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wrestlezon · 2 years

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liveblog containment zone for aew rampage 8/19/22

i woke up from a nap 10 minutes before this started. i felt it in the air (wrestle senses)

claudio on da mic i forgot what he said here i was eating ice cream (the ice cream was really good)

private party vs swerve in our glory swerve is so dang cool. keith lee is also cool. they have such a good dynamic together (chill noble guy and snake trickster shifty guy). also i love watching swerve wrestle LMAO he is so cool!!! dodging that jump off the corner move was rad im also glad that one guy in private party stopped having that reverse mohawk haircut. i mean youre allowed to do whatever you want to your own hair but dang dude lol private party are also cool. i think they are excellent at losing to their opponent and i mean this in the best way possible because i am a fan of professional jobbers

qt marshall backstage segment powerhouse hobbs: mad

hook vs jersey shore guy what is with these funny little belt graphics theyre putting up at the bottom of the screen lol redrum'd instantly!

this is rampage. screamin cause damage. send ya back to the amateurs

billy gunn backstage promo "glad my sons finally stood up for themselves. however they shouldnt have done it against me. im going to kick their ass and the acclaimed are going to help me" this rules

excalibur explaining what happened with the andrade mask thing at the end of dynamite lmao did they run out of time on wednesday to show this... did some match run exactly one or two minutes overtime this seems important and involved... but at least theyre trying to make up for it now i mean i guess it doesnt help for anyone who doesnt watch rampage for whatever reason tho

buddy matthews is here oh!!! hes fighting serpentico! serpentico is my favorite jobber oh!!! miro!!!!!!! yay julia hart looks like shes trying to cast a spell on him with her mind

britt baker squad backstage segment oh theyre sassin thunder rosa and toni storm again i guess

whoa!!!! penelope ford!!!!!!!!!!!!! yay welcome back queen!!! shes fighting athena! thats cool! (seeing athena reminds me that kris statlander is injured again... ;_;) athena's gear looks really cool. i love the magenta its very striking kip sabian callout on commentary. is he going to be unboxed soon :o... lmao jericho with the game of thrones plug. gotta rep the advertisers CHIN TO CHEEK FACE LICK...?????????? GOLLY cool dodge move from penelope ford :) wrestling moves!!! aughhh rampage commercial jumpscare if theyre not doing these live i dont see why they have to cut out part of the fight for it. right? is that whats happening here JADE NO!!!! NOT ATHENA'S COOL BACKPACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

punk vs moxley fancy video thing :)c so excited for this match next week

ricky starks video promo thing :0 more on wednesday

more matches being announced. none of them caught my eye (gunn dad vs gunn son tho...) best friends vs trustbusters!!!!! I WANT TO SEE IT (ironically enough i looked up the all out ppv wikipedia article yesterday and was uh. spoiled on the outcome. but still) COMMERCIALING ME...

oh their promo is cute :)c chuck got one of his custom shirts!!! statlander shirt!!!!!!!! (kris ;o;) CHUCK WITH THE CENSOR BLEEP LETS GOOOOOO SAYING WORDS THAT CANT BE PUT ON TV

its time for the fight!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg lmao they are holding this shot on this kid for like. so long best friends and oc :))))))) yayyyyy my favorite guys yayyyyy they look so cute. look. look at them

chuck is so tall. he truly is, as many people have said it before me, deceptively big lmfao parker and his flip over the ropes?? was that intentional my dude chuck flop :) TRENT THROWN INTO THE CROWD???? front row danger at an all time high this week huh did tank top boy literally pull a "hey ref. look over there" move on the ref LMAO WHY DID IT WORK orange cassidy and the ol "basic duck" manuever yay!!! cassidy's shitty little kicks yay!!! cassidy getting choked by the biggest member of the enemy team!!! oh my GOD slim j your jump off the corner onto best friends exploding out of his tank top AUGH oh ok the trustbusters didnt get the pin lmao that front row lady gettin the hell out of dodge like this is indie wrestling. wise move sonny kiss continues her war against orange cassidy's dick and balls AUGH!!! ok ok he kicked out DANHAUSEN! curse attack!!!!!! oh my god what is this trios move LMAO omg yayyyy best friends advance!

im glad because now i get to see them fight either house of black or dark order. and i wouldnt mind seeing either of those fights though i'd want it to be dark order. im sure there would be so many shenanigans. potential for a shenanigan heavy match. also i wouldn't mind them losing to the dark order because then we could get dark order vs the elite in the finals! there is a lot of ways to book this trios tournament in a way where i wont be mad!!!!

#livezon

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1kook · 3 years

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one man, no hands

— a some way, some how jungkook drabble summary “Just my mouth,” he reassures you, rough hands slipping beneath the sides of your skirt, urging you to lift your hips as he nudges it over your tummy. “Promise.” warnings established relationship, mechanic jungkook, business woman oc, cunnilingus / eatin out, jk is dirty like in the literal sense rating m (18+) wc 2.5k

notes am i confident in the title? no. am i stubborn and feel like it has to follow this pattern out of some weird self made obligation? yes, please help me. anyway here is 🔧⚙️ jk and his hot girlfriend once more <3

For the most part, you like to believe you were a pretty composed person. Sure, there are a few instances in your personal history where you exploded, sobbed, cursed the planet to hell and back. But given your chosen career track and the amount of stupidity you dealt with on a daily basis, you’re significantly more mild-mannered compared to your peers. That being said, you were by no means the dictionary definition of serene. After a long day of meeting clients around the city, a rather unsatisfying lunch, and atrocious city traffic—all while breaking in a new pair of heels—there was nothing more satisfying than pulling up to Jungkook’s empty auto shop and huffing out one long, “fuuuck.”

Jungkook doesn’t mind. “Hey, gorgeous,” he calls from over his shoulder, looming over the open hood of yet another innocent vehicle. The metal table beside him holds every tool imaginable. “How’s my sexy department manager doing today?”

“Terrible,” you confess, heels clicking against the concrete floor. You realize he’s hunched over his own car today, a rather rare sight if you’re being completely honest. Jungkook wasn’t the biggest fan of working on his own car(s) at the shop, something about pride and refusing to admit something was wrong with them in front of people who looked up to him. Men, you chuckle, finally closing in on him.

He’s terribly sweaty, the sweltering heat turning the inside of the garage into a human microwave. “How’s my sexy mechanic doing today,” you hum, throwing all reservations aside to lean over and press a kiss against his cheek. Jungkook, as always, makes sure to nuzzle into the touch.

“Pretty good,” he replies, taking advantage of your affectionate nature to set aside the tool that had been in his hand. You watch his sturdy fingers reach for the hood of the car, carefully shutting it because he knows you hate the smell of metal. The rag tucked into the pocket of his red jumpsuit is littered with stains, and the half-assed wipe of his hands against it doesn’t help.

When he turns, that same hand attempts to reach for you, the remnants of oil buried beneath the tips of his fingernails. “Hey,” you warn, intercepting him at the wrist; you’ve spent one too many nights at the local laundromat trying to remove oil from tweed.

Jungkook frowns, shakes his head to the side in that infuriatingly sexy way that not only lets you see the dark furrow of his shapely brows, but also has the tendons in his neck bulging just the slightest. “Give me a kiss,” he pouts, pretty pink lips fighting off a smile. “I missed you.”

Hands holding onto his wrists, you lean forward, your pointed heel tapping against the dirty toe of his work boots.

One of your greatest contributions to society was introducing Jungkook to strawberry flavored chapstick, a deed that the universe pays you back tenfold with each kiss he bestows upon you, lips so soft and sweet. If you look past the distinct smells of the auto shop and Jungkook’s own natural scent, you swear you can smell the strawberries.

It is as you’re trapped in this train of thought that Jungkook manages to overpower you, abruptly stepping forward enough to throw you off balance. Your gravity shifts, and while your heartbeat may spike for a moment, you know he’d never let you fall. “Easy there, beautiful,” he grins, one tatted arm wrapped around you. He’s got that stupidly cocky grin on, the one that usually proceeds some stupid or horny thought.

Lo and behold, a second later he says, “can I eat you out?”

You roll your eyes, placing two hands against his chest. Jungkook takes it as a sign of your approval and moves in for a second kiss, only for you to shove him away with a huff. “You haven’t even showered, smelly,” you chide, straightening out the front of your blazer in a rather snooty manner that has Jungkook scoffing.

“Please?” he tries again, not the slightest bit phased by the unimpressed look you throw his way. “I’ll wash my hands.”

“Jungkook,” you level, settling into one of the many rolling seats that decorate the floor of Jungkook’s garage, your cell phone placed down on the metal table nearby. From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the familiar paper wrapping of the deli down the street, crossing your arms over your chest. “Did you eat at Shin’s for lunch? I don’t want your onion breath on my intimates.”

Jungkook steps in front of you, looking down at you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Well then,” he says calmly, and then, drops to his knees in front of you. It has you jolting in surprise. Before you can accidentally send yourself rolling across the floor, Jungkook catches your ankle in one hand, tugging you forward until your knee presses against his side. “It’s a good thing that was Jimin’s lunch and not mine.”

“Kook,” you gasp, the muscles in your legs weak against the grip he has on the back of your knees. The muscles in his forearms tense up as he slowly pries your thighs apart, leaning down to place a rather soft kiss against your knee. The tenderness of his kiss shouldn’t be surprising, but it never fails to make you inhale sharply, hands slowly coming to rest against his shoulders.

The brush of your fingers against him has his eyes flickering up to meet yours, strawberry sweet lips curling into a smile. “Just my mouth,” he reassures you, rough hands slipping beneath the sides of your skirt, urging you to lift your hips as he nudges it over your tummy. “Promise.”

One shaky exhale later, you find yourself slowly nodding along, fingers burying themselves within the dark tresses of his hair. “No hands,” you remind him one final time, letting him manhandle you out of your panties. “And be gen—“

Your words are swallowed up by the surprised squeak that slips through your lips upon Jungkook’s first long lick over your slit. “I’ve got you,” he chuckles, the low and breathy kind that makes your skin tingle. “Hold on to me.”

“What the— fuck!” you exclaim, pulling at his hair in sheer fright when he whirls your chair around suddenly, pushes you the three feet until your chair is bumping against the front of his bumper, appropriately named. “Jungkook,” you scold, roughly yanking him up by his hair. “Don’t do that.”

“Shh,” he hushes, but the shock still has your heart thumping a little too quickly. You pinch his ear. Jungkook shakes you off just as quickly, throws you a childish glare. “You’ll need the support.”

The opportunity to question him never comes, because a second later Jungkook is tugging you forward in your seat, knees neatly placed over his shoulders for easy access to your pussy. You did need the support, you realize, back pressed against the curve of the hood as Jungkook begins the rather torturous process of teasing you.

As promised, his hands rest over your thighs, thick fingers digging into the soft skin as he descends upon you, one featherlight kiss pressed against your mound. The polite greeting of his lips is followed by the not-so-polite greeting of his tongue, the warm and wet muscle caressing your clit.

Your breathing hitches, a pleasant warmth settling in your core. It blossoms quickly, stamps out the remnants of fear from a few minutes ago. Jungkook’s tongue plays a key role in that change, nudging your clit back and forth carefully as he listens to the subtle alterations in your breathing.

After the day you’ve had, the delicate way Jungkook laps against you has you melting, both into his touch and against the cold metal of the hood behind you. “Oh,” you pant, eyelids fluttering at the kiss he places against your labia.

He’s relatively quiet today, just soft sighs against your cunt. Without his hands, you’re surprised by how easily he navigates his way along your lips, tongue nudging your folds apart. The round tip of his nose throws you for a loop as he kisses down your slit, the soft skin unintentionally brushing against your throbbing clit. (Or maybe intentionally— you never really knew with Jungkook.)

At your quivering entrance, he pauses, pulling back with glistening lips and dark eyes. “Good?” he murmurs, tongue peeking out at the corner to trace across his red lips. Another shake of his head, dark strands tickling his cheekbones.

“So good,” you exhale, releasing one hand from it’s trembling grip in his hair. You press it against the side of Jungkook’s face instead. Briefly, the tips of your fingers brush against his ear, an action that makes his eyelashes flutter, mouth dropping open just as your thumb presses against his lower lip. “Make me cum,” you command, as if you aren’t completely at his mercy right now.

Still, Jungkook humors you. His pearly teeth playfully bite down against your thumb, a smile making its way across his features when you pull away. “You got it, boss,” he teases.

You roll your eyes. “You’re the boss here,” you mumble, shivers running down your spine when he ducks back down once more.

Lips suctioned around your clit, your thighs quiver beneath his touch. A soft whine pulls itself from your throat, hand jerking forward to grasp at the white undershirt he’s got on, stained like always. Jungkook ups the intensity, pulling away with a loud pop only to bestow a chaste kiss against your sensitive clit. “Please,” you whimper. It takes every last remaining ounce of self-control to keep yourself from accidentally clamping your legs shut around him, hips jerking forward as he licks his way down your slit once more.

His tongue dips its way between your folds, over your quivering opening, as if he’s circling where he’ll pleasure you next. A second later, you feel your entire body tense up momentarily as he slips his tongue in. It’s nowhere near as girthy as his cock, barely comes close to two of his fingers. But there’s something about Jungkook being so close, mouth against your pussy, that sends a shock of electricity straight there.

“Oh— Oh, god,” you sigh, head lolling back, tapping against the hood of Jungkook’s car.

The fingers digging into your skin tighten to the point of bruising, his hands growing anxious with every breathless moan drawn out from you. His plush lower lip is warm against your puffy skin, hot breath fanning over your wet folds as his tongue slowly works its way in and out. Slow, painstakingly slow. The speed has you growing restless, legs threatening to lock around his head, pushing him against your cunt until he can’t breathe.

It’s a good thing Jungkook is the one in control, his flattened tongue trailing one, long lick over your pussy. It starts at your entrance, glistening with arousal and his saliva, and ends at your clit. You’re almost certain you can feel your heartbeat through the bundle of nerves, releasing a loud cry at the way the tip of his tongue flicks against it once more.

The muscles in your legs, tired from walking all across the city, spasm beneath his ministrations. Your shoulders, tight from the weight of your responsibilities, relax back against the warm metal hood. Every kiss Jungkook places against you has you melting, feeling so unbelievably pampered. “Fuck, J- Jungkook— baby,” you whimper, letting go of his shoulder to bite down on your knuckles.

Jungkook breathes harshly against you, brows furrowed together as he focuses on making you feel good. The sight of his handsome face buried between your thighs makes you shiver, jolt when he pushes his tongue into your entrance once more and begins slowly thrusting it in and out. It’s so wet, mixes with your arousal and makes this lewd sound that only fans the flames of your pleasure, fingernails pressed against his shoulders and then burying themselves against his scalp.

It doesn’t take much longer, fatigue and pleasure catching up to you all at once, accumulating in a toe-curling orgasm unlike your usual ones. It’s quieter, filled with stuttered gasps instead, Jungkook’s name occasionally finding its way into the mix. By the end of it, you find yourself fretting over the state of your boyfriend’s scalp, having pulled it roughly at the height of your pleasure.

“How cute,” Jungkook hums softly, eventually releasing one of your trapped legs from over his shoulder. He rubs the back of his hand over his mouth and chin, transferring a dark stain of something onto his porcelain skin. In that moment, you’re glad you banned the usage of his hands on your pussy. Without anything to hold it up, your leg slips down, the impact of your heel against the concrete sending a tingling pain up your leg.

“Ouch,” you murmur, and then find yourself demurely covering your exposed pussy, still glistening with cum and saliva. At your modesty, Jungkook snorts, releasing your other leg only to surge forward and knock his forehead against yours. “Ouch,” you repeat, the stinging pain exacerbated when Jungkook pushes himself closer.

“So, what do you say?” he asks, smiles that devilish smile that makes him look like a Calvin Klein model. His hands are at your waist, helping you tug your skirt back down. It’s nothing grand, but your rose-tinted view makes you swoon at the way he manhandles you. He’s dangerously handsome, has you mindlessly wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Say about what?” you mumble, hypnotized by the cherry hue of his lips, and the fact they probably taste like you.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, like he’s going to kiss you. Instead, he pauses just in time to say, “how was my onion breath?”

You’ve never pushed someone away fast enough, nearly impaling him with the sharpened heel of your shoe against his chest. It sends him tumbling back, a rough cough mixed with a boyish chuckle, the dorky kind as he sprawls himself over the dirty concrete floor of his auto shop. It’s as you’re glaring down at your immature boyfriend and what you’re certain is a tiny puddle of motor oil beside his head, that you realize this is your life now. Men, you think bitterly.

“I hate you,” you announce childishly. You find your discarded panties on the metal table beside a goddamn wrench. You fling it at his chest, only the slightest bit turned on when he raises it up for a sniff. “Mmm,” he purrs, letting the flimsy fabric rest over his eyes. You don’t even have it in you to scold him on how dirty that is, instead nudging his side with your shoe. “You know,” he says, catching your ankle in his hand. He guides your foot over him, surprising you when he places it directly over his chest. “I had a dream like this in high school,” he confesses, making your face heat up. “Think it was because of those 50 Shades of Grey books we found in your attic.”

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studiojeon · 3 years

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troubled outsiders | intro - jjk

| summary | - how you two end up pining for each other.

warnings: none :)

content: idol!jungkook x student!oc, friends to lovers (because it’s THE superior trope okurrrt), jungkook is quiet and shy but a social butterfly when needed (and when it comes to oc but you’re not supposed to know that yet), oc is both a badass and a socially akward queen, she has TWO friends and only because one is dating the other (like... same), the Lee Charyeong is her bestie, oc works at bighit and feels like everyone either fears her or hates her, author nim is a crackhead and has no plot planned for this series whatsoever (doesn’t know if she’ll keep this up, we’ll see).

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His presence was overwhelming, to say the least. Even if he were surrounded by six hundred other equally handsome men, somehow, to you (and the majority of the female population, at that point) he was as captivating and magnetic as they come. Jeon Jungkook didn't pay no mind to no one, but sure as hell everyone became hyper aware of his existence and essence in time. And that didn’t exclude you.

Yet, as nonchalant and indifferent as the man could be perceived, in reality he was more considerate and friendly than the aura he exuded. You knew this because working in the same company had to teach a thing or two about the people who literally carried said company and the whole industry at some point, still you barely knew four or three people, including your assistant and Jungkook, whom you had met once.

The opportunity of working at the company had come to you out of the blue, quite literally, you were attempting to send one of your assignments in when an email appeared in your notifications during your sailor moon study break.

HYBE Entertainment

We’re glad to inform you that you’re being recruited for the position of Logistics Manager in one of our sub companies, BIGHIT Entertainment. We’ve thoroughly looked through the CV you’ve submitted and are very interested in your capabilities and what you can contribute to our organization. One of our other managers will gladly meet you on a day you can both agree on. Make sure to answer this email to get more details about your interview.

“Nani!? THE FUCK?” sure as hell that your eyes and cognitive functions were deceiving you (ADHD) you went over the text a little over three times in a row before the message settled in your mind. This was sus.

Before even considering a reply you made a quick call. “Fucking Lee Chaeryeong” you spat on your end of the line. “You did this, didn’t you?”.

Her silence was more than enough to have you cursing her under your breath. “I don’t know what exactly you’re talking about but it most likely was me. Does it have to do with a sex toy in particular?”

“No” you denied almost monotonously, guessing the pile of boxes in the corner of your room with her names on them was what she referred to. “Does anything come to mind if i mention BIGHIT FUCKING ENTERTAINMENT?”

It was her. All those conversations during the summer about how badly you wanted to work in the entertainment business as marketing staff of some sort had their effect on your friend, who, despite all your excuses and denials, knew you better than you and your mom combined did, and because of this, was sure as hell you were not making a move towards that goal whatsoever. So, being the boss bitch she was, she took matters into her own hands, was what she explained.

You concluded that was the reason you had reached a point in your life where you had more experience than most recently graduated kids in your field, because Chaeryeong had you moving every summer break. You had been the manager of a coffee franchise and convenience store during you junior and senior years, and also figured a way to improve the marketing management strategy of a fucking restaurant while at it. Not to toot your own horn, but you were kind of cool.

Or not. “I hope this job satisfies your workaholic ass for once, I’m running out of ideas”. Chaeryeong spat before hanging up.

Sure as hell it would.

On friday afternoon, you made your way to the HYBE INSIGHT building and introduced yourself to your recruiters who promised to give you a call at some point. “It went fine” you told Chaeryeong once you were in your car. And it was the truth, however you weren’t so sure if they would actually hire you at some point since well, you were a girl in a male dominated industry and, in your opinion, there were always better people than you. “Wanna go grab coffee?”

“I want to. But, I have practice today. I’m actually on my way there. Please avoid driving through Hongdae today, this shit’s packed.” You sighed and thanked her for the heads up. You missed your friend, badly. You hadn’t seen each other in three weeks, and you didn’t even live so far away from each other (you did, but it had been worse before). You two had very agitated lives to say the least. Chaeryeong was a kpop group member, and well, you were jumping from job to job and getting your phD in Business Management at the same time. It was hard to find moments to spare together during some periods of the year, but you guess the anticipation made your encounters better.

“Talk about anticipation” you slammed your forehead against your desk, taking a breather after such an anxiety packed situation. Short story: you got the job (for some fucking reason). And you had gone through a whole week of expectancy and anguish. Not getting that job would have broken your heart, and ego at the same time.

You guessed the law of attraction tactics Chaeryeong had taught you had sorted their effect and were what led you to your current position in life.

“Miss _____, your presentation’s ready” your work assistant gave you a comforting pat in the back as she took a seat somewhere next to you. You were nervous, shitless. It was your fifth week at the job, and being the proactive woman you were, you had collected lots of data in order to come up with a resources management plan.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and more than a hundred people sat in front of you, waiting for your speech. Including him, who you’d once bumped into accidentally during one of your data recollections runs inside the building.

You hated having the need to impress others yet, hence your anxious behaviour. But this was a decisive moment in regards to your validation in your new job and how you’d continue to be perceived during your work stance (no reason to panic at all)… you needed to get it together.

“I think I just pissed off a bunch of old men right now,” you told your assistant right after you got off stage. “I need a bathroom break”. Linh gave you a reassuring smile, one she always had plastered on her face.

“Take as long as you need to. I’ll give you a call once the rest are done”.

The commute to the bathroom was unnecessarily complicated in your opinion. You had spent a little over a month rushing through the hallways of the building and you swore every single day your spatial orientation got a bit more fucked up. There was no way there wasn’t a single bathroom on the floor you were in, that would just be atrocious. “It’s not completed yet” someone said beside you as you stared at the half empty map the company had projected on a wall next to the elevators. “Where do you need to go?”

Kim Taehyung of all people in the world was talking to your ugly and unworthy ass. Your breath caught in your throat and after staring for at least five seconds your body finally reacted to your orders. “Oh, um… the bathroom. I’ve been looking for it for a good ten minutes” you explained with a nervous laugh.

“Trust me, I get it. I still get lost over here” he smiled gently. “It’s in the hallway in the middle of the next hallway”

You laughed at his very ambiguous explanation. ��Thank you” you bowed your head and made your way to said destination.

It was in the hallway to your left, not your right, and it took you a while to figure out that new piece of information. Once you were staring at yourself in the mirror, you realized that you looked considerably tired and exhausted from all the social interaction you had undergone throughout the day. You were used to the side stares and whispering you’d get whenever you entered a room at that point, but some days you just wished you could get a break from them. After all, it wasn’t your fault you didn’t look Korean at all, and that you also didn’t fit the stereotype of a foreigner.

You got that from your mom, both the non Korean features and social fatigue. But that wasn’t even the problem most of the time, it was your friendly and smart nature which she had also passed onto you. Some would consider it a blessing, but to you it was a burden, like a clear glass that shielded you from introducing yourself into other people’s realities. You had few friends and people to trust, but in your everyday life you had to deal with the pressure of standing out too much and that came with a lot of negative energy from others. You sigh as you spray your favorite fragrance on yourself. You could be feeling like shit, but no one will ever catch you slipping.

But that excluded him apparently. You hadn’t noticed that on the other side of the hallway was the men’s bathroom and the realization hit you as you were calmly getting some tea from the vending machine. “Good afternoon” the man greeted you as he made his way out the hallway, but stopped in his tracks right after he noticed you. “_____! Hi” he smiled at you and you wanted to die, suddenly forgetting what you were ordering in the first place.

“H-hi Jungkook” You smiled back, poorly attempting to put your wallet back into your backpack.

“Need help there?” he noticed your agitated state and held your bag for you. He smelled just as heavenly as you had expected, somewhat between big dick energy and flowers. Oh, and he also remained as kind and polite as you remembered him.

Seeming as if he wasn’t planning on continuing his path to wherever he was heading to in the first place, he stood quietly by your side, waiting for you to be done with your deal. “How have you been?” you break the ice for him.

Quickly, you grab your tea and start walking back to the auditorium together, unaware of your surroundings or the suspicions that could arise. “Busy, but very good. How have you been? I saw your presentation earlier… I wish I understood half of what you said but you still sounded amazing”.

And you would never admit it out loud, but you were positive you were blushing (and falling in love too - platonically, of course). “Oh god, you think so? I basically told them they’ve been doing things wrong all along so maybe you’re the only one who’s appreciative of my work” you handed him the second can of iced tea you bought without him noticing. You swear his eyes lit up like stars in the night sky. “Payback for the other day” you smile at him.

The first time you two had crossed paths you didn’t look nearly as glamorous as you did now. In fact, you looked incredibly disturbed and in pain, carrying a huge pile of paperwork in your hands. But as soon as sweet Jungkook noticed your state, he offered you a hand and somehow ended up helping through your multiple data collecting trips that afternoon. It was a nice day.

“Anytime” he took the can in his hands with a shy look on his face. “Unless I’m practicing, you know…” you look down at his feet, with huge black boots engulfing them, and you smile due to their contrast with his personality. “Here, i’ll give you my number so you can call me whenever you need to put all those papers back. Hopefully I’ll be around” he added as he pulled his phone from his back pocket.

Way to get a girl’s number, my god.

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cacoetheswriting · 4 years

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nothing more - berlin

Warnings: just angsty really, a lil dom!Berlin Word Count: 1.2k Request By: anonymous: “angst. berlin and a female heist crew member!OC always banter but they have a lot of unresolved sexual tension and she does love him but before she can do anything he goes off with that hostage girl(idk her name)” A/N: Everything written in italics is a flashback/memory.

You watched as Berlin, the man you were so desperately and hopelessly in love with, disappeared into another room with one of the hostages. Ariadna was her name. A beautiful girl, just his type.

Your fingers curled by your side turning your hands into fists. Anger mixed with sadness over came you - the most dangerous blend. A lone tear escaped the corner of your eye. You wiped it quick, before anyone could notice.

Of course one person noticed. Berlin. From across the room, as he closed the door behind him, he observed for a brief moment as your hand travelled to your cheek in a desperate attempt to cover up your sadness.

A sigh escaped his lips but he shook the feeling of guilt away and shut the door.

You excused yourself and hurried out of the room. Your heart was racing in your chest, panic. Stumbling into the nearest bathroom, you walked up to the sink and splashed some cold water on your face. Why did you have to fall for that devilish man?

Memories came flooding as you starred at your own reflection. They hit you like a brick. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, to your first conversation, your first argument, the first time you kissed and the last.

“How can you even say that?” You asked in disbelief. “I am a world class dancer!” “Dancing around a pole doesn't make you world class.” Berlin teased. His eyes locked with yours, a sly smirk circling his lips. You scoffed, your mouth parting a tiny bit in shock.

“You did not just bring my past into this.” “Well, we’re talking about your dancing abilities and your past as a stripper factors into that. Does it not?” You furrowed your eyebrows wanting desperately to be mad at him. But how could you.

“Don’t worry girly.” Nairobi chimed in. Both of you turned to look in her direction. “Berlin’s just jealous he’s never seen you up on that pole.” She winked at Berlin who scoffed. “I have standards.” “So do I old man, but even I can't deny that I would happily slip some bills into her undies if I ever got the chance to see her perform.”

Her comment made you giggle.

“If we all make it out of this alive I promise to put on a private show for you Nairobi.” You shook your ass lightly in her direction as she placed her hand to her forehead, in a swooning motion.

Laughing, you glanced back at Berlin who’s eyes were glued to you. He licked his lips as his gaze travelled from your waist up your body, lingering a little too long around your chest area.

This is what your relationship consisted of. Inappropriate jokes, an extensive amount of teasing, undressing each other with your eyes, soft touches when no-one was looking, secret glances, and inappropriate comments. Nothing more.

It was quite sad really. The more you thought about it the more you realised if he was open to it, if he wanted you as much as you wanted him, you could let yourself go completely. You could be his. However, Berlin valued the mission more than anything and a relationship with you could comprise the mission.

With a soft smile you excused yourself. Your legs carried you back to your room where you spent the rest of that afternoon crying.

The days leading up to the heist were nerve-racking. Everyone sulked about the place unsure of what to do with themselves. Nothing seemed to be worthy of these last moments you’d share here in peace.

You spent most of your free time in your room reading. It was the only activity that seemed to keep from images of the older thief circulating in your brain. Images of him kissing you. Images of him undressing you. Images of his hands exploring your bod-.

A knock on the door brought you back to reality. You cursed under your breath, placed the book on the bedside table, and got to your feet.

Sure enough the man you wanted to avoid stood on the other side. He smiled. “I missed you.” “What do you want Berlin?” You asked rolling your eyes. He took a step inside and closed the door behind him. “It feels like I haven't seen you in a while. You know you are my favourite out of this sad bunch.” There was a suggestive tone to his voice.

“I’ve been busy.” You replied with a sigh.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Relaxing.”

“How’s that been going for you?”

“It was better when you weren't here.”

“Well, I can leave if you want me to. All you had to do is ask.”

He was now in front of you. Chest to chest. Your heart pounding; which he could most definitely feel. He smiled seductively. He brushed his fingers up your arm sending a wave of electricity down your spine as he leaned down, his face now inches away from yours. With one finger, he tilted your chin up to meet his hungry gaze. His hot minty breath hit against your lips. You swallowed hard.

“Please.” You managed to blurt out.

“Please what?” Berlin asked in a mere whisper.

“Ple-ease l-leave.”

“Is that what you really want Y/N?”

The sound of your real name coming out of his mouth was enough for you to melt away. You had no idea he even knew your real name.

“No-o.”

Berlin smirked. He placed his hands on your cheeks, cupping your face. His lips touched yours sensually; they were softer than you remembered. He he ran his tongue back and forth along the edge of your bottom lip, caressing it softly.

A moan escaped your mouth. The sweet sound was like music to his ears and he pressed into you harder, causing you to take a step back. You were now pressed against the wardrobe. No escape.

Both of your heads rotated to vary pressure, breaths heavy. Berlin’s hands moved from your face down your neck, fingers wrapped around it gently and he squeezed.

He released you slowly from his embrace and without another word walked out of the room leaving you breathless and alone.

You looked at your own reflection in the mirror wondering how the hell you became so infatuated by the dark haired man. Quickly, you wiped the tears from your face with your hand and took a couple of deep breaths.

Reality. It was time to return to reality.

Slowly, with your head down, you strutted out of the bathroom. As you ran your fingers through your hair, still not looking ahead, you collided with someone.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled under your breath and looked up to meet the person you walked into. “Berlin...” He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

A sigh escaped your lips. All you wanted was to get away from him, just for a moment, and yet he was everywhere you looked. “Shouldn't you be with Ariadna?” Her name came out like a sneer. Berlin didn't respond which made you roll your eyes.

“Excuse me.” You whispered and tried to push pass him but the older thief grabbed your arm. “Can we talk?” “Let me go.” You broke free from his grip and tilted your head slightly to meet his gaze.

“We have nothing to talk about. Nothing more. Not anymore.” And with that Berlin watched you walk away. A weird ache in his chest.

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agentnolastname · 3 years

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write the fluffiest shit you can pull out of masons ass for me i’m not ok need a cheer up and you’re gonna prescribe me my medicine thank h very much

Wear It Like A Promise

Pairing: Agent Mason x Detective Iris Decker (f!OC) | featuring toddler!Millie

Prompt: Mason realizes that his clothes are missing one by one. He finds out why and does something about it.

Word Count: ~1.7k

Note: Thank you for the ask @withbeautyandrage! I hope this is fluffy enough to cheer you!

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"Man, I'm so tired of you wearing the same clothes almost everyday," Felix sighs as he looks at Mason with what seems to be a frown as fake as his sigh, "Don't the agency give us enough allowance for that?"

Mason scoffs at this, and was just about to speak when a laugh tears from the other side of the room. Iris then strides through the doors with Adam following her closely from behind.

"Ask Adam the same thing."

"I would like to be excluded from this narrative." The commanding agent says, his eyes glaring at Mason's direction

At this, Iris finds herself laughing even more.

Oh, to be a human in the middle of this.

She shakes her head internally, making her way to the couch to sit beside her husband. Mason greets her with a smirk, gesturing for her to move closer. She responds to this by pressing her body to his side, she immediately felt his hand on her waist and a peck on her lips.

"Missed me?" Iris teased. Mason just shrugged at this.

"Iris, where did all his clothes go?" Felix asks, genuinely looking curious now.

"The laundry." She says and smiles, "It's not much, and they all look the same anyway."

"Yeah, you're right, you gotta buy him clothes that aren't maroon or black." Felix chuckles.

"Not everyone can be stylish, you know?" Iris teases Mason but he just shrugged at this. "I certainly don't mind his clothes though."

"Yeah, you like them off anyway."

"I think we've had enough of this conversation, don't you think so?" Nate suddenly chimes from the corner of the room.

Just then, Rebecca enters the room signalling for their meeting to start.

***

"Thank you so much for looking over her." Iris says as she gets Millie from Tina's arms. The toddler immediately lights up upon the sight of her parents.

"Oh, she's a sweet little girl." Tina says and smiles, "Besides, Cara here was having fun taking good care of her little 'sisters'"

Just then Cara comes up to the door, "Hi, Aunt Iris, and oh angry mister, hello!" Both Tina and Iris laughs at this.

"We should go now." Iris thanks Tina once again.

With their goodbyes now said, Mason follows Iris to the car, carrying Millie on his arms.

***

"Did you send the laundry out already?" Mason lays on the couch in their living room as he looks after Millie while Iris prepares for dinner. "Most of my clothes are missing."

"I already sent them out but it won't arrive until Monday." Iris shrugs and just continued preparing. It wasn't much since Mason only feeds on blood and Millie still eats baby food. So it is only her eating her awful cooking.

"Dada." Millie says suddenly crawling to Mason's way. The toddler smiles at him and tugs on his hands. He picks her up and placed her on his chest. "Gug, dada." (Hug, dad) She says and lodged herself on his chest. Mason's lips curled into a slight smile as he gently wraps one arm on his daughter.

"I didn't use a lot of clothes this week though. Where did they go?" Mason asked.

"You should ask your daughter."

"What can a kid even do with my clothes?"

"More than you can know." Iris just shrugs. "I'll let you discover it yourself."

***

It's night time. They are both preparing to sleep when Millie suddenly cried. Iris immediately sits up with wide eyes, suddenly remembering the fact that she forgot something.

"Shit." She says and immediately stands up from the bed, leaving Mason confused. Once she noticed this, she looked back at him and smiled. "You should go back to sleeping, I just forgot to put something in her crib."

"You sure you don't want me to do it instead?" He asked, worry evident in his voice. It must be because she haven't been sleeping much these days because of the training, and the increase of crime in wayhaven.

"I'm okay."

"Alright then." Mason just shrugs.

Iris leaves the room, but he noticed her getting something from their closet before she went out.

"Dada?" He heard from the radio a few minutes later. It was Millie's tiny sleepy voice. "Dada pwip." (Dad sleep) Mason gets up and decided to check on what is happening on the nursery.

Reaching the room in no time, he slowly and quietly opens the door, seeing Iris wearing his shirt and craddling their child to sleep. Mason relishes the sight, but he won't admit it anyway. So he just smirks and move to stand beside his wife.

"Can't put her to sleep on your own?" He teases, earning a frown from the woman.

"It wasn't my fault that she is such a daddy's girl." Iris says, rolling her eyes.

"I'll put her down, go sleep."

"No, i'm alright."

"You need it." Mason says, moving to stand in front of her now.

"I just don't want to give all the responsibility to you."

"And you are not. She is my child, as much as she's yours."

"Still-"

"Let's all just sleep together then." Mason cuts her off and takes Millie from her arms, exiting the nursery almost immediately and going back to their room.

Iris smiles as she watches Mason gently craddling Millie while walking. She follows them, not bothering to switch back to the shirt she was wearing earlier.

Together, they all slept wrapped in each other's warmth. And it was the first time Millie slept continuously the whole night.

***

The day ended pretty fast for both Iris since it was her day off and all she had to do is to bond with Millie. She's thankful that the toddler didn't make much fuss looking for Mason and pretty much just enjoyed playing with her toys. It was a wonderful day, well more so if Mason was there. Unfortunately, he had to drop by the agency today and do something.

"Hello," she smiles greeting Mason who had just entered their home. "How was your day?" She says and stands, approaching her husband just to give her a kiss.

"As usual." Mason says and shrugs. "It's already late, why are you two still up?"

"Millie was waiting for you."

"And you aren't?" Mason teased, pulling her into the couch to sit on his lap.

"You know it already." Iris says and laughs, and was about to kiss Mason when a tiny voice interrupted their moment.

"Dada. Mum mum." Millie says and smiles up at them, holding her hands out for them to reach. Iris laughs at this and gets off of his lap to carry the toddler and placed her to sit in the middle. "Pwip." (Sleep)

"Alright, let's tuck you to bed now." Iris says snd carries the child. Surprised at Mason standing up and following them behind.

"Go rest. I'll wait until she falls asleep." Mason says, leaving a quick kiss on her temple. Iris just nods and exited the nursery.

Walking into their bedroom, she realized that she forgot to take Millie's dirty bottles from the nursery so she went back immediately. Only to see Mason craddling their child in his arms, and talking with her using a gentle voice even Iris had rarely heard before.

"You make your mom lose sleep whenever you look for me. It's alright to have favorites but don't show her okay? She will be competitive." With a chuckle, Mason looks at his child closely, realizing just how much she looks like him, and really got nothing from Iris except the blonde hair. "I'm gonna give you something that will make you less of a whiner."

Iris watched as he reached for his pocket, bringing out a bracelet with what seems like a small crystal on it. He wraps it around Millie's right arm and the toddler laughs at this.

"You like it, sweetie?" Mason asks and brings Millie up just to look on her happy face.

"I think she does. Also, sweetie? Really?" Iris smiles and moves to sit on the chair's armrest, her side leaning against Mason's shoulder. "You got her a crystal."

"It has my scent." Mason says and she immediately understood what it meant.

A few minutes later, Mason is tucking Millie who is finally asleep under her blankets. Iris stands on the side, waiting for him to finish so they could both go back to their room. When he does, he saunters over her direction, wearing that smirk on his face.

"Think I had forgotten about you, sweetheart?" He suddenly says and his hand retrieves something from his pocket again.

It was a necklace, looking the same as his. A black chord with a crystal that hangs on it.

"What do I need that for?" Iris asks, looking confused.

"So you won't miss me anymore."

"I don't." Iris says defensively and rolls her eyes.

"Sure you don't." Mason chuckles, moving to put the necklace on her neck. And once he finally did, Iris felt something in her stirs, she isn't sure what, but it's not like she still needs to know. It's a gift from Mason, and she will always be thankful for it.

"And this what?" She asked holding the crystal in between her fingers.

"So you'll always have a part of me."

"What, are you now a crystal?" Iris says earning a scoff from the man that is standing in front of her. "Kidding aside, thank you." She says and slips her arms around his neck.

"I'll protect the both of you no matter what. I promise." Mason says, wrapping his arms around her waist. His smirk now long gone, and his eyes are looking at her with much intensity.

"I don't doubt that." Iris says and leans in to kiss him deeply. Only moving back a few seconds after. "She might wake up."

"She won't." Mason says and pulls Iris into their bedroom.

Iris wakes up the next day with dark circles around her eyes, going to work sleep-deprived.

END.

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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MS NIKKI, i have been all over the place since uni started but i promise i go to your blog everyday🥺🥺.

first off, THE ENDING OF DRUNK TEXTING ?? namjoonie is my bias, so i knew i would love it already. BUT YOUR AMAZING TALENT BUT NAMJOON ON A WHOLE NOTHER LEVEL BABY. oh my god, i am so amazed with it that i am a loss for words. i saw the notification pop up and i found a corner and read it. the amount of excitment that left my body ? 🥺🥺. i do know i am deeply in love with namjoon.

OKAY, AND THEN WE GET A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE OF YOU ?? did i mention i have your post notifications on ? BECAUSE I DO. YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL !! and i am in love with your new hair !! i lowkey for the longest time was thinking of doing that too but i knew it wouldn't match me. BUT YOU BABY THATS ALL YOU ❤️❤️❤️❤️.

a new lowkey drabble too ?? oh my god you are spoiling us. Lowkey is one of my favorite stories from you and the fact that we are getting drabbles. i love you ❤️.

and last but not least, daydream. i am super excited for this series to come out. i have been reading a lot of dad fics lately and this one is just 🥺🥺.

once again, thank you for being who you are and thank you for making my day!! i'll talk to you soon ms. nikki. ✨☺️

MY ANGEL, my sweet love! ohhhh pls, sending you so many good vibes for the start of school! i know you'll do well and kick ass though 😚

ahhhhh screaming!!! i'm really happy to hear all of this, from the bottom of my heart 😭 this was so sweet, you are too good to me!! but thank you for always supporting me and for showing me endless love!

first, really glad to hear you enjoyed the ending for drunk texting because that one was t o u g h lol. i was having a hard time writing that one, i wasn't even sure if it'd be okay in time, but i'm really happy it ended up being better than expected. we love our joonie, we love the respectable man he is and we love that he can finally be there with OC every step of the way, even as her friend first and foremost! they have things to work on, but we all know their love is pure. ♥️

second, kfjgoidgouia omfg pls YOU ARE SO CUTE. i took a leap of faith with this hairstyle lolol i also wasn't sure about this but my friend always does one hell of a job with my hair so i knew i could trust her with it!! thank you baby, you are so so cute and so kind. i appreciate you more than you know.

third, hehe yessssss a lowkey drabble! i had to post it pretty early before kook's birthday since i'm still planning to upload cloud 9 and into it this week. hope you enjoyed that one!! might be a bit till the next 😅

last, i'm incredibly excited to share what i have in store for daydream and yoongi + suki. i truly hope you all will love it just as much as i have fallen in love with them already. 🤧

thank you for everything love, this really made my day [week, even]. i hope you are doing well and taking it easy! get plenty of rest and stay hydrated. rooting for you always, you have all my love 🥰

#asks #xpeachesncream #jcsmae 💕#drunk texting mini series #lowkey drabble #daydream series

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ravensimps · 4 years

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The Trainee Ch2 (Dark!Bucky/OC/Dark!Steve)

I keep forgetting to mention I imagine Dark!Steve as bearded long haired Infinity War Steve.

WARNING MINOR THREAT!!

I'm woken up by someone banging on my door and its now daylight outside, I throw the covers off of my body with a groan and sleepily walk over to the door before unlocking it. As soon as the lock clicks the door is forced open and I am pushed back onto my bed.

I look up into the eyes of a very pissed off Cap "C-Cap? W-What did I d-do?!" I whimper moving back up the bed to the pillow area, He says nothing as he closes and locks the door again. He turns to me crossing his arms and leaning against the door "So you talk now? You wouldn't tell me your name but you told Bucky, Did you fuck him?" He asks dangerously calm, My jaw drops "What?! Of course not!" I yell eyes glowing and he looks...scary. He storms over to me pulling me off the bed and slamming me into the wall!

"Do not lie to me Sweetheart! Did you fuck Bucky?" He growls looking into my eyes "N-No we didn't do anything...He was nice to me and I felt I could tell him my name"His eyes soften as mine stop glowing "Good because you are mine and don't even think about running to Stark because he will take my word over yours...Am I understood?" He smiles leaning his forehead on mine "Y-Yes Cap" I'm so screwed! "Hmm call me Steve" He brushes his lips over mine "S-Steve" I almost whisper, He groans and crashes his lips onto mine. I gasp into it as he lifts me up forcing me to wrap my legs around him, He kisses down my neck nipping gently "Say it again" He mumbles into my neck "Steve" I whimper as he grinds his clothes crotch into mine "Fuck I love my name on your lips" He kisses me again before gently putting me down as someone knocks on the door.

I sit on the bed smoothing out my hair while he opens the door "Steve? Good morning, Is Raven ok?" I hear Wanda ask before she peeks around him "She's fine I woke her for you" I hear the smile in his voice before he walks out.

"Morning Wanda" I smile as she walks inside "Are you feeling better today? You look a little pale" She asks going to the closet "Y-Yeah a little" I clear my throat as she takes out an outfit and hands it to me "Good! Get dressed and we can get breakfast while we are out" She smiles, I nod going to the bathroom to change.

I change into the black skinny jeans, Grey over-sized sweater, and black wedge boots.

I walk back into the room "Wanda? How do these fit? They aren't mine" I ask head tilted "Stark sent Nat to get them while I got you for dinner, There's a small store around the corner so it didn't take her long...She is scarily good at guessing people's clothing sizes" She smiles "Oh? I mean she did a great job" I laugh a little as I brush my hair "She'll be happy to hear that, Should we get going?" She asks standing up "Of course" I smile and follow her out.

We got breakfast and did way more shopping than I am comfortable with "Are you sure we didn't buy too much?" I ask sipping my caramel frappe and getting out of the car "Stark told me to spoil you, He seems to have a soft spot for you. So no I don't think it's too much" She shrugs using her powers to carry the bags inside the Tower "At least let me carry 1?" I smile reaching for a bag but she moves it higher away from me "Nope!" She giggles as we walk by the training room.

Bucky and Steve are sparring inside and my eyes instantly become glued to them "Wanna watch them for a bit?" She asks noticing I stopped "Can we?" I smile excitedly "You go sit and watch them, I'll take your bags to your room and come back for you" She walks off and I shyly walk inside the room, Both men stop and turn their attention to me as I sit down on a bench.

I give them a small wave and they both smile at me "Looks like we have an audience Stevie, Should we give her a show?" Bucky smirks as I sip my coffee "Sure you want me to kick your ass in front of a pretty girl?" Steve laughs patting Bucky's arm, I feel my face get very hot as Steve flashes me his charming smile "Bring it old man" Bucky laughs putting Steve in a headlock, Steve twists out of it before knocking Bucky on his ass. Bucky elbows Steve in the ribs before getting back up and tackling him to the floor, The start rolling around throwing punches and kicks before getting up and going back and forth for a while.

I cross my legs honestly feeling a little flustered watching them, They may be a bit messed up but they are also both very attractive...What the hell is wrong with me? Bucky gets up and winks at me "Wanna try sparring with me Doll?" He smirks making me choke on my coffee "N-No thank you B-Bucky" His eyes seem to darken as soon as his name left my mouth, Steve gets up and walks closer to me "Maybe you should try it, We still don't know what you can do" He smiles down at me, As I am about to protest the door opens and Stark smiles at Steve "Capsicle with me now" Stark smiles at me before walking out with Steve, I nervously sip my coffee as Bucky kneels on the floor in front of me.

I shakily put my coffee down and smile at him "H-Hi" He smirks eyes dark "Why was Steve in your room this morning?" He suddenly asks making me sigh "Nothing gets past you does it?" I groan sass evident in my tone, I immediately tense up as he glares at me "Tell me the truth and I'll let that slide Doll" He takes my hand gently but there is nothing comforting about it, My heart is pounding.

"H-He asked i-if you and I f-had s-sex, I told him no...That's all" my voice cracks making him sigh and pulls me into a standing position with him "You let me down Doll" He growls pulling me into the middle of the room with him "B-Bucky please" I whimper looking at him innocently, He stands not too far away from me and smirks "I have an idea, I'll ask you again and if you continue to lie to me? I will throw this knife at you...How good is your dodging?" He starts twirling the knife in his hand "Are you insane?! I told you the truth! I can't dodge a knife! I've never been in a real fight in my life!" My eyes glow and he smirks "Well you better hope your 'powers' come out to play" He clears his throat as I start shaking "What happened between you and Steve?" He asks preparing to throw a knife, I am in the worst position possible! Am I more afraid of Steve or Bucky...Steve doesn't have a knife ready to throw at me, I growl in frustration "Fine! He kissed me! Happy now?!" I snap, He stops twirling the knife and walks over to me "Did you like it?" He asks gently dragging the knife down my cheek "Y-Yes" I whimper as he drags it over my throat "Hmm Did you like mine?" He asks applying more pressure "Yes" I whimper again as he removes the knife "I have 1 more question Doll, Are you a virgin?" I choke on my own saliva "W-Why would y-you ask m-me that?!" I stutter through coughing "Simple question Doll, Answer it and maybe I'll tell you why I asked" He looks into my eyes and my heart pounds even more "Yes Bucky I am a virgin" I whisper and I swear his eyes actually light up this time "Well this changes everything" He smiles almost crazily "Why did you ask?" I step back from him a little "Because now I need to keep Steve away from you until I have my fun" He puts the knives away and I am so confused!

"Oh! You're still here!" Wanda yells walking into the room "Of course, What took you so long?" I laugh walking over to her "I put your clothes away" She smiles "You didn't have to do that" I mumble as she leans closer to me "Do you like him?" She whispers and I see Bucky listening "I just met him...I mean he's definitely attractive" I blush as I see him smirk "Well just an FYI he is single" She giggles, The door opens and Stark walks in followed by Steve.

"Barnes there will be no sparring with Raven until we have at least some idea of her power. Raven so far all we know is your eyes glow with emotion, Have you ever done anything we should take note of?" Stark smiles at me and I can feel Steve's eyes burning a hole through me "Um...The only power I'm able to use easily is Telekinesis" I look down "Can you show me?" Stark asks excitement evident in his voice. I nod and use my power to bring 1 of Bucky's knives to my hand, I spin it around my body and send it back to the shelf.

I hazard a look at Bucky and I know the minute we are alone again I am dead, Wanda looks very shocked "Don't give me that look, I said I would take my bags" I laugh "B-But you didn't tell me you could actually use any of your powers!" She smiles almost bouncing on the spot "Yeah Doll, Why didn't you mention this sooner?" Bucky asks standing beside Steve "W-Well I just got here yesterday...And I don't really use it" I shrug immediately regretting it as he glares "This is great! With some combat training you may be able to join us soon!" Stark claps "M-Maybe" I mumble as Steve pats my shoulder "With this new development maybe Raven should train with Bucky and I? If she throws us across the room it won't do as much damage as it would to say Nat or Clint, We can train her better than anyone and you know I'm right Tony" Steve flashes me that charming smile again making my heart race, Stark pinches the bridge of his nose "Raven, Are you ok with this? Be honest" I feel Steve firmly squeeze my shoulder "S-Sounds fun" I smile, Stark groans "Both of you go easy on her or I swear I will have you de balled" I giggle a little "I'll take Raven to her room, We did a lot of shopping and I'm sure she needs to rest a little" Wanda smiles and pulls me out of the room with her.

End of chapter 2! Please tell me what you think!

-Ray

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creaturedom · 4 years

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Dinner Rush

Listen, listen, I’ve had these OCs and this idea in my head for a while, now y’all gotta deal with them. Forgive me for the length I just got real excited about it 🧡

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It was a warm evening, the streets packed with cars glistening under street lamps and people wandering about with friends, all with wide eyes and rolling laughter. Now that summer had rolled along this beach town was filled with tourists, all eager to get away from their mundane cities and live life to the fullest. Which, in Beto’s case, meant it was a full house at the restaurant.

Beto was a slender man with short, curly brown hair with some lighter brown highlights to it, while along his jawline he kept a nicely maintained scruff of hair against tanned skin. His eyes were a darker brown, but they seemed to have a certain glint of color whenever exposed to the light. He was never one to openly complain or make a fuss out of things, and overall most liked him for his calm demeanor and almost lazy smile. Always quick to fulfill everyone’s needs and eager to ensure things went smoothly, lest his manager Valencia catch wind of a table meltdown or employee scuffle. Normally he would have been left to greet customers and show them to their tables, but he found himself blinking in surprise as Valencia shoo’d him from the front counter.

“Gina just jumped ship, I need you to serve up top tonight.”

“What..?” He put aside the menus he was holding, but before he could ask more the manager waved her hands dismissively.

“Bitch said something about her gerbil, ran off crying like usual, don’t have time to be pissed about it! Can I count on you? Please, I can’t afford to lose anyone else tonight.” He scanned the worried look on the woman’s face and gave his usual lazy smile, rolling up his sleeves as he spoke.

“I won’t let you down, Val.” This calmed her down enough to smile at least before she shoved a notebook and pen into his hands and shoo’d him along. “Keep service quick, we’ve already got a big party seated up there so good luck!” And with that he gave her a polite wave and made his way upstairs.

Much to his delight, the top floor was already brightly lit by the hanging lights around the parameter. Each season the restaurant took great strides in giving the rooftop a different theme, complete with heaters in case it got too cold, and nice decor to give things a splash of color. This season, he found himself staring in awe at large flower arrangements, filled with things like Chrysanthemums and Sweet Peas, as well as others that he couldn’t recall seeing before. Their petals shook with a gentle breeze, and he found himself closing his eyes with a soft sniff to take in the aroma around him. Simply gorgeous... But, he had a job to do, and he could already see the large table waving him down. With a smile he strode over, the smell of the flowers hitting him much better now that he was closer.

“Buenas noches, and welcome to La Fuente! I’ll be your server tonight, you can call me Beto. Is there anything I can get you guys started with..?” He looked over the eager faces with his usual smile and began writing down each drink order. As he listened though he found himself sniffling lightly, a curious tickle appearing in his nose. He wiggled it a bit in hopes it would pass, but it was steadily becoming a prickle, and a distracting one at that. “Ah, pardon, what was that..?” He asked with a scrubbing of his nose.

“Are the sangrias any good?” He glanced over to a man sitting at the end of the table, short red hair cropped and styled into a neat fohawk and thick eyebrows raised slightly to punctuate the question. He couldn’t help but notice the deep blue in his eyes and the more square jaw, he was quite handsome. Beto smiled back despite another sniffle and nodded “Y—Yes, the kitchen just got a new wine and it’s to die for, fresh pears, some grapes, crih... Crisp...” With no more warning than a finger raised he hid his face behind the long notebook and dipped back with a loud “ghhTSHhh!”

Quick to recover he popped back up with a soft laugh and smile, waving the notebook in front of his face “‘Scuse me! Crisp pink lady apples, I just saw them come in today.” The man seemed to be interested, but he lingered a moment before nodding and popping up the menu again.

“Yeah, sounds good, I’ll take that. And bless...” Beto beamed at this and dipped his head respectfully “Thank you, and I’m sure you’re gonna love it! Now, anyone decide on appetizers, or entrees? We have a few new specials..” Beto swung himself back into the usual routine pretty cleanly in his opinion, but the tickle wasn’t going away just yet. He would start listing off some ingredients or answering a question and in between his breath would start hitching lightly while a glazed look in his eye set in. Worst still he couldn’t help feeling self conscious, a couple of them were exchanging looks, but none were really staring like the man across the table. Not that he could blame him, but he couldn’t really control it, and eventually he dipped behind a menu like he’d done before “H-Hih-! Gtschhhh! Hih’ktsschxx! Hihh..... S-So sorrhITSCHHH!” A few people at the table winced sympathetically and offered a few blessings, but he didn’t have the heart to look them in the eye. An embarrassed blush was appearing on his cheeks, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what was overwhelming him. “I-I’ll get right on this, I’m so sorry.”

He rushed downstairs and placed the ticket on the counter, scrambling into the kitchen despite some confused squawking from coworkers. He ripped a few paper towels off and rushed into a corner near the oven, body shuttering with a sharp gasp as he buried his face deep into the rough material “Huh’Resshh! Hah—Esshhh- kshh!”

“Hey, hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The sous-chef grabbed him by the collar to tell him off, but his face only buried deeper into the paper towels, tears starting to spill from now red rimmed eyes “Huh’tschhhh! Hah-! Esshhhh! Heh’tschhhh!”

Some of the line chefs paused to check out the display before them, all murmuring something about what was going on and some questioning if he was alright. But the man holding him was scowling, and called overhead “Val, get his ass out of the kitchen!”

“What?” The manager stormed in just in time to see two more sneezes rip through Beto, wincing a bit when he finally raised his face enough to show how flushed it was “What the fuck- did you come to work sick? What’s wrong with you, you said you could handle things!”

His mouth gapped, but he lost this battle before it could even begin “I-I—I’b dot—gUH’TSCHHhhh!!” Just barely he shoved his face into the paper towels, and the sous-chef was quick to shove the waiter in her direction. Valencia was less than pleased, but she at least took him by the shoulders and guided him to the employee restroom, shouting over his sneezing to get back to work.

Once inside she waited for him to let out one more sneeze before taking his face in her hands, feeling against his cheeks, forehead, and neck “Okay, no fever, not clammy yet... Your eyes are looking a little puffy though, ugh. Why the fuck didn’t you call in sick?” In all honesty, it broke his heart she would even ask that. He had felt just fine beforehand, she saw he was fine! Holding up a finger to pause this conversation he looked away to blow his nose, wincing as the paper scraped against the sides of his reddened nostrils and a pressure built under his eyes.

“M’not sick,” he insisted “I was doing fine and then all of a s-suhhh... Sudden my nose started to t-tihhih— tickle...”

“Then are you getting sick, do I need to send you home?” Her words were sharp, but there was a clear worry in her eyes as she looked over him. These two had been working together for years, she knew this wasn’t like him “What set you off?”

“I... I don’t know...” Beto admitted, deflating with a light sniffle “Please, whatever it is, don’t send me home yet. I can finish at least a c—couple-” he raised the paper towels once more, but when nothing came he let out a shaken sigh “Just a few more tables... Please, it’s packed tonight. I can’t strand you with this.”

He could see it on her face. A genuine flash of worry, anger, and consideration. So much was going through Valencia’s mind, and the most he could do was look to her pleadingly. When she finally spoke again it was with a heavy sigh and a pointed finger pressed against his chest “You get a few more tables. I’ll help out up top where I can, but if you can’t get this under control I’m sending you straight home. If for a second you feel about ready to drop, you tell me and head right home. Understood?”

His face managed to light up, and with a nod in agreement to her, she merely patted his shoulder and walked out. Alright, if he was gonna stay, he needed to get cleaned up first.

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At first things were looking up. After a quick wash of his face and another nose blow he was back to serve his previous tables and greet new customers. At the table where it all began, a few of the guests asked if he was feeling alright, to which he assured it was only a mild tickle and apologized. But, there was two things he couldn’t shake.

The first was a low buzzing sensation in the back of his sinuses. He managed to get it together in the bathroom and even stave off the tickle, but the longer he was up here the more he was feeling it build. And the other, was the gaze of the blue eyed guest. Every now and again while serving drinks and bringing food they would happen to catch a glimpse of one another, always when Beto least expected it.

When he rubbed his nose, when he was sniffling under the cover of chatter, there was the man’s eyes again. They didn’t feel judgemental by any means, but there was something there as they would both glance away rather quickly. What a mess he must have looked...

“Excuse me, sir?” Beto’s attention snapped back to said table and, much to his dread, it was the blue eyed man again. Beto’s cheeks carried a light blush as it caught him off guard, but he quickly shook it off to be near him with the usual lazy smile.

“Yes, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Maybe, but um, seems a little silly.” The waiter tilted his head at this but merely grinned, internally cursing as he felt the tickle slowly build further “N... Nonsense sir, your comfort is our priority. Another drink maybe, some sides..?”

“No, no, I.. I was curious about these.” The pale man reached over to one of the smaller flower arrangements on the table, holding it up to the other “Any idea what these are called?”

“Oh! They’re quite beautiful, aren’t they? Let’s see, ah... Chrysanthemums, a little Sweet Pea, which I always think would look like actual peas, but they’re just pretty flowers?” Beto chuckled at this and pointed to a few others “For sure sunflowhh... S-Sunflowers, but I don’t...” Oh no, not again. He tried to sniff sharply, but the fragrance of the flowers only seemed to make it worse. The customer, on the other hand, filled in the blank.

“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out these ones,” he pointed to a few more vibrant flowers, a deep burgandy and orange “At first I thought they were Zinnias, but the way the petals fall they’re so much closer... They’re all over the place, but I can’t say I’ve seen them before.” As he man looked back to his waiter he blinked calmly, watching as Beto hid the lower half of his face behind his notebook and watery eyes screwed shut.

“Th—They’re gorgeous, but I c-can’t... Can’t-!” With a sharp gasp he bent to the side, trying desperately to stifle “HIH’TXxxx! G’htsxx! H-Hih... Hah-! Huuh’tschhhh!” He tried to look back to the man to apologize, but the oberwhelming smell and sharp tickle threw off all concentration, and he was helpless to do more than double over again, catching his face in the crook of his elbow as two sudden, wet sneezes burst from him “Hih’pTSCHHhh! E’TSCHhh..!”

The sneezes left his ears ringing, he could hardly hear the sympathetic blessings offered from the table over the crowd’s usual chatter. Unsure what else to do he simple rushed off from the table, going to the closest restroom he could to ride out the fit.

The first sneeze struck just as he opened the door, then again half way in, and ended with him desperately clinging to a sink as they continued to tumble through his system. His eyes stung, he could hardly catch his breath between harsh sneezes, but worst of all, he knew deep down this was it. He had to admit something was wrong, and his manager would find out any minute. As he blindly reached for paper towels to wipe the mess now dripping from his nostrils, the door swung open with a slight squeak. Oh, wonderful.

But there was no disgusted noise, at least not that he noticed as he gave a gurgling blow into the rough paper. Instead, he was met with a firm hand on his shoulder, and what sounded like a rattling bottle.

“I’m sorry, I can’t take it anymore.” Confused, Beto wiped his eyes, seeing before him a clear bottle filled with long white pills. Blinking softly he looked up, far too drained to do more than stare in a daze at the one who offered them. The man with the red fohawk and bright blue eyes. Only this time, they were much softer, full of a sympathy he never would have expected from a stranger “I promised my sister I wouldn’t say anything, but you’re really dying out there. I was hoping you’d give up and take a break, but... Now I just figure you don’t know what you’re dealing with.”

“Wha..?” Beto took the pills from the man and scrubbed his eyes to get a better look at them. Off-brand antihistamines. At first he opened his mouth to question it, but as realization struck, it closed again. Though the man merely smirked, a bit playfully, and continued.

“Allergies, Einstein. From the look of it, bad ones at that...”

“I... I don’t understand, I‘ve never hahh... Ngh, had allergies..”

“Actually,” he corrected “you just didn’t know you did. It’s cool man, I’ve got some bad allergies myself, so I assumed you just didn’t want to admit to it. But turns out you’re just dealing with a flower you haven’t had the pleasure of smelling yet...” As if out is sympathy the man scratched the side of his own nose, sniffing a bit with a chuckle.

“I doped myself up long before I got here, but I don’t mind sharing with a guy in need...” There was a certain relief to hearing the other say that. If it was allergies it could be cured, the endless sneezing could stop. Not hesitating a moment he took out a couple pills out and downed them, using the sink to get some water and grimacing at the taste. After, he turned to the man with a relieved sigh and handed him back the bottle.

“Sir, I can’t thank you enough. Can I get you a free drink, maybe your meal on the house? I feel awful f-for hhh... How I’ve been all night..” The man smiled at Beto and shook his head, pocketing the precious pills in his jacket. “No way, I just wanted to help a good guy out. And you’ve been holding up great all evening, it was just my dumbass that pushed you over the edge.”

The two of them laughed at this, though Beto’s was a bit hoarse at this point. As things settled though the man paused, putting a hand on his shoulder again “Though... I wouldn’t complain if I maybe got one thing...” His attention caught, Beto straightened up a bit.

“And... What would that be, sir?”

“... Your number, maybe?” There was a long silence that hung in the room. At first the other man felt it was due to it being a ridiculous request, but as he saw Beto’s already red face grow redder, he knew it just needed a moment to process.

“... W... We can... Trade...” Oh god, was that stupid? It felt a little stupid as Beto watched the man snort out a laugh, but when he took the notbook from his hands and started writing, suddenly everything shifted. The two of them wrote on the same piece of paper, Beto being careful to rip off his number and hand it over to the kind man.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you around then, Beto..” The waiter’s knees felt weak as the man smiled, god he smiled with his eyes, they just lit up the whole room in such a quick moment.

“W—Wait, what’s your name?” He called right as the man reached the door, another pause before he came back with that smile. He wasn’t taller than Beto, but in this moment the waiter felt like they were on the same level as his heart skipped a beat.

“Lucas Beckett. Everyone calls me Lu though.”

“... B... Beto Perez...” The two of them stood there grinning for a while, and when satifsied Lu nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, already turning for the door “I’ll see you around, Beto. Let me know when your schedule is free, alright?”

“Sure thing..” And just like that the handsome man was gone. He needed a bit to blow his nose and wipe up his face, but there was a new excitement in his body that he couldn’t describe. Mr. Lucas Beckett... Beto’s mind was swimming with ideas about him, and for a moment he wondered if it really happened, if the man was truly thinking of him like that.

“Hih’tSCHHhhhh!”

Apparently so.

#creaturedom #sneeze fic #Beto #Lucas #allergies #sneezing #pollen #Valencia #my ocs #Dinner Rush

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lowkeyaesthvtic · 5 years

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Evil Karma - Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Word Count: 1,922

Summary: Sofi’s feeling a bit angry, but that anger turns to fun when she realizes the Isle has a special visitor

Pairings: OC x platonic!Gil, mention of Ben x Mal, mention of Jay x Carlos

Rating: T

Warnings: swear words, violence, murder, blood but not gory, choking kinda?

Tags: @descendantofthesparrow @hookedradge @newtshairdryer @curse-brekker @amityravenclawelf AND @batmanwearsabowtie bc they’ve been such an active/amazing follower and I love them with all my heart.

The Isle is usually quieter when night falls. The day had gone by incredibly quickly and it was quite busy to say the least. I looked down at my bronze timepiece. Good, I still had about 15 minutes to get back to the Chip Shoppe before Harry would overworry and send Gil and the crew to get me. It’s not something that I entirely believed he would live up to, especially considering that he’d have to ask Uma first. Still, there was that slim chance that she would permit it. I didn’t think I would have to tell them, but I’m not some kind of princess that needs to be looked after constantly. Was there a chance that my episode in Uma’s room had changed their opinion on that?

I don’t need protection anymore! I had to teach myself nearly everything I knew after realizing that my demonic excuse for a dad wasn’t going to teach me shit. I know a dagger so well that one swift flick of my wrist could slice even the toughest skin as easily as a letter opener would tear a piece of paper! I can fire an arrow from the highest point of the Isle and still hit my target square in the eye! I’ve got the venom of a cobra and the tongue of a rattlesnake luring its prey! The little girl who got scars and bruises and tossed around like a worm on a hook died when she slipped that bottle of thick, black Dreamshade poison into her father’s wine. I will do absolutely anything to prove that.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips when I saw Gil at a pickled egg stand in the marketplace. The bone-thin, wrinkled lady running said stand was giving him quite some trouble. “Get this through your thick skull, kid! These eggs ain’t free!” The voice was nasally, overly crisp, and far too forward for the woman to be anybody other than -

“Yzma, Uma said that I get these for free!” Gil continued slipping the thick yolks into the basket. This was exactly the opportunity I needed. I quickly rushed to Gil’s side and place my hand on his shoulder, leaning onto him.

“Hey Gil, is everything okay? I see you’re out for pickled eggs again.” He looks at me with the eyes of a confused puppy. Gil and I hadn’t spent a lot of time together outside of shifts at the Chip Shoppe, but he was someone I wanted to protect. His loyalty towards Harry and Uma is as indestructible as a diamond and as never ending as the open sea. He showed this ray of sunshine type of kindness but Harry and Uma know there’s a sliver of evil somewhere. Maybe I know it’s there too, but I’ve yet to see it. So, for now, I want to protect him.

“Uma said I get these eggs for free!” He looked over to Yzma, a soft yet angry expression forming on his face. “This empress won’t let me take them!” I looked to him, exaggerated shock and hurt in my eyes. Then, I turned my attention to the wrinkled witch in front of us.

“You can go and tell that pirate rat that her words don’t mean shit to me! You pay for the eggs or I throw you to the fish! You hear that, kid?” I wrap my fingers around the handle of my dagger, getting ready for a quick fight. Fire bubbled in my chest and I could feel my smile widening with a sense of madness. Since arriving on the Isle, I tried my best to keep a calm composure. But in cases like this, how else is one supposed to show that they’re not to be messed with?

“Oh, she’s not gonna like the sound of that. Come on, empress, you should know more than anybody how annoying it is when one doesn’t listen to the woman in charge..right?” Yzma gave me a scowl that was semi-threatening at the most.

“I’ve seen you riding around here. You think that just because you’re on the pirates’ good side that people will forget how much of an outsider you are? I’ll break you the news, girl. You can parade around with two buff pirates at your hip and a fancy dagger in your pocket...but it ain’t gonna bring those kids back from the dead.” Before she could let out another word, I remove my dagger from my left pocket and slash her left arm. A crimson trail starts leaking down the small, skinny limb as she goes to grab the arm in pain. I press the dagger against her throat, pushing up her head so I can see the fear and pain starting to taint her eyes.

With a maniacal laugh, I leaned in close and lower my voice. “Oh PLEASE say that again. I haven’t spilled some blood in quite a bit.” I look behind me to see Gil in a way that I hadn’t seen often. His eyes were slightly widened, possibly in shock of what I was about to do. There was a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Not a teasing kind of playful like Harry’s, but like the playful smile of a kid who had found their way into the cookie jar. “You’ll get your eggs, Gil, don’t worry. We just may have to throw a body in the ocean afterwards.”

With the fear in her eyes growing stronger and more blood spilling out of her bony arm, Yzma makes an attempt at a soft smile. “You know what? Maybe giving free eggs to a regular customer isn’t such a bad idea after all...at least somebody would be eating them, right?” Fear shook her voice until it was a quivering mess. The old skeleton of a woman tried everything she could to hide it. It was a valid attempt, I’ll give it that.

“You see, Yzma? Was that so hard?”

“I did what you asked, girl. Now let go of me!”

I tsked in disappointment and began to tighten my grip on the dagger. I pushed the blade closer to her throat, hearing her breath hitch as she began to lose control. I wasn’t going to let anybody condescend me. Nobody will ever be allowed to make me feel like a street rat ever again! I will make sure of it. “I would...but you pissed me off, empress. Not only did you insult my Captain, but you disrespected my boys. Nobody does that and survives the night. So...Yzma..any last words?” She attempts to speak, her voice coming out much in a much raspier tone than usual. “Oh, that’s right. You can’t talk. Oh well.” With a quick swing of my arm, her skin is broken and blood begins to spray from her throat. Her weak body immediately falls to the ground as she attempts to save herself. But the attempt is futile, and after a minute or so of meaningless flailing, her body goes limp. I look up to Gil with an innocent smile and gently place my hand on his shoulder. “There you go, Gil. She won’t be bothering you anymore. Now come on, let’s go home. I’m sure Harry and Uma are expecting both of us.”

As Gil and I began walking, I feel a harsh bump against my right shoulder. Out of instinct, I pick up my dagger once again and pin it to the man’s throat. Almost immediately, I realize who he is. His hair was light and long enough to nearly cover his light brown eyes. He carried the aura of weakness, of pity and mercy. The thought of it made me sick. “Well, look who we have here. Another street runt that doesn’t know how to watch where they walk.” It’d be perfect to play dumb. Nobody on Auradon had seen my face before. The four VKs who attacked Neverland were gone by the time I made the portal to escape. None of them knew who I was, so it’d be perfect logic to pretend I didn’t know them. But I knew, and I knew well.

“Hey man, hey! H...hey, hey I know you!” I look over to Gil, a grin tugging at the corner of my lip. We had found the King, and if we could find a way to distract the entourage behind him, we could snatch him up.

“Uh, no...don’t know you either, man.” Ben replied, choking out his words through the firm grip my dagger had on his skin. The three around him were nervous, but they did a lot better at keeping a calm composure. It was easy to tell that they used to have a life here.

“Uh, yeah you do. Come on man, really? Dude, I’ll give you a hint. My dad is quick...slick...and his neck...huhhh..is incredibly thick.” Gil points to his neck as if to give some kind of demonstration. I keep the dagger hilted but look over my shoulder to speak to him.

“Gil. Really?”

“Why doesn’t he know me? Everybody knows me…” Gil asks, a little twinge of both confusion and sadness in his tone.

“Gil, of course he knows you. He’s lying to you to save his ass. You know him too..right?” Gil took a longer look at Ben, racking his brain to come up with a name, but there was nothing. “Gil. Come on, use your brain.”

“My dad said I don’t have one of those.”

I rolled my eyes and pointed to a nearby poster of Ben and Mal, which had been tagged with our crews’ own ‘we ride with the tide’ tagline. “Then at least use your eyes!” Gil pointed back in forth between the poster and Ben. The entourage surrounding Ben followed Gil’s gaze as he looked back and forth.

Finally, his eyes widened in recognition and with a gasp, Gil spoke up. “Oh! You’re King Ben!” The four of them immediately tried to reject the claim, but it was far too late. “Yeah, no..you’re totally King Ben! And J-Jay, Carlos, Evie, hey guys!” The three of them stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“King Ben, huh? I had a run in with your girlfriend earlier..or should I ex-girlfriend? A bit of trouble in paradise?”

“Mal and I aren’t broken up.”

“Why else would she come to the Isle, huh? She’s not welcome here anymore, and there is no way that Uma would give her back her old territory.” I lowered my dagger. King Ben would be an essential tool in my plan with Uma, just not yet. Not when he has an army around him ready to fight. I looked up at Ben and slowly brought my finger to his neck, wiping off the blood that my dagger painted onto him. “Well then, welcome to the Isle, your majesty. Enjoy your stay.” I mockingly bowed and extended an arm away from the stand. The blue haired girl, who I now knew as Evie, grabbed him by the back of his shoulders and lead him away. Jay and Carlos soon followed, their hands interlocked to as a way of affectionate protection. I looked over to Gil as they left, he soon smiled and jumped up and down in excitement.

“Oooh! Uma’s gonna love this!” He taps me on the shoulder and turns toward the direction of the Chip Shoppe. “Last one to the Chip Shoppe is a bucket of shrimp!” He shouts giddily, and I run alongside him back home.

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dancing-deacon · 5 years

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Mistakes

BoRhap!John Deacon x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

(A/N) Y’all better not come for me for hurting my boy Deaky like this, I already hate myself for doing this to him lol. But I had this idea...may or may not be kinda based off a true-ish story...but anyways I really like this. So, enjoy this angst and saucy stuff, also I know this is hardcore out of character for Roger sorry lol I’m not good with making up OC’s. My messages and inbox always open as usual! If you like please reblog!

Warnings: NSFW at parts, smut, cheating, fluff, angst, swearing, alcohol, backstabbing, this story has it all

Words: 3.2K

Holding your hand up in a fist, shaking, you only need to knock on the door. Your ghostly knuckles rest against the door and you glaze over, thinking about how many time you’ve entered John’s flat and how this last time it will be to break his heart.

You throw back another shot, having lost count a while ago.

“I shouldn’t have agreed to date him, we are so different. He’s...safe. He’s the nice guy.” This came out as mocking. You slump back on the sofa against Roger.

“You’re more badass, maybe the contrast is good.” Roger tries to persuade you, knocking past another drink of his. More than he can count on one hand.

Ignoring him completely, you spew out “He was my closest friend, I felt bad saying no! Plus, I thought I’d lose him altogether, along with you and Brian and Freddie if I didn’t.” You point last him at the door of your flat as if the rest of the guys were there with you. “Plus he kept asking me out, maybe I was desperate? I don’t know.” You try to validate your feelings, as you have been for a while.

“Don’t try to force anything, and you won’t lose us, I promise.” Roger meant this. He stands up shakily, pulling you up after him.

“Thanks, Rog,” you and Roger lean into a hug, you both supporting each other barely able to see straight. You wobble and nuzzle your face into his neck, breathing out into his collarbone. Roger kisses your forehead in an endearing way. Your hands roam to his face, and you glance up at him. His blue eyes seem to beg for you, even though his face showed pity on you and your situation.

Roger moved his hands clumsily across your back, stopping right above the waistband of your pants.

In response to his forehead kiss you lightly brush your lips below his ear, he lets out a small breath, as if to urge your further.

Without thought, you pull his face towards yours slowly, forehead resting on his, enticing him further. You stare at his lips, thin and shiny from the last sip of vodka he had.

Roger is dazed by the dirty thoughts he’s had about you since Deaky first brought you into the group. The right black skirt you had worn with a white fur coat. He wanted you to be wearing that, and only that. He moves his hands down across the curves of your ass, gripping them lightly, biting his lip as he gets distracted by your lips, puckering slightly. You leans in as response. The feeling of his lips on yours makes your stomach burn. Roger was a risk. He was what you needed.

You grab his hair and push his face even harder into yours, begging him for more attention.

Roger picks you up with no trouble, never breaking his tongue from yours. Carrying you across your flat into your bedroom he tosses you onto the bed. You lay there heaving your chest, “Mm, Roger,” you moan out as he stands over you at the edge of the bed.

Roger slips off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. His chest muscles were toned and prominent, more so than John’s. It made you thirsty, craving the rough satisfaction that you know Roger will give you, rather than John who was always gentle and giving. You lean up on your elbows and grab Roger’s belt, pulling him on top of you clumsily. You knock your head into his shoulder, making the room spin more than it already was. You search for his face to connect with yours again. Roger finds yours first, grabbing you hair and pulling your head back away from him, he brushes his lips across yours, pulling back your head when you try to kiss him again, teasing, making your body grind into his in protest.

Your hands start fumbling with his belt, shaking in anticipation of the large bulge in his pants, aching to be satisfied by you.

“Off,” is all Roger can demand out tugging at your top, briefly removing his mouth from the side of your neck, away from the bruises he was leaving in a trail down to the collar. He pulls off your top and swiftly removes your pants, hunger overcoming him for your body.

You loved the demand, Roger wanted to be satisfied, there was no barrier. You were both wasted, wanting your thirst to be quenched.

Roger helps you guide his pants down, showing off his length, “oh fuck,” you gasp out, shocked by what the drummer has been hiding all this time. Roger gives a smirk, eager to please you.

You lay your head back in ecstasy as Roger thrusts into you, moaning out your name. The sound of someone else uttering your name is incredibly satisfying. You claw at Rogers back roughly as he grips onto your arms, leaving light bruises every time he thrust into you. Roger’s pace quickens, both of your moans filling the space of your room, digging your nails deep into his back you came the hardest you ever had, and for that moment, John wasn’t on your mind. Waking up, the room smells of cigarettes and realization. Through your pounding headache and sore throat, the realization of what you have done, and what needs to be done now. Roger’s naked body lays next to you, fast asleep, dreaming of what was a blur from the night before.

Stepping into your bathroom you stare at your body, large bruises cover your neck and arms, there is no possible way of explaining yourself out them. They were sex marks, John had never given them to you. He was a gentle lover, that wasn’t your like though. You needed it hard a rough, as Roger had done the night before. You drop down against the tub, knees to your chest and break out into a full sob. You have to tell John, but it will break his heart, even more than it already was from the argument you had last night, which led you right into Roger’s arms for comfort. Too much comfort.

This was so out of character for both of you, you never cheated, you never even thought about cheating seriously. Sometimes your mind would roam but actions were never taken. And Roger, it was one of his best friends. You know that it would never happen again. You can’t tell John it was Roger, you wouldn’t do that to either of them. It was bad enough already.

You use the back of your hand to vigorously wipe the tears away from your cheeks, which were now numb from the crying. You take a deep breath and walk cautiously into your bedroom, so not to wake Roger. You throw on the first clothes you can find and leave your apartment to walk to Deaky’s.

The wind stings your damp cheeks, but you barely notice, focusing on what you were going to say, you step slowly down the road. Thinking back to when you first met about a year ago.

—

“Is this seat taken?” A perky voice asks, tearing your attention away from the maths equation you been stuck on for half an hour.

You look up to a shaggy haired boy, tall and lengthy, carrying a stack of textbooks.

“Oh, no, it’s all yours.” You gesture to the empty seat next to you. The university library was fairly crowded due to upcoming exams, so sharing a table was no big deal.

He drops his books onto the table, creating a loud boom and creating a gust that sends your paper scattering across the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” he pleads, bending down to help pick up your papers. He collects all the loose work and hands them to you, lightly grazing your hand as he does so. You blush and he gives a small smile.

“Thank you,” Sitting back into your chair you glance at his books, “electronics I see…” The boy nods in agreement.

You tap your pencil against your papers, “Any chance you’re good at math?” He give him a side eye and a sweet smile.

The boy chuckles and nods, “Yeah, I’m John Deacon.”

“(Y/N),” you respond, taking his outstretched hand in yours.

—-

You thought about how after that, you went out for lunch or coffee as much as possible. You grew very fond of him, he was a bright light in your dreary days. Finding out John played bass in bands, drew you closer to him, he brought you to concerts and outings. It gave you something to talk about. After a while, it was almost the only thing you talked about. Even more so when he joined Queen. He brought you with to grow close with Freddie, Roger, and Brian. You’d follow them to concerts, to practice, and even on tour. They were your family, and you could approach them with anything.

You stop at a crosswalk a few blocks from John’s home, waiting for the light to change. A memory flashes of the first interest from John you had heard.

“Deaky totally has it in for her.” Roger teases, setting up the drum set in the corner of the studio.

“How do you even know that?” Brian hesitates, crossing his arms. He was always looking out for you, like a big brother would.

“He told me,” Roger comebacks with, “since he first met her he fancied her. I mean I can see why, who wouldn’t.”

You were outside the studio door, listening in. You had arrived early before John, maybe too early.

You lean against the door a little too hard and it clicks open, Roger and Brian snap their eyes to yours, bugging out of your head.

Roger blushes slightly and turns away so you don’t notice, even though you had heard all of what he said.

Brian whispers, “How much did you hear?”

“John really feels that way?” You were freaked, honestly.

Roger just nods his head lightly. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He instantly regrets saying anything, it wasn’t his secret to share.

You face grows warm and you lean back against the wall of the studio. “Oh no.” Is all you can say. “I don’t think I feel that way about him. I...I don’t even want a relationship…I don’t think.”

Brian and Roger give looks to each other, knowing they made a mistake.

“Why don’t you go home, we’ll tell him something came up.” Brian nods to you, putting his hand on your shoulder and guiding you to the door.

“Alright.” Was all you could say while you thought about all of how you feel and what exactly you wanted.

Stepping across the street and rounding the corner to John’s street, you remember the first kiss you shared. How whenever you spent time with John, you would cuddle up with him, through any movie or late night. It was a habit, you and him were close, mentally and physically. It was a late night recording session. You listened, relistened, and then listened again to the backing track of John’s bass line. Every time he wasn’t happy with it, you’d roll your eyes and laugh, watching him saunter back into the booth to play some more.

“That’s the one I know it.” He finally says, jolting your eyes open from your doze. He plops down next to you on the couch, you lay your head on his shoulder, ready to listen to the track. As the music plays in the background you look up at John, who is mouthing the words. He begins to shake his shoulders to dance, knocking your head around. You pull your head up and hit his shoulder lightly with you hand, laughing because he disrupted your relaxation. You let your hand rest there and watch him, eyes closed and completely lost in the music.

The soft light of the studio is creating an angelic glow around his head. He really was your angel. Your first true friend at university, the one who made you feel most comfortable and most at home while away from home. He brought with him more family, Brian, Freddie, and Roger. Your heart swells at your happiness and you lean in, planting a light kiss on his cheek. John snapped away from the music and smiled at you, face red. Without a word, John leaned in quickly, kissing you on the lips. Caught of guard you kiss him back, lightly. You’re the first to pull away.

You stop at the steps leading up to John’s door. After the kiss, you hadn’t spent much time with him alone. Until he asked you to lunch, afterward, you walk with him home. On these same steps he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

“(Y/N), would you be my girlfriend?” He had said hopefully.

“Sure, John.” You weren’t sure at the time. You’re feelings for him weren’t that strong, but you thought they could possibly grow over time. “I’ll be your girlfriend.” You have a small smile. But it was nothing compared to his. John gave you a small peck on the lips and said goodbye. Leaving you to walk home, contemplating your feelings. They were the same as what you had told Roger last night: you weren’t sure, you’re feelings weren’t strong, you were very different. John was a gentle soul, wanting to give you the world, his desire was to please you. He would buckle over and agree with you, to make you happy. It was incredibly sweet, but that wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted the fight, the give and take that comes with someone who wants the best for you, but the best for themselves too. It didn’t feel perfect as a relationship should.

Walking up the steps, your shaky hand resting your white knuckles against his wooden door. The argument that led you into the previous events.

“I love you (Y/N). You make me so happy.” He paused, smiling sweetly across the dinner table at you. That was the first time he had mentioned love.

You didn’t respond, just stared at the peas on your plate, pushing them around with a fork.

“Maybe one day you can move in here with me, make it easier to bring you to gigs.” He had uncomfortably laughed that out, noticing your silence. “(Y/N), did you hear me?”

You looked up at him, his words running through your mind. “John, I…”

His face dropped. Knowing the words you won’t be saying.

You sigh deeply, looking down again. “I’m not there yet, I’m sorry.” You didn’t know what else to say.

You could see John’s jaw clench.

“John, I don’t think I’ll want to move in with you.” You couldn’t tell him the reason, you didn’t see this relationship in the long term. “I’ll be far from work.” You lied. He knew you too well for you to lie successfully.

“That’s not the reason is it.” He whispers.

“I don’t know John! It’s all just a lot right now! School and work and...and a relationship!” You accidentally shouted out. Face going red with frustration.

John sat back in his chair, now afraid to make eye contact with you. “What are you saying?” He says, flat toned.

“I don’t know I just need space for tonight! I think I need fresh air.” You had removed yourself from the table, grabbing your bag and leaving through his front door. Not looking back at him. The first clear thought you had on the way home was to call Roger, invite him over for drinks, and rant to him, as good friends let each other do.

—

You leave three heavy knocks on the door.

Your stomach felt heavy, your heart racing as the doorknob turned.

Standing in front of you is an obviously sleep deprived John who instantly pulls you into a tight hug. “ I’m sorry for last night, I shouldn’t have pushed you so far.” He apologizes. You loosely hug him back. You wanted the fight, you needed him to not apologize and yell back at you. He never did.

You pull away from his embrace, causing him to raise an eyebrow. You could barely look at him, but he yanks his arms away upon gazing at your neck. Covered completely in hickeys. The look on his face is discuss, followed immediately by him biting his cheek blinking back tears.

“John, I’m sorry.” Is all you can choke out. Tears start to fall from your eyes slowly.

“Don’t.” He hisses out. Taking a step back away from you.

You step forward reaching to grab his hand, but as your fingers graze his he yanks them away, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“John, it was a moment of weakness, I was drunk, I’m so, so sorry.” You choke out between sobs. You needed his comfort, the safety of John and his future.

“Bullshit. That’s not an excuse.” He snaps. Back turned. “Who was it?”

You think of Roger’s sweaty, drunken body hovering over yours, pleasuring you like never before.

“No one,” you lie, “a random guy from a bar.” You squeak your words out, hoping John doesn’t catch your fib.

But he is too heartbroken to notice. He turns toward you eyes never leaving your devoured neck as he spoke, “I’m in love with you.” He utters lowly. Eyes beet red from his tears. You’ve never seen him in so much pain.

“I don’t feel that way. I’ve been trying to, it’s just not working.” Every word is like a punch in the face to him.

“I can’t be with you John. It isn’t right.” You shake your head, relieved to finally be saying the thoughts you’ve had for months. “We want different things.”

John raises his hand over his heart and squeezes his shirt, as if you went in and stabbed him with a butcher knife. He’s silent, tears falling down his cheeks, wetting the collar of his button down.

“Please leave.” He forces out.

“I’m sorry.” You say as you reach behind you, opening the door to the outside world. You never wanted to hurt him as you did. You truly were sorry, if only he would know.

“Don’t say that. If you were...you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.” His words spit out like venom.

You push your loose hair behind your ear and wipe the wetness off your cheek, knowing there’s some truth in what he said. “I hope you find someone deserving of you, John.” Meaning your words, you glance back before shutting the door, but he has already turned away, walking deep into his home.

You shut the door of John’s home, as to your relationship and best friend.

Slowly walking down his concrete steps, you put your hand over your chest as he did, knowing you had truly broken John Deacon’s heart.

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hey-malarkey · 5 years

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Just for One Taste of “Us”

Companion AU:

Long story short, an alt-universe Stan also fell into the portal as an alt-universe Ford, and they both at staggered arrival times get trapped in a gladiator combat arena. Stan freaks out upon seeing Ford and hides his identity under a helmet, but still looks out for Ford. Ford doesn’t know it’s Stan, and the rest of the gladiators just don’t know why the loudmouth human (who Stan convinced the human species are all called Stans) suddenly went mute and started wearing a helmet.

That’s uh, about as much as you need to understand the gist of this au. Aliens all living in one gladiator combat arena together and stan and ford somehow end up in the middle of it. Except they go by Helmet and Ford. Also that Ford in this is like over the moon into his “Companion” and Stan is just “oh shit o h n o” most of the time about that but still too intimidated at this point to give the ruse up

warnings: dubcon handjob (b/w an oc and ford), dubcon blowjob, rough handling, restraints, a swift kick in the balls, and a brief mention (not graphic) of two dicks being taken, some possessiveness and jealousy on Ford’s part, and hidden identity, oh- incest duh, some mutual pining, um lmk if i missed something

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Helmet was so sick of how possessive and weird Ford was being. It was so fucking dumb! Why break a good thing going, huh? Why does Ford always want more, more, more? Couldn’t he just be happy Helmet had his back? That he wasn’t left out to the wolves of the arena every god dam fight?

No. He couldn’t. For the umpteenth time Ford makes a move on him and Helmet has to rebuff him. Fuck was it hard sometimes, though. Sometimes he wanted Ford back. Ford made himself pretty irresistible. Even in the meager conditions of their gladiator accommodations.

But today really took the cake of bullshit. Ford had been raving and nitpicking on Power Couple for weeks, now. And while he’d been busy challenging Meckonar to a chugging contest, helmet and all, Ford had been getting worked up about Power Couple again. As soon as Helmet had come over, face lit up (not that Ford could see) but body language backing it up, showing off his winnings, Ford had blown up at him about taking all those sexual partners and never letting Ford in “as close” as all those other guys.

And Helmet was. He was pretty fucking shocked. He knew Ford wanted him sexually, but he thought that was just frustration that Ford refused to share with another until he was comfortable. He thought Ford would find release in another gladiator someday, maybe Splash Zone, maybe take up Lizard Bro’s offers. He thought he and Ford were solid in their partnership, in looking out for one another and keeping each other safe.

But Ford threw all that in his face, today. Called Helmet out for being a galactic slut, when he had a “perfectly good” person in the next bunk over to sleep with. To be actual partners with.

And Power Couple shot him a few concerned looks, and walked off, talking. He liked them. And Ford made him look like shit in front of them, and the rest of the quadrant, apparently.

Helmet dragged Ford out by the arm, Ford hurling accusations the whole way, whining and just generally being a piss-poor baby.

He managed to write out to Ford, despite how mad he was “Do you really WANT to be like them?”

And Ford immediately got red in the face, shouting anew. Complaining about how Helmet keeps putting him off, how he seems to ignore Ford’s attempts to get “closer”, how he wants someone who wants him back, goddamnit!

Well. Fuck. If that’s how he wanted to play it.

Helmet gestured between the two of them, asking the question “you want me? You and me, you want this?”

Ford got the gist and nodded, a yes about to be shouted on the tip of his tongue, no doubt to be followed by a few insults to Helmet’s intelligence, as Ford is wont to do when he’s that mad.

Helmet shrugged, then shucked off his pants. That caught Ford by enough surprise that he shut up for a second. Helmet stepped out of his pants and took a step closer to Ford, butt naked, dick hanging low between his legs.

He pulled Ford by the lapels of his stupid space jacket and banged his head to Ford’s hard enough for the CLANG to reverberate around the room. Ford cussed, momentarily stunned. Helmet pulled his jacket down half off Ford’s shoulders, circling behind him to pull the arms crossed behind him, tying off the jacket sleeves. Ford was pinned.

He circled back to the front and forced Ford on the ground, knees hitting hard enough to send dust flying up. Helmet looked down into Ford’s eyes, knowing Ford could barely make out the glint in his own. Again he gestured, meaning “You want this? Is this what you wanted?” and Ford is still a bit too dazed to answer.

Helmet wrenches Ford’s jaw open with his hands, picks up his dick, and stuffs it down Ford’s throat. It’s not gentle or easy, and Ford gags, trying to bite down instinctively against the intrusion.

Helmet makes a clicking sound with his tongue and tightens a grip on Ford’s chin, keeping it pulled down. Can’t bite if you can’t lift your bottom jaw.

He lets himself sit in the warm heat of Ford’s mouth for a few moments, enjoying it despite himself. He shallowly thrusts, feeling his head hit the back of Ford’s throat. Ford is much more together in the moment, now, having shaken off the unexpected head thump. He gags on a question, and the vibrations around Helmet’s dick help perk him up, just slightly.

He pulls out so the head is just lightly resting on Ford’s lips, watching a small trail of drool dribble out of the corner of Ford’s mouth.

He wonders how much Ford actually wants this versus how much Ford will hate him after this.

But then he lets the moment pass and he is shoving back down into Ford’s throat, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of it, and letting himself get hard.

It gets easier when Ford sucks the first time. Maybe trying to preserve some dignity by not letting drool run down his face. Or maybe because he’s into it. Helmet doesn’t ask him. Just rewards Ford with a pat on the head, scritching the hair behind Ford’s right ear with his free left hand. He settles his grip in Ford’s hair after that, and feels Ford’s body start rocking in tandem with how Helmet is thrusting.

God, what a fucking slut. And Ford called him the whore? Because he sleeps around with others that are looking for the same thing he is—nothing serious, just relief. What’s Ford in this for?

He’s in it because Helmet wanted to fucking teach him a lesson. But he’s enjoying himself too much to learn it. What a fucking backfire.

Helmet pushes one heavy boot closer to Ford’s crotch, digging the toe against him and feeling through all the fabric and material Ford’s hardness.

Helmet probably didn’t even need to be holding his chin, anymore, if this was how he was going to react. Shit.

He lets go of Ford’s chin and Ford is bobbing and sucking all on his own, just as he thought. He does such a good job that Helmet is fast approaching release, and he doesn’t try to hold back when Ford takes him deep into his throat, sucking with all his dam might.

Helmet cums down his throat, shooting a hot mess that Ford didn’t seem to be expecting.

Maybe he thought Helmet would give warning. Nope. But despite the surprised gag, Ford still tries to suck it all up. By the time Helmet pulls out, he lets his spent cock rub over Ford’s lips, leaving a bit of cum he missed fall across Ford’s face. He pushes Ford back a little, nearly unbalancing, checking the state of his arousal. Still hard in his jeans. Probably close to busting a nut, though, if the way Ford was swiveling his hips against the air was any indication.

Helmet drags Ford up by his sweater, so he’s standing again. Ford tries stepping closer, looking for relief, words finally starting to form again through husky vocals. Helmet keeps them an arms-length apart, however. And then he kicks straight up, hard, against Ford’s nuts. His shin hits his crotch, and he immediately sees tears gather and his broken voice cry out.

He drops to his knees again, and Helmet lets him as he puts his own pants back on. He hoists Ford up again and drags him down to Armadillo Doctor’s tent. He leaves Ford outside while he goes in, with no haggling for once offering a quarter of his winnings from the chugging contest.

He takes off his helmet and looks the doctor in the eye.

“See what you can do about his bruised dick. I already tried fixing his ego, but it might be a lost cause. Thanks, doc.”

He puts his helmet back on after the doctor agrees, giving him one of those beady-eyed looks that can make a grown Mrrekian cry. Ford will be in good hands.

Helmet comes back out, patting Ford on the face, pushing him through the tent flap of Armadillo Doctor’s office.

As he’s walking away he hears the scratch of claws on almost-concrete and looks up to see Lizard Bro taking pace beside him.

“What was that about, Boyo? Your friend did not look too well.”

“He’s getting taken care of. Wanna go catch the rest of the flight match? I had bets down on the Oeripian and the Sclinesdale.”

Lizard Bro agrees and they go up to the match. They laugh and make obnoxious jokes and

Helmet collects his winnings when the Oeripian fuckin’ owns. But it’s still not as good as spending an afternoon with Ford. He hopes Ford gets his head out of his ass, soon. He’s gonna miss him if Ford still decides he wants to get together the way Power Couple did.

He’s been here longer than Ford has. He knew them each before they became Power Couple.

They even got transferred to a different wing because they became such crowd favorites they got protected status in the barracks by the Overseers. But before they were Power Couple, they were nothing. Helmet wants to be something to Ford whether they have sex or not. Preferably not. Especially not until Ford knows who he’s wanting to fuck. And hopefully the day of admitting who he is never comes. So never.

But he can’t deny Ford forever. Hopefully this at least will ward Ford off from approaching him like that in the future. He follows Lizard Bro back to his quarters that night and takes two dicks like a champ. But when he falls asleep post-fuck, it still means nothing and he misses Ford.

In the tent Ford’s tears have cleared, but his hands are still tied behind his back. He’s sure if he wiggled sufficiently, he could break free. But Armadillo Doctor got testy if his patients were too active, so he let his position stay while AD bustled about his tent, muttering under his breath.

He let his mind drift back a few short minutes ago. He didn’t think he’d be able to evoke such a reaction from Helmet. And sweet Moses, was it good, despite how unexpected it was. All up until that kick that was still sending sporadic pain signals to his brain.

He hadn’t even gotten off, yet, before Helmet kicked. And he’d been so close. Just thinking about it is enough to make his body want to get hard, but that sends a stronger pulse of pain through him, and he groans softly.

“What? What? Can you not wait two minutes? Impatient Stan!”

Ford rolls his eyes. For some reasons all the aliens referred to him as Stan instead of Stanford. It was annoying, as if they thought that was his surname or species. They did it to Helmet too, sometimes. Helmet was always as mute on the matter as he was about everything. Keeping his secrets and thoughts all to himself, that evasive bastard.

Armadillo Doctor approaches him again, holding a bag with some unidentifiable cream.

“You will be fixed,” he says abruptly. It seems to be the only way he talks, through the translator at least.

AD unbuttons Ford’s pants and drags them down unceremoniously. He tilts his head back and suppresses a sigh. It was a necessary evil of living in the arena. Sometimes an armadillo doctor was going to have to touch your dick. His arms are uncomfortably folded behind him, making his hips slightly propped up on his wrists, so he doesn’t have to move too much to see what AD is doing.

The small hands are cold and covered in cream and slowly working the substance into Ford. Carefully, as if he knew Ford wanted to at least keep that organ in some level of usable condition.

Whatever he was doing, it felt amazing with just an edge of pain still pulsing. And worse, he was getting hard. Even with the pain. Maybe because of it. (He can’t deny that some of the appeal of Helmet pushing him down had been just the raw power and discomfort brought on by the suddenness.)

“You made bad choice, Stan.”

“It’s not my fault!” he defended himself indignantly.

Armadillo Doctor moved one hand down and squeezed Ford’s balls. Ford sucked in a breath and held it a moment, waiting for the pressure to ease.

“It is.” And he releases, rubbing the cream in over his sac. Ford breathes out and relaxes back, eyes still on Armadillo Doctor’s motions further down. It isn’t as good as if Helmet had done it, but he can’t remember the last time he accepted a hand that wasn’t his at it. It was good to get it elsewhere, even if it’s from the alien doctor.

After he breathes out Ford has a moment to think over what AD is saying. And he starts feeling the anger burn beneath his skin again.

“What was my fault, exactly? That I give so much to Helmet, and he refuses to give me anything in return? He talks to everyone in the arena but me. He goes off to get fucked by everyone in the arena but me! Does he not trust me?”

Armadillo Doctor dips a finger in the cream and returns to stroking Ford’s shaft. He does it with less healing purpose and more with a bored look, if Ford was reading him right.

“Stan Ford, you are a--- what is word? You dick!” He says with a burst of emotion, squeezing slightly on the upstroke and twisting his hand off in a way that makes Ford gasp. It’s weird being insulted while getting off, but he isn’t in the position to argue.

“You dick,” AD continues, returning to the task at hand. “Your friend is not enough? Your Stan Helmet pays me for you. Your Stan Helmet wins fight for you. Your Stan Helmet chose you.”

Ford shakes his head, not ready to admit defeat. “Okay, yes, he does those things, but he still doesn’t trust me! Everyone else has seen him with his helmet off. And for the last time, we’re called humans, not Stans.”

“Stan Ford. You dick.” Armadillo Doctor almost smiles. Great. He learned a new word and enjoys using it against him, now. “You know the secrets? Stan Helmet was alone before you. Now he smiles.”

“But I can’t see that! It’s ludicrous--I don’t care what he’s hiding, disfigurement, or birthmark, or ugly, I just want to know him. And he won’t let me.”

“All Stans look the same,” Armadillo Doctor said dismissively. Ford huffed out an annoyed sigh, then groaned again as Armadillo Doctor squeezed, picking up speed again. He was getting close. And the cream had worked wonders already, making him feel good as new, down there.

“Look, you don’t get it. He--ahhh!” Ford cut himself off in a low yell when the force of his orgasm built and erupted suddenly, right at the end. Armadillo Doctor sighs and tears off an edge of Ford’s jacket to wipe up his hands and Ford with. He tucks the cloth he tore under a stack of metal bits.

Ford recovers fairly quick after he cums, but he’s still hit with that desire to take a nap, to drift off in his uncomfortable position and curl up next to--

He is brought back to the moment abruptly. Armadillo Doctor grips his chin tight and stares him in the eye, leaning in too close.

“Six-Fingers. Helmet threatens the worst fighters to not call you that. Helmet pays your debts. Helmet protects only you. Helmet kick you now as warning shot. I do not care. But. Helmet deserves better than you, Six-Fingers.”

The claws dug into Ford’s chin tighter for one more moment before letting go, patting his forehead lightly, wiping the sweat off of Ford’s brow.

Armadillo Doctor props him up and cuts the jacket apart.

“Dick leave.”

Ford gathers his jacket to repair later and stands without another word, zipping himself back up and leaving without another word to Armadillo Doctor. Overstaying your welcome in the medicine tent was dangerous.

He grumbled to himself the whole way back, thinking over what Armadillo Doctor said. How ridiculous he was being. Did Helmet pay for him to get ‘taken care of’ by the Doctor, or was that just a perk?

He finds their bunks and it’s empty. Helmet is nowhere to be seen. There’s a slight impression on the floor from where he’d dropped suddenly, twice, earlier. He kicks some dirt over it.

Ford sits heavily on the lower bunk, rubbing a hand over his crotch, checking over the area as he pointedly does not stare at the patch of ground that gave him slight bruises on each knee. He lays back and thinks about everything that was said. He pointedly looks away from the collection of former weapons, scrap metal, and defensive padding he’s seen his Companion trade on his behalf numerous times.

He grunts and pulls out his latest journal from its hiding spot, perusing the pages mindlessly, not having anything to write but wanting something to distract him from this mood he’s in.

He sees a few of the notes his Companion has left for him in the margins, one of the few ways they’ve communicated clearly. Ford flips past them quickly, but one catches his eye.

It was a drawing of a six-fingered thumbs up, a little wobbly, and a note of encouragement beside it. His companion had made that entry after Ford nearly lost his match a few weeks ago. Ford swallowed and turned the page, wanting a new distraction.

Between his notes on coded escape plans and hopes for defeating Bill were notes about his friend. Things he’d forgotten he’d committed to these few scrap pages bound together by odds and ends. Some of the paper he’d written on procured by his Companion, in fact, after Ford expressed a desire to write things down to help him plan.

Ford stowed the journal, suddenly feeling a little queasy. God, the doctor was right. He was a dick. Despite the ups and downs of their relationship, Helmet has never pretended like he was leading Ford on. He’d made a boundary clear, and Ford had allowed his frustrations to wreck that line.

He sat up from the bed, pacing. He needed to make this right. He would let his Companion have his space tonight, and go find him in the morning. Ford can’t help the sour twang of jealousy when he assumes that Helmet shacked up with Lizard Bro tonight, but he swallows it down.

He turns into bed later that night alone, not even with the steady sounds of his friend’s snores to comfort him, and he misses what he’d almost thrown away. Hopefully his Companion will forgive him one more time, in the morning.

#not sfw text #lemon #stancest #stancest au #stancest discord #companion au #we're 80 aus deep and there is no letting up #heylark writes #just for one taste of us #the years between them #read the warnings at the top

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brattywriters-anonymous · 6 years

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A Rose in Harlem

Chapter two.

Oc x Erik story

Based on Teyana Taylor’s VII & KTSE

Warnings: Cursing, physical contact, feels!

Winter, 2013.

Syd cursed out as she felt the stinging pain of her broken and bloodied nail. Erik tried to grab her right arm, not even phased by the dark red bruise forming on his left cheek. Syd pulled her arm back and yelled, “Get off of me!” Erik pressed backward, throwing his hands up. Myles saw the disaster on Syd’s right index finger. “Oh, baby, That nail gotta come off!” He grabbed a fresh bottle of Dasani, poured the water on top of her finger. Diluted blood streamed down the concrete. “It hurts so bad! MM MM.” Syd shook her head over and over.

Erik approached her again, with napkins and a first aid kit. Before she could protest his presence, he grabbed her right hand, placing her index finger into the napkin. “Hey, Syeda. I am so sorry.” At first glance, she paid attention to his chest and the necklaces that were on display. He had a linked chain with a silver ring attached to it, and another smaller chain with the letter “N” on it. Then a sudden stinging sensation hit her injured finger. He put peroxide on it, to sterilize it. “That’s what you wanted to apologize for?” She yelped out in pain. She looked back up at his lips as they formed a wide smile. “Well, for that too. And for being too forward. I’m from Oakland baby, we state what we want. Closed mouths don’t get fed.” He wrapped her finger in the Band Aid, and kissed the uncovered part as he winked at her. She couldn’t deny what her body was doing in reaction to the care that he took for her in those few moments. In the December brisky yet-sunny weather, Syeda was feeling rather--hot. She briefly exhaled as he surrendered her hand.

After a successful meeting went completely south at the end, Syd retreated to her favorite local Coffee Shop. Harlem Coffee Co. She gotten Chai tea and a croissant. She needed to calm her nerves so after her 30 second encounter with “Erik” or whoever he is, “N!” She scoffed aloud before opening her macbook. She began to shuffle through photos that she took on her own, with a few models that were current students at her Alma mater, Columbia University, out to Highbridge for the official first shoot for UPTXWN. She wanted to represent not only Harlem, but all of uptown. Where it’s been, where it is, and where it’s going.So she did the first shoot on the High Bridge. She grabbed her Canon Rebel T5i that she bought herself for her birthday, and took some sunrise shots at 6 am on an early July morning. She really took the photos, and uploaded them to her laptop. She was too preoccupied with her showrunning position for fall fashion week that she didn’t even take the time out to edit them. They sat in her Macbook for over 5 months and it was about time that she started editing. Simultaneously, she was texting Myles informing him that the next shoots would be in Sugar Hill and Marcus Garvey Park and to blast the text and email out of a 10:00 am call time for the Following Wednesday and Thursday.

MYles🧡💁🏾‍♂️✨

Are you okay? I know you broke that nail pretty bad.

Yeah. 😩It hurts, but I’m good.

Alright. I’m sending the texts out now, emails will be out by tonight, l8r.✌🏾

Syd took a sip of her tea she saw a name pop up on her laptop, coming from a contact, “Sin”

Sin

Syd, it’s Yasin. The plumber. I know you said you’ll let me know if you’re free for a late lunch. You free now?

Syd read over each word then she saw three dots pop up at the bottom of the screen.

Sin

…

Turn around👀

Syd’s face turned into one of confusion. She made a 180 to see Yasin sitting on a table in the corner of the shop. She smiled as he motioned her over to him. She retrieved her belongings and walked over to the booth. “I was just about to ask you to meet me at my favorite coffee shop, and here you are. Girl, you must be an angel or somethin’.” Yasin drew across the table to her direction, he motioned out to her right hand and saw the Band Aid. “What happened Syd? You okay?” She brushed it off. “Yeah it’s fine, this guy was being a complete asshole so I socked his ass.” Yasin’s eyes fanned completely opened when she told him what happened. “Oh, so you fight guys out here?” He sat back in his chair. She reached out for his hand and honestly stated, “Only if I have to.” and smiled. Yasin side eyed Syeda, trying to get a read on her. She came off so mysterious. As old vinyl records of 90s and early 2000s music sprawled out on the living room area floor of her apartment ran across his mind, he grabbed her hand and asked, “So what you about, Syd?”

Yasin and Syd spent the next 3 hours discussing education, Islam, politics, and polyamory. Sin let Syd know that just because his mother allowed it and his father participated, doesn’t means that it was what he wanted out of life. “I’m 27 years old, it’s time that I find the right woman to build a family with. To live the life that Allah gifted to us.” Syd was about to be 25 her next birthday in two months. She let Sin know that even though she understood the overall benefit of having a 3 or more person income household, she wanted something that was exclusively hers. “I share my creativity with the world. I share my image to the world. I don’t want to share my love to the world too. I want something sacred.” Yasin nodded as he paused and took a look at his watch. “Oh shit. Ma, you lucky I got finished with all of my clients before I got here, I would’ve been late to all of em by now. It’s 6 pm.” Syd scanned over to the top right corner of her Macbook 6:30 pm. She’d only gotten half of the pictures done, so it looked like she was going to be pulling another all nighter. “Oh, I’m Sorry.” She started packing up her things and getting up. “I have to finish this anyway. So I’m gonna go back home.” Yasin stood with her and assisted her out of the booth. They walked out to a beautiful orange sunset, almost complete. Syd’s hair blew along with the wind again. As she swept the hair out of her face, Yasin reached his arms out and pulled her in slowly. “I had fun today Syd. To think, we met earlier this morning to you cussing me out.” Syd playfully nudge his shoulder. “Yeah, you were late. Which in turn, made me late for my business meeting.” “Let me make it up to you.” She tried to back away but his grip trumped her attempts. “How?” She raised an eyebrow. “Let me take you out tomorrow night. My homie is having a block party up Washington Heights. You wanna slide through?” Sin looked her in her eyes, she couldn’t evade his staring. Syd responded by slightly pecking him on the lips. “Sure.”

Syeda wrestled with her keys, finding the door key to let her into the building of 63 Morningside Avenue. She finally unlocked the hallway door, she sat at the bottom of the stairs to take off her extended high heels. She overheard Ziggy talking to Erik, “Yo I don’t know what you were thinking earlier, man. Syd don’t play.” She smiled when Zig made the infamous statement. She scurried up the steps and tried to silently unlock her door. CLINK! Her keys fell to the ground and all chatting stopped across the hall. The door opened. “Syd.” Her name sounded like honey coming from Erik’s lips. She slightly closed her eyes to it. She turned to face Apartment 2B. “N.” “N?” Erik was puzzled. She pointed at her own neck. “Your necklace.” He looked down and jumped. “Oh. Yeah. My father’s side of the family is from Africa. My African name is N’Jadaka. Zig is my cousin on my mom’s side.” he pointed over to 2B.

Syd looked stunned, shocked. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just figured you were lying about--” “About what? My name?” he chuckled. “Nah lil mama. Besides, I don’t think I could lie to you even if I wanted to.” She exhaled. It was light but still heavy enough for Erik to hear. She took a step backward into her apartment but as soon as she hit the closed door, she yelped. “OUCH!” She held her right hand with her left, dropping her heels. Erik immediately stepped in and grabbed her shoes. “Here, let me help you out.” He turned the key and opened the door. Syd turned the light on in the foyer area. “Thank you, N’Jadaka.” She repeated his name in a smooth manner that was pleasing to his ears. “You’re welcome, mooie bloem.” Syd perked up when she heard the familiar dutch nickname that Mr. V gave her. “Yeah, when you bumped into me, I stood by the stairwell..in shock I guess.” He laughed and continued, “I heard him call you beautiful flower in his language. I’m intrigued. Why?” Syd closed the door behind her and locked it, figuring that he was staying for a while, because he walked further into the studio, by her couch.

She placed her keys on the hanger beside the door, shimmied her bubble coat off, placing it on a misplaced dining room chair. “My middle name. It’s Mariposa. The cuban national flower. My mom was Cuban and African American. Afro latina. She was born in Cuba. Her and her family moved to Philadelphia when she was 8. Her father converted to Islam, her and the rest of the family soon followed. She met my dad, He’s also Afro Latino. They had me, Syeda Mariposa Diaz.”

Erik marveled at her story, appreciated that she knew her ancestry. “You have a beautiful name. So your mom honored her Cuban background and gave you an Islamic name?” He finally took a seat, awaiting her response. She nodded and sat next to him, “Yup. That was the idea.” He reached for her right hand, “May I?” She hesitated, then gave in, “Don’t break any of my other nails! They charge for fixing broken nails!” Syd looked Erik in his eyes, smiling. He grasped her hand and kissed it with the same tenderness as he did earlier and finally spoke, “Never.” She blinked a couple times to get herself out of the trance she found herself in after his lips left her hand, she actually had to look away from him as he removed the Band Aid from her finger.

“I heard your right hand man, he said you have to remove the nail. You haven’t done that yet.” He held her finger closer to her overhead lamp so he could further investigate. “Hell no! It hurts. I was going to go to the nail shop to get it removed.” “For what? So they can charge you for something you could’ve done? Nah. I gotchu.” He quickly stepped out of her studio. She shot up and began to panic a bit.

Oh my gosh! Syd, what are you doing?! You just letting this man take care of you like some damsel… Even though he is the reason why you’re hurt.---He Looks so damn GOOD though. Damn. He can’t be in here for too long!

Syd attempted to press the power button on her phone but it didn’t turn on. Signaling that it died. “Shit.” She mumbled. She shuffled around the back end of the studio where her bed and nightstand were. She reached over the opposite side of her bed, closest to her window, for her charger. She heard a laugh and turned over in fear. “Damn. My apologies Syd. It’s just me. I needed my first aid kit. You got tweezers right?” She pulled herself off of her queen sized mattress and retrieved her manicure kit from her bathroom. “In here.”

“AHHHH!” Syd exclaimed as Erik used the tweezers to pull the remaining acrylic off of Syd’s bleeding finger. “There. The bleeding should definitely stop after this.” He sprayed the alcohol on a cotton swab and patted on her nail bed. She squealed in shock as he wrapped a new Band Aid on her patched up digit. She took her hand back, relieved that the pain is subsiding. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” “You’re welcome. No sweat. I was in the Navy. I helped out injured people all the time. I’m used to it.” Erik spat out as he returned the manicure kit back in the bathroom, washing his hands. Once he dried them he clapped them together, and cut the light off. “Okay beautiful. Don’t go slapping other niggas upside the head. I gotta bounce.” Syd followed his trail to her front door, “Bye Erik. Thank you again.”

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“42 Reasons” Chadwick x OC: Chapter One

Chadwick x OC

Hey readers, here is the official first chapter of ‘42 Reasons’. I posted the introduction a couple of weeks ago and it’s linked below. I’m beginning a tag list for this story. Please let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters.

Taglist: @wakanda-shit-is-that @destinio1 @lavitabella87

Synopsis, Introduction

December 2019

That lunch with Chadwick never happened. Time got away from the two friends once again and they didn’t stay in touch.

Time seemed to fly and December 7th had finally arrived. Holly packed the remaining items she had sorted out on her bed. Her heart rested in her stomach as time ticked by and she waited for the black Cadillac Escalade to pull up in front of her apartment. Nervousness built up inside of her coupled with a bit of doubt. Getting this role was not even about the money for Holly. She needed it for her well being. To build her confidence and allow her to finally breathe again. A role like this would erase all that had happened a few years ago. Maybe it would even set her free from those demons that still ate at her soul.

The ring of her doorbell interrupted her thoughts and she drug her suitcases to the door.

“Ms. Wood,” a woman greeted her when she opened the door. “Your car is waiting outside. I’ll help you with these.”

“Thank you. What’s your name,” Holly asked, extending her hand.

“Maggie. I’ll be assisting you while you’re in Atlanta during your audition,” the red-head introduced herself, quickly shaking Holly’s hand.

“Cool. Thanks Maggie,” the actress replied, closing her door and locking the three locks. “Got to get used to leaving for flights this early again.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure it’s all worth it in the end,” Maggie beamed. When the two reached the front door, a driver was waiting for them. He grabbed the two suitcases and placed them in the trunk before shutting the back doors.

There was no turning back now. Not that Holly planned on it or wanted to.

Atlanta

Sitting in the conference room surrounded by warm hues of blue and ceiling to floor windows, still didn’t relax Holly’s nerves. Her hands grew clammy as she tapped her manicured nails against the glass table top.

“Holly Raye Wood,” a voice boomed from the doorway, sending Holly into a scurrying frenzy to stand on her feet.

“Yes,” she exclaimed with a bit too much enthusiasm. Get a grip, girl.

“I’m Kevin Feige, President of Marvel Studios. Nice to see you in person,” Kevin introduced himself with a warm smile, calming Holly’s nerves for the most part. “Take a seat and we’ll get started.” The actress took her seat in front of the President’s chair while he poured two cups of coffee. “Cream and sugar, Ms. Wood?”

“No, I like my coffee black, please,” Holly answered, quickly thinking Kevin would find a double meaning in her answer. Kevin didn’t even seem phased and placed a coffee mug in front of his guest. Thoughts of what happened with her last job still plagued how she auditioned for other roles. Sadly, she had already been blackballed once for being too political and pro-black as the network put it.

“How was your flight,” Mr. Feige questioned.

“Great. Very comfortable, thank you,” Holly replied, taking a sip of the hot liquid. Hopefully Kevin didn’t notice the slight shake in her hands.

“Good, we try to make everyone as comfortable as possible,” he began, pulling a pen from his shirt pocket. “I’m sure you’ve heard that Chadwick Boseman put in a good word for you by now.”

Hearing that name made her take a deep breath. “Yes, I heard. I’m very grateful for that and hopefully he said all good things about me,” Holly joked.

“Oh yeah, he did. He spoke highly of you and your work ethic. I must say that you two had amazing chemistry in ‘42′ and that’s one thing that very important for this role. Introducing Storm into the MCU is huge, especially in a Black Panther film. Obviously chemistry is important between whoever plays Ororo Munroe and Chadwick. We hit the nail on the head with Lupita playing Nakia, now we have to take it to the next level. So I’m glad he mentioned you.”

Holly nodded as she listened to Kevin explain the importance the role. “Storm has always been one of my favorite Marvel characters. I know she is powerful not only because of her abilities but the type of woman she is outside of that. I understand her relationship with T’Challa is one fans have been waiting to see onscreen for awhile. If I had the opportunity to take on the role, you wouldn’t be disappointed. I can promise you that.”

The President appeared to be impressed and scribbled a few notes in his planner. “Cool,” he smiled, tapping his pen against the notebook.

After the interview and first audition, Holly was allowed to go back to her hotel suite. When she arrived in her room, a large vase of flowers was sitting on the kitchen counter with a note attached. The actress frowned, pulling the note off to read:

I didn’t forget about our coffee date, Raye. Meet me at the coffee house downstairs at 4pm?-Chad

Holly’s heart seemed to skip a beat when she figured out the person behind her beautiful roses. She pulled out her phone and took a picture of the roses and typed a message to her ex co-star:

Holly: Thanks for the roses. Hope your ass doesn’t stand me up this time. 🙄

Chadwick: Don’t be like that. I’m heading over now so I don’t have much of a choice, do I? 🙃

She playfully rolled her eyes at his reply, freshened up and headed downstairs to the coffee shop. Thankfully it wasn’t as crowded as she thought and her anxiety vanish when she spotted her friend in a corner of the shop. That infamous toothy grin was already on full display and there went her heart to her stomach for the second time that week. He looked as handsome as ever. Smooth dark skin, accompanied by broad shoulders and toned arms. The man was fine as hell and only seemed to get finer as he aged.

Holly shook her head, hoping to loosen some of memories that flooded her brain. Don’t think about those nights, don’t you even do it girl. Memories of his naked body-

“Raye, Raye,” Chadwick sang, grabbing his old friend’s hand and pulling her into a hug. His body still felt the same. Warm, toned, and like...home.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Holly squealed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. “It’s been forever.”

“Yeah and it shouldn’t have been. You look good, girl,” he complimented Holly, moving back so he could get a good look at her. “How you been?”

“I’ve been okay, good times and bad. You know how the business is,” she explained, taking a seat in the opposite booth. “I don’t even need to know how you’ve been, King T’Challa. Congrats on the movie, man. I’m proud of you.”

One thing Holly always loved about Chadwick was his humbleness. He waved her off with a shy grin, “Thanks. It’s been crazy out here but I’m glad I can at least come in here without doing the Wakanda salute.”

“Oh, should I have bowed before sitting down,” Holly joked, bending her head. “How rude of me.”

“If you don’t stop,” he laughed. “But seriously, I’m blessed. It’s definitely been a ride and I’m enjoying it. Enough about me though, what have you been up to?”

Holly’s face instantly fell but she tried to cover it up with a smile. “Can’t say I’ve been too busy after what happened with my show.” Chadwick nodded sympathetically. He had heard rumors of what happened and how the executives left Holly out to dry. All because she spoke up about how she was being treated as a black woman on a predominately white show. Little did Chadwick know, there were other reasons why the network forced his ex co-star off the show.

“Sorry to hear about that Raye. These networks can be shitty, but things happen for a reason. Maybe there’s something bigger out there for you,” he said, reaching across the table for Holly’s hand. The tenderness of his touch instantly sent chills throughout her body. Those memories once again rearing a head.

“I hope so. It hasn’t been the same since and I’m starting to regret getting into this business. Should have taken my ass right back to Howard for grad school,” Holly huffed, staring at their intertwined fingers. “I’m 29 years old and still going at it to only come up short every damn time.”

“Okay and I’m 42 years old. I’ve been in the business for awhile and people are just now starting to respect my talent. Trust the process. The fact that you’re still trying let’s me know you still want it. And there’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll have a big break. Your dedication and faith will lead the way,” Chadwick comforted Holly, drawing circles around her knuckles with his thumb. “I respect that about you. Hang in there.”

Her eyes got misty and it was hard to hold back her emotions. The actress had been through hell and back though people only knew about her controversial firing.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Things will get better.”

“Thanks,” Holly sniffed. “I needed to hear that.”

“You know I always have your back. Even if we haven’t been as close as we used to be,” Chadwick added, squeezing Holly’s hand slightly. Their eyes connected for a long second before they were interrupted.

“Hi, Mr. Boseman, can I have your autograph,” a small boy asked, barely able to see over the table. His wide eyes were full of innocence and awe.

“Hey little man, sure thing,” Chadwick cheesed, reaching down to grab the torn off notebook paper from the boy. “What’s your name?”

“Dontae,” he replied shyly, looking back at his mother who was watching from the coffee shop entrance.

“Alright, Dontae. Here you go,” the actor wrote a short message and signed his name to the paper.

“Thank you,” Dontae expressed, a wide smile taking over his small face. Holly couldn’t help but smile at the scene before her. It was truly a beautiful moment.

“You’re welcome. Wakanda Forever,” Chadwick responded, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Wakanda Forever,” he cheesed, running back to his mother with excitement. “Mommy, he signed it for me!” The young mother waved in Chadwick’s direction before grabbing her son’s hand. Dontae didn’t take his eyes off his favorite Superhero until they were out of sight.

“Wow. That’s something,” Holly hummed. “You probably made that kid’s day.”

“You know I’ve always loved the kids, Raye,” he beamed, causing the two friends to burst out in laughter at their inside joke.

For once, things were looking up for Holly.

Two Months Later

Auditioning for the role of Storm had taken a lot out of Holly. The process was long and at times rough when she didn’t hear back from Marvel for days. They were finally down to their last three possible Ororo Munroe’s. In all honesty, Holly was afraid she would be beat out for the role. The other two ladies were new to the business without the tag of ‘Angry Black Woman’ attached to them.

Two months had gone by and she had not heard from anyone about the role. Thinking the worse, Holly tried to forget about the possibility and started thinking about her plan B. Maybe Hollywood wasn’t for her and this was her last sign.

Pulling out her laptop, she searched for graduate programs at her alma mater. Back to the regular life she went. When she got deep into her search, her cellphone rang from the bedroom.

“Hey Angie,” she answered, putting the phone on speaker.

“Holly, I’ve got good news,” Angie piped, barely able to speak clearly. “Congratulations, you’re the new Ororo Munroe. You got the part.”

Suddenly, time stopped along with Holly’s breathing. “What...what did you say?”

“You’re Storm, Holly. Marvel wants you to play Storm in the MCU,” Angie explained to her shocked client. “I know you worked hard for this. I’m proud of you and I hope you’re ready for this ride. This is huge!”

“Oh my God,” the actress whispered. “Are you sure I’m not dreaming? They want me to play Storm for real?”

“White hair and all, Holly. Congrats honey,” Angie added.

Tears of joy rolled down Holly’s cheeks. “Thank you so much. Thank you.”

When she hung up from Angie, she opened the text message notification from Chadwick.

Congrats, my Queen. What did I tell you? Things will get better, right? 😍🙌🏿

“You were right,” Holly muttered, holding her phone to her chest.

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Reckless (Poe Dameron)

Pairing: Poe Dameron/OC

Prompt: “Because I love you, god damn it!”

Rating: Notta

Tags: @no-shit-sherl0ck @marvelousthronewars

Guesssss who’s making a comebackkkkk?? Eeeek. Hope you like. Send me things. Sorry I’ve been away so long. Love ya’ll. <3

There was a sharp flash of pain as my head slammed against the cockpit’s window, and left side of my X-Wing dipped. I felt dizzy, disoriented. Rushing wind filled my ears, drowning out the sound of a groan. It took me a minute to realize it was me. I was groaning. I’d been hit. Holy crap, I’d actually been hit. But I was clearly still alive. Pain meant I was alive, so that was good. Right?

Someone was shouting over the rushing in my ears.

“—you alright? Hey! Stay with me, Moreau! I can’t make the jump to lightspeed for you!”

The voice grew louder, frantic almost, as the roar faded away. My eyes fluttered open and everything around me slowly came back into focus. My hand shot out for the controls, straightening my fighter. One of my wings was dangling helplessly and the controls on the panel were blinking at me in a panic, detailing the damage, making calculations. Down below, flames engulfed a huge ship.

Dreadnaught. It was a Dreadnaught. The fog cleared from my head. So we’d done it then? We’d actually taken down a Deadnaught…and taken heavy losses in the process. So many lives snuffed out in one go. You’d think I’d be used to it by now.

And that voice still shouting in my ear? That was definitely Dameron.

“You better not be dead in there! Please don’t be dead—“

“Stop with the damn yelling, Dameron. My head is killing me,” I groaned, lifting one hand from the controls to gingerly touch my forehead only to be met with the hard plastic of my helmet. I could feel a crack in the material and realized with a jolt how close I’d come to the end. If it hadn’t been for the cockpit’s reinforced glass, my helmet, and pure damn luck…I didn’t want to think about it. Anytime I got into my X-Wing, it was a risk. This entire mission had been a risk. Hence why General Organa had been so against it.

Poe released a breath through the communicator. “Christ, can you not scare me like that ever again? I really thought you were a goner for a minute.” His voice crackled over the speaker, but I could hear the depth of the relief in his words. It did something to my pulse, which I chose to ignore.

“Yeah, well…so did I. Are we good to make the jump?”

“Right behind you, Moreau.”

I leaned forward, my head throbbing, and flipped the switch for hyperspeed. The world outside the cockpit began to blur as the ship lurched forward. I tried keeping my eyes open, but the velocity made me nauseous. I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. I’d breathe easy again as soon as me and my lopsided ship made it back onto the Raddus.

It was only minutes, but might as well have been a life time as I waited for the landing bay doors to open and coaxed my ship inside. The landing wasn’t graceful by any means, but rather me just skidding helplessly along the runway until coming to a stop. The engine sputtered to a standstill immediately. Clearly a miracle I’d even made it through lightspeed. I unclipped my helmet and let out a hiss of pain as I slipped it off and tossed it onto the floor of the ship.

“You good, Moreau?” Someone called from the hangar floor and I opened the cockpit, threw my arm out over the side and gave them a silent thumbs up. I slumped back against the seat and shut my eyes. I just needed a minute to breathe. To take in the fact that I was alive, that we’d done something big. Something good. Something that was going to get us all into a lot of trouble.

Something that had cost a lot of lives. That was the price of war. It was a mantra I repeated in my head over and over again, every single time we came out of a battle. The price of war. A nagging voice was always quick to remind me of what a stupid saying that was. People’s lives weren’t currency. War wasn’t a debt to be paid. Yet I knew every single one of my comrades would have been happy to give their lives for the Resistance. Including me. If I hadn’t made it, I would’ve hoped everyone knew I’d died satisfied that I’d done my best for the galaxy and all of us fighting to win it back from the First Order.

“Moreau?”

I groaned. Poe. I waited a second before getting to my feet and looking over the edge of the X-Wing. My tousle-haired commander waited for me below, streaks of grease or maybe ash marking his skin and jumpsuit. His dark eyes locked with mine and my stomach dropped. It was unfair he could do that to me with just a look. I’d been hoping it was just a fluke. Or maybe a phase that would pass with time. I’d known Poe for a while now, though. Had been fighting by his side since first joining the Resistance. His effect on me never lessened and I hated it.

“I’m fine,” I said gruffly, swinging a leg over the side of my ship and onto the raised platform. My head pounded as I gripped the railing on either side and slowly descended the steps. Ignoring an anxious Poe waiting at the bottom. When I missed the last step and stumbled, he was there to catch me. Solid and warm, his hands gripping my waist tightly and much too close. Close enough that I could see the flecks of gold that surrounded the irises in his dark eyes.

“Whoa, you good?” he asked in a low voice, his gaze washing over me.

I nodded mutely and placed my hands on his chest, pushing him away. Or attempting to.

“No, you’re not.” He didn’t move, one arm around my waist as he lifted his opposite hand to gently touch my forehead. There was a sharp pain and I winced, flinching away from him. “You’re bleeding.” Sure enough, he lowered his hand and his fingertips were red with blood. Mine, I reminded myself.

“Yeah, but some people are dead. I refuse to complain about a bump and a little blood,” I said just as quietly, refusing to meet his gaze. I couldn’t settle on one emotion. I flickered between feelings like speeds on an X-Wing— angry, bitter, devastated, relieved, maybe even a little pride at what we’d accomplished. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to hit him, or…get closer. “You are so reckless, Dameron. So impulsive. Did you know that?”

He gave me a wry smile, one that didn’t quite meet his eyes as I finally looked up at him again. “So I’ve been told.” I looked closer and could see the weight of the responsibility he carried. I wanted to carry some of it for him, and at the same time let him feel the crushing burden. It could’ve easily been me, or him, that had been lost out there. It almost had been me…

This time, I really did push him away. “I can’t decide if what you did back there— what we did— was incredibly brave or just stupid.”

His smile faded, face tightening into a resolved look. “I did what I had to do. Who knows how many lives we saved tonight by taking out that ship. Those things are killers, Moreau. You know that.”

“Yeah, well how many lives did we lose?” I snapped back, taking another step away. I had to crane my neck to look up at him. “Those were friends…those were our family—“ My voice wavered and I shook my head. I wasn’t going to cry. Not here, not like this.

“You think I don’t know that?” He said in a low voice, running a hand through his dark curls. “You think that doesn’t cross my mind every minute of everyday? I see their faces, I hear their names…Don’t act like I don’t know what the cost is.”

I knew that what I was doing wasn’t fair. But i was so tired of loss. “Whatever, Dameron.”

“That’s Commander Dameron to you, Lieutenant.”

I waved my hand, the corners of my vision suddenly turning black and I felt around behind me for the fuel case I knew was there and dropped down onto it. “Sure thing, Commander.” I still managed to put some spite into the word as I closed my eyes. “Trouble.”

“What?”

I gestured to him vaguely. “You…you’re trouble, Dameron. Commander.”

It was the last thing I remembered before the world went dark.

My limbs felt sluggish. Like I was weighted down with sand. At least there was less pain now. The ache in my head had subsided to almost nothing, but I knew that had to be meds. The last thing I could remember was Poe. His arm around my waist, the brush of his fingertips against my forehead. Looking at me with more concern than a commander should have had for someone below his rank. And me talking to him more boldly than I should have.

He hadn’t deserved that. We all followed him willingly. Time and time again. Maybe he was reckless, but a lot of the time he was also right. He kept proving that to me. So why did I feel this incessant need to challenge every single thing that he did? I’d done the same thing when he’d gone to Jakku. It felt like a lifetime ago now, watching him board his fighter with just his droid and that beat up leather jacket. Alone. Refusing help, even though I’d offered it.

“Let me go with you,” I’d insisted, not thinking and grabbing onto his hand as he strolled purposely through the hangar. His touch sent an electric shock through me, making us both pause before I hastily pulled away. The look in his eyes had been so hard to read. Or maybe I just hadn’t wanted to mistake what it was I thought I saw there. He was my commander. And my giant pain in the ass. “You need back-up,” I went on, trying to clarify. “This is a two person job.”

He was already shaking his head. “It’s dangerous is what it is. They need you here. Without me, you’re the best pilot the Resistance has got. Trust me, Mira,” he said, imploring me with his brown eyes. The color of sand after a hard rain, the color of coffee or cinnamon. My pulse jumped at the rare sound of my first name. He raised a hand and for a moment, I braced myself. I could have sworn he was reaching for my face, to brush my hair away or something cliche and wonderful. And awful. Because this was Commander Dameron. Reckless Commander Dameron who was going to get himself killed. Instead, he squeezed my shoulder. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Of course, it hadn’t gone down that way. And for a while, we all had thought he’d died until he’d just shown up. Looking exhausted and beat-up, but grinning. That stupid, cocky grin that had so much more of an effect on me than I’d wanted it too.

He was brave, though. Warm-hearted, righteous, gutsy. All the things a good hero was, and all the things that would maybe get him killed someday. Every time we climbed into our fighters and flew into battle, I braced myself for the worse. I couldn’t help it. I’d learned long ago not to get attached to anyone.

Too late.

Damn Dameron.

I sat up with a groan, recognizing where I was right away. The med bay. My t-shirt was draped over a chair next to me, leaving me in my tank top and military issued cargo pants. I glanced down at my shoulder and saw a bandage wound round my upper arm. Apparently the damage hadn’t been just to my head then. Speaking of my head, I prodded it carefully with my fingers. A big bump raised beneath the skin and the gauzy material of a smaller bandage. It’d been a hard hit, but my thoughts were clear now instead feeling like the gears were churning through mud.

I shook out my ponytail before carefully retying it and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

“Lieutenant Moreau, we have strict orders for you to stay on bedrest for the night. You’ll be released in the morning, per Commander Dameron—“ A med droid zipped over to me, speaking in that clipped, monotone voice.

I ignored it, lacing my boots up and grabbing my shirt from the chair and pulling it on. I could see now the sleeve was stained with dark blood. I wondered how long I’d been out, what had happened, if I’d missed anything. I bypassed the med driod, who was still protesting in that nasally robotic tone and went out the door. The last place I needed to be was lying on a bed in the clinic when there was so much happening. I had the nagging feeling that we hadn’t escaped the danger of the First Order so easily. My intuition was practically humming.

And so was the corridor outside. People crowded the hall, talking loudly with one another and walking with a purpose. No one was milling around, casually strolling. There wasn’t time to relax, not in the middle of a rebellion. I caught snippets of conversation as I headed toward the bridge. ‘Organa’, ‘Hux’, ‘First Order’…words all jumping out at me out of context but still making my gut nervous.

“Why am I not surprised to see you here?” A familiar voice groaned, and I looked past the cluster of people in front of me to see Dameron striding purposefully in my direction.

I gritted my teeth and kept going. As soon as he was close enough, I tried to step around him but he got in my way. I let out a breath of annoyance and tried to go around him the other way. Same thing. Like we were doing some sort of awkward dance. Simultaneously clogging the hall for everyone else. He’d changed out of his flight suit and was back in that familiar leather coat, white t-shirt underneath and the same military issued tan cargo pants I wore.

“Excuse me, Commander. I have somewhere to be,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm from coating my politeness.

His eyes flashed and for a moment, I actually thought I’d sincerely pissed him off. “Yeah, recovering in the med bay. But clearly you like defying orders.”

I put my hands on my hips and stepped closer, challenging him. “Makes two of us then, doesn’t it?”

His eyebrows rose. Okay, maybe I had gone too far. His fingers suddenly brushed against mine and I felt that same electricity as I had in the hangar the day he’d gone to Jakku.

“We’re not doing this here, where everyone can listen,” he muttered, lacing his fingers through mine and tugging me down the hall. Instead of ripping my hand from his grasp, I let him guide me through the crowded hallway. It eventually connected to a separate hall, one that was empty but had the same chrome metallic siding and floors. The first doorway we came to, he hit a button on the panel and it slid open. As soon as we were inside, I pulled my hand from his and crossed my arms over my chest.

The room was small, mostly empty. It looked like storage, or maybe a glorified closet where broken droids and other obsolete pieces of technology were kept. The opposite wall had a window that looked out at an expanse of darkness and stars. My feet led me there, keeping my back to him. My stomach was fumbling. It was the first time we’d been alone for awhile. Something I was careful of, because the temptation to cross lines was too strong when there weren’t other eyes around. I couldn’t understand it. How one person could infuriate me so much, yet turn me to putty at the same time.

“So, why the closet meeting? You gonna scold me for leaving the med bay, Commander?” I asked after the silence stretched on too long. I could see his reflection in the window pane, watching me with careful, tired eyes.

He leaned against the wall with one shoulder, running a hand over his face before letting it drop to his side. “Captain,” he muttered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, turning to look at him. “What?”

He let out a sigh. “It’s Captain now…Organa demoted me.”

Demoted. The surprise on my face must’ve been evident because he let out a bitter laugh. “Why are you looking at me like that? You said the exact same thing she did. I’m reckless, impulsive. I don’t know how to listen. I just like blowing things up.”

“All good points,” I said under my breath, turning back to the window so my eyes would stop tracing the lines of his jaw and the slope of his nose. The waves of his hair.

“Maybe, but what’d you do when you know in your heart that something is right? I’ve never been very good at following the rules, at doing what I’m supposed to.” His voice was soft as it carried across the room, and it made it so impossibly difficult to not go to him. Were we still talking about the Resistance? About Organa?

“I’m not surprised. You’ve always struck me as the rebellious type,” I commented, and I heard his footsteps before I felt him sidle up next to me. His arm brushed mine, the leather cool against my skin.

“Guess it’s good thing we’re in a rebellion then, huh?” he said, and I could tell by his tone that he was trying to lighten the mood.

My lips barely twitched. We both faced the window and I felt the back of his hand brush mine, making my breath catch in my throat. “You know I didn’t meant it. Back on the loading dock. I get it…you carry the same burden the rest of us do. Maybe more of it. Organa may be right about you being reckless, but I followed you out there for a reason. I always follow you for a reason,” I finally said, and dared to look up at him. He was already watching me, dark eyes latching onto mine. “You have a good heart. You do what’s right, even if it’s hard.”

His expression softened, but he was quiet again. Shocking, since Poe never seemed like the type to run out of things to say. “You know, when I first met you I knew there was something about you. You showed up at the base, all fire and fury. Stubborn, dedicated, not afraid to speak her mind…you had my attention from the second you introduced yourself to me,” he finally said, smiling a little. “Still do.”

My breath caught in my throat and my stomach flipped. This was dangerous. This was why I avoided being alone. “Poe…”

He shook his head, stalling the words in my mouth. “Why do you keep pushing me away? Anytime I think I’m getting close, you do this. You shut me out…you pick a fight. We’ve been through so much. Don’t even say it’s because I’m your Comm—Captain. Don’t make excuses. Don’t tell me you don’t feel this,” he took my hand then and placed it over his chest. My palm spread across the soft material of his shirt and I could feel the beat of his heart. Steady, reliable. Reassuring. Something to orient myself to in this crazy galaxy.

I didn’t know what to say. My entire world was reeling, turned upside down. And the weakness in my knees had nothing to do with hitting my head this time. “Why do you keep trying?” I asked finally. I tried to move my hand but he pressed one of his over it, keeping me there. “It’s not just you that’s reckless, Dameron. This is, whatever it is I feel when you walk into a room. We lose people every single day…and I can’t…I can’t get attached to you and lose you. I thought you’d understand that. So why do you keep trying? Just stop. Let it go. People like us are better alone.”

His jaw tensed, and instead of disappointment in his eyes I saw resolve. I saw the same determination that was there every single time he grouped us together before a battle. This one was a fighter. I should’ve known from the start I stood no chance. “Because. Don’t you know by now?” he asked exasperatedly. “Mira…god damn it, I love you.”

My mouth fell open. Everything stopped. Time itself seemed to freeze as I tried to grasp those three words. “What?”

He stepped closer, resting his palm against my cheek. One side of his mouth quirked into a shadow of that smirk I could never get enough of. “I said because I love you, you stubborn pain in the ass.”

My eyes widened. “Stubborn pain in the ass? Look who’s talkin—“

I never finished that sentence. His mouth was on mine before I got the chance, cradling my face in both hands and pulling me to him like his existence relied on my closeness. I gasp escaped me and I froze before panicking and pushing away. Even as the taste of his lips sent a thrill rushing through me, igniting every last nerve.

We stared at one another. His eyes were dark with longing, with the kind of want that made it hard to breathe and even harder to believe it was directed at me. There was hurt there too, rejection. And a panicked voice in the back of my head demanded to know why, why in the hell I’d done the opposite of what I’d wanted? Pushed instead of pulled? His mouth opened and then closed again. He was speechless. Poe Dameron was speechless.

Before I could reconsider, before I could make sense of what I was about to do, I grabbed the front of his jacket in both hands and pulled him into me, crushing my lips against his. A groan escaped him and the sound sent a shiver racing down my spine. His hands found my hips, fingertips digging deliciously into my skin. Everything from the way he tasted, to his touch, to the way his lips parted and recaptured mine over and over again was driving me to the brink of insanity. I didn’t even realize we were moving until my back hit the nearest wall. He pinned me there, pressing his body up against me as my hands snuck underneath his jacket and slid around him to feel the tense muscles of his back.

There was a moan, but I was too far gone to know if it had come from me or him. Too lost in the heat that was creeping up my neck, the butterflies trying to batter their way out of my stomach. I slid my fingers into the locks of his hair, savoring the feeling of those curls sliding between my fingers as his hips pressed against mine.

“Poe,” I breathed against his lips, and he answered with a growl that was somewhere between desire and animalistic. His lips began a new trail down my jaw, across my neck, to my collar bone. I tilted my head to give him uninhibited access, eyes closed and holding onto him like he’d disappear if I let go for even just a second.

“Still think I’m trouble,” he murmured in my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck and sending another shudder racing through me.

“Yes. God, yes. So much trouble,” I gasped, and the sound of his low, warm chuckle made my stomach tighten. His hands began to slip beneath the fabric of my shirt when we both jumped at the sound of another voice. Coming from his coat pocket.

“Commander Dameron—err…Captain, you’re wanted on the bridge immediately. It’s urgent, per General Organa.”

“Damn,” he breathed, resting his forehead against mind. “Duty calls, yeah?”

I nodded, not yet trusting myself to speak. Our breath intermingled and he leaned in, barely brushing his lips over mine, once, twice, three times before finally pulling away. His warmth vanished and I fought the urge to pull him back.

“I meant it, ya know,” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. Looking flushed but nervous all at once. “I love you, Moreau. You don’t have to say it back. I just..I needed you to know. All I want right now is to know I still gotta chance.”

There was a pause, and I realized he was waiting for me to say something. He had no idea that I was in turmoil on the inside. So overwhelmed, every single sensation on overdrive. All it had taken was one kiss to reduce me to nothing but rubble. Yet I trusted him to put me back together. I trusted him with everything.

Finally, I nodded. “Alright, Dameron. You gotta chance.”

At that, his face lit up. Even if it wasn’t the answer I knew he really wanted. The voice came from the transmitter in his pocket again and he cursed under his breath. “To be continued…See you out there.”

He walked backwards a few steps before finally turning and hitting a button on the panel. The door slid open and he ducked back into the hallway. The second he was gone, I slumped against the wall and slid down into a sitting position. Reeling. The entire world was reeling. I knew every stern scolding I’d given myself, every chastising thought or scathing reminder to not get attached had been for nothing. It was too late. Maybe it always had been.

Either way, the room had been empty for a nice, long minute before I found my voice again.

“I love you too, Dameron.”

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Schoolgirl with a Secret - Part 1

Okay, this is where I kinda shrug my ass off because I started drabbling, and honestly, I liked the start of this a lot, so I’ll be continuing it on my own time.

Basically, it’s heavily based on a verse for one of my OCs, Magdalena Parks ( Michael Afton’s daughter ) in a Miketrap verse, 11 years after he’s been springlocked, and 15 years after she was born. I actually have RP blogs for them both ( @fivenightsleft for Miketrap, @strodehellfire for Magdalena ), with Magdalena’s starting off with another fic entirely.

I’ll likely post drabbles from the universe she was originally for, but that’ll be another time. Just look out for anything with “Magdalena’s Inferno” if you’re interested.

Now for the drabble!

“Eleven years, huh?” The dark-haired woman shone her flashlight around the hallway, stepping forward as she did so. Her free hand moved to her walkie-talkie, bringing it close to her mouth before she spoke. “Freddy’s really had a time, hasn’t he?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised nobody’s already looted the place,” a male voice crackled. “HQ figured they’d send you out since you worked on the Fazbear case previously, so—”

“Mostly Afton.”

“Right. Mostly Afton, but you too.” A pause. “You think you’ll find anything related to that here, Parks?”

Parks sighed. “No. I think my leads dried up a long time ago on that front.” She shook her head, walking down the hallway as she continued. “Too many closed locations. Too much history to try pinning anything down. The Afton family is either dead or missing, and I don’t know what to make of it.”

“You think Afton...you know...”

“Not a chance. He wanted to find their killer, and he said he was sure he had a lead. Michael wouldn’t do that, Jones. I knew him, he wouldn’t—” Parks bit her lip, the last words sounding too desperate for her to tolerate. She took a breath, then let it out. Calm down, Parks. “...I know he’s not the killer.”

“...right. You know I trust your judgment, Parks. I barely knew Afton—hell, I think you were the only one close to him.” A noise bubbled across the connection, something akin to shuffling papers. Either Jones was finally starting his paperwork, or he was simply shrugging. “Anything unusual in your sights?”

Parks turned a corner, about to answer before she spotted several objects on the floor.

Animatronic parts. All four of the animatronics had been dismantled, their parts in disheveled piles in the room. As she shone her flashlight upwards, she spotted that a wall had been boarded up; it looked more recent than the rest of the place, but not by much. The wood looked to have begun rotting, the water damage of the pizzeria beginning to erode it.

“Parks? Parks, you read me?”

Shakily, Parks lifted the walkie-talkie. “Jones, is there a room in the back of the pizzeria, near the restrooms?”

“Uhhhhh...let me check that.” The shuffling of papers accompanied the crackling, and Jones’s voice rung out a few moments later. “Looks like it! Should be a safe room. Fortified in case of emergencies. You know the drill.”

She pocketed the walkie-talkie, before glancing around for something to batter the wood with. Besides the animatronics, she spotted some pieces of wood, heading over to check them.

Most of them were just planks, useless for breaking much of anything. However, she found a beam in the pile, finding it weighty enough to bash, while just enough to not tax her limits too much. Even so, Parks had to set aside her flashlight, using one of Foxy’s arms to prop it so she could see the wooden barrier.

When she was ready, she silently counted down, before charging the door, the beam hitting it and causing the barrier to audibly crack.

It took several more charges before she could make a hole, and she had to find a crowbar to finish tearing it down. By the time she had a human-shaped hole in the wood, she was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down her face.

“Parks! Parks!”

She waited a moment before bringing the walkie-talkie to her. “Jones?”

“What was all that noise? Geez! Making me worry over here.”

“Bringing the barrier down. We’re supposed to investigate this place, right?”

“Yeah, but geez, at least tell me you’re going to break shit.”

“Right, right. I’m heading in.”

“Got it.”

Parks pocketed the walkie-talkie again, shining her flashlight into the saferoom as she toed in. There really wasn’t much in the room, but something slumped in the corner did catch her eye.

A rotting animatronic suit. She was sure that it used to be gold, but now it looked like a strange golden-green. Wires stuck out from its body, one of its ears severed, and the scent of decay reached her nose. This must’ve been one of the springlock suits that had been floating around during the investigation but rumored to have been artifacts from the diner that started it all.

It seemed like the rumors were true, in more than one way. Whichever unlucky sap had gotten his ass trapped in it was probably regretting it.

With another glance around, Parks stepped closer to the animatronic, lowering to one knee to get a better look at it.

It looked worse up close. Holes littered its body, revealing what appeared to be organs, and...were those silver eyes staring at her?

Before she could move, the animatronic did so first, its head rearing up and causing Parks to yelp and shine the flashlight into its eyes.

“W-wait!” The animatronic held up a hand, shielding its face from the light. “S-sorry, we...I haven’t had anyone...here in a long time...”

“Eleven years. W-we’re aware.” The voice sounded familiar, jarringly so. Even so, Parks swallowed, lowering the flashlight to allow the creature to look around. “Didn’t think there were any more that were haunted.”

The animatronic paused, before it lifted its gaze up towards her. It tilted its head, those silver eyes squinting, before it spoke again. “N-Naomi...?”

“What? H-how do you know my name?” Parks knew why, there was a sinking feeling of that, but she didn’t want to think about it. If it was true, that meant there would be so many questions, so many answers that she’d thought she had completely obliterated. “Who are you?”

“I-it’s...it’s me...Michael.”

Michael (or “Springtrap”, as he called himself now) proved to be rather cooperative in providing the information he had gathered. Naomi had to shut off the walkie-talkie to take notes, but not before reassuring Jones that she knew what she was doing.

When they finished, though, they sat together in silence. Naomi felt herself lean against Springtrap, stiffening at the animatronic’s arm wrapping around her, before relaxing. It was Michael. Sort of. He wouldn’t hurt her, not after giving so much vital information for the case.

“You said you were probably going to die.” Naomi’s voice was hushed, as if speaking too loudly would wake her up from whatever dream she was in. “I...technically did. Twice, if you want to count the...s-springlocking as a death.”

“And you’re still here.”

“Yes.”

“You...we have a daughter. That last time, before you left...”

Springtrap paused, before giving Naomi a gentle squeeze. “I’m...s-sorry I didn’t stay for her...or you.”

“But you can be with her now.”

“...but what about—”

“We’ll take care of finding William. You’ve done more than enough for the case, and if we can track him down and take care of him, then we can be a family again.”

“Even...like this?”

“Even like this.”

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