#I also find it funny that Ethans hand keeps getting fucked up like he NEEDS a hand he doesnt need to loose one lol
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For a very, very, very condensed retelling of Resident evil lore: a plant in Africa was discovered by the Umbrella corporation and according to the natives, it was said to give those who were worthy great power. After research, they were able to engineer the plants into a virus for biowarefare but someone did a fucky wucky and samples of the virus ended up infecting stray dogs thst soon began infecting others in the Arkley mountains region of the Midwest. Re1 mainly takes place in the Spencer Mansion as STARS team is sent on a mission in the area where said affected dogs immediately attack them and they take shelter in the mansion. Skipping to resident evil 2, the virus has now affected the majority of Racoon City and a police officer named Leon S Kennedy has to find a way to escape and re3 follows a similar plot as the infection has gotten so out of hand thst the government is just gonna nuke racoon city off the face of the map.
Re7 is fairly self contained following Ethan Winters as he goes to Dulvey in Lousania to rescue his wife. The molded are the result of Evie or E-001 who was created as a bio weapon by an unnamed Japanese corporation.
Re8 is pretty much re7 but replace molded with the Spanish flu and ancient parasites lmao
AH. I was decently confused cause of the main character switch lol I thought that was a weird choice
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(reasonablerodents here, I try to keep my cm posting separate from main for uh. *reasons* hahah!)
Morgan tracks down Ethan and talks to him about what happened in New Orleans. Romantic or friendly concern for Spencer, your choice!
warnings: bastard!Ethan, vague illusions to bad time sex stuff
"Now tell me," the man drawls, "what's a man like you doing in a place like this?"
He's, handsome, is the thing. In a dark, brooding way; which is funny, because Garcia's called Morgan that before.
"A man like me?" Morgan asks, settling him an unwavering gaze.
"A man with pupose. You don't look like you're here to drown your demons."
"I'm looking for a friend, think he came by here."
The man appraises him with heavy-lidded eyes, whiskey in hand. It feels a little bit like being undressed.
"Morgan, I assume. Ethan; I'm guessing he's never mentioned me."
Didn't expect that. He tries not to let the surprise show.
"He been here?"
"You just missed him. You've got him real messed up, Morgan."
"What?"
"You're a profiler, aren't you?" Ethan takes a long drink from his whiskey, holding Morgan's gaze the entire time. "They never teach you how to spot a man who's drowning?"
There is something dangerous here that sets Morgan's teeth on edge, like he's baring his neck for a knife.
"What're you talking about?"
"Maybe you like to watch, huh? I get it, he's so damn fun when he's struggling. Maybe you've seen it, and you want to hold him under."
"What the fuck are you saying?"
"He still do that thing where he'd rather blow you than talk to you?"
Morgan feels it like a punch.
"Please, Morgan. I just need this. Let me--"
"Yeah," Ethan says, tipping his drink towards Morgan. "You're gonna try fix him, but you want to know a secret? He's better if you don't, trust me. I know."
"What the fuck are you to him?"
"Nothing. But I was what you are now: a willing anchor. No point fighting it, trust me. Enjoy the sink, he's damn pretty when he's off the deep end."
Morgan grabs the front of Ethan's shirt in his fist and pull him close. Instead of resisting, Ethan takes a step forward into Morgan's space. He smells strongly of whiskey and cigarettes.
"What the fuck did you do to him?"
"Back in the day, or an hour ago?"
Ethan's still holding his drink when he waves away the bartender who's about to intervene.
"If you've hurt him--"
Morgan's head swims with the inference; he feels sick. After a long moment, he shoves Ethan away.
"Trust me, he liked it."
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#my fic#moreid#derek morgan#spencer reid#reasonablerodents#sorry character with 4 minutes of screen time you're a bastard now#reidxethan
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What are your thoughts on Ethan? Like I see a lot of people say he’s the bad guy for killing all of them but like me personally??? While I hate killing the Dimi’s and Donna (sometimes Moreau, I fucking hate Heisenberg tho and I could not tell you why) I don’t blame him.
His “wife” was shot down in front of him by a trusted friend and then same friend takes him and his baby. Then baby ends up missing and in the hands of “monsters” he then tries to get his CHILD back and proceeds to have his fingers chewed off, and arrow to the leg, blood sucked, hung by his hands, etc like bro is having a bad day. So yeah I’d say killing the people who hurt you, stole your child, and just keeps making your life hell is warranted. He’s not just gonna stop and ask them “hey wanna stop trying to kill me and talk about this” LIKE HELLO???? He’s not just gonna know what type of person you are just by one interaction (and that interaction was cutting his wrist open and drinking his blood) like bro is gonna assume you’re mean and defend himself. AND THEN HE FINDS OUT HIS BABY GIRL WAS SPLIT INTO FOUR PIECES AND SHOVED IN JARS!!!! ID LOSE MY SHIT TOO NGL
just my rant for the day, because I find it so weird that people assume the protagonist is the problem, and the character that were WRITTEN to be evil, are the victims lolz (I love the dimi’s dont get me wrong but I’m pretty sure Capcom didn’t intend them to be head cannoned as anything else but just mean, but the sapphics took over and made them “human”)
i don’t hate him! i preferred empath Ethan more in Biohazard but he’s pretty good as a protagonist. really my only gripe with him (but mostly capcom) was his plot armor bit and the fact he was a LOT different (to me) in Village than he was in Biohazard
but like… dude’s traumatized and went through literal hell 😭 i don’t blame him at all for what he did to get his daughter back, but i’m more frustrated at capcom for giving us these really powerful characters and then just… killing them so easily??
it always irks me when people try to say the lords were victimized by Ethan and it’s like… no? they were victims of Miranda and her grief, but they’re all still very much terrible people and they got what was coming to them
it’s also funny when people try to say he should’ve teamed up with Heisenberg 😭 dude literally wanted to use his daughter as a weapon to take down his mom, why would he agree to that???? some people do need to learn some media literacy
ANYWAYS. i don’t hate him :D i would’ve gone about RE8 differently but i still enjoy the game and the villains within. i think sometimes people need to be reminded that they ARE villains, even if they’re tragic
#asks#i hope that makes sense#i have my gripes about what capcom did to him#and to mia#but he’s genuinely not as bad as people say he is#and he’s not the ‘real villain’#idk tho a lot of his toxic fans ruined him for me
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anyhow i took a nosedive into yellowjackets last night, finished and sudden have big emotions about steph's verse so i wrote a lil thing Whoops. this is for me mostly ( and anyone who wants a little more deep dive into steph’s yellowjackets verse ) so let me live and also if you’re interested enjoy!
she just has to get home. she just has to get home and then she'll see pete and then they can get the fuck out of town somewhere nicer, somewhat and then everything will be okay. it has been her nightly matra. she just has to survive till they are found- fuck even before the crash it had been the plan. kick ass at nationals and she'll get a scholarship- her grades won't matter- him and ruth and richie, all of them could be at duke. or harvard. or anywhere as long as it was the fuck out of here and steph could follow along at a less nice school and play for the team. she has never believed in anything, she had never held hope out for anything, but it had felt like for the first time in her life, things were begins to click and fall into place and soccer would have actually payed off - the best part, her dad would never know that she was doing everything he wished for her. fuck she even wanted to see grace chasity protesting the dance or acting like she was her best friend when in actuality, she had no best friends and was still trying to befriend ruth and richie, slowly but surely. she wanted to be home, as much as that stupid town and the stupid school wasn't home. not even her fine manor was home, pete was home. pete would continue to be her home. keep your grades up. get a scholarship ( because good or not, and fucked up as is, it would not matter- she's the mayor's kid, she was lucky, it would be nice ). get. the hell. away with pete and her new friends by her side- pete who right now is miles and miles away.
cold winter nights in the wilderness she would imagine what winter's would be like in a shared dorm, watching a tape curled under blankets, stealing the occasional kiss. falling asleep, limbs all tangled. all that sappy bullshit only to wake up alone- until she wasn't. all she had to do was roll to her side and reach out. it had come suddenly, it had come impulsively. there was part of her that felt bad on the occasion, but on one hand it felt like she might finally be doing something good and it felt like she might have been wanted, needed. and well maybe she needed the holding to too. it was hard not to think of him, to remember, to hold onto it because she knew lex has her ethan, lex has her life, but sometimes she could fall into thought that she could get by like this, and she clung to the pattern, to her, to the little whispers of hope that she did not believe for a second.
then they had the call, the hope to go home and that very worry, the what if's all came flooding back. what if he was waiting for her? what if he wasn’t there ? what if he was there but she did not recognize him- what would he do when he saw her? would he even recognize her? she look oh so completely different- she feels it. as she catches her reflection on the way home, it is a stranger who looks back. no. not a stranger... she feels like a monster, the exact thing she was scared of becoming- she's become something worse than her father-
---which is a funny thought because she had been so focused on her boyfriend ( her ex boyfriend? her lifeline. home, so close at hand; be him here or a phone call away - she did not know what she preferred ) , on a life that was this close she could taste it on her tongue again, the very minute home was in view and maybe in reach, she was on concrete, the team is getting out and looking around when suddenly she was being led away from the other survivors by two men in suits and a familiar red haired woman. no.... no no no not already- suddenly, stephanie lauter feels the exhaustion of everything hit her as her eyes fall back to the group, for lex, trying desperately to find them, or call out as she stumbles forward, one of the men pushing her forward a little to encourage her to keep moving. tessburgers voice, somehow is more shrill as she speaks. maybe it’s the time that made it sound worse, but steph thinks it instead must be the words that she says, not even to her but shared with one of the men.
“ - no. no don’t ask foolish questions. the ragged, dirty, messy look is good for the cameras. it’ll make her stand out, bring out the importance of being home and just what good it’ll do her and her f- “
oh.
she didn’t know why she did not imagine this in the rare times she imagined actually surviving to make it home- before the winter she would imagine what coming home would be. she imagined a hug so tight it had her falling off her balance. muffled promises, fingers clutching onto her, all the while she has to hide her face in a sweater vest to breathe him in and hide her tears, a hand clutching onto a suspenders strap over his shirt as the other clings to him. instead as steph looses her balance from the weight of her thoughts and worries a set of arms rest on her back to force her upright as all of the exhaustion of the past eighteen months strikes her all at once, the nausea of the price they paid to survive striking her.
in desperation she tries to look back again to where the team had been, trying to catch someone’s eyes, to try and hear someone else’s voice as her mind fills with static but instead the pace of the little ensemble is quickened causing steph to trip over her own feet, not hitting the ground solely because of the red head yanking her up. she’s scolding her, she’s saying something firm but steph can’t hear, unable to hear anything save for the sound of her own thundering heart. her eyes close the second she feels miss tessburger free her arm, and she breathes, just like she had read long before for pete, in for four, hold for seven, out for eight- repeat over and over again till the steps finally stop. exhaling, she opens her eyes at last, only to be greeted with the opening of a door, the sound of her father's voice as he was addressing the crowds, the mayor saying something about compensation, about making sure that the victims and families get money- but the man stops as though given a cue- turning to look at her with a whole dramatic glance and gasp, but steph is instead distracted by the flash of cameras, the roar of the crowd the moment she is given a little push into view-
not that she needs it. the realization of what her role is going to be is obviously clear, and it should have been long, long ago. she would be a puppet. a walking advertisement. a publicity stunt. a puppet. and that nausea and dizziness grew and grew, getting stronger as her father gave her the first hug that he had given her years, words quiet, but almost pounding in her head as though he was screaming -
" this is the best thing that you have ever and will ever do for our name. don't mess it up now. "
then he pulls back, with a feigned sniff or he probably was planning to but is stopped as stephanie lauter pulls out of the hug, she turns to the crowd, about to speak when another camera flashes in her eyes, it being enough to finally push her over the edge as the world tilts, as steph falls with it as the world goes dark
#( stephanie ~ yellowjackets )#( stephanie ~ headcannons )#sometimes i think about the fact that if he hadn't died in npmd; he probably would have done something like this#on a lesser scale ofc- a few weeks versus 18 months but you know. it's. her nightmare ( one of them ) and i had to write it down
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Members of Måneskin with a mentally ill/disordered S/O
Illnesses included: Depression, ADD, Tourette's and PTSD (so warnings for that and SH, drug usage, isolation, and heavy topics in general) *Masterlist*
This was a collaborative effort between Nik, Lina, Lute and two unnamed but very appreciated people - all of us afflicted with the varying illnesses above
Vic
Vic would take an empathetic approach to your illness/disorder (relating to you, researching, never pitying)
Depression
Vic would take a more of a nurturing role to your sadness
On the more sad days, Vic would nap with you for a little bit but she'd get to a point where enough would be enough
She would coax you out of bed in ways that appeal to you more than you'd ever care to admit, starting out with just getting you to eat somewhere else than in bed, then eventually moving up to showering, etcetera, etcetera
Vic would be very acutely tuned toward your needs, and she always fulfilled
It broke her heart that you were so sad, but she could relate and that made it a lighter burden on your back
When you first told her, Vic just went silent, then hugged you for a long time
ADD
Vic wouldn't be as supportive in this, but not in a neglectful way
She had a way of getting your attention back on the topic at hand, but sometimes she was just as bad as you for getting away from the main point
The impulsivity, she wasn't the biggest fan of, but you two worked through it like adults
When you'd forget things, Vic wouldn't get annoyed - but she would always remind you when you forgot what you needed to remember
Also, she was the best for finding misplaced things
PTSD
Vic would be very careful to avoid your triggers, however she never felt as if she was walking on eggshells
Before you were able to fully tell her what happened, Vic would never force you to tell her anything you weren't already ready to tell her of your own accord
There was no way she couldn't feel a bit sorry for you, but she never showed it, and she certainly didn't pity you - she just was sorry that something happened to you to give you PTSD
She would be mindful to never act as if she would be able to fix you
Tourette's
It didn't annoy her as much as you thought it surely would - especially since you had been trying to keep the tics at bay in the beginning of your relationship
Vic usually went on like nothing happened when you'd tic, but sometimes she'd laugh if your tics would hit her
Vic would proudly go out with you, even though you were scared about the looks you'd get on the street, but she never minded because she loved you and she wanted to show you that she loved you
Thomas
Thomas would take a supportive approach to your illness/disorder (reminding you to take your meds, making appointments for you if you'd ask, doing anything he could to make you feel better)
Depression
Thomas would always be the perfect person who would just shut the fuck up and cuddle you, but he would only do it if you'd ask because he knew sometimes you didn't feel like being around people
Wasn't really trained in any of this so he just cared for you like he'd like to be cared for
He was doing his best, and it was apparent, but sometimes you'd have to tell him what not to do and what to do
Of course, Thomas wouldn't bat an eye to stop or start doing anything at the raise of your finger - whether it be rub your back or let you be alone for a bit
He understood that he alone could not cure your depression, but he understood that he would be around for the ride, if you would have him
When you first told Thomas, he was silent, just nodding. He asked you a few very respectful questions but would never dream of pushing you. He would rub your knee and assure you of his love for you, no matter what
ADD
Honestly, Thomas didn't know what ADD was, at first
He googled it, then thought better to just ask you for a primary source
During nights where you couldn't sleep, Thomas would be right beside you, not sleeping either, which wasn't healthy for either of you, but it sure as Hell made you feel less lonely
Thomas lost shit and things all the time, so he never judged you for that, and his memory was potentially worse than yours so who was he to speak on that
But he was extremely good at getting you to finish tasks before moving on (sometimes just finishing them himself)
PTSD
Again, didn't exactly know what it entailed at first, but asked you a few questions to clear the air
Thomas would lead you through deep breathing exercises (unless you told him not to) when you were triggered and started losing control
Would always do anything and everything he could to avoid triggers with you
He would he more than patient with you
Tourette's
He would find some of your tics endearing (not harmful ones)
At one point, you'd even developed a verbal tic saying Thomas' name, which he always chuckled at and responded to you every single time as if you'd requested his presence, each time with a new pet name and a smile
If your tics would hit him by accident, you would apologize profusely, but Thomas would always laugh and brush it off
During tic attacks, he knew to just let you be, unless you would stop breathing, then he would certainly step in
He would ask his doctor a "hypothetical" about how to help someone through a tic attack, then used that advice forevermore, and it usually made a helpful difference
Ethan
Ethan would take a companion role (letting you take the lead, showing him what would happen and what to do to help, always listening to you before making his own move)
Depression
He'd dealt with depression before, but thoroughly understood that everyone is different in how they display mental illness
Ethan would recognize what to do, but would ask you for confirmation before acting upon anything that had potential to make a difference
On days where you couldn't leave your bed, he would bring you food (not a steak dinner, but he would definitely bring you soup or toast or a sandwich)
On days where you couldn't shower, he'd either be in the shower with you, or he'd draw you a bath instead, or he'd buy dry shampoo and sanitary wipes (those would be the last case, because he didn't want to throw off your pH)
He would assure you of his love and that you didn't burden him whatsoever
You were suffering, and you didn't make him suffer, but he did take some of that suffering from you
ADD
Certain times, I regret to say, he may get slightly annoyed, but not for long and not to the point of icing you out or anything
Ethan always found things to keep your mind occupied (watching Monty Python (actually a great programme for AD(H)D people), intricate games, new books, etc)
The best at finding lost things, and also has the best memory under the sun
Your symptoms wouldn't bother Ethan, save for constantly speaking (which can get a little annoying during a film or something)
PTSD
Would basically just go one with life - he would avoid all things relating to your triggers and PTSD - but otherwise, it would be business as per usual
If you got triggered, he would be by your side and on your side
He would do anything; deep breathing, distractions, grounding, getting your meds, anything
Ethan would always let you speak about it, when you'd want to, but otherwise treated you the exact same way as he had before you told him
Tourette's
He's always looking for something to joke about, and sometimes your tics provide just the material
He wouldn't dream of taking the piss out of the harmful or mean tics, but if you were laughing, then he was sure to be laughing as well
If your tics involved a bird whistle, he'd call you his 'little red bird' but wouldn't anymore if that upset you
Tourette's are a tough subject to joke about, but Ethan would always listen if you told him it was offensive, unfunny, or just a bad joke and Ethan would always take it in good humour and apologize
Most of the time though, he could make some funny fucking comments
Damiano
Damiano would take a nonchalant approach (not explicitly talking about it, never take the spotlight off you (if he could help it), try his best to help you through any challenges without making you feel like you were an inconvenience to him
Depression
He was your best friend before he was your lover
As such, you were always able to talk to Damiano about your depression anytime you felt it getting bad, as to warn him
Damiano would never leave your side, unless you told him to, but he'd always have a film on in the back, or he'd play with your hair, or distract you by brushing your hair or having you help him pick out an outfit
He enjoyed cleaning, so your bedroom would never become a depression room, and that helped get you out of your slumps most of the time
Dami was also swimmingly good at getting you up, even if it be just for a dance in the moonlight then back to bed, or a walk around the block then on the couch
He understood wanting to cope, but if you were prone to drug usage, Damiano would totally discourage it and stop you from using as best he could
ADD
Not everyday is a trip to Disney, but with Damiano, it is
Damiano always had new records to catch your fancy, he'd always have some home project lined up for the two of you, he'd always let you do extravagant things with makeup on his face
It seemed if you lost something, Dami would find it, but if Damiano lost something, you would find it (good system actually)
Would always have reminders in his phone so he would add reminders for you on his phone (appointments, birthdays, events)
Damiano seemed to always have just the trick to get you to sleep, even when you felt like you physically couldn't
PTSD
After you told him, Damiano would immediately avoid the topic in future conversations
He would support you fully during any trigger or episode, but he never treated you any differently at all just because you have PTSD
It hurt him that something hurt you so badly, but he took it all in a deep breath - after all, he signed up for you, all of you, so he certainly wouldn't give up on you just because of a disorder
Damiano would be in your corner 100%, and you knew it and you knew you could always go to him
Tourette's
Some tics would get that beautiful smile on his face, but otherwise he continued conversations like nothing ever happened
He didn't bat an eye at a physical tic, not a verbal tic
But he was the man to go to during a tic attack
He wouldn't treat you like a science experiment, or like an insane asylum patient - he treated you with love and support, like no one else ever had
Damiano had read about a dozen books on how to support people with Tourette's, and he'd also talked to other people he knew who had Tourette's - Damiano was thoroughly educated on how to help you, the love of his life
headass this was hard to fuckin write and i know its shitty and the cw’s are a bunch and i cut it but im sorry and hope its good enough
#maneskin#måneskin#victoria de angelis#victoria maneskin#victoria de angelis x reader#thomas raggi#thomas raggi x reader#thomas maneskin#ethan torchio#ethan torchio x reader#ethan maneskin#damiano#damiano david#damiano maneskin#damiano david x reader#fanfic#damiano david fanfiction
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DESPERADO - 3
Helen and August are back. Sorry it took me a while to write the next chapter but our holidays got in the way of writing. Anyway, here it is and it's getting a little steamy. I somehow struggled with writing the smut this time, it was somewhat hard to find the right balance in their dynamics but I think it turned out fine in the end. I hope you like it, too. As you know, writers live off validation, so comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated 💜
Pairing: Augut Walker x OFC (Helen Nichols)
Summary: August has survived the fight with Ethan Hunt and the fall from the cliff. A few lucky coincidences saved his life and he ends up with a woman that saves him and gives him shelter in her little hermit hut. He is at a turning point in his life. What is he going to do?
Word count: ~ 3.1 k
Warnings: Description of injuries, smut, NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal sex
NO BETA! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…
Credits: I don’t own August Walker and anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claim Helen: Rooney Mara
You can find parts 1 and 2 and my other fics on my masterlist.
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Desperado
Oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger
They're drivin' you home
Freedom, oh freedom
Well that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone
From Desperado by The Eagles, Lyrics: Don Henley, Glenn Frey
"She's dead. She died in an accident. She was gone. I stayed."
No matter how hard August tried to find out more about Allison, there was no way to make Helen tell him anything else but these simple basics. She'd worked hard on building a protective wall around that part of her heart and her mind, she had closed off the grief and the feeling of guilt and she wasn't willing to hand over the key to her memories to a random stranger who was lying about his identity.
Besides August's futile attempts to pry into Helen's past the next two weeks were quite harmonious. While Helen had decided to ignore the fact that Austin Peters was a fake persona to avoid any kinds of complications, August had decided to accept the inevitable and to be a nice houseguest and he grudgingly let Helen take care of him. They soon got used to the fact that her help made them share pretty intimate moments and August had a hard time granting her access to his personal space, letting her literally touch him everywhere when she had to treat his wounds or help him get dressed and undressed, but he also watched her blush and shy away from him with fiendish joy.
It made him feel better about his face that his body obviously still had a significant effect on Helen and he couldn't deny that seeing her running around in her underwear or imagining her standing in the shower naked had a certain effect on him too. And it wasn't only physical, he really started to like her. She was smart and tough but also witty and cheeky sometimes, and it was hard for him to admit to himself that he enjoyed her company. Stockholm syndrome for sure, he tried to tell himself but in the back of his mind he knew the truth.
He had no idea that Helen felt the same and that her aloof manner was mostly facade. Behind the mask of indifference she was growing warm feelings for him. Warm, foolish, irrational feelings for a man she actually knew nothing about and who was involved in an FBI investigation. She blamed her hunger for interpersonal interactions and warmth that resulted from her self-chosen isolation for these surfacing emotions and did her best to ignore them.
What was really bothering Helen most after only a few days was the sleeping situation. Despite the fact that the there-is-only-one-bed-trope was everything from hot to romantic in theory it was only leading to back pain in reality. August kept on offering to sleep on the couch but she wouldn't let him. He needed a comfortable place to sleep and her sofa was hardly big enough for her. A tall man like him wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep on it. So after 14 nights she decided to do something about it. She had made a call in the morning, August had heard her muffled voice from the kitchen when he was in the bathroom, and now a car was driving up to the hut. He started to panic.
"Who's that?"
He looked at Helen and she gave him a shrug.
"A friend. He's bringing me a folding bed, called him this morning. I'm not going to survive another night on the couch."
A car door was slammed shut with a thud and foot steps were coming closer to the front door.
"He can't come in, Helen", August whispered, giving her a pleading glance. She raised an eyebrow.
"Why's that?"
"He mustn't see me. Please."
Helen eyed him up and down and when it knocked August held his breath, his heart racing. She turned to the door without another word and August grabbed a large knife from the knife block before hiding in the corner of the room that wasn't visible from the entrance. Helen flinched when she realized that he'd armed himself but after taking a deep breath she opened the door with a nonchalant smile.
"Naseer. Hi. That was quick."
"Hi Helen. Yeah, it sounded urgent on the phone and you can't sleep in a broken bed so I thought I better bring you the folding bed as soon as possible."
August tried to imagine the man who belonged to the pleasant, warm voice. His English was very good but he clearly wasn't a native speaker. Someone from the village he guessed. From the village he would have erased without batting an eyelid just two weeks ago. His stomach twisted at the thought and it filled him with anger that he seemed to evolve something like a conscience lately.
"That's really kind of you."
He could hear the smile in Helen's voice.
"Let me help you unload it."
"No, I'll go and get it. Just tell me where to put it."
"Just put it here on the porch. I'll take care of it later."
Naseer gave Helen a funny look and she knew he was thinking she was acting strange but she could hardly let him walk inside the hut where August was awaiting him with a knife. She watched her only friend walk to his truck, grabbing the bed from the loading space and carrying it to the house.
"It's no problem to carry it inside", he said when he was standing in front of Helen again. "I could also fix your bed. I built it, it shouldn't be hard to replace a broken part."
He built it? The guy built Helen's bed? August started to wonder what kind of friend he was and why the question bothered him so much.
"No! No, that won't be necessary, Naseer."
Christ, woman, don't talk so fast. Her nervousness was showing in her voice and August was worried he might really have to use that fucking knife.
"Really, it's fine...I'm quite busy right now. In the middle of a creative phase...you know...kissed by the muse."
Good girl, back on track. August's heart rate went back to normal.
"You're working on your book again? That's great, Hel."
Hel? He rolled his eyes, annoyed and impatient.
"Yeah, it really is. My agent is pretty relieved too, my writer's block made him quite nervous. But I'm working almost non-stop on it...so yeah."
She shrugged with a sheepish grin, feeling terrible for lying to him.
"Is that why you needed all those supplies? Because you don't want to leave for grocery shopping in the next few weeks? Your truck was loaded when we met the other day."
"Exactly."
"I see...well…"
"Yeah…"
"I better get going then. Let you work in peace…"
"Thanks for stopping by, Naseer."
"Anytime. You know you can always call me when something's wrong or when you need help, right?"
"Of course." Her laugh sounded fake and nervous and for a moment she thought Naseer was going to ask her what was going on but he only gave her a worried look before he left. Helen let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and closed the door behind her.
"He's gone. You can put that away." She pointed at the knife August clung to, her eyes shooting daggers at him.
"What?" He looked at her angrily, putting the knife back in the knife block. "I just wanted to be prepared."
Helen let out a snort. "For what? Naseer attacking an injured stranger?"
"I don't know him."
"But I do. He's a friend and you made me act rude without a reason."
"A friend, huh? Hel?" August said in a mocking tone wiggling his eyebrows. He tried to be cheeky and make her laugh to ease the tension but he knew it was a stupid move as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Yes. A friend. Austin."
She was still being deadly serious and stressed his false name pointedly crossing her arms in front of her chest. August didn't know what to say or do to keep the situation from escalating so he just shrugged.
"Fine."
"Fine? That's all you have to say? For fucks sake...tell me why you didn't want Naseer to see you. Explain to me why you armed yourself with a knife, hiding in a dark corner of my house. My fucking house, goddamn…in which you found shelter..." She was furious now and he made a step towards her, his hands raised up in surrender. "Okay, listen, Helen."
"I'm all ears."
"As I said, it was just taking precautions. I'm a mistrustful person, made some bad experiences in the past and got hurt too often."
"Bullshit." She shook her head. "Don't try to tug at my heartstrings. Just tell me the truth."
August took a deep breath, he was getting frustrated and annoyed by her insistence.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I just can't, okay? Let's just leave it at that or…"
“Or what? Are you going to kill me?”
Her voice was full of sarcasm but her eyes showed him that a part of her was scared of him, wondering what he was capable of. The logical answer to her question would have been yes. His answer should have been yes, but when he said no, when he denied it, August meant it. He wasn't going to kill her nor would he ever hurt her.
“No, but I still can’t tell you.”
She could tell by the expression on his face that he was torn. He wanted to open up to her, but he felt like he couldn't.
“Just give me something. A little part of the truth to help me understand who you are, where you’re coming from and what you`re up to."
“That’s not so easy, Helen. You might not like what you’re going to hear.”
He gave her a shrug and something that was supposed to be a smile.
“I don’t care. August.”
He blinked repeatedly. “Sorry?”
“Yes...August.” She rolled her eyes. “I know that you've been lying to me from day one."
He got up and started to pace the hut, still hobbling a little, though his ankle was much better. He wasn’t really worried just debating with himself. After a while he stopped by the window, staring outside. “You're right. My name is August. August Walker.”
"Thanks, but I already know that much", Helen snapped.
"How did you find out about my name?" He asked as calmly as his fluttering nerves allowed it, turning around to look her in the eyes.
"Why did you lie to me?" Helen threw him a challenging look.
"How much do you know?" August was not willing to leave his questions unanswered.
"Why. Did. You. Lie. To. Me?" Helen shouted at him.
"It's none of your fucking business", he yelled back.
Helen laughed out loud.
"It's none of my business? Are you kidding me? I saved you. I let you stay in my house, sleep in my bed, I treat your wounds, I take care of you, give you shelter, I've helped you in every possible way, no matter how many of my personal boundaries have been transgressed and now you're seriously telling me that it's none of my business that you've lied to me all this fucking time?"
"I've never asked for your help."
His voice was calm, his facial expression blank and stern but his eyes were blazing with emotion. His stare was so intense it made Helen shiver.
"You ungrateful ass", she whispered, stunned by his audacity. "You took all I had to give without saying thank you only once. And now you're…"
He was right in front of her with two big strides, his lips crashing on hers with unexpected passion. Helen was too surprised to think about her reaction. She instinctively kissed him back, granting him access, letting him deepen the kiss, allowing his hands to explore her body. 60 seconds later she was in control of herself again. She pushed him away, staring at him dumbfounded.
"Shit. What are you doing?"
"Expressing my gratitude."
He gave her an outrageously sexy smirk and it took Helen just a split second to grab him by his shirt and pull him close again to kiss him feverishly. She wanted him. She wanted him badly. She wanted him now.
August pressed her against the wall with his huge body, caressing her tits through her clothes while kissing her neck. She moaned and started to tug at his shirt. He took it off in a hurry and Helen got rid of her top and bra. When they kissed again she let her hands run over his chest gently, making sure not to hurt him. She pulled away and looked at him, at his scarred face that was still so handsome now that the wounds were healing and the swelling had gone down around his eye. August averted his eyes, burying his head in the crook of her neck again, withdrawing from her gaze.
"Turn around", he mumbled, taking her by her waist.
She did what he asked her to do but when she heard him fumble with his belt and the sound of his pants hitting the floor behind her back, when his hands tried to pull down her sweatpants impatiently, she turned around again. She reached up and cupped his face with her tiny hands, running her thumb tenderly over his burnt skin.
"Listen, August. This is not going to be a quickie, okay? You want to express your gratitude? Great. I like this. But do it properly. Fuck me rough, if you want to, fuck me hard, but don't you dare to hide from me. Look at me. Kiss me. Give me the feeling of being wanted. Pretend it's more than just some kind of job."
He looked at her with an unreadable expression, hesitating for a moment. He opened his mouth but instead of saying something he pressed his lips together with a nod. Helen smiled at him before stripping naked slowly.
When he kissed her again he took his time, enjoying the sensation of holding her naked body close to his now. She was surprised by his tenderness, by his gentle touch and the delicate kisses he covered her body with and blown away by the passion that soon erupted from deep within him. It was just a small step from long, slow kisses to making out like two hungry predators.
He lifted her up easily and carried her to her bed where he laid her down on her back carefully. He climbed between her legs and looked at her.
"Ready to get fucked like never before?"
She smirked. "Big words. I hope you're not all mouth."
"You don't like my mouth?" He started to kiss her belly, licking her skin, leaving a wet trace that led down south where his tongue met her soft pubic hair.
"I love your mouth."
Helen moaned when he kissed her pussy and parted her folds with his tongue.
"Yeah? You like my tongue too?"
He started to tongue fuck her and she grabbed his head, pressing his face closer to her sex.
"Shut up and eat me out."
She threw her head back when sucked on her clit.
"Oh fuck…" She moved her hips slowly to the rhythm of his actions, rolling them with intense motions, burying her fingers in his thick, curly hair. "Just like this...yes."
Her moans got louder and louder and his dick was so hard it hurt, leaking precum. He knew she was about to come but she stopped him before she climaxed.
"Lay down", she ordered and so they switched positions. August had always been a dominant lover but being bossed around by her was a great turn on. He loved how determined she was, it was incredibly sexy how she was chasing her high, not even trying to hide that she wanted to fulfil her own needs most of all. She was starved, desperately in need of this, of him. In this moment she needed him, she wanted him, she allowed him to give her what she was craving.
Helen was kneeling between his legs now, grabbing his dick. "I love your cock too." She grinned at him before she started to suck him off with a devotion that was new to him.
She turned him into a whimpering, panting mess soon, her lips and her tongue working their magic on his dick, and just like her, he grabbed her head to have some kind of control over her actions. He made her take him deeper and she took him deeper.
"Good girl. Taking me so well."
His voice was raspy and she locked eyes with him, her gaze telling him that she liked to be praised. August groaned when she slowly pulled back, licking his length one last time.
"Fuck, Helen...I need to feel you."
"I'll make you feel me."
Saliva was dripping from her swollen lips and he almost got off just by the sight of it. His saviour, his saint had turned into a shameless whore and he was willing to worship and adore her for being his dirty, little slut.
"Yes, you will."
He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her onto his cock. She sighed with pleasure when he entered her tight cunt, stretching her wet pussy and as soon as she got used to his size she started to ride him, rolling her hips slowly in a rhythm that was giving them both the greatest pleasure. August stroked her tits, caressed and kneaded them and she supported her body with her hands on his chest. She picked up speed and when August pinched her nipple she came with a hoarse shriek, her whole body trembling with ecstasy and lust.
Helen bent down to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly while thrusting his hips. He fucked her without restraint now, his thrusts hard, fast and deep. He railed her mercilessly until his intense orgasm swept him away. He let out a long, satisfied moan and loosened his grip on her body.
He kissed her again but she seemed to be in a rush suddenly and rolled off him and went to the bathroom. August was kind of surprised and sobered to a certain degree when he heard that she was taking a shower. She either couldn't stand after-sex-cuddles in general or she really thought that he had just done her a favor to thank her for her hospitality.
He wondered how many times he would have to fuck her till she was willing to fall asleep in his arms afterwards.
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Fist Fights and Hickeys
Prompt: Enemies to lovers smut with the teeniest bit of plot. Literally this is just pure filth. Please don’t read if you’re a minor, seriously this is not for you.
Warnings: SMUT! Swearing, Female reader, oral (female receiving),unprotected sex (I don’t have a fun rhyme explaining why that's a bad idea, just use fucking protection! dear lord, this is wizard shit im sure they have magic birth control but we aren't getting into that rn) also reader punches someone early on so violence, fluff and funny stuff at the end.
You walked down the hall as quickly as you could, just wanting the day to be over. It seems like no matter what you did today, everything went wrong. In herbology you dropped and broke a potted plant. In potions, your mixture exploded, coating you and your partner in blue sludge, which was still in your hair, and in divination, your tea leaves literally showed you an omen of death. At this point, you didn’t know how else this day could get worse.
“Hello Y/N” Fred Weasley said, sauntering up to your side. Welp, it just had to go and get worse.
“Leave me alone Fred” You said, irritation clearly present in your voice. You and Fred had a bit of a rivalry, whether it was at quidditch, or in your classes, or with pranks, the two of you were always trying to one up each other, which through the years, has created a bit of a love hate friendship.
“Somebody’s cranky” Fred joked, continuing to walk beside you.
“Somebody needs to shut the fuck up” You responded. Fred was about to reply, but before he could, someone interrupted him.
“Well well well, look what we have here! What happened Y/N, trying to go for a new look” Ethan Hawthorn said, pointing out your hair, which was still blue.
You didn’t answer, you just kept walking, Fred giving you a confused look. Ethan hawthorn was a Slytherin who you had a class with last year. The professor had asked a question, which he answered incorrectly, and when you corrected him in front of everyone, he deemed it appropriate to treat you like you had personally humiliated him in front of the whole school. He basically made it his life purpose to make your life difficult.
“Aw come on Y/N, don’t be like that, it’s nice! It distracts from your face!” He continued, him and a few of his friends now following you and laughing. Upon hearing what he said, Fred went to turn and confront him but you grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Oh is your boyfriend trying to save you? You probably hired him to be around you, god knows he needs the money” Ethan said.
Next thing you knew, you had whipped around and punched Ethan in the face. It was a bit of a surprise to everyone, including yourself seeing you wouldn’t really consider yourself a violent person. Before you could think about anything else though, you and Fred were sprinting down the hallway towards the Gryffindor common room, Ethan screaming profanities from behind you.
You sprinted to the entrance of the common room, quickly saying the password and running inside, relieved to find it empty. After running for your lives, you and Fred were pretty tired out, both of you walking over to one of the couches and falling onto it, trying to catch your breath.
“You know he’s going to try and kill you right?” Fred asked, turning his head to look at you.
“Worth it” You said, causing the both of you to laugh a bit, before you noticed the pain radiating from your hand. You sat up a bit and examined your knuckles, which were now bleeding a bit. Fred noticed and sat up as well, before gently taking your hand in both of his, looking at the irritated skin.
“You ok?” He asked, skill looking at your hands, which you were thankful for since it made it so he couldn’t see the blush forming on your face.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine” You replied. Trying not to focus on his long fingers gently brushing over the bones in your hand.
“You’re hands are so small” Fred laughed, breaking you out of your slightly flustered trance.
“These small hands can still slap the shit out of you” You replied, taking your hand back and laughing.
“Here I think I have something upstairs that can help with the pain” Fred said standing, you following his actions and making your way up the stairs to the boys dormitory, walking inside to once again find it was empty.
You walked over and took a seat on his bed, Fred quickly fumbling through a drawer before coming to sit next to you, a roll of gauze in his hand. He sat across from you and gently took your hand again, carefully wrapping the cloth around your knuckles a few times before tearing off the excess and securing it in place.
“Thank you” You said holding up your hand and examining his work, only to look over and see Fred staring at you, a bit of a frown on his face. “What?”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with that guy” Fred said, the atmosphere in the room changing a bit.
“Fred its fine” You said, trying to change the subject.
“No its not Y/N! That dickhead is insulting you constantly, and for what? You don’t deserve to be treated like that” Fred said, standing and starting to pace around the room.
“You’re taking this way to seriously” You said, starting to get annoyed with his attitude. It wasn’t like you and Fred were super close. Hell most of the time you were at each others throat about whos better at what, and when you weren't doing that you were either annoying each other, or on a rare occasion, actually having a civil conversation.
“I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough!” Fred continued, still pacing back and forward.
“Why do you care so much!?” you shouted.
“Because I fucking love you!” Fred shouted back, stopping in his tracks to face you.
“What?” You asked, not quite believing what you just heard.
“I love you ok? I love the way you make everyone around you smile, and that you’re absolutely hilarious, and that you’re competitive. I love the sound of your laugh, and the way your eyes light up when you smile, and even when you’re being a complete pain in the ass you still-” Fred rambled on, only stopping when you cut interrupted him.
“Fred!” you said sternly, grabbing his attention.
“What?” He asked loudly, breathing heavily from his rant.
“Would you just shut the fuck up and kiss me already?” You asked. That was all Fred needed to hear, crossing the room in one swift motion and closing the space between you, leaning down to roughly push his lips against yours.
Your hands instantly went to his hair pulling him even closer, while his went to the back of your thighs, picking you up and walking you over to the bed, letting you fall back onto the mattress before quickly re connecting his mouth to your neck, biting the flesh there before soothing over it with his tongue.
You moved your hands to his shoulders, sliding them down his chest before landing at the hem of his shirt, pushing it upwards. Fred got the message and pulled away, making quick work of removing his shirt, before his mouth was back on yours, sucking on your bottom lip before his tongue met yours, swirling around in a fight for dominance.
His hands moved upwards, slipping under your shirt to roughly grab your breast, causing you to moan into his mouth. Your hands found their way to his waist, quickly working on undoing his belt. You had almost gotten it unfastened when Fred suddenly pulled away, looking down at you.
“Are you sure?” Fred asked, searching your face for any sign of rejection.
“I have literally never wanted to fuck someone more in my whole life, yes I’m one hundred percent sure” You replied
Fred didn’t waste any more time, quickly working on removing his shoes and pants, while you worked on removing your shirt and leggings, your skirt following soon after leaving you in only your bra and panties, while Fred stood in front of you, his eyes raking up and down your body, you started to feel a bit self conscious with his eyes on you, but before you could move to cover up a bit, his lips were back on yours, pushing you back onto the bed.
His lips started to move downwards, moving from your neck, to your collarbone, trailing wet in between your breasts and down your stomach before finally settling between your legs, looking up ay you before kissing down your inner thigh, deliberately not going near where you needed him most.
“Fred, please” You whined, trying to find some relief.
“Please what?” Fred asked, playing with the waistband of your panties.
“Please do anything just stop teasing- Oh fuck!” You cried, Fred moving your panties to the side and slipping two of his long fingers into you, making your back arch.
“Already so wet for me” He chuckled, pumping his fingers faster. “If you don’t like me teasing then why are you moaning”
You didn’t get the change to reply before Fred's mouth was suddenly on your core, licking a long stripe between your fold before swirling his tongue around your clit, making your head fly back and your hands grip the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, threatening to push you over the edge, but just as you were about to come undone, Fred pulled away, removing his fingers and making you groan at the loss of contact.
“What the fuck Fred?!” You cried, frustrated for being denied your release. Meanwhile Fred was crawling his way back up your body, letting out a low chuckle.
“Don’t worry babe, I’m going to take care of you. But when you cum I want it to be around my cock” Fred almost growled, causing a chill to run up your spine before he reached behind you, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room, your panties and his boxers following soon after.
Fred propped on of his arms next to his head, helping to keep his weight off you while his other hand moved to his cock, slipping it between your fold a few times, looking at you for permission, which you gave with a nod, before finally pushing his length into you.
“Please move” You practically begged, Fred waiting to make sure you had adjusted before doing anything.
“As you wish” He teased, a smirk on his face, before he slowly started moving, pulling out half way before thrusting back into you.
You were just about to ask him to go faster, when he was suddenly ramming into you, his head moving to the crook of your neck, sucking on the flesh there, while your hands moved to his back, pulling him closer and creating long red trails as your fingernails desperately tried to find something to hold onto.
You bit your lip, trying to contain your moans, knowing anyone could walk in at any moment.
“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” Fred said, sucking behind your ear, making your head spin.
“Someone could walk in” You said back, trying to come up with an excuse. In reality, you knew most of the other students were in class so you didn’t have much to worry about.
“I really don’t care. You look so fucking hot writhing under me and I’m going fuck you senseless right now.” He rasped out, moving his free arm under your knee to hike your leg up higher, the new angle making you gasp, allowing him hit your G-spot perfectly each time.
“Oh fuck, Fred- I’m gonna-!” You cried out, no longer in control of the pornographic sounds leaving your mouth.
“Cum for me, beautiful” Fred murmured into your ear, bringing his hand down to rub circles around your clit, finally pushing you over the edge, the knot in your stomach snapping and flooding your body with pleasure.
Fred continued to thrust into you, helping you ride out your high before coming undone himself, resting his head on your shoulder as he came down from his high, slowing his movements before stopping completely, gently pulling out of you and flopping onto his back beside you, both of you staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.
“That was...wow” You started, still to blissed out to think of the right words.
“Yeah... why didn’t we do this earlier?” Fred asked, causing the both of you to laugh, finally catching your breath and sitting in a comfortable silence.
“I love you too” You said, breaking the silence and making Fred look over at you.
“Really?” He asked teasingly, but he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.
“Yeah, ever since you hugged me when we won that quidditch tournament last year, I knew I had feeling for you.”
“I knew when you made frogs come out of Snape's pockets for a week” Fred replied, causing you both to fall into another fit of laughter.
“Wow, so romantic” You teased, Fred moving to wrap his arm around you as you scooched closer into his chest, both of you moving under the covers.
“I know, its a gift” Fred replied, making you giggle.
“Well, I should maybe get going” You said, moving to get up, knowing classes would be ending soon.
“You thought we were done?” Fred asked, stopping you in your tracks.
“We’re not?” You asked, a confused look on your face.
“Not even close” Fred replied, leaning in and connecting your lips again, to which you enthusiastically responded, before quickly pulling away, grabbing your wand and casting a locking and silencing spell on the door.
Needless to say, while you may have had a bad streak during your classes, you most definitely got lucky that night.
The next day you had to get up early for quidditch practice. You had suck out of Fred's room a few hours later without too much suspicion, but needless to say, you were sore. You walked to practice with your roommate Angelina, who was currently talking about something to do with McGonigal's hat, but you honestly weren’t paying much attention, too distracted by last night events playing over in your head.
“But I think she might be hiding something in it you know? Like... hold up. Is that a fucking hickey?” Angelina asked once you finally got to the bleachers, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“What?! No!” You quickly defended, trying to move the collar of your shirt up, only for Angelina to slap your hand away, pulling your collar further down, exposing the dozens of marks that littered your neck and chest, which you didn’t realize you had this morning.
“Oh my GOD! Did you get beat up? Who’s the guy?” Angelina asked with a teasing tone.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” You replied, trying to keep your cool, digging through your bag to find your water bottle.
You stood back up, looking over to see Fred and George walking your direction. You gave them both a wave, your eyes lingering on Fred for a few seconds longer than usual. They dropped their stuff off a bit always from you, and started getting changed, both of them coming in sweaters.
“Besides” You continued, turning away from the twins, trying to keep your cool. “You have no right to talk, I know you and George are getting pretty comfortable in the room of requirement” You said, taking a sip of your water.
“That’s totally different and- Oh my god?!” Angelina said, looking past you, causing you to turn and spit out your water, the sight before you making you choke on the liquid.
Fred had taken off his shirt to change into his Jersey, and his back was covered in bright pink scratch marks. He heard the commotion, turning to see you covering your mouth trying to stop choking, not sure whether to be horrified or laugh.
“Jesus Fred, did you piss off a hippogriff and not tell me about it?” George asked, Fred suddenly realizing that of course, you would have most definitely left marks. Not that he was completely innocent either.
“Oh that, yeah I fell out of a..... tree” Fred said, making you smack your palm to your face. Sure, he may have been the best prankster in the school, but damn was Fred a bad liar.
Angelina took in your reaction, adding it to Fred's back and your hickeys, finally putting the pieces together.
“You two!?” Angelina said, pointing at the two of you. “Last night when you got back to the dorm late! You were fucking fucking!”
“Shhhh!” I shushed loudly, making Angelina and George laugh.
“Fred and Y/N, sitting in a tree” George started
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Angelina finished, the two laughing and heading off to start practice, leaving you and Fred slightly embarrassed at the blatant teasing.
“Well, we’re never going to hear the end of this” You said, admitting defeat.
“Yeah, but at least now they know. But speaking of K-I-S-S-I-N-G, you wanna...” Fred asked, moving his head towards the back of the bleachers.
“As fun as that sounds, It’ll have to wait. First I need to beat your ass at quidditch” You said, collecting your gear, looking up to see a gobsmacked Fred looking back at you.
“You are literally my dream girl, how did I get so lucky?” Fred asked, grabbing his things and walking with you to the center of the field.
“I know, I’m pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to you” You said in a serious tone.
“This dicks the best thing that's ever happened to you”
“FRED!”
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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed!!!! I didn’t read through this before posting so if theres any grammar mistakes I’m sorry, I literally wrote this at 3 in the morning because who needs sleep when you have Fred Weasley porn. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, feel free to leave any feedback/recs!
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Hiiiii! Here are this week's different questions lol
Not Yet Wed Questions
Note: Great Scott! This week, we are going back in time to MC’s intern year. Think of Ethan’s relationship with them at this point and answer the following questions accordingly. It is entirely up to you when in year 1 this takes place (pre/post Miami, pre/post CH 15, etc). Feel free to answer with dialogue or pictures or both :) Have fun!
No worries. All of this is off the record and HR will never know!
The setting for this answers is:
For Both
When I first saw them, I thought__________
What is your coworker's most used swear word?
Quick: What color are their eyes?
Three people at work your coworker hates?
What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?
If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?
(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)
Never have I Ever:
come into work hungover
had a fistfight
been kicked out of a bar
gotten a tattoo
broken someone’s heart
been in love
For MC (Ethan is not there)
Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)
What do you find the most impressive about him?
Last thing he texted you?
If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?
For Ethan (MC is not there)
Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)
What specifically do you find attractive about her?
Last thing she texted you?
If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?
Hello Hello Bree! My weekly dose of sunshine has arrived! 🤗
Sorry this took so long I am literally neck deep in assignments.
Anyways can I just say that these questions were just brilliant!! Book 1 is so close to our hearts and Ethan MC dynamic back in the day was priceless. 😂
Just a fair warning this contains a lot of pinching noses and rolling eyes because that's what book 1 Ethan used to do all the time. So now let the fun begin! 🤩
The setting for this answers is: Post Chap 15, before the ethics trial.
Ethan : Remind me again why I am doing this?
Meera : Because you are unemployed and have a lot of free time, also because I asked nicely? (with puppy eyes)
Ethan (Rolls eyes)
FOR BOTH
When I first saw them, I thought__________
*Both of them wait for each other to answer*
Ethan : You go first, this was your idea.
Meera : Oh boy. Why do I have the feeling you are going to hate me even more after this?
Ethan : I can't hate you more than I did when I first met you.
Meera (expectantly) : So you are saying the hatred for me has declined since then?
Ethan : Just answer the damn question.
Meera : Okay fine. I thought "why is this person being so rude to me? I am still a kid I am still learning. Such an asshole, gotta keep outta his path."
Ethan (looks at her amused) : I thought "ah shit here we go again. A new bunch of nerve wrecking idiotic interns incoming."
Meera (dramatically opens her mouth and places her hands on her chest) : Ouch! Rude!
Ethan (sly grin)
What is your coworker's most used swear word?
Meera : Jesus. Christ. Jesus Christ. He is religious that way. (winks)
Ethan : Very funny Rookie. She on the other hand has an explicit vocabulary in slangs but I think I have heard holy shit, holy cow, holy fuck the most.
Meera (excitedly) : See I am religious too. Also look at us twining in swears.
Quick: What color are their eyes?
Meera (immediately) : Ocean Blue! No, Celestial blue!
Ethan (looks at Meera, surprised)
Meera (suddenly concious) : Blue. Just plain simple blue.
Ethan (thinks for a moment)
Meera (puts a hand over her eyes)
Ethan : What are you doing?
Meera : I won't let you cheat.
Ethan : Cheat? I don't cheat.
Meera : Ofcourse the great Ethan Ramsey doesn't cheat. Then go ahead and ans---
Ethan : Dark brown.
Meera (impressed with him)
Three people at work your coworker hates?
Meera (heaves out a long dramatic sigh) : Ask me whom he doesn't?
Ethan : I tolerate most of them though.
Meera (chuckles) : I think it'll be Dr. Thorne, Dr. Myles and Dr. Hirata. Atleast these are the ones he complains about the most.
Ethan : Hmm. Fair enough. Bose here obviously hates that back stabbing "friend" whose name I'd rather die than learn. And I think Dr. Emery and Dr. Mirani also falls under this list.
Meera : Full point for the first one, but I think Aurora is a good person overall, she has some issues, which we need to work out. And I don't hate Zaid, I just don't like how he is always in a grumpy melancholic mood.
Ethan : Which is very justified of him given that he has to work with the interns the majority of his work hours.
What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?
Meera : Easy, pinching the bridge of his nose and rolling his eyes when annoyed, which is all the time by the way.
Ethan : I think adjusting her glasses when it threatens to slip from her nose and forming her lips in a strange way when concentrating.
Bree : I am sorry doctor could you just explain the last part better.
Ethan (rolls his eyes and tries to do his best impression of Meera's pout)
Meera (chuckles) : That's not how it's done, Ethan. This is how it's done (pouts)
Ethan : Yeah same thing.
If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?
Ethan : Crush? What are we? Highschool students? I am not answering that. (prepares to leave)
Meera : I think it might be Dr. Emery.
Ethan (stops short on his way out, turns around and takes a seat again) : Really Rookie? Fine you want to know her crush? It's that scalpel jockey, or that paramedic guy she is so friends with or maybe that other Indian intern roomate she has.
Meera : What! No. They are my friends. What made you think that?
Ethan : What made you think Harper is my crush?
Bree : Okay doctors let's move on to the next round.
Never have I Ever:
come into work hungover
Meera : Nope!
Ethan : Never. We are doctors we might get someone loose their life.
had a fistfight
Meera : Yes.
Ethan (looks at her unbelievingly) : I thought you were the harmless kind.
Meera (smugly) : I am mostly harmless, untill you get on my bad side. What about you?
Ethan : I'll have to say no.
Meera : You punched Nash though.
Ethan : He didn't punch me back, so doesn't count Rookie.
been kicked out of a bar
Meera : Unfortunately yes.
Ethan : Unfortunately yes too.
Meera : What?! The great Ethan Ramsey?
Ethan : Stop calling me that. I am a human afterall and I had some very stupid friends back in med school.
gotten a tattoo
Ethan : No.
Meera : Yes.
Ethan (smirks)
broken someone’s heart
Meera : Not that I know off
Ethan : I am not proud of it but yes.
been in love
Ethan : No.
Meera : Expected. For me it's yes. Maybe it didn't last but I can't say what we had wasn't love.
For Meera (Ethan is not there)
Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)
He thinks he won't practice medicine anymore because he can't solve Naveen's case but I know he won't be able to resist helping people and ofcourse that is what Naveen always wanted. So, professionally, he is doing wonders. Inspiring thousands of hearts, guiding hundreds of young doctors and saving millions of lives. The diagnostic team has becomes globally recognised. He has written another book or two. Maybe won the Lasker Awards.
Personally, I hope he is happy and not lonely. He needs someone by his side. Someone who can tolerate his sarcasm and critisisim. Someone who will put a smile on his face when he wakes up beside her. Maybe he'll have a family, if that someone is really strong-willed. (let's out a dry laugh)
What do you find the most impressive about him?
His passion for what he does. He just lights up and enrapts the entire room when he speaks about medicine. And I just get lost in the sea of passion in his eyes. Also his stubbornness and unwillingness to give up is really impressive.
Last thing he texted you?
I'll show you wait.
He ordered about half a dozen books on Medical Law and Ethics for me.
If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?
(stays silent for a long time)
I don't think so he will. Like the chances are really really thin but trust me if he does I wouldn't dare say no. (colour rises to her cheeks)
But yes that's in a different world. A world in which we don't live. (sighs wistfully)
For Ethan (Meera is not there)
Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)
If she manages to save her lisence she'll be a wonderful doctor. She'll save innumerable lives and be one of the brightest stars in medicine. I am sure she'll secure a spot on the DT and maybe even lead it someday. She'll make me proud. (smiles genuinely)
Personally I hope she'll be with someone who loves her more than anything and that she is with literally anybody else but that scalpel jockey. She'll have a loving caring partner who'll cook her meals when she comes home from a twelve hour shift. She'll have amazing friends especially the ones she has now. They really love her and they didn't think twice before helping her out with Mrs. Martinez's case.
Maybe she'll have a family. A few kids who will also grow up to show a stunning reflection of their mother.
What specifically do you find attractive about her?
Ethan : I can't say attractive but I'll say I like her personality. She has a magnetic one that makes sure to turn heads any time she walks into a room. Also I love that she cares so deeply about people and she is willing to go out of her way to put a smile on these people's face. Like for example Mrs. Martinez.
Bree : So is this "like" or "love"?
Ethan : Did I? Did I just say love? I am so sorry I meant like.
Bree : Could you enlist something physically attractive about her?
Ethan : If I have to. I'd say I love, er... like, like her laughter. It literally brightens the entire room. (blushes)
Last thing she texted you?
"Thank you Ethan"
If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?
(sighs) I would feel lucky to go on a date with her, but right now in this situation? It's too complicated. I can't jeopardize her career, so it's a no form me, despite my actual feelings.
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A United Workforce
Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke, June Hirata x Tobias Carrick, Danny Cardinal x Sienna Trinh (all minor)
Word count: 4k
Summary: How did those associated with the victims cope with the Senator attack?
Missing moments during Open Heart book 2 chapter 11
Rating: Teen
Category: angst
Warnings: mentions of the events during chapter 11 of Open Heart book 2
Diagnostics Room 1:10pm
June had been smiling at her phone for the last 20 minutes, much to the amusement of Baz who was sat reading a medical book.
“What’s made you so happy June?” Baz asked.
June looked up a little too quickly but kept a cool and composed face. “Is a woman not allowed to be happy without a reason?”
“Not when it comes to you.” Baz chuckled.
“Ok fine. Let’s just say I got lucky.” June shrugged.
“Anyone I know?”
“Even if you did you wouldn’t have a witty remark to say about him.”
Baz rolled his eyes and went back to his book. June continued to text Tobias:
My place or yours tonight?
It didn’t take long for a reply.
That depends. How quickly can you put the key in your front door?
June smirked at the reply but before she could answer his question her pager went off.
Diagnostics Room - emergency
She looked at Baz who was looking at her with the same confused look.
“You don’t think somethings happened to the Senator?” Baz asked.
“Whatever it is, it sounds urgent.” June jumped out of her chair and hurried out the door, Baz following her quickly behind.
They sprinted down the hallway and down the stairs where they found Ethan pacing nervously.
“Ethan what’s happened?” Baz asked.
“Travis has released something dangerous in the room with Victoria inside. Rafael Aveiro, Danny and Bobby are also inside.” Ethan explained.
“Do we know what it is?” Baz said.
“No, there could be hundreds of options. We desperately need to find out what it is. Bobby has already died and the others are critical.” Ethan took a deep breath but his voice was still shaky.
“Take a deep breath. We need to stay calm for Victoria. If we panic, it’ll give her reason to panic.” June said looking at Ethan. Given the recent conversation she had with Victoria, she was convinced that her and Ethan were in some sort of relationship. And given how panicked he looked right now, June was sure she was right.
“You’re right. We can’t panic. We need to keep a level head.” Ethan said grabbing a hazmat suit. “We’ll need to put these on to protect ourselves.”
“Are there any traces in the room?” June asked as the three headed down the corridor.
“No whatever was in the can has been fully discharged. There were no traces anywhere.” Ethan replied.
“So whatever it is only lives within their bodies?” Baz said.
“Exactly. It could be a long night.”
June’s mind drifted to all the obstacles they had faced in the past. None were as serious as this but they hadn’t been beaten yet and were certainly not going to be beaten now.
Whatever this was would not win. Not if she had anything to say about it.
— — — — —
Room 516 1:23pm
The nurse looked at her colleague as he took shallow breaths in the glass box, his oxygen mask trying to help him as much as it could.
“Danny, listen to me, you are not dying you hear me!” Sarah said through tears. “You are not leaving us so soon.”
Danny gave a weak chuckle, momentarily taking off his oxygen mask. “Well now I know I can’t even observe the Grim Reaper from a distance.”
“This isn’t funny Danny.” Sarah sighed.
“I know it’s not. But that’s how I deal with situations.” Danny replied.
Marlene then entered the room in a hazmat suit, her bloodshot eyes showed she had been crying.
“Oh Danny. How did you get yourself entangled in all this.” Marlene sighed.
“You know me. Always looking for trouble.” Danny chuckled.
Danny’s breathing turned into slight wheezing, it was clear he was struggling to breathe. Sarah, who’s hand was holding one of Danny’s noticed the grip had weakened.
“No, no Danny. Danny? Stay with us. You’ve got to keep your eyes open. Don’t shut your eyes.” Sarah pleaded but it was a losing battle.
Danny’s eyes flickered, as if he was desperately fighting to stay awake but he couldn’t. His eyes shut and his hand dropped away.
“Page the diagnostics team.” Sarah said. Marlene nodded and grabbed her pager writing the message as quickly as she could.
Danny wasn’t moving. His breaths were short and shallow and his body was desperately trying to fight whatever was in his system.
Whatever this was was cruel. And it was effecting everyone.
— — — — —
Mass Kenmore 1:38pm
Aurora smiled to herself as she walked out of a patients room, file in hand. She had successfully diagnosed a benign tumour in the breast of a patient and was happy that it would simply have to be removed in surgery.
Aurora was always glad to give news like that because it wasn’t just the news the patient hoped for. Delivering good news was always better than delivering bad news.
Aurora filled in the chart and filed it away, satisfied with her work. As she looked up she saw a face looking at her.
“Successful diagnosis Aurora?” The Doctor asked.
Aurora did all she couldn’t to hold back a sarcastic retort. She didn’t like socialising with this doctor outside of the hospital walls. Not after what he did.
“Yes Dr Olsen.” Aurora gave him a thin smile.
“That’s great. Personally I’ve diagnosed three patients this morning but whose counting?” Landry smirked.
“You by the sounds of it.” Aurora retorted. She’d have this one only once.
A flicker of surprise danced across Landry’s face but he hid it well and recomposed himself.
“So how is... uh... everyone?” Landry fidgeted.
“Why do you care?” Aurora asked.
“I’m just making conversation.”
“Well don’t. I don’t want to speak to you. And neither would anyone here if they found out what you did back at Edenbrook.” Aurora glared.
“You can’t talk to me like that!” Landry glared back.
“And what are you going to do about it? Turn off my pager? Hide my charts? Spread hurtful rumours to my colleagues about me? Is that how low Landry Olsen will go?” Aurora got in his face.
“I’d do it again if it meant fairness for all.” Landry sneered.
“You little-“
Aurora’s phone cut off the sentence. She looked at her phone
You need to get over to Edenbrook NOW. Something’s happened to Victoria.
Aurora froze. Her and Victoria weren’t on the best of terms at the minute. Her outburst at the baseball match was over the top.
But from Elijah’s text, Victoria sounded like she was in danger. And if she was in danger, Aurora was going to be there for her.
“Aurora?” Landry’s voice tore her away from the text.
“I... I have to go.” Aurora said, putting her things down and straightening her coat.
“Is everything ok?”
“Nothing that concerns you.”
“You walk out of here and I’ll tell Tobias you’re bunking off.”
Aurora whipped her head round and strode up to Landry, gripping his arm tightly.
“You do that and I’ll tell everyone in this hospital what a snivelling little rat you really are, how you’ll do anything to make sure you’re in the graces of Kenmore’s gods. How Landry Olsen already fucked it up once and will almost certainly do it again because he cares about no one but himself. And if he ever thinks about trying the stunts he pulled off at Edenbrook, he will be out of this hospital faster than Usain Bolt’s 100m world record.” Aurora said through gritted teeth before she let go of Landry’s arm and walked out the hospital.
She ran down the street as fast as she could, dodging everyone in quick movements, desperate to get to Edenbrook. The tone of the text made it sound serious and the panic rising in Aurora’s chest wouldn’t settle until she knew what was going on.
Aurora entered the hospital searching the large reception area for any sign of her roommates, when she couldn’t see them she headed further into the hospital, finding them by the nurses station.
“I got here as fast as I could.” Aurora panted, the panic in her chest was made worse by the grave look on her roommates and Bryce’s face. “What’s happened?”
“There’s been an attack on the Senator. His aide released something in his room with Victoria and Rafael inside, Danny and Bobby the security guard were also there as well.” Bryce explained as they rushed upstairs.
“What was it?” Aurora asked.
“We don’t know. Travis didn’t say what was in it.” Bryce sighed.
“I didn’t think you’d come.” Sienna looked at Aurora.
“Whatever is going on between Victoria and I doesn’t matter right now. What matters is I’m here for her. And she’d do the same.” Aurora said. “I’m sorry you’ve all been caught in the middle of it this past week, I don’t think either of us want you taking sides.”
“What’s important is we’re all here for her now. And Rafael. Whatever this is, it sounds bad. Doctor Ramsey was organising for a decontamination tent so he and the diagnostics team can enter and exit the room safely.” Bryce explained.
“That makes it sound toxic.” Elijah shuddered.
“We have to keep positive. For Victoria and Raf’s sake. They’re probably terrified.” Jackie sighed.
“Agreed. If we panic, they’ll panic. We have to stay strong.” Sienna replied.
Aurora nodded and continued rushing down the corridor where Victoria and Rafael were. When she saw them, her heart stopped.
“Oh thank god you’re still standing.” Aurora said.
Their bodies looked tired, their eyes bloodshot, their hair disheveled. Rafael looked much worse than Victoria. He looked pleased to see them whilst Victoria looked slightly anxious.
“You guys shouldn’t be here.” Victoria sighed.
“Don’t be silly. As long as we stay on this side of the door we’ll be fine.” Jackie sighed.
“How did you get here Aurora? You’re supposed to be at Mass Kenmore.”
“I cut out as soon as Elijah text me. You’re in trouble so I’m here. That’s that.”
She could’ve sworn she saw Sora out the corner of her eye but she didn’t take her eyes of Victoria, desperate to show her that she was determined to put the past behind her and be here for her now. Whatever had happened had been long forgotten.
Aurora was determined to help cure whatever had gotten inside Victoria’s body. And she wouldn’t rest until she found a cure.
— — — — —
Labratory 6:25pm
This must’ve been the hundredth vial of blood Ethan had looked at today. He put it in the machine and waited for the results. It was a repetitive process and Ethan was beginning to get frustrated.
Ticking off every possible cause one by one was irritating him. They needed to find out what it was, they didn’t have time to go through every possible idea. If they continued with this much longer, Victoria and Rafael’s system could shut down.
Images of Victoria flashed through his mind. He felt like he was letting her down. He had managed to solve everything they had faced before. Why was this so difficult?
Before Ethan could find out the results from the machine, his pager went off.
Code blue room 516.
“Shit!” Ethan said out loud and took off down the corridor, June hot on his heels.
“Did you get the same page?” June shouted, their footsteps loud on the hard floor.
“Yes! We can’t lose him. We can’t.” Ethan’s voice cracked and he could feel tears forming in his eyes.
Ethan and June quickly put on the hazmat suit and burst through the door.
“His BP’s low.” Marlene said working through the monitors.
“I can’t feel a pulse.” Sarah said looking at the doctors.
“Start CPR and push the adrenaline.” June instructed.
Ethan grabbed the crash cart, he desperately tried to stop his hands from trembling.
“Stand back.” Ethan said, he placed the pads on Danny’s chest and shocked him. There was no improvement.
“Push lidocaine.” June said to Sarah who nodded.
Another 15 minutes went by and there was still no change in Danny’s condition. Panic had fully set in Ethan’s chest and judging by the looks of his colleagues, they felt the same way.
“Ethan.” June said taking the panels off him. She gently put them down. “He’s gone.” There were tears rolling down her face.
Ethan wasn’t sure he heard her, the sound of the monitor was deafening. He stared down at Danny, it looked as if he was sleeping. That he would wake up at any point.
But Ethan knew he wouldn’t.
“Time of death 6:51.” Ethan said in a shaky voice. He looked over at June who was looking down at Danny with sad eyes, Sarah and Marlene were crying quietly. Ethan then looked up and regretted it instantly.
Sienna was stood outside the window, being held up by Jackie, crying her eyes out. Ethan’s heart broke for her. He was sure if it was Victoria in front of him he’d have the same reaction.
Ethan didn’t even want to think about that. Losing Victoria would mean the end of the world for him.
As June turned off the monitor, Ethan headed out the room and took off the hazmat suit. He approached Sienna and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and before he could react, she went to hug him, still crying, gripping the lapels of his lab coat.
Ethan didn’t hesitate to comfort her. He had shared his feelings for Victoria with her not that long ago and right now she needed a shoulder to cry on. He was sure she’d be comforting him if it was the other way round.
“We got the results back from the machine.” Jackie said quietly, her eyes glistening with tears.
“And?” Ethan asked.
Jackie’s hesitation told Ethan everything he needed to know.
“It’s not good news.”
— — — — —
Labratory 6:28pm
Baz glanced at his two colleagues as they sprinted out the door. His pager had also gone off but he decided to wait for the results from the machine. June and Ethan were more than capable of handling whatever they were about to face.
The beeping of the machine startled him and he reached over and ripped out a set of results. Baz scanned them, seeing lots of ticks everywhere. He breathed a sigh of relief but then he noticed what it said next to them.
A maitotoxin.
Baz’s heart sank. It wasn’t good news. Yes they knew what it was but maitotoxins were deadly and there was no cure to them.
Fuck you Travis.
“What is it?” Aurora asked.
Baz handed her the results. The others craned their necks trying to read what the paper said. Their faces faded as their eyes scanned it. Sienna let our a little whimper, Jackie kicked the chair in frustration, Bryce ran his hands through her hair and Elijah felt a tear roll down his cheek.
“Is there nothing we can do?” Bryce shakily asked.
“I’m afraid not.” Baz sighed, tears swimming in his eyes.
“We should tell Ethan and June.” Jackie nudged Sienna and she nodded as they both headed out the room.
“How did he get ahold of that?!” Elijah sighed.
“We may never know.” Baz sighed.
Aurora who still held the results in her hand tossed the paper away and pulled her phone out her pocket. “The fights not over yet.” She said and she headed out the door as her phone rang.
“Pick up pick up pick up.” Aurora muttered hoping she would hear the voice she wanted to hear.
“Dr Emery?” A voice said.
“Thank god you answered.” Aurora sighed in relief.
“Where are you? Doctor Olsen said you ran out of the hospital hours ago? What’s going on?” Tobias asked.
“There’s been an incident at Edenbrook. Senator Farrugia’s aide Travis has deployed a maitotoxin in his hospital room with Doctor Clarke inside.”
“A maitotoxin?”
“Yes! It turns out he’s been poisoning the Senator in some sort of revenge plan. We need all the help we can get. Please Tobias. One person had already died and two others are seriously ill. We need your help.” Aurora pleaded. She had never resorted to begging for help, but this was a life or death situation.
“I’ll grab the team and we’ll be right over. Clarke’s not dying. Not on my watch.” Tobias said.
“Thank you Tobias.” Aurora said and hung up. She headed back into the room where she saw Baz staring at his pager. “What is it?”
Baz handed her his pager and Aurora’s heart stopped.
Danny died. Rafael is in a coma.
Tears were spilling down Aurora’s face. Travis’ actions had claimed another life and Rafael was going downhill.
They needed a cure and they needed it now.
— — — — —
Hospital Corridor 2:56am
The Paediatric wing was one of the most decorative floors in the hospital, pictures of sea animals lined the walls, hoping to calm the children who were sent there for treatment down.
Bryce wasn’t sure why he was walking around this specific floor. He had intended to check on Kyra again but had taken a detour mid route. Maybe seeing the children sleep peacefully would help calm his nerves.
The team were working tirelessly to find a cure for Victoria and Rafael. He had already lost Danny, he couldn’t lose two other friends. He felt helpless. He was only a surgeon who could offer ideas, it was the doctors who put the theories to use.
Bryce came to a stop outside Kyra’s room. She was sleeping peacefully. Her chest was heavily bandaged but she was alive. She had made it through the worst.
“Your friend is very lucky.” A familiar voice said. Bryce turned his head and saw Dr Tanaka walking towards him.
“Any complications?” Bryce asked.
“None. Her vitals are good. I think she’ll make a full recovery.”
“That’s great.”
“How’s it going upstairs?”
“Not great if I’m honest but we’re trying to stay positive.” Bryce sighed.
“Don’t give up hope Lahela. Hope is never lost.” Tanaka said before he headed off back down the corridor.
Bryce took one last look at Kyra before he headed back upstairs to where the team were working, determined not to let the maitotoxin win.
They would find a cure. And they would find it soon.
— — — — —
Labratory 4:02am
“The moment of truth.” Tobias said. He took the pipette in his hand and gently squeezed it.
This was it. If this wasn’t the cure they would be back to square one. Everyone watched with baited breath. You could hear a pin drop.
They were almost waiting for the worst. They had been back and forth so many times, if this didn’t work they wouldn’t be surprised.
And in the blink of an eye, they had the answer they had been hoping and praying for.
It has worked. The compound was sure not to bind to the plasma membranes. It would attach to the toxin.
Cheers flooded the room. Sienna practically burst into tears. There were hugs to go all around.
They had done it.
“We need to give it to them. Now.” Tobias said.
“Go to Rafael first. He’s much more serious.”Jackie said.
June and Baz nodded and rushed out the room.
“Did Ethan stay with Victoria all night?” Tobias asked.
“Looks like it. I think he wanted to keep her company.” Sienna replied.
“Is that all?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve known Ethan for a long time. He’s never shown this much dedication to someone ever. He’s completely infatuated with her.” Tobias chuckled.
Sienna, mindful of the conversation she had with Ethan earlier replied “he cares about her a lot because they work closely together.”
“With all respect Doctor Trinh I think he cares about her a lot more than you think. You should’ve seen him at Mr Bloom’s mansion. Ethan was prepared to walk out of there and never see the man again but Doctor Clarke was the only one who could’ve persuaded him to stay. And he did. Because of her.” Tobias said.
“Would you say he’s-“
“Madly in love with her? Yes I would. Now all he has to do is tell her.” Tobias laughed a little.
Sienna thought back to the conversation she had in Ethan’s car.
I decided it would be better for her career if we kept our distance.
She knew how much Victoria cared for the older doctor but she didn’t realise just how much. She thought catching her sneaking him out of her room last year was just blowing off some steam.
It was clearly much more than that.
— — — — —
Room 172 8:21am
Sienna’s eyes were so puffy from crying she could barely keep them open, the fatigue was catching up on her. Her whole body was sore.
She was currently sat outside Rafael’s room on the floor, desperately praying for him to wake up. Victoria was out of the woods. Now it was all down to Rafael to get the all clear. One down one to go.
Her heart ached for Danny and Bobby. Bobby always said hello to her whenever she arrived for her shift, whenever she was feeling down his jokes would cheer her up.
But Danny held the biggest spot in her heart. Joint with Victoria of course.
She always thought there was a little spark there. She knew he felt it too. Now she would be kicking herself for not pursuing it sooner. They could’ve had months together before all this.
Fat tears rolled down her cheeks again and she didn’t even try and stop them.
“Doctor Trinh he’s awake!” Sarah said from the doorway.
Sienna scrambled to her feet and approached Rafael’s bedside.
“Rafael? Can you hear me?”
“Sienna?” Rafael’s eyes darted to her.
“Look at me. Do you remember what happened?”
“Yeah. The attack on the Senator. Wasn’t I just talking to Victoria? Where am I now?” Rafael groaned.
“Take it easy, you were in a coma.” Sienna replied.
“What?! Did you find a cure? Is Victoria ok?” Rafael tried to sit up but winced in pain.
“Rafael no sudden movements! We found a cure. You’ve both been given it. Victoria’s fine, she’s recovering down the hall.” Sienna glared at him.
“Thank god.” Rafael breathed a sigh of relief.
Ethan then walked in the room and asked Rafael similar questions. When he was certain Rafael was clear, he turned to Sienna.
“You better go tell Victoria. I know she’ll be glad to hear Mr Aveiro’s ok. Good work Doctor Trinh.” Ethan smiled.
Sienna beamed and sprinted out the door and down the corridor, telling everyone and anyone she saw that Rafael was ok.
— — — — —
Room 172 9:34am
“Did someone say there was a party in here?” Bryce stuck his head in Rafael’s room.
“It ain’t a party until Bryce turns up.” Victoria laughed from one of the seats next to Rafael’s bed.
“Good answer.”
“Where’s Aurora?” Jackie asked.
“She’s got a shift soon, she went home to get some sleep.” Victoria replied.
“I can’t wait to hit my bed and not be interrupted for at least twelve hours.” Jackie sighed.
“Twelve? Catch me not waking up in fifteen.” Elijah laughed.
“Doctor Ramsey’s given us today off. Although he’s making us come in at 6am tomorrow.” Sienna said when Victoria shared a confused look with her.
“The more things change the more others stay the same huh?” Victoria laughed a little.
“Just work your magic on him, I’m sure he’ll bend the rules then.” Jackie winked.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Sure.”
“I’m glad you two are ok. I don’t know what would’ve happened if...” Sienna trailed off, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“You don’t have to think like that Sienna. We’re ok. Not perfect but we’re alive.” Rafael took her hand.
“We’re not going anywhere Sienna. We’re here. I promise.” Victoria smiled.
“Last night was awful. I’m glad it’s behind us.” Sienna smiled sadly.
Victoria looked round at her friends all nodding in agreement. Her heart filled with warmth.
“Me too.”
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Look Around At How Lucky We Are To Be Alive Right Now (Heisenberg x OC!Lizzie)
Lizzie thought that killing Miranda would have solved their problems. They would have been able to find a quiet little corner of the world and make it their own. That had been the dream Karl had whispered to her in the dead of night.
But a dream and reality are two very different things. They had lived their dream for a while, a dream of not having to fight for survival, of having to do horrific things to keep them both safe.
But Heisenberg never was one to sit and smell the roses. He had been approached by a corporation, called themselves Umbrella or something like that, said they needed a man with Heisenberg's talents to make the world a better place. Lizzie never interacted with any of the agents, something about them made her stomach twist and her head ring.
It made her husband happy though, and it paid well. As long as he was happy Lizzie was happy.
Her period being late was the first sign that something had changed. Lizzie would just shake her head, maybe she had mixed up the timing, maybe it was the lack of stress, maybe she had eaten something, it was difficult to say.
Waking up feeling sick made another puzzle piece fall into place. Heisenberg had woken her up with gentle kisses and sweet words. And Lizzie had made a beeline straight for the bathroom, her husband running after her, he even held her hair back and rubbed her back as she vomited. Again came the reasoning "don't worry honey, something must have disagreed with me!"
The longer it went on the more piece came together.
The small bump on her stomach and a pregnancy test caused all her denial to crumble away.
Without a shadow of doubt, Lizzie was pregnant.
So many emotions flooded through her, joy and pure happiness. She had always wanted children, even treating Lady Alcina's daughters as if they were own despite their cruel actions towards her.
But then the doubt came in, gnawing away at her happiness like a mouse does to woodwork. What if Karl didn't want children? What if he got mad? What if he left her? What if he made get rid of it?
It wasn't like it was back at the Village of Shadows, she couldn't nip up the mountains to confide in Donna, couldn't visit the lakes to ask Moreau for help, couldn't go to the castle to ask Alcina to help her. She was alone.
Ethan Winters had seen to that.
Karl noticed something was off sooner or later. And it hurt him to see his buttercup suffering. Mood swings, illness and looking at him like he was going to yell at her at any second. It broke his heart.
"Butterblume, darlin'... please talk me..." he cupped his wife's face in his hands and looked into her eyes. "Whatever is bothering you we can figure it out together, just let me in!"
Lizzie started sobbing and held onto him, clinging onto him like he might just vanish at any moment "Karl... Karl I'm pregnant!"
Heisenberg froze.
And Lizzie cried harder, thinking her worst fears were about to come true.
Until she heard laughter.
He.... wasn't mad?
"Is this what's got your antenna in a twist buttercup?"
"You're not-"
"Mad? No! Going to leave you? Absolutely fucking not, you're stuck with me babies or not"
Lizzie started laughing now.
"How long have you known?"
"A month or so..."
"You hide the fact you where pregnant for a month?"
Lizzie shrugged and smiled, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off of her heart and shoulders. Her baby would be safe and loved and her husband wasn't going to leave.
"I... I'm gonna be a father!" It had finally sunk into Heisenberg's mind properly. He was going to have a kid, a baby, with the love of his life. They where going to have a family. A proper family.
"I love you Lizzie... so much, you don't have to worry about anything I'll-"
A soft hand on his cheek made him pause mid sentence "you don't have to do everything honey... just come home at the end of the day, that would be enough. Enough for the both of us"
One of Heisenberg's rough hands covered the soft and warm on his cheek and he took his glasses off, so much warmth and love were in those amber eyes.
"Then that's what I'll do. I'll always come back to you and our kid... I have to make a cradle though"
"Or... we could just order one?" A teasing smile appeared on Lizzie's face. She knew her husbands opinions on flat pack furniture. They had bought a table and Karl had thrown the thing down the garden. It was pretty funny to watch.
"Now that's just mean, you may be having my baby but you're not going to convince me to make a flat pack crib"
"Not even for a kiss?"
"Not even a million kisses buttercup"
"Ah well, it's a good thing I like watching you work isn't it..."
Now it was Heisenberg's turn to tease, his hands wandered down her waist and gave her ass a little squeeze "I'm pretty sure that's how we got this bundle of joy in the first place..."
"Karl Heisenberg!"
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vi: i hate you but tell the team (bucky barnes x reader)
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summary: bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)
word count: 1692
warnings: swearing, arguing, death, and this is not proofread
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“Aren’t you going to go after the other one?” Bucky questioned, staring at the door of the room where Ethan rushed into. y/n gave him a look, as though she too were contemplating if she should talk to Ethan or not, before shaking her head hesitantly and returning to her task at hand; getting Allie to keep her food in her mouth and off her hands.
“With all due respect, Mister—wait, what’s your name again?” Olivia raised a brow as she tried to recall the same words her baby sister was yelling out again, “Mister Bucky, Ethan’s taking the news pretty hard and he’s stubborn. I don’t think he’d talk to Aunt y/n if she tried to,” Olivia exclaimed, eating a forkful of pancakes.
“Well, maybe I can talk to him. Man-to-man, you know?” Bucky suggested jokingly. y/n gave him a stern look before shaking her head.
“I’m not letting you talk to my nephew. Knowing you, you’d eradicate any chances I have of getting him to warm up to me so there is no way in hell you’re talking to him before I get to,” y/n chuckled.
“You’re my teammate, how could you not trust me?” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
“Aren’t you the teammate who cracked an egg on my shoe right when I was about to leave for a mission?” y/n questioned, easily recalling the events of last month’s mission.
That day, Bucky was I charge of making breakfast and when y/n tried moving past Bucky to grab a protein bar from a cabinet, but he wouldn’t let her pass through. Annoyed, she stomped on his toe so she could reach the cabinet. Bucky didn’t really appreciate having his toe stomped on so in retaliation, he tossed an egg onto y/n’s combat boots.
“It was hilarious!” Bucky exclaimed in his defense.
“The rookies were laughing at me!” y/n rolled her eyes before tossing a spoonful of Allie’s baby food at his hair.
“You were their S.O! If they laughed at you, you probably didn’t lecture them well enough on the consequences of laughing at a superior officer,” Bucky pointed out, recalling the times when he had to train a few SHIELD agents who ended up laughing at his manbun. Can you believe the audacity of those rookies?
“Oh, and you know how to handle a situation any better?” y/n scoffed.
“As a matter of fact, yes. I made them run twenty laps around the compound,” Bucky smirked proudly.
“Oh? What were they laughing at you for? Being older than the exhibits at the Smithsonian?” y/n giggled.
“No. They made fun of my hair,” Bucky frowned, running a hand through his dark brown locks. It was then, y/n broke out it a fit of heavy laughter.
“God, I forgot you were worse than Thor when it comes to your hair obsession!” she exclaimed, recalling that time he got mad at her for borrowing his conditioner without his permission.
“At least my hair doesn’t eat the hands of HYDRA agents,” Bucky shook his head. On a mission, one of the HYDRA agents y/n fought made an attempt to drag her by her hair. It did not end well when he realized his gloved hand was stuck in the endless jungle of knots known as y/n’s hair. Not once has Bucky even seen her run a brush through her hair in the compound!
“Man, that glove was worse than bubble gum,” y/ frowned. The agent’s hand was stuck in her hair so she had to sit next to him on the ride back long enough for Doctor Cho to come up with the best way to remove his hand from her hair. Even after then, y/n still didn’t brush her hair before or after missions.
“I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around,” Bucky waved off, grabbing his keys from the countertop before walking out the door.
“I don’t think you will!” y/n joked out half-heartedly. God, taking care of four kids was more exhausting than taking down a whole HYDRA base. At least villains didn’t make a mess at her apartment like Allie and Jackson did.
“Oh, so you’re a house aunt now?” Bucky stopped in his steps, leaning against the doorway.
“I guess. Tell Sam not to call me onto missions if it’s not an emergency, please? Also, if you could explain this clusterf—” y/n stopped herself before she could swear in front of the kids, “—mess to the rest of the team, that would be great,” y/n smiled before feeding Allie her last spoon of baby food.
“I can’t promise I won’t tell him you kidnapped the kids, though,” Bucky grinned before shutting the door and running down the hall, probably disrupting the residents. Everybody working and living on the compound knew y/n and Bucky would chase each other around the compound when one said something the other didn’t exactly appreciate.
Which is why it shocked him when she never chased after him that day. Well, she was a busy woman, he shrugged it off and headed down the elevator.
He drove his motorcycle to where the van was, adjusted the van seats, and slowly lifted his motorcycle in the van. It probably would have been more convenient for him if he’d just asked y/n to drive the van back to the compound rather than him having to haul his motorcycle into the van.
When he was sure his motorcycle was safely placed in the van, Bucky got in the driver’s seat and drove to the compound; ready to tell Sam about his discovery.
He parked the van, pulled his motorcycle out, parked that too, and headed into the main lounging area of the compound where he found Sam, Wanda, Clint, Rhodey, and Peter gathered around the TV. The moment the elevator dinged, letting his presence be known, all heads turned to him as though to ask where he’d been…or why he had baby food in his hair.
“y/n has kids,” Bucky explained quickly, plopping down on the couch between Peter and Sam.
“y/n? Kids? That’s funny, tell another one,” Wanda chuckled, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth as her gaze was still fixated on the screen. At this point, she was used to having Bucky and y/n make up rumors about each other and she could not trust a word one would say about the other.
“Wait, let me rephrase that. Sam, y/n told you she was taking a break because of a family emergency, right?” Bucky questioned, looking expectantly at Sam.
“Well, yes, but I don’t see how that means y/n has ki—” Sam shook his head only to get interrupted by Bucky shushing him.
“That family emergency was her sister died a few days ago and y/n got custody of four kids! Look, I know this isn’t easy to believe and shit, but y/n’s the legal guardian of two teenagers and two kids!” Bucky exclaimed, as if he himself could not believe what he’d just witnessed half an hour prior to that.
“I’m pretty sure y/n didn’t take a break just so you could make up a rumor about her,” Wanda chuckled, shaking her head.
“That’s the thing! They had a fight over breakfast and y/n was trying to make the little boy stop crying and then the baby started crying so I went over there to pick her up and god, I thought I killed the kid, but I didn’t. Then, she looked up at me with those big e/c eyes while screaming my name. God, that kid was adorable,” Bucky rambled on as though falling into a trance as he remembered the feeling of having someone so innocent look up at him with an emotion that wasn’t fear for once.
“Assuming this actually happened, how the fuck did you find y/n? Didn’t she block any location tracking on her when we found her at that cooking class?” Clint questioned, raising a brow in disbelief.
“I made FRIDAY look for my van and it was at y/n’s apartment place. She only let me in because she thought I was the gelato guy,” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head, “God, she looked so tired.”
“Is there anything else y/n wanted to let us know? She promised we were going to watch all the Star Wars movies next week,” Peter frowned, hitching his feet up onto the table.
“I’m pretty sure y/n has better things to worry about than a Star Wars marathon,” Sam shook his head in dismissal.
“She did mention the fact that she’s still willing to go on missions as long as they’re important ones. Like some really ‘life-threatening where a lot of people could die’ type of shit,” Bucky explained with a shrug.
“I still had no idea y/n had an apartment. I thought she lived on-base when I first met her,” Clint chuckled, shaking his head.
“Am I the only other one here who’s been to her place?” Wanda’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“Wait, you’ve been to her place? She told me she had some underground bunker she lives in because she was preparing for the zombie apocalypse and I kind of assumed that was a joke and she just lived here,” Peter shot up from his seat, staring at Wanda in disbelief.
“Oh yeah, that too. I’ve been to both places. I even have a room in the bunker,” Wanda winked as Peter’s jaw dropped. He thought y/n was joking when she mentioned the underground bunker. I mean seriously, would you take someone seriously if they told you they had an underground bunker beneath central park?
“Well, I guess if the compound gets compromised during an apocalypse, we know who to follow,” Clint broke out in a fit of laughter. After that, Bucky kind of just blanked out, not really knowing what else to say. It wasn’t as if he knew much about y/n besides the basics and what he’d discovered earlier.
He leaned back into his chair before stealing Peter’s bucket of popcorn and watching whatever the Avengers decided they wanted to watch that afternoon, ignoring all the teenager’s complaints.
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initials t.c.
Fandom: Open Heart
Pairing: Tobias Carrick x MC
Words: 7.299 (I’M SO SORRY)
Summary: Tobias Carrick makes Claire an offer she can’t refuse.
Warnings: 50% plot, 50% smut, swear-a-thon, blasphemy
Author’s Note: when the book first introduced us to tobias carrick, the first thing that hit my mind was “okay, but that dude is like the carbon copy of jesse williams and that’s hot” but then, once it reveals who he is and what’s his role in the book i went “interestinggggggg” cause you know, i’m a sucker for morally grey characters and all, and i’m not even ashamed to admit it. also, carrick is shaping up to be such an interesting character with each chapter and maybe one day- okay, maybe this sounds like a pipe dream- but one day, i hope he can be a li (let a girl dream plz) lmao
also if anyone’s interested, i made a PLAYLIST to accompany reading the fic.
the title is inspired by serge gainsbourg’s initials bb
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Cast down off heaven
Cast down on my knees
I’ve lain with the devil
Cursed god above
Forsaken heaven
To Bring You My Love - PJ Harvey
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Whenever Claire thinks about Tobias Carrick, admittedly, unfortunately, tragically, she always thinks about his eyes first before remembering what a colossal pain in the ass he is.
It always comes in that order. Like the number 3 always comes before 4, like the seawater dragging back from the shoreline before a tsunami occurs, like pouring milk before the cereal (she honestly didn’t get what the fuss is about until one day Elijah cried ‘oh, hell no you don’t, satan!‘ one morning and proceeded to give her bullet points why pouring the milk before the cereal is considered a sin and more of an abomination than Nephilims’ existence and that there’s a higher probability that she’s a psycho for being a ‘milk first’ kind of person). So apparently, Claire’s a psycho now which explains so many aspects- but she digresses and the point is, the reaction is uncontrollable and she high-key hates how she can’t control her goddamn mind most of the time.
The point is, she needs to stop thinking about him to begin with.
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Claire Castelnuovo was born in the summer, under the sign of Gemini. Marilyn Monroe once said that stands for intellect, being a Gemini, but she was too blissfully unaware of this guerdon that she devoted her adolescent years to being outdoors instead. Too many days she spent trampling along the cornfields with her cousins until the skies faded out with brilliant purple-tinged amber and she was carrying a piece of the sun in her skin and smelled like one, stuffing wildflowers inside her boots as she walked around the neighborhood with her dad’s old stethoscope, napping in a hammock with Oasis’ All Around the World on repeat. By the time she hit 15, her black strands had turned brown from repeated sun exposure. She loved it.
But it was a different time, a different place. Somewhere that only exists on the margins of her memories, lost and hidden.
Now, Claire prefers the night.
It’s 9:30 pm when she arrives at a hotel bar in downtown Boston. A newly christened establishment which has somehow become a regular spot for Hemingway’s enthusiasts once the Boston Globe wrote an article about their Hemingway Daiquiri and how, as they wrote it, ‘probably the only place that’s brave and crazy enough to adhere to the 1930s original recipe’ and bourgeois party birds at wee hours during the weekend.
Her eyes are gritty, dry and strange. Her mind’s much worse for the wear- she feels like shit, like in the middle of watching that scene from The Green Mile shit when all is hopeless and you feel like walking out of the theater, but you’ve spent your last savings just to buy the ticket, so you decide to stick through it.
Claire makes a beeline for the bar, tries to flag down the bartender. She orders an Old Fashioned, making sure to specify to double it because she’s not a regular here and he’s not Reggie and that’s how she’s been taking her drink for years.
She knows well deep in her bones that she should be somewhere else. Somewhere more familiar, somewhere where Tim Mcgraw often plays from the subpar speakers, and the rustic wooden bar countertop is gouging and discoloring from the cheap household cleaners and alcohol stains, and her friends are cramming together in the same booth in the back, reveling and laughing until they close the bar down and make a mess all over. Perhaps it’s a mistake coming here, where no one’s a familiar face and the drinks are a tad overpriced for her budget.
But then, perhaps this is exactly what she needs; the unfamiliarity, the visceral feeling knowing that she doesn’t belong here, where no one knows her name and the huge deal of weight she’s currently carrying on her shoulders. Perhaps, she can’t face her friends after what happened, after what Esme has done. Shit, how could any of this happen? Claire knows this all on Esme’s, but her guilt has grown hopelessly tangled with her anxiety. She’s her intern, for fuck’s sake, Claire’s supposed to prevent this from happening in the first place.
Man, where’s Declan Nash when she feels like punching someone in the face?
Claire makes the mistake of drinking her drink too quickly, because it hasn’t been ten minutes and she’s drained half of the content. Then she reaches for her phone in her bag, fiddles with it, absent-minded, equal parts bored before then settles on watching the band performing Art Pepper’s You Go To My Head and immediately thinks of that time she accidentally dropped her brother’s saxophone in a moment of her rather graceless, wine-soaked self with the whole family present.
Someone plops down on the empty stool next to her. Claire’s now scrolling through her phone- again, bored. Sienna commented on the post Elijah shared to the group chat with a few unnecessary-yet-totally-necessary emojis to the already convoluted series of texts and Claire only reads them in silence, not only because her friends’ texting behaviors are too chaotic for her to follow sometimes but she’s not really feeling like talking to anyone right now.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.”
Famous last words.
Claire freezes in her seat. Her phone’s still glowing in her hand, alighting her features. She recognizes that voice- too well, that is and it’s enough to set off her flight-or-fight response.
She glances up from her phone, preparing for the worst.
Well, what’s presented before her is literally the worst.
“Of all the gin joints…” she says once her eyes find Tobias Carrick sitting next to her, still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled-up, a few buttons undone, reeking of smoke, soap and antiseptic with a shit-eating grin plastered over his face.
She should have gone to Donahue’s instead.
“Evening to you too, Castelnuovo. Drinking your dinner tonight, I see?”
“What, this? No, this is breakfast. 100% daily value of alcohol and pretty much nothing else. I mean, it’s not the weekend without a bad case of hangover and an aspirin snowglobe in the morning, am I right? You know, like a glass of aspirin? Not a literal snowglobe?” she blabbers, realizing just so by the time she hears him snort. Claire chokes down another sip to shut her mouth up. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m about to commit first-degree murder and burn this whole place to the ground,” he drawls, the ever goddamn sarcastic. “What do you think? I’m trying to get dru-”
“No, I mean what are you doing here, of all places? Can’t you get drunk somewhere else?” she interrupts, her midwest accent does funny things to the vowels and consonants- something that only happens whenever she’s in distress, or at least according to Jackie.
“Last time I heard, this joint’s still owned by the Hilton, not a certain junior member of the Diagnostics Team at Edenbrook hospital.”
“Dude, what do you think of the H in Claire H. Castelnuovo stands for?” Deadpan, trying to keep up with the rolling sarcasm, she retorts. He smirks.
“Horatio?”
“Get the fuck out of here,” she mutters, mid-eye-roll, mid-snickering.
He chuckles, his voice rich and smoky amidst the late-night swing and distant chatters. Carrick doesn’t leave, of course, typically him- if those anecdotes Ethan told her has taught her anything about his character, that is- defying everything, scheming his way to the top, the embodiment of ‘those devilish boys with their heavenly eyes’ type your mother warns you about.
Not that the latter is relevant.
“Or what?” His mouth twitches but there’s a hard, challenging light in his eyes that she knows too well by now.
“Or I’m leaving.“ She shoots him a glare. He’s testing her patience- again, like it’s his finesse. Some things never change, it seems.
“Come on, Castelnuovo, don’t be a sourpuss. The night is young and I can promise you, the last thing I am is a horrible drinking buddy.”
With a touch of irony, she replies: “I’m sure. I bet you asked your friends to fill out a questionnaire every time you went out with them, did you?”
Carrick hums.
“You’re funny.” But he says it in the same tone that someone might say Jesus fuck, you’re probably one of the most frustrating creatures I’ve ever laid eyes on. Also, because the next thing he says is: “A little rough around the edges, but funny nonetheless.”
“That makes one of us then.”
Carrick frowns, which is kind of a surprise because she’s half expected him to flash her that signature cheeky grin of his.
“Listen, I’m just trying to make a friendly conversation here. I know we haven’t really seen eye-to-eye with each othe-”
Claire snorts and crosses her arms over her chest. “That, doctor, is an understatement of the fucking century.”
“Okay so, we’re like Tom and Jerry but sans the background music and a naive little duckling running around calling one of us his momma, but I feel like now’s the time to call out a temporary truce between us.” A beat, then: “I heard about what happened with the intern.”
Something flashes across her face- and Carrick must have noticed it, because his face does this odd thing- it softens, even for a moment. She hates it. He’s not supposed to be looking at her like that, not supposed to see her at her weakest state or saved her ass- And Jesus, why does she have to be indebted to Tobias Carrick, of all people- But god forbid, the last thing she’ll ever do is crying in front of him.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she mutters, barely audible, trying to temper her fluctuated emotions.
“Then don’t. We can talk about anything else or fall into some sort of endless, meaningless platitudes. Whichever will work.” As if sensing Claire’s lingering hesitation, he adds. “Tell you what, to sweeten the offer, your next drinks are on me.”
She assesses him for a long minute, eyes narrowing. She’s shaking her head, but her mouth, as if against her will, instead says: “Careful, Carrick, there’s a chance I’ll be abusing that offer and run you dry.”
"Hey, if you want to butcher your liver so bad, don’t stop on my account,” he says. “Don’t worry, though, I’ll make sure to save your ass again this time around. Pro bono.”
Claire looks as if she’s just swallowed a dead rat. “Thanks, but no thanks. Death seems more like an appealing choice.”
“Well, I stopped death from interfering then, I’ll stop it again.” Carrick winks, she pretends to gag again yet remains still in her seat, so Carrick waves at the bartender for their order- she orders for a refill and he, a martini and Claire is this close from asking 'shaken or stirred?’ but then remembers who he is and immediately washes the question down with her drink.
“You know, if anyone told me weeks ago that I’d be having a drink with you tonight, I probably would have socked them.“
Carrick is in the middle of lighting his cigarette, but laughs instead. “The Times They Are a-Changin’, as Bob Dylan said.” A puff of smoke escapes his mouth, curling around his fingers. Claire instinctively looks away. “Which reminds me of that one time your mentor sang Ballad of A Thin Man on the fucking subway when we were 20.”
She swivels her head to his direction, on the verge of choking on her drink. “Hold on, hold on, Ethan Jonah Ramsey sings?”
“Give him a dare he couldn’t refuse and a few shots of whiskey, and I promise you he’ll sing like Sinatra on crack.” He grins, his eyes are all crinkled and bright; she thinks that means he’s genuinely amused. “Ah, good times. We were like- wait, who was it he’d like to say we’re like again?”
A small smile pulls at her lips. “Bert and Ernie.”
“Jesus, he really fucking compares us to some Sesame Street characters, huh?” She laughs at that, loud and bright. He does the same. “Personally, I’d always say we were like Butch and Sundance back then- rebels with a cause, a band of misfits, trying to leave our marks on the world. You know those types. We were young, we wanted so much- I still do. I mean, let’s be real, whoever’s wanted to be defeated at their own game?”
A crease forms between her eyebrows, not quite a frown.
“Nobody,” Claire concurs, hating herself for it. “But was it worth it? Betraying the closest thing you had to a brother or a lover…” Carrick coughs on his smoke from the latter. “or whatever in the process just to get what you wanted?” Claire was obviously aiming for that brash, hard-hitting jab, but it lands gloriously too soft.
The bartender finally places their ordered drinks down on the bar. Carrick reaches for it, taking a careful swig, then sets his glass down. He takes a deep breath.
"It’s nothing personal. It never was. I never considered him as my rival.”
“Yeah, but by doing whatever you did, you’ve made an enemy out of him,” she counters. “Look, Carrick, I know we live in a dog-eat-dog world and I know being good sometimes doesn’t get the job done. Perhaps Machiavelli was right. Perhaps, when necessary, you have to be ruthless, dissembling and manoeuvring- what did he say again? ‘The end justifies the means’? But if any worthwhile end can justify the means to attain it, if everyone outright surrenders to their darker side, then what’s left of our humanity?”
For an interminable moment, there is only silence. He simply stares at her, as if she’s a walking, talking Rubik’s cube he can’t solve or a book that he has opened and now he’s got to know so much more and she feels pinned under those warm irises, uneasy.
Suddenly, his mouth begins to take shape; the corners hike up, stretch and then he does the unexpected.
The bastard fucking laughs.
“Excuse me?!” she spits, white-hot anger lacing each word. Carrick laughs harder- the audacity- despite Claire’s growing razor’s edge stare. “Did you just laugh at me? I was being fucking seriou-”
“Sorry, sorry.” Wiping an imaginary tear from his left eye. “I was just remembering Harper’s words. She’s right, you really are on the side of the angels, aren’t you?”
She points at him with her glass, snarling. “And you, mister, are the devil himself with a medical degree and an egg head- and I don’t mean the slang for a highly academic person.”
“Ouch,” Carrick says out loud, still kind of laughing, borderline frowning. “Okay, I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”
“Damn straight. Though you have a lot to apologize for.”
He groans. “Don’t tell me you’re still pissed about that one patient I stole under your nose?”
“The North remembers, ser,” she says, mean-spirited.
“Then does the North remembers that I saved her life?”
“Oh, so you’re discrediting the efforts of the other doctors that helped you make the cure?”
“Alright, alright. You win.” Carrick holds up his hands, the universal gesture of defeat and takes one final drag of his cigarette. He stubs it out, all the while keeping his gaze on her.
“So, how exactly can I make it up to you?“
Claire blinks- once, twice, thrice, realizing his intent. His voice drops an octave and he’s leaning in, close enough for her to notice the constellations of freckles splaying across his face and the way his brown eyes glinted like two shots of whiskey under a stream of light, intense and all-consuming. She feels her mind races, her brains feel as if they underwent a short-circuit and get caught on fire, and the fact that her mind’s on the precipice of exploring the idea is not helping.
A burst of laughter erupts from her throat, not that it’s funny- there’s nothing funny about the situation, but someone ought to diffuse this shift of tension between them, or that was her aim, at least.
“What, you wanna pay me back?” she asks, trying to keep her voice from cracking but failing miserably. Fingers trembling against her glass as she chugs nearly a quarter of her drink in one go.
He notices that.
"A Lannister always pays his debts, does he? If you think that I owe you one, then I’ll gladly pay.” His eyes flick back to her face, searing into her. The air crackles between them. The band is playing a different song now, a sound that only exists on the margin of her attention. If they’re in, say a mid 2000s rom-com movie, someone would probably interrupt this moment and save her from this. But this isn’t a movie.
Claire licks her lips, a candid reaction which encourages him to inch closer- or is it her? She can’t tell anymore. Tracing odd patterns on the palm of her hand with his finger and oh god, this is Carrick, the bane of her fucking existence, she’d shoot him first before she kisses him. But something about the prospect of fucking this bastard twists her insides deliciously into a confused mess.
“How? By fucking me?” she inquires, feigning scandalized- all that Catholic guilt bullshit.
He grins, all-teeth and wolfish and shrugs as if they’re talking about his life insurance policy or shit. “Well, that’s the idea.”
“But you don’t even like me.” It should come out as I don’t even like you, but even she knows that’ll be just another lie she tells.
“On the contrary, I enjoy our rivalry far more than I should, Castelnuovo,” he purrs and places a hand on her knee. Her throat bobs. She’s wearing a skirt, it didn’t seem important then, but now his hand feels warm against her skin, dangling on the edge of impropriety. Like gravity, all it takes is a little push for him to cross that line.
“I should be disliking the way you talk to me, challenging me and putting me on the back foot every goddamn time. I should be focusing on taking you down a peg, but the more I see you, the more I realize you have an attractive kind of power. And I’m just one man. And if there’s anything I learned, the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.”
But then his movement suddenly ceases. Claire almost asks why.
"However…”
“What?” she stares up at him, eyes wide, breath hitching.
“However if you only accept alcohol as the currency for transactions, then I’ll tell the bartender to get us another round instead,“ he tells her, offering her one last chance to back out from this, from making this mistake with him.
Claire stares into her drink, actually mulling this over. Her mind tells her no, but the other part- the alcohol-infused part of her mind- whispers otherwise. She imagines if Ethan or any of her friends are here, they would probably grab her shoulder and shake the living hell out of her for even reconsidering his offer.
But then again, intelligence, alcohol and desperation have always had a bad history of getting along together.
“What about June?” Claire asks against her better judgement, after a long, considerable pause. Carrick raises a confused brow.
“What about her?”
“I thought you guys…” she trails off, makes a face, feeling all-kind of flustered and aroused and wow, she’s really doing this, huh? “I mean, I don’t know- I don’t wanna get in between you guys.”
“Nah. It was only a three time thing, but there’s never been anything between us.” He chuckles at Claire’s askance look. “If you don’t believe me, you can fact-check it with the woman herself,” Carrick adds, looking at her dead-on with his eyes like he wants to get the message across.
She regards him silently for a long second, and maybe she’s a touch drunk now, maybe the bartender put something in her drink, or maybe she just needs to blow off some steam after what’s been happening in these past few weeks and Carrick happens to be a decent warm body for the occasion, but Claire finds herself shifting closer.
"Then I want you to pay me back.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah,” she answers, more sure this time, more determined.
Her nose bumps his, his breath fanning across her face all the while Carrick’s slightly pushing her skirt up, letting his fingertips travel higher. His eyes keep darting back and forth from her eyes and lips, checking for her reaction. There is no inhibition here, not anymore. People might be watching- heck, they could be already watching and it terrifies her that she doesn’t give a damn about it.
“But if you tell anyone about this, I swear to god… ” she warns and a shadow of mirth passes across his eyes, making her almost regretting this. Almost.
“Claire, darling.” It’s the first time he’s ever said her name and her stomach does a tango. “Your secret is safe with me.“
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He gets them a room in the hotel, it’s on the twentieth floor. Carrick handles the accommodation- he can afford it, apparently, which is not really surprising and the nuisating check-in procedure while Claire only waits in the lobby like a beautiful, agitated china doll amidst the turbulent sea the whole time until he comes back, flashes the room key at her and beckons her to follow.
She goes ahead of him, but he catches up. His body heat sends her anxiety rocketing sky-high through the roof as they walk next to each other, hands briefly brushing against one another but she ignores that (or at least she tries).
They are silent in the elevator, they are silent even once they reach the designated floor and walk down the hall to their room where the dim and shadowed lights follow their steps like vultures.
Carrick holds open the door for her and she enters, taking in the windows and the striking view of Boston skyline peeking behind the curtains, the TV and the queen-sized bed. The latter does nothing to assuage the anticipation that’s bubbling in the pit of her stomach, by the way.
Claire hears him shut the door, locking both bolts. She peers at him over her shoulder, half-turned, one eye on him. Their eyes meet, neither speaks. He’s taking off his black peacoat, back against the door, he’s looking at her as if wanting her is his full-time occupation and the realizations comes in like a mule kick, how that tiny voice inside her head, the one that tells her that this is a bad idea and she’s better off leaving never comes.
The room is not considerably huge (with $110 per night, you would have expected you’d get a bigger room), he could easily have her in six large steps, yet he stands there. Sizing her up, smirking rather devilishly, handsomely as if challenging her to make the first move. It’s another fucking game with him. A display of power, waiting who would fall first.
Claire finally turns around to face him. With a renowned determination, she removes her coat, letting it fall unceremoniously onto the carpeted floor. Her blouse follows next and her skirt, which she tugs it oh so slowly down her legs.
Carrick’s eyes widen, if she doesn’t know better, she thinks he’s speechless. He takes a deep breath, his gaze religiously following every movement as she twirls around once more to unhook her bra. His jaw clenches and unclenches. He’s having a hard time keeping himself in check which she takes an immense pleasure in. Claire just wants to see the man squirm for a change, even if she has to shed every article of clothing she wears.
By the time she slips off of her underwear, she is breathing raggedly. He hasn’t yet approached her so she crawls onto the bed, lying on her back with one elbow props her up, legs crossed. She kicks off her heels, rolls down her stockings with a bit of that noir come-hither, Lauren Bacall-esque heavy bedroom eyes.
Finally, Carrick steps closer until he’s only a hair’s breadth away, like a target, filling her line of sight. The tension in the room is hot enough to send the thermometer reaching its maximum limit and she’s burning, burning, burning right through the core.
Claire cranes her head up to meet his gaze, noticing the way he’s drinking in her body like a pirate ogling a bottle of rum. High-strung, tense, Carrick lowers his head to her, his fingers carding through her long hair. Dimness consumes him raw, his silhouette is starting to find its place amongst the shadows except for his eyes. Never does the fire in his eyes falter, merely alight.
They are already nose-to-nose when Claire suddenly raises her hand over his lips. He withdraws from her, looking confused and hot and bothered.
“Take a seat over there, will you?” She motions to the settee near the bed, her tone leaving no room for argument.
He smirks, but she can see his bravado if faltering. “Ordering me around in the bed now, are we?”
“Didn’t you say tonight is about you making it up to me?”
“Touche, touche.” Carrick straightens his posture and makes his way to the settee across from her, shifting uncomfortably in his seat given the growing issue in his pants.
With eyes still trained to his, Claire cups her own breast, fingers pinching her pebbled nipple before the same hand travels lower down her stomach, her thighs. Carrick leans forward in his seat, obviously liking where this is going before Claire slowly and teasingly part her legs for him to see.
A surprised groan escapes him.
“Jesus, Claire,” Carrick hisses. “Fuck, I didn’t know you’re a goddamn tease.”
She doesn’t bother replying to him, but a winning grin finds its way across her face as she lays on her back, her shame and modesty are distant, knees pulled up so he can have a clear view of her. With two fingers, she runs them along her folds, dragging them slowly up to her clit. Claire imagines they are his fingers- which once upon a time would have horrified her, but tonight, as she repeats the motion over and over, knowing that he’s sitting there, watching her without being able to get his hands on her, she decides to submit to this newfound fantasy.
A rustle pulls her back to reality. He’s undoing his own pants, palming his cock, runs his fingers over the leaking head.
A low moan catches in her throat at that, her gaze snapping up from his erection to his face where his irises have darkened and pupils dilated. He wants to show her, that’s he’s as depraved as her when it comes to wanting, that he fucking wants her and in spades and she fails to think like a normal human being anymore.
Claire uses that image to work on herself harder, faster, feeling the intense pressure beginning to build beneath her fingers. She’s so wet now, despite him being able to see that, she wants him to hear it as well as she uses her idle hand to tap against herself. Carrick growls, his pace matching the rhythm she’s setting.
She slips her fingers inside her, drops her head back against the mattress and bites a loud moan that threatens to escape her lips. Flushing scarlet all over her abdomen, her breasts and up to her neck. Her blood thumping louder than bombs in her ears, her breaths begin to come in gasps.
Another fast and hard thrust from fingers, and Claire finds herself sighing his name.
“Tobias…”
And every last bit of his self-restraint snaps.
In just a blink of an eye, Carrick is already on his feet, grabs her waist, harshly, and tugs her down onto the edge of the bed where he’s now kneeling before her. He doesn’t bother with the teasings or soft kisses or caresses, and even before Claire has the time to register what’s happening, he crushes his face between her parted legs and eats her out.
She gasps, high and fleeting, twisting the bed sheet between her fists while his tongue flicks over her, moving back up, back down, lapping along her folds in the same motions she showed him with her hand, how she likes it. Claire forgets how to breathe. It just occurs to her just how arousing the sight of him on his knees like this, sending her mind hitchhiking into outer space.
“Oh, fuck.” She breathes, back arching on the bed with a drawn-out moan. “Fuck, Tobias!” Her hips gyrate over his mouth and she presses her heels against his shoulder blades. She’s so close. All she needs is a little push to send her careening into oblivion and it seems that Carrick can sense it because he brings two digits to her entrance and slides easily inside her, setting a ruthless pace.
With her hands reaching out to the back of his head, Claire cries out his name and trembles violently. Encouraged, Carrick curves his fingers inside her, hitting that exact spot that finally undoes her as she comes, long and hard, around his mouth and fingers- the kind of orgasm that you can feel deep in your bones- and watches as fireworks dance behind her lids.
When she finally comes down from her high, everything is hazy. It’s like waking up from a deep slumber after a decadent soak in a scented bath and she loses all orientation, until she feels him nipping the inside of her thighs. She hisses, glances down, heavy-lidded eyes finding Carrick is leaving bruises after bruises all over her skin like some kind of a lewd memento of his work, like he wants her to remember this the next time she wakes up in her own bed and he’s not there.
"Are you trying to turn me into a Na'vi, doctor?” She asks, still kinda breathless, feeling surprisingly conversational despite having just experienced, if not, one of the best orgasms in her life. He smiles against her thigh and withdraws from her, only after her thighs are sufficiently bruised enough, licks his fingers clean and stands up at the end of the bed.
“Maybe. You’d make a cute blue extraterrestrial creature, though,” he replies cheekily, then undoes the button of his shirt, showcasing his naked torso.
Claire feels her cheeks heating up again, but forces herself to stare; eyes following his pectoral muscles, down to the toned lines of his abdomen while he slides off of his pants. The man is one fine specimen, alright, and he knows- smug bastard- and she thinks it’s such a shame that Carrick is… well, Carrick. If the man learns how to shut up for one minute or avoid trying to sabotage everyone’s career at Edenbrook altogether, maybe, just maybe, she’d consider him.
“But honestly, I just wanted to hear you say my name again,” Carrick continues, crawling his way up to her, pulling her out of her musings. He settles between her thighs. His lips finding her ear and nibbling at the lobe while his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipple. Claire shivers. Nails scraping along his skin, raising angry marks that would certainly be there tomorrow.
When they kiss, it’s so good that she can’t help but curl her toes. He kisses her like he’s trying to steal her breath or her name. She can taste herself in his mouth, which sparks so many feelings inside her. Her mind’s foggy, sweat pooling on her forehead. Carrick is but shoves his tongue into her mouth, lapping at her, biting, sucking and she leans hard into the kiss, retaliates by scraping her teeth against his bottom lip. It spurs him on. Making his cock twitch against her thigh and Claire decides she can’t wait anymore.
Claire rolls her hips at him. He takes the hint and rolls over to grab a condom from his pants. Then he’s back on top of her, his weight and heat crushing her most deliciously and brings her body further up the bed with him; she drapes her legs around his hips, hands gripping his arms. Her lust and anticipation collaborate to the point of near madness.
Carrick nips the taut line of her jaw and drives himself into her.
They both groan in unison.
“Oh, fuck.” Carrick mumbles between shaky breaths, his face pressed against her throat. “Fucking hell, Claire, you feel so warm.”
Claire, on the other hand, goes rigid under him. Her mouth hangs open and her world narrows down to the feeling of his cock inside her and the pleasure that builds up again in her abdomen.
This is happening, she thinks, he’s inside her and it feels so amazing. She might as well be crazy for agreeing to do this with him in the first place, but the promise of the thrill beats the doubts.
He starts slow, just the smallest fraction of hips, gently thrusting back and forth in shallow motions. She whines, frustrated and impatient, raising her own hips to meet his, but Carrick’s weight pins her onto the mattress and she can’t fucking move.
“F-faster,” Claire stammers, her molars grinding like toothache.
The bastard smirks, like he’s been anticipating the word coming out of her mouth.
“Beg for it.” His words are punctuated with every unhurried stroke he’s giving her, teasing her and if she’s not in the middle of being fucked right now, she would have kicked him in the balls.
Growling, she swallows her plea by pulling Carrick down for another kiss. This time, she’s the one who does the biting and the sucking, making sure he’s distracted enough and then just like with all the things she does in her life, she takes the matter into her own hands.
With all her strength, she scrambles up, pushes him off of her and knocks him onto his back flat on the bed. When she swings her legs to straddle him, his eyes pop.
“Holy shit, you are feisty.”
“Only cause I’m angry and horny,” she bites off. Angling herself above him and with one hand, guides his shaft back to her opening. “And you- you weren’t doing a proper job fucking me.”
He smirks. “I was trying to wind you up.”
“Fuck you.”
She lowers herself and sinks back onto his cock, relishing in his moans and growls.
“Baby, you’re doing it.” His hands curling around her waist, his head falls back onto the bed, exposing his throat and Claire is so hard-pressed not to bite him there.
Claire ignores his smartassness, naturally, and lifts herself, drops back down. Slamming her hips into his until she’s bouncing on him. Nails clawing at his chest. Finally be able to set a pace she desperately craves for, finally wiping that smirk off of his face.
Under her, Carrick is biting his lip in an effort to not to lose control. His hands are everywhere now; her stomach, her breasts, her neck, her cheeks. Leaving fire on its wake. She might still hate him after this is strange, little arrangement is over but at this juncture, he’s exactly the remedy she needs after everything.
Then Carrick wraps his arms around her and picks up the pace, thrusting into her hard and fast. Claire shakes. She can’t catch her breath, her forehead pressed on his shoulder, her teeth latching onto his skin. Breathing a string of 'fuckfuckfuck’ while he squeezes her ass and continues to fuck her with careless abandon.
"Tobias.” Her moans amplify. She’s close to climaxing again, her legs quivering. Eyes wide shut. “Please, please.” So much for not begging.
He pulls her to him so their foreheads meet. Their lips brush against each other, but they aren’t kissing, merely trading breaths. A hand touches her cheek and her lids flutter open, finding his eyes- those depthless, amber eyes that pretty much lead her to this point, are watching her, pulling her in.
“Say it again,” he encourages darkly, face twists in pleasure. “My name. Say it again.”
She does it again, it comes out as a groaned whisper, repeating it over and over again like a sacred mantra.
Her second orgasm sweeps through her, making her spine arches, it tears a winded moan from her throat and it’s more than enough to trigger Carrick’s own release; fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, groaning gutturally.
Panting, sore but sated, Claire collapses on top of his chest, his arm still drapes around her. The rise and fall of his breath lull her to sleep. Before she knows it, he gently rolls her to his side, pulling the covers for them and kisses her on the shoulder, which comes out as… odd for her.
The bed moves and she feels him leaving.
He’s leaving.
He’s leaving.
She doesn’t know why it stings, but it does. But also Claire opts not to pay no mind to it and forces her mind to surrender to sleep that once again tries to take hold.
Claire wishes she doesn’t dream of him that night, but she does.
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It’s way past midnight when she wakes up. The room is dark. The curtains are closed. She’s still naked and sore under the covers, mind reeling in from what has just transpired.
One might ask in which universe does Claire Castelnuovo agree to sleep with Tobias Carrick? Well, apparently they did it in this one and oddly still, she doesn’t regret it. Though she’s still low-key sad that he left her straight after sex, but hey, what can she do about it? This arrangement itself is nothing but a means to an end, anyway, a perverse alternative for him to pay back what he allegedly owes her, she shouldn’t be surprised if he left after the ‘debt’ is paid.
Feeling her mood somehow takes an unexpected dip, she gets us from the bed and gathers her clothes on the floor.
She’s in the middle of zipping up her skirt when the bedside lamp flickers and comes on.
Claire turns around. Carrick, rousing from sleep, looks at her, rubbing his eyes and stifles a yawn. His lips still tinged from her kisses and bites.
“Leaving so soon?” he asks, voice still raspy from sleep and Claire thinks her mouth is hanging open, standing rooted to the spot like a spider on an icicle; frozen in time.
For a moment, she does nothing but stares at him, being rendered speechless. For many times, Tobias Carrick never fails to surprise her. Just when she thinks she has him all figured out, he comes sneaking in through her windows like a thief in the night and it just strikes her, how he really is an uncharted territory for her. Despite her having him pinned under her, exploring the hard planes of his body under the touches just a few hours ago.
The man is like a fucking myth, at this point. She knows him only from stories and her limited time around him, but who is exactly Tobias Carrick? Is he the competitive doctor at Mass Kenmore, the Machiavellian asshole that severed his friendship/relationship with Ethan for the sake of his greed and ambition? Or is he, Tobias Carrick, the man who saves her life, makes her laugh and kisses her shoulder in the afterglow?
She’ll probably never know.
“Yeah, my roommates will probably deploy a search party if I don’t come home tonight,” she replies, distracted, finally finding her own voice back. He nods, feigning disappointment- or is he not? She clears her throat and continues putting on her clothes. “I thought you left.”
He chuckles at the absurdity of her deduction. “And without saying goodbye?” Carrick rolls off of the bed and rises to his feet. He’s already wearing his pants- thank fuck for that- and approaches her. “I may be an asshole, Castelnuovo, but just so you know, my mother raised me better than that.”
So they’re back to their usual last name basis perimeter. That’s good, right? After all of this, she thinks a little familiarity would be nice for her sanity.
“Good to know, then.”
Silence encompasses the room. It’s awkward and overwhelming and it throws her a little off-balance. At the bar, they seemed to know exactly what to say to each other- especially him; but now, even she can sense the hesitation in his gait, at the way he’s looking at her and a faint alarm is trilling her head. Because if he’s making this awkward, she can do a whole lot of worse.
"Oh, before you ask, that makes up for pretty much everything, yeah. I mean, it’s alright.” You fucking dumbass, she thinks to herself, averting his gaze while a smile blooms on his face.
“Good to know, then.” He parrots her words and she huffs a laugh, freely and sweetly, like she’s currently not knee-deep in her problems or she’s just fucked the most incorrigible man that ever exists. He does too, but his gaze lands on her mouth before going back to her eyes.
Another silence passes. It’s time to go.
“I have to go now.”
He nods mutely and moves away so Claire can step past him.
She wears her coat. In the mirror, she still looks thoroughly fucked; her hair’s dishevelled, she smells like him now, but she really needs to go. She promises herself that this will be a one time thing because, Jesus fuck, she’s supposed to be smarter than this. She’s not fifteen anymore, and this is not the summer where she can watch the sunset from the cornfields with her cousins even though his eyes possess the same color.
Yet she walks toward the door in a daze, like she’s forgetting something but can’t pinpoint what it is.
“Can I-”
“Hey, do you-”
She stops, mid-turning, and closes her mouth. She doesn’t realize she’s interrupting him.
“Oh, sorry,” Claire says, embarrassed. “You go first, it’s alright.”
“Can I have your number?” he asks, uncharacteristically hesitant.
She thinks he’s joking or maybe he’s just feigning interest, but one look at his eyes and she can tell that this isn’t smoke and mirrors.
The eyes, chico. They never lie. It’s dumb, but that line from Scarface is the first thing that comes to her mind. That’s why when she hands him her phone, her hand is shaking slightly. She has to bite her lip to stop herself from grinning like a maniac.
Claire takes a cursory glance at her phone once he returns it. He saved his number solely as t.c. with the water drop, the syringe, the ghost, the eggplant, the firework emoji and she chuckles endearingly, questioning the universe how he can easily get both a rise and a laugh out of her.
“I’ll text you?” Carrick asks again and she nods a little too enthusiastically at it, but what the hell?
“Sure.”
“Alright.” He takes one look at her, steps closer and for a moment, she thinks he might be going to kiss her.
“Goodnight, Claire,” Carrick says instead and she nods, admitting the fact that he’s not going to do it.
“Goodnight to you too, Tobias.” Then pauses at the doorway, feeling surprisingly bold. “I gotta give it to you, though, for someone who’s become the bane of my existence for months, you’re a damn good lay.”
He barks out a laugh, obviously, that Claire can hear all the way down the hall. And she thinks she can get used to the sound.
fin.
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Scuffed Souls
Pairing: Midge Maisel/Lenny Bruce
Rating: M
Word Count: 2769
Summary:
Despite her declared intention to go get herself a taxi, Midge can't seem to leave Lenny's hotel. Parts of it aren't so bad—the ocean view, the pool, Lenny. She could be persuaded into a little recklessness.
It’s the way he says it—“before I’m dead”—that has her twisting on the soles of her new shoes to turn back towards him with an equally twisted smile that can’t fully perk up to the uncomplicated amusement she usually feels when Lenny cracks a joke. It just didn’t sound like one.
And now she’s probably scuffed the black soles on the wretched, fine-pebbled stone of these slabs surrounding the pool of what’s otherwise a really rather sad hotel. He knows it, she knows it, and she can’t blame him for wanting her to come into his room, if only to liven it up for a few minutes. She wonders if anybody’s ever died here. Wait, she thinks, of course they have. It’s a gracelessly aging Floridian hotel. The count for patrons who’ve left unscathed is probably lower.
“Is that a long list?” Midge calls back to him.
Like the melancholy, reluctant romantic he is, Lenny’s still leaning in his doorway, watching her depart. Until a moment ago. Now he’s watching her stand here in kind of a weird realm: the post-date, non-overnight stay who issued a spoken plan to find herself a taxi like a big girl. She’s loitering. Then again, unlike at home in New York, you can do that here. Loiter your heart out. Cross that heart and hope not to die before you’ve slept with the woman whose martial status changes from minute to minute. Roll the dice! No, that’s Vegas.
Even from this distance, she can see Lenny cock his head in that way he has—playfully subservient as a child and publicly tactful as a monied, middled-aged woman. Some days, he could mirror her mother. What a gag that would be.
“Things you wanna do before you’re dead,” Midge explains with a tight gesture of her arm. Just the elbow down. God, is she nervous? She seems to be suddenly doing an imitation of Susie meeting Lenny for the first time.
“Not really. I think of somethin’ good from time to time and, of course, when I do, I can’t find the paper I started the list on and I have to get a new one… so it never really gets that long.”
“I just wondered. You know, how much time I have.”
“The length of the list determines my distance from death? This I did not know. Powerful,” Lenny notes emphatically, producing the same noncommittal smile from Midge. “I guess I better look harder for the next one I lose. Handy thing to refer to.”
“There’s that,” she agrees, “but also…” She takes a step back in the direction of his open doorway. The pool shimmers at her side. He’s right about the pool. Somehow, a pool at night looks glamorous no matter the courtyard. She hopes she looks half as good. “I wonder if there’s sort of an implication in there that—” Midge rolls a modest hand over the crassness she’d have no trouble blurting out on stage, no matter which of her relatives were in the audience. “—the quality of it would extend your life.”
He’s smiling wickedly at her. She’s gotten away with nothing and has no option remaining but to clutch primly at the handle of her purse with both hands.
“If anybody else told me that,” Lenny warns, “I wouldn’t believe them, but you I know to have been engaged to a doctor, and so I assume that any medical information you may have to offer vis-à-vis sex—” Spoken in a harsh stage whisper that nearly makes her (her) blush. “—comes certified by some type of professional board.”
“I didn’t say it was the truth, I said I wondered whether it were what you were implying.”
“Me? Well, you can’t trust that guy. Still, worth chancing, wouldn’t you say?”
Midge’s scuffed soles have brought her many steps nearer to Lenny than she remembers being in lucid command of. She’s slow-tongued as she stares at his impish expression. Flat-out flustered when he tips his head back with a smile to rest it on the doorframe.
“In there?” she asks with eyebrows arching like the next stop on this tour is St. Louis. She points sideways, where his bedside lamp glows. “On one hand, eternal life—on the other, whatever diseases are living in those sheets.”
“Oh, they’re very well mannered,” Lenny assures her with a casual brushing aside motion. “We split the rent fifty-fifty.”
“Hmm, then I’m not sure there’s room for me in that scenario.”
“The shower’s not bad,” he counters.
“Water pressure?”
“No, cleanliness. Haven’t you ever—” He employs the hand roll she should patent if it looks like that when she does it. Elegant. Prudent. Half what she wants to be and the other half what she has no hope of becoming. “—in a shower?”
Because Lenny’s looking at her like she’ll either sidestep (metaphorically—the shoes have suffered enough these past few minutes without risking anything more than a regular forward walk) or say no, she takes very great pleasure in smiling devilishly back at him.
“A shower sounds luxurious. Never done it in a bathroom with a shower before. You look scandalized,” Midge notes. “Do the diners in your neighbourhood have showers in their ladies’ rooms?”
“You had sex in a diner bathroom? I’m impressed,” he allows.
“Thank you. I needed that. I carry every compliment about the encounter back to my closet and console my wedding dress with it. Poor thing never did look the same after rubbing up against those walls.”
“Is this in your act?” Lenny demands, leaning towards her earnestly. “Why haven’t I heard this?”
“Put it in my act? Lenny, please. I’m a lady.”
“Hence the ladies’ room, I suppose.”
She giggles lightly with her lips pressed together. He earned that last line. Set her face on fire to get there, so she’ll let him have it. Speaking of letting him have it. Midge finds herself dropping her eyes so they don’t get into their second intense staring contest of the night. Can’t look straight ahead, can’t look to the right because that’s where his room is and the bed is highly prominent. Almost too eager. The bed is the bump in the front of a virgin’s pants on prom night when his date’s skirt brushes a little too close as they dance. Those crazy kids. Oh, to be young.
Midge looks left.
“The ocean,” she observes, and says, like an idiot. She even does another fucking gesture towards it, like he’d miss it somehow. “It’s… big.” Clever. Real sharp.
“Bigger than in New York? I think so too. Alligators though.”
“It’s ok, you’re talking to a fellow New Yorker. You can use the real term. Pre-handbags,” she prompts when Lenny gives her an inquisitive look.
He lets her have the wrap joke this time, but he’s more persistent about trying to catch her eye. She gets it. She is still standing here making alligator jokes when she was supposed to be in a car on her way back to the type of hotel it would be kinder not to tell this hotel exists. A hotel containing her parents, Shy Baldwin and his entourage, the boxer shorts Susie sleeps in and forgot to pack when she went to save Sophie’s ass. Hopefully Susie doesn’t need to cover that famous, demanding ass because she left the best equipment behind.
Lenny tosses his coat into his room and pulls the door shut, startling Midge.
“How ‘bout the pool?” he asks as he steps around her, arm extended to point. She swivels (damn, damn, damn, her shoes) and chases him. “You ever done it in a pool?”
“Actually, no.”
“I heard the pause and, trust me, I’m enthralled that you even had to think about it.”
“Did I mention I hit my head doing it in the bathroom? Pretty hard. All my memories before that day are hazy, so it’s really anybody’s guess.”
He gifts her an indulgent little smile and stops at the side of the pool. As she looks on, he removes his shoes and socks. Midge hears herself make the noise she makes when she denies Ethan a cookie only to see Zelda handing one over when she returns to the kitchen. The noise says, Is that wise? when her adult mommy brain knows for damn sure that it’s not. Lenny wets his foot and flicks water at her. The mommy noise had no effect on him at all.
“It’s nice,” he says, clasping his hands behind his back. “Warm.”
“Of course it’s warm. The air’s warm. Everything here is warm.”
“I hadn’t noticed.” When Lenny frowns, it’s tragic. The most tragic thing you’ve ever witnessed. “You see, I’ve been so cold since the end of our dance. I really may die if I can’t hold you against me.”
Midge tilts her head back and laughs.
“You’re worse than the guy I tried to scare off at the bar by mentioning dick jokes. And you’ll die? Really? All of a sudden, I’m the cause of your death rather than the agent of its postponement?”
Though he smiles, his eyes remain soulful. There really is something tricky about trying to be funny when he’s looking at her a certain way. She’s probably returning the look.
“Take a dip with me.”
“Why?” she asks, smiling.
“Because I want to admire you with that rose in your hair without the rest of it to distract me.” He nods down at her dress.
“My outfit is distracting? Terrific. Now I know I wore a distracting outfit on Brye Adler.”
Self-deprecating thoughts trickle away, accompanied by the gentle slosh of the ocean behind them. A rambling, improvised bit about what she’s wearing won’t change the fact that Lenny said what he said and she heard it.
“Are you going to call me a taxi if I keep standing here?” Midge asks.
“I had no intention of reminding you of that plan.” He rests a thoughtful forefinger against his upper lip. “But you do seem to be stuck. You won’t brave the room, but you also haven’t left.”
As though demonstrating how to do it, Lenny crouches and trails his fingers through the water of the pool.
“Still warm.”
He gazes up at her with needful brown eyes. The need feels equal to hers. She’s tired of being the only one needing.
“You have neighbours.” It’s between a question and a statement.
“Ah, they’re all either young and stoned or old and asleep.”
Midge makes a decision.
“Gimme your key. I’m going to change in your room.”
“Change into what? Do you have a bikini in your purse?”
She leans close to snatch the key he’s withdrawn from his pocket for the second time tonight and grins.
“Into nothing.”
Lenny takes a visibly shaky breath, not trying to hide it from her.
“Well, I’ll be here performing the role of guinea pig by stripping for any neighbours who may be watching. Should you hear wolf-whistles…”
“I’ll run right back out and join the audience,” Midge promises.
They smile at each other until Lenny tests the tension by loosening his tie. Her eyes drop to watch and she realizes she’d better go do what she said before he’s naked enough to make her lose her nerve. She hurries, high heels clapping on the stone.
His room isn’t quite as bad as anything she and Susie experienced on their first road tour, but it definitely isn’t anything to write home about. Not that he’d need to, seeing as this is his home ‘til Friday and likely beyond. Standing beside Lenny’s bed, Midge unfastens her dress. For the first time since Joel, she does it quickly. For the first time since splitting up with Benjamin, she does it alone. Beneath the dress, she’s cinched in pretty damn tight and she rubs at the red lines in her skin as she takes deep breaths that she lies to herself about—telling herself it’s the relief of being free of her undergarments. She lays her dress on his coral bedding. She positions her purse on his nightstand. Adjusting the rose in her hair, she slips her feet back into her shoes and dons Lenny’s carelessly-discarded suit jacket. Though it’s no beach coverup, it hides enough to get from here to the pool.
She spots the pile of his clothes before she sees him, head bobbing up through the surface as he slicks his wet hair back and swipes water from his eyes.
“Don’t worry,” Midge teases to his stunned expression as he locks onto her approaching figure. “The shoes are coming off momentarily. I know they’re distracting.”
As if he’s even aware that she’s wearing shoes; his eyes are fixed on her legs as though she’s an exotic species of butterfly and his gaze is a mounting pin.
“That’s all I see when I look at you,” Lenny says, arms thrusting to propel himself backwards across the width of the pool. He halts at the far side and rests his arms on the stones, chest above the line of the water. “One big pair of shoes.”
Midge shoots him a coy smile as she steps out of them, wary to avoid treading on his watch. That’s what gets her: his watch. She stares down at it, resting there, the glass face catching the light, second hand ticking away. Before they’re dead.
“Aren’t you going to close your eyes or something?” she asks, standing in bare feet, Lenny’s jacket, and a rose. “Or are you only a gentleman when it comes to sharing a cigarette?”
“For you, I will go through the charade.”
He places a hand over his eyes. His mouth smiles below it.
Watching him, she swiftly sits on the side, dangling her legs in the water. With tentative fingers, she undoes the first button on the jacket. His hand doesn’t move. She undoes the second. Nothing from Lenny. Jacket open, Midge shrugs it from her shoulders. As she pushes off the wall, dropping into the pool, he lowers his hand.
“Hey!” she complains, spluttering on water, but he raises both hands helplessly, then goes back to holding himself up at the opposite side of the pool. “That was a dirty trick.”
“I would repent if I could find it in my heart to do so, but I just don’t regret it.”
Midge laughs, shaking her head and treading water.
“By the way,” Lenny adds. “The rose looks wonderful.”
She managed to keep all but the very bottom of her hair dry and can feel the flower still tucked between the strands. Fleetingly, she thinks of where she’s supposed to be tonight. What would Carole have to say about a situation like this? Maybe Midge can be the one who knows how a situation goes for once, without warnings or tips. Just… living it. That’s how she gets the material for her act, which what’s happening tonight could never be part of. ‘So,’ she imagines telling a crowd, ‘I finally fucked Lenny Bruce. Plenty of people already thought I had, so I doubt anybody’s still betting on it, but if you had money on it happening in a swimming pool in Florida, happy days!’
“Can you see it from way over there?” she asks coquettishly.
“A little.”
“Seeing a rose ‘a little’ won’t do. Do you think Shakespeare only bothered to see a rose ‘a little’ before writing that line about how sweet it smells?”
Lenny shoves away from the side and swims lazily in her direction.
“What does yours smell like?”
“Pool chemicals, probably.”
“An underrated scent.”
Midge’s heart surges and her throat seizes up, tongue awkward in her mouth as he draws nearer. With the glow and distortive properties of the water, his body’s nothing but a blur below the surface, as she’s sure hers is as well.
“It’s like a forcefield,” he notes. “I get close enough to you and, it’s not that the world stops being funny, it’s…”
“It’s that it becomes somebody else’s job to make the joke.”
“That’s it,” Lenny agrees softly as they begin to slowly circle each other.
Gradually, they work their way over to where it’s shallow. Midge’s toes skim the bottom when she begins to uncurl her legs. Her body gets used to the weightless feeling of the water, muscles relaxing, but her heart beats harder and harder. Finally, she cuts across their circle and wraps her arm behind Lenny’s neck as she presses her mouth to his. His hand cups her cheek, then shifts, knocking the rose from her hair.
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Welcome Home
TW: abuse, kidnapping, stalking, HEAVILY IMPLIED R*PE/NONCON (please stay away if under 18), blood, implied gun use, panic attack, nonconsensual touching, implied bone breaking, cursing
inspired in part by @whump-me-all-night-long (i love your stuff btw!)
Marcus looked up from his book at the sound of the door knocking. He stared at the door for a while, irritated. He knew exactly who was at the door, what he was going to say, and what he wanted.
He should have expected this sooner, to be honest. Chloe had gotten out of her so-called “prison”, as she liked to call his house, many months ago. Marcus had broken a deal with a very powerful person, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit worried.
A lot of money was on the line with keeping his sister and the police station quiet. Their town was small, and Marcus had quite a bit of power when it came to his job, but surprisingly enough, his little sister was the bigger problem to deal with. Marcus hadn’t expected her to be smart enough to find her phone and learn his schedule, so when she did, he expected an angry phone call from his high school friend.
The call came eventually, but Aaron wasn’t angry. He was amused, and strangely cheerful, telling him about how Chloe “came to the rescue” and only got herself and her twin brother into even more trouble. Marcus’s only concern was the money, and his worries were relieved when Aaron said he’d still get to keep his bribe as long as the police stayed quiet.
But Marcus knew they’d get out eventually. It was two against one, and no matter how strong Aaron was, he knew how inseparable his younger siblings were. They were a good team, as much as he’d like to deny it. Ben was a wimp, but he was clever and could get into someone’s head. On the other hand, Chloe was pretty dense when it came to understanding other people (besides her twin), but she could definitely beat someone up. They were bound to escape eventually.
That’s why Marcus knew who was at the door. They got out, and Aaron was here to take his money back. Or kill him. Damn it.
Another knock at the door snapped the man out of his trance. He sighed deeply and approached the door, opening it to find his old friend, smiling at him. No surprise there. “Hello, Marcus.”
“They got out, didn’t they?” Marcus sighed. “I told you it’d happen.” He stepped aside to let Aaron in. Marcus noticed a slight limp in his walking. The blond moved his hair out of his face and took a seat on his couch. He nodded.
“Unfortunately, yes.” Aaron gestured to his leg. “Benny decided it would be cute to shoot me in the leg after his little bitch sister tackled me to the ground.” He chuckled. “Such spitfires, those two.”
Marcus didn’t laugh, rolling his eyes and moving to sit on the coffee table. “So they’re gone then, right? No idea where they could be?” He crossed his arms. “And I assume you want your money back.”
Aaron’s grin grew as he leaned over to lie down on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Not exactly. True, I have no idea where my little toys ran off to. But I think you can help me find out.” He sat up again. “So here’s how this is gonna work. I can take all the money away, leaving you with basically nothing from your shitty paying job.” He leaned in closer. “Or, I can double your pay if you can get your little cop team to help me find them.” Aaron leaned back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “What’s it gonna be, Marc?”
Marcus’s eyes widened. Double the money would be insane, but so would be getting his team to help him find Ben and Chloe while keeping it all under the table. With that much money, though, he could do a whole lot of bribing...
“...Okay, I’ll do it. Just get out of my house, you creep.”
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Ben was smiling as he got ready in the bathroom. He had a date with his boyfriend for their 6 month anniversary, and he wanted to impress him. He knew Ethan would go all out, so he at least wanted to look good for him too. Chloe was in the living room when her brother came out of the bathroom and gathered his things. Chloe looked up and smiled when she saw him.
“Damn, you look great! Ethan’s not even gonna recognize you,” she joked. Ben laughed and rolled his eyes.
“Ha ha. I’ll be back at around nine, I’ll let you know if anything changes.” Chloe nodded, they said their goodbyes, and Ben made his way to Ethan’s house to pick him up.
The night was everything Ben could ask for. Ethan looked great as ever, melted when he saw how he made himself up, and they had a nice dinner. It was calm, and romantic, and stress free. It was perfect.
They ended up waiting a bit longer for their food than they thought, so Ben decided to call his sister and let her know he’d be a bit late to get home. His good mood faltered a bit when she didn’t answer. She always answered her phone, and when she didn't...
“Something wrong?” Ethan was looking worriedly at Ben, holding his hand across the table. Ben nodded.
“Y-Yeah, Chloe just isn’t answering her phone. I hope she’s okay...” Ben squeezed Ethan’s hand, not noticing he was shaking slightly. Ethan squeezed back gently.
“I’m sure she’s okay. If you wanna go back home we always can.” Ethan looked into his eyes reassuringly. “She’d call if something was wrong, right?”
Ben nodded, wanting to believe him. He stared at his phone the entire time they waited for the check to arrive, still getting no call back. He called twice more before they left, with no response. A pit grew in his stomach. Something was definitely wrong.
The drive home was silent and miserable as Ben’s anxiety grew. Ethan’s hand was on Ben’s leg the whole time, trying to soothe him, and if he wasn’t so clouded by fear, it would have helped.
Ben shakily opened the door with his keys and stepped inside, Ethan following close behind. Chloe wasn’t on the couch. “Chloe? I’m home, did you get my calls?” He yelled out. He listened carefully.
His heart stopped as he heard muffled yelling from upstairs.
Oh no. Oh god, no.
Ben scrambled up the stairs with Ethan behind him, filled to the brim with fear. “Chloe?!” He called again, barging into the room where he heard the muffled voice.
Ben gasped and clapped his hand over his mouth. His sister was tied to her own bed, gagged, and covered in bruises.
“Holy shit, Chloe! What happened?!” Ethan exclaimed and ran to her, trying to untie her. She screamed and desperately shook her head. Ben was frozen in shock. He thought everything was okay, and now he was back to the terrible place he worked so hard to escape from.
Ethan managed to remove the gag from Chloe’s mouth, avoiding the bruises on her face. She gasped for air. “Ethan, you need to grab Ben and get the fuck out of here NOW.” Ethan had never seen Chloe afraid before.
“I can’t just leave you here! Who even did this to you?!” Ethan demanded, trying to untie her. Chloe shook her head.
“Please, Ethan, you need to go. Please just leave me here, I’m not what he wants, this is a trap, just please RUN!” She yelled back. Ethan ignored her and persistently tried to free her.
Ben didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help but he couldn’t hear anything, or see anything, or talk, or breathe, or move. He was so out of it that he didn't notice the door closing behind him. He didn’t notice Ethan turning around and yelling at him to move. He didn’t even notice the arm wrapping around him, or the hot breath against his neck.
“Welcome home, Benny.”
The nickname brought him back to his senses and he was suddenly screaming, trying to rip himself away from the monster he wished was dead. He was sobbing as he was brought back to his own personal hell that he thought he had escaped forever. But the grip on his waist was too strong, and he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Get away from him!” Ethan shouted, rushing at the taller man. Aaron smirked and used his free hand to punch Ethan in the nose, sending him to the ground.
“So you’re the boyfriend, huh? Damn, Benny, you really need to get higher standards,” Aaron said loudly over Ben’s screaming. He looked over to Chloe. “What? Not gonna talk back this time? Finally scared of me, babe?” He laughed as Chloe remained silent and glared straight through Aaron’s soul.
Aaron decided he was tired of Ben’s constant struggling and grabbed something out of his pocket. He dragged him to the wooden chair that sat next to Chloe’s bed and pushed him down into it, using handcuffs to lock him in. He also grabbed the gag from the floor and secured it back in Chloe’s mouth before returning his attention to Ben.
“You look so pretty in chains, baby,” Aaron murmured, leaning over him. Ben shrunk under his former captor’s gaze, tears flowing freely from his eyes. Aaron grinned and drew his fist back, landing a punch right onto Ben’s left eye. Ben cried out in pain and squeezed his eye shut, whining when it was too painful to open it again. “Now you look even prettier.” Aaron stroked his hair.
He then stepped away from Ben for a moment to look at the beautiful mess he created. His prized possession finally back where he belonged in front of him, his “savior” looking off to the side with guilt and tears in her eyes, and Benny’s new little boyfriend bleeding on the ground and moaning in pain. Everything was perfect.
Aaron went to the closet to retrieve something. “You must be confused, Benny. Let me explain some things to you, because I’m so nice.” He smiled when he found what he was looking for: the baseball bat he used to...calm Chloe down when he arrived.
“Your brother’s been a real good friend,” Aaron explained, pacing around the room. “He helped me find you. He’ll do pretty much anything for money, it’s kind of funny how desperate for cash that man can be.” He laughed. “Anyway, he did some investigating and found out that Chloe’s little girlfriend was involved.” Chloe tensed. “He interrogated her, but she wasn’t much help. Clearly. So we took matters into our own hands, dug a little deeper, and bribed the jet pilot that brought your asses here.”
Ethan groaned and tried to get up, but a kick to the stomach kept him down. Ben struggled when he saw his boyfriend get hurt, but he was too weak to do anything about it. All he could do was keep listening to the demon in front of him, looking all the more threatening with that bat on his shoulder. Aaron continued.
“It was pretty easy to find you from there. Used the girlfriend’s phone to track yours, and I watched you for a week or two. Heard all about the anniversary.” Aaron frowned at the last part but collected himself. “So that’s how I knew Chloe here would be nice and alone...” He approached Chloe and sat on the bed next to her, running his hand through her hair and ignoring her trying to pull away. “...so we could have some fun before you got here.” Chloe looked sick.
Ben was trying to process everything he was hearing. He thought everything was going to be okay when they escaped, that no one would be able to track them...boy, was he wrong. The “fun” comment snapped him out of his trance for a moment and he looked up fearfully at Aaron.
“Wh...What do you mean by...”
Chloe’s eyes stared blankly to the side as tears threatened to fall. Aaron only smiled and narrowed his eyes at Ben. “I think you can put the pieces together, Benny.” Just to add kindling to the flames, he reached over to Chloe’s chest and grabbed. Chloe whimpered and Ben’s eyes widened.
“Stop! D-Don’t touch her like that, please!” Ben cried, struggling again. He was mortified, and disgusted with himself. He let this happen.
“It’s a bit too late for that, Benny.” Aaron loved how his little pet recoiled at the nickname. “But you can still stop it from happening again...I’d hate for you to have to watch me hurt your new little fucktoy, too.”
Ben tried to calm his breathing as he looked up at Aaron. “...What do I have to do?” He believed he already knew the answer.
Aaron grinned and stood up to approach Ben once again, baseball bat still dragging behind him. He grabbed Ben’s chin with his hand. “Come back to me,” he whispered, a low rumble in his voice. “And I won’t lay another finger on them.”
Ben sobbed and hung his head. He couldn’t believe this. He had to go back to his prison, his worst fear, his hell. All of the work he put into his recovery would be destroyed, and it was already faltering at that moment. But he had to protect his loved ones, or it would be worse torture for him than anything Aaron could ever do to him.
Ben nodded. Aaron smiled.
“Perfect,” Aaron purred, standing up and brandishing the bat. “Now, before we get started, I think you need to learn a little lesson.” He raised the bat and relished in the horror in Ben’s eyes as he aimed at his kneecap.
“It’s not very nice to shoot people in the leg.”
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Omfg please do a concept where gray and his girl watch 365 days together and it leads to hot steamy sex lmfaooo idk if it's weird but g's all like "wanna fantasize about another man now huh love? Speak up baby. " 😌🤤❤️
Okay listen if you’ve spoken to me literally once ever you know how I feel about hairy italian men. I need one. I must have one. Also, spoiler alert for 365 Days.
Which is exactly what Massimo is. And going in Gray knows you’re probably going to love him because of how much you tell him that you love his beautiful, muscular, hairy ass italian body.
What he wasn’t expecting was for the girl to be tied to the bed while he got his cock sucked. And he was not expecting to see as much as he did. But what really got him?
Feeling you squirm between his legs on couch while you watched all this go down. It was hot, sure, but was his dick getting hard? Only a little.
You couldn’t sit still, though. And he wanted to see how long you’d make it through the rest of the movie before you caved.
And when the yacht scene, started, it was over. Watching her get her shit rocked by Massimo was literally making you wet. And at this point, Grayson was annoyed. Why dream about Massimo when you could have Grayson?
“Babe.”
“Hmm,” you hum, your eyes not leaving the screen.
His jaw clenches as he reaches for the remote to pause the movie.
“Hey,” you whine, squeezing his leg to try and prompt him to play it again.
“You hey,” he huffs.
Your brows furrow as you do your best to turn and look at him. “What?”
“Why are you literally get turned on by Massimo?”
You laugh, turning back to lean against his chest, cuddling further into the blanket. “Are you watching?”
“Of course, Y/N, that’s how I know you’re turned on by him.” You can hear the annoyance in his voice and a part of you feels bad, but you think it’s funny knowing how jealous he is right now.
“You literally jack off to porn, how is this any different?”
You can practically hear the gears of his head turn as he tries to justify his annoyances, and you know after a minute of silence he’s coming up with nothing.
You roll your eyes, letting your attention drift back to the screen, playing the movie.
Grayson is losing his fucking mind. He’s sitting here, his pretty girl between his legs while she gets turned on by another man. So, he does what he sees as the only option: sticks his hand in your pants.
“Grayson!” You grab his wrist as he grunts, his fingers just barely brushing over the front of your underwear from the position you’ve stopped him in. You turn to look at him like he has three heads as he refuses to remove his hand from where it lies against your front. Of course he could continue if he wanted, your grip nothing compared to his strength, but he would never actually do something you didn’t want.
“What?” He questions, acting as if all is normal. As if you’re not sat on the couch, in the living room where Ethan could come in at any time.
“Get your hand out of my fucking pants.”
“Do you actually want that or are you just scared of getting caught.” The smirk is wide across his face because he knows you too well. You’d never admit to thinking it’s hot as fuck for him to touch you where his brother, assistants or friends could walk in. But he notices how you might take it a little far making out in the kitchen before leading him to the bedroom, or how you made him pull over on the highway instead of waiting until getting home, or how you’ve wanted to fuck him at the private beach or on the balcony of houses you’ve stayed in. He just knows.
So when you turn back around, letting his wrist go as you lean back into him again, he’s got a victorious smile on his face as he continues to move his hand further down. He expected wetness when he stroked his middle finger along your covered slit, but he didn’t expect to feel as much as he did.
A shocked chuckle bubbles up from his chest as he continues to feel you, his mouth coming close to your ear so he can whisper. “Looks like I’m gonna have to rent a yacht just to fuck you on it now.”
You whine, because quite frankly you’d love for that to happen. You’re not usually one for the fancy things in life, neither was Grayson. But the thought of fucking him on the top of a boat in the middle of the ocean? Fuck.
He’d force you to stand, pulling your leggings and underwear down from his sitting position as fast as possible. You’d try and climb back onto him, but he’d hold your hips for a moment, leaning in to kiss the skin of your hips softly. You could feel his hot breath drag across your skin with his movements and it gave you chills in anticipation for what he had planned for you.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He punctuated every word with a kiss, his lips nearing closer to your center every time.
Your cheeks blush as a hand comes to the back of his head, scratching his scalp. He knew you were never great at accepting compliments and that was your way of showing gratitude. It also, however, brought him back to Earth.
He leaned back, pulling you back onto him and, much to your dismay, into the same position you were sitting in before. He covered your lap with the blanket once more before both of his hands started to brush up and down your thighs.
“You’re gonna relax and watch this stupid movie, okay?” He mumbles against your ear.
You nod, doing your best to relax your back against him and let him work.
Fortunately for you, he’s feeling generous. Well, jealous. So his fingers are quick to find your center as your eyes stay locked on the screen, but your mind can only focus on his touch.
He drags his middle finger up your slit slowly, taking in all of your wetness again. He does this a few times to coat it before he starts to circle your entrance. You whine in anticipation, wanting to feel him already. You know you’re not gonna last long.
He keeps bumping his wrist into your thigh to try and make more room for his fingers, his other hand still resting on your thigh. He tightens his grip, moving your leg to the outside of his. “Move your other leg, baby.”
You oblige, letting your other leg fall on the outside of his and off the side of the couch. Now you were sat there, fully spread on the couch, his thick thighs preventing you from shutting your legs. You knew you were fucking in for it.
“Are you watching?” He mumbles and you nod. It’s not totally a lie, your eyes are definitely on the screen. But you can only think about the way the air feels cool on your wet pussy, and how he’s hovering over it again. “Take your eyes off the screen and I’ll stop.”
You nod again, not questioning him due to the authority in his voice. You’re not sure you’ve seen him be so...possessive. It was hot as fuck.
Soon he relieves you, bringing his finger back to your center and pushing it right in. You moan, one of your hands going to his forearm as he quickly feels your spongy walls, knowing exactly where to press to make you moan.
He continuously curls his finger before slowly pulling it out and pushing his ring finger back in with it. They rub the inside of your walls together and despite there being a blanket over your lap, you can hear how wet you are from his movements.
“That for me or Massimo?” He spits.
“You, Gray,” you breathe out, bliss already filling your whole body.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” you moan, your back arching off him as he relentlessly moves his fingers in your. Your free hand goes to his thigh under yours, your nails digging into the fabric of his sweats as you do what you can to keep yourself mentally there.
“Like when my fingers fuck your pussy baby? Or do you want Massimo to come and do it?” He pauses his fingers, waiting for your response.
“You Grayson, fuck. Only want you to. Need you to.”
That seems to temporarily satisfy him because he moves his fingers once again, relentlessly pressing deep and hard into you. You can feel the muscles of his arm flex with every movements, and you can quickly feel your orgasm building in your stomach.
He brings his hand from your thigh to spread your pussy lips farther apart, his middle finger stroking over your exposed clit. The intense feeling of his finger right on your clit makes you moan loudly, your head falling back on his shoulder as your eyes shut.
Almost as quickly as the pleasure began, he’s pausing once more.
“I said watch the fucking movie, Y/N.”
You whimper, lifting your head and opening your eyes to watch the scenes slowly unfold in front of you as you wait to feel his fingers move again.
He starts up slower than his previous pace and it makes you squirm under him. You were close to your orgasm, itching to feel the pleasure rush through you, but his new pace wouldn’t bring you there as fast as you wanted.
If he got your hint, he ignored it as he continued the slow building of your orgasm instead. Your walls were continuously clenching around his fingers as his finger continue its attacked on your clit, moving to around your entrance every so often to collect more wetness on his finger tip.
Soon your whole body was sweaty as whines rumbled from deep within your chest, the pleasure he was giving you almost too overwhelming. You managed to keep your eyes open and on the screen, despite wanting to turn and kiss him. Your chest was heaving and he could tell you were close.
“Gonna cum for me or Massimo?”
“You Gray. Always you,” you moan, your nails creating crescents on the skin of his forearm.
“Then let me feel it, baby.”
With that, he was back to the quick pace, his fingers curling at a rapid speed and the surprise of his actions are what push you over the edge. You’re a moaning mess, your whole body moving around as you try to escape his hands but you can’t. He continues relentlessly, feeling your juices drip down past his fingers to your other hole and probably the couch.
He milks you of everything you have, and only stops when you completely relax against his chest. He slowly slips his fingers out of you, relishing in the feeling of your wetness one last time. He teasingly rubs your clit once with his finger, watching you twitch and groan before moving that hand from you too. He throws the blanket off you, bringing his fingers to his lips to suck what he can from them.
“Mmm,” he hums, his fingers falling from his lips. “Think Massimo could make you make a mess on the couch like that?”
You shake your head, taking his arm and wrapping it around your middle to secure you. You felt weak and tired, like you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself on the couch if he didn’t hold you.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
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The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel x Reader)
Chapter 8: Happy Birthday, Kiddo
Chapter 7
3 Years Earlier
"That's starting to sound like something." Joel said to Ellie as we walk up to her while she was sitting on a tree trunk, playing her guitar. We had decided to go out camping and since it was Ellie's birthday, we had a big surprise for her.
I had this homemade baby carrier, that would hold one baby in the front and one in the back, so that Aiden and Ethan could come with us. Ethan was strapped to my back and Aiden was in the holder that was around my chest.
Ellie looks up at us then scoffs. "I suck." She said, disappointed. "Nah...just need to build up your callouses, that's all." Joel told her and she looks down at her fingers. "Man." She grumbles then she looks up at us. "All right, c'mon." I said to her. "This it?" Ellie asked. "Yeah." Joel and I said. "Oh shit!" She exclaimed, excitedly, but then stops herself then looks up at me.
"I mean shoot." She said and I chuckled at her. Ever since the boys were born, she had been trying so hard to stop herself from swearing around the boys until they were old enough to understand.
"It's alright, Ellie." I said and we gesture for her to follow us. "I'm gonna start guessing." She said as we walked along the trails. "You wanna spoil your surprise now?" Joel asked her, curiously. "I dunno." Ellie mutters and I shake my head.
"Is it a dinosaur?" She asked and Joel scoffs, softly, at this. "Stop trying to guess, we ain't telling you." I told her and she scoffs. "All right. Is it...an elephant?" She asked and Joel grumbles at this and I smile. "Is it a convertible?" asked Ellie. "You're not gonna guess." Joel said.
"Is it a puppy? Is it a lotta kittens?" She asked. "You mean a litter?" I asked her. "What's a litter?" She asked, confused. "A bunch of kittens." Joel replied. "Then why is it not just called a bunch of kittens?" She asked. "We don't know. It's called a litter." Joel said, slightly annoyed, and we come up to this ledge and Joel pushes a branch back for Ellie to shimmy her way through.
"Mind your step." I warned her as she walks up and pass us. "I got it." She said and she starts to walk pass us when Joel gets behind her and pushes her. "Oops." He said and Ellie let's out a surprised yell and falls into the water.
Joel and I started to laugh, so did the boys, as Ellie resurfaces. "What is wrong with you?" She exclaims, angrily. "You should see your face right now." Joel said. "What if I drowned?" Ellie asked, angrily. "You're not gonna drown." Joel said, dismissively. "You gotta work on that confidence, sweetie." I said as we laugh.
"Yeah, keep laughing, you two." Ellie said and the boys began giggling a bit at this. "Yeah, same to you, you traitors!" She said then Joel points up ahead. "This way." He said. "You guys are the worst!" She shouts and she starts to swim.
"You're swimming's getting better. Remember now, just don't flail about, you gotta--" Joel started to explain but Ellie talks over him. "Push the water with your whole arm. Blah, blah, blah." She grumbles as she meets up with a ledge and gets out of the water while we walk ahead of her. "Glad to know we're getting through." I said as we come up to a ledge and see a deer off in the distance.
"Ellie, c'mere. Take a look at this. You see that deer over there?" Joel asked as she walks in between us. "Where?" She asked and I point it out across the lake. "See it?" I said. "Yeah, just through there, look." Joel said and Ellie bends down to look. "Yeah, I see it." She whispers. "Looks, like..." but before she finished her sentence, she shoves Joel down into the water.
I snorted out a laugh and cover my mouth as he resurfaces. "How's that feel?" Ellie asked him, her arms spread out, the boys also giggling at this. "Refreshing." Joel replied and I shake my head. "Yeah, it's not nice getting pushed in, is it?" Ellie asked him. "Would've pushed (y/n) but...she's got the boys." She said.
"Well...actually we need to swim through this part anyway." Joel tells her. "I got you back, you're angry and upset." Ellie said, obviously annoyed that she didn't get the right reaction from him. "I am very angry and upset. Now c'mon." Joel said, sarcastically, and Ellie scoffs before she jumps in the water.
"Hey, don't get too upset, Ellie. You at least get to swim for a bit, I have to walk around this." I said as I started walking along the woods. "Just be careful, honey." Joel said. "Hey, safety is my middle name!" I exclaimed, with sarcasm, and I make my around the lake.
After walking across some fallen tree branches and getting around parts of the wood, I catch up to Joel and Ellie as they get out of the water. "See? Made it." I said and we keep on walking. "Is it...my 6th grade history teacher wanting to apologize for being a massive dick?" Ellie asked. "I beg your pardon?" I asked her as Joel and I turn to her.
"My friend and I would argue whenever he called the Fireflies terriorts. We got a lot of detention." She explained. "You know you really need go stop letting people rile you up." Joel said to her. "It's hard when they're dicks." She grumbles. "Point still stands." Joel said, firmly, and we continued on.
"Is it...a new pair of sneakers?" She asked. "How many of those do you have?" Joel asked her. "Not enough." She remarks as we walk deeper into the woods. "Okay. Fuck it. I'm done guessing." She said after a while. "Oh good." Joel said, relieved. "But like...is it a massive comic book collection...now wait...a new DVD collection?" She asked and Joel and I sigh at this, exasperated.
"Yes." We said and she looks at us, confused. "Well, which one?" She asked. "Just...yes." Joel said. "How about laser disks? I heard that's a thing." said Ellie. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" I said and I point towards a trail next to us. She looks at us, confused, then starts to walk along it.
Joel and I share a smile before we follow her until we see the giant statue of the T-Rex. "Holy shit, guys!" She said, shocked. "We're here." Joel said. "Oh my God! It is a dinosaur!!" She exclaimed with excitement, her hands on her head.
"That it is." I said and she turns to us, her face lit up with happiness. "Guys!" She said, shocked and happy. "Surprise." Joel and I said to her, smiling, while Aiden and Ethan made some happy noises. "Holy shit! It's a motherfucking dinosaur!" Ellie shouts as she walks up to the statue then she turns to me and looks over at the boys
"I mean, uh...holy crap!" She said and I chuckle. "Ellie, it's okay." I assured her and she smiles as she looks at the statue. "Here, let me get Ethan." Joel said as he goes and pulls Ethan out of the carrier on my back. "Thanks." I said, relieved as my back was starting to hurt.
I look over at Joel as he holds Ethan in his arm and Ethan starts to lay his head against Joel's shoulder, his little arms wrapped around Joel's neck. He smiles then pats Ethan on the back and kisses the top of his head.
I smiled then I look towards the T-Rex statue and see Ellie on top of it, and I started to panic. "Ellie! What are you doing?!" I called out to her, worried, and Joel looks up as well. "I'm climbing a dinosaur!" She exclaimed as she gets to the head. "Yeah, we can see that just don't die from falling off of it." Joel calls out to her as she gets to the head and stands up.
"Look at me! I'm on a motherfucking dinosaur!!!" She exclaims. "Ellie! Don't jump! Just climb down!" I call out to her and she let's out a roar and jumps off, my heart stopped at this moment. "Hey, hey, hey!!!" Joel and I screamed as she falls and splashes into the water. Then she resurfaces and starts to laugh.
"Did you guys see that?" She asked us, happily, while Aiden and Ethan giggled and clapped. "Yeah, we saw that." Joel said, exasperated, as I let out a breath I had held in, my heart returning back to normal. "Wasn't that awesome?" She asked as she gets out of the water. "Awesome that you didn't break anything." I said to her and we head towards the old museum building.
We walk up to the entrance and Joel opens the door and we walk in as Ellie goes up to the old book holder and pulls out a book. "What's this?" She asked as she picks up the little pamphlet. "Uh...a book." said Joel and she looks up at us. "It's a dinosaur book." She said, happily, and she walks over to a shelf and finds a hat.
"Oh man!" She exclaims and she takes the hat and turns to Joel. "Hey, Joel. You wanna try it on?" She asked. "I do not." Joel replied and she shrugs. "Your loss." She said and she puts on the hat.
"You think it's okay for the boys to walk around here?" I asked Joel. "I reckon, just need to keep an eye on them." He said and I take Aiden out of the carrier and set him down on his feet. He wobbles a bit but started walking just as Joel set Ethan down, who walks as well. I can't believe that these two are only a year old and they already can walk, they're growing up way too fast.
"Whoa! Look at those talons." Ellie said, in awe, as she stared at one dinosaur bones. "That is a velociraptor." Joel said, proudly, as we walk up next to her while she pulls out her book. "Actually, it's a dee...Dee-oh-nin-y-chus." She reads. "Pretty sure these are velociraptor. Yeah." Joel said as he looks at the dinosaur. "At least that's what they called them in this movie we saw." I remarked and Ellie just hums then heads to the office behind the main desk.
Aiden and Ethan start to walk faster after her before they fall on their butts. Joel and I walk over to them to help them up as I said. "Boys, be careful. Don't run." Then I hold Aiden's hand and Joel holds Ethan's and both of us guide them to the office.
"Oh, hello, the dinosaurs are busy right now." Ellie said and we walk over to the door to see her sitting in the desk, holding the phone to her ear. "What are you doing?" I asked her and she looks up at us. "Oh, wait...two of the dinosaurs are here." Ellie said into the phone then she pulls it away from her ear.
"Joel...(y/n)...it's for you." She said. "Very funny." Joel said and Ellie chuckles. "It's pretty funny." She laughs. "Do you guys get it? Cause you two are old."
"Oh we get it." I said and Aiden and Ethan giggle as well. "See? They agree!" Ellie said and I shake my head. "Just laugh it up, girlie. It's gonna happen to you too." I said then I stopped walking and placed my hand over my face. "Oh God." I groaned. "What?" Joel asked me, concerned, and I just chuckle. "Nothing. It's just....I just sounded like my mom right there." I said, shaking my head.
He gives me a sympathetic look but I give a small smile towards him before we continued on. Ellie would look around at all of the dinosaurs until she started to put her hat on one of them. "Guys, look!" She exclaimed, happily. "That is a hat on a dinosaur." I said. "It's called a hatosaur." She said and I roll my eyes at her while she takes her hat back.
Then Ellie put her hat on another dinosaur. "Is this going to be a thing? Please don't let it be a thing." Joel said and Ellie chuckles as she takes her hat back then comes up to Joel.
"Hey, Joel." She said.
"Ellie." He said to her, warningly, but too late she put the hat on his head and he groans while Aiden and Ethan squealed. "Don't you dare take it off. My birthday, my rules." She said and I chuckle.
"Now we just need to find you a hat, (y/n)." She said. "Ah, no thank you." I said to her. "Oh now I'm definitely gonna find one." She said and she starts look around.
We follow her to another section of the museum, when Ellie points out a large thick skull of another dinosaur. "Look how thick that one's skull is!" She said. "Kinda looks like Tommy." Joel said and Ellie and I snorted at this. "I'm telling him you said that." Ellie said. "Please don't." Joel begs and I look at the skull.
"You might actually be on to something, Joel. Just catch that in the right light, boom, Tommy." I said and Ellie chuckles as she runs off to the side then gasps. "Yes!" She said and she comes back with a hat, similar to the one Joel's wearing only this one is blue. "Oh hell." I muttered and she goes to put it on my head.
"See? Now you guys match." Ellie said, laughing, and I rolled my eyes then we make our way to the stairs. Joel and I pick up the boys, carrying them, as Ellie begins running up the stairs. "Did you guys go to museums alot?" She asked. "Yeah. Yeah, Sarah loved them. I swear that girl dragged us to every damned museum in Texas." Joel said and I nod. "Yeah. But we always had fun." I said as we come up to the top of the brontosaurus, which its head was facing us.
"Looks like a giraffe." Ellie said to us. "Yeah it does, doesn't it?" I said and Joel takes off his hat then tosses it towards the skull of the brontosaurus, where it lands on it perfectly. Joel chuckles then turns to Ellie. "I see the appeal." He said and Ethan and Aiden clap and make funny noises as Ellie chuckles. "Told ya." She said as we set the boys down on their feet.
"Hey, let's go this way!" Ellie said to them and she takes the boys' hands and leads them towards another section of the museum. I smiled at this then take Joel's hand just as he takes off my hat, tosses it aside then he leans and kisses me. We pull back and smile at each other then we follow the kids to what is the space section.
Ellie makes it around the corner and gasps once she sees it. "Did you guys know that this was here?!" She asked, shocked. "You don't like it. We can head back." Joel said, pretending to sound disappointed, and Ellie laughs. "Shut up!" She said and she walks over this device and used a crank to turn it, making the plants above us move.
"Hey, guys, can you name all the planets?" She asked as she spins the crank. Joel and I chuckle a bit before he clears his throat. "My very educated mother just served us nice pizzas." Joel said and Ellie looks up at him, confused.
"Uh...did you just have a stroke?" She asked and I laugh. "My: Mercury, very: Venus, mother: Mars..." I explained to her. "Ohh, okay. I get it. That's pretty cool." She said then she stops spinning the crank then goes to look at the spaceship replicas.
"Hey, guys. Guess what was the first animal to go to space was?" She asked. "I don't have to guess, it was a monkey." Joel said and I think this for moment when an old memory came into my mind. "No, honey, I believe it was fruit flies. Something to do with radiation pressure or something." I said and Ellie looks at me, shocked and impressed.
"You're right! How'd you know that?" She asked me. "My cousin, Troy, and my brother were really into this kind've stuff when they were about your age." I replied. "I vaguely remember some facts but that one in particular, I remember because we argued about it as I also thought it was a monkey."
"Cool." Ellie said, smiling. "But did you know that astronauts said that the moon smells like gunpowder?" She asked and I shook my head. "No I didn't." I said and Joel chuckles, impressed. "Oh, wait--how would they--" he started to asked but Ellie talks over him. "Oh, they would take the moon samples back inside....and smelled them later, I guess." She said, shrugging.
Then she walks over to another area and picks up an astronaut helmet. "Oh cool!" She said and puts it on. "How does it smell in there?" Joel asked her. "Like space...and dust." She replied then she goes over to this shuttle and tries to open the door. Joel goes over and helps her open it then turns to her.
"After you." He said and she climbs in while I pick up Aiden and put him in the carrier on my front. "Careful." Joel said as he picks up Ethan and I get in to the shuttle at one end.
"Okay, Joel." I said and I hold out my hands and he hands Ethan to me and I pull him towards me as Joel gets into the seat in the middle of mine and Ellie's seat. "What the heck?" Ellie said in awe as I hand Ethan back to Joel while Ellie pushes buttons and makes noises.
"Wow!" She said as she looks around. "Would you look at all these buttons." Joel said as we just look around the set up of the shuttle, the boys reach out towards the buttons and push as many buttons as they could get their little fingers on. "It's so badass. Man. Could you imagine just..." she said then she laughs and starts to make noises of explosion, like the sound of a rocket taken off.
Joel and I share a look and I nod at him then he reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a cassette tape. Then he holds it out to her. "Happy birthday, kiddo." He said and she looks at it. "What is this?" She asked, gesturing at the tape. "That is something that took a might effort to find." I said to her and she smiles.
"Take it." Joel said and she takes the tape then pulls out her Walkman out of her backpack and inserts the tape. She pulls off her helmet and sticks her earbuds in her ear then puts the helmet back on and holds the Walkman up to her chest, before Joel places a hand over hers.
"Close your eyes." He instructs her after she looks over at us. "It'll be worth it." I assured her as she was giving us a confused look. She turns her head forward and pushes the play button.
The tape was a recording of the Apollo 11 launch, and we knew that she would love it.
She turns to us, her jaw hanging open, and she starts to giggle with excitement. We smiled at her as she moves her head forward and sits there for a few moments while I lean my head on Joel's shoulder.
Finally, she turns to us with the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face. "We do okay?" I asked her. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She asked, softly, and we begin to laugh. "You're welcome." Joel and I said, in unison, and we sit there, basking in the happy moment, before Joel looks around.
"Whaddya say we keep looking around, huh?" He asked. "Yeah, I guess." Ellie said and Joel hands Ethan to me and he climbs out as Ellie takes off her helmet then her earbuds and she starts to get up but then reaches out for Ethan. "Here, I'll hand him to Joel." She said and I hand him over and she gets out then leans in towards the doorway.
"Hand Aiden to me." She said and I pull him out of his carrier and hand him to her then I climb myself out of the shuttle. "Whew." I said then I dig into my pocket and pull out a space rocket pin. "Hey, Ellie." I said and she turns to me and I hold out the pin. "Welcome to Earth." I said and she smiles and takes the pin then hands Aiden to me.
Then she puts the pin on her backpack and we begin to look around some more.
We head towards the back door and Joel opens it. We go through and see the other half of the museum, but there was a long drop and and a pond down below. "Look, there's more museum stuff over there." Ellie said as she points at the building. "Yeah, we never checked that building." I said to her.
"Well, let's go." She said, excitedly. "And just how do you plan on getting yourself over there?" Joel asked her. Her response was to run and jump down into the water below. "Ellie!" Joel and I screamed, fearfully, as the boys screamed out as well. We go over to the edge and see that she had resurfaced and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Do you ever give anyone else this much grief?" Joel asked her. "Get down here!" Ellie calls out as she turns to us. "No!" We shouted at her. "Hey, who's birthday is it?" She asked us. "You can't keep doing that." Joel yelled.
"I want a good splash." Ellie said and Joel sighs then looks over at me. I look off to the right and go over there to see some platforms I could make my way down to. "I'll go down here. Put Ethan on my back." I said and Joel does just that.
"Be careful." He said and I smiled.
"Always." I said then I lean up and kiss him on the lips. "Come on, guys! We got more exploring to do!" Ellie calls out and Joel sighs. "Well...Can't keep birthday girl waiting." I said and he sighs then goes over the other edge and I start to make my way down.
"Geronimo!" He shouts as he jumps down and splashes into the water while I make my way down to the ground. "That was definitely a ten, sweetheart." I called out to Joel as he resurfaced and I come up to a pallet and I smiled.
"Hey, over here!" I shouted and both of them come over. "Use this to help get me and the boys across." I said and I push the pallet a bit into the water and Joel catches it. "Got it." He said and Ellie comes to the other side of the pallet and helps hold it.
I get on it and sit down while Joel and Ellie carries me and the boys to the other side. "Not so fun now that you have to help carry the pallet now, huh?" I said to Ellie. "Yeah, yeah." She grumbles as we make it over to the stairs and I get off and we start to walk towards the door.
Ellie goes to the door but it was jammed then she looks to the side. "Hey, boost me up there!" She said as she points at the open window. "Yeah, I don't know." Joel said, unsure, as I look up at the open window. "I'll open the door for you. Come on, we can't chicken out now." She said and Joel sighs and, reluctantly, stands under the window and boosts her up.
She climbs over and gets inside before we hear her call out to us. "Okay, bad news. There's shit blocking the door." She said. "Well, see if you can find another way in. We'll walk around the outside." Joel hollers at her. "Okay, be safe!" Ellie said. "You be safe!" Joel and I said. "There are dinosaurs around!" She shouts and I chuckle at this and we start to walk around the building.
"I'm glad she's enjoying herself." I said. "Yeah, me too. Just hope that there's nothing in there." said Joel. "Yeah, but she's a smart girl and we've seen her deal with worse." I said to him. "I know..." he mutters. I give a sympathetic smile to him and take his hand in mine when we hear a screeching sound coming from inside.
We jumped at this and Joel immediately takes out his gun. "Honey, stay here." He said to me and he walks ahead of me a bit. "Ellie!" I hear him call out as I slowly make my to him. Then I hear a door open and I come up behind him to see Ellie standing there.
"The hell was that?" I asked as we get inside. "It's just...some animal." She said and she looks at the wall next to her. Joel and I turn to it as well and my heart sinks when I see the familiar Firefly logo painted on the wall. Underneath it was the word Liars painted as well.
The three of us stare at it for a moment before Joel turns to Ellie. "Well, let's get a move on. I want to get a fire going before it gets too dark." He said to her as she continues to stare at the logo. "Come on." I said, softly, and we walk out of the building.
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