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Reign down on me - Part 6

Pairing: Ghost x Hybrid!reader (eventual poly!141)

No use of y/n or mention of gender/race

Summary: Reader is a wolf hybrid in a world that treats them like second class citizens, given a horrible start in life after being thrown into the military with no preparation. After years of struggle, they're finally taken away from their base by Ghost, now a permanent member of taskforce 141 reader struggles to come to terms with the fact that perhaps there's a life there for them - if only they reach out and accept it.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, Angst, abuse mentions, self doubt, violent scenes

A/N: Hi, helooooo! Sorry for the long update times, my life has been super hectic. So this chapter didn't go where I thought it would end up going, so there's some things I think I said I was gonna explore that will be in the next chapter instead. However I hope you enjoy this one 💕 thanks for waiting

-🐺-

There was a quiet hum pulsing through the room, the buzz of everyone around you tending to their own conversations and hoppy drinks which allowed you to relax and attempt to tune out the busy environment. After another successful mission, the 141 wanted to unwind- which apparently meant going to the pub for drinks, darts and, according to them, mediocre grub. Although after dining fine on MRE’s for the majority of your life, you had to disagree. That sausage and mash was the some of the best you’d tried.

Ghost had forced you to change into some civvies before you’d left, which meant doing another embarrassing repeat of the shopping experience hed’d taken you out on. You still weren’t convinced you were able to put together a good outfit, fussing and trying a few different combinations of things, but once Ghost had looked you up and down and given you a nod of approval you’d relaxed.

When you’d all gotten to the pub and you’d seen that less people stared at you while in your new attire, you were soon thankful for the change. A hybrid in military gear drew attention, it probably made people think the area was being worked, but a casually dressed and collared hybrid was apparently nothing to get too concerned about. Huh.

Once you’d pressed yourself to the back of the booth, you barely worried about being out in public anymore. The world was the confines of the table, the edge of it stretching no further than your now trusted teammates. That became all the more true after you were offered a drink and then another and another. Once the buzz had started, the last of your lingering anxieties around being out floated to the back of your mind and disappeared like smoke. None of the other patrons were even a blip in the back of your fuzzy little head.

“So Pup, what’d you reckon?” Gaz asked, spinning his pint glass around in his hand. “‘Nother drink?”

How many were you actually allowed, you wondered, you’d already had a few. When you turned to Ghost to try and gauge your answer, he was too busy talking in hushed tones to Soap, so instead you employed your backup. Price smiled wryly the second you clocked eyes with him across the table.

“Like most things, Pup, this ain’t a test,” Price chuckled. “You know your own tolerance don’t you?”

“You think I’ve done a lot of drinking before?” You asked back, innocently dodging his question.

You twiddled with your own glass, rolling it between your palms and watching the dregs inside twirl. Bubbles of the beer still continued to fizzle across your palette even as you watched it dance below you. The hypnotic show only served to further make you aware of the hazy sheen across your eyes, and you were sure that if you stood up you’d probably feel like you were walking on foamy clouds.

You’d have to be careful. Wouldn’t do to overindulge, you tried to remind yourself. Though that voice was quiet compared to the euphoric beast in you that cried out for more, that wanted to keep going until you forgot about every sordid thought in your head as easily as you forgot about how uncomfortable crowds made you.

“Well you sunk those pretty quickly,” Gaz said, motioning his glass toward you.

“Not to mention Branhaven has one of the highest rates of contraband seizure for a UK base,” Price noted, finishing the last of his drink. “Reckon you’ve probably indulged a time or two, no?”

You couldn’t conceal your smile. Though your ears soon pinned to your head, realising that the implication that you were engaging in illegal behaviour was floated out wide in the open. It was true, hybrids would often do chores or other kinds of favours for human soldiers in exchange for goods, which often meant working for booze or cigarettes or stronger stuff on occasion. You’d been more than happy to help with boot polishing and patch sewing on an occasion or two. Some nights it helped with the pain, on others it just kept you from going mad.

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone your secrets,” Gaz winked. “I’ll go get us another round.”

You bit your lip and nodded, watching as he made his way over to the busy bar, casually floating around a group of men before seizing an opportunity to break through to the oderous wood top. Once at the counter, he folded his arms over it and leaned his body out ever so slightly, his hips angling back toward the table.

It was hard to tell if it was entirely the drink, but as you watched him, you found yourself really looking what you saw. Gaz was a well built man, lean and proportioned well, but it was his face that your eyes were stuck on. He looked good that night, his smiles came easy, the full ones that showed his fang-like teeth. They glinted in the soft light when he turned around to say something to the man next to him, shining like pearls. His shoulders were relaxed, back untensed, his body shook with laughter when the other man made a joke.

Truth be told you couldn’t be sure how long you stared after him, but it was safe to say your roving eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

“See somethin’ you like over there?” Price asked, jerking his head back to the Sergeant.

You blinked slowly. Your head felt like it was rushing with syrup, getting flustered but too tipsy to respond with anything smart.

“What?”

“You’re lookin’ awfully hard is all,” he shrugged.

The room felt like it heated a few degrees. In an effort to not meet that crinkly eyed grin of your captain, your gaze floated along the arm hed slung over the back of Gaz's chair. However, that only gave you more problems. You immediately imagined him slinging that arm over you, holding you close and sharing his heady body heat. Smelling his scent, bathing him in yours.

It’s happening again!

Your ears perked up like lightning rods when you realised that some baser part of your nature was taking over yet another time that week. The feral little creature that usually kicked around somewhere in your hindbrain was clawing its way to the forefront. Now you were practically panting after half your team. You needed to get a hold of yourself, you reasoned, surely you weren’t going to give into whatever random desires you were getting for closeness. Stupid Pack bond - or whatever it was that Ghost had chalked it up to.

“I, uh- there’s pool over there,” you shrugged lamely, gesturing to the tables just off to Gaz’s right.

Someone managed to pot a ball not long after you’d said it. Your ears tilted toward the sound, then swivelled again when you heard Gaz’s familiar huffs and puffs of effort. He was now stepping toward you with a trayful of glasses, clenching his teeth whenever he came close to spilling or bumping into someone, walking ever slower with the wobbling glasses as he realised how precariously they were balanced. His muscles bulged a little with the effort.

Price caught your stupid staring again, but he didn’t say anything about it this time. His eyes just narrowed knowingly at you, not with accusation but with concealed humour. You could tell by the subtle pull of his lip.

“Gazzy. You up for a game?” Price barked.

“Depends, what are we playing?” Gaz asked, raising a brow as he snatched his pint.

He took a sip of it, coating his upper lip in a little sheen of foam. He licked it off in short order.

“The wolf wants to play pool,” Price said.

Price once again interrupted your brain fog from taking over. Knowing full well that he would be wearing that same stupid ‘I know what you’re thinking’ look on his face, you looked up at Gaz and reached out for your own drink. That one had to be your last before - god forbid - you were left drooling over anyone else.

“Oh yeah? You a secret pool master?” Gaz asked.

“Oh…no,” you clarified, awkwardly swallowing a gulp of beer. “I’ve watched it being played enough times though. I always wanted to try it.”

You’d never actually been that bothered about it, you preferred to blend in rather than get caught in competition, especially when it came to games with humans. However as far as any of them were concerned, it was your life’s dream. Anything, as long as it stopped anyone from thinking that you were obsessed with your teammate.

“You wanna pair up with me then? Reckon you should be on the winning team for your first game.”

“Pfft, winning team? Sure that’s with you, son?” Price scoffed.

“Beat you last time didn’t I, old man?”

“Fuck off.”

Price took a dramatic gulp of his beer then loudly pushed off from the booth, marching toward the pool table as if it were a mission objective. You laughed noiselessly to yourself, but soon had to stop yourself from choking on your own drink when the little demon inside you commented on how nice his big broad shoulders were, perfect for holding you close.

How were you going to survive the night?

You looked back over at Ghost to try and regain some sense of composure only to see that Soap was shuffling along the bench to leave and your handler was about to follow him. Giving him a slight head tilt in question, you wondered where they were going. To which, Ghost answered by pulling you in close, wrapping his arm around you and leaving you practically choking on his forearm for a second, before he released you with a messy pat on the head.

“We’re goin’ for a smoke,” he chuckled, watching your annoyed glare with amusement while you fixed your hair. “Be good while I’m gone.”

The smile lines broke out under his eyes, and for a ditzy second all you could do was stare. All thoughts of telling him off left your mind, instead you were stuck looking above his face mask, drinking in the glittering pools of his irises and the blush tinged tops of his cheeks. Your tail wagged traitorously when he continued to stare back.

“What?” he huffed, smile still not leaving his eyes.

Your entire body flamed at being caught this time.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, shrinking back into the chair.

You hoped that the chair would swallow you.

“Silly thing.”

Ghost gave you a scratch behind the ears then finally slid off to join Soap. However, you weren’t left alone to your own self-deprecating thoughts. Gaz was watching you, his lips curving in amusement. He started to twirl his glass again, spinning it around on it’s axis.

“So how do you like being with the 141 so far then?”

The question caught you off guard, but you had to admit it was a welcome distraction. You unpinned your ears from your shameful, burning head and relaxed once more.

“I like it,” you said simply.

“Oh yeah? How’s staying with Ghost?”

“Oh uh, Ghost is nice. It’s been cool having my own room,” you said, smiling as you thought about your big comfy bed. “He’s been really good to me.”

Gaz snorted out a laugh before he could stop himself.

“What?” You glared. “What’s so funny?”

“Nice isn’t the first word I’d use to describe Ghost, but….” He shrugged.

“Ghost is nice though,” you frowned, body growing tense at the hint of any accusations of the contrary.

“Sure, when he’s not telling awful jokes or burning holes into your head with that stare he has,” Gaz laughed, outstretching his hands and wiggling his fingers. “I’m from Manchester and I’m gonna steal your soul with me spooky eyes.”

You giggled at his terrible impression, back unfurling from its defensive hunch, then hit his hands away playfully. Normally you would’ve worried about the repercussions of doing something like that to a superior, but the drink was still buzzing through your head and if that weren’t enough Gaz’s smile shone brightly back at you.

“Ghost isn’t spooky,” you affirmed.

“Seriously? Next you’ll tell me that you don’t live in a big haunted castle together.”

“We don’t!” You laughed.

“I bet it has skeleton decorations everywhere. Skull pillows and skeleton paintings, table and chair legs shaped into bones.”

“No!”

“Really? Damn, the man isn’t as predictable as I thought…but honestly tell me. Does he have little skeleton jammies? You can’t seriously tell me that he doesn’t keep the skull look going when he gets home. He probably sits and watches Netflix with his skull top and bottoms and skeleton cuddly toy and skeleton sockies. No? Genuinely?”

You only continued to laugh and shake your head, denying his silly accusations. Gaz smiled back at you, shifting his eyes over you as if he were cataloguing every sign of your delight.

“Oi, time for hilarities is over,” Price said, appearing through the parting crowds. “get ready to get your arses handed to ya. I got us a table”

“You sound awfully confident, Captain,” Gaz said, scraping his chair across the rough floors.

“Because I’m not drunk this time.”

“Don’t need you to be drunk to beat you. Got Pup on my team, we can’t lose.”

-🐺-

“Maybe I should sit this one out,” you murmured, flinching as the cue white ball barely even tapped the yellow ball that you were trying to hit.

Your ears pinned low to your head and your temperature grew as you looked up and down the table and failed to see how you were going to pot even a single ball at the rate you were going. When you’d watched the game being played in the past, you’d assumed it was easy, but apparently the human soldiers were just skilled at it.

Your failure was made all the worse by the fact that Gaz and Price had very dutifully stood and explained the rules and how to use the pool cue when the game had begun. In fact Price had been so thorough on his explanation it prompted Gaz to assert once again that you were going to beat his arse easy. However…

You had taken two attempts and in that time had only nudged that mockingly cheerful yellow ball once. The first attempt where you almost missed even hitting the cue ball altogether didn’t bear thinking about. Meanwhile Price had already potted four. You chewed your lip, hoping Gaz wouldn’t be too annoyed that his tutoring was apparently falling on deaf ears.

“Aw, don’t worry Pup. You’ll get it,” Price chuckled.

“Yeah, don’t sweat it. It’s your first game!” Gaz reassured

He leaned over then and zeroed in on a striped orange ball, setting his cue across the back of his roughened hand and sawing it back and forth like a wary snake. He’d taken off his brown trucker jacket at the beginning of the match, so now his arms were out in full display, practically suffocating inside the short sleeves he wore and bursting to get out. Your eyes grazed along the cue and danced between the thick hairs on the backs of his forearms and up to his biceps, mesmerised by the shifting muscle.

You missed seeing him finally hit the cue ball, but your ears twitched at the sound and your heart sunk when you both saw and heard the resulting ‘plonk’ of the orange stripe rolling merrily into its pocket. You were so screwed.

“Gonna hold back on making eyesight jokes now, Garrick?” Price questioned, already lining up his next shot.

“Only if you manage to get that blue,” Gaz winked, pointing to a ball that sat nowhere near the cueball.

“Easy, I’ll just hit the ball off the side, let it bank left and then it’ll roll into the pocket,” he grinned.

“Oh yeah, easy,” Gaz scoffed, nudging you with his shoulder. “Watch this, Pup. Captain’s about to embarrass ‘imself.”

“Oi. Keep your shit opinions to yourself!”

Gaz rolled his eyes, but nevertheless the two of you watched in concentrated silence as Price actually started to line up the shot he called. After a few tense seconds of watching him adjust and readjust once more he took a breath then whacked the ball with all the force of a train going through a brick wall. The white ball smacked into the fuzzy green side then banked just shy of the blue striped ball, rolling furiously into the pocket straight after. It landed with a heavy thunk to boot.

“Fuck me,” Price muttered to himself, immediately grabbing for his beer straight after.

“Wahey! Look at that Pup, we’ve got two shots,” Gaz said, heavily patting your shoulder. “We’ve got this.”

“Yeah,” you laughed weakly, handing him the cue. “You got this.”

“Woah woah woah,” Gaz said, tilting his head dramatically. “We’re a team, we got this.”

“Well it is your shot.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

He shoved the pool cue back into your hands, but he didn’t step away from you after. He pressed you insistently toward the table and caged his arms between yours, taking your hands with his and adjusting them up the smooth wood. You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath tickling at your neck and teasing through your hair. You stiffened up like drying clay when he moulded himself closer into you.

“Don’t freeze up like that, you’re not under attack. Look, I’m gonna show you how to hold it properly and that way you’ll get a good hit alright?”

You chanced a look back at him and caught a look into those molten honey eyes, knowing full well you were a goner. You’d just have to go with whatever he said. After giving him a gentle little nod, you swallowed the lump in your throat and turned back toward the table, allowing him to slowly arrange your body so that you were in the supposed perfect stance.

His hands were silk, gliding delicately across your arms so that you would place yourself how he wanted. You had to hold yourself back from shivering every time his touch came. Once you were standing how he wanted, he took to laughing and tutting at you until you got your finger into the correct position to support the cue, and only when that was Gaz certified did he allow you to start readying your shot.

“Ok, take it away, Pup. You got this!”

After a couple of practice slides, you drew the cue back one final time, holding your breath as you prepared to send it flying forward and into the purple ball that Gaz had lined up for you. You finally took your shot, watching with wide eyes as the cueball barrelled forward and shunted straight into the purple, sending it toward the pocket while it landed neatly beside a couple more of your balls, ready for the next shot. As soon as the purple landed fully down, you were jumping up in an instant.

“I hit it! I hit it and scored a point,” you said, full smile beaming as you turned to Gaz. “Did you see how fast it went? I wanna do that again!”

Gaz’s sharp canines were on full display again. His eyes travelled low down on your body and he chuckled, and only when you followed his eyeline did you see that your tail was furiously wagging up a storm behind you. It wafted up a big draft of air, blowing gusts through the old newspapers that were piled on the low table behind you.

“I saw. You did good,” Gaz praised, laughing while rubbing the little spot on your cheek that he always did.

“Yes, Pup - very good,” Price added dryly, shaking his head while taking another swig of his drink.

With that the newspapers behind you turned from almost the front pages, toward the nonsense stories at the back.

“What’s got you so excited, fuzzy lugs?”

You turned and saw Soap leaning over the end of the table, slowly swirling his whisky while he assessed the game. His blue eyes rolled from one end and to the other then settled on you, pinning you in place for a moment until you’d realised that he’d asked you a question. You bit your lip and shrugged, trying to downplay yourself a little as you remembered that your victory was being celebrated a little too early.

“I potted a ball,” you shrugged, trying to hide your mellowed tone with a drink.

“Oh did ye, aye? You’ll have to do it again for me and Ghost,” he grinned.

Soap motioned his head to the left, pointing toward Ghost who was taking his time wandering back to Soap’s side. You could smell the cigarette smoke cloying to him as he walked by. It made your nose wrinkle. Though you soon forgot all about it when he shot you a wink.

“Gonna show us your new skills?” He asked.

Now everyone was watching you. No pressure.

You gulped and made your way back to the table side, using your cue like a walking stick. Poking your tongue out, you stood for a second and swayed a little on your unsteady tipsy feet, thinking through your next move. Your eyes roved over the balls, moving between the two most likely candidates until you settled on the green.

After looking up and confirming everyone was still staring, you shuddered. However Gaz gave you an encouraging smile, which spurred you on all the more. A few awkward seconds passed while you tried to reform yourself into the same position Gaz put you in before. Even in your drunken state you still recalled most of the ways he’d shown that you were supposed to position yourself, all the while keeping your hands further up the stick so that you could hit harder and keeping your finger ridgid against it.

You slid it back and forth, once, then another two times and finally you made your move. The cue thwacked into the cueball and sent it rocketing into the green, sending the green ball rolling forward and flying toward the left side pocket. The ball began to lose its momentum just toward the end, it slowed just a little more and then a little more and just when your ears started to collapse downward in disappointment, it managed to creep into the pocket at the last second.

“Holy shit I did it! I did it all by myself!” You squealed, perking back up again and grinning like an idiot.

You turned, making sure everyone had seen it, but before you could take stock everyone you were surrounded by two massive chests. The pressure came quickly crushing you up like a scrapped car. Though you didn’t mind, when your panicked mind realised they were hugging you, you settled into it and wagged your tail.

“That’s my good Pup,” Ghost crooned, his voice even more gravelly than usual.

“You did so good!” Gaz whooped.

They both parted from you and just when you’d adjusted to having full lung capacity again, Soap all but whacked all the air from you with a couple of big pats on the back.

“Well done, furball,” he said lowly, throwing you a sly smile. “Knew you had it in ya. You’re my wee pack mate after all, aren’t ya?”

Your tail wagged even harder at that.

“Yes, very good,” Price barked, smiling despite the faux stern expression he tried to hold. “You taking your next turn or not, Pup?”

“I get another one?” You gawped, looking at the last few balls in awe.

“You get one every time you pot. And if you don’t get on with your next one I’m confiscating it from you.”

“Don’t think that’s in the rules, old man,” Gaz laughed.

“Gotta give myself a chance here, Garrick. You two have bloody hustled me,” Price retorted.

“Oh you think you’re hustled now? Just wait for this next turn.”

-🐺-

You helped Gaz win that game in the end, and as a reward he insisted on carrying you to the taxi on his back. Well, that’s what he intended anyway. He stumbled just as he got out the pub door and collapsed in a fit of drunken laughter. At that point Ghost took over and hoisted you up on his shoulder, carrying you like a sack of potatoes.

Had you been in any state to complain you might’ve, however you were still riding on a winning high and your head was full of bubbles and fizz. No matter how hard you tried to stop it, your tail continued to sloppily wag even while Ghost carried you, and for the rest of the night he complained about having fur in his mouth. Normally something like that would worry you, thinking you’d annoyed him, but you’d been so carefree you fell asleep on him once he’d lugged you to the sofa.

You’d woken the next morning stretched out fully over a sleeping Ghost and Soap, jumping up in mortification when you realised what you’d done and running to your bed for what felt like an extra five minutes of sleep. Then as a grand result of your wild night out (compared to anything else you’d ever done), you were exhausted the whole next day. So much so that you’d been flagging through a lot of your exercises, but luckily Ghost went easy and structured training so that you got more breaks and got easier tasks to complete. Whether that was more for you or him, you couldn’t really decide.

“Sleepy Pup,” Ghost chuckled, rubbing your cheek with the back of his greasy hand. “We’ll get an early night tonight, huh?”

You hummed in response. The sound of him cleaning his rifle had been relaxing, the cloth fibres smoothly running along the barrel while you leaned against his leg and caught up on a little napping. Normally he would send you off to do something while he did upkeep, but given your low energy he was quite happy to have you rest with him while he worked.

“Alright then, Pup. Time to head off home,” Ghost grunted, giving your shoulder a gentle shake. “We just gotta swing by Price’s office first.”

“Ok,” you said through a yawn.

Your tail crooked off to the side more than usual, and you could feel the fur on your ears sticking up like an animal that had just emerged from hibernation. Had there been a mirror around, you knew you’d be jumping back from it,though luckily that wasn’t the case. Instead you followed listlessly along after Ghost, plodding through the hallways like a mindless golem after its master.

“You ok to wait out here?”

It had barely even registered that you’d reached Price’s door. However when your mind came too, you were out in the dingy hallway that proceeded his room. The two of you standing by the chipped paint patch that looked suspiciously like someone had slammed a chunk out of the wall. You slowly nodded when you finally caught up, the joint in your neck rolling as if automated.

“Try not to fall asleep out here. I’m not carrying you again,” he chuckled. “You need anything, just knock.”

You nodded again and watched him quietly open the door and click it shut. He left you alone in the corridor, staring bleary eyed at the flickering light, absentmindedly falling back against the wall and counting out the seconds between its full beam and little strobe dance. Without fail it would flicker every five to seven seconds.

Footsteps marched down the hallway in the distance, and your ears twitched to their rhythm. The boots slapped against the floors at a quick pace, and slowly muffled voices echoed from out of obscurity and rang through your ears. The two men became clearer by the second, and before long they were crossing your path, just about to walk past you until one of them caught eyes with you and halted as if stopped by an invisible force.

“Care to explain what you’re doing leaning around like that, hybrid?” he growled.

You frowned at him. The man had dark hair closely cropped to his head, save for a small combed over patch on the top and big bushy eyebrows that fell heavy over his dark eyes. His friend meanwhile was almost completely bald, but had a striking scar across his cheek and a birthmark on his neck. Both of them seemed young, though not young enough that they were too fresh to think about messing with you apparently.

“I’m waiting for my handler to finish his meeting with Captain Price,” you said evenly, figuring it was easiest just to answer him.

He didn’t look satisfied with your answer though, his eyes lit up in challenge and his jaw twinged as if biting through bone. All traces of tiredness left you in that instant. Whatever was about to happen couldn’t be good, you were experienced enough to know that much.

“What was that?” the man said, tilting his head for emphasis.

His friend raised his brows, looking between the two with a vexed expression. He musn’t have been as familiar with hybrids, you thought dully, glancing at him while still keeping yourself focused on the combover man. If only one of them was going to be aggressive then defending yourself from whatever they were going to do would be easier.

“I said that I’m waiting for my handler,” you ground out, stiffening your posture.

“Waiting for your handler, sir,” the man corrected, his thick eyebrows casting a dark shadow over his eyes. “You have to show respect to your superior officers.”

You said nothing in response, only nodding your head once and gritting your teeth. Technically that was true, but given Ghost was a Lieutenant that meant that you likely outranked them (given that you were automatically ranked the same as your handler as a hybrid). Those assholes could kick rocks as far as you were concerned, you’d earned your right to speak on their level.

“Do you want a last chance to fix your attitude, hybrid?” he asked, tensing his arms as he leered over you.

His shadow flickered in the wavering light and you couldn’t help but think of him as a demon. His friend put a hand on his back and urged him to ‘just forget about it’, but still the man didn’t budge. He continued to loom over you and stare expectantly, though as far as you were concerned he could wait forever.

He didn’t though. The little shit, took your silence as insolence, and just when he was about to reach out and grab you, you strafed back from him and growled. The sound had the other man widening his eyes, but your main attacker only glared. It spurred him to come for you once again, but again he missed you and then failed to grab you another time after that.

“Get the fuck over here, you little-”

He reached out again to grab you, and finally he’d succeeded, clenching his hand painfully around your arm. However you weren’t going to let him manhandle you like that. You barked out a fearsome roar of defiance and dug your nails, more like claws, into the thick uncovered flesh of his arm and yanked it backward while spinning away from his grip. The yowl of pain he let out interrupted his sentence and sent his friend into a panic trying to drag the man back.

“What the fuck is going on out here?”

The shout echoed out across the concrete walls and all at once you all ceased your rebuttals. Your teeth stayed bared and you continued to pant, staring down the hallway as if possessed by a vengeful force. Meanwhile the two men looked fearfully over at the source of the voice, paling noticeably when they were forced to reckon with your fearsome handler.

Your attacker gulped, loud enough that your sensitive ears picked up on it and swivelled in his direction. He flinched at the movement, but soon straightened up. The pitiful man held out his arm and set his face in a grim expression, using his other hand to motion down at the bleeding claw marks.

“This hybrid attacked me, sir,” the man said, voice far more subdued than it had been before.

Ghost raised his eyebrow from behind his mask and looked over at you. Once he’d finally assessed the state you were in, he put his body in between the two of you and set to work calming you down. He took your collar in his hand and directed you to look at him, smoothing his hand down your back and blocking your view of the perceived hostile. After which, he took to gently shushing your panting and making calming noises.

“Can you tell me what happened?” He asked after a few moments, smoothing his hands over your ruffled hair.

“Well, what happened was-” the man’s friend began.

“Wasn’t fucking talking to you,” Ghost growled, not even sparing a look back.

Your mouth twitched into a smile, but Ghost didn’t indulge it. He set his eyes on you with a serious frown and forced a sigh from your lips. Part of you had thought that Ghost might be on your side, but now a little voice in the back of your mind was trying to scream past a crumbling barrier - it told you that maybe Ghost was going to give up on his gentle handler act. It would make sense, you thought, you were a bad soldier, you didn’t deserve the nice treatment to begin with.

“I was waiting for you and then…I was asked what I was doing and then, when I explained myself, I was told I wasn’t being respectful enough. He tried to grab me and I fought him off,” you said awkwardly, not wanting to meet his eyes any longer.

“Sir, that hybrid was leaning around - not even waiting at attention and when I tried to address their behaviour, I was given nothing but bad attitude back. I was trying to correct it’s bad behaviour when it saw fit to scratch me up like a fucking feral cat!” The man fumed.

“Correct their behaviour?” Ghost asked, turning to man finally. “How were you going to correct my hybrid’s behaviour exactly?”

Your heart dropped into your belly. Every instinct within you screamed out that you were about to meet Ghost’s iron fist at last. You were going to experience a lashing at the very least and at worst, he might take everything you had come to care about away from you. Hot salty tears brimmed on top of your cheeks, finally overflowing at the thought that Ghost might’ve only given you all those things so that it would hurt more having them taken away again.

You made sure to sob quietly, sniffling softly into your hand so that you wouldn’t antagonise Ghost any further. Tears won’t get you anywhere in the army, mutt, Maddox’s voice chirped in the back of your mind. You almost missed the man’s pathetic whimpering answer.

“Well…I was going to give it a slap, sir. Strike some sense into it.”

“I see,” Ghost replied, wide back still obscuring the man from you.

You doubted you’d make anything out past your tears anyway. In your mind everything was in the process of being ripped out of your life again, the team were going to look at you like the disappointment you knew you were, your things were going to be scrapped and stripped down to bare essentials once more and you’d never get to feel Simon the cuddlytoy’s soft fur ever again. However you were ripped out of your little pity parade with the sound of a hard smack.

Your ears perked up and you jumped back a pace or two, looking around for the source of the noise until you looked past Ghost and saw your attacker rubbing his cheek and groaning. For a second, you couldn't quite believe what had happened, but soon enough the man was wrenching his hand away from his face in an effort to save face and it revealed an angry looking red patch of skin. It really had happened - Ghost had slapped the soldier. 2

“You think that’s knocked some sense into you, Second Lieutenant?” Ghost sneered. “Don’t you fucking dare breathe in the direction of another handler’s hybrid ever again, nevermind think that you have the right to discipline them, you self-righteous little cunt. Get out of my sight the pair of ya.”

The man opened his mouth, about to say something in his defence until his friend nodded sharply and began to drag him away. Not wanting to cause more of a scene the man relented, but the way he glared as he turned told you that this wasn’t over. There was a new target on Ghost’s back now.

However, said back was turning away from you now and Ghost was facing you once again and pulling you into his arms. After a shocked second of fear, readying yourself to be hit or similarly reprimanded, you slowly came to realise he didn’t mean to hurt you at all. He was hugging you and rubbing your back, telling you that it was alright.

“Wh- what are you doing?” you asked feebly, trying your best not to hiccup or sniff through your words.

“Trying to comfort you, if you’ll let me,” Ghost snorted, slowly walking you backward.

You walked with him, but only grew more confused as he dragged you into Price’s office and forced you to sit on the old ratty couch and curl up with him. Out of the corner of your bleary eyes you saw Price sitting at his desk and watching you both with concern, gathering up a few bottles of water onto his desk. In front of you, Ghost wrapped his grip ever tighter round you and got you to bury your head into his neck.

“It’s over now, Pup,” Ghost said softly, smoothing over your salt scorched cheek. “You’re ok.”

“But…you- aren’t you going to punish me?” you asked, freeing yourself from his hold a little and drawing away from his usually relaxing scent so that you could make an effort to think straight.

“You’ve not done anything worth punishment,” he said gently.

“I scratched someone,” you whined, looking down at your still bloody hands with a wobbling lip.

“Someone that saw fit to break protocol and try to discipline a hybrid that wasn’t theirs. You had every right to defend yourself. You’re not going to be punished for that.”

“Especially not when the punishment he had in mind didn’t fit the crime in the first place. Corporal punishment is supposed to be reserved for serious offences Pup, not for leaning or having a bad attitude,” Price added, coming to sit at your other side. “Here, take a drink of this. You need it, you’ve made yourself unwell.”

He handed you a water bottle and gave you a serious look until you finally took it from him and slowly uncapped it. Through a series of uneasy sips, your heart began to regulate and your body stopped shaking. You hadn’t even realised that you had been shaking. The realisation made you sign, taking a couple breaths until you could clear your mind enough to reach some level of proper awareness again.

“I thought it was all going to go away,” you sighed, leaning against Ghost’s chest when you knew that things were normal again.

“What was going to go away?” Ghost asked, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You bathed in his and Price’s joint attentions, letting Ghost rub your cheek and Price smooth a hand over your shoulders and back. For a few luxurious seconds you let yourself revel in the fact that you were wrong. The stupid little panicky voice in your head was a liar. Everything was just as it had been.

“Everything,” you said eventually, voice barely a whisper. “I thought you were going to take all my things away and start treating me like they did at my old base. Thought I was going to be sent to the post…”

“Mark my words, anyone tries to lash you again and they’ll have the entire 141 to answer to, Pup,” Price said, voice coming through in a low growl.

“And I’d never take away your things,” Ghost vowed, cupping your cheek so that you had to look at him. “They’re given to you as payment for your service to us. They’re not for me or anyone else to take away, just like Price can’t rip my things from me. Nothing’s going away and you’re never going to be treated the way you were ever again. You’re ours, alright? We always protect our own.”

You stared at them both in disbelief, but couldn’t think of anything to say. The exhaustion and the upset combined and you were left feeling more drained than you had been in days. Instead you settled down back into Ghost’s collar bones and let yourself be petted and fussed over, sleepily letting your eyes close for the last time that day.

“Just wait till Soap and Gaz hear about this. That bastard’ll be lucky to see sunrise tomorrow,” you only just heard Price whisper darkly, before scratching a calloused hand over your ears.

“Now now, Price,” Ghost murmured back. “Gotta make it look like an accident.”

#reign down on me #simon ghost riley #Simon Riley #Ghost #mw2 #ghost x reader #Hybrid!reader

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milliondollarwomen · 3 months

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Well Hello (part 2)

tom blyth x fem reader

word count 1.7k

mature 18+

https://www.tumblr.com/daemonslover/739845802239934464/well-hello-tom-blyth-x-fem-reader-word-count-19k?source=share

Part 1 ^^^

hey guys!! so glad you enjoyed part 1 here's part 2!!

recap:

"Sorry for the interruption, class. This is Tom Blyth; he's been working for me for two years and will be assisting this semester." You cautiously raise your head, hoping it's not who you think it is. And there's the man you met in the bar, smirking at you

Your professor's surprise introduction of Tom makes you uneasy. The mention of Tom working for the professor for two years makes you realize how naive you were to not consider him working at a university. He was in his twenties and was intrigued when you mentioned that you were a graduate student; everything was coming together. He kept staring at you the entire class, so you couldn't concentrate on the material. The familiarity of that smile evoked memories of the bar encounter and that night, increasing the uneasiness. All you could think was, "What if this gets out?" "what if he black mails me?"

"Remember discussion one will be due next class" Finally, the professor dismisses you all to go. You leap out of your seat and try to find the nearest exit. You don't even want to look around to avoid accidently seeing him. As you exit the classroom, you check both hallways to see if it's clear. Feeling relieved as you see only students, you begin to go out. While going around the building looking for a way out, you take time to enjoy the architecture and paintings on the walls. The marble walls and magnificent pillars throughout the rooms are adorned with portraits of former professors and school presidents.

“Well hello”

The very voice you didn't want to hear made your entire body feel like it was ready to crumble into a million pieces. The panic that erupted in your body was so intense that you thought you'd pass out. You cautiously turn around, hoping it wasn't him and your mind was playing tricks on you. Nonetheless, it was him. As horrible as it sounded, he looked very attractive. His hair was perfectly messy with just the right amount of curl, his suit was fitted to perfection, and his blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

Tom's interruption snaps you out of your contemplation, and his smirking remark sends a shiver down your spine. "Cat got your tongue?" he says, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "Please leave me alone, I could get in trouble," you manage to say, feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable. You sound desperate, expressing the fear Tom's presence has caused you to feel. Tom leans in slightly, making the encounter more personal. "you should of thought about that before you let me fuck you" he whispers, his voice carrying a sinister undertone.

The decision to walk away and dismiss Tom in your head seemed like a reasonable strategy to avoid escalating the situation. However, as you take a few steps to distance yourself, you feel a firm grip on your arm. Tom's grasp is unexpected and forceful, causing a ripple of concern among students who witness the scene. "You will not walk away from me," he asserts, his words sending a chill down your spine. The whispers and concerned looks from your peers amplify the anxiety within you. The last thing you want is to draw attention and jeopardize the hard work you've put into reaching this point with getting into grad school.

In an attempt to defuse the situation, you hesitantly suggest, "If I meet you somewhere will you stop, you are causing people to stare." You're taken aback by Tom's response when he smiles, as though he's satisfied with your cooperation."Meet me at the Italian restaurant tonight at 6 p.m.; it's six blocks from here," Tom vanishes into the distance, but your classmates' looks and murmurs remain. The impending meeting weighs heavily on you, and you can't get rid of the terrible sensation that this meeting with Tom will have repercussions that go far beyond the classroom. With a strong will to safeguard both your reputation and your own welfare, you struggle with the unknown that is going to be at the Italian restaurant later that night.

Because of the awkward situation in class and your meeting with Tom coming up, you decide to take a break and see the beautiful city that surrounds NYU. Your first stop will be Central Park, which is close and quick to get to. When you walk into the park, which is a big green oasis in the middle of the city, you can relax and enjoy the peace and quiet it offers. Getting away from the busy city and into the quiet park is a nice change of pace. You can feel the ups and downs of life all around you as you sit on a bench or walk along the winding paths. The sounds of children laughing, street musicians playing, and couples talking quietly together make a symphony that is nice to listen to. This temporary escape gives you a sense of stability and connection to the life of the city. The different stories, emotions, and experiences of the people you see remind you of how strong and bright you are beyond the problems you're facing right now. The break is helpful because it gives you time to get stronger and see things more clearly before facing the unknowns of the evening.

Later in the day

You eventually get home after exploring New York City. It's finally time for you to get ready and face Tom. You look at the clock and see that you have around 2 hours to get dressed. Although you know it's wrong, you're looking forward to seeing what happens tonight. Morally, this is terrible and could wreck your life, yet the sneakiness appeals to you.

For something easy but eye-catching, you choose a black dress with a low-cut back that has a subtle charm. The fabric drapes beautifully, drawing attention to your shape while keeping a sense of class. You chose the dress on purpose; it's sexy without showing too much. You are once again standing in front of the mirror as you get ready to see Tom. A quick touch-up of your makeup and hairstyle.

"Get your shit together, this isn't a date," you explain to yourself. This isn't about love; it's about telling him off. Hidden beneath the surface, two strong emotions are battling: the need to hold on to your anger and a deeper, more complex desire.

One last look in the mirror turns into a quiet pep talk. You can't get the words out of your head; put your feelings aside and look at the situation clearly. You know in your heart that the water below is rough and that you are pulled between being furious and having an unpleasant desire that you can't avoid.

As soon as you walk into the Italian restaurant, the mood changes. The soft glow of the warm lighting and the chatter of the people eating make the room feel cozy, but as you look around, you can feel the stress in the air. When you see Tom in a booth in the corner, you feel a rush of nervous energy. As you get closer to the table, your mixed feelings get stronger. When you see Tom, your heartbeat speeds up. "So glad you showed up, love; you look incredible."

As Tom pulls out your seat, you can feel the stress in the air. Thanking him for his kindness, but there is a lot of tension between you two that you don't say. There is silence at the table, and the things that aren't said form an invisible wall.

Before you can start talking, the waiter comes in and gives you a break for a while. After the orders are made. Tom breaks the silence "I'm sorry for my outburst earlier, dove." He tries to hold your hand, but you automatically pull away.

With a snarky tone, you say, "The only reason I'm here is to talk with you about how we will move forward this semester because this will never be a thing." The words give off an air of distance, which is a way to protect yourself from how vulnerable the situation is. You're struggling with mixed feelings deep down—a desire for his touch that has been going around in your head since that fateful night—but you're determined to hide them.

This outraged Tom. He knew it was all an act; he knew what was going through your mind right now was to appear uninterested because you were frightened of losing your place at NYU. This is a reasonable cause, but he would not tolerate her attitude and hatred toward him. Tom quickly rose up from his seat and grabbed your arm, leading you to the bathroom.

He forced you into the restroom and shut the door. Thankfully, there was just one stall.

You knew where this was going, and surprisingly, you weren't upset about it. Yes, you came here to warn him that this is wrong, but you knew that giving him an attitude would make him want to fuck you even harder than before. "Tom, we can't do this again," you plead, knowing that it will make him want you even more. Tom approaches you, puts his hands on your waist, and kisses your neck. This causes the warmth between your legs to rise into your stomach. He pushes two fingers into your throbbing pussy, causing you to gasp. "Tell me you aren't enjoying this love.'' You chose to wait to react so that it didn't seem like you were giving in so soon.

You finally give in and gasp out his name, "Tom, oh fuck, please," which fills his eyes with lust as he watches you squirm beneath him while he plays with your pussy, despite the fact that you just minutes ago pretended to despise him. "Look at you begging for me in a restaurant bathroom like a little slut, tell me you want me" he continues to rub circles around your clit, rubbing the right spot every time. "Please, Tom, I need you inside of me." Seeing the redness around your chest and your sloppy movements as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, he knows you're approaching your climax.

He abruptly stops just before your climax, jolting you out of your sexual trance and confusing you. Tom leans down and says, "Fix your attitude, then I'll let you finish." "See you in class dove." he says, and walks out of the stall, leaving you sexually frustrated, with dripping underwear, and fucked up hair.

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shadowkoo · 8 months

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What Friends Are For

→ Summary: When your closest friend confides in you with something truly surprising, it's only natural to step in and offer your assistance, because that's what true friends do, right?

↠ vernon x f.reader | 2.8k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, best friends, friends to lovers, virgin/first time au

→ Warnings: explicit & unprotected sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), handjob, doggy, language, creampie, jealousy, teasing, slightly dominant!vernon, virgin!vernon, riding, breast play, nipple play, dirty talk, fingering, rough sex, deep dicking, hair pulling, begging, cum swallowing, deep throating

→ Author note: This is an updated version of an old fic of mine, I hope you enjoy it!!! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

“You can’t be serious!” you burst out laughing, sharing a dumbfounded look with your best friend. You’re at his apartment and he just finished telling you the most ridiculous thing ever. You chuckle again while you continue to look for a movie to watch. “You are such a liar.”

“I’m dead serious, don’t laugh,” Vernon huffs, “You have no idea what it’s like having to pretend with the guys like I know what I’m talking about.”

“Oh please, I know you’ve watched porn before and I still don’t believe that you’ve never at least gotten a blowjob before.” He can’t be a virgin. And you seriously doubt he’s made it to twenty-five without ever having his knob slobbered on.

“Well, it’s true! So just let it go,” he barks. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You look over to see if he’s just playing with you, he has to be. But you’re surprisingly shocked to see that he genuinely looks upset.

Realizing you hit a nerve, you apologize. “I’m sorry, I guess I just can’t believe it.” You click on a random movie to ease the awkwardness and decide to text your friends.

♡y/n♡: okie serious question, who wants to blow vern [7:50 pm]

♡cee♡: askjlasjdflkj !! [7:50 pm]

♡mal♡: giiiirl what are you on [7:50 pm]

♡y/n♡: he’s feeling down, someone’s gotta take one for the team [7:50 pm]

♡anna♡:: 👀 …. [7:51 pm]

♡anna♡: KIDDING [7:51 pm]

♡anna♡: but on a real note, why can’t you?? [7:51 pm]

♡y/n♡: ur joking right [7:51 pm]

♡cee♡: yeah you do it, i’m busy rn [7:51 pm]

♡cee♡: plus we all know he wants none of us [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: lmao truuu [7:52pm]

♡y/n♡: what’s that supposed to mean?? [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: idk why don’t u suck on ur boyfriend [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: sorry i mean boy FRIEND [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: major emphasis on the friend [7:52 pm]

♡y/n♡: i hate you guys [7:52 pm]

♡anna♡: no u don’t, now grow a pair of balls and play with his [7:52 pm]

♡y/n♡: OMG [7:53 pm]

♡cee♡: ur with him, aren’t you? sounds like the perfect time to do it [7:53 pm]

♡anna♡: and let us know after how it was 😏 and size, we’re all curious [7:53 pm]

You set your phone down intentionally upside down so Vernon can’t see the messages. At one point, you did have feelings for him but you pushed them aside in fear of ruining your friendship. How pathetic is that? Peeking over at him, you wonder if those feelings ever actually went away, or if you’ve been pretending this whole time.

He’s very attractive, that’s obvious. The last time you thought about your feelings for Vernon was about a year ago when he started dating this horrible girl. She was awful, but he was trapped under her spell and it drove you two apart. Back then, you thought that it was for the best since you wouldn’t have had the courage to tell him to break up with her and date you instead.

They dated for almost 6 months, and when they broke up Vernon was devastated. It didn’t take long for your friendship to go back to normal after their time apart, so that’s why you didn’t want to take any chances now.

Those 6 months without him were miserable and you didn’t want to live without Vernon in your life again. He was too special to you to let something as silly as old feelings come between your friendship. You don’t want to mess it up.

But on the other hand, you’ve heard friendships often create the best relationships. Would yours?

Vernon cares for you, that’s a given. But how far does it go? Sure, you two pretty much act like you’re in a relationship, but you haven’t kissed. Other than that one time when you brought drunk Vernon home… but that didn’t count because he was trashed at the time and didn’t remember it, or so you told yourself.

If you are ever going to make a move, now is the time. Do you really want to lose another chance that the universe is obviously lining you up for? Why else would he bring up the fact that he’s never had a blowjob unless he secretly wants you to give him one? Does he want more than a blowjob? Does he want you to…take his virginity?

You force yourself to quit overthinking and muster up enough courage to ask, “Vern?”

“Hmm?” he responds. He’s so caught up in the movie you’re watching that he doesn’t seem to notice you sit up and scoot closer to him. Your hands are shaking but you aren’t going to let that stop you.

‘God, what am I doing? This is so embarrassing…’

“Can I…” You mumble nervously, not being able to finish the sentence.

“Can you what?” He asks back, still not really registering what you are about to say.

’Well,’ you think to yourself, ’It’s now or never.’

You move off the couch to kneel in front of him and rest a hand on his thigh, commanding his attention away from the TV screen.

“Please, let me.”

It takes Vernon less than a second to understand exactly what you’re asking and he has no idea how to respond.

If he’s being honest, he’s always had a thing for you. Though he’s never had the guts to make a move or even admit it to you.

He swallows nervously as his length inevitably twitches in his pants. “You’re joking right?” ‘She can’t be serious. There’s no way. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But you don’t look like you were joking. In fact, you look like you’re pleading. Holy shit…’

“Not at all. I mean, we’re friends, right? Friends help each other,” you say while sliding your hands up to the button of his jeans. His eyes follow your movements as you unzip his pants and reach a hand in.

“You really don’t have to. Mingyu’s having a party and I’ll find someone and get laid this week-” his words are lost in his mouth as you wrap your small hand around his rather growing member.

“Why would you want a stranger to do it when you could have me? That’s what friends are for, silly.” You’re trying your damn hardest to make it sound like you’re doing him a favor as a friend and not doing this out of your own desire, your own need to touch him - to taste him. It’s your safety net in case he says no. In case this ends badly. However, you aren’t so sure that’s the message you’re sending since you’re quickly pulling his pants down his thighs.

You look up at him and run a finger over his tip before bringing him into your mouth for a taste. “Before I continue, I need to hear you say that you’re alright with it. Tell me that you want my mouth on your cock,” you demand playfully while your hands stroke his length.

Vernon is at war with himself. Should he give in to his desire of wanting you? Or should he pull back, laugh this off, and forget about this? How the hell is he supposed to forget about this? To forget the look of you on your knees asking to suck him off? There’s no way. It’s impossible.

“Fuck,” Vernon rubs a hand over his face and you freeze in fear of what he’s going to say. “Babe, you can do whatever you want to me. Fuck.”

Without hesitating a second longer, you lean down to take him in between your lips. His girth stretches your mouth in the most wonderful way, and you’re unable to control the moan that escapes from your parted lips. God, you aren’t even embarrassed. You lift your eyes up to watch him, his mouth ever so slightly opens and his tongue drifts out to lick his lips.

Vernon is lost. Is he supposed to hold your hair? Is he just supposed to sit here and watch? Should he be praising you right now? He has absolutely no idea. All he knows is that what you’re doing with your mouth is driving him crazy. “Oh my god, this is what I’ve been missing out on? This whole time?” Vernon leans his head back in pleasure. “Fuck,” he gasps, “I have a lot to catch up on.”

Hearing his words gives you more courage, and you relentlessly bob your head on his length, making sure to have just enough suction while doing so.

You pull back for air and let your hands tug on him while you kiss his tip, listening happily to his husky groans. Honestly, this is the best part of giving a blowjob. Knowing that you can make a guy, let alone Vernon, feel this good. You feel him twitch in your mouth and moan in pleasure. Drool is running onto your hands at this point, proof of how much you like his taste.

Vernon smirks, “I don’t know who’s enjoying this more. You,” he quickly inhales as you shove your mouth further down onto his length, “Or me.”

You slowly pull your mouth off of him, watching his face twist as you tease the underside of his tip with your tongue. “I don’t know, the look on your face tells me that you’re enjoying this a lot,” you taunt.

His legs quiver as his length once again finds the back of your throat, your hands massaging his balls. It’s too much. He has to cum, he can’t wait.

Wanting to help him out, you hum and instantly feel the sticky liquid running down your throat. Your hunger grows listening to Vernon call out your name, his hand pulling at the hair by your neck.

He watches in wonder while you swallow him, licking some of his seed off his length when you release him from your mouth. You lift a finger to rub the remaining cum around his tip, “You came.” Vernon shudders while you tease his sensitive member.

“Shit, Y/N,” he whimpers, “I couldn’t hold it any longer; not when you were doing that last thing.”

“I hope you’re not tired because I am so not done with you yet,” you whisper. You had a taste of him, and now you want more. You want all of him, and you don’t want to wait another second.

The lingering salty aftertaste in your mouth is washed away by Vernon's kiss as he pulls you up onto his lap. He lifts your shirt up and off of you, barely breaking contact with your lips in the process, before he takes off his own in the same manner.

Your hands rub along his chest, feeling his muscles tighten and relax as your touch moves along his silky skin. His head dips down to catch one of your breasts in his mouth. You roll your head back as his tongue plays with your hardening nub, a gasp leaving you when his teeth graze your nipple.

Your head snaps up when he pulls away from you.

He chuckles, “Relax, it’s time for me to return the favor.” He leaves a wet kiss on your other breast and moves down to nibble on the inner part of your thighs. After what feels like years, his hands reach for the waistband of your shorts and pull them and your panties off of you.

His tongue protrudes out and licks your center before moving closer to your clit, which he circles and sucks on gently at first. His mouth on your heat pulls moan after moan out of you, and you involuntarily take a fistful of his blonde locks when his tongue enters you repeatedly.

Vernon pulls back all out of breath and his cheeks glistening. God, it’s such a turn on to see him like that, his face damp with your cum. He reaches for you at the same time you grab for him. His lips crash against yours, your tongues twisting with each other.

Vernon slides a hand back down between your naked bodies and rubs your sensitive clit, making your back arch in pleasure. You moan into his mouth which he gladly swallows before sliding two fingers into your dripping heat, bringing you right back to where you just were. Only this time, your juices cover his long fingers instead of his face.

Just as you finish riding out your amazing orgasm, Vernon starts to sit up. Although, your hands are wrapped around his neck so he doesn’t make it that far. You pull him back down onto you, which he isn’t ready for. His knee falls next to yours, his other foot landing on the floor, causing his length to rub right up against your wet heat.

You both gasp at the contact, but it isn’t enough for you. Your hand moves to grip his member and bring him further between your lower lips, your hips moving along with his - until he hesitates, his eyes full of worry…

Vernon bites his bottom lip as you ask, “What is it?”

“I don’t know if we should go any further. I don’t have protection,” he explains.

“Oh Vernon, I don’t care. I need to feel you.” You kiss him again. “I’m on birth control anyway. I need you inside me,” you finish before gripping his hair to pull him closer to you. “Fuck me, Vernon. Fuck me hard, please,” you beg, “It’s all I’ve dreamt about. I need your thick cock stretching me out. Please, Vernon,”

Vernon almost dies hearing you say that. Shit, he’s dreamt about this moment too, and watching you beg him to fuck you like that made his length twitch with excitement. There is no way in hell he’s going to say no to you after hearing that. He leans in to kiss you hard before dipping his tip into your dewy folds. He’s being too gentle for your liking, typical Vernon behavior, so you push him to sit up and lean against the back of the couch, yourself following, and slide the rest of the way down onto him.

It takes you a moment to collect yourself before rolling your hips into his. Once you’re ready, you anchor yourself by holding onto his shoulders and he lifts his hips up to meet your delicious pace.

Your arousal soaks his member as he slides deep inside you. It’s a perfect fit, he hit all the right places and has you squirming in his arms.

“Oh my god, Vernon!” you whine, gyrating your hips to bring some relief to your aching bundle of nerves. Sweat covers both of your bodies as you fuck each other. The pleasure is almost unbearable; your insides scream for release.

As if he knows exactly what you want, Vernon flips you over and squeezes your ass cheeks before he enters you from behind. You push your face into the throw pillow below your head and grip the sofa’s arm for dear life.

“Oh god, don’t s-stop,” you drag out while he ferociously pounds into you. Vernon groans and hovers over top of you. His hand wraps around your neck and pulls your back against him.

This new angle has you shivering and Vernon can tell that you’re close again. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you down onto him harder. The sound of your arousal echoes through his living room, your breaths combining with the creaks of his couch.

You feel Vernon stiffen inside you, he’s close. “Cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me,” you sigh, begging for him to do so.

Vernon grits his teeth, there’s nothing he wants more than to fill you up with his cum right this second. Your legs clench as you tip over the edge. The climax hits you both instantaneously and sends you spiraling.

“Oh my god, oh god!” you cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure passes through your limp body. Thankfully Vernon is still holding onto you or you would have fallen off the couch. Resting against him, your breathing matches his.

His delicate touch leaves goosebumps along your body where his fingers trace. Everywhere tingles. You can’t remember the last time that you came this hard. It’s earth-shattering, exhausting, and yet you feel totally full of new energy at the same time.

Vernon’s cum starts leaking out of your folds, it’s a strange feeling. This is the first time you let someone cum in you and it felt oddly satisfying. Vernon reaches over to the coffee table and grabs a tissue to clean you up with before laying back down on the couch, bringing you on top of him.

“Jesus,” He pants, still completely out of breath, “Where the fuck did that come from.”

“I don’t know but I’ll be needing more of that when I wake up,” you moan, your eyelids feeling awfully heavy. Vernon’s chest vibrates, laughing at your response. He puts an arm around your waist as he whispers, “Thank you, for… well you know. That.”

“Mmm, no problem.” You turn your head over to look up at him and smile devilishly, “That’s what friends are for, remember?”

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b00ks1ut · 2 months

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I Got Your Back

Eugene Roe x GN!Reader

Warnings! Alcohol consumption, harassment, blood, mild violence, swearing, mild injury, my attempt at writing lol, I’m really hoping I got all the big stuff

This is based only off the tv series and I intend no offense to the real men of Easy Company or any veterans

Sorry if this is bad! I had such bad block while writing this and for some reason it’s taken me like 4 months to complete this short little thing😭 anyways I’m hoping it’s not horrible!

Also this was written for @executethyself35! Thank you so much for being so amazing and I’m so so sorry this has taken 5 and 1/2 years lol You’re amazing and literally the best <3

The bar was loud and stuffy and crowded, but it was fully of paratroopers, what did you expect? You were sat at a little round table, crowed with too many men; most now at least tipsy and all thourally enjoying the rare weekend pass that Sobel didn't take from them.

"You need another drink?" Eugene barely had to lean over in his chair to reach your ear due to the cramped situation that was your table.

"Oh, yeah. I'll get 'em this time, you got the last ones." You told him turning towards the medic sat next you, your noses nearly touching, and you had to almost lean back to stop yourself from bumping into him.

"No, I ain't gonna make you do that." He began to reach for your now empty glass but you quickly stopped his hand from fully grasping the cup.

"Please, I've gotta spend all this extra paratrooper money," you joked, pushing his hand away and giving it a quick squeeze. You quickly stood and grabbed his mug, not giving him a chance to object.

You had made it hardly 6 feet away from the occupied table, through the impossibility close crowd, when an unknown man had stepped into your path. You had attempted to step around him but it was no use, this man was a wall unwilling to move.

"I'm sorry is there a chance you could move please?" If he wasn't going to read your very obviously uninterested body language then he could hopefully read you as equally uninterested lips.

"Now how about I don't do that and instead take you home?" He was handsome in his own way, he definitely wasn't ugly but was certainly not your type.

"Oh no thank you, I'm just trying to get a couple of drinks for me and friend." You again tried to step around him but he kept moving in a step in front of you. You looked around hoping to catch someone's eye but for how many people were the damn bar you couldn't seem to catch the eye of a single you knew. "I'd really appreciate it if you just let me get my drink."

"How about if I let you get your drink, you'll owe me a drink." He was smirking to himself like this normally worked for him, intimidating people into dancing and sleeping with him. Now that you thought about it, maybe he wasn't just not your type; maybe he just wasn't everybody's type so he had to resort to this sad creepy behavior that definitely was getting him nowhere.

"They don't owe you a damned thing." The familiar Cajun accented voice had reached your ears before you were even aware he was nearby. "How about you get a move on now and we'll all have just a fine and dandy of the night."

"I don't think so no." This man was either the biggest piece of shit or was denser than fuck and you were certain it was the former. Before you could think of a response he had grabbed your arm and began trying to pull you away. As if it were second nature you took the glass in your hand and brought down hard on his hand.

The glass shattered. Pieces flying in all directions but most of the pieces finding their home in the back of the man's hand.

"You fucking whore!" He had quickly ripped his hand away cradled it in his other hand.

"I'm the whore here? I'm not sure what Not want to have sex with you makes me a whore but if it means you'll leave me alone then I'll make it a badge wear it on my uniform." You weren't sure where this attitude was coming from and you had nothing else to blame it on than your last few drinks and the current adrenaline racing through your veins.

The man was still standing there dumbstruck when you turned around to find Gene standing there. His eyes scanned across your face before leaping down the arm the man had just grabbed you by.

His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes became increasingly more concerned when he noticed the cuts on my arm from a few stray pieces of glass. His eyes flicked back to yours.

“I’ll getcha patched up.” He hadn’t left any room for argument but you might as well try.

“I’m alright, it’s nothing I can’t handle on my own.” But by the time the reply had left your lips Eugene already had your hand in his and was walking towards the door.

“You can’t just leave them glass pieces in, it’ll never get better.”

“Fine, I’ll take your word for it.” Why complain when the most attractive man you’ve ever met was asking to take care of you. Only an idiot would pass that up.

Cool dark of outside was a welcome change from the stuffy pub and you relished in it, not having had a break from the heat of George in a while.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was just a low rumble and you weren’t sure if you were imagining it.

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” he had now turned around and faced you, still holding your hand. “I shoulda gone with you to get drinks and I shoulda done more. I just-“ He ran his other hand over his face before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Gene, you have nothing the apologize for. I was the one who insisted I get the drinks, I was the one who couldn’t get myself out of the situation. It’s on me, not you.” You gave his hand a squeeze and his arm a little tug, causing him to finally look at you after staring at this boots this whole time. “But none of that matters anymore, he’s gone and now there’s nothing to worry about.”

“What about your arm? I can’t let you just ignore it.” He was looking at you with such concern and care and all you could do was stare. Yeah staring is rude but how could you not? His short hair was sticking up in different places from him running his hands through it and the light from the bar was casting a beautiful glow that made his eyes sparkle in a way you never saw them before.

He was gorgeous. Not that you’d never noticed this before, but the realization hit you like a truck and it completely stole your breath; he stole your breath.

“Ma joie?” His voice brought you back, a flush spreading across your face.

“Huh? Sorry.” You realized you were still holding his hand, and finally let it drop. The warmth of the rough skin of his was quickly wicked away by the night air.

“Where’d you go?” He was looking at you like you mattered, like you were more than a body. More than a number. More than the shell that Sobel had been working you down to.

“Sorry… um just distracted. What were you saying?”

“I was asking if you need help with your arm.” His eyes left yours to flick down to the still bloody and leaky cut of your arm.

“Oh. I can handle it on my own.” You were kicking yourself the moment the words left your mouth. The best man you’ve ever met wants to take care of you, and you can’t seem to let him.

“I really was just askin’ to be nice but there’s no way I’m letting you take care of this yourself. And I’m especially not letting you make your way back to base when filth like him are around.”

“I can hold my own, I was just wasn’t trying to make a scene in there.” You didn’t know why you kept making these excuses for him to leave you. You didn’t want him to walk away, every bit of yourself wanted to jump on him but a bit of you was too scared of just a little bit of rejection to have him just patch you up.

“I’m not doubting that you could but I am worried you might be a little drunk and that if I don’t help you get that arm cleaned up you’ll be nice and infected in a week.” He had a point, a good point he made a few times now. And what is there to be scared of with him. Eugene Roe is quite possibly one of the kindest most caring people you know what is there to be worried about, if you messed up and made a move he would react completely responsibly.

But for some reason you kept fighting it.

“I just don’t want to be a bother. Go have fun, Gene, I didn’t mean to upturn the night. I’m sure everyone is waiting for you in there.”

“Nope. Not a chance I’m leaving. You’re stuck here with me, and it’s cold and dark so while I’d love to continue this amazing little conversation I really think it might be our best interest to start the trip back to base.”

I was obvious he was done with the back and forth so you let it drop.

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It wasn’t long until you were back where you needed to be. All of the light posts were turned on but no one was out and about save for the few drunk-ish men stumbling from barrack to barrack. Many of the lights to the cabins were on and laughter and conversation could be heard from the people within them.

Gene grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the dark, unlit medic tent. The walk a short and easy trek through the mazes of buildings, as he seemed to know where the tent was and could get you there with his eyes closed walking backwards.

You quietly arrived to the temporary shelter and are met with… nothing. No noise, no startling smell; just more dark. And the awareness that you’re all alone with Eugene.

He continues to tug you over to a table set up in the center of the room. A few crates next to them that he immediately begins to rummage through.

“Can I help with anything?” Your voice cuts through the quiet, just barely above a whisper.

“No, I got it.” He pauses briefly to look at you, never really stopping his hands from sifting through the supplies.

“Eugene, please. I want to help you, how can I help? Even just a little bit, I feel like I’m just in the way.”

“You can help by sitting yourself up on that table there and letting me take care of you. That’s all I ask, that you let someone take care of you; even if it’s just this one time.” His tone was soft, his accent showing through the caring tone. He had grabbed all of the items from the crate and was just staring at you. Looking at you.

Slowly, as if approaching a wild animal, Gene set the supplies on the table and stepped to you. His thighs brushing your knees

Everything about him was stunning. From his heavily disheveled hair all the way down to his spit shined boots, he was perfect.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice had come out uneven and hoarse, barely audible even in the quiet evening.

“What for?”

“You’ve been nothing but kind to me all night and I keep pushing you away. I don’t know why, I think I’m just scared. I mean… we ship off in just a few weeks and then anything could happen. I can’t go getting attached to anyone; especially you.” You averted your gaze to the ground so you wouldn’t have to see his face when he realized what a horrible coward you are.

But, instead of him lashing out and leaving you his hand gently came to your chin, tilting back up, forcing you to look at him again.

“I don’t blame you for that. We’re all terrified, but what’s the point of being here if we’re not going to make the most of it while we can. Why die regrettin’ what’s right in front of you when you all you gotta do is reach a little and grab it. I’m scared that some of the best people I’ve met are not going to come back and I might be included in that but I’m also scared that I’m not gonna take the beautiful opportunity I have right now… with you.” His gaze was soft and gentle. He looked quickly at your lips before taking a small step back. “But I should probably patch you up first.”

“I’m fine.” You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to yourself until your lips met. Eugene didn’t move, he stayed completely still. You quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- I didn’t ask. I just assumed-“

His lips swiftly covered yours. You returning the affection. His lips soft and gentle against yours, still tasting of the ale he left back at the pub.

It was all over before you could completely let yourself get absorbed into him. His soft breaths fanned over your face as his forehead tenderly connected with yours.

“Can I get you fixed up now?” A playful glint in his eye, and a blush so bright you could still see it in the dark, adorned his face.

“I suppose I’ll allow it.” Your smile morphing into a smirk.

He picked up a pair of tweezers, from the pile he had set next to you, pinching them at you jokingly.

“Let me know if I hurt you.” He gently grabbed your arm by the elbow and maneuvered it to where he needed it. The contact from him, although little, had a fresh blush creep up your neck.

“I’m sure that I’ll be fine.”

You soon learned that was not true. Once he had gotten all of the biggest pieces out of your arm, his search for the tinier shards started. You tried to muffle your winces but everyone he’d stop and wait until your face had returned to neutral.

“Ma joie, please let me know when I hurt you. I don’t have much left to get but I hate to be hurting you, so let me know so I can stop it.” Gene had set down the tweezers so he could hold your hands.

“I’m not hurting. I’m completely fine.” Your lie was obvious but he was doing enough for you already that why would you interrupt his process just because you’re not completely comfortable.

“Alright then.” He picked the tweezers up again and got the last few pieces out, still pausing whenever you flinched a little too hard. He then proceeded to do the most gentle cleaning and wrapping ever performed in history. He rinsed out the area, dabbing away all the water like if he pressed too hard your arm would fall off. Then he wrapped it all up in a sterile bandage, asking if it was too tight every two wraps around your bicep. “All done!”

You went to slide off the table but his hands held you in place. “I thought we were done?” He just stared, emotion clear in his eyes.

“Can I kiss you again?” You surprised yourself with the question. You had been thinking the thought since it happened the first time just 30 minutes before.

“Of course you can.” His hands came up to your face, cupping your cheeks and lead you together.

I was the same but different from the first kiss. This one wasn’t hesitant or awkward as you tried to find your placement, you meshed perfectly. Your lips moving over each others in perfect harmony. Little puffs of air from his nose tickling your lashes, and the way he smiled into the kiss had you melting into his hands.

Your arms went up his chest to his shoulders, stopping to loop around his neck; your fingers curling slightly into his hair. All of Eugene was surrounding you, his smell, his taste, his entire presence was all you could comprehend in the moment.

He eventually pulled away, breathing heavy. Eyes slowly opening back up to look into yours.

“Thank you.” You don’t know why you said it. You were saying for the man that left you alone when he arrived. You were saying it for the bandage snuggly tied around your bicep. You were saying it for the breath taking kiss you just had. But most of all you were saying it for the man that was going to be there for you in every moment he could be.

“I got your back; through it all.” He squeezed your hips, his eyes never leaving yours.

“And I yours.”

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Clive x reader (Part 1)

Part 2

pairing: clive rosfield x (female) reader word count: 961

I'm back (yay) I really tried my best with this one, though my english still sucks, but anywayyy. Finished this 'cause 6 hours on a train are horrible. Possibly a part 2 in work✌🏻 And please feel free to correct any grammatical errors!!🙏🏻

Another batch of rescued bearers arrived.

More work for both Tarja and you.

Great.

Having them rescued and now safe at the hideaway is definitely a good thing, but patching them up was exhausting. Every fiber in your body screamed for some rest.

You didn’t know when you had your last break, hours… maybe even days?

Yes, maybe a little bit exaggerated, but it definitely felt like it.

Tarja already left the infirmary, finished for the day. She told you to get some rest too, scolding you for overworking yourself again, but you insisted on checking up once again on the particular bad injured bearers.

The sight of a young girl made your heart ache. Being a bearer at this age must be hard.

You subconsciously touched the brand on your cheek, a reminder that you went through the same hell. One horrible master after another… Forced to work until passing out. But dwelling on the past won’t help moving on, so you push the thought away.

A sigh escaped your lips as you let yourself fall onto the wooden chair next to the bed of the young girl.

You desperately wanted some sleep, but your mind told you to still watch over her.

Just as you feel your eyelids growing heavy, the sound of a door getting slammed open stops you from finally getting some rest.

You immediately jolt up, grabbing the lit candle from the bedside table, cautiously walking to the entrance of the infirmary.

Your eyes widen at the sight before you.

There he stood. Bloodied and bruised. A horrible sight.

"Clive…?"

Suddenly all of your fatigue washed away, your legs carrying you towards him. You immediately grabbed his hand, manoeuvring him to one of the empty beds behind the curtains that seperated the infirmary.

You command the leader of the Hideaway to sit down, with a harsh "Sit"

Clive could only nod as he sat down, a not so really reassuring smile on his lips.

Grabbing your needed medical equipment, which was still scattered around the infirmary (Tarja would scold you for being so disorganised), you come back to an seemingly tired Clive, his eyelids on the verge of closing.

"Got my needed stuff. Some medicine and bandages and all that… Clive?", you announce and kneel down at the side of the bed.

Clive let out a hum of acknowledgment, getting comfortable on the bed.

The two of you sat there in silence, you doing your work and Clive being Clive.

And you didn’t dare risk waking up the others in the infirmary.

Until the silence got too unbearable.

You stopped dabbing his forehead with the cloth in your hand, letting out a frustrated sigh. "What… happened this time, huh?" Clive took in your words and tried to process them.

"It's alright… Just a morbol that I seemed to run into.", he muttered while his hand wandered onto your cheek, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

You flinched at the contact but soon relaxed into his touch, though your heartrate increased a thousand times. Let's be honest, you've always had a thing for your leader.

Though your stubbornness came through and you gently shrugged his hand off, continuing your work, while scolding him.

"Clive… you're- you're so reckless, you know that? Everyone cares about you. Jill, Joshua, Torgal, hell, even the whole Hideaway… I care about you. Just because you wanna play saviour and revenge Cid, doesn’t mean that you can throw yourself into fights. And don’t even start with recklessly using Ifrit. You remember what happened the last time. I- I can‘t bear the sight of you injured. I-" You let yourself sink onto the floor, sighing.

The next few moments passed by in silence until you felt movement from Clive, who seemed to shift his position on the bed, now looking down at you.

"I… am genuinely sorry, my Lady." The title easily rolled off his tongue and the next move caught you off-guard.

Time seemed to slow down, as you felt his two strong arms around your waist, heaving you up into his lap.

You were at loss for words, your eyes wide at the close proximity between the two of you.

"Joshua told me everything.", he whispered.

The only thing you were able to let out was a "huh?", followed by realisation.

As it turned out, the newest addition was in the Phoenix, Joshua Rosfield, the younger brother of Clive.

A sweet young, chivalrous gentleman.

You remember the nights where Clive told you everything about his past, about his life as young Lord, sworn shield of the sweet young Joshua.

About that fateful night at Phoenix Gate.

The nights where you comforted him, and took care of him. You never thought how vulnerable Clive Rosfield actually was.

The younger Rosfield felt that connection between his brother and you, a plan forming in his mind.

"It seems you have taken a liking to my brother. My Lady, I sincerely apologise if I misjudged the close proximity between the two of you."

It clearly caught you off-guard, but how could you deny Joshua's assumptions. It was true after all.

You clearly remeber the teasing from Tarja, too. How could you not?

But you were afraid. Afraid that everything could go wrong.

From getting rejected to the worst case - getting thrown out of the Hideaway Clearly unrealistic but anyway

So you did the most rational thing your mind came up with - getting out of his grasp and standing up.

"I'm sorry, but I can't- I have to go and you should rest."

You immediately left the infirmary without giving him time to react.

On your way out, you immediately felt bad, but your mind told you to forget about it.

He deserved better than you.

Part 2

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There is Beauty in the Pain

Chapter 6 (The Game Changer)

WARNINGS: sexual content

Summary: Noah and Sophie find each other in the most unprecedented circumstances. Whether it's the Universe, fate, destiny, or pure luck, they can't deny that their souls were simply meant to be

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"Relax, baby. I've got you."

"Noah," she murmured, opening her eyes to look at me. "I've never been, I mean I've never had,"

"I know. That's what I'm going to fix."

Sophie took a deep breath, relaxing against the couch.

"Close your eyes. I want you to feel this before you see it," I whispered in her ear, feeling the goosebumps instantly spread over her skin. She lightly nodded as I sunk back down to begin my work.

Sophie:

I was all packed up, ready to leave this hell behind. Boxes were stacked all around me and as I watched the remaining pieces of furniture being hauled out the door by Jolly and Matt down to the moving truck, I knew, without a doubt, that I was ready for this new, fresh start.

With my body healed, my mind in a better place, and my heart full of adrenaline, the future, for once, looked promising. I hadn't heard from Perry since the day he sent those horrible texts and photos, and I had no idea if my requests to the police for an investigation ever went through, but it didn't matter anymore; it was over. In just a few months my life had drastically changed for the better and I was optimistic about what would come next, especially since I was moving out of the place that held too many bitter memories from the last few years. It was better this way.

"It looks like the boxes are all that's left," a voice came from behind. I smiled, knowing who it belonged to.

"Looks like. Is there enough room?" I asked, turning around to face the body the voice belonged to.

Noah slid his arms around my waist and kissed me since we were the only ones in the apartment.

"Plenty," pulling me in closer to him. I stared up at him, amazed at how this beautiful man had fallen into my life months ago. Ever since the day we broke down our barriers and made out in my kitchen, things have been a little abnormal between us, but in the most mind-blowing, exciting sort of way. We weren't officially together and we weren't a "thing" to those around us, but we definitely had something going on.

Noah was wrapped up in one of the band's mech hoodies, black sweats, and perfectly white sneakers, smelling like heaven, and it aroused all my senses.

"You're staring, Sophie," he gushed, bringing his hand to my cheek and laying it gently on my skin.

"Sorry, but you make it very hard not to." I leaned into his touch, savoring the feeling of his tattooed fingers wrapping around me. I kissed his palm, earning a smile from him, then pulled away, just in time as Folio walked through the door.

"Which boxes go first?" He looked from me to Noah.

"Those over there by my bedroom. They're kitchen boxes."

Folio nodded, removing his hands from his hips, and headed over to grab the first box.

"I don't want to go, but I kind of have to, Jolly. The place needs me for a bit. We're on some downtime, so I'll go and then be back in a few days."

Nicholas walked through the door with Jolly hot on his heels.

"Like how long are a few days?"

Nick shrugged.

"I don't know like five?

Jolly rolled his eyes. "Five days!"

"Yeah, and that's not counting the travel days, so like a week then."

"Fuck, Nick!"

"What's wrong?" Noah asked, turning his attention from me to his friends.

"Nothing. Jolly's just freaking out about me and Folio going back to Virginia. It's only for five days."

"A week!" Jolly yelled behind him, walking out the door with two more boxes.

"You're leaving?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

"Yeah, I have some things I need to take care of at the tattoo shop I still work in Richmond. They're short-handed so I'm going to help out for a few days until the new girl starts next week."

"Oh, I didn't know you still worked there," I noted, throwing the last of the bath towels in a box and closing it up.

"Only on downtime, which isn't a lot."

I nodded, watching Noah leave with more boxes. "And Folio?"

"He's going to do some stuff with his dad and wants to go fishing. He says there's better places up there than over here."

Nicholas took the box of bathroom items I'd just picked up, and I thanked him.

"Nick and his fishing," I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Yup, you know he's got a huge tattoo over his chest of an eagle and a trout?"

My eyes widened. "No, I didn't."

"Yeah you wanna see," Folio offered, lifting his shirt as he walked over to me and Nicholas. A huge picture of an eagle with its wings spread wide and a trout caught in its claws stretched across Nick's entire chest almost to his navel. It was beautiful.

"Dang, Nick! That is incredible. Did it hurt?"

"Fuck yeah, it hurt. Couldn't move for days. But it was worth it," he chimed, cheesing at me and shooting me a quick wink.

"You know he's got a crush on you, right?" Nicholas whispered, shifting the box he was still holding

I tried my best to hide the tight-lipped smile that was trying to show.

"I, uh, I had a strong inkling, but I don't like to assume things that aren't there," shoving my hands in my back pockets.

"What's not there?" Noah asked, walking into the apartment and partially out of breath.

"Oh it's there alright," Nick scoffed, finally taking the box he'd been holding down to the truck.

Noah scowled at me, brown eyes searching me for an answer.

Noticing how out of breath he was, I brushed the piece of hair away that had fallen over his eye, grinning.

"What did you do, run all the way up the three flights of stairs?" I gazed at him, puzzled.

"Yeah, I just wanted to see if I could do it."

"And did you?"

"Yeah, just about killed me though." Noah chuckled, standing to his full height.

I rolled my eyes, not understanding the things this guy did just to prove a point to himself.

"What was Nick talking about," he asked, and I caught the hint of suspicion in his voice.

"Oh, uh just that, well he thinks Folio has a crush on me, but I think he's wrong."

"He's not," Noah stated, suddenly staring down at me with a strong yearning look in his eyes and moving in a little closer. I stared back, my head tilted almost fully back, unable to look away as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me so gently, and when he slipped his tongue inside my mouth, the insatiable feeling of his eagerness went straight to my sex, soaking my undies. I moaned in his mouth when he pulled me closer, pushing his growing bulge in between my legs, and squeezed my side so hard I was sure it was going to leave a bruise. When we parted, I was short of breath and completely turned on.

"But, it better just stay a crush," Noah finally said, running his hand through his hair and giving me that irresistible smile of his, making my heart race.

"And if it doesn't," I insisted, curious as to where this would lead.

"Then I'll fight him, and I'll win."

Noah walked off with the last box without another word.

"Seriously!" I yelled.

"Yes, seriously," came a reply.

Nicholas and I finished up the cleaning shortly after the last box was packed into the truck, and then Matt, Jolly, and Folio drove it to the storage unit I'd rented. The place was empty and quiet, and as I looked around one last time, I was overwhelmed by so many emotions that I dropped everything I was holding and threw my hands up to my face.

"Hey, Sophie, it's alright. Come here." Nicholas put down the cleaning supplies he was holding and gently wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face in his shoulder, thankful that I wasn't here alone, doing all of this by myself. I was so grateful to Nick and everyone else, especially Noah, who helped make this new life of mine possible. Without them, I didn't want to think about where I'd be right now, and I guess that's why I was crying and so emotional. I was just happy and man did it feel good to be happy. Eventually, we parted and I dried my eyes, apologizing again for being such a girl.

"Wouldn't it be weird if you didn't act like such a girl?"

I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. "I don't know. I'm just an emotional person and I feel too much of everything."

"I get it. We emo people are a different breed."

I looked over at Nicholas and couldn't hold my laughter in anymore. It felt good to laugh with a friend, and Nick had become just that; my friend.

Noah:

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened."

"You're lying; you're looking away."

"So. What's,"

"You look away when you lie."

"......."

"Why are so distant, Sophie? Did last night make you feel uncomfortable; it was only dinner and Anime."

"No, it didn't. Noah just stop, okay."

"Then fucking talk to me! Tell me what's going on inside that head of yours."

"I can't talk to you if I don't even know! Shit! Noah, it has nothing to do with you, okay? It doesn't. It's my head; it just isn't in a good place right now."

"What the fuck ever. Don't talk. Keep whatever shit is hurting you, whatever is pulling you away from me, buried inside.

"......"

"Do I scare you? Do you not trust me? Did I say something wrong that hurt you? Just give me an idea, please, before I go and fuck some shit up to get out of my own head. This whole thing is just, it's fucking with my mind. I,"

"Noah stop! Alright! Please, just stop. You didn't do or say anything wrong. I told you this isn't about you."

"Then what's it about?

"..........."

"It's Perry, isn't it?"

"......"

"I knew it. Did you talk to him?"

"No, I didn't. He texted me; early this morning."

"What did he say?"

"......."

"Dammit Sophie, what the fuck did he say?"

"...... He misses me."

"...... Do you believe him?"

"Should I?"

"No, you shouldn't."

"He haunts me, Noah. I can't escape him."

"I know what it feels like to be haunted by someone that's still alive, Sophie, but you need someone who loves your soul more than your body, and that's not Perry."

"Then who is it, Noah?"

"............"

"Don't, Noah, do not touch me, do not say sorry, don't say anything else. Just... just leave me be. I need to be alone."

"Sophie, wait,"

Her silence before slamming the bedroom door closed said everything I needed to hear. I fucked up, bad, and pushed her away from me. Her walls were back up and there was no way I was getting through them tonight. I went to bed on the couch, finding the release of my frustration with my hand wrapped around my length, picturing Sophie behind my closed eyes, bent over as I took her fast and hard from behind.

"There is no way I can afford any of these places, Noah! Even with my new promotion at my work, it'll be cutting it close."

Sophie closed her laptop harder than she meant to and tossed it on the floor. We were up in my studio, working on two things at once; she was looking for a new place to live, while I was writing lyrics to a few beats Jolly and I had put together before he took off for a vineyard tour in Northern Cali. Nick and Folio had already flown out to Virginia, leaving me and Sophie and the house entirely to ourselves.

What started out great turned into a fucked up, emotional fight with her that I never thought would happen; and it was all my fault. I pushed her into answering questions she didn't have the answers to and it made her put up walls that she never should have had to.

The image I had of her that night, stripped naked and bent over one of the chairs in the living room, got me harder than I'd been in a long time. The whimpers that fell from her lips, the moans that echoed through the house, and her perfectly round bottom lifted high enough for me to slide right into her soaking wet sex and fuck up into her made me cum so hard it came spilling all over my lap before I even had a chance to grab my shirt. Thankfully none of it got on the couch.

The hard-on I was getting just from thinking about it made the heat in my abdomen rage.

"What are you thinking about over there so quiet and lost in thought?"

I looked over at Sophie, her eyes locked on me like magnets.

"Whatever it is, it must be good. Your cheeks are red," pointing out my embarrassment. My skin prickled seeing her smile at me.

"You really want to know?" shamelessly undressing her with my eyes as I stood up and walked over to the gray couch where she was sitting.

"I asked, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did, but I'm afraid if I tell you, you'll run away; it's kind of dirty."

She narrowed her eyes at me as I squatted before her, folding my arms over her knees and laying my chin down on one of them, looking up at her, amused by the redness of her cheeks.

"You're joking, right?"

"Now who's blushing," smirking at the way she wiggled in her seat.

"You're a jerk," she said, laughing, pushing me away with the shove of her hand.

"A jerk who was thinking about your lips and how I like the way they taste," I confessed, gliding my hands up her thighs and feeling their muscles tighten.

"Oh you were, were you," Sophie teased, scooting forward until her face was a mere inch from mine, lifting her hand and running her thumb across my lips, making my dick twitch and swell inside my pants.

I shut my eyes as she closed in on my mouth, feeling her tongue slide slowly across my bottom lip before making its way into my mouth and her lips pressed against mine.

My nerves were on fire as she massaged the tip of my tongue until I could taste her. I grabbed her hips, bringing us closer together with the sound of a familiar moan leaving her.

"Fuck, girl, what are you trying to do to me," mumbling against her lips and feeling her smile.

"I'm just kissing you."

"If that's how you kiss, then I can't even imagine how you f..."

I was silenced by her lips attacking mine again, the heat of her mouth pouring into me, making me almost as hard as I was in the vision I had of us. My hands left her hips as I guided them slowly around her neck, wrapping my long, tattooed fingers around it and squeezing gently.

The air around us was silent and still when we parted and Sophie sat back, fixing her long, auburn hair she had piled on the top of her head in a relaxing bun.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that," I asked, getting up and sitting next to her. She shifted herself around, turning slightly towards me with one arm resting over the back of the couch.

"What, you think I don't read?"

"I didn't say that," I snickered.

"What about you?" Her face was a little flushed, bringing out the vivid red of her lips that showed signs of my lustful kisses.

I chuckled, smiling briefly, running my hand through the side of my hair.

"Noah, are you nervous to tell me?" Sophie asked in a playful voice.

Truth was, yeah, I was nervous; nervous as fuck at the fact that she and I had only known each other a few months and already I was completely wrecked by her.

"Let's just put it this way; I've had a lot of experience. Some really good and some really bad. That's all I'm saying."

"Fair enough," she nodded with a grin, looking away.

"I've had a lot of times I'm not proud of; times when I was in a very dark place, drinking and getting high all the time. Girls were thrown in there too somewhere, but most of the details are a blur now."

"Yeah, I understand that. I've learned to block out a lot of the trauma from my years with Perry. You'd think I'd be in a fragile state given everything that's happened, including a hospital stay, but a lot of therapy has helped me recover. I've learned to let it go. It wasn't easy; hurt so fucking bad, but it was worth it."

Sophie smiled as she brushed the strays of her hair away from her face. I suddenly felt like a piece of shit over how angry and upset I got at her the other day. None of it was her fault. She was only doing what she needed to do to protect herself.

"I let you down the other day," I quickly admitted, rubbing my hands together as they sat in my lap. I wasn't used to being this honest with anyone other than my therapist, but something inside me urged me to be with Sophie, telling me I had nothing to be afraid of.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I hurt you," focusing on the empty air between us. Shit. This was fucking hard.

Sophie took a deep breath. As if she could sense the anxiety building up in me, she scooted over and sat beside me, reaching over and taking my hand in hers, holding it tightly.

"Noah, you have nothing to be sorry about. You didn't do anything wrong. I told you that already."

"Yeah, I did, Sophie. I pushed you when I shouldn't have. I didn't listen to you when you said to leave you alone, and I made you put up walls. I don't want you to feel like you need walls around me. I'm not him."

Sophie swallowed hard.

"I won't hurt you like he did."

Turning away from me, she lowered her head.

"I loved him, Noah; more than I trusted myself to say," she admitted, looking straight in front of her. "and in the very beginning, more than words could express. But in the end, I lost myself trying to hold on to him when he never cared about losing me."

She turned back to me, tears filling her eyes and spilling onto her cheeks. "That day in my apartment, the things you said to me, told me that I could trust you; that my heart could trust you. That's freaking insane!" she laughed, dragging her hands over her face to wipe it clean.

"Why is that insane?" I asked, letting go of her hand and draping my arm over her shoulder instead, pulling her into me.

"Noah, you're you; hotter than hell, Concrete Noah. I'm me; plain Jane, full of drama, and a lot of baggage. How are we even here together right now? Why have you and the guys done everything that you have for me? I don't understand it. I don't deserve any of it."

Leaning forward, Sophie rested her elbows on her knees and played with her fingers. I was at a loss for words from everything she just told me, but I wasn't out of feeling a deep, hungry need to show her how wrong she was about everything.

"Hey," pulling her back by her shoulder, and as soon as she turned her face to me, I kissed her, drinking her in, but pouring out my carnal need for more of her, and when I met her tongue with mine, tasting her, her soft moan against my mouth made my dick hard again. Pulling back, we stared at one another for a moment, trying to figure out where we both wanted this to go.

"I just want to help you let go of him, Sophie. I want you to know what it feels like to be touched by someone who worships your body and your soul." I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The brazen look in her hazel eyes gave me all the confidence I needed to make the next move.

"Then help me let go, Noah."

"Are you sure? You won't regret me?" I had to know before I went any further with her.

"No," she answered with so much confidence that it made my heart skip a beat at knowing what she was about to let me do to her. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, lingering there for a few seconds.

I stood up and removed my shirt because we were going to need it later, letting it fall to the floor beside me. I smiled when I saw Sophie's eyes darken the way they did as they scanned my body and the tattoos covering it.

"Like what you see," I joked, kneeling before her. My mouth was starting to water at the idea of what I was about to do.

"I've only seen them in pictures; they're beautiful."

"You know what else is beautiful," I asked, spreading her legs apart and crawling in between them, meeting her face with my lips.

"You," I admitted in a hoarse whisper, kissing her cheek, her lips, and then trailing down to her neck where I slid my tongue over her supple, ivory skin. Her breathing became heavy her pulse quickened, and the perfect little moan that escaped her when I slid my fingers between her skin and the fabric of her leggings, had my dick throbbing and I knew before this was all over she wasn't going to be the only one cumming.

"Lift," I demanded, keeping direct eye contact with her while I pulled her leggings off, tossing them to the side. Sophie had beautiful thighs and I was longing to have my face between them, sucking her skin and leaving the purple marks behind that only she would see and be reminded of this moment. With only her panties on, I slid my hands up her thighs and laid them on her hips, grinning as she whimpered and bit her bottom lip, tugging her down a little bit to give me better access to her sweet sex that I knew was already wet for me.

"Is this okay," I asked her, before going any further.

She nodded quickly. "More than okay," she whispered, closing her mouth and swallowing. The anticipated look in her eyes as she waited patiently for what I was about to do, did things to me that I'd never felt before. Whatever was happening between me and Sophie was so electric and was destroying every memory of the girls who broke my heart.

Hooking my fingers around the top of her panties, I pulled them down, exposing the top of her sex. But I wanted to see the rest; I wanted all of it. Sophie clenched her thighs tightly and I knew she was nervous. "You good?" I asked again, looking up to see her head laid back, eyes closed, but her body was stiff. I moved back up, placing a soft kiss on her lips, feeling her kiss me back.

"Relax, baby. I've got you."

"Noah," she murmured, opening her eyes to look at me. "I've never been, I mean I've never had,"

"I know. That's what I'm going to fix."

Sophie took a deep breath, relaxing against the couch.

"Close your eyes. I want you to feel this before you see it," I whispered in her ear, feeling the goosebumps instantly spread over her skin. She lightly nodded as I sunk back down to begin my work.

Parting her legs slowly and feeling them tremble beneath the tips of my fingers, I kissed the inside of both her thighs, pulling the supple skin in my mouth and sucking gently, leaving the marks behind like I wanted. Sophie wiggled and whimpered, her short, little cries echoing in the room. Releasing her skin, I licked my lips the instant I set my sight on her pretty center that was so wet and bare.

"You shave it," I said, impressed that she would do such a thing.

"Are you complaining?"

"No, not at all; I love it actually." And I did. God did I love the fact that I had the most amazing view of all her pleasure points.

"I want you to picture me behind your eyes the second you feel this, princess," I said, finally inserting the first finger inside her. Her loud moan as she arched her back, went straight to my groin, and I didn't hold back the grunt that came from deep inside. I pushed in and out of her, watching her legs shake and her belly tighten at each thrust of my finger.

"Noah," she cried, eyes still closed and bringing her hand over the top of mine.

The sound of my name falling from her lips aroused every nerve, every muscle in my body. Her pleasure was infectious. It was the kind that made me want to do whatever I had to just to see it on her. I gripped her thigh, squeezing it hard.

"You like that?"

She nodded quickly.

"How about this?" and I inserted my middle finger.

Her hips bucked again, and she let out a gasping cry that made me move in and out of her a little faster, the sounds of her panting hitting my ears like music. She was so wet, and the fact that it was all for me did something to my ego that words couldn't describe.

"What about this, huh? Do you like it when I do this, princess," pushing farther into her and twisting."

"Oh, Noah yes, fuck, that feels amazing," she moaned, pushing herself harder into my fingers.

What was happening wasn't about me; it was all about her and making her know what felt like to be handled like the beautiful being she was and not a piece of useless nothing. I suddenly wanted to take the next step that would hopefully remove that motherfucker from her mind for good.

I licked my lips before diving in and lapping up every wet part of her, savoring the taste of her pussy and all of its treasure in my mouth, while still keeping my fingers buried deep inside her.

She was deathly intoxicating and for the first time in my life, I couldn't get enough. I licked her faster and sucked her harder while my fingers continued pumping in and out of her, earning small screams and cries from her lips that almost made me cum in my pants. I held back, forcing myself to control my arousal, vowing to make Sophie cum over my fingers or in my mouth first.

I laid my hand on her belly, feeling its tightness, knowing she was close.

"Tell me, baby. Are you good?" taking a moment to make sure she was okay.

Sophie opened her eyes for the first time and looked down at me as my mouth licked her entrance, pushing my tongue deeper into her.

"Ugghh, fuck, Noah," she cried, gripping the cushions and throwing her head back. I smiled, knowing I was pleasing her the way she needed to be pleased.

"Keep moaning for me, princess. I wanna hear you; I wanna feel you." Remembering her saying she was never allowed to touch that asshole when he was using her, I was desperately craving her touch, so I reached for her hand, and when I found it, I placed it on the top of my head. She instantly pulled it back.

"It's okay," I encouraged, stopping for a moment to look up. Her eyes were full of concern like she was waiting for me to correct her or be angry with her. I realized then, just how damaged Sophie really was and it crushed my heart.

"If I could, I would kiss away all your scars," moving up toward her face, with my fingers still inside her moving in and out. Slowly she lifted her hand, placing it gently on my cheek and brushing the hair away from my eye, as her eyes welled with tears. "Why do I believe you?"

"Because," I said, shifting to where I was partially on her and the couch, "he never made you feel like this. He never wanted to see you pleasured and even just finger fucked like the way you are right now. Fuck, Sophie, I'm so glad that night happened. If it hadn't we wouldn't be doing this. I'm glad we're doing this."

Nudging her legs to open back up, Sophie gave me complete access to her sex, proving that she trusted me. "Me too."

"Did he ever make you cum?" slowly working my fingers in her once again, pushing further in and feeling her tighten around me.

"Not often. Most of the time I was forced to fake them just to get him to stop," she said, tears running down her face.

"Well, I'm going to fix that."

She whimpered when I barely pulled my fingers out only to slam them back in, curling around her and feeling that one spot that I knew was it.

She moaned so loud and dug her nails into the skin of my hand, causing me to seeth and almost cum. Gritting my teeth, I began moving faster and harder inside her, working her until the tightness against my fingers was undeniable.

"Don't stop, Noah, god please don't stop."

"That's it princess, cum for me," I growled. Encouraging her the more she panted and whined, I used my fingers to thrust up into her, until finally, she exploded around me, her orgasm hitting her so hard that when she cried out, I came in my jeans, not caring about the warm liquid seeping through my pants.

We were both out of breath, hearts racing out of control, and minds completely ravaged, and as our bodies began to calm down, Sophie lifted my face to meet hers.

"Kiss me," she said, her body still trembling from the excitement.

I snatched her lips in mine as I gripped her face with my hands, and pulled her in closer because she just wasn't close enough and I needed her as close as I could get her.

"Hey, Noah, I found the box that has all the lighting equipment," Matt yelled, throwing the door open and dropping a box on the floor.

"What the fuck, Matt!" I hollered, throwing myself over Sophie's legs to hide her from Matt's eyes.

"Oh, shit man, I'm so fucking sorry! I'm just gonna go and," he bent over to pick up the box, but I stopped him.

"Just leave the fucking box, Matt. Get out," I yelled, and he opened the door, slamming it closed behind him.

"I wonder how much of that he heard," Sophie said, out of the blue.

Thinking she was going to be mortified, I looked at her with disbelief, seeing her trying to hide a smile.

The two of us busted out in laughter, embarrassed together.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen once the two of us left this room, or where this moment would leave us, but I didn't regret it. My biggest fear though was that Sophie would, just like the others did in the past, and by tomorrow, I would be feeling emotionally fucked. Either way, I knew I was never going to look at the gray couch in my studio the same, ever again.

#noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens band #nick folio #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens cult #jolly karlsson #fanfic #writing

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vee-beeee · 6 months

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Crappy Mornings

Okay soooo

I had so much fun writing the other fic that I wanted to do it again LOL

So the premise is you're late and have had the WORST morning, and Nines and Conner are worried. Also you knit.

again SORRY if this has been done before

Let the games begin

Warning: Fluff with a CAPITOL F, misunderstandings kinda, shorter than the last one, slice of life I think, very sweet or cringe take that as you will

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You were running late

again.

This seemed to be a theme in your life.

You were supposed to be at the station at 7 am, and it was currently 7:55 am. This wouldn't have been to much of a big deal, if your work partner was anyone else.

Unfortunately, your work partner was your adoring and sometimes overbearing boyfriend Nines.

And your other boyfriend was an overly-anxious, very caring Conner.

So today, you accidently upset 2 punctual androids.

But you had a good reasons to be late!

First, your alarm went off 10 minutes late for absolutely no reason.

Second, your hot water heater was acting up again so you had to take the coldest shower of your life.

And third, probably the worst, you totally accidently dropped your phone in your sink...That was filled with water after you had washed dishes the previous night and forgot to un-plug the sink to drain it. So this meant you had no way to contact Conner or Nines to let them know you were running late.

Awesome.

To top it off, your knitting supplies was totally eluding you. It just disappeared. And you may have looked for it for 8 minutes. But eventually you found it, now you were even more behind.

You hadn't even left home yet.

Walking out of your apartment, you almost got tripped up by a group of bikers. 5 looong minutes of standing in the middle of the sidewalk like an idiot while hearing a bunch of "excuse mes" and "coming throughs".

Then, the good people at your favorite coffee place had also misread your order. It honestly wouldn't have been a big deal but they insisted they fix it for you. Another 6 minutes.

(And you maybe stopped to pet a huge fluffy husky and that may have taken longer than it should've.)

Finally, FINALLY you made it to the station. But you were terrified to face the wrath of anger, from your anxious androids.

Lo and behold, loitering around your desk, immediately spotting you when you entered the office, was 2 very annoyed androids. Well, one was pissed and one had worry written all over his features. Which is worse in your opinion.

"Where have you been" Nines sharply asks, giving you a hard stare while taking in your form, most likely scanning you. His LED a steady yellow with flashes of red, conveying his worry without him realizing. Or he was just REALLY mad.

"You haven't been answering your phone, and we have been worried for your well being" was Conner's response to you being late, his LED also yellow and red. He was giving you the puppy dog eyes that ate at your soul. You held your hands up, guilt written all over you as you rushed to explain your horrible no good morning.

"Guys I'm so sorry, my alarm didn't go off, my phone died, there was an incident with some bikers, and the coffee place got my order wrong and they wanted to fix it, there was this Husky.." and as you continued to ramble about your unfortunate morning, Nines and Conner just stare at you waiting patiently until you were finished. What you didn't notice was there blinking LED's, and an unheard secret conversation.

"Your tone was to harsh, she is clearly having a hard time today." said a sympathetic voice in Nines head.

"Whatever. She scared us, didn't respond to our messages, and she was late. We have important work to do and she cant spend her time letting a missed alarm get to her."

Conner gave Nines a glare after that comment and followed it up with a statement thats outcome would unknowingly make you feel worse

"Your being kind of an ass right now Nines"

Nines scoffed, which accidently caught your attention. If you weren't red before, you sure were now. You knew that they would be pissed at you being late, and his scoff hit somewhere inside you that made you shrivel a little into yourself, even if you didn't know at the time that it wasn't meant for you.

And Nines had his pissed off look activated, and was avoiding your gaze.

You went quiet, not knowing what to say to fix this, which Conner immediately noticed. Cutting off his inner conversation with Nines, he did another scan on you. Your face was flush, and you showed signs of embarrassment. Brief but distinct increase in heart rate, flushed, fidgeting, and you had now started averting your gaze. Without all the scans, and by just looking at you, he could tell you were tired. So he did the most logical thing his programming could come up with to soothe you.

He hugged you.

You immediately softened. The hug was warm and filled with love, you could feel his soft breathes and his synthetic hair ticking your neck. You were guessing Conner had now forgiven you. You let out a sigh and sank deeper into the hug, enjoying it after your rough morning.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Conner's LED blinking yellow.

You then looked over his shoulder at Nines, who looked like a big baby at the moment. His LED was also blinking, and he was drilling holes into the back of Conner's head with how intently he was staring at him. You took one hand from Conner's back and waved it a little. This caught the RK900's attention, and he looked at you, LED still flashing. And all you did was smile with all your heart at him.

And he instantly softened, and returned it.

And then you took your other hand and did finger guns at him while making a stupid-ass face. You had to make a joke out of a slightly depressing situation.

And then he hardened at you, trying to look angry, but he was totally shaking and you could see him restraining his laughter.

Conner released you, giving you one last look before turning to gaze at Nines. You saw them glaring again and decided to stop it. So you took Nines hand in yours, and rubbed a thumb over his knuckles. He eased up again and Conner did too.

"Well wasn't that just the cutest shit I've ever seen" you heard someone grumble from across the bullpen. You laughed and Nines bristled, while Conner went blue, returning to Hank.

Eventually you got to work, but you smiled while doing it. Your morning turned out to be better than expected.

Wait, you totally forgot you need a new phone. Dang.

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THANK YOU FOR READING

sorry for any spelling errorss

I have found that I like writing lol

Sorry its shorter, but i hope its not to cringeee!

okay bye

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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My Baby Girl

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Requested: Yes - anon(s)

Prompt: You’re pregnant with Austin’s baby. This is the whole shebang, friends, from the test all the way to the birth. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Pregnancy stuff, body negativity/self-shaming, probably pregnancy inaccuracies lolol

Rating: Pg || Word Count: 3275

A/N: Pregnancy fics are...not my specialty 😅 I gotta be honest w y'all the smutty stuff is way more my speed lmao. but hopefully, this isn't too horrible. i am so sorry if you don't like the baby's name but it's the only one i could think of to make sense. Requests are open, as always 💕

🦋 mila

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You nervously tap your foot as you sit on the couch and wait for Austin to get home. He’s been out doing press for “Elvis” for the last few hours, but you have something incredibly important to tell him. It's something that can't wait. You grip the tiny white stick in your hand like it's a lifeline. In some ways, it is. Or will be someday. You hear the door open and the scuttle of Austin’s feet as he comes into the house. You gulp and call his name.

“Austin, baby,” you say, your smile faltering even though you don't mean it to. “I have something really important to tell you.”

He comes into the living room, looking sexy as ever. But also tired. You momentarily think about telling him another day but decide against it. He needs to know now. He kisses you quickly and then sits down on the couch.

“What is it, love?” he asks, rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb. You bite your lip nervously and take a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant,” you spit out and wait anxiously for his response. He's silent for a minute, staring at you without any expression. Within a matter of seconds, a smile begins to break across his face. You breathe a sigh of relief and smile back at him. He says nothing but gestures to your stomach.

“Can I…”

“Of course,” you respond. “Although I don’t think you’ll feel anything quite yet. I just took the test today.”

He places his hand on your stomach anyway, spreading his fingers out, and just taking in the fact that you're going to have a baby together. Your own baby.

“Are you happy?” you ask.

“I’ve never felt happier in my life,” he replies.

He leans forward on the couch and gently grabs your face with both hands, bringing your lips to his for a soft kiss. When you pull back, he starts showering your body with kisses. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, and all over your face. Somehow, he ends up on top of you on the couch. You wind up giggling and trying to push him off of you. He finally stops and looks down at you, hovering over your body. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear and his eyes flick to your lips for a brief moment. Your heart flutters.

“You’d better get off of me,” you say, laughing. “This is how we made the baby the first time.”

He smiles and kisses your lips one more time.

~ 6 weeks in ~

It's been roughly six weeks since you first told Austin you're pregnant, and things have been going very nicely. Even though you aren't showing yet, you're constantly looking in the mirror trying to see some evidence of your baby growing inside you. It's finally the day of your first appointment and, like a good baby daddy, Austin is tagging along.

You're nervous waiting in the office but having Austin there holding your hand and grinning from ear to ear like an idiot is certainly helpful. Finally, the doctor calls you back. She runs some tests, confirms that you are pregnant, and does an ultrasound. You grip Austin’s hand while the doctor moves the instrument around your skin trying to find the tiny sweet-pea-sized baby growing in your belly. You gasp when you see a tiny white dot floating around on the screen.

“Ope, there’s your baby!” the doctor says excitedly. You smile up at Austin, and he kisses the top of your head. He walks close to the monitor and puts his fingers up to the tiny being as if he can touch it through the screen.

“It’s not even the size of my hand and I already love it more than anything,” he whispers, and you smile.

~ 3 months in ~

Roughly 16 weeks later, things have started to get slightly more annoying, and you are definitely showing. You can already see stretch marks appearing. Your feet are swollen more than usual, and you feel like a big lumbering oaf. You can't imagine what's to come if this is only the first trimester. Your belly has started to grow rounder and stick out, but not big enough to look pregnant yet.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you just feel fat and ugly. You try not to pay attention to it, knowing that it's only going to get worse. But some days you just can't take it. This is one of those days. You and Austin are supposed to be going out for dinner, but you can't fit into any of your best clothes. Everything is so much tighter than it used to be, and you're in no mood to be uncomfortable.

Panic rising in your chest, you start to throw clothes out and onto the ground. You dig through your neatly folded clothes and make your closet a huge mess. Austin comes into the closet while you're in the middle of trying to desperately and angrily stretch out a shirt to fit your pregnant body.

“Baby, what’s going on in here?” he asks, holding his hands up to stop you from struggling. Once he gets the shirt away from you, you collapse onto the piles of clothes and start to cry profusely. He gets down on the ground next to you and pulls you into his lap. You cry and cry, grasping onto his shirt for stability of some kind. He rubs your back calmly.

“Shhh, shhh, baby, everything’s alright. Everything’s gonna be just fine, my love,” he whispers softly, pressing kisses to your hair. You sniffle, looking up at him through tears.

“Now, do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m always here for you, you know that.”

“I hate myself,” you say, and the tears start to come again.

“No, babe, what do you mean? How could you hate something so perfect?” he asks. “There’s nothing to hate about you. Not one thing.”

“Yes there is!” you wail. “My body is hideous. I have stretch marks everywhere, and I’m getting fat and swollen. None of my cute going out clothes fit, and it’s only going to get worse from here. It’s like everything I was ashamed of before is blown up three times as big now.”

Austin shifts so he can reach your face. His finger slides under your chin and tilts your face up to his. He wipes a few tears from your cheeks and then leans down to catch your eyes. Even though you're too embarrassed to look at him, when you accidentally make eye contact you can't break away from his beautiful blue eyes. They're so filled with love that your tears almost stop immediately. You sniffle again and reach out to touch his face with a finger.

“I love you,” he says. “I love you more than anything in this world, the next one, or any other universe that might be out there. Because you are the most beautiful thing in any universe. Do you know how lucky I feel every single day that I’m with you? That I’m with someone who is so incredibly out of my league?”

You scoff, wiping snot from your nose to prove that he's wrong.

“Don’t do that. Don’t downplay yourself like that, love. You are beautiful, you are strong, and you are damn sexy. I’ll love you no matter what you look like. But it doesn’t matter, because you’re always beautiful to me, inside and out. You’re everything I could possibly have asked for in a partner, and in a mother for my baby. And I just know our baby will be the most beautiful baby in the world, cause it’s gonna look like its mama.”

You've stopped crying, in awe of the words he's saying to you. How could anyone be so giving, so selfless, so kind?

“But I’m just gonna get fatter,” you say. “And then I’ll be fat after I have the baby and…”

“Shhh,” he interrupts you. “You’re really gonna make me go through all the things I love about you? I’ll do it.”

He leans over to grab your foot. He presses a kiss to the top of it.

“I love this foot,” he says before pressing a kiss to your shin. “I love this leg.”

He moves up your whole body, kissing every part of you and following by saying how much he loves each section of your body. He’s finally reached your lips, and he slies his hand around your neck, bringing you to him. He kisses you firmly, holding onto you as strongly as he can.

“Goddamn do I love those lips,” he says with a smile, and you giggle. His head bends down, and he moves your t-shirt off of your stomach to press three kisses on the swollen skin.

“And most of all I love this tummy,” he says, laying his head on it and looking at you. “Because it’s carrying our baby. Our love. The biggest way we can show it off.”

You run your fingers through his hair with a weak smile. Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach and yank on Austin’s hair with a gasp. His head flies off your stomach and he stares down at your tummy in shock. Your mouth falls open.

“Oh my god!” you shout.

“Was that….”

“A kick! I think,” you finish his sentence. You both pause, waiting to see if it will happen again. It doesn't and your smile starts to fade. Austin gets down close to your belly again.

“Hey little baby, mommy and I would really like to feel you again. Can you say hi?” he mumbles against the skin and then replaces his cheek. You both stare at each other for a minute and then another kick comes. Your hands fly to your face, and you squeal. Austin sits back up and kisses you passionately, smiling the whole way through.

“See, look how amazing your body is, babe,” he says, gesturing at your stomach. “You’re literally growing a tiny human being in there. There’s nothing more amazing than that. God, I can’t wait for him to get here.”

You shake your head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry…him?” you ask. “No, no, no it’s gonna be a girl.”

“I’ll love it whatever it is,” Austin responds, leaning in for another kiss. “But it’s gonna be a boy.”

You playfully smack him.

“Now get up and get that sexy body dressed. You need food, baby,” he says, standing up and offering you a hand.

He helps you pick out your outfit and showers you with compliments the entire time. You climb into the car and leave for the restaurant. You sit with a smile on your face, gently rubbing circles on your stomach. A thought suddenly occurs to you.

“What should we name it?” you ask.

“Shouldn’t we wait until we know whether it’s a boy or girl?”

“Well, we could prepare for both and then choose when we know.”

“Alright…”

Silence falls as you both try to think. Finally, Austin speaks up.

“How about Lisa for a girl….and Dallas for a boy?”

You think for a second.

“I like Dallas. And Lisa…as in Lisa Marie?” you ask.

“Well, we don’t have to use Marie too, but it’ll always be a reminder of this time in our lives. The happiest time,” he says, reaching over to grab your hand. You intertwine your fingers into his and smile.

“Alright…Lisa it is.”

~ 8 weeks + some change in ~

You're huge. Almost nine months into this pregnancy and all of the worst symptoms are starting to hit you. You can't fit into any cute clothes and don't want to try. Everything aches, and you have to get help to stand up after sitting down. You can't get comfortable at night and are sweaty all the time. The little baby is kicking like crazy, angrily and frantically now. Not to mention that your cravings are going crazy. You can't remember the last time you ate something that a normal human being would eat. Today, your craving is potato chips….on ice cream. But not any potato chips or any ice cream. You have to have chocolate ice cream and Ruffles salted potato chips. You come down the stairs like a ravenous beast.

“Austin,” you practically growl.

He looks up with concern at your urgent tone. You're gripping the banister to the stairs, white-knuckled.

“I need ice cream and potato chips,” you say desperately.

“D…do you need it now?” he asks, almost afraid.

You curl your fingers deeper into the wood and grate your teeth.

“Yes, now,” you hiss. You don't mean to be mean, you can't help it. It literally feels like your entire body will die if you don't get ice cream and potato chips right that second. Austin jumps up and immediately gets the keys to the car. He knows the drill at this point. You feel horrible for constantly for putting him through so much and being rude about it, but your body is literally fighting you.

“What brand?”

“Ruffles chips. I don’t care about the ice cream.”

He starts to run out the door, but you call him back.

“Thank you. I’m sorry. I love you,” you say with a small smile. He returns a quick smile and then rushes out. While he's gone, you veg on the couch and flick through the tv stations, feeling irritated. You try to take deep breaths and remember not to take it out on Austin when he gets back. You really are like a voracious wild animal and jump out of your seat when the garage door sounds. You run out to the car to meet him and snatch the grocery bag from his hands. By the time he’d come inside behind you, you're already tearing the bag of chips open. He gently takes it from your grasp.

“Hold up there, tiger. Let me put it in a bowl will you? Jesus,” he says, shaking his head.

“Sorry…I just…I need it so bad,” you whine.

“You know there was a time you said that about my-”

You hold your hand up.

“Not now, Austin. Don’t even.”

He scoops your ice cream into a bowl and arranges the chips in a little circle on the top. You appreciate the effort and feel terrible that you're about to absolutely demolish it in a matter of seconds. He hands it to you, and you snatch it, running back to sit down in the living room.

“Thank you. I love you!” you yell between bites of food.

“No problem, baby. I’m glad I can make you happy. I love you, too.”

~ that night ~

It's the middle of the night when you groan yourself awake. You roll around for a few minutes, clutching your stomach. Somehow, you're able to fall back asleep for a few hours but are awoken again by intense pains. It is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You figure it's just pregnancy pains until you stand up to go to the bathroom, and they intensify.

“Owwwww!” you shout, tensing what feels like every muscle in your body.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Austin has turned over in his sleep and is peering at you through the dark.

“Austin, grab the bag,” you say, already waddling to the closet to get dressed.

He bounces out of bed and grabs your pregnancy panic bag. He helps you hastily get some clothes on, you hold onto him as you somehow get down the stairs. You are breathing in and out, trying to make it through the pain. You've had to stop a few times to rest and catch your breath. But eventually, you make it into the car and Austin is zooming to the hospital. He's holding your hand and driving with the other, which is making you nervous. Not to mention that he is most definitely speeding.

“Honey, could you slow down?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, slowing down immediately. You smile painfully and squeeze his hand.

You arrive at the hospital and Austin helps you out and inside before he runs back out to find parking. The nurses help you into your hospital gown and get you ready and comfortable.

“Oh dear,” one of them says, and you sit up panicked.

“What? What?” you ask. It never seems good when medical staff say things like that.

“Honey, you’re going to give birth very soon. Did you call the hospital when these pains started?”

“No they only started less than an hour ago.”

“Well, you must have slept through them, then. Becuase you are extremely dilated,” she says, shaking her head. “Like less than an hour dilated.”

“I-” you stop in your tracks, realizing that the first bout of pain you felt had been the beginning of your labor. You sit back and try to relax, thankful that it probably won't be much longer. Austin comes running in with wild hair and a half-zipped jacket. You try to laugh at his wild appearance but it just turns into a groan.

“Are you alright? How are you doing? Can I get you anything?” he asks rapidly, searching your body all over to make sure you actually are doing alright.

“Yes, thank you. I’m fine. I just…want it out,” you hiss.

He sits down in a chair that's been pulled up to the side of the bed and holds your hand softly. You squeeze his fingers and breathe through the pain for the next hour or so until the nurse finally says it's time. She helps you sit up a little and more people in white lab coats and scrubs come rushing into the room.

“Okay, the baby is crowning,” the doctor says, and you grip onto Austin’s hand.

“You’re doing great, baby girl,” he says, smiling and holding your hand between his fingers. You hiss out breaths as you begin to push with the doctor’s guidance.

It's definitely painful, but everything is going so fast that by the time you realize the baby is out, you're already starting to lay down. The doctors help you finish the birthing process and then take the baby to clean it up and run tests. You and Austin have chosen not to know the gender of your baby beforehand. Even though there is sweat all over your forehead, Austin brushes your hair back and kisses the hot skin.

“You did so good, mama,” he says quietly and smiles. “I love you so much.”

You weakly smile back. After a while, one of the nurses returns with a little bundled blanket. A pink bundle.

“Congratulations!” she says. “It’s a girl!"

You smile, trying not to let the tears in your eyes fall as you accept the tiny thing into your arms. Austin is sitting on the edge of the bed with his arm around your shoulders. You stick your finger out and your baby hooks onto it with a hand.

“Little baby Lisa,” you say, smiling breathlessly.

“She’s beautiful,” Austin says, gently touching her forehead. He rubs a thumb on her forehead and leans down to kiss her. “I love you. And I love you.”

He angles his head to give you a kiss. You smile into it and when he pulls back, you gently touch his cheek.

“I love you too.”

“My two baby girls,” Austin says. “The lights of my life.”

He kisses your forehead again and then you both look back to the sleeping baby in your arms. Your baby girl.

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A Ghost Playing Hangman {J.Seresin} Part 5

Warnings: anxiety, panic attack, swearing, Hangman being Hangman

Word Count: 1.5k (Short chapter…don’t hate me!!)

Summary: Ghost was one of the most recent graduates from Top Gun quickly making a name for herself. When she gets recalled with the best of the best, she realizes her work is cut out for her if she wants to make the team. And one of her biggest obstacles is a blonde hair pilot with the world’s most annoying smirk. Will she make the team? And if so, at what cost?

A/N: Part 5 is here and part 6 and 7 are being written now! Next few parts will be longer, promise!! Have zero idea how many parts this will have, but I’m enjoying writing this! Thank you all for your feedback and love I got with the last few parts. Excited to keep this series going!

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

Hangman didn’t know what to do. From the moment those words left her mouth, he knew he fucked up. There was a fine line between harmless banter and low blows, and he knew he flirted with that line often. But this was not something he was prepared for. Doing the only thing he could think of, he sat on the ground next to her and pulled her close. One arm was wrapped around her shoulders and the other grabbed a hand, absently rubbing circles on the back of it.

“You’re okay, darlin’. I’m right here.” He checked her pulse every so often to make sure it was steadily going down, but he could feel her shaking like a leaf. Only one time in his life had he ever felt this type of panic and he vowed to do everything in his power to never be that vulnerable again. Now the thought of potentially causing panic in someone else filled him with guilt.

He waited there, patiently for her to come down from that horrible high, praying no one else wanted to be early. He didn’t care if the others saw him like this, he didn’t want the others to see her at her breaking point. She worked the hardest out of them all and to see her broken like this wouldn’t be good for anyone.

It was something that would haunt him for a long time coming.

You started to become more aware of your surroundings, vaguely aware someone was with you. It had been a while since you’ve had one of these and you can’t say it’s pleasant. Your vision was starting to focus again, and you felt a body holding you close.

“That’s it. Nice even breaths.” Jake Hangman Seresin of all people had to be the one to find you like this. You let out one last deep breath before you broke out of your haze, “This is embarrassing.” Hearing your voice made the man next to you jump and move away some. The sudden lack of contact upset you more than you were willing to admit. You watched as he got up from the ground and sat on the bench in front of you. The look on his face was something you couldn’t quite place. Concerned? Upset? It wasn’t his usual cockiness, so it was hard to decipher.

“Are you feeling better?” Not the words you expected to come out of his mouth. You looked down, not wanting him to see the flush of your cheeks. “Yeah. Thanks.” A heavy breath came from him, causing you to peek up at him.

“When I said what I did that night, I didn’t mean to cause all of this.” His words confused you and you gave him a small head tilt as you tried to place what he was talking about. He came to the realization that you were not following along and explained. “That night you came to chew me out about not communicating I told you that you needed to be better. Then the next day you are out here running laps and running yourself into the ground trying to do exactly what I said.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking up at the ceiling. “When I said to be better, I didn’t mean to run yourself into the ground doing it. Sweetheart, that was the furthest thing on my mind. But when you said you were the reason he was killed, it all clicked and I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Your heart nearly stopped when he said those last words. You didn’t realize you said what you did during the panic attack, and you could feel the anxiety creeping back in. Clenching and unclenching your fists, you tried to focus on your breathing and where to go from here. A secret you had kept close to you was now threatening to be out in the open. One more thing for someone to use against you.

A hand clasped over yours and you looked up with more tears pooling in your eyes. “You don’t have to tell me what happened. I probably don’t deserve to know, but I am sorry. Hell, I don’t think sorry will ever begin to cover it.”

More surprise at his words and him not pushing to know more. You brushed away the few tears that managed to escape and took a few deep breaths. “Thank you. It’s not your fault though. You didn’t know.” Hangman took his hand back and sat up straight on the bench. “Yeah, well I still feel like a piece of shit.”

That succeeded in putting a smile on your face. “The ever so cocky aviator admits to being a piece of shit. I should’ve had a melt down earlier on if I was going to get this kind of reaction from you.”

He chuckled a bit, still not quite back to his old self. You got off the cold floor and ran a hand through your hair. Before Hangman could see what set you off, you closed your locker door, hiding the picture of the man you failed. “What are you doing here this early?” Changing the subject was the best course of action.

“Rooster had a point, which I will continue to deny if you bring it up, and I thought I would put in the extra work. Can’t have you showing me up.” He offered his signature smirk at the end and that’s when I knew we were past what just happened.

“You wish you could keep up with me. I have so many more hours logged compared to you. You’d be lucky to get to fly with me when I become team leader.” He threw his head back and laughed, causing a small smile to break through.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

A few looks of surprise were thrown around when the rest of your group saw not only you, but Hangman walk in from the tarmac. Things only confused them more when the two of you were acting nearly friendly with each other.

Phoenix had sat next to you for the briefing and asked in a hush voice, “Did you suffer from a concussion yesterday, because you and Hangman seem to not hate each other.”

You covered up a snort, trying for Maverick to not hear you while he was talking. “He decided not to be an ass today. We will see how long it lasts.”

And it wasn’t a lie. He had every chance to rub your momentary weakness in your face, but instead took the blame that wasn’t his fault. Your mind drifted back to that conversation and realized that he called you by your name for the first time. And of all things to get you excited, it had to be the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. What did you have to do for him to say it again?

“You’re smiling and it’s creepy.” Phoenix broke you out of your ridiculous daydream and you pulled your attention to the front.

“Just thinking about how Hangman feels threated and had to show up early to not get beat in the race for team leader.” It was her time to smile, and you knew you covered yourself well.

The lightness of the conversation was quickly put to an end when we were told the timetable moved up a week and none of us were ready. For the longest time it felt like we were back in the academy, simply training just to train. The end goal was in the back of all our minds, but it didn’t feel real. Not until now.

We were dismissed for training, and no one was joking around anymore. Even Maverick looked like he was knocked down a peg, with the look of mischief gone from his eyes.

You were nearing your plane when Hangman’s voice stopped you, “Out of all of us, you have the skill to do this. Get out of your head and show them that.” You turned to see him a few steps behind you and nodded your head. “Thanks.” He answered with a wink, and you watched him walk to his plane further down the tarmac. Bradley gave you a questioning look, but you waved him off. He of all people would not approve of what was going on in your head.

Things between the two of you changed this morning and you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about it. Of all the times to get distracted, this was by far the worst. But something about that blond pilot made you feel something you hadn’t felt since that day of the accident. And that was starting to scare you.

A/N: Thoughts? Comments? I love all your feedback! Part 6 and 7 are in the works currently and I cannot wait to share them with you!! Thanks for reading!

Tag List: @blue-aconite @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @rosiahills22 @dempy @broosters @rebekahjonesx @luckyladycreator2

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stormblessed95 · 10 months

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Exactly storm

Taekookers being nasty af towards Jimin and Jkkrs are very wierd to Tae. I saw many jkkrs here saying they are not same as tkkrs..yes I agree. But, if we look back to 6-7 years before Taekookers were not nasty like this to JM. Slowly all those conspiracy theories piled up + lack of Tkk moments made them Rabid shippers.

Jkkrs are at starting stage. Just a few years before Jkkrs didn't had any problems with tae nor tkk, if anything they were happy when JM made Tkk rekindle their friendship. But now they have some conspiracy theory + lack of Jkk moments which made them to be wierd to Tae. Unlike last year, this year they got brave enough to publicly post it on their main acct. So Maybe after 1-2 years we will see Jkkrs turning to rabit shippers as well.

ALWAYS REMEMBER WE ARE THE OUTSIDERS HERE

None of us know Tae or JM or Jk than they knows each other. I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE HECK OUT OF JM. Even if I find some of tae's behavior wierd regarding Shipping who am I to publicly criticise him when the person I love the most is seen talking to Tae happily ? Now I just used tae's name as an example, we all may have some moments with all members we might not agree with, it natural..but I always look at jimin. If he's fine, I'm fine too.

Tkk came together + Vmin were talking to each other + Jkk had few moments + they all were standing together. So who am I to decide how they should act with their friend ? Who am I to say one is being shady there ? Who am I to say one is using another for FS ?

Also I hope Jkkrs will stop obsessing over tkkrs. None of it will make them stop hating JM, none of will make Vminkook hate each other, none of it makes a ship more real. Just report and block, more you spend energy on them, more you get done with everything. Just sit back and enjoy their music and bonds. It's so easy and make Fandom experience 10x better.

.... I mean yes. But like, where were essays like this one 2 from everyone on anon (to me or literally to anyone else) when I said literally the exact same thing basically, said I would block people for anti behavior, and was therefore attacked. Called a bad/fake "jikooker" and army? Yeah... idk. 1 to 2 years? Yeah, I think you should move that timeline WAYYY up honestly. I said a few months ago if things don't start getting called out, if things don't start changing, the jikooker community will be heading down the same direction tkkrs did. I said 2 months ago that people asked how tkkrs got as bad as they did and what happened there. That they have their answer and are witnessing it happen to jikookers in real time now. I stand by that. That's what happening here now. And if it continues down this direction.... it will just get worse until jikookers ARE exactly like tkkrs. Just like I used to try defending against by all the anti shippers who used to say that. It's a dark path jikookers are standing at the start of. If they ignore the warning signs and continue to walk it anyway, we all know where it's going. Or we should by now. I want no part of it any longer. I tried, I was attacked horribly for WEEKS for my efforts, by "jikookers" people who claimed they "used to love me". 🙄 So now I'm here for BTS and BTS only. And essays like this, after time has passed, after no one felt the need to say anything before this, idk. Idk the word I'm looking for, but it's not pleasing. Even though I AGREE with you for the most part and none of this is directed at you specifically, just everything and everyone in general. Sorry, I just can't bring myself to feel anything other than "yeah, that's what I said a while ago. And look how that turned out." Idk, I'm just down to "I told you so's" which feels petty and not quite accurate of my feelings either. So it is what it is. But I do encourage everyone else to sit on how you are actually feeling about everything more and think about it all for yourselves. Not what I or any other blogger is saying about it. And remember what it is that drew you to BTS for the first place and why you are ARMY. I'm here because I love them as people and I love their music. 💜

#shipping discourse #shipping discussion #jkkrs vs tkkrs #im just so tired #fuck antis and solos

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amaiyajiki · 1 year

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hiya, I was wondering if I could ask for fluff and comfort request 🤧🤧. Could I request where Atsushi taking care of his female s/o who had hard time sleeping last night and ended up waking up tired? I had hard time sleeping last night and it's one of horrible nights I experienced, idk if this okay 🤧🤧

I am so sorry that you had a bad night- Trust me- its so annoying when you can't sleep- But here you go!

~A bad night's rest~

Tags: Female Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Cuddling, Petnames, maybe ooc atsushi? semi-proofread, questionable grammer (English is not my first language so yea-)

You were tired, well- atleast you thought you were. Almost getting killed by the port mafia and solving murders wasn't exactly your forte. But it was your job to do so. Your body was tired and you knew that as soon as you lay down on the bed, you would pass out for sure.

You grabbed your keys and stuck them in the key hole. Opening the door, you were met with your boyfriend, Atsushi Nakajima, On the couch, just scrolling through TV channels. He looked over to where you were. "Ah! Honey! You're back!", He chirped and went over to you, hugging you while you were standing in the doorway. "Do you want dinner?", Atsushi asked. You just shook your head, implying that you didn't really want dinner.

"You must be tired. Go change your clothes and then we can sleep together." You didn't say anything to him. You just went to your guy's shared bedroom and going to the bathroom.

After doing your night routine and coming out of the bathroom. Atsushi was sitting on the bed, waiting for you to come to bed and sleep. You plopped down on Atsushi, who flinched a bit, not really expecting you to just plop down on him. Yawns, "Atsushi..dear, can we cuddle and go to sleep?" "I- Uh- O-of course! Let's go to bed." Atsushi flushed a bit but went on with your words.

Atsushi was holding you and and fell asleep. But you? no sleep. You twisted and turned in your sleep, trying to get into a comfortable position. Atsushi moved away from you. You groaned quietly, looking at your phone, "It's 2 am....Ughhh and here I thought I was tired as hell." Trying to not wake up your boyfriend, you moved to get some water or maybe some sleeping pills. Yea- none of them worked. You were frustrated. You were jealous of Atsushi, he was asleep while you weren't.

You ended up scrolling through your phone. I mean- what else could you do?

You fell asleep around 6 am in the morning. Atsushi woke you up for work. "Honey? wake up....We have work.." Atsushi sleepily said. You groaned, "Five more minutes....". Atsushi sighed and decided to let you sleep for a bit more before getting up himself.

He made breakfast for both of you. Atsushi looked at the clock and decided to go wake you up from your peaceful slumber. "Honey? You need to wake up. We're gonna be late!" He moved you around gently. You got up and sat on the bed. Atsushi could see your tired eyes and you seemed like you wouldn't be able to work properly today. You hugged Atsushi and put your head on his shoulder. He caressed your head. You swear you could almost fall asleep like this. "Had a rough night huh?" You nodded. "I don't want to go to work today, I don't want Kunikida screaming my ears off" Atsushi chuckled a bit.

Atsushi kissed your forehead. "Alright, I'll tell Mr. Kunikida that you won't be able to go to work today. Okay?" "Atsu- You better stay with me." Atsushi replied, "Im not going anywhere Honey! Im staying right here with you." Atsushi smiled and pecked you on the lips. You slept on his chest, sighing as slumber finally took over your body.

A/N:Alr- this might be a bit shitty but I hope you liked it- ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR TIGER BOI

#bsd atsushi x reader #bungou stray dogs #atsushi nakajima #bsd fluff #bsd x you #atsushi nakajima x reader

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 6 months

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The Maystone mangler pt1

Don't forget to check out @the-illiterate-pirate 's version of the same scenario 'Twisted Nerve'

Also there is a prolouge to this fic, not necessary but will give you a little more context.

It had been a month since you had moved to Maystone. You'd managed to settle in and get to know the town folk. It was a small yet communal one, everyone seemed to know each other. Sometimes you'd even see the mayor, Mr Valentine, or his wife in the grocery store.

From what you had learned Valentine had been a hero for the town, six years ago it was on the verge of being a ghost town but when Valentine returned after his time in the Vietnam War he'd established numerous projects to help the local economy. Sure the town was still quite small but now everyone had had access to many of the facilities and necessities to live comfortably. Even now he was striving for more as he made his way up to state politics.

As you drove to work you switched station news before settling on the local news.

'The weather will be a lovely 68°f today with some clouds coming through, best to get your washing out today as the next few days will have moderate rain' Amelia the weather reporter said.

'Back to you Marshall' she sighed off back to the main presenter.

'Thank you, Amelia. We just got news about the body found in the park this morning' He said catching your interest.

"We've been told by police that the victim, James Ronal, age 34, was found dead this morning at 6:47 this morning. The state of his body was described as barely recognizable. Later we have an interview slated with Sheriff Mountain Tim' they explained. You were horrified as thoughts of what might have happened flooded your mind. What could have led to such a horrible thing to happen.

You drove into to staff parking and parked your car. You turned off your car and grabbed your briefcase before entering.

You exchanged some brief hellos with your coworkers as you made your way to your desk. As you unpacked your stuff you overheard a conversation two of your co-workers, Jill and Mary were having.

"You heard the news about James?"

"Yes I did, it's horrible from what I heard his chest had been cut open and his head was nearly chopped right off"

"Oh goodness, it sounds like the Maystone mangler is back"

Maystone mangler, clearly this wasn't known. They had a name and everything. You wanted to join the conversation and learn more but you looked at the time, it was almost 9 o clock.

You set up the last of your things before the doors opened. It didn't take long before clients came in. You spotted Blackmore in the line and waved him over. You had gotten fairly familiar with him, visiting his shop at least once a week.

"Good morning Blackmore" you greeted him. He perked up and clumsily walked over with a bag in hand. He was wearing a brownish-grey turtle neck sweater and a pair of nice black pants. He was dressed quite nicely, a far cry from what he wore in the butcher shop.

"Ah… good morning" he stuttered before he sat down in front of you.

"I just came to put some money in, usually my mother covers it but she's been under the weather so I have to do it" he explained.

"I don't know if I can do that, I can't make transactions in another name" you explained.

"We have a shared account" he replied, you could tell he was obviously nervous about being at the bank.

"Oh sorry, in that case, it should be fine, I just need some ID" you explained. He grabbed out a wallet from the bag and grabbed out his ID and placed it on the desk.

Blackmore Lovall

Date of birth 11/19/1956

"Oh I didn't realize your mother was Mauve, you two look so alike," you said as looked at his ID before standing up.

"I'll go grab the file and then we can start the deposit" you explained as you made your way to the file room but stopped to ask him questions.

"Do you want a coffee?"

"Um… do you have tea, I'm not a fan of coffee" he replied.

"Sure, do you have it with milk, and how much sugar?" You said.

"Milk and one sugar please" he replied before you left.

Luckily the kettle had already been boiled so you grabbed a cup and a tea bag and grabbed the sugar tin. You poured his up and left it to seep before turning your attention to the file cabinet. You went to the draw labeled 'L' and looked through to find the Lovall file and put it on top of the cabinet before you finished making his tea.

You came back shortly later and gave him his tea and placed the file on the desk.

"Thank you so much" he coyly thanked before taking a sip. You sat down and opened the file. Blackmore grabbed out several small clear bags with notes, coins, and checks and placed them on the desk.

"Could I ask you a question… about what happened this morning?" you said.

"About James?" He asked.

"Yes, I overheard some of my coworkers talking about what happened, and they mentioned it sounding like the Maystone mangler. Can you tell me anything about that?" You asked and he nodded in response before taking another sip.

"The Maystone mangler is the name given to a local serial in this town. The murders started around five years ago and the police still haven't found the killer" he explained.

"How do they know it's the same person?" You asked.

"Well it's in the name, they're known for mangling and dismembering their victims…The murders aren't frequent so most of us aren't too worried, I'd just suggest not being out late by yourself and locking the doors at night" he continued.

You felt a shiver go down your spine, even just hearing the news mention a brutal crime in another state made you anxious but to know a murderer was in the town was very concerning.

You quickly snapped yourself out of your thoughts and began to open the bags and grab each bundle of notes. They were already organized so you took the rubber band off and put them into the note counter and turned it on.

"So how was your weekend?" Blackmore asked, trying to make small talk.

"It wasn't much, I just cleaned around the house a bit. Pruned the roses and realized I didn’t have a vase anymore to put them in, so I'm going to the antique store after work" you told him. Grabbing the notes out and jotting down the amount on a blank piece of paper before grabbing the next bundle to do the same.

"I'm sure you'll find a nice vase but Magenta can be a bit… greedy, but as long as you know how to bargain right he'll cave into a lower price" Blackmore warned. You nodded in response as you continued to count the notes. You two continued to make small talk before Blackmore asked another question.

"Did you hear about the communal barbecue that Mr Steel's running this year?" He asked.

"No I haven't" you replied.

"Oh well it's been talked about for some time, usually after church" he explained.

"I'm sure Mr Steel will tell you himself but everyone in town is invited, just have to bring something to share" he continued.

"What would I bring?" You asked.

"Well almost everyone brings sides… my mom and I supply all the meat and Mr and Mrs Valentine bring the drinks… perhaps a dessert, my mom always brings trifle, and a few cupcakes are brought in but never anything else" he suggested.

"Do you think a cheesecake would be good?" You questioned. His eyes lit up hearing your suggestion.

"Yes, cheesecake would be great, it's one of my favorite desserts" he replied as a small smile appeared on his face.

🍂🍂🍂

You finished work at five o'clock and got into your car and drove down to the antique store. You parked your car in the parking bay on the side of the road and made your way inside. You opened the door and a bell rang.

"The store's only open for twenty-five minutes" a nasally voice echoed in the shop.

"I'm just here to find a vase," you said as you began to look around. The place was cluttered with little room to move through between the furniture and smelt of dust and old fragrance.

"At the back, on the shelves," the voice told you.

"Thank you" you awkwardly thanked as you shuffled around, trying not to knock anything over as you made your way to the back. There you saw pitchers and vases along with piles of crockery.

"How long since you moved in?" He asked.

"A month now," you told him as you admired a few green bottles.

"That's a valuable piece of Vaseline glass from the 1920s, they don't make much uranium glassware nowadays," he told you. You jumped a little and quickly put it back down before looking to the side to see who you assumed was Magenta. He was a mess from head to toe. Wild hair and unkempt clothes.

"There's no need to worry about radiation poisoning, I doubt it has any more radiation than anything else here" he explained yet he still did not make you feel safe near it. Then your eyes landed on a ceramic pitcher with a simple floral design.

"I'll take this," you told him.

"Nice choice, I believe that one was handmade," he told you.

"That'll be $12," he told you and your eyes widened. Yep, Blackmore was right, he was trying to scam you.

"Actually I think I'll pass, it seems a bit pricey" you replied.

"I can assure you the price is fair," he said.

"Hmmm… I'm not sure, I have an aunt who makes pottery far cheaper" you bluffed.

"How about $10?" He asked

"Still too pricey for me, I'll buy it for $8 and not a cent more," you told him.

"Fine" he sighed in defeat before taking the pitcher out of your hand and taking it to the counter. You followed close behind as you grabbed a few notes. You handed the money and he took it greedily before grabbing some newspaper and wrapping the pitcher in it. On the paper you could clearly see the title 'Maystone Mangler strikes again: two found dead'

"So what's up with this Maystone Mangler?" You asked him.

"You really want to know?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I think it's important to know what's happening here. After all, I live here now” you replied.

“Roughly 5 years ago A man in town named Sam was murdered, it wasn't a simple murder by any means… he was chopped into pieces and dumped into the nearby river. That's the first murder by whom the news has dubbed the Maystone mangler” he told you.

“The weapon was never found but the autopsies suggest that the weapon was a meat cleaver, of course, the first suspects were the Lovall's however they were quickly dismissed. Mauve is far too frail to do something like that and not break a bone. Frederik was a nice guy, he was in my high school English class… He had been missing for a few months before the murder. Some think he took the family car and left to pursue something more while others think foul play was involved” he continued explaining.

“Then there's Blackmore… poor kid got put through the wringer in school from what I heard but he wouldn't even hurt a fly. Even the thought of butchering made him pale in the face when he had to pick it up. The first few weeks he looked like he'd faint at any moment. He's not got a single bit of violence in him” he told you before handing you the pitcher.

“Thank you Magenta” you thanked him before making your leave

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere blackmore

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pandaspwnz · 3 months

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TLDR: went to the hospital today because I had all the symptoms of a heart attack.

Thankfully though it was not a heart attack!

Most of my symptoms were explained by my low ferritin (iron storage) levels, which the doctor described as "basically completely empty"; It's at 12 µg/L (it should be 15-120, with anything under 30 clinically considered low), and she suggested I talk to my doctor about iron supplements, and when I told her I've been taking 2 a day for 6 months she legit made this face and said "and it's still so low?"

same bestie

The low iron and ferritin doesn't explain the chest pain or extreme nausea I've been having, but I'm assuming I've maybe just caught a cold or something, and it being an added stress on my body AND just after my period is maybe why I'm feeling so much worse than normal, because I went back and checked my last 3 blood tests, and though my ferritin levels are at 12 today, they were lower the last two times: yet I still felt worse today than I did then. My iron level however is currently the lowest it's ever been at 4 µmol/L (should be between 9-34). But I had an ecg and my heart is normal, and I do have slightly high blood pressure and a high pulse (usually both are normal although last month I did also have a bp test that was a little too high) but I'm sure some of that can be attributed to the stressful situation I was in.

So most likely I'll need iron infusions because my body clearly does not absorb iron correctly (IBD, heavy periods, and being a vegetarian definitely not helping babes) and honestly I'm so fucking excited. It actually feels like there is a solution, or at least a help for why I've felt so bad for so long and only gotten worse, and it's at my fingertips. It explains so much from my daily life, the fatigue, the body pains, the headaches, the difficulty forming sentences, it could be exacerbating my ADHD (like what if my ADHD isn't actually as severe as it seems but I just have a severe iron deficiency that's impairing my cognition?), how my hands and feet are always cold, how often I feel physically weak, my brittle hair and nails, etc and like imagine if these things could get better. What a wonderful life that would be, to feel almost normal?

But yeah I was very unsure about going to the hospital because I was pretty certain it wasn’t actually a heart attack even though I had all the symptoms because I already knew I had low iron and that it can cause arrythmia (I did not know my ferritin level though), and I even felt silly when I called the emergency room to ask if I should come in, but I figured it was a better safe than sorry situation. I felt so horrible earlier in the day and almost fainted when I was out shopping with my mom, and we talked about it and agreed that if she had been the one with my symptoms, I would want her to call in and make sure she was okay, and I feel better about it now. The nurse and doctor were very kind, and nobody made me feel like I was being silly, and they agreed it was better to check one time too many than one too few.

Also, kind of a sidenote, but when I was waiting for mom to finish up at the bakery at the mall (this was before I was concerned it might be a heart attack, I didn't think about that til I came home just to clarify), I had to sit down on the floor and cover my eyes while I tried to breathe right, and this older gentleman came up and crouched down next to me and asked if I was alright. And ya'll this man had the kindest face, he looked and seemed so compassionate and genuinely concerned for my - a total stranger's - wellbeing, and I actually almost burst into tears. I told him I was okay, I just had low iron and was feeling dizzy, and he asked if he could get me anything, and he was just so unbelievably sweet. I have never in my life had that experience before, and it just, as small a gesture as it may have been, really made me feel better about humanity as a whole. I don't think I'll ever forget that man for as long as I live, and even though it was like a 20 second interaction, it really meant and means so much to me.

#i still don't feel well in many ways but some of my symptoms are a little better while some are worse #but I'm okay #and I'm really hoping getting more iron is going to help me because damn bitch. i live like this?#iron deficiency #ferritin deficiency #heart attack tw #like when i say i had all the symptoms of a heart attack i do mean ALL. plus a few more on top #but yeah it was bad and i also just got so fucking emotional earlier it was horrible #no thank yooou #my post

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not-a-big-slay · 2 years

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Until it doesn't hurt

kaz brekker x fem!reader

summary: betrayal leaves some wounds behind, but even more questions when you can't figure out from whom it really came from

warnings: mentions of killing, gambling addiction, swearing, mention of slavery

A/N: alright hello, im back. this is the longest chapter yet and, no kidding, i wrote it for 7 hours. its over 4.5k words and its my fav chapter yet, so i hope you'll enjoy as well! now i know that Poker has many versions and can be played differently, i just described the version i know. sorry about the ending being kind of unfinished but 7 hours of writing did a toll on me and i couldn't think of a good ending. if you wanna be updated for future chapters, say so in the comments :) also i just noticed i was using batrayEl in previous summaries?

part: 5/?

previous part: part 4

next part: part 6

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Y/N tripped again, hitting stacks of wooden crates with her shoulder. It was a miracle they didn't fell over. She continued walking, not looking back as if it would kill her instantly, which was definitely an option. Her breathing was fast as light and she could swear it was the only thing keeping her on her feet.

Y/N looked into ghost's eyes back there and her mind couldn't grasp it. He's alive he's alive he's alive... It repeated like a broken vinyl and only could be stopped by turning it off. Y/N tripped over the last time and fell to the ground. Her widened eyes looked behind her, expecting him or Rollins to walk out of the alley she came from. No one came, the streets were empty, filled only by crashing waves, but Y/N felt watched more than ever. The cold cobblestone beneath her bare hands tried his best to calm her down while her mind took the girl back to past.

She was newly 10 years old when a man came to Deln's warehouse. It wouldn't be something odd, however, this man was known as one of the most dangerous people in Ketterdam. Her mother held her tightly, as though she was trying to hide her. Y/N was scared, but only because every slave around her was. She did know Pekka Rollins, everyone did, but couldn't understand why her mother clutched to her so much, Deln sold children from age 12 or above. Rollins talked to Deln for quite a long time, sometimes laughing at something one of them said. Few slaves started sobbing or panicking, feared they might be chosen. Y/N sinked into her mother's arms, trying to find peace within.

The talking stopped and was quickly replaced by footsteps, making their way to the slaves. Y/N knew the two men reached them when the cries and panicking stopped. She raised her head and looked at them. Y/N still wonders to this day if the eye contact she made with Rollins back then was their doom, if it somehow forced him to choose them as his actors for a sick play, if it was responsible for Y/N never seeing her mother again after Rollins abandoned them and took the promised freedom with him. He renamed them, gave them roles, changed their life story and themselves.

Their job was simple: act like a happy family

There were many that fell for his tricks, but only two that Y/N couldn't forget.

And she didn't. Today it was proven they were living in her head and weren't planning on leaving any time soon, not after seeing him. She thought they died like the rest. She hoped they moved out of Ketterdam as soon as they found out they were tricked. Y/N never cared about the others and they never cared for her. To them she was just a little girl, not bruised by the horrible world, but Jordie and Kaz were different. Kaz cared for her, brought a little bit of sunshine to her every time they visited. She tried to warn him, telling him they should go see the world. ,,Don't worry, we will. After Jordie earns enough money, we can go and see the world together." he said. Y/N loved the feeling that washed over her every time he spoke about their future, but at that moment she hated he was just a little boy, as oblivious as she'd played to be. She wanted to tell him all about Rollins- or Hertzoon in that case, which she thought was the ugliest surname ever- and his plan, but she couldn't sacrifice her and her mother's shot at freedom.

And she hated herself for that.

Y/N breathing slowed down as she got up and tried to figure out her location. After escaping The Emerald Palace, she didn't really think about which way to go, but rather to get away from the place as fast as she could manage. She leaned against a building and breathed deeply, hands pressed to her left hip- she got to get away somehow and due to panic, she practically jumped out of the window instead of climbing down.

Her ears picked up a laughter from around the corner and she began to make her way to it. She soon caught voices and even a queit music. Once she heard cards being shuffled, she no longer hesitated. Y/N walked into the yellow light that was surrounded by the dark alley and stepped into a doorway. In front of her appeared a small cozy room with wooden floor, a bar and many stools, chairs and tables. It must've been after their closing hours, because the bar missed it's bartender and the tables missed their customers. Only one was full, a round table with men seated around it, creating a cloud of smoke from their cigars while throwing more money on an already big pile. Y/N smiled.

Poker was her favorite.

In Novyi Zem, she developed a gambling problem, leaving her often in debts that she paid by killing off various people for free. That, of course, killed her remaining sanity, so she learned when to stop. Whenever she had a bad day, she had to lock herself at home from going, otherwise she knew she'd be playing until she had the last coin on her side. Her addiction got better, but, as they say, no addiction ever goes away. It lives in your mind, hidden in the darkest corners, waiting it's turn to take over again. It was it's turn and Y/N gladly gave it control.

"Can I play?" she asked, but her tone already decided for them. Their eyes noticed her and she took a quick look at all of them. Two men probably in their fifties, one in his early thirties with an apron around his body. The bartender she thought. One Suli boy in his mid twenties, she guessed, and one Zemeni boy not older than her for sure. They looked confused, but after a moment, their faces relaxed and one of the oldest smiled. ,"Of course, sweetheart. Take a seat."

She did so, sitting down next to the Zemeni boy. She knew better than to sit between old guys. The boy shuffled through the deck and gave everyone two cards. "You have money to play with?" he asked, keeping his cards out of her sight. Y/N kept eye contact while reaching in her back pocket and taking out a small moneyback. A gift from Pekka Rollins. Who would she be if she wouldn't rob him a little.

The men smiled and soon the game would begin. They started with 10 kruge. Y/N looked at her cards: an eight and Jack, not in the color. She threw in 10 kruge, believing in taking a risk. Zemeni boy followed her action while the Suli folded his cards. Y/N always wondered what made people do that in the first round. Perhaps really bad cards, not liking the risk or not enough money. Either way, he was out. The dealer- which she found out to be the role of the bartender- laid out two cards: a seven and a ten. Y/N only needed a nine to have a straight. She was relieved with having a chance to win, but kept her stone cold face and her hopes low. Someone may have better cards than her. The bet was raised to 50 kruge by one of the grandpas and Y/N studied his face as if she would find his cards in there. He could be bluffing or he really believed in himself.

Y/N called in, throwing 40 kruge into the pile. The bag had around 150, so she could risk it all. The Zemeni raised the bet to 70, giving her a soft smile. She mirrored it and took 30 kruge out of the bag. She had good cards and wasn't in the mood to fold them. Besides, she already threw in 40 kruge and wasn't planning on losing it. The bartender blew out air while giving up his kruge. "You believe in yourself boy." he lightly shook his head and smiled. The boy next to her leaned into his chair looking at the dealer: "It's not that I believe in myself Jeni," he looked around the table, "I just don't believe you."

They giggled at his response as the barkeeper laid out a card: Ace. Y/N still had two chances at winning. Some men hummed in thinking, while the Zemeni boy looked at her, supporting his head with his palm. "You're up, darling" he stated. Y/N looked at the cards on the table, considering the risk. She wanted to seem confident, like her cards couldn't be beaten, but not too much, so it wouldn't be suspicious. She also needed some money for another game. She reached into the moneybag and pulled out 30 kruge, raising the bet to a hundred. They seemed almost surprised, but they obliged and added the money. One of the older men folded his cards, gaining a hurtful and confused look from the other.

"What? Bluffing only goes so far.." he defended himself and prove Y/N's previous thoughts right. "Bluffing is low of you, Bernar." said the other and looked away from his friend. "At least I had the balls to bet, unlike Han over there." Bernar chuckled, pointing his head to the Suli boy. "Well, I didn't lose 70 kruge for poor bluff." Han said and Y/N noticed he sounded younger than he looked. The boy next to her took 10 kruge in his hand and turned to Y/N: "For your courage I raise the bet." He gently put the money in the pile, making it now 110 kruge. He seemed pretty confident the whole game, but that didn't threw her off the tracks. She smiled sweetly at him: "20 kruge," she said, giving the money onto the table, "only for the sake of the game."

The Zemeni laughed and pointed a finger at her: "I like this girl.". The pit now held 500 kruge. Y/N was feeling herself. She was no longer thinking about Kaz and felt like she visited Ketterdam as a trip down a memory lane, not to kill a man she wished was already rotting in a grave. This group seemed unbothered by everything going on, their only problem was not having money for a game or bad luck. She wanted to stay here forever, play cards without being afraid of someone like Rollins or Kaz, drink booze, lose money and win them back. It was a dream she couldn't fulfill, but could enjoy for now.

Jeni, the bartender as Y/N learned, folded his cards and the old man followed his action. Bernar laughed at the sight of that and almost fell down his chair. "So you accuse me of leaving and still are scared of a little raise." he patted his clearly annoyed friend on his shoulder. "Even your wife would call you a coward now, Harvey." he said, going into another phase of laughter. Y/N found it extremely addicting and let a grin appear on her face. She also noticed the small diamond on the man's left hand.

I'll buy you the biggest diamond in the world.

Y/N had to stop her thoughts before Kaz gets more into her mind. "Alright, Bernar, you can stop now." said Harvey, throwing his cards into a small deck created by other unfortunate cards.

"It's just you and me, princess." said the boy and smiled, Y/N gladly returning it, like many times before. Jeni added another card into the line: a two. Dissapointment was quickly consuming her after seeing that card. Only one chance or she'll lose 120 kruge. Her face was the only calm part of her. The boy was thinking and after that, he looked at her. "I'll check if you check." he said, piercing her with his green eyes. Y/N looked back at her cards as if she needed a reminder she might lose if the last card won't be in her favor. She thought about the boy while looking at the line of cards laid out. He took risky moves every round, now he wanted to check. She didn't believe that. Either the last card also holds his chance of winning or he wants to trick her. If she backed down now, it would have revealed her uncertainty she had in her cards and he could make that his upper hand. Y/N didn't think he would have the ability to do that, but it had happen to her once. She lost a lot of money that day. She has only 30 kruge left and the night is still young. Y/N looked at the boy and held eye contact. He smiled during her gaze, curious to know her answer. She smiled back.

"15 kruge."

His smile got even bigger once she placed the money in front of him. Others were just silently watching, afraid that any noise will ruin the entertainment. He happily matched her raise and both of them looked at the dealer. "I said I like her." the boy said before Jeni dealed the last card. Y/N's breathing stopped as if it would affect the symbol on the card, her eyes trying to see through the colorful side to the other. The last card was laid on the table and everyone took a piece off of it with their eyes.

A nine.

The remaining players leaned back in their chair and looked at each other, both trying to read a reaction from the eyes. "For Saints' sake just lay them out already!" Harvey ordered, obviously frustrated by the cliffhanging situation. The boy nodded his chin towards her: "Wanna go first?" Y/N looked at the cards and then to the table, enjoying the stalling that seemed like they agreed to do. She looked back at him: "No, you go." The boy looked away before drawing his cards on the table: two Jack's. "Three of a kind." he said proudly and looked around the table to aknowledge their impressed humming, Y/N joined. He playfully bowed his head, looking back at the girl. She continued nodding in awe, feeding his ego. She took her cards and placed them towards the Zemini.

"Straight."

It was quiet for 2 seconds before everyone bursted out laughing, except the last two players. The boy looked dissapointed, hurt almost, while Y/N smiled at him. "Beginner's luck!" he argued when the table became quieter again. "I don't know Jesper, we've been playing for a year and you've won," Jeni turned to the old men with a question in his eyes, "two times in total?" The men only nodded with a smile as an agreement. Y/N took the money while Jesper took the cards and shuffled the deck: "I'll make that three times this game."

They have played some more, Y/N lost some money, but nothing brutal. She found out that the Suli boy, Han, was good at it, only afraid to take big risks. Throughout the night she uncovered everyone's weaknesses. Bernar liked to bluff, but after a few games, she could almost always tell when he's faking it or not. Harvey was pretty decent in the game and Y/N couldn't figure out his tactics, but raise the bet above 10 kruge in the last draw and he folds, Jeni played safe like most of players do, but he also watched everyone's reaction and took risks based on them. They must have come to his bar often to know them and their style, so Y/N changed her emotionless face and showed a resemblance of dissapointment or happines, it depended on her cards. And Jesper, he only took risks. It didn't matter if his cards are any good, he never folded once during the night. He also never won for the third time.

It was getting late and Han already left. Y/N folded her cards in the beginning, not wanting to risk her money over a two and a five. The only players now were Harvey, Bernar and Jesper, obviously. Jeni yawned, playing with the deck, ready to lay the last card onto the table. "Now, if you go all in, I might give you some of the money I'll win" said Harvey, with his elbows digged into the table. Y/N wondered if they made holes in the wood by being there for so long. Jesper shook his head and laughed a bit: "Oh no dear friend, the thing is that you are holding a complete shit and you want me to be as miserable as you are right now."

Y/N would argue with that logic, but she was tired and if he would lose his money, this little gathering would be broke off and she didn't have a place to sleep. It was one of the things she wanted to take care of after she kills Rollins, but that didn't go as planned. She saw Jesper's cards and she knew he couldn't win this with a pair, Bernar wasn't bluffing. Y/N thought Bernar and Harvey, long time friends as she found out during the second game, were teaming up on poor Jesper. Harvey probably didn't have good cards, but Bernar did. Harvey will try and trick Jesper into betting more money and Bernar will then take the win, splitting it when they're on their way home.

"Oh come one boy, as if you would ever win something!" Harvey sounded pissed and played into Jesper's theory. Y/N could warn him about the trap he was about to enter, but decided to enjoy the show instead. "Harvey, just fold. I don't want you to lose all of your savings." joked Bernar and knocked onto the table two times as a sign of check. "I've already thrown out 200 kruge in this game, ain't running away now." he argued and went all in. Jesper was surprised, but lured. Y/N knew he won't run away from a big risk, even though this wasn't a risk but a financial suicide. Bernar shook his head, but gave his money in too. "It's not late to fold Jes." he said and gave his last kruge onto the pile. Jesper stared at him for a long time, Y/N started to think that he might really back off, but he reminded her of herself when she developed this addiction. Backing away from all in's used to make her stomach twist. She had hope in him, but he quickly snatched that with his money and threw both on the table. Harvey smirked, but Bernar counted his money and seemed very unhappy.

"Hold on, you don't have the same amount." he said looking at the boy. Jesper looked taken aback and furrowed his eyebrows. "If you wanna play, you need 20 more kruge." Bernar explained. Jesper leaned back into his chair, thinking and then looking at Y/N. She knew what he was going to ask her and wanted to turn it to her advantage. He smiled so purely, almost looking like a puppy. He had a time to master this face huh? "Y/N, sweetie, would you please lend me 20 kruge? You've seen my cards. You know.". Oh, she knew, and she wouldn't lend him a kruge on any other day, but as she sat in the wooden chair, almost falling asleep one time, she had to think about a place to spend the night. And if Jesper has been playing for a year with them,- maybe more before- only won twice and is still sitting here in a leather coat with money, he had to have it.

"Alright Jes, I'll give it to you." she said, reaching in the moneybag. Jesper's face lit up at that response and Y/N had to question if this was a first time after a long time that someone agreed to lend him money. "Don't do that Y/N, or you'll never see him again." the guys laughed as Jeni said that, startling her a bit, because she thought he was asleep. She took 20 kruge and showed it to Jesper. "I'll give it to you if I can sleep wherever you're sleeping tonight.". Her request took him by surprise. He studied her face and Y/N feared he might decline, maybe taking home a stranger was worse than to fold your cards. Jesper seemed like he understood though, and nodded. Y/N, half dissapointed in him and half releaved she won't be in the streets tonight, gave him the money. Jesper smiled and winked at her, making the kruge in his hands dissapear in the pile.

"Card, please." he said and Jeni, looking like he just woke up, draw the last card in front of them. It was silence after, no one wanted to show their cards. Jesper scoffed and threw his cards on the desk: "Pair." Harvey let his cards slide across the table. Y/N made out a four and a King, but she knew Bernar would probably have something more. ,,Told you, you have shit." said Jesper before he looked at Bernar, eager to know what he has. Bernar sighed and laid out one card: a six. Jesper rushed air through his nose, being happy for having a chance to win with his Seven and curious for the last Bernar's card. Bernar looked at him being so hungry for the money and said: "Better luck next time.". Jesper furrowed his brows looking at the last card falling out og Bernar's hand.

Ace.

He looked at the cards on the table.

Seven, Ace, Five, Ace, Six.

Full House.

Jesper froze and watched Bernar laugh as he took all of the money. Y/N hanged her head back. She saw it coming. Jeni sighed and got up: "Alright fellas, time to go.". He pated Jesper on a shoulder and went to turn off the remaining lights. Harvey and Bernar stood up and so did Jesper and Y/N. She streched for having to sit for so long and turned to them. "It was a pleasure, Y/N. I hope we'll see you again." Harvey said, still acting like he's upset. She smiled back and shook hands with both of them. Jesper motioned her out and, saying good night to Jeni, they were out. "This way." said the boy and Y/N followed him.

"No one could know he had a Full House." she tried to make him feel better, even though she knew it. Not that he had a Full House, but better cards in general. At least I have a place to stay tonight. Jesper chuckled at her attempt, kicking an invisible rock on the ground. "It's fine. Sorry about your money." he apologized and Y/N smiled, touching the moneybag in her pocket. It was fuller than before, so she was happy. They walked over the cannal at East Stave and were heading for a Financial District, as Jesper revealed. "Why do you gamble in The Barrel when you live in a district?" she asked when they were on the other side of Zentsbridge. The nightsky was beautiful, every star held a secret and the Moon gathered them all inside. She always loved night more than day. The Sun was alone in the sky, sometimes acompanied by clouds, but they were all the same and the view is quickly boring. Stars are every night different and sometimes not seen at all. She was surprised they are visible here when the Sun sometimes hides itself from this awful place.

"It used to be where I lived. Plus I work there." he spoke and Y/N nodded. She didn't want to seem nosy, but he had to expect the follow up question: "Where do you work?". He stopped and looked around and then continued to walk a different way. Y/N blindly followed him, already suspicious that he wanted to rob her. He could do that easily, she didn't know this part of Ketterdam. He seemed to think about the answer. "I work in The Crow Club." he looked at her with that. It didn't ring a bell in Y/N's mind, but she would definitely remember it from now on. She only nodded in understandment, acting as if she knew what the place was. She expected the question in return and her expectations were fulfilled.

Y/N said only the truth, not thinking lying was a great play here. She was playing a game with him, without Jesper even knowing. "I'm a hitman." Jesper stopped in his tracks once the words left her mouth. Y/N looked at him and smiled: "No, I wasn't hired to kill you.". He seemed relieved after that. "Who is your target then? If it isn't a secret, that is." he joked. Y/N was scared to say the truth. She didn't know if the club Jesper worked at wasn't owned by Rollins and she wouldn't risk that chance. "It is, sorry." she apologized, feeling like she has to. Jesper seemed to understand and didn't ask further questions.

They continued to walk and talk, until they've reached a mansion. Y/N gasped when Jesper walked casually towards the entrance. He noticed her absence and turned around. She looked at the building, sparkling with moon shine. It was beautiful and very expensive and Y/N didn't need proof to know she's right. "Cute, isn't it." Jesper called out to her and she moved her eyes on him. "Now, it's not mine, I just live here. It belongs to a very adorable merchling,but he's a little..." Jesper drew little circles with his index finger pointed at the side of his head, clearly not noticing the door open behind him.

"Am I now?" a voice said and Y/N shifted her gaze there. Jesper was startled and turned around. She walked over to them, while the boy tried to explain himself: "Whaat? No, we weren't talking about you, pretty boy. Let us in, I wanna introduce your smart brain to my new friend.". He walked around the guy into the house. Y/N smiled at the owner, not knowing if she had to bow in presence of a merchant. She was taught to bow to every man that came into the warehouse, even though he wasn't any rank, slaves were the lowest class there was. The boy nodded inside: "Come in, you look better than his other friends." he said and walked into the house with her.

Sleeping in a mansion for 20 kruge almost made her feel bad.

Almost.

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Burnin’ For You (6/?)

A/n: welcome to chapter 6 I really hope you enjoy it. Make sure to leave a like and reblog if you do! If you have any suggestions or requests my ask box should be open!!

Eddie Munson x OFC!Penny Castillo

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: implied smutty thing, cursing, bullying. Eddie being a lil pervy ig

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She was running as fast as she could, umber leaves blurring past. She could hardly breathe, her chest tightening with every ounce of effort she was exerting. She didn’t dare to slow down. Not for a second. She darted between trees and jumped over fallen branches, hearing them snap behind her as whatever it was that was after her paid them no mind. Sticks and leaves digging into the pads of her bare feet as she haphazardly tried to outrun inevitable death. The screech that erupted from behind her made the fear already blooming in her chest grow into full terror. A scream escaped her lips as she felt her body start to ache. She was beginning to slow now, unable to keep up the pace. This can’t be happening again. She felt the creature on her heels. Just as she saw the road in the distance looking like a light at the end of this horrible tunnel, she tripped over a branch she hadn’t noticed. Twisting around on the ground, she looked up just as the flowered opening of a mouth was careening down towards her. She shrieked as everything went black.

The incessant beeping from her alarm clock jarred her awake. The ache in her throat told her she must’ve been screaming as she was dreaming. She laid in her bed for a moment, eyes trained on the ceiling trying to gather herself. Peeling the sheets that clung to her off her sweaty body, she tried desperately to catch her breath.

What the hell was that? Penny thought to herself. Pushing it to the side, she slithered out of bed begrudgingly and began getting ready for school, though she wanted nothing more than to stay tucked underneath her fluffy duvet. As soon as she was dressed, she took the sweaty linens off the bed and took them down to the laundry room, shoving everything into the washer. She knew her mom was still asleep after a long night at the hospital, so she left her a note asking her to please switch them over to the dryer when she could.

Penny waltzed her way to the kitchen, making herself a lunch and some buttered toast. She ate quickly, grabbed her keys from by the door, and shrugged her backpack onto one of her shoulders. She walked out and locked the door behind her, noticing robin was already waiting by her car.

“Hey Penny! How was the party last night? I wish my parents would’ve let me go.” Robin threw her backpack into the backseat as Penny unlocked the doors.

“It was kinda boring honestly, we didn’t actually stay long. We left and went to his house to watch a movie,” Penny responded as she pulled out of the driveway.

“PENNY!” Robin shouted, causing Penny to swerve the car.

“Holy shit Robin. Oh my god. Don’t do that. It’s like you have a death wish dude.” Penny scolded a sheepish Robin, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But Pen. Oh my god. You went to his house. Did you guys- yanno…. Do the do. The horizontal tango. The uhhhh the sideways cha cha?”

Robin wiggled her eyebrows as Penny shot her a glance.

“Oh my god Robin,” Penny cackled. “No. We did not do any of that. Or sex. Seriously? Sideways chacha? Did you just come up with that? Not half bad.”

“I did just come up with that. Thank you. Did you at least kiss?” Penny’s face burned bright red at the question.

“OH MY GOD YOU DID?” Robin nearly launched herself out of the seat.

“NO! No we didn’t. I thought we might’ve been about to but there was a scream in the movie and it startled me and I jumped. Then I saw the time and I had to speed my ass back home, seriously I think I broke a couple laws. But I really think I was reading into it.” Robin glared at Penny’s response.

“Okay so you think he was going to kiss you but now you think he wasn’t? PENNY. Get your shit together, Penny baby. He so obviously has the hots for you. Just like you do for him. I don’t know why you don’t see that, dingus.” Robin implored her friend to see the reasoning.

Penny shook her head as she pulled the car into the parking lot, deciding to park it next to the infamous van, which earned her a pointed look from her short-haired passenger.

They made their way inside the building, elbowing through the congregation of students. Penny got to her locker and put in the combination, gathering her textbooks that she would need for the mornings classes.

“What’s that up there?” Robin asked behind her, having already grabbed her books.

“What? Oh.” Looking up at the top shelf of her locker she noticed something new, pulling it down carefully. A Kit Kat and a cassette tied together with a twine looking string, with a list of songs and bearing a note that said,

For our #1 fan

- E

Penny’s breath caught in her chest and, wide-eyed, she looked at Robin, who was looking back at her with the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Still think he’s not into you?” Robin asked, with a smirk.

“Robiiiin, I don’t know.” Penny’s face flushed. Could Eddie like her?

“Well it’s your lucky day. I have band practice at lunch so you’ll have plenty of time to figure it out.” Penny tucked the cassette and Kit Kat safely back in her locker along with her lunchbox. Closing her locker and bag, she and Robin started to walk down the hallway together having a little bit of time to meander to class as the bell hadn’t rung yet.

She stopped short in her tracks causing Robin to stop as well, though slightly more clumsily.

“HEY!” She shouted face turning bright red with rage.

Suddenly she turned, grabbing someone aggressively and shoving them against a locker. She held him against the wall gripping his shirt in her fists.

“You like fucking with kids, Hargrove? You like almost running over fucking middle schoolers, HUH?! I swear if I ever hear anything about you messing with my kids again, that pretty face of yours will get a downgrade. So it’ll match your heart. Try it again, I fucking dare you.” She could feel eyes on her but she didn’t give a damn. Nobody messes with her kids.

“Oh my god Penny!!” Robin's voice rang out, sounding a million miles away from Penny.

“Castillo, get your hands off me.” Billy looked her dead in the eye, anger coursing through him.

“You leave those kids alone, your sister included. Am I clear?” Penny looked lethal. Billy rolled his eyes at her petulantly.

“I SAID AM I FUCKING CLEAR?!” She snarled at him, eyes wild, pushing him harder into the lockers.

“Crystal.” Billy said, calmly, with a subtle ferality interweaving his tone.

Penny pulled him by his shirt closer to her. “Good.” She said in his face as she abruptly let go of him, causing him to lose his balance, stumbling back into the metal doors. “Come on Robin.” She said, turning away from the degenerate.

“SHOWS OVER PEOPLE. KEEP IT MOVING!” Penny shouted to the hallway of onlookers, the sound of the school bell clanging set the crowd into motion. A pair of big brown eyes found hers, the face they belonged to offering her an astounded smile and a two finger salute. She sent him a sly smile as he trudged in the opposite direction.

“Penny. What the hell just happened?” Robin asked her, surprise dancing across her face.

“He fucked with my kids. And he’s not gonna do it again.” Penny replied simply as they made their way to their first class of the day, one of the only ones they actually had together.

The morning classes passed by quicker than usual, before she knew it the bell for lunch was ringing. Penny went to her locker to get her lunch box, grabbing the Kit Kat that Eddie had left for her, she headed to the cafeteria.

She made her way over to the hellfire table, taking her now permanent place next to Eddie. She looked at him with a thankful smile as she held up the Kit Kat.

“Did you get to listen to the tape?” Eddie whispered near her ear, sending a bolt of shivers down her spine.

“Uhh no not yet I haven’t gone to my car since this morning, but thank you,” she whispered back, an earnest smile gracing her features.

“Yeah it’s no problem, sweetheart. I figured you’d have a Walkman or something, though.” Eddie was surprised, with how much Penny loved music he’d figured she’d have one.

“Oh I did but it broke.” She wasn’t going to mention exactly how it broke. Its demise had been last year at the Byers house, stepped on by a demogorgon.

She unwrapped her Kit Kat and began eating it, first biting the chocolate off the ends and the sides, then separating each wafer and eating them individually.

“What are you doing?” Eddie looked at her, eyes squinting in confusion.

“What? I’m eating my Kit Kat.” She defended. She knew it was a weird way to eat anything, let alone Kit Kats, but that’s how her dad ate them and he swore they tasted better that way. She had to agree.

“Sweetheart, with all due respect, what the fuck?” Eddie giggled.

“They taste better this way,” Penny pouted, her eyes as big as saucers.

“Whatever you say, doll.” The pet names never lose their effect on the butterflies in Penny’s stomach, fluttering their way up to her heart.

“Try before you deny, Eds.” She continued in her peculiar endeavor, Eddie rolling his eyes at her playfully.

“So you uhh thinking of trying out for WWE after high school, tough girl?” Eddie looked at her, amusement in his eyes, as he referenced her confrontation with Billy that had happened earlier. The butterflies Penny felt still hadn’t ceased, her stomach flipping incessantly.

“I was thinking about it. I could use some practice though. Think you could take me ….. big boy?” Penny asked in a sultry tone, as she fluttered her eyelashes at him. Eddie froze, on the spot. Feeling heat creep up his neck and his jeans becoming impossibly tight.

“Yeah. Aha I- uhm. Oh, shit. You know I totally forgot I have to meet a customer,” he paused looking at his watch, “right now actually. I’ll see you guys later.”

He threw his seat back and practically ran out of the cafeteria towards the exit door, muttering expletives under his breath the entire time. He ran across the parking lot to his van, opening the door and putting on some music before he climbed into the back to take care of his current dilemma.

Meanwhile back at the lunch table, the remaining members of Corroded Coffin were uproarious.

“What the hell?” Grant asked, cackling. Penny looked at the boys that lined the lunch table.

They each met her eyes with a large smirk on their faces.

“What?” She asked them, eyes wide.

“What the hell kind of spell did you cast on him, Castillo?” Jeff asked her.

“What do you mean?” Penny asked, feigning innocence.

“We mean that, we know how you feel. About him. Just because he’s an idiot and can’t see it doesn’t mean we are too!” Gareth told her, voice low so no one at any of the surrounding tables could hear him.

Penny’s stomach dropped and her breathing picked up noticeably.

“Hey hey. I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. I promise. Just uh. Just try going for it, Penny.” Gareth said, trying to gently nudge her in the right direction. He knew Eddie had no clue how Penny felt about him, and that Penny was just as clueless about the dungeon master’s feelings for her. That didn’t assuage the panic she felt at their friends, Eddie’s band mates, knowing about her feelings.

The signal for the end of lunch rang out and Penny gathered her belongings. Deciding to cut class for the rest of the day, she ran to her locker, grabbed the tape and jogged outside to her car. She got in and started the car, examining the new mixtape titled Coffin Setlist 9/25/1984. She noticed underneath it in a different ink was written Our #1 Fan’s First Official CC Show with a heart drawn next to it. Smiling to herself she popped in the tape, listening to it with the volume low so as not to draw attention to herself. She got through the first song Holy Diver and the next song started just after. She recognized the voice singing immediately, it was Eddie’s voice. She’d remembered that first show, they’d done a metal cover of Holding Out for a Hero. He must’ve recorded one of their gigs and put the song on the mixtape. It was about to switch over to the next song when she heard a sound coming from the van next to her. She turned down the volume even more and listened.

“Fuck.” Eddie’s voice was muffled but she was sure it was him.

She got out of the car to knock on the side of the van.

“Eddie?” She jumped back when she heard a loud thud come from inside the van right where she was standing.

She knocked a little harder on the side.

“Eds, are you okay?” She asked, worry evident in her tone.

“Pen? Uh yeah just give me a sec!” Eddie’s voice rang out again, muffled and sounding a bit strained.

“Okay it just sounded like you got hurt or-,” she put her ear to the side of the vain just in time to be cut off by a guttural moan coming from the cabin of the van.

“OH. Oh god. I’m so sorry. I’ll leave you two alone. I- I’m going.” She hastily got back in her car, tears pricking her eyes. She pulled out of her parking spot and tore out.

Eddie clambered out of the back of the van, and saw her tail lights leaving the school grounds.

“Fuck. FUCK!” He slammed the back door to his van and went back into the school. He scrambled to his locker, grabbing his metal box and ran back out to his van.

“Shit shit shit. Where would she go?” He asked himself.

He got in the van and pulled out of the lot, driving to Penny’s house.

Pulling into the driveway, he got out and started knocking on the door like a man crazed.

The door swung open revealing an unhappy Carolyn Castillo.

“Oh Uhh hi, Mrs. Castillo right? I was looking for Pen. She ummm-“ he paused not knowing how to tell her mother that she’d left school.

“Penny should be at school Mr-?” Lynn looked the stranger at her door up and down.

“Oh um Munson. Eddie. Munson.” With a gulp, Eddie offered his hand to Lynn to shake.

She shook his hand with a wary smile.

“Well, Eddie, Penny should be at school. You’d have better luck finding her there.” She moved to close the door. Eddie put his hand on the door to stop it from shutting.

“NO, shit. Sorry, I think I may have upset her. Or something else did. I don’t know. She left in a hurry and I don’t want to get her in trouble with you at all. I just. Ughhh I really like your daughter, Mrs. Castillo. And if I’m the one that upset her then I NEED to make it right. I- I can’t have her upset with me because she’s the only person in this stupid town that makes me feel like living here is worth it. Like, I’m worth it. I’m sorry. I know you don’t know me. But she’s my best friend. And I just need to find her. Do you know where she could’ve gone?”

Lynn opened the door fully mid way through his speech. Her mouth hung open in shock trying to process everything.

“You can call me Lynn. And I’m really sorry I don’t know where she could’ve gone, Eddie. I can let her know you stopped by and I can try to get her to talk to you but ever since her dad she’s been really closed off about everything.” Eddie’s face fell as he felt his heart drop, yet a sliver of hope remained. He knew she was close with her mom and hopefully Lynn would be able to help him fix whatever was wrong.

“Yes, please let her know I was here and that I really need to talk to her.”

“I’ll see what I can do. I do really have to get going for work though. But I like you so let me let you in on a little secret. She likes gestures. Not like big grand gestures. Or flowers. Something that means something. Okay?” After bidding their goodbyes, the door shut, leaving Eddie deep in thought as he walked back to his van.

Inside the house, Lynn walked upstairs to her daughter’s room.

“So that was your friend, Eddie, at the door quite literally begging me to tell him where you might be so he could fix it?” Lynn began. Penny looked at her, eyes wide and rimmed red from the tears she’d been crying.

“I know I said you’re not allowed to date but if you wanted to date him I’d allow it. I like him.”

Penny spluttered, mouth agape.

“Mami, we’re just friends. And besides, he definitely doesn’t like me like that.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Mija.” With a pointed look, she turned and left her daughter to ruminate over her words.

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And there’s chapter 6. I hope you enjoyed it!!

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