#this was supposed to be a one shot but it’s stupidly long so looks like we’re doing daily updates for the next week

[bad-surprise]

sweet as honey, ever on his tongue

haladriel x midsommar | E | graphic violence, major character death | 1/?

“We have a festival for the summer solstice,” Hal explains. “It’s the climax of our year. And death plays a significant role in it— not in a macabre, somber way, but more of— our community utilize… unique methods to process grief. We believe it’s wrong to force an individual to shoulder that weight alone.”

For the first time in months, Galadriel gains the acute awareness— and accompanying rush of soft affection— that she’s been seen. Invisible as her staggering loss has made her feel— and despite all the endless nights in which she wished she might disappear completely— there’s comfort in this.

It almost tastes like hope.

- - -

“We’re not going to Numenor to get laid,” Elrond explains, ignoring Thranduil’s death glare, “we’re going because— well, I’m going for my thesis. You two just invited yourselves along.”

or: the Midsommar AU.

[gremlingottoosilly]

What lies within (Tentacle!Monster!Konig x fem!Reader)

It's mating season for monster hybrids. Unfortunately for you, the colonel didn't have time to dump his eggs everywhere. TW and tags: Non-con, size difference, oviposition, monster hybrids, forced breeding, belly bulging, yandere Konig, possessive Konig, tentacles, double penetration. Word count: 3278

The brave new world of opportunities for monsters.

The illustrious life for those who are not afraid of being a hunter in the billion flocks of weak, stupid prey. 

There are endless possibilities for the ones who decide to serve in the various armed forces specifically tailored to monsters. 

And loads of other bullshit that König had to endure every day on the briefs. Propaganda, advertisement, and weak attempts to make a new generation of monster hybrids abandon their old ways and join either army or contracting forces, making them glorified mercenaries. Jaided and disillusioned, the colonel long abandoned the thoughts that service can be fun, that it can bring him something other than money and occasional bullets in various places. 

“Most inclusive workplaces for monsters,” his ass. They were fed bullshit on top of other bullshit, and he is already tired of war – but there isn’t much he can do besides it. The payment is nice, he gets to eat his enemies and tears through entire units of squishy, weak humans who make perfect snacks from their useless fucking bodies. 

— So. Abandoned by your team, ja? 

Unfortunately for him, sometimes war operations meant that he was not supposed to eat prisoners – he was supposed to take them, hoard them into rounds, and send them for either ransom or whatever higher-ups wanted to do with them. Sometimes, it’s torture for information, sometimes, it’s attempts to bring them to their side if they are worth it.��

Sometimes, he just looked in the eyes of a soft, squishy little prey and just couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. 

Well…” sometimes” is a very big word. He had never once thought about keeping the POW for himself before he met this stupidly beautiful, soft nurse with a perfect face, nice pair of legs in that ugly baggy uniform, and the most beautiful scent in the entire…

He never thought of keeping the prisoner for himself before he met you. 

It was supposed to be an easy mission for you – he can see it from your lack of normal armor. Either you had no idea that KorTac had their own plans for whatever you wanted to do here, or your contractor is extremely cheap. He likes either way – you smell like a human, and he likes dumb humans who would make perfect victims. You smell and look weak, trembling, perfect fucking pray for someone like him. König didn’t feel the need to transform for this battle. Your team ran away like a bunch of bunnies before he ever fired his first shot, but he could still feel his tentacles slowly stir under his hood. He can feel his body transforming without the need to – and he feels the pressure in his lower stomach. 

When was the last time he was able to put his eggs somewhere other that cold, unforgiving air? 

Even the bagginess of your uniform doesn’t obscure him from looking at the sway of your hips, at the perfect surface of your tummy, and feeling the smell of your ripe, fertile body. Having a strong sense of smell always came like a curse in the team of monsters where showering after a mission isn’t something that is done by many, buy König can appreciate his nose now – he can smell how perfect you are for breeding. How scared, too. 

Poor thing, probably terrified of his. König knows how he looks, even in his human form – tall, broad, bigger than any man you saw before, so much more muscular that even with your military training as a combat nurse, he could still break your spine with one hand. His size is something that made it impossible to find a partner normal ways – monsters are naturally too dominant to ever submit to him, and humans are simply too scared to deal with someone like him. He isn’t surprised, no – if anything, he understands completely. 

You sob, your voice is melting with incomprehensible pleas and little whines. You are shaking under him – a poor, dumb girl who wasn’t aware that her best shot at surviving was to try and shoot his crotch off before he pulled a gun out of your hands. 

— Pl…please, you can’t…you can’t do this! It’s a crime, I was on medical duty, it’s…

König likes humans because they are dumb. Civilian humans are even cuter – run around, thinking their lives are protected by sets of laws and rules that, in fact, don’t apply to the strong – and you, in your full half-military half-civvie glory, are fucking perfect. You whine and sib, tears running down your face when he presses you under him. Your hand hits the hard rocks of the ground, and he shifts slightly, dragging you closer to a softer patch of grass. 

He laughs when you are trying to scramble from under him, your lower half is pinned by his weight – he is surprised you can still move. You move your pelvis, trying to get out – and he moans quietly when you start rubbing your crotch against his. You freeze, fear spreading on your face – god, he missed that feeling. When was the last time he got to actually breed someone? Or even just have sex with someone as cute? 

— You really think so, Schatzen? That rules will protect you? 

He moves his crotch against yours, making you sob a bit more. You’re sweet and compliant, and he just loves breaking soft things like you – it’s a desire to break, to destroy, to make you his. He knows that, technically, forcing himself on women from enemy lines really is a war crime. He also knows that if he’d managed to breed you with his eggs, monster laws would never allow you to separate after mating. 

Besides, it's not like he is going to let you go, so you could tell on him. König never believed in love at first sight, but you would be a perfect vessel for his eggs and his tentacles – what else would he need from a wife, right? 

— You’re pretty. 

He says plainly, his hand goes to rub your chest through the fabric of your uniform. You won’t need those ugly clothes anymore – he’d make sure to buy you something nice and frail that won’t make you too uncomfortable to carry his eggs. Maybe a soft, frail dress or some of those cute maternity clothes when your body starts to change. He can’t wait to see his breasts swelling with milk – even if his unfertilized eggs won’t need it, he certainly would. Even if you’re too weak to handle his load, he’d make sure to get you a nice, firm plug and keep you on his tentacles constantly. 

You start to sob even more when you understand what he is trying to do – when he rips your pants to reveal the softness of your cunt and the fragility of your [anties, you actually manage to push your legs against his dick a good few times. He is too aroused to notice – if anything, he likes how fiery you are, your little yells and loud screams for help. No one will come to aid you – he barked the orders for his soldiers to go and fuck around somewhere else while he was busy devouring his little prize. Colonel doesn’t like having an audience – if anything, he is saving your dignity right now. If anything, he is remarkably soft when he pushes one of his long, red tendrils down your body, massaging your pussy through your panties. 

You’re moist already when his tentacle finds a way to your labia. What a slutty nurse you are – getting off the enemy colonel breeding you in the middle of the battlefield. Your tears mean nothing when he is too busy massaging and pressing and playing with your sticky, puffy folds – poor girl, so deprived of attention that even the weird texture of his extensions only fuels your desire. 

So fragile, so perfect – and so, so wet that your adorable white panties are already become transparent, sticking to your soft pussy. When he takes you home, he’d make sure to forbid you from wearing any underwear at all – you would meet him dressing in nothing but his shirts, a hand on your tummy to support the weight of your eggs. Walls of your pussy clenching on the plug he’d make to insert in you every morning. 

— Don’t…please, don’t, n…

You whine ever so sweetly, trying to close your legs so he won’t be able to touch you. It’s futile, just one of his tendrils is ten times stronger than your hands. He gets through your closed legs, buried in the moistness of your sweet, perfect pussy. You taste heavenly – just one minute enough to make him hungrier than before. König’s mating season was often postponed due to constant adrenaline rushes and things he takes to enhance his battle abilities – but he can feel eggs pressing at the inside of his body now, preparing to be released in the sweet heat of your body. But he has to prepare you first. 

— Quiet now. It won’t hurt unless you want it to. 

His tendrils are coming to moisten your pussy even more – sweet numbness filling your body from the lower stomach and right to your head. Knowing that you must feel dizzy and just a tad bit dumb, König can’t wait but chuckle. He likes you empty-headed, adorable dumbness in your eyes. He knows that he doesn’t know you, that you might even already have a boyfriend on the civil side of your life – but he doesn’t care. His mind doesn’t easily fall for just anyone,  but if he saw a perfect vessel in you, there is no escape. At least he is nice enough to be gentle. 

You whimper slightly when he pushes the first tendril inside of you. Too impatient to use his hands or tongue to make you feel a bit more at ease – after all, you are still on the battlefield, even if your friends abandoned you to get picked up by KorTac. Too impatient to soothe you with his words, he uses one of his smaller, thinner tentacles to push your pussy walls, make you squeeze him and milk for all his worth. You are wet, but not enough to take him without crying. Hot and soft, the cold texture of his extensions contrasts with your body too much – you are shaking, he can feel slight vibrations at the soft walls of yours. 

Fitting him like a glove, too perfect to exist – he just wants to take you with him, to flip you on your tummy and push all of his tentacles inside. You’re tight and warm, you make him go crazy from desire. It’s weird how a strong and mighty colonel can be so charmed by just some enemy nurse, but when you whine slightly and try to adjust your body to fit more comfortably under him, he just knows that he has to take you. That, no matter how much you are crying and praying for him to stop, you want to be used by him. Perhaps, with certain training, you would want his eggs, too. 

Second tendril caught you by surprise. Just when you started to adjust to the weird, slimy feeling of something writhing inside of you, spreading your tight walls around it and clashing with the heat of your insides, a second, bigger one started to press on your clenched folds. You wanted to beg, to ask him to stop – you’re too tight for this, too small, you would never be able to take even just one of his tentacles, you were…

But his tendrils press easily, he accesses lube spreading between your legs. You are sobbing from the feeling, and he is laughing. His hand goes to rip the upper part of your clothing, revealing your midriff. Fingers pressing on your tummy, just to feel his tentacles inside – he laughs when the skin of your stomach is tensed up, revealing the outlines of his extension. God, he can’t wait to make your body swell from him. Even though the eggs are not bearing his children, he can imagine you and a bunch of little ones – you’d look much better like this than pretending to be a nurse. Honestly, what were you even trying to do on the battlefield? 

— Stay still, ja? 

— Too much! Please, n…no more…

— Poor thing. You’ll feel so much better after I add the third one. 

He knows that he is overstepping a bit, that your body isn’t used to taking something as big as his tentacles – but König also knows that his pre-cum makes you feel dizzy warm. Acting like a natural aphrodisiac, you won't be able to resist relaxing under him. The lubricant is enough to allow his other tentacle to force himself in your ass – he isn’t going to breed that hole yet, but it doesn't mean that he can’t use it. 

He groans loudly when your asshole clenches around him – he had to stretch you quite a bit, that sweet numbness of his precum isn’t making you relaxed enough to take him whole, but he is managing, one agonizing centimeter after another. At the point you’re out of breath, with your face all flushed, he already knows he fucking won – he knows that you, poor, fragile thing, isn’t going anywhere. He would say that he feels horrible about forcing you like this – but this is the start of a new, better life for you. Being the bride of a monster of his rank is a dream for any lowly human like you. Can go as far as to say you’re lucky he ever laid his eyes on you. 

— Stop, please…’s too much. 

— You feel good, Katzen. Relax, and you’ll be even better. 

— I don’t…please, just let me go, I…

— Is this your first time with a monster? 

— Yes. 

— Gut. Would break you in for me. 

He laughs at your whimpers, his hand goes to cradle your face in an almost soft expression. He gently presses his fingers across your skin, making you all nice and warm for him – he wants to kiss you all over, but the only thing he can do in his more monstrous form is to press one of his shorter tentacles against your lips, mocking the way normal people kiss. You sob, but he presses the tip on your mouth, passing it through your teeth – you would feel better after ingesting his pre-cum, can even clench around him so more, chasing your own pleasure. 

König wants you to feel good, so he presses his hand against your face, allowing you to tremble and cry as much as you want. He wants to be nice to you, so his other hand presses on your clit, finding the tense bud and breaking the nothingness between your legs. You tremble even more when he starts to spread your folds around his fingers, both of his tentacles working to milk your holes and spread you as much as possible. 

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear when both of the tendrils working on your pussy suddenly change their direction – they start to spread your walls instead of just fucking it. You feel exposed and vulnerable, he can see the pink flesh and glossiness of your cunt. It’s embarrassing for you, and he knows it – but god, you’re too fucking perfect to pass. 

You don’t even manage to ask him what he is doing when you feel something much larger pressing against your pussy. The biggest of his tentacles – almost as thick as an arm, pushing inside of you. He had a purpose, a desire to do something with you that you could never understand – silly humans know nothing about his biological need to push his eggs somewhere, of course, but you’re just fucking perfect. Too perfect to pass on this opportunity. 

You plead and cry when he presses further, a little bump on your tummy is obvious now, with each centimeter of his tendril pushing. When he finally bottoms inside of you, pressing directly against your cervix, you are too fucked out to even think. 

It’s painful, you think. Three thick tentacles roam inside your pussy, pushing and grinding against your gummy, tight walls – and another one of his extensions in your ass, writhing and massaging your insides. 

It’s pleasurable, you feel. The tentacles are uneven, cold, each little bump makes you cry out from pleasure, the overwhelming feeling is something you could never achieve with a normal dick. He cradles your face and chuckles softly when you moan and cry at the same time when he gently presses his red tendril against your soft lips, and you part them because you don’t want to resist anymore. Because you can’t resist anymore. 

— So good for me. Such a good girl, liked being fucked by the enemy. 

— I don’t like it! He laughs at your misery, pushing his tentacles back only to fuck you harder. He can feel the tension multiply in his stomach – he feels the movement of eggs forming from inside and pushing down the biggest one of his tendrils. 

When you first feel the pressure of an egg in your pussy, you want to scream. 

You scratch on his hands like a wild cat, clenching on him like crazy. If he didn’t see horror and shock on your face, he’d think you wanted him. You are tight, tighter than you were before – your pussy is closing around him, not letting him go, and he can only smile to himself when he feels every little bump sending electric shocks right into your core when you feel his eggs traveling from the start of his tendrils down, to your soft, welcoming womb. 

God, you will look perfect, all swollen and helpless – he can bring you a fucking collar, maybe push you on his lap and parade you as his precious wife for everyone to see. His scent lingers on your body, no matter if you want it or not. Silly human, you try to fight him like you didn’t lose the moment you let him pin your body. So perfect, he thinks of where you were before he found you. How many partners do you have, and how well would you play the role of his little breeding machine.

 He massages your tummy, with each egg taking its place in your womb. Soothes tense skin and whispers sweet promises in your ear when you cry and try to push him away. So perfect, so sweet for him – he doesn’t know the fuck he lived without you. 

When the last egg takes its place, making you bulge from all the weight inside of you, he can finally calm himself down enough to bring his human form partially. When he finally retracted his tentacles from your tired, sensitive body, not forgetting to press against your clit a good few times to prolong your unwanted, exhausting orgasm, he could finally press a kiss on your lips. 

You’re a mess – torn clothes, covered in cum and thick transparent slime, trembling and crying softly. You close your pussy around every one of his eggs like a good girl, and he knows you would be a perfect mating partner – but god, you need a good shower and soft mattress so he can try to fuck you again in his human form, and steal all the hugs and silly affections he wanted. 

— Will you let me go? 

He laughs, picking you up swiftly. So fragile in his hands, he doesn’t even want to think about letting you roam freely. 

— Of course not, Schatzen. Just get used to it, ja? 

[s1m0nth3swag]

Leon S. Kennedy Scenarios

Some sweet and short Leon Scenarios, all inspired by the wonderful @leonw4nter who sent me some of her ideas (gen love you for that)

Three scenarios in this one, all fluffy and cute because Leon deserves happiness, and I will be the one giving it to him !!!

Info about the scenario at the start of each one

[Leon says he isn't hungry, then proceeds to steal your food | Was intended for Death Island Leon, but honestly, I think it'd fit better for Vendetta]

You glare at your boyfriend of a year as you shovel food onto your plate. There was a usual way of going about this. Leon would say he wasn't hungry, that he'd eaten at work, and that you shouldn't make a serving for him as well. Each time, you'd stupidly trust his words, which would inevitably end in him casually helping himself to steal parts of your food, all under the disguise of suddenly being just a little bit hungry. This time, you were prepared. You had prepared a second serving and were ready to defend your food with your life.

You trotted to the couch of your shared apartment, flopped down on it, and swiftly put the TV on. Leon followed after you wordlessly, and you just instinctively knew he was up to something. He always was. He sat beside you, rested his head on your shoulder sweetly - you immediately held your food up as his hand shot out. “You said you aren't hungry!” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you scooted away from the other defensively. “Oh come on, that was so long ago. I just want a little taste!” Leon almost pouts, though the mischievous sparkle in his eyes instantly betrays him. “Fuck off! Get some yourself. There's still more in the kitchen!” You respond, kicking him playfully as he tries to get closer. He puts on his best expression of betrayal, trying to make you feel sorry for him. “That's all the way back there! I've already sat down. It ain't fair!” He exclaims. “Come on, just a little bit, please.” He pleads, resting his head on your knee as he stares up at you. He almost looks like a dog begging for food now. “No, get your lazy ass up and get it yourself.” You simply say, rolling your eyes as you casually continue eating.

Leon stares you down the entire time, waiting for the moment that his usual food manipulation tactic works - you stubbornly stand your ground, though. Each time he opens his mouth to complain once again, you simply shush him and tell him the exact placement of the rest of the food in the kitchen. After you finally set your plate down on the small table beside the couch, Leon huffs as he moves to sprawl himself on top of you. “You're awful.” He pouts, snuggling his face against the side of your neck. “Just get your own food, love. Ain't that hard.” You chuckle and run your fingers through his hair, feeling his following sigh as the air hits your neck. His arms wrap around you tightly as he snuggles further against you. “Isn't fair.” He mumbles. “You're supposed to share with me and shit.” You giggle. “I made you a second serving. You could've taken that, just saying.” Leon doesn't answer, too stubborn to do so as he rests on top of you.

“Next time.” He mutters after a while as you feel him smirk against your neck. “Sure.” You laugh softly. “Next time.”

[Matching Pyjamas with Death Island Leon]

Even though Leon grumbles about being too old for childish things like this, you know that deep down he is more than thrilled as you present him the clothes you had ordered. A set of matching hello kitty pyjamas that you had bought on a whim - you definitely needed to learn how to not spend your money on the most random things (the fact that you had used Leons credit card was a minor issue for that plan though). He looked at you, sighing as he watched how excited you were. “Please Lee, you only gotta wear them this once I swear!” You begged, and you swore it was visible that his facade crumbled down. “Fine, fine. This once.” He gives in, grabbing his set from your hands swiftly. “No pictures, no laughing or I swear you'll regret.” Leon then adds, slightly glaring at you because he knew for a fact that you had taken pictures of him sleeping before - in your defense, the way he cuddled up to you during the night was just too adorable. You quickly nodded, though, even if you planned on breaking that unspoken promise. You were pretty sure Leon knew that already.

He insisted on changing in the bathroom, something about it being a surprise - he probably just wanted to stare at himself in the mirror and rethink all his life choices. You hummed excitedly, patiently waiting as you sat on the side of your shared bed. The second he stepped out you grinned widely, giggling as he came to stand in front of you. “Happy?” He asked, answered by you snaking your arms around him while nodding. “Extremely so.” You sigh, resting your head against the soft fabric of the sleep shirt. “Good. Can we sleep now?��� He grumbles, his cheeks ever so slightly flushed. You knew he enjoyed this more than he wanted to let show. “Nuh uh! Gotta take pictures first!” You smile, and Leon groans as he realises that he'd be in for a longer night than he had planned.

[Re2 Leon being head over heels for you (and getting made fun of for it) No Outbreak!]

Leon can't help but grin widely at the text you've sent him, almost like he has to read it over and over again to have it imprinted on his brain or he'll die. He's taking his lunch break right now, nestled into one of the break rooms chairs. You've agreed to come see him and get him something to eat, because he totally forgot his food at home - he definitely didn't not take it on purpose so you'd have to come save him.

The two of you had only been dating for a month or so, but Leon already dreamed of a wedding and waking up next to you every morning - which had happened only once up until now. It had been a stormy day, and during the evening it only got worse, which led to you simply staying over. Leon still got that tingly feeling in his stomach when he remembered how cute you had looked with your bed hair. If he wasn't such a gentleman, or if he wasn't so shy about it, he wouldn't have let you go the whole day. He giggles as he looks back through old messages - he especially likes the outfit checks you sometimes send him, he can't help but grin at the pictures and videos, his cheeks flushing as he thinks about how wonderful you look, no matter what you wear. He comes across the one where you stayed home for a day, and he swears his heart bursts with how adorable you look in your pajamas.

Leon knows he's getting weird looks from his workmates, but he really doesn't care. He's in love, he's allowed to be a little giggly and blushy, even if the others don't agree. Chris looks over his shoulder briefly, sighing a soft “simp”, and Leon shoots him a glare before lighting up at the sight of you walking into the break room. He immediately jumps from his seat, moving to give you a hug. “Missed you, Baby.” He mumbles, face snuggled against your hair, taking in the soft scent of your shampoo. “Can't have missed them much when you're on your phone the entire time looking at their pictures.” Chris speaks, and Leon would be mad at that, if you weren't giggling as hugging him back. “Brought you some snacks.” You hum, and Leon's heart practically stops in his chest with how cute you are - as if he hadn't been the one to tell you to get him food.

Moments later, he sits at the table again, you on his lap, because he insisted that the chairs would be too uncomfortable for you. He munches on one of the sweet treats you had brought him while you spoke about your day so far, Leon was definitely the happiest guy alive right now. He places soft kisses on your neck and jaw every now and then, smiling at you. He'd definitely die happy if it was by your side.

[wreckedandpolemic]

helloo can you write something on actress readerxmatty? 👉👈

sorry u sent this 103747294 million years ago i Hope ur still around to see this

(minors dni) but i’ve had a problematic age gap celebrity reader idea bouncing around my mind palace for soo long like i'm picturing you're in your early twenties and on top of the world <3 just starred in your breakout role, it girl of the summer type stuff. and you're close friends with another younger artist matty's been working with, so you hear all these stories about him and 'i think you'd really like him, babe, honestly!' with a look. and, look, you're not not interested, but you just got out of a shitty relationship, and your career is really taking off, and– good god, he's hot.

he's visibly older than you, greying a little, all sharp lines and tattoos and vintage leather, a sly smile pulling at his lip when he catches you staring. he raises his glass to you, tilting his head in invitation. as if by some magnetic pull, your feet carry you into the seat beside him.

"hi," you say, waving down the bartender and ordering yourself a cocktail. "i'm a friend of thea's," you tell him, before he thinks you're some kind of stalker.

his mouth drops in an 'o' of recognition. "oh, shit," matty chuckles. "you're the girl from the... the film!" his face splits in a stupidly gorgeous grin, and you're sold, like you're a teenager with a crush all over again.

you raise an eyebrow, fighting to maintain your composure. "you saw it?"

"yeah," he says, eyes flickering down to your lips and sending a thrill skittering up your spine. "you were really good." from the way he's undressing you with his eyes, he's thinking about the shot of your tits. "i'm matty, by the way," he adds.

"i know," you grin. matty watches you curiously and you lean closer, turning your best bedroom eyes on him. he takes the bait, pink tongue flickering out to wet his lips unconsciously.

you expect him to be gone the next morning, expect the lingering memory of his hands on your skin to fade to a story you'll dramatise to your friends. and when his side of the bed is cold, you resolve to move on with your day, not to dither on your conversation, on his laugh, on his head between your thighs. then, he sticks his head around your door, hair mussed and dressed in nothing but boxers. you break into a smile, warmth flooding your chest. god, you really are like a teenager with a crush.

"morning, love," he grins, his voice low and thick with sleep. "where d'you keep your coffee?"

you blink in disbelief, the mundane, domestic question an impossibility rattling through your cynical mind. "it's, uh..." you sit up, raking a hand through your tangled hair. "i'll show you."

you spend the summer falling wildly, dramatically in love, like something out of one of your early, low-budget indie films. but, leaves change, summers end, real life comes creeping back in. you're shooting on location through september, thousands of miles away on a packed schedule, practically tearing your hair out trying to find time for him between filming and interviews and reshoots and whatever the fuck else is grappling for your attention.

the sky is overcast when you land. fitting. your co-star is a tall, blond, all-american type. the kind of man your fans, your agent, and even your parents are falling over themselves to see you date. so, naturally, you hate him. he's brash, abrasive in a way that's supposed to be charming but just comes off self-aggrandising. you grit your teeth and smile through it – you love your job, and you're having fun with the movie, but every second you spend playing at falling in love in soft, sunny los angeles makes you ache for sharp, rainy england and the man waiting there for you.

it's october by the time you get a few days to yourself, driven to distraction by tinny phone calls and grainy facetimes and nothing but your hand between your legs. you've been shooting the same kiss scene from a dozen angles for hours, desperately aggravated by your co-star's grin every time you pull apart, like he's just waiting for you to fall for him, and by knowing that matty is somewhere over the atlantic right now, inching closer by the second.

you're unfocused, and you can tell you're throwing the shoot, wasting daylight. ultimately, you're only prolonging your suffering (bit dramatic, but, hey, that's what you're paid for), but you've never been more grateful to have a director glare directly at you while wrapping. you nod dutifully as he gives his notes, the words going in one ear and straight back out the other, chased out by the singular thought circling your brain: in a few hours, none of this is going to matter because you'll have matty back.

you book it to the hotel, practically diving into the shower to to scrub yourself clean of your co-star's spidery hands. matty texts you that he's landed, and your body hums with anticipation as you get dressed. well, 'dressed' might be a stretch. a scrap of white lace clings to your waist, the matching babydoll dress doing nothing to protect your dignity. smirking to yourself, you snap a photo of your garter belt and the stockings clipped on, and send it to him. hurry please xx, you add. his reply is immediate. fuck. you're killing me.

the minutes tick by agonisingly slowly, every second weighing on you like a physical pain. finally, after what feels like hours, there's a soft tap at your door. you fluff your hair in the mirror, wiping at a smudge in your lipgloss with a thumb. taking your time while knowing matty's only feet away from you is excruciating, but there's still something delicious about making him sweat. he knows it too, playing your game and waiting instead of using his own key.

the moment you open the door, his mouth is on yours, hungry, open-mouthed kisses stealing the breath from your lungs. you luxuriate in the taste of him, familiar and intoxicating. "thank god," you mutter against his lips as he pulls away. "i was starting to forget what being kissed is supposed to feel like." something dark glitters in his eyes, spurring you on. "spent all day with that prick trying to chew my face off."

"well," he begins, jealousy scraping in his tone. "i guess we'll have to find a way to help you forget, then."

"mmm, is that so?" you whisper, taking a calculated step back. "how are you gonna do that, healy?"

the words die in his throat at the sight of you, his gaze burning as it roams over every inch of your skin, arousal pooling in your core and dripping between your legs. "you look..." he fumbles for words as you grin.

"i know."

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny had been following...ok, stalking his bio dad for a while now. He didn't have anywhere to go after Amity blew up and Clockwork just came out of no where almost a week after the initial incident to pretty much say, "Hey! You're adopted! Also you're a clone baby! This is the name and main alias of your parent and here's how you get to your home dimension!" Then he was gone.

Ancients.

Again, its not like he had anywhere to go and he had nothing better to do. So following around his fourteen year old father (his original?) and his scary bat mentor around a gross crime filled city at night seemed better than nothing. It felt kinda wierd calling him dad in his head but at the same time he didn't want to call him anything else. His inner Jazz said it might be his subconscious grasping for any safe or familial connections it can find, but whatever. He'll call him dad. Who will ever know?

He knows Clockwork told him not to interfere with any of the battles here. He was only ever meant to be a fly on the wall (actually he wasn't even supposed to be here but the old stopwatch couldn't really stop him) but it was so frustrating to see this Red Hood guy appear one day and start hurting his dad and not being able to do anything without exposing himself.

But nothing prepared him for the new Robin.

He hated the new Robin. He had everything Danny ever wanted and he chose to treat his family like that? The anger he felt towards RH was nothing compared to what he felt towards the new little bird. Damian would look around whenever he was alone, likely feeling they eyes on him from Phantoms intense glare. Good. He wanted the kid to know he was unwelcome.

Danny may have died at eight and become a superhero, but that didn't mean he couldn't hate another child vigilante if he was given enough reason to. Danny stopped aging after the explosion that ruined his afterlife and his inner Jazz had a lot of theories about that but in reality he knew why.

He had been waiting.

He knew the bats were mortal and one day Batman would be too old to fight and Robin -now Red Robin- would need a protégé of his own, right? Then he'd pop in and reveal himself as Tim Drakes long lost clone son and everything would be perfect.

Damian didn't just put a wrench in those plans. He ruined them entirely! If Batman is replaced by Damian than Red Robin will likely always be a sidekick.

And sidekicks don't need sidekicks of thier own.

So Phantom made it his afterlifes mission to make Damians stay in Gotham as miserable as possible to make him leave. He would make sure Damian would go back to whereever he came from at the first available opportunity, even if he had to possess the whole city to do it.

----

Danny took cover with some other kids in a nearby clothing store. The riddler was one of Batmans common rogues and was dangerous. He and the others watched in horror as a third party, likely a gang of some kind that didn't appreciate a hero battle on thier turf, stupidly fired a freaking rocket launcher at the two of them. The projectile missed the mark by a large margin and hit a nearby business tower, sending rubble and debris down of the two fighters. Riddler was quickly pinned while Batman eventually got pinned after a few really cool evasive maneuvers. Red Robin went to assist while Robin went to fight the gang members. A lucky shot from one of the gang members got RR in the leg, sending him down momentarily.

Danny managed to rally the other kids to help dig Batman and Riddler out from where they were trapped by stealing a bunch of black hoodies for them to wear and ripping up a black shirt for them to wear as blindfolds. They could see out of them just fine, but it would hide thier identities from all parties.

Together they rescued the pair and Danny silently rejoiced at helping Red Robin limp away and treat his wound at a safer location. As much as he wanted to let this interaction last, he knew he had to bouce once RR started asking him questions.

Phantom later looked at himself in the reflection of a piece of building material. He had been told before that a ghosts appearance could change based on significant events in thier afterlives. Seeing his former symbol on his chest had disappeared and the smooth crisp edges of the black blindfold that had materialized on his face he knew what had happened. And he knew he would do anything to be with his father again.

His efforts to get rid of Damian intensified.

[eddiemunsonw]

Atonement - PART 1

PART 1 - PART 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: Munch has taken Gator captive to let him atone for his sins, you try to convince him not to by any means necessary

CW/Disclaimer: Violence (maiming), contains 'spoilers'

Author's note: Spoilers ahead, in a way. It's based on early on previews we have had, as well as the latest preview for episode 9. I had a fix-it urge before the fix-it event has even occurred.

Words: 2016

Screams echoed across the empty land, making you quicken your step. It didn’t surprise you that it had come this far, not in the slightest. You had told him to stay as far away from him as he could, but he decided to be cocky. Which… in some way, you understood. His thing with Munch was the only part of his life he currently felt in control of, or desperately wanted to be in control of. The man who was supposed to be dead by his gun had instead broken his arm, kicked him in the balls and left him hunched over like a loser vomiting in the grass for his dad to find. That wasn’t a pretty sight, for neither of them. Or you, for that matter. 

Because despite the stupidly disgusting things that left his mouth on occasion, you cared for him. Why? Maybe because you knew where it came from. With a father like that, being fed his atrocious beliefs all his life and hardly being met with any opposition, it was probably harder to reflect on your own actions even if you should. Maybe because when you told him off he actually started to look remorseful. Maybe because, under all that douchebag behavior, you knew there was more to him. He had shown you on rare occasions when he let his guard down. Not on purpose, that’s for sure. But he had.

As for you, you knew Munch. Sort of. A long time ago, he had taken up one of the rooms above the bar. You had been scared of him, especially since he only showed up when he knew you were the only one behind the bar. The other patrons paid him no mind, but you did. How could you not? He only used the room to sleep. He’d come in late and be gone by the time you opened up the next day. You thought maybe he was homeless and you didn’t have the heart to tell your boss, the owner of the bar, that you had a freeloading guest. The rooms were barely used as it was, so you assumed it wouldn’t hurt. One night, a guest had been particularly difficult for you and at one point things had seemed to get out of hand and suddenly there had been Munch, snapping his neck like a twig and dragging him out of the bar without a word. That was the last time you’d seen him.

So when Gator mentioned his name, you had mixed feelings. You worried for Gator, knowing you wouldn’t want to be on Munch’s bad side. You were also, in some way, glad that Munch was okay. However after hearing that Munch broke Gator’s arm, you weren’t so sure if you should. Gator loved boasting about his achievements, was very quiet about his failures. He was all too giddy to tell you that he placed a tracker under Munch’s car and despite the many times you tried to talk him out of it, he had gone. He went, killed Munch and accidentally killed an old lady who decided to attack him with a bag of oranges for some reason.

Little did he know that the old lady and Munch had had a similar silent agreement as you had with Munch in the past. And little did he know that he’d simply shot through the head of a corpse that Munch had killed off earlier, rather than the man himself. Of course, it hadn’t been hard for him to figure out that Gator was behind it. Neither was it hard for him to decide he must be punished.

You had known something was up when Gator didn’t answer his cell. He never missed your calls, or he’d call back immediately. Something was up. When you finally found his car on the side of the road, the screams from afar gave you all you needed to find him. Munch hadn’t bothered to lock the shed, he even didn’t look up from Gator’s fear struck face when you stomped inside.

“Munch, let him go, please.”

Slowly, he turned his head to face you, but not before slicing a thick line through Gator’s cheek with the dull knife in his hand. He screamed.

“The boy has to pay for his sins,” Munch said, in that same, dull tone he always used. Smiled weakly as he turned back to face Gator, who tried to blink the blood away as it ran into his eye.

“It was an accident,” you tried, ignoring the fact that Gator had very much tried to kill the man. This was about the old lady after all.

“Foolish girl should not say foolish things.”

“Please, I can teach him to be better, he can learn—”

“A boy must learn to listen to what is not being said.”

With that said, Munch moved the knife closer to one of Gator’s eyes, who whimpered shakily, softly pleading, begging him not to.

“He does not need to see, as the cruels of this world fuel the ill part of his existence.”

“I need— I need my eyes, please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt her. I-I-I’m sorry I tried to kill you! I only wanted for my dad, for Roy to be proud. To see me.”

Munch laughed in the creepiest sense of the word.

“To want the devil himself to be proud of one is to sin with the deepest desire for ruin.”

“I’m good— P-Please, I can be good, I promise! Please Y/N, tell him! Tell him!”

You placed a hesitant hand on Munch’s shoulder, letting go of a shaky breath as you crouched down.

“Please don’t hurt him. Can’t you see? He’s hurting enough from the turmoil inside. It’s Roy who you should go after, he’s the real monster. Gator is only… the product of it. He’s not beyond repair, Roy is. Please, Munch.”

Munch looked up again, considering your words. He got up and rummaged around in his bag, giving you a chance to really look at Gator. He was tied up, both hands and feet and even had a rope around his neck keeping him down. Tears had found their way down across all sides of his face, many streaks mixed with blood of his own. Munch had taken his time making tiny cuts all over his face. You didn’t dare touch him, in fear of Munch getting the wrong idea and ruining whatever small chance you had to save him. Gator’s lower lip trembled and you forced yourself to look at him, trying to convey without words that you’d do anything to get him out of there. You had already been looking around for anything to use as a weapon other than the pocket knife you carried. When Munch sat back on the low stool, he presented you with a square piece of iron attached to a stick. On top of the squared piece was a symbol that you only recognized from the back of Munch’s neck. You had no idea what it meant, or why he was showing it to you, but it could hardly mean anything good.

“Balance is a means used to eradicate evil and maintain the good. The girl is good, the boy is not. The burden of balance must be shared, if the girl wishes for the boy’s release.”

Gator and you watched as munch stuck the iron into the fire, heating it up. Finally realizing what he was saying, Gator turned his head to you and shook his head.

“No, Y/N, don’t. You can’t!”

“I can’t let him take your eyes either,” you said softly, the tremble in your voice betraying your fear. Gator continued to plead, to whom he wasn’t sure. You on the other hand, turned around and bared your neck.

The searing hot metal made you nearly lose your vision as you screamed out from the pain and it was only for Munch holding you up that you didn’t collapse. With uncharacteristic gentleness, he placed a cloth on top and helped you hoist up your clothes again. Gator was next. He didn’t try to fight back as Munch released him, not after you endured this for him, turned around wordlessly so Munch could do the same to him. His hand sought yours behind him and he clutched it tightly as soon as Munch moved away. Neither of you dared to move as Munch gathered his things. Not another word was spoken until Munch left the shed, and another ten minutes passed before Gator turned around to face you.

Guilt was etched deeply into his frown, the blood only deepening the gentle wrinkles on his forehead. Then, he quietly got up, helped you up and held the door of the shed open for you so you could leave. You both didn’t have to wonder whether Munch was gone. He only stayed somewhere with purpose, not just to wander about. It was done, so he was gone. Just as you arrived at the car, Gator turned to face you.

“Why?”

The silence stuck around for a while.

“Because I can’t see you get hurt. You’re hurting enough.”

Gator sighed shakily, his trembling hands trying to find the vape that had long since been discarded somewhere during the wrestle he and Munch had had.

“That’s not for you to fix.”

“I know.”

You didn’t care.

“Roy would have just let me suffer. Would think I’d deserve it too for being such a failure.”

“I know.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You do.”

Gator shook his head.

“No, Y/N, I really, really don’t.”

“I love you,” you whispered. It came as a surprise to you as well. You were his friend, you had always been just his friend and while you had considered the option sometimes, you never thought you’d actually act on it. You weren’t sure if you should regret it now, seeing the astonished look on Gator’s face.

Gator realized in the back of his mind that he had never, not once, been told these words. By no one. He didn’t think he’d ever hear them, nevertheless so sincerely, warm and loving. He closed the distance between you two so quickly that you gasped. His arms curled around you, though they never touched. His exhale was shaky and so were his hands when they carefully wrapped around your waist. He flinched as he felt your hands rest on some of the cuts Munch had made on his back earlier, but didn’t care enough about the pain to stop you from hugging him back.

“I’m sorry,” Gator whispered. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m—”

“Shh, it’s okay,” you whispered back as you felt his fingers dig into you all the way through your jacket.

“It’s not, it’s not okay. I— you’re— maimed for life, because of me.”

“I chose to do that.”

“I don’t—”

“You do deserve me.”

Somewhere between his apologies, he started crying. Clutching at your jacket like his life depended on it and heaving into your neck. You cried too, but from relief. Munch had allowed your compromise to give Gator a second chance, and it was worth it. You’d do anything for him.

Gator leaned back finally, to look at you, his savior. His friend. The friend who said she loved him, whatever that meant. Stared at you longer, realized he needed to know. If all went to hell, it might as well go to hell today.

Rough hands, dirtied up with dried blood took the gentlest hold of your face before chapped lips brushed against yours, waiting. Yours moved against his, the softness of your tongue soothing his own. You tasted his blood but by no means would it stop you from kissing him, his body pressing yours against the side of his car, his gentle hand covering the back of your neck to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally hurt you.

I love you too.

It wasn’t said with words, but in a world where words were limited, sometimes actions were more than enough.

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[whitneysgang2019]

You Remind Me of Her

Spike Spiegel x Fem Reader SMUT

Watched and finished Cowboy BeBop and thought it was pretty good. Which means it's time to write an angsty, smutty one shot. It's a really, REALLY long one so settle in. Things get a lil spicy in more ways than one but it's all good. Spike is a sweet, broken baby and he deserves all the love. Minor's this is NOT for you, please walk away. Enjoy my dears.

WARNING: 18+, Minors DNI, SPOILERS, TRIGGER WARNINGS: angst, heated conversations/arguments, smoking, talk of past traumas, slight gaslighting, STRONG mentions of past abuse, breakdown, angst to fluff, reconciliation, reassurance, soft foreplay, fingering, oral (m receiving), comfort sex (p in v), praise kink if you squint, all the lovey-dovey stuff, cum on body, cuddles.

It was supposed to be a quiet night, with Jet out looking for info on a bounty, Faye blowing all her money at the casino, and Ed and Ein on some wacky adventure of their own. You figured you'd have the Bebop to yourself and that Spike would tag along with another one of your comrades. But being the stubborn man he is, he stayed back, wanting some time to himself as well. For a good bit of the night, you both kept to yourselves, he took a cat nap, and you cleaned up the Bebop.

While you were cleaning the kitchen you thought you might try and spend some time with Spike rather than avoid him, seeing as it might come off as rude if you ignored him. After you finished cleaning you put on some comfy clothes in place of your work ones and made your way to the living space. You saw Spike was still lightly sleeping on the couch. You gently bumped his leg, jolting him awake from his dream. He furrowed his brows as he looked over to you.

"Was that really necessary?" he grumbled, annoyed that you woke him. You chuckled to yourself as you sat on the floor next to him, now being at eye level with him. Telling him he shouldn't sleep the entire day away in hopes to lighten his mood. That only seemed to make things worse though. He gave an exasperated sigh as he sat up and pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He blatantly stated that he didn't want to be woken up and that he would've preferred to keep sleeping. You furrowed your brows,

"Well there's no need to be a jerk about it," you pulled yourself up from the floor. You looked at him and crossed your arms, wanting him to talk about what was bugging him, even though you never outright said it. He looked at you with bitter-cold eyes,

"Well maybe if you left me alone there wouldn't be an issue," he spat as he flicked his lighter and took a few puffs until the end burned a bright orange. You sighed heavily, your fingers gripped the sleeve of your shirt to keep yourself calm and collected,

"Im sorry if I bothered you, I just wanted to spend some time with you. Feels like its been a long time since the two of us spent any time together and just hung out you know ."

You two weren't super close, but close enough to where you'd hang out, talk, and occasionally hook up to pass the time. You both knew it would never lead to anything, but you stupidly developed feelings for the floofy-haired man anyways. You wanted to be the one to support him. But he never really showed interest in having a relationship with you, or anyone for that matter. The only time he showed any interest in anything was when his past was brought up, and especially when a certain someone was mentioned. It was those moments where he would either would open up or close off completely. And at that moment you could tell he was thinking about her and his past as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, clearly irritated with you.

"Yeah, and?" He didn't look at you when he asked. You felt the heat of anger and resentment rise in your cheeks, finding it hard to keep your composure.

"And I thought we could spend a little bit of time together, is that such a heinous request," you spat back at him.

"Whenever you want to 'spend time together' it usually means you wanna sleep with me, and im gonna pass on that." Your arms fell to your sides and clenched into fists. You took an audibly deep sigh,

"Believe it or not I don't always wanna sleep with you, sometimes I do just want to talk," you rebutted. He took another puff, and exhaled heavily, still not making eye contact with you,

"Heh, could've fooled me," he mumbled, the cigarette never leaving his lips as he spoke. You scoffed in disbelief and crossed your arms over your chest once again, scowling at him. Spike had always been a bit snarky, it seemed it was just in his nature, but the comment he made was pure spite.

"For the love of Christ what the hell is your problem?"

He adjusted to a position where he was slouching and one arm rested crossed on his thigh, while the other reached for his half-smoked cigarette,

"I already told you," he said before taking in another long, exasperated drag. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics,

"Don't give me that bullshit Spike, we both know that's not true," you bitterly spat.

You both were getting visibly frustrated at that point. Spike's leg began to lightly bounce up and down and your fingers tapped against your arms.

"Even if something was bothering me it's none of your goddamn business," he said finishing his cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray beside him.

"Spike, please, I just wanna-" you were cut off by Spike standing up abruptly, now fuming with anger in his eyes,

"Fine, since you wanna know so fuckin' badly I'll tell you! When I sleep, I'm never at peace with myself, if it's not one thing from my past it's another. Not that you would understand." He said sitting back down, defeated and frustrated. You sat next to him, hoping he would allow you to comfort him,

"I might understand it more than you think," you said as you reached for his hand, only for him to pull away.

"No, you don't understand. You don't understand what it's like to lose the one person who loved you for what you were, even though they knew you were inherently bad. You'll never know what it's like to have to just walk away from the life you knew and the people you loved and cared about. You'll never know what that's like, ever." Angered by his remark you rebutted,

"You have no right to say that whatsoever when you know very little of what my past was like. Not once have ever implied that kind of attitude towards your past and what you experienced. Do not say I don't understand, because, believe it or not I do know what it's like " you said getting up and preparing to leave the room.

"You're the one who just had to push. This is what you wanted to know, and you got what you asked for," he snapped as stepped in front of you, blocking your way to the exit.

"At least I'm not a hypocrite. How you always say that we should let our pasts stay in the past. But as soon as she's brought up that philosophy is out the window and is suddenly the only thing that fucking matters. But when it's one of us it shouldn't be bothered with and we should leave it alone and move on. Just because she keeps popping up in your dreams doesn't mean we get to put everything on hold to chase after you chasing after her," you said as you struggled to push him aside to make your way to the bathroom, but he remained still.

"At least I still care about the people in my past. I didn't just up and leave and abandon the people I loved because I wanted to. That's the difference between you and me, I was loyal to the ones I loved-" Before he could get another word in you slapped him, hard. Tears began to swell and threatened to fall from your eyes as he brought his hand to his face and attempted to rub the sting out of his cheek. But you would never let him see them, not like this.

"How dare you? You have no right to bring that up. Because you don't know the whole story of what happened. And I didn't abandon them, if we're going to bring up abandonment, Julia is a perfect example. She abandoned you, Spike, and if she really gave a damn about you she would've showed up that day and ran away with you. But she didn't. So, as you always say, let it go and move on," you said, pushing him as hard as you could, finally getting him to move aside. He stared at you in awe as you made your way to the door,

"She would've never abandoned me," he stated lightly as he reached for another cigarette.

"Could've fooled me," you replied harshly as you exited the room and made your way down the hall to the bathroom.

You slammed the door and locked it behind you, you took a deep breath as you made your way to the tub. You turned the knobs and let the water fill the porcelain vessel. Tears began to fall as the water ran, drowning out the sounds of your stifled cries. The feeling of guilt set in the pit of your stomach as memories began to flood your mind. Particularly the ones that were brought up in the argument.

You sank down in the steaming water, shuddering at the warmth that rushed through your body while pondering on the past. Tears continuing to stain your face as you wondered deeper into your thoughts.

You were part of a family at one point in time, to a home where a couple took in lost, orphaned, or abandoned children. During the early years of being there you never felt the need to run away on or be your own, you always felt incredibly safe and secure. You helped out around the house, did your chores, and got along well enough with your housemates. Until you got a little older, and then things began to change. Your father began acting differently toward you, more aggressive and irritable. And it only got worse after his wife passed away unexpectedly. He would start taking his aggression out on you and some of the of the other girls living in the home. It started off small, whether it was pushing you aside harshly or random flicks on the head to keep you in line. Then it progressed in to hitting, manhandling, and kicking while you were doing chores or playing with the other kids. It was to the point where it was everyday that the abuse took place. You and a few of your housemates were bruised, bloodied and beaten to the point of unconsciousness, while other housemates were used for more sinister acts. Anyone who fought back was either beaten senseless and kicked out, or never seen again. No matter what it was something would set him off and he would go into uncontrollable rages, and you had no choice but to take the beatings. You were young, defenseless, and had nowhere else to go, therefore you had no choice but to endure the constant abuse.

Until one day you found your out.

You were able to save back enough woolongs from odd jobs to get a one way trip off world, but you alone. Woolongs were hard to come by in the household and being able to build up what you had seemed like a miracle in itself. You planned to make your escape late into the night, after everyone was asleep, and taking only what you needed to survive.

When the time came you were quick and quiet about it. Woolongs and suitcase in hand, you quietly walked down the stairs and out the front door. You looked behind you saddened and guilt coursing through your entire bod. You wanted to bring them all with you and give them a better life. but unfortunately it just wasn't possible. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to go forward. But you found the strength deep within you and walked away, never looking back after. The memories of your housemates flooded your mind as you made your way on the ship alone, blocking out all the sounds of the station. You found yourself a seat and watched as the ship began to take off, and you looked down on that planet for the last time.

You submerged yourself under the water, hoping it would help shake off the memories of that dreadful place. As much as you hated to admit it, you and Spike were similar when it came to your pasts, but you both reacted much differently from one another. You would find yourself entranced in fear and guilt, afraid that you made the wrong decision or that you didn't try hard enough to help yourself and those who you left behind. Remembering the abuse you endured, as well as being reminded of emotional and mental scars that were left for you to carry.

Reemerging from the lukewarm water for air, you couldn't handle the thoughts that were running rampant in your head. The quiet tears that had been falling now turned to violent sobs of anguish. You couldn't hold it in, after all the time that had passed, you couldn't find the strength hold it back anymore. It hurt to think about it, to think that you turned your back on them, even though you didn't have any other choice.

After you rode out your breakdown you finished your bath and pulled yourself up and out of the tub. Grabbing a towel you wrapped your body up and went to the sink to wash your face. Looking in the a mirror, a red, swollen, puffy eyed face looked back at you. Sighing heavily you splashed cold water on your face, hoping it would help with the redness and swelling.

After drying off and putting your clothes back on you looked at yourself again, still puffy and red. It seemed it was going to be a bit before it went back to normal.

Slipping quietly out of the bathroom you made your way across the ship to your room. You let yourself fall back onto the bed, hoping you'd just crash, and you that's exactly what you did.

...

Weeks passed since the argument between the two of you. Neither one saying much to the other during that time. You both tried your best to not think about what happened, ignoring the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were courteous when you interacted with him, which hadn't been often. Whether it was during missions or at meal time. You could tell it was bothering him though, he wanted you to say something, anything, to be angry and upset with the way he spoke to you that night. But you felt it was best to move on from it rather than bringing it back up and continue a senseless conversation.

It had been a hard day for you, you lost a bounty and Jet had been harping on you to keep up with the rest of the gang, seeing as you'd been slipping behind lately. During those weeks you spent most of your time in your room laying in bed crying, overthinking, and sleeping, so you didn't get as much training in as you should. You didn't want to cause a fuss with your shipmates thought so you kept to yourself and tried to do your best to get through your fragile state. But Jet being the kind of man he was, he could see right through you,

"I don't know what's going on between you and Spike, but you gotta figure that shit out and get your head back in the game Y/N," he said as you were traveling back to your room after returning from the failed mission. You gave him a sadden expression,

"I know, I'm sorry Jet, I just need to get some things figured out before I talk to him is all. But don't worry about me, I'll be ok, really ," you said giving him sad eyes with a forced smile. He gave you a sympathetic expression and put his metallic hand on your shoulder giving you a pat of reassurance,

"I hope so kid, if you ever need anything I'm here for ya. Just get back to being the Y/N we know and love, ok?"

You pulled him into a quick but loving hug, fighting the urge to cry,

"Thank you Jeb, you're the best." Pulling away you gave him an appreciative smile and made your way to your room, not realizing a certain someone had overheard the interaction.

...

You spent the rest of the day in your room, cleaning up and reorganizing to keep your mind busy, but when you couldn't clean or reorganize anymore you stripped down and crawled into bed. Though it was difficult, you were finally able to drift off to sleep.

There was a loud banging on your door that caused you to jolt up from your slumber, groaning in frustration you wrapped yourself in your blanket, pulled yourself out of bed, and walked to the door. A stoic Spike was waiting on the other side when you opened up,

"Hey," you said still half asleep. You looked at him groggily, he was shirtless and in a pair of light grey sweats, but you didn't pay too much attention to his attire considering the circumstances. He grunted lightly and pushed past you into your room, almost knocking you down. Sighing deeply you closed the door behind you and followed him into your room. He sat down at the foot of you bed while you walked to the head and sat, putting some distance between you both.

"It's late Spike," you said while fiddling with the blanket that clung to your body.

"Yeah, " he replied while flicking his lighter on and off. A bit of silence passed until you spoke up, your breath getting caught in your throat while asking,

"Why are you here?"

"I wanna talk," he stated in a whisper. Spike adjusted so he was now sitting cross legged on the bed and pulled a cigarette out from his pant pocket,

"You mind?" You shook your head in response, knowing it wouldn't matter if you did. Once he lit his lighter and took a puff the room began to fill with smoke, and a stoic expression fell on his face once again.

"What did you wanna talk about," you asked while turning your face the other way as to not inhale the smoke directly. He grumbled at your question, holding back what he wanted to say. It took some time, but after a few more grumbles and mutters to himself he finally spoke,

"About that night, when we argued," your head snapped back in his direction, unsure and anxious of where the conversation was headed.

"I've been thinking a lot about what was said from both of us, but mostly what I said. And even though a lot of the things that were said were true, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the things I said and how I treated you. It wasn't right of me to do that" he said gritting the cigarette between his teeth. You frowned,

"What do you mean by that?"

"What?"

"What do you mean by a lot of things that were said were true," you pried at him as you clutched the blanket. The smoke in the room was getting heavy and you began to cough, he sighed and put the cigarette out, seeing as it was clearly bothering you.

"What I mean is that some of what you said was true, like how I always run after her when I get even the slightest hint of where she is. And that whenever anything is brought it becomes the only thing that matters. It's one of those things I can't explain," he said falling back on to the bed. Your body relaxed, you looked at him as he laid there, lost in thought and an expression of confliction. You were about to speak, but he beat you to it,

"And I feel bad about what I said to you. It wasn't fair of me to assume what happened, and throwing it back in your face was wrong. I'm sorry," he said in a soft voice. His hand ran through his hair as he shuffled. He wasn't used to being this open or soft with anyone, anyone that wasn't her. Feeling you could open up to him now in this moment, you spoke calmly,

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have pushed as much as I did. I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I just wanted you to be open with me, like you were with Julia. And when I didn't get that, I lashed out at you, at that wasn't fair of me to do. I shouldn't have expected you to be as intimate with me as you were in your past. I'm really, truly sorry Spike," you said wholeheartedly as you pat his shoulder lightly. He jumped slightly in surprise but soon relaxed into your touch. He furrowed his brows as he turned his face towards you,

"You remind me of her, you know. To the point where it hurts," he said as he placed his hand in yours.

"How so?"

"It's the little things you do. The way you handle situations so calmly and treat everyone with compassion. But mostly it's the way you look at me. You have that spark in your eyes that she had, and its like seeing a ghost that continuously lingers. I know you're not her, and I don't expect you to be. And Im not sure how to manage these feelings I have, but I'm trying to be better." He sat up and turned to face you, his hand never leaving yours. His eyes finally meeting up with yours for the first time in weeks. The soft glow from the stars flowing into your room from thewindow illuminated the uniqueness of them. Captivated by his features you found yourself at a loss for words,

"Y/N, I promise that no matter what, I'll never use what happened in your past against you ever again. And I want you to know that when you're ready, I'll be more than willing to listen to all of it," he said as he softly cupped your cheek with his free hand. A few stray tears fell down your cheeks and he gently wiped them away as you spoke,

"Thank you Spike. You don't how much that means to me. And I promise to do the same for you whenever you're ready," you whispered softly to him. The glittering his eyes from the soft light shifted in something in you, what little bit of anger you had left for him melted away. And then a new feeling bubbled up inside you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in quite a while. You felt yourself drawing closer to him, feeling a bit bold, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek,

"Thank you again Spike," you said as you gave him an expression of gratitude. He smiled softly in response, but you could tell he was still holding something back, something strained. His hands moved from your tear stained cheeks down to your bare shoulders, his eyes hazy and a faint dusting of pink in his face. You felt the heat rising all throughout your body, and your self control depleting with each passing second. Lust overcame your better judgement and you closed the space between you with a soft kiss. It was loving, yet needy all the same as your hands slowly ran down his shoulders and to his chest. You expected him to pull back, but instead he deepened the kiss and tightly gripped your shoulders. Pulling away to take a breath, your lips flushed and slightly swollen, you felt a spur of guilt in your chest,

"I'm sorry Spike, I shouldn't have done that," you stated disappointingly as you turned away from him and took your hands off his chest. Only to be met with his hand bringing your gaze back to his,

"Do it again." His eyes dark and glassy with desire as your lips gently crashed on to his once again. You slowly fell back on to the soft mattress. You slowly snaked your arms down his back in attempts to pull him closer, his calloused hands wandering down to your waist to do the same. He gave a slight groan as the kiss got more intense and sloppy, the need for his touch coursing through your veins once his grip tightened on your waist. He pulled away with a gasp for air as he looked at you, your face red as a rose and eyes half lidded with want,

"You're so pretty," he said in a breathy whisper.

He pulled you in close and his head dipped into your neck. His hair tickled your neck as his flushed lips make contact with your sensitive skin. A shiver flowed through your body as he began to sweetly suck on the skin, holding back your moans for the sake of your shipmates. As he left them one by one down to your collarbone he lightly tugged on the blanket still wrapped tightly around you. Pushing him up and off you for just a moment so you could get into a better position, you teasingly peeled the blanket off of you, slowly revealing your flushed skin. The way the stars light fell on your naked form left Spike breathless. Though he'd seen you naked many times before, the way the light fell on you, the expression on your face, and maybe just the reassurance that you understood him in that moment made him see you in an entirely different light. You held out your arms to him, coaxing him to come back to you. His hands caressed the plush skin of your thighs as he continued to leave hickeys down your collarbone and to your chest. Your heavy breathing and stifled moans filled the small space as he began to suck on the soft flesh and slowly moved to the hardened bud. As he took your nipple in his mouth, one of his hands moved to the other and began to roll and pinch it between his nimble fingers. You yelped at the bursting sensation coming from your chest,

"Spike," you quietly moaned out to him. Gripping his hair lightly as a way to keep you grounded from losing yourself. Everytime the two of you did this you found it very easy to lose yourself in the heat of it all and fully surrender yourself to him. But this time you were reluctant to do so. Not because you were afraid, but because of what you knew. The nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach knowing were never going to be her, not matter how hard you tried to be. He would always want her, and that hurt you,

"Hey, what's wrong," he said, concern lacing his voice.

"It's nothing," you sighed lightly as you twirled his hair between your fingers. He moved his hands to your face brought your gaze to his,

"Talk to me pretty girl." You tried coming up with a plausible excuse, but he could see right through you,

"You're thinking about her aren't you?" You nodded your head and looked away from him, shame spread across your face. He smirked at you lovingly and his hand moved down in between your thighs and rubbed against your sensitive, slick nether regions. A surprised, pleasure filled moan escaped you as he spoke,

"Don't think about her Y/N, right now the only thing I want you to think about is me. Because what I'm thinking about in this moment, the only thing I care about right now, is you. I want to please you, to touch you, and make you feel loved. Shes in the past, and you're here with me, and I want it to stay that way for as long as possible," he said as his pace became more intense, pleasure surged through your body in blissful spasms. You found a sliver of comfort knowing that he wanted you as much as you wanted him in this moment, and at that point you let yourself go completely. You couldn't hold in your moans and ragged breaths as his pace became almost too much to bare. His slender fingers slowed a bit as he moved down your slit and inserted a digit in to you. You covered your mouth and moaned sinfully into your palm as he went slowly in and out of you,

"Uncover your mouth sweetheart, I wanna hear every sound you make for me" sincerity and need dripping off his tongue as he spoke. You moved your hand, but still tried to keep the volume minimal. He added another digit and his pace quickened once more. Your moans started to become more frequent as you felt your orgasm approaching steadily. He curled his fingers against your walls, earning a squeal from you,

"Spike, if you keep that up," you said pitifully in between gasps. This didn't stop him from slowing his pace though.

"I want you to cum for me pretty girl," he said sinfully as he kept up his pace. As if on cue, you clenched around his fingers and let your orgasm flow through you. The moan you let out was much louder than you would've liked, but you didn't care, you felt amazing. He pulled out of you, his fingers covered in your slick.

He wiped in on his pants before removing them hastily, revealing his painful hard cock. The tip a flushed rosy color and a bead of precum slowly dripping down. You crawled over to him and looked up into his eyes pleadingly. He gave a slight nod, his breathing hitched at the the thought of what you were about to do. You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue it, tasting the salt from his precum. You teased the tip a little more, earning light groans and ragged breaths from Spike before taking him fully into your mouth. He let out a whimper as you began to take I'm entirely into your mouth and down your throat. His noises like music to your as you want painfully slow,

"Fuck, it feels so good," he groaned as he ran a hand through your hair, wanting to take control, but not giving in to his primal desires. He wanted to be gentle with you and made sure that you were as comfortable as possible. His fingers ran through your hair as you began to quicken your pace, feeling the tip of his cock lightly hitting the back of your throat. It wasn't enough to hurt you, but you definitely knew it would be something you'd feel the next day. You could feel him pulsating against your hollowed cheeks, knowing he would last too much longer if you kept this up. You found yourself in a rhythm that made him quiver and whimper everytime you took him fully, hoping you'd get him to finish as soon as you could. But, despite Spike wanting nothing more than to cum down your throat, he gently stopped you. His cock sliding out of your mouth with a pop,

"Not yet pretty girl," he said wiping away the little bit of saliva that dipped from the corner of you mouth.

He lifted you up to him and kissed you with heated passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he pushed you back on to the bed. His hand roamed down to your thighs and proceeded to spread them,

"You ready," he asked in a hot, breathy whisper against your ear.

"Yes Spike, please," you pleaded, your skin on flushed and sensitive as ever and your pussy aching. He slowly thrusted into you, you clenched around him as a reflex to the slight relief you felt. Both of you moaning at the initial thrust,

"Fuck," he cried out. He brought you in close and began to slowly thrust in to you once you were fully adjusted. His fingers traced circled on your shoulder blades and he placed butterfly kisses down your forehead and cheeks. Feeling him pick up the pace, your moans became more prominent and carried throughout the room. You found yourself submitting to him once more as your moans got louder and louder with each thrust, not caring who heard the two of you.

"I love the sounds you make Y/N," he groaned out. You gave an incoherent gasp in response. He brought his gaze to yours,

"You're so fucking pretty like this, taking my cock so well. You're doing amazing sweetheart," he said losing himself to your gaze. The look of pure love and lust in your eyes was nearly too much to bear for him. He always thought you were an attractive person, even before you two started doing this. But as he got to know you, he thought you were one of the prettiest people he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. And when he first saw you writhing under him, he thought he'd met an angel. The way you shivered under his touch, the way you looked at him with your starstruck eyes, eveything about you when you two were together made him admire you even more.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he said to himself. Lost in the thought of you being with him like this. You gripped at his lower back harshly as he began to bottom you out, losing control of his rhythm. His whimpers and your moans filled the room like a symphony, he whispered sweet nothing in your ear, telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved being with you. You felt his cock pulsing once again against your slick walls, he was close, as were you. Your moans turned into pure, sinful squealing once again and you felt another orgasm threatening to wash over you,

"Spike, I-" He cut you off before you could finish.

"I know sweetheart. Just a little longer, please" he said said kissing your forehead sweetly. He lost complete control at that point and was fixated on making you cum with him. His thrusts were sporadic and needy, and his cock harder than ever as he continued to fuck senseless. His whimpers were now rhythmatic as he finally moaned out,

"Cum for me pretty girl." You gave out a pleasure filled moan as you came all over his still thrusting cock. The clench from your swollen pussy and the now dripping slick was more than enough to push him over the edge,

"Fuucckk," he drew out in an absolute sinful whimper as he pulled out of you and let out thick spurts of hot cum all over your inner thighs and pussy.

He stroked himself a few times to get all his cum out while taking a few deep, draw out sighs of relief. He must of been holding it in for a while because it was quite a load he let out, not that you cared, you were just happy you were able to be with him. You sighed in relief as he grabbed some tissues off your nightstand and cleaned you up then in turn cleaning himself. When he finished he threw the dirty tissues away and crawled into bed with you, covering you both in the blanket and pulling you in close for a sweet, loving cuddle. You began to drift off to sleep from exhaustion when you heard him say,

"I'm happy to have someone like you Y/N, " he whispered. You turned to him and kissed his cheek as he began to drift off,

"Same here," you said as you pulled him into the crook of your neck and the two of you fell asleep soundly in one another's embrace.

[cheemscakecat]

Refrigeration

A little fanfic about BLU Spy.

TW: BLU gets confronted about the pictures he took. And why he shouldn’t have been so causal about showing them to Scout

When becoming a mercenary, one had to prepare for the worst case scenarios. Failure, torture, death… death of a loved one. All things that Spy had spent years preparing and accounting for. But RED team still found ways to push the envelope.

It all started with the 1st battle against the nearly identical looking RED team after his nemesis stole their intelligence. And the pictures. Spy kicked himself for falling for the Scout disguise and showing the enemy Spy the pictures. Pictures of said Spy and the BLU Scout’s mother having sexual congress.

BLU Scout was far too outgoing, too trusting. And very annoying, once he got tired of Spy trying to give him a taste of reality. So, those photographs of his two-faced mother were indispensable. The perfect way to wise him up, and now they were gone, wasted. Soldier stupidly shot him, his own teammate in an attempt to out the RED.

The team’s intelligence? Taken by RED Spy. The evidence of Scout’s mother acting treacherously? Most likely destroyed, and now Spy had no recourse for proving the truth to the boy. And of course, the whole team was angry about a singular Spy crippling them and getting away.

But he could use that anger to his advantage. It didn’t take much convincing to get Pyro and Demoman on his side. For one thing, they had been the last two killed in battle, distracted when RED bolted out of base, Scout struggling to catch up. For another, Scout was Pyro’s best and only friend. If anyone would want payback for that Spy outrunning him, it would be the dragon.

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They caught the RED Spy off guard. Together, Demoman’s bombs and Pyro’s fire incapacitated him. Spy watched his RED doppelgänger writhe with a satisfied smirk. Then he noticed the earpiece, which was now visible because fire had burnt a small hole in the Spy’s mask. He grunted an angry, desperate “NO!” as Jacques snatched the device. Demoman pressed his foot down on the RED’s belly to keep him from making any surprise attacks.

Spy heard a voice on the other end and slid the tiny microphone into his own ear, being careful not to reveal his face as he pulled up the mask. “Ay! I’m talking to you ******* , pick up!” It was RED Scout. Spy smugly turned towards his doppelgänger. “Alright! I’m not deaf! Just had to deal with those ****ed BLUs for a moment.” RED Spy gaped and wordlessly mouthed the word “No”.

Good. Now he knew how it felt. Even Pyro seemed to be holding back a hearty laugh. “We’ll hurry up and get to the control room. I ain’t waiting all day.” The RED -thoroughly beaten and helpless- struggled to free himself like he wasn’t going to respawn anyway. How stupid. “Don’t! You can’t-“ He pleaded. Spy merely aimed the revolver at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

He found the RED Scout slouching about near the control room. “Took ya long enough! Thought’ ya planned ahead!” Spy frowned. “It’s not my fault! Those BLUs were paranoid as Hell.” RED pursed his lips and glared like a spoiled child. “Whateva. I bet they’re halfway to the intel by now. We gotta get movin!” Spy tilted his head and jerked it towards the hallway.

Scout blinked at him incredulously. “Don’t change your plan now! Ya said you wanted to lead!” Curse that lousy RED Spy, he planned ahead. “I was just making sure you remembered. Keep your voice down boy, they could be here any minute.” Spy hissed urgently, pretending to be concerned. The Scout stared at him with an unreadable expression. “Well come on! You’re the impatient one.” He urged. The Scout put his hands in his pockets and meandered forward,

Spy didn’t like having the enemy behind him. It was supposed to be the other way around. He’d have to come up with a good reason to pull out his revolver. Maybe pretending a member of his team was-

Something heavy hit him square in the back of the head. His RED Spy disguise disappeared. **** it! He caught himself haphazardly before his head could hit the floor. Scout was just snapping out of his shock when he turned to face him. “I KNEW IT!” He roared. Jacques glared up at him and lunged with his knife, but the Scout easily dodged. He got smacked upside the head again with a red baseball bat. Scout must have pulled it out of his bag with an absurd lack of sound.

Before long the relentless RED Scout had pummeled Spy with the bat until he was unable to move. He was still awake though, which meant he could be taunted. Scout squatted down with a satisfied goonish grin. “Hard to stab a guy in the back when he’s beatin your fricken head in, huh?” Spy refused to respond to the man-child.

RED cocked his head to the side and sneered with disgust. “Our Spy’s a lotta things, but an idiot ain’t one of ‘um. Like Hell he’d call me boy.” Spy cursed himself in his head. Of course they didn’t call him boy, he had a bad attitude the size of Texas! How could he forget…

“Ah! Scout! Can you refrain from killing that Spy, please?” No. Not him! Spy looked on in horror as the RED Medic strode towards them, holding some strange device. The Scout shuffled in confusion, his shoulders tensing. Even the REDs fear him. “Thank you! I have a vunderful new machine I’d like to try.” “Oh! Uh, you wanna use this Spy?” The Scout relaxed, realizing he wasn’t the target.

“Yes! It’s so lucky I caught you like this, we usually kill the BLU team so fast..” Spy tried not to panic, especially since the mad Medic was staring. “Uh… Yeah man. Do what’cha want.” From his tone, Spy could tell that Scout was just as surprised as him. No, no NO! “I’ll leave ya to it then, doc. I gotta go fight n… all that.” The excuse fell on deaf ears, for the Medic was too busy with his device and bone saw to listen. Spy watched hopelessly as the enemy Scout left him alone with the freak.

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Decapitation. That’s what the Medic went with. Under normal circumstances it would have been fine. Spy would merely die and respawn back at BLU Base. But RED Medic was anything but normal. And that’s why he was still alive, hooked up to the device and being carried around like a trophy. Spy forced himself to keep a poker face, to try to conceal his fear. He didn’t want to give the Medic any sick kicks or new ideas. Whistling, the Medic trotted into RED’s respawn room with him. The other teammates froze in surprise.

There were rumors about this Medic. Rumors that were not unreasonable. They knew for sure that he experimented on his own team, replacing vital organs with the animal equivalent. There was much speculation about what such a mad-man was capable of, what his end goal could possibly be, and how insane he was. But one of the worst rumors was that he was cannibal. It made sense, what else could he be doing with the discarded organs? On second thought, Spy didn’t want to know.

So he wasn't really surprised when the RED team spoke cautiously with the mad-man. “What’cha got there, Doc?” The Engineer asked. He spoke with the cadence of a mother or school teacher. With underlying unease, of course. The Medic shifted in excitement and held him out further, so they could see.

“I’ve designed a machine to keep heads alive! There’s a vindow of opportunity after the spine is severed, and I wanted to put it to use! Say something!” He shook Jacques’ head like a toddler with a Christmas present, then paused to let him speak. It was risky, but he knew exactly what to say. In French, he viciously insulted Germany; their food, their leadership, and their women. A short but appropriate phrase he learned back in occupied France.

The RED Medic laughed loudly until he was nearly out of breath. “Oho! Ho-ho, that is true!” He UNDERSTOOD?!

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Nicotine was the only tool getting Jacques through the stress of what was happening. Thankfully, the RED Medic provided him with a steady supply of bitter, cheap American cigarettes. It was cold in the fridge. He felt light in a very uncomfortable way; like a balloon that a child failed to hold onto, rising into the sky with the knowledge that he’d pop from the air pressure. He missed his hands, and he missed his heartbeat, and he missed the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He missed eating and he missed warmth.

He didn’t hate all Germans, but he sure hated this one. He liked the BLU Medic well enough, and looked up to the escaped artists and filmmakers who made it to Hollywood during the war. But he hated RED Medic and his stupid feral grin.

Over the next few days, Spy heard incomprehensible voices through the fridge walls. He could discern the number of people in the room, but never what they were saying. RED Medic was always chortling and talking to his birds. This time, he could tell that the Medic had left the room, leaving him with one other enemy teammate. It turned out to be the RED Spy.

It was an embarrassing situation, being a disembodied head in a fridge and all. But the RED surprisingly didn’t taunt him or gloat about the situation. It actually looked like he didn’t know what to say.

But Jacques knew that RED had a score to settle with him. He had gotten pictures of him and the youngest BLU Teammate’s mama having intercourse. No Spy or man in general would take that invasion of privacy lightly. RED was probably there to interrogate or torture him, since he hadn’t come to gloat.

BLU prepared himself for whatever might come next, strengthening his poker face and praying that the RED would accidentally detach the battery on the device under his neck. He may just be put out of his misery.

RED Spy sighed in frustration and looked away. He paused, still bent down with the fridge door open. Evidently being a decapitated head wasn’t enough punishment for what had happened. Wait. My mask. What if he’s here to take my mask? Jacque himself had only bothered to take the dirtier pictures to see if he could get a picture of RED maskless. But he’d been planning to give it to the Administrator, and had no idea who RED might reveal his identity to. Or who in his family would be in danger.

He tried not to balk at the idea. “Look” RED started. He sounded tired. “We both know what you did.” Spy forced a poker face, hoping he wouldn’t give RED the satisfaction of seeing him fearful. Hoping he wouldn’t slip up. “But it would be childish of me to pitch a fit. You snuck past me fair and square.”

Jacques blinked in surprise, the first reaction he had shown since getting trapped here. He’s not planning revenge? Why? The RED teammate kneeled down closer, frowning grumpily as he did. He stared at his foe with a heavy exhaustion dimming his eyes. This was unexpected.

”You still have more of those pictures, I presume?” “Yes.” He replied without hesitation, feigning confidence. The truth was he might have one or two more of the photographs left, buried under files or tucked away somewhere. But the RED Spy had taken the majority, if not all of the pictures when he stole their intelligence that day. Disguised as poor, naive little Scout.

It was a shame that he’d probably never find another one of those photos, the boy needed to know. He needed to stop trusting his mother with whatever information she knew, so she couldn’t consort with this enemy teammate. But Spy could play the part of someone who still had a collection of evidence, at least long enough to fool RED Spy.

“When we let you go, there won’t be any way to stop you showing him.” The RED Spy sounded almost defeated in addition to exhausted. He looked away, putting his hand over his mouth and letting it fall. When he looked back, his eyes were pleading.

“Can I just make one request?” “What sort of request?” “Don’t show him the pictures of her naked. I saw that you had photographs where she’s clothed, and those will get your point across.” Jacques blinked up at him dully.

“And why should I be so discerning?” You two are the ones going behind the boy’s back for cheap pleasure. RED inhaled and exhaled with a slight shudder. “It doesn’t matter if he hates me. I’m an enemy teammate that he’ll fight regardless. But it matters if he’s estranged from his mother. They’re family.”

Spy felt a burning, deep anger swell in his veins, even without a chest. Family? “Oh, so she can keep mining his naive *** for information? So she can keep lying to him and playing with you? Please, don’t make her sound so innocent.” RED Spy glared at him suddenly, before his expression softened and he looked away. He sighed softly.

“She’s not a double agent. For all you know, I could be lying to her.” Jacques hadn’t considered that. “Look, it’s going to be hard enough when he confronts her over the clean pictures. She’s not the type who’d document her bedroom activities.” Red swallowed. “It’ll distract her, make her stumble over her words thinking about her son seeing things he was never meant to. I’m sure the pictures are an issue she’d like to discuss calmly with him.”

Spy though for a moment. He really didn’t know how guilty Scout’s mother was, or how the real boy would react. But now he knew that RED Spy cared about it. He could take advantage of that, but something held him back. The way the enemy Spy talked and his body language reminded him of something. He couldn’t place it, even with the gnawing familiarity.

But more than that his thoughts drifted to his own mother, and what would happen if there were dirty pictures of her. If he were young, and hormonal and stupid. If some creep showed him pictures of her private business, blaming her for a crime she didn’t commit.

Mrs, Murneau was a cheerful, upbeat civilian who kept her private matters private. And it would be hellish to put her through something like this. To have her son barge in with 500 questions and a file folder of disturbing content, questioning her integrity. And he could picture her horror and difficulty in defending her name, even if she was innocent. He felt a sinking pang of guilt.

If RED Spy wasn’t lying, Scout’s mother was the same way. In fact, Scout might have gotten his overly friendly and trustful personality from her.

“That is something to consider..” RED Spy stared. “Alright. I’ll sort through and find the clean ones. You have my word.” The RED sighed with relief, relaxing his tense shoulders. He’d been expecting his rival to remain unyielding.

“Thank you.” This time when he looked away, it was more casual. “Before I go, would you care for a cigarette?” “You keep a cyanide handy?” “Thankfully, there’s no need. The others are ironing out the details with Medic, but you should respawn sometime this evening.” He stared in shock. They were going to set him free? He’d get his body back! He’d finally be back at BLU base and away from that freak doctor!

Jacques tried hard to conceal his excitement and remain somewhat professional. “If you wouldn’t mind, then.” RED pulled the nasty, cheap cigarette out from between BLU’s teeth and replaced it with one of his better quality ones, lighting it before he closed the fridge door. He savored that good cigarette, which wasn’t the same brand he preferred but tasted delicious and smooth. It was sweeter and lighter in flavor than the ones he bought, which meant the hidden cyanide would stand out less.

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When he spawned back at base, the rest of the team was caught off guard. Apparently he’d been gone for four days, but everyone assumed that he’d taken vacation time. It was his habit as a Spy not to announce his days off ahead of time, so he couldn’t be mad at them for the assumption. When he told them that that RED Medic had decapitated him and kept his head alive, they were horrified.

BLU Medic, who unfortunately looked almost identical to RED, was gibbering and tutting like a hen whose babies jumped in a puddle, and examining him already. Jacques repressed the urge to fight the poor Medic as he got up in his face looking for injuries. He’s only doing his job. It’s not his fault the freak has the same face as him.

The last thing he wanted was to be examined by another German, and that feeling boiled over when the doctor unexpectedly pulled up part of his mask. Before he could think, Spy found himself violently pushing Dr Ludwig and tugging his mask back into place. There was a very awkward hush as Scout and Pyro helped the doctor to his feet.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you what I was doing.” Still shaken by having more gloved hands on his neck, Spy could only nod curtly. Fritz couldn’t blame him for being jumpy and lashing out. “What were you checking for?” He asked apprehensively. “Um… Respawn complications on your neck. Or anything that the crazy Medic might have.. left?” He was not terribly surprised when Spy decided to head to bed for the night without a checkup. He wasn't ready.

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after excusing himself to go to bed and rest, Jacques throughly checked for anything wrong with his neck. He’d insisted that Medic leave him be, but had no intention of dying or getting an infection from an unseen wound. Thankfully there was nothing suspicious, which soothed his nerves and the paranoid itch he’d been feeling. Then he was free to appreciate having his body.

He flexed each of his fingers in turn and balled his hands into fists. He put a hand against his chest to feel his own steady heartbeat and breathing. Jacques felt like sprinting through a field of tall grass - no, wheat- actually tulips, tulips and hyacinths. And then he wanted to roll around the warm grass, not that he’d let his team know that dirt didn't bother him. He had an image to uphold.

But here in his room, with its kitchen and amenities, he was free to celebrate.

Spy set a large pot of water to boil and grabbed a hefty serving of frozen cheese stuffed pasta from his fridge. He chopped and fried up some salty ham, and made a really good béchamel sauce with white wine, cheese, and heavy cream.

When his meal was ready, he devoured it like a starved animal and emptied half a bottle of brandy. After about 3 cigarettes and a glass of wine, he finally got into his pajamas and tumbled into bed. And even as someone who preferred to avoid sleep, he was content to curl up in the bed in the safety and comfort of his own room and body.

[the-west-meadow]

Nowhere

Kendall Roy x Reader

tw: suicidal thoughts, verbal abuse, drug/alcohol abuse, drunk driving

As you stood in the shade of Connor’s patio, watching Logan and his children walk towards the old adobe church, Kendall’s absence was painfully apparent. You had grown used to seeing him at his father’s side. But he had not come with his family to New Mexico. It was a shame, you thought; he would have liked it here.

Greg, standing beside you in a long peacoat, waved as they disappeared behind the wooden church doors.

“What do you think they’re going to talk about?” Greg said.

“Years of suppressed trauma, maybe.”

“Wow. You think?”

You shrugged. “They probably won’t get around to it.”

You strolled back towards the house, where the others were sitting by the pool. Anyone who was not a child of Logan Roy had been left behind. Marcia, Tom, and Willa eyed you as you entered the house with Greg.

Greg leaned on the kitchen counter as you poured yourself a shot of whiskey from the mini-bar.

“Getting right to it, huh?” said Greg.

“You want some?”

“I’m good. It’s a little early for my system.”

Tom strolled into the kitchen, hands in his pockets.

“Hey, rascals. I see you breaking into the liquor stash. You should have invited me.”

“Well, you’re invited now,” joked Greg.

Tom leaned on the counter and grinned at you both.

“Here we are. The outcasts.”

“I’ll admit, I do feel kind of left out,” said Greg.

“God, wouldn’t you give anything to be a fly on the wall in that room? The whole thing is so uncomfortable it makes me want to puke. I love it.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. The name on the screen made your heart jump: Kendall Roy.

“Excuse me a second,” you said, slipping out of the kitchen.

“Is that a new lover?” Tom called after you. You jogged through the house to the room where you were staying and shut the door behind you.

“Hey, what’s up?” you said, keeping your voice low.

“Hey, Y/N. How you doing?”

“Surviving,” you said. “How are you?”

“Can you come meet me? I’m somewhere outside of Albuquerque.”

“What? When did you get here?”

“I’ll fill you in. Are you coming?”

“I’m at the ranch right now. I don’t have a car.”

“Can you figure something out?”

You thought fast, rubbing your forehead. “Yeah. I’ll take care of it.”

“You’re the best.”

You hung up, heart racing. You hadn’t heard from Kendall in weeks. He texted occasionally to check in, but it had been a long time since you heard his voice. It was a painful reminder of how much you had missed him lately.

Tom and Greg looked up as you walked into in the kitchen.

“What’s up?” Tom asked.

“Just a family thing,” you said.

“Oh, come on. You can’t have a personal life. There’s only work, work, work!”

Tom tossed back the rest of his drink and set his glass down.

“Okay, I’ll fuck off. Both of you come sit by the pool and save me from Marcia and Willa. I mean it.”

You and Greg watched until he was out the door, then Greg turned to you in anticipation.

“Well?”

“That was Kendall. He’s here.”

“Are you serious?”

“He wants me to meet him. But I don’t have a fucking car.”

“Right.” Greg glanced around as if looking for an answer. “Okay, I’m not supposed to know this, but there’s a collection of old cars in Connor’s garage. And, stupidly, all the keys are hanging on a rack in the garage. So if someone wanted to take one of those cars out for a drive while everyone was in therapy, I doubt anyone would notice for a few hours at least.”

“Cover for me. Make up a story.”

“Okay, yeah-“

But you were already gone.

You felt like a thief, skulking around the sides of the huge adobe ranch house, past the refurbished church and towards the unlocked garage. Lined up in the cool darkness were half a dozen vintage cars. Spotless. Expensive. Fueled up and ready to ride. You slowed down, taking your time to choose your ride. This was a once in a lifetime chance, after all. When Connor found out, you’d probably be banned from the state of New Mexico.

You chose an aqua 1967 Cadillac de Ville convertible. Sitting in the smooth leather seat, you watched with giddy panic as the garage door opened. Then you gunned it, kicking up a cloud of red dust as you escaped down the long ranch road from Connor’s estate.

The roads in New Mexico were long, straight, and empty. Gnarled barbed wire fences emerged from the scrublands, and distant mountains rolled beneath white clouds. It was the antithesis of what you were used to in New York. Here, everything was low to the ground, wild, free. You flew down the roads, the wind roaring all around you.

It was an hour’s drive to Albuquerque. You kept driving until you reached a diner in a small desert town beyond the city. When you rolled into the parking lot, you saw Kendall standing outside, smoking. Your heart swelled at the familiar sight of him. He stared as the aqua Cadillac parked squarely in front of him.

You cut the engine.

“Hey,” you called.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

Kendall strolled up to the car, looking it over. Then he shook his head and let out a short laugh.

“Alright. Not really what I had in mind. But it’s cool.”

As he came closer, you were able to take a good look at him. He looked different. He was tan from the desert sun, dressed in a denim jacket and black jeans. His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. There was also an edginess, a restlessness to his movements that you didn’t recognize.

He dropped his cigarette, stepped on it, and put his hands in his pockets. You could feel him taking you in behind his dark shades.

“It’s good to see you,” he said.

“You too.”

“Let’s figure out a game plan. I feel like I just landed on an alien planet.”

You sat across from Kendall in the booth, squinting in the hard sunlight that slanted through the window. The waiter brought two mugs of hot coffee. You sipped it gratefully, feeling it nudge against your dull headache. As the waiter stepped away, you took in the sight of Kendall sitting across from you.

“How long have you been here?” you asked.

“A few days. Just clearing my head.”

“You seem good.”

“I feel good.” He sipped his coffee, eyeing you over the rim of his mug. “How have things been for you while I was gone?”

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m not getting anywhere. I don’t have many allies.”

“You and Greg seem pretty tight.”

“I guess so. You cling to each other for survival when you have an insane boss.”

“Pretty bad, huh?”

“It wasn’t this bad when you were around. You’re like a path through the insanity.”

“Well, thanks. But I’ve done plenty of fucked up things, too.”

“It’s different. This borders on abuse.”

Kendall looked alarmed. “Hold on, you don’t mean, like—“

“No, no. Nothing like that. Just psychological shit.”

“Are you okay, though?”

“I’m coping.”

“Meaning?”

“I’m drinking a lot more.”

Kendall nodded, still peering at you intently. “Uh-huh.”

You gazed into the steaming coffee for a moment before voicing the question that was on your mind.

“Does this mean you’re back?”

“I don’t know yet. I’m still working up the courage to see my family.”

He didn’t say any more. The waiter brought your food; huevos rancheros. Kendall stuck with coffee. He watched you dig in with a slight smile.

“You seem like you’re thriving here. Big blue Cadillac. Local cuisine.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s very different here.”

“Seriously. I feel like never get to see the real you. We’re always under the cloud of my dad. You know what I mean?”

You nodded. ”Everyone’s been on eggshells around him this week. I don’t know how you live with it.”

“It’s fucking torture.”

He was smiling, but you could see the pain in his dark eyes.

“Are you going to eat anything?” you finally asked.

“Not that hungry. I guess the desert’s making an ascetic out of me.”

He smiled again and looked down at his hands, turning his sunglasses over and over. He hadn’t stopped fidgeting through the entire meal. You set your fork down and slid your empty plate to the side.

“Hey,” he said, “How long can you be away?”

“At least until someone notices the car is gone.”

“Come on. Let’s go somewhere.”

You drove the Cadillac as Kendall leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the desert fly past. An orange glow filled the sky as the sun sank lower.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” he asked.

Your heart skipped. “What are you asking?”

He laughed. “Jesus. Not like that. I mean how far do you want to drive? Mexico?”

“Are you serious?”

“I don’t know. Am I?”

You looked at him, and you still couldn’t tell. The sun was beginning to sink, casting long shadows on the black road. The mountains grew darker in the distance. Kendall leaned forward, peering out at the desert.

“Let’s stop up here for a second.”

You slowed the car, pulling to the side of the road. Low music drifted from the radio. You cut the engine, suddenly surrounded by a deafening silence. Kendall went very still, listening.

“This is a good place,” he said in a soft voice. He opened his door and started out. “Come on.”

You followed. Small jackrabbits leapt out of your way on the path, which was surrounded by yellow-flowering creosote. A low breeze set everything in motion; the shrubs, the sand, the furtive animals.

You climbed a low plateau that overlooked the sprawling desert. Kendall stood taking it all in. He pulled a small baggy from his pocket and flicked it with his fingernail. You watched in alarm as he dispensed a small amount onto the flesh of his thumb and sniffed sharply. His body seemed to relax. His expression grew lighter. He looked at you almost apologetically, as if awaiting your judgement.

“Yeah. Sorry. This is what I’ve really been doing.”

It was all starting to make sense. The restlessness, the edginess. The fact that he had been here for days without telling anyone.

“Shit, Kendall,” you murmured.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you, though?”

“Not really. You?”

You looked at his hands, which still held the bag of coke. Without a word, Kendall tapped out a rough line of powder onto the flesh of his thumb and offered it to you. You leaned forward, pressing one nostril closed, and snorted it off his hand. When you sat up, the world was reeling. The sunset had turned everything to flame. You looked at Kendall and smiled.

“I’m glad you came here,” you said.

“I’m sorry I left you alone with them. I just didn’t want to bring you down with me.”

“I’d rather work for you. I feel like I’m going to have a fucking panic attack when your dad comes into a room.”

“Now you know what my entire life’s been like.” He smiled. “If you’re not careful, you’ll turn into me.”

You turned to look at him. “But I admire you more than anyone.”

Kendall laughed. Tears slowly rose in his eyes.

“Wow. Never thought I’d hear those words.”

He sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“I’m serious,” you said.

“You know, my dad never praises anyone. But everything I do is for him, just hoping that one day he’ll look up and say that I did a good job.”

You sat for a long time watching the sunset until the sky grew purple and dark. Eventually you wavered to your feet, then held out your hand for Kendall. With a big heave, you got him to his feet. He stumbled forward into your arms, then leaned heavily into you. You put your arms hesitantly on his back, feeling the dampness of his shirt. He rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“I missed you,” he said.

You squeezed your arms tighter around him.

“I missed you too.”

He quietly withdrew from your arms. You began to scramble down the plateau, busting your asses several times. By the time you reached the bottom, you were cracking up, covered in dirt. Kendall doubled over with laughter, his hands on his knees, wiping tears from his eyes. Then he looked up and smiled: that big, heart-melting smile.

Your heart suddenly grew warm, despite the oncoming desert cold. As you drove, you snuck a glance at Kendall. His face was turned towards the red sunset, glowing with happiness. A false happiness, you knew. But he deserved all that he could get.

As you pulled up the driveway to Connor’s ranch, you saw a tall figure running out to meet you. It was Greg. Kendall hopped out of the car and pulled Greg to him in a hug.

“What up, Greg?”

“Hey man, I’m really happy to see you but I also have bad news. Turns out those cars are highly precious to Connor. Also, Logan is pretty unhappy about the situation.”

“Does he know I’m here?” Kendall said.

“Well, yeah. It was hard to explain otherwise.”

“That’s what he’s unhappy about. My dad doesn’t give a shit about the car.”

Kendall started towards the house with you and Greg following close behind.

“Is he okay?” Greg said quietly.

You just shook your head. “I don’t think he should be here right now.”

It was cool and silent inside the adobe house. Then, the unmistakable boom of Logan’s voice shook the air.

“Where the fuck are they?”

Kendall seemed to waver in his tracks, then forged ahead towards the kitchen.

Everyone stood together, waiting. They fell silent as you entered the room.

“Has everyone resolved their familial issues?” Kendall said as he strolled forward.

“Jesus, is he high?” said Shiv.

“Are you blind?” said Roman. “He’s completely fucking wasted.”

Logan made a beeline for you, causing your heart to drop steeply.

“I should have you fucking arrested. Car theft, drug possession. What else?”

“Hey, fuck off,” Kendall said, stepping between you. “She was just doing what I asked.”

Logan’s eyes pierced through you. You couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the vice grip of his gaze.

“Don’t you know him better than that? You’re his fucking assistant, no?”

“Actually, she’s my assistant,” Tom said in a low voice, but Logan didn’t hear.

“Yeah, she got loaded with me,” Kendall said, raising his voice. “That’s because she’s my only friend in this shitstorm of a life.”

Logan turned to Kendall, looking him dead in the eye. “You don’t deserve a life.”

Then, jabbing a finger at you: “And you’re fucking fired.”

Logan turned and walked away. Kendall was still reeling from the blow his father had just delivered. He looked like he was about to fall over from the force of it.

“She doesn’t work for you!” Kendall managed.

“Technically, she works for me,” Tom said, still unnoticed.

“Then you get rid of her,” Logan said to Kendall. “She’s not good for you.”

Logan turned and stalked out of the room. Kendall just stared after him, shaking. Finally, he seemed to snap out of it.

“Come on,” he said to you. You followed as he stormed away, painfully aware of the stares of his family as you left.

“You got the keys?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Get in that car.”

“Jesus, Kendall-“

“Then give them to me. They can say I stole it.”

You didn’t hesitate to toss him the keys. You hopped into the passenger’s seat. Kendall started the car, peeling down the ranch road with red dust glowing in the taillights.

Kendall tore down the straight desert road, headlights cutting through a thick darkness.

“I didn’t want my dad to hurt you.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. It’s the worst feeling in the world.”

He was silent as he continued to drive, eyes fixed ahead. Finally he spoke.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. This is my fault.”

You couldn’t argue that, but you also couldn’t blame him. “It’s okay. I’m just trying to figure out what I’m going to do.”

“Work for me,” he said.

You looked at him, trying to gauge if he was serious.

“It’s either that or go back to my dad, begging for a job.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“I know. So I’m rehiring you as my assistant. Actually, I’m promoting you to senior advisor.”

“What does that involve?”

“Getting drunk with me until we both forget the pain.”

You bought a bottle of tequila at a nearby ABC store in the next town, then stopped at the first motel you saw, a cheap but clean place called The Desert Flower. You were both crashing from the cocaine. Kendall’s eyes were bleary and red, his face dark with stubble. He was going down fast. You sat in the car, taking turns with the bottle, unable to even make it to the room.

“I’m sick of wanting to fucking die.”

“Kendall…”

“You heard him, right? He said I don’t deserve a life. That’s how he makes me feel. Every day.”

You heard his voice break. Tears streamed down his face.

“What would it take? For him to smile at me once, to pat me on the fucking back? What do I have to do?”

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do.”

He stared at you, and for a moment it looked like his entire world was crashing down around him. You saw the loss playing out behind his eyes as he realized the truth of your words. Then he leaned forward, put his hand on the back of your head, and kissed you.

You didn’t hesitate to respond. Everything was falling apart, but at least you could feel the warmth of him, his searching hands, his desperate mouth. You squeezed his wrist as his hand gripped your thigh. Then you both suddenly pulled back.

“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

He was still holding your hand tightly. You wouldn’t let go. You both caught your breath, reeling from the touch.

“I need to go inside,” he said.

He leaned on your shoulder on the way into the room. When you got inside, he collapsed onto his knees, sobbing. You got down on the floor with him, stroking his back, trying to talk to him. But he didn’t seem to hear. He curled up on the floor, totally unresponsive, rocking himself as he wept.

You didn’t know what to do. The Kendall you knew was suddenly gone. You could only think of one ally who could still help you: Greg.

Need help, you texted.

Where are you?

You sent him the address of the motel. He responded immediately.

I’ll be there as soon as I can.

You finally got Kendall off the floor and onto the bed. He huddled there like a frightened child.

An hour passed. You heard a car pull up and saw headlights flare through the curtains. When you opened the door, Greg was sitting there in a red convertible. You laughed, unable to help it.

Greg got out of the car, looking completely out of place.

“Yeah, I know…” he sighed, looking at the car. “There aren’t many Ubers in the middle of nowhere.”

“Does anyone know?”

“Just Tom. He said he’d cover for me. So we’ll see how that goes.”

He peered past you into the room.

“How’s Kendall?”

“Not good.”

“What about you? You don’t look so good yourself.”

“I just need someone here to make sure one of us doesn’t die.”

“Okay, yeah. We should definitely try and prevent that.”

You moved aside, letting Greg through. Kendall was still curled on the bed, his head tucked into his arms.

You sat beside Greg on the edge of your bed, talking in low voices as you gazed at Kendall.

“What have you guys been doing?”

“A lot of coke and tequila.”

“Wow. So a pretty serious binge, then.”

“I think I’m in over my head.”

You gazed at Kendall, who had withdrawn so far into himself that you didn’t know if he was aware of your presence.

“I thought I could help him,” you said.

“That’s more than anyone else has done for him.”

“Why don’t they try to help him?”

“Honestly, I don’t think his family knows how to see him as a person. They only think of themselves.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing I got fired. I don’t know why I even want to work for them.”

“I frequently ask myself the same question. But even though they kind of suck, I still like them.”

“They’re your family.”

“That’s true.”

Greg looked thoughtful. “Then why do you stick around?”

You gave a slight nod towards Kendall’s sleeping form.

“I want to see him win. Not for anyone else. For himself.”

You couldn’t see it in the darkness, but a tear gathered in the corner of Kendall’s closed eye and slid down the bridge of his nose, then was gone.

Greg slept on the floor between your beds. You gave him half of your pillows and the top sheet of your bed.

Sometime in the night, both Greg and Kendall began to snore lightly. You could feel their resting forms in the darkness, the hum of the air conditioner, the traffic slowly streaming by outside. Cars rumbled in and out of the parking lot. Doors open and shut. Everything moved slow in the late hours of the night, the early morning.

They weren’t your family, but you loved them. You didn’t belong among them, but you had made a place for yourself in their lives. And they had become an inseparable part of yours. You held onto this thought as you waited out the long night.

It was early, and you were just beginning to fall asleep, when you heard vague sounds of movement in the room. You felt someone crawl into the bed with you. It was Kendall. He drew himself close, facing your curled form, mirroring it with his own body. He pressed his forehead against yours and reached pleadingly for your hands. You twined your fingers around his.

“Hey,” he whispered. He sounded as if he had been crying.

“Hey.”

You felt his hands for the first time, stroking them with your fingers. He held tightly to you, drawing himself as close as possible.

“Am I going to be okay?” he rasped.

You put your hand on the back of his head. He was shaking, tears dampening the pillow.

“I promise.”

You held him for a long time, until his breathing calmed and he finally stopped shaking. He never let go of your hands, never moved. Your knees touched, arms intertwined. When you opened your eyes, he was looking at you. Neither of you said anything. He stroked your hand with his thumb.

Greg groaned from the floor, and both of you went still, listening. Then you started to giggle.

“Where the fuck am I?” Greg mumbled, rolling over in his sheets, still half asleep.

Kendall snorted, and you shushed him, still trying not to laugh. You could still see tears in his eyes. But he was smiling.

[topguncortez]

I love your shy MC series so much, and I know this doesn’t really fit in it, but I can’t stop thinking of a shy MC who had a one night stand with hangman and got pregnant saying this:

“maybe we should move in together. n-not permanently. just until the baby’s born.”

I love this:)

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female!Reader word count: 2k prompts list:)

It was just supposed to be a night of fun. A night where you completely lose sight of anything and everything. A night where in the morning you wake up in your bathtub with a half drunk bottle of tequila. It wasn't ever supposed to equal in a positive pregnancy test six weeks later.

Y/N didn't even know his number to call him. All she could remember was that his friends called him 'Bagman' but his real name was Jake. He had a stupidly perfect smile, and stupidly perfect hair. He was charming and had a bit of an accent in his speech. She could also remember they bonded over the fact they had just gotten out of long-term failed relationships. One shot led into another, and it led into another and then it led to Jake taking Y/N home, and their clothes on the floor of her bedroom.

"I have no clue what to do, Nat," Y/N said to her best friend.

"Well, I guess call the guy," Natasha said.

She couldn’t believe that her shy, sweet best friend since birth would end up in this situation either. Natasha and Y/N had always been opposites of each other in a way. Natasha was always the “wild” one in their friendship, encouraging the drinking and partying, within reason of course. 

“I don’t have his number, or-or anything,” Tears started clouding her vision as she stood up from the bed and started pacing, “My parents are going to kill me.” 

“Okay,” Natasha stood up, and grabbed her friend’s arms, stopping her from pacing, “It’ll be okay. I’m not gonna sugar coat it, they will probably be mad, but you have me. I’m not going anywhere, I’m not going to leave you. I’ll be here the whole time, and hold your hand through anything and everything. You’re basically my sister, okay? You got this.” 

“I can do this,” Y/N said, nodding and Natasha smiled. 

That moment was six months ago, and Y/N still hadn’t found the father of her baby. She also wasn’t actively searching either. She wasn’t new to hookup culture, she knew what one-night stands were meant to be. It didn’t surprise her when this Jake dude didn’t leave his number or address on her bedside table in the morning. Y/N could hardly even remember what he looked like, except those piercing green eyes. She hoped that her baby had the same beautiful green eyes as he did. 

Natasha, true to her word, had stayed by her friend’s side through it all. Through those early mornings spent throwing up, to doctors appointments, to looking at paint swatches on the walls of the small house Y/N lived in. Natasha had a bunch of questions about this mystery guy, but out of respect for her friend, she didn’t ask. 

The two of them walked into the Hard Deck, seeing as the evening crowd was already starting to file in. Natasha had invited Y/N along to celebrate Rooster’s birthday. Rooster had also become a close friend of Y/N, through her friendship with Natasha. Rooster had tried to make a move on her, but Natasha had cornered him and told him about Y/N being pregnant and scared and to stay away. So, Rooster being the man he is, respected both of them, and helped out the best he could with things around Y/N’s house. 

“Phoenix! Y/N!” Rooster called for them as soon as they entered the Hard Deck. Phoenix nodded over at him and led Y/N over to where Rooster and the other members of the Dagger Squad were. Rooster hugged both of them, and thanked them for coming. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Bob said, as the girl sat down next to him. As the only two sober ones as of late, Bob and Y/N had gotten close. He handed her a lemonade that he ordered and she smiled at him. 

“Thank you, Bob,” Y/N said, and rested her hands on her belly. 

“Baby active?” 

“All day,” Y/N looked down at her belly just in time to see a small nudge coming from within her womb, “Running out of room in there, and they don’t like it. But I’m not entirely ready for them to make their appearance either.” 

“Soon enough, Y/N, soon enough,” Bob said, and took a sip of his water. 

The two of them fell into a conversation about their day. For both of them, it was as easy as breathing to talk to one another. Natasha thought that Bob would be a good match for her friend, and had been slowly pushing him to make a move on her. Natasha knew that Bob liked Y/N, but he was too much of a gentleman to make a move. It wasn’t that Bob was scared to take on the responsibility of being a father, it was that he respected her and didn’t want to add to the stress of becoming a mother. Bob had silently agreed to be there for her too, like Rooster and Natasha were. 

“Look who decided to show up!” Payback yelled, catching Y/N and Bob’s attention. Her heart stopped beating as she noticed those green eyes and that stupidly perfect smile, “If it ain’t Bagman!” 

“Oh my god,” Y/N let out, and Bob looked at her in worry. 

“What? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” Bob asked quickly, his voice thick with his accent. 

“What? I uh,” Y/N said, snapping out of her trance as ‘Bagman’  walked through the bar and greeted his friends, “No it’s not the baby, I um, excuse me.” 

Bob watched as Y/N got up quickly from the booth, and walked right over to Natasha. Phoenix looked up at her with a smile, but it quickly dropped seeing that her friend’s face was unreadable. Y/N quickly grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled her towards the bathrooms, only to be stopped when her shoulder ran into something hard. 

“I’m sorry-” “Oh sorry-” 

“Y/N,” Jake said, his green eyes looking her up and down and widening at the sight of her baby bump, “Wow.” 

“I can-” 

“We’re gonna go get some air,” Natasha said quickly, and pulled her friend towards the back door of the Hard Deck. Once they were out of earshot of the bar, Y/N sat down in one of the chairs on the deck, and took a deep breath, “I’m not gonna ask but-” 

“He’s the father of my child.” 

“Yeah, that’s what I was not gonna ask,” Natasha said, and rubbed her forehead, “When?” 

“Well, six months ago. Two weeks after Daniel and I broke up. I went out for a drink, and Jake was there because he-” 

“Just broke up with Gwen. So you two had a one night stand and,” Natasha gestured to her friend, “Wow. I can't believe it. . . You slept with Hangman?” 

“Hangman? I thought it was Bagman,” Y/N said, and Natasha laughed, “I didn’t even know his name was Jake until we were half naked in my bed. I didn’t know a single thing about him.” 

“Oh my god! Ew! So you’re the girl he was bragging about fucking! Oh my god.” 

“Really? What did he say? Did he say I was good?” 

“Y/N!” 

“What?!” She giggled and Natasha shook her head, as the back door to the Hard Deck opened. Jake walked out apprehensively, and gave a tight lipped smile to Phoenix, “I think you two need to talk.” Y/N nodded and Natasha looked back at Jake, who was waiting by the side of the building to come over, “I’ll be right inside if you need me.” 

“I think I got this,” Y/N said and Natasha hugged her friend before heading back inside the building. Jake waited a second, before walking over to her, and sitting down in front of her. Y/N took a deep breath and shifted in her seat, feeling the glare of Jake’s green eyes on her belly. 

“How far along?” He asked. 

“Twenty-nine weeks,” She answered, and Jake sighed. She could tell by his body language, he wanted to touch her belly. Rooster had been the same way when she popped, wanting to feel it, but Natasha had smacked his hand back and made him ask, “You can touch it.” 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” He looked up at her, his green eyes sparkling. 

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispered, and Jake shifted, placing his large hand on her bump. He felt the overwhelming sense to cry as he rubbed his hands gently over the place where his baby was. He didn’t even bother to ask if the baby was his, he already knew. Even though they spent one night together, Jake knew that Y/N wasn’t the type to go and sleep around. 

“I’m sorry I just left.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t try and find you,” Y/N said, “Even though I didn’t know where to look.” 

“I honestly was scared to stay,” Jake said, and removed his hands from her bump. She bit back a whimper at the loss of warmth from him, as he sat back in his chair, “I knew you probably just wanted one night, but I. . . I fell in love with you.” 

“Jake, I-” 

“No, you don’t have to say it,” Jake said shaking his head, “Just tell me what I can do now. Are you okay? Is the baby healthy? You look good, so I guess that means something.” 

Y/N blushed and rubbed her belly, “I’m good, baby is healthy. It’s a little girl, actually.” 

“Really? I’m gonna be a girl dad,” Jake smiled and Y/N nodded. The two sat in silence for a beat, as Jake shifted in his seat, and leaned closer to her, “Maybe we should move in together. N-not permanently. Just until the baby’s born.”

“Oh! Like in my house?” 

“Yeah, I still live in a barracks dorm, and you probably have the house set up and-” 

“I think that would be okay,” Y/N said, her neck was bright red as she blushed, “I have a guest room, currently an office, but it has a nice bed and stuff. And I mean, it would be nice having you around, not that you couldn’t have been nice early, but you didn’t know so it’s okay that you are here now and I-” 

“I get it,” Jake said, cutting her rambling off, “Would you like to meet up tomorrow? For lunch?” 

“Lunch is good,” Y/N smiled, and looked over at the window of the bar, seeing both Natasha and Bradley looking at them, “We should head back in.” Jake nodded, and held his hand out for her to take. She thanked him as she pushed herself up from the chair, and began walking back in the bar. She paused for a second and turned around to face Jake. 

“Listen, I know you are a good man, and that you want to be there for your child but. . . Jake, I have feelings for someone else.” 

Jake felt like a dagger had been pushed through his heart. He could tell that she probably didn’t feel the same about him when he mentioned that he fell in love with her seven months ago. She had been the only thing on Jake’s mind these past couple weeks, wondering where she was and who she was and what she was doing. But hearing her say it hurt even more than just thinking it. 

“I know,” Jake said, giving her a tight lipped smile, “Still not going to stop me from carrying about you or my child.”

[noisynaia]

9 to 5

[Dieter Bravo x Reader] One shot

summary: You’re the personal assistant of washed-up academy award-winning actor Dieter Bravo. It’s your day off and you were supposed to be on a date, your first date in ages, but a text from Dieter have you ditching your date to come to him.

word count: 4.3k 

rating: E

pairing: Dieter Bravo x afab!reader 

note: Soft Dieter Bravo. A little jealousy. Body worship. Cunnilingus, thigh-riding, unprotected P in V (with use of contraception (please wrap it irl!)). Brief description of past overdose (nothing too graphic, but please don't read if it is a topic that upsets you! <3). No use of (y/n). The reader uses she/her pronouns. Reader is implied to be curvy and having hair, but no other physical descriptions are used. This has not been beta-read and English is not my native language. (18+, minors please don't interact)

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Can you come over..?   

Your grip on the steering wheel is tight. You feel bad for Alex… Alec..? No, Alex! Yeah, Alex! Right..? Jeez, you left the restaurant 10 minutes ago and you already forgot the guy's name, real classy of you… Not only did you leave him at the restaurant, but you can’t even remember his name. You had tried to ignore the text, you really had. Dieter’s text had come just as you walked into the restaurant. Alex seemed sweet, and you had to admit he had looked real sweet too. He worked as a personal trainer so he definitely looked… Sharp. But you couldn’t really focus on anything he was saying, you kept thinking about Dee, and then you couldn’t focus because you got mad at yourself for thinking about him instead of listening to Alex.

You had gone into this date hoping for a good time and maybe for a little action in the bedroom. It had been too long. But instead of going home with your stupidly attractive date, who actually seemed like a nice guy, you are now on your way to your boss’s place. Ending the date early, excusing yourself, you had told Alex that you had gotten a text from a friend that had concerned you, which wasn’t actually a lie. You trusted Dieter to not do something stupid, but you knew him better than probably any other person and you know he isn’t always in the best headspace and that the last 6 months have been hard for him. And you couldn’t get the image of him in the ambulance out of your head. You were the one who had found him, luckily you always have naloxone in your purse. You had been told that it had been the thing that saved him.

The wait for the ambulance had felt like hours, you had been sitting with Dieter’s head in your lap, you had thought you might lose him. It was the scariest thing you had ever experienced.   

You’re using this to defend your choice about leaving Alex at the restaurant. You had actually looked forward to this date. You were proud of the outfit you had picked out. A simple black dress, timeless and classy, but on the shorter side, giving a good view of your legs and hugging your curves in all the right ways. You had finally decided to treat yourself and get those Jimmy Choo’s you had been dreaming about for so long. The look is giving the impression of effortless sexiness. 

You had put effort in, a lot of effort, spending hours on your hair and make-up.

You let out a sigh. You never really feel that sexy, most days you’re simply too busy with work to put in the effort to make yourself feel good, the fact that the man you work for will attend business meetings in a worn-out bathrobe doesn’t exactly help on your own motivation when it comes to making an effort to look nice. When the weekend finally comes around you’re usually too tired from your work week to do anything fancy, or you had to assist Dieter at some event or something. It always seems like there is something you have to do. 

But, fuck… You looked so good tonight. And you had also felt good when you took the last look at yourself in the mirror, before you left to go on your date. 

You have had to listen to your friend’s complaints about your lacking dating life for years now, and you had finally given in. Your friend Gina had set you up with one of her coworkers. It was just a silly blind date, but you had decided to go all in after finally agreeing on going. It also wasn’t a complete blind date, your friend had shown you the guy’s Instagram profile, and you had to say he was hot. You had not let your hopes be high on the ‘this could be the one’ department, that wasn’t really something you were looking for right now. 

… Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'

Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'

They just use your mind and they never give you credit

It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it …

“I swear sometimes, Dieter… You're driving me fucking crazy! I actually have office hours, did you know that, huh? 9-5 from Monday to Friday, Dee!” You push past him the second he opens the door for you and you see that he is okay. Of course, he’s okay. He texts you all the time to get you to come to hang with him. Very unprofessional, you keep reminding him. (And yet you always end up dropping what you’re doing to go to him…)

You hang your purse on a hook, take off your new stilettos and grab the pair of slippers that you know he has just for you. You are very familiar with his penthouse apartment, not bullshitting either yourself or him by pretending you aren't comfortable enough with the place to not just walk in and make yourself at home. The only room you are not familiar with is his bedroom and the attached bathroom.        

“You can’t call or text me If it isn’t an emergency! ” You huff as you grab a slice of the pizza sitting on the kitchen island before jumping up to sit on the counter. The food at the restaurant had been good, but the portions had been way too small and you had not stayed for dessert.       

“Seriously, you have to stop calling me every time you’re bored or need someone to entertain you.”    

“You could have just texted me back that you didn’t want to come.” He says, now with his own slice of pizza in his hand. “I thought you were busy or maybe napping when you didn’t text back. Looked like you were busy..?” He is eyeing you up and down 

Right, you hadn’t even texted him back… You could literally have gotten fucked your brains out right now by a greek god if you just had texted Dee if he was okay. Instead, you had left only and had driven straight over here. 

“Yeah, I had a date tonight…” 

“Wait, that was tonight!? Sorry, I wouldn’t have asked you to come if I knew you were busy .”

“My job is to keep you in check, Dieter, being busy is my default at this point.” 

“Isn’t your job to be my friend ?” He says with a fake hurt demeanour, clasping his hand over his heart like what you just had said had hurt him deeply.” 

“My job is to be your assistant, Dieter. You need to call your real friends”

“I know, I know …” He throws his hands up in surrender abandoning his half-eaten pizza slice in the box. 

“The problem is that If I call any of them they’ll bring an eightball and then I’m back in the shitter.” His tone is weaker than normal.   

Your heart clenches. You have spent much time with him over the years, and even though you like to keep up the pretend game, that you find him annoying and obnoxious. You care very deeply for him. He might even be one of the closest friends you have. But you have especially spent much time with him the last 6 months, you know that the image he keeps up for most people is simply a facade. You are one of the few people that know the real Dieter Bravo. The Dieter that wears his heart on his sleeve. The Dieter that has bad days where he barely can get out of bed in the morning. The Dieter that loves to stay up until late at night with you watching silly rom-coms or trashy reality tv.   

“Then they're not your real friends Dee…” Your voice is low as you have dropped your act about being mad at him. 

He simply shrugs. Staying silent for a moment. You want to say something more, but the lump in your throat keeps you from doing so.   

He finally breaks the silence. “I was actually about to put on a movie.” Pointing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the living room.

…9 to 5, for service and devotion

You would think that I would deserve a fair promotion

Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me

I swear sometimes that man is out to get me …

You end up deciding on a movie that Dieter insists should be so bad that it’s good. 

You sit at each corner of the couch, Dieter in one corner and you in the other, a bag of KitKats between you. The conversation back in the kitchen is still hanging heavily between you. You have a hard time focusing on the movie and it seems like Dieter does too. 

He is the one to break the silence again. “I really am sorry for ruining your date. I would never have texted you if I knew…” 

You shake your head, you’re not mad at him anymore, not that you really had been mad at him at any point. “He was sweet, but honestly a bit boring too. I don’t know, we would probably not have been a good match anyway. And I know you have felt a bit, y ou know … Lately. You didn’t force me to come, I’m here because I want to be here.” You sigh, before continuing. 

“And seriously… I am really proud of you. You have almost been clean for half a year now, that’s really great, Dee.” You glance over at him on the other end of the couch. 

“Well, let’s see how long it lasts, I don’t have a great record of people being proud of me” His hands are fidgeting with the edge of his cardigan.    

“It’ll last… And if it doesn’t then we will take it from there. I have gone through enough shit with you through the years to give up on you now.” And you really mean that. You could never give up on him, even though you have tried.  

“Well, I did promise you I would never put you through that again…” He says, matter-of-factly, but his voice is both lower and softer than his normal tone of voice. His eyes fixated on the tv screen, clearly avoiding eye contact. You are okay with that, you don’t think you would be able to keep your act up if he looked at you right now.   

The memory washes over you, Dieter laying lifeless on the floor.    

You had been crying. “Never do that again Dieter. Don’t you dare ever do that to me again!”

You feel your eyes getting stingy, the warning of tears. 

“Eat your chocolate old man.” You say softly. Throwing a KitKat at his face, without turning your gaze from the tv. It is your turn to actively avoid eye contact, but you can feel his eyes on you.     

You sit in silence for a while after that, the only sounds in the room, besides the ones from the tv, are the occasional crackling of chocolate wrappers being opened. It is not common for Dieter to be this quiet though. He usually can’t keep his mouth shut when you watch movies together, always commenting on the plot or the acting or something . Even though he is an oscar winning actor, he has very bad film-watching etiquette.  

But the silence keeps stretching out before Dieter finally breaks it. You thought that you had reached a point in your relationship with Dieter Bravo where you couldn’t be surprised by any of the wild shit he could say, but this catches you off guard.    

“I have wanted to fire you for a long time, you know.” He says it so casually. 

What?! You tore your eyes from the movie, turning your entire body towards him.  

“But, besides the fact that I'm very flawed and fucked up, I have not managed to be that selfless yet. I should let you go, but I just keep clinging me to you.”

He has not moved, as he tell you this, his feet still on the coffee table and he is still looking at the tv. 

“What the fuck Dieter?! I work my fucking ass off, I’m literally sitting on your fucking couch on my fucking weekend, right now when I could be fucking a frigging personal trainer and then you say you want to fire me?!”  

“Yeah, I know and that isn’t fair. I ask too much of you… I just think you deserve better, okay.” 

Is he serious?! He has been thinking about firing you. You decide to ignore the reasons he is giving you, you can’t process them right now. Anger is the only emotion you’re letting yourself feel right now, the hint of desperation with which he spoke is gonna give you hope if you don’t keep your emotions in check. The chance that he could feel about you as you do for him. The deep feelings you had realized was between when you had looked at him on the ambulance stretcher, the fear of actually losing him had made you realize just how important he is for you. So you let the anger control you.         

“I can’t even remember the last time I saw a dick, yet I blew off my date to come here. You can’t fucking fire me!”  

“I know, but it’s not…” He sighs, throwing his hands up in the air with frustration. “I like you okay… I really, really like you and it is making me selfish, okay!”

The feelings you have for him, the feelings you have had for a long time but have ignored and buried deep inside of you, are flaring up.  

“You like me?!” 

He nods. “I like you…”

You can’t take it anymore, the bag of now mostly empty KitKat wrappers lands on the floor as you throw yourself over the couch towards him. Your lips crashing together. He’s tasting sweet like the chocolate he has been eating. 

His arms are around you, holding you close against him. You're deepening the kiss, letting your tongue slip between his teeth. It is sweet but needy. You can’t help but grind your hips softly into him.     

“I like you too, Dieter.” You whisper against his lips, as the two of you break for air. Your words make him crash is lips back on yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. He is devouring you, mapping out the inside of your mouth with his tongue, like an explorer on a mission, all the while you slowly rock your hips against him. You can feel the effect you have on him.

“What if I assist you, for a change, huh?” His low voice is making a shiver go up your spine and it’s making your cunt clench.

You are straddling his left thigh, your short dress scrunched up, exposing the skin of your own thighs. His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin in the most delicious way. A moan escapes from your mouth as you feel the muscles of his thigh flex under you. 

“Fuck, Dieter, I...” You murmur, feeling the fabric of your panties getting damper and damper against the soft fabric of his pants.

“It’s okay, sweetie … I got you.” His thumbs are drawing circles over your hips as his grip firms. Dieter begins to move your hips. He is moving you slowly at first, but the sounds you’re making as your clothed pussy is being rubbed against him make him eager to pick up the pace.

“So fucking sexy, doing so good for me.” Dieter is cursing under his breath and the grinding gets sloppier.

“Fucking hell … I,  fuck , ne-need… I need you, Dieter” You lock eyes, hoping the plea of your gaze can convince him about how much you want him. His brown eyes are burning you, his hands coming to a still.  

He nods, eyes still locked with yours as he moves you, switching position so you’re under him with your back pushing down into the soft couch. He is kissing you again as his hand dives down your panties. 

“Fuck , baby, you’re dripping . Soaking wet baby. My sweet girl. All soaked, just for me.” His mouth leaves your mouth. He licks your inner thigh before gently biting down on your soft skin. He is pulling your panties down your legs. “My sweet, sweet girl… too sweet for fucked up bastard like me.” He kisses your other thigh. “Want to taste you, baby. Want to eat you out until morning.” He lifts his head, locking eyes with you again. Soft brown eyes, pleading with you. “Can I sweetheart? Can I taste you?” 

You swallow hard, his eyes are dark with need and desperation. He looks at you like he has been stranded in a desert for days and your pussy is the water that will save him.

“Mm…” You nod, feeling your arousal pulsing through your cunt at the mental image of Dieter’s tongue between your thighs. 

He swallows hard at your response, soft eyes still locked with yours. “ Fuck , sweetheart, you sure you want this.” Not letting himself begin before he has gotten a verbal go from you. 

“Yes, Dee. I’m sure .” You bring your palm to his cheek, stroking your thumb along his stubbles “I want this Dee, want you .” This is all he needs to hear.                 

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull when Dieter buries his head between your thighs. He slides his tongue through your wet folds before pushing it into you with a groan when he tastes you. He is taking his time, letting his tongue flicker through your folds for a long time before sucking down on your clit. He keeps going like this for a while, but your sounds are driving him crazy, and something in him goes feral. 

He now goes at you with such devotion and affection it makes you wanna cry. The thought of how much he seems to enjoy himself makes you even wetter. “ Oh , fuck … Fuck, Dieter, you’re so …” You whine, but choke on your own pleasure sounds looking down at him. 

His face buried beep between your thighs. He has lost the cardigan, giving you a full view of his bulky arms. His moustache is tickling your sensitive skin, and it is so hot . His thin t-shirt is hanging loose giving you a look at his chest. You bury your fists in his fluffy curls, making him groan against your heat, the vibrations from it make your toes curl. He is now flicking his tongue over your clit with a determination that has you seeing stars. You can’t keep his name from falling from your lips, over and over again. His name is your orison, his skilled mouth is the deity to which your prayer is devoted. 

His grip on your thighs tightens as your own grip on his hair does too. You fall over the edge, waves of pleasure washing over you. Dieter hums into you as your legs shake and your cunt clenches, he never stops lapping into you as your orgasm unfolds.

“So good , my sweet girl, tasting even sweeter than I had  imagined.” He pants as his mouth finally detaches from you.  

He climbs up over your body. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re so perfect” Dieter whispers against your skin before he softly bites down on your neck, it makes a moan escape from deep down your throat. He keeps himself occupied with your neck for a while, kissing and sucking on your pulse point. It has you whine out with pleasure. You can feel his hard dick against your stomach. The thought of his thick hard cock is making your mouth water.   

“I need you inside me, Dieter...” You whine. You feel how his cock twitches from your confession.

“You sure baby?”

“Very sure. You haven’t been with anyone since your last check, right?” You know he is clean since you are the one dealing with his doctor appointments.“I haven't been with anyone either and, uh, I have an iud, so…” So you can fuck me raw . You don’t say that part out loud. 

You’re still under him. He is looking down at you, gently pressing you down into the softness of the couch.      

“No, I…” You swallow hard before continuing. “I wanna ride you, Dee.” You mirror the desperation he had spoken with when he had asked permission to eat you out. You're rising up towards him “Please, let me ride you, Dieter?” You whisper into his ear, you can barely recognise your own voice so low and husky with desperate need. 

“Fucking hell , baby… You can’t say things like that, you’ll have me cream my pants like a fucking schoolboy.” You can’t help but let out a soft giggle. You switch positions for the second time and you're back in the same position as when you were riding his thigh.  

You’re leaving matching kisses on the tattoos on his forearms. You throw your leg over him  Flattening your hands on his chest, spreading your fingers as wide as possible in an attempt to get as much of him as possible. You slide your hands under the hem of his t-shirt, exposing his soft stomach, showering it with kisses and licking along his happy trail. You love his stomach, you know he is a little insecure about it, as he had gotten a more healthy appetite after he got clean and had lost the defined muscles of his youth. So you are devoted to showing him just how beautiful he is in your eyes.

You are grinding down on him, making your cunt slide up and down the underside of his hard-on, which lies thick and throbbing over his belly, it’s twitching under you.    

You readjust yourself and begin to slowly slide down on him. You’re really taking your time, both so you can get used to the impressive size of him, and enjoy the sounds he’s making for you as you slowly take more and more of his cock. Your walls are stretched in ways you don’t think they have ever been stretched before.  

“Fuck baby. You’re so perfect” Dieter whispers. “So fucking good and sweet to me. Always… Always so good to me.” 

You begin to bounce down on him. His hands are on your hips, but he occasionally slips them back to your ass, squeezing the soft skin with his hand. It makes you go wild.

His hips meet you hard with each bounce as he thrust up into you, burying so deep inside you it has you screaming. The sounds of your skin slapping and your wet cunt getting fucked are ringing through your ears. Your arms have begun to shake and you finally can’t take it anymore as you collapse onto him. Your lips meet in a sloppy, hungry kiss while you keep slamming down on him while he simultaneously thrusts his hips up into you. You reach your climax with your lips on his, moaning into him. He keeps fucking up into you while cum around him. Hands firmly on your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock, helping you ride out your orgasm. 

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you…”

Tears of pleasure are wetting your eyes. After needing this for so long, wanting him for so long - longer than you have ever been able to admit to yourself. 

You feel how his dick twitches inside you as he comes undone. Fucking his cum deep into you. The warm seed covering your walls. He finally removes his hands from your hips, sneaking them around your back, hugging you against his chest. You lie like this for a little while, both of you catching your breath.  

“Should we start the film over? We missed a lot of it.” You giggle.  

“Nah, don’t think I can focus right now…” He squeezes you tight, pulling you against his bare chest, planting a kiss on the top of your head “I’d rather focus on you.” 

You nuzzle your face into his warm sternum. “Maybe we could hit the shower then?”    

“Oh, we suddenly can, sweetheart.” He answers, moving his arms so he has one under your knees and the other under your back, lifting you up bridal style. You laugh softly as he carries you to the master bathroom.

… Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in

And the tide's gonna turn an' it's all gonna roll your way …

You are laying in his bed now, tangled up together in the soft sheets, half asleep and smelling freshly of his lemon body wash. Your dress has been replaced by one of Dieter’s t-shirts. Your hand are in his hair, mindlessly scraping his scalp with your fingertips, and his hands stroking your back.    

“I think I’ll be quitting.” You whisper before leaving a loving kiss on his lips. “Can’t have you keep fucking your assistant.” You add against his mouth. 

“So, this wasn’t a one-time thing?” He sounds stunned and hopeful his voice dropping an octave.    

“Nah, I don’t think it was.” You tell him with a soft smile.   

His lips are back on yours again. The kiss is so sweet, you can feel him smiling against your lips.

“Guess I’ll have to look for a new assistant then. No one is gonna be as good as you though.” He nuzzles his nose against your chee. "But maybe you could still come along to the award shows, red carpets always makes me nervous, you know and you're very calming for my nerves, sweetheart… "

"That would make the press think we’re dating."

“Would that be so bad?” He whispers, sounding both serious and nervous. The implications of what he's asking are making your stomach do a flip and warmth spread through your chest. He wants to date you!?

“No, It wouldn’t.” You answer and you mean it.

“Even though I’m not some young hot personal fitness trainer guru person…” He rambles jokingly, but you can hear a hint of seriousness and uncertainty.

You can’t help but laugh at that, warmly. It’s a silly thought as if you could ever want someone that wasn’t him. Why be with anyone else when you could have him. Not because he is a famous actor or because he is some sort of perfect person. But because you could have the real him, the version he usually doesn’t show others, you being one of the few that get that side of him.  

“Dieter, you are literally on the sexiest men alive list, you have a fucking Oscar statuette on your bathroom shelf.” You shake your head with a grin. “Besides, that wouldn’t be you.”

"Cool, cos there are no others I'd rather bring." He kisses you again and it is sweeter than ever.

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

184. Mastermind

"How’d you know I’d be here?”

Midge gives him a little smile and a shrug. “Would you believe it if I told you I’m a mastermind?”

“Without question,” he answers immediately. The hand holding his cigarette twitches a little bit, and he adjusts his hold on the bag under his arm.

She offers the coat in her arms - the one he’d left behind that morning at her apartment. “I thought you might want this back.”

He looks at the garment before reaching out, taking it from her gently. “You know, after I bailed you out, this thing smelled like you for a month,” he comments, looking at her softly.

It’s strange to her, knowing what she does now, that he’s always looked at her this way. Like...like he loves her.

She’s pretty sure he does. “How long will you be gone?” She asks hesitantly.

Lenny sighs, a puff of smoke rising into the air as he does. “I don’t know,” he responds.

Midge feels her heart stop for a moment, her stomach twisting into a nervous knot. “Oh,” she breathes. She should’ve expected it honestly. He’s like quicksilver: the moment you think you have him in your grasp, he slips away.

“But I will be back,” he promises, leaning down toward her and finding her gaze insistently.

She bites her lip gently and nods. “Okay.”

He returns to his usual height, that adoring look still on his face, and he hands the coat back, making her furrow her brow. “My bail,” he explains. “You can give it back to me next time I see you.”

She lets herself smile as she takes it back. “And if I don’t have it with me?”

He smirks then. “Then I suppose I’ll have to come give the Upper West Side another shot.”

She feels her smile grow. “I’d like that.”

He nods and then jerks his thumb down the hall. “I’ve gotta catch my flight.”

She got so lost in their little moment that it startles her, remembering where they are, and she’s glad Alfie waited with the car so this could be a more private moment. “Right,” she replies. “Travel safe.”

He grins but doesn’t move for a moment, and she thinks he’s going to kiss her until he quietly says, “See ya, Midge.”

Her lips part in surprise as he starts to walk away. “Lenny!” She calls after him, making him turn back to face her. She flounders for words before finally settling very stupidly on, “No kiss?”

He smiles at her affectionately. “Darling, if I kiss you, I probably won’t get on that plane.”

“Then don’t. Stay. We can...I don’t know, get Chinese food and spend three days in bed and talk about - ”

“Midge,” he pleads.

She blinks quickly, biting her lip as she feels her throat tightening. “I just...don’t want you to go.”

He moves back toward her. “I have to, though,” he breathes. “I promise I’ll be back.”

He dips his head, resting his forehead against hers, and she closes her eyes, trying to stop herself from crying. Then she tilts her head and kisses him slowly, sweetly.

He kisses her back as she cups his neck with her hands, and it’s too brief before he’s pulling away again. “Some extra incentive to return quickly,” he comments.

“You bet your ass,” she teases with a playful swat to his chest. “Go,” she adds quietly.

He ducks his head and gives her one last kiss before heading for his plane.

[blucassiopeia]

Almost - 2

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, NSFW 18+ content MDNI, mentions of heavy drinking and getting drunk, drunken fluff, drunk foreplay inc. dry humping, oral fem!receiving, vouyerism, cheating(?), pining, angst, comfort (?), stupidly complicated, surprising and agitating, women empowerment

part 1 - 8.4k words ; part 2 - 6.7k words

A Miya Osamu x reader ft Miya Atsumu one shot

a/n: jdksjsksksjskksla PART 2 BECAUSE IT'S TOO LONG FOR MY COMFORT

missed the part 1?

Miya Osamu's dragging you to God knows where, you were all worried if someone's gonna see. Your eyes were on his hand gripping yours, how long has it been? You felt guilty on having some good memories on this, you wanna run to Atsumu. You feel safe with him.

With Osamu, your danger alerts come blaring left and right.

"Rin."

"Yeah, yeah, just get on with it and please, this will be the last."

Rintarou gave you a cold gaze and cleared his throat before stepping aside from what it seems to be a door of their room. He dragged you inside, and your heart felt like it ran marathons you grabbed your hand back attempting to escape.

"Please Y/n, cooperate. For Atsumu."

For Atsumu? You'll do anything for Atsumu.

You stopped struggling, but you don't want him touching you so you still struggled free from his grasp. He huffed, relieved, as he saw you stood in the center of the room.

"I'm listening."

Osamu nodded, fixing his thoughts that he practiced with Ran and her husband. "Atsumu has to know everything, Y/n."

"What everything are we talking about here?"

Osamu stared at you, "Your call. Anything to save your relationship with him. Justーjust be honest with him, Y/n."

You felt anger rising from the depths of you, you sneered at him. "How dare you say that to me. How dare you ask me to be honest when you yourself hid the truth from him."

"C'mon. I'm offeringー"

"Rin. Have you seen Y/n?"

"No."

"She's with Osamu?"

"Huh?"

"Is she inside?"

"Atsuー"

The door suddenly opened, revealing a smiling Atsumuーno, not smiling, his eyes are not smiling. Fear quickly creeped through your bones, tears are welling from your eyes. You wanted to run to him, hug him, but you're not sure if he's gonna hug you back.

"Y/n? I'm supposed to introduce you to the rest of our friends. Are youー" His eyes raked to Osamu's direction who has his face turned away from Atsumu. "ーsomewhat, busy? 'Samu, Suga-san's outside looking for you, too."

Rintarou groaned at his back and you noticed Shinsuke peeking over Atsumu's shoulder, staring at you. Shinsuke hummed, "We should leave them, Atsumu." Atsumu nodded and huffed, took a few steps closer to you to give you forehead kisses.

You whispered his name as he rests his forehead against yours. "I'll wait for you at the party, Y/n."

You were about to say you love him and only him when he moved away from you and patted Osamu's shoulder, gave it a firm squeeze. "'Samu, be kind to her."

"No." Atsumu froze midway to the door and gave Osamu a tired look you never seen all your life. "Stay. You need to hear everything."

"What's happening, Rin?"

"Go back to the party Ran."

You saw Ran and her husband peeked on the three of you inside the room and how Ran locked eyes with Osamu, smiled reassuringly and nodded, tapping her husband's shoulder and Rin's. And with some telepathy, they closed the door, leaving you three alone.

"What?" Atsumu chuckled after a long silence. "Are we just gonna stand here and stare at the shiny floor?"

You thought both you and Osamu are testing Atsumu's waters, that you both gonna tread on this situation carefully. You thought wrong, because Osamu just blurted out, "Remember the incident that happened when I came back from Argentina? The one where you have to pick me up in the bus stop?"

Atsumu nodded, "Yeah." And you felt cold suddenly, closing your eyes and praying to the heavens silently.

"She wasー"

"ーthe one that you told me about. The one who you almost had sex with. Yeah, I know. Rami and her friend told me that story I branded as a rumor 6 months ago when we got back together. They have different accounts as to what happened but with all the same person."

You both froze, and you were dumbfounded as to how Atsumu made it sound like it was nothing. Doesn't it bother him? Doesn't it matter to him? How? Whyー

"Why didn't you tell me?" You whispered under your breath so soft you were worried he didn't catch it.

"Of course." Atsumu sincerely smiled at you and Osamu, Osamu still staring at his brother, finding an emotion he can't find as of the moment. "I can't trust other people's recounts. I wanna hear it from both of you."

Your knees buckled as it loses its strength to hold up your weight, it made you squat and your breaths were stuffed. You feel like your world was spinning hard but got stopped abruptly, crashing your veins with your heart.

This wasn't what you expected. So all this time, he knew. Atsumu knew. The twins' 1st birthday party, the world outside seems so far away right now.

"Are there more I have to hear about?"

Osamu gulped, glancing at your distressed state on the floor before meeting Atsumu's unreadable eyes. He might've expected some of this, but Atsumu having this unreadable emotion is new to him he felt like lost in his own twin's proximity. For the first time, he felt detached from him.

He took a deep breath, concluding he has to end this whatever Atsumu's feeling right now. It pains him.

"IーI had HAD feelings for Y/n before Ran came into our lives. I kinda.. hated her for attracting both of us. Hated her because she was oblivious to what she was doing. But Ran came, and I didn't care anymore. That night was a blur butー"

"I love her Atsumu, what can you do? What can I do?"

"You don't have feelings for her anymore?"

Osamu didn't like how Atsumu smiled at him while saying those words. It felt like Atsumu was praying so hard for him to answer none. Like he doubted his feelings for Ran. Like he didn't trust him.

"None. All I know is she irritates the hell out of me, scaring the hell out of me, and hell, I still hate her because she can destroy us. I can't be kind to her, Atsumu. She left you once, I can't trust her again."

"Yeah," Atsumu chuckled, running a hand through his hair, and on the back of his neck. "She can destroy us. Because I will always choose you over her but I'm worried you'll feel guilty because you know she makes me so damn happy." He whispered the last phrase like it meant a lot to him, which it certainly did.

And Osamu's hands hooked up his hips, breathing to the ceiling, feeling like drowning at the atmosphere of the room. Atsumu knows him too well, and he can't tell Osamu that he'd feel guilty because he already did, it's suffocating.

And you felt so little hearing Atsumu's words. Of course, he'll choose his brother over some relationship. Osamu was there with Atsumu all their life, he was his partner at everything. The boys were right, Rintarou was right, you're destroying that precious bond they have. You don't want that. Their bond was what you love about them. Butー

"You?" Atsumu's voice was soft when he sat down infront of you. "Y/n you have something to say?"

You didn't notice you were shaking until he held both your hands gently and kissed it, it teared you up more. Whatever you would say to him now will hurt him. You gave him nothing but pain, it's revolting.

"IーOsamu's my first love, Atsumu."

The words felt so bitter rolling out your tongue. You had a hard time locking eye contact with him for you saw how his expression changed. He looked defeated. Osamu groaned somewhere in the room, but you didn't care. Atsumu was more important. And you saw how he was breaking in front of you.

"Before you, it was him. Was."

Atsumu withdrew his hands from you to cup his face, wiping his escaping tears in the process. A few more of agonizing silent moments kicked in before he found his voice back and fiddled with your fingers.

"Okay. Continue. It's okay. I'm listening." His voice was hoarse it slowly broke your heart. But you have to continue, to disclose this matter once and for all, even if it breaks you both.

"He was giving me mixed signals, and I sortaーa little bitーattracted to him. Heーhe never fails to remind me he existed." You confessed and you heard Osamu scoffed, already annoyed at what he was hearing, you have to refrain from throwing everything at him.

"So, is having the same face as him made it hard for you to forget him?"

Your jaw dropped at how Atsumu interpreted what you said, flabbergasted about how to even react, your mouth hanged open and closed in attempt to answer.

"NO!" You exclaimed, felt scandalized, your voice echoed through the walls. "NoーAtsumu no, it's nothing like that."

"Okay." Atsumu cleared his throat. "Okay. Go on."

"I don't feel comfortable when he's around me. He's making me feel guilty, he's making me reassure myself, reevaluate myself and my feelings for youーand I swear, I swear Atsumu, I really really love you."

"Y/n.." With full of emotions, Atsumu slightly smiled at you. "You don't hide something like this from the one you love."

"You don't let him think of why is he waiting for an explanation of your actions. You don't let him think of choosing between you and his brother. You don't let him feel insecure of your love."

"Butーbut Atsumu, I don't want you to get hurt.."

"But you're both hurting me right now." You froze as his voice broke, your breath hitched and shallowed.

"It's crushing me Y/n." Atsumu's lips quivered as he spoke and it broke you more as he reached out for your hand and gripped it against his. "Why did both of you have to wait for 5-6 months to tell me everything that I NEED to know? Why did you both have to wait? Are you really cheating on my back?"

"ATSUMU!"

"No, 'Tsumu, love, it's nothing like that."

"Then why?" Atsumu sobbed, and you really had the audacity to wipe his tears from his cheeks. "Tell me. I don't want to choose between you two. I rather die than choosing one from you."

The only sound that can be heard in the silent room was Atsumu's sobs and sniffles, and maybe the restless breaths from both you and Osamu, suffering from a heartbroken Atsumu.

"You don't have to choose." Osamu broke the silence, maybe because he can't take more of Atsumu's sobs it's also breaking him. Who wouldn't? "We can both get over each other in due time."

Atsumu smirked through his sniffs. "You can never move on from your first love. Thought I told you that, 'Samu."

Atsumu played with your fingers, heaving breaths every now and then, gentle kisses every now and then. It felt like an hour but you didn't want him to stop. These moments with him even amidst turmoils are what you live for. He assures you're at peace every damn time.

"Do you somehow want me to break this relationship up?"

"Do youーdo you want me to give you space, Y/n? Do you want a cool off? I can give you that."

"Atsumu." Your voice was breathy, and your eyes searching for his that's focused on your hands. You still haven't registered what was he saying. You don't want to.

"It's all I can give you now. Youーyou have to calibrate yourself, reevaluate your feelings for me.. anything, anything you want to change."

"Atsumu."

And you somehow were dragged back to the harsh reality, your voice felt like a kilometers away. You held up his shaking hand and caressed it, kissed it, thinking it might help with the situation presented in front of you.

"Don't worry, Y/n. Ifーif you want me back, God, if you want me back, I'll come running back to you. As fast as I can." You kissed Atsumu's palms as fresh batch of tears poured from your eyes and Atsumu's. "If.. if you ever wanted to break up after the cool off, I will understand you with the bestest of my ability. I will understand you with all of my heart, Y/n. Hell, you can take my heart and break it I won't care. Justーjust be honest with yourself."

"Is that what you want, Atsumu?"

"Y/n.." You heard Osamu whined somewhere in the room but you were focused on Atsumu who has his eyes on you.

"Yes. If that's what you needed, to see me clearly, with no ugly distraction named Osamu." Atsumu was the only one who chuckled with that, you can't imagine how he's holding all his emotions up to fix the problem himself.

"Jokes aside, hmm, IーI want you to love me for me Y/n. I believe it's what I deserve. And I don't want it from anyone else but you."

You smiled, wiping his tears from his lashes, and cupped his face. "You want a better version of me?"

"C-Can I at least ask that from you? I really don't wanna lose you but I want you to be honest with yourself too."

"A cool off then."

It went as a whisper but it was louder than any loud noise you had ever heard youself saying. But you had no choice but to take this chance to fix yourself. You also want the best for Atsumu and if he needs this, then you'll do it. No questions asked. Butーyou really don't want to do a cool off, too. You're afraid that something might change. You're afraid that even if you love him, even if you know you'll shamelessly choose to still be with him, he'll give up on you along the way.

You had no right to whine then. You had no right to demand or to go against his decisions. You were the one that brought them both in this situation. You. No one else.

Osamu was like drifting like a feather through the twins' 1st birthday party. People came rushing past him and he didn't even notice he was already holding Takeshi in his arms until the little baby boy blabbered and slapped his face. He huffed and kissed Takeshi's cheek before passing him to his father.

"Did it hurt?" Osamu heard Atsumu chuckled at his side.

"Hinata has a heavier hand than Takeshi." Then they both chuckled at the thought of how Hinata really got her traits from her mother, definitely a Ran 2.0.

And there was silence again as the games went on and all theit friends sitting in their table are out playing. Osamu still hasn't pulled his thoughts back, still stuck at what happened at the room just hours ago. It lingered like a fresh wound. He can still hear Atsumu crying, he wanted to be deaf for a second, it's disturbing.

"I can't be with someone who's not comfortable with you around for the rest of my life, 'Samu. That's why I asked for the cool off."

"Hm."

"You're more important." Atsumu assured.

"Hm." Osamu exhaled slowly to ease himself. He knew something felt a little off with his twin. But he has to just be with him through it all right? That's what his Ma always reminding them. "I'm sorry for keeping it for so long."

Osamu gazed at Atsumu who shook his head. "No. I'm sorry for making you feel like you should keep it all to yourself."

"RAAAAN! KUROO-NII-SAN'S CHEATING!!!"

"AM NOT! SHUT UP LEV!"

"I saw it Kuroo-san. Put it back."

"Akira, not you too."

Osamu felt something restricting his throat hearing Atsumu say that. He's clearly the one at fault here, before and now. It never changed.

"Kenjiro."

"You never change, Osamu. You're still top-notch at inducing pain to other people."

"'Tsumu.."

"Shut it now. I'm fine. We will be fine." How Atsumu whispered his last sentence kept Osamu in the edge, dangling. Of course, they will all be fine, but when?

Atsumu distracted himself by eating the finger foods served in the table, trying it all. Osamu wondered how Atsumu got this appetite after what happened, he doesn't even have appetite for his own. His stomach is still gurgling from all the stress he might vomit if needed.

"Oy! Tobio! Play!"

"He's worried for Yuki, the competition is today."

"Help me move out from the apartment after this? Wanna crash in your room until she decides whether to get back with me or to end it for good."

Osamu's brows perked up at what Atsumu said, shocked. "Wanna stay with Ran?"

"Yeah, the twins might help me de-stress."

"You'll gonna witness cheesy moments every fucking day." Osamu grumbled, remembering how Ran and her husband just didn't care if he's right there or no and all that mattered to them was each other. Which was cool, Ran needs it.

"I will experience it with you then." Atsumu grinned, but Osamu saw how it didn't reach his eyes as it was followed by another silence. How did he let this happen again? "I can't let anything, anyone, destroy us. You're all I have from womb till now, Osamu."

"But do you still love her?" What kind of question is that, Osamu?

"I still do, so fucking much. But I deserve better. A better her." Atsumu fiddled with his fingers as his eyes lingered at Ran carrying Hinata and conversing with Mai and Doc Ayaka, Kenji and Kiyoomi's girlfriends. "I'm just scared of how Ran will react. She slapped Seina when she broke up with Keiji."

"Ran's not like that, 'Tsumu. Of course, she will be upset because her friends are vital to her, especially now at her stage. She just slapped Seina to wake her up."

Osamu smirked at how he remembered Kei grumbling at the GC at how his sister just went gangsta and slapped Seina at school premises, and later claimed she did that for her own good and yeah, it worked but Keiji went and scolded her which was not typical of him.

"Think she can help Y/n?"

"She might be thinking of that right about now. Don't worry. Whenever push comes to a shove, she's got you." Always. That's why Osamu likes her, she never disappoints, she's always there. She understands unconditionally, selfless and steadfast.

But he never noticed that the first time, that's why they're all here and struggling. Regret comes deep.

And also at the expense of his own brother's emotions.

He has been standing by the door of Atsumu and Y/n's room for almost an hour. The other side was disturbing to listen but Osamu can't seem to take a step away, or even take a step inside. His hands had gone white gripping the door jamb, battling with his own thoughts. He knew this would happen. He knew. But it still hurts hearing Atsumu cry his heart out alone.

Osamu let out a shaky breath as he felt a hand on his shoulder and it paused, maybe noticing Atsumu's cries inside the room. The hand tugged him away from the door with a sigh and it drew him closer to a hug to which he has no energy to return to. His head dropped at the shoulder he will always recognize everywhere, hand rubbing his back as he notices he was crying too.

"Why is it so hard to learn how to love, Ran?"

"Maybe, it's because you're viewing love as a lesson to be learned." She paused, kissing the portion of his head that her pale lips can reach. "It should be felt, 'Samu. And be honest to yourself even if you can't be honest to others."

Ran held Osamu's face and her thumbs wiped his tears away from his cheeks, he nudged his face closer to her palms. Her touch calms him and she'll never know that.

"Go distract yourself first outside, I'll come back for you, hm?" Osamu shot a where are you going look at Ran pointed her lips to the door where Atsumu is, and he immediately nodded. "I'll call you or plushie if something happens."

"D'you drink your meds?"

Ran flashed her grin at Osamu and tapped his shoulder. "Yes, sir. Go now. Shoo!"

Osamu stared at Ran staring at the door for a few seconds before turning the knob and pushing the door open. Atsumu's cries spiked up volume and it was silenced again as Ran closed the door. Don't worry Atsumu, Ran's got you.

"You suffer like this everyday?"

Osamu chuckled silently as Atsumu whispered that question to him while peeking at Ran and her husband dance silly in the kitchen. Atsumu has his phone recording the wholesome scene, Osamu keeping the twins busy as the four of them peeked.

"Seriously?"

"It's rather enjoying, 'Tsumu. We never see Ran that happy before."

Atsumu went silent as the music track ended, so as his video. Osamu noticed it and he nudged him by his shoulder. "I-I'll send this to the GC."

He watched Atsumu turn up to their room and the twins looked up at him in question, while sucking their small fingers. Suddenly, the twins squealed and made grabby hands to someone in his back.

"Sneaking~" Ran leaned down to kiss her twin's cheeks. "Dada! Get 'Keshi! It's lunch time." She called out.

After the incident with Atsumu crying, she never talked about what happened in the room. She just said, "He's broken. Let him be broken for a while. Y/n will fix him if she's true to her words."

And that's what worries Osamu. What if you don't fix him? What if you'll break up with Atsumu again? Osamu can't bear the guilt then.

Ran poked Osamu's forehead and stared at him as her husband scooped Takeshi up and took him to the kitchen. "Stop worrying. It's painted all over your face." She scooped up Hinata and gave her to Osamu. "'Tsumuu~ Lunch!"

"Hai~ be right over!"

"She'll be with me for the whole of next week in this onsen in Gunma. I'll talk to her there. So stop worrying, okay? The twins can pick up your emotions."

Osamu can just nod and trust Ran.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror. Eyebags, ugly skin, bedhair.. You were not yourself since a week ago, since Atsumu asked for a cool off and haul his things out of the apartment to give you the space he talked about.

The week was agonizing, it felt like you were dying. But you deserve this, you got nothing for an excuse. You should've moved on from Osamu before you went back with Atsumu. You shouldn't have made it a big deal with him existing. You should just have focused on Atsumu and no one else.

Tears streamed again on your face for a millionth time. You wish Atsumu would just come back. But it'll be too much to ask considering you were the one at fault. You should haul yourself, get better and run back to him. But how...

Your phone kept on ringing but you ignored it. You didn't noticed you had fallen asleep on the floor by your mirror, until someone nudge you awake by the shoulder. An unfamiliar face was the first thing you saw opening your eyes, she was looking down at you and smiling, then you saw Ran by your side, brows all furrowed.

"Let's get you ready. Saeko-nee, can you prepare something she could eat? I doubt she has eaten already." The one she called Saeko nodded and beamed at you.

"I'll whip up something fast, we have a flight to catch." Then she strolled away to wherever.

Your eyes flew back to Ran who was pouting already. "How is this making yourself better, Y/n? You're neglecting yourself instead."

"Is Atsumu okay?" Your voice was hoarse from all the crying and silence for a week, you haven't talked with anyone.

"He's okay, maybe? The twins are getting him busy." She smiled at you, the light from the outside flashing against her face it's pretty. She's pretty. "C'mon. You have to get up."

You hoisted yourself up with Ran's help and she pushed you to the bathroom to get showered. You didn't know what's happening though, but you didn't mind. You were too broken to mind.

"Hey. Stop spacing out. You have to prioritize yourself first before Atsumu." She nudged you away from your spiraling thoughts and you found yourself in front of Ran, holding up outfits. "Which one you wanna wear to the airport?"

"Where are we going?" As you pulled the fleeced sweater you remembered Atsumu bought you.

Ran hummed as she pulled up her ringing phone, cancelled the call from whoever and with brows all furrowed typed away something. "We're going.. to Tokyo, then Gunma. We have to meet up with the other ladies in Tokyo, then shop a little I don't know. Then onsen in Gunma."

"How many days?"

Before she could answer, her phone rang again and this time she accepted the call. "I'M NOT CORRUPTING HER YOU PIECE OF SHITーSHE NEEDS FRIENDS!ーYeah yeah, take care of my boys and my little girl okay?ーYES OKAY! GEEZ." Then she hanged up the call with a huff. "Hope 'Nata will slap you hard."

She turned to you with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I have a plus one baby in our place." Atsumu. "So, we'll be away for a week. Hope you don't mind. You need it, Y/n."

Saeko turned up with mushroom soup and lots of buttered bread a while later after you dressed up.

You were slightly invigorated as you finally got a word from him. It has been a week and he didn't told you where he would stay while being away. Now you knew he scooched in with Ran, you slightly felt at ease. And he was worrying about you getting corrupted..

"Hey! I'm applying concealer for your eyebags, Y/n. Don't tear upp!" You smiled at Ran and nodded, sniffing, chuckling.

"That's more like it. Keep smiling, Y/n-chan." Saeko mused as she fixed your hair.

"Seina's gonna be unbearable if we miss our flight. Let's hustle." That was Ran finishing with the concealer and the lipgloss.  "You're pretty, Y/n. No wonder the big baby is so madly inlove with you."

You squeaked a thank you as she pushed back her stool and stood up, Saeko already packing your essentials stuffing it all in a bag Atsumu bought you when yours snapped a long time ago. They hustled and you were flowing with them, it felt comfortable.

As you stepped up to the messy living room, you saw a golden haired man sitting comfortably at the couch and fiddling with his phone. When Saeko approached him, he immediately looked up and smile, eyes training to Ran and then to you. Ran stood aside for the man to see.

"Well?"

"Cool. But she still looked dead, Seina will be stressed." Ran grumbled hearing the man's words. "Let's go. You are running late for the flight."

As the man walked ahead you ladies, Ran peeked up your face and smiled. "That's Akiteru, my brother. And Saeko-nee's hisー"

A moment of silence came as maybe Ran expected a prompt from the two humans in question. Saeko walked faster and was already shadowing Akiteru in seconds.

"PUT ON A LABEL ALREADY!!"

Akiteru shot a glare to Ran that made her grumble more and pout. So this is how you rein in Ran. You chuckled as you starting to see why Osamu loves this lady, piece by piece.

You wondered how was he since that day. Did he make it up with Atsumu? Did he say he's sorry? Hoping he did, hoping they're fine. Osamu might be an asshole for you but one thing was sure, he loves his brother so much and that he can catch a bullet for him. You can't believe you almost jeopardized their bond. You have to make sure when you get back with Atsumu someday, you can't or will not be bothered by Osamu's presence, as it should be. You have to move on from him.

The flight from Osaka to Tokyo was fine and you got on a cab from the airport to a certain hospital pad unit off Fuchu District.

Ran squealed as she ran for a certain lady when they entered a unit. "Congrats for the win, Yuki~"

But this Yuki did ignore her because she was staring at you, as the rest of them did. "Is she the one?"

"Yea."

"You could've done worse, Ran. She still looked dead, she could've looked like a zombie."

"You should've been the one to fix her then Seina, since you're so good."

"Oh I would do a better job later than you, thank you for the compliment."

"Yoomii~ I have to go with theeem~"

You heard from inside one of the rooms. Ran gestured you to sit beside a blond cute girl with a barette in her hair that beamed at you.

"Ayaka-san?" Ran whispered to Mai, you remembered her from the party.

"Kiyoomi most likely doesn't want her to be with you."

"EXCUSE ME!?"

"Uh-oh." The ladies giggle as Ran stormed inside a room.

"Ah! Ran-chan!"

"EXCUSE ME MR. SAKUSA!? AYAKA-SAN'S GOING WITH US!"

"Atsumu said you're gonna corrupt them again. No."

"Why are you being so meeean?! Ayaka-san, drop that call!"

You heard girly whines from the room and Ran's grunts.

"Ran, I'm gonna marry that woman. You have to take care of her. Ayaka, text me every hour, or else I'm coming to pull you out wherever you are."

"Ugh! Shut up!" Silence. "Stop grinning Ayaka-san!"

Yuki and Seina sneered. "She's really a KJ, Sei."

"That's not even half of it. Ghad, thought her plushie sweeped that attitude out of her."

"Hey." A girl with glasses and black hair tapped your thigh as she was smiling at you. "You okay?" You nodded, can't find the words to converse with these new acquiantances. "She dragged you out, didn't she?"

"You have to get used with it, Y/n-san. She's prickly but she's sweet."

"The sweetest." That was Seina grumbling as she leaned back on the couch.

"She's just prickly because of what Atsumu did to her when she's still in highschool." You perked up at what Mai said giggling, the girls noticed it and began giggling too.

"It was a lyric prank, and supposed to be for Osamu to come out of his shell but it backlashed when Osamu left Atsumu in the air. Since then, she became defensive and prickly towards the boys, but she still cares. So much."

"Kenji and Yuuji can't even shut up that it was the other boys' chance to make a move on her while her plushies out missing in action."

"Tadashi and Kei, and the rest of our team were furious of how it sounded like."

And the recounts of Ran's relationship with the boys continued until you went out again to stroll the Tokyo streets with a grinning Ayaka driving. You were learning more about their circle of friends, it was peaceful and you felt finally included. Not even once did the girls leave you in your deadly thoughts, they picked you up and dressed you up metaphorically.

Their phones were off and on Ran's crossbody bag, not a care in the world that their boyfriends were calling and worrying. Ran can't have that distraction and she said this is just once in a lifetime that the clique is complete with Yuki and Ayaka around. They were the ones paying for the expenses, considering they are earning more from competitions and from working in the hospital.

The trip to the onsen came and you were lively as ever already. And they can see the change in you, but didn't point it out on you, just basking on you being able to get back up.

"Did you mention to your hubby what onsen we will be? He tends to carelessly blabber around and Atsumu and Kiyoomi might pick up the info." Seina accused as they haul up the baggages from the trunk.

Ran froze and grinned, which made Seina roll her eyes. "I might have. You know plushie, I have to tell him wherever on earth I will be. And then there's Kei andー"

"Oh shut up already. It's been 2 days, love might've already called him to ask what onsen are we in."

And you smiled as they exchanged banter after banter as all of you checked into the onsen village. The place was rather traditionally and it's relaxing as per Yuki. She must've been here before.

"You're not allowed to interact with the Miyas whenever they will be here any day, okay?" You froze as Ayaka added, with Kiyoko nodding. "We can't have you getting hurt again because of those twins."

Ran came silent at Ayaka's words, and you noticed it. And it dawned on you. They didn't know the whole story. You bit your lip and stayed low. You were worried they might change after they would know what really happened.

"You gotta be shitting me."

"Oh my God."

"We came here first. What's the problem?"

"RAAAAAN!! SEE!! I TOLD YOU!!"

Ran grumbled and stomped through the corridor. You and Ayaka followed her and you stood there frozen, as your eyes focused on Atsumu behind the towering boys. His face was turned away and head low.

"WHY ARE Y'ALL HERE!? ANDー" Ran unleashed her hands to her husband's arms that's just laughing and trying to hug her. "ーWHERE ARE THE TWINS!?"

"In here!"

A voice from the back sounded and you can really see the twins from here, staring at everywhere.

Seina sneered at Ran. "You messed up, bigtime! Look at Y/n! She's gone silent again!"

Ran shot a glare at her plushie, "Don't y'all dare to get near us for 2 days. I'm gonna smack your asses in public if you do."

Her husband leaned down to her ear and you swear, all of the girls can giggle louder at how Ran blushed after her husband whispered, "Yes, Mama."

But your attention wasn't with them. It was with Atsumu that was already staring at you, full of longing, and you knew you mirrored it with your eyes because one of the boys deliberately blocked both your views.

"Don't talk with your eyes."

"We're not, Tadashi. Stop feeding Ran's mood. Let's go, 'Samu." And Atsumu walked past the boys and you, Osamu towing behind him. A brown-haired man tagged along with Takeshi in his arms.

"Gonna teach you how to get girls, Ouji, so you won't be like 'Samu-jii-san."

Mai automatically palmed her face when she heard it, you figured that was her boyfriend Kenji.

"Gimme Hinata." Yuki told a sleek-black haired man carrying the little girl. Of course, you remember Tobio. Atsumu kept blabbering about him being a freak setter that's crazy fast in evolving.

"Are you mad, Yuki? I'm sorry. Tadashi dragged me." Tobio asked while handing over Hinata to Yuki.

Yuki smiled and kissed Tobio's cheek while Hinata snuggled in her neck. "No. Go now before Ran explodes."

"C'mon plushie, I missed you, and they tagged along."

"This is not a field trip!"

"I love you."

Ran grumbled and stormed to whichever room was assigned to you girls, "I LOVE YOU TOO!"

The big man chuckled and winked at you, "I got 'Tsum-'Tsum. So enjoy your onsen, Y/n."

But you were distracted already. The thoughts the girls drove away came poking back even though they tried to distract you again. Atsumu's just near, within the area. You wanted to run back to him this instant but you're in Ran's mercy.

"Share everything to them later, and maybe they can give advices to you, hm? We will not rush you but this is just the time that we're complete, so take the chance and talk. Hm?" You nodded and offered her a little smile which she returned with a hug.

Ayaka groaned as she entered the room, "You can't join us in the onsen, Ran. Water's temp is not good for you. No steaming too."

Ran smiled but there was a lingering sadness within, you can feel it, because you were sorta like that nowadays. "It's okay, Ayaka-san. I'll just stay clear from the onsens with Hinata."

And out of nowhere, she spilled a boob out for Hinata to latch on, you felt your face burning as you saw how Hinata held it and sucked. And it's not just you but all of you in the room, maybe except Yuki and Saeko.

"H-hey! Give us a warning next time!" That was Seina stuttering funny.

"You're all just dirty-minded." Ran huffed and caressed Hinata's cheek. "Right, baby? They're thinking of their boyfriends, right?"

"That Ran is playing dirty, Saeko-nee!" Seina whined as you were soaked in the onsen room with them. Saeko just laughed.

"Wish Kenji's hereee!"

"But I am here!"

You heard boys' laughing at the other side of the onsen. Your heartbeats' erratic already, thinking Atsumu's just at the other side and listening.

"Is Ran there?"

"Told you she's not gonna soak."

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

"To Ran, where else?"

"Don't! You'll just drag us to her temper!"

Some of the girls groan with the boys as they met with silence.

"Ran's gonna explode."

"Nah. She's actually soft with him, love."

"Hey! Where are you going 'Tsumu!?"

"Room. Sleep."

"We didn't visit the onsen for you to sleep!"

And before you could even stop yourself, you stood up fast and out of the onsen room.

"Y/n!"

"Oh shit."

"Now, love, Ran's gonna explode."

"Definitely."

You felt yourself running after you changed into your yukata fast, searching for Atsumu's back, and you rounded up the corridor and you finally got a glimpse of it.

"Miya Atsumu!"

You heard him huff and paused in his steps, side-eyeing you. "Ran's gonna be mad at you, Y/n."

With steps turning into strides, you reached him in a matter of seconds and hugged him from behind. You missed him. You missed him so much. You hugged him tighter as you felt his hands rubbed against your arms.

"Ran's gonna see us. Let's stay clear from the corridor."

But he attacked your lips as soon as he locked the door, "Fuck, I missed you Y/n." He murmured against your lips before deepening the kiss, sneaking his tongue inside to play with yours.

But you know you have to fix things first, so you gently pushed him away. Atsumu gave you a questioning look through his erratic breaths. "You should know that I love you, and only you. I don't need the cool off. Theー" You squeaked through your words as he kissed your jaw down to your neck. "ーone week without you alone calibrated me, it made something clear. Andーhahー" You gripped his shoulders as he licked your neck and bit your skin, leaving marks. "ーI won't be distracted with whomever anymore."

Atsumu hummed as he massaged your breasts ontop your yukata, lips still on your neck now travelling to the back of your ear, you whimpered at the ticklish feeling. "You don't need ta tell me. Saw your eyes earlier. And I won't careー" He gripped the backsides of your thighs and lifted you, him walking to the bed. "ーif you're attracted to somebody elseー" He sat down, you straddling against his lap. "ーWhat's mine is mine."

"Fuck."

You groaned as he gripped open your yukata, your breasts spilled in front of his hungry eyes, he quickly latched on a nipple and played with the other. You moaned as he massaged your ass, riding your yukata up high enough to reveal your underwear that's already soaking wet.

You moaned Atsumu's name like a prayer as he pushed a finger inside you, "I love you. Only you. I'mーI'm sorry."

Atsumu shushed and cooed as he hasten the pace of his finger. "I love you too, Y/n. I love you too."

And you were lost in the heat of the moment with Atsumu that you didn't noticed someone was about to open the door but immediately closed it after seeing the both of you in the middle of pleasure.

And Osamu swore it was unintentional. He was worried about Atsumu, but seeing you having sex with him, it somehow relieved him. But why is he feeling something he shouldn't? He's staring at the closed door of the room you're sharing with Atsumu right now, your moans resounding, it's irritating to Osamu's ears.

And when he can't stand it anymore, he walked far, far, as much as possible.

He loves Ran. He knows it. He can feel it. He must not steer away again from that fact. It'll muddle the cycle he has been steering.

You're just a figure from his past, of 7 cycles ago, one of the reasons why you're all here right now in circles. You're just a distraction. And you should stay that way for as long as it permits.

"I regretted ever blinding myself because of my love for you that I didn't notice Ran, Y/n. I regretted ever loving you. Because of you, I lost them."

"No, Osamu. You lost them because you were selfish and indifferent. Keep that in your mind."

And Osamu knows he has to suffer the consequences, the burden of loosing the people he really loves.

"Just a little more, Ran. Just a little more. One cycle more, and you'll be happy, truly happy. It's all I can offer as an apology."

Semi Eita | Sugawara Koushi | Kuroo Tetsurou | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

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Dialogue Prompt: "That is way above my pay grade."

It had seemed like such a good idea on paper when Darcy had told her, armed with her nice curling iron and that one dress from the absolute back of Jane's closet that had been hanging there, still in its dry cleaner plastic, since probably some time in the Cretaceous Period judging by how many mom jeans and flannels Darcy had had to excavate past just to find it, that they were going out. An excellent idea, really. An absolute stroke of pure genius.

And, more importantly, her brilliant plan had been working. Jane, pleasantly tipsy, was actually making friends.

Well, one friend. One very easy on the eyes male friend. Who had been totally okay with Jane interrupting his pool game to lecture him and like half the bar about physics or applied geometry or something. Darcy didn't know, but it sounded smart and very Jane-after-two-shots-of-tequila, so it probably still made sense. To people with a bajillion graduate degrees. Or engineers or something.

But Darcy didn't need to understand. She could totally tell that Mr. Tall, Somewhat Bewildered, and Probably-a-Pool-Shark was into it. Like really into it.

And sure, the dude had been wearing some kind of shapeless JC Penney funeral suit, but he was hot. Like really hot but kind of trying not to be. It wasn't working. Darcy still knew he was hot. Because she knew these things. Better than physics or quadratic equations or whatever.

The stranger in the creepy flasher trench coat she sat next to had just nodded. So he had probably agreed. Or been confused. He'd looked a little confused. But Darcy didn't mind. She was so right and she knew it.

And Jane knew it too. Because she was actually flirting!

Or, well, she was talking about gamma arrays. And something about nucleuses. Nucleii. Nuclice? Those tiny little atom thingies that blew up. Yeah, those!

Flasher Dude just blinked at her and kind of cocked his head. So okay, Darcy was drunk enough to narrate these things out loud. It was fine. Totally fine. And Jane showing interest in a guy was worth like a whole David Attenborough documentary's worth of narration. Well a guy who--

And that's when it happened. Because apparently Darcy had jinxed them by thinking about it.

"Really, Foster? The GRETA project? That's how you start talking dirty?"

Darcy groaned. Just one night. Just one frigging night.

"But the structural advancements--"

No. Not this again. Darcy really didn't even want to hear it. She banged her head against the bar. Mr. Probably Drives a White Van poked her shoulder. He looked concerned. Or maybe constipated. Darcy didn't know and didn't want to find out and--

"--really so pedestrian of you. The readings out of Cheyenne--"

"--Uh, Jane, was it? I think I'm probably--"

"--but germanium provides a--"

--just gonna go now?"

The hot guy had set down his pool cue. Nooo! This wasn't how the evening was supposed to go. Darcy had checked both their lab schedules. She knew she did. Overly Pedantic Jerkface was supposed to be babysitting the freshman astrology section tonight. Astromony? Astromasomething. That thing where they stayed up past 2 and--

"Man, that is way above my paygrade."

Hot Guy had gotten his jacket. And Jane hadn't even noticed. No, not even a little. Because she was glaring daggers at Overly Pedantic Jerkface, still in the center of the bar, the two of them openly doing that thing, where they were whisper shouting and stupidly close and Jane was waving her arms in his face. Something something Berkeley blah blah blah Dr. Whatsherface said-- Darcy was very much done.

And the worst of it was that she wasn't even surprised. Nope. Not a little. She had been totally on track to finally getting Jane laid. Which Jane really, really needed.

But then of course he showed up. Of course.

Darcy turned her head, the sticky mojito residue plastering her hair to her cheek. She sighed. Even the trench coat guy had left.

"--the long term implications of--"

She sighed again, signaling for another of whatever was the last thing the bartender had given her.

It was going to be a terrible night.

[deatheatet]

So, everybody. Z-Dog x Walker One-shot won the poll so here it is

-Zhang's POV-

Z-Dog was standing with me when the rest of the squad was supposed to wake up. I know it botheres her that neither Mansk nor Walker were in our group,that she had to wait longer.Z had been chewing on the inside of her mouth for nearly twenty minutes. I made a mental note to tell the Colonel to get Z some gum,force if he had to. Z never realized she was doing it,so I nudged her with my elbow and she looked at me

"Hell was that for?"Z asked

"Your chewing your cheek"I told her. She hissed,still weird knowing we hiss like cats now, and cursed.

"Goddamn it! What the f-" She cut her swearing off with a pissed look. I remember her say something about it being subconscious I think. Well if she didn't get any gum at least Ja might be able to do something,or keep a bunch of extra packs on him like when we were human When it came time for the next group of our squad to wake up,Me, Z-Dog and Fike were there so no one pulled another Colonel,woke up and went to swinging when they see blue. Next group was Mansk,Warren,Walker,Ja and Prager.Z-dog went to Mansk first. I helped out Warren, people actually thought we were a couple as humans,but we're both straight as Lyle's sniper shots. Well,Warren was bi,so was I,we just preferred women. After Z-Dog heard Walker grumble a little and shoved the scientists away Snarling "Get that fuckin light outta her goddamn eyes"

-Walkers Pov-

My eyes fluttered open and i blinked away some blurriness,and saw an avatar.... She looked familiar till "Hey there Baby. glad to see ya woke up" My ears shot up in recognition, fuckin great,that means I'm Blue...and dead. It was... Was it really,Z... the answer was yes,once I saw the tattoos, always with the fuckin tattoos.

"Z?" I asked, Christ my voice was fucked up, sounds like I choked a little to much.

"Good mornin Sleeping Beauty" Z smiled,it all fell back in place so easy. Our normal teasing,our jokes and everything. "Still sexy,even in blue baby" Z said winking at me when I raised up,and realized that my fuckin ass was showing because of the Fucking gown those damn science pukes put me in. "Funny, asshole"I retorted grinning a little.

After a couple hours and the Colonel's briefing,he must have been good to make a joke dispite having woken up swinging at his squad. Everything pretty much was the same for all of us,We were just taller,bluer and had tails with fangs. Wasn't much fun goin to the gym when we got so fuckin exhausted after only a couple hours,used to be we could go for damn near a day. Didn't matter, Colonel was assigning bunk mates now anyway,no doubt everyone would end up with their favorite team mate. Meaning Fike and I will be bunking, hopefully.

-Z-Dogs POV -

"Alright,all ya shut yer traps" Colonel said,his way of announcing bunk pairings were coming.

"All right so unfortunately,(he grumbles mid sentence "They stupidly forgot there's fuckin 12 of us") We all gotta bunk with someone,but i ain't bunkin with nobody,so there'll be three of ya sharin a room." of course,but I know he just wants some real time to be alone,He had asked bout Paz and the kid not long after waking up..Paz was KIA and no one knows what happened to the kid, wether he stayed,was killed, sent back to earth... Nothing. I got real pissed when I heard they didn't try to watch on the kid,still am actually. Doesn't matter,(It does) Any-Ah shit.

-3rd person POV-

Z spit blood into a trashcan, Quaritch looked at her. 'Remind them damn science pukes to get her some gum' Quaritch thought to himself. Either way he announced "Lyle and Mansk are sharing"

-Walkers Pov-

Ah,Mansk and Lyle. Means Z and I are probably bunking,thank God. I love Fike,he's my best friend,but Z helps with a lot. The list went on after.

Mansk & Lyle

Zhang & Warren

Prager & Ja

Me & Z

Fike,Brown & Lopez,then the Colonel on his own. I'm glad Fike's with Brown and Lopez,yeah they fight a lot but their both close with him. And Brown is a good thing because when Sean has a freak out he usually needs someone to hold him,Brown is his first option. He likes him more than friends but won't admit it because Brown seems straight as an arrow. Hell poor Sean forgets over half of our asses are all bi. The only real straight ones are Colonel,Lyle,Mansk,and Lopez. Ja and Prager honestly give me mixed signals on which one they are.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Thank God. I love Mansk but I wanna talk to Walker about some stuff.

After some more working out it was Lights out. There were bunks in the room,not bunk beds thank God. Walker was in the shower when I got there so I just put on some sweats and took my shirt off. So now I was in my sports bra and my sweats, honestly more modest than how I slept as a human. I was checking out a holo pad when Walker finished her shower.

-Walkers POV-

I finished my shower and dried off. I put on some shorts and my sports bra, basically a sleep version of my regular outfit. Either way I'm to damn tired for anything so I head out and Z's on the bed messing with a holo pad, probably trying to find a movie to watch. "Hey Z" my voice sounds weird,it's just. God I don't know how to explain it.

"Hey" Z responded, looking up at me. God,we spent so many nights together as humans why is it so weird being alone now in these bodies.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Walker looked nervous, can't blame her. No predicting these new bodies but it was something else,I can tell. She's shifting around and she won't look at me,and the tail gives it away.

"Hey, Maria?"

-Walkers POV-

"Hey Maria?"

My head snaps over,Z never calls me Maria like I never call her Alicia, unless it was when we were Fucking,well then we only said each other's first names when we were making love. If we were Fucking...eh I don't wanna mention what we called each other.

"What's wrong,Sweet girl?" Z asked turning my face to her and gently holding her hand to my cheek once I sat down on the bed. I sighed "Sort of. I'm happy we're together but..." I felt blood rush to my face,the second I said this I wasn't living it down

[ericaand]

Waking Up with Joe Quinn

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: NONE. Complete and utter fluff.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, back so soon. What can I get you?"

"Yeah, it's been a crazy night." You say, kicking the length of your stupidly long dress. "This time, can I just have a shot of your best rum?"

The bartender raised an eyebrow and nodded, as he poured your shot. He delicately placed it in front of your body atop the bar.

You smiled and took the tiny glass; shooting it back and allowing the smooth liquid to give you the burn you needed in the back of your throat to boost your confidence just a bit. You smiled as you set the glass down and glanced at your dress again, with annoyance this time. Why would I choose the most difficult dress to walk in for my first event?

You grasp the rhinestone-laden material in your hand and gently lift it upward, just enough to assure you won't trip on your way back to your seat. As you weaved your way through the tables and chairs filled with people you never thought you'd meet, you noticed that your vision was getting slightly off. Lines weren't as straight and the floor seemed to be a million miles away.

Luckily, you were waived over by your castmates and you continued on your journey back to your seat. As you were seated, your eye scanned the table of your castmates; all were looking at the stage except for one: Joe.

He smiled and gave a nod, to which you smiled. You'd grown close to him, working so closely on set, and now you felt like you could truly call him a friend. As the show went on and awards were won, you attempted to fit in; clap when everyone else did, laugh on cue and even attempt to be sad when really this was one of the best days of your life so far.

Everyone began to walk out and you stood to hug the castmates goodbye, but ended up tripping over the leg of the chair. To your luck, Joe was nearby (awaiting for a hug assumably) and was able to catch you before it was a complete face plant.

"Ay love, you alright?" He looked with concern.

"I'm...fine." You said with a scrunched face and a waving hand.

"Don't think so, I can smell ya from 'ere." He whispered. "C'mon, let's get ya out of here before anyone notices. Don't want your first awards show to be your last now, hmm?"

He grabbed your small clutch and situated it snuggly into the crook of your arm. He proceeded to reach his arm around your waist and guide your arm around his back. As you two walked out, he assured that you didn't stumble or make a fool of yourself. As you were walking your way through the flashes of light, you wondered what the headlines would read tomorrow. Probably something about you and Joe as an item.

Obviously, you'd thought about it before, but never intensely. It crossed your mind a time or two, but other than that you just assumed he was a good friend; which he clearly was.

"Here. This is us." He said while opening the door. You grasped his open hand and allowed him to gently guide you into the car. As you settled into your seat, he went around the other side and got in himself. He reached over your body and pulled the seat belt over your lap and chest.

"Oh, thanks." You gave a sloppy smile.

The ride was fairly silent, thankfully the music was on. When you arrived at the hotel, you begged Joe to let you stop by the vending machine. He giggled and obliged. You happily got your snacks and began walking toward the elevator.

"Do you remember where your room is?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's..." You looked around and then to the ground. "Actually, no. And, I don't have my key either. I gave it to Natalia to hold."

"You know, I don't know how they do it. Like, how is someone supposed to live on a meal that only consists of four bites of food? No wonder they're all so damn skinny." You say while stuffing your mouth with a Hostess Cupcake.

He chuckled. "Well, if you'd like you're welcome to stay with me. I got a suite; it's got a kitchen and all."

You nodded and began to follow him into the elevator. You swayed over to the corner and leaned on the golden handlebars that lined the elevator walls. After pressing the button, Joe joined you. As he peered over at you, he raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth. You happily gave in and gave him the last bite of your cupcake. To which he winked as a thank you.

"Here we are," he said as he lifted his arm towards the door. You followed him through the modern halls adorned with abstract artwork, and a carpet pattern that made you nauseous.

He pulled his key from his wallet and swiped it over the little black square, which turned the little light green. He opened the door and waved you in.

The first thing to be noticed was the large floor-to-ceiling windows that covered the entire back wall of the room. To the left was a modern and sterile bathroom, with a kitchen that followed.

Then, you gained some sort of consciousness in realizing there was only one bed. Sure, there were two armchairs but there's no way either of you was going to make that work.

"I'm going to go get changed, and you can put these on. That dress is gorgeous but doesn't look comfortable at all" he said throwing a white tee shirt and pair of boxers your way.

He made his way to the bathroom, but you didn't begin undressing until you heard the lock click into place. You leaned against the kitchen counter, raised your foot, and began to unbuckle the tiny clasps of your heels. As one heel had almost come off, you began to feel very dizzy and decided it'd be best to lower yourself to the floor.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the cabinet, and attempted to fumble with the clasps once again. You groaned as you couldn't figure out why the prong wasn't coming out of the hole. You suddenly felt cold hands on your ankle, fumbling with the clasp giving you such a hard time.

"Mmmm" you let out with a giggle and a smile.

"Other foot, darling" he said as he tapped his hand on your thigh.

You lifted your foot from underneath you and gently rested it in his hands. He gathered your shoes and threw them into a corner of the room. He ran his hands from your shoulders to your hands, grasping them firmly.

"Up you go now. Gotta get out of this", as he gently helped you stand.

He placed your hands on his shoulders and reached behind you to unzip your long zipper. Your eyes still closed, and your head and hands resting on his shoulders.

As he finished the final part of the zipper, the dress began to fall to the ground, leaving you in just your underwear. With one arm you firmly held your boobs, while the other searched behind you for the counter. You opened your eyes to find Joe gently guiding you back to the counter to lean on, while grabbing the shirt behind you.

"You okay"? He asked. You nodded. He gathered your dress from the ground and walked to the closet to hang it up. You turned so your back was now toward him and guided the shirt on your bare body.

"Come on now, let's make it to the bed, shall we"? He asked, taking your hand and guiding you to the side of the bed that was still made. It was obvious that he had slept on the other side.

He pulled back the blankets and patted the bed with a smile. You sunk into the marshmallow mattress, as he propped up a few pillows behind your back and head.

Joe left the room, and when he returned he had two water bottles and the remote in his hand. You smiled as the bed began to dip next to you.

"Drink up, or you'll be feeling absolute shit tomorrow." He hands you a water bottle. He turns on the TV and begins to scroll through the channels, attempting to find something that both of you can enjoy.

You slump down a little further and land with your head on his chest, finding the soothing sounds of his heartbeat. Joe guides his hand around your shoulders and gently pats one side.

You feel the sun gently warming your skin as you blink your eyes open. The ceiling looks different than what you recall your room looking like. You turn your head to the right, and notice Joe sleeping as peacefully as possible. You feel a small smile form on your lips.

As you pull the covers over your shoulder more, it disturbs him. He rubs his eyes and stretches his arms out wide. He glances in your direction and smiles.

"Good morning, beautiful. How you feelin?"