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one of my friends got stuck in an elevator today
#it was alright he was good the fire department came#only took about 30 mins#but it was very funny#turned out he was at the first floor like 6 inches above floor level
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Coach Syverson
Okay, Y'all I'm trying something new and posting one of my Henry Cavill Character fics. I haven't posted a fanfic in so long it's gonna be a short story probably only a two-parter maybe 3. Let me know what you think! I loved writing this. I think it's so cute!!!!
Warnings: None for Part 1 :) Definitely will be smut in part 2!
High school football coach Sy and school guidance counselor OFC
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I was locked in a trance, typing in progress notes from an early morning meeting I’d just finished with a student. The sounds of the office, which was just coming to life outside my door, fuelled me. I almost never came in this early. But, one of my seniors was having a crisis and this was the only time we could work into her busy schedule. It’s gonna break my heart when that girl graduates this year. I get so attached to the students. I can’t help working as a school counselor. It's hard not to.
“You’re in early,” The voice coming from the doorway made me jump. He chuckled softly. “Didn’t mean to scare ya.” After a brief heart attack, I finally looked up. I smiled when my eyes met his.
“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t see you! Good morning Coach, What can I do for you?” His soft blue eyes held my gaze, before shooting me a gentle smile. Coach Syverson and I had become good friends since he started working at the school a little over a year ago. Like many good high school football coaches, they made a history teaching spot for him. Unlike others, he’s actually a great teacher!
I met Logan Syverson for the first time in a staff meeting. Our principal introduced him at the beginning of the meeting going on and on about all the improvements he would bring to our team and our community. He certainly looked like a football player. The guy was huge! Tall, large muscles, and a full beard. His eyes were a deep blue. He had a winning smile and a southern accent. The English department was drooling. I hated him immediately.
I figured he was just going to be a self absorbed prick like the last coach. who only cared about the popular students, peaked in high school, and got fired because he got a little too close to one of the cheerleaders. We were not at all sorry to see him go. Well, those of us with half a brain weren’t anyway. Some of the community and staff were more worried about the football program. But I digress.
I was even more annoyed with him when I caught him falling asleep during the same meeting 30 minutes later when we were discussing the budget for new textbooks. I’m not exactly sure what came over me but I kicked him under the table. He was immediately alert. I expected him to glare at me. Or maybe even smirk. But the look on his face could only be described as apologetic. He quickly caught up to me when we were leaving the meeting. “Some first impression I made, huh?” When I didn’t immediately respond he added. “I swear I’m not some asshole that doesn’t care about education, that’s not like me, just didn’t sleep much last night. I had to take my dog to the emergency vet, she broke her leg in the woods late in the evening and didn’t get back until late and…”
“Is she okay?” I asked quickly. He looked completely dumbfounded.
“Uhm what?” He asked, clearly confused. I smiled sympathetically. I did exactly what I told my students not to do and judged him too quickly and I felt like an ass about it.
“You’re dog, is she okay?” He smiled softly and nodded.
“Yeah, Yeah she is. They got her all wrapped up and in a cast, poor pup, but she’ll be alright.” There was a brief pause and then. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”
“The students know me as Miss Plummer, but it’s Alayna. And um.. Sorry I kicked you. I don’t know why I did that.” I smiled sheepishly.
“Alayna,” He repeated. And then chuckled and squeezed my shoulder “No need to apologize, I’m glad you did. That would’ve been embarrassing. Falling asleep in my first staff meeting doesn’t really look good. Thanks for saving my ass back there!”
We were fast friends from that point on!
Sy pushed off the door frame he’d been leaning against and walked into my office. “Brought ya coffee, I was gonna sneak in and leave it on your desk but I guess it’s you surprising me this morning,” He said, setting the cup from our local coffee shop down on my desk.
“That’s sweet of you!” I took a sip and almost choked. I expected just plain black coffee. He wasn’t the kind of guy to order fancy coffee. But this was actually my coffee order. “How did you know my coffee order?” He had a big grin on his face now.
“I remembered it from that morning when we ran into each other in line a few weeks ago. Thought I’d be nice and bring my work wife some coffee since I was there.” He shrugged. He really was such a sweetheart. He looked tough and scary. I know he did. When he and a few of the other teachers in the history hall gathered between classes they looked intimidating. At least from a student's perspective.I knew them all well though. I’ve talked with students failing his class because they wouldn’t ask questions. When I asked why, they said they were nervous. But he was certainly no one to be afraid of. Yes, he could yell, but he saved that for the football field. The man was a damn teddy bear.
“Thank you!” I smiled. I quickly looked out into the guidance office to make sure there were no students around. “But I know you didn’t walk all the way down here just to bring me coffee for the hell of it. You’re buttering me up for something. What do you need, Logan?” He laughed and shook his head plopping down on the edge of my desk.
“You know me too well, sugar. Two things!” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Hey now young lady, don’t get an attitude with me I’m not asking you to give up a kidney!” I hid my smirk behind a sip of coffee and nodded at him to continue. “First, Can you look up Ty’s grades for me just at some point by the end of the day. He came into my office this morning and was all nervous about his algebra grade, swearing up and down it’s because he failed one quiz. But, I’m pretty sure,” I cut him off.
“He’s not turning in his homework because he just started dating Caitlyn and they’ve been staying up texting all night.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Uh, Yeah, How’d you know?”
“Caitlyn stopped in to see me this morning and we had a chat about it, amongst other things. I’ll double check but I’m sure you’re right. I’ll email it to you so you can have a chat with him. I was going to call him in today but he listens better to you. When you talked about being a veteran and your time in Iraq at the Labor Day assembly, I think that really struck something with him. He looks up to you.” his eyes locked with mine and he smiled softly placing his hand over mine on the desk just for a second.
“Thank you for saying that,” He said before moving his hand and leaning on the desk again. I just smiled.
“What’s the other thing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because you could’ve just sent me that in an email.” He smirked. And his nose crinkled a little. Oh no.
“So our first away game is tomorrow night,”
“I know,”
“And you’re a big football fan, and you love those boys don’t you?” He was deflecting
“What do you want, Sy?” I asked again. He let out a long breath.
“Carol was supposed to be a student chaperone for the student fans buuuttt well, you heard her kid is really sick? I need you to come chaperone. Actually. I kinda already said you would.” He quickly stood up from my desk and backed up to the other side, like he was afraid I’d hit him.
I just leaned back in my chair and groaned,
“ugh Sy! What if I had plans?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. He chuckled
“You don’t!” I scoffed
“You don’t know that?” I retorted. He smirked
“Yeah, what big plans do you have for Friday night?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. I sighed.
“Okay I don’t! But I could’ve!” I argued. “Why, didn’t you ask one of the other guys? Like Nick or I don’t know Mike?” I asked.
“Nick’s an assistant coach, he’ll already be there. And we both know as much as Mike loves teaching…he does not want to spend his Friday night with the kids and at a football game making sure there’s no funny business. And you love the kids.” He was pleading now. Practically giving me puppy dog eyes. “And…Maybe I want you there,” He winked playfully. I looked down and jiggled the mouse on my computer to hide my blush.
Jessica, who works the front desk of the guidance office swears he flirts with me. But I know he’s not. We’re friends. Good friends. We tease each other to make work a little more fun at best. But that's all it is. A man like Logan Syverson would never look twice at a girl like me. He’s fit and strong and tall and handsome. I’m pretty but I’m short and round and a little too quirky for my own good. Girls like me only get men like him in the movies. And I’m not stupid enough to believe otherwise. Moment’s like these though. I do wonder a little. But I don’t let my thoughts wander too far.
“Oh yeah?” I joke, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I mean maybe you’re our good luck charm. You’ve been at all our home games this year and we haven’t lost a game.” He said with a cheeky smile.
“We’ve only had two Sy.” I say matter of fact. He just shakes his head.
“That doesn’t mean you’re not good luck, but okay,” He held his hands up in defeat. “If you don’t want to do it I’ll figure something out. I messed up and didn’t ask you first. I’ll tell the boys their favorite guidance counselor doesn’t want to come support them. It’ll break their little hearts sugar but I’m sure they’ll find,” He pauses and lets out an exaggerated sigh “Some way to pull through and play a good game of football.” He frowned, shaking his head. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows looking straight at him.
“Are you done?” I deadpanned. He snickered softly and nodded. “Fine, I’ll go,” He smiled and walked over squeezing my shoulder.
“You’re the best! It’s supposed to be chilly! Wear a sweater! And Free coffee,on me all night! I promise,” I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, yeah okay,” I chuckled.
“Seriously, I owe you sugar! I’m happy you’ll be there, I better get goin, class starts soon and I probably shouldn’t be late being that I’m the teacher,” He chuckled.
“Get out of my office Logan!” I laughed. He smiled.
“You’re the best!” He said one more time before finally walking out of my office. I shook my head and tapped at the keys on my keyboard to wake up my computer. I felt eyes on me and looked up to find Jessica standing in my doorway.
“Don’t start!” I warned her.
“Please, sugar. I really want you there!” she mocked. “He knows your coffee order, Alayna. How long are you going to ignore what’s right in front of you?” she asked exasperated.
“It’s not like that Jess, He was just being sweet because he needed the help.” I said.
“Like you wouldn’t have done it anyway. You were trying to play coy but we both know you would have done it anyway.” She laughed. I blushed. And threw an eraser at her.
“Get back to work!” She laughed.
“Whatever you say… Sugar!” I snorted and we both chuckled for a minute. “I mean it Alayna, He’ll be kinda busy during the game and yes you’ll be keeping an eye on the students but take the opportunity to flirt back, he likes you, I’m not wrong!” She turned and walked back to her desk before I had a chance to say anything. And before I could spend any more time thinking about it my email notifications went off pulling me back into my work.
The rest of my work day went by in a blur. I had meeting after meeting with students. My seniors were in panic mode, my juniors have early onset senioritis, and the freshman and sophomores came into vent about the daily woes of high school drama. Oh to be 16 again.
With a full schedule of meetings I barely had time to eat lunch even in my office. When my phone lit up with a group text from two of my girlfriends asking about our weekly Thursday night dinner. I was quick to respond.
(I’ll be there!) I sent the text, before packing up my desk for the evening. It had been a late night for me so it was just past 5. I didn’t bother going home first to change into something more casual. They were used to the office style by now. I felt my shoulders relax a little as I slipped into the booth next to skyler.
“Hey!” she said cheerfully, slowly pushing the glass of white wine they’d ordered for me closer.
“You know me so well!” I smiled at her.
“Long day?” Hayley asked from across the table, she picked up a tortilla chip and filled it with queso. I shrugged.
“Not long in the sense that it was rough, just busy,” Skyler nodded and took a sip for her wine glass.
“I feel that. I tried to get some school work done while the kids were down for a nap.” She runs an in-home daycare. She adores kids. But she’s also going back to school for a degree, Pediatric nursing. She’s a saint. I don’t know how she does it.
“I commend you babe. The school is asking me to take classes, they want someone to take on the position as school psychologist. They’ve been trying to nudge me toward it the past couple of weeks. It’d be a raise but, that on top of the current workload? I don’t wanna drown myself ya know?”
“I totally get it, it’s not easy! But you should think about it. You’ve talked about it before! At least consider it.” Skyler said.
“She’s got a point dude,” Hayley added. “Look at you guys moving up in the world while I’m stuck with an art block. If I can’t think of anything, my online shop isn’t gonna take off and I’ll be stuck at the factory forever!” She groaned and downed a quarter of her strawberry lemonade that was no doubt spiked. I looked sideways, meeting Skyler's eye. She was giving me the same look.
“You’re just getting started Hayley.” Skyler said.
“I know but if..”
“Ah, no buts!” I cut her off “We have to allow ourselves room for mistakes and error when we’re trying something new. You will get there. Give yourself the love you give your art! I don’t wanna hear anymore of that self deprecating bullshit from you! The people love their ghost fish!” I demanded, trying to hide a chuckle. She could be so stubborn! She was starting an online etsy shop for commissions and spreading the word through social media. She had all these fun ideas. She was a great artist. But of course it’s not an easy way to make money. And right now, things were slow. She would get there though! I know she would!
“Have I ever told you how annoying it is when you use your psychoanalysis shit on us?” she deadpanned.
“Everyday but I still do it anyway, and that’s why you love me!” She just laughed.
“Yeah okay buddy. Enough work talk, I lifted a bunch of heavy shit all day and I don’t wanna think about it. I just wanna eat my chips and queso and get drunk with my friends!” She said and scooped another chip through the queso. I laughed and held up my glass
“Cheers to that! Although we all know damn well it’s a Thursday night and we all have to get up early and we drove separately so drunk is relative but yes!” Skyler laughed and clinked her glass with mine.
“Let her have her moment. Cheers to drunk Thursday dinner!” she said.
“Fuck yeah!” Hayley added and added her glass in with ours. We all took a drink and it was quiet for only a second.
“So,” Skyler spoke immediately. “It’s been a week, what's new?”
“Nothing for me, just still considering the offer to go back to school. My job would pay for it. Love life is still dry and I’ve bought like 3 new spicy romance books on my kindle this week!” I said laughing.
“Fun!” Skyler smiled. “Hayley?” She asked and directed her attention across the table.
“I went to Target and spent an obscene amount of money on fall stuff. We have a fall party coming up at work that I volunteered to do face painting for, but that should be fun! Oh there’s this new movie that came out I want you guys to come see with me I was hoping maybe tomorrow night?” she said. I started to agree. But then remembered my conversation with Sy earlier.
“Oh tomorrow night? I can’t. I’m actually busy!” They both looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“Since when are you busy on a friday night?” Hayley asked. Here we go. This is gonna open a whole can of worms. If Jess was good at getting my hopes up about Sy, these two were going to have me down right delusional.
“There’s a football game. I like to support the team.” I said. Skyler snickered and a smirk spread across Hayley’s face.
“You like to support the coach you mean?” Skyler asked.
“That’s not true! I’ve always been a football fan!” I defended myself. Hayley chuckled
“Sure but since when do you go to away games? Isn’t it like 2 hours away?” She raised an eyebrow. I sighed.
“Coach stopped by the office this morning, one of the other teachers that was supposed to chaperone the roadies tomorrow canceled and since he and I are friends he volunteered me to do it. He buttered me up with free coffee this morning and practically begged me to go tomorrow and… I just can’t say no to him. Plus he said he really wants me to be there.” I swirled my wine glass and stared down at it. I knew the looks they were giving me. I heard skyler squeal.
“Shut up! He asked you to come because he wants to spend time with you! Watch, I bet next week he’ll ask you out!” She bounced in her seat.
“He does not! He’s going to be busy with the team! He’s not going to have time to talk to me or anything.” I said taking a big gulp of wine.
“Why else would he say he wants you there though. And clearly you want him to hang out with you. Or you want to hang out with him. Or you wouldn’t have given up your precious Friday night in!” Hayley smirked.
“Okay, so what if I do. He’s not into me like that. He’s just friendly. He’s southern, it's just how he is!” I said, trying to hold onto whatever sanity I had left.
“Really?” Skyler said. “Does he bring anyone else coffee? Ask if he can eat lunch in anyone else’s office?” Hayley but it
“Didn’t he get you a christmas gift last year?” she asked.
“He was my secret santa!” I stated. They both sighed.
“ I don’t know why you can’t see it but he likes you!” Skyler said. I started to object but Hayley cut me off.
“You don’t have to believe us. Just pay attention to how he acts around you tomorrow and the next couple of days. He's trying to make a move. And I know you have your little no coworkers rule,”
“Because if…”
“Ah, I don’t wanna hear it! He’s clearly trying to get your attention. And you work in a public high school it's not like everyone else isn’t hooking up.” She stated.
“She’s got a point, remember all the teachers when we were in school? And he’s not just trying to hook up. He’s playing the long game,” Skyler said. “All we’re saying is IF we’re right,”
“And we are,” Hayley added. Skyler gave her side eye but laughed.
“If he asks you out you should give him a chance. We’ve never met him but it’s clear he’s so into you. And he seems like a great guy. Don’t push him away because something COULD go wrong.” she said. At that point the waiter came up and we placed our order. I also ordered another glass of wine. But a wine buzz wasn’t enough to convince me they were right. Sy couldn’t like me. I wasn’t his type. But it didn’t matter. I will go tomorrow and have a good time watching the game and cheering on the boys and watching Sy in his element. And when it’s all said and done I’ll ride home with the student section and maybe catch the chance to say goodbye to my friend before we leave. And on Monday everything will be as it always has been. Sy and I are friends.
I repeat that to myself as I walk the hall toward the gym after school on Friday. I turned down the hall toward the locker rooms and found his office door open. Sy was leaning back in his desk chair watching the tape from a few weeks ago. He noticed me before I spoke. He paused the video and smiled.
“Hey you! To what do I owe the honor? You never venture down this way?”
“Just coming to double check the plan for tonight! We’re meeting back here at 5:15 and the bus leaves at 5:45?” I asked him. He nodded, running a hand over his beard.
“Yeah, but I was thinking, you got plans for dinner?” He asked and raised an eyebrow.
“Uh I was just gonna run home for dinner, why do you ask?” I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched curiously as he chewed at his bottom lip for a moment.
“I was gonna grab a bite to eat in town before the game. I won’t have time to go all the way home. Do you wanna come with me?” He finally made eye contact with me again and gave me a soft smile.
“Oh um,” I hesitated for a second.
“I’ll buy,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes.
“You don’t have to do that, Sy,” I said softly. He stood up grabbing his keys off the desk.
“I know, I want to.” He smiled and brushed his shoulder against mine as he walked out the door. “Come on, I’ll drive.” I raised an eyebrow
“Driving me to dinner and you’re paying? Sy if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me.” the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and he stopped walking. He turned toward me and bit his lip trying to hold back a grin.
“Alayna,” He chuckled nervously, “I find it hard to believe after all this time…” He was cut off by a loud whistle down the hallway.
“Well ain’t that a cute couple!” a voice said in a horrible mock southern accent “Get it coach!” One of Sy’s boys called from just outside the weight room. Another one of the football players popped his head out the door to see what was going on and started making kissy sounds with his lips. Sy dropped his chin to his chest and shook his head but his shoulders shook when he chuckled, giving him away. He loved those boys he couldn’t be mad if he wanted to be.
“Tyler you’re already on thin ice don’t make me bench you tonight! You too Matt. Don’t think I forgot about the little stunt you pulled in the parking lot last week!” He gave them a stern look
“Sorry coach!” they said in unison
“It was funny though,” Matt mumbled. Sy shook his head
“Sure, You boys get out of here and get something to eat, I don’t need you passing out on me on the field tonight.” He held Matt’s gaze.
“It was one time!” He stressed.
“And it’s only gonna be one if I can help it. Go eat!” He barked. The boys immediately straightened up and nodded.
“Yes coach!” Logan just chuckled and we kept walking.
“They adore you,” I said. He smiled
“Nah, they just know I’m not kidding’” I laughed.
“Oh come on Sy, you aren’t that mean, or you wouldn’t care so much,” We walked out the back door to the teacher parking lot and headed to his truck. “Hey… what were you saying earlier,” He raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about sugar,” He smirked.
“Sure you don’t cowboy,” I rolled my eyes and hopped up into the truck after he unlocked it. He slid in next to me and started the engine.
“Where do you wanna eat?” He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.
“Doesn’t matter to me, you’re buying,” I said flatly.
“Sugar,” He threw his arm over the back of the seat, his fingertips brushing my shoulder, as he backed out of the parking spot. He left it there as he pulled out on the road. “Don’t be shy with me, I know you love food darlin. I’ll drive all around town and we’ll starve until you tell me what you want.” I looked over at him just in time to make eye contact before his eyes shifted back toward the road. He shook his head and tried to hide his smirk.
“You are so dramatic,” I teased, trying to play it cool but I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks.
“Oh, I’m dramatic? Weren’t you the one tearing up in her office because of a book you were readin?” He snickered. I reached over and playfully smacked him in the chest.
“Shut up!” I laughed. He held his hand to his chest feigning hurt.
“Ow!” He pouted.
“That did not hurt! I barely hit you!” he side eyed me still pouting but the corners of his mouth started to break into a smile
“Over here committing spousal abuse.” He shook his head. I laughed so hard I snorted.
“We’re not married Sy!”
“You’re my work wife, it's the same damn thing” He chuckled. “Seriously, where do you wanna eat, I’m starving.”
“My god Logan,” I laughed. “Um fine, I haven’t tried that new sushi and ramen place yet!” I said. He almost slammed on the break.
“You haven’t?! That place is right up your alley, all trendy and shit. It’s real good too!”
“You think I’m trendy?” I raised an eyebrow. He looked over for a moment and caught my eye giving me a gentle smile.
“I think you deserve to be taken out to nice places.” And here I was blushing again.
“Sy,” I started but my phone buzzed in my lap distracting me, I wasn’t really sure what to say anyway. It was a group chat with the girls asking me what time we leave tonight. They were going to have a field day with this. And instead of just replying I decided to start a fire. I tapped my screen to open my camera and held it up to take a selfie “Smile, cowboy.” He chuckled.
“What are you doin over there, sugar?” He smirked but glanced over at the camera quickly so I could snap a quick photo.
“Lighting a match.” I smirked. He bit his lip and chuckled softly.
“You’re something else,” He spoke as we pulled into the restaurant. I quickly sent the picture to the group chat and slid my phone into my purse.
Sy was right. This place was incredible. And very trendy.
“God I can’t get over how good this place is!” I said for like the 4th time. Logan smiled.
“I told ya, Darlin,” The waitress came and brought out our bill and I reached for my purse. “Hey, No, I told you, I’m paying.” He said pulling out his wallet and handing his card to the waitress.
“Thank you Sy, I appreciate it,” He grinned.
“Anytime, you deserve it,” I blushed, “ you’re really saving my ass tonight.” I forced a smile, so that’s what this is about. I told the girls this was all just because he needed something.
“It’s no big deal Logan.” I said. I pulled my phone out and checked my messages. There were like 10 from the group chat now.
“OMG YOU'RE WITH HIM?!”
“You didn’t tell us you were getting dinner with him.”
“UNLESS THEIR NOT GETTING DINNER ;)”
“What else would they be….oh”
“Alayna you better not be fucking the football coach right now.”
“Leave her alone Hayley she can fuck him if she wants to BUT IF YOU DO I WANT DETAILS”
“ALAYNAAAAA”
“GIRLLLL ANSWER USSSSS”
“Seriously dude you can’t just send us a picture of you with your hunky football coach man crush and just disappear.”
“OMG THEY’RE TOTALLY FUCKING”
I held back a smile and shook my head.
“It is a big deal,” He said and grabbed my hand across the table. “I’m glad you’re gonna be there tonight.” I smiled but pulled my hand back.
“Sure, because you needed another chaperone.” I joked. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head catching my eye.
“Yeah, but I wanted it to be you, I like hangin out with you. And you’re really fun to watch in the stands. I didn’t know you could be so…aggressive.” He smirked.
“I’m just really passionate about football!” I argued. “And how do you know you like hanging out with me? We've barely seen each other outside of work.” I questioned.
“Well we should change that,” he said.
“Won’t your girlfriend get jealous?” I asked. I knew a lot about him but he never mentioned any relationship. I’d be stupid to think he wasn’t seeing someone. He laughed. God I loved that sound.
“Don’t have one sugar,” He said with a mischievous grin on his face.
“How?” It was my turn to be confused.
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He retorted quickly.
“I … because…” I stuttered, unable to come up with an answer.
“Haven’t found the right guy yet huh?” He pauses, “guess that’s where I’m at, she just ain’t found me yet.” He smiled. Right then the waitress came back with his card. “Thanks honey,” He said, giving her his signature smile. He signed the receipt and stood from the table. “We oughta get going. Don’t wanna be late for the game!”
Sy drove us back to the school and parked his truck next to my car. “Oh no!” I sighed.
“What's wrong?” He asked.
“I was going to grab a sweatshirt when I went home and,” I opened my car, turning on the light to look in the back seat. “I don’t have an extra in my car.” I pouted.
“Is that all?” He chuckled. He reached into the back seat of his truck and pulled out a black hoodie. “Here. I always have an extra in the truck you can wear mine. Don’t want you to catch a cold.” I took it from him tentatively.
“Sy, this is your coach sweatshirt.” I said.
“One of ‘em yeah.” He smiled.
“I…okay,” I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on. He bit his lip.
“Looks good on ya,” He smirked.
“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes. Before we could continue to tease each other the buses pulled up. And I could see some of the students' cars pulling into the student lot “We’d better head over there!” I said quickly. Logan nodded.
“Yeah, we better get going.”
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Rudy pulled Alejandro aside before the team was about to depart. “Colonel, we need to talk.”
“Can it wait?” he asked.
“Alejandro,” Rudy said, voice lowering seriously. “I can’t get your wife to answer any texts.”
The Colonel’s eyes widened, and he started patting his own pockets for his cellphone, but he cursed himself, remembering he’d left it in the jeep before Graves had betrayed them. He strode to the table. “We have to put the plan on hold.”
The group looked at him, their expressions confused; Price stepped forward. “Why? What’s the matter?”
“My wife,” he replied. “Rudy cannot get her to answer. Something is wrong.”
“Perhaps she’s busy?” Soap offered.
“No,” Rudy said, shaking his head. “I’ve texted her over the span of the last few hours. Nothing.”
Price let out a sigh, looking to Ghost. “You?”
Ghost nodded. “I’ve met his wife. She’s needed here to run things smoothly. Losing her wouldn’t be wise.”
“Alright. All of you, pack up, move out.” He looked at Alejandro. “Where is she?”
“Home,” he replied, fear ebbing into his stomach. “She is home…alone.”
***
She opened the door to her home, gazing curiously at the armed guards outside in the dark. “Can I help you?”
“Missus Vargas?” one said. “You need to come with us. There’s been trouble at the base where your husband works.”
“Oh, God, what’s happened? Is my husband okay?” she worried, turning to grab her purse and jacket; she bent over, putting on her shoes.
“We’re not entirely sure, ma’am, but he told us to come collect you and bring you to safety.”
She started to open the door further when it suddenly hit her and she slowed to a halt, looking at them. “What’s the code-word?”
The two soldiers froze, sharing a quick glance between them. “Beg pardon?” one excused.
“The code-word,” she repeated, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “My husband and I have a code-word. He would’ve shared it with you if he told you to come for me.”
“Mrs. Vargas,” the other sighed. “Please, time is of the essence.” He reached for her and she slapped his hand.
She stood there, staring at them. “My husband didn’t send you.”
“This doesn’t have to get ugly.”
“It will if you cross the threshold of my house. I would advise you to retreat before you make a mistake you can’t undo.”
The one soldier reached for his gun. “You have one last chance to come quietly.”
Her jaw clenched and she inhaled deeply. “Elegiste a la esposa del coronel equivocado.”
***
Alejandro was on the edge of his seat, hoping to not see fire in the distance as they came up over the hill before his home. What he hadn’t expected to see was one of the Shadow’s jeeps abandoned, and his wife sitting on the front step of their house, a haggard look on her face.
“Detén!” he yelled, and Gaz hit the brakes; they climbed out and Alejandro ran up to her. “Mi alma!” he froze, eyes wide in shock at the sight of slick crimson covering her face and body. “Qué te pasó?” he breathed, the fear in his stomach turning to straight ice.
She lazily looked up at him, pulling the cigarette from her mouth, puffing the smoke from her lungs; her free hand held up the whiskey bottle. “Drink?”
Alejandro bent down, feeling along her body. “Dónde estás herido?”
She tried to shrug off his hands. “I’m fine.”
“Dónde estás sangrando?”
“I’m not wounded.”
“Lo siento, debería haber estado aquí para protegerte. Lo sien—”
“Alejandro!” she yelled, and he fell silent, watching as she stared him down, put the butt of the cigarette in her mouth and warned, “It’s not my blood.”
His brows pinched in confusion. “Who’s bl—”
Ghost emerged from the house. Alejandro’s eyes zeroed in on the item he was holding, shock dripping from him like each droplet of scarlet that came from the metal baseball bat. “I think the Missus maintained a very good home defense.” He looked at Alejandro. “You might want to have professionals clean the brains out of the carpets.”
She stood up from the step, one hand holding the whiskey bottle, the other throwing the cigarette out to stomp its life out; she yanked the baseball bat out of Ghost’s hand and turned around, walking down the steps. “Take me to the bastard who brought enemies to my house. Tengo un regalo que me gustaría devolverle.”
She stood at the jeep door and Price asked, “What’s that?”
Tossing something his way, she muttered, “The nametags from their uniforms.”
“Where are their dog-tags?” Soap asked, and she gave him a dead-eyed stare.
“Los empujé por sus gargantas antes de golpearlos hasta la muerte.” She didn’t say anymore, climbing into the jeep.
Alejandro walked over to them, sparing a glance back to the house. “I…should call someone to clean this up.” he took Rudy’s phone and dialed a number, talking quietly to someone.
Soap looked at Rudy. “What did Missus Vargas say when I asked about their dog tags?”
Rudy frowned. “She shoved them down their throats before beating them to death.”
“Jesus fuck,” he said, glancing into the door to see her staring straight ahead. “Remind me not to get on her bad side.”
As they piled into the jeeps, Alejandro leaned into his wife, murmuring, "Mi alma, how did you know they were enemies?"
She breathed deeply and laid her head on his shoulder. "No me dijeron nuestra palabra clave. Sabía que no los enviaste para protegerme." Looking at him, she added, "Defendí nuestra casa, pero por favor, no me obliguen a hacerlo de nuevo."
Alejandro nodded. "Nunca más. Siempre estaré allí de ahora en adelante para asumir esa carga por ti."
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Can I have Solo Sikoa x Fem reader where they get stuck in an elevator together? You take the reigns baby
Stuck
Solo Sikoa x fem! reader
Warnings: I don’t know what happens when you get stuck in an elevator so this might not be good
Hope you like this baby
“We are ready to go now,” Solo says.
“Okay. I’m so excited to see Rey get into the hall of fame tonight,” Y/N replies.
“Baby, that’s like in 6 hours,” Solo laughs, walking out of the room.
“I know, but I’m too excited,” she says, following Solo to the elevator.
“Well, get too excited in about 4 more hours,” he chuckles.
Elevator went down, lights flickered, stopped with a bang. Y/N looks at her phone. No service. She makes eye contact with Solo. He doesn’t know how to react.
“Are we stuck in the… elevator,” Y/N says.
“I think so,” Solo replies.
“God, I can’t take small places for long. You know that,” she complains.
“It’s okay. Let’s just press this button. They’ll find us,” Solo says.
“Hello Los Angeles fire department,” says a voice after Solo pressed the button.
“Hey, I’m currently stuck in this elevator with my fiancée,” Solo says.
“Do you know what hotel you’re staying in?” the woman says.
“Yeah, we are staying at the Westin Hotel near the Crypto.com Arena,” Solo answers.
“Okay, I’ll send the nearest fire truck to you,” she replies.
“What should we do in the meantime?” Y/N asks.
“There’s one thing we haven’t done in a while,” Solo replies, going on his phone. Y/N pauses for a moment when all the sudden she hears ‘Yours the wedding edition’ by Russell Dickerson.
I was a boat stuck in the bottle.
Solo places his phone down on the floor.
That never got a chance to touch the sea.
He makes eye contact with his fiancée. Walking towards her with a grin. This was their first dance song.
Just forgot on the shelf. No wind in the sails.
They wrap their arms around each other and start swaying. Solo had been really busy these past few months. They never got the chance to practice their first dance.
Going nowhere with no one but me
Solo proposed to her at Christmas time of 2022. In front of both of their families. Everything was perfect that day. Right in front of an enormous Christmas tree. Jon, his brother, was supposed to be taking a picture of them. It turned out to be a video of Solo getting down on one knee and finally popping the question.
I was one in a hundred billion. A burned out star in a galaxy. Just lost in a sky wondering why. Everyone shines out but me
Solo spins his girl.
But I came alive when I first kissed you. The best me had his arms around you. You make me better than I was before. Thank god I’m yours.
Y/N’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. She had completely forgotten about the fact that they were stuck in an elevator. They danced away to the song and when it finished, they just stayed in each other’s arms.
The door to the elevator finally opened, and there were some firefighters standing there.
“Alright, let’s get going,” Solo says, picking his phone up from the ground.
“Thank you,” they said to the firefighters, as they helped them out of the elevator.
“Have a great day, you too,” one firefighter says.
“You too, bye,” Y/N says, grabbing Solo’s hand.
“Now can I be excited about Rey getting in the hall of fame?” Y/N asks.
“Yes you can,” Solo laughs.
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series masterlist | last part — next part
pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 2.7k words
warnings: asshole!steve, explicit language, mentions of alcohol
summary: somehow your life becomes equivalent to a friday the 13th type of horror movie. there's no serial killer or any murders happening, but the day is full of so many problems that it feels like you'll never get out of this shitstorm
CHAPTER TWO | ❝𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆❞
It had to have been because of something you’d done in a past life. Perhaps you were a murderer or committed other horrific crimes.
In your head, that was the only thing that could explain why today had been the shittiest and most hectic day you’d probably ever had. And even though you were only halfway through this godforsaken Friday, you knew that nothing would ever be able to top it.
You were hit with issue after issue, and when you solved one thing it seemed as if three more popped up. It felt like a fucked up game of whack-a-mole.
And just when you thought you could finally have somewhat of a breather, you were bombarded by a production intern bawling her eyes out. She had made a mistake earlier that day that she was still feeling pretty emotional about; she put the wrong time on the call sheet for Monday and printed and handed out copies with the typo. It wasn’t that big of a deal or the most detrimental mistake that could’ve been made— in fact, with one quick announcement and some reprints the problem had been fixed— but you could understand why she was upset about it.
“It’s okay, alright? Please stop crying, Hannah.”
“I’m sorry,” She said with a sniffle. “I just really wanna do a good job and I know I haven't been, and I really don’t wanna get fired.”
You were about to reassure her once again but you were interrupted by a PA tapping your shoulder to grab your attention.
“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I have Steve’s lunch order that you asked me to pick up,” He said.
“No, no, you’re fine. Thank you so much,” You said, actually completely thankful for the interruption. You grabbed the outstretched bag from him and then looked at Hannah again. “You only made one mistake. I promise it’s okay, and you’re not getting fired.”
She nodded and you gave her one more reassuring smile before you rushed off in the direction of Steve’s trailer, quickly glancing through the bag to make sure that the order was right as you sped walked to the completely other side of the set.
“You’re late,” Was the first thing he said to you when he opened the door.
You briefly glanced down at your watch; 12:05pm. You were only five stupid minutes late, but of course he was annoyed at you. “The day has been really hectic and–”
He shook his head at you before you could finish. “I don’t really care.”
There was a lot you wanted to respond back with, but you held it back.
“Got it,” You said instead as you handed him his food and started walking away before he could close the door in your face.
It had only been two weeks since filming started and it was pretty clear that neither of you liked each other. He definitely didn’t like you, for reasons that you assumed were because he didn’t like anyone and he was somehow physically incapable of being nice. And in return, you decided to just not like him back because you couldn’t care enough to do anything to try and make him like you. Mainly because trying to do so felt like an impossible feat in itself, and also because you quickly came to the decision that he didn’t deserve your genuine niceness.
Barely a minute after you’d walked away from Steve’s trailer, you were summoned by the lighting department to help handle an issue they were having. It truly seemed as if you would never get a break.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Way too many hours, and a shit ton of more problems to fix later, you were finally home. And after the longest shower ever, you were sitting on the couch in your living room, a bowl of freshly popped popcorn on your coffee table in front of you next to a bottle of wine that was moments away from being opened.
Your plan was to watch the worst reality TV show you could find and laugh at it until you fell asleep, and you knew that because of how exhausted you were from the day it would probably happen within the hour. And you didn’t even feel the tiniest bit embarrassed that you’d be going to bed before ten o’clock on a Friday night.
You were only a few minutes into a show called Love on the Mountain and hadn’t even poured your first glass of wine before your phone started ringing.
A part of you truly wanted to ignore the call because you could only assume that it was work related, and you wanted to hope that whatever it was about could wait until tomorrow, or hopefully even Monday. But, of course, the part of you that could almost never turn your work brain off needed to look at who was calling.
You regretted it almost immediately when you saw Steve’s name lighting up your screen.
You wondered why he could possibly be calling you right then, and then as if the universe was simultaneously screaming and laughing at you, you looked around and your eyes immediately landed on the big yellow envelope that contained the script rewrites Steve needed to have sticking out of your tote bag that was sitting on your small dining room table that at most times doubled as a work desk.
Fuck.
You were supposed to give the script rewrites to him, or at least put them in his trailer before you left for the day, because they were for all of the scenes that were filming on Monday, but it had completely slipped your mind.
You answered the phone and then shut your eyes. “Sorry, I already know you’re calling about the script rewrites. It completely slipped my mind. When do you want me to give them to you?”
“I would’ve really liked them hours ago,” He said, the annoyance unsurprisingly very clear in his tone.
This was the only time you could actually understand him being annoyed at you, but hearing how pissed he sounded still managed to piss you off just the same.
You inwardly let out a long breath. “I can bring them now.”
He didn’t say anything in response to that, and instead hung up. Barely a minute later, your phone pinged with a text from him that was simply his address.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
When you walked into Steve’s apartment building, you were met with the sight of a man standing behind a front desk. It was always easy to tell that you were at an expensive apartment building in LA when the lobby felt eerily similar to a hotel. Your building didn’t even have a lobby; there was just a hallway that led to some insanely small elevators.
You gave a small wave to the man and then showed the yellow envelope. “Hi, I have this for Steve Harrington.”
The front desk man, whose name tag read James, nodded at you. “Yes, he told me to expect someone coming to bring something for him. You can go right up.”
“Can I just leave this here with you?” You asked because you did not want to have any sort of an interaction with Steve right then; what you really wanted was to get back home.
“Usually with most packages, yes. But for this, Mr. Harrington told me that he wanted you to bring it up.”
Of course, he did. And you knew the exact reason why he was doing this was so that he could say some sort of shitty comment to you about this mistake you made since he apparently hadn’t done enough of that on the phone before he hung up on you.
“Is there a bathroom I can use first before I head up?”
James gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, the bathroom in the lobby is for residents only, and management is really strict about that rule.”
“Okay,” You responded with a small sigh. “What floor is Steve on and what’s his apartment number?”
“He’s at the Penthouse, so you’ll just press PH and his place is the only one up there.”
You nodded at that before heading to the elevators. On the entirety of the ride up to the top floor, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever Steve would say to you, and you also pushed your need to pee far away.
Your knuckles rapped against his door in three quick knocks and after making you wait for an unbearably long minute— which felt so much longer than just a minute and almost made you think that you’d somehow ended up at the wrong apartment— Steve opened it.
“Here are the script rewrites,” You said and you held out the envelope for him to take.
“Thank you,” Steve said, his voice unmistakingly condescending, as he grabbed the envelope from you. It was actually kind of fitting that the first time he ever said a “thank you” to you was in a sarcastic way. “Sorry for making you do your job.”
Apparently, the mental preparation you’d done on the elevator had been no help at all because his words in that moment irritated you more than anything else he had ever said to you.
You were at your breaking point for dealing with all of his shitty remarks pretty much every day for the past two weeks and giving him nothing back in response. You’d continuously swallowed down everything you had wanted to respond to his comments with, but right then, it was as if every other annoying thing you’d dealt with from the day was bubbling over, and for once you actually couldn’t hold back.
“Oh yeah, no problem,” You said, easily matching his sarcasm. “I actually did this all on purpose because today has been the absolute worst day ever and I wanted to make it even worse by talking to you right now. Honestly, the perfect way to end this shitty Friday.”
You almost felt bad for everything you’d said, maybe that outburst was a bit much, but then for the briefest of moments you could’ve sworn that one side of his mouth quirked upward in something that resembled the tiniest of smiles before he simply looked at you with the straightest face you’d ever seen. It was hard to feel bad for what you said when, at least for a millisecond, he seemed somewhat amused by it.
The two of you stared at each other for a few moments. You expected him to say something in response to your comeback, but he began closing the door instead. Of course, right then was when your need to pee decided to come back.
“Wait.” You said, placing a hand on the door before he fully closed it. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“No,” He said and then finished shutting the door.
“Okay, I’m sorry for what I just said,” You said, making your voice loud enough so he could hear you through the door. It was actually a bit easier to apologize without having to look at him. “I shouldn’t have said it.”
His response came barely a second later. “Still no.”
You were so close to letting go, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last on the twenty minute drive back to your place, which could potentially be pushed to thirty minutes depending on how terrible LA traffic decided to be right then. Therefore, you knew you had to keep trying. But you also knew that you’d rather pee your pants than beg Steve Harrington for anything, so you weren’t going to say one “please” to him.
“Come on. The guy in the lobby said that I can’t use the one down there because of some management rule.”
Steve didn’t say anything to that so you decided to continue.
“If I die of a bladder infection, you’ll get stuck with a random PA as an assistant for the rest of filming, and you’ll probably hate them more than you hate me. Also, if I die I promise I will haunt you so much.”
It would’ve made sense to assume that he walked away from the door by then, probably to his bedroom or somewhere else far away from where he could potentially hear anything you were saying. But, something told you he was at least still lingering by it.
“Steve?”
Finally, he decided to say something. “You’re not gonna leave, are you?”
You almost laughed at how annoyed he sounded. “No, so unless you wanna get blamed for me dying outside of your door, you should just let me use your bathroom.”
You heard something that sounded like a cross between a scoff and an actual laugh, and then moments later, the door opened and he let you inside.
You refused to admire anything about his apartment as you walked in. Not the phenomenal looking kitchen that had a huge white marble island in the center of it. Not the living room area that had a huge television hanging on the wall and an even bigger white couch that looked way too soft and inviting. And definitely not the floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a beautiful view of the city; you could even see the fucking Hollywood sign lit up in the distance.
There was nothing you admired about his apartment. In fact, you kind of hated the place.
And you were also a huge liar.
“The guest bathroom is down the hall,” Steve told you. “The door on the left.”
You nodded at that, avoiding eye contact with him because you didn’t want him to see how enamored you were with his apartment; you were sure that it was written all over your face.
You headed to the bathroom, which for just a guest bathroom seemed way too big, and it simply became another thing that you upsettingly liked about the place.
After using the bathroom, you looked in the mirror and were quickly reminded that you hadn’t cared to change out of your pajamas before leaving your apartment, so you still had on a pair of black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt from high school that had faded letters and random bleach spots. The only thing you added to your outfit was a zip up hoodie because it was actually a little chilly outside, and you now zipped it up because you felt embarrassed about your shirt, even though Steve had definitely already seen it.
You finished washing your hands and then left the bathroom. You saw Steve leaning against the kitchen island, already looking at the script you’d given him.
“Thank you for letting me use your bathroom,” You said as you started heading toward the door. “See you Monday.”
He only nodded at you and didn’t say anything else before you opened the door and left.
When you were in your car, your phone pinged with a text from him.
Steve: Let’s try not to have anymore fuck ups next week, okay?
You rolled your eyes at his message.
You: Sorry but I’m already planning to fuck up your coffee order on Monday so yeah…
Steve: Really great joke.
It was almost too easy to read the text in his usual sarcastic tone.
You: Not a joke.
You were close to leaving the conversation there; putting your phone down and ignoring whatever else he’d say to you as you drove home to finally have the night that you wanted to have. However, there was something about him now seeing you as bad at your job because of this one mistake you made that didn’t sit well with you.
You pressed the call button on his contact name before you could think better of it.
He answered on the third ring. “What?”
“I always do my job well, by the way,” You told him. “Today was a shitty day and it was actually a bit hard to juggle your shit with the other shit being thrown at me, so the script rewrites completely slipped my mind, and I’m sorry about that. But, it won’t happen again.”
You expected him to immediately hang up on you like he did with all of your other calls because none of them ever had an actual ending, but he didn’t hang up. Instead, he simply said, “Okay,” and then ended the call. You had a feeling that that was probably the closest you’d ever get to getting any sort of a “goodbye” while on the phone with him.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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Hi i don't know if you are taking requests for bayverse but if you do can i get bayverse Ironhide x female reader, fluff and smut. Good luck of you do❤️
Minx
Warning: Smut, Oral fem receiving.
Word count: 2k
(Bayverse) Ironhide x Fem Human reader
Before I start, I'm not very good with writing Bayverse bots, so I hope this came out alright.
Also, I hope I did the reader well, I dont really write fem reader.
Request and ask open, read pinned post
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She's using his revision mirror again to touch up her lipstick. It wouldn't bother Ironhide as much if it wasn't for the fact she was flaunting herself at him while they were driving.
Ironhide let out an exasperated vent. On the surface he tried to remain stoic, but inside circuits were frayed from the incessant primping and preening whenever she had the chance to ride in his cab.
"Must you always fuss so much?" he grumbled, unable to keep the irritation from his voice. "I am driving, in case you've forgotten. And I suspect your antics are meant more for distracting me than seeing to your own looks."
She had been batting her lashes and smiling his way ever since they departed their last stop, and his patience for such frivolities was running low. so for now he strove to ignore the human's attempts at getting a rise out of him, less he ran them off the road.
His engine rumbled in a weary sigh. "Focus on the task at hand, little one. We'll be back at base soon enough."
She shoots him a smile in his mirror again. "And here I thought you enjoyed my company, getting sick of me already Hide?" She teases him.
Ironhide's engine responded with a grumble that was half irritation, half amusement. As trying as his Minx could be at times, he had to admit her bold spirit was refreshing and she did keep him on his toes.
"In small doses only, little witch," he retorted, though without any real bite to his words. "Your antics might be tolerable in brief stretches, keep your optics on the road, less we get ambushed by Decepticons"
Still, there was a certain grudging fondness in the way his voice. For all her mischief, the human's fearless nature was what had drawn him to her, she wasn't military but a chance encounter had him on the run with her from Decepticon fire.
In her own tiny way, she helped ease some of the weariness that had built up over countless vorns of endless conflict. Her voice he could listen to for aeons.
Part of Ironhide didn't truly mind the company...so long as she minded her manners while in his cab, and kept her hands to herself while they drove.
"Fine guess I'll have to show off for someone else back on base" she states. He knows she's trying to get under his plating, and she knows how to get him.
His engine rumbled warningly at that comment. While he knew she was just prodding him to get a reaction, the suggestion of flirting with another stirred a possessiveness in his circuits.
"Watch it, fleshie," he growled, though without any real heat to the words.
"Keep carrying on so and I may be inclined to park your backside right here until we're done," he blustered. But his warming cab and rumbling engine betrayed that any real ire was short-lived where she was concerned. Still, it wouldn't do to let her think she'd won so easily.
Soft laughter falls from her lips, " jealous bot" she shoots back at him as the two finally arrive back at base.
She gets chatty with security At the entrance to N.E.S.T
Ironhide's engine uttered another warning grumble as she chatted away with the other humans, seemingly having forgotten her promise to mind her manners. His patience was wearing thin after the long drive, and he'd had just about enough of her frivolous games.
Pulling up as close to the hangar doors as his alt mode would allow, he popped open the driver side door with a pointed snap. "Out. Now," he rumbled, unwilling to play chauffeur any longer while she was in her mood to cause chaos.
When she turned back with that coquettish smirk, Ironhide growled deep in his intakes. "Don't test me, fleshie. You've had your fun, now get inside like I said. Unless you'd rather I carry you in?"
He knew full well manhandling the human would be crossing a line. But she had a way of pushing all his buttons without fail.
She slowly moves to get out of his front seat. Her hands linger on the dashboard for a moment before she steps out onto the concrete. She's quick to walk inside after giving his tailgate a slap, a small laugh leaves her as she runs.
With a grumble and hiss of hydraulics, Ironhide transformed once she had cleared his cab, looming over the hangar entrance. Ironhide let out an annoyed huff of exhaust as the girl once more tested his patience, That sharp little slap to his tailgate was the final straw.
Revving his engine menacingly, Ironhide rumbled forward until his massive bulk filled the hangar entrance, blocking any hope of escape back out the entrance. "Minx," he accused, optics narrowing at the smiling human within. "Do you enjoy pushing me this far every time?"
Despite his gruff tone, there was no true anger. After all this time, she knew full well how to get under his plating without ever crossing a line. And loathe as he was to admit, some small part of Ironhide even admired her spirit.
Still, there were consequences to be had for such teasing. Leaning in until he is eye level with her "Consider this your official timeout, fleshling. Until I deem you've learned your lesson, you'll remain right where I put you."
With that, he sealed the hangar shut with a steely grinding of gears. "Iron!" She squeals out only to gasp more as Ironhide grabs her before continuing further into his hanger, his human in hand. Her legs dangle between his digits as she holds onto him. "Oh my God you're an ass! Give me a warning next time" She shoots back at him
Ironhide huffed a gruff chuckle at the human's outburst. "And miss that precious little squeal? Not a chance, fleshie."
"You know full well your games grate on my circuits, princess," he rumbled lightly. "A little fear is good for the spark. Keeps you on your toes and out of trouble." Not that he would ever hurt her.
Once she was steady on her pedes again standing on their shared berth, more so crudely made slab with piles of her blankets and pillows on it "Consider that payback for your mischief, little pest. Next time, mind your hands and that smart mouth, lest I find a use for them." His field pulsed warm with amusement.
Soft little noises leave her as Ironhide's digits wrap around her pressing gently into her side, back and against her chest.
Ironhide vented softly as his powerful digits carefully cradled the human's tiny frame. For all their teasing and bickering, in quiet moments like this he was reminded of just how fragile organics were.
His field pulsed warm and gentle, laced with protectiveness as he gradually increased the pressure, testing her limits but taking care not to crush even an ounce of strength. "Comfortable, little one?" he rumbled softly.
When she offered no protest, Ironhide began slowly massaging her back struts, mimicking the way she sometimes soothed his aching finger joints. Though his plating was rough-hewn metal and her skin oh so delicate.
A rumble rose from his frame, vibrating through her in a sensation she called a "purr." His optics were lidded in contentment, focusing only on her within his grasp.
She slowly leans back into his touch. And as his digits travel further down she arches into his touch a small whine falls from her lips. She slowly grinds against Ironhide teasing digit. trying to make him get the picture of what she wanted and why she had been teasing him all day.
Ironhide's engine revved sharply in surprise at the reaction his gentle touch elicited. His optics shuttered briefly. "Minx," he scolded gently. "All this torment was for my attention, then?"
Lowering his face close, he nuzzled her tiny form with care before capturing her lips in a chaste kiss, its slow and soft, flesh against metal. Another whine leaves her lips as she looks up at him. "You've been too busy recently, I missed you" she states as he lays her down against the piles of blankets. Slowly hiking her dress up only to be met with nothing underneath. Ironhide stilled, intake caught in surprise at her display. His optics roved hungrily over the tempting view before him, unable to deny the allure of her plan so cunningly executed.
A low rumble rose from his chassis. "Devious creature," he purred, engine revving at the wanton invitation in her gaze. How could he refuse when she had so clearly orchestrated this?
His name softly falls from her lips. Her eyes flicker to where he kneels in front of the berth. Leaning down, he nuzzled her frame with utmost care "All this just for me?" His field pulsed hot and heady as he traced the seam of her folds with a single digit.
Rising temptation warred with duty and honour. But her needful whine as she canted her hips persuaded him. Slowly Ironhide runs his glossa across sweet skin. She whines loudly when he leans down and runs his glossa between her folds sucking softly on her clit before he delivers back into teasing. Her hands grip his helm quickly. "Ironhide please" she calls out.
His glossa is enveloped in tight velvet warmth. His intake caught on a groan at sensations. He could never get enough of how sweet she tasted, she is sweeter than pre war energon candies. Ironhide rumbled deeply at her pleas, the sound vibrating through her very core as he worshipped her flesh. Making her gasp and cry out brought him no small amount of satisfaction to reduce his teasing femme to putty in his grasp with nothing but tongue.
"Easy, little one," he crooned against her wetness. With maddening slowness he circled her clit, cataloguing every hitch of her breath, every whimper and sigh. Ever so carefully Ironhide delved his glossa inside.
Ironhide rumbled deep in approval as she rode his glossa without restraint, soft hips bucking against his mouth. making her pleasure his sole focus in that moment. Her cries and moans only spurred him on, lapping eagerly at her slick flesh.
One hand braced against her hip to hold her steady, But Ironhide was far from passive, pressing his glossa as deep as he was able between each thrust. The vibrations of his rumbling engine only enhanced every sensation.
When her hips began to canter erratically, Ironhide redoubled his efforts. Cried out moans leave her lips as her orgasm hits, hips bucking in irregular patterns as she sobs out Ironhide's name. With one final curl of his glossa, he felt her walls flutter madly around him. Greedily Ironhide lapped up every drop of her release, savouring this sweet taste.
Yet still he craved more of her intoxicating and addictive taste, seeking to prolong her bliss for as long as was within his power.
Carefully he manoeuvred her limp frame until she straddled his glossa once more, keening softly as the hypersensitive flesh of her clit met his eager mouth. Slowly Ironhide tongued her folds, memorising every detail as her flavour grew sweeter still in her fluttering aftershocks. "Ironhide!" She moans out loudly.
One of his hands trailed maddeningly along her back, tracings her spine, caressing and stroking anew. Ironhide growled around his mouthful, greedily drinking in every drop he could as shudders wracked her frame.
Retreating only when she sagged fully sated against him, Ironhide cradled her close to his chassis, content merely to hold her. Her breathing calmed as he nuzzled her adoringly, spark swelling with quiet joy.
She lays content against him, soft pants leaving her lips as Ironhide brings her pile of blankets up for her. She slowly snuggles into him through the blankets. Ironhide himself is content to put off mission reports for his little minx.
Ironhide's engine rumbled softly in wordless affection as the human curled contentedly against his chassis, safely wrapped in makeshift padding. Her soft respiration and fluttering pulse cycled down into sated recharge, safe in his guarded embrace.
Adjusting until he was lounging comfortably, Ironhide idly stroked her naked back, tracing glyphs into soft flesh
Until then, Ironhide was content simply to monitor her recharge and bask in the aftermath. The closeness of her tiny frame to his mighty systems never ceased to stir something deep within.
Her presence soothed the savage rages of battle, tempering even his trigger-happy impulses into something nobler. "Minx" he mumbles softly before settling in to recharge himself.
#transformers#transformers bayverse#transformers ironhide#Bayverse#bayverse ironhide#transformers x reader#transformers x human#Ironhide#Ironhide x reader#Ironhide x human#tf ironhide
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Friends with Benefits || Part Six - The Scare
"y/n, i cannot believe you are still coming to work." your friend said to you as you were returning to your office after your lunch break.
"i used up so much of my PTO at christmas, i'm trying to accumulate some more so i can have some extra time for my maternity leave." you laughed as you sat back down at your desk.
"you're better than me. i would've been out of here as soon i could." they laughed. they returned to their desk, and you got back to work.
a few hours passed, and you were making your way through the day like normal. returning emails, making phone calls to clients, putting out fires in the department you oversaw. everything was going as well as you would've expected. until it wasn't.
all of a sudden, you felt the beginning of a contraction.
"oh no, mister man. it is too early for you to be coming." you groaned through gritted teeth. you coaxed yourself through the contraction, and is passed after about a minute. you went on about your day for another few hours, before you felt the pain return. you paced your office, which seemed to help contraction go away. after about the third or fourth occurrence, you figured you needed to call your doctor.
"i'd recommend you come in and be seen. i have an open appointment in twenty that you can take." your doctor said to you over the phone.
"perfect. i will be there." you said to them. you luckily were able to get a ride from a friend, and your doctor's office was only a few blocks from your job. you text colby while you were on your way, and let him know what was going on.
"i'm sure they're just braxton hicks, but my doctor just wants me to come in for some monitoring for a little bit. i'm on my way to the hospital now." your message read.
"i will be there as soon as i can." he replied. you pulled into the hospital parking lot, thanking your friend for the ride. you checked in and were immediately taken to a room. you waited just a few minutes before your doctor came in, explaining that they wanted to monitor your vitals, as well as your baby's.
after about twenty minutes, there was a knock on the door. you called for them to come in, and colby fell through the door.
"y/n! is everything okay?" he sighed, falling to the floor next to your bed.
"yes. everything is okay." you said, brushing his hair back from his forehead. "geez, did you run over here?" you teased, wiping his sweat from your hand.
"practically." he laughed awkwardly. just then, your doctor came back into the room.
"alright you two, or should i say three," they paused to take a seat. "everything is still as great as your last check up. baby boy is just getting a little impatient in there."
"are we at the point of bed rest yet?” you asked.
"not quite. i do recommend taking it easy, so you're not overly stressed. but not complete bed rest." they advised.
"okay. i can do that. work isn't too busy at the moment, so fingers crossed it stays that way." you said, rubbing your belly.
"perfect. let's get you set up to head home." your doctor said to you. you collected all of your things, got your discharge paperwork, and headed home. fortunately, your work day was almost done, so you didn't miss to much of your day.
you were in contact with your boss as soon as you got home to work out a plan for a lighter work load, and potentially starting your maternity leave sooner. they were fortunately very accommodating for your needs, it was lucky that you had such a good relationship with them.
once you got back to work, you were mainly working half days for the last month and a half leading up to your maternity leave. on your last day of work, your coworkers threw you a small baby shower for your last day.
“i cannot believe you all did this for me. this is all too much.” you said through tears, as you continued opening your gifts.
“you deserve it! we love you and we cant wait to meet your little one. we wish you and colby luck, and are sending you all the congratulations in the world.” one of them said to you.
“did i hear my name?” you heard a familiar voice ask. you turned and saw colby walking into the conference room where your festivities were being held.
“what are you doing here!?” you asked gleefully, getting up to walk greet him. you gave him a hug and pressed a quick to his lips.
“oh, you know i never miss a good party.” he teased. “no, f/n text me and told me you were gonna need some help carrying things to the car.” he said.
as the shower was winding down, colby began taking things to the car, meticulously packing everything as to not damage any of the gifts. you thanked your friends again, gathering up the leftover food to take home. you made your way out to the parking garage to meet colby, walking with a few of your friends, the ones that actually planned the event. you thanked them profusely again for the shower, and for all the gifts.
once you got home, you helped colby as much as you could with helping bringing in the gifts. once they were all inside, you began to unpack and clean up, placing them around your home in the places where they would be most used. you had so many blankets, clothes, toys and bottles. your baby was going to be well outfitted for his best life.
you stood in his nursery, which was finally all put together. colby had spent numerous hours in this room, putting together the crib, the dresser, and all the other furniture. he’d arranged it wonderfully, and you couldn’t believe how much this room had changed from your boring guest room. you stood there lost in thought for a while, before they were interrupted by colby’s voice.
“hey, there you are. you okay?” he asked, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.
“yeah,” you said softly. “now that im out of work, it’s really starting to set in. in a few weeks, we’re gonna have a baby.” you said, rubbing your belly.
“i still can’t wrap my mind around it. seeing you grow every day has been so mind blowing, and seeing how big he’s gotten on his ultrasounds. it’s been kinda crazy.” colby laughed, placing his hand on yours on your belly. “but im excited.”
“me too.” you said, smiling up at him. he kissed you softly before leaning down to press a kiss to your belly. you couldn’t believe you were coming up on the end of your pregnancy, but you really were excited. especially knowing that you had colby on your side. you made a great team, and you knew you were gonna raise a wonderful kid.
#colby brock#colby brock imagine#colby brock fanfic#colby brock fanfiction#colby brock imagines#colby brock x reader#fwb
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I love you too
Summary: One where the reader is scared of the three letter word because of the way she's been raised :)
Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader
Warnings: mentions of smut but nothing graphic/ slight angst/ fluffy ending <3
She has been dating Pablo for some time now and they went though hell and back since the world found out about their relationship.
The survived all the gossip, judgment, obsessive fanatics and still maintained a stable and healthy relationship. They have never loved each other more, and for the first time in awhile they were both happy.
Pablo had just came back from Madrid after a game, when they made love to each other for hours next to a fire place showing to each other just how much they missed being together.
"That was amazing Gavinho.." she smiled laying on his strong chest still catching her breath while staring at the raging fire next to them.
"I love you Y/N.." he said and she felt her face getting serious as she comprehended the meaning of his words. She stayed quiet.
Nobody ever told her those three words before...in her house it wasn't common to hear people "loving" each other..it was more like they "respected" one another..so she didn't even know what those words really meant.
"Um.." he said nervously when she wasn't replying and she got up from his chest holding sheets close to her naked chest finding the best possible excuse to go home.
"I should finish that project.." she said obviously lying but he felt so embarrassed for saying like that so suddenly to her so he nodded helping her collect her clothes watching her get dressed.
Why didn't she say it back? Did she not feel the same?
When she got up, he walked her to the door pulling her waist back and leaving another kiss on her swollen lips which she gladly accepted giving him a weak smile.
"We are good..I'll see you tomorrow" she said leaving quickly while Gavi went back to bed staring up at the celling wondering what had just happened..was he pushing you hard so soon?
The next day, Pablo arrived to the training center way early not really getting any decent sleep last night and it really did show as all his teammates commented how dreadful he looked.
"Might consider getting your sleep schedule checked, kid!" Xavi even said and Pablo apologized for slacking off during training getting caught by Pedri who pulled him to the side.
"Is everything okay hermano? Is it Y/N?" he said and Pablo nodded knowing he can trust his best friend with this.
"I said "I love you" to her last night...but she didn't say it back" Pablo explained to Pedri feeling his heart breaking as he remembered wishing he knew why you didn't love him back...he wanted you to love him back so badly.
"You know how her parents are hermano, they are colder than winter..maybe she just got scared you know? But there in no doubt she feels the same as you..just give her some time to realize it" Pedri assured and Pablo nodded hoping that he didn't scare you away forever.
She couldn't sleep either neither could she function the next day at school...she kept thinking about last night and those three words Pablo used.
"I love you Y/N..." kept replaying in her head when her best friend interrupted her thoughts brining her back to reality.
"Alright, what happened?"
"Nothing..I..."
"Wanna try again? Something clearly upset you"
"He said he loves me...last night, after we made love..but I don't know what that means..so I didn't say anything...and I think I lost him forever now"
"Oh, don't be absurd. Pablo wouldn't give up on you so easily! Boy is obsessed with you..it's kinda adorable actually"
"I'm obsessed with him too...I think I might feel the same...what do I do now?"
"Wait for him at his place and tell him! You still have the key, right?"
"Yeah.." and with the last school bell she departed to Pablo's apartment to wait for him to return from his trainings.
Pablo stayed long after the training to hand out with the guys, truthfully because he couldn't get himself to lay in the bed he slept with her so many times before..it made him think about last night and he didn't want that.
"Alright, let's head home chicos!" Ansu said when it was almost midnight and everyone agreed so Pablo didn't have another choice than to go home..to his cold bed..without her next to him.
While Pedri was giving him a ride, he kept checking his phone for a text or a call but nothing came. He knew when her school ended but she didn't reach out to him the whole day...maybe she will never reach out again.
"She will call again...just time hermano" Pedri said like he was reading Pablo's mind making him smile weakly before exiting the car and getting into his apartment building.
He unlocked his door walking inside and tossing the keys to the jar before taking off his jacket little startled when he saw her sleeping on his couch.
His heart started beating fast that he saw her again as he came closer and touched her cheek softly(gif)...she was so beutiful.
"P..Pablo?" she opened her eyes unaware that she fell asleep looking up at him sleepily. He smiled nodding his head and squatting down to grab her bridal style and carry her to bedroom.
When he put her underneath the covers and walked to the closet to get changed, she started fidgeting with her fingers nervously..she wanted to say it back to him..she was ready..but she was scared...what if he changed his mind after last night?
"I love you too!" she just blurred out making him come out of the walk in closet shirtless and in his boxers with raised eyebrows.
"Um..I.." she got up from the bed walking towards him snaking her arms around his shoulders "love..." she went on her tip toes " you.." she pecked his lips "too" and the moment all that left her lips he grabbed her body making her snake her legs around his torso as he kissed her passionately.
He tossed her onto the bed hovering above her with a bright smile on his face while looking down at her glowing eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't say it last night..I didn't know.." she tried to explain herself but he stopped it with another kiss training kisses down her neck.
"I know amor....you haven't heard someone say it before..you got scared but I promise to show you what love feels like..if you'd let me?" Pablo said and you smiled nodding your head with tears falling down your face but he kissed them away capturing your lips again.
I hope you enjoyed! <33
#pablo gavi icons#pablo gavi x you#pablo gavi x reader#pablo gavi x y/n#pablo gavi#gavi#gavigif#pablo martín páez gavira#pablo gavira#fc barça#fc barcelona#fc barca
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How many movies are in the I was a teenaged Mothman series? If it's been ten years then THERE Has To be a lot, right?
How famous would Derek be?
Alright alright, I'll put a little more into the mothman universe, happy?
based off this ficlet
There were a total of 12 parts to the I Was A Teenaged Mothman series and one more on the way. Stiles could recite them all by heart at this point.
The first one came out before Stiles was born and was actually the first date of Noah and Claudia Stilinski. This one didn't have Derek Hale, it had someone less attractive and was actually a major flop. It still counted though, since it was the first one his mother showed him in the dead of night when he should have been sleeping.
When Stiles was 14 - during the era of Hollywood revival - the studio decided to re-vamp the Teenaged Mothman series with the actual teenage actors. Claudia had bought them tickets right in the middle of the theater and made sure their popcorn was in a collector bucket - just like when she had gone to the movies with Noah.
"The only way to watch these movies is with special popcorn and the center row." She said.
Stiles at first had been hesitant, but his mother used her "I want to do something with you" card and so he had no way of saying no.
And god was he happy he didn't.
17 year old Derek Hale playing Steven Dex was sex on wheels and Stiles wanted to drive him over a cliff. He went back at lest three time with Scott, though Scott didn't exactly get what being a teenaged mothman really was about.
The next movie - I Was a Teenaged Mothman Too - came out the year Claudia got sick. They still sat in the middle row of the theater, still had the collector bucket in Stiles' lap. It was just as terrible and just as wonderful, Derek almost out of the teenaged years, but still looking as good as ever.
Teenaged Mothman in London was a summer release the year Stiles started his sophomore year of High School and the year his mother died. He had bought two tickets for them early but knew that she wasn't going to make it. Noah offered to go with him, but Stiles said it wouldn't be the same.
He still got the collector bucket and sat in the middle of the theater. The only way to watch these movies.
Stiles took a date to Teenaged Mothman Returns, but it didn't feel right. She talked through the movie and asked stupid questions like "Why is he called the teenaged mothman if he's 20 years old?" and "I think Derek Hale is over rated, can we make out instead?"
Senior year marked the release of Teenaged Mothman: A Moth to the Flames. It had been slated to be the last movie of the series, Derek Hale even saying in an interview that he loved the Mothman series, but he was ready to try and do something a little more serious.
Stiles felt a little depressed. He knew the movies were just pulp, but they were the last bit of his mother he felt he had. There was something sad about the idea that he would never again have a Mothman collector bucket to add to the stack.
As if the studio heads leaned down and said "this kid in particular needs more" Mothman and Wolfgirl came out the first semester of his undergrad. He could tell they were trying to introduce a new character to replace Derek, but Wolfgirl (played by the GORGEOUS Erica Reyes) didn't hit the right spot for Stiles. Derek Hale shirtless with wings was the fit.
The next three movies were focus on Wolfgirl (Wolfgirl and Mothman take on Manhattan, Sleepless with a Wolfgirl, Mothman and Wolfgirl Return) but Derek was still slated in them so Stiles went to every single one with his bucket in hand.
His senior year of his undergrad, Mothman Saves the World came out. It was much more superhero than the original ones, but Stiles still loved it. Derek's new costume department really said let's put him in TIGHT clothing.
At the end of the movie, as Stiles watched Mothman throw himself into the fires of Hell to save everyone, he cried. It was the true end of Mothman, there was no way he was going to be able to come back from this. Stiles felt hollow, empty.
He even went online to read through fanfictions where Mothman was saved by the plucky human best friend Erik or Wolfgirl. (Stiles was a firm Sterik [Steven/Erik] shipper, but he could respect WolfMoth writers)
For a few years, nothing came out and all the Wolfgirl movies had been put in production hell. And then, one night, Google told Stiles the next movie was going to come. He was a little sad that Derek wasn't on the big names, but it was still a MothSeries. He bought the popcorn, bought the seats and sat.
Wolfgirl and the Ring of Destiny was campy and silly, but he could tell how hard everyone worked on trying to tiptoe around the fact that Steven Dex was dead. And then the most beautiful fanfiction thing happened. Erik resurrected Steven using the Ring and sacrificing his own eyesight.
Derek Hale returned on screen, wings spread and eyes glowing the bright Red of a full born Moth. Stiles screamed in the theater, celebrating and jumping up and down like no 22 year old should be during a cheesy movie. And for the first time in the HISTORY of Mothman history, Erik and Steven shared a passionate kiss.
Stiles might have gone home and found the filthiest Sterik fics he could.
Now, with the newest movie, Mothman in Love they were going to explore him returning and what that means for him and Erik and Stiles couldn't be more excited.
Well, maybe more excited that Derek Hale was sitting next to him in the theater.
I Was A Teenaged Mothman
TLDR:
Films in order:
I Was A Teenaged Mothman (reboot)
I Was a Teenaged Mothman Too
Teenaged Mothman in London
Teenaged Mothman Returns
Teenaged Mothman: A Moth to the Flames
Mothman and Wolfgirl
Wolfgirl and Mothman take on Manhattan
Sleepless with a Wolfgirl
Mothman and Wolfgirl Return
Mothman Saves the World
Wolfgirl and the Ring of Destiny
Mothman in Love
#i was a teenaged mothman#welcome to the hale mouth#ren writes#sterek#anon questions#inbox fanfiction
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Malfoy’s Damnable Hands
for @sumbul.
Hermione hates Draco Malfoy’s hands.
She has every right to hate them. She’s even made a list of reasons (for posterity, of course) to hand off as proof of her accusations.
Below is the unabridged version:
Eighth year: they were potions’ partners. Heated cheeks and erratic heartbeats accompany stifling heat, and because Hermione has pearl dust all over her fingers, Malfoy picks up her curls and awkwardly moves them to one side so she doesn’t burn it off over the heat of their cauldron.
Every nerve ending tickles as he draws closer, set to burst when the touch of his long fingers graze the back of her neck.
“You’re going to set your hair on fire, Granger,” he admonishes.
She burns in more than one way. “At least you will be in the direct vicinity,” she says primly.
She hears his smile when he speaks. “I’m looking forward to it.”
—
One year later: he’d gone off to France with his mother almost immediately after finishing at Hogwarts, and she’d found out through the Daily Prophet.
If she was upset that he hadn’t told her, she didn’t show it. And when he showed up at the Leaky Cauldron one Friday whilst she was there with Luna and Ginny, she pretended her heart didn’t skip a mutinous beat.
Thump, thump, thump.
“Hey, Granger,” he says to her, when they meet in the hallway to the loo.
Tu-tum, tu-tump.
“Hey yourself.” She hopes her blush isn’t as visible as it feels. When she looks up at him, his gaze is avid, trained on her as if memorising every minuscule detail.
Her tag is hanging out from the back of her blouse, and he reaches forwards with tapered fingers to tuck it back in.
She shivers under his touch, which hovers at her heated neck for a moment more than necessary. A suggestion of a touch. Her spine welcomes the tingle that tracks its way down her spine.
His smile is melting ice, and she fights not to step closer to him.
“I should've written—”
“Who said I was waiting?” she interrupts, crossing her arms and pretending she doesn’t care (she did she does she hopes it’s not obvious).
“Forgive me,” he says.
Hermione pretends to consider, making a show of huffing as she leans against one wall. He looks—happier, lighter than she’s ever seen him before. “Oh, alright,” she concedes, giving him a small smile.
“No,” he says, shaking his head, and she realises the weight in his gaze is an apology meant to encompass years.
“Fancy a drink?” she asks, breathless. Her first mark of forgiveness. At his dubious look, she adds, “Ginny is pissed after trying some new lemony concoction at the front, and Luna smiled at you when you came in.” Hermione is tipsy enough herself, and so has the courage to step into his space and touch his arm. “Chances are you’ll at least survive one round.”
She relishes the way his throat bobs nervously. “Lead on, then.”
The next day, she finds out that Malfoy is to join her department at the Ministry. They are going to share a cubicle. She ignores the way he twirls a quill between his fingers, glaring at him when he gives her an appraising look.
She is perfunctory with him. She shows him the ropes, and he nods dutifully. When he shakes her hand in thanks, she clears her throat and returns it briskly.
A few months later (evidence shows that she held out as best she could), she has him backed into the shelf of some random supply closet. His damnable hands burn fire across her hips and waist whilst she ravages his mouth.
“I wondered how long it would take, Granger.”
She kisses him harder. “Shut up.”
She is overwhelmed, liable to combust, really, at the way his hands press into the small of her back. He smooths his thumb over her cheekbone when they’re catching their breath, and she’s startled by the almost adoring look that paints his gaze. Before she can have more time to think about it, he’s lifting her up on a table strewn with linens.
“This is as good of a height as any,” he says, his tone mischievous.
Her brows furrow. “For what?”
His damnable grin (it’s a bit crooked and it will take her five more years to admit it’s her favourite part of his face) spreads wide, and then he taps the inside of her knee with his thumb.
For permission.
She opens her trembling thighs to him. His hands mark their way up her skin with reverence.
More.
Please.
Malfoy.
Say my name. His voice is an ache-filled whisper.
Draco.
—
Now:
“So you’ve made a list of reasons about how my hands are evil and you’ve called it damnable hands.” Draco looks up at Hermione over her notes (the abridged version) with a pointed look, his brow raised.
“Yes,” Hermione says most seriously. “All of which is to tell you that you’ve gone too far.”
He walks over to her desk and plants his hands on either side of her desk. It’s still too close, as far as she’s aware. He’s wearing a fine-tailored suit in charcoal grey that accentuates his eyes, of which she is hard-pressed to meet fully.
“And pray tell, what have I gone too far about this time?”
Hermione huffs and stands from her chair, ignoring the flush in her cheeks that warms her skin. She moves to his side and gestures to the thin silver chain adorned by a sapphire that rests on her breastbone. “This necklace.”
He frowns. It’s not adorable. “Did you not like it?”
“I did, but—”
“I could exchange it for something better if you’d like—”
“No!” She blushes, then glares at his smirk. “It’s the way you put it on.”
“How did I—” He grins at her, seeming to realise what she means. Damnable man. Seven years they’ve been working together, and he’s seemed to memorise all her tells. “Are you so licentious, Granger, that even an innocent gesture such as putting a necklace on you is obscene?”
She scoffs. Thankfully, she’s had the same amount of time to memorise all there is to him. “Nothing is quite so innocent where you’re involved.”
“So if I…” He reaches for her, tracing his fingers over the thin skin of her neck, then palming her throat. She inhales a breath, but it does no good. “I can feel your pulse.”
“Well, you could potentially choke me like this. Of course my heart rate will rise.”
“Or it’s a kink of yours?”
“Thank you, but no thank you.”
Her heart flutters when he swipes his thumb over the curve of her jaw.
“I shall endeavour to only touch you gently then.”
She lets out a heavy sigh, as if incredibly inconvenienced. He smiles at her. “You better.”
Hands move to cup her face, his mouth (she makes a note to make a list of how she hates that part of him as well) presses against hers.
“I’ve an idea that involves both of our hands. Should you be amenable,” he whispers against her mouth.
She tugs at his hair and pulls him closer. Her hands feel as flimsy as paper. “And what’s that?”
He smiles. “I’ll tell you tonight.”
“Malfoy—”
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Hermione hates Draco Malfoy’s hands.
Exception: they’re at a dinner party, and his hand travels to hers under the table. She feels the press of his wedding ring against her palm, and smiles.
also on ao3.
#dramione#Dramione fanfic#dhr#dhr fanfiction#Hermione Granger#Draco Malfoy#draco x hermione#hermione x draco#my writing
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[Kinktober 2022: Forced Fem (18+)]
SukuIta | Jujutsu Kaisen
No Curse AU
10-10-2022
Day 10: T̷i̷c̷k̷l̷i̷n̷g | [Forced Fem] | P̷r̷e̷g̷n̷a̷n̷c̷y
Yuji’s apartment building caught fire and due to water damage, he can't stay there until reparation is done. He doesn’t know what he’ll do, until Sukuna suggests living with him, under one condition…
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Yuji was seriously unsure of what he had gotten himself into when accepting this deal with Sukuna.
It all started when a fire happened in his building and, while his own apartment wasn’t affected by the flames, the whole building now had water damage.
His landlord assured him he would still be able to have the room he had after the reparation and renovation were done, but until then…
This had left Yuji with nowhere to really go. He would have asked his two best friends, but he knew it wouldn’t really work.
Nobara was currently living with her girlfriend. It wouldn’t have been a problem living with the couple, the thing was, Maki already had roommates and the place seemed filled with all of them. He didn’t want to add to it anymore.
Megumi would also have been a good option. The young man lived alone after all, but he also live in the next city. Had it been a school break it wouldn’t have been too bad, but he couldn’t afford (he truthfully didn’t want to do) the commute between the city his friend lived into his college or job. Some days he was already finishing late enough, he wasn’t sure there would be trains and buses for him anyway.
He didn’t really dare mention it to his brothers either.
Next thing he’d know, they would be sending enough money for him to live somewhere bigger than he could already afford. He didn’t want to bother them anymore seeing they were already helping pay for college.
This is when Sukuna sweeps in.
He’s an old acquaintance of his, an annoying one at that, but still someone he knows none the least. And somewhat regular client to the café he works at. “So you’re it was your building who caught fire,” Sukuna says when Yuji finishes telling him what was wrong.
“Where did you stay for the two last nights?”.
“I’m doing a group project with someone in one of my classes” Yuji started, “We went to work at their place and they accepted to let me crash on their couch, but I don’t want to bother them anymore”.
“Why don’t you stay at my place until you can move back into yours?” Sukuna suggested as he drank his coffee “No need to help pay for anything, I make enough for that, just need help with chores”.
Yuji then squinted at him, looking suspicious. “What’s the trap” he then asked, knowing this was a little bit /too generous/ coming from Sukuna. It only made him feel a bit more worried about it when Sukuna only grinned, “I do have one condition, but I’m sure you can roll with it, not have much of a choice”.
He seemed to wait a moment for the young man to argue, but when nothing came he smile a little more, leaning forward on the table.
“You’ll have to wear feminine clothing at home~” he stated, grinning even more when Yuji frowned.
But he also forced himself not to refuse immediately. Because did he really have a choice? He didn’t have anywhere else to go without it sounding like inconveniencing people from his department. Plus, it was just clothing, he could roll with it if it was just at home. He doubted Sukuna would force him to walk around in lingerie or something (though he wouldn’t fully bet all his money on that).
“Alright,” Yuji sighed after a while, feeling himself relax a little bit now that he knew he had somewhere to go. Sukuna sure looked pleased with him accepting his offer.
“So, where are your shit right now?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, taking his cup of coffee again to finish it.
“Most of my things stayed at my place in boxes,” Yuji said, “I took valuables and clothing with me, they’re in the back store right now”. Thankfully, his manager had been nice enough to let him leave some of his things here, as long as it wasn’t for too long.
“Your break's nearly over, bring them to me, I’ll get them to my place and you can bring the rest,” Sukuna said, already standing up and ready to follow him.
And this is how Yuji ended up living with Sukuna… while wearing dresses and skirts.
If he had to be honest, at first it wasn’t too bad. He’d just wear whatever Sukuna had for him (he also decided not to ask questions about why these clothes fitted him so well). And he’d had to admit himself, wearing skirts wasn’t so bad too either.
But then as time went on, the more Sukuna seemed to like messing with him. He’d hide the longer skirts and shirt, leaving him in clothing that was way more revealing than he’d like. And every time he’d ask about it they would conveniently be out for cleaning.
But that was okay… he could deal with this kind of teasing.
“Nah you can’t come over tonight” he heard Sukuna say one night as he was preparing them dinner. “Yes, I already have a pretty girl over tonight” Sukuna then replied to the person on the phone, laughing at their reaction, before the call seemed to be ended.
Yuji had turned to him with a raised brow, he didn’t know someone else was coming over. If it was another fuck buddy of Sukuna, he’d just go out and find something to do.
Maybe there were interesting movies at the cinema.
“You should tell me when you bring a girl over,” Yuji says as he turns back to what he was cooking, “I don’t want to hear you having sex again” he then adds.
He still somehow couldn’t get out of his mind all the things Sukuna was telling the other person. Now that he thought about it, it was a bit strange that he had been able to hear him so clearly from the living room.
“No one is coming over” he heard Sukuna laugh, which made him roll his eyes. So he was just lying to not have the person over. “I already have a pretty girl with me” he then heard whispered near his ear, making him jump and shiver at the same time.
Large hands came to hold his waist, feeling hot over his exposed skin since he was wearing a crop top.
Yuji felt a weird type of warmth build up in his guts, making him blush at the words. “I’m not your pretty girl” he snapped back, trying to keep himself from shivering when he heard Sukuna chuckle near his ear, his breath hitting his neck.
“Well, seeing how you dress” he commented, “but it’s true, you’re not my pretty girl” he added. “You are more like my little wife, taking care of the house, dressing up all prettily for me and making me diner” he continued, fingers gently caressing the skin of his hips.
Yuji couldn’t take it anymore, every word he was saying hitting something weird in him and he was scared of that. He ended up pushing Sukuna back a little, still feeling the ghost of his touch even when his hands were not there anymore.
“I’m not your wife either!” he barked back, knowing it probably didn’t sound like much with how flustered he was. Sukuna backed off laughing, clearly amused by his reaction and very satisfied.
And of course, it continued. Suddenly he was now “Sukuna’s little wife” and the man seem to take lots of pleasure in using every feminine term possible with him.
And every time, it would trigger something inside of Yuji.
He was also a lot more touchy than before, always finding ways to put his hands on him in an “innocent” kind of way. Especially when he’d be wearing something that showed his midriff or some of his thighs.
Yuji seriously couldn’t understand what Sukuna liked in seeing a guy crossdressing. He wasn’t even small, soft and cute.
Then one morning, after he finished his shower, he was met with all his underwear being changed for panties.
And this stupid Sukuna wasn’t in the apartment anymore! He tried looking all over the place to find them back, not believing that he would have gone out with them. But he was running late and forced himself to wear panties all day.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it, wondering if people would notice it even though he was wearing jogging and an oversized hoodie. It brought back this weird feeling he’d feel sometime, not believing Sukuna was basically forcing him to wear cute lacy panties around his college campus.
“How was your day” Sukuna dared to ask with a shit-eating grin.
“Normal” Yuji grumbled, ready to go change, hoping his usual underwear would be back in its correct place.
But before he could reach Sukuna’s room, he was trapped against the wall, Sukuna leaning over him. “Did you like my surprise this morning?~” he asked, which only angered Yuji more.
“No, I did not, you asshole!! Where did you put my boxers?!” Yuji asked, before yelping when he felt a hand suddenly grab the hem of his hoodie to lift it up. “Wa-What are you doing?!” he then panicked, trying to stop the hand that was trying to push down his joggings.
“Nothing, just trying if you put my gift to nice use~” Sukuna replied, humming satisfied when he managed to push the pants down enough to show the lacy panties. “They look really pretty on you, Yu-chan~” he whispered near Yuji’s ear, enjoying the way it made the young man blush again.
“I don’t think they do” Yuji replied, a little voice in his head screaming to him that he was lying. He did have a stray thought this morning that they looked good. But he refused to admit it.
“I think they do” Sukuna chuckled, “I think I’ll just confiscate your underwear for now, and let you wear something that suits you better~”.
Yuji wanted to be horrified at the idea, weakly protesting the idea.
But he knew that there would be nothing to do against Sukuna’s will to make his life hell.
So he kept wearing the panties, always feeling a bit embarrassed by them even if he got used to them. Actually, the more time passed, the more used he got to wear them.
And surprisingly, the more he’d sometimes think that maybe, just maybe, he did look good in some of the clothing chosen for him.
The more time passed doing this whole routine, the more it felt like Sukuna’s words were changing him.
The more he’d sometimes even feel a bit excited at the idea of coming home, changing into his dress and skirt and having the man compliment him all night. Although he did his best to push down the reaction it caused in him every time, not wanting for Sukuna to know.
after all, for him, it was probably all just a joke to mock Yuji. He didn’t need to humiliate himself even more by showing him he actually got some pleasure out of it and had ended up liking it.
Then one evening, as Sukuna was still not back from work, Yuji sneaked into his room. He had decided to put on some of the more sexy underwear Sukuna had picked for him, having never really dared try it on.
Something in him felt both weird a happy that he found them fitted him well.
Then he decided to put on one of the shorter skirts he never wore. Simply bending over was enough to flash everyone, he really didn’t know what sukuna had thought buying this knowing he’d never wear it.
At least, not until now.
He found one of the long-sleeved shirts that left his shoulder uncovered and stuck to his body perfectly. Even this shirt would leave some of his midriff exposed, something that Sukuna seemed to particularly like.
He could nearly feel the memory of the caress he’d tease him with.
It made him shiver a little bit, shaking his head in an attempt to push away those memories. He then found some thigh-high black socks, putting them on. Then he went back to the mirror, looking himself over.
He couldn’t help himself but think he did look kind of sexy in those clothes, moving around a little bit. He could nearly hear what Sukuna would comment if he was here with him, “Look at you, all pretty and sexy just for me~ Should I reward my pretty girl for doing all this work for me?”.
The imaginary commentary made him bite his lips, squeezing his leg a little bit as he dick seemed to also enjoy the scenario in his mind.
He couldn’t help looking away, trying to calm down this weird excitement.
This made him see the hoodie left on Sukuna’s bed, making him pause for a moment. The man wouldn’t know if he put it on, would he? He’d just need to put it back on the bed.
So he grabbed it, put it on and went back to the mirror. Sukuna was a bit taller and bigger than him, so it looked pretty oversized on him. The bottom hem of it went to the middle of his thigh, covering the skirt fully.
‘I look like a girlfriend who stole her boyfriend’s hoodie’ he then thought, only to get flustered that he had just compared himself to a girl again.
But he really liked how it looked on him, with the socks too.
It made him feel warm and he was pretty sure it hadn’t been cleaned yet so it still smelled like Sukuna. This only made him feel even more excited than before. He was pretty sure he was getting hard from all this.
But it was okay, he was alone and could take care of this before Sukuna would be back.
So he closed his eyes, bringing some of the hoodies closer to his face, breathing in the scent. As he thought, it still smelled of Sukuna. He wasn’t a big fan of the smell of cigarettes, but the cologne he seemed to use overpowered it enough that it wasn’t so bad. He remembered having smelled it when Sukuna would stay close to him.
It felt like having the man all around him, making him feel good.
As much as he always seemed annoyed with Sukuna, having him close felt safe in a way. Now it felt like he was all around him.
When he opened his eyes again, letting go of the hoodie a little too, he froze when he saw his reflection, growing suddenly very red in the face.
Sukuna was standing right behind him.
He was ready to bolt away, but strong arms snaked around him, pulling him back against Sukuna instead. “What a naughty girl you are” he whispered into his ear, looking at him through the mirror, “Sneaking into my room to steal my hoodie” he chuckled.
Then one of his hands slowly made its way down, caressing his exposed thigh, then going back up again. This made Yuji shake a little bit, trying to grab his wrist to stop him. “I-it’s not like that” he tried to argue.
“But you sure seemed to be enjoying yourself when burying your face in my hoodie” he pointed out, hand finally lifting up the hoodie to show what he was wearing under it. “You were even playing dress up without me” he added.
The hand still around his middle kept the hem higher, the hand dipping down again, running over the pretty skirt. He did stop when he seemingly felt something interesting through it.
Yuji tried to keep in the moan that wanted to escape his lips when Sukuna started teasing the growing bulge through the fabric of the skirt. He was too embarrassed to look at himself through the mirror, feeling his legs weak under him.
“You were even having fun all by yourself” Sukuna pouted playfully, “You should have waited for me, I’ll gladly make you feel good” he grinned. Then Yuji yelped when he was suddenly swooped off his feet, instinctively wrapping his arms around Sukuna as he was being carried.
He was thrown onto the bed, Sukuna soon climbing over him, not leaving time nor space to run away. “My pretty girl should be punished when she’s being naughty, don’t you think?” he grinned, hand now sneaking under the skirt.
He didn’t wait for anything to start rubbing his erection through the panties, clearly enjoying the way Yuji was trying to keep in his moan and whimper. Yet he couldn’t stop the way his hips were pushing up against his hand, trying to get more friction.
“You look so pretty like this” Sukuna said quietly near his ear, kissing his neck, “getting all needy after only a couple of touches” he chuckled. Yuji could feel him sucking and biting at his skin, knowing it would leave marks later.
He should probably stop him, but something in him felt really excited at the idea of being marked by Sukuna.
“You want to be a good girl for me, right?” Sukuna then asked, hand stopping its movement, instead forcing his hips down so he couldn’t move.
Yuji couldn’t help the quiet whine that escaped him at the touch of his dick going away.
“Y-yes” Yuji replied quietly, not meeting his eyes.
“Yes, what?” Sukuna asked, a smirk on his lips.
“Yes… I-I want to be yo-your good girl” Yuji managed to reply after a moment of biting his lips, feeling his face heating up again at saying it out loud. He may have thought it earlier in his fantasy, but he never said it aloud.
“Of course, you would” Sukuna hums, “Then you’ll do something for me” he grinned.
Yuji was both excited and curious about what he wanted him to do. Yet he didn’t tell him yet, instead getting rid of the hoodie and shirt he was wearing, making him shiver a little at the air hitting his exposed skin. He had started to boil in that hoodie.
He had then manhandled by Sukuna who sat on the edge of the bed, Yuji now straddling one of his thighs. “You want to be a good girl for me right?” he repeated, hands on his waist forcing him to sit down on his leg, “Then I want you to cum for me~” he stated.
Yuji nodded at his words, feeling like this was pretty much all he wanted right now anyway. he had made a move to use his hand, only for them to be firmly grabbed by Sukuna.
“No hands~” he said, “But if you need your hands to be busy, you can lift the em of your skirt so we can see everything well” he smiled.
Yuji bite his lips at this, hesitating a little bit. This was already going farther than he thought he’d ever go, but the idea of just watching himself grind on Sukuna’s thigh was a bit much. Yet he also really wanted to get off. ‘And be called a good girl again’ something in him whispered.
So with slightly shaky hands, he lifted his skirt up, exposing his leaking cock to Sukuna, somehow still trapped inside the panties. It made him blush, feeling like he must be looking so slutty with such sexy underwear on too.
“You look really pretty like this” Sukuna commented, hands on his waist slowly going up, caressing his skin. This did encourage Yuji to start moving a little bit.
At first, he was humping against him more shyly and slowly, but soon it showed to not be enough. So he tried going harder and faster, whimpering and moaning at the pleasure he was able to get out of this.
He did feel a bit surprised when Sukuna started playing with his nipples. It wasn’t quite pleasurable, but it sure didn’t feel bad either.
After a while, Yuji’s movements were more disorganised, feeling desperate for release. And he could finally feel it coming, making him even more frantic in his movement, humping harder into his leg.
When he came he did so pretty hard, feeling his legs spasm as his hips still moved a little bit. He still managed to keep the skirt lifted up, although he ended up leaning forwards, hiding against Sukuna as he gasped for air.
As he was slowly coming back to earth he realised Sukuna had wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close to his chest. He could feel the kisses being placed on his face and neck, things along the line of “You were such a good girl” being whispered to him.
Yuji felt like he couldn’t come back from whatever had just happened right now. He just knew it would never be the same again, especially with Sukuna. And somehow, he thought it wasn’t so bad, actually. He didn’t mind being Sukuna’s little wife.
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(Forced Fem turned not so forced fem. Sukuna gained himself a little wife And he shall take good care of this little wife)
Original - AO3
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At long last, it's time. The siege has begun.
I'm going to bring this place crashing into the ocean. While on fire.
I hope you got everything out of your miserable unlife that you wanted, Aephorul. Because I remember exactly how I felt that day, and the blood hasn't left my eyes since.
Alright, team. This is it. You know what this is and you know what we're here to do. By the end of today, I want to be holding Aephorul's heart or the nearest desiccated organ left in his rotting skeleton of a body in my bare hand.
Erlina will be waiting for us in there. We're going straight through her and not even looking back.
Let's paint the sky red.
I shouldn't be surprised that Aephorul's idea of a locking mechanism is disgusting. I am, however, impressed with his commitment to the bit. Dude loves his fleshy shit.
Um. Hi? I don't think we've met. Yes, we are here to either liberate or butcher you. Please specify which of the two you would like to order.
One order of butchering coming right up.
*sigh*
You know, I'm starting to develop a love/hate relationship with alchemy. I love it when it's on our side and hate it when it's on theirs.
We don't have time for this.
Goodbye, some dude I've never heard of whose name is probably a Monkey Island reference.
...well. Fuck.
Sure would be nice if there was an alchemist in our midst who didn't abandon me like everyone else and could instead mix up more of that anti-psychic juice. But I guess we'll have to deal.
As tempting as your illusory robot flirtations are, I am currently fueled by far too much homicidal zeal to sleep. The adrenaline coursing through my veins won't let me.
YOU'RE NOT EVEN HERE YOU BASTARD. Shut the fuck up.
...why....
...would that ever be a thing that is happening to me....
What could possibly have occurred in my journey that would result in this taking place? That last one was pretty decent, 7/10, but this is a solid 2. You need to up your psychedelic game, Aephorul because this acid trip just got a lot less convincing.
See? Like that. You dream-vision me into the Humble Boast and send me into the kitchen to see the chef, I expect to see fucking Garl at the cookpot. That would be a potent vision. I might even be inclined to forget how obviously fake it is because I just want to see him again so badly.
Instead, you give me a mole man. Great. Because that's something that's going to win me over and make me want to forget why I came here.
This is the shittiest predatory illusion I've ever been under the influence of. Hall of Illusions, I demand to speak with your manager.
THERE YOU ARE. You better listen the fuck up and listen good because I've got about a dozen--
Hey, wait a second. Serai, isn't this that other guy you wanted us to murder? I guess he transferred departments after finishing up with Repine, and now he has a new job. That he fucking sucks at.
You should believe her. We're kind of on a streak in the blood vengeance department.
By the way, body covered in eyes? Not a great choice. You've riddled yourself with vulnerable spots. You're basically giving her a whole mess of options for what to stab.
Yeah, just like that. That's exactly what I'm talking about.
That one looks like it hurt. I didn't think a face consisting solely of a gigantic eye wouldn't be capable of pulling off the "OH GOD MY TESTES" face but there it is.
He's trying so hard to save face and not look like he's fleeing for his life while whimpering because he just got stabbed in the junk.
Oh, you've got fanboys with glowsticks now. Yep, that'll do it. Sure to keep you safe. You've definitely--
Oh no, your useless trash goblins all died unexpectedly. It is a mystery.
By the way, you probably shouldn't have kept your eyes on me because--
AGAIN! I KNOW! Man, she's really got it out for you.
This is the most fun I've ever had filing a complaint.
The "I'm going to go get my big brother to beat you up" energy going on right now is amazing. Delivered in the smuggest possible tone.
The new bodyguards are nice, they look tougher than the last, but they don't exactly protect you from....
...that. They don't exactly protect you from that.
You gonna suck it up and take your-- and he's running again.
This wasn't quite what I was expecting when I stormed in here to commit a murder but honestly, I'm so glad I was here for this.
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hi can you do #31 with javier?
Sure!💖
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Those Darn Drunks
Javier always thought camp was the safest place for you. Turns out, he was quite wrong.
#31 “I’m not jealous.”
It always filled him with some relief when you were at camp, someplace that he deemed as safe. However, Javier forgot that he lived with a bunch of degenerates and murderers. Now, while he’s not all innocent himself, Javier did think he was definitely better than some of these people.
But that didn’t stop him from feeling a bit pissed when he saw you with some of the other men in camp.
Specifically, Sean and Micah.
Even more specifically, drunk Sean and drunk Micah.
Javier didn’t like seeing you around them one bit. Arthur and Dutch, he respected and understood. Plus, they didn’t drink themselves to death’s door and flirt around with you.
Also, Micah and Sean just irritated Javier immensely.
There was a time where Javier just wanted to speak to you, spend time with you, but you were already with Micah. It was clear that the two of you were drunk because that’s probably the only reason you would ever talk to that man.
However, that didn’t stop Javier from getting this icky feeling inside.
Later, he was at the campfire playing some of those amazing songs on his guitar. Some of the other gang members were seated around, enjoying themselves. Javier felt that familiar spark when you started to come over...
...only for it to die when Sean intervened.
The Irish man had been drinking again, and Javier could tell because his steps were all off when he started to dance with you. With each step the two of you took, the more Javier’s playing got all jagged with all the rage that was flowing through his veins.
Soon, he just stopped playing all together and left.
“Ay de mi...” He muttered to himself as he departed from the fire, people gave him confused looks, you included (even though Sean was still trying to dance to the silence).
You were starting to worry about the man. I mean, Javier always had a tendency to have explosive behavior, but this was different. You wanted to understand what has gotten him so upset, but decided to let him cool off for now.
One night you would get your answer.
You were sitting on a crate on one of the tables when Micah approached you, his usual “charming” behavior masked by that of alcohol. This time you weren’t drunk, so his close proximity caused you to feel a bit uneasy.
“You look a bit lonely there Y/N...mind if I sit?” His voice was kind of slurry. However, this was drunk Micah, which in all honesty was a nicer Micah.
“I guess I don’t mind much...I was a bit lonely.” You mused, causing the outlaw to clumsily sit beside you. This encounter continued with drunk Micah trying to flirt with you, and you simply humoring him, but also secretly wishing you could leave.
Then, like an angel, Javier appeared.
“Alright Micah, I think Y/N’s had enough.” The man who came to your rescue grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the scene. Micah just sat there dumbfounded, too drunk to get up and confront this situation.
“Thanks for coming to my aid.” You whispered with a smile once you were far enough away from the situation.
“Ese idiota...” Javier muttered, and while you weren’t good at Spanish, you knew who and what he was talking about. However, now that the two of you were alone, it was the perfect opportunity to ask him how he’s doing.
“Hey Javier, what’s been bothering you?” You asked him, and he suddenly looked very shocked. As if he thought he was hiding his emotions well. You just folded your arms and waited for an answer.
“It’s just...I don’t like seeing you around those fools...I wish it was me.” He admitted silently, looking elsewhere because he’s not used to admitting things like this. After all, he wasn’t one to talk about his feelings.
“So...you were jealous?” You added with a bit of a smirk.
“I’m not jealous.” Javier quickly defended himself before adding, “I just don’t like those men being around you.”
“That’s called jealously.” You pointed out with a bit of a laugh. Your continuation of pointing out the obvious continued to make Javier all flustered.
“Why would I be jealous of Micah? That’s ridiculous.” He tried to say, but you quickly turned the tables back to the actual truth.
“Because he was with me.” You said, and Javier swore under his breath. I guess there was no more hiding this now. You found him out and he should just pay the price for that.
“Alright...Alright, I was jealous. Happy now?” He asked, sitting down on the ground in defeat. You smiled at your victory before sitting beside him. Poor Javier looked so defeated at you finding this out, so you had to console him.
“Well, I’d be happier if you were happy. I’m here now...and those boys were bothering me...I’d much rather spend time with you.” You admitted, now getting all flustered yourself.
However, that was all Javier needed to hear. He perked right up.
“Um...I actually wrote a song for you...would you...?” Javier got even more flustered than you if that were possible. The poor guy rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous gesture, but you grabbed his other hand in a reassuring manner.
“I would love to hear it. I’m very flattered.” You said with a blush, causing Javier to smile. This was his time with you, and he was not going to let anything mess that up.
So, when he gave his performance to you, he made sure it was in front of everyone. Javier needed to make it clear who you were supposed to be with.
Unfortunate for him, Micah and Sean were drunk and forgot that whole experience.
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A meeting of the Grand Hellbound Railway convenes. The Unsettled Stalker has a proposal for the replacement of the Head of the Tracklayer's Union, and no one is happy with their choice.
(Or, a short, unproofread account of Wadiya's most recent board meeting, because it's funny to imagine)
That's what Wadiya expects, anyways. Her boardroom has been cultivated through trial and error, a board made not to find agreement easily, but to be predictable in their periodic disagreements. It made it easier, for the days when Wadiya's teeth danced in agitation, when their claws flexed and unflexed with some unknown stress, when their tongue felt sticky and ooze-covered, and when words did not come.
They knew their enemies well. Well enough to never cancel a meeting for something as trivial as "being unable to speak". Where one would agree, where one would disagree, it was as simple as flesh and blood were.
His Amused Lordship was concerned with money. More money, more agreement. Less, and the no came swiftly. And, grossly, he seemed more agreeable when Wadiya was... what did he say? "More presentable?" Bah. He'd earned his terrorization from their Steed.
April always agreed to what Wadiya was really interested in, and always raised her hackles and wrote against what Wadiya was only pushing through for the Company's sake. A good one. An honest one.
Feducci always agreed to bloodshed, and denied anything that removed it. This was a passenger railway company, so he was often unhappy. Just like April and Wadiya.
The Efficient Commissioner was the simplest of all. She never was happy. She always said no. Pulling of non-dancing teeth to find an "aye."
His Amused Lordship would say no until they cleaned the blood and viscera from their face. April would say no, because the Replacement wasn't challenging enough. Feducci would suggest the railroad funds be diverted into funding some thrilling bloodsport. And the Efficient Commissioner would say no.
Wadiya knew something was wrong with their proposal, read out by another in her stead, saw an immediate "aye!" from the Efficient Commissioner. And when His Amused Lordship looked at her gore-stricken face (she'd not had time to clean since the last hunt) and still gave a hearty agreement, without any pressing. Their nerves calmed somewhat with the pushback from Feducci - all was well and normal, insisting that the new Leader of the Union should be concerned more with sport and hunting and animal-wrangling than with anything else. One growl, and a tap to the little plaque reminding them of their job fixes that, although the man glares from behind his bandages, as he always, always does.
When Wadiya looks to April, they see the stack of paper, all laid out in front of the seat where April had sat. And then, too, they hear the sound of the meeting-room door slamming shut, as April readies to depart, likely redoing her best disguise.
Hm.
Unlike her. She never flees.
Wadiya motions for a recess, and stalks around to the papers, scanning them, the words repeating into an infinite pattern.
Ah.
Alright. April was upset.
Hm. How strange.
Wadiya wasn't upset. This Tracklayer was a puny thing. Worm-like. Crushable. April could destroy him with the heel of her boot, if he was so troublesome! And his benefactor...
Well, that was the most pathetic master of them all. Wadiya had humiliated it. It was submissive. It was nothing.
Hm. Was April upset that a Lackey of Mr Fires wasn't challenging enough?
#oc: wadiya babar#fallen london#fanfic#dame's writing#hi i'm autistic and wadiya is a character who gets my... natural state of being#how i just Am when i don't put on my detective hat and Make Empathy Happen#april put up with so much of wadiya's shit in bal and she's not free not even now#'every time wadiya fails april' as a youtube compilations video would be at least 20 minutes long#anyways welcome to being the leader of the tracklayer's union mr mr fires's lacky#you're so small and pathetic and your boss is even moreso pathetic (to wadiya) that you got to Be The Leader
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F-14 (Family of 14) Chapter 9: 3 Pairs of 2
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Not fully sure where this story is going other than it will be IceMav and their 12 adopted dagger squadron kids!
The dagger squad is determined to find out who Maverick is married to, leading to some shenanigans and eventually the reveal! Followed by one shots featuring MavDad Icemav and Dadmiral with the Daggers!
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Bradley was only a little confused. Out of the blue the previous night he had recieved a text from Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, wanting to meet up.
They agreed on Jake bringing food to Bradley's house.
And so that was what was happening.
Bradley sat on his couch waiting on the sound of a vehicle driving up and a knock on his door. He couldn't fathom what Hangman of all people would want to meet up with him about.
Soon the curious knock finally came at the door.
Bradley made his way to the door, not having a clue what would follow this.
"I brought the food." Jake said with a smile as he held up two bags of food.
"Good, cause I am starving."
Jake set the foor out on the coffee table in front of the couch as Bradley grabbed them each a soda from the kitchen.
"So, Hangman, what's this sudden meet up about?" Bradley asked walking back in.
"Jake." Jake corrected between bites of his burger.
"Alright, Jake," Bradley said, his head now more frazzled than before. "What's up?"
"I figured if we are going to be on a squad together permantly I might as well get to know everyone better." Jake reasoned.
"Forgive me for my confusion here Jake," The word still felt foreign in Bradley's mouth. "But that's not exactly in character for you."
"And what do you know of my character?" Jake asked.
"Pretty much what we all know, you are a show boating loner with an ego larger than the Navy's fleet."
"No, that's Hangman's character." Jake corrected. Figuring that being direct was the best way to go about this.
This made Bradley pause before he could take the next bite of his burger.
"Talking about ourselves in third person now?"
"Not exactly, I..." Jake tried to find the words.
"Does this have anything to do with Maverick pulling you aside the other day?" Bradley finally pieced together.
"MavDad gave me some advice, decided to give it a shot." Jake answered honestly, surprised though that Bradley noticed their disappearance.
"What kind of advice did Dad give you? Usually that's more of Pop's department."
"Told me I should try and connect with the squad more. Let them see a little more Jake and a little less Hangman." Jake admitted, if he was going to be direct, might as well go all the way. Maverick said choose a person to focus on and go from there. Bradley seemed to have an in with everyone, so why not start with him. Or atleast that's the logic he was going with.
"So you started with me Bagman?"
"For starters, I don't like being called Bagman."
"Alright, Jake, so you started with me?"
"Figured why not."
"Alright then, I guess we have to get to know each other then."
"How about we start with the deep stuff?"
"The deep stuff?" Bradley gave him a wild look.
"Yea, like, what's your favorite color?"
"Nope, you've stepped over the line there." Bradley shook his head.
"So you've watched Hunger Games?"
"Who hasn't? Great movies."
"Catching Fire was the best."
"Agreed, but you chose to start our opening up to each other with a Hunger Games reference?"
"We each learned something about one another." Jake justified. "But really, what is your favorite color?"
"Hawain print."
"That's not a color, that's a pattern." Jake dead panned.
"Alright Jake, fine then, what's your favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Like your eyes?" Bradley teased.
"No, like the sky."
Only later did Jake realized Bradley had paid attention to his eye color.
"Alright, if we are doing this might as well dive into the deep stuff now that we have passed through the deep stuff gateway of favorite colors." Bradley stated, before contemplating whether to ask his question.
"Out with it, get off your perch Rooster."
"How did you handle everything after you first air to air kill?" Bradley asked softly, looking away for a moment before looking back at Jake in the eyes.
"I feel like Pop's or MavDad might be the better people to ask that quesiton."
"I'm not asking them. I'm asking you."
"Why are you asking me?"
"This whole opening up stuff only works if you answer the questions."
"I know, but I need to know the why before I answer."
"Mav and Ice are too... Close. They practically raised me. I need someone who hasn't known me my whole life and can relate but not them. I just got them back. They can't know my air to air messed with me. I can't jump back into a relationship with them and immeditally trauma dump on them."
"Why not? I met them a few weeks ago and already did."
Bradley's eyes widened.
"You talked to them about it?"
"Yea, you wanted to know how I handled it? I talked to them. Still not perfect with it, but I can sleep without it poping up in my head every night. I have been able to process it. Well as much as you can process something like that."
"I did it saving Mav, but I still had to take a life."
"My first was saving my wingman, my second was saving you and Mav. You can know you saveed your own, but also have to realize to do that you had to kill another. Though they had the intent to kill too. You didn't go out there to kill, you went out there to save."
"You know Jake, I think I can be friends with this version of you. I like you better without the Hangman persona getting in the way."
"I like me better without him in the way too."
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"Alright Sherlock, what new info do we have to discuss this week?" Natasha asked as she and Bob sat down at a local diner.
They had made it a weekly tradition to make sure they had a night with just the two of them. At first it was just to get to know each other better as Pilot and WSO eventually it turned into two best friends catching up, and of course gossiping about the Squad.
"Hangman and Rooster are totally going to get together." Bob said as he sipped his milkshake.
"Obviously, but they evidently haven't realized it yet. Maverick probably already started the shovel talk when he pulled Jake away the other night." Phoenix agreed taking a sip of her own milkshake.
"When he came back he did suddenly sit next to Bradley instead of standing across the room."
"But even before that they were not so subtly eyeing each other across the room." Phoenix pointed out.
"Honestly, those two are ridiculously oblivious."
"What other info do we have to discuss this week?"
"The rest of the Class of '86 is obviously going to show up soon."
"Definetly, they aren't just going to have 3 show up and no more. It's just a question of when."
"Exacltly, but what's really a question of when is when the rest realize we are together?"
"Nah, they are too oblivous, we are going to have to be obvious to an insane level if we want them to realize."
"I know, Mav literally showed up pictures of his wedding with Ice and you all missed the huge hint." Bob smirked.
"Mav and Ice will figure it out first." Phoenix admitted.
"Probably, but after that it's a coin toss."
"I'm fine with that. I kind of like us as a secret for now." Phoenix added. She liked their relationship the way it was: without any outside pressures. Normally she would tell Bradley about her realtionships are her best friend, but this one she wanted to keep to herself for a while.
"I like to observe more than be the center of attention."
"I know, stealth pilot." Phoenix teased taking Bob's hand across the table.
"You know, you didn't say anything bad when you found out I was your WSO. You instead immediatelyincluded me. None of my other pilots have done that."
"I've gone through a many of WSOs, and you are the first not to mention I was a girl the first time we met. You had my back and I was going to have yours."
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FLYBOY groupchat
Slider
You guys. There is another IceMav
Merlin
There literally cannot be.
Hollywood
Shush, you didn't have to withness the chomp of '86
Merlin
Yea, but Slider and I had to share a bunk with them for months at a time before they acknowledged it.
Viper
Lets get back to the whole another IceMav thing, because the Navy can't handle two of them. It can barely handle one.
Ice
It's under control
Jester
I trust it even less now
Maverick
No really it is
Sundown
I really don't trust it now
Wolf
Back on topic, it's Baby Goose and Hangman
Merlin
HANGMAN?
Ice
You know him?
Merlin
He served under me for a few months. He could fly, reminded me a bit too much of Maverick
Slider
Yea, and Rooster has his moments where he reminds me a bit too much of Ice
Viper
So we literally have another IceMav
Slider
Yep...
Maverick
We weren't that bad you guys, they are worse
Slider
I didn't see either of them CHOMP at the other
Maverick
You didn't see them on the deck after the mission
Ice
Dare I say they tried to replicate the photo
Maverick
But they hugged instead of shaking hands
Viper
Besides all this, when do I FINALLY get to meet my GrandDaggers?
Ice
Soon
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"Alright COMPACFLT, you better put a rush on that GrandDagger meeting or Viper will find a way to get back at you." Maverick looked over at Ice as he cooked.
"Oh don't I know it. Knowing him someone still owes him a favor and will just get him up in a jet during a hop without me knowing."
"That would not surprise me in the least."
"How much longer on the spaghetti?" Ice asked looking up from the email he had just finished after multiple pauses to answer the Flyboy groupchat.
"It's basically ready, just need to grab the bowls."
Ice smirked and stoof up and grabbed the bowls from the top shelf, just out of Maverick's reach.
Maverick rolled his eyes but took the bowl and fixed his dinner.
"What do you want to watch tonight?" Maverick asked turning on the TV as he took a seat on the couch.
"National Treasure? They just released a series and I want to rewatch the movies first." Ice suggested.
"Sounds like a plan. We can watch the second one tomorrow then the series."
Ice agreed as he walked in with his own food and a drink for each of them.
As Ice sat the drinks down on the side tables Maverick grabbed the large blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. As Ice sat down Maverick spread it across the two of them before grabbing his bowl of food once more and leaning against his husband.
"I'm glad we get to do this more often." Maverick said softly as he pulled up Disney plus.
"Me too." Ice agreed between bites of food.
Just before Maverick pressed play on the movie Ice spoke up again.
"I have to go on another work trip in a few weeks."
"How long?" Maverick asked. He knew he couldn't be too disapointed, normally it was him being shipped off everywhere.
"A week and a half. It's conference in London."
"When do you leave?"
"Two weeks from tomorrow."
Maverick nodded as he leaned futher intoo Ice, if that was even possible.
"I know one of the perks of you leading the Squad here was more time together, but they still want meet at all these conferences and meetings."
"I know. I was always the one being shipped off everywhere before this anyway. It was just less obvious because we were both constantly on the move. We already spend more time together than we did before anyway."
"I know, but that doesn't mean I want to leave you."
"I'm sure the kids will keep me busy."
"I'm sure they will."
"We are used to long distance anyway, and this is not even two weeks. We have mastered video chatting."
"That we have."
"Ready to start the movie?"
Ice nodded as they continued to eat their dinner.
Slowly their bowls were put to the side as they cuddled on the couch.
At peace in a way they never thought they would be.
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Short but sweet with some plot! Hope you guys enjoyed!! Please let me know your thoughts or if yall have any hopes or suggestions! I love hearing your thoughts!
Also be proud I managed to update again so soon! Because I am proud of myself lol. My schedule is wild and unpredictable.
Figured we need a more lighthearted chapter after the past few.
More fluff coming up but with some plot.
#icemav#iceman#tom iceman kazansky#Maverick#maverick x iceman#hangster#natasha phoenix trace#bob x phoenix#top gun#top gun maverick#fanfiction#ron slider kerner#family of 14#family#fluff#Jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster x hangman
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It’s more than
( Wolfman x female reader)
Content warnings: stuggles with body image,dark thoughts,ptsd,slight nsfw,pregnancy
Being the kinda person who had to be forced to move while growing up,you found yourself moving right back to the country that you now lived with Leonardo Wolfe.You couldn’t help but judge your body when you got up that morning and seeing yourself in the mirror,as you slid on a sweater even though it was gonna be almost eighty degrees.
The gentle feeling of Leonardo’s hands wrapped around you pulling you into him back behind,kissing your shoulder,he never failed to be anything other then a perfect gentlemen.
“Morning love” his voice was groggy as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck while buttoning his coat,the laced regret that he had to leave to get back.
“Good morning sweetheart” you laughed turning around feeling him kiss your jaw,as you wrap your hands around him.”I love you,you know that right” you asked him hating that he had to go but more then anything just prayed he would come back safe,you couldn’t imagine your life without the wonderful wolfman.
“Of course I know that darling,I love you as well more then words could explain” he stated with worry in his voice that it meant something was wrong.
“Just be safe” you kissed his cheek before walking out,to take care of the animals,the two of you having moved on to a farm both of you loved.Spending the kinda time you loved together with horses,and dogs along with different animals like cows and rabbits.
While you worked on the farm,an worked at the local fire department,Leonardo had made his way back to the deck where he was met walking up with iceman and Hollywood.
“How’s the country love life treating you there,Wolfe?”Hollywood couldn’t help but tease his partner.
“I love it and I am in love with my wife so great,though I can tell that’s something you don’t know anything about,still flirting with random girls at the bar minutes before I see there” Leonardo couldn’t help but laugh seeing Hollywoods shocked expression.
While the mission quickly turnt longer then expected Leonardo came home to the farm being calmer then he remembered it,the sense of stress leaving.As he put his hat on smirking seeing his wife out in the distance who he knew always had a fear of horses the slightest bit but loved protecting and raising them.Laughing to himself seeing her getting up off the ground covered in mud.
She seemed paler then normal which she couldn’t help but he concerned about,his wife was normally pale as she was Irish,but this was a different level.
“Babe you feeling alright?” Leonardo asked you helping you under the fence and into his arms,sensing you were nervous to say something.
“Love whatever it is I’m here,what’s going on?” His voice was softer then it’s ever been as worry and panic took over.
“I-“ your voice broke as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “I-I’m pregnant” you didn’t realize you were holding your breathe until you felt him picking you up to kiss you which made you laugh.
“Baby” his voice became like he was talking to a child going up a few notch’s as his hand rested on your stomach,kissing you while he reached up and his other hand took his hat off putting it on you.
Country is more then the way of wearing boots and hats,the jeans that become muddy or worn.It’s the way you live and your mindset about things,protecting family and animals.The love to rather be covered in mud and laughing joking around then in sparkly dresses and heels wanting to go out on the town,it’s something that’s set in your heart from birth,not something you are just taught.
You couldn’t help but laugh hiding you face into his chest as he started reciting save a horse and ride a cowboy,feeling your face become red feeling his hand gently rubbing your stomach,having not known this side of Leonardo as he mumbled “is it bad this gives me a hard on” causing you to pull away laughing.
While years passed quite quickly,your baby girl was turning one,an you woke up that morning feeling yourself fall completely in love with Leonardo all over again.Leonardo in middle of the living room while forever and ever amen played out,he was dancing with your guys little girl who started busting out giggling and wrapping her whole hand around his thumb.
#top gun#top gun x you#top gun x y/n#top gun x reader#wolfman#wolfman reader#topgun wolfman#topgun Leonardo wolfe
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