#this stupid fucking virus i swear
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Started taking my cortison inhaler again after three years of not needing it at all (uhm mayyybe I haven’t exchanged the cartridge since then either but also it’s been a long weekend and the only problem that is likely to arise is that the effect is diminished and yes I know it’s still unhygienic I’ll buy a new cartridge tomorrow), in an attempt to get my Status After Covid dry cough attacks under control. (Had one. long. coughing fit. for an entire hour the other night and couldn’t sleep and it was awful.) Read that this is how it’s generally attempted to get these aftereffects to go away and since I had mine laying around... You get the gist.
Forgot that I get itchy skin and sliiight blotches on my arms and face from that thing. It’s listed as RARE under side effects. ;_;
Itchy.
#look i need to be functional again on wednesday at the latest#if i start having coughing fits at work it'll be a problem#i'm so stressed out#also it's plain annoying and exhausting and also a bother to be coughing so much and so loudly#i hope the inhaler helps#it helped before with hypersensitive airways which eventually led to actual dyspnoe after staying in a dusty environment for too long#so i hope it'll support my lungs in calming down after covid again#it's stupid i had SUCH a light viral load but such a bad cough and now the coughing won't go#this stupid fucking virus i swear#and i had a 'mild' case too#less than a week of coughing and like three days of the only thing i was capable of tasting being barbecue sauce then that was it#but the cough is staying#meh#also itchyyyyy#scratch scratch scratch
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soooo...
#basically#i got cockblocked majorly cuz of this stupid flu that's doing the rounds#my london fling literally called me on new years eve to set up a date since he was flying back that very morning but then 💔💔💔💔#we both fell ill#he couldn't even make it for my bday#i'm so fucking pissed y'all ngl this frustrated the hell out of me and ruined my whole trip ultimately#not to mention i relapsed after my bday for which i was thankfully feeling better#but i've been home 3 days and it's still going strong this virus is smth else i swear ☠️
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i have fucking covid again :) so glad that covid was dealt w in the past and that the only ppl that need to worry about it are disabled ppl :) so glad that someone as young and healthy as me doesnt have to worry for more than a few days :)
#im not doing as bad as i was last time but i have fears!#currently high risk for aspirating rn :D#but surely someone as young and spry as me can get thru pneumonia no problem :)#i wanna rip the world into pieces like eagles tear apart their meals into fleshy strips and eat every piece whole#i want to pierce my talons into the face of the every asshole whos responsible to letting this deadly illness to continue to fester w/o car#i want to make every one of them feel the pain i and millions of others feel all at once and forever#i swear that if i fall back after all of this fucking progress i had to fight for bc fucking stupid poisoned america treats this virus like#like its just decongestion#im so fucking powerless even when i make daily fucking messages and whatnot to my government and try to explain to detached xtians why#why fucking genocide is evil and that kids need to be able to learn w their peers and have books#and that queer ppl fucking deserve to have fucking rights#and fucking all of it and everyday all i receive are fucking brick walls to the face#yes rachel i actually deeply care about not letting my snotty hand touch bc if i have fucking covid and u dont i dont want u to get fucking#covid AGAIN bc i like to make decisions that dont negatively impact someones health!!!!!!!#okay im done. not done being angry. but done ranting. for now.#WEAR UFKCING MASKS ISTG
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I'm so done with this virus.
It's the forth time I get COVID. I have all the vaccines, use the mask, and other cleaning stuff and yet I get sick.
My mind melt every time, I am losing my ears, I can barely breath and is winter and don't have money.
What am I supposed to do tomorrow, go to the market and buy food?!? (because the fridge is empty)
In this hell hole of country is very expensive the food apps. I'm tired, sick, depressed, and hungry.
#coronavirus#covid positive#COVID#done#sick as fuck#stupid virus I swear#we are reaching three years now since this nightmare begins
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thinking about mafia!soap ):
he's been working all day kooked-up with his computer as he types away on a project for Price. some trojan horse virus that he wants to slip into some politicians computer, something that should be simple and easy for a man of his talents, and yet he finds himself struggling anyway.
the only thing that gets him through his long day is you. you've been working a long and grueling shift and sending him texts about it whenever you have the chance to. the man could listen to you ramble all day, even through his phone. it's no surprise that you get off of work before him as you were lucky enough to work the day shift, and your constant texts begging him to come home has him tempted to toss his work aside and worry about it the next day. but that's something he can't afford.
You: babyyyyyyy come homeeeeeee
Johnny <3: can't come home quite yet, babe.
You: but i miss you ):
Johnny <3: i know, but you've gotta be patient. i'll be home as soon as i'm done here
silence. complete and utter radio silence. it's gotten to the point where Soap is checking his phone every few minutes or so just to see if he's missed a message, and yet there's nothing. worried he's upset you by his simple text, he sends you another one, one that doesn't give him a response either. it eats at his mind for a good thirty minutes. there's the code in front of him, the countless lines and lines of it, and then there's his stupid fucking phone that wont buzz as much no matter how much he'd like it to.
until it does. and not in a simple text, but a call with your name and picture popping up on his screen. immediately he answers it and raises the phone to his ear, and he prays he hasn't upset you by staying late at work again.
"babe, everything alr-"
"johnny..."
you all but moan his name, and it sounds so temptingly sweet rolling off of your tongue like it always does. but there's something more to it than that. no, he can hear your breathy sighs and that needy strain in your tone. he swears that if he focuses hard enough, there's more than just microphone static vibrating through the speaker.
"i'm trying to be patient but i... fuck, i miss you so much baby. tell me you'll be home soon?" you ask breathlessly.
as you speak, Soap imagines the show you're putting on. bare naked, sprawled out on his side of the bed to breathe in the scent of him while you touch yourself. he can hear the faint buzzing of your vibrator teasing away at your clit, touching you in all the ways that he should be touching you right now. and maybe you're trying to stuff your fingers inside of your aching cunt where his cock should be, where he should be. at home, in bed with you, fucking you into the mattress until you've both forgotten your shitty days at work.
"i'm headed home right now, doll."
his work can wait until tomorrow. he's got more important matters to tend to.
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☼my cure - newt
[newt x reader]
synopsis - newt survives because my heart needed to be healed
warning! swearing, mention of newts accident, blood and knife use
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"You."
I could feel heavy blood running through my veins. This didn't feel like me, I felt… different. Loud thoughts clouded me like thick fog. I could feel my mind slipping away.
"Newt..?" Y/n's voice made me shiver. I had no control anymore, it took everything in me to not lunge at her. I never wanted to hurt her, I never did, but this wasn't me. I was something else, something uncontrollable.
"You're the cure. It's in your blood."
"Newt, what are you-?" I lost it.
I tackled her and her head slammed into the ground. Stop it! Stop hurting her! I knew what I was doing but I couldn't stop it. The virus took control and it knew she had the cure. It was like I was watching a horrible movie through my eyes, one where I hurt the love of my life.
She was the one good thing the creators ever sent up. I saw my fair share of slinthead greenies, but Y/n was something different. I was scared, and alone, until she came up. She was always there with me, even when I was stupid enough to try and take my own life by jumping off the Maze walls.
"newt," she tried to huff through my hands gripping her throat. That's when I realized there was a knife in my hand. I already knew what the virus was planning to do.
I fought with everything I could but I wasn't strong enough. I needed to take control, I needed to take control and get through to Y/n. It felt like I was ripping through my own mind as I pushed, and I pushed. I knew I was there, I could feel-
-
"Well hello, greenie." I greeted a very timid girl, huddled in the corner of the Box. "What the fuck is a greenie?" She shot back. That received a lot of laughs and snickers from the other guys. We only had a handful of people in the glade so far, a greenie monthly and we only had about seven, now eight. "Where am I?"
"Welcome to the glade, greenie! I'm Newt, and up there is the first in command, Nick. And second in command, Alby." The two boys waved from the top as she stood on a box and looked out. "What the hell are those walls?" She asked, lifting herself out. "Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?"
"Slow down, greenie. I know you have a lot of questions, but we only have limited answers. Your name should come back to you in a little wh-"
"Y/n."
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"y/n," I whimpered out.
"It's me, Newt." She whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I'm right here." She cupped her face around my cheeks. I knew I didn't have enough time, I needed to get my point out now.
"Kill me."
"What..?"
I shoved the knife into her hands. "Kill me now!" I yelled. She flinched, the knife clutched in her shaky hands. "If you've ever loved me you'll kill me now, Y/n. You'll kill me before I turn into one of them." Tears ran down her cheeks as she sobbed. "Of course I fucking love you, Newt! I have since the glade. You're my everything.“ My tears mixed with the rain as I coughed up a heavy amount of blood. I was losing it, she needed to do it now.
"I love you so much, Y/n. That's why I need you to kill me, now. PLEASE FUCKING KILL ME."
Something snapped. The virus took over and I lost control as I jumped on her and tried to take the knife. Stumbling back on to the floor, we wrestled with the knife. The virus was trying to kill her for her blood, but I needed her to be alive. She had so much life left to live.
She screamed out in pain, the knife had gashed her in her stomach. It took everything she had to flip herself over on top, still crying out in agony. Her wound bled out everywhere as I fought for control of the knife, I kicked and screamed, grabbing the knife and her hands trying to desperately flip it around on her.
…
Suddenly the world came to a standstill. She did it, she plunged the knife into my chest. I fell back onto the ground behind me as Thomas and Minho came running over, grabbing her as she desperately kicked and punched. The last thing I heard was her screaming my name.
"I love you."
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"Hey, can we talk?" I walked over to Y/n, my long time best friend. It took me a lot of courage to walk over to her, I didn't know how she was going to take this considering she's probably the most sporadic, unpredictable person I know.
But she's brave when I'm scared, she's hot-headed when I'm calm and maybe that's what I love about her. She's everything that keeps me even and she means everything to me. Today's the day I decided I'll tell her how I feel.
"Of course! Have a seat." She said, patting the ground next to her. I sat down and plopped back on the thick tree stump with a heavy exhale. "You alrighty, Newtie?“ You asked with a laugh. God, he thought you were beautiful. Everything from your laugh tho your hair, to how you yelled at the boys to keep then in line. It was like you kept the whole glade together.
"I wanted to tell you something, something I've had on my mind for a while." She turned and looked at me questioningly. "I've felt something more towards you, like there was something else I felt towards you other than friendship. I value you more than anyone in this glade but I also deeply admire you. Your beauty, how you're so eager to help out, how you always compliment Fry's mediocre cooking without fail." She let out a laugh as her cheeks flushed. "Are you trying to say you like me?"
I stumbled trying to find the right words when I suppose a yes would have done fine. She leaned in and brushed her hand across my cheek before her lips met mine. I completely froze, and she pulled away when she realized I wasn't kissing back.
"I'm so sorry, I thou-"
I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck and pulled her in for another kiss, this time deeper, more meaningful.
-
"Wake up!" A tall, big man in full armor shouted at me over the loud horn of a..
boat?
"Where the bloody hell am I?" I said, trying to sit up and immediately doubling over from the pain in my chest. "What the-?"
"Man, your lucky we got there when we did, you were bleeding out like crazy, can't believe that knife missed your heart." Oh no. Oh no no no no. I can't be here, I need to leave before-
I lifted up my shirtsleeve to find nothing on my arm, no virus in my veins. How is this even possible?
The events of that day flooded back to me, that one line repeating over and over again.
"You're the cure. It's in your blood."
During the fight her blood entered my bloodstream, the blood that would cure me. It's because of her, the girl I begged to kill me that night was the reason I'm still standing.
"Welcome to Paradise." I looked over from the edge of the boat to see a beautiful island. Sure it wasn't much, but there was people everywhere, some laughing and dancing, some getting food, and some making a bonfire. I prayed that Y/n had made it here, if anything she deserved to be here and not me.
"Do you know if a Y/n got here?" He thought about it for a moment. "Nah man, sorry. I don't know much about the people here. But what I do know, is that you're very lucky to be here. We found you half cranked out in the middle of the city, so if it wasn't for my crew I would have left your sorry ass."
The boat docked and the first thing on my mind was to find Y/n. If there was one thing I knew, it was that I desperately needed a shower. My tour guide took me to a disinfectant room, he gave me a change and I showered, probably the best treatment I've had in a very long time.
The sun never really showed since I got here, the island in a constant gray haze. I got led around to get a feel for the island, but everything felt unfamiliar, from the island down to the people. I passed dozens of faces, each either looked at me like there was sometimes wrong with me, or glanced and moved on. I prayed to see a familiar face. I prayed to see her face.
"Newt?"
I whipped my head around.
"Y/n?" My heart dropped. The memories from that night flooded in. Her tear covered face flashed my memory as she plunged that knife into my chest. How could she ever forgive me for what I did to her that night? I took a step forward and she staggered back.
"Is it really you?" Her voice was small, tears started filling her eyes. I nodded, tears filling my own as she ran into my arms. "I can't believe it's you!" She sobbed into my chest, being careful to avoid my injury. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. "How is this even possible?" She sniffled.
"You, love. You were my cure."
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hope you enjoyed my first newt fic! little angsty but it all works out
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Crossed Swords [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader]
Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection
A Link to my Masterlist is HERE
Summary: (9) You overhear something unwelcome. Mischief ensues.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. "Friends" w/ benefits. Graphic descriptions of Loki in fencing pants. Language. Mild violence. (w/c 4.2k)
You didn’t know what had possessed you to knock on Loki’s door.
It had been over a week since Scotland, and visions of that night had consumed your mind like a virus. It was all you could think about, and you needed to see him. Alone.
You squeezed the clan pin from his tartan sash that had somehow ended up in your possession into a fist as the other rapped the wood three times.
The sharp edges stung into the soft base of your palm as you heard footsteps approaching.
I’m here to return it before the tactics meeting. I’m here to return it, that’s all. It’s not weird. It’s normal, totally nor-
“Don’t.” Loki’s deep voice had suddenly commanded through the wood. “Come back to the bed.”
The footsteps paused before retreating.
Your stomach clenched, chest tightening while dread rolled up your body like a wave. Without thinking, you pressed your ear to the door.
Loki moaned. A low, guttural sound you’d only heard when he was nine inches deep.
You frowned, blood thumping in your chest. This was not an unexpected scenario, but hearing it first-hand smarted like vinegar. You took a step back and frowned at the sealed door, rage bubbling in your belly.
He’s so fucking full of it, you thought furiously; instantly chastising yourself for being annoyed at all. Jealous. You’re fucking jealous...you fucking idiot.
You squeezed the brooch a final time before throwing it harshly at the door. Shit.
It hit the centre with a loud thud. Shitshit, Why did I do that?!
Swearing under your breath you made a hasty retreat down the corridor, a plan forming as you made your way back to your room. There was just enough time before the tactics meeting.
And you had a tactic of your own to deploy.
“Righto guys n’ gals, time for a few home truths.” Steve clapped his hands together, resting them under his chin as he stood at the head of the table.
He’s the only one more annoying than Loki, you thought; letting your eyes flicker from your notepad to the pristine god sitting directly across the table.
Loki found your covert gaze, immediately shooting you an almost imperceptible wink. Nope, still Loki; you decided, returning his presumptive gesture with a roll of your eyes.
Thor sat beside him, the blonde’s hoodie making him look even bulkier beside his lean, perfectly toned brother radiating arrogance in his stupid tight t-shirt.
Thor was staring again.
You saw his chin dip lower, the swirling blue of his eyes darkening as he gave you that look. His lustful glare had become all too common around the Tower since the red dress incident. And it told you that you tactics were about to play out perfectly.
Fingers pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, being careful to keep looking at the Captain as you tilted your body towards the head of the table. The fingers brushed down your neck, stopping to lightly massage the dent of your collarbone before falling and undoing one innocent button just above your heart.
“All this technology is nice and dandy, but if an enemy intercepts our comms; we’re jimmied. Kaplunkered, folks…unless you have the inbuilt qualities, of course.” Steve said.
Your fingertips brushed back to your shoulder, digging deeper into the bare flesh and letting your dark chiffon blouse slip down. The fingers caught on a twinge. You frowned, closing your eyes with lips parted in a calculated silent sigh of pleasure.
“...so we need to make more of an effort to ensure our bop em’, sock em’ techniques are up to scratch. The ol' S&M. Swords and muscles, folks.”
The feeling of Loki’s gaze lingering on you touching yourself was palpable.
His analysing stare sifting over your body was something you had become as accustomed to recognising as the waft of burnt toast. You let a smile twitch the edges of your mouth, opening your eyes to concentrate on Steve once again.
“Later this afternoon we’ll run a group session, and we can make sure we’re all where we need to be.”
You gave your shoulder a final squeeze, letting an expression that was entirely too sexual flash across your features. A low whimper erupted from Thor’s direction.
“Asgardians?” Steve huffed in exasperation, making you turn to face the accused with innocent interest. “This applies to you, too.”
Thor snapped to attention, babbling incoherently as his cheeks flushed. Loki’s eyes narrowed towards you, before he too looked toward Rogers with a nod. Cool as a New York winter morning.
“I concur that the team skillset is somewhat lacking in the close combat department, Rogers. Particularly where blades are concerned.” he said with an air of haughtiness only he could muster. “I would be happy to whip them, into shape.”
Whip.
The word was onomatopoeic on his tongue. A soft beginning climaxing in a sharp crack which lingered on his lips.
His hands lay clasped in front of him on the table, the long lines of his torso perfectly straight through impeccable posture. Those dark waves were tied back in a loose bun, strands hanging against his carved cheekbones.
“Excellent.” Steve clapped his hands together again. “Everyone in the training hall in one hour under 'Master of Blades' Laufeyson, then.” he quipped.
I wonder if he had it loose while he was fucking her, you thought; an intrusive mental image making you fight the urge to squirm in your seat. Memories of his wild locks trailing your body filled your mind, how you’d always tug it roughly as he took his pleasure like an animal in heat. Did she do the same?
You imagined Loki padding naked and sated across his rooms, casually scraping his luxurious hair still sex-damp up into the messy bun while manifesting the simple black t-shirt and chinos he was wearing. His rooms, you thought with a twinge. He’s never taken me to his rooms.
Wetness slid between your thighs as you shuffled, feeling your jaw clench. Loki smirked, as Steve’s voice prattled in the background.
You imagined how you would do things differently if he had his hair tied up like that while you fucked him. How your mouth would suck and bruise all along the uninterrupted landscape of pure masculine eroticism he called a jawline. From his chin to his earlobe. God, you wanted to fucking bite him. Hard. Like the bruise he had become accustomed to leaving on the curve of your shoulder. A gift. A remembrance. His mark.
You suddenly wondered if anyone else around this table wore that mark.
There were mumbles of disapproval at the idea of Loki as a teacher while seats scraped back on the floor. You lifted your bag onto the surface, nudging a pen which rolled to the middle of the table.
“Oops.” you muttered coyly, sliding the bag purposefully to the side.
You leant forward, lowering your chest and giving both brothers a view down the neckline of your blouse. Thor’s jaw slackened, seeing the lacey lingerie cupping your breasts.
“See you in an hour, boys.” you murmured innocently, beginning to slide the pen towards you. Thor’s glazed stare travelled from your cleavage to your face and back to your chest. The lace was a bright, rich red.
Loki’s gaze rose from the salacious view down your top to your eyes. The icy set of his features made your nipples harden. A low growl rumbled in the blonde’s throat as you straightened, not looking back as you casually exited the room with a smirk.
“Don’t even think about it, brother.” Loki snarled under his breath, feeling Thor’s biceps vibrate against his shoulder with covert mirth.
“Oh brother…” the blonde growled, watching the curve of your ass as you disappeared out of sight. “I fear it is far too late for that.”
The Tower weapons training facility was on the thirty-second floor, but it may as well have been in the basement. There was no natural light, just overhead runners that made it feel like you could be anywhere.
You and Nat pushed the swing doors open in sync, letting them fly wide as the waiting group turned expectantly.
You’d changed. A black sports bra underneath a loose racer-back top with high-waisted leggings completing the uniform. You smiled to yourself at the knowledge that the matching lace underpants to the red bra were safely concealed. Ready to be deployed if needed. When needed.
“Nice of you to join us at last.” Loki sneered, projecting his voice as he ran his gaze appraisingly over you both.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Laufeyson” Nat shrugged, stretching her bicep over her chest. “Not everyone walks around in baggy sweatpants all damn day.”
She threw Scott a knowing look. His eyes widened at the unexpected barb, pulling out the sides of his sweatpants with a pout before looking to Sam for support. Sam shook his head silently.
Loki ignored her, striding forward from the head of the hall towards the group.
“A 'Master of Blades." Loki announced theatrically as the mutters grew silent. "While the Captain may have noted this in childish jest, I can assure you it is no mere flippantry. Across these nine realms, my skills with steel are legendary...and it is your privilege to learn from me today.”
“Is your boyfriend on his period or something?” Nat whispered, making you cover your mouth to suppress a laugh.
“He’s not my boyfriend. God forbid.” you hissed, regaining your composure. “He gets off of this sort of stuff. Lording it over people. He’s a dick.”
“Sometimes all they need to be is a dick.” Nat said solemnly, making you press a finger to your mouth to stifle another giggle. She smirked, pressing her lips together. Loki threw you both a scowl.
You had been trying not to look at him, knowing that as soon as you did the familiar fizz between your legs would rise; but it was too late.
His hair was still in that goddam messy bun, strands falling in thin curls around his jawline. The overhead lighting accentuated every shadow cast by his cheekbones, that fair skin utterly luminous.
He wore a tight charcoal gym top that suddenly reminded you of the wetsuit. That fucking wetsuit, you thought; clenching at the memory of it peeling down his chiselled abs. The spandex clung to every curve of his muscles, his biceps perfectly encased beneath the fabric. Only his forearms were visible, the sight of thick veins running beneath his pale skin making saliva well under your tongue.
Pristine white straps ran down his chest from over his shoulders, part of a high waisted swordfighting ensemble tight around his midriff. The material ran straight down his hips, snug to the crotch by design. They fell just above the knee, a pair of tight black socks tucked beneath the hem. Perfectly fitted, naturally.
How does he look so fucking good in everything, you thought wistfully; watching the flex of his thigh muscles through the white cotton as he stalked towards you.
The straps hugged his chest, bound tight. The mental image of riding them down his bare shoulders while you mounted him filled your mind; feeling his cock straining up between your thighs. The material creased at his hips, accentuating the bulge of his obscene manhood with every stride.
He stopped, his face inches from yours. “Thank you for returning my relic.” he stated formally, hands clasped behind his back.
You grimaced, regretting letting your irritation boil over with your earlier theatrics. “That’s fine. Shall we?”
Loki frowned at your brevity, searching your face before taking his place in the centre of the semi-circle.
In a flash of green, a steel blade appeared in his grip. Dulled, of course. He twirled the twenty-four inches of metal fluidly, enjoying the reluctantly impressed faces of the team gathered. Scott ooo’ed. Sam elbowed him in the ribs.
Loki held the sword in front of his face, hands clasped around the hilt; splitting the symmetrical perfection in two. Only one side was smiling.
“My first wisdom about the sword” he enunciated regally, “is that it’s power comes from the force of your core.” He looked at you as he said it, sending chills shuddering through the base of your leggings.
“The blade is an extension of your body. You direct it. Master it. You do not follow it.” He began to pace, swinging the sword theatrically. Each slice made a cutting whir through the air.
“Every strike, every thrust, every stab should be calculated. Each offensive move or defensive counter-strike a graceful, fluid motion. Your impulses must be tamed, so that you are always in control. Dominating, like one would handle a submissive lover.”
“God, even his tutorials are sexualised.” you whispered bitterly to Nat. She offered a weak eye-roll.
“What was that, Agent?” Loki snapped, his stoic demeanour holding as he rested the blade against his shoulder.
You sighed, feeling your adrenaline rise at his confrontation. God, you thought. Imagine him wearing those fucking fencing pants shirtless- “I said, even your tutorials are sexualised. Is that really necessary?”
Loki let out a low chuckle, weaving the handle of the blade expertly as he stalked closer.
“It is not a question of what is necessary” he hummed, running one long digit along the blade horizontal to his midriff. His eyes followed the finger, until it rested on the dulled tip. “At their basest level, all realms share two passions which are impossible to extinguish. Violence, and...sex.”
His long lashes fluttered upwards, making your breath hitch.
“Mastering the art of the blade is inextricable with mastering the art of sex, Agent. One cannot be achieved without the other. At least, not in a manner which will cause any significant lasting impression.”
Nat snorted beside you.
“And you’ve mastered these arts have you?” you sneered, folding your arms.
“You know I have, Agent.” he purred darkly, making your cheeks heat as every gaze fell on you. “But since you seem resistant to my methods of tutelage, let’s have a demonstration shall we?”
You shrugged, ignoring the churning of your stomach and extending your hand in expectation.
Loki nodded towards the wall, where twelve immaculately positioned short-swords had appeared resting vertically. You pursed your lips, placidly making your way over and picking one up. You swivelled the blade in your grip, feeling the weight.
A pin drop would have echoed.
The onlookers stepped back as Loki stalked towards you like a panther on the hunt. A fencing mask appeared in his hand, swinging casually before he threw it to you. You grunted, tossing it to the side before raising your sword. Pretentious Asshole.
The straps over his shoulders strained with every calculated, heavy breath; the ropes of thick muscle shifting as he perfected his stance.
Suddenly, Loki lunged.
A clang of steel resounded around the hall as your blade met his, blocking in a high X that spliced his sharpened features in two.
He pushed forwards, making you stumble as you desperately tried to hold your ground. His chin was lowered, smouldering eyes burning into yours as the muscle of his forearm bulged in thick lines.
“Defend yourself.” he growled, scraping his blade upwards and pivoting it with a flick of his wrist, immediately going for an underhand strike.
You retreated, countering again; steel singing as metal slid to his hilt. “Fuck you, Loki.” you hissed, bringing your free hand up in a fist. He flinched, raising a palm to catch it.
You kneed him in the ribs.
A low rumble of mirth rippled across the semi-circle around you both. Loki barely reacted. Barely. But it was just enough.
You leveraged the weight change, pushing his sword upward and ducking under his arm.
The dull tip of your blade met his jugular as you pushed his bicep down with all the force you could muster, edging on the pressure-point of that taut neck you knew he loved sucked. Bet he got it sucked this morning, you thought venomously; panting as a reluctant grin stretched across Loki’s lips.
You know he could kill you with one hand if he chose. With his obscenely large thumb, even. For now, it was a hollow victory to be sure. But you would take it.
“You found my weak spot, it seems.” he murmured quietly, a knowing smile tugging at his dimples; eyebrows slanted in mock-surrender.
“You’re easily distracted.” you panted, pushing away his bicep with a rough shove.
There was a ripple of tentative applause as Loki straightened and you made your way back to your spot. Nat nodded approvingly.
“As demonstrated by our colleague here, the force of the blade is not always in its length, sharpness or girth. It is the manner in which it is wielded. With the innate, fierce hostility toward any who would overpower you.” Loki’s chin tilted as he spoke, analysing the effect of his words on those watching. On you.
“She was not willing to let me overpower her.” he continued thoughtfully, fingering the edge of the blade. “If I was a mere man, I’d say she may even have succeeded.”
“Hey- she did succeed, asshole.” Nat interjected, offering a nudge of solidarity. Loki chuckled.
“Keep telling yourself that, Romanoff. A Master of Blades is not easily defeated by such a…” Loki's eyes ran down to your trainers and back to meet your narrowed eyes, tilting his head. “Let’s continue. Pairs. And I shall observe your efforts.”
Your nostrils flared, a deep growl simmering in your chest. You were vaguely aware of a tall shadow beginning to loom over you.
“My Lady, may I-”
“Yes.” you snapped, still glaring at Loki as he slid his sword gracefully into a leather back-holster he had manifested out of thin air.
You turned towards Thor, forcing a smile. “It would be my pleasure.”
The blonde god’s eyes followed the movement of your lips, before licking his own. “Wonderful.” he rumbled after a pause.
As you watched him join the others retrieving blades from the wall, your fingers found their way to the waistband of your leggings, folding them over.
Your eyes flickered back to Loki, swinging his blade fluidly in a series of joined twists and strikes that made your traitorous sex scream with wet, hot need.
The next hour was blessedly uneventful; a series of test formations observed by Master Laufeyson as he circled the group like a shark. The relentless clang of metal rang in your ears as Loki’s deep voice reverberated, his sultry commands making it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
“Inward cut to downward block, Lang. Upper cut to Alpha. Go harder.” Loki bellowed, the gravitas making a shudder roll down your spine. “Impress me.” he announced sanctimoniously, flicking the curling waves around his face back with a flourish.
The dark god left your vision as you side-stepped, waiting for your chance to strike his elder brother. You absent-mindedly twisted the bottom of your baggy t-shirt, balling it at your back and tucking it into the folded leggings. A flash of red lace was visible.
Inevitably, your gaze was drawn back to Loki. Standing there with his sword tucked in that ludicrously erotic back-holster. Straps. He’s all straps today; you thought, biting your lip.
That spandex top tucked into the fencing pants did nothing to hide the carved abdomen beneath it; the outline of his cock visible with every measured pace as he observed the team with haughty disdain.
The leather of the back-holster was completely out of place and yet...perfectly natural. Loki's triangular shoulders flexed as he paced in a wide circle, condescension at their efforts simmering beneath half-lidded eyes. How you yearned to hook your fingers beneath those leather straps as he fucked you senseless, pulling him tighter. Deeper. Hearing him hiss as the tight skin cut underneath his armpits-
“Shit.” you gasped, raising your hand just in time to block an attack from your blonde opponent.
Thor snarled, walking you backwards. His wandering eyes travelled down your body, widening as he noticed the flash of red lace rising over your hip like blood in the water.
His blade pushed closer to your face, pressing your forearm to your chest. The chill of the steel radiated against your skin as it hovered close to your cheek. “Tonight.” Thor murmured. “Your invitation. I accept.”
“My...invitation?” you gasped, as his sword lowered to your throat; your own forced past the point of no return.
Thor growled approvingly. “Never fear, I know of your unfortunate liaisons with my brother. It is not the first time a woman has sought the comfort of my mighty cock after being unfulfilled in his bed.”
“My-? I..ohgod.” Your sword clattered to the ground as Thor’s hand slid firmly around your waist, pulling your hips towards his. The dulled blade slid down your neck, resting on the curve of your cleavage. You curled your hand in a fist, ready to punch him right in the eye.
Suddenly Thor's blade was flicked away from your bosom, cast upwards from his meaty grip like a toothpick by another, larger length of metal. It hit the floor and bounced, rattling.
“Brother.” Loki snarled, his sword raised to Thor’s throat; eyes flashing with warning.
Gone was the short, more wieldy weapon; and in it’s place a longsword fit for battle. The dark god let his hardened gaze fall on you. “I credited you with more finesse, Agent.” he sneered. “Clearly I was mistaken.”
Thor released you, making sure his hand slid lightly over your ass as he did so. You grimaced. “If Ordinances of the Colours do not apply in this realm, brother...then neither does the Covenant of the First Seed.” he said pompously.
Loki snorted, tilted his chin to the ceiling with a mirthless chuckle before lowering it once again with renewed malice in his eyes. “Since when did you respect the Covenant of the First Seed, brother?” he spat. “In this realm or in any other.”
Thor shrugged. “I see not how it is my fault that you could not satisfy your lovers, Loki.”
With a flash of green, another mighty longsword appeared in Loki’s free hand. He flipped the handle effortlessly towards Thor, the implication clear. You suddenly realised that neither were dull blades.
Nordic runes were engraved along the shafts, thick grooves running through the centre to ornate golden handles which gleamed garishly under the overhead lights.
“Wait I-” you panted, before a hand wrapped around your forearm pulling you backwards.
“We can’t do anything, just stay out the way.” Nat muttered, confusion etched across her brow. “Is this about you?” she added quietly, her voice tinged with pride as she watched the scene unfold.
The brothers circled each other like feral wolves as the team shrank back warily against the wall. “I don’t know anymore.” you whispered, wondering what the hell you’d just done.
Both lunged at the same time, meeting in a clash of bared teeth and snarls and heavy steel. Thor pressed the blade towards Loki, bending him backwards before your lover kicked his brother’s feet from under him.
The blonde hit the ground with a harsh thud, immediately rising to the sound of Loki’s menacing laughter echoing around the high ceiling.
It was relentless. A series of nimble twists and strikes from the dark god outmanoeuvring his brother’s lumbering frame as metal struck and vibrated in the air. Strands of Loki’s hair flew wildly, sticking to his forehead as he wielded the weaponry like the master he was.
The abject fury on his face had given way to something softer. Mischief, you thought; watching every pop of his thick forearms as he struck repeatedly into Thor’s feeble defence.
His elongated thighs lunged with expert precision, the curves of his obscenely toned calves visible through the tight socks with every calculated thrust.
Thor was clearly more accustomed to using his fists, the blade forming no more than a rustic barrier to his brother’s rage. Loki dodged his clumsy attempts with ease as the blonde left a trail of destruction through the gym. A chorus of shock rippled among the onlookers with every crunch as Thor’s sword met the wall while Loki spun away - his growls of frustration growing louder.
You counted seven holes. Wait...make that eight.
Thor lumbered towards his brother, hair swinging as his jaw clenched. Loki smirked, pacing quickly towards him with sword raised before dodging at the last moment and spinning behind.
He pinned the edge of the sharp blade to his brother’s neck; a free arm fast around his chest as he rubbed the flat against a pulsating vein. Thor bellowed, his reddened face writhing as he struggled.
“Yield.” Loki announced loudly, his voice frighteningly calm.
“I will not.” Thor roared, twisting as Loki whispered something in his ear. You watched silently, eyes frantically scanning them as Thor’s brow furrowed in anguish. “Damn you, brother!” he shouted, as Loki released him with a final snarl of victory.
Your eyes ran covetously over Loki’s thighs in those tight pants as he swaggered backwards; suddenly realising you had been holding your breath.
“What the heck…” Steve’s whine pierced the air. “What is this?”
The group turned sheepishly towards him, as Loki moved the sword in a casual, flourishing figure of eight.
He raised his arm, sliding the Asgardian steel into the leather holster like a fucking tease. “My brother and I crossed swords, that is all.” he purred innocently, casting a glance towards his heavily breathing sibling still bubbling with silent fury.
“Oh is that right?” Steve huffed, putting his hands on his hips as he strutted forwards, observing the piles of plaster littering the gym from Thor’s clumsy combat techniques.
“Well you can clear up all this goshdarned mess.” he snipped, poking Loki in the chest. The god smirked, running a hand innocently through his hair.
“And don’t think about using magic to tidy the blade depository, Laufeyson. Last time it was an absolute tarnation of a scene in there. Sheaths and daggers and morning-glories all over the heckin’ shop. All out of order from the wallchart, I may add.. which is clearly displayed, thank-you-very-much.”
You bit your lip, stifling a giggle. The thought of Loki arranging the blade depositary by hand was laughable.
“Agent, you watch him.” Steve said, waving a hand towards you as he began to strut towards the door. “Make sure he behaves. I know I can count on you.”
You stood open mouthed as the team began to assemble a pile of swords on the floor in front of you, mumbling their condolences.
You sighed as Loki’s hard bicep brushed against your own. You didn't need to look at him to know that shit-eating grin would be stretched across his infuriatingly handsome face. The scent of heavy leather and tang of his fresh sweat radiating the heat between you made you feel light-headed.
“You heard the man, Agent.” he murmured, that velveteen voice sinking into the gusset of your surely ruined panties. “The question is...do you think you have what it takes to make me behave?”
There was a heavy pause.
“Inquiring minds wish to know...” he keened, his mirth palpable. “Shut up.” you snapped, as Loki chuckled.
“Little does Rogers know that it is you, Agent, who needs to be brought to heel.” he purred, tucking his thumbs under the straps of the fencing pants and running them purposefully downward.
He leant to the side when they met the base of the high waistband. His warm breath fanned your cheek; moist lips grazing your earlobe.
“And Agent…” he hummed. “I know just where to start.”
Continued in Crossed Swords: To The Hilt
Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection
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I swear to god, I will never not be angry that they killed Penny a second time. Not just because I love her, but from a writing standpoint as well.
It's set up soon after she returns that "Hey, her dad is running low on Aura, so if she dies, she can't be rebuilt again like last time."
she's given a virus that is trying to force her to open the vault and then self destruct.
ok, so, that's bad, if we let ger do that, she's dead. So, here's the plan, we make her a real girl, bam, there it is! We've successfully saved Penny! Now she's alive and not dying! woo!
now let's have Jaune stab her next episode.
.... WHAT?!
THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT!?
Literally all of the setup that went into it, proving time and time again, "You are more then a machine, Penny" introducing a threat that could permanently kill her if we don't do anything about it, hey, look, a solution! and then you killed her anyways?! Look, if you wanted Winter to have the Maiden powers, CRWBY, you could have just not given them to Penny, alright, there was no damn reason to kill her unceremoniously like that after we JUST saved her!
Killing a character is not something you can just willy nilly do when writing, because killing a character is also killing any and all stories that could have been told through that character. That's WHY the fake out death exists, to have your cake and eat it too, but nope, let's just say "fuck that"
and you just know whoever decided on killing Penny afterwards was deviously sitting at their desk rubbing their hands all like "Oh yes, this will make them upset, the fact I gave them hope, then dashed it all away!" yeah, it is upsetting, but not just because it's sad, because it's STUPID!
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Just found this going though my google drive 😭
Summary:
"A man who knows to pair rabbit with a Beaujolais." The stranger spoke
Ghost instantly tenses up. Acutely aware of the Scot's eyes watching him, studying him even.
"I know I don't seem like the type..."
"No, you do."
And the man smiled at him. It wasn't one of those fake smiles that somehow conveys “If I smile maybe he won’t hurt me.”
It was a real, genuine smile. This total stranger had managed to break down all the walls he desperately put up, with a simple smile. Simon Riley knew that he was absolutely and utterly fucked.
Oh look yet another Soapghost apocalypse fic shocked emoji
(No I didn’t start this in early January when I was also brain rotting on TLOU that’s insanneeeeee)
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September 18th, 2003
“A virus. Researchers are saying it’s due to cordyceps. A fungus that attacks the brain. Makes the victims lose every part of themselves. It’s fucked up man…”
Ghost closes his laptop and rubs his eyes.
He tries not to panic. This will all blow over in a few weeks. Something like that isn’t fucking possible. It’s just the media exaggerating a story from some small town in the Middle East. He’s protected here. The closest town is 80 kilometers. His property is surrounded by an electric fence. Hell, he even set up cameras so he could constantly watch over the place. (Price’s solution to get him to stop calling him every time he swear he saw someone in the woods)
He takes a moment and lets himself breathe. He attempts to do those stupid breathing exercises Roach taught him.
“Everything will be fine.” He decides and doesn’t give it another thought.
November 28th, 2003
[rewrite] Ghost sat in his bunker. The only source of light being the shitty computer monitor in front of him. The scene in front of him is anything but pretty.
Innocent people getting loaded up like pigs to the slaughter.
“Idiots.” He thinks bitterly. He’s not stupid. He knows those people are walking towards their own deaths. Hell, he’s ex-military. He knows how these guys think.
Eliminate the threat before it's even considered one.
It’s the military’s sick way of trying to grasp control. He hates the way he understands. How he knows how much innocent blood is on his hands. It makes him sick of how willing these “people” are to kill children.
He eventually tears his eyes away from the scene in front of him. The feelings of the past rearing its ugly head. Remembering all the things that we’re supposed to be dead along with Simon Riley.
“Christ, I need a drink.”
And with that, he decides to end the day with his only source of warmth, an old bottle of (Kentucky) Bourbon.
(Which was supposed to be opened when Tommy turned 21…but he can’t fathom remembering that right now…)
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The tourists are forgetting this is a children's franchise for kids 10 and under again
Then they try and clap back with "ADULTS LIKE IT TOO" or trying to insinuate that what I said is somehow suggesting that adults aren't allowed to like it.
Their insecurities about enjoying a property that's meant for children are so transparent.
That's really where all demands that Sonic "mature" or praise for garbage like the metal virus story comes from. Embarrassment over enjoying something that's for children.
They insist Sonic should swear because then they don't have to worry about being mocked for liking it
Little do they realize that if Sonic cursed up a storm, people would mock them for liking it EVEN MORE
Because a cartoon blue hedgehog saying fuck is OBJECTIVELY FUCKING STUPID
People mock Shadow the Hedgehog saying "damn" FOR A REASON and that reason is IT'S DUMB
Fucking Brony ass bullshit trying to dress up a kids property as something that's "respectable" and "for adults" because they don't want to feel ashamed of being caught being a fan of it.
As if it isn't the "adults" who would mock you for liking Sonic who are the losers
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The William Afton rant is complete. It’s barely proof read bc I’ve been writing it on and off all day so if I contradict myself at some point woops :p
It’s also written exactly how I would be talking about it irl so it’s the authentic infodump experience
Just know that y’all asked for this
So through the first 3 games William is like the PERFECT villain for the series. Knowing next to nothing about him or his motives makes him TERRIFYING, to me at least, and how he’s portrayed in fnaf 1 and 2 sets him up PERFECTLY to be the big bad in 3.
Speaking of Springtrap i fucking love him. Such a cool concept, William being stuck suffering in that suit like his victims is *chefs kiss*, and imo he’s executed great in fnaf 3. I swear if the jumpscare wasn’t shit the fandom wouldn’t hate it like they do the game really isn’t that bad (comparing it to everything that came after at least)
Also Springtrap is actually the best animatronic design in the whole series so my guy wins /lighthearted
Anyway William, solid 8/10 antagonist, very interesting and I’d love to learn more about him
So all of that might have you thinking “jee after all that you must’ve LOVED Sister Location!” well…
It’s complicated. Like I don’t hate William in this game or even the books. A sci-fi villain obsessed with cheating death at all costs is really fucking cool I like that
the real problem I have with it is that. Given what we know about the other games, the world set up in them, and the fact that Sister Location probably happened before all the other games, it just seems really outta nowhere
Honestly I could rant all day about my other issues with Sister Location but this is about William not whatever all that was so we’ll move on
Anyway all that aside I can enjoy what Williams got going on here because I really enjoyed Pizzeria Simulators ending and hey at least William wasn’t something stupid like a computer virus who mind controls people to keep killing kids for some reason!
*stares at Help Wanted*
Anything I say here is something y’all have heard a million times by now so just know I do not like William being a computer virus, it’s stupid even for fnaf standards and makes Pizzeria Simulator basically pointless. Also Glitchtrap should’ve been called Malhare the pun was RIGHT THERE
Ok that’s enough of the games let’s talk about the movie! I’m so fucking excited to see William and Springtrap in the movie y’all don’t even know. Can’t say much about him yet because the movies not out yet but I’m very excited to see where they go with him, whether they expand on Remnant and the sci-fi approach or go back to just a regular serial killer it’ll end up 10x better than what’s currently happening *stares at Security Breach*
Anyway long story short I love William Afton, he’s a very interesting character and a great villain (for the most part) very excited for the movie and Matthew Lillard was a great casting choice
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Quarantine
Finn and Poe are on a mission for General Leia and end up having to be quarantined together for two weeks. This story takes place sometime between the battle on Crait and the events of TRoS. I originally wrote this in 2020 during … well, you can probably figure it out, lol.
Poe Dameron hated this stupid ship. Give me an X-wing any day, he thought as he fought the stiff yoke on the bucket of bolts he and his friend Finn were traveling in. It was a nondescript little freighter, barely big enough for two crewmen and a small amount of cargo, but it had absolutely no connection with the Resistance and it was big enough for what they needed on this mission. So, he was stuck with it.
“You’re coming in awfully fast, Poe,” Finn said.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” Poe said through gritted teeth. The engines groaned as he throttled them down and pulled up on the yoke, trying to drop the ship as gracefully as possible onto the landing pad they had been directed to. Finally, he managed to bring her down with only a minor thump.
Finn opened his mouth, but Poe shushed him with a raised finger. “Say one word, buddy, and I’ll blast you. I hate this fucking ship!” He kicked the dashboard as he crawled out of the pilot’s seat, which caused three different alarms to go off. He slammed his fist down on top of the dash, and they went off.
“Whoever bought this piece of junk needs to be fired,” he muttered as he left the cramped cockpit.
“I think it was Leia,” said Finn. Of course, Poe thought. She’d probably gotten a good laugh out of the look on his face when he saw the Firefly and found out he was going to be flying it.
They walked to the hatch and Poe keyed in the sequence to drop the ramp. The flight had been short enough, just over two hours, mostly in hyperspace, but he was more than ready to get off the ship and stretch his legs. Unfortunately, the ramp did not deploy.
“What the …,” he tapped in the sequence again but the ramp refused to open. “I swear …” He was interrupted by the buzz of the comm unit.
“Ground control to Firefly,” said the slightly metallic voice of the flight controller who had directed them to the landing pad. “Please cease attempting to open your hatch.”
Poe thumbed the button on the comm panel. “What? How else are we supposed to get out?”
“You are offworlders,” the flight controller said slowly. “You are under a mandatory 14 day quarantine before you will be allowed off your ship. Was this not explained to you before you filed your flight plans?”
“No, it very much was not,” Poe replied. He looked at Finn, who shook his head, clearly as baffled as Poe was. “Look, we have business here and we can’t wait 14 days to take care of it.”
“You can leave, or you can wait out the quarantine,” the flight controller said. “Those are your options. After the Soronian virus pandemic, we are extremely careful about outside visitors to our planet.”
Poe leaned against the wall. “So, what do we do?”
Finn sighed. “I don’t know. How important is this cargo?”
“Important enough that Leia sent us to get it,” Poe replied. “But is it important enough to wait two weeks for?” He ran his hand through his hair. “Nothing for it but to comm her and ask her what to do.”
They went back to the cockpit to send an encoded message to the General.
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“So, fourteen days, huh?” Finn said. Poe looked ready to punch someone, and since it was only the two of them on board, Finn kept his distance.
“Yeah,” Poe sighed. “I hope this whatever-it-is is worth it.” Leia had commiserated with them over their misfortune but insisted that the cargo was too important to pass up, although she had declined to tell them what it was.
“Me, too,” Finn said. He hesitated a moment before going on. “Is it really going to be that bad having to spend two weeks with me?”
Poe looked up, startled. “Oh, no, no buddy. It’s not you,” he said quickly. “I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be stuck in quarantine with. It’s this damn ship.” He looked around with a sigh. “I think it hates me as much as I hate it.”
“It is kind of small,” Finn admitted. “I suppose we should check out the amenities, if there are any.” They had planned to simply fly in, collect their cargo, and fly back out. He had no idea what kind of bunk space the ship had, or how big the ‘fresher was.
He stood up and stretched, almost knocking his hands against the walls of the cockpit, before walking back down the corridor. Just past the hatch was the door to the cargo bay; on the wall opposite the hatch were two smaller doors. One opened onto a tiny ‘fresher with a sink barely big enough to wash a child’s hands. The other opened onto a bedroom with a single bunk and not much else.
He felt Poe come up behind him and look around his shoulder. “Well, that’s not good news,” the pilot said. “No shower, not even a sonic? And only one bed?”
“Yeah,” said Finn. “Maybe we should sleep in shifts? I don’t think there’s even enough room in there for one of us to sleep on the floor.”
“Let’s check out the cargo bay,” Poe said. “Maybe one of us can camp out in there.”
They opened the cargo bay door. “Or not,” said Poe. The bay had no floor, just a crisscross of struts on which shelving or flooring could be placed to configure the storage area however it was needed. Unfortunately, there was no shelving or flooring on board.
Finn swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in his throat. “We could share,” he suggested tentatively. “The room’s not that big but the bed looks wide enough for two …” He didn’t know why the idea of sharing a bed with Poe should make him feel so nervous; soldiers and pilots were used to bunking down in all manner of places, with any number of others crammed into the tiniest spaces.
Poe smiled at him, and Finn felt an odd sensation in his stomach. “Yeah, that might work.”
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Where did that come from? Poe thought. When Finn suggested they could share the bunk, Poe felt a grin spread across his face and a flush rise in his cheeks. It was a familiar reaction to being invited into someone’s bed, but he’d never expected to feel this way about Finn. They were friends, for kriff’s sake! And anyway, he was pretty sure Finn was in love with Rey. He certainly talked about her enough …
Get a grip, Dameron, he told himself. There were more important things to worry about, like the state of the food supply on board.
“Have you checked on the rations yet?,” he asked. “Fourteen days is a long time without food.”
Finn looked worried, which Poe found endearing. Ever since escaping the First Order, Finn’s favorite part of being with the Resistance was the availability of food whenever he wanted it. Stormtroopers were given nutritional rations at specific times, carefully calculated to provide exactly the right amount of calories and nutrients for each soldier’s height and weight. The existence of snacks, and the ability to choose his own food at meal times had been a revelation.
They started opening cabinets and found a stash of ration bars, about a dozen portions of insta-bread, and three bottles of beer. “Well, it could be worse,” Poe said as they stared at the meager supply.
“How?,” asked Finn.
“There could have been no beer,” Poe replied. Finn hmphed, clearly not amused by his little joke. “Aw, come on, buddy, I was kidding. Maybe the powers that be will send us a care package. Can’t hurt to ask.”
He went over to the closest comm panel and hailed the flight controller.
“Yes, Firefly?”
“Um, yeah, we’re a little underprepared for a fourteen day quarantine. Any chance of getting some food delivered?”
The line was quiet long enough that Poe thought maybe the flight controller was just going to let them die, but then he heard a burst of static. “That can be arranged,” the flight controller said carefully. “We will have to consult with our epidemiologists to determine the best way to transfer rations to you without risk of exposure. Give us a few hours and we’ll get back to you.”
Poe shrugged. “At least they’re looking into it,” he said. Finn still looked dubious, but Poe was already calculating how to divvy up the rations they did have. It wouldn’t be pretty, but they could just about manage two weeks on severely reduced rations if they were careful. He’d been in worse situations before, having once crash landed his X-wing on an uninhabited planet and spent eight days with nothing but the water that dripped from the foliage into his water bottle.
He patted Finn on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, buddy. Even if they refuse, we won’t starve to death.”
“Oh, I know,” Finn said, “but … I’m not looking forward to it.” He sat down, resting his arms on his knees and letting his hands dangle in front of him. He looked up at Poe, smiling ruefully. “Guess I’ve gotten spoiled, huh?”
Poe sat down beside him. “I won’t be thrilled about it, either,” he admitted, “but I know we can do it if we have to. We’re heroes, you know.” He bumped his shoulder against Finn’s, feeling that flush of heat in his face again. He turned his head away so Finn wouldn’t see, but he heard the other man’s chuckle.
“Yeah, that’s true,” he said. “I am kind of a Big Deal in the Resistance.” He bumped Poe back and then slung his arm around his shoulders. Poe tried not to lean into the hug too much, but it was hard not to. Finn gave very good hugs … and he smelled way too good for someone who’d been in a cockpit for two hours.
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In the end, the authorities agreed that they could open their hatch for exactly 60 seconds to allow a small droid to deliver a crate of food, on the condition that they keep the droid on board until their quarantine was completed … and pay an exorbitant amount for both the supplies and the rental of the droid.
At least the food was good stuff; the crate even included a selection of desserts and a couple of bottles of something that Poe insisted was strong enough to be used as rocket fuel in an emergency … but tasted much better.
The droid tucked itself into a corner and powered down, beeping a quick message before its lights dimmed. “What’d it say?” Finn asked. He was still at a loss with Binary, but he knew Poe was fluent, having spent so much time with BB-8 over the years.
“It said, ‘See you in two weeks,’” he said. “At least we don’t have to keep it entertained.”
They busied themselves unpacking the crate and sorting out the food, but once that was done, there was nothing left to do but stare at the walls.
“So,” Poe said. “What do you want to do?” He held up his hand and ticked their choices off on his fingers. “We could get drunk, take something apart and put it back together, reprogram the droid to say rude things, play Truth or Dare … or get drunk.”
“Truth or Dare?” Finn asked. “What’s that?”
Poe blinked. “Oh, right, you never … well, it’s a stupid game teenagers play at parties. Someone asks a question and you either have to answer it truthfully … or take a dare.” He laughed uncomfortably. “Mostly it's used to try to get people to admit their crushes, stuff like that.”
Finn pondered this for awhile. “So, if you liked someone, you could ask them if they liked you back.”
“Well, yeah, you could, but usually you’d have one of your friends ask them, so if they didn’t like you, you could act like you didn’t really care,” Poe explained. “Like I said, it’s a dumb kid’s game.”
Finn nodded. “What kind of dares?” He’d never experienced the rituals of adolescence that Poe had been lucky enough to participate in, and he’d found that Poe didn’t mind explaining things to him.
Poe leaned back, his ankles crossed. “Stuff like, Run across the backyard naked, or Eat a bug, or Climb up on the roof and crow like a rooster. Just dumb stuff.” He shook his head. “Occasionally someone would come up with something really crazy, like Steal a landspeeder, but only if we were really, really drunk.”
“But … that’s illegal,” Finn said. “Did you and your friends really do stuff like that? What if you got caught?”
Poe laughed. “No, we didn’t … well, a couple of us did, but … we were just dumb kids. Everybody knew we were just blowing off steam.”
Finn was puzzled. “So you didn’t get in trouble?”
“Oh, we got in trouble,” Poe said. “But not seriously. I mean, no one got arrested or anything … I did get grounded a lot.” He smiled.
“Grounded? They wouldn’t let you fly?” That was probably the worst punishment in the galaxy for someone like Poe. Finn couldn’t imagine the man not being able to fly.
“No, buddy, not literally grounded. It means you can’t leave the house except to go to school. Can’t see your friends, no comms from them … lots of parents used grounding as a punishment. Sort of like solitary confinement.”
“We had solitary in the First Order,” Finn said grimly. He still dreamed about it sometimes, that dark little box the trainees got shoved into when they did something unacceptable. The longest he’d ever had to endure was 24 hours, but a couple of his training mates had suffered multiple day internments and they’d never been quite the same afterward.
Poe leaned forward, his face suddenly serious. “Sorry,” he said softly. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, not bring up something …”
Finn waved his hand. “Nah, you’re good.” He forced a smile onto his face, which wasn’t all that hard once he looked at Poe. “So, what other stupid things did you and your friends get up to?
Poe sat back and regaled him with stories of his youth that Finn suspected were at least slightly exaggerated. If Poe had really done half of what he claimed he and his friends had, it was a miracle he’d survived to adulthood.
Eventually they ate some dinner and took turns washing up in the cramped ‘fresher. The chronometer indicated bedtime, if they were following the time schedule they’d been on back at base, so they decided to turn in.
The bed was larger than a single but not quite big enough to be a double. Finn knew they’d both fit but it would be a tight fit and involve some snuggling. They stood awkwardly in front of the bunk, neither ready to make the first move.
“Big spoon or little spoon,” Poe asked after a long moment.
“What? I don’t see any spoons?”
Poe chuckled and cupped one hand against the other. “Do you want to be the big spoon,” he held up the outside hand, “or the little spoon?” He nestled the inside hand against the other. “Like spoons in a drawer.”
“Oh. Umm, I’m taller so maybe I should be the big spoon?” Finn ventured.
Poe seemed happy to accept that idea and gestured for Finn to get into bed first. He slid back against the wall, leaving as much room for Poe as possible. Once Poe was settled down, there was barely four inches of space between them. Finn didn’t know where to put his hands, and kept them awkwardly pinned to his sides.
“I won’t burst into flames if you touch me,” Poe said. “Relax, Finn.” He shifted back toward Finn just a bit and Finn tentatively draped his arm over Poe’s torso, careful not to touch his hip, even though it was very tempting. “Good night, buddy,” Poe muttered into his pillow.
“Good night,” Finn replied. Only thirteen more nights to go.
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Poe thanked the stars that Finn had suggested he be the big spoon, because Poe was afraid if he was the one snuggled up against Finn’s muscular back, it wouldn’t be long before Finn was aware of just how much Poe admired those muscles and every other part of the former Stormtrooper’s physique. This wasn’t the first time Poe had been sent on a mission with someone he was physically attracted to, but it was the first time where the other person was a close friend, and he didn’t want to screw anything up.
Finn was a fierce fighter, loyal and brave, and quick to learn but in many ways he was incredibly naive. Poe wasn’t sure how much experience the younger man had with simple friendship, let alone romance, and he didn’t want to confuse him or make him feel like he should do something he wasn’t ready for.
To be honest, Poe wasn’t even sure what he was ready for at this point. He knew Finn was important to him; that was abundantly clear when he realized the other man was still alive after the crash on Jakku. But the way Finn talked about his friend Rey, Poe got the impression there was something going on there. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d taken a fancy to someone who wasn’t interested in someone with his, ahem, equipment. He’d learned that lesson the hard way back at the Naval Academy. So for now, he’d just admire from afar and keep his eyes open for any clues that Finn might possibly feel the same way in return. As if I would ever be that lucky, he thought as he drifted off to sleep with Finn’s arm laying lightly across his side.
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Finn woke up with his face buried in Poe’s hair and one leg slung over Poe’s hip. The arm he’d carefully draped over Poe’s side was pressed tightly to Poe’s chest, and he could feel the other man’s breath warm against his fingers. It felt weird, but also very right, which made no sense to Finn. He debated whether it was better to extricate himself slowly, trying not to wake Poe up, or whether he should just jump up and hope Poe didn’t realize how intimately they’d been entangled.
In the end, he left it too long and Poe stirred. “Good morning, buddy,” he mumbled, lifting Finn’s arm away from his chest and squirming out from under his leg as if this was a common occurrence. “Dibs on the ‘fresher.” He stood up, stretched, and left the room, leaving Finn lying bewildered. Of course Poe’s woken up in bed with someone before, Finn realized. This isn’t as weird for him as it is for me. Every day brought some new experience that only reiterated to Finn just how unusual his own life had been. So many things people took for granted were new discoveries to him.
By the time Poe returned from the ‘fresher, Finn was sitting up and feeling just about normal. He took his turn in the ‘fresher as Poe got dressed (since they didn’t have a change of clothes, they had hung their shirts and pants over the backs of the cockpit seats to air them out a little bit and slept in their underwear), and by the time he’d gotten dressed himself, Poe had prepared a pot of kaf and laid out some rolls and a pot of jam.
“Thanks,” Finn said, as Poe poured him a cup, adding just enough sugar to counteract the bitterness that Finn was still getting used to. Poe drank his own kaf with no sweetener, but Finn couldn’t do it yet.
They ate breakfast, cleaned up, and then Poe decided to tinker with the ship's controls. He disappeared into the cockpit, his head underneath the dashboard and his feet sticking out past the pilot’s seat. Finn heard a litany of clanks and clunks and screeches punctuated by the occasional swear word.
“Need any help there, buddy?,” he asked.
“Nah, I’m good,” Poe said, his voice muffled from inside the paneling. “Not enough room for more than one person under here, anyway.”
So Finn pulled out a data pad and skimmed the HoloNet for something interesting to watch. Rose had introduced him to the pleasures of cheesy holovids and while most of them were execrable, some were so horribly bad that they were actually hilarious. He found one and spent the rest of the day trying to explain the ridiculous plot to Poe.
They stopped for a late lunch, and then Poe disappeared back under the dash again. Finn got tired of the holovid and downloaded a book to read. It was a historical novel about the Old Republic and kind of dry, but better than the technical manuals he’d been reading recently to get himself up to speed with all of the Resistance technology.
When Poe finally crawled out from under the dashboard, he was smeared with grease and had some dust balls caught in his hair, but he looked happy. “You’re filthy,” Finn said.
“So I’ve been told,” Poe said with a salacious grin.
Finn shook his head. “Just go wash up while I fix us some dinner,” he said. He pulled out a freeze-dried casserole and tossed it in the reconstituter, added a loaf of actual bread to their makeshift table and cracked open two of the beers. When Poe reappeared, his hair damp and falling in ringlets around his face, the casserole was ready and Finn handed him a plate with a generous portion.
They ate in companionable silence, then leaned back in their chairs.
“So,” Finn said, emboldened by the beer. “What other dumb games did you and your friends play?”
Poe laughed. “Ah, the education of Finn in the ways of adolescent stupidity continues,” he said. He swallowed the last of his beer and laid the bottle on the table, giving it a flick so that it spun around. “Spin the Bottle was the dumbest one. I hated that game.”
“What’s Spin the Bottle?”
“You sit in a circle, put a bottle in the middle and someone spins it. Whoever it ends up pointing at, they have to kiss them.” Poe shrugged. “I always found some excuse to leave when it came up. The girls were the ones who liked it.”
“So you just kissed a random person because of a bottle?” Finn said. “That is stupid. What else?”
Poe rubbed his chin. “Let me think … oh, there was Never Have I Ever, that one could be fun.”
Finn finished off his own beer and laid the bottle on the table next to Poe’s. He gave it a lazy flick and it spun slowly until it ended up pointing at Poe. Finn felt a blush rise in his cheeks and was glad his dark complexion hid it. “How … how do you play that one?”
Poe sat forward. “Okay, so you say something you’ve never done before and then anyone who has done that raises their hand, and they get a point. Then the next person says something, and so on, and so on. Whoever has the most points at the end is the winner. And you can’t lie.”
“For example?” Finn asked.
“Um, never have I ever … ridden a tauntaun,” Poe said.
“Neither have I,” Finn admitted.
“Okay, so no points on that one. Your turn.”
“Um, okay … never have I ever stolen a landspeeder.” Poe sheepishly raised his hand. Finn laughed, “I knew it!”
“All right, all right,” Poe said. “But that means I’m winning.” He reached into the closest cupboard and pulled out a bottle of the alien liquor and two small cups. He poured them each a shot. “And how we invoke rule number 78: any time one of us raises his hand, we have to take a shot.” He slid one cup toward Finn and raised the other to his lips, tossing it back. Finn picked up his own cup and sniffed dubiously. Poe raised his eyebrows in challenge and Finn gulped the shot, nearly choking himself in the process.
“What the kriff…,” he spluttered. “That stuff is nasty!”
“Yeah, but it makes you feel so good,” Poe said, pouring out two more shots. “My turn. Never have I ever worn a Stormtrooper helmet.”
Finn laughed. “Got me,” he said, raising his hand. “I think I get the point of this game. You try to think of something you haven’t done that the other person has.” He stopped, the liquor already starting to muddle his brain. “No, wait, but if the person has done it, they get a point, so you should actually try to say something you think they haven’t done, right?”
Poe drank his shot and shook his head. “No, you’re missing the point entirely,” he said. “The point is … to get stinking drunk.”
Finn lifted his own cup and downed the shot as quickly as he could. “So the points don’t matter,” he said.
“Exactly,” Poe said, refilling their cups. “Your turn.”
“Um … never have I ever flown an X-wing.”
They went on in this manner for several turns, until Finn was pleasantly warm and his eyes were having a hard time staying focused. “Your … your turn,” he told Poe.
Poe was sprawled in his chair, one leg slung casually over the arm. He raised his cup and waved it unsteadily in the air. “Never have I ever … kissed a girl,” he said.
Finn froze. “Wait, what?”
“Never have I ever kissed a girl,” Poe repeated. “Go on, raise your hand so I can take a drink.”
Finn was confused. “Okay, yeah, but … are you seriously telling me that you, Poe Dameron, the poster boy of the Resistance, has never kissed a girl?”
“Yep,” Poe said. “And I know you have, because I saw Rose kiss you on Crait, so one point to you, my friend.” He tossed back his drink.
“Well,” Finn said slowly, “technically I haven’t kissed a girl, because yeah, Rose kissed me, but she was the one who started it, I mean she kissed me, not the other way around …” He was babbling but he couldn’t shut up.
Poe sat up. “What about Rey?”
“What about Rey?” Finn was even more confused now. “I’ve never kissed Rey. And she’s never kissed me. And why haven’t you ever kissed a girl, I mean, come on … oh!” His brain finally clicked into gear. “Really?”
Poe nodded. “Really,” he said, setting down his cup. Finn got the feeling the game was over.
Finn nodded himself. “Okay, this makes sense. I mean, a lot of things make so much sense now …”
“Like what?” Poe asked guardedly.
“Like some things your friends have said,” Finn said. “Or the looks I get when I’m wearing your jacket … do people think we’re … you know?”
Poe shrugged. “Probably. Maybe. Does it matter?”
“No,” Finn answered truthfully. In fact, the idea of other people thinking he and Poe Dameron were … it made him feel all warm and tingly inside.
“So,” Poe said. “That kiss with Rose. Was that your first one?”
“Yeah,” Finn admitted. “She kind of surprised me. It wasn’t exactly what I thought it was going to be, to be honest.”
“Because it wasn’t Rey?”
“No,” Finn said. “Rey and I are just friends. It just … I mean, I know kissing is supposed to be nice but it was just kind of … awkward.”
Poe scooted his chair closer and Finn was suddenly very aware of his lips as he opened them to speak. “Is this awkward?”
“Um, no, not really,” Finn said, moving his own chair closer without taking his eyes off of Poe’s face.
“Good,” said Poe. He leaned forward and took Finn’s face gently in his hands before pressing their lips together. For just a moment, Finn was frozen in place, and then he was returning the kiss and it was nothing like what he’d experienced with Rose.
Poe pulled back and looked Finn in the eyes. “Definitely not awkward,” Finn breathed. Poe grinned and leaned back in for another kiss, this one a bit more heated.
“Um, I think it’s my turn,” Finn said when Poe finally leaned back again.
“We’re still playing?”
“Yeah,” Finn said, reaching out to run his fingers through Poe’s still damp hair. “Never have I ever … had sex.”
The smile that crept across Poe’s face as he raised his hand made Finn melt inside. “I think it’s time we adjourn to the bedroom,” Poe said, his voice a little shaky.
“Agreed,” said Finn. As they stood up, he added, “I kind of like this game.”
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This time Poe woke up first. His head was a bit muzzy from the alcohol, but he wasn’t technically hung over. Finn, on the other hand, might be a bit worse for wear this morning, and not just because of the booze. As Poe’s mind cleared he remembered exactly what they’d gotten up to last night, and he hoped there would be no regrets. Finn was new to drinking and that stuff was pretty powerful.
Oh, kriff, I hope he doesn’t think I took advantage of him. He sat up suddenly, which woke up Finn. “Hey,” Finn said lazily, reaching up to pull Poe back down next to him. “Where’re you going?” His eyes were bleary but Poe saw no anger in them, just a softness that made him relax into Finn’s arms.
“Nowhere,” he said. “I just … kind of startled myself awake, I guess.”
Finn yawned and started playing with Poe’s hair. “Uh, Finn,” Poe said, “are we okay? I mean, last night …”
Finn stopped him with a kiss. “Last night was very … gosh, Poe I don’t even have the words for what last night was.” He laughed. “I … never knew what all the fuss was about … you know.”
Poe laughed back. “Yeah, I know.” He snuggled closer. “Oh, buddy, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”
“Since Tadokana?”
“How’d you know?”
“The jacket. And the way you hugged me,” Finn said. “It was … different than hugging Rey. Better.”
“Definitely better,” Poe said, wrapping his arms tightly around Finn’s waist and pulling him close. They skipped breakfast that morning.
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The rest of the quarantine went by quickly. Poe finished the repairs and even a few small upgrades to the ship, and Finn read two novels, but they spend most of the time learning about each other. And by the time the droid woke up and announced they could leave the ship to complete their mission, they walked hand and hand down the ramp.
Three hours later, they had collected Leia’s precious cargo, stashed it in the back and were ready to blast off. “Think anyone will be surprised?,” Finn asked as Poe maneuvered the ship into space and set a course for the jump off point.
“Honestly, no,” he answered. “Like you said, the whole jacket thing …” He winked and Finn chuckled deeply. Stars, I love that laugh, Poe thought.
They sat quietly, holding hands, while the ship flashed through hyperspace. Poe had to use both hands to pilot the ship back to base once they dropped back into normal space, but once they had landed, his hand slipped back into Finn’s.
Of course, Leia was there to greet them as they left the ship and he saw her eyes dart immediately to their hands. One eyebrow arched elegantly and Poe simply shrugged at her. “What’d you expect to happen?,” he said quietly.
“Exactly that,” she replied. “I was getting tired of waiting for you two to figure things out. Besides, I had this week in the pool and I hate to lose a bet.” She turned away to supervise the unloading of the cargo.
“And that’s why she’s the General,” Rey said, appearing at Finn’s side with a smirk on her face.
“Were you in on this bet, too?” Poe asked.
“Of course,” she said. “Practically the whole base was.” She laughed. “Don’t look so surprised. Just because you two are oblivious doesn’t mean the rest of us are.”
She kissed them both on the cheek. “I’m happy for you,” she said. “Just don’t start making out in public. That’s gross.” She rolled her eyes and walked away.
“I don’t know about you, but I take that as a challenge,” Poe said.
“Challenge accepted,” Finn said, putting his arm around Poe. “Let’s go practice.”
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snippet from editing today :)
Characters putting on a show of being at odds while secretly scheming together my beloved :D
Callie POV
“It was a stupid joke,” she choked. “He said he’d do anything I wanted and I, I thought it would be funny. So I picked something hard to get, just to see what would happen, I swear. It was really stupid and I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”
“Then where are the goods?”
“What?” She looked to Bennett, who shifted his weight and looked everywhere but her direction.
“The corpseflower petals, dear," the warden said conversationally. "If you don’t intend to use them, surely you’ll give them up.”
Bennett skirted the edges of Prescott’s mind. He knows you have them, don’t tell him you don’t.
“I...” what do i say ?!
I don’t know, I don’t know, give me a second.
But every moment of hesitation was making her look more suspicious. She was on her fucking own. “I can’t,” she said helplessly. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
“Have you lost them?” He tsked at her, leaning back in his chair. “You must think I’m quite stupid, Callie Ray.”
“Let me,” Bennett said suddenly. “I’ll read her. I’ll find out where they are and get them for you, and then we can be done with this.”
fuck are you doing ??
Play along. He thinks I’m soft but he’s interested in our connection.
Bennett was right; she caught a glimmer of intrigue in those creepy eyes. “Alright, Mister Bennett,” he agreed, gesturing at her like she was the fucking dessert table. “Be my guest.”
I love this chapter because it has soooooo many delicious elements:
Callie realizing that just because she did something at Bennett's behest doesn't automatically stamp it with Good and Right Moral Approval
Callie facing the prospect of being sent back to prison and having to own up to herself that she genuinely loves being at Delaney and would miss the people here
The aforementioned trickery where Bennett pretends like he is forcibly reading her mind while he's actually not doing anything at all
And not referenced the snippet above, but Callie actually doubting whether Bennett wants/needs her around and thinking he really is betraying her, when all he's doing is some serious quick thinking and un-Simon-like sleight of hand to convince the warden to leave them alone ;D
I've been fighting off a virus for 5-ish days now, but have been managing to get editing done nonetheless, and I'm comforted by the modest snow cover outside and the promise of more flakes to come in the 10-day forecast. I haven't been on here much, but I hope everyone is doing well :) :) :) :) :)
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The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy
CHAPTER 5
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)
Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N
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Masterlist
June 2004
I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
Been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night
Now I see Daylight, I only see Daylight
-Daylight, Taylor Swift
“I heard this movie was stupid.” I gasp at his comment, hand clasped dramatically over my heart.
“Don’t you dare insult Napoleon Dynamite!” He rolls his eyes with a muffled snort at my antics. “This movie is hilarious.” Perching myself upon my couch in a pair of comfy sleep shorts and a loose-fitting tee shirt, I grab the remote and point it at the TV before hitting play. I spare a quick glance at the man who has practically become my best friend these past few months. With his black sweats and gray hoodie, he looks more relaxed than I’ve seen him since that night in the bar. Even with the movie playing, it’s hard not to notice little things about him, even now. “What does the R.P.D. on your sweatshirt stand for?” The question takes him off guard, looking at me, and for a split second, it looks like he’s not even in the same room as me anymore, although he shakes himself out of it fairly quickly. It’s almost impossible to miss the glazed-over look in those eyes.
“Um, well,” he pauses, looking for the right words.
“You don’t have to tell me. I didn’t mean to pry.” I rest my hand on his covered forearm gently, and he looks as if I’ve shocked him, snapping his gaze onto me.
“No, it’s okay. I’m sure you heard about the whole ordeal that happened in Raccoon City a number of years ago?” I nod, not quite sure where he’s going with this. “I was there.” No fucking way. Sure as hell explains the haunted look in his eyes.
“I thought they sterilized the whole city after the outbreak?”
“They did. I managed to get out before that, along with Claire. I said I used to be a cop. I was a cop in Raccoon City.” For a moment, I’m silent, processing this new information. RPD. Raccoon City Police Department. Everyone heard about Raccoon City. The zombies that ran rampant after Umbrella accidentally let a virus loose in their lab. All the lives that were taken. Then, the government dropped bombs on it, completely wiping out everything inside, dead and living included. Unsure of what I can even say at this point, I take to just giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.
“I’m glad you made it out.” It’s all I can think to say, no apology is going to mean a thing at this point. He rests his hand on top of mine, almost like he’s trying to ground me with a touch. I always find myself surprised by how hot he runs, his touch warm and comforting, like some kind of security blanket. He takes a deep breath, eyes scanning around the room before changing the subject without further signaling from me.
“Your apartment’s nice. Homey,” he says, sinking further down into the plush of the couch.
“Thanks?” I accept the compliment hesitantly, a smile growing on my face anyways.
“Yeah. It’s better than my place. I have one dead plant in the corner by the door, but besides that, it’s pretty much just furniture,” he explains, grinning at the photo of my sister Natalie and I hugging and smiling, her petite frame dolled up in her wedding dress, my own body wrapped in light blue chiffon. Her maid of honor. “Who’s that?”
“That would be my annoyingly charming little sister on her wedding day.” The memory flashes in front of my eyes, the image of her teary smile as she said ‘I do’ to her husband, James. The giggles as we danced together. The tears we shed as James stood up and talked about how honored he was to be able to be standing up there, marrying the woman his best friend, our brother, had introduced him to before he died.
“You look happy,” he observes, looking at me for confirmation.
“I was. That was 2 years ago. Natalie’s pregnant now, due in 3 months.”
“Well, tell her I said congrats,” he says, arms crossing over his chest, a small smile on his features as he turns his attention back to the screen. We are both silent for a minute, but due to the earlier conversation, he’s not quite able to follow the plot for a minute, trying to piece together information that he missed.
“You said you don’t have any decorations in your apartment?” I find myself asking in favor of the movie. Leon snickers, eyes looking back at me.
“You know, you’re the one who wanted to watch this movie,” he teases, holding no ill will in his words though. “But no. I’m rarely there. Thinking of actually moving somewhere cheaper since I’m only there for maybe a week or two at a time before I get shipped off for God knows how long.” He seems frustrated at this, his job, the hours. The loneliness.
“Have you thought about getting a roommate?” I suggest, rotating my body so my feet are resting on the couch, knees brought up to my chest, facing him. Maybe having someone to share the rent would make his financial load a bit lighter, but I’m quickly shut down.
“I tried that. I haven’t been able to find anyone who is willing to put up with my chaotic schedule. Half the time, I don’t know when I’m coming and going. That tends to frustrate a lot of roommates.” He sounds exhausted.
“Sounds lonely.”
“Well, I’m content in my loneliness.” He smirks, parroting my own words back at me. I slap a hand across his arm gently.
“Seriously though, I didn’t think a roommate's schedule mattered most of the time, as long as they aren’t obnoxious when the other sleeps,” I admit, chin resting on top of my knees.
“Well apparently, it does, in fact, matter. Which sucks. I would need to find someone who could put up with not knowing when I’ll be here and when I won’t.” He glares at the ceiling as if it’s personally offended him, furrowed brows and lips curled downward. Don’t. Don’t fucking say it. Don’t.
“I could.” Had to open my fucking mouth. Leon’s eyes immediately snap to me, his frown replaced with a surprised expression.
“What?” He asks, almost in disbelief.
“I have an extra room. And I don’t mind the chaotic schedule,” I mumble, suddenly very embarrassed by my outburst. “Plus, I could keep your plant alive.” He finally cracks a smile as he laughs.
“You’re serious?”
“I mean, you’ll have to help with rent. And groceries when you’re here, but, yeah. If you want, the spare’s yours.” My heart races in my chest as if him saying no to this would be like him grabbing my heart out of my chest and tearing it in two, which I have no doubt he could do. Easily.
“Yeah. My lease expires in like 2 weeks.”
“I could help you move your stuff sometime this week.”
“Thanks. For everything.”
Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv
Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088
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Alastor x Sick Reader - Pillow~Talk
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Hiya everyone! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
.・゜゜・ Long time no see! ・゜゜・．
✿ Got inspired at the extremely late hours of the night. ✿
★ Reason being? ★
✿ I have a massive headache. ✿
★ I also have a sore throat followed by a bunch of coughing. ★
✿ To sprinkle on this already bullshit of cake. ✿
★ A lot of sneezing and unneeded feeling's of being too hot or cold. ★
× If you’ve read this far I congratulate you. ×
▂▃▅▇█ Please have this cookie as a token of my appreciation. 🍪
▂▃▅▇█ Now without anymore nonsense enjoy whatever this is
◌ WARNINGS; Sick reader (obviously 💖), Soft cuddles, Heavy use of Swearing, Explicit details of being ill.
Enjoy: 🤧
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Alastor's POV
Alastor was always in favor of surprises, even the ones that came out of nowhere. Narrow-minded wannabe overlord?
Done.
One whom believes they can seduce him?
Not even a second thought.
What he was gonna walk into? Well he was always in favor of surprises? Right?
Y/N POV
"God dammit." I shouted to no-one in particular. Followed by loud obnoxious coughing.
I felt like shit. The kinda of shit that everyone hated. This was fucking hell right? So obviously getting sick would be something that would be fall anyone who stepped foot into this realm. I've been here for what? A couple of years, Of course it was my time to get brutally sick.
I should’ve known Husk was sick just days prior.
The damned cat bastard practically told me without having to say anything. Knowing my dumb ass-self would be too stupid to f i g u r e. i t. o u t.
As I looked at the clock, it read 6:30 .a.m.
ugh-
I decided to lazily get up from my once warm bed and make my way to my private bathroom.
I looked in the mirror and saw myself but worse.
Wow with my raggedy ass H\C hair, Bags that were underneath my eyes, I could of swore I was a man.
I mean did I change genders over night?
What the hell happened in the last 10 hours?
I wonder what Alastor would do if he saw me right now.
As that thought passed through my mind I felt the strong urge to vomit.
I quickly got on my knees, lifted the toilet seat up, and started throwing up violently.
...
What the fuck you throw up rainbows in hell?!
...
Alastor's POV
I started the day as per usual.
Spin the records, Get dressed to impress the best,
and go check on m y d a r l i n g f a w n before the hotel activities commence. As I put on my best smile I proceed to leave my quarters. There was only one thing on my mind, Ice cream for my dearest and coffee for myself to start the day.
Y/N has been practically been begging me to try this c o f f e e flavored ice cream. Usually I'm not one for sweets but it has me curious so this time
I'll b i t e.
As anticipation ran through my dead veins I strutted into my dearest quarter's and was greeted by an unpleasant sound. At first my mind was trying to comprehend what I just heard.
Just like a drop of a dime there was that sound again.
Which only confirmed that my dear partner in crime was indeed sick with some sort of virus.
Let's see what the damage is.
As I walked further into her bedroom and gently shut the door behind me.
I walked passed their bed and when I came across there figure, hunched over, vomiting out rainbows?
Husker briefly told me about his experience with being ill a couple of days ago. Charlie had to run admissions for new patients for about a week until the drunken old fellow was well again. I truthfully didn't believe him about the whole throwing up rainbows nonsense.
No wonder he was being all pissy after that exchange. He wasn't feeding me any over-dramatic bullshit. In fact he was being incredibly true!
I walked closer towards my beloved, I didn't want to scare them so I waited patiently until there was a moment of silence. So I could pull back their hair.
As I did so they faced me with a confused and angered look.
One that I haven't seen planted on their face since meeting them.
Well that was a first.
As I was taken aback.
Their features soften as they sighed harshly almost like it hurt to even talk. After a few moments of silence they spoke.
Y/N POV
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"Alastor what the hell are you doing here?" I conveyed above a whisper to not hurt my vocal cords. Alastor started to fondle my hair after that statement. Which relaxed me. Which I know he most definitely noticed.
"I came to check on you. Like I do every morning before I start to focus my attention on the Hazbin Hotel. However I'm going to have to cancel those festivities to tend to your needs love." Alastor said in a soft tone.
I picked myself up in a hurry as I waved my hands in front of me to protest. As I sniffled a little as I felt my vision become incredibly blurry.
“No you’ve got shit you have to do. Don’t you worry I'll be fine, besides I'm probably going to be sleeping for the majority of the time you’re present. You'll practically be bored out of your mind.” I conveyed very firmly as I coughed violently and start to lose my sense of gravity.
Luckily though my deer boyfriend caught me before I hit any impact.
"I won't be taking a no for an answer my dear, you are far more important then some silly hotel." Alastor replies firmly with soft radio filter.
I plea to intervene, He holds out his hand in objection.
Without a word or any warning whatsoever he picks me up bridal sided which leaves me too stunned to speak. He carries me to my bed as he claims;
"Yes I was looking forward to annoying Miss Vagatha to the point of corruption. What matters to me sweetheart is your health and your mental well-being so we can have many more adventures to come as my partner in crime."
He lays me down gently on the bed, He tucks me underneath the sheets.
I shudder from the once warm bed to a freezing nightmare.
Alastor was surprised yet again.
How could he know what was wrong usually blankets are supposed to keep you warm right? So why the hell was it so damned cold.
He lifted a finger to his chin as he pretended to be in deep thought.
"What are your symptoms my dear?" He spoke in a gentle tone.
I coughed harshly again I replied with;
"I'm either hot or cold doesn't make a difference how many blankets I have,
I've been coughing non-stop, sneezing religiously, and lastly if that's not enough throwing up rainbows which I didn't think was even a thing until now."
Alastor snickered at my last comment.
Which made me feel the need to be sarcastic despite my nauseated-self.
“You think this is funny huh? Wait until you get sick then I get to take care of my tall overlord boyfriend hmm?"
Alastor got super quiet and looked to the left.
"I'm afraid to tell you this dearest, but unfortunately overlords don't get the pleasure of getting extremely ill." Alastor replied softly.
I on the other-hand was surprised to say the least but also extremely jealous. "Lucky I wish upon a fish I was an overlord." I teased as I rolled on my side to face him, Sticking out my tongue in a playful manner.
Alastor decided to sit on the edge of the bed. Instituted to softly hum a tune of old, Proceeded to run his fingers through my mop of hair.
"Doesn't matter how many fish you wish upon you cannot change fate. You’re destined to be whatever it is this godly space wants you to be."
I yawned softly as I closed my eye lids, to dose off into a deep slumber.
"You may rest easy for the next following weeks, days, minutes, and seconds.
I will be here tending to you. Loving you. O n l y y o u . For the rest of my death years can buy me. You won't be alone or abandoned my little doe.
I will be right here whenever you need me."
As Alastor's hands gently cupped my cheeks and softly kissed my forehead as I fell into abyss of
d r e a m l a n d .
After I fell asleep and awoke Alastor was there.
He never left my side.
Since my insomniac treasured overlord doesn't technically need sleep he was at my side every waking second.
Need something to eat?
He'll grab it in a snap of his fingers.
Need something to drink?
Even wishing upon a star wishes it could be so damn fast.
Need medicine?
Puts The Flash to shame.
Need to talk about a n y t h i n g ?
He's yours he'll listen to you ramble for an eternity.
Lastly need someone to cuddle with in bed to keep you warm?
Surprisingly he didn't even hesitate, he just climbed into your bed and kept you warm for hours and hours on end.
He is so soft.
He is so warm.
He is m i n e ?
That sentence alone seems so foreign to even comprehend.
As soon as those thoughts went into my ill mind. I was reassured in a heartbeat.
Alastor pulled me closer to his chest and conveyed in such a loving embrace,
"I love you my dear, When you defeat this foe that's taken over your beautiful body, We will go get some ice cream and coffee together." I was in fact gleaming with so much joy that I squeezed the life out of Alastor's torso and snuggled into his chest.
I exhaled happily as I replied with a bubbly sick tone.
"I love you too Al, More than you probably will ever know.
I'm forever yours and I do mean that from the bottom of my oh dead soul.”
I giggle softly and continue with;
“I guess I better hurry up and get well again so you can try that coffee flavored ice cream." I claim as I close my eyes once more to rest.
I didn't realize it at the time, I could’ve swore I felt something wet land on my forehead. At the time I shrugged it off, Thinking that maybe there was a leak on the rooftop of the hotel that would need patching.
Little did I know I got my deer beau to cry tears of absolute joy by my words alone.
Once I was cured of my ridiculous sickness,
Alastor f i n a l l y tried coffee flavored ice cream, And dare I say that he absolutely loved it and went around for seconds.
I'm not one for surprises but Alastor taking care of me was the best unexpected surprise's I've ever had received.
THE END 🦌🍨
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✎ How did I do? Did I do well?
✎ Well hopefully I did decently because it's now currently 4:27 .a.m.
✎ I’m b e y o n d t i r e d.
✎ Anyways I hope all of you lovely’s have a goodnight/day
✎ (Totally depending on when you read this dumpster fire)
- Rachael/obsessedaizawa 😷💖
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I just had a terrible thought
what if when Mimic's deceit comes to light they decide to disband the Diamond Cutters
since they can't trust each other anymore and shit and whatever and Lanolin can go wangst about how shit a leader she is and how nobody wanted to give her a chance or whatever her problem is while Tangle and Whisper can go hug and be sad in the background
it'd be like 8+ issues (almost a YEAR) of an already stupid plot development that literally only served to make the comic into The Diamond Cutters instead of Sonic the Hedgehog thrown right into the garbage.
I'd be happy. Fuck them.
Besides, wasting a whole year on pointless stuff? Par for the course with IDW :) hello Metal Virus arc :) hello Surge and Kit :)
But no, it won't happen. They'd become stronger through hardship and maybe Lanolin would swear that she'll trust Whisper more in the future. I don't expect much humilty from her, but eh gotta keep the Team somehow.
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