to the cold any day.

He’s not really tired, not yet, still got that vague adrenaline pumping through his veins. Always kinda is. But there’s something kinda...mellowing about Cloud. Gives him something to focus on other than that constant itch to ‘get up, move, do something’. It’s nice. And pretty cute how Cloud’s hair falls in his face when he shifts. Can tell the other’s drifted off for real now. All those senseless little twitches and sounds. Used to freak Zack out a little bit when he first got enhanced. How he could catch the rhythm of someone’s heartbeat if he tried. But Cloud’s is nice.

Zack wasn’t really expecting to sleep that night. Usually has a tough time of it when he gets sent on missions that are way too easy. Takes a lot to tucker him out. But the next thing he knows he’s catching a voice. Snapping out of sleep. Something kinda soft brushing his face. Tickles a bit.

“U-uh. Sir?”

Hm. Cadet sounds weird. Almost nervous but Zack’s used to that. People act odd around him. SOLIDER status and all. Even Cloud gets kinda jumpy about it sometimes. But not as often as others.

“It’s nearly four a.m. Sir.”

“Oh right. Thanks. Go catch a few winks. We’ll be oughta here before long.”

“Sir!”

The tent closes again in a faint rush of chilly air and Zack yawns.

Gets a mouthful of hair for his efforts and sputters a bit. Blinks open and.

Oh.

Huh. Well that’d explain the extra warmth. He’s honestly not sure from the tangle their in if he’d moved in the night or if it’d been Cloud. Maybe a collaborative effort. But Cloud’s all tucked up against his front. One slender hand curled in the front of Zack’s heavy shirt. Zack’s got Cloud all wrapped up in a mix of their bedding and his arms. He’s done that since he was a kid. Grabbin’ up pillows and stuff to cuddle.

He thinks he prefers having someone to snuggle up with instead.

It’s super dark out. That weird hour before the sun starts to come up. Still enough to make out that funny little wrinkle of Cloud’s nose as the other grumbles in his sleep. Zack chuckles, leans back a bit so he doesn’t end up with another mouth of hair.

“You’re okay Spike. Get some more sleep.”

Takes a bit of careful shifting and wiggling to get them somewhat untangled. Doesn’t really succeed in keeping Cloud asleep either. Blue, blue eyes blinking open heavily. Makes a little mumble that could be Zack’s name. All confused and tired. Makes the SOLIDER chuckle again.

“At ease.” He says with a grin. Maybe a bit softer than his usual. If Cloud was like, actually awake, he’d grumble at Zack for real. Running joke with them. Started the first time Cloud thought he had to be all ‘formal’ and stuff around base. Dumbass.

They’re...friends.

...right?

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hobihobihoe · 4 years

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Unruly - Part one

Obey me! + Mafia BTS + 0T7 au x reader

2.5k ish

Warnings : 18+ slowwww burn ~ eventual smut ~ descriptions of blood and violence ~ cliche city ~ alsooo uhh if you care about grammar this is not 4 U cause imma dumb bitch <3

Andd ahh this is the first thing i’ve ever written so its probably kinda shit.. :)

Great. Just great. Why did you agree to this again? Oh yeah because you’re a good person, or at least you’re trying to be. You’d just agreed to cover Rosies shift, apparently she was sick, but what you hadn't taken into account when you’d agreed to work was that Rosie had been booked to a private venue, well I guess now you had been booked to a private venue. You hated working private venues, as a bartender people would sometimes assume you provided the drinks or that because you weren't working at your company bar you would join in with shots or maybe give them a discount as you were a lone ranger incharge of yourself and providing alcohol for the night. One thing a private venue did mean though was money, getting paid nearly twice the amount you usually did as well as hopefully generous tips from wealthy clients. But still you weren’t quite sure three times the work was worth only double the pay, but well… fuck it you’ve gotta be a good friend/colleague and well person to Rosie so you just have to suck it up.

Thankfully it was a Saturday night so you didn't have to work it after being at university all day. So you bid farewell to the library you had been pretending to study at and headed home to get changed into something more presentable because a hoodie three times your size and leggings covered in dorito dust probably wouldn't fly at this kind of event.

As you opened the door you heard the crocky meows of your little baby, Zuki. He was an all black rescue cat that you'd adopted two years ago, when you’d started university, as a companion and partly because as soon as you saw his cute little face you were screwed and had to bring him home. You bent down to stroke his head and scratch behind his ear just the way he likes, which results in him vibrating with loud purrs that soften your heart. “Okay baby I love you but I gotta go get ready” Zuki looks at you with annoyance now that you've cut his pampering session short, he's such a spoiled little brat you think to yourself, but as he follows you into your bedroom with his tail high in the air and a slight sway in his steps you can't bring yourself to care. He is just too damn cute.

Now donned in your crisp white shirt and black dress pants you tame your hair enough so that it resembles a neatish bun, you say goodbye to your fur baby and head off to your car on your way to hopefully a nice paycheque.

When you arrive you're greeted by Jae. He leads you to the bar and tells you to ask him if there's anything you need. Okay so far so good, you've just gotta make yourself familiar with any specialised drinks on the menu and the rest should be smooth sailing. About 10 minutes after you arrive a large group of men appear, they sit down on two separate sides of the long table that takes up most of the room, they then send two men from each group respectively your way. Game time you think, the man that reaches the bar first is sweating noticeably, his black hair sticking to the front of his forehead matting the hair that it encompases. “sweetheart get me 6 doubles of gentleman jack over ice and 2 dry martinis”, you smile at him, so thankful that you wouldn't have to make any cocktails. They were time consuming and required a lot of faf essentially and a lot of cleaning up, “of course sir” you say as you smile at him, he barely acknowledges you as he goes to sit at one of the stools that lined the bar. As you get to making his drinks you hear the clearing of someone's throat, you look up and realise it was the other man that you had been coming over. You nearly choke on your spit at the sight of him. His pastel pink hair is delicately framing his cherub-like face, “Miss?”, oh shit you’d zoned out, “Oh i'm so sorry I missed what you said completely '' you admitted shly, he just gave a cute little chuckle. “ Its okay angel” you started to blush at the use of such an affectionate nickname “I asked if I could have 6 manhattans and a sex on the beach” great fucking coacktails you signed internaly, “Of course sir” that earned a smirk from him, you were just being professional, shit professional you had to remind yourself to focus on making the drinks as your traitorous eyes kept lingering in the area surrounding him.

As you finish preparing each individual drink you place them on the bar so the men can take them to booths. Just as you were setting down the final cocktail you brush fingers with the pink haired man, “oh... um” you say prepared to give him an apology but as you look up and meet his eyes you seem to lose your ability to form any kind of cohesive sentence “Jimin, angel, my names Jimin” he states “oh uh, Jimin I hope you enjoy your drinks'' you feel like a pathetic teenager again unable to talk to the pretty boy at the party. “I'm sure I will angel” he throws over his shoulder as he walks back to the group of men he’d emerged from, what was it with him saying that nickname that just made you giddy. God I really need to get out more you thought, maybe you could go out tomorrow as you wouldn't be working since you covered rosies shift, maybe then you could get some real action and should hopefully suasiate you for a bit. Ugh it's like Jimin had awoken something within you, which usually you’d be interested to explore, but considering that you were at work you were gonna just have to put his beautiful face to the back of your mind for when you got home later and could relax properly. Zesh should you feel creepy? No its not your fault that what was practically sex on legs was going about all unobtainable, thats what your imagination and your trusty vibrator were for anyway.

An hour later and you've made exactly three more drinks, wow, maybe if you stare at the champagne flute for another 10 minutes you'll unlock its secrets and it will be more interesting. Just as you were debating wiping down the bar for the hundredth time you hear chairs being pulled out and moved loudly. You look up to see that both groups of men which were previously amicably sat at the table now have guns aimed at each other. You freeze. You haven't ever seen a gun in person before and there must be well over ten now all presumably aimed and ready to fire. You dunk under the bar as you hear yelling start. You weren't able to focus on what was being said by the men, too busy trying to focus on controlling your breathing. Fuck. that sounded like a gun shot. And then another. You've lost track of how many shots you've heard, lots is the amount you settle on, maybe if you just stay behind the bar and stay quiet they'll forget you’re there and leave you alone. There is a long silence in the room, you try your best to mimic it when you notice the movement in one of the wine glasses that are stacked up behind the bar. Someone pushes the staff entrance to the bar open and strides towards you, gun in his right hand. You start to push yourself backward but are soon met with the edge of the bar, the man is dressed in all red and if it weren't for the specks of blood covering his face you would consider him unbelievably attractive. You seem to have been consumed by these thoughts because you suddenly come back into your physical reality, met with a gun now pointed only inches away from your face. You search his eyes for any kind of mercy or empathy you could try to appeal to, what shocks you is you only see a smoldering fire. You see his finger move on the trigger and close your eyes, you don't want the last thing you see to be a stranger. Just as you were going to try to think of pleasant things and the ones you cheriouish you hear a voice. “Hobi stop” Jimin said rather nonchalantly given your current situation, “Chim just let me tie up this loose end then we can get going” the other man, you guess Hobi? Sneered. Wow he just thought of killing you as an inconvenience, what a dick. “Hobi I think we could use her for something else” “what?” Hobi questioned sternly “well even Yoongi mentioned how good his drink was and we always have to get a new bartender every meeting and it would be easier if we had one who knew who we were so when this kind of shit happens again we haven't got any loose ends” Jimin points out. Hobi seems to consider this for a minute before he moves away in a different direction to Jimin, you try to follow his eye line but because of your placement on the floor you can’t see over the bar. “Joon, obviously the call is yours to make” Hobi announces. “It does seem to be a practical suggestion and Jimin must have taken a liking to her if he stopped you, so I don't see why not” the ominous voice declared. After a second of those words sinking in you realise that they have just decided to take you with them, to take you captive.

You start to shake, turning your head to meet Jimin's eye “no uh..um.no please don't take me” you sniffle “I promise I never saw anything, I won't say anything p-please just let me go home” you can barley make out your own words as they are effectively smothered by your tears and your small gasps for breath as you aren't able to regulate your breathing. Jimin elegantly slides over the bar and bends down to your height “Angel don't be so silly, you're coming with us. You should really be thanking me” he gives you a small wink. That causes a fresh wave of panic to settle over you, you know there's a fire exit further down in the bar hidden within the sinks and stock area, with the spike of adrenaline you start to run towards the exit. It looks like it's going well until you hear a loud bang, then the feeling of the side of your head being hit registers, lastly you notice your eyesight unfocusing before darkness seems to override and then suddenly, nothing.

~JIMINS POV~

“Yoongi was that really necessary?” Jimin akses with a slight frown on his face. The older man shrugs “someone had to do something” Jimin sighs and looks at Jungkook, “it will be easier if you carry her.”

~YOUR POV~

When you open your eyes again you see white, adjusting slightly, you realise your laying on a bed. You sit up and look around the room. There are 5 other beds that you can see, they are all small single beds with a chest at the end of each. You look over your surroundings for a few minutes before you remember the circumstances leading up to you being here. You touch the back of your head and wince when your fingers meet a small swollen bump. You decided you should probably try and leave, poor Zuki is probably waiting for you to fill his food bowl. Wow, you realise in this situation you think of your cat's mortality more than your own, well you guess that's what your life has amounted to. Just as you stand up the door opens. “Oh you're awake now” You look over to see the small older woman who was speaking “Umm.. where am i?” The lady gives you a small smile “You're in the maids room sweetie.” Great that's cleared up nothing, you think bitterly. “Can I talk to whoever's in charge? Please?” You think this is probably your best bet, explain to them that you just want to go hope and hopefully they'll be humane enough to agree with that. “Yes, he wanted me to come and get you anyway” She states as she turns around walking away from the doorway, you start to follow her. As you continue walking through the hallways and up the stairs of this seemingly huge mansion you notice several men standing guard with guns rested in their hands, ready at all times. You start to wonder if maybe your idea is ridiculous as you realise wherever you are and whatever you have gotten yourself involved in may be larger than the small group of men you'd seen at the bar. Your worrying is cut short as the women raises her hand and knocks at a door you have stopped outside off, a short “Come in” is what is answered from the other side of the door, the older women looks to you, “You should go in alone, i'll be waiting for you here” You look at her and then to the door “Uh... thank you?” You’re not really sure what the appropriate response is in this situation but you don't want to be rude, she gives you a short nod and smile.

Once you open the door you're faced with one of the men you'd seen before. He regards you with a very slight smile before he gestures to a chair placed in front of the desk he is sitting behind, you walk over to sit at the chair before you look at him directly. You aren't sure if the bang to the head you had received had caused temporary delusions, but as you look at him you swear you see light radiating out of him. You meet his eyes for a second before you decide they are too intimidating and look away, “You wanted to see me?” you ask meekly, deciding to for now abandon your plea for freedom. “Yes, I did, i'm not sure if you remember why we brought you here so i’ll just go over your role again” he starts “You’re going to be working as our personal bartender, this means you will joins us on outings that we deem appropriate and also make our drinks whilst we are here, at the base” he then moves his face into your eye line so that he can make eye contact “And in return of your services we’ll let you live” he finishes his small speech with a slight smile, as if he had just offered you a job and you weren't being threatened and held captive in this place. You take a few minutes to think over what he had just said, you come to the conclusion that for now faking compliance is probably the safest thing you can do until you are able to find a window to escape. “Who do you mean when you say we?” you enquire, you weren't sure if you should be questioning the leader of this organisation?, but your curiosity had won over any of the other responses you considered.

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Ellie 💓💓💓 again congrats on the 250! You deserve every one of them 🤧🤧 I’m in desperate need of Iwaizumi + coming home (bonus points of its time skip, EXTRA BONUS if he’s been gone for like a week or so, like longer-ish) also pls SFW bc I’m tired and my brain and heart are tired as well and I don’t think I can handle smut rn hahahaha okay byeeee love u I hope u have a great day! ✨

YES OF COURSE YOU CAN BABY (also I found it so funny that you forgot to tag yourself you silly billy @goldenhour-goldenboy 😂🥺) thank you for being so supportive, I don’t interact much so Imma work on that I promise! One sleepy and fluffy iwa piece coming up!

You loved your Iwaizumi, loved the way he worked so hard at his job and cared for the people he trained, especially the team. They were you second family and it was so heart warming to see him work so hard for the men he believed so much in. As much as it warmed you heart and soul, he was away a lot, bringing your own heart and soul crashing to the floor some nights when you’re laying alone in the bed, where your Iwa should be. Hoodies and blankets could never live up to the warmth he provides when he pulls you close to his chest.

This time, your Iwa had been away for nearly two weeks on a training camp with the National team, you knew it was essential but it drained you. Tonight was finally the night where he comes through the door and melts in your arms. Holding back your excitement, your order in his favourite takeout food, selecting all his favourite films and obtaining all the snacks that you know he loves to have on his cheat days. Cuddling up on the couch in Hajimes jumper you eagerly wait for his voice to ring through the apartment you shared.

Hours have ticked by, the food cold and waiting on the side, you’ve eaten half of the snacks that were set aside for your movie night. Ding! Your phone tells you that you’ve got a text ‘The planes just only landed, sweetheart. I’ll be an hour, maximum. Love you’ You sigh as you take the snacks to the kitchen and turning off the TV. You decide that the movie night could wait, settling back on the couch you curl up under a blanket and wait for your Iwa.

“Hey Baby..” Izaizumi is home, calling out through the apartment as he drops his bags in the threshold of your little home. No reply. Sliding his shoes off he wanders through the house, frowning at all the lights turned off. Plodding into the lounge, his frown curls up into a small grin at the sight of you asleep on the couch. He can tell you’ve tried really hard to stay awake and places a small kiss to your forehead, teasing you awake “Sweetheart, lets get you to bed hm?” He chuckles when your eyes snap open, dazed with sleep and pure love for your boyfriend. “Iwa...” you whisper. Your Iwa was home.

Suddenly his big arms were wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest as you wrap your legs around his waist, nuzzling his neck. He smelt like planes and sweat and cheap body wash. He still smelt like home, the scent making you feel safe and protected. You suddenly feel the mattress pressing into your back and soft pillows under your head. The dip in the mattress next to you is a feeling you love, knowing that in less than three seconds, your head will bury itself in your Iwa’s strong chest, soft skin pressing to your cheek. “missed you” is what you hear as a whisper from Hajimes mouth “I’m so glad you’re home” is all you can muster out without tears spilling from your eyes.

As much as Iwaizumi would love to sleep, he can’t help but look into your eyes and talk about everything and anything. He missed you so much, telling you about how the boys trained so hard, how they all asked about you and how they can’t wait to be his best men at your wedding. He scrolls through his camera roll, showing you all the pretty sights he saw on his jogs each morning, the dog that lived at local cafe... before he knew it, you were snoring gently on his shoulder. He blushes gently and pulls you in closer “sleep well, baby” he whispers and shuts his own eyes. He has his whole lifetime to tell you stories, right now he just wants to hold you.

I hope this is okay! All I want is Iwa to hold me 🥺🥺 thank your for requesting baby 🤍

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Secrets Part 3.

Bakugo x reader, Bakugo x Uraraka, Kirishima x Reader

Fluff- ish, language, angst

Word count: 2,076

Idea: Y/n has a secret to share with bakugo not expecting a secret from him. She leaves heart broken and attempts to move on. But how will she move on if her secret can no longer be hidden? She fakes a relationship hoping its enough to not expose the true origin of the secret. (This is a terrible summary but I cant say much without spoiling future parts. 🙃)

“I have a plan that could probably fool everyone” he says slowly waiting for a sign from you to continue. You speak up, “Go on..”

He takes a deep breath before speaking again, “We could fake date.” As you open your mouth to speak he speaks up again, “I mean think about it. We would have to lie about how far along you are but it would fool everyone. I think. We can say we fell in love with each other but we are taking our time until one day I accidentally get you pregnant...” He looks at you while you think about his idea. He chews his lip waiting anxiously for your response.

“Let’s do it” You finally say and smile at home. He smiles brightly and says, “Hopefully it works.”

“How does it feel, Kiri, to be a dad?” You say jokingly. He freezes and realizes, “Oh snap you’re right- IMMA BE A WHOLE DAD- this is the happiest day of my life-“

You look at him in admiration. Come to think of it... he willingly accepted to raise a kid who wasn’t his and he never hesitated even if it was fake. You see his face beam with joy. ‘That joy doesn’t seem fake...’

You spend the rest of the day thinking of the story you’d have to tell others when you suddenly realize “KIRISHIMA-“ he looks at you frightened thinking something happened, “YOU MISSED YOUR PATROL-“

He looks at you for a while and laughs, “Oh yeaah- I forgot to mention I took the day off to stay with you”

You look at him with a wild look, “Why did you do that?”

“Like I said, so I could spend time with you and because I wanted to help you unpack. But you were done when me and Izuku came over.” He gives you a loopy grin.

You feel butterflies at his smile but ignore the feeling pretending its you appreciating his kindness. There is no way you’re falling again so soon right?

You get up and hug him, “Thank you so much Kirishima for being here for me. Thank you in advance for putting up with me when I get bigger and more annoying”

He hides his blush in the crook of your shoulder. And hold you near. “I promise to protect you and this baby, even if the baby isn’t mine.” He says softly. ‘I promise to protect you both because I love you more than life itself. And I know i will love you’re baby as my own.’ Kirishima knew this was the only way he could show his love for you and not worry about you rejecting him. He knew you didn’t love him like he did you but he settled for that.

As it nears dinner time you walk to the kitchen and begin preparing dinner. Kirishima wanders after you and watches as you seem content and thinks of what it would have been if he did live a life like this with you. Before he knew it dinner was ready and you serve him a plate and place it in front of him snapping him out of his daydream. He thanks you and waits for you to sit and eat with him.

After dinner he insists on washing the dishes and for you to relax because you’re pregnant. You almost argue that you were fully capable but as soon as you open your mouth he sweeps you off your feet and settles you on the couch as he runs off to do the dishes.

When he swept you off your feet your heart began to race furiously. You tried to push down the feeling but couldn’t help to think of why you felt that way. The only thing you could come up with was love but no that can’t be.

After Kirishima comes back he sits beside you and you both continue to talk about how your plan is going to work.

You spend the rest of your time off with Kirishima and Izuku whichever is off or has time. Other times you spend it alone or shopping for your baby because in your mind, it was never to early to start shopping. Heck, even Kirishima would come over after work and have something for the baby. He was as excited as you were. You notice how he took the role of being a dad seriously even if it wasn’t his child.

You finally return to work but after a couple of month of returning to work again, your pregnancy belly began to show causing you talk to your agency about having an indefinite leave from hero work until after your baby was born. They understand and let you go on maternity leave.

So again you find yourself at home. Tired of sitting around you decide to take a walk. You put on a loose dress that does a great job at hiding your belly and head out. As you take a stroll, you bump into someone and you mutter an apology as you look up and freeze. ‘Shit’ You dont know what to do or say so you stay quiet hoping he leaves you alone. “Y/N?” You hear him say and curse quietly, “Hey bakugo...”

He looks relieved and speaks again, “I’ve been trying to contact you and explain... but it says your number isn’t available. I also tried looking for you but I dont know where you live...”

“And I intend to keep it that way too, Bakugo” You walk off and feel him reach out and as he is about to grasp your arm you yank it back and you feel yourself fall and twist your ankle. Bakugo pales when he sees you fall and twist your ankle. “SHIT SHIT- IM SORRY Y/N- LET ME TAKE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL-“

“No-“ you try to stand but cant so you relent, “Fine, but please call kirishima for me”

His face scrunches up and wonders why you want to call kirishima. As he sits you in his car he dials Kirishima’s number and when he picks up you calmly begin to speak, “Hey kiri, Bakugo is taking me to the hospital... I twisted my ankle”

“Y/N? WHAT HAPPENED- HOLD ON I HAVE TO FINISH MY PATROL AND ILL BE THERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE DONT GO ANYWHERE” and he hangs up. You sigh, ‘where the hell am I supposed to go with a twisted ankle’ and set the phone down and see that you’ve arrived to the hospital. You see bakugo head inside and comes out a couple of seconds later with a nurse pushing a wheel chair. You wait as they sit you on the wheel chair and roll you inside.

After an hour the doctor comes back, Bakugo who insisted to stay mutters out, “Finally.”

“Well Miss. l/n, its a good thing that its only a sprain. And Also, did you know you’re pregnant-“

You pale and watch as Bakugo stiffens. You softly respond “Yeah, is the baby okay?”

“Yes! The baby is okay perfectly healthy, the fall did not harm them.”

You sigh in relief and before you answer you hear a familiar but out of breath voice say, “Oh crap I’m sorry I’m late but its a good thing the baby is healthy.” You smile at Kirishima but that smile doesn’t last when you look over at Bakugo who is so furious it looks like he’s about to let out some explosions.

“Can we have some alone time doctor?” Bakugo asks coldly and the doctor nods and walks out not wanting to be stuck in that drama.

“What the hell does he mean by your pregnant?” He growls out.

Both you and Kirishima pale and look at each other. ‘Well shit.’ None of you say anything so Bakugo speaks again,

“Is it mine? Is the baby mine?” He says almost hoping its true. Hoping that it will be a way to win you back.

You hesitate before answering, “No, that baby is Kirishima’s”

“YOU CHEATED ON ME AS WELL? YOU ACTED LIKE A VICTIM WHEN IN REALITY YOUR JUST A FILTHY WHORE?!!”

You grow angry but before you can say anything, Kirishima speaks for you.

“Dont you dare accuse y/n of being a whore. She is the most loyal person I have ever met. We did not mean to fall in love with each other but we did and now we are expecting.” He says it so calmly almost like he isn’t mad but oh boy he is furious. But unlike Bakugo, he knows it isn’t manly to loose his temper.

You stare in shock as you watch Kirishima defend you and as Bakugo sadden at Kirishima’s words. Did you really fall in love with Kirishima he asks himself.

“Please leave Bakugo,” Kirishima demands, “You’re stressing Y/N out and she doesn’t need that stress right now.”

Your heart beats uncontrollably as you watch him worry about you and the baby.

The doctor walks in after Bakugo storms out and says you can be released after you sign some papers. After signing them you are about to getup but before you even touch the ground you’re being picked up by a pair of strong arms making you blush. Kirishima notices your blush and blushes as well. He takes you to his car that not even gonna lie is parked terribly in his attempt to rush in to see you. He sits you down and buckles you in, “I can still buckle myself in Kiri” You say giggling slightly, “I know, but I still like to do it for you, princess” he shuts the door and runs to the other side. He buckles in and sets of home. When you arrive he insist on carrying you in all the way into your apartment. You thank him and before he leaves he makes you promise you’ll call him if you need anything. You laugh and promise.

After a week of being cared for by Kirishima you finally convince him to let you go shopping for baby things. He reluctantly agrees but only if he goes too. You sigh and agree. As you finish getting ready you stand in the mirror and look at your belly. ‘You’re getting bigger and bigger everyday, my love’ you think as you rub your belly. Kirishima walks in to see if you were done and sees you looking at your belly. He smiles and approaches you wrapping his arms around your stomach.

“Do you think I will be a good mother?” You ask him.

He is taken aback by the question but answers truthfully,

“I think you’ll be the best mom this little blessing could ever hope for.”

You smile and respond, “and you’ll be an amazing dad as well”

He smiles at that and says, “Y/n... I need to get something off of my chest...”

You look at him scared fearing the worst and answer, “What is it?”

“I think I’m in love with you...” He removes his arms from around you and looks at you waiting for rejection but it never comes, instead you say,

“I think I’m in love with you too” He smiles at that and gives you a small kiss on your lips. He feels so happy he could burst.

“I was so scared of telling you but I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore.”

“I’m glad you told me Kiri, I was scared to admit I had feelings for you because I was scared of being broken again but I know you’re not like that” You smile and speak again, “Now lets go because I want to go shopping for our baby” You pull him along and you leave your room and apartment.

You both decide to walk to the mall and enjoy each other’s company as you walk even with your twisted ankle you dont mind it because you have kirishima that was distracting you. As you arrive you head straight to the maternity stores not seeing a certain pink haired girl walk near you. Kirishima speeds up trailing after you not wanting to be apart from you.

As you browse the clothing you hear a familiar voice behind you,

“Y/N?! Is that you??? What are you doing in the maternity store-“ she trails off when you turn around to face her. She stares at your stomach, then at kirishima, and then at you and then back at the stomach.

“Holy shit- YOURE HUGE”

SERIES MASTERLIST — Part 4

A/N: this chapter is wack- sorry about that also sorry for it being so long I didnt realize it 🤧 also can you believe I wrote a chapter that was filled with very little angst? < I wrote that before I wrote the falling scene- Whew, anyways, if you’d like to be tagged you can send a dm, ask, or comment <3

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hateswifi · 4 years

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No More Second Chances: Chapter Three

So not even all hell breaking loose (cough adrichat) will stop me from posting. (Just ignore that I haven’t posted in like a week). Without further ado.

No More Second Chances

The Master: Master List

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After collecting the little she has from her locker, they meet Jon outside. “Did you call your parents to let them know?”

“Yep! Ready to go?”

“Yes,” Damian grumbles, following the energetic boy.

“So how are you two even friends? Damian you’re super grumpy and Jon is just like a ball of energy and sunshine,” Marinette asks, walking in between the boys. (Yes, somehow the sidewalk fit three people, idk just imagine it ok?)

“Our fathers’ are friends.”

“But! He’s grown to love me,” Jon taunts in a sing-song voice.

“You’re bearable,” Damian corrects. The train ride back to Metropolis was quiet, or as quiet as a ride can be with Jon. She blocked out the world and just let her thoughts fly on the page. She was brought back to reality by Jon tugging her arm.

“Woah! That’s awesome!” Jon says, looking at the drawing. It was her, well Ladybug, and Chat Noir first bumping in front of the Eiffel Tower. “Who are they?”

She slammed the sketchbook closed and looked at her phone, March 21st. “Umm not important, I have to call someone,” Marinette says, rushing in front of the boys a bit. She dials a number, one neither boys can see, before speaking in rapid French. “Adrien did you realize it’s been a year since we finished the war?”

“Um yeah earlier today Aunt Emelie took me to visit him,” Adrien responds.

“How’d that go?”

“It was rough, but in other news I convinced Aunt Emelie to let me go to college in America.”

“That’s fantastic! I was thinking about staying here as well, cause well ya know Sabine and Tom,” Marinette shrugs, opening the lobby door.

“Makes sense, by the way, watch out Aunt Emelie adores you and she heard about your parents, she may or may not be trying to get adoption papers,” Adrien chuckles.

“I’ll decline the nicest way possible,” Marinette giggles, pressing the elevator button. “Well I’m almost home, and I have a project to work on, so I’ll talk to you sometime soon, bye love you!”

“Sooooooo, who was that?” Jon asks, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

“That was Adrien,” Marinette said, stepping out of the elevator.

“Your boyfriend?” Jon asks, drawing out the words, teasingly.

“Nope, my best friend,” Marinette clarifies. Before turning to Damian to say, “I’m going to get changed, I’ll be out in a minute.” When she came back out her hair was pulled into a messy bun, she was wearing her favorite fuzzy cropped cat sweatshirt that had cat ears on the hood and the string had pom poms on the end. She was also wearing light skinny ripped jeans.

“Mari, why didn’t you just get dressed into something comfortable?” Jon asks, pulling out the juice from the fridge.

“Because, I haven’t seen a lot of the city yet so whenever we finish making progress for today, I’m going to go out for a walk,” Marinette explained, opening her backpack.

“You should be careful, this may not be Gotham, but it’s still dangerous,” Damian says, finally looking up from his phone. He would never admit it, but his face tinted a light color of pink.

“I’ll be fine, I’ve learned self defense when I was living in Paris,” Marinette said, brushing off their worries. “Ok for this project…” (i don’t take business as an elective, so imma just gonna skip it).

It was two hours when Clark and Lois walked in, they were surprised to see Damian get along with someone so well. Marinette isn’t just anyone though, she was a sunshine.

“Hey, Damian it’s nice to see you again,” Clark said, placing a hand on his back.

“Likewise, Clark,” he responded, not looking up from their work.

“Are you staying for dinner?”

“No I should be getting home, father is strict about curfew,” Damian said, picking up his stuff.

“We have to talk about plans for tomorrow, so I’ll walk you outside,” Marinette said, standing. They walk in a tense silence for a moment before she starts speaking again. “So I think tomorrow we should work on question five through eight.”

“Where do you want to work?”

“It doesn’t really matter, but if you want, because we worked here today, we can work at your place,” Marinette suggests.

“That would be adequate,” Damian sighs, pressing the elevator button. “Good night, Marinette.”

“Good night, Damian,” she responds as the elevator’s doors close. She pads back to the apartament and is about to open the door when he hears Jon scream. “He blushed!”

“I literally step out for a minute, and you are all talking about my nonexistent love life,” Marinette said, crossing her arms across her chest, she was leaning up against the door frame, watching the scene unfold in front of her.

“He blushed though! Trust me that’s the closest he’s ever been to having a crush,” Jon defends.

“Doubt it, it was warm in here and he was still wearing his uniform, which may I remind you is long sleeves and pants,” Marinette said, pushing herself off the doorway. “So on a different topic, what’s for dinner?”

“We were just going to order pizza,” Lois answered. (Totally forgot that Superman is vegetarian, so like ignore that.)

“Cool, I’m going to go out for a walk before dinner if that’s fine with you,” Marinette asked, moving towards her room to grab a windbreaker.

“Yes, just take your phone with you, dinner will probably be here in twenty-ish minutes,” Clark said towards her room. She grabbed what she needed, put on her shoes, and ran out the door. She had a peaceful walk, the cool air calming her down, leaving her with her thoughts. As much as her parents’ hurt her, she couldn’t help but miss them, even if it was just a bit. She missed how everything use to be before the drama that Lila brought, but it helped her realize who actually care about her for her. Time flies when lost in her thought, apparently, because the ten minute timer, she set to make sure she would be back in time, went off. She sighs before walking back the way she came.

Dinner was filled with light chatter about the day, more getting to know you things, and an explanation about how their weekly schedule is. After dinner, Jon and Marinette work on homework with Lois watching T.V. Superman had just stopped a train from crashing. Both Lois and Jon clapped and smiled right before Superman flew off the scene. Not too long after that, Clark ran back into the apartment holding a bag of groceries. Marinette shrugged and chalked it up to them being Americans

When she finished her homework, she said goodnight, did her nightly routine before falling asleep, oblivious the chaos happening in Paris that was unleashed by Sabine and Tom.

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CLIFFHANGEEEER! but like foreshadowing for salt! and getting what they deserve

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Sports, Crushes, College and All Other Things Stressful (Nora x Black Female Reader)

AU where Nora is a stressed out college student and you are a simple black girl who has no time management.

Nora felt like she was a simple person.

She grew up in a small town near Salt Lake City, made it through the akward teenage phase, and graduated high school with honors.

Does it matter that she was always so close to pulling her own hair out in frustration? She doesn’t think so.

She liked to think that her high school years went swell.

She was captain of the swim team, played in both tennis, chess, soccer, and volleyball. She was also co captain of the debate team, won the Reading Bowl in TOME for three years in a row (she didn’t join freshman year) and did a bunch of community service at the homeless shelter every other Saturday from 9am to 3pm.

Yeah, Nora was a simple person, she thinks.

Does it matter that she barely had time to sleep? She doesn’t think so.

She got into college with a full ride scholarship (which her family celebrated for two days straight. It practically turned into a block party.) She was on the Pre-Med track, wanting to become a pediatrician like her grandmother had been, and like her mother had been, and like her older sister had been as well.

Wait…who exactly was she doing this fo–

Doesn’t matter!

She got to get an apartment on the campus housing first year with her best friend, Abby, who’s a biology major of all things, when Nora was pretty sure she was gonna be an English major. Her room was pretty average, but Abby often made comments about how it really needed some personality.

“You don’t even have a poster!” Abby remarked one day while she was laying on Nora’s bed. She had an old copy of Lord of the Flies in her hands, read and re-read about eight times.

“Not everyone needs a poster, Abby.”

“Yeah, they do. Especially when you don’t have a book or a video game, or even something to play music on-”

“Isn’t it enough that I have a phone?” Nora placed her head on Abby’s lap. Abby rolled her eyes and sat up on the bed so Nora would be more comfortable.

“And you had to beg your mother for it. Now hush and let me finish this chapter.” She leaned against the headboard and made a comment about how she was going to buy her a poster for Dirty Dancing or something.

Now that freshman year was almost over, and tennis season for the school had started up again a month prior, Nora, being captain of that and many other teams, was starting to feel even more stressed. She has to aid the coach in training the less athletic recruits, plan their next meeting, and prepare for their next game which was in two weeks, which was a few days before a big biochemistry test.

She was out by the track, the slightly warm early April air hitting the side of her sweaty face after almost an hour of staying out in the sun. There was another hour of practice left, and with a clipboard, a pen, and a timer in her hand, she watched the baby-faced girls run laps around the field.

“Ok, the game is on a Saturday, it takes around 30 minutes to get there by bus, so 30 minutes to get back… but the game ends at 6:30 so I have to give at least another 30 minutes to an hour for traffic, not including the time it takes to shower and pack our stuff up so the latest I’d get home is around…” She looked up from her clipboard, tapping her feet on the floor. “Jackson! If you want to play in the next game you gotta beat your record! Pick up the speed!” She called out to a red haired girl.

God, I really hope I’m not sweating out my hair, she thought, brushing a few stray hairs back in her ponytail. Nora went back to muttering.

“Ok so that means I’ll be home by 8 at the latest, and if I lock myself in my room and pull an all nighter, I could probably get all my studying done by 6-ish? Maybe… I would have to stock up on coffee. I’ll stop by the store on the way ho–”

Nora’s quiet rambling was interrupted by a voice.

“Hey, Captain!” Nora didn’t turn around, already knowing who it was by the voice alone.

(Y/n) (L/n).

Ah, Nora’s feelings for you were…complicated, to say the least. But we’ll get to that later.

“Sorry I’m so late.” You rubbed the back of your neck with a sheepish smile.

“Fourth time this month, (Y/n).” Nora’s voice was stern, exasperated and a bit annoyed.

“I know. I know, but–”

“You know the drill. 10 extra laps and you have to beat your record or else you don’t play in the next game. Go.” Nora didn’t look up from her clipboard, but knew you were pouting anyways.

Your footsteps echoed in Nora’s ears as you ran to the field, smiling at your teammates as they passed you. She marked off your name on her clipboard and wrote “Late” next to it, again, with furrowed eyebrows and annoyance tickling the back of her brain.

When 4 o’clock came, the girls all filed out of the field and towards the locker room, feet tired and sore. You were still running, of course, doing the 10 (plus 10 extra) laps you were assigned. Although you weren’t, Nora felt like you were taking your time, acting as if you hadn’t a care in the world.

“God, I have to get home and study…” Nora whispered and rolled her eyes, even though only 5 minutes had passed. By 4:15, you were done, walking back to her while rubbing your left thigh.

“How’d I do, Captain?” You asked while wiping the sweat off of your forehead. You balanced yourself on the balls of your feet. Nora clicked the button on her timer once again and finally looked at you.

You had sweat stains on your blue shirt, and you picked at the edge of your shorts that rode up your thigh just a little bit.

“Two minutes under your last time. I guess you get to stay in this time around.” Nora said curtly, pursing her lips while doing so.

You smiled as if you already knew the answer. “Aw come on, Captain. Have a little faith in me, yeah? I’m not all bad.” Your nose scrunched you as you pouted.

God your lips were so cu–

“But I do stink though. Imma hit the showers real quick. You coming?” Nora gulped, mind going a little to the left as she snapped out of her thoughts.

“Yeah.” Was all Nora could say in response.

They walked into the locker rooms, all of the girls clean and gone. Nora placed her things on one of the benches, opening and looking into her locker for clean clothes. You did the same.

“Jeez, all that time I put into doing my hair only to sweat it out in less than 10 minutes. I don’t know how you do it, Captain.” You remarked, looking in the mirror of your locker. Nora hummed, but didn’t respond. She grabbed some fresh clothes from her gym bag and started stripping.

Nora peeked into the mirror in her locker at you. Yours was diagonal from hers. You were still looking at yourself, not at her. Part of her wanted you to be.

Once she was done, she wrapped a towel around herself and grabbed some soap and a rag. She showered in silence, only being interrupted by the pat pat of your footsteps on the floor as you hopped in the showers next to her. You tied your hair up and put a bandana around your head before starting the shower, and Nora looked away before she could see anything else.

She thanked whatever god there was that there was a wall between you two.

But what if there wasn’t?

Nora started to feel very self-conscious all of a sudden. She started to take note of the stretch marks and too thick hairs on her stomach and arms and legs.

Oh my god, is my hair presentable?

She went to smooth out her hair with a (thankfully) not soapy hand, but stopped herself. She wouldn’t want to ruin her hair now. She spent all morning getting it together.

Wait? Why am I worrying about my appearance? My body is fine.

After her little realization, Nora started scrubbing really hard at her arms and legs, preoccupying her mind with the upcoming test.

Nora finished before you did, wrapping a towel around herself and waiting until she was out of your sight to start drying herself. She put on some lotion and deodorant, got dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a green shirt and sneakers before grabbing her stuff and going to leave.

“Captain!” Your voice stopped her.

Dammit! She was almost free!

“Yeah?” Nora took a few steps back but didn’t look in your direction.

“Can you…um…stay?” Nora’s spit got caught in her throat. “I mean, until I’m done. I really don’t like being in the locker room by myself. My mom always told me don’t let myself be in a room alone.” You let out a laugh, albeit a bit nervous.

Nora nodded, spitting out a stuttered, “Sure.” She hopes she didn’t sound too excited. She leaned against the outside wall of the showers, facing away from you once more. Nora waited (im)patiently, suddenly remembering how she forgot her glasses at home and that’s why she hasn’t been able to see well all day. She also remembered the stain on the coffee table that she was too busy to clean up because she was rushing out of the house because she had slept through her–

The squeak of the shower faucet snapped Nora out of her thoughts as the rush of water stopped. Nora kept her eyes on her shoes as you passed her, suddenly very interested in the speck of dirt on the toe of her left shoe.

I should clean it later, Nora thought.

“Captain?” Nora’s head snapped up, looking towards you with large brown eyes. You brought a plump lip into your mouth before giving Nora a smile. You were done getting dressed, snatching the now-wet bandana off of your head.

God, is it hot in here? Nora feels like she’s been sweating oceans.

“Thank you for staying. I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

“No problem.” It’s not like she doesn’t have a test she has to study for or a meeting at 6 for a club that she really couldn’t remember the name of now which was really concerning, but Nora couldn’t bring herself to care because you were smiling at her and Nora’s heart was not working anymore.

Although part of her wanted to be mad at such a carefree attitude and your seemingly lack of schedule, she settled on scolding you instead.

“Practice is next Monday at 3. Try not to be late next time.” You nodded before grabbing your stuff from the bench behind you and walking out of the locker room in silence. Nora followed before you both split off in different directions.

Nora’s weekend was filled with nothing but meetings and studying and homework, with the constant repetition of “Game on a Saturday, test on a Monday” leaving her mouth. She started her mornings at 4 am, going for a 2 hour run around campus. At 6 she went back home and took a shower, answered a bunch of emails about things that Nora couldn’t bring herself to care about anymore, and then she spent a good 3 hours studying old material from her classes, read a book she was assigned for Lit, then she was back studying again.

Wait, did she eat anything?

She wouldn’t have if Abby hadn’t practically shoved a piece of turkey bacon down her throat because, “You literally haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon” which she should be grateful for her friend’s willingness to remember the important things for her when she forgot them. She had meetings for Spanish and French Honor Society, Creative Writing, the school’s green club, and she also had to tutor a bunch of kids who were failing their math classes.

And to top it all off, you were late to practice, again! God, Nora wanted to be mad at you. You were being selfish at this point. Didn’t you know that if you were late she had to stay with you until practice was over?

Well, technically, she didn’t. She could leave practice whenever she wants to but honestly she didn’t want to leave you to practice alone. Plus, you might slack off!

Nora’s eyebrows twitched at the thought. It’s like you didn’t have a care in the world! You just walked around wasting her time, your time even!

You arrived 15 minutes late, better than last time, but still late.

You were already preparing your excuses, but Nora shushed you, telling you to go and practice on your serves. You did just that. Nora had already completed her drills, now just waiting for you to show up. She wrote your name down and the word “late” next to it once again before she went back to observing her team.

Once 4 o’clock rolled around, the girls rolled out and into the locker rooms, while you stayed behind. Your serve was good, Nora thought, you were just a heavy hitter and would forget to try and get the ball into the court first.

After watching the ball fly past the court for the 3rd time, Nora sighed and made her way over to you. You spotted her and gave her a smile.

“Hey, Captain! You need something?” You asked as you threw the ball in the air. You hit it across the net and watched as it flew straight into the wall. You grabbed another ball from the basket next to you and went to do it again until Nora gently grabbed your wrist and pulled it back down.

“You hit too hard, (Y/n). Try it again, but with a little less force.” Nora stated, backing out of the court to watch you once more.

You tried again, only for the ball to land just outside of the court.

“That’s ok, (Y/n), just try again.” Nora encouraged you. You tried again and again, only for you to keep hitting it out of the court.

You let out a huff, frustrated. “Captain…” You whined, turning to her with dragged feet. “This seems pointless. I just keep hitting out of bounds.” Nora raised a brow, not taking you for the type to give up so easily.

“You know we can’t leave until you get it right.” You pouted at her answer before going to try again. Nora stopped you, walking up to you and grabbing the hand you were holding your racket in. “Here. Make your hand face the net. That always helped me serve better.” Nora turned your wrist. “Now plant your feet so they’re in line with your shoulders.” You listened. “Now breathe in, slowly, and as you breathe in, toss the ball into the air and as soon as you exhale, swing. Don’t focus on the force. Focus on how your hand moves to hit the ball.” Nora realized how close she was to you, how weird this must’ve looked to others and what they might think.

She was starting to get self-conscious again.

Nora cleared her throat and backed out of the court again. Once she was far enough, you served again, the ball just making it into the court. You jumped up in excitement, coily hair bouncing with you. Your eyes darted towards her, a wide smile on your brown face.

“Captain! Captain I did it! Did you see?” You spoke with the giddiness of a child with a new toy, and, suddenly, Nora’s anger at you disappeared. Nora nodded with a smile.

“I saw. Good job, (Y/n).” You smiled wider at her praise, going to pick up all of the balls you managed to drop. Nora helped.

After cleaning up the mess you made, you both walked to the locker rooms. You repeated your routine from Friday, with Nora finishing earlier than you once again. Nora remembered how you had asked her to stay, and decided not to leave you behind. She walked to her locker in silence, getting dressed in some jeans, a graphic tee, and her same pair of sneakers she always wore before leaning against the walls of the showers like she did once before.

She was still facing away from you.

“(Y/n)?” Nora called, despite the lump in her throat about having to talk to you while you were naked.

“Yeah, Captain?” You answered, stopping the humming you were previously doing.

“May I ask, um, why are you always so…late?” Nora tapped her fingers on the wall and hoped she didn’t offend you with the question.

You were silent for a moment before answering. “I just lose track of time, y’know?” Nora’s eyebrow twitched again. You spoke as if you knew what she was thinking. “Yeah, yeah. I know that’s not a good excuse. However, I get so caught up in the little things that I just forget to remember the big things.” Another twitch of the eyebrow.

God, was it gonna get stuck like that?

You turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself as Nora moved to sit on the bench. She preoccupied herself with her shoes again and waited for you to get dressed. The buzz of your phone interrupted the silence between you two. You grabbed it from out of your locker and looked at the bright screen before scowling and placing it back in your bag.

“I wanna know, Captain.” You started, as you put underwear on. Nora cursed the human evolutionary habit of looking at anyone and anything that made noise, as she had turned her gaze towards you as you were putting on a dress and oh my goodness you weren’t wearing a bra. Nora’s face burned as she quickly turned back around to look at her shoes. “Have you ever had Mr. Lance before?” It took a few seconds for Nora to register your question, and once she did, she shook her head no.

“U-Um… no. No I haven’t, um… Why do you ask?” Preoccupy yourself with the test, Nora. Focus on the test.

Game on a Saturday. Test on a Monday.

“I wanted to thank you for once again putting up with me and helping me in practice. Other captains would’ve just left me there.” Now she felt bad for thinking about leaving. “You wanna go?” You turned to her with another smile, not caring that Nora wasn’t even facing you.

“You don’t have to. It’s really no problem.”

Game on a Saturday. Test on a Monday.

“Come on, Captain. Please. I promise you it’ll be worth your time!” Nora finally gained the courage to look at you, and you were pouting. Good god you were pouting and it was so adorable and Nora really has to learn how to focus again.

Game on Saturday. Test on Monday.

Nora was in a trance. Your eyes had caught her in a trance and she couldn’t get out but she had to. So she agreed to your little adventure. You jumped up again in excitement and Nora was once again reminded of the fact that you don’t have on a bra. You both walked out of the locker room and you led Nora down the street to one of the coffee shops about 7 minutes away.

“Mr. Lance is just a few minutes from here.” You started as you put your phone in your bag after checking it again. “And I know the name seems kinda boring, however, they serve the best ice cream there is.” You gave Nora another beaming smile to reassure her, even though Nora didn’t need any reassurance.

Once you both arrived at the little parlor, you opened the door for Nora and she was immediately hit by the cool air and the smell of mint. Nora scrunched up her nose a little bit and sat at one of the red chaired booths. You sat opposite of her and folded your hands on top of each other.

“What do you usually get here?” Nora asked you, pushing her glasses up to her face.

“I either get the triple chocolate milkshake or the extra cookies and cream ice blizzard. But that’s my personal preference. Get whatever you want.” You said nonchalantly, not even looking at the menu.

Would it be too embarrassing for Nora to admit that she didn’t know how to choose? Nora thought that yes, it would be. However she couldn’t just not order something after you had brought her all the way here. That would be rude! But it would also be rude to sit there and order something she wouldn’t want and then sit there and pick at it because she had never really had time to–

“And what about you, miss?” Nora jumped at the voice. She looked up from her death match with the colorful menu and at the waiter who was standing there with a notepad in her pale hands.

“Uh…oh! Oh! I would like a…” What the hell was that first thing you said? “A triple chocolate milkshake, please.” Nora’s face burned at her awkwardness. Maybe she didn’t leave that weird teenage phase at all.

“Coming right up! I’ll just take these off your hands.” The waiter grabbed the menus and walked off to the kitchen.

Nora tried to act like she didn’t feel your gaze on her while you waited, and felt grateful when your phone buzzed for the third time that afternoon.

“Guess I’m popular today, huh Captain?” You let out a chuckle as you turned your phone off.

Nora smiled back and she hoped it wasn’t crooked.

You pulled at a curl on your head and frowned. “I’m so glad tomorrow is wash day. My hair’s been so uncooperative lately.” You pulled at the same curl again and watched as it bounced back into place. “Captain.” You called her. Nora answered. “What do you think I should do with my hair? Twists or plaits? Ooh maybe I can do box braids instead.” You shot out ideas to her, hoping she would choose and make your life a bit easier.

“Um… I think you’d look good in–in twists.” Frankly you would look good in anything.

Wait, what?

“Don’t you have to set out the whole day for that? You have classes tomorrow, don’t you?”

“I have one class in the afternoon but it shouldn’t be a problem. I can catch up easily.” You said nonchalantly.

She looked at the clock on the wall to check the time. 5:45 p.m. She cursed how fast this day was going.

Their treats came a few minutes later and you popped open your straw and dug in. Nora did the same, eyebrows raising at the onslaught of very, very sweet chocolate attacking her taste buds.

“See. I told you it was good!” You said, licking a little bit of chocolate off of your lips. You swirled your straw around your glass. “I’m glad you decided to come with me, though.” You said offhandedly.

“Why did you decide to bring me here?” Nora didn’t mean for her voice to sound all nervous. She would roll with the punches.

“Hmm. I already told you earlier that I wanted to thank you for putting up with me.” You took another sip and stuck your tongue out a bit. “But also, and forgive me if I seem rude but, I thought this would relax you.” Nora raised an eyebrow. “You always seem so…pent up. Like a stiff. I just noticed that you might need some sort of release or something, Captain. That’s all.” Nora realized that you were the only one to address her as Captain after practice, and in that moment she started to feel very…different.

Was she uncomfortable?

No, Nora wouldn’t exactly describe it as that.

It was just that the heat creeping up her neck and the sudden realization that you were right and the idea of getting some sort of release, as you put it, was making her feel very, very weird.

It didn’t help that Nora’s gaze went back to your lips and eyes and hands and chest and the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra hit her again and–

Why the hell was she so focused on that? Of all the damn things to focus on? It’s not like the concept of not wearing a bra was foreign to her, she did it from time to time herself but what the fuck was so different when you did it?

Focus on something else, Nora. Focus on something else.

Like the test!

She had a game on a Saturday, and a test on a Monday.

Game on a Saturday, and a test on a Monday.

Game on Saturday, and boy were your eyes cute.

Game on Saturday, test on a Monday.

It’s not like she had a problem with it.

Game on Saturday, test on Monday.

She was fine. Nora was so fine. Nothing to worry about here.

Maybe she did need a release. A time for herself to relax.

Game Saturday, test Monday.

Oh god was she staring at you?

Game, test. Saturday, Monday.

Were you smiling at her? You look so sweet.

Monday. Saturday. Monday. Game. Test. Relax. Release. Relax. Relax. Game. Test. Saturday. Monday. Relax. Release.

Her glass was empty and you were smiling at her and UGH.

Nora stood up, her knees knocking into the booth as she did so.

“Is everything alright, Captain?” You expressed concern over her. Your eyebrows furrowed as your smile went away.

“I gotta go.” Nora managed to choke out. She reached into her back pocket for her wallet as you stared at her with confusion.

“What? Are you sure?” Nora threw $20 on the table and grabbed her bag from the floor.

“Yeah. I gotta… I gotta go…” Nora turned and sped out of the shop, leaving you alone.

She made it back to her apartment and unlocked the door with shaky hands. Abby greeted her from the couch, hair in a low ponytail instead of its usual braid.

“Hey, Nora you–“ Abby stopped herself when she finally looked at her roommate. “What’s wrong?” She turned to her and grabbed her before Nora could sped past the couch. “Come on. Around the couch you go.” Abby pulled Nora by her belt loop around the couch and made her sit down. “What’s up with you. And don’t say you have another test to study for because you’ve already studied enough.” Nora scrunched up her nose and looked away from Abby.

“There’s no such thing as too much studying.”

“Nora…” Abby’s voice was stern.

“Fine, fine… There’s this… this girl and she… she said I was a stiff and treated me to ice cream today and I can’t focus around her and also I can’t stop thinking about her and also–” Nora plopped herself face first into Abby’s lap, groaning loud enough for her roommate to hear.

“Does my Nora have a crush?” Abby teased at her, poking the back of her head. Nora sprung up.

“What! No! Of course not!” Abby didn’t believe her. “I just can’t focus around her, that’s all. And it’s frustrating me.” Nora defended herself, slumping against the couch.

“Hmm. Sounds like a crush to me.” Abby retorted, leaning her head on her hand.

Nora couldn’t have a crush! I mean, when has Nora ever had time to think about crushes? Or dating? Hell, with boys or girls!

“I don’t have time for crushes, Abby.” Nora slumped some more until she sat on the floor.

“You don’t have time for anything, Nora! All you do is work, work, work. And I know we’re in college but that doesn’t mean you have to give yourself to the seeds of capitalism just yet.” Abby kicked Nora in the thigh as a way of telling her to get off the floor.

Nora got up with a pout.

“All I’m saying, Nora,” She started, propping her feet on the coffee table, “is that maybe this could do you some good. You got to enjoy life, and you can’t enjoy it if you’re stuck hunched over a book all day.” Nora rolled her eyes before retreating to her room to take a cold shower.

The next morning, after her 4am run and a long shower, Nora got dressed for the day and sat down at her desk to study. She didn’t have any classes today, her professor for the day sending out an email to cancel class the night before. She opened the giant biology textbook that never left her desk and tried to remember where she had left off last.

I was writing notecards, she remembered as she searched her desk to find them.

Her search was interrupted by the loud ping of her cellphone. Nora chose to ignore it, thinking that it was probably just Abby trying to remind her to eat something. Her phone vibrated again and Nora rolled her eyes with a loud sigh and got up to check it out.

She walked over to her bed and picked the phone off the pillow, squinting her eyes at the sudden light hitting her face as another notification came.

“Hi, Captain!” It was you. You texted her.

Oh my god you texted her!

“I know you said only to use your number in case of emergencies but I guess this would qualify as an emergency because you kinda left in a hurry so!!!”

“Are you ok, Captain? I wanted to check up on you afterwards but I didn’t know whether you’d want me to use this number or not so I didn’t text you but I didn’t know what happened and I was getting nervous so I texted you.” God did you ramble.

“Sorry for rambling.” You sent a few seconds later. You added a crying emoji for effect.

It was then, in that moment, that Nora realized she didn’t know how to respond to you.

Why weren’t her fingers moving?

Why was she just staring at her phone with a stupid face?

Move, dammit! Move!

With a deep breath, Nora let out a big, long groan of, “ABBY!” Said friend was at her door within seconds, hair in a frenzy and protein bottle in her hands, ready to attack someone.

“Nora! Nora what is it? Is someone dying?” With wide eyes, Nora handed Abby her phone, to which Abby lowered her guard and grabbed it out of Nora’s hands. “Nora are you fucking kidding me?” Abby deadpanned after reading the messages, seeing it was only someone expressing concern over her friend and not like…cyberstalking her or some shit.

“I don’t know what to do please help me.” If Abby wasn’t so mad at her she'd tease her for her inexperience and compare her to a lamb. Abby flopped on the bed with a groan and started typing away.

“Wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?” Nora asked frantically as she tried to snatch the phone out of her hands.

“I’m replying. Duh!” She said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No, but Abby! What are you saying to her?” Nora whined, attempting to grab it again only to fall on Abby’s lap.

“You know, for someone who denies that this is a crush you aren’t really helping your case all that much.” She continued typing, and Nora thought that whatever she was typing would be long and embarrassing and stressful.

“Abby!” Nora dragged out her name as she tried to reach for the phone again. “Come on! I know you’re gonna put something embarrassing!” Nora gave Abby a pout and made no move to move off of her friend.

“I’m not! I swear!”

“Then read it to me!”

“What?”

“Read what you wrote to her!”

“Ugh, you’re so childish.” She said as if she wasn’t the one typing something to Nora’s…Nora’s…well…Nora’s whatever. “Hey, (y/n).” Abby paused. “Such a cute name by the way. Good choice.” She continued. “I’m fine. Thanks for checking up on me. I was wondering if we could meet up later and–” Nora started to protest, reaching up for the phone. Abby held it away from her. “And I could, hey quit that–” Abby smacked her hand away. “I could explain why I’ve been acting so weird lately, if that’s alright with you–Nooooooo.” Abby whined like a child when Nora snatched the phone away and deleted the text message. “All my hard work! Wasted! Oh the inhumanity!” Abby fell on the bed, fake fainting.

“I don’t wanna meet her.” Nora muttered as she stared at the phone with a glare.

“And why not? I told you, this is good!” Nora looked at her in disbelief. “This is good! You need a break, Nora. If you don’t slow down now next time you have time for yourself you’ll be a bag of bones!”

“Not a bag of bones…”

“Yes, a bag of bones! So you are going to take this phone, text this girl back, and you are going to talk to her or by god I will throw your planners away. And I know where you keep them. All of them.” Abby pushed the phone up to Nora’s face.

“Even the Scooby Doo one?”

“Especially the Scooby Doo one. That goes first. Now type.” With a cry and a wail about how hard Abby was making her life, Nora started texting you back, giving the phone to Abby for approval.

“Hey, (y/n).” She started typing. “Abby please don’t make me do this.” Abby didn’t budge. “I’m fine. Thank you for checking up on me. I promise I’m ok and you don’t need to worry about me–”

“Don’t put that. You're invalidating her feelings.” Abby interjected.

“…I’m happy you checked up on me. If you want I’d like to meet–”

“Abby I’m nervous! Please can’t I just go back to studying?” Abby told her no.

“…up with you again. Maybe sometime this afternoon. Or whenever you want to it doesn’t have to be today it could be tomorrow or next week or–”

“You’re stalling.” Abby warned her, already reaching for her Scooby Doo planner hidden under her mattress.

“…Is this afternoon good?” Nora closed her eyes and hit send.

You replied within a minute.

“Sure! How about around 5. I should be done with my hair around then.” You sent a bunch of emojis afterwards and Nora plopped down in the bed with a groan after she agreed.

“See? You see how good things go when you listen to me?” Abby put the almost destroyed planner back in its place and patted Nora on the head. Nora groaned even louder. “Now. I want to know what time you’re going so you can have time to look nice.” Abby added emphasis on that last part. “And I mean it. No sweatpants or oversized jackets. I want you looking nice.” Nora’s face dropped at Abby’s constrictions.

“You’re already making me suffer by going outside but now you’re making me dress nice? You’re killing me, Abby!”

“No, I’m helping you. Now hold on for a second. I need to text the group chat about this historical moment.” Nora's eyes widened as she watched Abby get up and run back to her room before she could stop her.

When 4:30 rolled around, Nora patted herself down nervously and stared at Abby with a confused face.

“Come on, Nora. You look fine.” Nora stared at herself once more, her black jeans, light blue t-shirt and black shoes seeming too…boring for this.

“I-I don’t know, Abby. Maybe I should just cancel and say I got sick. Is it too late to hit myself with something?” Nora held her purse in shaky hands.

“No! You’re doing this. Now come on.” Abby dragged her from out her room and to the living room, where their friends, Manny, Owen, and Mel were hanging out and watching tv.

“You guys! Abby’s forcing me to go outside! Help me!” Nora tried to plead as she dragged her feet on the floor.

“Hmm… I don’t see a problem with that.” Manny spoked, looking at her with amusement clear on his features.

“Yeah, Nora. Owen and I for sure thought you were going to turn into a vampire or something if you stayed inside any longer.” Mel agreed while Owen nodded his head.

“That’s not how vampirism works and you know it!” Nora planted her feet into the ground and groaned. “Owen! Hide me! Help me! Save me!” Nora pleaded as Abby pushed her along to the door.

“Sorry, Nora. My expertise is animals not humans.” He said with a shrug and put his head on Mel’s shoulder.

“Traitors! Traitors! All of you!” Abby finally got her to the door and pushed her out with a huff.

“You be back no earlier than 6. Got it?” Abby ordered. Before Nora, could protest, Abby interrupted her. “If you wanna save the Scooby Doo planner you better start walking.” Nora closed her mouth and glared at her before calling her a muscle head and walking away. She heard the chorus of bye’s and have fun’s as she walked down the hall. You both had agreed to meet up at the campus park, and as Nora walked up, she saw you sitting on the bench with a book in your hands. Nora recognized it as Pride and Prejudice, something Abby had read a thousand times.

You looked up and spotted her. With a smile, you said, “Hi, Captain!” You placed the book beside you and waved at her. You had twists in your hair, and it went down to just below your shoulders.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Nora sat down next to you and placed her hands in her lap.

“I’m glad you decided to meet up! I was really worried about you yesterday.” You tried to keep the smile on your face despite the concern present.

Nora’s face burned as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“Yeah, um, sorry about that I…um…” Nora couldn’t really explain herself in that moment.

“No need to explain yourself, Captain. I’m just glad you’re ok.” Your smile never faltered and Nora decided to smile back.

“But-But thank you! For, um, taking me to the ice cream place yesterday. I really appreciate it.” Nora didn’t know why she was stuttering so much. If the group were here they’d be laughing at her.

“No problem. I like going there a lot. Not just for the treats but…it’s calming. Gives me time to get away.” Your phone buzzed and you checked it with a frown.

“Is everything alright?” Nora felt kinda sad when your attention wasn’t on her.

“Yeah. It’s just my stupid ex.” EX? Ex as in ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend? Ex-partner? Oh my god what was Nora thinking? She didn’t have time for crushes! Let alone any time for exes or dating of feelings or–

“Hey, Captain.” Nora perked up.

“Y-Yeah?” She could run. Nora could run and hide and go back to the apartment Scooby Doo planner be DAMNED.

“You remember when I told you about getting caught up in the little things?” Nora remembered, yes. “This is one of those little things. Just relaxing in the park, or going to the ice cream parlor, or staying after practice with you.”

Wait, what? Nora must’ve misheard.

“I could never share those little things with anybody else. Not even a person I had thought I liked. But I can with you.” You turned to her with a smile, moving a stray twist from out of your face. “I’m glad I was able to show you the things that relax me. Hopefully, Captain, they can relax you too.”

“Nora.” She blurted out.

“Hmm?” You titled you head to the side.

“You can call me Nora. I-I don’t mind.” You smiled at her, and Nora started to feel her heart burst in her chest.

“Ok…Nora.” Oh.

Oh.

Nora liked you.

Holy shit. She liked you.

“I-I’m glad you thought about me so much.” Nora played with her fingers as she spoke.

“Well, Nora. How about we go see a movie? I hear there’s this new mystery movie that’s so intense that people lost their senses when they left the theater!”

Nora laughed at your giddiness.

“Sure. I’d like that.” You stood up and grabbed your book to place it in your bag. You held out your hand to Nora and she took it, although a bit hesitantly.

“Cool. Let’s go, then.”

Maybe, just maybe, Nora could learn how to handle a crush this time around.

#the last of us part 2 #Nora x reader #Nora Harris #Nora Harris x reader #black reader #tlou2 nora #Nora Harris DESERVED BETTER BLACK GIRLS RISE #This is for the black girls and gays ONLY #the last of us part ii #tlou fanfic #tlou2 #tlou2 fanfic #Abby Anderson #tlou #fluff #gay sap Nora #gaydies let’s GO #Black reader #Nora’s stressed and gay and stressed about that

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deltastorm101 · 4 years

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So, I tried to calculate Control...

... and its Epic Games deal, with the help of my certified smooth brain™ and probably incorrect sources. I started this last night hella tired and with a headache, I have finished it up today hella tired and with a headache, and this is what I produced: bullshit! :D But hey, at least double checked bullshit that’s open for discussion and contribution and expansion. Also, I probably won’t list the sources because a) I’m lazy and b) I didn’t have to dig thaaat deep down to find all this so if you really wanna know you could probably hit google with it as well. Anyhow here we go lol So, the initial thought which got all of this rolling was the 2020-wrap-up-post Remedy linked on their twitter, and Epic’s linked publishing announcement in it: studios Remedy, Playdead and GenDesign will release their next next-gen games with Epic. Now, we all know Remedy are working on some sort of Alan Wake-ish thing as we speak (right? right?? god I hope so), which meanssss our boy will most likely be an Epic exclusive. Which makes me kinda sad because, well. I’m deep in Steam’s ass. Hell, I waited for Control for a full year before I played it because they can pry the Steam version from my cold dead hands. So I asked myself... was it worth it for them? How much money did they throw at Remedy (and 505 Games) to have them play along? Would they have reached more people from the get-go if they had released it on Steam right away? Did the individual programmer, designer, writer, artist, person behind it profit from this at all? (Also, like, about the rights and copyright thing,,,,, you’d think they could have learned from Alan Wake and its IP belonging to Microsoft and so not really being able to do anything more with it because they don’t ‘own’ it and shit) buuut anyway that’s not the point of this post, now it’s time to do some MATH BABEY

Ok, let’s start with some things we know. Facts. Figures. Data. Turns out my initial question, how much money was involved, could be answered by doing one (1) google search: according to Wikipedia, Epic gave Remedy and 505 Games €9.49mio. The total budget for the game was €26.9mio over the course of 3 years of development. We know that as of December 2020, over 2mio copies of the game were sold, with November 2020 being the best-selling month ever since its initial release in August 2019. This is where question 1) comes into play: how many of those 2 million copies were sold in 2019 and how many in 2020? Stay tuned, I think I found out.

We know that Remedy gets to keep 45% of the revenue, which, I assumed, means that 505 keeps the remaining 55% (probably a lot more going on there but shhh). We know that Control’s sales cooked up €17.84mio in 2019 (so months September – December), €17.7mio of those in the first month alone (O.O). Side note: because it came out at the very end of August, I’ll ignore that month and declare September the first sales month.

We know that 60% of sales in 2019 were digital ones (aka Epic Store, mostly), 40% physical ones (consoles PS4 and XB1), while in 2020, only 10% of sales were physical and a whopping 90% digital; which is people on Epic who wanted to get their hands on the first DLC and – you guessed it – the Steam release of the Ultimate Edition in August 2020.

Which begs question 2): what’s bigger, 60% of 2019 sales because ‘ooh shiny new game’, or 90% of 2020 sales because ‘yay steam release’? The answer may look obvious, but you have to take into account the dropping price, which I also researched for your pleasure and enjoyment.

For this I used a German website called idealo.de, which focuses on looking for the best deals for basically anything you can buy on the internet, and it also gives you diagrams that describe at which point in time the product was at which exact price. This is what it gave me: - release price: €60 - December 2019: €41 (PS4)/€44 (XB1) - mid-2020: €30 - Ultimate Edition release: €30 - December 2020: €14 (PS4)/€18 (XB1)/€30 (Ultimate Editions) At this point I was like “lol hold on i need chocolate for this cuz i’ll be here for some time *sweating*”

To continue this mess™, I see more questions: 3) How many employees does Remedy have, which positions do they work in and what are their salaries? 4) How many employees does 505 have, which positions and salaries do they have? 5) What’s the total revenue that Control has generated so far?

And also some more stuff like, are my numbers accurate, am I even grasping these concepts correctly, are there even more people involved or am I just trying to explain complete crap (yes) but let’s just ignore all of that shall we. At that point I went “oh shit what have i gotten myself into, this screen does not get my point across, i need pen and paper” and you know shit is gonna go DOWN when I do math on paper.

My paper math birthed the following calculation:

Following this up, we can calculate the end-of-2019 sales, if we set the price for September and October to €60, for November and December to approx. €45:

Now, you might notice that one of those numbers is big and the other is HUGE. Why might that be? Well...

- Covid19: everyone stayed at home and needed video games to play - More sale months of the year, naturally - dropping price: why get it for €60 when you can get it for 20 - Ultimate Edition: why buy it in June when you get more content in August aaaand... - it comes out on Steam.

With this in mind, let’s see what questions we can answer: 1) 661,110 copies in 2019; 1,338,889 copies in 2020 2) 60% digital sales in 2019 means 396,666 Epic copies; 90% digital sales in 2020 means 1,205,000 copies – most of it from Steam? Some of it? A good chunk? The bigger chunk? There’s no way of really knowing for sure but... you could read this into it. I definitely am. 3) Google told me Remedy had a little over 250 employees at the end of 2019... 4) ... and 505 has less than 100. I found no good sources for this, I think linkedin said 37, someone else said 50. I’ll just use the 50 figure, idk. No idea man. and for 5) I’ll contradict my point that the Steam release is what knocked the sales out of the park and assume that the number of sold copies stayed the same across all 12 months of 2020, which gives us this:

Ok and now we’re getting into the most dangerous of danger zones because I have no idea how companies or capitalism work, so for educated people™, the remaining calculations might read like a toddler wrote them; I apologize profusely and hereby present last night’s brain vomit:

As stated earlier, development took 3 years, but everyone wanted to get paid in 2020 as well so let’s use 4 years to find out the salaries, which is 48 months. Let’s assume the utopian idea that every employee on the line here gets the exact same amount of money (LOL ikr but shhhh, let’s live out our dirtiest equality fantasies for a second ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)). Which would mean...

And now without the Epic Deal™:

Quod erat demonstrandum. Remedy has been selling their souls to Epic for €350 a month since 2017. (I don’t mean this as maliciously as I’m making it sound, don’t worry xD)

OKAY SO, O B V I O U S L Y, I have not the slightest idea what on earth I’m talking about so read this like you’d read a good fanfiction. We don’t know the different salaries across the different positions (and genders HAH), we don’t know if other parties were involved, I’ve completely ignored the sum that Epic themselves get, I have ignored taxes, I don’t know if my numbers are accurate (they’re definitely not I mean 505 must have more employees than 50), if I made mistakes (yes), and also somewhere along the way I forgot to use the €26.9mio budget figure because, uuh, I have no idea where to use it, what it means, where did it come from, where did it go, cotton eye joe - but oh well, I’m not starting over, take it or leave it.

So... I can now officially say I have written hot steamy economics fic xD Man I put waaay too much time into this but damn was it fun. Good three-hour-deep-dive (two of them spent munching on chocolate half-asleep listening to psytrance to keep my brain twitchy). Real-life-theorizing. Fuck capitalism. Don’t do drugs. Pet a cat. Wear your mask. Call your grandparents.

If there’s typos in this I’m sorry but also I’m not, I can’t be bothered to proofread again lol. Goodnight imma catch up on the sleep I lost. Gotta love full moons

#this is the first post in ages in which i used punctuation and capitalization are you proud of me xD #dw it won’t stay like this #control #control remedy #alan wake #ok now go yell at me how stupidly wrong and dumb this is i’m ready #do you think my old math teacher would be proud #i think so #my economics teacher... not so much

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maggotzombie · 5 years

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LIEBE LIESE: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪɪ – ℋ𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈

→ CHAPTERS LIST — CHAPTER II: PILLOW TALK WORD COUNT: 4,7k-ish A/N: Hey, beautiful people. I’ve decided to split the chapter so you guys could have something rather sooner than later. So, here’s some new character and a mystery to pique your curiosity hehe Also, lovely Henry (totally not new) and just at this little smirk in this gif like, c’mon? Are you even real? Also, huge thanks to @hinagiku0 for explaining to me the German way. Lova ya girl.

“YOUR DAD is home,” The woman says to her niece as their Uber stops in front of her house.

“Daddy!” The four-year-old girl squeals excitedly.

She releases her from the seatbelt and opens the car door, stepping out after thanking the driver. She gives Lia her own shopping bags before taking her own and following the energetic child. Liese opens the door instead of ringing the doorbell and her niece sprints into the house, quickly finding her dad.

“Hi, my princess,” Anton says, picking up the girl in his arms and kissing her cheek.

“I thought I was your princess,” Liese pouts, getting into the kitchen.

Her brother looks at her as she approaches and smiles. “You’re too,” He kisses her temple as the woman hugs his free side. “Thanks for taking Lia out.”

“No problem,” She says, looking at her niece. “We had a lot of fun, right?” Liese taps her little nose and she scrunches it.

“Yes! Auntie Lis is the best in the whole world!” She opens her arms widely.

“Don’t scream honey, your little brother is asleep,” Anton says and the girl covers her mouth.

“Sorry, daddy,” She says, sheepishly.

“Auntie Lis!” A little boy comes into the kitchen screaming on the top of his lungs.

“So much for silence, huh?” Liese chuckles, looking at her brother as she walks towards her nephew. “Hey there buddy, how’s going?” She asks, picking him up from the floor. “Can you talk a little bit quieter? I think your little brother is asleep.”

“Not anymore,” Allie, her sister-in-law, comes into the room, carrying a very awake baby.

“Did we wake him?” The woman asks with a face, putting Julian down.

“No, he woke up by himself,” She replies, handing him to Liese’s outstretched arms. “Almost an hour ago,” She adds, sighing tiredly. “Thanks for taking Lia out, by the way.”

“Mommy, look what auntie Lis got me!” Lia squeals, suddenly remembering her shopping bags.

“Lis, you didn’t have to,” Allie says as her daughter brings her the clothes.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Liese starts, going over her own shopping bags she placed on the kitchen island. “I have something for Julian, too,” She smiles, handing the three-year-old a bag.

“What do we say, buddy?” Her brother asks his son as soon as he takes the gift.

“Danke,” Julian says with a smile, looking up at her.

“You’re welcome, buddy. Hope you like it,” She replies, smiling too. “And also something for Mr. Chubby right here,” She pokes Nik’s cheek before using her free hand to take the small piece of clothing from the beg. “Anton, isn’t this adorable?” The woman shows him the tiny Lederhosen she got for the three-month-old boy.

He chuckles, looking at her. “You’re the corniest auntie ever,” He says, turning off the stove. “Dinner’s ready. I want to see clean hands. And you’re staying, Lis,” Anton demands.

“Okay,” She says, putting Nik’s gift back into the bag and taking it to give to Allie. “Here.”

“I can’t thank you enough,” Her sister-in-law says, taking the bag and already reaching out to pick Nik. “Let me take him so you can eat.”

“No, it’s fine. I can multitask and you can eat peacefully for once,” Liese shakes her head.

“You’re an angel,” Allie’s face shows so much gratitude that the woman scoffs, shaking her head.

“Come on, kiddos. To the bathroom,” The woman says, following the children to get their hands washed properly.

Liese manages to wash her hands and peel off her jacket while still holding Nik in her arms. When she comes back to the table with the kids, Anton and Allie had already set the table. The kids sit in their chairs and Liese sits down with Nik on her lap, pushing her plate away from his reach.

Dinner goes by smoothly, the food is delicious. After it, the kids play for a little while in the living room, the woman tries to wear out the infant as much as possible so he can sleep and give his mother a break. The children argue a little when Allie declares bedtime but they end up going upstairs anyway, leaving the Hartmann adult siblings behind.

“She’s going to go nuts if you don’t help her out,” Liese says in German after Allie disappears upstairs.

Her brother sighs. “What do you want me to do?” Anton asks, looking at her.

“I don’t know. Take one of them to work once in a while. You’re the owner and you literally work with pets. Nothing that could harm them. And your employees could keep an eye on them while you’re attending,” She suggests, sipping on the beer he poured for her. “Or hire a nanny to help. Or put Lia and Julian in daycare…” She adds, shrugging off.

“She doesn’t want help from a stranger or to stay away from the kids,” He argues.

“Well, talk to her then. Isn’t that how’s marriage supposed to work? Through conversation?” The woman asks like it’s obvious.

“You wouldn’t know ‘cause you’re not married, right?” Anton replies in a heartbeat.

It only takes a second for it to sink in as Liese stares at her brother. “Ight, Imma head out,” She switches back to English, standing up.

“Lis…” He starts, sighing.

“Nope, you absolutely right,” She says, picking up her shopping bags. “I’m way out of place to argue about that,” She adds, marching to the front door without looking back at him.

He should know better than bringing that up.

“Auntie Lis!” Lia’s voice travels downstairs at the same time the woman opens the front door. “Can you tuck me in?”

“Me too!” Julian adds, giggling.

Liese sighs, dropping her head while still holding the door open. “Of course, sweetheart,” She replies.

“You don’t have to,” Anton says.

The woman simply closes the door and turns around on her heels, walking towards the stairs without saying a word to her brother. She reaches the second floor and her feet bring her to the boy’s bedroom first, where Allie is with the baby.

“I’m really sorry, Lis. They’re restless when they want something,” She says, looking at her with a frown.

She shakes her head. “It’s okay,” She says, making her way towards Julian. “Ready, champ?” The woman asks, looking down at him.

“Yes!” He replies excitedly, running to the bed.

Liese takes a seat on the edge of his bed, tucking the comforter under his armpits and kissing his cheek. “Good night and sweet dreams,” She says, looking at him. “And be good to your mum, you gotta help her with your little brother, okay?”

“Okay, auntie Lis. Ich liebe dich,” Julian replies with a small smile.

She smiles as well. “Ich liebe dich mehr,” She says, kissing his forehead. “Now close your eyes and sleep,” She demands, making the boy giggle as she stands up.

The woman turns off the light, leaving only a lampshade on and doesn’t close the door all the way. Then, she walks towards Lia’s room. The ‘Amalia’ in red stands out in the white door and Liese pushes it open to find her niece in bed.

“You already tuck yourself in,” She points out, approaching the girl under the covers looking at her.

“Can you read me a story?” Lia asks, giving Liese her puppy eyes as she sits on the bed.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I can’t,” She says, pouting. “Auntie has to work early in the morning,” She explains.

“Okay,” The little girl sighs.

“I had a great time today. I hope you had as well,” The woman says, running her fingers on her chocolate hair.

“I did. Thanks, auntie Lis,” She smiles.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Liese smiles, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Now go to sleep.”

She chuckles. “Okay.”

Lia closes her eyes and the woman smiles, standing up. As she walks out of her room, Allie is in the hallway, rocking Nik in her arms. The look in her face when she sees her sister-in-law is amusing.

“I don’t know how to repay you for what you do,” Allie says, looking at her with gratitude.

“Have a good night of sleep and make Anton get up in the middle of the night,” She says. “Also, shut down the baby factory for a few years, will ya?”

“Oh, I don’t plan on opening it again,” She replies, shaking her head.

“That’s what mum said before Gustav and Otto,” Liese chuckles.

“Oh God, no!” Allie shakes her head, terrified. “But, seriously, thank you so much!” She repeats once again.

“Don’t worry. I just can’t tuck this one in because I have to work early in the morning,” She pokes Nik’s chin, making the little boy smile. “So adorable,” She chuckles. “Well, I have to go. Good night, sis. Sleep tight,” The woman says, kissing her sister-in-law’s cheek.

“I’ll try,” She chuckles as Liese climbs down the stairs.

“I’ll drop you off,” Anton says at the bottom of the stairs, holding his car keys and her bags.

“Don’t bother,” The woman replies, taking the bags of his hands. “My Uber is already here.”

“Liese…” He follows her.

“Good night, Anton,” She kisses his cheek forcefully before walking out of the door.

Her brother sighs, holding the door open and watching her getting into the car parked in front of his house. After greeting the driver, Liese sighs, closing her eyes for a second. She definitely doesn’t like to argue with her brothers but they know which topics to not mention with her and Anton just poked the deepest wound.

Mr. Ferris is no longer at the front desk when she arrives at her apartment complex so she goes check her mailbox before taking the elevator. The woman is distracted reading one of the letters when she reaches her floor but only one glance at the hallway and she completely forgets about the papers.

At her door, a tall figure leans against it. “Henry?” Liese asks and he raises his head to look at her. “What are you doing here? And how do you know which one is my apartment?” She kisses his cheek before stepping back to unlock the door.

“The gentleman in the front desk told me,” Henry replies, walking into the studio apartment after her.

“Okay,” She smiles, shrugging off her jacket. “What are doing here, though? I mean, we were together this morning and…��

The man cuts her off by pinning her body against the wall and connecting their lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day,” He whispers against her lips before kissing her again.

Liese smiles against his lips and drops her bags on the floor, bringing her hands to his hair. Henry deepens the kiss and slides his hands to her ass, squeezing it and pulling her body up. The woman clasps her legs around his waist and moans into his mouth as he presses his hard-on against her pelvis.

The man pushes off from the wall, holding her tightly against his body as he walks blindly around her apartment. Henry plops down on the sofa with her in his lap and they break the kiss to remove her white top. Her hands grip onto his jacket-covered shoulders as Henry kisses her jaw before bringing his lips further down.

She tilts her head to give him more access to her neck and his hands slide to her waist, cupping her upper body as he spreads wet kisses and nibbles her neck. Henry quickly finds out that if he kisses a spot right below her ear, the woman moans a bit louder and squirm on his lap. So, he teases this exact spot until he can’t bear her hips grinding against his anymore.

By now, Henry’s erection is rock solid and he can almost feel it aching but it isn’t enough foreplay just yet. At the sight of how the push-up bra makes her boobs look bigger, his cock twitches into his pants and he buries his face on it. Liese sighs, bringing a hand to his hair as he runs his tongue in between her breasts.

The man wastes no time in unclasping her bra and sliding the straps down her shoulders so he could wrap his lips around her perfect pinky nipples. She squirms on his lap, throwing her head back and moaning at how good his tongue feels. She doesn’t care how loud she’s being and she can feel herself dripping wet, making her wonder if it’s already through her panties and soaking the jeans as well.

As Liese tugs on his jacket again, she realizes she’s severely undressed compared to him and she doesn’t like it. Better than the sensation of his tongue flickering her nipples is the sensation of Henry’s naked chest against hers as he thrusts into her. So, while his mouth shifts to the other boob, the woman pulls his jacket down his arms and he removes his hands from her to shrug it off all the way.

Her hands slip into his t-shirt and she caresses his abs before sliding it up to his chest. Henry brings his lips back to hers and she bites the corner of his mouth, making the man growl. He raises his arms and reaches back, pulling his t-shirt over his head and throwing it to his side. The woman cups his strong jaw, eyes locked on his as he grips her hips, grinding it against his hard-on.

He moans against her lips, eyes dark as she only pecks his lips. “My turn,” She murmurs against his lips, kissing the corner of his mouth and then his sharp jaw.

Henry sighs, letting her hold his jaw and tilt his head to the side. But he isn’t prepared at all to feel her teeth nibbling on his earlobe, dragging a hiss out of him and his fingertips dig into the flesh of her ass. Liese kisses his neck and his cock twitches again. Suddenly, the man inhales sharply and looks down at his lap.

The woman’s delicate fingers are wrapped around his hard shaft over the underwear. He didn’t even realize Liese had unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants until that moment. She gives it a little squeeze while sliding her tongue up his neck and Henry almost loses it.

“No,” He says, grabbing her wrist.

She immediately let go of him and he throws her hand over his shoulder, quickly wrapping one of his arms around her waist and a hand gripping on her ass. Her legs lock around his waist once again as Henry stands up from the sofa and walks around the shelving that divides the bedroom from the living room space.

He puts her down on her bed and stands back to remove her shoes before going down on her body. The woman throws her head back, feeling his warm breath bellow her navel but then she looks back down at him. Henry quickly unzips her jeans, tugging it down her model-like legs. His lips come in contact with her skin again and Liese shudders in anticipation, goosebumps spreading all over her body.

The man leaves a wet kiss in her inner thigh, very close to her pussy, and raises his head, biting lightly at her protruding hip bone on her left side before fiddling slightly with the hem of her panties. “Don’t rip those, please,” She asks.

Henry glances up at her with an amused expression. “Yes, ma’am,” He jokes, hooking his fingers on her panties and sliding it down her legs.

The man then spreads her legs apart all the way and tugs her down slightly by her rip, his hungry mouth instantly devouring her clit. Liese nearly screams and tries to bring her thighs together, overwhelmed by his tongue flickering rapidly in her most sensitive spot and entrance. But his strong grip doesn’t allow her to do it.

“Henry!” She moans louder, getting a fistful of his hair and arching her back.

He groans and continues until the woman comes, hands now tight on the sheets, pulling on it as her body trembles. While she enjoys the orgasm, unable to focus on anything in particular at the moment, Henry gives a small bite in her inner thigh before pushing off the bed and removing the remaining on his clothes. As he crawls the mattress to hover the woman, she finally opens her lovely light brown eyes to meet his, a look of pure bliss on her face.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Henry says, dipping his head to reach her lips.

The sweet peck turns into a breathtaking kiss when Liese moans as the man slides into her. Henry can barely control himself at the feeling of her walls squeezing around him. He then realizes her orgasm was still going when he started to pound into her. Breathing heavily, the man slows down his pace and looks at Liese’s face worriedly. With one hand gripping his arm and the other resting on his side, the woman has her eyes screwed shut, her moans much louder than she ever been before.

“Are you okay? Do you need a moment?” He asks, stopping his movements.

“No,” Liese whimpers, letting go of his arm. “I’m fine, don’t stop,” She says in a whisper.

“You sure?” The man frowns, trying to have a glimpse of her eyes.

As if she could read his mind, she opens her eyes to look into his and nods, smiling slightly and then biting her bottom lip. “Never been better,” She reassures, bringing her hand to caress his cheek. “Come on, take us to the oblivion,” A smirk comes across her face as she looks up from his lips back to his eyes.

Henry smiles as well and the woman pulls his face down, kissing him once again. His lips feel so right against hers. The woman can’t hold back her moans as he restarts to rock his hips against hers and he just drags his kisses down to her cheek, jaw, and then neck, working on that sweet spot he found not so long ago.

In a matter of ten minutes, he has Liese writhing underneath him. “Oh, Henry,” Liese moans as the second orgasm hits her. “Come on, love,” She wraps around his waist and keep it there with a lot of effort.

The new angle makes Henry’s thrusts reach deeper and if she’s already experiencing another orgasm, it only intensifies it. The man feels the difference right away too and he grips her right thigh, burying himself even deeper into her. He’s only able to keep it together for more five minutes before his moves become sloppier.

“Lis,” He calls and she looks straight at him. “Fuck, Lis,” He groans, tightening his jaw.

She controls her crazy moans and ignores every atom on her shaking body. “Hi, handsome,” She smiles tenderly at him.

Henry leans his forehead against hers and when Liese cups his face, he comes. She kisses him sweetly while he thrusts a couple more times before letting his tired and sweaty body crash down on hers. He nestles his face on the crook of her neck, breathing hard, and the woman runs a soothing hand on his back until his weight starts to really crush her.

“Hon, I’d love to stay like this but you’re suffocating me,” She chuckles and he immediately lifts his body from hers.

The man sits by her side, looking down at her. “Sorry,” He smiles sheepishly. “Hi,” The man smirks, touching her cheek and then leaning down to kiss her. “I can’t stop myself from doing this,” He says, stroking her cheek.

“Please, don’t,” She smiles up at him too, bringing his lips to hers again.

Henry slides down at the bed and lies on his back, propping his head on one of his hands comfortably as the woman rests her head on his chest, looking up at him.

“Tell me,” He starts, looking at her eyes. “How was your day?” He strokes her cheek again and moving her hair away from her neck.

Liese looks up in a thoughtful manner. “Uhm... Let’s see. So, I woke up at this very hot guy’s bed,” She starts, looking back at him with a suggestive smile.

The man smile as well, raising his eyebrows. “Is that so?” He asks.

“Oh, yes. We had an amazing night but he didn’t disappoint in the morning. Love me some morning sex,” She wiggles her eyebrows jokingly that makes him chuckle. “Then, he made me breakfast, can you believe it?”

“It seems like a really nice guy,” Henry plays along with her.

“Right? He’s a real gentleman and has the most adorable dog!” The woman emphasizes the word. “Unfortunately, I received a call from my little brother’s very unhappy girlfriend about a problem that isn’t mine, at all, when I was having a lovely make-out session with this guy,” She says but then pauses. “Well, actually ex-girlfriend as of now. Anyway, I had to leave.”

“Oh, no. And the guy?” He smirks as she tells him.

“As the gentleman he is, he dropped me off here,” Liese replies. “I worked for a bit in the morning, went to my brother’s workshop, gave him a hard time for over an hour, tried to teach on how to be a man – like the hot guy I was with,” She mentions and Henry’s smile grows bigger. “And then I made him buy me lunch. After beating him, because he’s a jerk, I left and worked more in the afternoon. At five, I picked up my four-year-old niece from my other brother before my sister-in-law had a stroke and we had a date.”

“What did you do?” The man asks, paying attention to everything as he plays with her hair.

“The usual! Watched a film, gossiped over a snack, went shopping and then I dropped her off two hours ago, just in time for dinner which was delicious. Then, I came home to a very wonderful surprise,” The woman finishes her tale, looking at him expectantly.

“Does this hot guy knows about us?” Henry asks, raising his eyebrows.

“It turns out you are the hot guy. Funny, right?!” She makes a face.

“What?!” He squeals which sounds very funny and they share a laugh. Liese rests her cheek on his chest, looking at the wall and enjoying the feeling of his fingers fiddling with her locks. “Was Guinness somehow included in this dinner?” He asks casually.

“Yeah, it was,” She says, frowning at him. “How did you know?”

“I can taste it in your mouth,” Henry replies.

“Oh my God,” The woman laughs, surprised by his answer. “Do you want some?” She asks, already standing up.

Somehow, he is even more surprised by her offer. “You have it in your fridge just like that?” He asks as she stops in front of the fridge.

“Of course I have beer just like that,” Liese replies, taking a bottle of Guinness out of the fridge. “I’m German, baby. It would be an outrage if I didn’t have it,” She chuckles, pouring the brown liquid into a beer mug. “At least, that’s what people think about Germans…”

It’s worth to mention that she’s still naked as she brings the mug back to the bed where Henry is already salivating just thinking about the taste of his favorite beer. The man is very glad to know that it’s very chilly, just the way he likes it. When the smell hits his nose, he can’t help but immediately take a gulp of it.

“Mmm,” He hums in pleasure, licking the silky foam from his lips. “I shouldn’t be drinking this,” He adds, looking at her.

“Oh honey, you were tasting it in my mouth. Give yourself a break,” Liese scoffs, looking at him take another gulp of it.

“My trainer will murder me,” The man says as she takes the mug from him and sips from it before giving it back. “I already had a cheat day yesterday with the burger you made me eat.”

“Oh,” She raises an eyebrow, walking around the shelving towards the front door. “So, I’m the bad girl making you sin your way into hell, huh?” The woman chuckles while she locks the door.

“Something like that,” Henry nods.

“Well, at least the bad girls are the best,” She says, coming back with her arms full of clothes and her shopping bags. “Am I right?” She looks back at him.

“Absolutely,” He replies with a smirk.

“Good,” Liese smiles.

She puts his clothes on a chair by the corner of the shelving and gets into the bathroom to discard her own clothes into the laundry hamper. Before returning to the room, Liese drops her bags into her small closet and hangs the jacket after taking her phone out of its pocket. She walks back into the room looking at her phone.

Allie yelled at me for not taking you home I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight

The text from Anton sent twenty-five minutes ago says and she sighs, smile long gone from her features. “Where did you mind go?” The male voice pulls her back and she looks up at him, sitting with his back rested against the iron frame headboard.

“I had a…” She trails off, searching for the appropriate word while walking towards him. “Disagreement with my brother before leaving,” She explains, putting her phone on the nightstand and taking the now empty beer mug from his hands.

“Thanks,” Henry says, licking his lips and watching her walk away once again. “What happened?” He asks as she places the mug into the sink. The woman sighs again. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, it’s fine.”

“He said something about a forbidden subject everybody knows better than bring it up,” She explains very vaguely.

“Everybody?” The man frowns.

“My brothers,” Liese clarifies, picking his t-shirt from the chair. “Do you mind if I wear this?” She asks.

“Not at all,” He shakes his head. ��It’ll probably look better on you, anyway,” He says as she starts to dress it.

She smiles when Henry’s perfume fills her nostrils after pulling the large t-shirt to her thighs. “I like the way it smells,” She says, walking to the bed with a smile.

Henry couldn’t describe exactly how he feels at that moment, with her smiling at him and wearing his clothes. So, he just smiles back at her, adoring the way the fabric swallowed her form but didn’t make her curves disappear.

“It’ll smell better once I get it back,” He says as she crawls next to him in her bed.

She looks into his eyes, her face very close to his. “Who says you’ll get it back?” The woman asks against his lips.

He raises his eyebrows. “Is this payback for the red panties?” He asks, trying to reach her lips but she pulls back, smiling.

“You’re goddamn right,” Liese replies, looking down at his lips. “An eye for an eye…” She whispers, keeping the smile and brushing her lips against his but pulling back again as he tries one more time.

“This is how it’s gonna work?” The man continues to play along.

“Uh-huh,” She hums. “And there’s also the dress,” She remembers, making him chuckle.

Henry shakes his head before holding her by the back of the neck and finally pulling her lips to his.

“Stay the night,” The woman whispers, looking into his eyes when they break the kiss.

“Well, you already locked me in, so…” He points out with a grin.

Liese rolls her eyes and leans in for another kiss but, as Henry parts his lips, she takes his bottom lip against her teeth and bites it while looking into his eyes. Taken aback by this, the man groans, crashing his lips against and kissing her hungrily again. It ends up there, though. Instead of having steamy hot sex the whole night, the couple cuddles and falls asleep watching Sherlock.

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— CHAPTER IV: WINE AND CANDLES

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chxoticmuses · 4 years

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SHIP QUESTIONS THINGY

Status: Accepting

@streetsofsecrets said: our ships?? 🥺 ( Leah & Munroe )

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?: When they both snuck into a club when they were teenagers and Leah ended up bumping into him and the rest is history.

What was their first impression of each other?: He honestly doesn’t remember much since he was high out of his mind, but he remembers himself thinking that she was a pretty unique and cool person to hang out with. 100/10 hasn’t had a life experience like that since.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?: heh, yes! He would tell his friends the story of their nightclub bender all the time and they encouraged him to try and look for her. And for a while, he did! But he kept getting sidetracked by things and thought he would never see her again. Later when they reunited later on in life at his interview, Bella slipped him Leah’s number before they left and I’m pretty sure June and Ben are #TeamMunroe.

Who felt romantic feelings first?: Munroe, it was something like love at first sight the night they met! A pretty girl who was ready to so drugs with him and wasn’t scared of his wacky personality? Yeah, it was a match made in Heaven.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?: Because of the whole aquarium number thing, I feel like Leah tried to force herself to stop liking him, but those feelings came back and hit her like a sledgehammer once they reconnected later on in life.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?: “Really? Them?” But not in a bad way kinda ish? It would just be shocking to the both of them because even though their careers are very similar, they’re two completely different people who were, and still kind are, on two different paths.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?: Munroe, but it wasn’t like he asked her to be his girlfriend or anything like that. He just started referring to her as his girlfriend and began calling her pet names one day and I guess she got used to it.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?: Very cheesy and very much Munroe-ish. He took her through one of those tunnel of love attractions along with those fake Venice boat ride things. Instead of being his usual foolish self that night, he was a lovey dovey fool instead. He was reciting rom coms like The Notebook, pulling out his phone every five minutes to read Pinterest quotes, and reciting whatever Shakespeare he knew the whole night.

What was their first kiss like?: It happened the night of their little club bender. It wasn’t really a sweet cold night kiss in New York that I usually write for our ships. Munroe just felt the urge to kiss her so he leaned in and did it while she was in the middle of a tangent about something.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?: To be honest, Munroe had all the experience he could possibly get by the time they reconnected.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?: Munroe is a very tall beefy dude, so I’m sure he hovers over her quite a few inches. As for age, shame on you for making me do math again, but I’m pretty sure he’s like a year or two older than her. Maybe more idk.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?: Munroe and June have matching friendship bracelets that say ‘BFFs for life’ on them and he’s always spewing his nonsense at Ben, so I think it’s safe to say that he’s pretty close with her side of the family. As for his side of the family, they love Leah!! She’s the most sane and normal one out of them, so they appreciate having someone around like her who can ground them from time to time. They like to poke at her and make fun of how serious she is from time to time, but it’s all love.

Who takes the lead in social situations?: Leah. They don’t need him embarrassing them and scaring people off with more ridiculous life mottos.

Who gets jealous easier?: Heh, Munroe and he gets a passive aggressive type jealous when it comes to her. But he doesn’t trip too hard because he knows she’ll never find anyone with hair as luscious as his.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?: Munroe. He’s very vocal about how he feels, so he had no problem expressing to her that he loved her after like their fifth date.

What are their primary love languages?: It’s hard to say because both of their love languages are so different from each other, but I’d say it’s a mix between physical affection and acts of kindness.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?: Munroe is PDA monster, but even then he doesn’t cross Leah’s boundaries. He prefers to be extra and do a lot, but when it comes to her he dials it down a little bit. He’ll sneak up behind her and give her a big bear hug, greet her with a kiss in front of others, and hold her hand every time they’re walking side by side.

What are their favorite things to do together?: He really likes to watch her while she works and see everything come together for her. He sits by her side or close to her the whole time so he can give his opinions, help her word things, and all that Jazz. Besides that why do I feel like they still like getting high with each other? Maybe not smoking or anything hardcore like they were doing in the club, but they might split an edible together every now and then.

Who’s better at comforting the other?: The both of them. They really understand and get each other on like a spiritual level every since that night at the club since they spilled a lot about themselves.

Who’s more protective?: I’m going to give this one to Munroe again. He’s especially protective over her since she’s a journalist and he knows from being a criminal himself that journalists have a big target on their backs. He’d go crazy if anything ever happened to her.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?: A mix of both. Munroe adds in the verbal aspect of their affection, always complimenting her and telling her how amazing she is. While Leah, on the other hand, is more physically affectionate with him and does little things like give him kisses, rub him like he’s a dog (at his request of course), and cuddle him.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?: Any cheesy romantic song from the late 80s.

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?: Leahroni. It has no meaning to it whatsoever. He just came up with it one day while brainstorming and decided to add roni to the end of her name. When he’s not calling her that, he calls her cringy pet names like snookums, sweat peas, and anything that sounds like a nickname your grandma would give you

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?: Munroe proposed to her with a ring pop in front of everyone. She probably thought he was joking at first, but he was dead serious. Later on when they went home he ended up giving her the real ring he bought her.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?: They had two weddings actually! One was a big outside wedding that was decorated very nicely, had everyone from family to drug dealer buddies, they did traditional wedding routines, and all that good stuff. BUTTT, after a lot of convincing he got her to have a more private wedding with just close family and friends at one of those Vegas chapels. It was very epic; Elvis officiated their marriage, he sang karaoke to her instead of vowels, and he wore just a suit top and his spongebob underwear. He liked the second one much more.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?: I used a baby generator and it said that they’re going to have a girl, so imma stick with that! It’s what Munroe was hoping for anyways so he can use the old Hollywood names he’s piled up over the years. Her name is Veronica, named after the great Veronica Lake of course, in hopes that she would be

Do they have any pets?: Munroe has 4 birds, a bearded dragon, a dog, and two guinea pigs. They’re littered around the headquarters, but his dog and one of his birds are located at his house. It’s like a tiny farm he loves it,

Who’s the stricter parent?: Definitely Leah! Munroe is the type of parent to let his kids do whatever and face the consequences on their own to teach them a lesson so he can rub it in their face later like “I told you so, but you never listen to me. See what not listening to me does for you?” Yeah.

Who kills the bugs in the house?: Munroe carefully places them back outside. They have a life too and their own civilization to get back to! He genuinely thinks that life for them is like A Bug’s Life or The Bee movie.

How do they celebrate holidays?: Besides spending time with family, Munroe likes to throw these epic parties at his headquarters. They’re like The Wolf of Wallstreet type office parties; super epic, almost have no real holiday theme to them, and result in a lot of bad decision making.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?: Munroe’s a pretty lazy guy. He hates waking up early and you can catch him showing up to work like three hours late. He’s going to force his bad habits on Leah too smh.

Who’s the better cook?: You’d be surprised at how much Munroe knows about cooking and how many foods he knows how to infuse with weed. I hope no one ate the sides he brought to Thanksgiving 😔

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Busy Earning (Pieces of the People We Love, Part 1.)

Description: Not many people had the chance to see a vault or to mean anything in the world of Pandora. Will a hardly built relationship in the loneliness of the desert would have the potential to change anything in the world of anarchy and chaos - or will the friends try to murder each other?

A/N: If you're not familiar with Borderlands, this series will most probably won't make any sense to you. But that's alright! I am thinking about releasing a small thing called Vault Hunters Vocabulary and I will try to explain the lore and everything used IN the story but not explained in there. Whaddaya say?

A/N 2: Also, I AM MAKING NEW-U STATIONS LEGAL AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME. So I guess this is an AU? ALSO: the Bandits, Psychos, and Fanatics will speak only in the ancient language of Vine!

Warnings: A lot of guns, violence, reader is a tough badass - not a vault hunter tho. They're badass and don't give a fuck. And Scooter is a dumb bitch, as always.

Word count: 4.5 K

Tagging: @notaliteraltoad

Series master list: H E R E

It was one of those days when you took a deep breath and it almost burns your whole mucous membrane. Most of the days were like that in this particular part of Pandora, yet some of these days were too much. The desert around you was dry, the rocks were so hot that you'd burn your whole palm if you'd touch it. No plants or water source insight; it was just you, the asphalt road, the heatwave, and the complete silence.

If you wouldn't be aware of sweating like a living fuck and of the fact that your trousers were pretty bloody then, you'd most likely have the suspicion that you most likely just pissed yourself. On the other hand, you also knew that you had to be dressed from your head to your toes - if you wouldn't have every inch of your body covered, the sun would burn your skin down in a matter of minutes; that was how strong the sunlight was. It wasn't the most practical choice to cross the desert in a long coat, long boots, and a huge cowboy hat; it was, in fact, very much impractical, but you really didn't have much of a choice. That big, cowboy-ish hat became your personal trade over time - you were easily recognizable. If someone would've asked you to describe your personality, the hat itself would be one of your personality traits. Ever since you started wearing it, almost everyone was calling you the Cowboy, even if you were pretty sure that you're a woman. Why would you or any of the people you've been living in this hellhole with being obeying any of society's rules if you were leaving at the edge of civilization itself? Something like grammar and other constructs didn't have any value in the world you knew and were living in.

Back to you. You were pissed at the moment; very pissed. For some random reason, the Catch-A-Ride station near your house was off for the last three weeks and anyone cared enough to repair it. You were hunting Skags for a living and believe it or not, having the chance to get a functioning car was making your job very much enjoyable. But because anything could work on Pandora, you had to hunt down two Skags and drag them to the man living in the nearest town, where you had your contract signed.

Every single morning, you had to get up super-early to track some pack down, hunt at least two of these animals, and then drag the dead bodies through the entirety of the desert. That was the pain in your ass. To drag two damn heavy animals in that goddamn weather. Not that you had a chance refuse to hunt for that day - the meat was rotting quickly in this part of the planet and also, Pintley had quite a lot of customers he had to feed - you being one of the said customers. Also, funny enough, there wasn't that much meat on Skags. It was a doubtful business, to say the least.

A sudden, quiet mechanical noise threw you out of the train of your thoughts. It was easy to tell what was the problem since you could feel your right shoulder tensing up. - "Please no, please no." - You mumbled as you felt your right arm getting stuck and letting the bag go. A hiss left your lips as you felt the metal limb giving you a slight electric shock, sending it down your body. You sighed and sat down on one of the dead Skag's body, carefully taking the coat off just enough to reach the small panel, so you wouldn't tear the arm of your body. It took you almost half an hour of sitting there with a small wrench in your hand as you re-organized the small cabled inside as the metal whole arm was made of got hotter and hotter. Just a small moment longer and you'd burn your damn fingers.

In the end, you somehow managed to connect all the cables on the upper arm and attached the small piece of metal back on its spot again, rolling the coat back on your shoulder so it would cool down a bit. You were good to go again, so you took the bags your Skags were put in and walked forward again, dragging the corpses on the road behind you. At least, the buildings of that God abandoned city could be seen in the distance.

Hell's Cauldron. That was the name the locals gave it. The barely-a-town was raided by the bandits so often that they became more of your neighbors and maybe even friends over time. You knew a mentally unstable bandit named Bernie, who sometimes gave you a drive home - a ride from a Psycho was never a good one, but do as they say and don't look on the teeth of a horse that was given to you. You also became friends with Blind Billy, who was a better driver than Bernie and his one-man crew. This psycho was the man who always tried to buy your Skags. But you were persistent against selling them for Eridium.

Just as you thought of your favorite boys, the roar of their car could be heard in the distance as the machine got closer and closer. You smiled when you heard the sounds of their cars; they were very specific sounds breaking the utter silence around. The cars themselves were... Something. It wasn't a model rentable in Catch-A-Ride stations, so their cars were working just right at the moment. Also, this meant that you wouldn't have to the last few miles on foot, which would be simply great.

"Y/N!" - It was Billy's voice that could behear through speakers placed on the back of their car. In the next moment, the machine stopped next to you. You gave him a smirk and a nod through one of the windows. - "Ya still huntin' down those bunnies, ha? Come in, Cowboy girl, we'll give you a ride, whatcha say?" - The man opened up the door and invited you in. You gladly accepted and gave him the first bag containing a dead animal so he'd help you with dragging it inside the back of the car. Blindy threw it on the ground next to two benches before giving you a hand to drag you in as well.

"I guess I do, yeah. You know, Blindy, everybody needs a way to survive. You rob and kill, and I hunt. Everyone's doing great." - With a sigh, you sat on one of the only clean spots on the bench, getting a hold of it as you felt the engine shaking with the entire car.

"TO HELL'S CAULDRON YOU FUCKING DEADBRAIN!" - Billy yelled into the microphone so it could be heard at least miles from you. The car started so abruptly that it almost knocked you to the ground. - "Ya still don't wanna gimme one of those delicious creatures? I'm sick of eating bugs and sometimes people, when necessary, of course." - Billy asked and dragged his hand along one of the Skag's body. You were disgusted to say at least, but you also were careful enough not to display it in your expression. In the end, there was nothing to wonder about - these men were classified psychopaths.

"We've talked about this more than once, Blindy. Pay me the cash and I will give you one. If you don't want to pay for the work... Well..." - You laughed and touched the Jacobs shotgun attached to your back, sending him a clear message. - "Let's say that we've talked about this, shall we?" - "Oh, yea, Cowboy! Do ya get good money from it? I told ya I can pay ya in Eridium." - The psycho smiled and leaned in closer to you. You leaned to him as well, putting your metal palm on his mask.

"Eridium is worth only if I am a siren or if I have someone who deals Eridium to someone else. So... Do I, a), look like an Eridium dealer or do I, b), look like a siren to you?" - Your metal wrist patted the mask, and right after, you leaned away. Billy chuckled at what you've said. Eridium was an extremely valuable material - for some sort of people. If you weren't that sort of person, Eridium were just violet glowy stones in your eyes. Why would you even need that shit in this hole? The most ridiculous thing in this matter was the fact that psychos of Ham's Creek had a ton of Eridium on them; piles, probably. Hyperion jerks excavated many shafts in the proximity of your homes before they left; and while Hyperion guys were gone, the Eridium was still there and ready to get mined. You've heard that the guys from Ham's Creek, the bandit colony, were trading the stones to doubtful people for less than half of its value... But who were you to judge them? You were all doubtful people, you were all doing shady things. Any of you could be considered innocent.

"You may not be a siren, but you're ma muse in everythin' I do, Cowboy." - Blindy chuckled as the car stopped right in front of Hell's Cauldron's pub. There were seven more buildings in the city if you counted the toilette cab... The least pleasurable place in the proximity of fifty miles radius. - "Don't ever dare to repeat that, dear God. If you do, Imma shoot your ass off, okay?" - Your laughter filled the air as you watched Blindy and Rayray dragging Skags into the local.

"I SMELL LIKE BEEF!" - Rayray yelled and threw the Skag body next to the bar. It was a greeting, a very polite one if you might add. Rayray was still learning how to grasp the rules of being police and sometimes, he really hit the ballpark. With a small smile, you entered the pub as well and nodded at Pintley, the local pub keeper, who shrugged his shoulders. - "You've been making the boys busy again, Cowboy?" - Pintley, an old man with white hair and a missing eye, asked kindly and controlled the Skag. One day, Billy's crew accidentally took out a bag with a dead human body instead of the Skag one and when Pintley wanted to cook his famous Skag goulash, he almost threw up. This time, it was really the dead animal.

"Oh, yea. And I would get the bags to the freezer as soon as possible, it is probably already grilled at this point." - With a grunt, you finally took off the coat as you leaned into and took your enormous hat off to look at Pinty. The man was still looking at the animals, trying to set an amount of cash to pay for this catch. - "That's fifty dollars for each one of them... Maybe even sixty, they're huge. Good call today, Cowboy." - He hummed in the end, opening the cash register and handled you the money. It was not much... But it was something at least.

"Something must be happening out there again, huh?" - It was a quiet, suggestive mumble as you looked at the banknotes in your palm. Pintley asked a silent "What?" because he hadn't heard about anything going on. - "I mean... Marcus Munitions charges for bullets are off the charts since Jack had... You know." - You peeked behind the bar, pointing at a slice of bread. Without you having to pay for it, Pintley gave it to you to chew on it.

To your surprise, Blind Billy nodded at you as he too leaned into the countertop. Even the bandits of Ham Creek could see that something's going on when they were buying their bullets for another raid - it cost almost two hundred dollars more. All of the things you've mentioned happened over five years ago, maybe even more. Handsome Jack, the CEO of Hyperion, was allegedly murdered by Lilith and the Crimson Raiders of Sanctuary. Since then, Hyperion Corporation was filled with social climbers who tried to become the new CEO - but before everything ended, Elpis' lunar station Helios was blown up, meaning that the days of Hyperion ruling over Pandora were over. Not that any of you would particularly care about any of that.

After that, there were some rumors about a new vault key found and about the existence of many new vaults all around Pandora and its sister planets. And as you heard, it was usually a joke, the vault key ended up in a desert where two jackasses found it. That, in fact, led to the creation of a pain in the ass known as 'The Calypso twins' and their cult; the Children of the Vault. Now, allegedly, Crimson Raiders and their leader Lilith had left Pandora and created Sanctuary 3, a spaceship flying on the orbit of Pandora.

Honestly, as far as you cared, all of this could be just a bunch of made-up stories. How the hell were you supposed to know what happened in space or on the other side of the planet? Who were you supposed to be? A fortune-teller? A telepath to know all of these things for certain? There was one sort of people on Pandora about which everyone seemed to forget - normal people. Normal people like you. Yes, people who only tried to live their lives and who owned only one gun existed. People who pursued normal jobs, calm life without all of the vault hunting business.

You've personally never seen the infamous Handsome Jack (only his posters and billboards) or the alleged vault hunters scattering through Pandora, searching for new things to kill and new loot to find. You never have seen Lilith, Roland, or any of the Crimson Raiders with your eyes, nor you've visited Sanctuary, Haven, New Haven, or Helios - and you surely had not visited the Concordia spaceship. You never saw any of those rumors for yourself, thus, you didn't know what was real or fake.

"Look at it like this, Pintley... The Catch-A-Ride stations aren't working in this part of Pandora for God knows how long and now, Marcus is charging up for rounds again? The last time he did that when the last bunch of the vault hunters came to Pandora? I tell you, something's going on." - Now, you rose your eyebrows and stopped everything you were doing. A loud bang blasted through the Hell's Cauldron. There was silence for a moment, but then a loud song started to play. With a long sigh, each of you stood up and grabbed their gun to get ready for a fight. The Children of the Vault decided to pay you a late-afternoon visit.

This, unfortunately, meant a shootout in the middle of the sun-parched square of the Hell's Cauldron just for the laughs. Those guys were just fine most of the time, but on some days, they came to the town and all they wanted to do was fight with guns blazing. By now, you all knew the drill - a short shootout while letting them spawn back in their base and then, you could continue with your daily program.

No matter what you told those jackasses, no matter what you did, no matter anything - they just drove into the sun-parched square and started to shoot. They were idiots without a single functioning brain between them, to say at least. To your good luck, Blindy and Rayray were on your side. These two were pretty reasonable bandits. Billy was also unusually smart for living with psychos, midgets, and more for as long as he did, yet he still kept his brain working.

The shooting which happened in Hell's Cauldron that day was louder than usual. Maybe it was just the way you've been laughing or the COV's new summer playlist, but this one was unusually loud. People were throwing grenades just as they were yelling some nasty words at each other. Some of them dropped dead in a matter of seconds because they were just standing in plain open. A car blew up accidentally, the trunk almost hitting you in your face and the face. When everything was done, there was only you, Rayray, and Pintley standing in the settling dust. You and Pintley were usually a great team - since he had a slag sniper rifle and you had an orange tier Jacobs shotgun, you were good to go any time. The rest of the COVs slowly disappeared - they started spawning at the New-U stations back in their small cultist town fifty miles away from Hell's Cauldron.

But something wasn't right. Blindy was still laying on the ground, bleeding out with a blank stare. His body wasn't moving and there were even small droplets of blood as he coughed before he passed away. This wasn't supposed to happen. As you approached the body, you've been growing through how did you get into the town in the first place. You've driven in our of the eastern exist, which meant you've driven around a checkpoint. That led you to a conclusion that the Hyperion Checkpoint Station, those were all over Pandora, must've written his biometrical data down. Blindy was somewhere inside the database, hidden in the code; but New-U station wasn't, for a reason, reconstructing his physical body.

"What's going on? Why isn't he respawning, Pintley? Don't you tell me that he wasn't registered by the Checkpoint." - Without giving a single fuck about the blood and dust, you kneeled and took off Blindy's mask to look into his scarred, lifeless fave. He wasn't the most handsome lad you've seen, but he had a good heart and that was all you cared about. - "Billy, man, don't you play games with me now. Get the fuck up, man. Come on." - You begged silently. You couldn't lose him because of a routine shootout. You've survived hundreds of these - he was a good bandit, a good friend, and a significantly good gunman.

"I think the New-U is cut out of the electric network, Cowboy." - Pintley yelled at you, while Rayray was opening the database in the Checkpoint station next to the pub. - "We might as well put it back to use. Stop with the nonsense and get to work, come on!"

The New-U stations and Checkpoints were a special thing that Pandora needed to have any population surviving on it. It all started way back when Atlas, Dahl, Hyperion, and many more were supporting the golden era of vault hunting; those hunters got their own Echo devices to stay in touch all the time and in case they'd accidentally die or dismember, the New-U stations were meant to render a new body for them. As soon as you arrived or was born in this sector of the universe, the corporation implanted a chip to the nape of your neck; you wouldn't respawn only in the case someone would be using jammer or took the chip out of your body. There was a whole lot of things that could get you killed - psycho in a bad mood, hungry Skag, angry friend, bad food, accidental fall into a volcano... You could choose, really. Sometimes, it could take a while to respawn, it also cost you some money, and before the transaction was sent... It could be a whole lot at times.

Since there were no laws and anarchy and chaos ruled the planet hand by hand, this system came in handy at all times. The Checkpoint stations were the smaller ones, saving up your data like DNA and memories to have all of your personal information in the systems in case anything happened to you. New-U was able to resurrect a person after paying said charge - they constructed your body from the DNA and cells of your dead body, implanted the memories back into your brain, and even construed the clothes you had on. It was truly a miracle of modern age science - but also a necessity for Pandora and its moon Elpis.

Rayray nodded when he read Billy's name in the database. He was there; he was there, safe and sound. You only had to make the New-U work. Without giving any fuck, you just threw the dead and useless body on the ground, walking to the machine, next to Pintley, to look at the cables leading out of the back of the machine to the charger on the wall.

Luckily, you were quite handy with this sort of stuff. Really, you had to restore the electricity circuits inside your metallic arm; handily, you opened up the machine and started to work on it, searching for the problem. Pintley was kneeling next to you, so you were only telling him what you needed - like a wrench or a hammer - and he fetched it to you. New-U was mostly unused in Hell's Cauldron, so it was really no wonder that it wasn't working; it was out of order for quite some time now. If Blindy wouldn't have died, you wouldn't even notice the malfunctioning machine.

It probably was out of order for the last five years - since the last time Bandits provoked a gunfight was... You couldn't even remember. Maybe, Pintley himself pulled the cables out; you wouldn't let the electricity bill getting bigger if you hadn't need for letting the New-U running, right? The Calypso fanatics couldn't be considered a threat at all. Each of them was dumb and couldn't shoot for shit, so the only ones getting killed were them. Even more so, they usually started to talk about some of their damn fanatic nonsense in the middle of the fight. In the beginning, you listened to those jackshit rambles; then you just murdered them without blinking. It wasn't that easy. Rayray looked at you from the database's screen. Bandits, believe it or not, were sometimes pretty smart. Yes, they had their bright moments. The only thing they couldn't do was to speak like a normal human being.

"THAT HURTS LIKE A BUTTCHEEK ON A STICK!" - Rayray yelled at you and you furrowed - it was too late to stop the respawning process since the machine started barking loudly in front of you as it came back to life. What did he say? Someone else was written down in the system except the normies of Hell's Cauldron? You looked over to the bandit boy, but it was too late to pull the cable; the New-U already started to build a human being. And that person definitely wasn't Billy. You made Pintley step back since he hadn't any gun on him and took out your Jacobs shotgun again, pointing at the stranger. The man, it definitely was a man, was looking at his hands in wonder, opening his palms, closing them right after, playing with his fingers. He slowly pulled an Oz kid used in the vacuum off the back of his head, so he could take some normal, hot breath into his lungs. The breather was old as hell, probably six to seven years to your estimations (given it was an ultra-old Vladof Oz it). Who was that man, you didn't know at all; you just assumed he must've been dead for quite some time.

The Hyperion nice-ass lady was telling him something, but she couldn't quite finish her speech - Billy started rendering right next to the man. You exhaled and thanked God for Billy, but you didn't let the mysterious man go out of your sight - you didn't know who he was, what his intentions were, or if he was a bad guy or not. The only thing you could clearly tell was that the man was super-happy to be alive. "I'm alive! I'm alive! Would ya believe it, man, I'm alive, breathin' and stuff and I'm feelin' just fine!" - The stranger exclaimed and looked over to you. - "Wait... Wait. Man, man, ya not Lilith or Moxxi or one of their vault hunters. Who are ya?" - He tried to come closer to you, for some reason, so you only rose the barrel of the shotgun and watched the small laser light hovering on his forehead.

"Ya not any friendly folks, ha?" - The man asked and laughed your barrel off as if he barely noticed the danger he was in. There was... Something about him. You felt like you knew him from somewhere. That face was basically burned deep into your brain and it was so detailed, that it was freaking you out like shit. Those eyes, sharp lips... But his name was a remaining mystery to you; not for too long, unfortunately. - "Hey, name's Scooter. Ya know me. Most of the folks on Pandora do." - With that, he offered you a palm to shake, and because of that, you took the barrel of your shotgun down from his forehead. Scooter. Scooter. That face, that name... Jesus that man was reminding you of someone and you couldn't just remember who. Eyeing down his clothes covered in old, dry oil (which was clearly powering engines, or some other machinery), you straightened and watched Pintley approach Scooterboy. You exhaled slowly and put the shotgun on your back, shoving it back into the covering.

"Name's Pintley, young man. Come here, I'll give you a cold Dr. Bob and some food." - Pintley patted his shoulder and you carefully watched Scooterboy with a frown. You were inclined to believe him just after he looked like isn't about to kill you, yet it didn't mean you'd be particularly fond of the stranger just yet.

"Scooterboy?" - Your voice was firm and cold as you looked at him. - "Don't you do something with cars? I get the vibe you do, look at your clothes." - It was a short explanation, but it did work. Scooter looked down quickly, raising his eyebrows. Blindy was now standing next to you and he didn't have a clue about what was going on.

"Catch-A-Ride!" - Scooterboy exclaimed with a big smile. Oh dear, you got your mindset straight on who he was. It was like a blast inside your brain. You knew his face from all the commercials you've seen with his face - it was a big thing when he supposedly died on his way to Helios. Ellie, his big sister and the other big mechanic of Pandora, was paying him many respects and missed him dearly. She was mourning for a long time.

"How the fuck are you alive?" - With a frown, you stormed past him and Pintley, entering the pub first. - "This is one wild evening Pintley, I tell you. Give me, Billy and Scooter some cold Dr. Bob and some bread with cheese you have there because I'm about to faint." - You sat at the nearest chair, massaging your own face.

Scooter was alive.

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